Chapter 1 - The Call That Started It All

Hey guys! Thank you so much for reading. This is my first story so it might not be amazing. I don't own the Teen Wolf story line or any of the characters. I do however, own Moira and Raelynn Stilinski and Lycaon Callagaris.

Raelynn - 1am Sunday Night

I get woken up by a kick to the face by my annoying as heck sister that pushes me out of the bed and onto the floor with a loud thump. If I wasn't awake after the kick, the ground was definitely a sure way to do that job. I push my hair out of my face and untangle the blanket from my legs as I try to sit up. I look at her with the most pissed of expression I can and push her shoulder yo wake her up.

"What the fuck Moira?!" I yell at her.

"What the fuck Raelynn.." She repeats mockingly "Oh Shut up." She replies grumpily as she turns her back and tries to go back to sleep. She should have known that it was a big mistake to turn away from me but she was obviously too tired to care. The tiredness quickly wore off as I grabbed at her ankle and pulled her from the bed and she drops to the floor beside me.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!" She half scream at me, not noticing our dad and big brother standing at our doorway until it was too late.

"Both of you, Shuuuuut Uuuuup!" We quickly whip our heads around to see who the voice belonged to, even though we both knew. However, in the process our heads collide and send us both towards the floor. When we finally get our bearings we hear Stiles start to laugh his arse off. We both send him identical death glares.

"Shut it Spazz Attack!" I say angrily as my sister nods in agreement besides me. Stiles puts one hand over his heart and grabs at the door frame as he pretends to have a heart attack.

"Why must you hurt me with your witty, unkind words?" He says shockilng, his eyes blinking about a mile a minute. Moira and I stare at each other for a few seconds and start laughing as hard as we can. Stiles gets a smug look on his face as he thinks that his little 'display' is what we are laughing so hard about. He playfully smacks dads arm and points and us and them himself. Dad just looks at him (and us) disappointingly as he rolls his eyes.

"Stiles, try doing that again, but this time try not to fly away using your eyelashes." He says wittingly. Stiles face drops and it only makes me and Moira laugh even harder. Stiles just sneers at us as we try to regain our composure. The only thing that snaps us out of our haze is when dads work phone starts to ring. He goes to answer it and all three Stilinksi siblings hurry to follow. However we get to his room just in time for the door to be slammed in our faces. Stiles gets the brunt of it as he is flung back against the hallway wall opposite of dads bedroom clutching his nose. Moira and I erupt into a fit of giggles while still trying to keep quiet enough to listen to dads important phone call.

"A body?... Wait... What?! ... Half?! ... Which half? ... Okay... I will be at the station as soon as I can." He hangs up the call and hurries to get into his sheriffs uniform. We look at each other disbelievingly and start to whisper about what we had heard. Obviously underestimating the urgency of this situation, we were all caught by surprise as dad opens his door while securing his gun to his hip. We all try and play it off cool by looking at the frames pictured on the wall behind us or the two different wallpapers that lined the walls. We all turn around, as if we had rehearsed it, and pretend to finally notice our dad, knowing full well the he was there.

"Oh, hey Dad. Fancy seeing you here." I exclaim, acting surprised by his appearance behind us. My siblings nod and mumble in agreement. He just stares at us and tries to push past. His attempts don't work very well. seeing as the three of us have made a wall blocking his path to the stairs. He sighs exhaustingly.

"What do you want to know?" He groans, as if he was expecting a bombardment of questions. After ten tiring minutes of nonstop questions we were finally satisfied with his answers and finally let him go. The three of us look at each other for a split second before running to our rooms to get dressed and tell our own partners in crime. We all appear at the front door at the same time and rush to get out the door. Unfortunately , Stiles is out first and stops us both in our tracks.

"You two aren't going out there." She states, almost like an order.

"But..."

"No! Not gonna happen. No way in hell. Dad would kill me if something happened to either of you." He cuts of our protests and tries to be protective. We pretend to go along with it and mutter agreements under our breaths and nod our heads just enough for him to notice. He makes sure we are securely on the couch watching tv before he walks out the front door.. We wait about 10 minutes to make sure he is gone before we go to head out the front door. It doesn't budge. Moira goes and tries the back door while I keep at the front door. neither of them will open. Why do the boys finally learn to properly secure the doors and then some when tonight's mission is too important to miss out on.

"Window?" We ask each other while the other nods their head in agreement. We half run up the stairs and into our rooms. As it turns out, strict parents do raise sneaky children. We are out of the window and on the ground in less than 5 minutes. Thankful for the gymnastics and dance lessons, we are running in separate towards our respective partners in crime.

15 minutes later, I am knocking on my best friends window. He grumbles obscenities under his breath as he makes is way to his window. He grudgingly opens his window with an adorable angry face. But that doesn't last very long when he notices that it's me. I immediately notice the he is standing in his tighty whities and a grey tank that is at least two sizes too small so you can see his pronounced hip bones and the end of his snail trail. His short, sandy coloured hair is sticking up in all directions. It is just long enough for there to be a slight curl at the ends. Standing at 5'10" I can easily look him straight in the eyes when in flats. His eyes are such a deep blue that it's almost impossible to not stare at them and get lost. His slightly crooked nose and offset jaw are obvious markers of him getting hit to many times in the face in lacrosse practice. His wide set shoulders and slight but athletic, build is obvious underneath his tiny tank. If he wasn't gay (and neither of us had a boyfriend) I would totally do him.

"Good morning gorgeous! We have a mission, Wheres your sister?" I exclaim, super optimistic. He looks at me in disbelief as he side steps so I can climb through the window into his room.

"You look like such a dweeb right now. You realize that right Lycaon?" I saw with a slight giggle. The look doesn't leave his face until he goes to reply. His mouth opens but before any sounds can come out Danny, who is lying on his bed, props himself up onto his elbows and looks at both of us through tired eyes.

"You do realize that it's almost two in the morning? What the fuck are you doing awake? More importantly, what the fuck are you doing here?" He quietly shouts, his obvious groggy voice makes me giggle. He just rolls his eyes and pulls the covers back over his head.

"Sorry Danny. You know I love you!" I say and blow him a kiss. He just groans and pulls the covers higher. I laugh at him and turn back to Lycaon with a massive grin.

"Come on shoemaker, we have a job to do. You have five minutes. I want to figure out what my brother is up to. I'm going to see if your sister is awake!" I say as I walk out the door and down the hallway to Lydia's room. I walk in to her room without knocking. Lydia and Jackson in the middle of sex. I roll my eyes and walk to her wardrobe and start looking through her clothes. (I mean, it isn't like its the first time I've caught them having sex. ) I keep stealing quick glances over my shoulder to see if they are going to slow down. After about 5 minutes and no signs of stopping anytime soon I find a cute dress and jacket that i think are really cute (thank god Lydia and I are the same size) and take them out of the wardrobe and onto the same clothes hanger.

"Can I steal these? Your clothes are so much cuter than mine." I say as I turn around and show her the clothes. Jackson immediately freaks out and almost falls out of the bed as he scrambles to cover up. Lydia and I both roll our eyes at him and the same time as she turns to me.

"Yeah. They are actually for you. I bought them yesterday for you. I was going to give them to you tomorrow." She states matter-of-factly. I nod and the turn to Jackson who is looking at us like we're insane.

"Oh Jackson. I knew your cockiness was compensating for something but really?" I ask him holding up my left pinkey finger slightly bent. I hear Lydia snicker as I turn to walk out.

"I'm going to leave these here for a bit. If I don't come back can you please drop them at my house before school? I so want to see Scott's face hit the floor tomorrow when he gets to school. Borrowing shoemaker for a few hours. Maybe see you later? Love you!" I call oer my shoulder as I sneak back into Lycaon's room.

"Come on darling. Lets go. Your 5 minutes are up." I whisper as I walk back into Lycaon's room, careful not to wake Danny back up an I walk to the window. We both climb out of the window and shimmey down the drain pipe. We both disappear and walk into the forest as I tell him about what happened with my dad this morning. We wait a few minutes at the entrance for my sister as I told him the end of the story. I knew this was going to be an interesting night but I had no idea just how interesting this early into the long, eventful night before school.

Hey Guys! I hope you liked it! I know its a bit long but this kind of just happened. Thank you so much for taking time out of all of your amazing lives to read my story. It means so much. I will try and keep the chapters this long unless you want shorter. Please comment/review what you think. Thank you so much again you amazing, important people xo