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the howling of a wolf

Stiles: Two joggers found a body in the woods.

Scott: A dead body?

Stiles: No, a body of water. Yes, dumb - ass, a dead body.

Her work was fast and precise, fingers pulling each lace into a diamond mesh pattern. Knotting the last loop, sixteen year- old Scotland McCall stands with the re-threaded stick.

Dressed in only a pair of athletic shorts and a sports bra, her lithe frame still had some filling out to do but it's easy to see that she'd grow into a strikingly beautiful young women with deep black eyes designed to melt the hearts of hopeful young boys.

Scooping a ball up from her bedroom floor, she gave the lacrosse stick a spin, testing her handiwork.

A moment later, the re-threaded stick lands next to a school backpack while
Scottie pumps out a few chin-ups at the bar mounted in the doorway of her closet.

Then, toothbrush in her mouth, she reached for the window sill to pull it down. But she stopped when she heard a sound. She cocked her ears to listen again. Under the whispering wind, she heard movement-a small shuffling sound.

Scottie silently slipped into the hallway and peers into another bedroom. Her mother, Melissa McCall, late thirties, both remarkably strong and remarkably beautiful, sleeps over the covers of the bed, fully clothed as if she'd just passed out after having walked in.

Scottie eased her door shut as the glass door to the porch slides open. Now, armed with a baseball bat, Scottie started for the yard. Breath held tight, she moved cautiously off the porch steps.

The sound of movement made Scottie stop cold. Holding still, she peered left and right as her white-knuckles held the bat, ready to swing. Her eyes wandered up to the side of house she saw a dark figure climbing the vine-wrapped trellis. Before Scottie even knows what's happening, the figure breaks free and comes hurling toward her.

Scottie hollered in terror as an upside down face appears in front of her. She almost swung the bat before realizing who it is.

"Stiles," she said letting out a gasp of air. "What the hell are you doing?"

"You weren't answering your phone." Stiles said nonchalantly.

Feet caught in the trellis, Stiles hung in front of Scottie. A sixteen year-old with boundless energy, he continued talking upside down as if this were a perfectly normal way to have a conversation. "I know it's late, but you gotta' hear this. I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer from the Beacon department and even State Police."

Scottie arched an eyebrow "For what?"

"Two joggers found a body in the woods." Stiles said with a little too much excitement.

"A dead body?" Scottie clarified.

"No," Stiles said deadpan. "A body of water. Yes, dumbass, a dead body."

Reaching up to pull himself free of the trellis, he landed on his feet in front of Scottie.

"You mean like murdered?" Scottie clarified once more despite Stiles rude reply to her earlier one.

"Nobody knows yet." Stiles exclaimed. "Just that it was a girl, probably in her twenties."

"Hold on," Scottie paused realizing. "If they found a body, what are they looking for now?"

"That's the best part," Stiles said with a mischievous smile. "They only found half."

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A beat-up jeep skids to a halt just beyond the heavily wooded entrance to the Beacon Hills Preserve. Stiles got out with a flashlight in hand. Scottie followed, hurrying to keep up with him as he charges into the hiking paths.

"Are we seriously doing this?" She asked glancing behind her as they entered the woods.

"You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town." Stiles said not turning back. "Besides, it's our last night of summer freedom."

Scottie sighed. "I was trying to get a good night's sleep for practice tomorrow."

"Right," Stiles said with a roll of his eyes. "Because sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort."

"No," Scottie shook her head. "Because I'm playing this year. In fact," She smirked. "I'm going to make starting lineup."

"That's the spirit. Everyone should have a dream." Stiles them added "Even a pathetically unrealistic one."

Scottie withheld a glare. "Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?"

"Huh." Stiles said. "I didn't even think about that."

"And what if whoever killed the girl is still out here?" Scottie said feeling more distressed by the second.

"Also something I didn't thinK about."

Scottie frowned. "Comforting to know you've planned this out with your usual attention to detail."

Racing up the paths, Scottie's breath begins to shorten.

"Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight." She muttered.

Stiles slowed, but not because of Scottie. Outside a clearing, yellow police tape marks off a perimeter under floodlights.

Grinning, Stiles looks to Scottie who couldn't help but smile back. Crouching low, they circle the crime scene looking for the best vantage point. But they freeze at the sound of a zipper being pulled up on a body bag. Two bare feet are momentarily visible as the zipper pulls closed and officers lift the body bag up into the Medical Examiner's van.

Scottie made a disgusted face. "Is that the second half of the body?"

"No," Stiles shook his head. "They would have called off the search. Come on."

He and Scottie retreated from the perimeter back into the dark of the woods. As they crest a hill, Stiles pauses. Below, flashlight beams scour the shadows, the police search just ahead. Unable to stand still, Stiles races forward.

"Stiles, wait up!" Scottie said, quickly running out of air, Scottie pulled her inhaler from her jacket. While she pauses to take a hit from it, Stiles disappeared up ahead. Then, realizing he's left Scottie behind, he slows down to look back when barking spins him around.

Fanged teeth snapped viciously at him, sending him staggering away and falling right onto his ass. Search dogs yank back against their leashes just before tearing him apart.

"Stay right there!" A state trooper said.

Scottie freezes. It's not her the State Trooper was yelling at, however. Peering out from behind a tree, she sees Stiles has run right into a search party. Flashlight beams in his eyes, the boy puts his hands in the air as large, threatening figures hurry forward.

"Hold on," Sheriff Stilinski said with a sigh. "hold on, this little delinquent belongs to me." He stepped into the light past the growling search dogs. Stiles shrinks under his glare.

"Do you listen in on all of my phone calls?" he asked with a annoyed look on his face.

"No... " Stiles said sheepishly. "Not the boring ones."

Sheriff Stlinski shook his head. "And where's your usual partner in crime?"

"Who? Scottie? Scottie's home." Stiles lied. "Said she wanted to get a good night's sleep for the first day back at school."

"Scotland?" The Sheriff called. "You out there?"

Hidden in the shadows, Scottie doesn't move.

"All right, young man," Sheriff Stilinski said still clearly suspicious "I'm taking you back to your car and we're going to discuss a little something called Invasion of Privacy."

Watching Stiles get escorted away, Scottie stepped out from the cover of the trees with an irritated sigh.

Starting back, she tried to find her way out of the woods, but with each step it becomes increasingly difficult to see in the pitch black.

At a fork in the path, she pauses in confusion. She's about to start off down one direction when she hears a rustling among the trees.

Scottie held still. Breath tightening more from fear than asthma, she reaches into her pocket for her inhaler when she hears an odd rumbling. The sound of sudden and furious movement rising in volume and velocity until half a dozen dear come out from the darkness, soaring past her with the thunderous beat of hooves trampling the ground.

Startled, Scottie dropped her inhaler. Then, once again alone in the dark, she kneeled down to the leaf-covered ground to search for the inhaler. Pulling out her cell phone, she lit the display.

Guiding the phone's light over the ground, Scottie doesn't find her inhaler but does manage to briefly illuminate a face.

Dead eyes peer up from the pale, yet beautiful face of a young woman torn in half.

Crying out in shock, Scottie lurched up, tripping on her own feet and tumbling over the unearthed roots of a tree. Suddenly, she's propelled down a leaf-covered slope, rolling head over heels right into a creek bed.

Pushing herself up from the icy water, a breathless Scottie looks up at the embankment down which she just fell. She's about to stand when a low growl stops her moving. Stops her breathing. Something crouches in the shadows right near her. Something very large.

Scottie slowly begins to turn around when a sharp figure hurdles toward her.

For the briefest instant there's a flash of razor-sharp teeth. Scottie twists forward, crying out. Then, seeming to disentangle herself from the attacking animal, she scrambles back to her feet and into a panicked run.

Whipping through branches tearing at her skin and clothes, she races blindly through the forest until she reaches a barbed wire fence.

With barely a second to coordinate her effort, Scottie lurches over the wire, shirt catching and tearing across the barbs.

Crashing out of the woods and into the road, Scottie whirls around to face an oncoming car. The driver swerves, almost clipping her. Horn blaring, the car hurtles past.

Breathless, Scottie backs away from the woods. With the world spinning around her, dark blood sticks her tattered shirt to her back over a deep and vicious looking bite.

Struggling for calm, she whips around when she hears the strangest sound.

THE HOWLING OF A WOLF.

It echoes through the hills, over the trees, across the rooftops and into the night...

A/N

So I know nothing has changed from the original show so far but trust me. I have plans. I'd love to hear your feedback on this and any ideas you may have. I hope you enjoyed this and I'd love for reviews!