Chapter Two

I was sat, alone on the benches, watching my brother's after school practice. But I was still reeling about what had just happened. Allison's father was one of the hunters from last night. It was official- we had the worst luck imaginable. What was Scott going to do? The idea of telling him to break it off with her had crossed my mind more than once, but I knew that it wouldn't go down well. Scott had never had a girlfriend before, so I knew he would be more reluctant to let her go because of who her father was. I just hoped he didn't recognise him from last night, because if he did there was a slim chance he was preparing all his weapons to follow me and Scott home after school.

'McCall. My grandmother can move faster than that. And she's dead. Do you think you can move faster than the lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother?' Coach's voice boomed so loud that I wouldn't have needed supernatural hearing to know what he was saying to my brother.

'Yes coach.' My brother said just as loudly, his breathing becoming heavier. I sat up, concerned and knowing exactly where this was going.

'What was that?' Coach taunted.

'Yes coach!' He bellowed, making his way back to the front of the line.

I watched, on the edge of my seat, anxious about how this was going to play out. Jackson was wearing a smug smirk that I had to force myself to ignore or the urge to wipe it off his face would have become more literal. Scott ran forward and shoulder barged him, making Jackson land on the ground with a soft thud. My twin fell to his knees moments later and I sprinted over to him, glad that everyone else's attention was on Jackson.

'Scotty?' I murmured, my hand rubbing circles into his back, ' you need to breathe, focus on my heartbeat. Only my heartbeat.'

'What's going on?' Stiles asked, crouching down on the other side of him.

I lifted a finger to my lips, indicating for him to be quiet.

'Just breathe, match your breathing and your pulse to mine.' I murmured, my voice gentle and soothing. I heard his breathing slow down to a more relaxed rhythm, and when he met my eyes they were his usual chocolate brown instead of glowing gold.

'What happened? Did you change?' Stiles said, standing when Scott and I did.

'I'm okay.' Scott assured us, unclipping his helmet and holding it under his arm, 'what about him?' He gestured in Jackson's direction to see him being escorted off the field by coach and Danny.

'Who cares?' I shrugged, smiling sheepishly when my brother gave me a look, 'he's a tool, and it's about time he got his own back on the field.'

'She has a point you know.' Stiles slapped his shoulder as he and my twin headed for the lockers.

'I'll wait in the jeep.' I said, giving Stiles a sweet smile that made him roll his eyes, but he handed over the keys anyway so I called it a win.

I was just about to unlock Stiles' beloved Jeep when the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I turned around. I scanned the parking lot- I could have sworn I felt like someone was watching me, but there wasn't a soul to be seen. With a frown and a shrug I moved to spin back around only to scream when I saw Derek already leaning against Roscoe. He quickly placed a hand over my mouth, and his other hand rested on my hip. I huffed against his hand and debated running my tongue across his palm, but for some reason I didn't think it would have the same effect it had with Stiles. He gave me a look as if asking if I were going to scream again and I just rolled my eyes in response.

He released me and I shoved his chest- it had no effect of course seeing as he already had the Jeep behind him but it helped get some of my anger out.

'What the hell was that! If you wanted to talk to me saying my name works just fine, Derek!' I yelled, crossing my arms over my chest.

'You need to stop your brother from playing the game on Saturday.' He said, foregoing any form of apology.

I scoffed, 'yeah, next joke.'

'He just changed in front of them, and you may have been able to get him to calm down this time but if it happens during a game you're hardly going to be able to get him to turn back without anyone noticing.' Derek insisted, stepping closer. I assumed he was trying to intimidate me, but all he was doing was pissing me off.

'Okay, Derek,' I virtually hissed his name I was that annoyed, 'you do not get to come over here telling us what we can and cannot do! You're the one that was for teaching us control and yet you've made no attempts to help us, so you can take your orders and shove them up your-.' I cut myself off when I feel my eyes change and my fangs grow. He'd pissed me off that much I was changing.

'Dammit. Move!' I shouted, trying to get into the Jeep.

'You want to learn control?' Derek asked, not budging from his place in front of the door, 'then do exactly what you just did with your brother. Breathe. Focus on the closest pulse to you and match your heartbeat to theirs.'

I growled in frustration and went to shove him out of the way but he just caught my wrists and held them firm, his eyes glowing at mine in warning. I slumped in his hold and closed my eyes, following his guidance, my hearing tuned into and concentrated on the steady thump thump thump of his heartbeat, my breathing matching his. I didn't know how long I was stood there for, but eventually I felt his grip loosen on my wrists, making me open my eyes, but he didn't release me completely.

'There you go.' Derek nodded and I gathered that was as much commendation I was going to get, which made me smile.

'Thank you.' I murmured, my voice barely audible.

'I'll talk to Scott myself. Don't tell him I was here.' Derek said, though his tone was a lot less ordering and more pleading, I gave him a nod to let him know I consented and he released my wrists completely and turned to leave.

It was much later, when Scott and I had been at home for a while, that I realised why Derek didn't want me to say anything to Scott- he wanted the element of surprise. But of course, I didn't know that, so when Scott screamed I sprinted to his room to see what was happening, when I saw him being pinned to the wall by Derek I rolled my eyes. As soon as I entered, he released my brother and leapt into the night.

'Seriously. Did he ever think that asking and explaining might be a better method?' I cocked my brow at the window Derek had left through.

'I need to find a way not to play in this game on Saturday, or Derek is going to kill me.' He said sounding completely defeated.

'Oh really?' I asked, I felt my eyes flash and cursed myself internally.

'Stacey,' Scott said, sounding like he was trying to calm me down.

I sighed and shook my head, when I opened my eyes again I was in control.

'How did you do that?' Scott questioned.

'The same way I calmed you down earlier. Focusing on my breathing and steadying my pulse.'

'Can you teach me? Maybe if you do, I can play on Saturday! They're counting on me because Jackson has a separated shoulder and mom's taking the day off to come and see me play and-,' He started rambling in desperation until I cut him off with a hand to his shoulder.

'I can help you come back from the transformation, but I don't know how to stop it from happening all together, and helping you come back isn't going to help if you go all Wolverine on the field.' I shook my head remorsefully.

He sighed in defeat and dramatically collapsed onto his bed, 'I'm so screwed.'

I fell beside him; mirroring his sigh, 'tell me about it.'

The week flew by once again, and seeing as I was busy with doing a few shifts at the clinic with Scott- the volunteering I did on the weekends, but the clinic I did weekdays, it helped me earn a wage- and doing homework, and reading ahead, before we knew it, it was the day before game day and as of this morning, Scott had yet to tell coach he wouldn't be playing.

'What do you think's gonna happen?' Stiles asked as we walked to math- Scott was usually with us but he'd gone to talk to coach.

'Honestly, I don't think coach will let him out of it,' I shrugged taking my seat next to Stiles at the back of the classroom.

'Well, if Scott straight up says he's not playing, he can't make him. Can he?'

I just gave him a look and he sighed as if realising that I might actually be on to something. When Scott walked in a few minutes later, looking even more stressed than before, my suspicions were confirmed.

'So…' Stiles trailed off as Scott took his place in front of me.

'I play tomorrow or I'm on the bench for the rest of the season.' He told us, looking extremely pissed off.

'McCall and Martin, up to the board please.' The teacher announced, I could tell he meant Scott, but seeing as he hadn't clarified I decided to take one for my brother, squeezing his shoulder as I passed him.

I accepted the chalk from the teacher with a smile and started to work on the problem, completely ignoring Lydia next to me, or at least I tried to.

'Why is there a rumour going around that your brother isn't playing tomorrow?' She asked, not even looking away from her working out.

'How would I know? I'm not the one that starts the rumours in this school, Lydia. They usually originate from you,' I smiled sarcastically at her as I finished off my problem.

'Still touchy over freshman year I see,' she muttered snidely.

I rolled my eyes, but otherwise remained silent.

'How about this, you make sure your brother plays tomorrow, and I'll make sure no more… nasty rumours about you and the basketball team emerge over the weekend.'

I laughed darkly, 'oh Lydia, you really didn't learn anything from last time, did you?' I glared at her, trying to keep my breathing level, 'you come at me and I come at you.' I leaned over to her and whispered, 'ten times worse.'

I saw her mask of arrogance drop for a moment to show a flicker of fear in her eyes before it was up again. But it was too late, I'd seen it and after writing the final answer on the board I handed the chalk back to the teacher and went back to my seat with a happy smile.

'Stace-,' Scott tried to talk to me, I assumed he had heard the entire conversation.

'I don't want to hear it, Scott. Your decision about playing in this game better not change because of her,' I jutted my chin in Lydia's direction, 'you know I can handle it.'

His eyes observed me for a moment, as if he were looking for some sign of dishonesty before he realised that there wasn't any. He nodded and turned to face the front of the room as the teacher assigned us some more problems to do.

We were walking out of math and headed for our next class when Scott spotted Allison and decided to go over to talk to her. Stiles and I hung back until he noticed his dad talking to the principal. He dragged me to the bottom of the staircase and asked me to tell him what they were saying.

We want everyone under eighteen to be in their homes by nine thirty. This is effective immediately…

'Curfew because of the body.' I informed him and Scott as the former joined us at the bottom of the staircase.

'Unbelievable. They're out there looking for the killer when he's just running around, doing whatever he wants.' Stiles shook his head in disbelief.

'I hope you're not talking about Derek.' I gave him a disapproving look and he looked at me as if I were insane.

'Yes I'm talking about Derek. He killed her and the police are no closer to finding her killer.' Stiles said, gesturing frantically with his hands.

'Okay, even if we had proof-,' I started but I was interrupted.

'We'll get proof. We're gonna find the other half of the body.' Stiles declared.

'Are you insane?' Scott and I shouted after Stiles' retreating back- he had just wondered off.

Scott looked down the corridor and when I followed his gaze I groaned- he was staring at Allison.

'Come on, you were just talking to her.' I complained as he started walking in her direction until I heard his next words.

'That's her jacket- from the night of the full moon.'

'If she has it then that means…' I followed his train of thought and realised why he was so concerned- Derek had to have bought it back for her.

'Lydia's introducing you to everyone?' Scott said by way of greeting as we approached his girlfriend.

'She is being so unbelievably nice to me.' Allison gushed, holding her black jacket over her arms.

'I wonder why.' I muttered, but apparently didn't go unheard by her.

'Maybe she knows how much being the new girl can suck.' She smiled and I couldn't help but smile back- Allison was really sweet, that was for sure.

'Where did you get that?' Scott asked her, gesturing to the jacket in her arms. I placed my hand on his arm, silently telling him to cool down.

'My jacket? It was in my locker. I think Lydia bought it back from the party she knows my combination so-,' She said, but she was cut off by my twin, my hold on his arm tightened as a result.

'Did she say she bought it back or did somebody give her the jacket?' Scott demanded and I shook my head with a sigh at his behaviour- subtlety was not his friend.

'Like who?' Allison was confused, and I couldn't blame her.

'Maybe Derek?' I cut in, hoping Scott would calm down he had no reason to be going all alpha male on her.

'Your friend?' She clarified, looking in between the both of us. Scott went to answer but I squeezed his arm, imploring for him to stay silent.

'I wouldn't say friend… our dad used to be friends with his mom years ago before… everything.' I lied smoothly, not wanting to attract the wrong types of questions.

'Oh, well, we didn't really talk in the car. He had the radio on the whole time and the only thing he asked was where I lived.' She shrugged with a smile; I could feel my twins anger growing.

'Oh, well I'm glad he gave you a ride home. I'll remember to thank him when I see him.' I smiled, pulling Scott's arm, 'come on, we've got to get to the clinic.'

'Oh you're working tonight?' Allison asked, ignoring the students who were leaving after the final bell.

'Yeah, he had to swap so he could have tomorrow off and I work in the week anyway.' I shrugged; I could definitely see myself being friends with her, she was really easy to talk to.

'Have fun. See you tomorrow night.' She smiled at Scott and I pulled him away before she could get disappointed at his lack of a response- he was lost in anger in that moment.

'Come on you idiot. Do you realise how badly that could have gone?' I asked him as he stormed over to his bike, accepting the spare helmet from him.

'I don't care.' Scott muttered, helping me balance on the back of his bike.

'Where are we going?' I yelled, not liking how fast he was peddling, but he didn't answer and when we entered the woods, I couldn't help roll my eyes. Of course he wanted to confront Derek. I had a sneaking suspicion that if I hadn't been on the back he would have tossed his bike to the side as soon as he got there. But thankfully, he hadn't been that lost in his anger and he gave me time to step off before throwing his bike, his helmet and his bag away.

'Was that necessary?' I muttered, knowing he wasn't going to answer me.

'DEREK!' He yelled taking a few steps up to the house, but freezing when the wind blew in our direction and I knew why- it smelled like blood. With a frown my gaze fell to the side of the house where I saw freshly dug up soil, a shiver ran down my spine as the image of the dead girl popped into my head. I really hope that wasn't what he had buried.

I looked back to the house and nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw Derek standing there.

'Stay away from her!' Scott found his voice and had no trouble voicing his demands, 'she doesn't know anything!'

'Yeah?' Derek stepped off the porch and jumped down onto the earth, stepping over to us as he spoke, 'what if she does? You think your little buddy Stiles can just Google werewolves and now you've got all the answers, is that it? You don't get it yet, Scott but I'm looking out for you.' His eyes flickered over to me a few steps behind my brother, 'both of you. Think about what could happen. You're out on the field, the aggression takes over and you shift in front of everyone.' He stared at my twin, probably looking for a sense of horror over the possibility of that happening, but Scott just looked like he was getting more and more annoyed.

Derek glanced down and picked up Scott's lacrosse stick and started gesturing with it as he spoke, 'your mom, all your friends and when they see you…' He poked Scott in the chest with the stick and he batted it away. Scott watched in horror as Derek's claws grew and sunk through the netting on his lacrosse stick 'everything falls apart.' He threw the stick in the air for Scott to catch, when we looked over to where he was standing moments before… he was gone.

'What is it with guys breaking things when they're angry?' I sighed, taking the stick from Scott to inspect the damage, 'this can be fixed.'

'I know. We need to call Stiles.' Scott said, his voice grave as he helped me climb onto the back of his bike once more.

'Why?' I held onto his shoulders as he started peddling, a lot calmer than the journey up here.

'I'll explain when we get home.' As soon as he said that, I knew it was something he didn't want Derek to hear, which meant whatever it was, wasn't something good.

I was sat next to Scott on his bed, just finishing up the required reading for economics when Stiles cam barrelling into the room. Scott was just finishing mending his lacrosse stick and we both looked up to Stiles with matching expressions of amusement.

'What did you find? How did you find it? Where did you find it? And yes, I've had a lot of Adderall so…' his eyes twitched as he finished speaking, making me chuckle quietly.

'We found something at Derek Hale's.' Scott said and I silently closed my book, knowing I wouldn't be able to concentrate anymore.

'What are you kidding? What?'

'There's something buried there. We smelled blood.' I informed him, wrinkling my nose as I recalled the scent.

'That's awesome!' Stiles exclaimed, making me snort before he amended himself, 'I mean that's terrible! Who's blood?'

Scott stood from the bed while I remained seated, 'I don't know. But when we do, your dad nails Derek for the murder and then you help me figure out how to play lacrosse without changing.'

'This is such a bad idea.' I groaned lying back on the bed and looking at the ceiling, 'there are a million reasons why we smelled blood- he could have cut himself and he'd just buried a time capsule or something.' I looked up to see both of the guys giving me disbelieving looks making me huff, 'I'm sorry, but I just can't picture the big brother Cora used to rave about as a murderer.'

Scott's eyes softened and he sat next to me on the bed, pulling me into sitting position, 'I know, Stace, but if he did kill that girl then he deserves to be bought to justice for it.'

'Can't we just ask him?'

Scott frowned while Stiles out right laughed, 'if you'd murdered someone, would you outright admit it?'

'I see your point. I'll help, but for the record this is a stupid idea.' I said, standing up with help from Stiles.

Scott ruffled my hair as we made our way out the door. We made our way out to Stiles' Jeep and headed to the hospital. I definitely had a bad feeling about this.

'This way.' I grabbed Scott's elbow and led him in the direction of the morgue- I had been down there a few times to help mom wheel a body in for autopsy and it gave me the creeps every time.

'I'll wait here,' Stiles gestured to the reception desk and we left him with a nod.

It didn't take us long to reach the morgue, I managed to discretely hide my face from anyone who would have recognised me- I didn't need anyone asking me questions about what I was doing down here without an escort. It would have gotten me reported. When we finally reached the room, Scott led me in by my hand that was shaking slightly over what we were about to do. I pointed to the container labelled "Jane Doe" and Scott carefully and slowly pulled it open and pulled back the white cloth covering it. I took a breath the same time Scott did, and tears formed in my eyes as I recognised the scent- it was the same as the one I had smelled on Derek's property and from the look on Scott's face, he realised that too.

After the body was covered just as carefully as it had been before, we left the morgue and went back upstairs to find Stiles, who was stuck reading a pamphlet on "the menstrual cycle" as he very plainly stared at Lydia. I pulled the paper out of his face, giving him a "really?" look, smirking when his cheeks tinted red.

'The scent was the same.' Scott said bluntly.

'Are you sure?' Stiles stood up and looked between the both of us.

'Yes.' Scott said, while I nodded my confirmation.

'So he did bury the other half of his body on the property.' Stiles said, his tone disbelieving.

'It's starting to seem that way, yes.' I agreed.

'Which means we have proof he killed the girl.' Scott sounded like he was looking for approval from Stiles.

'Not technically. The police aren't just going to dig up his property on a hunch, they'd need hard evidence.' I interjected, looking in between them both as I tried to figure out what they were thinking.

'Well it's a hunch we're going to use.' Stiles said, making his way for the exit, only to stop at Scott's question.

'How?'

'Tell me something first. Are you doing this because you want to stop Derek, or because you want to play the game and he said you couldn't?' Stiles asked, staring at Scott impassively.

'There were bite marks on the body, Stiles. Bite marks.' Stiles nodded, pleased with the answer and I shivered as I the image of the half of the body we had found jumped into my head again.

When we got into the Jeep, Stiles informed us of his plan and I straight up refused to be involved- if they wanted to go digging up the body when it was pitch black that was on them. But the very idea of seeing her eyes staring at me again was enough to make my stomach churn, so after I told them both to be careful and keep me updated, I took the car keys from Scott and got dropped off at home. I forced myself to get lost in my homework, and thankfully I was completely absorbed in the task and managed to get it all finished in just under an hour. I was debating continuing with reading ahead in English when my phone chimed with a text.

We're almost done, but we could do with a look out. The longer we take the more I'm worried Derek's going to show up.

I sighed and ran my hand through my hair. On one hand, I was terrified of seeing the body again, but on the other my brother needed me and I had yet to deny him when he outright asked me for help, even if I still had a niggling feeling at the back of my brain telling me that Derek didn't do this.

I'm on my way. I'll be about thirty minutes- I'll have to fill up the car first.

Thanks, Stace.

I pulled on my leather jacket and grabbed the car keys off my bed where I had thrown them earlier. Once I was sure I had my phone, I headed off. Tonight was a rare night that mom had off, and she had already handed the keys over to Scott because she knew she wouldn't be going anywhere- she usually used the time off to catch up on sleep and just relax, which neither of us could hardly blame her for. I had been saving up my wages at the clinic for a few years now- I didn't have much it was about five hundred dollars- just for when mom had any financial emergencies. She worked as many hours as she could, but it still wasn't enough when raising two teenagers, so without her knowing I intercepted a bill and paid it every now and then just to help her out, and I never asked her for any money- if I couldn't afford it myself, I didn't have it. It was that simple.

I snapped out of my thoughts as I pulled into the gas station. The cold air was biting as I stepped out of the car to fill up, though I hardly noticed it anymore- a benefit of being a werewolf I supposed. I glanced up when I heard another car pull in and I admired the black Camaro for a moment before my gaze returned to my fuel pump. I hated filling up at night- I had seen too many horror movies and heard about too many horror stories to have a million different scenarios rushing through my head and I found myself willing the gas to fill up the tank faster.

I heard the distinctive sound of a door opening and closing before another fuel pump whirred to life and I felt my shoulders relax a little- if whoever it was was getting gas then they probably weren't going to kidnap me. Probably. When I heard she distinctive click of the gas cutting off I eagerly pulled it out and placed the fuel cap back on, I was about to turn to pay when I noticed whom the other person was.

'Are you following me?' I asked, my arms crossed over my chest as I cocked my brow.

'No.' Derek didn't even look in my direction as he waited for his tank to fill up.

'Alright,' I shrugged and turned to pay my bill- he clearly didn't want to talk to me and I wasn't going to waste any energy getting him to try, plus I wanted to avoid the guilt that was starting to blossom in my stomach because of what I knew Scott and Stiles were doing in that very moment.

Once the bill was settled, I drove off, trying not to look to suspicious as I glanced in the rear-view mirror and made sure he wasn't following me. He wasn't, thank god. I drove in silence, which I was used to because the radio had been broken for a while, but for some reason the quiet felt very ominous during that drive. When I finally reached the Hale property, I breathed a sigh of relief when I noticed my brother and Stiles standing in the area we had smelled the blood coming from earlier that day.

'What's wrong?' I asked as I joined them at the edge of the hole they had dug, refusing to look into it, I noticed Stiles was holding a purple flower and I wrinkled my nose and stepped away from it, 'is that what I think it is?'

'Wolfsbane.' Stiles confirmed, tossing it into his bag before he reached for his phone to call his dad.

'Are you okay, Scotty?' My arm snaked around his waist as I hugged him from the side, leading him away from the hole in the ground.

'I'm fine.' My twin assured me as we leaned against the front of Stiles' jeep.

'Things are about to get really complicated.' I mused, resting my head on his shoulder.

'You can say that again.'

What felt like hours later, the place was swarming with cop cars and crew, who were sectioning off the body and gathering evidence. Scott and I hadn't really moved from where we had been earlier, but I knew we must have been there for hours because the sun was starting to come up when Derek's Camaro pulled up to the property. He was arrested straight away and put into the back of the Sherriff's car. I felt guilt blossoming in my stomach, but I tried to squash it down- why did I feel guilty? The body had been found on his property, what more did I need? But I didn't matter how hard I tried, there was a nagging feeling at the back of my brain that told me Derek hadn't done this.

'What is he doing?' Scott muttered, running his hands through his hair in frustration, I looked up to see Stiles sneaking into the passenger side of the Sherriff cruiser to speak to Derek through the glass.

Alright, I'm not afraid of you. Okay maybe I am, but I just need to know. That girl you killed, she was different wasn't she? She could shift into a full wolf and I know Scott and Stacey can't do that. Is that why you killed her?

Why are you so worried about me, when it's your friends that are the problem? When he shifts on the field what do you think they're going to do? Huh? Just keep cheering him on? And Stacey, what do you think's going to happen when she hears them trash talking her brother? You know how protective she is. I can't stop him from playing in the game, but you can. And trust me, you're going to want to.

Before Stiles could say anything else, his dad yanked him out of the cruiser, and I didn't even bother to tune into that conversation.

'Have we done the right thing?' I asked quietly, my head still resting on Scott's shoulder.

'Of course we have, Stace. He murdered that girl, why else would he have buried her?' Scott assured me.

'I don't know, Scotty. I feel like we're missing something. Something important.' I admitted, sitting up to meet his unconvinced chocolate brown eyes, 'I'm gonna head home before I collapse from exhaustion. Mom's gonna want the car anyway. If I'm not awake before, wake me up for the game.'

'I will.' He hugged me good bye before I drove home, sending Stiles a wave and a salute of luck when I saw he was still talking to his dad.

I managed to get home at five thirty- fifteen minutes before mom was due to wake up from her shift, so after placing the car keys on the table by the door I was able to change and slip into bed without facing an interrogation over where I had been. As I nuzzled into my pillow, I drifted off to the image of Derek's betrayed expression, which evoked guilt-ridden dreams.

'It's like they're deliberately trying to start a massacre,' I growled as Lydia had Allison help her hold up another banner for Jackson.

'I know, right.' Stiles blindly agreed with me as he chewed on his gloves.

'And Jackson is being a bigger dick than usual.' I gestured to him on the pitch, 'hey, dumbass, you know you're not supposed to attack your own players, right?'

'Okay, Stacey you need to calm down.' Stiles reprimanded me softly, his hand resting on my thigh as a move to offer me comfort.

'I'll calm down when Jackson stops being a jackass!' I shouted, smirking to the mentioned player when he glared in my direction.

Before my anger could get the better of me, I was overcome with worry for my twin when I noticed him eying the banner his girlfriend was holding in the air. It took everything in me not to walk up there and rip it in half. That paired with Jackson telling the team not to pass to Scott and I could see my twin's pulse rising from where I sat. Stiles and I shared a worried look and prepared to shoot onto the field in a moments notice. It was clear to me that he was fully transformed, but he was dodging and weaving through the players effortlessly and when he managed to score a goal Stiles and I jumped up and down excitedly with the rest of our school. Jackson looking pissed off was a bonus.

'To McCall! Pass to McCall!' Coach shouted to the team, making me giggle with happiness.

The game continued and all it took was Scott approaching the player on the opposing team for him to pass the ball over. He was definitely fully transformed alright.

'Did the opposing team just deliberately pass us the ball?' Coach asked Stiles.

'Yes, I believe so Coach,' Stiles answered, his eyes on the game.

'Interesting,' Coach mused before he moved away and began pacing the side lines again.

Scott weaved through the players again and threw the ball into the net with enough force that it actually broke through the keepers lacrosse stick. Stiles and I cheered with the rest of the crowd as Coach waited to hear from the ref if it was a valid goal.

'The ball's in the net!' Coach argued with the opposing teams coach, Stiles echoing his words, while I kept my eye on my twin.

The ref gave a wave and coach blew the whistle, signalling that the goal was ours. The play began again, and Scott raced to the end of the pitch but paused in front of the net, the opposing teams players circled around him. Scott was looking between them, as if deliberating attack.

'Oh no. Scott, no,' Stiles said, standing from the bench, and I went with him, my nails digging into his arm.

'You can do it Scott.' I heard Allison say, and amazingly, she was right as he threw the ball into the net just before the bell went, signalling the end of the game.

The crowd rushed onto the pitch, but I saw Scott head for the locker rooms. I was about to head after him, but I noticed Allison moving in that direction and after tuning into my brothers pulse to make sure he was calm; I decided to let him have a moment with her. I noticed that Stiles was distracted by his dad on the phone and I felt my blood turn cold and the guilt in my stomach grow before the Sherriff even ended his call. I listened in to his conversation with his father and hung my head as Stiles went to the locker room to fill in Scott. Derek had been released from jail and the girl had been identified as Laura Hale. Derek's sister. That was all the conformation I needed- Derek wouldn't have murdered his own family, not when he had already lost so much because of the fire. He was innocent, and I would be damned if I ever doubted that again.