I gave Scott the extra set of clothes of his that I keep in my jeep and he changes on the way to school. I break away from him to get my stuff for classes and we go throughout the rest of the day as if none of this supernatural stuff is going on. Then we go to Lacrosse practice and I see he is acting strange. "Did you apologize to Allison?"

"Yeah." He is almost zombie like.

I am hesitant to ask, "So is she giving you a second chance or…"

"Yeah."

"Yeah! All right, so everything's good!" I knew she would. I start to walk away again.

"No."

"No?"

"Remember the hunters? Her dad is one of them."

"Her dad?"

"Shot me…"

"Allison's father?"

"…with a crossbow."

I am still not sure that I can comprehend this new information. "Allison's fath-"

"Yes, her father! Oh, my God" Then he starts to freak out, and I try to calm him down.

"No, Scott, come on, snap back. You okay? Hey, all right. He didn't recognize you, right?"

"No, no, no, I don't think so…"

"Does she know about them?"

"Oh, yeah, I don't know. What if she does?" I probably shouldn't have said anything. But if these hunters are out to get my boy then he needs to be prepared. But this is not good if he is just going to keep freaking out. "This is gonna kill me man."

"Okay, just focus on lacrosse, okay? Here, Scott, take this." I shove his gear into his hands, "Take this ad focus on lacrosse for now, okay? That's all you gotta do, yeah? Here we go. I know it wasn't much of a pep talk, but I needed him to know that this would be all right. At least I hoped it would be.

Practice goes as usual for a while, but then they start going harder on Scott, and I think that all will be fine. I couldn't be more wrong. He slams into Jackson, and then he starts to shift on the field and I rush him back to the locker room.

When he starts to wolf out I can see it and I start backing away as fast as I can. I end up on the floor scooting back. I get up and try to use the lockers as a shield but then he jumps on top of them. I just keep edging around the locker room, trying to keep my distance. Being savagely torn to shreds isn't on my list of things to do today, or ever. The roaring and growling makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. I can only hope that I make it out of this alive. Cause if I don't then I am gonna haunt Scott for the rest of his dumb werewolf life.

I make it to the door, but I can't let him get out into the rest of the school. My back hits the fire extinguisher and I don't really know what else to do, so I grab it and spray him down, just as he is about a foot away from me. It distracts him long enough that I make it around the other side of the door and lean against the wall keeping the extinguisher to my chest ready to let another blast go. I hear him say my name and peer around the door to see if he is going to try and rip my face off again, but he just looks tired.

"What happened?"

I breathe a sigh of relief that he is normal again. The extinguisher falls from my hands when they go slack and I start to take off my gloves. I try to talk without sounding afraid or too pissed off. "You tried to kill me. It's like I told you before, it's the anger, it's your pulse rising. It's a trigger." I slump to the floor in front of him, letting all the adrenaline that was in my body dissipate and calm my breathing back to normal.

"But that's lacrosse. It's a pretty violent gam, if you hadn't noticed."

"Well, it's gonna be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field. Dude, you can play in the game on Saturday. You are gonna have to get out of it."

"But I'm first line."

"Is it worth it if you might seriously maim someone?" We don't say anything else, but I can tell that he is thinking. We change and leave. I drop him off at home, and go back to my own house.

The feeling of a panic attack coming on is not something I look forward to. I got them really bad right after my mom died, and it has been years since they stopped. But I feel like now that Scott has a little furry problem, I may be getting them back. This just adds a whole layer of stress that neither one of us needed. I miss the sense of normalcy I used to have. And this has only been an issue for what, a day? Is my life now?

I also did some snooping to figure out if Jackson will be able to play in the game coming up. Scott bashed him pretty hard. So I Skype him to let him know what's going on.

"So what did you find out?"

"Well it's not good. He has a separated shoulder."

"Because of me?"

"Because he's a tool." I don't want him to feel any worse than he already does, but that doesn't make the statement any less true. Jackson is a grade A duche.

"But is he gonna play?"

"Oh, they don't know yet. Now they're just counting on you for Saturday." I know that makes him feel worse, and I was about to say something try and make him feel better, but then I look at the screen and I see a shadow on his wall. There is someone behind him, but I can't just tell him. So I start to type. But I think his computer freezes up cause he doesn't react right away when I finish typing.

And then Derek is there and he pulls Scott against wall. And I start freaking out. But I don't know what to do. I feel like if he wanted to kill Scott he would have done it and not waited for Scott to realize he was there. So I don't think he means Scott any harm. And if what I have read was true then they would be pack and you don't just turn on your pack. Then I hear him threaten Scott. Well actually I don't hear what he said, but I can tell by the tone he used. Then he rushes off to the side to slip out Scott's window, and Scott is standing there panting. "DUDE! You okay!?"

Scott comes back over. "Yeah, I just need to go… I'll talk to you later."

"Scott, no, I can-" and the screen goes black because Scott disconnected. I grab at my head and roughly pull my fingers over my face. This will not lead to good things. Scott doesn't usually shut me out when shit gets bad. But I guess that nothing this major has ever happened before either. I go back to doing homework and more research. I will find a solution to this problem somehow, and when I do, well it won't be too soon.

Scott doesn't really say anything the next day, so I leave him alone and I try to focus on school. My grades aren't perfect, but I do pretty well. Then closer to the end of the day I see my dad talking to the principal so I grab Scott and make hi use his new werewolf powers so I can know what they are saying.

"Tell me what they are saying." I point over to where my dad is.

He listens for a minute. "Curfew because of the body."

"Unbelievable, my dad's out looking for a rabid animal. While the Jerkoff who actually killed the girl is just hanging out, doing whatever he wants." I am not really sure that Derek is the one, but so far all signs point his way.

"You can't exactly tell your dad the truth about Derek."

"I can do something."

"Like what?"

"Like find the other half of the body." I walk away needing my own space. I really want to tell my dad about this whole thing. I haven't kept a major secret from him like this before and it is kind of killing me a little. I don't want him wrapped up in this though. I don't think it would end well for anyone. So if I can just find the other half of the body, it can either prove that Derek is the killer, or that he is innocent, and he really has no connection to it at all. In my gut I feel like it is going to be something closer in between those two things, but we won't know anything if the other half of the body stays missing.

I am being kinda sulky when Scott texts me that he may have found something. That snaps me out of my pity party, and I rush over to Scott's place. I use the key I made to go through the front door and rush up the stairs, not even bothering to knock on his door before I barge in. "What did you find? How did you find it? Where did you find it? And yes, I've had a lot of Adderall. So…" I needed to focus, and it helps so now I am focused. Maybe too much?

"I found something at Derek Hale's" He acts like my spazzing out is nothing new, which it isn't.

"Are you kidding? What?"

"There is something buried there. I could smell blood."

"That's awesome. I mean, that's terrible. Whose blood?" Sometimes I focus too much and I don't really think about what I am saying till after it leaves my mouth. It usually gets me into more trouble than anything else, but I am pretty safe around Scott.

"I don't know. But when we do, your dad nails Derek for the murder. Then you help me figure out how to play lacrosse without changing. Because there is no way I'm not playing that game."

I agree with him more because I want to find out what the hell is going on. I don't think that he should play the game but I don't think I will be able to talk him out of it. When he gets an idea in his head, it is really hard to change his mind. Plus it's not like I can just tell the coach, 'hey, so Scott can't play the game because he is actually a werewolf, and might kill someone on the field.' So I guess the best I can do is try to find him a way to play without killing anyone in the process. Just call me Batman, figuring out all the mysteries that life presents me.

We decide that he has to smell the half of the body that they found in order to make sure it matched what he smelled at Derek's. So while he goes to the morgue I wait in the hallway and try to look as inconspicuous as I can. But then I see Lydia, and whenever I see her I always seem to make an ass out of myself. This time should be no different.

I walk up to her to introduce myself. We have gone to school together since third grade, but I don't think she has ever once looked in my general direction. And if she has she didn't really see me. "Hey, Lydia. You probably don't remember me, um, I sit behind you in Biology." She has her normal bored face on so I just keep talking. That's me, a talker. Filling the silence with talk. "Uh, anyway, I always thought that we just had this kind of connection. You know, unspoken, of course. Maybe, it'd be kinda cool to get to know each other better?"

"Hold on. Give me a second." At first I thought she was talking to me but then she pulls a bluetooth out of her ear and I realize she didn't hear a single word I just said, which makes me feel both infinitely better and worse at the same time. "Yeah, I didn't get any of what you just said. Is it worth repeating?"

I chuckle nervously, and think about it for a second. I want to say it again, but I think I am done making and ass of myself for tonight. "No, sorry."

I awkwardly sit down around the corner from her. Why do I love this girl? Besides the fact that she is gorgeous, smart, and has one of the sharpest wits around. I have no idea. She is so out of my league, and I know it. But that still won't stop me from trying. Maybe someday she will see more than just an awkward geek. Maybe someday she will even see me.

I open the nearest magazine, not even really paying attention to what it is about. I'm reading without really understanding the words. My attention is split by waiting for Scott and trying not to focus on Lydia. Then Jackson comes out. And now it makes sense what she was doing here in the first place. I can't help but overhear their conversation and of course I am watching trying to not be obvious, which I know I am failing at.

When they start kissing I am not surprised by the action, I was expecting it. But what does catch me off guard is the feeling I always get when I see them kiss, isn't as intense as usual. I'm not really sure why though. Maybe it's because of this whole mess Scott and I have gotten ourselves into. I don't have to wait long before they walk away and I am pulled out of my own thoughts by someone ripping the literature out of my hands, "Holy God!"

"The scent was the same." And I am instantly pulled out of any Lydia induced thoughts.

"You sure?" I stand up so we can get moving on the next part of my plan.

"Yes."

I give a slight sigh. I was really hoping that he wasn't the killer, although I am not sure why. "So he did bury the other half of the body on his property."

"Which means we have proof he killed the girl."

"I say we use it."

"How?"

"Tell me something first. Are you doing this because you want to stop Derek or because you want to play in the game and he said you couldn't?" I am not really sure where Scott is coming from. I can sense two sides of himself warring against each other, and I think that the last few days have been the furthest I have felt from him. Normally he tells me everything, and I still feel like he is hiding something, but I don't trust myself at the same time. It's not like I haven't ever held anything back. I hold back all the time. But no one really needs to know that. No one needs to know what goes on in my head all the time.

"There were bite marks on the legs, Stiles. Bite marks."

"Okay. Then we are gonna need a shovel." The fact that I was already prepared for this doesn't fool either of us. So we head to the ruins of the Hale house. Scott gets out to see if Derek is still there, and when he finally leaves it's nearing midnight and we drive up slowly. We grab the shovels, and a flashlight and head to where the body is.

"Wait, something different."

"Different how?"

"I don't know. Let's just get this over with." We set the light down and start digging. Its slow going. Takes us longer than I thought it would. But then again, I have never dug up a grave before either. I am just glad that I don't think some of my plans through all the way, because if I did, I think that I might actually throw up right now. We work in silence for an hour or two, I stopped keeping track, just trying to get this done as fast as possible.

"This is taking way too long."

"Just keep going."

"What if he comes back?"

"Then we get the hell outta here." What else would we do Scott? Stick around? See if he would ask us in for a drink?

"What if he catches us?"

"I have a plan for that."

"Which is?"

"You run one way, I run the other. Whoever he catches first, too bad." I shrug my shoulders a bit with the last comment. I really need to think things through more before I go all into a plan that wasn't that smart to begin with.

"I hate that plan."

Not too much longer we hit pay dirt. Pun so intended. "Okay, stop, stop, stop." We clean the rest off by hand and I go to untie the knots he made. What was he a freakin boy scout? After we untie the rope, we pull back the hemp material that is covering the body, only to find a dead wolf. Needless to say we both freak out and jump clear of the shallow grave.

"What the hell is that!?"

"It's a wolf."

"Yes, thank you captain obvious. I can see that. I thought you said you smelled blood? As in human blood?"

"I told you something was different."

"This doesn't make sense." But it kind of does. I mean Derek is obviously a werewolf too. So maybe this girl is one as well.

"We gotta get out of here."

"Yeah, okay, help me cover this up." As we go to start reburying the body I happen to look up and see a purple flower. I know what that flower is. Scott notices that I am not moving, "I think that's wolfsbane."

"What's that?"

I give him an incredulous look. "Haven't you ever seen The Wolf Man?" He shakes his head no. "Lon Chaney Jr.? Claude Rains? The original classic werewolf movie?"

"No, what?

"You are so unprepared for this." How is it that he is the werewolf, but I know more about them than he does? I would ask him if he has been living under a rock, but I know that really he just lives in his only little world. I get up and go over to the flower and when I pull it up is attached to a rope. And in the rope is more wolfsbane. After I have the rope pulled away from the spiral it made around the grave we look back in and now where the wolf was, is the other half of the girl. I guess we caught him. Now we just have to tell my dad.

The next day when Derek is being arrested we manage to get there and stay out of the way enough that my dad isn't making us leave. When Derek is escorted out of the ruins of the house he still is able to pull off a brooding hottness that no one else can. Did I just imply that Derek is hott? I mean you would have to be blind to not recognize that. But did I think Derek was hott? I push this out of my mind when I see that they left him alone in the police cruiser and I think this would be a perfect opportunity to ask him a few questions. So I quietly walk over, and I can see Scott trying to tell me no, but my curiosity is too much. So I slide in the front and turn around to face him. And right away I am struck by how good he looks even when he is about to be charged with a felony. There is something about those green eyes.

"Okay, just so you know, I'm not afraid of you." He just glare up at me, and I know that he can tell I'm lying. "Okay, maybe I am. Doesn't matter. I just wanna know something, the girl you killed, she was a werewolf. She was a different kind wasn't she? I mean she can turn herself into an actual wolf and I know Scott can't do that. Is that why you killed her?" Before he even answers I have this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach telling me that he isn't the killer and we just set him up somehow. Yeah he may have buried the body, but maybe he was just giving her a proper werewolf burial. And I can feel all kinds of guilt come rushing to the surface, but it is too far gone to back away from it now.

"Why are you so worried about me when it's your friend who's the problem?" As he keeps talking the guilt gets bigger and I know he is right. And that I should have been more focused on helping Scott than trying to blame Derek. "When he shifts on the field, what do you think they're gonna do, huh? Just keep cheering him on. I can't stop him from playing, but you can." His gaze gets more intense and then he leans forward which has me leaning back further, but not because I am afraid, well not afraid of him, but of the closeness. Even though there is a metal grate separating us, I get the feeling that if he wanted to escape it would fairly easy for him. "And trust me, you want to."

Before I can say anything in return I am being yanked out of the car and off to the side by dad. "There stand." I sigh in preparation for the lecture is about to come. This will probably be a common theme from now on. So I better get used to it. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I'm just trying to help." Which is actually the truth, I am. But I seem to to be doing more hindering than helping lately.

"Uh-huh. Okay, well, how about you help me understand exactly how you came across this."

"We were looking for Scott's inhaler."

"Which he dropped when?"

"The other night." I say this all without thinking. Like always.

"The other night when you were out here looking for the first half of the body?"

"Yes." When else?

"The night that you told me you were alone and Scott was at home?"

"Yes… No. Oh, crap." I walked right into that one.

"So you lied to me?"

"That depends on how you define lying?"

"Well I define it as not telling the truth. How do you define it?"

Insert witty remark said as more of a question then and answer. "Reclining your body in a horizontal position?"

"Get the hell out of here."

"Absolutely." I say before he can finish his sentence. If this is the worst I am going to get for this, then I can handle that. I didn't really get any information out of Derek, but I think that I need to try and stop Scott from playing in the game tonight. Hopefully he will listen to me.

On the way back Scott starts to look on his phone for and mention of using wolfsbane for burial. I am not sure how to bring up the topic of not playing so I go along with is for now. When he starts to freak out in the jeep while we are driving I start to get nervous. When I get nervous I talk and I fidget. Neither one of them are helping the situation any. Then he finds the wolfsbane rope in my bag and he starts to wolf out on me. So I stop the Jeep and grab the bag. After I fling it into the woods, I turn around and he is nowhere to be seen.

I go and find my backpack but put the rope in the trunk and then get back in the driver's seat and start driving trying to find him. I call dispatch to see if they have gotten any weird calls recently but Tanya? I think its Tanya. Hangs up on me and I am at a loss for what to do. I go by his house to see if he is there, but he isn't. I check all of your usual hang outs, but I don't find him anywhere. I leave him a few messages on his phone but surprise, surprise; he never gets back to me.

Before I know it is time to get ready for the game and I still haven't heard from him. As I walk through the Locker room I seem him sitting on the bench putting his gear on. "You gonna try to convince me not to play?"

"I just hope you know what you're doing." I am trying to guilt trip in into not playing but I don't think it really matters what I say it this point. Nothing is going to stop him.

"If I don't play, I lose first line and Allison."

This makes me see red as it were. "Allison's not going anywhere. And it's one game that you really don't need to play. You could really hurt someone out there."

"I wanna play. I wanna be on the team; I wanna go out with Allison. I want a semi-freaking normal life. Do you get that?" It just goes to piss me off further that he is acting like a five year old.

"I get it, but do you? Our actions have consequences, and I don't think that we have thought about those too much the last few days." He shoots me this questioning look. I sigh. "I don't know why, but after my talk with Derek in the cruiser, I don't think he is the killer. And I think that we just set him up to take the fall for something he didn't do." Scott looks at me like I am crazy. I shake my head and sit down next to him. "Just try not to worry too much while you're out there, okay? Or get to angry."

"I got it."

I actually stop myself there even though I can feel more words itching their way up my throat. I head out to the field and take my usual place at the bench and try to stay calm, but my nerves are fraying at the edges and I start twitching. Then my dad comes up behind me, "Hey kid."

"Hey."

"So do you think you will see any action tonight?"

"Oh there will definitely be some action." As he walks away, "Just not the kind of action you might be hoping for." One of the guys on the other side of me gives me a look, and I just ignore it. I am keeping my eyes on Scott silently willing him to stay calm, to not wolf out, and to not kill anyone. That would make for a great game. At this point I don't really care if we win or lose.

Jackson is his usual douchebag self and I can see that Scott isn't going to get the ball; I can see his face, but it only stake so long before you can tell he is getting angry. The moment the wolf comes out I can tell. I stay seated fidgeting nervously. I am happy we are winning, but I can see he is getting worse as the game goes on. Thank God it is almost over. Then in the last minute of the game he veers off course and just kind of stands there. He finally takes the shot, and I breathe a sigh of relief that the game is done. I think I see him leave the field and I am about to go after him, when my dad gets a call, and I can tell that this is not good news for us.

After Dad tells me what the call was about I head to the locker room. It's about the only place I think that they will be. As I walk in I see them kissing and I back up a bit so as to not intrude on their moment alone. Allison leaves with a smile and Scott comes over to me with the dopiest grin on his face. "I kissed her."

"I saw."

"She kissed me."

"Saw that too." I hate to ruin his moment. "It's pretty good huh."

"I don't even know how, but I controlled it, I pulled it back. Maybe I can do this. Maybe it's not that bad."

I can ruin this for him now. "Yeah. We'll talk later then." I go to move away keeping a tight smile on my face. Sometime I can't hide things and this, unfortunately, is one of those times.

"What?"

"The medical examiner looked at the other half of the body we found." The guilt is almost crushing me at this point. And if I don't get it out soon I might burst. "And to keep it simple, they determined that the killer of the girl was an animal, not human. Derek's human not animal. Derek isn't the killer like I thought. So Derek is out of jail"

"Are you joking!?"

"No and the worst part about all of this is that my dad ID'd the dead girl, both halves. Her name was Laura Hale."

"Hale!"

"Derek's sister." Scott tries to wrap his head around this new bit of information, but I can even deal with my own guilt let alone his. So I walk away and try to think of some way to make up for the major fuck up I helped to create. I mean what do you do to apologize to someone who you have accused of killing their own sister. Their only family left. Flowers? A fruit basket? Nothing really seems be enough. Maybe with enough time forgiveness can be earned. And I do want it. But I am not entirely sure why I want it as bad as I do.