Wolf Moon.
I stood down in the front garden of the McCall household, looking up with an amused and exasperated expression as my twin brother climbed up the balcony into our best friend's room. I folded my arms as it went quiet then jumped as I heard Scott and Stiles both scream at the sight of each other.
"Stiles what the hell are you doing?!" I heard Scott exclaim.
"You weren't answering your phone," Stiles replied. "Why do you have a bat?" He then questioned.
"I thought you were a predator," Scott replied. I snorted at this and he leaned over the balcony, waving at me. I held my hand up in way of greeting.
"Look I know it's late but you gotta hear this. Me and Ellie saw our Dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even State Police," Stiles said.
"For what?" Scott asked.
"Two joggers found a body in the woods," Stiles replied.
"A dead body?" Scott asked in reply.
"No, a body of water...yes dumb ass, a dead body. Now will you both get down here so I don't look like a creepy stalker whose talking to myself?" I said and both of them began to climb down to me.
"You mean like murdered?" Scott asked us as they both landed on the ground beside me.
"Nobody knows yet, just that it was a girl, probably in her twenties," I answered him.
"Hold on, if they found her body, then what are they looking for?"
"That's the best part," Stiles said and I shot him a 'wtf' look. "They only found half, we're going,"
"We're seriously doing this?" Scott asked, looking between us.
"Well, I don't particularly want to come across half of a dead body but according to Stiles,I'm a young girl alone in her house while a murderer may be at large, so I've got to go with my older twin brother so he can "protect" me," I replied. Stiles just glared at me.
"You two always bitch about nothing ever happening in this town," He pointed out to us.
"I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow," Scott said.
"Right, 'cause sitting on the bench is such a gruelling effort," Stiles quipped back.
"No, because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line," Scott replied.
"Aim high...anyway, some of us actually do have practice tomorrow. Cheerleading practice. Which I'm co-captain of, may I remind you," I said. "Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for exactly? Since you were the one listening in to the conversation," I added to my brother.
"I didn't even think about that," Stiles replied.
"Oh great.." I said, then began to move to mine and Stiles' shared jeep. "I'm driving," I said as I got into the drivers seat.
We reached the outskirts of the wood and climbed out of the jeep, Stiles with the flashlight.
"Right so...what if whoever killed the body is still out here?" Scott asked as I linked arms with him.
"Also something I didn't think about," Stiles replied, walking slightly in from of us.
"It's comforting to know you planned this out with your usual attention to detail," I said to him.
"I know," Stiles said, shooting me a grin.
"You know...maybe the girl and asthmatic should be ones to hold the flashlight, huh?" Scott suggested, noticing the slight fear on my face. Suddenly Stiles grabbed us both and yanked us down to the ground level. I looked up and saw the several flashlights from the police who were close to us.
"Wait...come on!" Stiles said, getting up and beginning to run. I got up, helping Scott up and began to follow my brother.
"Stiles! Wait up!" I shouted after him.
"Stiles! Ellie!" I heard Scott shout behind me.
"Hold it right there!" I heard a cop shout and ran into a clearing where there were several police around Stiles, including our father. I sighed.
"The girl is also mine," Dad admitted, shooting us both glares.
"To my defence, I was dragged out here," I said.
"So, do you, uh, listen in to all of my phone calls?" Dad said to Stiles.
"No...not the boring ones," Stiles replied.
"Now...where's the third of you troublemakers?" Dad asked, looking around us. I turned around and saw that indeed, Scott wasn't with us.
"Who. Scott? Scott's at home. He said he wanted to get a good nights sleep for first day back at school tomorrow, it's just me and Ellie. In the woods," a Stiles said, sounding as unbelieving in his lie as usual.
"Scott you out there?" Dad called and when he received no reply he shrugged. "Well, you two, I'm gonna walk you back to the car. And then you and I, Stiles, are gonna have a conversation about something called invasion of privacy," Dad said, helping Stiles up and leading us to the path back to the car. I turned to Stiles.
"You better hope that Scott gets out of here okay," I hissed to him warningly before following Dad.
The next morning Stiles and I got out of the jeep and I waved 'hello' at various people who I knew or were friends with. To say I was popular than Stiles was an admission from Stiles himself. He knew I was more popular and accepted it but I knew it was only due to the fact that I was co-Captain on the cheerleading team. I saw Jackson Whittemore say something to Scott then walk off. I rolled my eyes and walked in the direction of Scott, Stiles following me. As I approached him, I put my hand on his shoulder and he turned around with a smile.
"Hey," I said, hugging him carefully as I knew he'd been injured the night before.
"Hey Elles," He replied.
"Okay, let's see this thing," Stiles said in way of greeting and as Scott pulled his shirt up, I saw the bandage on his stomach that showed signs of the wound still bleeding. "Whoa!" Stiles exclaimed. I touch it carefully, judging Scott's reaction and not pressing too carefully.
"Are you okay?" I asked him.
"Yeah...it was too dark to see much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf," He said.
"A wolf bit you?" Stiles asked.
"Uh huh," Scott replied.
"No, not a chance," Stiles dismissed.
"Well something did," I said with raised eyebrows.
"I heard a wolf howling," Scott said.
"No, you didn't," Stiles dismissed once again.
"What do you mean? How do you know what he heard?" I asked Stiles, wondering what was up with him.
"Because California doesn't have wolves, Ellie... Not in like sixty years," Stiles explained. I stared at him in surprise, as did Scott.
"Really?" Scott asked.
"Yes really. There are no wolves in California," Stiles said.
"All right, well, if you don't believe me about the wolf, then you're definitely not gonna believe me about when I tell you I found the body," Scott said. I turned to him shocked.
"You-are you kidding me?" Stiles asked in reply.
"No man, I wish. I'm gonna have nightmares for a month," Scott replied as the bell rang and we started to head towards the door of the high school.
"Oh god, that is freakin' awesome! I mean this is seriously gonna be the best thing that's happened to this town since- since the birth of Lydia Martin," Stiles said as he saw Lydia walk past him. "Hey Lydia- you look-like you're gonna ignore me," He trailed off.
"Lyds! I called and she turned and looked at me with a smile. "Wait up!" I called, then I turned to Stiles and Scott. "See ya later boys," I said and walked off to join my other best friend.
"Well you look gorgeous," Lydia observed.
"Hmmm...so do you," I replied.
"So, how's life with the brother?" She asked as we walked to our home room.
"It's Stiles..." I replied in way of response. Lydia smiled knowingly. I'd shared many stories with Lydia about Stiles and Scott. "Anyway...how are you and Jacksom?" I asked as we took our seat in our usual seats in home room.
"We're good. Really good," Lydia replied. I shot her a smile and laughed.
After homeroom we'd heard about the new girl and as we entered the main hallway where our lockers were, I saw the new girl, standing next to the open locker, beside my locker.
"That jacket is absolutely killer. Where'd did you get it?" Lydia said to her with a smile as we approached her.
"My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco," She replied.
"And you are our new best friend." I replied as I opened my locker and stored my bag in there.
"Hey Jackson," I heard Lydia say and turned to see her kiss him. I shared an uncomfortable smile with Allison.
"So this weekend, there's a party," I started.
"A party?" Allison said.
"Yeah- Friday night, you should come," Jackson added.
"Uh! I can't. It's family night this Friday. Thanks for asking," Allison replied.
"You sure? Everyone's going after the scrimmage," Lydia said.
"You mean like football?"
"Footballs a joke in Beacon. The sport here is lacrosse. We've won the state championship for the past three years," Jackson explained to her.
"Because of a certain team captain," Lydia said with a brightening smile to him.
"Well, we have practice in a few minutes. That is, if you don't have anywhere else," Jackson said.
"Or you could come cheerleading practice with me? Try out for the team?" I asked. Allison nodded at me and I smiled. "Let's go. I've got to get changed and go to pitch toward up before Riley arrives, I'll see you two down there?" I directed the last part to Jackson and Lydia who nodded with smiles to me. Allison and I had left them and began walking down to the girl's changing rooms. "So your whole family moved with you?" I asked her curiously. She nodded in reply.
"What about you? You live with the whole of your family?" She asked in reply.
"Erm...sort of. I live with my Dad and twin brother. My Mom died six years ago," I answered. Alison's face dropped.
"I'm sorry," She said.
"It's fine. I mean I rememberer it and her and everything but I was ten so I didn't really fully comprehend it until much later," I said. Allison nodded.
"So your twin brother? Do you get along with him?" She asked as I began changing into my cheerleading practice clothes.
"Yeah, actually. Maybe it's because Dad died or because we're twins but we have a close bond. Stiles looks out for me and I look out for him," I answered. "You'll get to meet him and our other friend, Scott, actually...they're both on the Lacrosse team with Jackson. I say that, they're bench warmers but you gotta start somewhere," I added and Allison smiled. I finished tying my cheerleading shoes and then dumped my other clothes and gym bag into my locker in the changing room. "Right come on," I said and we made out way out onto the pitch where the cheerleaders and lacrosse mingled before practice started. As I walked out, I saw eyes on me and Allison and the cheerleaders started to disperse away from the lacrosse players. I waved at Stiles and Scott and both waved back. "Come on girls!" I shouted. "Riley is on her way and we need to get warmed up," I added as they got into their performances places and lines, whilst I looked across the field to where the guys had started their lacrosse practice.
"Elles...we need you to come with us...find Scott's inhaler," Stiles told me after practice was over. I turned to Scott and smiled at him. He'd done brilliantly in goal at practice.
"Sure," I said sweetly, then turned to Stiles with a sour expression. "It's a good thing I didn't bother to change after practice," I added as I climbed into the jeep beside Stiles as Scott jumped into the back.
Ten minutes later we reached the area of the woods where we'd been last night- or where Scott had ended up last night.
"I don't- I don't know what it was," Scott was talking about the miraculous turn over of his talent at Lacrosse. "It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that's not the only weird thing. I- I can- I can hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things," He finished.
"Smell things? Like what?" Stiles asked, sharing a look with me.
"Like the mint-mojito gum in your pocket," Scott replied.
"I don't have any mint gum in my pocket..." Stiles trailed off as he pulled out the gum stick in shock. I raised my eyebrows in surprise at Scott.
"So all this started with a bite," I stated.
"What if it's like an infection, like, my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?" Scott asked.
"You know what? I actually think I've heard of this- it's a specific kind of infection," Stiles spoke up.
"Are you serious?" Both Scott and I asked him, looking at each other awkwardly.
"Yeah, yeah I think it's called lycanthropy," Stiles stated. I tutted in response, but Scott didn't catch on.
"What's that? Is that bad?" He asked Stiles.
"Oh yeah it's the worst. But only once a month," Stiles replied.
"Once a month?"
"Yep. On the night of a full moon." Stiles said then howled as both of us gave him an exasperated look. "Hey, look you're the one who heard a wolf howling,"
"Hey, there could be something seriously wrong with me," Scott said in defence.
"I know! You're a werewolf! Rrrrr!" Stiles teased. "Okay, obviously, I'm kidding. But if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find, it's cause Friday's a full moon," He added.
"Stiles, stop it. Scott's got a point. He could have an infection," I said, stopping as I looked around like Scott was doing. "Are we close yet?" I asked him.
"No..I don't know. I could have sworn this was it. I saw the body, the deer came running, I dropped my inhaler," He answered me.
"Maybe the killer moved the body," Stiles suggested, his hand coming to my shoulder.
"If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are like eighty bucks," Scott replied dryly.
"What are you doing here?" I swivelled on the spot as I heard the strange voice behind me. In front of me stood a tall, incredibly good looking, older guy. "This is private property," He added.
"We are so sorry, we didn't know," I replied apologetically. I saw the guy's eyes running over my body slightly and tried not to blush.
"Yeah we were just looking for something. But- forget it." Scott added. He turned to us. "All right, come on. I gotta get to work,"
The guy in front of us threw Scott his inhaler and he caught it. My eyes widened briefly and then I sent the guy a small smile and dragged both Scott and Stiles out of there by their hands.
"That was Derek Hale," Stiles said suddenly. "You remember right, Ellie? He's only like a few years older than us," I began to think and suddenly the pieces connected.
"Remember what?" Scott asked, sounding confused.
"His family," I said slowly. "They all burned to death in a fire...about ten years ago," Stiles nodded.
"I wonder what he's doing back," Scott said.
"No idea...however he's cute," I observed, catching the look on by brother and best friend's faces, and laughing loudly. "Come on, stop daydreaming about older guys and let's get to work," Scott said, laughing as he rested his arm around my shoulder. I smiled at him softly.
An hour later, Stiles had dropped us off at the veterinary clinic and I had changed into my former clothes from earlier. Scott and I were sorting out files and getting ready to close up when I saw him wince slightly as he bent over.
"Come on," I said to him. "Let's get that cleaned up, change the dressing or something in case it really is infected," He nodded and let me lead him to the bathroom. I grabbed the antiseptic and anti bacterial medicine to use and I sat on the toilet as Scott stood in front of me. He lifted his shirt and I began to pull the dressing off to find no wound there. "What?" I whispered to myself in shock. I heard Scott's stuttered breathing and I let his slightly frightened gaze with one of my own. "I don't..." I trailed off.
"Let's just close up properly and sort stuff out tomorrow," Scott said. I nodded, still in shock in what I'd saw but understanding why Scott wasn't wanting to confront this head on.
I helped him drag the bag of cat food to where the cats who stayed overnight were kept.
"Hey kitties," Scott said as he entered the room and suddenly all the cats starting screeching and trying to escape the carriers they were in to get to Scott. I looked at him in complete and utter shock, then dropped my end of the sack, forced Scott to do the same and then ushered him out of the room, shutting the door behind me and looking through the window to see they calmed down instantly. The silence stretched between us then the front door to the clinic was knocked upon, making me jump. We walked to the door and saw it was Allison stood outside, crying.
"Hi," Scott said.
"I didn't see it. I took my eyes off the road for, like, two seconds to change the song on my iPod, and then this dog, it just came out of nowhere!" Allison rambled hysterically.
"It's all right, it's all right, it's all right," I said reassuringly, taking her shoulders in my hands to calm her down slightly. She hugged me tightly and I rubbed her back.
"Do you remember where it happened so I can send Animal Control to find it?" Scott asked.
"No! I mean, yes, I know where I hit it, but the dog is-" Allison broke off.
"Where is it?" Scott asked her.
"It's in my car," She replied and we made our way to the back of the car and Allison opened it to reveal a barking dog. Both her and I jumped back in surprise.
"You okay?" Scott asked the both of us. "She's just frightened," He added.
"That makes two of us," Allison stated.
"Let me see if I have any better luck." Scott said, leaning forward to the dog and staring at her. I thought for a moment, I saw something flash in his eyes or something but then he had straightened up and was motioning for me to help him pick the dog up to get into the clinic.
We both examined her and finally stood up straight.
"We think her leg is broken. I've seen the doctor do plenty of splints, I can do it myself and then give her a painkiller for now." Scott told Allison. He looked at her for a moment. "I have a shirt in my bag," He added, grabbing his bag and pulling out the spare shirt, handing it to him.
"Oh, I don't want to trouble you," Allison said, then she took the shirt off of him and went into the side room to change. I subtly saw Scott peering into the room and nudged him.
"Subtle," I muttered and he shook his head. Allison came back into the room at that moment.
"Thanks for doing this. I feel really stupid," She said to us.
"How come?" Scott asked.
"I don't know. 'Cause I freaked out like a total girl," She replied and I smiled.
"You are a girl," Scott stated.
"Oh, your levels of perception are on top form tonight," I teased him and Allison giggled.
"I freaked out like a girly girl and I'm not a girly girl," She said.
"What kind of girl are you?" Scott asked and I moved to let them speak more together. I wasn't blind, I could see Scott had a major crush on her.
Tougher than that, at least, I thought I was," Allison replied.
"Hey, we all need the night off at times," I spoke up.
"Trust me, both Ellie and I would be freaked out too. In fact, we'd probably cry. And me not like a man either. Like the biggest girly girl ever. It would be pathetic," Scott reassured her.
"Yeah right," Allison said and I nodded to back up Scott.
"So it looks like she's gonna live. And I'm pretty sure she'll even let you pet her now, if you want to," Scott said.
"I don't think so," Allison said immediately.
"Oh come on. You don't want her to sue. I hear this breed is very litigious," Scott joked, causing her to smile and reach out her hand to begin petting the dog. "You see?"
"She likes you," I commented and Allison grinned at me. Then she looked at Scott to see him staring at her.
"What?" She asked him softly.
"You have an eyelash on your cheek," he mumbled softly. I grinned in amusement.
"From the crying," Allison commented as she wiped it away.
"Yeah," Scott murmured.
"So um...I was wondering... Is it really family night on Friday, or do you think maybe you like to go to the party with Scott and me?" I asked her.
"Family night was a total lie but Lydia..." Allison said,
"Lydia's Lydia. I get ya," I replied.
"So is that a yes, you'll go?" Scott asked hopefully.
"Definitely yes," She said, looking at him. I smiled victoriously.
"Dad? Stiles?" I called as I got home around an hour later. Stiles waved at me from the living room where he was watching television. I went into him and sat down beside him, curling into him like I used to when we were younger.
"You okay, Elles?" He asked.
"Just tired," I replied and put my head on his shoulder.
The next day, there was no cheerlead practice. So that meant I was on the stand with Allison and Stiles. The dream I had woken up from had shaken me slightly. Werewolves. Or a specific one at least. Scott and the strange Derek Hale.
"Scott! Wait up!" I heard Stiles call as Scott moved away from beside me.
"Stiles, I'm playing the first elimination, man...can it wait?" Scott replied.
"Just hold on, okay? I overheard my Dad on the phone. The fiber analysis came back from the lab in LA. They found animal hairs on the body from the woods!" Stiles exclaimed. A cold trickle of fear ran up and down my back.
"Stiles, I gotta go," Scott said.
"Scott, wait no, you're not gonna believe what the animal was..." Scott walked away. "It was a wolf," Stiles trailed off to me more than Scott. I felt the shock run through me.
"A wolf," I questioned.
"Yeah," He said. As the game started, I lost myself in my thoughts. Nothing was making sense. Scott was no liar. I saw the bloody bandages yet there was no wound? And now he was great at lacrosse whereas he was completely failing last year? I knew he had been practicing but not enough to become better than Jackson Whittemore... I just...I saw Scott do a flip in the air and my breath drew quickly and then I real eased it almost as quickly again. As Scott was told he was made first line, I looked at Stiles.
"Stiles, I need to talk to you," I said softly. He nodded, his face holding the same expression that mind did. Of fear and confusion.
"He had no wound, Stiles. It was healed. And then he calmed the dog down and I saw something with his eyes, like they changed," I told my twin brother as I was sat on his bed, later that night. "I don't believe in this stuff, like you. I never have, but I can't not look at this and say that Scott hasn't changed since he was bitten. Something's happening, Stiles," I added. Stiles nodded and went to laptop, immediately beginning to research everything about were wolves and lycanthropy. I helped out a bit, flicking through various books Stiles owned and gave to me to look through.
A sudden knock on Stiles bedroom door made me jump and Stiles got up to answer it.
"Get in. You gotta see this thing," He said and Scott appeared in the bedroom before me.
"Elles? You're hanging out with Stiles?" Scott asked.
"We've been up all night for hours, reading- websites, books. All this information," Stiles added with a grin to me.
"How much Adderall have you had today?" Scott asked Stiles.
"A lot...that doesn't matter. Just listen," I replied as he sat down beside me on the bed.
"Oh, is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?" Scott asked.
"No. They're still questioning people, even Derek Hale," Stiles replied. I felt a shiver run through me and I knew Stiles had caught it but didn't seem to question it.
"Oh the guy in the woods that we saw the other day," Scott said.
"Yeah, but that's not it, okay?" Stiles said.
"What then?" Scott asked, looking between us. I looked at Stiles and he looked at me for a moment.
"Remember the joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore. The wolf-the bite in the woods. I started doing all this reading. Do you even know why a wolf howls?" Stiles said to Scott.
"Should I?" Scott asked us.
"It's a ? When a wolf's alone, it howls to signal it's location to the rest of the pack. So if you heard a wolf howling, that means others could have been nearby. Maybe even a whole pack of them," I explained.
"A whole pack of wolves?" Scott asked. Stiles and I paused again, looking at each other.
"No, Scott. Werewolves," I said softly.
"Are you both seriously wasting my time with this?" Scott questioned us. "You know I'm picking Allison up in an hour. Elles, you should be getting ready," He added.
"I saw you on the field today, Scott. Okay, what you did wasn't just amazing, all right? It was impossible," Stiles said,
"Yeah so I made a good shot,"
"No, you made an incredible shot. I mean, the way you moved, your speed, your reflexes. People can't just suddenly do that overnight. And there's the vision and the senses..." I trailed off. "Do you even realise that you haven't needed your inhaler anymore?" I asked him.
"Okay? I can't think about this now. We'll talk tomorrow," Scott said dismissively.
"Tomorrow?! What? No! The full moon's tonight. Don't you get it?" Stiles exclaimed.
"What are the both of you trying to do? I just made first line. I got a date with a girl who I can't believe wants to go out with me and everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you both trying to ruin it?" He asked us.
"We're trying to help you," Stiles exclaimed. "You're cursed, Scott. You know, and it's not just the moon will cause you to physically change. It also just so happens to be when your bloodlust will be at it's peak," He continued.
"Bloodlust?" Scott questioned.
"Yeah, your urge to kill," Stiles answered.
"I'm already starting to feel an urge to kill, Stiles," Scott said pointedly, looking at us both.
"You gotta hear this," Stiles started then began to read out of the book on his desk. "The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse." He stopped reading. "I haven't seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does. You gotta cancel this date. I'm gonna call her right now," Stiles finished, reaching for Scott's bag. I immediately sensed something bad was going to happen.
"What are you doing?" Scott questioned him.
"I'm cancelling your date," Stiles replied.
"No, give it to me!" Scott shouted, lunging for Stiles to reach his phone back off of my brother.
"Scott!" I screamed as Scott rammed Stiles into the wall beside his desk and then tipping his chair over. It went eerily silent in the room and I stared wide eyed at my friend who had turned so violent.
"I'm sorry," Scott said softly. "I- I gotta go," He added, walking to the door, past me. "I'm sorry," He said once more and then disappeared. Stiles banged his head against the wall in frustration.
"Are you okay?" I asked him softly and he nodded gently. I felt a shiver go through me again.
"We need to get to that party," Stiles said. I nodded in agreement as I saw the slash marks in the back of the now righted chair.
"I'm...uh... Going to get ready," I said and left the room in my own thoughts.
"Wow. This is a big party," Stiles said as we entered the house and looked around. I shot him an amused smile.
"It's only because you hardly come to one of these...now, come on, mingle." I said as I pulled him through the crowds. I saw a guy from the lacrosse team called Harry approach us,can easy smile on his face.
"Hey Elles," He said. "Hey, Stiles," He added to Stiles, who nodded in greeting. "So how come you dragged your brother here?" He asked me.
"Because I'm bonding with him," I replied. "You haven't seen Scott have you?" I asked him in addition. He shook his head.
"Not since he walked through here with the new girl...they might be by the pool though," He replied.
"Thanks Harry," I replied.
"No problem Elles and uh, save me a dance later?" He said with a wink before walking off.
"Please tell you're still a virgin?" Stiles whined a moment later. I swatted him in annoyance.
"Yes. Now, look out for Scott," I replied, then it caught sight of something that made me shiver again. Derek Hale was here. His gaze met mine and I stilled momentarily. I went to walk towards him and then I saw Scott walking towards Stiles and me, acting strange.
"Scott, you okay?" I asked him, putting my hand on his back. He just shrugged me off and went outside the house, Allison and I following him, watching him drive off. I looked around for Stiles and saw only Derek instead.
"Allison, I'm a friend of Scott and Ellie. My name's Derek," He said to Allison. His eyes flickered to me and so did Allison's. I nodded my head to her, feeling like Derek was doing this for a purpose to help us. "Would you like a lift home?" He then asked. Allison turned to me.
"I'm going to find Stiles and check on Scott," I told her. "I'm sure Derek will get you home safe," I added and she nodded and walked off with him to her car.
"Is that-?" Stiles questioned me and I nodded.
"Come on, we need to make sure Scott's okay," I said and headed towards our own jeep.
I entered Scott's house and ran to his room, banging on it.
"Go away," Scott said, sounding panicked.
"Scott it's us. Let us in," I said.
"We can help," Stiles added.
"No!" Scott exclaimed. "Listen, you gotta find Allison."
"She's fine, all right? She got a ride from the party...she's totally fine, all right?" I said in reply, reassuringly.
"No, I think I know who it is," Scott said.
"You just let us in. We can try-" stiles was cut off.
"It's Derek." Scott's words made me still and fear run through me. "Derek Hale is the werewolf. He's the one that bit me. He's the one that killed the girl in the woods," He finished.
"Oh my god," I said softly in fear. "Scott- Derek's the one who drove Allison home. I thought he seems safe," I added. Suddenly I heard banging from inside the room.
"Scott!" Stiles shouted.
"He's gone, Stiles. Oh my god, we need to get to Allison's," I said hurriedly as we made our way downstairs.
"Do you know where her house is?" Stiles asked me. I nodded as we made our way to the jeep once again.
I left the jeep running as I jumped out and hit the doorbell and then knocked on the door. I heard Stiles behind me as the door opened and a woman appeared.
"Hi, Mrs Argent," I greeted. "Um, you have no idea who I am. I'm a friend of Allison." I said. "This is going to sound crazy but...really crazy actually..."
"Allison! It's for you," Allison's mother called and Allison appeared on the landing balcony, her eyes on us curiously. I breathed out in replied and heard Stiles do the same behind me.
"Ellie? You okay?" Allison asked us.
"Scott hasn't been by or is here? By any chance?" I asked her. She shook her head. "Okay. Sorry to waste your time. We'll get a move on and let you know more later," I said hurriedly.
"Ellie? Is he okay?" Allison asked me, causing me to turn back to her.
"He's just freaked about something, Allison. I'll call you or text you later, I promise," I replied and she nodded with a thankful smile. I then led Stiles back to the jeep.
"So, now what do we do?" Stiles asked.
"I think we go home and sit tight to wait for Scott to contact us," Stiles went to protest. "Stiles. Whatever Derek was doing tonight, I believe it was to help Scott. So, let's just hope that he's okay. Besides we can't do anything, he's a werewolf.. He could hurt the pair of us before we actually help him," I finished. Stiles nodded.
"Let's get home then," He said.
The next morning, after no sleep, Stiles and I drove around to see if we could find Scott after no word from him all night. We drove around the woods when we saw him walking shirtless and we pulled up beside him, letting him get in. I grabbed Stiles jacket and pulled it around Scott's shoulders as we moved off again.
"You know what actually worries me the most?" Scott asked.
"If you say Allison, I'm gonna punch you in the head," Stiles quipped.
"She probably hates me now," Scott moaned.
"I covered you to some extent." I told him and he smiled to me gratefully.
"Yeah, but you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology. Or you know, you could just- tell her the truth and- revel in the awesomeness of the fact that you're a fricking werewolf," Stiles said. Both Scott and I gave him looks. "Okay bad idea." Stiles amended.
"Hey,we'll get through this. Come on, if we have to Stiles and I will chain you up ourselves on full moon nights and feed you live mice...well, Stiles can. That's not my forte but he had a boa once," I said, making the both of them smile at me and Scott grabbed my hand, holding it tightly.
