Chapter 2: Wolf Moon part 2

Scott went to bed with a smile on his face as the events of today replayed for him. He aced his tryout and Allison was going to the party with him. He nuzzled down in his bed and soon rolled over until he faced the wet ground. He then got up to his feet to realize that he wasn't in his room anymore but in the middle of the woods. He only had on his boxer shorts and was barefoot in the middle of the foggy woods in the early morning. How did he get there?

He backed up a bit before he hit something and he turned around and let a scream loose as soon as the other guy screamed.

"Stiles?" he shrieked.

"Scott?" Stiles shrieked back.

Stiles was dressed in his pajama bottoms and had a faded shirt on but was also barefoot and was looking as lost and confused as Scott was.

"What are you doing out here?" asked Scott

"What am I doing here? I don't know. I went to bed and the next thing I know I'm out here. What about you?" Stiles said taking his appearance.

"Me too. Did…did we sleepwalk here?"

That didn't make any sense to Stiles. Even if they both sleepwalked last night, why would they sleepwalk to the same exact spot?

Their conversation was cut short when they noticed heard some wood cracking out in the distance and a dark shape was hidden off in the fog. It looked big and it was down on all fours, like a wolf. The two of them tensed at the sight and they started to slowly move away, but the thing started to slowly trail after them. The two of them then broke into a frenzied run. The beast then started to run off too.

They ran up a hill and came up to a fence and the two of them jumped it before they landed in water. The two of them broke the surface to come up to a man watering his plants.

"Morning," Scott said timidly while Stiles gave the guy a friendly wave.

The two of them managed to leave from that without that man choosing to do anything more than ask them to leave. It was not fun for either of them to trek back to their homes, soaking wet. Stiles was getting ready for school when he started to hear his dad's voice again. He was on the phone and the word 'fiber analysis' was heard from the person on the other end. Stiles hid off to the side and closed his eyes as he listened in on every word that his father was sharing with the coroner.

Scott was at his locker at school after school to stow his extra things away when his locker door was suddenly shut from under him by Jackson. Scott saw that he looked pissed.

"Alright little man, why don't you tell me where you're getting your juice?"

"What?"

"Where, are you getting, your juice?" he asked again more slowly and roughly.

Scott wondered why he wanted to know that. "My mom does the grocery shopping," he found himself saying.

That seemed to piss Jackson off more. "Now listen McCall, you're going to tell me what it is you're taking and who you're getting it from because there is no way in hell that you're kicking ass out there on the field without some chemical boost. You or that spastic friend of yours."

Scott's eyes widened. "Oh you mean steroids. Wait, you want steroids?"

Jackson flipped and grabbed him. "What the hell is going on with you McCall?!

"You really want to know?!" Scott shot back. "Well so would I, because now I can see, hear and smell things that I shouldn't! I'm doing things that should be impossible and I'm sleepwalking three miles into the woods and I'm going out of my frickin mind!"

Scott was breathing out hard but didn't find himself trying to go for his inhaler like usual. But he was feeling a bit better to just let all of that out though.

But Jackson didn't share in his relief. "You think you're funny, don't you McCall? Something is going on around here. With you and whatever it is I bet that your buddy Stilinski is in on it too. And I'm going to find out what it is. I don't care how long it takes but I am going to find out." He then hit the locker at the side of his head for good measure.

Scott put what happened in the back of his mind as he got himself ready to play.

"Scott." Scott looked over to see Stiles heading for him. "Scott, you are never going to believe this! I overheard my dad on the phone and-"

"Stiles, I'm playing the first elimination. Can't it wait?" he said as he rushed to finish gathering his stuff.

Stiles just grabbed him. "The fiber analysis came back from the lab in LA. They found animal hair on the body they found in the woods!"

"Look, I gotta go," Scott said as he grabbed his helmet and went for the field.

"No, wait," Stiles called out after him. "Scott, you're not going to believe what the animal was." But Scott had run off. "It was a wolf," he finished softly.

Scott got to the field with the rest of the people in the first elimination. He caught sight of Allison who waved over at him and he smiled as he waved back.

"Got a question McCall?" Coach asked.

"What?"

"You raised your hand, you have a question?"

"No," he said lamely. "I was just…sorry."

Coach gave the team one of his patented speeches. Mixing in praise as well as a good bit of ridicule that he seemed to think would get everyone pumped.

The elimination began and Scott was moving about to try and keep the momentum from his last practice going. However, Jackson was determined to stop him as he slammed him down out of nowhere. He flashed Scott a smug looking expression before he took off. Scott inwardly growled as he picked himself up.

Stiles was watching the whole thing and at the sight of Jackson just knocking his friend over for the hell of it made his clench his hand into a fist as he growled. After he did he shook his head. Where did that come from? He rubbed his forehead but felt something sticky and he looked at his hand to find some blood from some scratches that his fingernails dug into. He could smell the fresh blood on his nails but he wondered how that was since they were so blunted.

Scott was then brought into the new set with Jackson right in front of him. Scott spared him a mild glare and then swiped the ball when the whistle blew and dashed around him. He then came up to a guy blocking him but Scott sidestepped around him.

Stiles eyes zoomed in on Scott as he ran passed Jackson and from how he twisted his foot Stiles guessed that Scott was going to sidestep the next guy and just a moment later he did. When Scott came across two guys, Stiles took note of how Scott's body was bracing himself. Was Scott going to jump over them?

Scott came to the two guys trying to intercept him but he went and hopped right over them. He landed on his feet ahead of them and then made the shot at the goal getting nothing but net.

Everyone crowded over to him to compliment Scott for his amazing dash across the field. Stiles was on the bench with his face stuck on astonished. Not just at what Scott did but at how he was able to closely follow his moves from where he sat. He then went for his bag.

"McCall, get over here!" Coach yelled. Scott went over but to him smiling but the Coach wasn't. "What the hell was that?! Are you trying out for the…gymnastics team?"

Scott face fell. "No. I was just trying to make the shot."

"Well, you did. And you know what else. You're starting buddy. You made First line."

Cheers were heard as Coach's words took effect. Jackson ripped his helmet off as he glared off at McCall. Now he knew for sure that something was going on with him. He went to glare at Stilinski at the bench but noticed that his friend was quickly taking off for some reason.

Scott went to look for Stiles but found that he was gone. Where did he go? He was going to miss the next elimination.

Stiles had immediately left the field after Scott's display and was now back in his room, and was scouring web pages on anything related to bites, animal attacks and lycanthrope legends. He came upon pages of Lycaon, the Beast of Gevaudan and on wolfsbane. He took in the images and passages of folklore that passed by the screen. He started to pace as everything that's been happening to him and Scott started to frighteningly make a lot of sense. His eyes went over to his post board. He went and took a pushpin out and looked at the point. His eyes fell to the open page on his screen that said that werewolves had healing powers. There was one way to be sure. He brought the point of the pin to his finger and went and ran it across. He hissed as he now had a thin cut across his finger. No, that definitely wasn't his best plan.

He went to the bathroom and ran his finger across warm water and went for a paper towel to clean his cut off but when he wiped the blood off his eyes widened at the sight of his skin knitting itself together. The cut was healing up and soon it was gone. Stiles ran his other fingers across it but there was no sign of the cut anywhere. It was like he hadn't cut himself at all.

"Oh, we are so screwed," Stiles muttered as he looked at his healed finger.

There was then a knock on his door that made him nearly jump off the ground. He opened the door to see Scott's smiling face. "Hey."

"Oh good, get in." Stiles then went back to his computer to the piles of stuff he printed as Scott came in after him. "Stiles, what was with that disappearing act at tryouts? You missed your elimination."

"Yeah, I know but I've been looking up everything I could since last night. You've got to see this."

Scott gave him a once over as he took in all the scattered papers. "How much Adderall have you had today?"

"That's just it…none."

Scott widened his eyes. "You haven't taken any?"

"No, not a pill. I haven't needed it, but you know what, that doesn't matter. You won't believe what I found."

Scott tossed his bag on the bed. "This about the body? They find out who did it?"

"No, they're still questioning people. Even Derek Hale."

"The guy we saw in the woods?"

"Yeah, but that's not it!"

"What then?"

Stiles cleared his throat. "Uh, you remember the other day? That joke that I made. Not a joke anymore." Scott still didn't seem to get it. "You know, the bites we got in the woods. You said you heard a howl right?"

"Yeah."

"Do you know why a wolf howls?" Scott shook his head. "It's a signal. Wolves howl to signal their location to the other members of their pack. I think there might be more than one out there, maybe a whole pack in the woods."

"A whole pack of wolves?"

"No, a pack of werewolves."

Scott stood up then. "Are you seriously wasting my time with this? You know I'm picking up Allison in an hour."

Stiles held up his hands to stop him. "No Scott, I saw you out there on the field. I mean, really saw you. I could see your moves to the smallest detail and I could actually predict how you were going to move before you did it."

"Predict it? What, like you were psychic?"

"No, it was more like I could super focus on reading the signals you were giving out and instinctively knew what you were going to do. Things that you shouldn't have been able to do. How you moved out there, it wasn't just amazing, okay, it was impossible."

Scott stared at him with a blank face. "So I made a good shot," he shrugged as he tried to leave again.

But Stiles stopped him again and even took his bag from him and tossed it aside. "No Scott, you made an incredible shot. Your moves out there too. People can't just do that stuff overnight."

"What are you talking about?! You were incredible too. If you had just stayed then you might've made first line too."

"I know! I was incredible, and I know that I shouldn't have been either."

"What?"

"And look," he said as he lifted his sleeve. "Notice anything?"

Scott looked at Stiles arm but didn't see anything. "There's nothing there."

"Exactly!" he said putting his sleeve down. "Scott, there's nothing. My bite's gone."

"What?" Scott then looked up into his eyes. Okay, that was strange. He then remembered that his own bite at his torso was also gone. He didn't want to admit it but he was starting to feel a little worried now.

"Scott, don't you see? It's not just what happened at tryouts. It's everything. The vision, the hearing, the smelling, me not needing my Adderall and don't think I didn't notice that you don't need your inhaler either."

"Okay!" Scott huffed impatiently. "But I can't think about this now. We'll talk tomorrow."

Stiles shook his head. "Tomorrow?! Scott, you still aren't getting this. The full moon's tonight!"

"What are you trying to do Stiles?!" Scott cut in. Stiles just went to his desk and went for some papers and a book. "Okay, I made first line and I have a date tonight with a girl I can't believe wants anything to do with me! For once, everything in my life is somehow perfect, why are you trying to ruin that?!"

Stiles snapped and stood up from his chair as he threw the book straight down into the ground. "Ruin it, Scott I'm trying to save your damn life! Both of our lives!" he thundered. His blood was pumping hard through his head that he could feel it vibrating in his ears. In his mind, knocking Scott around one side of his room to the other was sounding like an appealing thing to do. But Stiles just took a deep breath and shoved all that down to his gut as he tried to get his calm back. Scott had flinched when he had done that and Stiles didn't like seeing that. He'd never been angry at Scott like that before, where he wanted to really hurt him and it bothered him but maybe his reaction will finally help him get through to his friend. "We're cursed Scott," he said slowly regaining his calm. "The full moon, it's not just going to change us physically. It's going to affect us mentally. It just so happens that is when our bloodlust will be at its peak."

"Bloodlust," he repeated flatly.

"Yeah, you know…the urge to kill."

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

Scott was looking pissed off at him and Stiles bit the inside of his tongue as his own aggravation was flaring up again. He went for the book he threw and tried to stay focused on getting him to listen. "Look, listen to this," as he turned to the page he marked. "Change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse." He then snapped the book shut. "Alright, and I haven't seen anyone raise your pulse the way that Allison does. Okay, you've got to cancel this date." He then went for Scott's phone.

"What are you doing?" Scott asked tirelessly.

"Calling Allison and cancelling your date."

"No!" Scott shouted as he threw Stiles against the wall

"Get off me!" Stiles shouted back.

Scott went to raise his fist and punch Stiles but his friend went and blocked it with his palm. The two of them were glaring hard at each other, stuck and struggling against each other's rage. Scott then pulled back and threw Stiles chair away. Scott and Stiles were both breathing hard as they kept their heated looks on each other.

Scott settled a bit as he quickly grabbed his phone and went for his bag. "I'm sorry. I have to go." He then stopped again at the door to look at Stiles who still hadn't moved from his spot. "I'm sorry," he said again.

Stiles just breathed out hard from his nose and then went and knocked some of the things from his desk angrily out to the floor. Scott's jaw stiffened at that and he then left. Stiles leaned back and bounced off the wall as he went to pick up his chair. As he lifted it he noticed four long lines cut into it. Claw marks. He then looked back to the door his friend just walked out of. Now he was deeply regretting just letting him go.

Stiles went through the closet for his father's spare gear. He was looking for his spare set of handcuffs. The moon was coming out and he could already feel himself burning up on the inside. That had to be a sign that he was about to change. He still wasn't sure how he would change but he didn't want to take any chances. His nerves were already flaring up and his hard breaths were starting to echo in his own ears.

"Where the hell are those things?!" he angrily huffed.

Suddenly, there was the sound of tires pulling up into the driveway and the sound of an engine being cut off.

"Damn," he said moving to shut the door. His father was home.

He took off as his father walked through the front door and went running up the stairs.

"Hey Stiles," his father called out after him but Stiles just kept moving and didn't answer him.

He went to his bathroom and closed the door behind him. He was not leaving this room all night. Especially with his father now right downstairs. Stiles was hovering over his sink and he was hyperventilating. He looked over at the mirror to see his once honey colored eyes now glowing a golden yellow color. He gasped at the sight and then saw two canines growing out from both his top and bottom set of teeth. He went to touch his teeth when he froze at the sight of elongated nails at the ends of his fingers. No, not nails, claws. Both of his hands had them now which quickly explained how he dug into his palms. Scott must've had them out when he clawed his chair.

There was a soft knock on the door. "Stiles?" his father said after he knocked.

"I thought you would be working late tonight," he said through the fangs.

"I'm heading back later. The only trouble we should be expecting is noise complaints from that party that's going to be at the Martin residence," he chuckled. "Speaking of which, why are you here? I thought you would've been there by now."

He closed his eyes as if he was in pain. "I'm not going."

"What? It sounds like a chance for there to be excitement and trouble. I wouldn't have thought you could resist," he teased.

Stiles wasn't amused. "Jeez," Stiles roared out. "You're on me for when I cause trouble and now you have a problem when I want to avoid it. I just can't win with you!"

His father deflated a bit at that. Stiles never talked to him like that before. "Stiles, son, is there something wrong?"

Stiles clenched his teeth and he felt his new canines start to push their way into his lip. "No, nothing's wrong! Everything's fine. You don't have to worry about me."

"Stiles, you're my son. It's my job to worry about you."

"No, I just…I just want to be left alone, okay?"

"Okay, but Stiles…you know that if there is something wrong you could always come to me. I'm always going to be there for you. You know that, right?" he asked softly.

Stiles' grip on the faucet tightened as he saw some hair start to grow out in front of his ears. His claws grew out even longer and scratched into the faucet causing a loud screech.

"What was that?" his father asked.

"Nothing!" Stiles bit out.

But his father shook his head. "Stiles, I'm coming in."

"No," Stiles said as he went to try and block the door but it was already opening.

Stiles turned around so that his dad wouldn't see his face and he put his hands into a fist to hide the claws from sight. The fear that he'll see him like this made his heart speed up even more. They dug into his palms as he started to pace his breathing and silently repeat the mantra 'Don't come closer. Don't come closer!'

The sheriff saw his son huddled over the sink and seemed to be shaking. "Stiles, what's going on?" But his son wasn't answering him. He then started to move over to him. "Are you in pain?"

Stiles just grunted in response as he pulled his head further out to try and further hide the sight of his fangs and eyes from his father.

He felt the urge to rip the one invading his space growing and he knew it was only a matter of time before he ripped into him. His dad stepped closer and the fear that he would maul his own father grew until he felt his dad's hand go on his shoulder. Suddenly, the steady beat of his father's heart started sounding in his ears. The rhythm of his father's heart and his concerned touch made his own heart start to settle. His breathing slowed and he straightened his back.

He chanced a look at the mirror to see that his wolfish features had faded. "No, I'm okay now." He then looked over to his father to reassure him.

"Now? Stiles, what's going on?"

Stiles was panicked again but it was a manageable panic. He had to come up with something. "Scott and I had a fight."

His father's eyes widened. "You did?"

"We did." Stiles wasn't lying. They technically did get into a fight.

"What did you two fight about?" He could understand his father's disbelief. He and Scott rarely fought about anything.

"Just…about the party tonight. He kind of ditched me."

His dad nodded. "Does he have a date?"

"Yeah, a new girl at school."

"Stiles, I'm sure he didn't mean to do that to you. He was just probably excited."

Stiles shrugged. "He was that."

"Then cut him a break. I'm sure he could use his best friend to have his back tonight."

Stiles nodded. Scott would need his help. If he went through all of this then he knew that Scott was probably going through it right now or was about to. "Yeah…thanks dad." Somehow, his father helped him which meant that it could be controlled. But Scott didn't know that or have anyone to help him. He had to get to him.

"Yeah. He does need me."

Outside his house was a young man in a leather jacket watching it with a curious expression on his face. He then walked off to his black Camaro and took off to see to another of his cases tonight.

Scott had showered and was giving himself a once over in his bathroom as he got ready for his upcoming date. He was excited. Nothing like this had happened like this before. His mom came around and was waiting just outside.

"Mom!" he cried out in surprise.

"Is this a party or a date?" she asked not skipping a beat.

"Maybe both," he said with a bit of an embarrassed smile.

"And her name is?"

"Allison," Scott said softly.

"Allison…nice," his mom said with a smile and reaching for him with her keys.

"Thank you."

"We don't need to have a talk, do we?"

Scott huffed. "Mom, I'm not having the safe sex talk with you."

But his mother scoffed. "Oh, my god. No, I meant about keeping the tank full. Give me those back!" she said yanking the keys away.

"Are you serious?"

"You bet your ass I'm serious," she scolded. "I'm not going to end up on a reality television show with a pregnant sixteen year old. Come on!"

It took a bit of patience and assurance but Scott soon found himself in the car parking in front of Allison's house and honked the horn to let her know that he was there. The front door opened and she came out and Scott was happy to see that she actually looked as excited as he was.

The party was in full swing by the time they arrived. Scott took Allison off to the back patio but he froze when he saw Derek Hale off in the distance. He was standing by the open fire and his eyes were focused solely on him. A dog was barking at him and Derek turned to look at it which seemed to quiet it down almost immediately.

"Scott?" Allison said snapping him out of it. "You okay?"

"Yeah," he breathed. "Everything's fine."

He tried to distract himself by taking Allison to dance. The sight of Lydia rubbing against Jackson as he gnawed on her neck caught his eye. She had her eyes opened and he could swear that he was looking right at him. It made him move to hold and grope Allison as her body swayed and moved in front of him. All this sexual tension in the air, it was making his insides heat up. He took a firmer hold on her back. As he looked into Allison's eyes, he found himself wanting to sink his teeth into her.

He suddenly backed off and Allison froze. "Scott, what's wrong?"

"I'll be right back," he grunted.

He then started to head off through the scores of people as he felt his insides painfully twist and turn. He was having trouble moving around as it felt like something was ripping him apart trying to get out of him. What was happening to him? He made it to the front door to look up at the light of the moon overhead. Suddenly, the conversation that he had earlier with Stiles came to mind. The desperation in his friend's voice and the warnings he gave him to not go to the party tonight and stay away. He was starting to think that Stiles had been right. He had to leave!

He got to the car and quickly got in and drove off leaving Allison to stare off after him. She then heard her name called. She looked up at a young man in a leather jacket.

"My name's Derek," he said with a calming smile. "I'm a friend of Scott's."

"Oh, do you know what happened with him?"

"Scott's…not feeling too well. He has to head home for his meds but he did ask that I make sure you get home tonight. He also wanted me to tell you that he's sorry."

She nodded. "Thank you."

"Come on. My car just over there. I'll drop you off."

A familiar jeep pulled up to where the other cars were parked and Stiles hopped out of it and made his way through the waves of people looking for his friend. Stiles nostrils flared when a familiar smell came to his attention and he turned his gaze to where he saw Allison getting into a Camaro. He then saw Derek Hale in the driver's seat. He started the car and then looked out the window straight at him. Derek tilted his head in almost like a nod before he drove off.

Why was Allison going off with Derek? He then started to ask around for Scott.

Scott got home and quickly went up to his room. He was holding his stomach as it burned him from the inside out. He quickly stripped and stepped into his bathtub that he filled with cool water. He was trying to get himself to settle down and cool off but he was finding that it was doing little to help. He was still in pain and burning up. He looked over at his hand to see his nails growing out into claws. He freaked and got out of the tub to look into the mirror. He wiped some of condensation off to see that his teeth had grown a two pairs of sharp fangs. The next moment, his eyes glowed a golden color.

Then there was a knock on his door. "Go away," he called out thinking that it was his mother to ask why he was home so fast.

"Scott, it's me!" Stiles' voice called out.

Scott quickly went to his door and opened it a bit. "Stiles, you have to get away."

"No, Scott let me in. I can help you. You could fight it. I went to the party to try and tell you but they said that you left."

"No, stay away. I don't know what I'll do. You…you gotta go and find Allison."

"Allison?" Stiles repeated. Stiles rolled his eyes behind the door. His friend was suffering through a painful and metamorphic phase change and Allison is what's on his mind? "She's fine Scott. I saw her get a lift from the party."

"No, Stiles, listen. I think I know who did this to us. It was Derek. I saw him. He was watching me at the party."

Stiles froze. "Scott…Derek was the one who Allison left with."

Scott gasped and then he quickly jumped back and threw himself out of his window and landed squarely on the ground. His ears quickly became pointed and his face shifted to an animalistic appearance. He looked up to the moon and let a howl loose. He then started to take off.

Stiles quickly went inside and yelled for Scott to come back but his friend seemed deaf to him as he just howled before taking off. Without thinking Stiles threw himself out of the window and flipped down to land on the ground feet first. He started to breathe fast as his heart was pumping hard. He looked down to his hands to see that the claws were back. Was he changing again? No. He shook his head. He had to stay focused. He thought back to his father and to the concern he showed him earlier tonight and he found his breathing settling down again. His skin still felt hot and the claws were still on his fingers but he couldn't think of that now. He had to find Scott.

He hopped into his jeep and drove off. If Scott was going to find Allison then the first place that Stiles had to look would be her place. He just hoped that he could drive faster than Scott could run. Wait, how fast could he run now? Well, he would have plenty of time to think about that later. He pulled in front of Allison house but he couldn't pick up any sign that Scott was here or had been here.

The door opened and he quickly hid his hands in his pockets to not expose the claws.

"Hi! Mrs Argent, hello," he said trying to sound friendly and hoping to god that his face wasn't sporting any fangs and his eyes weren't flashing through the nerves that were jumping up inside him. "You don't know who I am. I'm a friend of your daughter's. Look, this is going to sound kind of crazy. Really crazy actually, in fact crazy won't even begin to cover-"

"Allison!" she cut him off as she yelled behind her. "It's for you."

Stiles looked up and with relief saw that Allison looked no worse for wear.

"Allison, hey," he said with an embarrassed smile on his face.

"Hey," she said coming down the stairs. "Stiles, right?"

"Right? Um, so you got back alright."

"Yeah, Scott's friend gave me a ride."

His friend? Derek.

"Oh," Stiles said trying to sound relieved. "Good. Scott was worried about you. He was freaking, a bit annoyingly to be honest, and I came to try and make sure that you were alright."

"Yeah, is everything alright with him?"

"It's Scott, trust me, nothing is ever alright with him," he lightly joked. He shouldn't tease Scott but with what he was making him go through tonight he felt that he more than deserved it.

"What happened? I thought we were having a good time."

She sounded disappointed and Stiles seemed to settle a bit. "He was too. He just had to get home to his inhaler. He was so excited tonight that he forgot to bring it so he had to leave."

"He's alright now though, right?"

"Yeah, don't worry. He'll be okay. He promised that he'll explain everything when you see each other at school."

"Okay, and thanks for coming over to tell me this. You're a good friend."

"Hey," Stiles smiled. "It's what I do. But, uh, I better get going."

Stiles slowly made his way back to his jeep and took out his hands from his pockets to see that his hands were back to normal. He looked through his mirror to see that his face was still normal. He then drove off with the window open a smidge. He might be fine but he could bet his ass off that Scott wasn't. But, if he wasn't here at Allison's then where the hell was he?

Scott made it to the preserve where he found Derek's car and could smell Allison's scent from inside. He hopped on the hood but looked and saw that it was empty. He then looked to the woods and picked up her scent going in and it was still fresh. He ran through the trees where everything around him was in red. Infrared. He could see everything clearly even though there was little light from the full moon.

The scent was getting closer and he ran even faster until he came up to a tree where Allison's jacket was hanging. He then heard footsteps close by.

"Where is she?" he demanded.

"She's safe," Derek's voice rang out. "From you."

Derek then charged and tackled him down to the ground. Scott tried to fight him off but he was being held down.

"What did you do with her?" he roared.

"Quiet," Derek said as he looked up and around them. "Too late. They're already here. Run."

Derek didn't spare another second as he took off but Scott stayed put. Until a light flashed at him and he found his arm pinned to a tree by a crossbow bolt. He roared out in pain as he looked at the three men that moved down the hill at him.

The one in the middle had the crossbow in his hand. "Take him," he said to the other two.

Derek then appeared from beside them and started to fight them and toss them aside. The middle one then turned back to where Scott was but found nothing but an empty tree with a spot of blood there.

Scott had run off when the commotion started and Derek was right beside him as they stopped a good distance away.

"Who were they?" he panted.

"Hunters," Derek answered. "They've been hunting us for centuries."

"Us?!" Scott cried. "You mean you! You're the one that did this to me!"

Derek just stared after him. "Is it really so bad Scott? That you could see, hear and smell better? That you're stronger. The bite is a gift. One that your other friend, Stiles is it? He seems to be taking to it well enough."

Scott's anger faded a bit at the mention of him. "Stiles?"

Derek nodded. "He's getting a quick grasp on what this all means. It's impressive, I'll give him that but I could see that he still needs some more work before he has full control. You, you clearly need a lot more of it. So, you see Scott, you, him and me. We're all brothers now."

He then took off leaving Scott to despair on everything that had happened tonight. Scott started to slowly trek back home. The sun was already rising when a jeep went and pulled up beside him.

"Need a lift?" Stiles said from the driver's seat.

"How'd you find me?" Scott asked as he got in and Stiles handed him a blanket from the back.

Stiles pointed to his nose. "Been driving around trying to sniff you out. I would've tried calling but you kind of left your phone in your room when you jumped out your window," he lightly joked.

Scott just stared off in the distance. Derek's words playing out in his head. They were silent for a few minutes as they shared some covert looks with each other.

"You know what worries me the most?" Scott just said.

"If you say Allison I swear I'm going punch you in the head," he said annoyed.

"She probably hates me now," he said in despair.

Stiles huffed. He didn't say her name but still implied it. Good loophole.

"Relax. She doesn't hate you. But you might want to come up with a good apology. Or," he added happily. "You could be honest with her and revel in the awesomeness that you're a freaking werewolf," he added with a smile.

Scott rolled his eyes at him. "You're actually loving this? All of this?"

Stiles shrugged. "Maybe not right now, but, you gotta admit. It is kind of awesome. We always said we wanted excitement. What could be more exciting than this?"

Scott just stared at him.

"Okay, maybe it might not be so glorious right now but…we'll get through this. And hey, every full moon we'll chain ourselves up in my basement and try to get rid of the rats that keep scratching around down there." Scott felt a smile creep up at him. "Hey, you gotta admit, it would save a buckload on mousetraps."

"There's an upside," he grunted as he rubbed his wound. "Hey Stiles."

"Yeah?"

"About yesterday, I'm-"

"Scott," Stiles cut in. "It's okay. Forget about it."

"No, I can't. I'm sorry. You were trying to help me and I…blew you off."

"Yeah, you did," he nodded. "Hung me out to dry, left me with the bag, made me eat your dust."

"You done?" Scott took a moment to notice that while Stiles was babbling he didn't twitch or stutter like he usually did. He was calmly looking out into the road. Probably a thing that being a werewolf got rid of like it seemed to do with his asthma.

Stiles nodded. "For now. But, I get it. It's alright. It's the full moon. It does things to people you know."

Scott laughed. "Yeah, I've heard that."

Scott and Stiles had spent the rest of the weekend going over everything that Stiles had found on werewolves. Scott also told him everything about the hunters and what Derek said. They figured that they would have to be careful to not do anything that exposed them for the hunters to find.

On Monday, Scott was getting into school for practice when Allison came up to him.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey," he said happily. "Look, I wanted to apologize about Friday night."

"It's okay. Your friend Stiles told me everything?"

"He did?" he asked nervously. What did Stiles tell her that he didn't tell him.

"Yeah, that you had to run home because you forgot your inhaler."

"Oh," he said relieved. "Yeah, I did. I'm sorry."

"I said it's okay."

"Well, I would love to try and make it up to you. Would you be willing to give me a second chance?"

"Am I going to regret it?"

"Oh definitely," he smirked.

That only made Allison laugh. She then turned back to the street. "Well, I gotta go. My rides waiting."

Scott then looked over and saw a man standing there waiting for her. The same man that shot him with the crossbow bolt. "Him?"

"Yeah, that's my dad."

Her dad? Allison's dad was the one who shot him? Her father was a hunter?