Hello there, muchachos! So for those who have watched the season 4 premiere, wasn't that awesome? And teenage Derek is freakin' gorgeous! But I'm still on the fence about Malia. I wanna like her, but I ship Stiles and Natalie too hard to really accept her yet, but I hope she grows on me. And speaking of Stiles and Natalie, here's chapter 5!

After the second half of the body was found, Stiles called his dad to report Derek's crime. Next morning, the trio watched as Kurt chained the werewolf in handcuffs and led him to the police car. Derek looked over to where Scott, Stiles, and Natalie were standing and gave them the most intense death stare. The boys cringed under Derek's glare while Natalie flipped him off, which was a pretty ballsy thing for her to do. All the wolf could do was snarl at the redhead since he was restrained. Kurt pushed Derek in the back of the police car and shut the door. Being the curious teenager he was, Stiles ran towards that same police car.

"Stiles, get back here!" Natalie hissed. But Stiles ignored her and continued to run to the car. "Ugh, I'm gonna kill that kid!"

Natalie followed her best friend, being careful of not being seen by either her or Stiles's dad. Since Stiles took up the passenger side of the vehicle, she ran around it and slid into the driver's seat.

"You are so lucky that it was me that saw you and not your dad or else he would've handed your ass to you," Natalie scolded her best friend.

He scoffed. "I could've easily handled him either way." As Natalie rolled her eyes, Stiles turned to Derek. "Okay, just so you know, I'm not afraid of you."

"Yeah, you are."

Stiles glared at Natalie, who just raised an eyebrow. "I am not!" When he turned back to face Derek, the wolf stared him down like Stiles was his prey. An audible gulp traveled down Stiles's throat. "Okay, maybe I am." Natalie mumbled 'pussy' underneath her breath and Stiles wrapped his arm around her in a headlock and covered her mouth to prevent her from saying anything else. "It doesn't matter. That girl you killed… she was a werewolf. But she was a different kind, wasn't she? I mean, she could turn herself into an actual wolf, and I know Scott can't do that. Is that why you killed her?"

"Why are you so worried about me when it's your friend who's the problem?" Derek glared at the two teens, "When he shifts on the field, what do you think they're gonna do, huh? Just keep cheering him on? I can't stop him from playing, but you can. Both of you." He leaned in closer. "And trust me, you want to."

Before either Stiles or Natalie could respond, Sheriff Stilinski opened Stiles's door and dragged his son out. Derek leaned back in his seat and shut his eyes, processing everything that had happened, from his losing pretty much everyone in his life to being arrested for a murder he didn't even commit. Why must his life turn to absolute shit? Being a werewolf definitely had its disadvantages, and false accusation was one of them.

When Derek opened his eyes, he saw Natalie still sitting in the driver's seat, staring back at him with curious eyes.

"What?" he snarled, annoyed with these three teenagers who keep showing up.

"You know, I'm not gonna stop bugging you until you tell me who that girl in the photo is," Natalie said, "She obviously means something to you and I wanna know why."

"Why?" Derek asked, "What's it to you? Why are you so concerned with someone you don't even know?"

"I just don't understand why you are so closed off about this. Did something happen-"

"Drop it," the werewolf cut her off. He leaned father back and looked down at his lap. "It's not important."

"I don't have to be a werewolf to tell that you're lying." With his slightly wide eyes, Derek looked up at Natalie and she gave him a sad smile.

Although Natalie should be running for the hills at this point, she couldn't help but feel sympathy for Derek. Yes, he was dangerous and scary, but that didn't mean he was incapable of feeling. Even if Natalie didn't like Derek, she didn't like to see people beating themselves up over something beyond their control.

Suddenly, Kurt pulled his daughter out of his vehicle and pulled her by the elbow to where Stiles and his dad were standing.

"Why am I not surprised you are here?" Kurt grumbled as he pulled Natalie along.

"Isn't this police brutality?" Natalie stated, "I am an American citizen! I have rights!"

"Oh, be quiet!" Finally Kurt let Natalie go next to Stiles. "There, stand."

Kurt stood next to Sheriff Stilinski, who stood across from his son. Both police officers had their arms crossed in front of their chests as they glared at their kids.

Sheriff Stilinski was the first to start questioning. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"We're just trying to help!" Stiles defended.

"Uh huh…" Kurt clicked his tongue, "Okay, well then explain to us exactly how you came across it."

"We were looking for Scott's inhaler."

Natalie's eyes grew wide at what Stiles said. Oh, shit! They were gonna be in huge trouble now.

"When did he drop it?" Stiles's dad asked.

Stiles answered, "The other night."

"Stiles, shut up," Natalie said so only he could hear.

"The night when we found the first half of the body?"

"Yes!"

"Oh my god, Stiles, shut up!" Natalie groaned.

One of Sheriff Stilinski's eyebrows rose. "The night you and Natalie told us you two were alone and Scott was at home?"

"Yes!" Stiles answered a little too quickly. Once he realized what he had just said to his dad, his eyes grew wide and he tried to cover up his lie. "No!" Too late. "Aw, crap…"

The redhead sighed in disappointment and pinched the bridge of her nose. "God, you suck so much…"

"So you two lied to us," Kurt accused.

Natalie sputtered as she shrugged her shoulders. "Well, I mean, that depends."

"On what?"

"How you define lying."

Kurt shot Sheriff Stilinski a glance. "I don't know about you, John, but I define it as not telling the truth."

"Yeah, that sounds about right," Stiles's dad agreed, "How do you definite it?"

Natalie's mouth opened and closed as she tried to come up with a response. She nudged Stiles with her elbow. "Stiles, you wanna handle this one?"

It took Stiles off guard and he mimicked his best friend's previous actions. He flattened his hands out in front of him. "Um, reclining your body in a… horizontal position…"

"Get the hell outta here," Sheriff Stilinski told his son.

"Absolutely." Stiles rubbed the back of his neck as he walked towards his car.

Natalie laughed nervously and lightly punched her dad's arm. "I think you both handled that quite well, don't you think? You guys are doing an awesome job here."

"Go home, Natalie," Kurt ordered.

"Ugh, fine!" The redhead followed after Stiles.

As Natalie was walking, she slightly looked down and noticed a corner of a piece of paper sticking out from under a bunch of leaves. Her head whipped side to side to make sure no one was watching her before crouching down. She brushed the leaves away and saw that it wasn't just a piece of paper- it was a photo. To be exact, it was Derek's photo of the mystery girl he was so protective and weird over. Natalie was surprised that it was out of Derek's sight since he freaked out when she touched it. But with him being handcuffed in the back of Kurt's police car, there was nothing Derek could do about it now. Natalie picked up the photo and tucked it in her pocket. As she stood up, she brushed the dirt off her jeans and jogged to catch up with Stiles.

When Natalie was next to Stiles, she kicked him in his rear, making him yelp and jump up a bit. Stiles turned to Natalie with his jaw dropped. "Whenever I say, 'Stiles, shut up', that usually means shut the hell up!" He rolled his eyes as he rubbed the spot Natalie had kicked.

Stiles drove away from the crime scene when the trio got into the jeep. As Stiles was focusing on the road, Scott and Natalie were searching on their phones for more information on the strange purple plant they had found the night before. So far, the internet hadn't helped at all.

"I can't find anything about wolfsbane being used in burials," Scott said, scrolling through his phone.

"Neither can I," Natalie sighed as she tossed her phone onto the seat beside her.

"Just keep looking," Stiles said, "Maybe it's like a ritual or something. Like, maybe they bury you as a wolf. Or maybe it's a special skill, you know, like something you have to learn."

Scott scoffed. "I'll put it on my agenda. Then we have to figure out how I am gonna play this game tonight."

"Maybe it's different for girl werewolves…" Stiles trailed off.

"Ooh!" Natalie exclaimed, "Do you think girl werewolves have to go through periods?"

"Oh god…" Stiles scrunched his nose in disgust.

"What? It's an honest question! If they don't have to go through periods every month, shit, sign me up to be a werewolf!"

"Okay, stop it!" Scott exclaimed.

Natalie shrugged. "Stop what? Talking about periods?"

"No!" the wolf said, "Stop saying 'werewolves'! Stop enjoying this so much!"

Stiles looked over at Scott. "Are you okay?"

"No, I'm not!" Scott gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, "I'm so far from being okay!"

"It's gonna be alright, Scotty," Natalie assured him, rubbing his back.

"You're gonna have to accept it, Scott," Stiles told him, "Sooner or later."

"I can't!" Scott cried out.

"Well, you're gonna have to!"

"No, I can't breathe!" Scott's eyes were squeezed shut and he was breathing heavily. "Pull over!"

"Why?" Natalie asked, leaning in between the front seats, "What's going on?"

Instead of answering her, Scott sniffed the air. The revolting scent grew stronger when he looked down at Stiles's backpack. He pulled on the zipper and to his horror, there was a bundle of wolfsbane inside.

"You kept it?!"

Natalie smacked Stiles on the back of the head. "Ow!" he cried, "What was I supposed to do with it?!"

"You could've just left it alone like a smart person!" the redhead yelled.

Scott turned to Stiles and Natalie with yellow eyes and bared fangs. "STOP THE CAR!"

Stiles panicked as he slammed down on his brakes. The sudden movements made Natalie fly back against the seats harshly. She cringed as she rubbed the back of her head. Stiles picked up his backpack and tossed it to Natalie.

"Here," he said.

Natalie stared down at it in bewilderment. She immediately threw the backpack back to its owner. "And what the hell am I supposed to do with it?"

"Get rid of it!" Toss.

"Why can't you do it? It's your backpack!" Toss.

"Because I'm the one that's operating the vehicle!" Toss.

"It's parked, dumbass!" Toss.

"SOME PLEASE JUST GET IT OUT OF HERE!" Scott roared.

"Fine, we'll both go!" Natalie compromised.

Both Stiles and Natalie scrambled to get out of the jeep, leaving Scott in his seat. They grabbed both ends of the backpack and swung it back and forth a few times. Finally, they threw it far out in the woods and out of their sights. Giving each other proud looks, Stiles and Natalie chuckled and gave each other a high-five.

"That's what's up," Stiles chuckled breathlessly.

"Damn straight," Natalie agreed. She rolled her head and shoulders back. "Alright, Scotty, it's all good now. We can…" Her voice trailed off when she and Stiles turned back to the jeep. The passenger door was wide open and the seat was now empty. Which only meant one thing:

Scott had taken off.

"How did we not see this coming?!" Natalie exclaimed as her arms flailed around.

Stiles ran a hand over his head. "Maintaining a werewolf best friend is a lot harder than I thought I was going to be."

"Yeah, no shit." Natalie looked up at Stiles. "So now what?"

"Hmm…" He let out a huff of air. "Well, we can go over to my house so I can get ready for the game. On the way we'll call Tara and ask if she's seen anything. Minus the whole Scott going Wolf Man and taking off ordeal."

The redhead threw her hands up. "Sounds good to me." She walked to the passenger side of the jeep. "I call shotgun!"

As Stiles drove to his house, Natalie dialed Tara's number. Tara was an officer that had been working with Stiles and Natalie's fathers for a long time and the teens grew up knowing her. She even sometimes babysat them when they were younger and their parents were working. After Natalie punched in the numbers, she put the phone on speaker. The dial tone rang a few times before Tara finally answered.

"Stiles, Natalie," Tara sighed over the phone, "you know you can't call me when I'm on duty."

"We know," Natalie said, "but this is kinda important. We wanted to know if you had received any odd calls today."

"Odd how?"

"You know, like an odd person."

Stiles spoke up. "Or a dog-like individual roaming the streets." Natalie pinched his arm, making him grit his teeth in pain.

"I'm hanging up now," Tara said.

Natalie's eyes grew wide. "No, wait, Tara! Wait one second-"

"Goodbye."

The line went dead.

"A dog-like individual…" Natalie deadpanned, "Really, Stiles? You couldn't have been any more suspicious?!"

"Well, it's true, isn't it?" Stiles exclaimed, "I thought it was pretty accurate!"

Pressing her knuckles to her forehead, she squeezed her eyes shut to try to not let her anger show. She took a couple of deep breaths before looking at Stiles.

"Next time I call the authorities, let me handle it and do all the talking. Got it?"

Stiles rolled his eyes. "You're no fun…"

Soon Stiles parked his car in his driveway. Natalie headed straight for the kitchen when she walked inside Stiles's house with said boy trailing behind. She raided the refrigerator until she found two chocolate pudding cups. Then she pulled out two spoons from the silverware drawer and tossed one of each to Stiles, who easily caught them both. They walked up to his room and Natalie automatically flopped down onto the bed.

"If you spill anything on my bed, I will hunt you down," Stiles threatened playfully as he searched for his lacrosse uniform in his dresser.

"Promise?" Natalie smirked and gave Stiles a little wink.

Flustered, Stiles's lips parted as he tried to come up with something clever to say. But he couldn't think of anything because of the flirtatious look Natalie was giving him. "Just shut up and eat your damn pudding," he finally mumbled.

Natalie smiled to herself and opened her container. Shivers went down her spine as a cool breeze suddenly hit the room. It only reminded her that she forgot to bring a jacket for the game that evening and the long sleeved shirt she was already wearing wasn't really going to keep her warm.

"Hey, Stiles, can I-"

A maroon Beacon Hills High School Lacrosse hoodie landed on Natalie's head. She rolled her eyes as she pulled it away and set down her snack. As she slid into the sweatshirt, she let herself get lost in how warm and soft it was. It may have been big on her, but it just made her love it even more. Its scent was the perfect combination of Stiles's cologne, mint, and a small whiff of curly fries, which most girls might find repulsive but it was something Natalie had grown familiar and fond of over the years. A smile graced her face as she snuggled into the hoodie, which Stiles didn't miss and it made him smile also. He had always adored seeing Natalie wear something of his, whether it was a jacket or flannel. It made her look even more adorable- as if that couldn't have been any more possible.

As Natalie shifted into a more comfortable position on the bed, she felt the picture crinkle in her back pocket. Carefully she pulled it out and unfolded it. She studied the picture as Stiles slipped on his lacrosse uniform. He zipped up his jacket and when he turned to Natalie, he noticed the picture in her hand.

"What is that?" he asked, nodding his head towards the picture.

Natalie shrugged. "When Derek took me home after Lydia's party, he had this stuck to his dashboard. He got pissed when I asked about it so I figured it was important. And I saw it lying on the ground earlier at his house when my dad took him away. I felt like I couldn't just leave it there so I took it."

Stiles took the picture from Natalie. "She's pretty. Do you know who she is?"

"I figured maybe you would know," she said, "You did recognize Derek when we first saw him the other day."

Stiles flipped the picture over and the pair noticed a little message written on the back. Natalie rested her chin on Stiles's shoulder so she could read it.

'Der-Bear, times may be rough and you may feel like that you will feel alone in the world. You will ask yourself, "What is my purpose? Why am I still here?" When you look at this picture, I hope it will be enough to convince you that you are here because you are surrounded by those who love you. It may just be a little silly picture of me, but remember that you are the reason behind my smile. Don't get yourself down for things that are beyond your control. I'll always be right by your side through thick and thin. After all, what are best friends for? I love you. A. F.'

"I think I know who she is now," Stiles said, flipping it back to the photo, "She's a Fierro."

"A what?" Natalie asked.

"A Fierro. The Fierro's were friends with the Hales and lived with them in that house. They had three children- two boys and one girl. She was the youngest Fierro. I don't remember what her name was but I do remember that she was always with Derek. Her parents died in the fire but no one has seen either her or her brothers since."

"Wow…" Natalie gazed at the girl in the photo who looked so full of life. "No wonder Derek walks around like he hates everyone. I would be like that too if I lost my best friend."

Stiles wrapped his arms around Natalie's waist and brought her closer so that her back was pressed against his chest. "Well lucky for you, I'm not going anywhere."

The redhead scoffed. "How do you know I'm not talking about Scott?"

"Because you know I'm more irresistible than him."

Natalie chuckled as she placed her hands on top of Stiles's and rested her head on his shoulder. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

They remained in that position for a while. What Natalie had said about losing a best friend pondered in both of their minds. It reminded them of when they were in third grade and Natalie started to get really sick. She was absent from school a lot and whenever Scott and Stiles would visit Natalie at her house, she looked extremely pale. One day Kurt and Terri took Natalie to the emergency room when she had trouble breathing. That trip was when they found out that Natalie was diagnosed with cancer.

When Stiles's parents told him the news, he spent all night crying his eyes out. The first thing that he asked was if Natalie was going to die. John and Claudia Stilinski assured their son that his best friend was going to be just fine. Although they weren't so sure themselves. But whenever Natalie had to go to the hospital when her health was getting worse, Stiles would visit her every day and threw a fit whenever he had to leave her side. He even begged his parents to let them skip school a few times so he could see her. Eventually, thanks to weekly visits to the doctors and hours of chemotherapy, in just a few- and sort of long- months, Natalie became healthy again. She had been cancer-free for about seven years with no signs of it ever coming back.

It was a huge relief for everybody, especially Stiles. Without Natalie in his life… he didn't even want to think about what that would be like. He would just be lost. Of course he'd have Scott, who was basically his brother. But Natalie was his rock, the reason why he could get through every obstacle that stood in his way. If she had died, he would've lost the light of his life. He would've shut down and have himself locked in his room, closing himself off from the rest of the world.

But Natalie was still here. And she wasn't leaving anytime soon. That's all that mattered to him.

Natalie looked over at the clock. As much as she didn't want to pull away from Stiles's arms, she also didn't want him to be late for call-time.

"We should get going," Natalie said, getting up from the bed and shoving the picture back in her pocket, "You need to go warm up for the game."

Stiles groaned and laid back. "I don't wanna!"

"Come on, lazy butt!" The redhead pulled on Stiles's feet, "I will drag your ass out of this house if I have to!"

"God, you are so mean!"

"And yet you still choose to hang out with me!"

With much reluctance- and Natalie pulling on his feet some more- Stiles finally got up and they both walked out of the house. They both hopped in the jeep and Stiles drove them back to the school. After he parked the car, they both got out and bumped fists before he walked to the locker room. Natalie shoved her hands in her- or Stiles's- hoodie and walked over to the bleachers.

"Natalie!"

Said girl turned around and saw Lydia jogging up to her with two posters in her hands. One of them said 'We Love You Jackson' and the second one 'Jackson's #1'.

"What's up, Lydia? Whoa…" Natalie took a good look at the posters. "Don't you think you overdid it maybe just a little bit?"

"Hey," Lydia glared playfully, "what kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't support my guy? I'm actually surprised you didn't do anything for that Stiles kid since you have a thing for him or whatever. Well, I guess this counts." The strawberry blonde tugged on Natalie's sleeve then wiped her hand on her coat like she touched something that was grimy.

"God damn it!" Natalie groaned, "Does everyone know?"

"I'm pretty sure everyone besides him knows."

"Great… whatever. Let's just go find some good seats before they're all taken."

As the two searched around for a spot, they heard someone call their names. They looked up to see Allison and a man who Natalie assumed was Allison's father. Allison waved to her two friends and gestured them to come sit next to her. Lydia grabbed Natalie's wrist and dragged her up the bleachers.

"Hey, guys," Allison smiled. She tapped on her father's shoulder. "Dad, these are my friends, Lydia and Natalie."

The fact that Scott had told Natalie that Allison's father was a hunter completely slipped her mind. That was until he looked up at her with those piercing blue eyes that looked ice cold. It took Natalie off guard how menacing he looked. But she quickly swallowed down her fear and shook his hand after Lydia.

"It's nice to meet you, sir," Natalie greeted politely.

"There's no need to call me 'sir', Natalie," he assured, "You can just call me Mr. Argent or Chris. Whichever one you prefer."

"Yeah, I think I just prefer Mr. Argent," Natalie chuckled nervously. He gave her a suspicious look, almost as if he was peering into her soul. Needless to say that it made Natalie very uncomfortable. Thankfully, Melissa saw the redhead and sat down next to her. She let out a sigh of relief and hugged her. "Mama McCall!"

Melissa chuckled, "Hey, sweetie. How are you? It's been a while."

"I've been good," Natalie answered, "Just hanging around and trying to keep my dorks out of trouble. You know, the usual stuff."

"Thank god for that. Someone needs to keep their heads straight."

Natalie smirked. "Don't I know it?"

Soon the lacrosse team filed onto the field, causing the crowd to erupt in cheers. Stiles looked up and saw Natalie sitting with Lydia, Allison, and Melissa. When Natalie finally noticed him, she smiled and waved at him. He returned the gesture, not paying attention to where he was going and accidentally ran into one of his teammates. Natalie rolled her eyes and laughed. What a klutz!

The game finally started. It was going pretty well so far. Except for some strange reason, no one would pass the ball to Scott. Jackson kept scoring and was getting praise from the crowd. Just by the smug look on his face, Natalie knew he was the reason why Scott wouldn't have a shot. Lydia pulled out her first poster and stood Allison up along with her so she could help her hold the sign. It was the one that said 'We Love You Jackson'. It was a low blow for Scott when he saw that Allison was holding up a sign that was supporting Jackson out of all people. Natalie noticed this and buried her face in her hands.

"Shit," she mumbled, "This is not gonna end well."

She peeked in between her fingers and saw Jackson and Danny huddled with a few other players. She could tell that they were talking about Scott because he was looking incredibly angry. Angry to the point where he could… shift. Oh no. this couldn't happen. Not here. Not now. Natalie bit her nails and prayed to God that her best friend wouldn't lose control in front of all of these people. Maybe Derek was right. Scott playing in the game wasn't such a smart idea.

"Which one is Scott again?" Chris asked.

"Number 11," Lydia answered, "The only one who hasn't even touched the ball the entire game." Natalie shot her friend a glare, but Lydia didn't notice.

"I hope he's okay…" Allison worried.

"We need to win this." Lydia grabbed her second poster and stood up. She looked down at the brunette. "Allison! A little help here?"

Allison rolled her eyes, displaying that she really didn't want to help. But she stood up anyway. Natalie noticed Scott looking back up at the girls.

"For Christ's sake!" Natalie grumbled. She got up and dashed down the bleachers so she could sit with Stiles. "Come on!" she hollered, "Pass Scott the damn ball!"

"Henderson!" Coach Finstock yelled, "I swear to God, you need to shut your trap!"

"Last time I checked, this was a lacrosse game!" Natalie argued, "I'll do whatever I want!"

"Alright, easy there, tiger," Stiles said calmly, pulling on her arm so she was sitting next to him. With a huff, she crossed her arms.

Once the game restarted, Scott finally got a hold on the ball and started making some incredible moves. As the game intensified, Stiles reached over and laced his fingers with Natalie's. She looked up at him with her brown doe eyes and he just smiled at her. She smiled back and squeezed his hand. At one point, the other team had the ball. When the player came face to face with Scott, the wolf flashed his yellow eyes and bared his fangs at him. It freaked the opposing player out and he tossed the ball to Scott. Scott caught it and ran off.

Coach Finstock turned to Stiles. "Did the other team deliberately pass us the ball?"

"Yes, I believe so, Coach," Stiles answered. With the hand he wasn't holding, Natalie covered her mouth so she could hide her laughter.

"Interesting…"

Scott scored again, making the crowd cheer. Jackson was pissed and Stiles and Natalie were enjoying every minute of it. The game was now almost over. It was down to the last fifteen seconds. Scott ran towards the goal with the ball in his net. But then he stopped right in front of the goal and didn't shoot for who knows why.

"Come on, Scott," Stiles said, gripping onto Natalie's hand.

"You got this, buddy…"

Then Scott finally moved. He shot the ball right as the timer went off. They did it! Beacon Hills had won the game! The crowd went nuts and everyone ran onto the field in joy. Both Stiles and Natalie screamed in excitement and wrapped their arms around each other. He lifted her up, making her squeal. When he put her down, they looked into each other's eyes with huge smiles still plastered on their faces.

"He did it!" Natalie beamed, "And he didn't kill anyone!"

"Thank god for that!" Stiles laughed. He was about to say something else when he was suddenly distracted by his father's voice. Sheriff Stilinski was on the phone in what seemed to be a deep conversation. "Dad, is there something wrong?"

Sheriff Stilinski put his hand up, telling the teenagers to hold on a minute. Stiles and Natalie looked at each other in worry.

"That was your father," Sheriff Stilinski told Natalie, "He said that whatever killed that girl was an animal, not a human. They let Derek out of jail. And the real kicker? The body belonged to Laura Hale, who just so happened to be Derek's sister." He pulled his phone back out of his pocket when it rung. "I gotta go take this." He answered the phone and walked away from the shocked teens.

"Crap, where's Scott?" Stiles wondered, "We need to go tell him!"

"Uh…" Natalie looked around but found no signs of Scott. "Oh! I saw him run to the locker room. He's probably still in there."

Stiles nodded, grabbed Natalie's hand, and together they ran to the boys' locker room. They headed towards the showers but stopped and quickly hid behind the lockers when they spotted Allison with Scott. Natalie peeked at the two and her eyes widened at the sight of Scott and Allison making out. She smacked Stiles's arm so he could see. They knew that they were invading a private moment, but they couldn't help themselves. Their best friend making out with a girl was something that they didn't see every day! It almost made them proud.

Scott and Allison exchanged a few more words before she walked away. Stiles and Natalie went back to their hiding spots, but it was sort of too late since Allison already knew they were in there.

"Later, Natalie," she said as she passed them, "Later, Stiles."

"Later," the pair said in unison. They looked at each to each other and shrugged their shoulders. One by one, they stepped out from behind the lockers to meet a giddy Scott McCall.

"I kissed her…" Scott said breathlessly.

"We saw that," Natalie smirked, shoving her hands in her pockets.

"She kissed me…"

"Saw that, too," Stiles smirked, "It's pretty good, huh?"

"I… I don't know how," Scott said, "but I controlled it. I pulled back." A smile stretched across his face. "Maybe I can do this. Maybe it's not that bad!"

Natalie patted Scott's arm. "Good for you, Scotty! Look at you, all grown up and everything!"

"Yeah," Stiles said a little too quickly. Once again he grabbed Natalie's hand. "We'll talk later then!"

He was about to leave the room, but Scott knew that something was wrong. Placing a hand on Stiles's shoulder, he stopped him from going anywhere.

"What?" Scott said.

Natalie ran a hand through her red velvet hair. "Um, my dad called Stiles's dad earlier. He said that the medical examiner looked at the half of the body we found last night."

"And?"

The redhead sighed. "There's no easy way to put this. Look, the medical examiner determined that the girl's killer was an animal, not a human. They think that Derek's a human, not an animal. So long story short, Derek's not the killer and they released him from jail."

"Are you kidding?" Scott exclaimed.

"Unfortunately, no," Natalie cringed, "But there's something else. Stiles?"

Said boy spoke up. "Natalie's dad identified the girl. Both halves… Her name was Laura Hale."

Scott's eyes grew wide as can be. "Hale?!"

Stiles nodded. "Derek's sister."

Well, they were pretty much screwed at this point.

After they told Scott what had happened with Derek and the body, the three of them went out to eat at their favorite burger place, trying to forget about everything. When it got late, Stiles dropped his best friends off at their houses. Now Natalie had changed out her clothes and put on black gym shorts and a purple t-shirt with the sleeves cut off to make it into a tank top. She was brushing her teeth in her bathroom when her dog started barking.

"Rocky, be quiet!" Natalie scolded, although it sounded muffled with her toothbrush in her mouth, "People are sleeping!"

She waited until her dog was quiet before she continued to brush her teeth. It wasn't until a few moments later that Rocky was barking again. Natalie rinsed out her mouth and spit in the sink. She then placed her toothbrush on the counter and walked into her bedroom where Rocky was barking at the opened window. Which was strange because Natalie was sure it was closed when she got home.

"What are you yapping at, boy?" Natalie said, scratching her dog's ear. She looked outside her window, but she found nothing. She slid it shut while Rocky's barking ceased. Well that seemed to do the trick.

"You should really lock your windows."

"Oh my god!" Natalie ran to her bed and dived under the covers. Rocky ran out of the room at his owner's sudden outburst. When Natalie pulled her blanket off her head, she saw Derek sitting on her desk chair, looking through her phone.

"It's not really safe," he continued nonchalantly, "Especially with the killer on the loose."

"What the hell are you doing here?" Natalie hissed, "You know my dad's a deputy. I'm sure you remember since he was the one that arrested your ass!"

"Yeah, thanks to three idiotic teenagers who thought digging through my property was such a great idea," Derek snorted, tossing Natalie's phone on her desk.

The redhead pinched the bridge of her nose as she got out of her bed. "Okay, let me ask this again since you clearly ignored me the first time. Why the hell are you here?"

Derek stood up and walked over to Natalie. "I believe you have something that belongs to me." He held out his hand to her.

But Natalie just stared at it as if it was a foreign object. "I don't have anything."

"Are you really going to play dumb with me?" Derek growled, "You think I didn't see you pick up my photo on my lawn?" Blue replaced the green in his eyes, making Natalie step back. "I'm not going to ask you again."

It would be best if Natalie didn't provoke the wolf any further. With a roll of her eyes, she walked to her dresser and plucked off Derek's photo. She hastily smacked the photo against his broad chest.

"Here," she sneered, "There's your precious photo. You can now get the hell out of my house since you're not gonna tell me who that girl is though all I know is that she was someone you were really close to before the fire. Don't let the window hit you on the way out. Or do. I don't give a shit."

Natalie turned off her lights and climbed into bed. Her back was facing towards the window so she didn't have to look at Derek. She was waiting for him to jump out of her window right away. But he didn't.

"Anabelle."

The response was so soft that at first, Natalie wasn't really sure that Derek had said anything at all. Confused, she sat up, turned on her lamp, and faced Derek.

"What did you say?"

Derek shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans and faced Natalie. "The girl in the photo. Her name was Anabelle. Her family lived with mine long before we were even born. She used to be my best friend before the fire. But she's not anymore. And I'm the reason why."

It was too silent. Neither of them knew what to say. Natalie honestly wasn't expecting Derek to give her any sort of information about the girl at all. She thought that maybe she should just leave the topic alone. But she was too curious to stop.

"What happened between you two?"

Again, she was met with silence. Derek took a deep breath before hesitantly sitting back down on the chair. He rested his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward. His eyes remained on his hands.

"It was a week before the fire. She was out with her boyfriend at the time and didn't come home until the next day. I blew up on her. I called her some things that I even know were out of line. She then brought up my now ex-girlfriend. I was angry and…" He paused for a bit as his hands clenched and then unclenched. "I hurt her. Emotionally and physically." A dark chuckled escaped from his mouth. "I don't even know why the hell I'm telling you this."

"Because I'm a good listener and I don't judge," Natalie said, "And you can't keep stuff like this bottled up."

"Why do you think it's something I should even talk about?"

"It will eat you alive if you don't. You walk around this town like you think you're some kind of badass because you can beat the shit out of people. It's okay to talk about the past and admit that you have feelings. It doesn't make you less of a human."

"But I'm not a human!" Derek snapped, shooting his head up so he was looking at Natalie with his blue wolf eyes, "That's why my family is dead and Anabelle wanted nothing to do with me anymore! Her last words to me were that she hated me and that she never wanted to see me again! I should've listened to her from the beginning but I didn't because I was a stupid teenager who thought that he was in love! And now she's gone! Anabelle's gone because of me! It's the same shit that's going to get Scott in trouble. Or worse, he'll end up dead! Is that what you wanted to hear? Are you satisfied now?"

Derek slammed his fist down on the desk in frustration. His shaky hands grabbed onto his black hair and he took deep breaths. Natalie was just staring at him with wide eyes. She had just witnessed the big bad wolf lose his cool. The outburst definitely frightened her and she was now regretting taking the picture in the first place. She was also kind of surprised that neither her parents nor her brother heard Derek yelling. They were some heavy sleepers.

But that wasn't the point at the moment. All Natalie knew was that she had to choose her next words carefully.

"Did Anabelle die?" she asked cautiously.

Derek sighed before looking back at Natalie with his normal green eyes. "From the fire?" he said more calmly, "No. She was at school with me when that happened. But that was the last time I saw her and that was six years ago. I don't know if she's still alive or not, but if she did, I feel like for some reason, I would know. Either way, I don't think she wants to be found. I've been looking for her all around the country and even some different parts of the world but I can't find her. I just stopped searching a few months ago."

Natalie looked down at her hands in sadness. "I'm sorry. Even though that's most likely what you don't wanna hear."

"It was a long time ago," he said, "Maybe I'll find her one day." Derek shook his head and stood up once again. "But right now, I've got more important things to worry about. And so does Scott. You and Stiles need to tell him that he needs to listen to me if he wants to stay alive."

He didn't give Natalie a chance to say anything and he jumped out of her window. The redhead ran her hands through her hair, trying to process everything that had just happened. Deciding that she didn't want to think about it anymore, she turned her lamp off and settled back into bed. Thankfully it didn't take her long to fall asleep. She hated Scott even more now for dragging her into this werewolf mess.

I hope you guys enjoyed it! PLEASE review and let me know what you think! I know this was a lengthy chapter and I packed in a lot of information, but it's all necessary, I promise. And sorry if Derek seems a little too OOC in this chapter, but again, it's necessary for when I start my DerekxOC story (No One Else), which will hopefully be soon.

If you read Scars, PLEASE don't get mad and kill me, but I'm planning on getting rid of it. The more I think about it, the more cliche the plot sounds and people don't really seem that into it, so I'm gonna write a new IsaacxOC story, but with a different OC and plot. It's gonna start in season 2, just like Derek's story so it might be a while until I start it, but I think it's gonna be a hell of a lot better and I think you guys will enjoy it more. It's gonna be called Nirvana, which I got from Sam Smith.

Also, if you have any questions about either Awake and Alive, No One Else, and Nirvana, please ask away when you leave a review and I will happily answer it! I hope to update soon! xoxo, Maddie :)