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Chapter 1: Wolf Moon
Thump! I got out of my bed ready to defeat anyone who tried entering my house. My brother was already out with a bat in his hand. We carefully walked out to the front porch and then boom!Stiles was hanging upside-down from our roof and I would have screamed at the top of my lungs if Scott didn't quickly cover my mouth. "Stiles! What the hell are you doing?!" Scott yelled at him. I did my part and slapped Stiles across the head.
I calmed down my breath and looked at the boy in front of me who was giving me a sheepish grin. "Neither of you were answering your phone." I just glared at him and he kept speaking. I always found his childlike behaviors quite entertaining, him speaking was even funnier with him upside-down. "I know it's late and Savanna here needs her beauty sleep." I was going to yell at him, but he quickly continued. "BUT my dad left a while ago and the dispatch called saying that they're bringing in everyone in the police and even state police."
My mouth hung right open. Scott read my mind and asked, "For what?"
The small silence before Stiles answered was too much suspense for me, even though it was only about a quarter of a second. "Some jogger found a body in the woods."
"A dead body?" Scott asked.
I looked at my brother. Sometimes I wonder if I was adopted, that would actually make a lot of sense. "Do you have brain issues you should tell me about?"
Both Stiles and I looked at Scott and he just glared at Stiles. Stiles gracefully told him ,"No, a body of water. Yes, dumbass, a dead body." I smiled at Stiles' sarcasm.
"Oh Stiles, you always know how to make a girl smile when she's pissed from being interrupted in the middle of the freaking night." Stiles just bowed upside-down with a small smile. I gave my brother a side hug and said, "It's okay Scott, I'd probably would have said the same thing so thank you for making me look smarter." We grinned at each other as he just shoved me off. Stiles finally got off from hanging like a monkey and I asked, "So was it a murder or accident?"
Stiles postured himself and said, "No one knows yet, but they do know that it's a girl, most likely in her twenties." I began thinking of people I knew that fit that very unhelpful description. Thankfully I didn't really know anyone I cared about that was a girl in her twenties.
Scott was also thinking, but then looked confused. "Hold on. If they found the body, what are they looking for now?"
Stiles' face lit up like a child in a candy store which in a way scared me. I knew Stiles and that meant it wasn't anything near normal. "That's the best part. They only found half."
My heart dropped. Only half of a body? This is crazy, yet very exciting. "Dudes let's go," I said. Stiles jumped with excitement.
"What? Why- forget it, I'm outnumbered," Scott said.
"Woo!" I whispered with enthusiasm since I almost yelled it, but remembered that our mom was asleep inside. I poked Scott and he turned to me. "Um yeah I forgot to tell you, but I call shotgun." With that I ran to the beat up blue jeep that Stiles proudly drove. Scott was right on my trail, but I beat him inside. I stuck my tongue out at him as he glared at me and took his place in the backseat. Stiles entered the car and began to drive us to the woods.
As we got out of the jeep, Stiles and I were determined to find the body and Scott tried to catch up, but his asthma sustained him from staying at our pace. Yet, Scott managed to catch up and used his inhaler which made me feel like a horrible sister for not waiting for him. "Are we seriously doing this?"
I nodded rapidly with a smile planted on my face. Stiles elaborated on our two great awesome minds. "You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town. Besides, it's our last night of summer freedom."
"Might as well finish it off with a bang!" I enthusiastically said.
"Well unlike Stiles, I was trying to get a good sleep for tomorrow's practice," Scott said. I knew that all he was going to do this season was sitting on the bench, but I know that would crush Scott's spirit, even more coming from his sister. I love Scott's determination and that's when I'm proud to call him my brother, well one of the many awesome reasons.
Unlike me, Stiles just blurts out the obvious. "Right, because sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort." I slapped Stiles on the shoulder with a glare. "Ouch much?" That made him receive another glare.
"No, because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm going to make starting lineup." I could tell Scott was a bit hurt from Stiles' comment and yet he was determined. Yup, my brother was pretty awesome to not let anything get him down.
Stiles once again let his mouth do all the talking. "That's the spirit. Everyone should have a dream. Even a pathetically unrealistic one." I rolled my eyes at Stiles' unusual friendship with my brother.
"With that said I am changing topics with why we are really here. Stiles, what half are we looking for?" I looked up at his thinking face.
A look appeared on his face that I knew too well. "Huh. I didn't even think about that."
Scott and I both stopped and looked at him. "What if the person who killed the girl is still out there?" Scott asked.
"Also something I didn't think about."
"Stiles!" I yelled as I slapped him. He mouthed the word 'Ouch'. "What if girls are his target? If I end up dead with my body in two in the middle of the forest, I will haunt you for the rest of your life. And yes I have been watching too much Criminal Minds."
"You love me to much to haunt me," he said with much pride in his voice that did not help his situation.
"You're right. I'll ask the killer to go and get you next." I rolled my eyes at him and he did shut up.
Scott begins to breath a bit quicker and he uses his inhaler once more. "Maybe the asthmatic should be the one with the flashlight." I slow down with Scott, and Stiles does slow down, but because we crossed police tape. Stiles smiles and we rush to a spot for us to see. We see some officers or medical examiners put a body bag into the van. "Is that the other half?"
For once Stiles answered seriously. "No, the search would have been called off. Let's go." With that we walk back quietly to the woods. We didn't want to get caught so we walked back a bit quicker than before. I felt bad for Scott, but our mom would personally kill us if she found out we were here. I turned for Scott as Stiles went ahead. Then there were dogs. Scott and I rushed behind a tree.
Someone yelled at Stiles while Scott and I were trying to be quiet as we struggled to hide behind one tree. "Crap we are doomed," I whispered. He just pointed his finger to his mouth for me to shush and listen. Stiles' dad was speaking to him.
They were speaking about something and then he started pointing the the flashlight across the woods. I leaned back, which was a big mistake since I tripped into clear viewing. "Shit," I whispered as I laid there. Scott eyed me and I quickly got up. "H-hi Mr. Stilinski." I walked to Stiles.
"Savanna what on earth are you doing out here? With my son?" He eyed Stiles with an angry look.
"Oh god no!" I said a bit to quickly.
"Jee thanks," Stiles said with a sarcastic look on his face.
"It's not like that at all. Stiles came to our house and Scott was already asleep for tomorrows practice so I came instead. Think of me as a temporary sidekick," I said flashing a smile. Sheriff Stilinski didn't change his already scary expression. I sighed in defeat. "Please don't tell my mom. I'm already in trouble for breaking a window with my soccer ball. Please? Stiles will drop me off and I will never come out here again and you can yell at Stiles as much as you want and then he'll yell at me. Please just don't tell my mom." I was on a verge of tears since I was having a lack of sleep.
I was ready to go on my knees and beg if he didn't say, "Fine. BUT this is your final warning. I find you or your brother out here again, I'll have no choice, but to tell your mom. Now I'm sure Stiles will take you home." As if I wasn't breathing the past moments, I gasped for air and hugged him.
"Thank you!" I let him go and stood next to Stiles.
"Now when you get home we're going to discuss a little something called Invasion of Privacy. Now go." I began walking off and Stiles joined me a moment later.
"Let's go look for Scott-"
"No! Stiles, he's my brother, but my ass will be royally kicked if I get home any later. Scott isn't a small child. He'll find out his own way back home. Please just take me home," I told him with high irritation. He could sense my anger and decided to leave the subject alone. We drove in silence and he dropped me off a block away so my mom wouldn't wake up from the loud jeep.
I didn't want to get home without Scott. I kept looking around the street, but there was no sign of him. I heard a howl from the distance and I took it as a sign for me to get home. I walked with an aching feeling in my chest. I felt so guilty for leaving Scott out there. I was about to take Stiles on the offer of looking for him only I knew his head would be on a platter if he didn't take me home. I changed my mud ridden clothes into some clean clothes. I laid in bed and hoped for my brother to be back home by morning.
My alarm blasted out loud and clear for my eardrums to ache in pain. I got right up and for a moment I thought last night was all a dream. When I realized that it was real, I practically ran to Scott's room. He was already up and dressed. I practically jumped on him as I saw him. "I was expecting an empty room," I said as let him go.
"It was about too. Look." He raised his shirt to reveal a very large, bloody bandage. My shocked expression was enough for him to continue talking. "This is the last thing mom will know about. Okay?" I nodded my head slowly as I kept staring at his battle wound. He put his shirt down and I looked at him. "Last night I got bit. It was super dark, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf."
"Oh my goodness. I knew I shouldn't have taken the blame. I should have kicked you down with me," I said and I smiled at him. He just returned the smile.
"Alright well I'm gonna go get ready and then mom will take us to school." Scott laughed as I returned back to my room.
We walked on the school grounds and Stiles was already cracked out on something as he came towards us. Scott explained everything to Stiles and he denied everything Scott said. "California doesn't have wolves. Not for the past sixty years," Stiles explained to us. Then what bit my brother?
I didn't pay attention for a while until I heard Scott say, "Well, if you don't believe me about the wolf, then you're definitely not going to believe me when I tell you I saw the body."
My attention was only focused on Scott. "You didn't tell me this."
"Are you kidding me?" Stiles asked.
"I wish. I'm going to have nightmares for a month."
I felt bad for Scott. That's definitely not something to be seen in the middle of the night...alone. "That is awesome. This is seriously the best thing that happened in this town since..." I turned to what Stiles was looking at and it was none other than Lydia Martin. "...Since the birth of Lydia Martin who's walking toward us right now." She walked towards us. "Hey Lydia, how are you? You look like you are going to ignore me." Scott and I laugh at his invisibility towards Lydia. He turned to Scott. "You're the cause of this, you know. Dragging me down to your nerd depths. I'm nerd by association."
"At least you have a choice. I was born into it. At least I'm the older twin which helps a tiny bit," I said and Stiles laughed.
"Yeah that sucks for you."
"As much fun as it is to be here. Savanna, shouldn't you be across the school for class?" I raised my hands in surrender as I walked away from the two. This was something for them to handle and fill me in at lunch. I entered my art class and settled into my seat. I went through art with my mind wondering on everything, but art.
The bell finally rang as math class finally let me out. I walked the endless halls until I encountered my brother and Stiles. Scott was being completely creepy and was staring at a new girl. Before my brother made a fool out of himself I approached them both. "Why is my brother being all creepy and stalker-ish?" I asked Stiles.
"He's listening into Allison and Lydia's conversation like a werewolf," Stiles said a bit out of character, a bit calm.
"You guys are ridiculous." I heard Stiles try to stop me from walking to the three. "Hey Lydia, Jackson. How was summer?"
The redhead turned to me and she smiled. Knowing her she probably thought I was some freshman trying to get to know her. "It was amazing. Savanna, have you met Allison? We were talking about going to lacrosse practice after school. You in?"
I thought about it for a moment. I didn't want to see my brother make a fool out of myself, but the way Scott was looking at Allison, I could safely say that she was someone he would want me to become friends with. "Sure. I have nothing important anyways."
"Great! So I'll see both of you after school on the field. No backing out," Lydia said to Allison. I just smiled at her demanding personality. "Savanna, why don't you sit with us today?"
I smiled politely and shook my head. "I would, but I have to meet someone at the library. See you guys at practice."
"Party this week. Don't forget." Lydia quickly told me.
I just gave her a thumbs up as I turned quickly around before she could let out a witty comment. I passed by Scott and Stiles. Stiles had his mouth open in disbelief. "That, ladies, is how it's done." I bowed to them and walked away.
I heard Stiles ask Scott, "How does she do it? Seriously." I smirked and continued walking to the library to meet my dear friend that I haven't seen all summer. I reached the library to find only a few students occupying it.
I walked through a few book isles and then I finally found her. "Erica!" I said and got shushed by some student. I stuck my tongue at the freshman and she only huffed before going back to her book. I saw Erica hold back her laugh as she got up from sitting on the floor. "Hey Erica," I said as we hugged. "I'm sad we only have chemistry and P.E. together this year."
"Oh well, there's always after school," she said with a small smile.
"Alas my time is taken today by my brother. I have to go watch tryouts or Lydia Martin will have my head planted on a sliver platter."
She smiled and said, "It's fine. I have a doctors appointment today. I'm suppose to get new medicine to control everything better than the one I have now." My jaw dropped in excitement. I shrieked and practically threw both of us down as I hugged her. "Yeah, I'm just as happy."
Erica's seizures were always something I worried about during summer. She was one of my closest friends and I didn't want to start school without one. The new medicine was definitely something to be happy about since her current one wasn't doing that well of a job. "How about in celebration of this new found medicine we go have dinner."
"That sounds amazing. How about this saturday?"
"Perfection!" I said as I jumped with joy. Erica and I spent the rest of lunch catching up. I was grounded for the whole summer which is why my lack of socialization aside from Scott and Stiles.
Next thing I knew the last bell rang, letting everyone to leave. I got up from history and slowly walked to the lacrosse field. I don't know why I said yes in the first place, but I have a feeling it's because I saw the way I saw Scott look at Allison. Oh, brotherly love! He owes me. An hour or more with Lydia alone is fine, but when we are around other people she tends to step up the bitchiness, a bit. I saw them already on the benches. I walked towards them while keeping my eye on the players.
I walked to the benches and then I noticed they put Scott on goal. "Oh crap this is going to be bad," I said as I sat down next to Allison.
"Why? What's wrong?" She asked.
"My brother. He's never on goal and the coach probably put him there to make the other players feel better. Plus I never see him practicing for goalie," I said with my eyes glued on Scott.
"So he's your brother?"
"Yup, the one and only, Scott McCall." I watched Scott and a ball goes hurdling towards him. It smacks his helmet and goes into the goal. I winced in how embarrassed he probably felt. Scott's posture went into determination mode. The next player goes and throws the ball. Scott surprised me by quickly catching the ball. I leaned forward in anticipation of the other balls flying towards him. He caught every single one. My jaw was hanging in the amazing skills my brother acquired over summer. Something was definitely up since he didn't practice that much.
Next up was Jackson. The captain. The assistant coach threw him the ball. Jackson caught it and spun to gain more power then threw it to Scott. Everything felt as if it was going in slow motion, but the ball landed in the pocket of his lacrosse stick. Stiles let out a cheer along with everyone else. "Go Scott!" I yelled at him. He threw the ball to Coach Finstock and the look on his face made me laugh.
After practice Scott explained to me that he dropped his inhaler in the woods and that we were going to Stiles to go look for it. Unlike the two idiots beside me, I was actually looking for Scott's inhaler. I was looking for it until I heard Stiles ask, "Smell things? Like what?"
Scott looked around then his eyes landed on Stiles. "Like the mint gum in your pocket."
"I don't have any..." Stiles began saying, but then he actually reached inside his pocket. He revealed a piece of gum from his jacket pocket. "All of this started with a bite?"
"What if it's an infection? What if my body is flooding with adrenaline before I fall into shock? I knew I should have gone to the ER."
"The fact that you didn't in the first place confirms that you are smarter than you look," I said to my brother. He looked so confused at my statement along with Stiles. "Because if you did then one of mom's friends would rat you out. Then mom would kill you. I'd feel bad and take the blame as well. I would then be more grounded just as I got ungrounded."
"But then the doctors would confirm my theory in the infection I think he has," Stiles said.
"What would that be?" Scott asked.
"I mean everything adds up and I think it's called...Lycanthropy." My face dropped in the ridiculousness that just came out of Stiles' mouth. Scott kept asking him questions and I knew exactly where Stiles was going with it. "On the night of the full moon."
Scott's slow brain finally gets it. "You sir are an ass."
"Hey you're the one who heard a wolf howling."
"Dude you can't be a werewolf. Mom doesn't allow animals in the house and I can't be taking care of you every night of the full moon." Stiles smirked at my comment. While Scott just glared at me. "It's true," I innocently said. As we walked I pretended to actually think about Stiles' theory. It would make sense if we were in some weird Supernatural alternate universe, which we are not. Then again my brother was acting strange since last night.
Scott just shook his head and looked around. "I swear this was it. The body was here. The deer came running, I dropped my inhaler."
"Maybe the killer moved the body," Stiles said.
"If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are eighty bucks."
"Mom is gonna kill you-" I was stopped from Stiles tapping both our shoulders. I turned to what he was trying to get out attention to. A few yards away stood a guy that was pretty gorgeous. He had jet black hair, icy blue eyes and I could tell he had a good looking body.
"What are you doing here?" He asked. Stiles and Scott were scared like a deer in a headlights.
I rolled my eyes and said, "We were looking for my brother's inhaler. He dropped it here yesterday."
"This is private property," he replied a bit rudely. As gorgeous as this guy was, I found it a bit odd that he was staring at Scott and a bit creepy.
"Sorry we didn't know," Stiles said.
"Forget it. Sorry to bother you," Scott said. We were about to turn and leave when the mystery guy threw something to Scott. It was his inhaler. The guy was already walking away before Scott could thank him. "Come on. I gotta get to work."
"Woah, that was Derek Hale. You guys remember, right? He's only a few years older than us." Derek Hale, that's the gorgeous mystery man.
"Remember what?"
"His family. They were all burned to death in a fire like six years ago. I remember the cops pulling him out of class to tell him." I remember that time. We were on our way back home from dinner and the skies were grey. I asked mom what was going on, but don't recall what she said. Her face was masked with anxiety. I remember being left at home and mom getting a call to rush to work. Scott and I were used to having to live with mom's late shifts, even at such a young age.
Even though my mom didn't give me a definite answer, I knew it was a fire. I could catch a simmer of fire from the window of my room. It wasn't until I was older that I found out about the Hale fire. I could never imagine my family being burned down, it's already so small. The pain that Derek must have gone through must have been unimaginable. He still managed to keep himself together...and gorgeous.
"Well he's hot," I said without thinking. They both looked at me like a circus freak. "Hey I'm a teenage girl. I'm stereotypically attracted to gorgeous men." I stuck my tongue out at them.
"Well now I know what you're thinking about," Scott said as I smiled at him. "I just wonder what he's doing back."
We went back to the Jeep and Stiles headed to the vet. Scott's behavior is strange and Stiles' theory is crazy. We dropped Scott off at the vet and I was left with Stiles talking about werewolves. "What if you are right, Stiles?" I asked as my eyes gazed upon the road and thought about this whole situation.
Stiles sighed and replied, "I would be really surprised if it were true. I'm just joking around really. We aren't in London." I laughed at his genius movie reference. "It would be sick if it were true and imagine if there's more here in Beacon Hills?"
"Stiles, you have officially stopped mentally growing at age eight," I said and laughed a bit. He just glared at me and swerved in the empty street just to scare me half to death. "Stiles! I want to make it home alive. Plus, I need to put a bowl of food and water for my brother."
"Can I get him a squeaky toy? Maybe a fluffy bunny!" Stiles and I continued our jokes against my brother. I'm pretty sure I developed a six-pack by the time I arrived home. I waved goodbye to Stiles as I opened my front door. "Mom?" I yelled out. No response. I was home alone.
Most people love having the house to themselves, but I don't. I don't like the eerie silence that causes any slight sound to appear as if someone else in the house. Nope, I did not like that at all. Out of habit I called Erica to ask if she wanted to come over. In a matter of minutes she was at my door. "Hello!"
She walked in and we immediately put ourselves on the couch, ready for a mini-movie marathon. "So I have a question." Erica looked at me with a suspicious look. I didn't know what to think about it, but I just nodded for her to go on. Her sarcastic look vanished and her faced softened, but quickly turned into a dejected gaze. "A-am I a freak?"
My heart dropped down to my toes. This made me physically sick to hear come out her mouth. I didn't want this part of her past to come back and haunt her. She's my best friend and I would do anything for her to get those negative words filling her every thought. "No. Personally I would never think that, you are an amazing person. You have grown in every way and those words shouldn't even dare to enter your mind. From an outside source of my brother and Stiles, they don't think that at all. They may think you're shy, but not a freak or loser or weirdo."
She gave me a weak smile and I pretended that was enough for me, I didn't want to push the subject even further. I hugged her and we began watching Never Back Down. We both love the gorgeous men starring in it, as well as the fighting, but mostly the men. Plus Erica needed a pick me up.
Erica's mom picked her up around ten and Scott came home about thirty minutes later. "So tomorrow they're going to be eliminations. Can you be there for your bro?" Scott said as he gave me his puppy dog eyes. I was too tired to argue and just lazily nodded my head. "Sweet thanks." He rushed up the stairs and I was following. He got to his door and then said, "Oh and a truck almost ran me over, but I jumped on top and survived. Goodnight!" Before I could even process everything, he closed the door. Once again, I didn't fight it and saved it for tomorrow.
The following day went by pretty quickly and the elimination part of tryouts weren't so slow. I found Allison already sitting on the benches and waving to Scott. Coach Finstock then began yelling at Scott. I laughed as I sat down next to her. I was about to greet her, but Stiles came stumbling up. "H-hey Allison. Savanna I need to talk to you about the thing that happened the other night while in the woods..." I innocently nodded, but Allison had a different conclusion in her head.
Before her imagination went any further I said, "We ran into this guy in the woods who practically killed us and Stiles probably found out who he was. I would never hook up with him-"
"Hey!" Stiles interjected.
"Becausehe's my brothers best friend." I quickly went a few steps down so that Allison couldn't hear. "Is this about Scott? He told me about the truck-"
"No way worse," he said. I gave my undivided attention to him. "The fiber analysis came back from LA and the body was found with animal hairs and guess what animal."
"A tiger. No a cougar, even better a squirrel." Stiles went from being serious to annoyed. I immediately felt bad. "Sorry, I had to. But if it has to do with everything your obnoxious mouth has been blabbering I will say a wolf." In all honestly I was hoping it was a joke, but the words that came out of Stiles' mouth was too much
"Yup." With emphasize on the 'p'. I didn't know what to think or say. We both turn to Scott and begin to realize our dragged joke may actually be real. Scott literally flips over the defense players and throws the ball right into the goal. Everyone cheer while Stiles and I stared at him. My mind went numb as I processed everything that was going on this past week.
"Stiles I'll meet you at you house tonight. This is way too much for me," I said as I quickly left the field. I walked home, which took a lot longer than I expected. This was good, I still had to really think about everything happening to my brother. Was this really happening? I keep thinking that I would just wake up one day and have everything to be dream that I would soon forget. These sort of things only happened on TV or movies not in real life. I began to think what Scott was going through and if he even knew what was going on with himself. I didn't want him to get crazy once a month, that's my job. He is the stable one in the family. Mom is busy with working and I am a teenage girl. Now him being a dog definitely changes our family to Adams Family status or better yet, The Munsters.
I entered my empty home and before I knew it I was asleep on the couch. I needed to rest my mind form all the craziness that all somehow made sense. The last thought I had before I drifted off to sleep is Derek Hale. He looked vaguely familiar, but I know I had never seen him in town. Ever. I wanted to see more of him, but once again that's just because of my teenage hormones.
Bam!My body shot right up as my inconsiderate brother slammed the door. All I wanted to do was yell at him and I would have if it wasn't because of the moon being out. I remembered the party that would take me forever to get ready for. I ran up while practically throwing Scott against the wall. I had never gotten ready so quickly in my life. I quickly threw on my dress and shoes then calmly put my make-up on. Scott was just barely putting on his shirt as I was rushing out the door. "See you at the party!" I yelled at him. I was planning on walking since I loved walking in the dark. I passed my mom and quickly said, "I'm getting a ride from Stiles down the street. Don't wait up!" Before she could catch me lying I ran down to the end of the block.
My mind went back to this whole stupid werewolf theory. It couldn't have even be real. It shouldn't. Could it? These things don't happen in Beacon Hills, this is suppose to be a boring small town that no one cares about. It is that small town people drive by just to fill up their gas to go to a bigger and better city. We are a passing town, the town to be safe in. Right? Right. Besides these supernatural things don't even exist. They belong in movies, TV and books. But what if? What if these things we made up as fantasy actually are our reality? Only we don't know it. That's impossible. Supernatural is only meant to be a show.
My thoughts we interrupted by the man in the leather jacket looking right at me as I passed by the gas station. Derek Hale. "You know it's not safe for you to be walking out at night. You never know what could happen in a full moon," he said to me.
"Yes and talking to strangers is just as safe. You could be a serial killer for all I know," I said as I smirked at him.
He just gave a grin and said, "I'm Derek Hale."
"Savanna McCall, nice to meet you. Now if you excuse me I must get to a party I am already late to-"
"Lydia's?" I looked at him like he was some kind of stalker. What kind of graduated guy knows about a high school party? Nonetheless, I nodded in response.
"Hop in, I'll give you a ride. I needed to meet someone there."
I hesitated for a moment, but then said, "If I end up being found in a river or ditch, tell Scott to stop being such a pussy and that I love him and my mom." He let out a tiny smile and simply nodded. I walked to his car and entered the passengers seat. It didn't surprise me that he had his car sparkling clean. An awkward silence filled the vehicle and I was not going to be the one to break it. Apparently, neither was he because next thing I knew we arrived at the Martin residence where teens were already passing out in the front lawn because they drank too much booze. I got out of the car and so did Derek. "Umm thank you for the ride. See you around?"
"That can be arranged," he said as he flashed a smile to me. I just shyly smiled back and walked towards the front door. That man was gorgeous and ten times more with that smile. I stepped inside the living room and my eyes averted to a half-drunk Stiles. I decided to follow his lead and get myself a beer. As I headed to the alcohol area I was pulled away by a random drunk guy. I'm sure he was in my class, but sadly I didn't care to know his name.
"Dance?" He asked a bit too clearly to let me know he wasn't as drunk as he came off to be. Doubtful me was about to say no if it wasn't for Greenburg stumbling towards us. I have nothing wrong with Greenberg, but he can get a bit too touchy when he's drunk. Anyways, I didn't even give the stranger an answer, I just pulled him with me as I went onto the dance floor. My body pressed against this stranger as the body heat surrounded us. I spotted by brother in the sea of hormonal teenage bodies. He was dancing with Allison and I gave an approving nod. I focused my attention to the guy in front of me. He had nice blue eyes and a ravishing smile. Too bad I would never really know his name.
"Scott are you okay?" I hear Allison say as Scott holds on to his head then ungracefully stumbles away. I thought it was the liquor at first, but Scott isn't a lightweight.
"Sorry, but I have to check up on my brother," I said to the guy I was dancing with and I didn't really hear what he said as I ran off to follow Scott. Allison was right behind me. I got ahead since I took off my dreadful heels. Scott got into the car and I went in the passengers side. "Scott are you alright?" He didn't answer as his body shook and he began driving. Usually I would be okay with that, but whatever was going on made me think we were about to die. I kept telling him to slow down, but he wouldn't listen. Somehow we made it home safely and he bolted right out. I was right on his trail until his bedroom where he slammed the door in my face. "What the heck Scott?!" I banged on the door, hoping he would open the door and he left it closed. I walked to my room and heard his shower go on.
As much as I wanted to know what was wrong, I knew I had to wait for morning. I changed into gym shorts and soccer jersey. I put on my shoes as Stiles came running in. He banged on Scott's door and for some reason, Scott opened the door for him, but not me. I will get him for that later. As for me I had to take out the trash. I walked out into the freezing air and dumped the stupid trash. Thud! I screamed and jumped three feet in the air as Scott jumped onto the grass, only he didn't look like himself. He roared into the air. "No way..." I said to myself. He ran off into the forest. "Scott?!" I didn't think as I ran and followed his trail. I sprinted through the woods to keep up, but I still lost him in his super speed.
I was thrown down by someone. "Do not move. Stay here," he said closely to my ear. I looked up to see Derek Hale for a quick moment, then he ran off. I sat there against the tree trunk as I thought about what just happened. How could this even be real? These types of things do not exist, at least not in reality. My thoughts were quickly interrupted as I heard gunshots. My heart began speeding up. What if Scott was injured?
I trusted my instinct as I got up and ran towards the sound. I stopped as I saw Scott and Derek running towards me. "Scott," I said as he stumbled my way. He fell and kept himself up with a tree. I ran to him and helped him keep his balance. I sat him down and side hugged him. "I thought you were dead." He didn't say anything just kept trying to control his rapid breathing.
"Who were they?" Scott practically shouted at Derek. Derek was in his usual serious self and that made me an observer in the conversation about to happen.
"Hunters, the kind that have been hunting us for centuries," Derek simply replied.
"Us?! You mean you! You did this to me!"
"Is it really so bad, Scott? That you can see better, hear more clearly, move faster than any human could ever hope. You've been given something most people would kill for. The bite is a gift."
"I don't want it."
"You will and you're gonna need me if you want to learn how to control it. You and me, Scott, we're brothers now." I didn't know what to expect from this brotherhood, I just hope that Scott will learn how to tame his werewolf. Derek turned his attention to me. "I told you to stay behind."
"As if you could keep me away from thinking Scott was dead. He's my actualbrother and there's nothing you or anyone can do to keep me away from making sure he's safe." With that I gave him a cold look.
He kept his same expression as he said, "You would make a good werewolf." I was about to give a sarcastic remark if it wasn't for him rudely walking away. I helped Scott up as we walked to find a road. Luckily, I had my phone in my pocket so I called Stiles to pick us up. Unlucky, the sun was already rising. Thankfully it was the weekend.
Thank you for reading! This is my first published FanFic and I hope you enjoyed it :) I'm not very good at time management, but my goal is to give out a new chapter each week. I apologize ahead of time if I don't :D
Anyways I hope you stick around to see what happens :)
-Z
