A/N: I do not own TeenWolf or any character, plot piece, etc., from the TV series.

"Stiles quit it!" I yelled as he dragged my textbook across the table and closed it. He has been trying to get me to play Call of Duty with him for the past hour and a half but I have a placement exam to take tomorrow to see if the school will let me drop my algebra class.

"No! If I get to drop this class then I get to stay at lunch for an extra hour!" I reached for my books but he held them behind his back out of my reach. "DAD!"

"Don't be such a tattle tale and enjoy the fun that is video games!" He dropped my books on the table and dragged me into his room.

"Fine, but when I beat you don't be a cry baby." I said grabbing a controller from him.

"Like that's gonna happen. In your dreams little sis." He turned on the console and then threw himself on his bed next to me.

"We'll see." I retorted as the game began. Stiles was only two minutes older than me and he never let me forget it. He also had the typical protective older brother complex, which I didn't mind most of the time.

Stiles and I were a lot of alike, but if you ask someone who doesn't really know us, they'll tell you differently. Unlike Stiles, I am really quiet in public. I don't feel as though I can trust people who I'm not close with to be myself around them. All the teachers love me because I can sit in class quietly and make amazing grades, while the student body loves my brother because he makes class entertaining with all his snide comments and distractions. Sometimes I wish I could be as outspoken as Stiles but then I'm glad that I think my actions through more than he does. Especially when he is in trouble all the time for following Dad around.

Dammit. Stiles was winning. If only he would stop paying attention for like two seconds… "So today after school, Lydia asked me about you."

Stiles dropped his controller and turned to me. "What?! What did she ask? What did you tell her? You didn't tell her anything embarrassing did you?" As he rambled on I ran up to his avatar and knifed him.

"HA! I beat you again!" I rejoiced as I jumped around on his bed. I fall onto his pillows laughing at the expression on his face as he realized my dirty trick.

"You know just because you managed to distract me right before I beat you, doesn't mean you get to be all cocky." He grabbed one of his pillows and hit me with it. "And that wasn't funny." His head snapped in my direction, with an all too familiar smirk on his face. "I'll show you funny." I jumped up with a squeal as he chased me. I almost made it through the door before he wrapped his arm around my waist and threw me over his shoulder.

"Stiles don't do it!"

"Oh dear sister, what is it that you mean?" He threw me down on his bed and started tickling me and I am extremely ticklish!

"Stiles! Ahaha. Stop it!" I squealed trying to get away. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. "DAD! HELP!" More laughing. "Stiles! I'm sorry! It- ahaha- it was just a joke!" I had tears running down my cheeks and my abs were starting to hurt from laughing so hard.

"Stiles, stop torturing you sister!" Dad appeared at the door. Stiles fingers stopped digging into my sides as he turned to look at him. I saw the window of opportunity and I shoved him off of me and grabbed a pillow, slamming it down on his head before running to stand behind Dad. I peeked my head out from behind his shoulder and saw my brother coming towards us with a pillow.

Dad raised his hand and pointed at Stiles. "Drop it." He wrapped his other arm around my shoulders as Stiles stuck his tongue out at me which I playfully returned. He mumbled a 'spoiled daddy's girl' under his breath as he started picking up the pillows that fell off his bed.

The sound of the phone ringing echoed in the house. "I'll get it." I said before jogging down the stairs to the kitchen. The phone call was for dad. When I got back to Stiles room I hated breaking up the scene of my dad and brother joking around together, but I handed Dad the phone telling him it was work. He excused himself and went down the hall to his office.

"Who was it?" Stiles asked glancing down the hall to Dad's office.

"It was the crime scene lab in L.A." Stiles eye met mine briefly before going back towards the room Dad just went into.

"C'mon. Let's see what they found out!" He grabbed my hand and brought me to the slightly ajar door that lead into Dad's office.

He brought his finger to his lips before pushing the door open a little more. I could see Dad. His back was to us and his hand was raking through his hair. "Well the body was found in the middle of the woods, so it's no surprise that there would be animal fur on it. We have no idea how long she was out there before we found her…. Well what kind of animal was it... Are you sure… No, it's just wolves haven't been in California in decades." Wolves? My eyes locked with my brothers. Scott was right. We both turned and headed back towards his room as quickly and quietly as we could.

"Something's not right with this." Stiles said as we sat on his bed.

"Well maybe we should talk to Scott. Have him tell us what he saw, exactly what he saw."

"Yeah, I'll get him to come over tomorrow after practice and see what we can find out about this stuff." He suggested as he laid back onto his pillows, not even bothering to get under the covers.

"Okay. I'll go straight home after school and get a head start." I got up and headed towards my room.

"Alright. Sounds like a plan. Night Macie."

I turned off his light as I walked out the door. "Good night Stiles."


When I got home from school I went straight into Stiles room and started to research. This theory was so crazy and far-fetched, but it was the only lead we had. There was so many myths and stories about werewolves and their weaknesses and how they slaughtered people.

Lycaon was believed to be the first werewolf. He was a king of Arcadia, who tested Zeus by serving him a dish of his slaughtered and dismembered son in order to see whether Zeus was truly omniscient. In return for these gruesome deeds Zeus transformed Lycaon into the form of a wolf, and killed Lycaon's fifty sons by lightning bolts, except possibly Nyctimus, who was the slaughtered child, and instead became restored to life. Legends say that after that night Lycaon was almost never seen, except for on the night of the full moon his howls of despair could be heard all across Greece. It never failed that on that night someone went missing. Some believed that those who were never seen again had become Lycaon's meals. Others believed that he found a way to turn them into what he had become.

There were dozens upon dozens of myths on how the werewolf came into existence. Most were rooted on the same belief, a cruel man was turned into a beast after his misdeeds and disappeared, and only to be heard when the full moon fills the night sky.

Werewolves have another weakness other than silver bullets. Wolfsbane. The herb is believed to have supernatural powers in the mythology relating to werewolves and other lycanthropes creatures. It is used to either repel them or in some way induce their lycanthropic form. Witches would often use wolfsbane in their potions and brews. It said that if it is inhaled, worn or eaten by werewolf, it could become poisonous.

Every new article I read I printed out. Every ancient drawing, every mythical god, every weapon believed to be harmful to them. Anything and everything that could be somehow related to what we believed was happening to Scott, I printed out. I had to text Stiles and tell him to bring home more ink and paper.

By the time Stiles got home, I had everything I found organized and set on his desk, ready for him to indulge in all the research I found. He even stopped at the library on the way home and brought some books for us to further our research.

I was laying on his bed reading a book called The Mystery of Lycanthropy and he was at his desk reading one of the articles I printed off when a knock on his door made us both jump. Stiles opened the door as I sat up. It was Scott. "Get in. You got to see this stuff." Stiles led Scott into his room and shut the door after him. "Macie and I have been reading for hours. Websites, books. All this information." Stiles rambled quickly as he started going through all the papers on his desk and around it on the floor.

"How much Adderall have you had today?" Scott asked as he put his backpack down.

I let a smile touch my lips. "Half a bottle."

"Shut up Mac! Doesn't matter, okay, just listen." Stiles grabbed a few more pictures off his desk before turning his chair towards me and Scott.

"Oh, is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?" Scott sat down next to me, taking the book from my lap and giving me a funny look when he read the title.

"No, they're still questioning people." I answered.

"Including Derek Hale." Stiles added.

"Oh, the guy in woods that we saw the other day." Scott said as he looked around Stiles room, taking in the piles of paper all over his desk and thrown on the floor and the stack of books on the bed, giving me and my brother strange glances.

"Yeah! Yes, but that's not it, okay?" Stiles started breathing heavy because he was speaking so fast, he wasn't even breathing while he was talking.

"Okay. What is it then?" Scott looked so confused and Stiles was too hyped up to explain it clearly.

"Remember the joke from the other day?" I asked turning towards Scott. He nodded for me to continue. "Well it's not a joke anymore." Scott looked at us with a face of pure confusion.

"The wolf!" Stiles yelled. "The bite in the woods. Me and Mac started doing all this research." He gestured to the mess that had become his room.

"Do you even know why a wolf howls?" I stood from the bed and grabbed one of the papers that I knew held information about it.

"Should I?" Scott joked.

"It's a signal, okay? When a wolf is alone, it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack."

Stiles jumped up then, "So if you heard a wolf howling, that means others could have been nearby. Maybe even a whole pack of them"

"A whole pack of wolves?" Scott looked up at us, he looked like he was finally understanding.

"No, werewolves." Stiles said it as if it was the simplest thing to just drop onto somebody like that. My brother doesn't know how to ease people into harsh, or unbelievable in this case, topics.

"Are you seriously wasting my time with this?" Scott stood up annoyed. "You know I'm picking up Allison in an hour." He grabbed his backpack off the floor.

"What…" I whispered taking a step back from them.

Stiles grabbed Scott's shoulder. "I saw you on the field today, Scott. Okay, what you did wasn't just amazing all right? It was impossible." I dazed off, my thoughts were much louder this conversation.

Scott was picking up Allison… Was he taking her to Lydia's party tonight? Scott had a date with Allison. The idea of that made my chest tighten. I knew that my chances of being with Scott were close to none but hearing he had a date with another girl hurt. Of course he would notice a girl like Allison. She was gorgeous, and she was really nice and I'm just his best friend's sister, and Scott knows how protective Stiles is when it comes to me. So of course he would never even waste his time thinking about me like the way he sees Allison.

Scott raised his voice and the anger in it brought me back to the current argument between him and Stiles, "What are you trying to do? I just made first line. I-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?!"

"We are just trying to help Scott." I said in a small voice I didn't even recognize as my own.

"You're cursed, Scott." Stiles flopped back down into his desk chair.

"The moon is not just gonna cause you to change physically. It also just happens to be when your bloodlust will be at its peak." I said in the same small voice as before.

"Bloodlust…?" Scott repeated.

"Yeah, your urge to kill" Stiles explained.

"Yeah well I'm already feeling an urge to kill, Stiles."

"Scott, you have to hear this!" My voice was starting to sound the same again. I grabbed the book I was reading off the bed and flipped through it to find the page I needed. "The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse."

"Alright! I haven't seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does!" Stiles words made the tightening feeling in my chest stronger. "You gotta cancel this date!" Stiles went over to Scott's book bag, looking for his phone. "You have to call her right now."

"What are you doing?" Scott reached for his bag.

"Cancelling the date!" Stiles got Scott's phone and started looking for the number.

"What? No! Give it to me!" Scott grabbed the front of Stiles shirt and shoved him against the wall roughly.

"Scott stop!" I yelled grabbing his arm before he hit my brother.

"Get off me!" He turned around so fast I didn't even see it until he shoved me off of him. My leg caught the corner of the bed and I fell. Scott looked at me and then back to Stiles before flipping over the desk chair. He was panting and his eyes kept looking back and forth between me, my brother and the chair. He muttered a quick apology before grabbing his stuff and running out of the room. I heard him call out another "I'm sorry," as he ran down the stairs.

Stiles helped me stand back up. "Macie are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Stiles…. Look." I picked up the chair and turned it around. There were three slashes down the back of the it. Claw marks. "We can't just let him go to that party alone."


"Are sure you want to go to this?" This is about the 10th time Stiles has asked me that.

"I said I'm fine. Can you just start the car please?"

"I know you're not fine Mac." He started the car anyway. "I'm sorry about the whole Scott thing."

"It's okay Stiles. I can handle a little fall to the ground."

"Not that. The date with Allison. I know you like him and all. That's why I wasn't gonna go tonight. I didn't want you to have to deal with that." I leaned my head against the window. I could feel Stiles looking at me and I didn't want to see the pity in his eyes.

"Can we just not talk about it?" And that was it. The rest of the ride to Lydia's house was filled with silence.

When we got to the party I jumped out of the car before Stiles could say anything. I saw Ms. McCall's car on the side of the driveway. Great, they're already here. I grabbed a drink when I got inside and headed out to the pool. Which I immediately regretted because that's where Scott and Allison were. They were dancing and laughing and they kept getting closer and closer together. I let my eyes wander off. I didn't want to be that creepy pathetic girl that watches her crush from afar when he is with other girls.

I was on my second drink when I noticed him. Derek. He was by the back gate. He was staring at something with a frown. I followed his gaze, he was watching Scott and Allison. When I looked back at him, he wasn't watching them anymore, he was looking at me. This time he was smirking. He gave a little nod before turning towards the pool house and…. Did he just... He just scaled the side of the house. I watched him as he jumped from building to building.

It was Derek! Derek was the one who bit Scott! I had to tell Scott! I was almost towards them when Scott all of a sudden ran back into the house,

Allison following him. I ran after them, I had to tell him about Derek. When I got to all the cars out front, Scott's car was already gone and Allison was still standing there talking to someone. As I got closer I realized it was Derek. They walked towards a black Camaro before they both got in and left.

This is not good! I ran back inside to find Stiles. He was dancing with some girl near all the coolers. I grabbed his arm and dragged him out front.

"Macie what's wrong?"

"Scott took off and then Allison left with Derek." We started heading towards his jeep.

"Derek was here?" He asked as he climbed in the car.

"Yeah and that's not it. It was Derek. He was the one who bit Scott. Derek is a werewolf." Stiles froze as he was turning the key in the ignition.

"How do you know that?"

"Stiles. He climbed up the side of building and then was jumping larges distances from house to house. If that doesn't scream werewolf to you…." I threw my hands up in defeat.

"Okay. Well who do we follow?"

"You take the car and follow Allison and Derek. I'm gonna go after Scott." I said as I climbed out of the jeep.

"Wait Macie. Are you sure that's a good idea? I mean, Scott isn't exactly the safest person to be around right now." I guess he's right, but I don't exactly want to follow after Derek either.

"Fine. Let's just go to Allison's house and see if she's there then we'll head to Scott's."

"Alright, sounds good." And with that we were racing to the Argent's house.


"Stay out here." Stiles said as he got out of the car and headed towards Scott's front door.

"What? No way! I'm co-" Stiles cut me off with a solid 'no' before I was even out of the car. The desperate look he gave me made me stay put.

"Fine." And then he ran into Scott's house.

Why did Derek take Allison home? She was perfectly fine. I started pacing next to the car. If Derek was a werewolf and out to get Scott wouldn't he want to take Allison as some sort of leverage to get Scott to do what he wants instead of safely driving her home from a party that Scott ditched her at. This stuff was starting to give me a headache.

All of sudden something jumped from the roof. It was Scott but he was different. His eyes were a glowing golden and his ears were pointed. The sides of his face had fur on them and his nails were longer and sharp. "Scott?" His head snapped towards me and a loud growl ripped from his throat, his fangs dripping with saliva. I took a timid stepped towards him and then he took off into the woods.

"Scott!" I yelled as I chased after him.

He was running abnormally fast and sometimes he would drop down to all fours and run like an animal. He had put a lot of distance between us but

I managed to catch up a little bit when he jumped on top of a black Camaro that was parked in an empty clearing. That must be Derek's car. It was the same one that was at the party. He sniffed the car and then took off deeper into the woods.

Scott finally stopped at a tree that had a jacket hanging from it. It was the one that Allison was wearing at the party. He kept turning around looking for something, and then someone tackled him to ground. It was Derek. They rolled down a small hill and then Derek dragged Scott to a tree. Derek whispered something to him and then ran off.

"Scott!" Before I even finished saying his name someone's hand clamped over my mouth and pulled me behind a thick tree.

"Shhh." He whispered in my ear. His hand dropped from my mouth and I turned around to face him. It was Derek.

There was a bright flash back towards where Scott was. When I looked up there was another bright light, but this time Scott cried out in pain. There was an arrow sticking out from his forearm pinning him against a tree. There was four men across from Scott, the man in the middle who I'm guessing was their leader had his crossbow raised towards Scott.

I started to yell for him but Derek covered my mouth again and pushed me against the tree, pinning me with his body. "Be quiet and don't move!" And then he was gone.

I don't know what it was that kept me from moving. I don't know if it was the fear of whatever was out there or if it was the authority in Derek's voice when he told me not to move. Either way, I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed myself into the tree and tried to listen to what was going on out there. I heard people grunting and the sounds of people falling or rolling on the ground, and then I heard Scott yell in pain and it became quiet. Until Derek and Scott ran past me. Derek grabbed my arm and pulled me along. "Let's go! Run!" So I ran.

We ran for a while. My legs were burning and lungs were on fire. Just when I thought I couldn't run anymore Scott dropped to his hands and knees and we all stopped. After we caught our breath Scott rolled over, and he was back to normal. He looked like the Scott that I knew again. "Who are they?" He asked looking to Derek for answers.

"Hunters." Derek's eyes kept scanning the woods the way we came. "The kind that have been hunting us for centuries."

"Us? You mean you! You did this to me!" Scott yelled standing back up.

"Is it really so bad Scott?" Derek stepped closer to him. "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 Scott."

"I don't want it!" Scott said leaning back against the tree in exhaustion.

"You will. And you're gonna need me if you want to learn how to control it." Derek put his hand on Scott's shoulder and leaned in closer to him. "So you and me Scott. We're brothers now." He took a step back and looked at me. I couldn't help but squirm as his eyes traveled down and back up my body. "And it would be better if you left your human friends out of this." With that he left.

Scott sunk back to ground clutching his wounded arm. "Scott are you okay?" I pulled his hand away and inspected the injury.

"I'm sorry Macie." He mumbled throwing his head back against the tree.

"It's not your fault Scott. C'mon we need to get you home and cleaned up. We can talk tomorrow" I helped Scott get back on his feet. We started walking to the road as I called Stiles to tell him that we were okay and where to come pick us up.

The sun was starting to rise when we finally saw a familiar blue jeep pull up next to us on the side of the road. I climbed into the back seat after a very tight hug from my very worried brother.

I was so exhausted from everything that has happened in the last 12 hours that I leaned against the window and propped my feet up on the seat next to me and was asleep before Stiles even turned the car back on.

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