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Here's the full moon you lovely readers you. Enjoy:)

"Olivera what are you still doing here dear?" Ms. Clantell asked, peeking into the back room. Olivera peered around a large stack of books at her.

"Just working," she said. It had only been two hours of work so far, but it was enough to somewhat settle her stomach that was tied in knots. Her skin hummed.

"Go home," she said.

"Why? I haven't gotten in a full shift." Olivera didn't exactly want to leave either. It was Saturday which meant that tonight would be bad. The last two days were hard enough. She couldn't pay attention in class. The only thing she could think about was tonight. The pictures in the book that Deaton had showed her kept coming to mind. She was going to turn into one of those wolves. Being strong about it was difficult. She was terrified.

"That's fine dear. Just head home. Enjoy the weekend." She smiled. "You're a teenager. Act like one."

Olivera chuckled. She acted like a teenager. Just not an ordinary one anymore.

"Yes ma'am." She saluted her boss and got up. Ms. Clantell left her to finish up.

Olivera sighed. This was just about the only way she could take her mind off of things.

"I'll see you Monday then?" Olivera asked as she came from the back room, zipping up her jacket.

"Of course," Ms. Clantell said. She sat behind the front desk looking over receipts. She waved goodnight not looking up. Olivera took one last look around like she did every work shift then left. She took in a deep breath and exhaled. After looking up to see the sun a little over halfway across the sky she made her way towards her car. She ignored Isaac who leaned against the side and pulled her keys from her pocket. The past few days were spent avoiding him in school and him avoided Scott.

"You can't keep ignoring me."

"Watch me," she mumbled. She shoved him aside and unlocked the car door.

"Scott shouted it out for everyone to hear. It's not like you were in school so we could talk about it," he said in a sullen tone. Olivera scoffed incredulously.

"And it's like you were there when I woke up," She snapped back, getting in the car.

"Quit being in a pissy mood," he huffed. Olivera raised her eyebrows at him and closed her car door. He bit his lower lip regretfully.

"Fine," she said. "But only because I have to go. I'm meeting up with Stiles. You should probably go see Scott and Derek, full moon and all."

"Hey," Isaac leaned in her car window. "Be careful alright?"

"Yeah," she breathed. Isaac kissed her, caressing her cheek. Olivera's breath caught from it. It caught her off guard. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Isaac nodded and watched her drive off. It wasn't just him that she wasn't talking to. Stiles and Erica were just about the only people she'd spoke to in the last few days. Even the, she didn't say very absorbed herself into work. The two of them didn't say a word about why Olivera was shaken up. Not even when Boyd and Isaac cornered him before lacrosse practice did he speak.

"Hey," Olivera greeted, walking through the front door. She sat in between Mr. Stilinski and Stiles whose looks were really intense on the TV.

"Hey," Stiles greeted, not tearing his eyes from the TV. "Have everything covered?"

"Yup," Olivera answered, getting into the TV show as much as them awkwardly enough. Cops were chasing the bad guy. Mr. Stilinski looked at the two teens. Olivera scratched her head, yawning. Stiles's mouth formed a perfect 'O' as one of the cops tackled the criminal to the ground.

"Covered for what?" He asked.

"We're robbing a bank," Olivera said nonchalantly. She added a little shrug to it.

"Sperm bank," Stiles corrected her. "Get more money for it if we sell it back to them."

Olivera cracked a smile, stifling a laugh. Mr. Stilinski shook his head. These were his kids. He couldn't tell if they were serious or just really into the TV. Getting up, he stood in front of the TV blocking their TV show off.

"C'mon!" Stiles whined, leaning to the side and laying in Olivera lap in the process. He waved frantically and now magical telepathy made the man move.

"No criminal activities," Mr. Stilinski ordered.

"Of course," Olivera said, crossing her finger over her heart. She nudged Stiles jokingly. He laughed and scratched his forehead.

"Dad, We'll be watching TV with Mexican food tonight. Promise," Stiles said. "Our lives aren't that exciting."

"Oh please. I know you two are sneaking out to crime scenes when grounded-" He pointed at Stiles. "And you get arrested."

He then pointed at Olivera. Olivera started laughing unable to hold it in any longer.

"We're good teenagers," Olivera assured him, nodding, jutting out her lower lip and batting her eyes at him.

"Well you certainly aren't normal," he sneered. Stiles started laughing and sprawled out on Olivera's lap. She giggled hysterically, swatting him. "Just stay in okay?"

Stiles and Olivera saluted him simultaneously. He stared at them a little longer and more skeptically before traipsing off to the kitchen.

"We'll leave after he goes," Stiles told her. Olivera's laughter faded, her face falling.

"Alright. You got what we needed?" Stiles nodded.

"I want you to leave after okay? I don't want you to see it," she said, thumping her fingers on his shoulder to a rhythm.

"I'm not leaving you to deal with this alone. Scott and Derek will handle Isaac, Erica, and Boyd. I have you," he said.

"Why would do this Stiles?"

"That's what family is there for," he answered. Olivera felt a swelling in her chest. She grabbed his head and hugged him. He whined trying to wriggle free of the uncomfortable position. Her extra strength kept him there a minute longer. When she did let go, he fell to the floor with a thump. He laid there face down for moment, mumbling inaudibly into the carpet then got up and plopped back down beside her.

"I'm glad you don't think I'm a freak," she mumbled.

"Oh no. you're freak. Just one of the better ones," he said. Oliver hit him playfully. He just laughed.

"I'll be back. The station just called me in," Mr. Stilinski said as he made his way to the front door. He grabbed his forest green coat and walked out.

"Bye!" Olivera chimed. She watched him leave out of the corner of her eye. She counted to five then jumped to her feet. "Let's go."

Stiles peeked out the front window and nodded.

"Are you ready?"

"No." Olivera's voice shook. Stiles looked back at her, tears made her eyes glitter.

"You're going to get through this okay? Then we can joke about it tomorrow," he told her. Olivera just nodded and wiped her eyes before they could leak tears.

The two of them left the house. Olivera paused before closing the front door. She breathed in deeply, keeping the scent of alcohol, dirt, and take out in her lungs. This was going to help. Knowing that there was a home waiting when she got back would help. Olivera's hands shook on the ride.

"Does Derek know we're coming out here? It is technically his property," Stiles asked, glancing over at her. Olivera stared straight ahead, wringing her fingers.

"Yes. I told him I'm coming out here so you can chain me up. Just not in so many words. It's why he is keeping Scott away from me. I asked him," she said.

"Good. I'd hate for him to kill me. I like my life right now," Stiles said.

"Oh? Talk, tell me. Please," Olivera said almost begging. Her heart raced as she watched the trees go down past the horizon.

"Erica and I could-possibly be-" Stiles paused. "Is dating the right term? I'm not sure really. Maybe she's just playing with me."

"Erica doesn't play much. Not with you anyway. I know her," Olivera said. "You're her…prince charming like figure."

"Really?" He asked in disbelief. "Sweet!"

Olivera laughed and went back to looking out the window. Deep breath in, deep breath out, she thought. The distraction didn't last very long. They slowed on the side of the road. The woods were dark. It was another fifteen minutes and walking deep into the woods before they had stopped. Crickets chirped all around them.

"Are you sure this is deep enough? I won't get to anyone?" Olivera asked nervously. She gnawed at her fingernails.

Stiles slapped her hand away making her look at him appalled.

"Don't do that. Biting your fingernails means that you're into cannibalism or so I read in National Geographic." He hissed dropping the chains he'd taken from the back of his jeep. Olivera stared at him dumbfounded. He said it so seriously.

"Really?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Huh."

"Let's get this done," he said. Olivera nodded and held out her wrists. The cool metal felt nice on her skin at first. Stiles moved her towards a sturdy tree and tethered her to it like a leash per say. He wound around the chain her waist and up her arms and around each leg. The circulation in Olivera was beginning to get cut off. She could feel her body going numb from the tight grip the chains had on her. She hoped this was enough.

"There," he said after putting a padlock on the chains so she couldn't get free.

"Good, now go," she said.

"Nope," he said. "I already told you. You're not going through this alone."

"Stiles," Olivera whined.

"Not working," he said. He sat by a nearby tree across from her.

"And if I get loose?" she said.

"I'll run. Duh," he said rolling his eyes like she was the dumb one.

"And on instinct I'll kill you," she said. Stiles nodded taking in that answer.

"I'll deal with that when it happens," he said.

Olivera huffed and looked up at the sky. It was completely dark now. She could make out the shapes of the tops of the trees shooting up into the stars and swaying in the light breeze. Her heart hadn't slowed down any. The chains didn't make her feel any better about the change.

"Oh god." Her head fell forward, feeling her stomach lurch and her ribs crack. Screaming at the top of her lungs, birds all around them flew up and out of the trees sqwaking. Stiles jumped and gripped the earth as her scream pierced the night. She writhed in the chains trying to get free.

"Ollie!" Stiles yelled as his eyes bulged in their sockets. Her body contorted in way that weren't humanly possible.

"Stay away!" she growled out. Her eyes glowed green. They had changed, but not like Scott or Isaac. Her teeth grew razor sharp and her shoulders popped from their sockets as the change continued, shifting the chains. The moon shone overhead like a flashlight on her. It wanted to watch her in pain as she became this monster.

Olivera's skin grew dark and fur sprouted through like pine needles. She screamed more feeling it progress even more. The agony felt worse than that of hell or so she thought. The muscles in her legs tightened. Her vision had become blurry from the furious tears. They stuck to her eyelashes. Loud pops resounded and her knees buckled.

Stiles's eyes remained on her unable to look away from her face. She threw her head back. A howl erupted out of her, calling out for help. Part of the chain lockup fell from her form. Her entire shape was changing.

"That's bad," He mumbled shakily. Another dropped. Olivera howled. Her fur was red with tints of orange throughout it. It was gorgeous. "Ollie?"

Her head spun sharply with a half grown snout. She growled angrily at him. Another chain dropped, her hind legs were free.

"I agree with you. I'm going to go now," Stiles said quickly as he stumbled to his feet. He hesitated before running. Olivera snapped at him, nearly loose. Her paws kicked at the ground.

He didn't look back as his feet pounded hard on the ground. He reached in his pocket for his cell phone as he ran. A howl from behind nearly made him fall. She was really. She's loose, he thought.

"Derek!" he huffed into the phone. "She's loose! She got loose! I've never seen anything like it!"

The line clicked, going dead.

"Asshole." He stared at his phone. The douche hung up on me, he thought. "Ah!"

Dirt filled his lungs from the fall. Tomorrow, he'd be badly bruised. That was if he lived to survive tomorrow.

"Stop trying to get me killed you stupid roots!" Stiles yelled, looking back at his unmoving assailant. He got up slowly, keeping his eyes peeled for red fur. A low growl from behind notified him of Olivera's presence. He turned and saw she was only five or so feet away from him.

Olivera's fur was bristled.

"Wow, you're an actual wolf…a very big wolf with very green eyes," he said getting entranced. "You're not going to eat me are you?"

She bared her teeth at him.

"Is that a yes?" He watched her crouch down ready to pounce. Pictures of a lion eating an antelope came to mind. He was the antelope. He was always the antelope.

Leaping at him, he ducked and Olivera growled at the target she had aimed for. Stiles looked behind and saw her wrestling Derek. He didn't question how the gotten her so fast. He stumbled to his feet and watched as Derek hit her.

"Dude!" Stiles yelled. "Don't hurt her!"

"Her!?" Derek grounded out as she bit into his arm and flung him back away from Stiles. He held his arm. She had bitten down to the bone. Blood dripped from her chin.

Letting go, she watched both of them hunched down. Stiles took a step forward and she froze. He met her eyes and smiled. She was still in there. Derek groaned. Olivera looked at both of them, pawing the earth nervously. Stiles's reached out to touch her. Ducking him, she turned and ran leaving only dust behind.

The world in her felt so free as she ran under the full moon.

"We have to find her! She could attack someone," Derek grunted. Stiles was already ahead of him on the thought process and had run after her leaving the alpha behind. It would be a long and very exhausting night.

"Do you think she's okay?" Erica asked rubbing her head. The others were luckier than her. she didn't get the shackles like them. She got head gear that actually went into her head.

"I'm sure she's already home asleep. Call Stiles."

"Good idea." She pulled out her cell phone and dialed his number as Scott moved onto taking off Boyd's shackles. The phone rang twice before he picked up.

"Uh, hello?" he answered sounding distracted.

"Ollie there with you? I want to know if the transition went okay." She said worriedly.

"She transitioned alright, but I don't know where she went."

"Stiles, you lost her!?" she exclaimed.

"She got loose. She turned into an actual wolf, a big one!" he said alarmed. Erica sighed, hitting her forehead. "You have to find her. if somebody else does-"

"It'll be bad I know. I will. See you soon." He hung up. Erica looked back at the three guys. They stared at her with wide eyes having heard the whole conversation. This was going to be a long explanation.

Olivera grumbled unpleasantly at the disruption of her sleep. The sound of an ear blistering ringing nearby woke her. She opened her eyes groggily, stretching and pushing leaves about. Something prodded her in the back. Reaching back, she pulled a stick out and tossed it aside. She looked around.

"I'm in the woods," she said, trying to remain calm. The chains from last night sat on the ground still wrapped around the tree across from her. She rubbed her arms and legs, shivering. Looking down, her jaw dropped. There wasn't any bit of clothing on her. "I'm…I'm naked!"

She jumped up to her feet and wrapped her arms around herself. Parts of her body were black and purple probably from the change and her nightly she guessed. The night was quite a blur. She started to walk where sh had heard the sound of the phone. Sniffing the air, she caught a familiar scent. Stiles. The perfect combination of not showering and deodorant.

"Stiles," she breathed. "Stiles!"

"Ollie!" he called back. "Where are you!?"

"Uh, back by the chain," she said aloud. She listened for his footsteps. He wasn't to far off.

"Whoa," he said. She whirled around to see him come from around a tree.

"Not a word to anyone," she growled.

"Oh, I'll take this to my grave," he said, shrugging off his plaid over shirt and handing it to her. She snatched it from him and put it on quickly.

"Last night was horrible." She sniffled after buttoning up the shirt.

"Let's just get back to civilization. Derek is waiting at the jeep."

"Why?" she asked confused.

"You attacked him last night." Olivera grinned proud fully.

"Yeah, I was pretty happy too," he said wrappign a comforting arm around her shivering form.

Olivera's transformation isn't like others apparently. Review?