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A/N: This is my first story so... read and review. It starts after the episode Currents.

"I'll wrap up my bones, and

Leave them. Out of this home,

Out on the road"

-Still by Daughter

Chapter 1-Blue Eyes

Scott McCall was sitting by his desk staring at a blank piece of paper. He had a history report due tomorrow on some war from the 1800's, and he just couldn't concentrate. After he had saved Deaton, he went home thinking hoping that everything had been under control. Hoping Stiles, Cora, and Lydia had gotten there on time. But it had been hours since he had gotten back home, and now...he wasn't so sure.

Isaac had been due back a long time ago, and no one had called or texted him letting him know what was up. Scott picked up his phone, and looked in his inbox for the tenth time in the last fifteen minutes. "No new messages…great." He thought.

A few seconds after he had put his phone down it buzzed. He picked it up to see '1 NEW TEXT MESSAGE' floating across the re-opened his inbox to see Stiles had sent him a text. He opened the text to see two words: 'Boyd's dead.'

He read it over, and over again; but it wouldn't sink in. He couldn't believe it….he wouldn't believe it. This has got to be some kind of joke or something, right? Boyd couldn't be dead. Could he?

Scott couldn't take it anymore he needed to go for a walk. He picked up the piece of paper he was supposed to be using for his history report, and wrote on it quickly with not so neat handwriting: 'Going for a walk.' He laid it on his pillow so Isaac could know he had gotten back alright. He grabbed his blue jean jacket off his unmade bed, and threw it over his grey V-neck.

He opened the window, and hopped out, closing it behind himself. He slid off the roof onto the ground gracefully.

He turned around eyed the front-door for a second, and inwardly laughed to himself. "Maybe I should start using the front door."

Scott looked around for a second taking in his surroundings. It was a full moon tonight, and he knew just where to go.

After about thirty- minutes, he found himself at the entrance to where it all started- the woods. Regular people stay away from places where things went wrong in their lives.

But Scott found comfort in the woods. Then again, he wasn't a regular person, in-fact he was far from normal.

He entered the woods, and after a few steps paused. Something was different. There weren't the usual chirping birds, chattering crickets or gentle wind. No, there were none of things he felt soothing. It was just…silent.

But nevertheless he kept on walking, thinking; about the fact that Boyd was dead. He and Boyd were never close or what you would call friends.

In fact, honestly if Derek hadn't made Boyd a part of his pack they would have zero interactions whatsoever. They would be two different people in two different worlds.

Even though the only thing they had in common was the fact that they were both werewolves, he still felt bad that he was dead. He didn't deserve to die. Most people didn't…most people.

Scott froze in his tracks as something sprinted past him leaving a scent that smelt of vanilla. It was dark, and he could barely see anything. The figure time past him again this time knocking him to the ground in the process.

Scott hesitantly got up, dusting his pants off. He paused hearing a faint growl behind him. He stood up straight, and turned around slowly to meet a pair of cold, light blue eyes. But they weren't regular blue eyes. They we're glowing werewolf eyes.

He leaned in closer to see long, curly black hair. "It's a girl." He thought to himself.

"Duh you idiot." The inner voice in his head said.

The girl with the blue eyes lunged at him. But he was too quick, and she missed him by a few feet. She rolled, and landed back on her feet. She brought out her claws and sprung at him again this time landing on top of him.

She clawed his face tearing his flesh, and Scott yelped in pain. She reached to scratch him again, but Scott pushed her off of him, and into a tree. Scott turned his head to see her gone, like she had dissolved in midair.

Scott got up on all fours, and ran. His eyes started to water as the wind hit him in the face. After two to three minutes he found himself at the woods entrance again. He looked back to see if she had followed him, and she hadn't.

That's when he felt the blood dripping down his face. He put his hand on-top of where the scar had been, and winced. The cut wasn't that deep, but it still hurt.

Scott made his way home, and thought back to what had just happened. He was so confused. And had so many un-answered questions like: Who was she? Why did she attack him? Why did she have blue eyes? And then there was the question that bugged him the most: Was she alone? He knew that she couldn't possibly part of Deucalion's pack because she wasn't an alpha. But did she belong to a pack? Scott hoped not, he already had enough werewolf related problems in his life to deal with. And definitely enough werewolves He didn't need anymore.

Scott walked in the front door to see Isaac lying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling.

"What happened to you?" Isaac asked sitting up on the couch so he could look at him.

"I just went for a walk. I wrote you a note it was on my-." He started.

"Yeah I got the note." Isaac interrupted. "I just mean what happened to your face."

"Oh this," Scott said motioning to the scratches on his face, "nothing."

"Really, because it looks like someone-"

"So what happened tonight, why you come back so late?" Scott interrupted desperately wanting to change the subject. He already knew the answer, but he didn't feel like explaining what had happened earlier.. He really didn't even know himself.

"Boyd…uh…he's dead." Isaac whispered his lips curling into a frown.

There they were again. The two words he didn't want to hear in a sentence again: Boyd and dead.

"I'm sorry." Scott said. He wasn't really good at this, comforting people after they lose someone close to them. It never really was his thing.

Isaac just nodded in response lying back down on the couch in the position he was when Scott had come in a few minutes ago.

Scott walked into his room, and took off his jacket, kicked off his shoes, and slid off his jeans. He got onto his bed, and pulled the covers over himself. He'd shower in the morning. Because right now he was mentally and physically exhausted and before he knew it he found himself drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

A/N: Good start? Yes. No. Maybe. How 'bout a review please.

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