Chapter 1: Wolf Moon

Scott was in his room, fiddling with his lacrosse stick in preparation for tomorrow. His phone had rung but when he saw the caller id, he ignored it. All that was on his mind for the upcoming school day tomorrow and the lacrosse tryouts. At least he was until he heard a noise outside. He went over for a bat and quietly went to see what it was. I carefully moved off to the front porch and raised the bat to be ready when a shape suddenly fell down in front of him and caused him to scream. And it was screaming to. Scott was close to swinging the bat before he got a good look at what, or rather who, it was.

"Stiles! What the hell are you doing?!" Scott yelled off at him.

"You weren't answering your phone!" He was dangling upside down at him but still answered him as if he normally talked to people this way. He looked to the bat in Scott's hand. "Why do you have a bat?"

"I thought you were a predator," Scott gasped.

"A pre-?" He shook it off. "Look, I know it's late, but you've got to hear this. I saw my dad leave about twenty minutes ago. Dispatch call. They're bringing every officer in Beacon Department. Even state police."

"For what?" Scott asked getting curious.

"Two joggers found a body." He sounded like Christmas came early. He then went to free himself from hanging off the roof and he landed right on his feet.

"You mean like a dead body?"

Stiles excitement dwindled a bit. "No, a body of water. Yes dumbass a dead body!" he sarcastically shouted.

Scott disregarded his friend's sarcasm. "You mean a murder?"

"No one knows yet, only that it's a girl in her mid-twenties."

Scott was taken aback. "Hold on, if they've found the body, what are they looking for?"

"That's the best part." Stiles squeaked. "They only found half," he said not losing a beat. "We're going!"

Soon enough, the two of them were in his jeep and were pulling up to the Beacon Hills Reserve. The two of them came out and started to trek into the woods.

"I still can't believe we're doing this," Scott said as they walked off together into the dark with only the light from Stiles' flashlight giving them any sight ahead of them, outside the light of the moon overhead.

"You're the one who is always bitching about how nothing happens in this town," Stiles said back to him.

"I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow."

"Yeah," Stiles said sarcastically. "Because sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort."

"No," he said back. "Because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line." There was no doubt in his voice as he said that.

"Hey, that's the spirit!" he said still being sarcastic. "Everyone should have a dream, even an unrealistic one." Stiles said.

There was a reason why the two of them were always on the bench. Scott wasn't able to overexert himself without his asthma acting up and as for Stiles, well, he wasn't exactly the most graceful person around.

After a while, Scott thought of something. "Stiles, what part of the body are we actually looking for?"

"Uh, didn't really think about that." Answered Stiles.

"And what if the killer of the girl is still out here?" Scott asked.

"Didn't really think about that either," he answered to that one.

Scott huffed. "It's nice you thought this out with your usual level of detail." He halted as his breathing started to suffer. He took his inhaler and shook it before he took a whiff. "Maybe the severe asthmatic should have the flashlight?" he coughed.

Stiles halted in his pace and went back and gave it to him. "Fine, here you go."

"Stiles?" he said as pointed his head out into the distance.

They looked over to see a bunch of lights moving about. It was Stiles' father and his search party.

"It's them," he said before Stiles immediately took off for them.

"Wait." Scott whispered before he turned off the light so that it wouldn't be seen. He reached for another whiff from his inhaler before he pocketed it and went to follow after his friend.

Scott tried to follow after him but when he tried to avoid both being heard and seen by the lights. He moved into what he thought was a dark corner but as soon as he stepped into it he didn't stop going. He had fallen down a small cliff that he couldn't see in the dark and he was rolling down the hill. Scott slowly got to his feet and started to walk off, trying to find his way back to where they parked Stiles' jeep. That was where he knew Stiles would wait for him…hopefully. It was creepy out here being so dark and him being alone. The flashlight did very little to help. He was in a bit of a daze from it all that he nearly walked into and was trampled by a herd of deer. He jumped off to avoid them and lost his grip on the flashlight. After the deer left he saw the shine from the light and he lifted it to come face to face with a pair of lifeless eyes.

"Whoa," he gasped to himself as he quickly got to his feet. He found the body.

The woman was young just like Stiles had said and, unfortunately, cut in half like he said too. Okay, he'd seen enough. He just wanted to find Stiles and get the hell out of here. Scott then heard some twigs snap and he looked off into the darkness up ahead to see two glowing red eyes staring at him. Eyes that were approaching him. He tried to get away but was hit with something big and heavy and the next thing he knew, he felt a sharp pain at his side.

Stiles stopped and laid over at a fallen tree when he heard the voices of his father and his deputies. It didn't sound like they had found anything yet. He was about to suggest to Scott that they should try getting closer when he noticed that he wasn't there. He looked back but didn't see him or the glow from his own flashlight. Stiles quickly got up and went back a bit to look for him. He couldn't find any trace of Scott anywhere. When he went to turn back to the search party. The dogs started to lead officers close to where Stiles had been and their flashlights were flashing around the area making Stiles duck behind a tree so that he wouldn't be spotted.

"Hey, I think I heard movement over there," one of the deputies said.

"Check it out," he heard his father said.

Stiles immediately took off to where it was dark. He carefully stepped so that none of his dad's deputies would hear him and get him busted. When he was far enough, he broke into a run to distance himself from them. Stiles could hear the sounds of the dogs disappearing in the distance. He was huffing and gasping out in relief so he went to sit over on a big stump to get his heart rate back down. When he settled he suddenly stood up as he remembered Scott. Then when he reached into his pocket he remembered that he had given his flashlight to him. Stiles took out his cellphone and turned on the light on it to try and see through the dark. He started to trek through the trees to try and find his best friend. He suddenly heard Scott's voice but he was screaming.

"Scott!" Stiles cried out. Stiles reached down for a thick branch and ran for where Scott was screaming.

Stiles kept screaming for Scott as his friend's screaming got louder. Stiles came upon Scott being towered over by something big. Stiles didn't spare a moment to think as he raised the branch he had like a bat and swung. He hit it across the back where it let out a growl. Stiles saw a flash of red glowing eyes before it swiped at him knocking him down and made his face hit into the soggy ground. He barely lifted his head up before he felt a searing and burning pain on his arm. Stiles screamed as he was lifted up and then thrown off to the side.

Scott got up in time to see the beast's red eyes staring back at him before it jumped out into the dark. Scott held his side as he ran off into the trees to try and find Stiles. He ran off until he made it to an opening and the main road. Scott suddenly saw a bright light and quickly moved aside as the car swerved to avoid hitting him and honked at him.

Scott stared after the road where the car disappeared off into before he felt something grab him from behind. He started to scream and flap his arms to throw off his attacker as he screamed back at him. Stiles had been the one to grab him with his good arm before he went to grasp his wounded arm and jumped back in fright from Scott's attempts to fight him off.

"Stiles?" Scott said relieved.

"Scott! What are you doing?"

"Looking for you and trying to keep from getting killed."

"Good job then. Running out into the road?"

"Oh, like coming out into the woods at night was a good job."

"Alright," Stiles huffed. "Let's get to my jeep and get the hell out of here!"

Scott was in complete agreement. They didn't seem to have realized that it had started raining. Stiles went off to try and trek to his jeep while Scott trailed behind him. Scott stopped for a moment when he heard a howl go through the air.


Stiles dropped them over at Scott's house because his first aid kit was more equipped than the one in his home. Stiles went to grab the kit while Scott went over to his bathroom mirror to look at the bite. It looked pretty deep and it stung.

"I got it," Stiles said through clenched teeth. The adrenaline from tonight's excitement was running low and the pain in his arm was hitting him in full.

"Thanks," Scott said taking a swab and rubbing alcohol. He flinched as he started to clean his bite. He looked and noticed the dark spot on Stiles' jacket. "That looks pretty bad."

Stiles carefully pulled his arm free from the sleeve to reveal his bloodied arm. Teeth marks were visible that matched the one on Scott's torso. He took a swab and drenched it in alcohol and started to clean it. "You know, without the blood, these might actually look cool."

Scott gave Stiles a look before he went back to cleaning his bite. The two of them then took some gauze and helped the other seal their bites. He lightly tapped on his covered bite. "How long are these things going to hurt? We won't be able to be good at tryouts tomorrow if it's like this."

"Dude, we weren't going to be good without it."

"Go home," Scott breathed.

Stiles rolled his eyes but he put his still bloodied jacket back on. "I'll see you at school tomorrow."

"Night Stiles." Scott said before his hand went unconsciously to his bandaged bite.


The alarm roared into his ear and Scott went to turn it off and pulled himself out of bed. He went to check on his bite and pulled the bandage off to see that the bite didn't seem to be as deep as he first thought. It still stung a bit but it was feeling much better than it did last night.

Stiles also got up that morning and went over to take the bandages off as he looked over at his arm. The swelling wasn't as bad as he thought. The incisions from the teeth were still there but now it didn't seem to be as bad as last night. His arm was a little stiff though. He went to change but when he went for his phone, he realized that he must've dropped it back at the preserve when he was attacked.

Scott changed his bandage and got changed and headed off on his bike. He rode to school and headed for the bike rack. He took his helmet off just as a car went and parked right by him and the car door opened and banged right into him.

Jackson Whittemore, the bane of his and Stiles' school life, got out and barely gave him a glance as he said, "Dude, watch the paint job." He said it like Scott had gone out of his way to get himself hit by his car door.

Scott began to move and soon spotted Stiles getting out of his jeep. He was lightly rubbing his arm. He still smiled when he caught sight of him. "Hey."

"Hey," Scott said back. "You okay?"

"I'm fine, I guess. So, how about your bite?" Stiles asked as he let go of his arm.

"It still stings a bit but its looks like it'll be okay, I hope."

"So, what do you think that thing was? I didn't really get a good look at it. It was big though."

Scott shook his head. "I'm not sure. It…kind of looked like a wolf."

"Nope, not a chance," Stiles said shaking his head.

"But I heard a wolf howling."

"When?"

"Last night. When we were heading back to the jeep. Didn't you hear it?"

"No, I think I was a little distracted by the pain and blood pouring out of my arm to listen to the sounds of the woods," he said with his patented sarcasm. "Besides you didn't hear a wolf."

"How do you know that? You just said that you didn't hear anything?"

"Because California has no wolves. Not for 60 years."

"Really?" asked Scott.

"Yes, really. So whatever you heard couldn't have been a wolf. It was way too big to be one anyway. Probably was a bear or something."

"Well then, if you don't believe me when I say I heard a wolf then you won't believe me that I saw the other half of the body."

"What?" Stiles said taken aback. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Well, I think I was distracted by the pain and blood pouring from my side from the bite that not wolf gave me," he said mimicking Stiles earlier sarcasm.

But Stiles didn't care about that. "You're kidding me."

"I wish. I'm going to have nightmares for a month." Scott said.

"This is so freaking amazing! I mean, all of this. It's seriously the best thing to happen to this town since…the birth of Lydia Martin," he said when he caught sight of the girl himself. And she was coming closer. "Hey Lydia," Stiles said with a smile. "You look-"She walked right by them. "Like you're going to ignore me," he deflated. He then pointed to Scott. "You're the cause of this, you know."

"Uh-huh," Scott said rolling his eyes as he went to walk off himself.

But Stiles went after him. "Dragging me down to your nerd depths. I'm a nerd by association. Scarlet-nerded by you."

The two of them soon found themselves sitting together in their first class. Their teacher took her place in the front center.

"As we all know, there was a body found last night in the woods. And I'm sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios to what might've happened." Scott and Stiles spared a look to each other. They didn't have to, they knew what happened…somewhat. "But I'm here to tell you that the police have a suspect. So now you can put all of your attention on the work that's on your desk."

Stiles looked up suddenly when the sound of a thumping noise reached his ears. It sounded kind of like a mild drum. He looked around, wondering who was playing a drum in the middle of class but everyone's head was down and looking over at their desks. The drumming was continuing and it was a steady rhythm. It was then followed by a few more drum sounds. The beats were consistent. Where was that coming from? The drumming seemed to stop when there was a knock on the door.

As for Scott, he heard a phone. He looked around for the one whose phone was ringing in the middle of class when he started to hear a girl's voice. "Mom, don't you think three calls is a little over doing it on my first day?" His eyes looked around until he zoomed in on the window to a girl outside the school. "Everything but a pen," she said looking through her bag. "Oh my god, don't tell me I forgot a pen. Okay okay, I got to go. Love you." Scott kept hearing this girl all the way from the outside of the school to when she went to the principal's office. He could actually follow their conversation up until he knocked on the door to announce themselves to their class.

The knock had snapped Stiles out of the rhythm of drums he seemed to have had sounding off in his head. The whole class watched as in walked a new girl. Scott tensed at the sight of her.

"We have a new student here at our school. This is Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome."

Scott saw that she was heading to the table right behind him and he reached into his bag and pulled out his spare pen and held it out to her. She smiled as she took it from him. Stiles watched the whole thing and wasn't even hiding the big grin on his face from his friend.


In the hallway, Scott and Stiles were watching as the new girl Allison was talking with Lydia. Even though they were on the other side of the hall, the two of them could hear them as if they were right in front of them. They listened as Allison was getting her fashion sense approved by Lydia and approved.

"And you are my new best friend," Lydia declared as if it was a royal proclamation.

"Okay, can somebody tell me how the new girl is here for two minutes and she's already in the same clique with Lydia Martin?" a girl said coming up next to them.

"She's hot," Stiles explained. "Beautiful people herd together."

"Yeah," Scott breathed out. The girl didn't hear him but Stiles definitely did.

Soon, Jackson came up to them and gave Lydia a deep kiss that had Stiles jaw stiffen at the sight of it. He cringed so much that he missed a bit of their conversation, where Lydia started to praise Jackson as the team captain.

"-You mean like football?" he heard Allison ask.

"Football is a joke here," Jackson said cockily.

The conversation then steered towards the party that Lydia was throwing Friday night. When Allison was asked if she would be going, Stiles could've sworn that he heard the drumming noise again. It skipped a beat around when Allison said that she couldn't go because it was 'Family Night'. Stiles rubbed the back of his head.

Scott finally turned away from Allison to look at him. "You alright?"

"Yeah," he breathed. "I'm…fine."

Scott then went back to nearly drooling over the new girl but Stiles was at a loss. What was going on with him? Why did he keep hearing drums every now and then?

What he didn't know was that Scott had heard every single word of the conversation too. Though he didn't know that Stiles had heard it himself.


Scott and Stiles found themselves in the locker room, changing into their lacrosse gear. The two of them then jogged over together to get to their usual spot on the bench. He took a moment to notice that the girl, Allison, was sitting in the bleachers with Lydia. She was looking over at their direction.

"But if you play, I'll have no one to talk to on the bench," Stiles tried to reason. "You really gonna do that to your best friend?"

Scott shook his head. "I can't sit out again!" he said defiantly. "My whole life is sitting on the sidelines. This season, I make first line."

Stiles shrugged. It really meant a lot to his friend that he make first line. True, Stiles thought it would be nice to really be able to play but his friend was just plain obsessed with it. He then went to sit on the bench to ready the last of his gear while Scott's eyes went back to Allison watching the players practice.

"McCall!"

It was the coach.

"Yeah?" Scott said snapping out of it.

"You're in goal," he said not skipping a beat as he threw the goalie net at him.

Scott looked at the net in confusion. "But, I've never played."

"I know," the Coach said unflinchingly. "Scoring some shots will give the boys a confidence boost. First day back kind of thing."

"What about me?" Scott asked.

"Try not to take any in the face," he advised before he went off.

Scott spared a look at Stiles who just shrugged. Scott just huffed as he put on his helmet and went for the goal.

Allison's voice soon reached his ears. It also reached Stiles ears and he actually started to move his head around until his eyes fell on the two girls.

"Who is that?" he suddenly heard her ask Lydia.

"Him? I'm not sure who he is," Lydia answered. "Why?"

"He's in my English class," Allison answered her back.

The conversation had a different effect on either of their eavesdroppers.

Scott was inwardly beaming. Allison was noticing him. She was starting to ask about him. She was seeking him out too. Did that mean that she found him interesting? A girl actually had him on her mind. He felt something heating up from inside of him.

Stiles was inwardly cringing. Lydia had just told the new girl that she didn't know Scott. How could she not know Scott? They'd been going to classes together since the 3rd grade. If she didn't know Scott then that had to mean that she didn't know him. His crush since the 3rd grade didn't know him.

Those feelings were cut when a whistle blew and both Scott and Stiles cringed when it did. Stiles was safely on the bench when he held his ears but Scott was at goal and was clobbered by a ball while he was fazed. He fell on his back to the laughter of everyone. Stiles grit his teeth at the sound of them laughing. Scott quickly got his bearings back and soon he started to catch every ball coming his way. One by one, they all ended up in his net. Jackson held up the guy up front as he wanted to shoot against the upstart.

"Oh God," Scott muttered as Jackson began a running start. He launched the ball but Scott nearly blinked as the ball seemed to be slowly flowing to him. He moved his arm and he caught it.

"Yes!" Stiles said as he got up and started to cheer for Scott's success. "Whoo! That's my friend!" he loudly pointed out.

Scott was just staring at the caught ball in his net, astonished at what he just did. Even Lydia started to cheer for him. Scott then went and threw the ball back to the assistant coach.

"Alright! Settle down!" Coach said as he came forward. "A good start but we're not done yet. McCall, why don't you park it for now," he said pointing to the bench. "Mahealani, you're up!"

Scott left the net for Danny to take over. Danny who was used to playing goal. Scott went over and removed his helmet and reached up to get the high five Stiles had coming his way.

"That was awesome!" he praised.

"Thanks!" Scott breathed out.

"Next line!" Coach yelled. "Move your asses!"

"I'm up," Stiles said.

"Good luck man," Scott said. As he sat, he let the euphoria from being out there start to ebb away. He felt eyes watching him and he looked over to Allison and saw that she immediately looked away. Scott couldn't help the smirk that fell on his lips.

As for Stiles, he wondered what possessed Coach to put Scott on goal for the first liners and give the rest of them trying out Danny who was experienced at the goal. He could never understand that guy. Sometimes, he wondered if even he understood himself.

One by one, his fellow second and third stringers shot the ball for the goal but Danny stopped each and every one of them. Everyone cheered him as they did. Stiles started to loosen his arm and could barely feel the tingle from his bite now. When it was his turn, Stiles took his stance and then went for the goal. As he moved, he could swear that he heard a lot of echoed breathing. His sight ahead of him seemed magnified and a spot at the net seemed to be magnified to his focus. His arms then pulled on his stick and he launched his ball and like a missile it shot for the goal and Danny ended up missing it. It hit the net of the goal with a mild whack.

Stiles was frozen as he looked at Danny turn from the goal to him. He then saw Danny flash him a friendly smile through his guard and Stiles started to howl in delight. He started to jump up and down from where he stood in celebration. A few others even joined in.

Scott stood from the bench and was clapping. "Yeah! Stiles, whoo!"

Stiles then pointed his net over at him with a wide smile that Scott no doubt had on himself only a few moments ago. His gaze went to Lydia who was politely smiling and clapping for him. All Stiles wanted to do now was drop down in bliss. He could die right now and be happy. Maybe now Lydia would notice.

The only one not smiling or happy was Jackson. He was glaring at both Scott and Stiles. His gaze was of both anger, and suspicion.


The stimulated duo soon found themselves back in the preserve after school as they started to make a trek back to look for the body now that they had daylight to help them. Scott wasn't looking forward to seeing the body again but he had lost his inhaler when he was attacked. Stiles then confided that he lost his phone too when he was attacked.

"I don't know what it was," Scott said. "It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball."

"Like everything was in slow-mo."

"Yeah, exactly. Was it like that for you?"

Stiles shrugged. "Kind of. For me, it was like everything was super focused out there. Like, I knew how to run, when to shoot and the spot where I had to have the ball go was so clear to me."

"Wow…and that's not the only weird thing. I hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear."

"You too?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah. I could hear people talking from across the hall, almost like they were talking in my ear."

"Same with me. Though, I swear I also been hearing these weird drums."

"Drums?" Scott asked.

"I know. Weird. Anything else?"

"Yeah, I smell things."

"Smell things?" Stiles asked surprised.

"What you don't?"

"No. I don't know. Like what?"

"Like the mint mojito gum in your pocket."

Stiles reached into his pocket and pulled out a stick of gum, the exact flavor Scott said.

"Wow," he said as he opened his pocket. The smell seemed to come rushing out at him at once. Like someone took a mint spray and shot it straight to his nose.

"What do you think's going on?" asked Scott.

"Well…let's think. I guess this all goes back to what happened to us last night. Our bites. Hmm…you know I think I may have heard of this."

"You serious?"

"Yeah, it's a specific type of infection. Very serious. It's called lycanthropy."

An infection? Scott was getting worried now. "It is?"

"Yeah, but it's only something for us to worry about once a month."

"Once a month?"

"Yeah…on the night of the full moon." Stiles then let out a soft howl. For some reason, Stiles felt content doing it.

Scott however gave him a shove. "Stiles," he scolded.

"What? You're the one who said he heard a wolf howling, right?"

"I'm serious Stiles."

"I am being serious. We're werewolves. We're cursed. Hey, I think we should get to shop class and start melting all the silver because Friday's the full moon."

Scott suddenly stopped. "This is it. I could swear this was it. I saw the body. The deer were running. I dropped my inhaler here, I'm sure of it." He started to dig through the leaves on the ground but there was no sign of it.

Stiles grasped his hips as he gave the place a once over. "Maybe the killer moved the body?"

"If he did I hope he left my inhaler. That thing costs 80 bucks."

"Or maybe that big bear or wolf or whatever. Maybe it ate it."

"My inhaler too?" Scott asked still looking around. "What about your phone? Did you drop it here or after that thing threw you off?"

Stiles huffed. "I can't remember, but my dad is not gonna be-" he said as he started to turn but stopped when he caught sight of someone and tapped Scott's shoulder to warn him.

It was an older looking guy with a leather jacket. He started to walk over to them. "What are you doing here?" he asked them. "This is private property."

Stiles kept his cool while Scott was silently freaking out a bit. "Sorry man, we didn't know."

"Yeah," Scott said nodding. "We were just looking for something. But…forget it," he said when he saw the sour look on the guy's face.

The guy then reached into his pockets and then threw something at both of them. They reached out and caught them. Scott had his inhaler back and Stiles had back his phone. Stiles checked and saw that the battery was dead but quickly shoved that to the side as he couldn't help but narrow his eyes. He couldn't remember the last time he caught something like that before without so much as a fumble. Scott too now that he thought about it. Stiles gave the mystery guy another once over before something clicked.

The guy started to walk off. Scott put his inhaler away. "Alright, I have get to work."

"Dude," Stiles said stopping him. "That was Derek Hale. Remember? He was only a few years older than us. His whole family died in a fire like ten years ago." Stiles remembered that. His father something talked about that case. It was ruled as arson but his father often talked like it was still unsolved.

"Wonder what he's doing back," Scott mumbled.


Stiles then dropped Scott off at the animal clinic before he went on home. He went over to his medicine cabinet and went for his Adderall pills. He was about to open them when he froze. Now that he thought about it, he couldn't remember taking his Adderall that morning. And, he also realized that he hadn't felt fidgety once today. His mind did wander a bit but he had quickly shaken it off all day. Now, he wasn't feeling a need to take his medication now.

"Weird," he mumbled to himself.

Stiles went over to his bed when he suddenly heard his dad's voice from downstairs.

"Has he said anything?" he heard his dad say.

"No sir," a woman's voice from a phone answered. "Derek Hale hasn't told us anything new. He claims that he just came back into town early this morning. He won't tell us why though. Should we hold him for a bit?"

Stiles eyes narrowed. Hold Derek Hale? Did they think that he was a suspect for the death of that girl? As he kept himself sitting on the side of the bed, he didn't realize that his eyes started to let a soft golden glow. It stayed for a moment before his eyes went back to his original honey brown.

"Uh, no," his dad breathed. "Let him go. I don't feel right holding anyone unless we have more to go on."

"Alright. I'll process him out."

There was then a soft click before another harder click from downstairs. Stiles then stood up and headed off down the stairs.

"Hey dad," Stiles said coming into the kitchen.

His father was drinking some water. "Hey son. How was the first day back at school?"

"It was okay."

"Okay? I guess okay is good. How did your tryouts go?"

Stiles smiled. "Oh, that went good. Actually, more than good. It was…great. Scott and I killed it out there."

"You and Scott?"

"Yeah, we did. Really."

"Really? That's new."

"Yeah," Stiles said nodding. "So how about you? Anything interesting going on at work. Any news on the body?"

"Stiles," he said sternly. "You know I can't discuss police business with you."

"But you can still answer my questions if you want," he countered. "That's not the same."

His dad halted. "Yes it is."

"There is a very fine line though." Stiles said trying something else.

"No, there is isn't."

Stiles went over closer to him when a smell caught his attention. It was the smell of…fries. "Did you eat fries today?" he asked his father a bit accusingly.

"What? No," his father said narrowing his eyes.

Stiles then heard it again. A soft banging drum sound. When his father was talking and it skipped a beat when he said No. "You're lying," Stiles said. "You had fries today."

"Okay, I did. One of the deputies brought some curly fries in for everyone and offered me some."

"That didn't mean you had to take it."

"I did if I didn't want to be rude," his father countered.

That only made him roll his eyes. Stiles wondered how he knew his father lied until he heard the steady drum again. He tried to follow it but it only led to his father. More specifically to his chest. Then his eyes widened. The drumming sound he'd been hearing all day. It wasn't drums. It was hearts. Other people's heartbeats. And, he could tell when someone was lying or not by how they were beating when they were talking.

His father then gave Stiles a second look. "Stiles…what's with your arm?"

"What?" Stiles said looking over to his arm. The bandages were showing from beneath his short sleeve shirt. "Oh, it's nothing."

"Really? Then let me see."

"It's nothing dad, really," Stiles insisted.

"Well if it really is nothing then there shouldn't be a problem for me to see it then, wouldn't it?"

Stiles could see that he was cornered and he then lifted his sleeve for his dad to begin to remove the bandages. This was it. As soon as his father saw the bite mark then he and Scott would be busted and he would be grounded for life. That wasn't to be so though as when the bandages were off, there was nothing to be seen but his pale, unmarked skin. Where the hell did the bite marks go? There were there only this morning. He moved his arm and touched it to find that there was no pain there or any kind of trace that it had ever even had been there.

"See? Nothing." Stiles said with a shrug.

But, why was there nothing?


Scott went over to the door and flipped the sign to closed before he went and borrowed some swabs and alcohol to replace his bandages. He lightly peeled it off but was surprised to find that there was nothing there. No bite or signs of a wound at all. Just smooth skin like nothing had even happened. Scott's heart skipped a beat at it. He then left the bathroom and came upon the animal cages where the cats started going crazy. It was freaking him out. He went to leave before there was knocking at the door. It was Allison and she looked freaked. Sounded freaked when he answered. She was freaking out because she had apparently hit something in the road. She took him to her car and opened the back to an albino dog barking up at them.

Allison was getting more scared. "Whoa, relax," he said calmly holding her back. "She's just scared."

"That makes two of us," she said softly.

That dog wasn't letting Alison get any closer to it.

"Let me see if I have better luck."

Scott zeroed in on the dog, unaware that as he made eye contact, his eyes started to emit of golden glow. It vanished after a moment, back to his original deep brown eyes but the dog went passive. They brought it into the clinic but Scott was happy to see that it didn't look like the dog was too hurt. Allison went to change into a dry sweatshirt and Scott couldn't help but let himself take a quick look before he went back to bandaging up the dog.

"Thank you for doing this," Allison said as she came back in her new shirt. "I completely freaked out like a total girl."

"You are a girl," he asked with a bit of amusement.

"I freaked out like a girly-girl and I'm not a girly-girl."

"What kind of girl are you?" he asked her.

"Tougher than that. Least I thought I was."

"Hey," he said trying to help her. "I'd be freaked out too. In fact, I'd probably cry. Not like a man either but the biggest girly-girl ever." Allison started to chuckle a bit. He was happy to see that it was working. "I'd be pathetic."

"Yeah right," she said back.

"So," he said directing everything back to the dog. "Looks like she's going to live. I'm pretty sure she'll let you pet her now if you want." She didn't seem to want to but Scott assured her it was okay and soon enough, Allison was petting the dog softly. "She likes you."

He was staring at her while she pet the dog. Even wet and sad as she was, she still looked amazingly pretty.

But she noticed him looking. "What?"

He snapped himself out of it. "Sorry…you, have an eyelash at your cheek," he tried to cover himself.

She then wiped her cheek. "From the crying."

He then went and wiped her cheek himself. When the rain stopped, he helped walk her to her car. "Uh, I was wondering, was Family Night a lie? Or would you like to go to the party with me?"

Allison smiled slightly. "It wasn't a total lie."

"So, is that a yes? You'll go?"

She smiled widely at him. "Definitely yes."