chapter one:
wolf moon (part one)
Ellery always thought she had a sixth sense when it came to weird things happening in Beacon Hills. This place was like a magnet when it came to the unexplainable. Gruesome murders, animal attacks, missing persons—damn near everything you can imagine. It hadn't always been like this. In fact, a couple months ago, you wouldn't have been able to suspect a thing. It all changed on a dime after the first animal attack. But it didn't just change the town, it threw Ellery's life into a whirlwind of insanity.
It had all started the night before her first day of high school.
The deep bass and mumbled singing was what woke Ellery from her sleep. She lazily sat up in her bed, too tired to be annoyed. She hadn't had much success sleeping anyways, maybe twenty minute intervals before she would end up waking up again, because something just didn't feel right. Her skin crawled with anxiety as she planted her feet on the ground, the cold hardwood floor sending a chill up her spine. She was ready to rip Scott a new one at this point. She blindly grabbed for her phone, squinting as she checked the time.
12:30am, it read. She groaned, marching towards her brothers' room across the hall.
"Scott," She mumbled tiredly, "What the hell?"
Scott looked up, dumbfounded. "What?" It took him a couple more seconds to catch on. "Crap. Did I wake you up?"
"No, your music did." She replied sarcastically, crossing her arms over her chest. She stared at him quietly before throwing her arms down in defeat. She huffed loudly before walking over to his bed.
"It's fine." She assured him, after seeing the Scott was being genuinely apologetic. "Couldn't get much sleep anyways."
"Feeling weird again?" Scott asked, threading the rope on his lacrosse stick. She could tell by the way he kept tightening that one piece that has was already super anxious for tryouts.
"Yeah." She replied, taking a seat on his bed, crossing her legs over the sheets.
"Here, let me see." She made a grabby motion with her hand and pulled the lacrosse stick from his grasp. "Tighten it too much and you're just going to rip it."
Scott rubbed at his eyes with the palms of his hands before heading towards the bathroom. "Thanks." He said before grabbing at his toothbrush.
"You already know." She offered a cheesy smile before fixing and finishing up the job he had started. "You've got the greatest sister, let's be honest."
"Whatever." He laughed around his toothbrush before spitting into the sink.
She gave him a look of mock offense, holding her hand over her chest like she had been wounded. "Excuse you?"
"You know I'm just—" Scott stopped midsentence, eyes darting towards his window.
Ellery was sure she had heard the same thing, which is why she turned too. They both glanced at each other immediately before Ellery finally stood from the bed. She nodded towards his door, grabbing Scott's hand. Scott shook his head vigorously, gently pushing her back into the hallway, into her room.
"Stay in here." Scott told her, but Ellery was having none of it. She scoffed quietly before grabbing her shoes, slipping the over her feet.
"Like hell I'm staying in here." She replied, handing Scott the wooden bat behind her door.
"Go," She motioned after a couple seconds of him staring blankly at her, he gripped the bat tightly, poised and set to strike the attacker. "I'll stay behind." And Ellery did as so, following a few feet behind him as they tiptoed downstairs.
They had finally made it out on the front porch, but by that time, it was completely silent.
"What do you think it was?" Scott asked in a hushed voice, gripping the bat until his knuckles turned white.
"Nothing probably." Ellery shrugged, "Maybe just the wind or something."
"Let's just go back in—" Ellery was cut off by the snapping branches and a body swinging down from their roof. Needless to say, both Scott and Ellery screamed louder than they ever have before.
"Stiles! What the hell are you doing?!" Scott questioned in terror, nearly hitting Stiles with the weapon clutched between his grasp.
"You weren't answering your phone." Stiles replied, seeming like it was no big deal that this kid was basically hanging from their roof.
"So instead of knocking on the door," Ellery said, pointing back at the front door, "You thought it would be a good idea to climb onto our roof?"
Stiles shrugged, barely swaying as he hung from the roof.
"You idiot!" She yelled, slapping him in the arm for good measure.
Stiles jerked wildly, before snapping his head to Scott, "Why the hell do you have a bat?"
"I thought you were a predator." Scott answered, throwing his arms out. He let the bat fall from his hands, Ellery caught it immediately.
"A pred—What?" Stiles asked, half amused. "Look, I know it's late but you gotta hear this."
"I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago," He explained, letting his arms hang above his head as he dangled upside down. "Dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department and even state police."
"For what?" Scott and Ellery asked.
"Two joggers found a body in the woods." Stiles replied, flipping himself off the roof and landing on his feet.
"A dead body?" Scott asked.
"No, a body of water." Stiles answered sarcastically, "Yes, dumbass. A dead body."
Stiles hoisted himself over the railing on the front porch, resting his hands on his hips.
"You mean like… murdered?" Ellery asked, setting the bat against the wall.
"Nobody knows yet." Stiles answered, looking over at me than back at Scott. "Just that it was a girl, probably in her twenties."
"Well hold on, if they found the body than what are they looking for?"
It wasn't that stupid for Scott to ask either, because really, what would they be looking for?
"That's the best part," Stiles jumped slightly in excitement, "They only found half."
Scott raised his eyebrows in curiosity, causing Ellery to roll her eyes.
"We're going." Stiles told him.
"You know this is a bad idea, right?" Ellery piped up, looking directly at Stiles. "It's the middle of the night, you don't know what's out there."
"She has a point." Ellery sighed in relief as Scott sided with her, but he deflated and gave in after Stiles' consistent bugging him. Well that was short lived, she thought.
"Well if you're going, so am I." Ellery told them, but before Scott could protest she stopped him. "Don't even start, Scott.
"Fine." Scott said, "You can stay in the Jeep."
"Yeah, sure." Ellery scoffed, shoving her hands into the pockets of her hoodie. "Let's just get this over with."
Are we seriously doing this?" Scott asked, exiting the Jeep, Ellery doing the same.
Scott put his hand up to stop the door, but Ellery only pushed harder. "Nice try, bro."
"You're the one that's always bitchin' about nothing every happening in this town." Stiles said, patting Scott on the back.
It was obvious that Stiles was eager, but the feeling Ellery had left the house with had only gotten stronger. This wasn't a good idea and she knew that, but they weren't going to listen to her.
"I was trying to get a good night of sleep before practice tomorrow." Scott said, following behind Stiles.
"Right, because sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort."
"You would know." Ellery shot back, narrowing her eyes at Stiles.
He backed down immediately, holding his hands up in defeat.
"No, because I'm playing this year." Scott told him, "In fact I'm making first line."
"Hey, that's the spirit." Stiles replied, carefully stepping over a path of rocks and branches. "Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one."
"Yeah, like dating Lydia Martin." Ellery said, smiling proudly at Stiles.
She was hoping that would get a rise out of him, but it only made Scott laugh.
"Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?" Scott asked.
"Huh." Stiles said to himself, "I didn't even think about that."
"And what if whoever killed the body is still out here?" Ellery added, walking closely beside Scott.
"Also something I didn't think about." Stiles answered, not caring that there were flaws to his masterminded plan to find this body.
The three stopped at a steep incline to help Ellery up to the top, following behind closely after her.
"Comforting to know you planned this out with your usual attention to detail." Ellery couldn't help but say, laughing as they finally caught up with her.
"I know." Stiles huffed out in one breath, jogging up behind her.
"Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh?" Scott said tiredly, stopping to take a breath from his inhaler.
"You okay, Scottie?" Ellery asked, she knew he would be though.
"Yeah." He said as he exhaled, pushing himself from the tree he had leaned against.
"Woah!" Ellery yelled, stumbling over her feet, but Stiles caught her before she face planted.
They both army crawled towards a stump laying in the ground, staying out of site. She felt Scott land next to her seconds later, still clutching his inhaler.
"Turn your flashlight off." Ellery told Stiles, bumping his shoulder. He quickly clicked the button, the light dimming.
"Wait, come on." Stiles said, leaping from his spot on the ground into a full out sprint.
"Wait! Stiles!" Scott yelled, clumsily chasing after him.
"Stiles! We're gonna get caught!" Ellery shouted quietly, running away from the crowd of approaching police officers.
"Shit, hide!" Ellery yelled, pushing Scott up against a tree. He wrapped his arm around her and held her against his chest.
Stiles fell to the ground with a shout as one of the police dogs began snapping at his feet.
"Hold on." She heard a voice say, "This little delinquent belongs to me."
Stiles' dad. Sheriff Stilinski. Just his luck, she thought. But, maybe he kind of deserved it.
Ellery couldn't help but laugh into her hand, looking up at Scott. The kid looked terrified, maybe it was for Stiles, or maybe it wasn't.
"Hey, dad."
"So, you listen in on all of my phone calls?" Stilinski asked.
"No." Stiles lied, "Well, not the boring ones."
"And where's the other two usual suspects?"
"Who, Scott? And Ellie?" Stiles asked, still breathing heavily.
"They're—they're home." He said between breaths, "Said he wanted to get a good night sleep for the first day back at school tomorrow."
"So, it's just me. In the woods. Alone."
"Scott?" Stiles' dad asked, shining his flashlight their way. "Ellie? You out there?"
Scott and Ellery both went rigid, not daring to even let out a breath.
"Fine." Sherriff said, grabbing at the back of his sons neck. "I'm gonna walk you back to your car, so you and I can have a conversation about something called invasion of privacy."
"Damn it." Scott said after they had both left. Ellery slumped against him as he loosened his grip.
"What now?" She asked, pushing away and crossing her arms over chest as she shivered. "God, it's freezing."
"I guess get home." Scott answered, draping his arm over his sister protectively. "I think we came th—"
We both froze in place at the sound of some branches snapping above us. Seconds later, howling. This wouldn't be good, she thought.
"You know how I said I get those weird feelings sometimes," Ellery started, looking over her shoulder quickly, "This is definitely one of those times."
"Hey, we'll be fine. We just need to get home." Scott assured her, but it wasn't as comforting as she hoped it would be.
They both stopped to look around. Scott pulled out his inhaler, shaking it a couple times. When Ellery look back, he seemed distracted. He was staring off into the distance, still gripping his inhaler. Ellery could feel it, the ground was practically vibrating and it sent a surge of electricity through her body.
Within seconds of feeling that, a herd of deer came trampling towards them. They both lunged towards the ground, Scott covering Ellery's body with his own. Ellery squeezed her eyes tight and covered her head with her hands. She screamed as they were suddenly sent tumbling downhill, rocks and sticks poking and prodding at her body painfully. When they had finally stopped, she immediately pushed Scott away from her and grabbed for something to help her up.
"Crap." She said to herself, looking down at her hoodie to find that it had it not only ripped through her hoodie, but her shirt too. She huffed angrily and pulled her phone out, which miraculously hadn't cracked in the madness.
"We need to get the hell out of here." She said, turning towards her brother.
"Scott? Did you hear me?" She asked, noticing that her brother was staring off at something again. "What is it? What do you see?"
"Run." Scott said calmly, "Run now, get to the house."
"What? Why" She asked, her voice filled with concern.
Seconds later she was thrown to the ground, the sounds of Scott's screaming filled the air. She panicked and pushed herself from the ground, sprinting away as fast as she could, not knowing where she was going. She just wanted to get away from here.
The feeling was overwhelming now as she skidded to a halt. She didn't know where she was, but there was road, so she assumed she was close. She rested her hands against the tree, struggling to catch her breath. She felt like she was gasping for air, like her lungs would collapse at any second. She dropped to her knees suddenly, the feeling practically overtaking her. It wasn't terror or anger, it just felt warning, like danger. Scott, she thought suddenly. But before she could react, her eyes went heavy. She felt like she needed to vomit, but there was nothing. She took one last breath before her world went black and fainted.
"What the hell?" Ellery said to herself, staring up at the ceiling in her bedroom. She glanced around at her surroundings. Yep, definitely her room. How the hell did she get here? What the hell happened last night? She pushed the blanket off of her and stood from her bed.
She visibly cringed at the pain she felt when she stretched. She looked down at her still torn shirt she was wearing and her hoodie that was laying on the floor at her feet. Did someone bring her home? She jumped at the knock on her door, relaxing when she saw Scott.
"Woah," Ellery went wide-eyed, "What the hell is that?"
Scott touched at the large bandage on his stomach, "Honestly, I couldn't even tell you."
"Well, let me see it." She insisted, walking towards her brother. He carefully lifted a side of the bandage away from his skin, revealing the bloody wound that was left there.
"Wait, is that a bite?" She asked, examining it more carefully. "Those look like they were left by teeth."
Scott only shrugged, covering it back up. "I was hoping Stiles could help with that.
Stiles, she thought. She was beyond annoyed with him at this point, but she always was. The feeling was mutual, she was sure.
"Yeah," She replied, annoyed at even hearing Scott mention him right now, "Pretty sure he's the reason you got that."
"I told you guys it was a bad idea." She told him, crossing her arms over her chest.
Scott sighed, before wrapping his arms around his sister. She was so much smaller than him, barely even reached the bottom of his chin, so hugging him made her feel so much more safe.
"Everything is gonna be fine." He assured her, kissing the top of her head. "I promise."
Ellery hopped in the shower shortly after that, needing the time to allow herself a breather and clean off the grime from the night before. It was like she was stuck in her own personal nightmare, whether she was asleep or awake, the danger followed. What the hell was going on lately? She never felt this kind of anxiety, so why now?
Once she was out of the shower, she haphazardly through an outfit together and got dressed, just some jeans and a sheer, baby blue top with some tan colored sandals. She grabbed her phone from the bed, opening it when she realized she had received a text.
Stiles: 'need a ride? scott's not answering."
"Are we riding with Stiles this morning?" Ellery shouted over her shoulder, hoping Scott would hear her from across the hall.
"I was gonna ride my bike." Scott replied, throwing his backpack over his shoulder as he entered her room. "So, if you think you can handle being alone with Stiles for about fifteen minutes, then go ahead without me."
"And try not to kill each other." Scott laughed, quickly snatching one of the pillows from her bed and throwing it at her.
"Hey!" She shouted, but he was already gone. She huffed and threw the pillow towards her bed.
She pulled her phone out once more and sent a quick text to Stiles.
Ellie: 'just me. scott said no.'
Stiles: 'alright. there in 5.'
As much as Stiles got on her nerves, she knew the kid had a good heart. He was always there when her brother needed him, and sometimes ever for her. They had all grown up together, so it was hard not seeing each other all the time. It wasn't like they were forced together, it was honestly the only true friend she had ever made, even if they weren't close like he was with Scott. Plus, both of them always had to be right, so they butt heads more so than Ellery does with Scott, even.
Her phone vibrated in her pocket a while later, she assumed it was Stiles. She could hear the familiar rusty, worn out engine roaring from outside. She assumed right. She gathered her thing and headed for the stairs, practically sprinting her way outside. She climbed into the passenger seat and tossed her things into the back along with Stiles' belongings.
"Morning, sunshine." Stiles greeted cheerily as he pulled out of the driveway. I glared at him from my seat before turning my attention to the radio. "Or not."
"Yeah, because waking up covered in bruises and learning that your brother got attacked in the woods last night is a great way to start off the day." She vented, throwing her hands up in the air, acting like she was excited.
"Ellie," Stiles started, "Look, I'm sorry about last night. Scott called me and told me everything, I didn't think it would get that bad."
It was weird seeing Stiles talk so candidly to her, but it did help ease some of the bottled up anger she held towards Stiles right now.
"No one ever listens to me." She sighed, fed up with everyone ignoring her. "Guess I'll just keep my mouth shut from now on."
Stiles looked over at her, feeling guilty. "Not true."
"Remember that time we went camping and got stranded on one of the back roads?" Stiles began his story, "I thought old Roscoe was done for. But, you swore it was just a flat tire. You were right then, and if I hadn't listened to you I probably would've screwed him up more by tearing him to pieces trying to figure out what wrong with it."
Ellie laughed every time Stiles' referred to his Jeep like it was some kind of human. It was adorable, honestly. His love for this jeep was undeniable. Think about how much someone loved their kid, then intensify that ten more times. That was the relationship Stiles had with his jeep.
"I'm always listening." Stiles told her, "I promise."
It was nice to hear, even made her smile.
"So, you still hate me?" Stiles asked, pulling into the school parking lot.
Ellery shrugged, "Don't know yet. We'll see how the day plays out."
Stiles scoffed playfully, "Can't stay mad forever, McCall."
"Try me." She tested, climbing out of the jeep once they had parked. She fetched her things from the backseat of the jeep and headed towards the school entrance, Stiles following closely behind.
"Alright, let see this thing." Stiles clapped his hands together as he walked up to Scott.
Scott pulled his shirt up, showing the large bandage covering most of his stomach.
Stiles made a sound of both excitement and disgust. "Yeah." Scott said in return.
"It was too dark to see much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf." Scott told them both, since Ellery only really knew half of the story.
"A wolf bit you?" Stiles asked, "No not a chance."
Scott laughed and turned to his best friend, "I heard a wolf howling."
"No you didn't."
"What do you mean no I didn't? I know what I heard."
"Because California doesn't have wolves." Stiles answered, making it seem like it was obvious.
Stiles did have a point. There really were no wolves in California, at least not since they've lived here.
"That's true." Ellie added, "Not for like sixty years."
"Really?" Scott asked, genuinely curious.
"Yes, really." Stiles answered, narrowing his eyes at Scott, probably annoyed by how stupid his best friend was acting. "There are no wolves in California."
Scott shook his head, "Well if you don't believe me about the wolf than you're definitely not gonna believe me when I tell you that I found the body."
"What?" Ellery asked in horror, but Stiles was more than intrigued.
"Are you kidding me?" He asked, "Oh my god."
"I wish. I'm gonna have nightmares for a month."
"That is freakin' awesome." Stiles said, seeming the most happy he had been all morning. "I mean this is seriously gonna be the best thing that's happened to this town since the birth of Lydia Martin."
Ellery barely knew anything about Lydia, just that Stiles was in love with her and she wasn't. But it was obvious why—this girl was beautiful. She strutted her way past them, not sparing a glance their way.
"Hey, Lydia." Stiles said as she walked by, eyes following her as she continued to walk past. "You look… like you're gonna ignore me."
Ellery couldn't help chuckle, "That's gotta hurt."
You know, this is your fault." Stiles said, pointing at Scott. "Pulling me into your nerd depths. I'm a nerd by association."
"I'm scarlet nerded by you."
"You two are ridiculous." Ellery giggled to herself, following them as they walked into the school.
First period went by in a flash, which was a relief. Unlike the hoard of unruly teenagers rushing to leave the classroom, Ellery stayed behind to avoid the mass. Scott and Stiles were already gathered by their own lockers, so she decided it would be a good idea to stop and talk to them before her next class.
"Enjoying your first day?" Scott asked, Ellery shrugged halfheartedly in return.
"It's okay, I guess." She told him, before elbowing him in the side. "What about you? You look a little distracted."
"She's right." Stiles agreed, looking over at his best friend.
Ellery nodded her head, but stopped when she saw Scott staring off past her head.
"Scott, you're not even—" She started, before taking a look for herself.
Of course he had been staring at a girl. But, there was no doubt this girl was beautiful. Clearly, if Lydia Martin had taken time to stop and get to know her.
"Can someone tell me why 'new girl' is here all of five minutes and she's already hanging out with Lydia's clique?" Another student asked as she walked up, probably one of Scott's friends.
"She's hot." Stiles explained, like it was a more than obvious answer. "Beautiful people heard together."
"Yo, Scottie?" Stiles asked, waving a hand in front of his face, breaking Scott from his stupor. "We gotta get to practice."
Just as he said that, the bell rang.
"Well, I have free period, right now." Ellery said quickly, "Mind if I come with?"
Ellery split off with the boys as they headed towards the locker rooms. The stands were pretty empty, probably full of other kids who had nothing to do this period. She didn't know whether to take a seat near a group or just sit by herself. She chose the latter. A couple minutes later, the girl, the one Scott had been staring at showed up.
"This seat taken?" She asked, Ellery shook her head. "Thanks."
"So, is this what every kid does during free period?" She asked, causing Ellery to smile.
"Wouldn't know." Ellery answered honestly, "Just a freshman."
"Really?" She asked, seeming surprised. Ellery nodded in response.
"Oh, well, I'm Allison." She said, smiling at Ellery.
"Ellery." Ellery said, but quickly added, "Everyone calls me Ellie, though."
Allison nodded in understanding, "Got it." She laughed.
"So, you just moved here?" Ellery asked curiously.
"Yeah." Allison replied, "Chicago."
"That sounds amazing." Ellery said, "Way better than Beacon Hills."
Allison laughed openly, greeting Lydia as she took a seat next to her.
"Hey," Allison said suddenly, "Who is that?"
Ellery looked out at the field, where the boys were lining up to play. She noticed that Allison was pointing at her brother, which made her grin even harder than she already was. Just his luck, she thought. She watched as her brother took goalie, missing the first throw.
"Come on, Scott." She whispered to herself, clapping her hands together. "You got this."
Scott visibly tensed, rolling his shoulders back, trying to relax himself. Seconds later, the ball was in his stick, instead of in the goal behind. It caught everyone by surprise, especially Ellie. It's like the ball came to him, practically fell into it.
"Him? I'm not sure who he is." Lydia answered, seeming intrigued. "Why?"
"He's in my English class." Allison replied, returning her attention to the game.
"Scott." Ellery answered simply, turning to Allison with a smile. "His name is Scott McCall."
They both watched as Jackson finally took his turn, everyone was dead silent. You could practically feel the tension in the air. Ellery gripped the edge of bench, watching her brother intently. Suddenly, everyone was cheering. He had actually blocked the throw. Ellery jumped from her seat, cheering and celebrating for her brother.
"That is my friend!" She heard Stiles yell proudly from the field, screaming a couple more times in excitement.
"He's good."
"Yeah, really good." Lydia smirked. Ellery rolled her eyes, annoyed.
Scott was good, though. Surprisingly good, considering his skills were usually lackluster. It seemed like there wasn't much effort at all, like it all just came naturally. Something was definitely up, Ellery knew that. Whenever she was around Scott, the feeling got stronger. She swore to herself she wasn't physic, but sometimes she wasn't sure. She only hoped that this time she was wrong.
"I don't know what happened." Scott said, jumping onto a log to avoid the pool of water beneath it. "It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball."
"And that's not the only weird thing. I hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear, smell things—"
"Smell things?" Ellery asked, quirking an eyebrow. "Like what?"
"Like," Scott paused for a second, glancing over at Stiles. "The mint mojito gum in your pocket."
"I don't have any mint mo—" Stiles reached into his pocket, and sure enough, he did. Stiles looked up at both of them, completely dumbfounded.
"So, all this started with the bite?" Stiles asked, Ellery following closely beside him.
"Well, what if it's like an infection?" Scott asked, "My body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something."
"You know, I actually think I've heard of this. It's a specific kind of infection."
"Are you serious?" Ellery asked, no pun intended, seriously.
"Yeah, I think it's called," Stiles took a breath, resting his hands low on his hips. "Lycanthropy."
'What is that?" Scott asked, his face filled with worry. "Is that bad?"
"The worst." Stiles answered simply. "But only once a month."
"Once a month?"
Stiles hummed in response, "Yeah. On the night of a full moon." He finished off with a weak, joking howl.
"You're an idiot." Ellery told him, playfully punching him in the chest.
"Hey," He stumbled back, laughing. "He's the one who said he heard a wolf howling."
"Yeah, but there could be something seriously wrong with me."
"I know!" Stiles replied, "You're a werewolf." He faked a growl and Scott only looked more annoyed.
"Okay, obviously I'm kidding." He laughed, "But if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver, it's because Friday's a full moon."
"I swear this is it." Scott said, coming to a stop. "This is where we fell, the deer came running, and I dropped my inhaler."
"Maybe the killer moved the body."
"If he did, I hope he left my inhaler." Scott said, looking up at them from where he was kneeling on the ground. "Those things are like eighty bucks."
Stiles snorted, laughing as he leaned back.
Ellery shrugged her shoulders uncomfortably as a chill ran up her spine. The feeling was back. The feeling of danger. She glanced to her left, catching site of another person. Fortunately, it was someone she had seen before. Derek Hale. Still, it was creepy and she knew that feeling was coming from him.
She quickly hit her brother in the arm, causing him to stand up.
"What are you doing here?" Derek asked, walking towards them. "This is private property."
"Sorry man, we didn't know." Stiles apologized, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"We were just looking for my brother's inhaler." Ellie told the older man, glancing over at her brother.
"Yeah," Scott finally said, seeming a little ticked off. "But, just forget it."
Derek pulled the inhaler from his pocket and tossed it to Scott. Needless to say, Scott caught it. It practically fell into his hands. Scott took a second look at it before shoving it into his pocket.
"Alright man," Scott said, "I gotta get to work."
Stiles hit Scott in the chest, stopping him from moving.
"Dude, that was Derek Hale."
"You remember, right?" Stiles asked, "He's only like, a few years older than us."
"Remember what?" Scott asked.
"His family," Ellery started, interrupting Stiles. "They all burned to death in a fire, like, ten years ago."
"How do you even—" Scott began to ask, but stopped himself. "Nevermind.
"I wonder what he's doing back." Scott told them.
Stiles scoffed and shrugged in response, "Come on."
Ellery sighed, looking over her shoulder. Derek was already long gone by now, but the feeling still lingered. She wanted to know what the hell was going on with her. And now.
After dropping Scott off at work, it left Stiles and Ellery together again. She was sure Stiles was worried by the look on his face, but so was she. Something was going on with Scott, and it wasn't good. Stiles tapped his thumbs against the steering wheel, trying and failing to make a beat. Ellery laughed and sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, looking out the window.
"What?" Stiles asked, stopping to look at her.
"Nothing." She answered nonchalantly, before pulling out her phone. It was only six, but the day had been so long, Ellery was worn out. She was sure all of them were.
She noticed a text from her mother, so she opened it.
Mom: 'working a double. won't be home til morning.'
"Damn it." Ellery cursed to herself, before shoving her phone into her pocket.
"What's up?" Stiles asked, turning down the radio.
"My mom's working a double again and Scott's at work until ten." She explained, "So, I'm by myself tonight."
"Is that bad?" Stiles asked, looking over at her.
"I hate being there alone." Ellery explained simply, crossing her arms over her chest.
"You can stay at my house until Scott gets home?" He suggested, shrugging his shoulders.
"Yeah, that's fine." Ellery agreed, resting her hands in her lap.
"I'll just order pizza or something so you'll be able to eat dinner." Stiles added with a smile, taking a left down his street.
"Sounds good." She agreed, smiling in return.
"What the hell is—" Ellery stopped midsentence and flipped back a page in her textbook, "Pythagorean theorem?"
Stiles snorted out a laugh and continued scrolling through his computer.
"Wait," Stiles said suddenly, turning in his chair. "Aren't you a freshman?"
"Yeah."
"Are you taking advanced math?" He asked in shock, seeming surprised.
"What?" Ellery asked innocently, "I like math."
Stiles laughed loudly, pushing himself up from his chair. Ellery kindly insulted him by giving him the finger, which only made him laugh more.
"I'm gonna get more pizza." He told her, "Want some?"
"I'm good." She replied, burying herself back into her book.
It was only the first day, but she wanted to make sure she had familiarized herself with the work. Who cares if she was a bit of a geek? She liked doing well in school.
She popped her head up from her book when she heard Stiles sprinting up the stairs, clearly gasping for air as he made it to his room.
"What?" She asked, sitting up in his bed.
"The hairs they found on the body," He started, "The one from last night—it was wolf hair."
"What?" She asked again, this time with more concern. "What do we do now?"
Stiles threw his hands up in defeat, rubbing his face tiredly.
"Tell Scott, I guess."
Ellery felt her heart drop in her chest. When had her life gotten turned so upside down?
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