I knew that becoming friends with Stiles and Scott was a mistake. Honestly, ever since I'd met the pair in that sandbox, all they ever did was get me into trouble. Maybe it was their recklessness that sucked me in and made me want to become friends with them in the first place, I don't remember actually. All I do remember about our first meeting was being in a sandbox and Stiles commenting on my odd socks and Scott just sitting down beside me with a smile. From there, our friendship flourished.

I'd never regretted befriending the pair more when Stiles clambered through my window and roughly tore my warm covers from my body, "What the hell, Stiles?" I growled.

He grinned at me with that stupid dorky grin, "Scott's in the Jeep. Come on."

"Are you going to tell me where we're going at," I paused and checked my phone, "one in the morning? God, Stiles, we have school in the morning!"

"They found a body in the woods." And I knew that it was going to go horribly but instead of refusing and going back to sleep, I got changed from my pyjamas and ended up with the two idiots in Stiles' Jeep.

The cold air stung my cheeks as we clambered out of the Jeep that Stiles had conveniently parked in front of a 'no entry' sign, typical, "Why are we doing this again?" I asked the pair. Scott seemed to share my concerns as he shrugged looking more like a lost puppy than ever before.

"You're the one always bitching that nothing exciting ever happens in this town." Stiles rolled his eyes, "Now, come on. Dead bodies won't find themselves."

We began to walk, holding flashlights to make sure none of us had any accidental falls, "Remind me again, Scott, why we're friends with this idiot?"

Scott shook his head, "Sometimes, I don't know. I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practise tomorrow." Oh, yeah; I'd forgotten that Scott was trying to get on the team instead of just sitting on the bench all season.

"Right, because sitting on the bench asks for such a heavy effort to be made!" Stiles scoffed sarcastically. Sometimes that boy was too sarcastic for his own good.

"Hey!" I frowned in Scott's defence.

Scott gave me a thankful nod before saying, "Actually, I'm going to be playing first line." Scott told us.

"That's the spirit." I said, nudging Scott's side.

"Yeah, everyone can dream, right? Even if it's horribly unrealistic." Stiles muttered under his breath which caused me to shoot him a glare that he purposely ignored. So, maybe Scott's dream was a little unrealistic, I mean, an asthmatic kid playing Lacrosse? Seemed a bit far fetched. Nonetheless, I supported him even if I didn't believe he would be able to do it... unlike Stiles who, at every opportunity, told Scott how horrible his dream was.

"Just out of curiosity," I started, "what part of the body are we looking for?"

Stiles paused for a moment which was never a good sign, "Huh, I never thought of that."

"But what if whatever killed that girl is still out here?" Scott asked.

"Also something I didn't think about." Stiles told us.

Scott rolled his eyes, "It's comforting to know that you planned this with your usual attention to detail."

I snorted at Scott's sarcastic comment, the boy was funny when he wanted to be, "Stiles, what happens if we get caught or worse killed?"

Scott took a puff of his inhaler as Stiles ignored my question and instead he ran off. I looked at Scott, "I'm getting fed up of chasing after that idiot." I grumbled making Scott grin before we both jogged to catch up to Stiles who, when we reached him, yanked us both to the ground, "Stiles!" I did not appreciate being pulled to the ground, especially when it was muddy and covered with bugs. Ugh.

"Shh!" He hushed me, nodding to the scene in front of us. Police were everywhere. German Shepherds' were with them, sniffing at the ground, searching for anything that would be useful in the ongoing investigation. It was weird to see this up close and personal, almost like a movie or something. Beacon Hills was never like this; the biggest crime would probably be shoplifting, graffiti or breaking into the school at night. There was never anything like this.

"C'mon." Stiles grinned before taking off again.

"Stiles!" I hissed, trying to grab his leg to stop him running. That boy was too reckless for his own good. He would be the reason for my death one day because of how stressed he made me.

Scott and I clambered to our feet and began to chase after Stiles. Scott stopped short, using his inhaler again, but I carried on, narrowly avoiding being seen.

"Stay right there!" I clung to the nearest tree, begging that he wasn't yelling at me. Turns out, he wasn't; he was talking to Stiles instead who started blabbering away.

I popped my head out from around the tree, eyes watching the scene unfold. Stiles looked petrified and it was then he realised that yeah, maybe this plan was a little too reckless, "Hang on, hang on... This little delinquent belongs to me." It was the Sheriff, Stiles' dad, who looked so unamused with this whole situation. By now, the Sheriff was used to Stiles getting into trouble and having both myself and Scott as accomplices.

"Dad, how're you doing?" Stiles nodded nonchalantly using his hands to shield him from the intense flashlights that were all pointed at him.

"You, uh, listening to all my phone calls?" The Sheriff asked his son.

"No," Stiles paused, "Not the boring ones..."

The Sheriff looked around and I quickly hid myself again, "Where are your usual partners in crime?"

"W-Who?" Stiles asked, hands fidgeting by his sides - a nervous habit, "Who are my partners in crime?"

"Scott?" The Sheriff yelled into the blackness, "Camilla?" I inwardly cringed at the use of my full name. The majority of the time, the Sheriff would call me Millie but obviously not in a circumstance like this. He tried again, once more using my full name, before sighing.

"They're home, dad." Stiles told him, "I tried to get them out but Scott wanted to get a good night's sleep and Millie? She called me an idiot and went to sleep." I smirked, the boy was indeed an idiot.

The Sheriff believed him, "Well, young man, I'm going to walk you back to your car, and you and I, we're gonna have a discussion about something called 'violation of privacy'." He wrapped an arm around his protesting son's shoulders and began to walk away, the police following after them; the search was off, for tonight anyway.

I released a sigh of relief and then realised that Scott and I were now all alone in the woods with no ride. Thunder crackled overhead and I groaned, "Great. This is great. Next thing I know, it'll start raining."

I looked around, pulling my jacket tighter around myself, and looked for Scott. Sure enough, as soon as I stepped forwards, a light rain began to fall, "Oh, wonderful." I spat with a roll of my eyes, "Scott?" I yelled into the darkness.

I heard a twig snap behind me and spun around to meet a slightly breathless Scott, "Let's go home." Finally, a statement I agreed with, "The main road shouldn't be too far from here... I hope."

We began walking aimlessly, "What's wrong?" I asked him, "You look terrified."

"I found the body."

"Oh."

"Let's just focus on getting out of here, okay?" Scott asked me.

I nodded quickly and changed the subject as I felt my stomach churning, "Why do we always let Stiles rope us into these things?" I asked him as we walked. Several animal noises came from the woods but I did my best to ignore them and instead focus on making conversation with my best friend.

Scott shrugged, "Honestly, I don't know. We've been doing it for years. Really, at this point, I feel like it's too late for either of us to stop."

"True that."

The walk was much longer than it should've been and the forest was getting thicker instead of thinner, "We're lost, aren't we?" I groaned. Scott pulled his phone out but (of course) he had no signal. Why would we have a signal in the middle of the woods anyway? "This is turning into the first five minutes of Supernatural."

"Don't panic." Scott comforted weakly.

"Yeah, say that now, in a minute I bet something will come out of that bush." I pointed to the bush straight ahead.

"Don't say that." Scott frowned.

I scoffed, "Come on, let's go." Scott grabbed my sleeve to stop me from leaving, "What-" Then, I heard it. A rustle from the bush I'd joked about. Scott was staring with terrified eyes as he took his inhaler and raised it to his mouth.

Neither of us had the chance to speak, never mind Scott having the chance to take his inhaler, as a literal herd of deer leapt towards us. We both yelled out as they ran into us, trampling us to the ground and sending me rolling across the muddy forest floor. I only stopped when I hit a tree trunk, painfully.

I groaned, my head thumping and body aching, and tried to sit up, "Scott?" When I got no answer, I wobbled to my feet, using the tree for support, "Scott?" I called again. I was right next to him so where was he now?

Carefully, I began to walk, trying to ignore the burning like sensation in my head - no, it was my eyes that burned - maybe a bit of dirt had gone in them? I didn't bother dwelling on it for too long, "Scott, I swear, if this is a stupid prank; I will end you! Remember what I did the last time Stiles pranked me? Yeah, imagine that but ten times worse!" I called into the dense trees.

Silence.

I pulled my phone from my pocket, still no signal, and used the light to know where I was walking. It was then I heard it; Scott yelling out, "Scott?!" I called loudly before running in the direction his yelp came from. My leg hurt from being trampled on and my lungs burned; I hated running but Scott was my best friend, I had to find him.

He yelled out again, this time he sounded terrified, and I urged myself to run faster. Shouting his name proved to be useless because he wasn't replying but I kept running, trying to follow the sound of his screams. And then, I heard a twig snap from behind me. I spun around and met the red eyes of... something.

I backed up and in doing so, I tripped over a tree root and fell to the ground. My eyes never left the thing's beady red eyes. The searing pain that I'd felt earlier came back then but it was much worse this time. I doubled over, groaning, as my hands went to my face. It was my eyes, not my head. I heard Scott yelling my name but I couldn't move. I opened my eyes as the pain lessened ever so slightly. It looked like a wolf, almost, with large, muscled limbs and teeth that were stained... red. Blood. It took a step back so that all I could see were its glowing red eyes, still staring at me intensely, before it became at one with the darkness.

My heart was racing and my body was frozen in place. The pain in my eyes was gone. What the hell was that thing? I didn't have time to process what had just happened because Scott came charging towards me, "Millie!" He yelled, gripping his side in pain, "Are you okay?"

I blinked, took a shaky breath, and tore my eyes away from the spot where that thing had previously occupied and nodded quickly, "Good, cause we gotta go." He pulled me up, groaning slightly, "Run."

I did. No matter how much I hated running, I had to do it; I needed to get away from whatever that thing was. Scott's hand was tight in mine as we ran from the woods and ended up on the main road. As we ran, I felt like something else was going to happen - a gut instinct. I guess I was right judging by the car that rocketed down the main road, blaring its horn, narrowly avoiding Scott and I, "Like we need more things to try and kill us!" I hissed, staring at the car as it drove off.

Scott hissed in pain and I turned to see him pulling his sweatshirt up, "Whoa, buddy." I teased, holding my hands up but then I saw the large, bleeding bite mark, "What the- it bit you?!" I snapped.

Scott's answer was cut short by a long, terrifying howl that came from nearby, "Let's go home." Scott nodded quickly.

"You need to get it checked out." I told him as we walked, "It's not something that you can just leave."

He shook his head, "I'll be okay."

I rolled my eyes. Stiles was sarcastic but Scott was stubborn; which one was more annoying? That was a question that no one could answer, "Scott, that thing - whatever the hell it was - bit you. You could get rabies or something!"

He shook his head, "I'll be okay." He repeated. I dropped the subject, too tired to argue, "Did you see it?" He asked after a few minutes of walking.

"Just before you found me," I nodded, "It was just... watching me."

"Well, at least it didn't bite you." He muttered, hissing in pain as he walked, "I'm fine." He said when he saw my concern, "Just a bit sore. I'll sleep it off."

"I don't think I'll be able to get much sleep tonight." I mumbled, "What do you think it was?"

He was quiet for a few seconds before saying, "A wolf."

Sleep didn't come easy that night, but when it finally did come, my dreams were plagued with red eyes and red stained teeth. All too quickly, my alarm was blaring, signalling that I needed to get up now if I wanted to look at least semi presentable for school.

Scott had decided not to go to the hospital like I kept telling him but he had text me saying that he'd patched himself up which was better than nothing, really. Stiles had text me as well when he'd gotten home (after getting the world's biggest lecture from the Sheriff) that he was sorry for leaving us but he didn't want to get us into any more trouble. Having Stiles as a friend meant that nine times out of ten, if he got into trouble, I would too. Scott got in trouble too but for some reason, everyone forgive that boy for his lost puppy face that he pulled. Every time. Stiles and I were always the ones who got the blame. That's what I get, really, for befriending the lunatic in the first place.

I tossed my warm covers off me before setting about to get ready; it would take a while after all.

"So, what happened to you last night?" Stiles asked me. We were waiting for school to start with just under ten minutes to go.

"What happened to Scott is the correct question," I answered, "He was bitten by something."

"Bitten?"

Scott walked towards us both, "Yeah, bitten." He nodded.

"Show me, dude." Stiles said, almost smiling. That boy was weird.

Scott rolled his eyes but lifted up his shirt, showing both Stiles and I the bandage that Scott had mended himself with. Blood seeped through the bandage making me feel like breakfast had been a bad idea, "It was too dark to see anything but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf."

"A wolf bit you?" Stiles scoffed, "Not a chance."

"I heard a wolf howling."

"California hasn't had wolves in over like sixty years." I couldn't argue with him on that but I still believed Scott, "What do you think, Millie?"

"I think it was a wolf." I confirmed, "It did howl and what animal leaves a bite like that?" Stiles scoffed at my answer.

"Well, if you don't believe me about the wolf then... you won't believe that I found the body." Scott said.

"Are you kidding me?" Stiles beamed.

"I wish. I'm gonna have nightmares for a month." Me, too, buddy. Me, too.

"That's awesome!" Stiles beamed, "That's seriously the best thing to happen to this town since... since Lydia Martin. Hey Lydia!" Lydia walked by us, completely ignoring Stiles, "You look... like you're gonna ignore me." I almost felt bad for him but then he turned to Scott and said, "You're the cause of this, you know?"

"Uh huh." This conversation had come up so many times before.

"Dragging me down to your nerd depth. I'm a nerd by association!" The bell rang then and I grabbed the boys' arms.

"No," I corrected as we walked up the steps and into school, "You're a nerd because that's who you are. You're Stiles Stilinski; King of the Nerds!"

I'd forgotten how much I didn't miss school. We were only half way through first period and yet, I already hated it. It was either a blessing or a curse that Scott, Stiles and I all had English together (most teachers would say a curse). The teacher handed out a syllabus to everyone that outlined the semester and I spent almost five minutes trying to read one line. I couldn't concentrate very well. Ever since last night, those red eyes had been haunting me. My eyes stung as well. I must've gotten dirt or something in them yesterday, there was no other reason why they'd be so sore. As I tried to read, I had a horrible sense of foreboding; as though, this year would be much different to previous school years.

It was then that the Vice Principal walked in with a new girl, one who I hadn't seen before. She was pretty and petite with the loveliest doe eyes, "Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent." He told us, "Please do your best to make her feel welcome."

She weaved through the desks to get to the seat behind Scott and I gave her a fleeting smile as she passed. Scott turned around to her as she sat down, holding out his pen, "Thanks." She smiled, slightly confused. Scott turned back wearing a lovesick grin.

Oh, great, first day of school and Scott's fallen in love. What else could possibly go wrong? Apparently, a lot.

In the hall, Stiles, Scott and I were grouped around Scott's locker, "Okay, she's been here five minutes and she's hanging out with Lydia's click already." I frowned, "That's weird."

Stiles shrugged, "She's hot. Beautiful people stick together."

"What does that make us then?" I asked raising my eyebrows at him.

"The hottest."

I laughed at him and glanced at Scott who was staring at Allison, Lydia and Jackson, "Scott?" I asked, waving my hand in front of his face, "Don't tell me that you're in love already."

Scott broke out of his trance, cheeks flushing slightly, "What? Sorry, I, uh... We should get to practise!" He decided with a curt nod. Stiles and I glanced at one another, oh yeah, Scott was definitely in love.

The boys had gotten their Lacrosse gear on and we were walking across the field, "But if you play, I won't have anyone to talk to on the bench!" Stiles said, "Are you really going to do that to your best friend?"

"I can't stay out again! I've spent my whole life sitting on the side lines. This season I make first line." Scott told us both.

I clapped his shoulder, "Good luck, Scotty."

"Hey, what about me?" Stiles exclaimed.

"Good luck, Stiles." I rolled my eyes. I noticed that Scott was smiling at someone on the bleachers; Allison, "You like her, huh?" Scott stared at me looking like a deer caught in headlights, I laughed, "Relax, I think she likes you, too."

"McCall!" Coach Finstock barked storming towards us and I took that as my queue to leave and move to the bleachers.

The only seat available was next to Allison and Lydia. Oh, how very convenient. I felt Lydia's eyes on me as I moved up towards them and I gave her a smile which she returned. We weren't close friends but we were friendly towards each other. I'd sat next to her in Biology last year. She was actually incredibly intelligent, she just dumbed down for her idiot boyfriend.

Coach had put Scott in goals which Scott was clearly not enthusiastic about. I mean, how could he be enthusiastic about the prospect of getting hit in the face? "Who's that?" Allison asked Lydia.

"Him?" Lydia asked pointing to Scott, "I'm not sure who he is."

"Scott." I interrupted their conversation, "His name is Scott McCall."

Allison gave me a small smile, "Sorry, what's your name?"

"I'm Millie." I returned her smile, "You're Allison, right?"

She nodded, "Are you and Scott, you know? I noticed that you're always with him."

"Dating?" I gave a loud laugh, "God, no. No offence to him, he's great honestly but no."

Allison laughed slightly, "What about you and the other boy?"

"The nerd?" Lydia frowned, "No, Millie would never date him." Lydia cared more about looks and reputation more than anything even though, deep down, she was extremely clever. She was someone that I never understood but soon, I would.

I ignored Lydia's statement, "Stiles." I told Allison, "No, we're not dating. They're both really great though. Oh, welcome to town, by the way." I said before focussing my attention on the practise. I had turned just in time to see the ball hit Scott right on the head.

Something changed within Scott then, he got up and somehow he managed to catch every ball that thrown his way. He caught ball after ball and he even caught Jackson's (Lydia's boyfriend). Jackson was the best Lacrosse player but now, maybe he wasn't. I stared in utter bewilderment as Scott grinned; he had turned from being the worst to being the best in one night. Stiles looked up and found me in the bleachers he was thinking the same thing; what the hell is going on?

Seriously, I was getting sick of trekking through the woods at night but Scott had to find his inhaler otherwise Melissa would kill him. She was surprisingly terrifing, "What if the killer is still out here?" I asked them.

Stiles shrugged, "Then, we'll try our best to run but he'd probably catch us."

"So we're screwed?"

"Yup."

Scott continued to talk about what had happened on the pitch, "-I don't know what it was! It was like... I had all the time in the world to catch the ball! And that's not the only weird thing." Scott paused his rambling, "I hear sounds I shouldn't be able to hear... I smell things..."

"You smell things?" Stiles asked, "Like what?"

"Like the mint gum in your pocket."

Stiles shoved his hands into his pockets, "I don't have any mint gum..." He trailed off as he pulled out a piece, "Oh."

"Millie, I heard you talking to Allison and Lydia-"

"You were talking to Lydia?" Stiles smiled, "Did you say anything about me?"

I ignored Stiles and concentrated on what Scott was saying, "What if it's like an infection? Like... my body is full of adrenaline before going into shock?" He panicked.

Smirking, I decided to have some fun, "You know, I've actually heard of that before. It's a specific kind of infection."

Stiles bit back his grin and nodded, "Yeah, I think it's called 'lycanthropy'."

"What is that?" Scott asked, "Is that bad?"

I gawked at Scott, "You don't know? It's the worst!"

"But remember," Stiles chimed in, "It's only once a month."

"Once a month?" Scott repeated, extremely confused.

"Yep," Stiles and I nodded, "On the night of the full moon."

Stiles let out a howl and Scott's face fell. He shoved Stiles to the side making me burst into a loud fit of laughter, "God, Scott, you should've seen your face!"

Scott rolled his eyes, "It's not funny, there's something wrong with me!"

"Yeah, you're a werewolf!" Stiles grinned, "Okay, I'm kidding but if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find, it's because Friday is a full moon."

Scott continued to search for his missing inhaler, "I could've sworn it was here. I saw the body, found Millie over there, the stags ran past and then I dropped my inhaler."

"Maybe the killer moved the body." I suggested as I looked around. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing up and I felt like we were being watched.

"If he did then I hope he didn't take my inhaler; those things cost like eighty bucks."

I turned, "Oh!" I exclaimed, startled. A few few from where we stood was a tall, dark haired man. He didn't look familiar so I never knew who he was but I knew that he was someone you didn't want to mess with. His eyes were cold and his look was steely. Yep, don't want to mess with him.

"What are you doing here?" He asked as he walked towards us, "Huh? This is private property."

Stiles took the lead, "Uh, sorry man, we didn't know."

"Yeah, we were just looking for... something." I added. He stared at me with the most intense stare I'd ever been on the receiving end of.

"Forget it, we couldn't find it." Scott shrugged. All three of us were terrified and this guy knew it.

The guy tossed something at Scott that he caught easily before he walked off. The three of us stared down at Scott's hand where he gripped the inhaler. Stiles glanced at me and then Scott, "Anyone else terrified?" He asked.

"All right, come on," Scott said, "I have to go to work."

"Dude, that was Derek Hale!" Stiles told us, "You remember, right? He's a few years older than us."

"Remember what?"

"His family," I finished for Stiles as I looked back at where he'd stood a moment previous, "They died in that fire like ten years ago."

"What's he doing back?" Scott asked us.

I shrugged, "Don't know... Come on, you have to get to work."

We walked in silence back to Stiles' Jeep and again, I couldn't shake the feeling that someone - or something - was watching us.

"Hey, kiddo." My dad smiled as I walked into our house, making sure to wipe my feet, "Where've you been? You missed dinner."

I smiled as I kicked my shoes off, "Sorry, dad. I was watching the boys practise and then we went on a drive... Lost track of time."

"It's a good thing I saved you some food then, huh?" He smirked, "I know to never expect you home since you're with friends but remember to call me, okay?"

I nodded, "Promise."

"How was your first day back?" He asked.

I shrugged, "Uneventful, for the most part... There's a new girl; Scott's in love with her."

He winked, "Love gets us all sooner or later. Food's in the kitchen."

"Thanks, dad." I smiled before heading into the kitchen. I grabbed the plate that he'd left for me and went upstairs. First day back and I had homework already. I hated school.

Friday came quickly, surprisingly. I'd actually thought that Scott's excited talking about the party and how he was going with Allison would never end. Both Scott and Stiles had roped me into going to the party for two very different reasons. Scott wanted me to come so if conversation got awkward with him and Allison, I could step in and help a little. Stiles wanted me to come because an hour before the party, he called me in a panic, "Millie, Scott's a werewolf." was his opening line.

"Um, hello to you, too, Stiles."

"Remember he got bit?" I hummed, "Well, I've been looking into it all night; he's a werewolf, Millie."

Somehow, I didn't not believe him, "How do you know?"

"The heightened senses, how did he become a pro at Lacrosse overnight?"

"Maybe he's taking steroids."

"Millie, he was over here and pinned me up against the wall; he- he left claw marks on my chair!"

"Stiles..."

"Camilla, I'm serious." He was serious. Stiles had only ever called me Camilla once or twice before, "It's a full moon."

"We need to go to the party." I finished for him, "If this is true then..."

"He might hurt someone."

Music blared from the speakers as Stiles and I moved through Jackson's mansion. Bodies danced, yelling over the music to one another. Truthfully, I would've preferred to stay home, I loved parties, don't get me wrong, but I didn't need to see this many people making out. We were here for Scott, though, he was our best friend and we were going to help him whether he wanted us to or not, "Outside?" Stiles called over the music, I nodded, desperate to get out of here.

We went outside to see Scott staggering away from Allison looking so out of it, "Scott?" Stiles said, grabbing his shoulder.

"You okay, Scotty?" I asked him.

He pulled away from us both and wandered back through the house, stumbling and groaning, "What's happening?" I whispered mainly to myself as Allison chased after him.

Stiles grabbed my hand, "Come on." He pulled me through the mass of dancing bodies and outside, Allison was already out front, watching as Scott drove away, "We need to get to his house now."

"What about Allison?" I asked, turning to look to look at her only to see her walking towards Derek Hale's car with him, "Since when were they friends?"

"No idea. Now let's go. We need to get to Scott."

We got to Scott's in record time thanks to Stiles breaking a few speed limits and went straight inside. The shower was running in the bathroom and Melissa was working late so Scott was definitely here, "Scott?"

"Go away..." Scott said weakly.

"Scott, it's us. Let us in, Scott, we can help you!" I tried.

"No!" Scott said, "Listen, you've gotta find Allison."

"She's fine." Stiles told him quickly, "I saw her get a ride from the party; she's totally fine."

"Just let us in, Scott." I pleaded.

"I think I know who it is..." Scott told us.

"Let us in, we can help-"

"It's Derek Hale. Derek Hale is a werewolf; he's the one who bit me; he's the one who killed that girl in the woods."

Stiles and I stared an one another terrified, "Scott," I said, "Derek's the one who drove Allison home."

Again, Stiles broke every speed limit there was, it was lucky that the Sheriff was his dad, as we sped to Allison's. After we told Scott, he'd taken off. Like, he'd literally climbed out of the window. We got to Allison's and ran to the door, "I've done more running in the past week than ever before in my life." I groaned as we waited for someone to open the door.

A red haired woman, who we guessed to be Mrs Argent, opened the door, "Yes?"

"Hi, Mrs Argent," Stiles stared, "You have no idea who were are; we're friends of Allison's. This is gonna sound crazy - actually, really crazy-"

"Is Allison home?" I cut over him.

She gave us an unimpressed expression before yelling, "Allison, it's for you!"

Five seconds later, Allison appeared at the top of the stairs, "Millie? Stiles?"

"Allison!" I grinned widely. Mrs Argent narrowed her eyes at us but walked away, allowing her daughter time to talk to us.

"What's going on?"

"Have you seen Scott?"

She shook her head, looking quite sad, "He just took off... Was it something that I did?"

Quickly, I cut over her, "No, no, he said he wasn't feeling good. We just didn't know if he'd come here or gone home so..."

She nodded, "He must be home then."

"Sorry to bother you, Allison." Stiles smiled.

We gave her one last smile before turning, "Millie?" She asked. I stopped and looked at her, "Can you tell him to call me?"

I smiled, "Of course." Ah, young love.

When Scott hadn't called either of us in the next couple of hours, Stiles and I decided to go find him. It was actually much easier than expected; he was walking on the main road shirtless, "Come on in, buddy." Stiles said as I shifted from shotgun to the backseat so it was easier.

"Are you okay?" I asked as Scott climbed in.

"I'm a werewolf." He mumbled, "But do you what worries me the most?"

Stiles turned to him, "Dude, if you say Allison, I'm gonna punch you in the head."

"She probably hates me now."

"I doubt that," I smiled, "But you might want to come up with a great apology."

"Or you could tell her that you're a freaking werewolf!"

I rolled my eyes, "Shut up, Stilinski."

"Okay, bad idea." Stiles muttered, "But hey, we'll get through this," He looked at Scott and glanced at me in the rear view mirror, "together."

Somehow, I knew he was right. We would always be together. We would always be the 'three musketeers', always getting into trouble and always causing mayhem. Even though I knew that we would always be together, the feeling that something terrible; something completely unknown and horrible was going to happen never left.