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That night, Emma had a strange dream. It was just before dawn, and there was a fog surrounding the trees and the ground. She heard rustling and turning her head to her right, she saw a huge animal. It was on its four paws, and it looked like a wolf, but from distance and because of the fog, Emma couldn't see very well if it was indeed a wolf. But what she could see was the creature's glowing eyes.
It started to run, and Emma followed it, but the animal was too fast, and she soon lost track of it. She felt a presence behind her and heard a twig snap, but as soon as she turned around, she woke up.
Sitting up, she saw Stiles on the door of her room. "Are you okay?" He asked, entering the room and sitting down beside her on the bed. Emma nodded and shuffled closer to him, their sides, arms and shoulders touching.
"The dreams again?" He asked gently, knowing it was a sore topic for her. Ever since the fire, she had been having dreams about her family, the fire, and the fire that killed most of the Hale family. She nodded her head but said, "this one was different though. I was at the woods, and there was this fog. Then, this creature appeared. It looked like a wolf, but it had glowing eyes... What?" She asked when she saw his thinking face.
"Yesterday afternoon, while you were out with Allison, Scott and I went to the woods. He started talking about lacrosse, and I said that maybe he was a werewolf. And dad got a call from a lab in LA, about an analysis they made on the body they found, and it was hair from a wolf! And now this dream of yours. Do you think something may be happening?" He explained.
Emma stopped for a moment to think. "Maybe? I don't know, we could do some research". She grinned at the end of her sentence. She and Stiles loved to research nonsense things, and maybe this would help Scott.
At the lacrosse field, Scott is just about to get on the field when Stiles comes running, excited to tell his friend about the news.
"Scott! Scott, wait up," Stiles pants.
"Stiles, I'm playing the first elimination, man. Can it wait?" Scott asks.
"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 in the body from the woods!" Stiles starts but Scott interrupts him.
"Stiles, I gotta go."
"Wait, no! Scott! You're not going to believe what the animal was! It was a wolf."
Meanwhile, Emma and Allison are walking through the crowd, trying to find a seat on the bleachers to watch both of their crushes play for a chance of getting into the team, and not only as a reserve. As soon as Allison sees Scott, she smiles at him. He waves at her but gets scolded by coach Finstock, so he just pays attention to the prep talk.
As Scott makes an amazing shot, that no one could have made, Allison and Emma cheer with everyone, but Emma exchanges a worried glance with Stiles, who is already sitting on the bench.
As soon as Stiles and Emma arrive home, they go to Stiles's room to start their research. Emma is sitting on his bed with her lap top on her lap, while Stiles is sitting at his desk.
"Try to find anything about werewolves. Just, not about those Twilight strange wolves, okay?" Stiles says with a grimace. Emma laughs but nods and gets to work. "Try to search about Greek mythology; I know how much you like about it." He adds.
A few hours later, the two are so engrossed in their works that they jump in surprise when someone knocks on the door. Fearing it may be his father, Stiles looks to Emma, who starts to collect all the papers they had printed in the last few hours. He stands up to open the door and sighs in relief when he sees that it is only Scott at the door. Emma sighs too and drops the papers on the ground, falling on her back on the bed.
"Get in. You gotta see this, dude" Stiles says and drags Scott inside his bedroom, closing the door soon after. "Me and Emma have been all day reading. Websites, books. All this information."
"How much Adderall have you had today?" Scott asks.
"A lot." Emma answers with a small smile on her face. Stiles looks at her with an exasperated expression on his face.
"Doesn't matter. Okay, just listen." He continues.
"Is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?" Scott asks.
"No, they're still questioning people, even Derek Hale."
"Oh, the guy in the woods we saw the other day."
"What?" Emma interrupts their conversation. "You didn't tell me about that, Stiles"
"Sorry, I'll explain it later, I promise." He says to her with an apologetic look. "Okay, back to the point. Remember the joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore." Seeing Scott's confused face, he explains. "The wolf. The bite in the woods. I started doing all this reading. Do you even know why a wolf howls?" He stands up.
"Should I?"
"It's a signal, okay? When a wolf's alone, it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack. So if you heard a wolf howling, that means others could have been nearby. Maybe even a whole pack of them."
"A whole pack of wolves?" Scott gets excited.
"No, werewolves," Stiles replies seriously.
Scott, however, seems to think this is some kind of joke. "Are you seriously wasting my time with this?" He asks standing up. At this, Emma also stands up but doesn't move otherwise, worried about what is going to happen next. "You know I'm picking up Allison in an hour." He continues.
"I saw you in the field today, Scott. What you did wasn't just amazing, all right? It was impossible." Stiles continues, trying to convince his friend.
"Yeah, so I made a good shot." Scott tries to leave, but Stiles holds him back.
"No, you made an incredible shot. I mean, the way you moved, your speed, your reflexes. People can't just suddenly do that overnight. And there's the vision and the senses, and don't even think I don't notice that you don't even need your inhaler anymore."
"Okay! Dude, I can't think about this now. We'll talk tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? What? No! The full moon is tonight. Don't you get it?"
"What are you trying to do? I just made first line. I got a date with a girl who I can't believe wants to go out with me. Everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it?" Scott's voice starts to get louder.
"I'm trying to help," Stiles says and looks over Scott's shoulder to Emma. "We both are," he adds. Emma goes to stand besides Stiles, who just sat down at his desk chair, and nods with a small smile.
"You're cursed, Scott." Stiles continues. "You know, and it's not just the moon will cause you to physically change. It also just so happens to be when your bloodlust will be at its peak."
"Bloodlust?"
"Yeah, your urge to kill."
"I'm already starting to feel an urge to kill, Stiles."
"You got to hear this. 'The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse.' All right? I haven't seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does. You gotta cancel this date. I'm going to call her right now." Stiles stands up and goes to his best friend's bag to get his phone.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm canceling the date."
"No, give it to me!" As soon as Scott says this, he grabs Stiles by his shoulders and pins him to the wall. Emma's eyes widen at the sight. She is about to grab Scott to try to get him off Stiles when the latter subtly shakes his head at her. She frowns at him but stays back, paying attention to every movement Scott does.
He seems to realize what he is doing, because he drops Stiles to the ground, grunts, knocks over the chair and looks to the ground. Neither of them can look the other on the eye.
"I'm sorry. I, I gotta get ready for that party." With that, he grabs his things and leaves.
As soon as he is out the door, Emma rushes to Stiles and hugs him. He gently pries her off him and looks her in the eye, a scared look on both of their faces.
"Are you okay?" She asks. He nods, but then something on the ground catches his attention. He straightens his desk chair and says "but I think my chair isn't." On the back of the chair are three gashes that could have only been made by claws or a knife. And seeing as Scott doesn't have the latter, it could only have been the former.
The two share a scared glance. "What should we do now?" Emma asks.
"We go to the party."
It is almost time for the party, and Stiles is waiting for Emma on the living room. They never said it would be a date, but he likes to think it is.
As soon as he hears the sound of her shoes on the floor, he turns to the stairs, and his jaw drops to the ground. She was wearing tight black jeans, a floral top, a white jacket and heels that made her legs look longer. Emma was not short, but wearing heels, she is almost as tall as Stiles.
When she sees the look on Stiles' face, she blushes but smiles at him.
"You l-look beautiful, Emma" he says, also blushing.
"Thank you, Stiles." He offers his hand to her, she takes it and they smile at each other.
When they arrive at the party, before going in, Stiles stops Emma.
"Hum… I just wanted to know if… You know… If you wanted this to be a d-date?" Stiles asks stammering. Emma thinks it is very cute, and can't help but feel giddy. This would be her first date with Stiles.
"Yes, Stiles, I would love if this was a date." Emma smiles and takes Stiles's hand on her own. He smiles at her once again and lead them to the backyard of the house, where most people are.
Emma then pulls Stiles to the dance floor. He becomes nervous at this, and stumbles. How were they supposed to dance? Together but apart or together, together? His mind goes blank when he feels Emma putting his hands on her waist and hers on his neck and shoulders. They start moving to the beat of the music, and get lost in each other.
When Allison arrives at the party with Scott, she looks around, trying to find Lydia or Emma. When she finds the latter, dancing with Stiles, she squeals internally. She imagined it wouldn't be like that, that Stiles would be dancing awkwardly, but Emma guides him and the scene is adorable.
Scott doesn't see them, too busy looking at Derek and remembering what Stiles told him about the full moon and being a werewolf, but as soon as Allison takes his hand, he forgets about it and lets her pull him to the dance floor.
They have been dancing for a while, focused only on each other, when Scott starts to feel the effects of the full moon on him, not that he knows that yet. He tries to ignore it, but it starts to get too much for him, so he pushes Allison away, ignoring her when she asks is he's okay, and stumbles his way out of the party.
He passes through Stiles and Emma, who stop dancing and share a look before he goes after Scott and she goes after Allison.
They both end up at the front of the house, where Scott enters his car, leaving Allison behind. Stiles turns to Emma and says "I'll be right back, okay? Ten minutes, fifteen, max. Please don't leave without me." Emma just nods and pushes him in the direction of his jeep. He waits for a moment or two before going after Scott that had already taken off.
"Allison, are you okay? Do you need a ride home? Stiles will be right back." Emma gently asks Allison, who is standing at the curb. She nods.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little disappointed that Scott left me here." She frowns.
Emma smiles sadly and squeezes her hand in support.
"Allison. Emma." The two girls turn to see Derek Hale standing behind them. "I'm a friend of Scott's. My name's Derek. I can give you two a ride home, if you want." He continues.
Emma is not so convinced and says "That's okay, we'll just wait for Stiles."
"Emma, I think that if he doesn't mind, it's best if I go home… I don't want to worry my parents." Allison says and Emma pauses. If Allison is going with a stranger, then she is not letting her go alone. The girl nods and together they follow Derek to his car.
When Scott arrives home, he goes straight into the shower, trying to cool off. However, something strange starts to happen, and he swears claws are coming out of his fingers, and when he looks into the mirror, he sees that he has fangs and his eyes are glowing!
A knock on his door distracts him. "Scott, it's me!" Stiles says. "Let me in, I can help."
"No! Listen, you gotta find Allison. She's fine, all right? I saw her get a ride from the party. She's totally fine. All right?"
"No, I think I know who it is. It's Derek. Derek Hale is the werewolf. He's the one that bit me. He's the one that killed the girl on the woods."
At this, Stiles stops for a moment to think. "Scott, Derek's the one who drove Allison from the party. And Emma too! Oh my god." Scott then closes the door and leaves through the window, determined to find Allison and Derek.
After checking in on Allison and seeing she is fine, Stiles goes home, hoping Emma will be safe and sound.
He audibly sighs when he sees Emma waiting for him, asleep, in his bed. Not wanting to disturb her, he decides to talk to her in the morning.
The next morning, Stiles and Emma leave early to try to find Scott, who is wandering on the edge of the woods.
"You know what actually worries me the most?" Scott asks after a moment of silence.
"If you say Allison I'm gonna punch you in the face." Stiles say, not amused.
"She probably hates me now." Scott moans.
"Huh. I doubt that. But you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology. Or, you know, you could just tell her the truth and revel in the awesomeness of the fact that you're a fricking werewolf." Stiles ends the sentence a little more excited. Scott, however, is not. "Okay, bad idea."
After a moment of silence, he continues. "We'll get through this. Come on, if I have to, I'll chain you up myself on full moon nights and feed you live mice. I had a boa once. I could do this."
"Yeah, but who had to teach you how to feed Scales?" Emma speaks for the first time from the back seat.
"I thought we said we wouldn't talk about that anymore! Specially that dumb name you gave it. It was my snake and you named it!"
"Yeah, but you named Snuffles, so I think it is only fair."
Stiles makes a grumpy face and Scott smiles at the two of them, softly shaking his head. Somethings would never change…
At school, Scott is waiting for Allison in his lacrosse gear. When he sees her approaching, he stands up from the bench he was sitting on.
"So what happened? You left me stranded at the party." Allison asks.
"Yeah, I know, I know. I'm really sorry, I am. But you're gonna have to trust that I had a really good reason." He justifies.
"Did you get sick?"
"I definitely had an attack of something."
"Am I gonna get an explanation?" She asks, getting somewhat exasperated.
"Can you just find it in your heart to trust me on this one?"
"Am I gonna regret this?"
"Probably." He jokes and she laughs. "So is that a yes on a second chance?"
"Definitely yes." Allison smiles. A car horn sounds, and Allison turns. "That's my dad. I better go." She smiles at him one last time and walks to the car.
Scott is going back to school when he gets a scent, a same scent from the woods las night. When he turns, he finds Chris Argent, the hunter who shot him. Mr. Argent smiles at him and all Scott can do is wave dumbly at him.
