I forgot to mention this but I finished Teen Wolf last week :((((( I'm so sad! Maybe I'll continue the story a bit after it ends, cause honestly I love it too much ;)

I rolled over into the brown and orange leaves of the forest floor. I instantly shot up, realizing that I was no longer in my own bed.

It turned out that I was in the middle of the woods, by a small stream. I was still in my shorts.

As I started to look for a way to get home, I heard a twig snap behind me. I whipped around but no body was there. Another snap. This time it was closer.

All of a sudden, a large beast thing appeared in the fog. I tried to chase after it but it kept running. Somehow I ended up in water, which turned out to be someone's pool.

"Good morning," I said awkwardly to a man watering the lawn. He looked at me like I had three heads. By now I wouldn't even be surprised if I did grow three heads.

Later that day before lacrosse practice, Jackson walked up and I slammed my locker shut.

"All right little man, how bout you tell me where you're getting your juice?" He said.

"What?" I asked.

"Where. Are. You. Getting. Your. Juice?" He asked again, more firmly this time.

"Uh, my mom does all the grocery shopping." Jackson ranted for a few minutes about how I couldn't be that good at lacrosse and something clicked in my mind.

"Oh you means steroids! Are you on steroids?"

Jackson slammed me against my locker.

"What is going on with you McCall!"

"What's going on with me?" He nodded.

"You really want to know?" He nodded again, staring right into my eye.

"Well so would I! Cause I can see hear and smell things that I shouldn't be able to see hear and smell! I do things that should be impossible, I'm sleepwalking three miles into the woods, and I'm pretty much totally convinced that I'm going out of my freaking mind!" I spiraled and sighed.

"You think you're funny, don't you McCall?" Jackson scoffed. "I know you're hiding something. I'm gonna find out what it is. I don't care how long it takes." With one last punch on my locker and a smirk, he sauntered off to practice.

Cameron's POV

"Scott! Scott, wait up!" Stiles panted as he ran into his best friend. I trailed behind and sat on the bleachers behind them.

"Stiles I'm playing first elimination man, can it wait?"

"Just just hold up for a minute okay? I overheard my dad on the phone-" Scott tried to gather his equipment and Stiles stopped him. "The fiber analysis came back from the lab in LA! They found animal hairs on the body from the woods!"

"What my doofus brother is trying to say, is that they think it was a wolf that killed the girl." I cut in. Scott hurried to the field and said, "Sorry guys I gotta go."

Coach yelled some stuff at the boys and they started try outs. Jackson knocked Scott over and I groaned. He's such a jerk.

After that Scott did some really cool moves and flip, getting past over half the team and scoring.

The whole team, (minus Jackson of course) cheered and crowded around him. Allison, Lydia, and I stood up and clapped. Allison beamed and I could tell she really liked him.

"McCall! Get over here!" Coach yelled. I groaned internally. "What in God's name was that? This is a lacrosse field! What are you, trying out for the gymnastics team?"

Scott shook his head. "N-No Coach."

"What was that?!"

"I don't know. I was just trying to make the shot-"

"Well you made the shot. And guess what else? You're starting buddy. You made first line." Coach patted Scott on the shoulder and walked away. Scott has the most adorable smile on his face, like a kid that just got a puppy for Christmas.

I ran over to him and gave him a hug.

"Great job, Scotty!"

Stiles's POV

Later that night I typed furiously away at my keyboard. I had been spending the last two hours researching stuff on werewolves, lycanthropy, and everything else I could find related to the topic. I heard footsteps, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Cameron walk in and lean over my shoulder.

"Watcha doin?" She asked. I told her that I was doing research, and she pulled out a notebook, a few different colored pens, and brought a chair over next to me. We continued our work in almost silence.

Cameron's POV

After who knows how much time passed, a knock on the door startled both of us and we looked at each other before Stiles got up to answer it. I shut the computer.

"Get in," Stiles huffed. Scott waved at me and I said hi. I realized that it was very early in the morning.

"You gotta see this dude. We've been up all night, researching and stuff and-"

"How much Adderall did you have?" Scott asked.

"I had none," I said from the desk after yawning. I was exhausted. "Stiles on the other hand, had a lot."

"It doesn't matter," Stiles said. "Just listen."

"Is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?"

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

"The guy we saw in the woods the other day?" Scott asked sounding surprised. I snapped my head up.

"Wait what?! Derek who's family burned to death in a fire like a decade ago? That Derek Hale?" I asked. They both nodded. "Oh my gosh you two never tell me anything."

"Anyway that not it." Stiles said and looked at Scott. "Remember the joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore."

Scott looked confused.

"The wolf- the bite in the woods," Stiles said. "Cameron and I have been doing some reading and-"

"Do you know why a wolf howls?" I cut off my frustrated brother. Scott had this look in his eyes where I could tell he wasn't taking either of us seriously.

"Should I?" He asked.

"It's a signal, all right? When a wolf's alone, it howls to signal its location to the rest of its pack." I explained more calmly then Stiles.

"So if you heard a wolf howling, there could've been other nearby. Maybe even a whole pack of them!" Stiles went on.

"A whole pack of wolves?" Scott asked. I sighed.

"No, werewolves." Stiles said being completely serious. Scott stood up and look from Stiles to me, and then back at Stiles.

"Are you guys seriously wasting my time so this?!"

Scott's POV

"You know I'm picking up Allison in an hour," I said as I shrugged my backpack onto my shoulder. Cameron and Stiles were seriously ranting on about werewolves. I didn't have time for this.