Sorry it has taken so long for me to update this, I just had writers block and I lost interest, but don't worry, I am back! Here you go, hopefully it's okay, because it's been a while:

Chapter 10:

Eve was not happy about being shoved in the back. At all. In fact, she was slightly pissed off. Extremely pissed off, and she was surprised by how pissed she could be about a little thing. She tried to focus on what Scott and Stiles were saying, but slowly her nails were growing, digging into her palm as she clenched her hands. What the hell?

Scott looked up from his phone. "I can't find anything about wolfsbane being used for burials."

"Just keep looking," Stiles said.

Eve didn't know either; perhaps her brain was frizzled, which explains why she didn't know that, and the fact she was acting weird.

"Maybe it's like a ritual or something. Like, maybe they bury you as a wolf," Stiles was saying. As he kept talking and talking, Eve's frustration and anger continued to rise. She hadn't been this pissed off with Derek, and the reason for that was worse then Stiles' voice. "Or maybe it's like a special skill. You know, something you have to learn."

Eve noticed Scott had just broken out in a sweat, the droplets running down his neck, making her a combination of anger and lust. Gosh, what was wrong with her? She wasn't even like this when she is on once a month!

"I'll put it on my to-do list," Scott growled out. His voice had suddenly dropped an octave. "Right underneath, 'Figure out how to play this fricking game tonight.'"

"Maybe it's different for girl werewolves—"

Eve had been awfully silent, but she growled and her eyes started to glow when Scott's scent of anger hit her, and how she heard his change start to happen.

"Okay, stop it!"

Stiles looked mildly shocked. "Stop what?"

Eve wanted to shout at him for being so naïve, so stupid, but she doesn't because that would just anger her more, and she really didn't want to that.

"Stop saying 'werewolves'. Stop enjoying this so much!"

"Are you okay?"

Suddenly, Eve wanted to bark and shout 'no!' like the anger was getting the best of her when she usually could control it. Damn.

"NO! No, I'm not! I'm so far from being okay!" Scott growled, his face clenching up in either pain or anger – Eve couldn't tell.

Stiles decided to anger him even more though; thus angering Eve as Scott's anger scent hit her again, causing her to flinch. "You know, you're going to have to accept this, Scott. Sooner or later."

"I can't." Scott's voice is now a pant, and Eve's extra facial hair had started to grow. Neither boy had noticed. They were to engrossed in their little argument to notice the full blown werewolf in the back seat. "I can't breathe!"

Scott's hand slammed against the top of Stiles' Jeep, causing Stiles to jump and Eve to completely wolf out. Her trained eyes focused in on the fear scent that came off Stiles, how his heart beat had jumped and was now pumping fast. How she could practically see his pulse point pulsing, making her want to drain all his blood away, rip out his neck with her pretty canine teeth—

Stop it, Eve, she told herself in a stern voice; your parents taught you better then this.

Scott's eyes had now flashed, and Stiles was now swerving in the middle of the road.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" Stiles chanted over and over again.

"Stiles, pull over!" Scott and Eve barked at the same time, loosing vast control over their wolves.

"What? Why?" It was clear to Eve that Scott was about a step behind her.

"Stiles, just do it!" She barked.

Scott ransacked the bag beside him until he found rope with a purple flower attached to it.

Wolfsbane.

Eve suddenly got why her and Scott were acting like this. Wolfsbane was causing them to go crazy.

"You kept it!" Scott was growling.

"What was I supposed to do with it?!" Stiles yelled, his voice high and squeaky and totally grating on Eve's nerves.

"STOP THE CAR!" Scott suddenly yelled, his eyes flashing yellow. Eve's were already a vivid blue.

"Okay, okay," Stiles was chanting again.

He grabbed his bag and threw it out into the woods, far away. Eve was still in the back, her control now back and her claws retracted from her palms. There was only one problem.

Scott wasn't.

"Shit," Stiles said quietly, though her ears heard it.

"When did you turn?" Stiles asked her.

Eve rolled her eyes. All she had since Scott had disappeared was Stiles' stupid questions. She had to admit; Stiles being totally cool with the whole thing was easy. She didn't have to hide. "I turned when I was nine, okay? It was just after your birthday party, and I started smelling things, and hearing things that no one else could."

Eve clutched the coffee mug she was holding tighter and took a long sip. She was sat on one of the couches in Stiles' front room, wrapped up in on of Stiles' checkered shirts.

"Isn't that a bit early for a born werewolf to turn?"

"Yeah, but there are special cases, and apparently I was one of them. Now, where do you think Scott could have gone?"

Stiles thought for a moment, and Eve rolled her eyes again. "Allison's, maybe. I don't know. Somewhere."

"Wow, Stiles, that narrows it down," She growled.

Stiles looked her over. "You know, with that exact frown on your face, you look so much like your brother."

She ended up pushing him off the couch, watching her phone to see if she got any calls from Scott or Derek. If the police let him have a phone call.

"How was Derek as a teenager?" Stiles asked.

Eve bristled. "Look, can we stop talking about my family? Because I just got my brother arrested, two days ago I found out my older sister died, and I'd really not want to think about either, okay? And with you asking me all these questions, it's dragging up all the memories."

Stiles' head fell a little. "Sorry. I was just trying to forgot about Scott."

Eve felt a little guilty for snapping at him, but he was pissing her off. She stood up, her empty coffee mug in her hands, and smiled at him.

"How about we go to the game? We'll see him there, right?" Eve asked.

Stiles' face lit back up a little. "Let's get you changed!"

"I can do that myself."

"Aww….OW!"

Eve smiled as she watched him rub his abused arm. "Don't be such a little pervert then."

Stiles pulled a face.

She followed Stiles into the boy's changing room, the smell of hormones and sweat hitting her. The gag she made was a little over done, but it made Stiles smile and Eve counted it as a win as she smiled back.

They stopped when they saw Scott, sighs of relief coming from both of them as they saw he had no blood marks or stains over him, and that he looked to be in total control.

"You going to try convince me not to play?" His voice broke through Eve's haze, and she jumped, startled.

Stiles laughed. "You're probably the only werewolf that could be startled by something."

Eve growled. "Hush you. Just remember whose human and whose not here."

Stiles looked a little scared at the comment and turned back to Scott. "I just hope you know what you're doing."

Scott barely turned towards them. "If I don't play, I loose first line. And Allison."

Of course, with the Argent Girl. Eve found that a wave of jealously and anger brushed through her fairly quickly. Stupid pretty girl who had to steal Scott's heart before she could.

"Allison's not going anywhere," Stiles tried to drill into Scott's thick skull.

She is if I have anything to say about it, Eve wanted to say, but she didn't and just kept quiet.

"And it's one game that you really don't need to play," Stiles said.

That got Scott's attention as he turned his cute brown eyes towards her and Stiles, flicking between the two. "I wanna play! I wanna be on the team, I wanna go out with Allison."

Jealously was now coursing through Eve's veins and she tried to stop her nails from growing. Why did he have to be so cute and hot?

"I want a semi-fricking normal life," Scott said quietly, the fear that he had been keeping behind a wall was now flowing through the foundations.

"It's okay, Scott," Eve said quietly and slowly. "I've been through what you've been through too, only younger. It gets better once you can control it."

Scott just glared at her before Stiles intervened. "I get that, Scott. Just try not to worry too much while you're out there, okay? Or get to angry."

"I got it."

Eve huffed with disbelief, and Scott's glare narrowed at her again. She had been in his position once; she wanted to be someone else, and have a semi-normal life, but then she got over it. She loved being a werewolf now.

"Or stressed," Stiles carried on.

"Yeah, I got it," Scott said. Cue Eve's huff again, which was thoroughly ignored.

"Don't think about Allison being in the stands. Or that her father's trying to kill you. Or that Derek's trying to kill you, or the girl he killed, or that you might kill someone, if a hunter doesn't kill you first. I'm sorry, I'll stop."

"Please do," Eve sighed. "Just make sure you don't go bat shit crazy on the field and then you won't kill anyone."

Scott's eyes turned guiltily on her. "Thanks."

"Good luck," She said honestly.

She watched as he walked out of the changing rooms with another boy on tow. She turned to Stiles, cuffing him around the back of the head. Stiles yelped, and rubbed at the abused area.

"Could you please stop hitting me?" He asked. "And what was that even for?"

Eve rolled her eyes. "For bringing up all the shit that's currently going on in his life. He doesn't need that on top of the fact that he's about to play quite a violent sport, you dick head. I was in his position once, and it's hard to stop the change once it's started, especially if you're a young wolf."

"Yeah, I should have thought about that," Stiles said. "Let's just hope he's okay."

Eve gave him a look of disbelief.

"Yeah, I didn't even believe myself," He said.

They both walked out, ready to face the music.

Eve spotted Sheriff Stilinski and Mrs McCall up in the stands, and left both of her best friends to go say hello and sit with them. The excitement was buzzing, and everybody was ready to watch and see how the new changes to the Beacon Hills team play out.

"Evie," The sheriff said in greeting. "How are you, honey?"

"I'm good, thanks, Papa Stilinski," She said back. "Great, in fact. Your son's being a great friend at the moment."

She was trying to ignore all the conversations and the buzzing excitement and the rushing waves of scents she was getting.

"I'm going to go talk to my son," He said, looking over to find Stiles.

"Evie?" Mrs McCall asked.

Eve nodded, tears springing to her eyes as she looked over Melissa.

"Oh, sweetie," Mrs McCall said. "C'mon, give us a hug."

Eve had her arms wrapped around Melissa in a big hug, inhaling the fumes of Mrs McCall's perfume that should have been intoxicating, but were actually relaxing.

"How have you been?" She asked the elder, who had smiled.

"I'm good, thanks. How have you been? How was New York, the big apple?" Melissa asked.

Eve smiled, launching into tales about Rose and how big their house was and how they finally got over the fact they lost all their family and how great life was there after that. Melissa had smiled through all of it, and as Eve finished, the game was starting. The cheering hurt her ears but she didn't show it as she cheered for Scott.

Mr Stilinski came back after about five minutes, coming and taking a seat next to Eve, wrapping his arm around her shoulders in a father to daughter way.

"You cold?" He asked gruffly.

Eve shook her head. "You should keep your coat on. You might not be able to move if the cold gets to your old joints, old man."

He took it as a joke – she had both Melissa and John laughing.

As the game proceeded, Eve got more and more nervous as she watched how Scott was trying to get the ball and failing. She watched how annoyed Scott got when Allison and Lydia held up their signs.

"I'm going to talk to Stiles," She said, getting up and hurrying over to her other best friend. When she reached him, she garbled out, "We are in huge shit! Shit is going to hit the fan!"

"Eve, shit has hit the fan," Stiles argued. "This is not going to be good." He went back to chewing his gloves as we watched Jackson and a couple other teammates gather.

"Only to me," Jackson said in a slightly muffled tone.

"But what if he's open?" A familiar voice said. Who is that? Eve thought.

"Who's the captain? You or me?" Eve noticed that Jackson was still the incompetent jackass he was when they were younger.

DANNY! That was who the boy was. Danny was always the one who would pick her up after Jackson pushed her down, or told her she looked pretty when Jackson said she looked ugly. He was actually a really sweet guy.

"Jackson, come on, dude. I just want to win," He tried to win the argument, but Jackson was such a dickhead, Eve knew Danny wasn't going to win.

"We will win."

"But…"

"What did I say?" Jackson asked, then in a more firm tone, "What did I say?"

"'Don't passed to McCall'," Danny quoted, like Jackson's little minion.

They really were in trouble. They were down two, and Scott had completely wolfed out.

Eve was now clutching at Stiles' jersey like a lifeline, as she watched as they lined up ready to go again. Stiles was as equally scared; not of Scott, but for someone's life. And it didn't help that Scott's bitchy girlfriend Allison and Lydia were holding up a sign saying 'Jackson is number one'.

When the other team had thrown the ball in the air, Scott had somehow managed to leap into the air and grab it, securing it safely before running off towards the goal. As Eve watched, the harder her heart thumped in her chest at the sight of Scott running whilst wolfed out. It was only a matter of time before someone got hurt.

He ducked and dived under every other person on the other team, before slamming it straight into the goal. Eve was happy Scott was now having his moment of fame, but she was totally pissed off that he would risk being out there when he was a newly turned werewolf. She cheered along with Stiles, but her heart clearly wasn't into it as she turned her back towards the asshole out in the field.

"I'm gonna go," she said to Stiles, who nodded, gave her a hug and got more into the game then before.

She turned through the forest until she arrived at her old family home – it was burnt but it was still home. She swallowed hard before walking slowly towards the wooden steps she loved so much, were now a bit hackled.

She smelt the under lying tone of fire, mixed with Laura and Derek, and tears welled up in her eyes. What the hell had happened to them? Laura was now dead, gone off to heaven with the rest of them, while Derek had now been sent to jail. Why had she done that? Why did she do that? Why did she let her brother get caught by the police? Tears started to fall as guilt, and sorrow wracked her body.

She slumped down on her old front porch, just as a car pulled up. Her tears and sobs stopped her from hearing this, but as two hands swiped away the tears, she jumped.

"Sssh, E, it's just me," Derek said lowly. "I'm here now. Let it out."

And that was where she stayed for an hour and half, slumped against her older brother, seeking comfort for all the emotions she had felt during that day. Jealously, anger, sorrow, guilt.

But she wasn't totally alone now. Der was here now.

Hope it was okay. It's been a while since I've written for Teen Wolf, so sorry if it's not ;)