Did you all see last night's episode? Of course you did and literally I don't think any other TW episode has made me cry as much as that one did. IF YOU DIDN'T SEE THE EPISODE DON'T READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE THING AT THE END OF THIS CHAPTER OKAY IT SHALL CONTAIN SPOILERS! Enjoy this chapter!


Penelope was in shock; in such shock that she let Scott attach her to his back and take off. She tightened her grip around him out of instinct, other than that she was still out of it. They grew fangs...they growled like ANIMALS...and Scott, his eyes changed color; instead of their normal brown they turned to a yellow color. She wanted to push off him, run away and scream her head off, but she couldn't.

They had arrived back on the trail, seeing the other runners in a group. Before they got to them, Scott's nose was attacked by the stench of blood. He hoped he wouldn't see what he thought he was going to see, but unfortunately it seemed someone up in the sky had it out for him. It was a guy, he was tied to a tree, by his neck. His throat was completely demolished, a heap of torn bloody flesh. His eyes widened in shock as his eyes trailed up to the guy's face: it was the guy that came to Deaton's the other day. Stiles slid up next to him, sighing through his nose. "Is that the guy?" he pointed at the body, already knowing the answer. Scott nodded his head, proving Stiles right. "He was a senior." Stiles looked at Scott, then looked at Penelope, who was still attached to his back. One of her hands gripped Scott's shoulder tightly, while the other was clamped over her mouth. She looked like she was going to be sick. "Uh, Scott?" Scott turned to him, raising his eyebrows in question. Stiles pointed to Penelope, causing his friend to turn his head to look at her. At the same time, she had leaned forward, trying to hide her face in his back, causing Scott's nose to brush against her cheek. She ignored it, and continued to put her face into his back, while he on the other hand stuttered out a sorry. "Are you okay?" he asked, feeling her begin to tremble. Really? Did he really ask her if she was okay? Of course she wasn't okay! She just saw him and two other students grow fangs and have their eyes change color, and she saw a dead body! A dead body that reminded her of her best friend's in her dream. It also didn't help that a girl began to wail, screaming and crying, most likely over the dead boy. Penelope herself started crying, everything was too much process. Plus, she could be a bit overemotional, but that was besides the point.

Scott panicked, what was he going to do? He had a crying girl on his back, another dead body, and two alphas who looked just as confused as he was. Penelope hadn't answered his question, and that concerned him. It also concerned him that he didn't know what to think of the twins seeming to be surprised by the dead body. Issac and Stiles were arguing about it, Issac saying they were obviously playing dumb, while Stiles argued that the murders didn't seem like a werewolf type thing. "Come on Scott, don't you think these murders are a little human like, all the causes of death are seriously lacking werwolfitude." he looked at his best friend, hopeful that he would take his side. Scott looked at him, unsure. "I don't know, we can't be sure." "Oh come on!" Stiles huffed at him, becoming annoyed with his friend. He glared at Scott, before realizing that the trio had forgotten about something, or rather someone. "Guys, do you really think we should be discussing this with, you know." He pointed to Penelope, who was still clinging to Scott. He grew nervous, what if she heard everything they said? He hoped that she had been to busy in her own world, crying, though when he thought about it it seemed bad that he would want that. "Well, we don't have to worry about that anymore." Stiles looked at Scott, confused. "What do you mean?" "What he means is, she already knows." Issac cut in. Stiles felt as if his eyes were about to bug out of his head "She what?!" he yelled, before being silenced by a whistle. "Alright everyone, go home! Get on, get, or I'll make you run suicides until you drop dead!" Coach Finstock waved his arms, urging the kids to disperse. The trio looked at each other before making their way back to the school. "There better be a good explanation to this." Stiles muttered, trudging after the two werewolves.

"So, what you're telling me is that she snuck up on you?" Stiles pinched the bridge of his nose when the two boys nodded in unison. "How did you not notice her! Hello, she's human, like me, we aren't really the stealthiest of creatures! Besides you guys can hear her heartbeat, smell her scent, Jesus Christ!" he threw his hands in the air, turning away from the two. He began to pace; what were they going to do? How were they going to explain the existence of werewolves to an already very traumatized girl? He paused, how were they going to explain the existence of werewolves without mentioning Erica? He wracked his brain, trying to come up something, but all he drew was a blank. "Dammit." he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Look," Issac started, "why don't we think about that later, we have to get Penelope home, she looks like she's on the verge of an emotional breakdown." he whispered the last part, hoping she wouldn't hear it. They all looked at each other, nodding in agreement. "Issac you remember where she lives right? Take her car and we'll follow you." Issac nodded, grabbing Penelope's gym bag and his own, before going through hers to find her keys. Scott reached to untangle her arms from around his neck, but she wouldn't budge; the more he tried to pry the tighter she gripped. He gave up, looking at Stiles. "Hey, I'll just ride with Issac man, don't want her to like freak out if she's in your car or something." Stiles nodded, turning to get into his jeep. He didn't enjoy how buddy buddy Scott and Issac were getting. He grumbled as he started his car, following after Issac as he sped off.

When they got to her house she unlocked the door for them, inviting them in. They looked at each other before shuffling in behind her. She lead them to the living room, though Issac shortly branched off to go and put her stuff in her bedroom, quickly rejoining them. They all sat down in various places, Scott sat in the recliner, Stiles sat in an arm chair, and Penelope and Issac took the love seat. Penelope sunk back into the plushiness of the love seat, sighing deeply through her nose. Her mind was going a mile a minute, she wasn't to sure what to think anymore. She threw glances at the three boys in the room, were they even human? Well, Stiles probably was, he didn't seem to have that non-human possible monster air about him.

They sat there in silence, Penelope lost in thought, Stiles opening and closing his mouth as he tried to formulate a lie, and Issac and Scott shifting about uncomfortably. "Well," her hoarse voice broke the silence, causing the three boys' heads to snap in her direction. "is someone going to give me an explanation?" She looked at them expectingly. "Um, well, uh..." Stiles started, trying to find anything he could say. Penelope rolled her eyes, before standing up and making her way to the kitchen. The three watched her leave, unsure of what to do. "So, how are we going to tell her?" Issac questioned, hoping someone had a good idea. "What if guys," Stiles began, "what if we don't tell her? Don't look at me like that, I know she knows kinda, but we could hit her over the head, make her forget every- OW!" Issac leaned over and smacked the back of his head. "Stiles, we aren't going to do that, we could hurt her!" Scott looked at his friend, slightly disappointed. "Well, do you have a better idea big guy?" Stiles rubbed the back of head, shooting Issac a glare. "Why don't we just tell her everything?" Stiles looked at Scott, eye twitching. "How are we supposed to tell her everything?! Don't you think that would be a little too much for her to take in?" He was now sitting on the floor next to the recliner Scott occupied, with Issac joining him. "Plus, if you forgot, her best friend, who is now dead, was also a werewolf? How do you think she's going to take that?" he added. Stiles was right, and both of them knew it. Issac clenched his jaw, balling his fists up. How were they going to explain everything with Erica having been involved? How were they going to explain that she went missing for four months and they found her dead? Scott stood, sighing, running a hand through his hair. "Well, we have to tell her something. She did see me, Issac, and the twins, so we could start there." He headed towards the kitchen, hoping she wouldn't freak out when they told her. Issac and Stiles followed suit, having the same worry as their friend.

When they got into the kitchen, they were surprised to see that Penelope had cooked food. There were four plates on the breakfast counter, filled with some chicken and rice. She was currently eating from one of the plates whilst playing on her phone. She looked up when they entered; she hoped they finally decided to tell her what the fuck was going on. She gestured to the plates, letting them know that they were for them. They sat down, saying quick thank you's before digging in. "Dude, this is really fucking good." Issac said, humming in satisfaction. "It really is, what is this?" Scott looked at Penelope. "Chicken adobo." she answered, taking another plate. He nodded, before turning back to his plate. They continued to eat in silence, the three boys still nervous about tell her. Once they were all finished, Penelope took their plates, cleaned off the bones, and put them into the dishwasher. She sat back down, looking at them. "So, can I get that explanation now?" They looked at each other, silently deciding who should tell her. Scott and Issac both looked at Stiles, who sighed. "Fine, fine I'll do it." He turned to Penelope, who looked at him expectantly. "Well, it all started last year when Scott and I went looking for a dead body in the woods."


BOYD ID DEAD AND I AM LITERALLY TEARING UP RIGHT NOW FROM JUST REMEMBERING IT. DEREK'S FACE AS HE REALIZED WHAT THE OTHER ALPHAS MADE HIM DO, HIS FUCKING FACE, HE WAS IN PAIN. HE REALLY DID CARE ABOUT BOYD, AS WELL AS HIS OTHER BETAS. BOYD'S LAST MEMORY OF ERICA, OH MY GOD. Also, am I the only one who doesn't care much for Cora? In my opinion, she isn't really moving the plot along so far, the only useful thing she's done is realize where Deaton was going to be held, while that was a big thing, it's the only thing she's done. Idk maybe I'll come to like her but right now I'm not her biggest fan. What do you guys think about the younger Hale? Tell me in a review!