Author's Note:

Hey guys I'm back and it's a new year, and I hope that you guys are ready for more stories, along with spoilers (if you want it of the upcoming season of Teen Wolf). If you don't know along with this story I am also posting another story so please check out the other. Please review.

(Stiles' POV)

I couldn't believe my luck with all the boring crap going on in this town and now all of a sudden there's a dead body. This is so cool…well not that someone being dead is cool more like it's exciting kind of cool. I totally have to tell Scott about this. I tried to call the dopey eyed idiot but he wouldn't answer so I decided to just go over his house and tell him.

I quickly get into my jeep and drive over to Scott's house. I park my jeep in his driveway and walk towards the house. Now any normal person would knock on the front door, but not me. Ever since I was younger and Scott and I would sneak into each other's room through the window. It sort of became a habit of ours that makes our friendship that more enjoyable.

Scott's house is two stories high and his room is on the second floor, so it takes me a while get a grip on the column and get onto the ledge. I walk on the ledge close to Scott's window and end up slipping off, plummeting to ground. Luckily for me Scott is neglectful of cleaning the gutters and some kind of rope, or maybe plant vine wraps around my feet saving my life.

Once I recovered from the fall, and was greeted by my best friend with a bat in his hand, likely ready to attack me if needed. And he starts to scream so I scream and we continue this for a while before feeling ridicules.

"Stiles what the hell are you doing?" Scott yells.

"You weren't answering your phone," I reply. "Why do you have a bat?"

"I thought you were a predator!"

"A pre…" I exasperate. Sometimes my best friend is a real idiot, no wonder he needs me in his life. "I…look I know it's late but you've got to hear this. I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatched called, they're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Hills department and even the state police."

"For what?"

"Two joggers found a body in the woods." The blood starts rushing to my head and I was beginning to feel woozy so I untied myself from the vine and fall to the ground.

"A dead body?" Scott asks idiotically.

I stand up, recovering from the fall. "No a body of water; yes a dead body."

I hop over the railing to get closer to Scott and I must say he actually smells really nice. Maybe it's his body wash or deodorant or his toothpaste. "You mean like murder?"

"No one knows yet," I reply. "Just that it was a girl, probably in her twenties."

"Hold on, if they found the body then what are they looking for?"

"That's the best part," I beam. "They only found half. We're going."

"Fine," Scott caves. "Why do I let you talk me into these things?"

"Because you love me."

"And I'm starting to regret that."

My heart literally flutters with Scott's admitting that he loves me, even though I know he only means it in a brotherly way. Even though we have been as close as brothers for many years now, I couldn't stop myself from fall for my best friend. I think the feelings came last year when we started freshmen year and it was a whole new ball game with us both promising to be together forever no matter what. We made that promise because usually in high school is when friends fall apart and I don't think I can handle losing Scott to high school life.

We pull up to the woods sign that reads 'Beacon Hills Preserve, No Entry After Dark'. Honestly they should have known better than to trust many people, especially teenagers to fall the rules of a measly sign. And the demand of not wanting people to go in after dark just makes us want to go in even more, especially after dark, like right now.

"We're seriously doing this?" Scott asks as we get out my jeep.

"You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town," I counter.

"I was trying to get a good night sleep before practice tomorrow," he replies.

"Right," I chuckle as we begin walking through the woods. "Cause sitting on the bench is so much effort."

"No," Scott says. "Because I'm playing this year, in fact I'm making first line."

"Ah, that's the spirit. Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetic and unrealistic one."

I know that I should be more supportive when it comes to Scott's goals but he truly sucks at lacrosse. Not as bad as me but he is still pretty bad.

"Just out of curiosity," Scott changes the subject. "Which half of the body are we looking for?"

"Huh, I didn't even think about that."

"And what if whoever killed the body is still out here?" Scott jokes.

"Also something I didn't think about." I know that Scott just wanted to get to me and it was kind of working too but I know that if the killer was coming after us we would do anything to protect each other from anything.

We begin to climb a slanted hill. "This is comforting to know that you planned this out with your usual attention to detail," Scott says sarcastically as we make it up the hill. "Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh?"

I was about to respond to his statement as Scott shakes his inhaler but saw the flashlights of officers and quickly dive to the ground with Scott doing the same. The officers were searching the area with hound dogs and it was the most exciting thing to see.

"Let's go," I get up and run in the direction just above the police.

"Stiles!" Scott calls out. "Wait up, Stiles."

I keep running with so much adrenaline in my system from the excitement of founding the other half of the body. I had to ignore Scott's calls because knowing him, he will try to talk me out of this and demand we go home. I'm not going to let that happen so I keep running and searching. I look behind me just to make sure I didn't lose Scott and as my luck turns out, he's not anywhere near me. To make matters worse when I look ahead there's a dog barking at me. I fell to the ground slowly inching away from the canine and the officer holding him.

"Stay right there!" the officer demands.

"Hang on, hang one," a familiar voice says. "This little delinquent belongs to me."

With all the rotten luck I have, I'm not surprise that I was caught and by my father—Sheriff Stilinski—at that. I get off the ground trying to shield myself from the blinding light that was still shining in my face from the other officer.

"Dad, how are you doing?" I ask smoothly.

"So, do you listening in on all my phone calls?" he ignores my question.

"No," I sigh. "Well not the boring ones."

"Where's your usual partner in crime?" he asks.

"Who Scott?" I ask dumbly. "Scott's home; said he wanted to get a good night sleep for school tomorrow. Just me…in the woods…alone."

Dad looks at me with a knowing look because let's face it, I'm a terrible liar. I can talk a million words per second but when it comes to lying, I can barely form a sentence.

"Scott you out there?" he calls out. "Scott!" He walks over and grabs me by the back of my collar, dragging me away. "Well young man, I'm going to walk you back to your car and you and I are going to have a conversation about something called invasion of privacy."

As my father drags me away and talks about how irresponsible and reckless I was being, the only thing that I was thinking about is Scott. I feel so guilty right now because it's dark and he's alone and what if he gets hurt. If something happens to Scott I will blame myself for the rest of my life. I'm so stupid and the worst part is that he has asthma. At least he has his inhaler with him.

As I was driving home, my nerves were getting the best of me and I really wanted to go back and find Scott, but my dad will be angrier that I lied to him. Then my phone buzz and it's a text from Scott saying that he's okay but was attacked by some animal. My worrying wasn't letting up now and I wanted to go back but he texted that he was fine, 'it was only a bite', and that he will see me tomorrow at school. I sighed starting to hate myself for getting Scott hurt and I will try to do whatever it takes to make this up to him.

"Okay let's see this thing," I say eagerly to Scott. I had arrived at school and waited for about five minutes before Scott walks towards me. He really needs something better than a bike.

Scott lifted up his shirt and there was a wound covered with a white gauze and tape. I wouldn't have thought that it was real if it wasn't for the small blood stains that seeped through. Curiosity got the best of me and I went to touch the wound, and Scott quickly jumps away hissing.

"Whoa," I say.

"It was too dark to see, but I think it was a wolf." Scott grabs his bag and we make our way to the front doors.

"A wolf bit you?" I doubt. When it came to academics my best friend was not the brightest.

"Uh huh."

"Not a chance," I reply.

"I heard a wolf howling," he states.

"No you didn't," I counter.

"What do you mean 'No I didn't'?" Scott asks. "How do you know what I heard?"

"Because California doesn't have wolves," I chuckle. "In like sixty years."

"Really?" Scott gives a cute confused look that makes me want to do unholy things to him. His confusion was just so sexy that sometimes I don't know what to do with myself.

"Yes really," I tell him. "There's no wolves in California."

Scott shook his head. "Well if you don't believe me about the wolf than you're diffidently not going to believe me when I tell you that I found the body."

"What…" I was shocked. "Are you kidding me?"

"I wish," he says. "I'm going to have nightmares for a month."

"That is freaking awesome. I mean this is the best thing to happen to this town since…" I see my former crush Lydia walking towards us. "Since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey Lydia." She walks passed me without much of a glance. "You look like…you're going to ignore me." I glance at Scott. "You're the cause of this you know."

"Uh huh," Scott smirks.

"Dragging me down in your nerd depths."

"Uh huh."

"I'm a nerd by association. Like scarlet nerdied by you."

We walk into the building, heading towards our lockers when I start to think about my love for Scott and former love for Lydia. I say former because ever since I met her in kindergarten, I believed that I was in love with her, but I realized in eighth grade that it was never going to happen. I think subconsciously I always loved Scott when I meet him in third grade but Lydia was more of an escape goat to keep my heterosexual life on track. Don't get me wrong Lydia is smart, beautiful, funny, and occasionally nice, but Scott is more for me. In order for me to keep my love for Scott a secret I keep up the charade that I'm still infatuated by Lydia. One day, hopefully I won't have to be afraid to tell Scott the truth but I don't want to damage our friendship, so for now I'll keep pretending to love Lydia.

Scott and I go to our English class and the teacher begins to talk about the dead body that was found; news travels fast in a small town. He goes on to say that we shouldn't dwell on the matter and focus on class. His mention of the body had me and Scott smirking at each other; than he goes on to say that there is a suspect in custody, which confuses both me and Scott.

I go on and look at the syllabus that the teacher had on each of our desks ignoring everything else until the vice principal walks in with a girl. She had long black curled hair, pale skin, and a thin figure. The vice principal introduces her as Allison Argent, but I didn't care about giving her a second glance unlike the other horny heterosexual males in the class. I glance at Scott to see if he fits in with that category and sure enough Scott is following her every move as she takes a sit behind him. I usually get a little jealous when Scott glances at a girl but what tipped me off more this time is that he hands her a pen, and not just any pen, his pen and allowing her to see is goofy smile, which should only be meant for me.

I can't believe it; I mean I truly can't wrap my head around what just happened. Scott freaking McCall, my best friend and secret love, has just done something I never thought would happen. He got better at lacrosse. After school we had lacrosse practice and he was a total beast. Coach Finstock placed Scott as goalie and everyone, including me, thought that he was going to do horrible but he proved us all wrong. Scott caught every single ball that went his way, except for the first one but he was distracted looking at the new girl, Allison. The best part about Scott's new found talent of lacrosse was that he caught the ball of our best player and team captain, Jackson Whittemore. Now that was the funniest thing in the world to see, with Jackson fuming in anger.

"I…I don't know what it was," Scott says as we walk in the woods to look for the dead body that he found last night. "It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball and that's not the only weird stuff. I can hear things I shouldn't be able to hear and smell things."

"Smell things," I question. "Like what?"

"Like the Mint Mojito gum in your pocket," he replies.

I scoffed and check my pockets. "I don't even have any Mint Mojito…" And sure enough there was a single small piece of Mint Mojito in my pocket. This is freaky but I refuse to believe that this is anything to worry about; it could just be a coincidence that the gum was in my pocket and that he smelt it. "So this all started with the bite?"

"What is this is an infection," Scott asks. "Like my body is flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something."

"You know what I think I heard of this kind of infection," I reply.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, yeah, I think it's called lycanthropy," I joke.

"What's that, is that bad?" Scott asks naively.

"Ah yeah it's the worst," I keep playing along. "But only once a month."

"Once a month?"

"Uh huh, on the night of a full moon," I begin to howl like a wolf. Scott finally realizes that I was joking and playfully pushes me, beginning to search for the body again. "Hey you're the one who said you heard a wolf howling."

"There can seriously be something wrong with me," Scott exclaims.

"I know you're a werewolf," I playfully growl. "Okay I'm obviously kidding but if you see me in shop class melting silver is because Friday is a full moon."

Scott stopped, ignoring my comments and gestured to the ground. "I could have sworn that it was right here and the deer came running and I dropped my inhaler."

"Maybe the killer moved the body?"

"If he did I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are worth like eighty bucks."

I chuckled at his comment and looked around the woods. I was startled to see someone within walking range, staring daggers at me and Scott. I hit Scott and gesture for him to look at the person too. Scott stands beside me as the man walks towards us and then I realized who he was. I was Derek Hale.

"What are you doing here?" Derek asks. "Huh? This is private property."

"Ah, sorry man we didn't know," I reply.

"Yeah we were just looking for something…" Scott adds but Derek gave him an annoyed look. "But forget it um…"

Derek throws something at Scott and he caught it. I glance at the object and saw that it was Scott's inhaler. Derek turned around and strode away.

"Alright man I have to get to walk," Scott begins to walk.

"Dude," I push against Scott's firm chest. "That was Derek Hale, you remember right? He's only like a few years older than us."

"Remember what?"

"His family," I emphasize. "They all burned to death in a fire like ten years ago."

"Wonder what's he's doing back?"

I shrugged my shoulder and was ready to leave. "Come on."

Something is seriously wrong with Scott and I need to find out what it is. I know that I was joking about the whole werewolf ordeal but maybe it's true. I learned earlier today that the forensic evidence from the body suggested that a wolf was involved. I tried to tell Scott but he was too busy making first line. The reason why I think something is wrong with Scott is because he made first line. Literally until he got bit, Scott could barely stand up straight and now he can do flips and move swiftly and it's not right. No one because that good and fit overnight, so maybe I wasn't too far from the mark with my lycanthropy theory. So now I'm in my room looking up information about lycanthropy and try to find a solution to why Scott suddenly gained these abilities.

There's a knock on my door that startled me but I get up and it was Scott. "Get in here," I demand. "You got to see this. I've been up all night reading, websites and books, all of this information."

"How much Adderall did you have today?" Scott asks.

"A lot," I answer. I know that I already have ADHD and can be super impulsive and hyper but I had to figure out Scott's problem. "Doesn't matter, just listen."

"Is this about the body and who did it?"

"No, there still questioning people; even Derek Hale."

"The guy in the woods we saw yesterday," Scott says.

"Yes, but that's not important, okay" I exclaim.

"What then?"

"Remember the joke from the other day?" I ask. "Not a joke anymore. The wolf, bite in the woods. I started doing all this reading. Do we even know why I wolf howls?"

"Should I?"

"It's a signal," I reply. "It signals its location to the rest of the pack, so if you heard wolf howling than this could be here now, maybe a whole pack of them."

"A whole pack of wolves?"

"No," I reply "Werewolves."

"Are you seriously wasting my time with this?" Scott gets up a little anger, ready to storm out. "You know I'm picking up Allison in an hour."

My heart aches at the mention of her name and the thought of Scott and Allison going out. "I saw you on the field today Scott and what you did today wasn't just amazing but impossible."

"So I made a good shot," Scott responds about to leave but I stop him.

"You made an incredible shot. I mean the way you move, your speed and reflexives, you know that people can't suddenly do that overnight. And there's the vision and senses and don't even think I don't know you never use your inhaler anymore."

"Okay," Scott yells. "I can't think about this right now. We'll talk tomorrow."

"Tomorrow, no, the full moon's tonight!"

"What are you trying to do?" Scott shouts. "I made first line and got a date with a girl, who wants to go out with me, everything in my life is somehow perfect so why are you trying to ruin it?"

"I'm trying to help." I reply hurt. He should know that I'm not trying to hurt him but only help. "You're curse Scott and the full moon doesn't just physically change you but also increases your bloodlust.

"Bloodlust," Scott glares at me.

"Yeah, your urge to kill."

"I'm already feeling the urge to kill Stiles."

"You have to hear this," I grabbed one of the books. "The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse. I haven't seen anyone that raises your pulse like Allison. You have to cancel this date."

It killed me a little to utter those words out my mouth because I want to be the one to raise his pulse with lust. I shook this off and move over to his bag and try to search for his cellphone so that I can have the pleasure of cancelling his date with Allison for him. I got the phone ready to do the deed.

"What are you doing?" Scott asks.

"I'm canceling the date."

Once the words left my mouth Scott pushes me against the wall and demands that I give him the phone. The worse part of the whole thing is, not getting shoveled against the wall but he raises his fist ready to punch me. Scott and I have had our share of arguments as friends for many years but he has never raised a fist to intentionally hurt me. I felt tears literally ready to flow out my eyes but I don't want him to see my cry so I try to keep it together.

"Scott," I whisper.

Scott realized what he was about to do and throws down my chair instead, looking back at me confused and angry. He looked at me and I couldn't help but avoid his gaze. "Sorry. I…I got to go and get ready for that party." Scott makes his way towards the door but before leaving he gave me a regretful look and said sorry again.

I know that I can't stay angry at him but it hurt me badly but I know that it's my fault and I pushed his buttons. I know that I want to help him because what's happening to him is my fault and a small portion is because I don't want him to go on a date with Allison. I pick up the chair that he knocked over and sit down as a tear rolled down my face.

I told myself that I wouldn't dread on the incident that happened between Scott and I, so I decided to go to the party. When I arrived I didn't know whether I should go find Scott and apologize or avoid him and try to socialize with others. When I saw Scott dancing with Allison, I knew which choice to make and it was to avoid him. A couple of minutes later I was drinking some type of punch, maybe with a hint of alcohol, when Scott ran out the house looking as if he was disoriented. I chased after him but he was moving too quickly and left in his car. I noticed Allison outside watching the car drive away when Derek walks up to her. I have to go find Scott and make sure he's okay.

I don't know how well Scott's feeling or if he's that okay with me barging into his room at the moment. I walk through the front door, which was wide open, and made my way up the stairs to Scott's room. I knock on the door.

"Go away," Scott says through the closed door.

"Scott, it's me," I reply. Scott cracks the door open slightly but not fully. "Let me in Scott, I can help."

"No," Scott breathes heavily. "Listen I got to find Allison."

"She's fine," I tried to let my annoyance of him thinking about her instead of himself sink down. "I saw her get a ride home."

"No, I think I know who it is."

"Dude just let me in. We can talk."

"It's Derek," Scott reveals. "It's Derek Hale's the werewolf, that bite me, and killed the girl in the woods."

"Scott," I slowly say. "Derek's the one that drove Allison from the party."

Scott slams the door in my face and I try to open it but it was locked. I bang on the door calling out his name. I tried to busted through the door, to no avail, and then heard a roar coming from outside and knew that Scott was no longer in the house.

I had no idea what Scott would have done so I drove my car to Allison's house to make sure that she was okay and if Scott was going to do something stupid. I arrived to find that Scott wasn't there, thank God, and that Allison was safe at her house.

A couple of hours later I drive down the road near the woods and find Scott walking down the street, shirtless I might ask. He get into the car and rest his head against the window.

"You want to know what actually worries me the most." Scott says.

"If you say Allison I'm going to punch you in the head."

After everything that happened and finding out that he's a werewolf and that Derek is a werewolf, he wants to only think about Allison. I guess it could be a jealousy building up but I don't give a crap how Allison feels about Scott because I know how I feel about him. I'm worried about his well-being and he doesn't seem to give a crap. Allison only makes him impulsive and illogical which is good for no one at this moment in time.

"She probably hates me now," Scott groans.

"I doubt that," I sigh. "But you have to come up with a pretty amazing apology. Or you can tell her the truth about you being a werewolf." Scott gives me an annoyed look. "Okay, maybe not. Listen, we'll get through this even if I have to chain you up every full moon and feed you live mice. I had a boa once, I can do it."

Scott chuckled and it was the best thing in the world to hear his infectious laugh, and it made me smile too. This made me realize that no matter what Scott and I will always be there for each other no matter how many times we argue and mess up. He will always be there for me, maybe not as a lover, but always my best friend until the end.