Chapter 1: Wolf Moon

I was reading my favorite book 'The Fault in Our Stars' when I heard a sound coming from outside. I paused my reading and listened. My brother, Scott, screamed.

I shot up and ran next door to his bedroom, nothing. I heard more yelling and followed the sound to the side porch. I found an upside down Stiles being yelled at by Scott.

"Stiles, What the hell are you doing?!" Scott yelled, easing his baseball bat. I giggled. They looked over to me. Scott gave me an apologetic look and Stiles waved.

"You weren't answering your phone! Why do you have a bat?" Stiles questioned, still hanging from the side of my house.

"I thought you were a predator!" Scott scoffed, I leaned on one of the pillars.

"A predator? Look, I know it's late but you guys need to 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." He said excitedly. I smelled trouble.

My brother and our best friend had always gotten the three of us into trouble. There was no way that time was any different.

"For what?" Scott pushed.

"Two joggers found a body in the woods," Stiles said before flipping himself off of the side of the house to stand by the porch.

'Here we go,' I said to myself, sighing.

"A dead body?!" Scott asked, surprised. Nothing ever happened in Beacon Hills.

"No a body of water," He said sarcastically. "Yes, dumbass. A dead body." Stiles climbed on the porch with his back to the wall, so both Scott and I could hear.

"You mean like murdered?" I said, worried. I didn't want a killer in my hometown.

"Nobody knows yet." Stiles said looking over to me, slightly out of breath from climbing on the porch. "Just that it was a girl. Probably in her twenties."

"Hold on, If they found a body than what are they looking for?" Scott asked, confused.

"That's the best part. They only found half." Stiles said. his voice shaking in excitement. My eyes widened.

Stiles looked between Scott and I.

"We're going." He declared.

The three of us pulled up to Beacon Hills Reserve and jumped out of Stiles' jeep.

"We're seriously doing this?" I said as I shut my door and walked up behind Stiles.

"You're the one that is always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town." Stiles said as he patted me on the back. He had a point.

"I was trying to get a good light's sleep before practice tomorrow." Scott whined. Neither of them were good at lacrosse, Why bother?

"Right! 'Cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort." Stiles responded.

"No, because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line." Scott said triumphantly. An uncoordinated asthmatic on first line, yeah.

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

I giggled at Stiles' comment and Scott told me to shut up. being the younger twin sucked.

"Out of curiosity, Which half of the body are we looking for?" Scott asked.

"Huh, I didn't even think about that." Stiles said. Of course not.

"And uh, what if whoever killed the body is still out here?"

"Also something I didn't think about."

We came to a hill and Scott's words got breathy.

"It's comforting to know you planned this out with your usual attention to detail."

"Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, Stiles." I said as Scott leaned against a tree and took out his inhaler.

As we reached the top of the hill, Stiles pulled me down to the ground.

"Shit." I said as I landed with a thud.

"Sorry." he whispered. Scott got down as well.

Stiles struggles to turn off the flashlight as we saw several officers in the distance. Stiles decided to get up and run towards them. I helped Scott up and we chased him.

"Stiles!' We each repeated, hoping he would wait up.

After slowing down, Stiles was caught by his dad, Sheriff Stilinski. Stiles feel to the ground in one of his usual spasm-like movements. Scott and I hid behind trees that were close together.

"Hang on, This little delinquent belongs to me." Sheriff said over the barking police dog.

"Dad, How are you doing?" Stiles says casually. I smile to myself.

"So uh, Do you listen into all of my phone calls?" Sheriff said to his son.

"No… Not the boring ones." Stiles confessed.

"And where are your usual partners in crime?" Sheriff said, tired.

"Who Kat and Scott? Sc-Scott is at home. Said he wanted to get a good night's sleep. Kat wanted to read, as usual. Just me. In the woods. Alone." Stiles said, he knew me so well.

"Scott? You out there? Kat? You? Kat?" Sheriff called, silence. He sighed.

"Well young man, I'm going to walk you back to your car than you and I are going to have a conversation about a little thing called invasion of privacy." I heard sheriff trail off.

Once they were gone, Scott and I headed back through the woods. We both looked around as we heard things. We paused so Scott could pump his inhaler, when suddenly a stampede of deer came at us.

Scott and I both fell to the ground to avoid the massive stampede and I see Scott drop his inhaler. The last animal finally runs away and I turn to see Scott next to me. He stands up than offers me a hand.

He turns his phone light on and starts to look for his inhaler. I help him search.

We both come across the other half of the dead body and fall backwards into a ditch. We cough for a second than stand up, Just as we are walking away slowly, Scott turns errily.

"Scott?" I say, scared.

I look behind me and saw this dark shadow thing lunge towards us. It catches Scott's leg and he yells out in pain. I grab my brother's hand and fight with the creature. It let's Scott go the tackles me, I scream. I feel a sharp pain in my right side. I wiggle from the animal's grasp and run towards Scott, who was already coming back for me.

We run until we reach the street and a car almost hits us but it swerves.

Scott lifts up the side of his shirt to reveal a huge bite mark. I remember the pain in my side and lift my shirt too. I have a matching one.

"When I said I wanted matching twin tattoos, This is not what I meant." I said between breaths as Scott stared at my bite.

Scott and I pulled up to the school side by side. Him on his bike and my on my skateboard.

I stood by Scott while he hooked up his bike to the bike rack when none other than Jackson Whittemore pulls up in his rich boy car. As Jackson gets out, He hits Scott with his car door.

"Dude, Just because you have a hot sister doesn't mean you don't have to watch the paint job." Jackson said to Scott. I rolled my eyes. Jackson's meathead friend called him and he checked me out before walking away.

"Pig." I say about Jackson. Scott laughed and nodded in agreement.

We met up with Stiles by the front entrance.

"Come on, Let's see these things." Stiles said, referring to mine and Scott's bites.

Scott and I both lifted up the side of our shirts. We had the bite on the same side.

"Whoa. Freaky that it's the same side to." Stiles said. He reached for my bandage and I flinched.

"Sorry." He said. I waved it off.

"It was too dark to see much but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf." I said while Scott picked up his bookbag from the ground. We started walking.

"A wolf bit you two?" Stiles said, unbelieving.

"Uh huh." Scott said, matter-o-factly.

"No, Not a chance." Stiles said, confident.

"We heard a wolf howling." Scott said.

"No you didn't."

"Don't tell us what we heard Stilinski." I said, elbowing him in the ribs playfully. He grunted but played it off.

"California hasn't had wolves in like 60 years." Stiles said. Know it all.

"Really?" Scott and I both said at the same time.

"Yes really. There are no wolves in you'd think after knowing you two for my entire life I'd be used to that by now." Referring to our sentences said at the same time. He called it our 'weird twin thing'.

"Well if you don't believe me about the wolf than you're definitely not going to believe me when I tell you we found the body." Scott said. Stiles jumped excitedly.

"Are you kidding me?" Stiles said happily.

"No," I said. "I think I'm going to have nightmares for a while." I added.

"Oh my god. This is seriously going to be the best thing to happen to this town since… since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey Lydia, you look, like you're going to ignore me." Stiles finished sadly. I rolled my eyes as the strawberry blonde 'IT' girl walked by. Stiles had always had a crush on her. It annoyed me.

I tuned out the rest of their conversation as the warning bell rang. We walked into the building.

Our literature teacher mentioned the body and how our minds would make up scenarios when I noticed Scott jumped as if something was really loud. I listened and didn't hear anything. He looks around, searching and focuses on someone outside of the window.

I shook it off and turned my attention to the syllabus the teacher handed out for the semester. A few moments later, My attention is ripped away by the principal busting through the door.

"Class this is our new student, Allison Argent. Just do your best to make her feel welcome." He said just before leaving the classroom.

The girl was gorgeous. Long dark hair, curled into ringlets. She carried herself shyly. She took the seat behind Scott. He handed her a pen and they smiled at each other. Go Scotty.

After class, I stood by Scott while I was digging around in my locker. Scott was staring at Allison, who was staring back.

'Can someone tell me how Allison is here for an hour and she's already friend's with Lydia. It took Lydia 3 years to learn my name." I said, shutting my locker and leaning into it.

"She's hot. Beautiful people heard together." Stiles shrugged. I giggled.

"Yeah, they're all beautiful. I wonder what it's like. Being pretty enough to be popular in a moments notice." I said, looking over to Allison, admiring her.

"Shut up, Kat. You're gorgeous. You're just quiet and don't put out." Stiles said, nudging me. I blushed. The blood always rushed to my cheeks whenever he complimented me.

I sat down on top of the stands at lacrosse practice to watch my brother and his best friend play. Coach tossed Scott goalie gear. Lydia and Allison sat in front of me.

"Who is that?" Allison asked Lydia, nodding towards Scott.

"I'm not sure, Why?"

"He's in my english class."

The ref blew the whistle and Scott collapsed. I stood, concerned. A player shot a ball and it hit in directly in his helmeted face. I cringed.

Another player threw a ball and Scott caught it in his net. I stood and clapped and yelled. Allison turned to me and smiled.

"Do you know him?" She asked, sweetly. I sat down to answer.

"He's my brother. Scott." I said, proudly.

"He's pretty good." She said to me. I smiled. Lydia turned to me.

"Very good. Hi Katherine." She said with a genuine smile, something you didn't see from Lydia a lot. I smiled back.

"Hello, Lydia." I responded.

"Sit down here with us." She suggested. I nodded and moved to sit next to Allison.

Scott caught a really fast ball from Jackson. The three of us stood up and cheered. Stiles shot up from the bench and celebrated.

I water splashed on my old black chucks as Scott Stiles and I walked through the woods.

"I don't know what it was. It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. That's not the only weird thing. I hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things." Scott said as we trudged through the woods.

"Smell things. Like what?" Stiles said with a hitched giggle.

"Like the mint mojito gum in your pocket."

Stiles mumbled and pulled out a piece of gum.

"FREAKY." I yelled with a giggle. Stiles giggled with me.

"All this started with the bite," Stiles said.

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

"You know what, I actually think I've heard of this. It's a specific kind of infection."

Scott looked worried.

"Are you serious?" Scott said, dumbfounded.

"Yeah, I think it's called… lycanthrope."

And with that, I busted into laughter.

"Why are you laughing? Is that bad? What is it?" Scott panicked. He seriously needed to read more.

"Oh yeah, It's the worst. But only once a month." Stiles added, trying to keep a straight face at my laughter.

"Once a month?"

"Mhm. On the night of the full moon."

At the same time, Stiles and I howled like wolves. Than laughed together.

Scott pushed us both as we laughed.

"Hey, You're the one that heard a wolf howling."

"There could be something seriously wrong with me!"

"We know! You're a werewolf!" I said, with a giggle.

"Obviously, We're kidding. But if you see me in shop class melting all of the silver I can find it's because Friday is the full moon. Why isn't any of this happening to you, Kit Kat?" Stiles said. He turned to me and I shrugged. I smiled at the childhood nickname he gave me when we were younger.

"I could've sworn this was it. We saw the body, the deer came running." Scott said after looking around.

"Maybe the killer moved the body." I suggested.

"If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are like 80 bucks."

Stiles pulled Scott off of the ground and me behind him slightly. A tall man, handsome man with a leather jacket was standing about 20 feet away. He came out of nowhere.

"What are you doing here? Huh? This is private property." The man asked, he eyed the three of us, especially me.

"Sorry man, We didn't know," Stiles said nervously.

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

"Forget it." I added, the man looked at me. A flash of surprise in his eyes. The man tossed Scott his inhaler. The man walked away.

"Alright, come on. We gotta get to work," Scott said before Stiles interrupted.

"Dude, That was Derek Hale. You remember him right? He's only like a few years older than us." Stiles said.

"Remember what?" I asked.

"His family. They were all burned to death in a fire like 10 years ago."

"I wonder what he's doing back." I said, thinking of the dark man known as Derek Hale.

Scott flipped the open sign to closed and headed to the back as I propped myself up on the counter, reading through patient check-ins.

About a minute after Scott went to the back, Allison was knocking at the door, looking distraught. I opened the door just as Scott got in the room.

"I didn't see it. I took my eyes off the road for like 2 seconds to change the song on my ipod, than this dog came out of nowhere." Allison spurted out in one breath.

"It's alright." Scott repeated.

"Do you remember where it happened? So I can send animal control to find it?" I asked her in a soothing voice. She looked at me past her tears.

"No, I mean yes I know where I hit it but the dog,"

"Where is it?" Scott asked her.

"In my car." She said frantically.

Scott followed her to her car while I ran to the check up room and set some supplies up for Scott. He brought the dog in.

"I think her leg is broken. I've seen Doc do plenty of splints I could do it myself and give her a painkiller for now."

I looked at the scene unfold while I kept the dog distracted. Scott gave her a shirt to change into. She left the room to change.

I looked at Scott look over to the room where she had gone. I cleared my throat.

"What? I didn't see anything."

I chuckled as he started the splint. Allison came back into the room and they flirted. Awh. It warmed my heart.

The next day was great for Scott. Allison agreed to go on a date with him and he made first line.

Scott and I decided to go to Stiles' house.

We knocked on Stiles' door and he opened it.

"Get in, Both of you." Stiles said, he sounded frustrated. His floor was covered in papers and opens books. I plopped down on his bed and faced my boys.

"I've been up all night, reading websites, books." Stiles said, flustered.

"How much adderall have you had today, Skibee?" I asked from his bed, he looked over at me and smiled. He liked his childhood nickname.

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

"Is this about the body? They find the other half?" Scott said, sitting down beside my torso.

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

"The guy we saw in the woods?" I asked.

"Yeah but that's not it, Okay?" Stiles spazed.

"What is it?" Scott asked.

"Remember the joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore." Stiles' face softening.

It was confirmed by Stiles and I that Scott was a werewolf. I tried to step in and go to the party but Stiles wouldn't let me. I decided to take a trip to the cemetery.

The cemetery was dimly lit and empty. I turned on my phone's flashlight and searched for a certain gravestone. I found it moments later.

Samuel Carter Jensen

1996-2010

Beloved Brother, Son and Friend

My eyes stung with tears as I read the same of my best friend. Other than Stiles, of course. Scott was friend's this the gravestone's owner too.

I lost my best friend Sam to osteosarcoma when I was 14. He was only a year older and we went to school together. I sat down on the cold grass in front of the gravestone.

I traced the carved name and felt a tear go down my cheek.

"Hey Sammy. You've missed so much already. I wish you could come back." I said to the grey gravestone. More tears.

I was in the room when he died.

Scott, Stiles and I stayed over night at the hospital one night after Sammy's cancer had gotten really bad. We stayed up all night talking to Sammy about his favorite things. Things to say about him at his funeral. We decided to throw our own funeral for him.

"It's your turn, Kitty." Sam said from his hospital bed, where he was hooked up to several complicated machines. Stiles and Scott had already said their eulogies. I stood up with a weak smile and spoke from the heart.

"Samuel Carter Jensen is one of the sweetest, smartest, kindest, most infuriating assholes I have ever met to this day. I don't mean that offensively, I mean that heartfeltly. See, Stiles, Scott, Sam and I had a different sort of friend ship. We teased each other, hit each other and practically bullied each other. But it was all out of love." I paused to hold back some tears. "He would be sweet as pie than say something smartass to make it better. He didn't care what people thought about him either. He didn't care that he was the cancer kid. He just loved being alive. He accepted everything with open arms like a bear hug. He would cry when he wanted, laugh when he wanted and yell when he wanted. When we found out he had cancer, we all cried. And he comforted us. Isn't that the damnedest thing? Know why? Because his mind was so open to new things. Even death. Death was new to him. He didn't want to leave any of us behind of course but he didn't let his impending death slow him down. He still gave us every ounce of his love that he could give. That is what I love about him the most. I love him with all of my heart and would trade places with him in a heartbeat. But hey, we all know he wouldn't let me. When he leaves, I'll lose a part of me that will never be filled by another charming boy with an attitude problem again." I said. By the end of the speech I was balling my eyes out. I walked over to his bedside to hug him. That was the last hug from him I ever got.

When we woke up in the morning, nurses were rushing around him, trying to save him. But they couldn't. His time of death was 8:57 am on Tuesday the 17th of november. The day a piece of my heart died.

I leaned into his gravestone and sobbed quietly.

"Please come back to me, Sam. I miss my best friend." I said, continuing to sob into the cold stone.

I felt someone kneel beside me. They placed their hand on my back and rubbed gently.

"Hey, What's wrong?" A voice of a boy asked. I looked up from between my hands and saw an attractive guy with boyish curls and amazing blue eyes. I wiped my eyes.

"I uhm. I'm just visiting. Memories bring the tears, you know?" I said looking down at my lap.

"I know." The boy said sadly. He moved a strand of my hair from my face gently and wiped a stray tear from my cheek. I blushed.

"What about you? Why are you here so late?" I asked with a shakey voice. He pulled his hand away.

"I uh, work here." He said shyly.

"Must be depressing." I said with a weak giggle.

"Very." He stood up beside me and offered his hand. I took it. He helped me up.

"You look familiar." I stared, staring at the cute, tall boy.

"I'm Isaac Lahey, I'm in your grade." He said. His demeanor very shy but charming in a sensitive, dorky way.

"I'm Katherine McCall. Call me Kat." I said with a smile.

"I know your name." He said, he tensed at his words. "That sounded creepy." He added, sighing. I giggled.

"No it didn't." I said, he smiled.

"Do you need me to walk you home? It's dark." He said.

"No, I'll be okay. But thank you. You're on the job anyway. Thank you for wiping my tears, Isaac Lahey." I said before standing on my very tippy toes to kiss him on the cheek.

"Uh, N-No problem. I'll see you at school?" He said, cute.

"I hope so. Until tomorrow." I said waving as I walked off. I ran and jumped onto my skateboard. I thought of the adorable, curly headed boy with the blue eyes that made my knees weak until I got home, even after then.

Hey guys! I'm sorry but I had an idea and I HAD to made it into a fanfic asap. Let me know what you think! Review? I LOVE YOU.