Chapter 1
Scott POV
Today was the last day of summer, before we start school tomorrow. Yay. Note the sarcasm. It was late night, about 10:30 pm. My mom was working in the hospital tonight, so I was still up in my room, looking over shooting techniques for lacrosse. Suddenly, there was a loud crash outside followed by a crunching noise.
I quickly got fully dressed, with jeans, white sneakers, red hoodie, and a wooden baseball bat that was leaning against my bedroom door. Quietly I crept down the stairs and to the front porch. It was dark outside. I raised my baseball bat when I reached the rail.
Suddenly, something fell from the roof and dangled like a piñata in front of me. I quickly realized it was a body. "Stiles, what the hell are you doing?!" I shouted, lowering the bat.
"You weren't answering your phone. Wait, why do you have a bat? You don't play baseball?" He asked in a confused tone, still hanging upside down.
"Really, that's your problem with this. What the fuck do you think I have this for? I thought you were an intruder." I hissed at him, not answering his first question or helping him down.
"Look, I know it's late, but you got to hear this, dude. I just saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called, they're bringing in every officer in the Beacon Department and even the State Police." Stiles said as he jumped down to his feet.
"For what?" I asked quickly.
"Two joggers found a body in the woods." Stiles said.
"A dead body?" I asked, a little scared.
"No, a body of water. Yes, dumbass, a dead body."
"Like, murder?" I asked, probing a little further.
"Nobody knows yet, just that it was a girl, probably in her early twenties." Stiles replied.
"Wait, hold on. If the police already found the body, then what are they looking for exactly?"
Stiles had a gleeful look on his face. "That's the best part," he took a dramatic pause. "They only found half of the body."
Within minutes we pulled up to a sign that said, Beacon Hills PRESERVE: No Entry after Dark.
"We're seriously doing this?" I complained.
Stiles handed me a flashlight. I turned it on and put my hood up, as it started to drizzle. "You're the one always complaining that nothing ever happens in this town." Stiles replied, leading through the wood.
"I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow." I protested, but still walking up the edges of the trees.
Stiles scoffed. "Right, cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort."
"No, because, I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line." I said determined.
"Hey, that's the spirit. Everyone should have a dream, even if it is a pathetically un-realistic one."
"Like having Lydia Martin as your girlfriend." I shot back at him.
Stiles only glared back at me with an unamused glare. "Ha, ha, very funny."
"Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?" I asked, as we walked into the woods. Stiles paused for a second. "Huh. I didn't even think about that?" he replied like it was nothing important.
"And, what if whoever killed the body is still out here?" I pressed on.
"Also, something I didn't think about." Stiles admitted like it was no big deal.
"It's comforting how you planned this with your usual attention to detail." I wheezed out, leaning against a tree, as I dug into my pocket for my inhaler. "Maybe, the severe-" wheeze "asthmatic should be-" wheeze "the one holding the flashlight."
Stiles stopped next to me and patted my back. "You alright, man?" He asked concerned.
I nodded back at him and shook my inhaler, taking in a huge puff. I shoved my flashlight into his hands. I quickly followed Stiles as he flopped to the ground behind a fallen tree. I dropped right next to him. There was a line of flashlights in front of us. I could hear dogs barking. It was the police. Stiles, being the idiot he is, scrambled up and ran, trying to go around them.
"Stiles!" I whisper-shouted at him.
I groaned, but quickly took another puff from my inhaler and scrambled up and ran the direction that Stiles went.
Stiles turned around when he noticed that I was no longer behind him. A dog barked at Stiles, making him jump and fall to the wet ground. "Stay right there!"
"Hang on, hang on! This little delinquent belongs to me." Said a familiar voice.
"Dad, hey, how're you doing?" Stiles smoothed talked.
"So, do you listen to all my phone calls?" questioned the Sherriff.
"No". Pause. "Well not the boring ones", Stiles admitted.
"Where's your usual partner in crime?" he asked Stiles.
"Who? Scott? He's at home. Wanted to get a good night sleep for school tomorrow. It's just me. In the woods. Alone." Stiles lied, unconvincingly.
A light flashes through the trees. "Scott?! You out there?" Sheriff Stilinski shouts into the woods.
I then heard a sigh, "Well, I'm going to walk you, young man, back to your car. And we are going to have a conversation about something called invasion of privacy." His father scolded him as he held onto Stiles' shirt collar.
I heard shuffling and the lights went away. I took the precaution of waiting a few minutes, then stepped out from my hiding place. "Dammit. Stiles was my ride home."
Having no other choice, I decided to walk deeper in the woods. My hood was still on, as I stared up at the sky. I was having a bad feeling about being out here, in the pit of my stomach.
"I have a bad feeling, right now" I murmured to myself.
Stopping to rest on a nearby tree, I took out my inhaler, shook it, and raised it on his mouth, just when a deer burst through the trees. I dropped to the ground as a herd of deer came running towards me. Suddenly they were all gone, and the woods went silent.
"Fucking inhaler. Where'd you go? I dropped it here somewhere." I muttered to myself as I pulled out my phone to get a better at my surroundings.
"Whoa." I whisper-shouted, only seeing glimpse of grayish skin color of half of a girl's body, before tripping, and tumbling down a hill that we climbed earlier. I fell flat on my stomach, and groaned. I had landed right on top of a hard rock.
After laying for a few seconds, I stood up and dusted the leaves off my clothes. I picked up my phone and right when I was about to pocket it, I heard a twig snap and a low growl. I froze, thinking it was a bear or coyote.
I slowly turned around and we both saw a huge animal beast-like, with red blood eyes. With unbelievable speed it sent me flying, hitting a tree, and falling to the ground. I scrambled up to my feet to try and get away, but was too late as the beast bit me on my right side, right under my ribcage. All I could do was scream out in pain as I felt large claws and fangs pierce my side.
After a few seconds, the thing retracted its claws and fangs, letting me go and disappearing into the forest. I didn't even bother trying to locate it. I just wanted to get out of the woods as quickly as possible.
I sprinted until reaching the road. A large red car was coming my way. But I managed to push myself out of the way and the car swerved, honking. I was breathing heavily as I lifted my shirt up, revealing a huge bite mark, and blood gushing out.
"Okay, what the hell was that?" I asked myself, starting to walk back home, now that I had a road to follow. I pulled my shirt slightly up to see a huge bite mark right below my right lung, it wasn't bleeding, thankfully. But I could feel an itch start to creep up my chest and a freezing sensation on my back.
But a sudden car horn broke me out of my thoughts. "Scott! Get in, c'mon man, I got to get you back home. Your mom would totally freak!" Stiles called out as he opened the car door and helped me get inside. I winced as my side brushed against the seat as I buckled myself.
"Okay, let's see this thing." A giddy Stiles said as we both walked through the hallway the next morning. I set down my stuff, and revealed the bandage on the bite. A bit of blood was still seeping through, but wasn't on my shirt.
"Whoa!" Stiles exclaimed.
"It was too dark to see much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf." I said to Stiles, as I put down my shirt.
"A wolf bit you? No. Not a chance." Stiles retorted.
"Well I heard a wolf howl." I told him, as we started walking towards the doors.
"California doesn't have wolves. I don't know about New York, but we don't have any in, like, 60 years." Stiles explained as they stopped at the base of the stairs.
"Well if you don't believe me about the wolf…Then you're definitely not going to believe that I found the body." Scott trailed off.
Stiles jumped and grabbed my shoulders. "Are you kidding me?"
"No, I wish. I am going to have nightmares for a month." I replied tiredly.
Stiles gave out a little laugh. "That is freaking awesome. I'm mean seriously, this is the best thing that happen into this town, since the birth of Lydia Martin."
Right on cue, a girl strutted beside the duo. She was gorgeous, with strawberry-blond hair and green eyes. She walked with confidence, and acted like she ruled the school.
"Hey Lydia. You look, like, you're going to ignore me." Lydia ignored him. "You're the cause of this, you know."
"Uh huh sure."
"What's up little brother?!" A voice behind me, made me stop in my tracks and whirl around in shock. It was someone I hadn't seen in nearly three years, but I knew that he was going to come back and visit sometime sooner or later.
My older brother, Chase McCall was back in Beacon Hills.
I didn't even hesitate to run up to him, and leap into his arms as he held me securely. I could hear the principal making the announcement of who my brother was, but didn't care.
"Please welcome home, Sergeant Chase McCall who has just returned from a year-long deployment overseas." The clapping all around me faded out of context as my brother rubbed my back soothingly, whispering that 'it's okay, I'm here'.
Eventually, I pulled myself back and allowed Stiles to hug my brother as the both of them were almost as close as my brother and I were. With Chase only being three years older than us, we usually went everywhere together unless specifically told not to. We got into trouble together, and were grounded together by our parent(s) respectively.
"I'm so glad you're home."
"Me too, little brother…me too." He responded, unknowingly laying a hand on the bite on my back, causing me to wince at the contact.
He noticed instantly and looked at me, concerned. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah I'm g-" I started to reply before Stiles cut me off. "He was bit by a wolf."
A/N: Hello good people of Teen Wolf fanfiction! If you recognize this story, you've probably seen it on my drabbles story a while back. I've decided to start posting the story since I've finished it and already started working on the sequel. Please don't hesitate to leave a review, fav/follow the story or pm me of your thoughts.
One thing I will ask is that if your comment isn't positive, keep it to yourself. I don't write negative comments on other people's stories so please don't do it to mine.
Other than that...keep calm and Teen Wolf On!