RAEGAN MCCALL

It was late at night in Beacon Hills, but no one was asleep in the McCall household. Instead, Scott McCall was preparing for his lacrosse try-outs tomorrow while I, his older sister, Raegan McCall (or Rae to my-nonexistent-friends) was picking out an outfit for tomorrow.

It was completely silent until the I heard a strange shuffling noise from outside.

At around the same time, both me and my brother stuck our heads outside of our rooms.

"You heard that, right?" I asked, stepping outside of my room.

"Yeah," Scott nodded, also walking out of his room, a baseball bat in hand, which erupted a snicker from me. Ignoring me, Scott stated, "I think it came from outside."

Scott cautiously walked to the front door with me at his heels. He was probably bracing himself for the worst-case scenario. I, on the other hand, thought it was probably just an animal. If it was a predator, I could take them. I had taken four years of kickboxing for that exact scenario. But I hesitated at the front door, not wanting to go outside. I had a reason to be scared. I still got terrible nightmares about that one night that changed me forever. I was only nine years old, just a child… I forced myself to snap out of it and look up. My younger brother held the baseball bat, preparing to defend me and himself. He was the sweetest little brother any sister could ask for. Besides my mom, he was the only one who saw me for who I truly am, not just as some slut like everybody at school saw me. Screaming interrupted my thoughts.

"Stiles, what the hell are you doing?!" I heard my brother exclaim. I took a deep breath, it was just my brother's best friend, Stiles. Knowing it was safe, and cursing at myself for being so weak and pathetic, I stepped outside.

"You weren't answering your phone. Why do you have a bat?" Stiles questioned, still hanging on our roof, upside down.

"He thought you were a predator," I forced out a laugh, still shaken up from the flashback. I heard a familiar chuckle and turned to look at Samantha, Stiles' twin sister, coming up the stairs. I sneered at Sammy, we had been rivals since the fifth grade. I gave her a rude once-over, which she returned, then turned back to Stiles.

Stiles gave me a look of disbelief, having not noticed the mini show-down that just happened between his and his best friend's sisters, then turned to Scott. "A pre - I - wha - look, I know it's late, but you gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave 20 minutes ago. Dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even State Police."

"For what?" Scott questioned.

"Two joggers found a body in the woods!" Stiles beamed, jumping down from the roof.

"A dead body?" Scott asked. Sammy snorted and I made a face of disgust.

"No, a body of water. Yes dumbass, a dead body."

"You mean like murdered?"

"Nobody knows yet, just said it was a girl, probably in her twenties."

"Well, hold on. If they found the body, what are they looking for?" I questioned.

"That's the best part...they only found half."

|| Teen Wolf ||

Ten minutes later, we pulled up in front of a 'Beacon Hills Reserve' sign. I really didn't want to come, but somebody's gotta take care of my dweeb of a brother, and I don't have much faith in Sammy or Stiles.

"Are we seriously doing this?" Scott asked as I slammed the Jeep's door closed behind me.

"You're the one always bitchin' that nothing ever happens in this town," Stiles answered, letting Sammy out of the backseat. Scott gave me a pointed look and I put my hands up in defeat.

"Where you go, I go. You should know that by now, Scottie-poo," I said, pinching his cheek. He groaned. But I didn't know if it was about the dead body or my nickname for him that he hates. Probably both.

|| Teen Wolf ||

After about five minutes of walking in the woods, I asked, "Stiles, just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?"

"Huh. Didn't think about that."

"And what if whoever killed the body is still out there?" Sammy questioned.

Stiles froze, "Didn't think about that either."

"Ooh, who's the dumbass now?" Scott retorted. After a few more minutes in the woods, Scott grunted, "Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh?" But Stiles ignored him.

Sammy elbowed him, and I turned around and asked Scott, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he wheezed slightly, and took a puff from his inhaler.

"Shh, get down!" Stiles suddenly stopped and got low to the ground. The four of us got behind a tree and looked to where Stiles was pointing. There were cops walking around. Then Stiles randomly started crawling towards the cops, which included his dad, Sheriff Stilinski.

"Stiles, where are you going?" Scott whispered.

He turned his head around and whispered back, "Wait here." But Sammy didn't listen, crawling after him. Then Stiles turned around to find a police dog barking in his face. I face-palmed.

"Stay there!" someone yelled.

"Hang on, hang on. These little delinquents belong to me," no other than daddy dearest announced walking towards Stiles and Sammy, who were still on the ground.

They scrambled up to their feet and Sammy casually asked, " Hey dad, how ya doing?"

"So you do listen to all my phone calls," Stilinski said, looking from one idiot to the other.

"No," Stiles answered and Stilinski gave him a look, "Not the boring ones." At least he's honest.

"Now, where's your usual partner in crime?" I usually didn't attend their rendez-vous', except when it would be dangerous to my little brother, mostly because I didn't want to see Sammy more than I had to. So I guessed he was talking about Scott.

"It's just us," Stiles answered, Sammy nodding in agreement.

He didn't believe him because a second later he yelled out to us, "Scott? You out there? Scott?" He got no answer.

"See? No Scott," Sammy smiled.

"Well, young man, young lady, I'm going to walk you two to your car, then we can have a serious chat about invasion of privacy." Then the three of them were out of sight.

"C'mon, let's go home," Scott said, helping me up. Then we headed in the direction we came from.

|| Teen Wolf ||

After a few more minutes of walking I heard some twigs snap.

"What was that?"

"It's probably just some animal," I said. So we kept walking. But then we heard even more twigs snap.

"Raegan, I'm not getting a great feeling here," Scott said, stopping in his tracks.

"Scott, I'm one hundred percent sure that it's just a-" was all I could get out before we went down, stumbling over something. He screamed.

"What is it?"

"It's the body!" Then we both ran screaming. But our screams were soon interrupted by a dark blur whooshing past Scott. I screamed as loud as I could.

"Scott?!" I yelled when the monster vanished.

"Over here!" He yelled back. I don't know how, but I ended up about ten meters away from him. I then ran to him, and saw that his shirt was torn and there was blood seeping through it.

"You're hurt!" I exclaimed. He looked down at the wound, as if just noticing it.

"We have to get to a hospital," I declared before grabbing his hand and leading him to where I hoped the main road was.

When we finally got to the road, a car sped towards us, but quickly swerved around us just in time, and stopped. Thank god, I'm so tired of walking. But then all my hopes and dreams were shattered when the car sped away.

"Wow, thanks!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

"I told you that we shouldn't have went to go find that dead body!" I exclaimed at my twin brother, after hearing from Scott what had happened last night after me and Stiles had gotten caught.

"If it was a bad idea, then why'd you come?" Stiles retorted.

"I was bored! Besides, Jackson and Lydia were on a date, so I needed someone to hang out with." I told him.

Jackson Whittemore and Lydia Martin were my best friends. You'd think it'd be awkward between us since Jackson and I dated during freshman year. Having a crush on him since the sixth grade, I was ecstatic that I was dating him. But I soon discovered he wasn't who I thought he was. He was just a stereotypical, egotistic jock. He had changed. Then again, so had me and Lydia. Everything suddenly took a turn when I had found out Lydia liked him. It seemed like he'd changed again, and wanting her to be happy, I set her up with Jackson at the end of freshman year.

"Okay, let's see this thing. Ooh!" Stiles said, touching the bloody bandage on Scott's side.

"Yeah, it was too dark to see much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf." Scott said.

"A wolf bit you?" I asked, scrunching my nose at his wound.

"Uh-huh," He replied. He put down his shirt after he saw how uncomfortable I looked.

"No, not a chance!" Stiles said. I rolled my eyes, there were many words to describe my twin brother. He's sarcastic, loyal, awkward, and sometimes, no-most of the time, an annoying know-it-all.

"What do you mean, no, I didn't? How do you know what I heard?" Scott questioned.

"Because California doesn't have any wolves, okay? Not in like 60 years." Stiles defended himself.

"What do you think, Sammy? Who's side are you on?" Scott asked me.

"Why are you dragging me into this? I have other things to worry about!" I groaned in exasperation.

"All right, well, if you don't believe me about the wolf, then you're definitely not gonna believe me about when I tell you I found the body!" Scott exclaimed.

"Just kill me now," I muttered to myself, wondering when Lydia was going to come save me from two teenage boys who were actually excited about finding a dead body.

"You - are you kidding me?" Stiles said with excitement.

"No, man, I wish. I'm gonna have nightmares for a month," Scott told him.

"Are you two serious? Some poor girl died and you guys are excited about finding the body?" I asked.

"You're such a girl, Sammy. Oh, god, that is freakin' awesome. I mean, wow, this is gonna be the best thing that's ever happened in this town since...the birth of Lydia Martin," Stiles got distracted by my best friend walking over to me, "Hey Lydia. You look-"

"Hey, Sams," Lydia greeted me.

"...like you're gonna ignore me," Stiles muttered, "You are the cause of this, you know," Stiles told Scott, who were both walking away from us, "Dragging me down to your nerd depth. I'm a nerd by association. I'm scarlet-nerded by you." Lydia smiled and grabbed my hand.

"Cute floral dress, paired with the amazing cardigan I bought you. I like it. Perfect way to start the school year!" Lydia smiled. She's been completely obsessed with fashion since the summer before freshman year. Lydia and I watched almost every episode of "What Not to Wear" and "Project Runway" possible to prep ourselves to become popular in high school.

"Why don't you tell me about your date with Jackson?" I smirked, and started heading towards class with her.

"We ate dinner and watched that new Leonardo DiCaprio movie!" she told me.

"How was the movie?" I asked.

"I wouldn't know," she smirked.

"How could you watch a movie and not have an opinion on-" I stopped myself, realizing what she meant. "Lydia! Do you do anything but make out all the time!" I shoved her playfully.

"This is why you have to get yourself a boyfriend. We could go on double dates together!" she exclaimed, grabbing my arm.

"I don't want to be in a relationship until I meet the one," I told her, romantically, with dreamy eyes. She rolled her eyes at me.

"Oh, Sammy. That's the reason why you're still a virgin," she snickered as we walked past Scott's older sister, the school slut, who was walking in the opposite direction, "Unlike Rae. Hey Rae, I like your outfit!"

Rae flicked us off without looking and kept walking. We didn't get along with Rae. But Lydia, ever the fashion queen, couldn't help complimenting her on her outfit. She was wearing a black mini-skirt, a white crop top, a leather jacket with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, black bootie heels, and she had her long chocolate brown hair in a messy bun on top of her head. It was pretty cute, not that I'd ever admit it to her.

"Ugh. Can we please not talk about her?" I grumbled.

"Okay, fine. Let's talk about that party tomorrow night…"

As Lydia droned on, I couldn't help thinking about Rae. I can't believe there'd been a time when we'd been best friends. We'd met when me, Stiles, and Scott were in kindergarten, and Rae was in first grade. Our brothers clicked, and so did we. I thought Rae was the coolest person ever. She was super popular throughout elementary school because of her class-clown personality.

We were best friends. But then, when she was in fifth grade, and us in fourth, she just out-of-the-blue disappeared. She didn't come to school for almost a month! Scott still came, but he was different, quieter. Stiles and I tried asking him about Rae, but he always dodged the subject. She came back to school eventually. Scott went back to normal, but Rae was like a totally different person. She barely talked. When she did, it was usually mean stuff that came out of her mouth. Once, I found her crying in the bathroom. I tried to comfort her but she flipped out on me. She was cruel, making fun of my insecurities. Our friendship was over after that.

Apparently she wasn't doing well in school, because the next year, she had to repeat fifth grade, which put us in the same grade. She became a loner, hanging out by herself during recess, not even with Scott. He tried to get her to hang out with us, but she just ignored him. I loved Scott and Stiles, but sometimes I felt like a third wheel with them. I missed my best friend.

I was ecstatic when Lydia Martin moved to Beacon Hills in the middle of fifth grade. We didn't get many new people, and I befriended her right away. We really bonded when my mom died. Lydia was there for me. We met Jackson the next year. Sometimes I would catch Rae glaring at us, but she would always turn away when our eyes met. I think something happened to her in fifth grade, something terrible. But I wouldn't push, not again. I still missed her, but I'd wait until she got over this phase.

Now, coming back to the present, I sat down in my seat in English, behind Stiles and next to Scott, as the bell rang. Rae's changed even more since then. Now she wears crop tops and high heels and miniskirts. And she's probably slept with at least seventy percent of the boys at our school. She's still a loner though. She barely talks to anybody besides her little brother and occasionally Stiles. It's been six years since everything changed, and I don't think I'll ever be getting my best friend back.

I was snapped out of my thoughts as I noticed Scott fidgeting in his seat.

"Hey, are you okay?" I tapped on his shoulder. He seemed fine this morning. I wonder what happened.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about it." he said, freezing and staring out the window. I raised my eyebrow at him, not really believing him, but stayed silent.

About ten seconds later our classroom door opened, interrupting our teacher, "Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome," the vice principal said. Behind him, there was a tall, beautiful girl who had long, dark brown hair. I gave her a small smile, and in return she smiled back and sat behind me. After a moment, Scott turned around and gave her a pencil. What? What a weirdo.

"Thanks," I heard Allison say behind me.

"We'll begin with Kafka's Metamorphosis, on page 133," the teacher said. I wasn't complaining, I loved english class. I've always wanted to be a writer when I grew up and I even kept a diary. I've been writing ever since my mom died, six years ago.

|| Teen Wolf ||

"Hey, Allison! My name is Sammy." I introduced myself to Allison after class. It must be tough being the new girl, she looked nervous. So I was going to be nice and befriend her.

"Hey," she said in a quiet voice.

"I really like your jacket, where did you get it?" I asked, trying to make small talk.

"My mom was a buyer from a boutique in San Francisco," she smiled.

"I'm sorry, I am terrible at small talk!" I told her, laughing.

"It's fine," she smiled as we walked to Lydia's locker.

"Lyds! This is Allison. Allison this Lydia!" I smiled.

"That jacket is absolutely killer, where'd you get it?" Lydia asked. I let out a small laugh.

"My mom was a buyer from a boutique in San Francisco," Allison said a second time, smiling.

"And you're going to be our new best friend!" Lydia smiled as Jackson showed up, "Hey Jackson!" Jackson leaned in for a kiss and they started to make out.

"Yes, I finally have someone to complain to when they're making out!" I whispered to Allison. She laughed.

"So, this weekend, there's a party," Lydia told her.

"A party?" Allison replied. I could tell that she didn't want to go.

"Yeah- Friday night. You should come." Jackson said.

"Uh, I can't. It's family night this Friday. Thanks for asking," Allison said.

Jackson couldn't take a hint, "You sure? Everyone's going after the scrimmage."

"You mean like football?" Allison questioned.

"Football's a joke in Beacon. The sport here is lacrosse. We've won the state championship for the past three years," he bragged. What did I ever see in him again?

"Because of a certain team captain," Lydia gave Jackson a flirty smile.

"Well, we have practice in a few minutes. That is, if you don't have anywhere else -" Jackson said.

"Well, I was going to -" Allison said, but she was interrupted by Lydia.

"Perfect - You're coming," Lydia smiled as she went off with Jackson.

"She's nice once you get to know her. I promise," I told Allison as we walked to practice.

RAEGAN MCCALL

As soon as the bell rang I was up and out of my seat and walking out the door of my math class. On my way to my next class, I spotted Scott by his locker. Him and Stiles were conspicuously staring at four figures down the hall. As I got closer I realized three of those people were part of the Snob Squad (as I liked to call them); the most popular people at Beacon Hills High School, which included Samantha Stilinski, Lydia Martin, and Jackson Whittemore. Gag. The other girl with them was one I didn't recognize, meaning she was new.

I walked up behind them, "Checking out the new girl already?" He looked at me, startled, then blushed. Putting an arm around Scott's shoulder, I said, "Can someone tell me how new girl's here all of five minutes and she's already hanging out with Lydia's clique?"

"Because she's hot," Stiles answered, "Beautiful people herd together."

"I can't believe that your sister is part of her clique!" I scoffed in disgust.

"Sammy is pretty," Scott said.

"So is Lyd-," Stiles double-taked, "Did you just call my sister pretty?"

Scott looked uncomfortable, "Well, she's not ugly. I was just agreeing with you!"

I nudged him and smiled, "Aw, does my little brother have a crush?" I thought he was staring at new girl, but maybe it was Sam all along…

Scott looked like he was going to puke, "I-ah-no-."

Feeling bad about putting him on the spot like that, I say, "Stiles, you're right though. Jackson's pretty hot too," as if he heard me, Jackson turned from Lydia and looked right at me. I smirked at him and gave a flirty wave, which he returned.

"Raegan, don't," Scott's stern voice made me turn to look at him.

"Relax. I would never. Just joking around, dad," I poked him in the side and walked off, seeing Jackson check me out in my peripheral vision as I passed him.

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

Outside, Allison, Lydia, and I sat at the top of the bleachers, waiting for practice to start.

Allison pointed to Scott and asked, "Who is he?"

"Oh he's nobody, one of Sammy's loser friends, what's-his-face," Lydia said, looking at her nails.

But I ignored her and answered, "That's my twin brother, Stiles' best friend, Scott McCall. Why? Crushing on him?" I'm always playing matchmaker. I can't help it. I just love love.

She blushed, "No, I was just wondering."

I turned when the whistle, indicating that the tryouts had begun, blew. I looked towards the goal and saw Scott just holding his helmet. Something is wrong with that boy. I winced as he got hit in the face, but then he got the ball and threw it at the guy that was making fun of him. It hit his face. "YEAH, YOU DON'T LIKE IT NOW!" I shouted, as most of the team turned to me.

"Girl Stilinski!" Coach Finstock, my favorite teacher, scolded me. I smiled sweetly and watched as the next player went. He shot the ball, and Scott caught it. Wait... Scott caught it? Scott caught it! I cheered, "Woo! Go Scottie!" He glared at me across the field, a blush on his cheeks. I heard a chuckle, and saw Allison smiling at me. I grinned back before turning to Scott, who was kicking ass in the goal. The best part was when he beat Jackson; the look on his face was priceless. When tryouts were over, Scott and Stiles went to the locker room to go change. But Allison, Lydia and I stayed on the bleachers and were chatting when Scott and Stiles walked up the bleachers to us.

"Um, Sammy...we have to go visit… we need to...uh...we got to go get my inhaler," Scott said.

"Why do I have to come?" I asked.

"What Scott means is...we have to...just come here!" Stiles said pulling my arm, and dragging me to the bottom of the bleachers.

"Ow!" I whined, "What?!"

"We're going to go check out the body again and also try to find Scott's inhaler. Want to come?" I thought about it for a while, debating... Dammit, Stiles.

"Fine," I agreed. Then I turned to Allison and Lydia and said, "I gotta go. Bye guys."

"Bye," Allison waved.

"Facetime you later," Lydia said. Then we all headed for Stiles' Jeep, and drove to the woods.

|| Teen Wolf ||

"Scott, that was awesome!" I yelled to him, walking alongside him in the woods.

"Thanks, Sammy. I didn't even know what it was. It was weird. It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. But that's not the only weird thing. I hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. I smell things," Scott explained.

"Smell things? Like what?" Stiles questioned in disbelief.

Scott sniffed the air and said, "Like the Mint Mojito gum in your pocket."

"What? I don't have any Mint Mojito gum-" he pulled out the gum. "So, all this started with a bite?" he turned to Scott.

"What if it's an infection? Like my body is flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something," Scott suggested.

"I think I've heard of this before. It's a specific kind of infection," Stiles said, seriously. Scott and I froze to a halt.

"Are you serious," I asked, alarmed.

"Yeah. I think it's called Lycanthropy," Stiles answered. I suddenly realized he was joking. Lycan, wolf, duh.

But Scott didn't, "What is that? Is it bad?"

"Oh, yeah, it's the worse," Stiles commented.

I decided to play along. "Oh, I've heard of it. It only comes once a month," I said.

Scott turned to me, "Once a month?"

"Yeah, like a period. One the night of the full moon," I told him. Stiles and I exchanged looks before howling like wolves. Scott playfully pushed us.

"There could be something seriously wrong with me," Scott said.

"I know," Stiles said, "You're a werewolf." Scott rolled his eyes. "We're obviously kidding, Scott," Stiles said, "But if you see me melting all my silver I can find, it's because Friday's the full moon."

"That'd be so cool, though," I said before Scott suddenly stopped, which resulted in me bumping into his back, and looked at the ground, "I could've sworn this was where I dropped my inhaler." We decided to look around the area to see if something had moved it.

I was looking behind a tree, when Stiles called out, "Sammy!"

"What?" I asked. I looked up to see both the boys looking behind me. I turned around to find myself face to face with a man with green eyes and jet black hair. I backed up a little, feeling intimidated.

"What are you doing here? This is private property," he's mad.

"Uh, sorry man. We didn't know," Stiles said.

Scott continued, "Yeah. We were just looking for something. Forget it." Then tall, dark, and mysterious man whipped out something and threw it at Scott, and he surprisingly caught it. He opened his hand to find his inhaler. With that, Derek turned around and stalked off.

"Guys, that was Derek Hale. Remember what happened to him? He's just a few years older than us," Stiles exclaimed.

"No, what happened to him?" I asked.

"His whole family burned to death in a fire a few years ago." Stiles explained.

"I wonder what he's doing back." I said.