Chapter 1

Stiles hid behind the tree, knowing that her father had already seen Scott and desperatly hoping that her best friend didnt rat her out
"so where is my daughter Scott?" Her father asked
"shes at mine... didnt want to come out to investigate, said it was way too fucking cold" bless his heart he was actually trying to keep her out of trouble
"really?" unfourtantly her father wasnt having any of it
"OK...She said that a teenage girl in the woods was a bad idea, especially after a girl was already found dead adn told me that if i wanted to go and potentially get raped i could if i wanted but she did not want to go through that kind of trauma" was Scotts reply, however her fathe still called out for her and everything in her body wanted to answer him but didnt want to get into trouble, and she didnt want Scott to get cought liying to the Sheriff. Yeah thats right, she was the Sheriff's daughter - you can guess how hard it is getting around him to sneak out.
"she also mentioned that she wanted to get some rest for the cheer practices tomorrow, that the newbies needed to be taught that they could not be slcking off and that the captin would kill her if she could not stay awake long enough to tourture the freshmen" Scott continued - this time her father believed him, knowing from his daughter all about the captains sadistic tendencies adn the fact that Stiles was being coached to take her place.

After Scott had been lead away from the scence with her father and the cops all had left Stiles headed back to her jeep - Scott was in part telling the truth, she needed to be up early in order to make the morning practice before the tryouts, and she needed to get some more work done and go for her run.
Stiles must have made a wrong turn somewhere because she seemed to be in the old Hale territory - she only knew that because she used to be best freinds with Cora Hale, along with Erica Reyes and Lydia Martin that is, Stiles quickly turned off that train of thought. suddenly a herd of deer went rushing past her, knocking her to the ground. Looking up, at the direction they had come from, she saw what they were running from - it was huge with red eyes adn was running for her, fast. Scrambling up she started to run away, grateful for the fact that she ran through the preserve every morning for the past 2 years. Eventully though the creature caught up to her adn tackeled her - biting her arm in the process - she got a good look at it as she was screaming in pain - it looked like a wolf but they were not in California; not for 60 odd years that is. it was at that point that Stiles passed out.