Stiles found himself back in the woods the same night. Everyone was right about it being dangerous but he couldn't help feel like he could handle anything that might be out in the shadows.
He had gone back for the woman. To bury her. Maybe give her peace. He still had her scent so it wasn't hard finding her. It wasn't even hard to dig the grave. It actually went quicker than he would ever have expected from himself but he wasn't complaining. After she was burried and he stuck some nearby flowers over her, he stayed for a while. He couldn't offer any words because he didn't know who she was. Just that she deserved this.
The sound of a snapping twig came and pulled him from his thoughts. He turned around and spotted a woman with dark hair staring at him from ten feet away. How'd she get that close without him hearing her?
"Are you okay, young man?" There was something about her that exuded power. He could also sense an elegance to the older woman.
"Yea, I'm fine. Why?" Stiles answered.
"Because you're standing all alone in the middle of the woods."
"I'm fine." He repeated.
"Then what are you doing out here?"
"I was just..." He looked down at the make shift grave plot. "... nothing."
"You shouldn't be out here. There's a dangerous killer on the loose."
"Wait, why are you out here?" He asked.
"Oh, I'm just heading home." She nodded.
"Oh, uhm, do you want me to walk you?"
The woman lightly laughed. "I think I can manage, but you had better get home before you attract the wrong kind of attention."
"Yea, I was just leaving." He turned to walk away from the scene.
"I'll see you tomorrow night, Mr. Stilinski." The woman called.
Stiles turned back in surprise only to find her gone, like dust in the wind. Nothing but her scent staying behind. It smelled oddly familiar to the body he'd just burried. But why? Stiles shrugged his shoulders and walked away.
Stiles openned his eyes and found himself submerged in water. He looked around but couldn't figure out which way was up. He felt his breath running out and he need to act fast. He began swimming toward what looked like the way out.
There was light ahead, it had to be the way out. He swam harder as his breath neared it's end.
He was only mere inches from the surface when a hand reach from underneath him to grab hold of his wrist. He looked down to see what it was but all he saw was the arm, no body attached to it what-so-ever.
Stiles began to kick and scream, trying his best to evade the culprit but the grip was too tight, it wasn't budging. He tried swimming toward the surface but found himself being pulled further away from it. The arm kept dragging him down and his mouth shut tightly on instinct. He scratched and bit at the hand but it didn't bleed or even bruise. There was no use but he wouldn't stop fighting.
He found himself being pulled down until he was yanked across a threshold.
He gasped as he was yanked onto dry land. Stiles spit out the water that had gotten into his mouth. He laid on his back and breathed. In and out, in and out. Remembering what just happened he looked over to find the owner of the arm that pulled him out. It was the woman from the woods. The one who somehow knew who he was.
The woman smiled at him and then her eyes turned red.
"What the hell?" He exclaimed. "What are you?"
She didn't speak instead her expression changed from caring to angry. He could smell the protectiveness of her. He eyes look past him and he followed the gaze to find the wolf from earlier stalking toward the. It's head was low, it's lips snarled, and it's eyes were red like hers.
The woman and the wolf began to growl at each other menacingly.
'This is a dream. It has to be a dream.' He thought to himself. 'So all I have to do is wake up.' "Wake up, Stiles." He gripped at his own head. "Wake up. Wake up!" He began to yell. "Wake up! Wake up!"
The two red eyed warriors clashed into a battle that made him cringe.
"Wake up, Stiles, wake up!" His voice boomed with an echo.
Stiles openned his eyes and found himself submerged in water. He began swimming until he reached the surface. Looking around he found himself in a lack. It was morning now and the only noticable landmark was a lakehouse about thirty meters away from where he was. He swam over to a dock and climbed out. He walked up the path to the house and froze when the back door openned and out stepped Lydia Martin, the girl he had a crush on since the third grade.
"Lydia!" He said in surprise.
"Uhm, who are you?" She asked, her eyes wide and her lips pursed.
"I-I'm Stiles, we go to school together. Can you tell me where I am?" He asked.
It was odd, he was usually so nervous when he spoke to her but now, he just didn't feel like he had anything to worry about.
"You're at my grandma's lake house." She spoke slowly. "Completely soaked... and completely naked."
He looked down at his naked form and quickly covered himself with his hands. "Holy shit." He looked away in shame.
"You're not here to like, sexually molest or stalk me are you?"
"What, no!" He was offended. "I don't even know how I got here."
He looked at her noticing the bag of trash in her hand.
"Babe, is it that hard to dump a bag of..." Jackson appeared in the doorway. "Hey, what the hell is this?" He asked stepping down from the stoop.
"It's not what you think." Stiles said.
"I think," He pushed Stiles.
"Don't push me." Stiles warned.
"That you." Another push.
"Stop." Stiles said.
"Are trying. To fuck. My girl." Three more shoves.
"No I'm not."
"Then what are you doing here, Stilinski? You're standing here naked like some sort of freak... and you're telling me it's a coincidence." He pushed Stiles again.
"I said stop." Stiles warned, his anger starting to take hold of him.
"Or what?" He pushed once more but this time Stiles pushed back sending him flying into the door.
Jackson got up angrily and began to stomp towar Stiles until Lydia stopped him.
"Jackson, let's go, now." She looked demandingly at him. He turned with a snort and walked inside with her.
Stiles' breathing was heavy and he couldn't seem to calm himself down. He stepped closer and punched the house three times in the same spot before walking in the direction his instincts pulled him in.
He didn't look back at the very large dent that was where he punched the building. He didn't think, he just ran as fast as he could to get away from there.
"Alright." Scott said meeting Stiles in the school parking lot. "I did some research last night."
"Woah, since when do you research? That's usually my thing, you're always the hands on one." Stiles voiced his shock.
"No, it's true." Allison said appearing next. "He kept waking me up to translate for him." She said.
"Hey." Stiles nodded to her.
"Hi." She gave a shy wave.
"Yeah, hello, no can we get back to the matter at hand?" Scott asked.
"Please." Allison said. "I can't wait for you to hear this." She told Stiles.
"Okay, so I did some research about all the things that are going on with you..."
"Really, what'd you find?" Stiles asked.
"It's simple, you're a werewolf." Scott said and froze, waiting for a reaction.
"Rediculous." Stiles dismissed and began walking toward the school.
"Told you." Allison celebrated.
"Okay, wait. Just hear me out. You're bitten by an animal, you can smell, hear, see things. You're cordinated all of a sudden. And animals can't stand you. Plus that wolf yesterday..."
"You guys laugh when I mention super powers but werewolves make sense?" Stiles questioned.
"Yes." Scott began.
"No." Allison interjects. "Personally, I think you're both crazy."
"Oh do you?" Scott asked squinting his eyes at her. "Then tell him what happened at breakfast."
Stiles stopped and turned toward them now.
"What? What happened at breakfast?" He sounded eager.
"Scott convinced me to asked my dad about what he thought of werewolves and such." She spoke like she was embarrassed.
"And he nearly bit her head off." Scott finishes. "He definantly knows something."
"About what?" Stiles asked.
"About you, idiot. About the wolf in the woods, about all the strang shit that's going on." Scott smaked the back of Stiles' head.
"Why would you think that?"
"Because, he showed up in the woods yesterday with a bunch of guys and a bunch of guns."
"What do you think?" Stiles turned to Allison.
"I don't know about the whole werewolf thing but... I do think my dad knows something."
"Something like..." Stiles left the question open ended.
"Maybe something like, why he told my mom it was a mountain lion instead of a wolf." Scott answered.
"Or... he just doesn't want her to panic."
"I don't there's any less panic involved with being chase by a mountain lion than there is a wolf." Scott gave a 'smart ass' look.
"He's got a point." Allison pointed out.
The bell rang notifying in was time for class and the three students headed inside. Stiles hid the fact that the bell sound had burst his eardrums from the other two.
"Tryouts are today." Scott reminded Stiles as he headed off toward his first class.
"Cool, I'll see you guys at lunch." He sound.
Stiles headed for his class but Allison called out before he could abandon her. "Wait, where is..." She read the paper in her hands. "Mrs. Taylor's class?"
"It's room 206, at the end of the hall." He pointed.
"Thanks." She said and she disappeared with the mess of students that littered the hall.
Coach blew his whistle signalling everyone over to him. They all circled him, some people kneeling and some standing, but everyone wore practice gear. Stiles and Scott stood amoung them, clad in armor and ready for battle, in a sense.
"Alright let's get started." Coach yelled over them all as he began to walk around looking at all of their faces. "Alot of you didn't make the team last year. You all know why, it's because you suck. But here's your chance to redeem yourselves." He stopped in front of Greenburg. "Some of you anyways." Coach gave a look of pure dissapointment before continueing. " Now, I wanna see some stick coliding, some agression, I wanna see some la crosse players!" Stiles wiped at his the small spek of spit that landed just under his eye. "Let's go! Asses on the field!" Coach yelled and the players all let out cheers as they headed for the field.
It sounded like thunder when Stiles collided with Jackson. The entire practice came to a halt.
Jackson had been antagonizing Stiles and Scott for years but today he seemed to have it out for the two. He verbaly attacked the two since the start of the day and that was nothing new. They could take that in stride. But when Jackson went so far as to unnecessarily charge into Scott when he didn't even have the ball, Stiles couldn't help himself.
It was like something took hold of him and before he knew it, he was throwing all of his body weight onto Jackson's back. Jackson fell to the ground and Stiles was ready to attack even more but Scott was right there before he could.
Scott put a hand Stiles' chest and pushed to get his attention. "Dude! Your eyes." Scott demanded with a whisper.
Stiles finally tore his eyes away from Jackson long enough to see Scott's face, he looked afraid.
"Your eyes are glowing."
Stiles' labored breathing didn't falter but he allowed Scott to escort him to the lockerrooms while everyone else clung to Jackson.
Stiles immediately looked into the mirror when they reached the bathroom. The bright yellow eyes that stared back only made his panic grow.
"Make it stop!" Scott demanded.
"I can't!" Stiles screamed. "Leave, I don't think I can control this." He gritted his teeth.
"No, I'm not leaving you."
"Guys!" Allison's voice came from behind the lockerroom door. "What's going on?"
"Uhm, nothing. Stay out there." Scott said.
"Scott, go." Stiles said.
"It doesn't sound like nothing." She called again.
"Allison, we're fine. Just get back outside." Scott yelled.
"Leave!" Stiles yelled next.
"Okay, I'm coming in." Allison charged through the door. She froze at the sight before her. Stiles was holding Scott against a wall. The thing is, Stiles now had very large claws on his hands and glowing eyes. "Stiles?" She called. "What's going on?"
Stiles looked at her and she took a step back. His hands slowly eased back away from Scott's shoulders. The claws retracted at the same speed and his face slowly turned back to normal. The bright yellow eyes went as well, paving way for a completely terrified expression matching that of the other two teens faces. They were all afraid.
Scott slid down to the floor, emitting a sigh of relief and Stiles found himself falling to a bench where he rested himself.
"What just happened?" Allison asked.
"Like I said before; werewolf." Scott looked at her.
"Now that's what I'm talking about!" Coach burst in out of nowhere efectively startling the three. "Opposing team hurts one of your teammates, ya hurt 'em back!"
"Excuse me, uhm, is Jackson okay?" Allison asked.
"Who the hell are you? Wait, nevermind that, why are you in the boys' lockerroom?"
"I... came to check on Scott." She half lied.
"W-what are you, a couple?"
"No, he's my step brother."
"Oh, okay that makes sense. Step brother. Well step sister, why don't you step the hell out of this locker room!" He yelled.
Allison gave an outraged look. A look that probably scared the man but he didn't show it. "I'll be outside." She told them and walked out.
"Now, I really like what I'm seeing so far. The fire, the agression..."
"And you want me to be captain?"
"Woah, woah, slow down there speedy. You still haven't shown me that you can play."
"But, what about what you just said?"
"Listen, show up to tomorrow's tryouts, both of you, bring your A-game, and we'll see from there." Coach nodded with a hint of a smile before leaving.
The two boys changed and headed out finding Allison leaning against the wall waiting. She pushed off the wall and fell into step with the two boys.
"What are you still doing here?" Scott asked Allison.
"You guys are my ride, remember? I was in the bleachers during tryouts, you guys are pretty good." She said "Up until Stiles knocked Jackson into an out of body experience. Lydia hates you now, and probably me for defending you."
"Lydia Martin?"
"Yep, she's being so unbelievably nice to me. Starting this morning when she complemented my jacket. Speaking of which; She told me something interesting." Allison turned her attention to Stiles. "I heard, that our little werewolf here showed up to Lydia's lake house naked this morning."
Scott gave Stiles a shocked look. "What? How naked?"
"Bare." She answered.
"What the hell?" Scott all but yelled at him. "Why..."
"I don't know." Stiles finally spoke. "I guess I was sleepwalking, because when I woke up I was in the lake. I went to find help and she was just standing there, and I was naked. And that's not even the weirdest thing to happen in the last twenty-four hours."
"What do you mean?" Allison asked.
"When I left you guys last night I went back to the woods."
"What?" Scott asked.
"Why would you do that..." Allison began.
"Guys, just listen." Stiles said. "I went back for the body, to bury it. While I was out there this woman, she came out of nowhere. She didn't attack me or anything, she didn't even seem bad, we just talked a little bit."
"Why's that so wierd?" Scott aked.
"Before I could leave, she said; I'll see you tomorrow night, Mr. Stilinski."
"Okay, yeah, that's a little weird." Allison voiced her opinion.
"I never once told her my name." Stiles said.
"Okay, that's very weird."
"So tonight... she was talking about tonight." Scott said, voice clear with relisation.
"I guess." Stiles shrugged.
"So is there some type of significant event happening tonight?" Allison asked.
"Just one. Tonight's a full moon." Scott answered.
A/N: How am I doing so far. Feel free to let me know.