DISCLAIMER: I do not own teen wolf. I only own Addison McCall and any other original characters.


"So, remind me again how you ended up in Mr. Lancaster's pool this morning?" I asked as Scott placed his bag back in his locker. He turned away from me, getting ready to shut his locker but someone beat him to it. His locker forcefully called shut, revealing Jackson with a crazy look in his eye.

"All right, little man. Pip Squeak." He said, looking at Scott, then me. "How 'bout you tell me where you're getting your juice." Jackson asked Scott.

"What?" Scott asked, clearly confused by what Jackson was asking.

"Where are you getting your juice?" Jackson repeated, but slower this time as if he was speaking to a child.

"My mom does all of the grocery shopping." Scott replied, still as confused as before.

"My God, Scott." I groaned at his stupidity. How this boy made it this far in life, is beyond me.

"Now, listen, McCall, you're gonna tell me exactly what it is and who you're buying it from, because there's no way in hell you're out there kicking ass on the field like that without some kind of chemical boost." Jackson ranted. Scotts eyes widened in realization.

"Oh, you mean steroids. Are you on steroids?" Scott asked Jackson, pissing him off. Jackson gripped Scotts jersey and pushed him harshly against the lockers.

"What the hell is going on with you, McCall?" Jackson snapped. I took a handful of the back of Jacksons jersey and pulled him as hard as I could to get him to let go of Scott.

"Back the hell off, dickface." I spat at him.

"What's going on with me? You really wanna know? Well, so would I! Because I can see, hear, and smell things that I shouldn't be able to see, hear, and smell. I do things that should be impossible, I'm sleepwalking three miles into the woods, and I'm pretty much convinced that I'm totally out of my freaking mind!" Scott yelled at Jackson, and letting out a big sigh at the end. Jackson chuckled sarcastically.

"You think you're funny. Don't you McCall? I know you're hiding something. I'm gonna find out what it is. I don't care how long it takes." Jackson said lowly before smiling his fist into the locker above Scotts head and stalking off. Scott sighed and leaned his head against the locker.

I walked out to the field and sat with Scott on the bench, much to Coach Finstock's dismay, but I'm pretty sure he's learned by now that i'll pretty much do as I please so there's no use in him really telling me to move anymore. We were in the middle of a conversation when we heard our friend yelling at us.

"Guys! Guys, wait up!" Stiles yelled, running up to Scott and I.

"Stiles, I'm playing the first elimination, man, can it wait?" Scott asked, gesturing to the field as he stood up. I stayed sitting down, but looking up at the two goofballs.

"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. Scott shook his head and picked up his helmet, not wanting to hear about this right now.

"Stiles, I gotta go." Scott dismissed him, turning and running on the field.

"Wait, no! Scott! You're not gonna believe what the animal was!" Stiles yelled, trying to race after him but tripping on his own to feet, landing right in front of me. I helped him up before sighing.

"It was wolf hair wasn't it?" I asked, once Stiles was seated next to me.

"It was a wolf." He confirmed nodding his head.

"Stiles, I don't think that joke you made the other day about lycanthropy is much of a joke anymore." I whispered. Stiles looked over at me for a moment.

"Yeah, unfortunately neither do I." He quietly replied.

The two of us then turned our attention to the field where the players were all loitering around talking. Coach slowly made his way to the middle of the field, blowing his whistle on the way.

"Let's go, gather round! Bring it in, come on! Come on!" Coach yelled at the players, motioning for them to form a circle around him. They stood in a huddle for a few minutes before they all yelled and went to where they were supposed to be on the field.

Stiles and I watched the game with sharp eyes, making sure we could always see Scott. At one point, when Scott had finally been tossed the ball, someone body checked him tot he ground almost as soon as he took off running. I winced as he made impact with the hard ground. When Scott and Jackson went to face-off, Scott actually somehow managed to get the ball away from Jackson causing Stiles and I to grin at each other. My eyes stayed with Scott as he smoothly made his way across the field, maneuvering around other players, until three was blocking him and he then just flipped over them like it was no problem, and immediately sending the ball into the goal, scoring for his team. As soon as the ball hit the ground coach blew his whistle, signaling the point.

"McCall! Get over here!" Coach called, waving Scott over to him. Scott pulled his helmet off and jogged over to coach. "What in God's name was that? This is a lacrosse field. What, are you trying out for the gymnastics team?" Coach asked.

"No, Coach." Scott answered.

"What the hell was that?" Coach asked once again.

"I don't know. I was just trying to make the shot." Scott told him, motioning to the goal.

"Yeah, well, you made the shot. And guess what? You're startin', buddy. You made first line." Coach told Scott. "Come on!" Coach yelled to everyone. Stiles and I looked at each other worriedly. When everyone sat back down to watch the rest of the practice I looked at Stiles.

"Do we even have a gymnastics team?" I asked, referring to what coach asked Scott.

"I don't think so, but I need your help after we leave. We need to do some research." Stiles said. I nodded in agreement. We needed to figure out what's really going on with Scott.

When Stiles and I left the school, we went straight to his house and up to his room, making sure to leave the door open so John didn't get the wrong idea. Not that anything like that would ever happen between Stiles and I, he was just as much of a brother to me as Scott was. The thought made me shudder. We got straight to work, looking up different things about werewolves, and the symptoms someone would get if they were bitten.

Later that day Scott and I made our way to Stiles' house, like he asked us to. We were going to confront Scott about what was going on. Try to make him understand that things weren't a joke anymore. Stiles swung his bedroom door open, letting out a breath when he saw us. We made tried eye contact and nodded, knowing we had to do all we could.

"Get in. You gotta see this thing. I've been up all night reading, and I literally haven't stopped since you left a couple of hours ago, Addie. Websites, books. All this information." Stiles rambled on, plopping himself down in his computer chair.

"How much Adderall have you had today?" Scott asked, causing me to chuckle.

"A lot. Doesn't matter. Okay, just listen." Stiles said, spinning around his chair.

"Oh, is this about the body? Did they find who did it?" Scott asked, sitting down beside me on the bed. Stiles shook his head.

"No, they're still questioning people, even Derek Hale." Stiles told us. My ears perked up at the guys name.

"Oh, you mean the guy in the woods that we saw the other day." I interrupted.

"Yeah! Yes. But that's not it, okay?" Stiles said, spazzing out a little, throwing his hand all around causing the papers in his hands to crinkle a bit.

"What, then?" Scott asked, confused as to why we were here when he had a date later he had to prepare for.

"Remember the joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore. The wolf. The bite in the woods. Addie and I started doing all this reading. Do you even know why a wolf howls?" Stiles exclaimed jumping up out of the computer chair.

"Should I?" Scott asked.

"It's a signal, okay? When a wolf's alone, it howl to signal it's location to the rest of the pack. So if you heard a wolf howling, that means that others could have been nearby. Maybe even a whole pack of 'em." Stiles explained to Scott.

"A whole pack of wolves?" Scott asked, completely astonished.

"No, werewolves." I cut in. Scott scoffed and stood up form his perch on the edge of the bed.

"Are you two seriously wasting my time with this? You know I'm picking up Allison in an hour." Scott said, grabbing this bag and starting towards the door. Stiles stepped in front of him, blocking his path.

"We saw you in the field today, Scott. Okay, what you did wasn't just amazing, all right? It was impossible." Stiles said, trying to convince him.

"Yeah, so I made a good shot." Scott said, brushing off everything Stiles has said.

"No, you made an incredible shot, I mean, the way you moved, your speed, your reflexes. People can't just suddenly do that overnight." I said, also standing up. Stiles grabbed Scott's book bag and threw it back on his bed, trying to delay him from leaving.

"And there's the vision, and the senses, and don't even think we don't notice you don't need your inhaler anymore." Stiles added onto what I had said.

"Okay! Guys, I can't think about this right now. We'll talk tomorrow." Scott said. I rolled my eyes, wanting to punch Scott for not listening.

"Tomorrow? What? No! The full moon's tonight. Don't you get it?" Stiles exclaimed.

"What are ya'll 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 trying to ruin it?" Scott raised his voice at us. I walked over to stand beside Stiles.

"We're trying to help. You're cursed, Scott. You know, and it's not just the moon will cause you to change. It also just happens to be when your bloodlust will be at its peak." Stiles informed him. Scott looked between Stiles and I.

"Bloodlust?" He asked. We nodded.

"Yeah, your urge to kill." I said softly.

"I'm already starting to feel an urge to kill, Addie." Scott snapped. Stiles quickly spun around to his desk, grabbing something.

"You gotta hear this. 'The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse.'" Stiles read out of a book, turning back around to look at Scott. "All right? I haven't seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does. You gotta cancel this date. I'm gonna call her right now." Stiles said, tossing his book to the side and standing up, going over to Scotts bag and pulling out his phone.

"What are you doing?" Scott asked, sounding as if he'd rather be anywhere but here at the moment.

"I'm canceling the date." Stiles said, taking the phone and attempting to walk around Scott.

"No, give it to me!" Scott yelled, grabbing Stiles and harshly pushing him against the wall, raising his fist as if he was about to punch him. I stood frozen, not being able to process what had just happened. When it registered I quickly made my way over to Scott and grabbed his arm, making him lower his fist. He jerked out of my grasped and grunted loudly, and hitting Stiles' computer chair, knocking it over. The room was silent apart from the boys ragged breathing, as Scott looked back and forth between the chair and his best friend, realizing what had just happened.

"I'm sorry." Scott finally rasped. "I gotta go get ready for that party." He stammered, slowly turning to the bed and taking his bag before walking to the door. He turned to Stiles again. "I'm sorry." He repeated in a stronger voice this time.

When he was gone I walked over and picked up Stiles' chair and walking back to sit on the bed. When I looked up Stiles was examining the back of the chair.

"Addie, look at this." Stiles said. He turned the chair around, revealing three deep gashes in the leather.

"We're going to have to keep an eye on him at this party." I said sighing.

I had just put the finishing touches on my makeup when my mom walked past my door. She flashed me a smile and leaned against the frame, looking at me.

"You look pretty sweetie." She told me. I glanced down at my black skater dress and black booties with a smile.

"I get it from my mama. I teased, walking up and hip bumping her. She let out a laugh and shook her head.

"Come on, lets go interrogate your brother." She said, nodding toward Scotts door. I followed her in his room and we waited for hi to exit the bathroom. When he came around the corner he jumped in surprise.

"Mom." He exclaimed, looking down embarrassingly.

"Is this a party or a date?" Mom questioned, getting straight to the point. I smirked as a light blush washed over Scott's face.

"Maybe both." He answered shyly. How cute, he was still embarrassed to talk to mom about girls.

"And her name is…" Mom asked.

"Allison." Scott said, the smile not leaving his face.

"Allison. Nice." She nodded, handing him the car keys. I widened my eyes, she never let Scott take the car. The one time she did before he almost ran over the old lady down the street because he wasn't paying attention.

"Thank you." Scott said, taking the keys from her.

"We don't need to have a talk, do we?" She asked him with a raised brow. He rolled his eyes.

"Mom, I'm not having the safe sex talk with you." Scott said, causing me to bust out laughing.

"Oh, my God." Mom laughed. "No, I meant about keeping the tank full. Give me those back." Mom said, snatching ket keys from Scott's hands as he looked at her with embarrassment written all over his face, making me laugh even harder.

"Are you serious?" Scott asked.

"You bet your ass I am serious. I'm not gonna end up on some reality television show with a pregnant sixteen year old." Mom ranted. I shook my head and went back to my room, checking to see when Stiles was picking me up.

When Stiles and I made our way into the party I grabbed his arm, making him turn back to me.

"We need to watch him every so often to make sure he's not shifting or anything, okay?" I told him. He nodded in agreement and went over to a group of people I recognized from school.

I went over to the drink table, grabbing an unopened can of Coke. I rarely drink, and I only do it when I am really in the mood for it. I looked up to find Scott staring at something. I followed his gaze to see the guy from the woods, Derek Hale, standing in the shadows. What was he doing here. I continued to watch him, as he turned around to look at a loudly barking dog. When he looked at it, it quickly quit barking. How did he do that? What was he even doing here? I made the split decision to go to talk to him, see if he knew anything.

"Hey, you're the guy from the woods the other day right?" I asked, not really knowing where to start off a conversation with him.

"Yep." He answered curtly. Okay, well then.

"Your name is Derek isn't it?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"You already know the answer to that question don't you." He said, finally removing his eyes from my brother and looking at me.

"Indeed I do. Just wanted to strike a conversation up. Ask why you might be doing at a high school party, when you look like you're in your twenties." I said, getting straight to the point.

"I just came to see something." He replied. Well, he likes to keep things short and sweet doesn't he?

"Someone or something?" I questioned. He rolled his eyes and looked down at me again.

"You sure ask a lot of questions, you know that?" He asked, completely ignoring my question.

"Yep, I'm quite aware." I smirked at him.

He was about to say something else when I heard something that didn't make me feel good at all.

"Scott! Scott, where are you going?" I heard Allison yell. When i turned back to tell Derek I had to go, he had already disappeared. I shook it off and ran up to Allison.

"What's going on?" I asked worriedly. She ran her hands through her hair, and shook her head.

"I don't know. We were dancing and everything was going good and then he just ran off." She said, almost in tears.

I took her arm and we went off after Scott. I pushed people out of the way as we made our way to the front of the house, hoping to catch Scott before he left. When he made it up there, all we saw were the tail lights growing more distant as he drove away.

"Damn it, Scott." I muttered under my breath.

"Allison, Addie." Derek voice sounded out from behind us. We both turned around to see him walking up to us. I looked at him curiously. How did he know our names? "I'm a friend of Scott and Addie here. My name's Derek." He said, walking up to us. Okay, as far as I knew the only time Scott had even spoken to Derek was when we were in the woods, so what was going on? I racked my brain for a moment, and only one thing made sense. There was only one way Derek knew who we all were.

"I already know who you are." I reminded him. He gave me a blank look before turning back to Allison.

"Yeah, but she doesn't. Anyway, Scott wanted me to give you guys a ride home." Derek said. Allison looked at me for reassurance. I nodded at her. I didn't know Derek that well, I didn't even know if he could be trusted, but I wanted answers as soon as Allison was out of the car.

Allison and I followed Derek to a sleek looking black Camaro. I nodded in appreciation of the vehicle. Allison slid in the backseat, saying that since 'I knew Derek' I should sit up front with him. He took off, the car filled with an awkward silence.

"Alrighty then, can we turn on the radio?" I asked, peeking over at Derek, looking fully at him for the first time tonight. He was wearing mostly back like he was last time, except instead of a black shirt under his leather jacket, this one was white.

"Sure, I don't care turn it wherever." He said. I gave him a big grin and leaned up, pressing the radio on and to some pop station. When he heard the song that was playing he rolled his eyes so hard I could practically hear it.

"Shouldn't roll your eyes that hard bud, they could get stuck like that." I teased him. He gave me a flat look, and just listened to Allison give him directions to her house. We soon pulled up to a large brick house, and I got out of the car, letting Allison out.

"I'm sorry my brother is such an idiot." I told her with a small smile on my face. She chuckled and shook her head.

"It's not your fault. Thanks for being there for me tonight. And make sure to thank your friend again for giving me a ride home." She said, motioning to Derek who was staring straight ahead.

"I will." I said.

She turned and made her way up to the house, as I climbed back into the car, ready to shoot off all of my questions to Mr. Tall, Dark, and Brooding.

"Alright buddy boy, now I have a few questions." I said as he pulled away from Allisons house. I reached up and turned the radio down so I wouldn't have to speak loudly. "First off, not a question, but I know what you are. Didn't take me very long to figure it out once you stared naming us off." I said. He looked over at me for a brief moment, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.

"Oh, yeah what's that? What am I?" He taunted me, like I was stupid.

"You're a werewolf. I saw you somehow make that dog stop barking, and I know there's no way you'd know who Allison, Scott, and I were unless you could hear things. Just like Scott can now. Which brings me to my first question: Are you the one that bit him?" I asked, turning in my seat to look at him.

"You're observant, I'll give you that. But to answer your question, no, I didn't bite him. But someone did, and I would like to know who." He said. My mouth dropped open in shock. I didn't expect getting information from him to be this easy.

"Okay, second question. Can I trust you not to hurt any of us?" I asked him. He sighed.

"First off, I don't want to hurt anyone. Secondly, what makes you think that you can trust me period?" He asked me. I shrugged.

"I figure that if you were going to hurt me you would have done it already. I also have a feeling that you're going to need our help just as much as we're going to end up needing yours. Even if Scott and Stiles decide not to trust you, I don't see a reason not to just yet." I said. The Camaro came to a stop, but we weren't at my house. We were at the preserve. My eyes snapped back over to Derek.

"Relax, I'm not going to kill you. Scott is going to come here, and I need to talk to him. Come with me." Derek said, reaching into the backseat and pulling out what looked to be like Allisons blazer, before getting out of the car.

"I have another question." I stated. He sighed as he continued to walk.

"Of course you do. What is it?" He said.

"How are you not feeling the full moon right now, like Scott is? How are you not transforming." I asked, trying my best to keep up with his long strides. He was taller than Scott and Stiles so it took even more effort to keep pace with him.

"Oh, I feel it. I've just learned to control it." Derek said as we reached a tree. He reached up and hung Allison's blazer from a branch and the tugged me off a little ways to hide.

It wasn't long before I heard someone running through the forest, rustling the leaves. My only guess that it was Scott, coming to try and find Derek.

"Stay here, and don't move." Derek whispered in my ear. I nodded and kept my feet planted firmly on the ground.

"Where are they?" I heard Scott growl. His voice echoing through the trees.

"They're safe. From you." I heard Derek say. I heard a yell, and then something, or well I'm assuming someone hit the ground and roll a bit.

"What did you do with them?" Scott asked angrily.

"Shh! Quiet." Derek said lowly. "Too late. They're already here. Run." I heard Derek growl before he took off running. I peeked out from behind the tree to see him running the opposite direction.

When Scott took off he didn't get very far before something hit a tree and a bright light exploded, causing me to shield my eyes for a moment. I could feel my heart thudding in my ears, worried for my brothers safety. I took another peek around the tree when I heard Scott groan in agony, only to see an arrow though his arm and going into the tree. My breath caught in my lungs when I looked over and saw three men holding weapons emerge.

"Take him." On of the men, who I'm going to assume was the leader directed. I looked around me to see if I could spot Derek. he was only a few trees down from me. I motioned for him to do something.

Derek took off running and lifted one of the men up, throwing him a good ways away. Well damn, he's strong. He grabbed the other man by the jacket and threw him into a tree, knocking him out. Jeez, I didn't even know that was possible. I watched as he ran up to Scott and broke the arrow out of his arm quickly and pulled him by the good arm, away from the last dude that was still standing. Derek ran towards me, letting Scott go as he came closer. When he reached me he quickly picked me up and carried me, like I weighed nothing more than a sack of potatoes. When we were a good distance away Scott finally stopped running and fell to his knees. Derek let me down and i ran over to my brother, making sure he was okay.

"You've been out here with him the whole time?" Scott panted. I nodded at him.

"Yeah, he didn't hurt me or anything. He made sure I was safe." I assured Scott.

"Who were they?" Scott said, leaning against a tree and looking up at Derek. I stood up and looked down at him.

"Hunters. The kind that have been hunting us for centuries." Derek told him. There's werewolf hunters too? Jesus christ, what else was next?

"Us? You mean you! You did this to me!" Scott yelled at him, pushing himself up and off the tree.

"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 that most people would kill for. The bite is a gift." Derek said, watching Scott closely.

"I don't want it." Scott complained.

"You will. And you're gonna need me if you want to learn how to control it. So you and me, Scott, we're brothers now." Derek said, placing a hand on Scott's shoulder. "Come on, I'll drive you home." Derek said as he turned to me. I followed after him slowly, turning to make sure Scott was okay, before catching up with Derek.

When the two of us were en route to my house I turned to look at Derek.

"Thank you for saving him. He might have too much pride to say it, but I don't. I don't know what I would do if something happened to hi and he got seriously hurt, so thank you." I told him sincerely.

"Don't mention it." Derek said as we pulled up to my house. I climbed out, thanking him for the ride home before walking into my house.

Scott never came home last night, so when I woke up this morning and saw his bed not slept in I called Stiles. He quickly picked me up and we set off towards the preserve to look for him. As we pulled over a hill i spotted him walking, his head hung low.

"There he is, pull over." I exclaimed, pointing to Scott. Stiles pulled the Jeep to a stop and Scott turned and saw who it was. I climbed over the seat and into the back, letting Scott have the front. When he was safely in the car and we were moving again, he finally broke the silence.

"You know what actually worries me the most?" Scott asked us. Stiles looked at me in the rearview mirror.

"If you say Allison, I'm gonna punch you in the head." Stiles told him in all seriousness.

"She probably hates me." Scott groaned. I rolled my eyes and reached up, smacking him in the back of the head. "Ow, what the hell was that for?" He asked.

"Of all the things you should be worried about right now, that should be near the bottom of your list." I told him.

"I doubt she hates you. 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 frickin' werewolf." Stiles said. I shook my head and reached up, this time hitting him in the back of the head instead of my brother. "Ow. Okay, bad idea. Hey, we'll get through this. Come on, if we have to, we can chain you up ourselves on full moon nights and feel you live mice. I had a boa once. I could do it." Stiles said, trying to lighten the mood.

Scott and I looked at each other and then Stiles, our face mirroring the same disgust. When Stiles saw our expressions he chuckled, obviously wanting that reaction from us.

On Monday after school Scott and I were sitting on a bench outside of school. He was waiting on Allison. I, on the other hand, was waiting on him. I nudged him when I saw Allison approaching.

"So what happened? You left me stranded at the party." Allison quipped as she walked past Scott and I. He grabbed his bag and followed her.

"Yeah, I know, I know. I'm really sorry, I am." He said, and that's all I heard before they left earshot. I kept my eyes on them though, making sure he didn't do anything too idiotic. It wasn't long before a burgundy SUV pulled up and honked the horn. Allison took off towards it, and a man came around, opening the door for her. When he turned around my jaw dropped.

"Holy shit." I said to myself. Allisons dad was the hunter that shot Scott. Well, things just got even more complicated.

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