RAEGAN MCCALL

I was outvoted. Stiles, Scott, and Sam wanted to tell Stilinski to arrest Derek. I wanted to simply ask Derek if he killed the girl. But they gave me looks of incredulity and asked if I've ever watched a murder mystery in my life. So, here we were, leaning on Stiles' Jeep, watching Stilinski put the handcuffs on Derek. He glared at us before Stilinski guided him to the backseat of the cruiser. After dad closed the door, he left for a moment.

"Let's go. I need you for moral support," Stiles said, grabbing my arm.

"What?!" I asked. I looked behind me for help, but Sam and Scott were talking, not even noticing that we left. Stiles dragged me to the front of the cruiser, and we quietly got in.

"Okay, just so you know, I'm not scared of you," Stiles told Derek, earning a glare. "Alright, so maybe I am. Doesn't matter. I just want to know something. That girl you killed, she was a werewolf. 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 worried about me, when it's your friend who's the problem? When he shifts on the field, what do you think they'll do? Keep cheering him on? I can't stop him from playing, but you two can," Derek leaned forward and whispered somewhat roughly, "And trust me, you'll want to." Before Stiles could respond to his threat, he got roughly dragged out of the car by his dad.

"Did you really kill her?" I asked, looking into his sea green eyes for any sign of guilt.

"No. I really didn't. I swear," he said, in a gentler voice.

"I'm sorry, they can be such dumbasses sometimes," I apologized.

"I'm sorry you have to live with him," he said. I shrugged.

"Bye, Derek," I said, when Stilinski realized I was in here, too.

"I'll be seeing you soon Raegan," he promised. Then Stilinski hauled the door open, reaching to drag me out.

I put my hands up in surrender, "I'm coming, I'm coming."

"So did you get anything out of him?" Stiles asked.

"Huh? Oh, no," I said.

"That stinks. So I stalled for no reason. Anything else you guys talk about?" I looked back and saw Derek staring at me.

I turned back, "He didn't kill her."

But before he could argue, Sheriff Stilinski said, "Okay, can you tell me exactly how you came across this? And what are you doing here, Raegan? You normally don't accompany Scott and my son on their "adventures"."

"We have a perfect explanation," Stiles said, looking at me for help. I nodded.

"Do you now?" Stilinski asked, with amusement in his voice, looking from Stiles to me.

"We were looking for Scott's inhaler," I came up with, on the spot.

"Which he dropped when?" Oh. Shit.

"The other night," Stiles answered. Dammit, Stiles...

"The other night when you were looking for the other half of the body?"

"Yes," Stiles said, the same time I said, "No."

"The night you told me Scott was home?"

"Yes..." Stiles said, looking at me in confusion, then realization dawned on him, "No. Crap."

"So you lied to me?" Stilinski asked.

"Depends on how you define lying," Stiles said.

"Well, I define lying as not telling the truth. How do you define it?" he asked, deciding to play along.

"I define it as lying your body in a horizontal position," Stiles said with hand gestures.

"Get the hell out of here."

"Absolutely, Sheriff," I said trying to get out of there as fast as I could. When we were out of earshot, I smacked Stiles on the head.

"Ow!" he yelled, holding his head.

"Idiot," was all I said.

|| Teen Wolf ||

Ten minutes into driving and Scott, Sam, and I were all tapping away on our phones.

Scott said, "I can't find anything about wolfsbane being used for burial."

"Same here," Sam said.

"Yup," I agreed.

Stiles replied, "Maybe it's for a ritual or something. Maybe they bury you as a wolf. Or maybe it's special skill like something you have to learn."

"I'll put it on my to-do list," Scott said, "Once I figure out how the hell I'm going to play the game tonight."

"Scott, I don't think that's a good idea," Sam said.

"Why?"

"Well, first of all; I'm thinking it might be sort of bad if you went all Cujo on another player. Might not attract any colleges or scouts," I said.

"Maybe it's different for girl werewolves," Stiles mused, still thinking about the previous topic.

"Okay! Stop it!" Scott yelled.

"Stop what?"

"Stop saying "werewolf". Stop enjoying this so much!" I froze, looking up from my phone.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked.

"No, I'm not! I'm so far from being okay!"

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

"I can't-" he wheezed.

"Well, you're gonna have to-"

"No! He can't breathe!" I shouted. Scott started moaning and groaning. He was changing.

"Pull over," he yelled.

"Why? What's happening?" Stiles asked, swerving a little bit on the road.

Scott started fumbling around, he opened Stiles' backpack and found dirty rope with purple flowers on the end, he yelled, "You kept it?!"

"What was I supposed to do with it?" Stiles cried out.

"Stop the car!" he growled at Stiles, his golden eyes making an appearance.

Stiles' eyes widened, as he slammed on the breaks. He got out of the car, with his backpack and threw it into the woods, as Scott got out of the car and ran away.

"Okay, we're good. Scott?" Stiles said, coming back and realizing Scott was gone.

"What the hell was that?!" I yelled.

Stiles got back in the car, as Sam answered, "Wolfsbane."

"As in the werewolf repellent?! Stiles-"

"I know, I know. I'm an idiot. But we need to find Scott."

After a few minutes of speeding, Stiles took out his phone and dialed some digits. A lady answered.

"Stiles, you know you can't call the dispatch line when I'm on duty."

"I just need to know if you've gotten any odd calls."

"Odd how?"

"Uh, like an odd person or- a dog -like individual roaming the street."

"I'm hanging up on you now."

"No! Wai-wai-wai-wai-wait!"

"Good-bye!"

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

After another few minutes of driving around, Scott had finally called. We picked him and dropped him and Rae off at home, then went home ourselves.

Now, I was watching the game, next to dad, as the boys were in the locker room, getting ready, when someone tapped on my shoulder. I turned around to find Allison, with an older man with icy blue eyes.

"Hey, Sammy. This is my dad," she said motioning toward the man, "Dad, this is one of Lydia's best friends, and my new friend. And that's her brother Stiles, over there," she motioned to Stiles, who was next to Scott, coming out of the locker room, with the rest of the team.

"Hi, nice to meet you, Mr. Argent." Not. This was the hunter, who tried to kill Scott and Derek the other night.

He smiled, "Nice to meet you too, Sammy."

"And this is my dad," I said, putting on my best fake smile and motioning to Dad.

"Sheriff Stilinski," Dad said, shaking Allison's dad's hand.

"Chris Argent," he said, shaking back.

"I'm gonna go wish Stiles good luck," with that, Dad left. Then Lydia came, and the three of us talked until I saw Rae and her mom show up. They sat near the bottom.

The game started, and Dad came back. At first, no one would pass to Scott, then Scott started going all super-werewolf on all the players. One player, on the opposite team, even threw the ball right to Scott. Like, what?! Does he have compulsion powers now, too?

|| Teen Wolf ||

Now it was down to the final seconds. Scott stole the ball and he was making his way to the goal. He stood for a second, analyzing.

Two players lunged for him, and he took his shot...

It got in!

We won!

And Scott had controlled himself.

Allison, Lydia, and I ran to the field. Lydia went to Jackson, while Allison and I headed for Scott. But we got separated in the chaos. I looked everywhere for Scott, to congratulate him, but I couldn't find him. Or Allison. So I went to Stiles. Him and Dad were talking near the bleachers.

"Hey, did you see where Scott went?" I interrupted.

"No. C'mon, let's try the locker room," Stiles replied, dragging me toward the locker room, his face was serious, "There's something I gotta tell you two."

When he got there, we walked in on Scott and Allison making out.

"Jesus," I muttered, then backtracked into Stiles.

"What," he saw was going on, then said, "Oh, god."

Yes! They're so cute. I so saw this coming. But they needed their privacy. I was trying to pull Stiles back, but he wouldn't budge.

Then, Allison said, "I gotta get back to my dad," when she passed us she said, "Hi Sammy, Stiles."

"Hey, yeah," Stiles gave an awkward wave.

I gave her a thumbs up and she grinned, then left.

Stiles and I approached Scott, he had a goofy grin on his face, "I kissed her."

"We saw," I said laughed.

"She kissed me," he informed us, still in a daze.

"Saw that too," Stiles laughed, "That's pretty good, huh?"

"I-I-I don't know how, but I controlled it. I pulled it back. Maybe I can do this. Maybe it's not that bad," Scott said, a hopeful tone in his voice.

"Yeah, heh, we'll talk later, then," Stiles said, turning around.

"What?" Scott stopped him.

I shared an uneasy look with Stiles, "Well...you see...So, the medical examiners took a look at the other half of the body we found…"

"And?"

"Well, I'll keep it simple. Medical examiners determines killer of the girl was animal, not human. Derek's human, not animal. Derek not killer. Derek out of jail," Stiles summarized.

"Are you kidding?"

He let out a dry laugh, "Nope, and it gets even better. My dad I.D'd the dead girl. Her name was Laura Hale."

"Hale?"

"Derek's sister," he confirmed.