Season 1, Episode 1: Pilot

The sound of two screams woke Kristie from sleep. She quickly lifted her head, noticing the paper stuck to her forehead. She took it off, groaning and grabbed her purple hoodie before running downstairs. She was quiet, knowing her mom had probably just gotten home from the late shift at the hospital.

Kristie put on the hoodie as she walked out onto the porch, finding Scott there, holding a baseball bat, looking like he was about to hit their friend Stiles, who was hanging from the trellis. "Stiles what the hell are you doing here?" Kristie groaned, wiping the sleep from her eyes.

"Neither of you were answering your phones!" Stiles looked at Scott. "Why do you have a bat?"

"I thought you were a predator." Scott said, lowering the bat.

"A pre-? Look I know it's late, but you two have got to 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.

"For what?" Kristie asked, more intrigued in the conversation.

"Two joggers found a body in the woods."

"A dead body?" Scott asked.

"No a body of water." Stiles said sarcastically. "Yes dumb ass, a dead body." Stiles reached toward his feet, unhooking himself from the trellis. He fell to the ground. Kristie began laughing both at him and his previous comment. Stiles climbed onto the porch.

"So you mean like murdered?" Kristie asked.

"Nobody knows yet. All they know is that it was a girl probably in her twenties."

"Wait, if they already found the body, what are they out looking for?"

"That's the thing." Stiles paused. "They only found half." Stiles gave the twins a mischievous smile. "We're going."

A sign illuminated as Stiles pulled his jeep up to it. It read 'Beacon Hills Reserve. No Entry After Dark.' The three got out of the car, Stiles and Kristie both held flashlights. "Are we seriously doing this?" Scott asked.

"You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town." Kristie told her brother, giving him a smile and bumping into him playfully. He smiled back at her as the trio headed into the reserve.

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

"Right because sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort." Stiles said, leading the way into the woods.

"No, because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line."

"Hey that's the spirit! Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one."

"You know," Kristie started. "Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?"

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

"And what if whatever killed the girl is still out here?" Scott asked.

"Also something I didn't think about." Stiles said, starting to make his way up a hill.

"Comforting to know you planned this out with your usual attention to detail." Kristie said, following Stiles. She heard a wheeze from behind her. It was Scott, trying to keep up.

"You know maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight." Scott said. He stopped at a tree, leaning up against it. Kristie stopped to, noticing as he reached into his pocket. He didn't find what he was looking for. She sighed and reached into her pocket, pulling out Scott's inhaler. She knew he would need it. She threw it at him. Scott smiled at her and used the inhaler.

The two followed after Stiles, dropping to the ground, noticing that he had. In the distance, Kristie could make out a few police officers with flashlights, searching the woods. Stiles smiled at the twins. "Come on!"

"Stiles!" Scott yelled, taking another hit from the inhaler, before he and Kristie ran after Stiles. They ran deeper into the woods and closer towards the group. When Stiles suddenly vanished, the sound of a dog barking cause Scott and Kristie to hide behind a tree.

"Hang on, hang on! This little delinquent belongs to me." It was Sheriff Stilinski, Stiles' father.

"Dad, how are you doing?" Stiles asked.

"So, do you listen in to all of my phone calls?"

"No...not the boring ones."

"And where are your usual partners in crime?"

"Who? Scott? Kristie? They're at home. They wanted to get a good nights sleep for school tomorrow. It's just me...in the woods. Alone."

The sheriff sighed. He used his flashlight to scan the dark woods. "Scott! Kristie! You out there?" Scott and Kristie shrunk back into the tree, trying to keep out of sight. He sighed. "Well young man, I'm gonna walk you back to your car. And you and I are gonna have a conversation about something called invasion of privacy.

The sheriff put an arm around Stiles, leading him away. Scott and Kristie came out from behind the tree. "Damn it!" Kristie said. "That was our ride."

Scott sighed. "Let's go."

Kristie and Scott began to walk farther into the woods. Kristie began to get freaked out. The woods were always scary, especially at night and she just wanted to be home. She just kept having the feeling they were being watched.

After walking for a little bit, Scott stopped, pulling out his inhaler. "You okay?" Kristie asked. He nodded and was about to take a hit, when suddenly a herd of deer came out toward them.

Kristie turned, trying to run, hoping Scott was behind her. She tripped, loosing her balance, and quickly rolled down a hill. She came to a stop at the bottom, hitting a tree. The sound of hooves disappeared.

Kristie slowly raised up, getting on her knees. She brought a hand to her forehead, feeling blood begin to seep from the wound. Her whole body began to ache, but she didn't pay attention to it. She needed to find Scott.

"Scott!" she yelled, slowly getting to her feet with help from the tree.

"Kristie?" he heard him yell back. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." She looked at her hand, now stained with blood. "Sort of." Suddenly she heard Scott scream and heard the sound of him rolling on the ground. "Scott?!"

Kristie tried to walk, but she tripped, landing on her hands and knees. Her vision began to blur. "Scott!" Another scream startled her, causing her to try and crawl her way to finding Scott. She began slowing, the blood seeping more rapidly. She could feel herself staring to lose consciousnesses.

Kristie was about to drop when she came face to feet with a pair of leather boots. She looked up, seeing the blurred face of a man. He reached toward her picking her up bridal style. "Looks like you need help." he said, before Kristie slowly fell into the darkness.

Kristie woke up with a gasp. She looked around at her surroundings. She was in her room. How did she get here? The last thing she remembered was passing out in some guys arms in the woods. Maybe he had brought her home.

Kristie got out of bed, expecting to be weak, but found she was just fine. She ran to her mirror, seeing a single band aid on her head, covering a clean scratch. She took it off slowly, revealing a scar that had already began forming.

"Kristie?" Kristie looked in the reflection, seeing Scott standing behind her. She smiled and turned, hugging her brother. "Are you okay?" he asked, seeing the cut.

"Yes, I'm fine. I'm fine. How about you? I heard you scream."

"Something was out there." he said. "It bit me."

"What?" she asked.

Scott nodded, lifting up his shirt, revealing a bandage taped to his side, seeping blood.

Kristie had tried to convince Scott to stay home from school, but he wouldn't listen. The two got ready, just barely dodging their mom, and left the house, getting on their bikes. Despite the fact that both Kristie and Scott were sixteen, neither had a car. Their family couldn't afford it. Their only modes of transportation was their bikes and their mom's car on occasion.

The twins rode up to the school, parking their bikes in the bike rack. Just as they were locking up, a very expensive Porsche pulled up beside Scott. The door hit him from behind as the driver got out. It was Jackson Witmore, the most popular guy and biggest jackass in school.

"Watch the paint job." he said to Scott, slamming the door. He looked over at Kristie. "You know if you ever need a ride, I could be of service to you. Pretty girls don't need to ride bikes." Kristie gave him a smirk as a friend called after him.

"What a jerk." Kristie mumbled, locking her bike before she and Scott headed towards the school.

"Oh please. You know you have a crush on him."

"Oh please! I have a crush on his car. If we sold that thing it could probably get us both used cars."

"Scott! Kristie!" Stiles yelled, running up to the twins. "Okay, let's see this thing." Scott lifted up his shirt, exposing his blood stained bandage to Stiles. "Ooh!"

"It was to dark to see much, but I'm pretty sure it was wolf." Scott said, the three beginning to walk towards the school.

"A wolf bit you?" Stiles asked. "No, not a chance."

"I heard a wolf howling."

"No you didn't."

"What do you mean, "No I didn't"? How do you know what I heard?"

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

"Really?"

"Yes really. There are no wolves in California."

"Alright, well if you don't believe me about the wolf, then you're defiantly not gonna believe when I say I found the body."

"What?" Kristie asked. "Are you kidding us?"

"I wish. I'm have nightmares for a month."

"Oh God, that is freakin awesome!" Stiles exclaimed. "I mean this is seriously gonna be the best thing to happen to this town since the birth of Lydia Martin." Stiles looked toward someone. "Hey Lydia, you look-"

Lydia Martin, the red headed queen bee of Beacon Hills High, walked right past Stiles without giving him a glance.

"Like you're gonna ignore me." Stiles finished. Stiles turned back to Scott and Kristie. "You two are the cause of this, you know? Dragging me down to your nerd depths."

"Sure." Kristie said, giving Stiles a smile. "Whatever you say Stiles."

Kristie spent the rest of the day in what seemed like a blur. She barely payed attention in class, and when she did it was only because the teacher was getting her attention. She just couldn't focus on anything except for what happened to her and Scott last night. She couldn't forget the man who saved her life.

Kristie only had a clear vision of some of his features. It had been to dark and her vision had been to messed up to be sure. All she remembered was the outline of his face, his perfectly sculpted jaw, his short dark hair, and the feel of his leather jacket on her skin.

She only wished she knew who he was so she could meet him...thank him.

After class, Kristie met up with Scott and Stiles in the hallway. Over the course of the day, she had heard the police had a suspect in custody. Scott was looking at a girl she had never seen before, who was talking to Lydia and Jackson. "Can someone tell me how new girl is here all of five seconds and she's already hanging out with Lydia's clique." she asked, jealousy in her voice as she remembered her once friendship with Lydia Martin.

"Because she's hot." Stiles explained. "Beautiful people heard together. That's why you and Lydia used to hang out."

"Don't remind me." Kristie said, leaning against the lockers.

"What do you have against Lydia anyway?"

"She is a spoiled, stuck up, queen bee jerk who only cares about being on top. No matter who she hurts."

"No she is a goddess, a gift to Earth."

"Stiles dream on. She will never talk to you, no matter how hard you try." Kristie let out a sigh and noticed Scott was not listening to the conversation. "Scott?" she asked. "Scott!" He shook his head, coming out of his trance like state. "We have practice."

Kristie walked out onto the lacrosse field, carrying an orange jug of water. She placed it with a thud onto the bench. She picked up carrier of sports water bottles, the ones football players use, and began filling them up one by one.

Kristie had been the lacrosse team manager since her freshman year. It was her job to keep to boys hydrated and learn to do basic nursing skills like bandaging a wound. She wanted to be a vet, which was why she worked at the animal clinic with Scott after school. This was just as practice. Besides, some of the boys on the team did act like animals.

Stiles and Scott set down their backpacks and equipment next to Kristie. Stiles sat on the bench, but Scott went out onto the field, Coach Finstock handing him the goalie's stick. "This gonna be bad, isn't it?" she asked Stiles.

"Yes it is sister McCall, yes it is."

Scott went into the goal as the other boys lined up, ready to start practice. The ref blew the whistle and when he did, Scott grabbed his head in pain. Kristie went to go after him, when ball, thrown by one of the boys hit him, causing him to fall backwards. Scott up, and Kristie sighed in relief.

Another player got a ball and started toward Scott. He threw the ball toward the goal. What happened next shocked everyone.

Scott actually caught the ball.

Stiles and Kristie cheered in unison as the next player tried doing the same thing. Scott caught the ball again. The group of students who had gathered on the bleachers to watch practice now began to cheer alongside Kristie and Stiles. Scott kept catching the balls.

Suddenly, a player pushed forward in the group. It was Jackson. Kristie could see the look of dread on Scott's face threw his mask. Jackson scooped up the ball and ran toward him. He jumped, throwing it in, but Scott caught it.

The crowd cheered and Stiles and Kristie jumped up in celebration.

"I don't know what it was." Scott explained to Kristie and Stiles as the three trekked through the woods. Scott had dropped his inhaler and they needed to find it. They couldn't afford a new one. "It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that's not the only weird thing. I can hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things."

"Smell things?" Stiles asked, stopping in his tracks. "Like what?"

"Like that Mint Mojito gum in your pocket. And Kristie's strawberry lip gloss."

Kristie and Stiles both reached into their pockets, pulling out the items Scott had said.

"So all this started with a bite?" Kristie asked.

"What if it's like an infection, like my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?"

"You know what, I actually think I heard of this." Kristie said, ready to mess with her brother. "It's a specific kind of infection.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, I think it's called lycanthropy." Stiles chuckled under his breath at Kristie's explanation.

"What's that? Is that bad?"

"Oh the worst! But only once a month."

"Once a month?"

"Yeah. It's kind of like a period, but it only happens on the full moon." With that, Kristie howled. Scott pushed her shoulder. "Hey! You're the one who heard a wolf howling."

"There could be something seriously wrong with me."

"Yeah!" Stiles exclaimed. "You're a werewolf!" Stiles growled and he and Kristie fist bumped. "Okay obviously we're kidding. But if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the sliver I can find, it's because Friday's a full moon."

Scott stopped again, looking down at the ground. "No, I could have sworn this was it. I saw the body, the deer came running. I dropped my inhaler." Scott knelt down to the ground.

"Maybe the killer moved the body." Kristie said, bending down.

"If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. That things worth like 80 bucks."

Suddenly Stiles hit both Scott and Kristie on their backs. They both stood up, noticing the stranger who had arrived. And he sure was a hot stranger.

He wore all black, from head to feet, having his hair match. He seemed to be at least six feet. Even from afar, Kristie could make out his beautiful piercing green eyes. She could only dream of what kind of body was underneath those clothes. However, his face still seemed familiar.

He walked towards the trio. "What are you doing here?" he asked, in a voice that triggered Kristie's memory. "This is private property."

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

"Yeah." Scott said. "We were just looking for something, but...forget it."

The man sighed and threw Scott something. When Scott opened his palm, you could see his inhaler. The man turned walked away.

"Come on dude, I have to get to work." Scott said.

"Dude, that was Derek Hale." Stiles exclaimed. "You remember right? He is only a few years older than us."

"Remember what?"

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

"Six." Kristie corrected. She vaguely remembered a story about the Hale fire six years ago. It was during the period she had of reading the newspaper for fun.

"I wonder what he's doing back." Scott asked.

"Come one." Stiles said. The three started walking back towards Stiles' jeep. Kristie now remembered where she had seen Derek from. It wasn't from school, or the paper, or from around town. He had been the guy last night. Derek Hale was the one who saved her.

Kristie wrapped a towel around herself as she got out of the shower. She walked out of her bathroom and into her bedroom. She couldn't shake Derek Hale, what he had done. Kristie was just about to drop her towel, when she noticed her window was open. She walked over, looking out, before closing it, locking it, and closing the blinds. Weird, she thought that was closed when she got in the shower.

Kristie sat on the bench doing her homework, as Coach Finstock was giving the whole team a pep talk. Today was try outs. If she was lucky, she could focus on History instead of lacrosse today. She had just pulled out her textbook when she was let down.

"Sister McCall!" Coach Finstock yelled at her.

"Yes coach?"

"I need you to go back to my office and get my clip board. I need the list on it with all the names of the players. Have to decide who gets first line."

"Yes coach." she said. She put the textbook back in her bag, putting it on, grabbing the coach's keys.

Kristie walked back to the school and into the boy's locker room. She always hated coming into the boy's locker room. It smelt like sweat and hormonal teenage boys. Kristie unlocked the coach's office, when she suddenly got the feeling that she was being watched.

She quickly grabbed the clipboard, locking the door back, but a crash startled her. Kristie stood up against the door, keys in her hand, ready to attack whoever was in the locker room with her. She took a deep breath and made a run for the door.

Once she was outside, she calmed down a little. She walked closer to the lacrosse field, noticing Jackson bring Scott to the ground. She winced, but then Scott got up, side stepped a player, flipped into the air, and made a goal. Kristie cheered at her brother.

"You know he really shouldn't be playing."

Kristie turned, startled, and came face to face with Derek. Their bodies were almost touching. It seemed like the clipboard was the only thing keeping them apart. Kristie took a step back.

"Sorry to startle you." he said.

"No. It's okay." Kristie said. "I was just...uh...It's okay." Derek gave her a look. "Uh...listen. I know it was you who saved me the other night. I just wanted to say thank you."

"Your welcome." he said. Kristie couldn't help but stare into beautiful green eyes. Kristie finally shook herself back to reality.

"Hey, so what did you mean by Scott shouldn't be playing?"

"Isn't it obvious. I mean, you did say it yourself."

Kristie turned around to look at Scott, who was celebrating with the team. Scott was different, but the only thing she had guessed was...impossible. She turned back to ask Derek, but he had disappeared.

Kristie received a call from Stiles the next morning, asking them to come over. He seemed very hyper and very determined for them to get there soon. The twins rode up to the Stilinksi house on their bikes and were greeted by the Sheriff, who answered the door.

"Scott, Kristie. It's nice to see you. Come on in. Stiles has been up in that room all night."

"Thank sheriff." Kristie said, as the two climbed up the stairs up to Stiles' bedroom. Kristie knocked on the door and Stiles quickly answered the door. "Get in." he told Scott and Kristie, escorting them into the bedroom. "You gotta see this thing. I have been up all night reading. Websites, books. All this information." He scrambled over to his desk, shuffling through papers. Scott and Kristie both looked at each other.

"How much Adderall have you had today?" Kristie asked him.

"A lot. Doesn't matter. Just listen."

"Is this about the body?" Scott asked. "Did they find out who did it?"

"No, they're still questioning people, even Derek Hale."

"Derek Hale?" Kristie asked, her attention caught.

"Oh you mean the guy we saw in the woods the other day." Scott said as the two sat on Stiles' bed.

"Yeah!" Stiles exclaimed. "Yes. But that's not it, okay?

"What the?" Kristie asked.

"Remember the joke from the other day? The one you made." Stiles said, pointing at Kristie. "Not a joke anymore."

"What do you mean?" Kristie said, remembering how Derek told her she already knew what was going on with Scott.

"The wolf. The bite in the woods. I started doing all this reading. Do you even know why a wolf howls?"

"It's a signal. When a wolf is alone, it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack." Stiles and Scott looked at her questioningly. "What? I read, okay?"

"So that mean if Scott heard a wolf howling, that means others could have been nearby. Maybe even a whole pack of 'em."

"A whole pack of wolves?" Scott asked.

"No." Stiles paused. "Werewolves."

"Are you seriously wasting our time with this." Scott stood up, angry. "You know I'm picking up Alison in an hour."

"I saw you on the field today, Scott." Stiles said, trying to stop his friend from leaving.

"I did too." Kristie said, remembering how her brother jumped and flipped over a group of players. "It was pretty amazing." she said, beginning to believe Stiles. "It was impossible."

"Yeah, so I made a good shot."

"No you made in incredible shot." Stiles emphasized. "I mean the way you moved, your speed, your reflexes. People can't just suddenly do that overnight. And there's the vision and the senses, and don't even think I don't notice you don't need your inhaler anymore."

"Okay!" Scott exclaimed. "I can't think about this now. We'll talk tomorrow."

"Tomorrow! No! The full moon's tonight!"

"Don't you get it?" Kristie said, standing.

"What are you two trying to do? I just made first line, I got a date with a girl who I can't believe wants to go out with me, and everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it?"

"We're trying to help." Stiles said. "You're cursed, Scott. You know, and it's not just the moon will cause you to physically change. It also just so happens to be when your blood lust will be at its peak."

"Blood lust."

"Your urge to kill." Kristie quietly said.

"I'm already starting to feel an urge to kill, you two."

"You gotta hear this." Stiles said, turning to his desk, picking up a book. "'The change can be caused by anger of anything that raises your pulse.' I haven't seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does. You gotta cancel this date. I'm gonna call her right now." Stiles went toward Scott's bag and began looking for his phone.

"What are you doing?" Scott asked, starting to get angry.

"I'm cancelling the date." Stiles said, dialing the phone.

"No give it to me!" Scott exclaimed and pinned Stiles against the wall.

"Scott stop!" Kristie said, trying to tear Scott away from Stiles. Scott yelled and threw Stiles' chair to the ground. He began panting, calming down.

"I'm sorry." Scott told Stiles. "I gotta go get ready for that party." Scott walked over to the bed and grabbed his bag. He was about to leave, when he turned back to Kristie and Stiles. "I'm sorry." he said again, and left.

"Are you okay?" Kristie asked Stiles.

"Yeah." he angrily mumbled and went to pick up his chair. When he did the two were shocked by what they saw. On the back, three claw marks ran through the leather.

"Oh my god." Kristie gasped, covering her mouth.

"What are we gonna do?" Stiles asked her.

Kristie had Stiles take her to the party that night, since she was pretty sure Scott didn't want her along on his date. She decided on a short black sequin dress, with matching heels and a leather jacket. She let her hair fall in curls. Stiles whistled at her as she walked to his car.

"Don't you look fancy." he said.

"Oh shut up and drive." Stiles chuckled and took off towards the party.

It was in full swing when she arrived. People were already dancing and drinking and even some of the drunker people began jumping in the pool. Kristie turned to Stiles. "I'm gonna go get a drink." she yelled over the loud bass filled music. "Want one?"

"No thanks." he said and Kristie took off toward the drinks table. She grabbed a cup and turned around, only to come face to face with Derek.

"Hi." he said.

"Hi." she answered, surprised. "I didn't think you would be here. High school party and all."

"I'm here checking up on things."

"Scott?"

"You could say that." Derek led her over to a more private part of the house in full view of Scott. Now that they were alone, Kristie decided to dive right in to the big question.

"What were you doing in the woods that night? The night you saved me."

"I was taking a walk. I do live out there."

"Yeah. That makes sense." Kristie took a drink and Derek began to chuckle. "What?" she asked, thinking she had done something wrong.

"Nothing. It's just...I don't know...you make me laugh. But in a good way." He added, seeing her distress. "I haven't laughed in a while."

Kristie smiled. A piece of hair fell into her face. Derek used his hand and gently moved it behind her ear, stroking her face. His smile suddenly faded as fast as it came. He was looking behind her. Kristie turned and noticed Scott. He looked like he was in pain.

Scott walked away from Allison, who he had been dancing with, holding his head. "Scott!" Kristie shouted after him. "I'm sorry I have to go." she said to Derek, before taking off in Scott's direction. She ran past Stiles who talking to a couple people, and ran outside. She saw Scott get into his car and drive away. "Scott!" she yelled, but he was gone.

"Could I give you a ride home?" Kristie turned and it was Derek who had asked her the question.

"Uh...sure." Kristie followed Derek over to a jet black camaro. He held the door open for her and when he got in he smiled at her.

"I'm just gonna take a little detour."

Derek led, or more appropriately dragged, Kristie into the woods. No matter how hard she struggled against him, he wouldn't let go. I've done it, Kristie thought. I'm about to die in the woods or worse because I made friends with the creepy psychopath. Great. "Where are you taking me?" she asked, getting even more scared as they went farther into the woods.

"I need to find the right spot."

"Right spot for what?"

"For Scott to find you."

"Scott? Find me? What are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, and you know exactly what he is."

"You mean Stiles was right? Scott's a werewolf!"

Derek came to a sudden stop, causing Kristie to fall into his arms. She looked up at him, and she couldn't help but be attracted to his face. Even if he did take her miles into the woods. He slowly helped her stand upright, but still held onto her. It seemed like he was about to move in for a kiss when a low growl interrupted them.

Kristie spun her head to see what it was and was shocked by what she saw. It was Scott, but it wasn't really Scott. This Scott had claws and fangs and was basically transformed. Her question had been answered Scott was a werewolf.

She gasped at the sight of him. "Scott." But before anything else could happen, Scott leaped at her, tackling Derek to the ground. The two rolled around for a little bit, until Derek had the young werewolf pinned.

"Why did you take her?" Scott asked.

"Shh. Quiet." Derek said, pricking an ear up. "Too late. They're already here." Derek got up, grabbing Kristie's hand. "Run." he said and took off. Kristie heard a whoosh and saw a bright flashing light, followed by a scream, Scott's scream. Derek led her to a small ditch. "Stay here." he said, and disappeared.

Kristie didn't really know what happened after that. All she knew was by what she heard. She heard a few grunt and people being thrown around before Derek and Scott both came back for her.

The three ran after that. Kristie finally stopped, not being able to ran. "What was that!" she exclaimed, out of breath. She felt like she was the one who needed an inhaler.

"Hunters." Derek said. "The kind that have been hunting us for centuries."

"Us!" Scott exclaimed. "You mean you! You did this to me!" Kristie looked at Derek in shock and walked over to her brother, kneeling beside him.

"It is really so bad, Scott? That you can see better, hear more clearly, move faster than any human could ever hope? You've been given something that most people would kill for. The bite is a gift."

"I don't want it."

"You will. And you're gonna need me if you want to learn how to control it. So you and me Scott, we're brothers now."

Kristie remained quite as Derek disappeared into the darkness. "Are you okay?" she asked Scott, looking at the wound on his arm.

"Yeah. I'm sorry you got dragged into this."

"Literally." she mumbled. "I was just bait. I'm fine."

"You sure."

"Yes! Now are you okay?"

"You're not scared of me, are you?"

"What? You're my brother! Nothing you do can scare me." And the two shared a laugh. "Come on. Let's get out of here."

Kristie ended up taking off her heels. She and Scott were forced to walk the whole night along the side of the road. When it became light, Stiles finally showed up in his jeep. "Took you long enough." she said, getting into the back seat.

"Hey! You're okay!" Stiles exclaimed. "I thought big bad Derek would have killed you."

"No, but he killed my shoes." she said, holding up her mud and grass caked shoes. "He owes me a new pair."

"You know what actually worries me the most?" Scott quickly came out saying.

"If you say Allison, I'm gonna punch you in the head." Stiles replied.

"She probably hates me."

"Uh!" Kristie and Stiles exclaimed in unison. "I doubt that." Kristie added. "But you might wanna come up with a pretty amazing apology."

"Or, you know you could just tell her the truth." Stiles said. "Revel in the awesomeness of the fact that you're a frickin werewolf!" Scott and Kristie looked at him. "Okay, bad idea."

"We'll get through this." Kristie said, patting her brother on the shoulder. "If I have to I will chain you up myself on full moon nights and feed you live mice."

"I had a boa once." Stiles added. "I could help." The three laughed as they headed to the McCall house so the two twins could scrub away any remaining filth from last night.

Tell me what you guys think! I know I have so many fanfics going on right now and I haven't updated them in a while, but I will try to! I was just on vacation, but couldn't bring my laptop. I just had to write this because I got inspired reading other fanfics. Please review!