The sun had set over Beacon Hills. It was a cold night, the blanket of clouds had cleared and the stars shone their cold light over the forest. An ear piercing scream was heard, even by human ears. It shattered across the silence and broke it like a mirror splattering into shards.
"Wh- what was that?" Stiles asked, "Or who was that?"
"I don't know, but I think we better find out." Said Scott.
"You know what, I'd just like one month, just one measly little month without something bad happening."
"Don't we all." They went into Stiles jeep as Scott zoned in on the scream.
"Let's get Malia and Lydia and Kira on the way. It could be bad… Or you know, it could be fantastic. A giant party in the middle of the woods, with girls and beer and girls and music, and girls."
"Hey, I thought you were with Malia?" Scott inquired.
"Yes and no. She seems to think I'm her mate-"
"And you think otherwise."
"Yeah man, I just don't see the connection between us. I don't know, maybe I need to give it a few days." He took one hand off the wheel and ran it through his hair. "I still care about her, and I still want to protect her though."
They arrived at the homes of all three girls and they drove alongside Stiles and Scott.
"What was that scream, it was nearly as loud as Lydia's." Kira asked, echoing through the phone.
"It could be another banshee." Malia suggested.
"It could be, but we shouldn't speculate. Let's just get there and figure out what it was." Scott stuck his head out the window and sniffed. He brought himself back in quickly, "Dude, I smell blood."
"Tell me which way to go!" Stiles shouted impatiently.
"Yeah, right – take the next left."
