RAEGAN MCCALL

"These are ultrasonic emitters," Chris said, planting a long, skinny silver stake into the ground. "It's one of the tools we use to corral werewolves, pushing them into a direction we want them to run. Gives off a high-pitched frequency that only they can hear." Chris pushed down on the top and a light came on.

"God, no kidding!" Isaac cried out, making us all turn to see the three werewolves holding their ears in pain.

Chris just chuckled and turned the emitter off. He led us over to his trunk and began passing them out to everyone but Sammy and me.

"Hey, what gives? How come Sammy and I don't get emitters?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"You two are too slow, you won't be able to keep up with the werewolves and you'll get killed. You'll be staying in the car with me," Chris answered.

"Okay, I did not work my ass off by getting trained in kickboxing and hunting for this!" Sammy groaned. "Rae and I can handle it."

"She's right," I said. "We may be a little slow, but we can manage."

"You guys aren't even giving us the chance to prove ourselves!" Sammy huffed.

"Sammy," Scott said, his voice still a little strained from the emitters. "There's still a chance that you might get hurt and I don't know what I would do with myself if you actually did. It's just a different world out there."

"A world that you're not even letting me see!" Sammy fought back. "I'm not letting you do everything by yourself. Not again. Besides, I can take care of myself. I'm a lot tougher than I look."

"I know you are. There's just too much of a risk for you," Scott said. Sammy rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed of Scott right now. "Besides, I can't let my Boy Meets World and Friends viewing buddy get hurt. I need to watch it with someone."

"Fine! But I'm helping you next time! No excuses!" Sammy groaned, getting into the car.

I eyed Isaac, willing for him to defend me and he, thankfully, got the message. "Rae's pretty fast," he offered, lamely.

"Sure, but what happens if she gets left behind?" Chris asked.

"I'll protect her."

"No, Isaac," Scott said. "I don't want to take any chances."

"But-"

Scott cut me off. "Just stop, Rae. You're not going. You can help Chris," he added enthusiastically, as if he was trying to bargain with a child.

"Whatever," I mumbled, crossing my arms.

"These are gonna drive them to the school?" Derek asked, eyeing the emitters in his hands.

Chris nodded. "And then it's up to you to get them into the basement."

"Does anyone else want to rethink the plan where we just, uh, kill 'em?" Isaac asked.

"It's going to work," Scott assured. "It'll work."

ADLINE LAHEY

"You didn't have to follow me home," Lydia said. After we had found Lydia at the pool with a bloody, dead body, Stiles offered to take her home-and by offer, I mean, we basically followed her back to her house.

"I just wanted to make sure you got in okay," Stiles protested.

"I had a police escort," Lydia pointed out.

"I know the inner working of that force, all right? They're not nearly as as reliable as people think," Stiles argued.

"Well, you also didn't have to follow me into my room," Lydia countered.

At that, Stiles probably realized that Lydia was right because he didn't seem to know how to respond to that. "Well, I...uh, yea, I don't have an answer for that."

I giggled. "She got you there."

Stiles glared at me, "Whose side are you on?"

"Obviously mine," Lydia said, pulling me to sit beside her on the bed. "Us, girls, gotta stick together."

"Okay, you know what? Fine," Stiles sighed, throwing his hands up into the air, "I'll just leave."

"Are you really gonna go without asking me the question that you've been dying to ask me?" Lydia asked, raising her eyebrows.

Stiles let out a noise of protest. "Well, I'm not...I haven't been dying to ask anything. I...no questions here for Stiles. Nothing."

"I can see it on your face," Lydia said.

"Maybe my face just has, like, a naturally interrogatory exp-expression," Stiles said.

"Well, your interrogatory expression is getting on my nerves," Lydia snapped, "The answer is: I have no clue how I ended up finding that body. I didn't even know where I was until I got out of the car."

"Yeah, but the last time something like this happened…" Stiles pressed.

"I know," Lydia sighed, "Derek's uncle."

"Peter."

|| Teen Wolf ||

Stiles and I quickly walked over to Mrs. McCall in the hospital. After we had left Lydia's, she had called Stiles and told him that she wanted to show him something about the body.

"Hi, Mrs. McCall!" I said, brightly dashing over to give her a hug.

"Hey, sweetie," Mrs. McCall said, hugging me back. She then gave Stiles a glare. "If you tell anyone that I showed you what I'm about to show you, I will kill you painfully and slowly."

"Well hello to you, too," Stiles muttered, "Besides, why do you want to show me a body I've already seen?"

"Because you haven't seen everything," Mrs. McCall said, leading us to the room where they kept the bodies. Before we could however, Mrs. McCall stopped us. "Addie, you stay out here."

I pouted and internally groaned. Why is Stiles-and I guess Lydia, since she didn't stop me-the only ones who lets me see the dead bodies? I'm fifteen, not seven. However, I didn't want to make Mrs. McCall mad, so I silently walked over to the waiting area. I was on my phone for a few minutes, playing Fire Emblem Heroes when I heard a voice call my name.

"Addie?"

Surprised, I looked up and saw Liam standing a few feet away from me.

"Liam?" I then noticed that his left arm was in sling. "Liam, what happened?!"

Liam looked down at his arm and let out a nervous chuckle. "Oh, this? Well, you see...I kind of broke it when I...and now I'm…"

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. He mumbled the important stuff, so I had no idea what he had said. "I'm sorry, can you repeat that?"

Liam cleared his throat but avoided making eye contact with me. "I may have gotten into a fight in school with some of my teammates which led to my broken arm, and I now may be expelled from my school…"

My eyes widened in shock. "What?! Liam, no!"

"It wasn't my fault," Liam said defensively, "They started it… but I may have overreacted."

"Liam, you got your arm broken," I pointed out, bluntly, "Overreacting is an understatement."

"Okay, so maybe the doctors diagnosed me with I.E.D." When Liam saw me open my mouth to question him, he quickly added, "But at least I get to go to school with you, now! We can hang out more! I missed doing that with you."

I quickly closed my mouth, forgetting what I was about to say. He just said that he missed hanging out with me. How does one respond to that?!

"I… um… well… I… thanks?" I uttered out weakly, giving him what I'm pretty sure was an awkward and nervous smile.

Liam suddenly turned red, which I'm assuming meant that he finally realized what he had said. "Well, I mean, it's true," he said, rubbing the back of his neck with his right hand, "I really do like hanging out with you."

I felt my cheeks heat up, but I managed to smile back. "I like hanging out with you, too," I said, causing him to grin.

"So, what are you doing here?" Liam asked.

"Oh, I'm just waiting for my foster-brother's friend and my foster mother," I told him, "so I'm just sitting here, playing Fire Emblem Heroes on my phone."

"Cool, I'm waiting for my step-dad to finish up, so I'll wait with you," Liam said, sitting down in the chair next to me.

I smiled at him and tucked some hair behind my ear. "Cool."

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

Scott rushed to join the rest of us at the front of the school while Chris was finishing up setting the traps.

"Hey!" Scott smiled at us.

I rolled my eyes at him.

"You guys still aren't mad, are you?" Scott asked.

We just gave him blank stares.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'," Scott sighed.

"Do you see that?" Chris asked, pointing to a firefly.

"Yeah, it's a firefly," Scott stated in an obvious tone.

"No, no, I know. It…" Chris started.

"What?" Scott frowned.

"It's very unusual. That's all," Chris said.

"Why is it unusual?" Rae asked.

"California fireflies aren't bioluminescent," I answered.

Scott gave me a confused look.

"Of course I have to explain it to you. I have to explain everything to you!" I snapped. "These fireflies don't glow. Do I need to explain that to you, too? But I don't know if I can do that right here in the open, because I could get hurt!"

Scott just stared at me with huge eyes.

"Anyways," Rae laughed awkwardly, trying to relieve the tension. "Do you think it's a sign?"

Chris just shrugged, an amused grin on his face from my outburst.

RAEGAN MCCALL

All of the sudden, we heard a series of loud thumps.

"What is that?" I asked.

"Oh, great," Isaac said. "Boyd and Cora?"

"They're on the roof." Realization dawned on Scott. "They're not going through the school, they're going over it."

"The rear door, someone has to get them open!" Chris shouted.

"Someone has to drive then inside," said Scott.

"I'll go," I volunteered, tired of not being of any use.

"No, I'll go. I'm faster," Isaac grinned wolfishly at me. No pun intended.

I glared at the back of his head as he ran off.

"Okay, you two go wrangle up the wolves. The girls and I will stay in the car and keep watch," Chris announced.

Scott nodded and I opened my mouth to complain but he cut me off. "Rae, for once in your life could you just do as you're told? Please?! I'm trying to keep you safe here, but you're making it really hard."

I guiltily looked to the ground.

Scott sighed. "Please, Argent. Watch them."

Argent nodded and Scott and Derek ran into the school.

|| Teen Wolf ||

I didn't realize I was tapping my foot until Sammy touched my leg, a worried look on her face.

"Sorry," I groaned. "I just-hmph!"

"You're anxious," Sammy said. "Let's talk about something to distract you. So how are things going with Isaac?" she gave me a sly smile.

I glared at her. "I don't know. How are things going with you and Scott?"

She looked taken aback. "Wha-What do you-I mean how-What?!"

"Oh, please," I rolled my eyes. "You know you're not fooling anybody, right? Well, just so you know, you have my blessing."

Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head. "I-I-I-I-" She didn't finish what she was saying, she just stared at the back of Chris' seat.

Poor girl. I think I may have just dropped a huge bomb on her.

|| Teen Wolf ||

What felt like forever but was just six minutes later, Sammy was still staring at the back of Chris' seat and Chris was just watching the school.

"Okay, that's it!" I tried opening the door but it wouldn't budge. "Child Lock? Really, Argent?"

He just grinned, still staring out the window.

An idea came to mind. A really childish one that probably wouldn't work, but it was worth trying.

"Hey, Chris. What's that?" I pointed to his left.

As he turned to look out the window, I jumped into the passenger seat, unlocked the door, jumped out of the car, and took off running towards the school.

I can't believe that actually worked!

"Raegan!" Chris shouted, coming out of the car.

I couldn't help but shout, "Made ya look," before I went through the doors of the school.

I quickly, but cautiously made my way to the boiler room. When I got there, Scott and Derek were at the bottom of the short set of stairs, pressed up against the door.

Scott rolled his eyes at my arrival but didn't comment.

"Did it work?" I asked.

Derek looked up at me. "It worked." He slowly backed away from the door and collapsed to the ground, looking beat.

But Scott suddenly didn't look as accomplished. He was frowning at the door.

"What now?" I groaned.

"What are you hearing?" Derek asked.

"Heartbeats," Scott replied.

"Both of 'em?"

"Actually… three of them."

"Someone else is in there?!" I exclaimed. "You've got to be kidding me. They don't have a chance."

After a moment, Derek stood up.

"What are you doing?" Scott frowned.

"Close the door behind me and keep it shut," Derek said.

"You go in there alone, and you're either gonna kill them, or they kill you," I told him.

"That's why I'm going in alone," he said.

"No, D-" I didn't get to finish what I was saying because Derek quickly went into the room and Scott closed the door behind him.

"Oh, no," I sighed, slumping to the ground. "Tell me what's going on."

Scott nodded, putting his ear to the wall. "They're fighting."

"Can you tell who the third person is?" I asked.

He shook his head, then said, "It's a woman. I just heard her gasp."

"A teacher?" I frowned.

"I think so," he frowned back. Then he flinched.

"What?" I asked.

"It's pretty bad," he grimaced.

I put my head in my hands. Derek might not think so, but I considered us friends. I really didn't want him to die. I didn't know Boyd that well, but I knew he was a good guy. And Cora I didn't know at all, but she couldn't die, either. For Derek's sake.

"Scott!" we heard Isaac shout from down the hall, and I jumped up. "Scott! The sun's coming up," he said, closer this time.

Scott quickly lifted the bar on the door as Isaac found us and the three of us ran into the boiler room.

My eyes widened at what I saw. A bloody, scratched up Derek was on his knees, looking like he was five seconds from passing out. And on the ground in front of him were Boyd and Cora. They weren't moving…

"Are they…"

"Alive," Derek nodded at me, slightly swaying. "There's a teacher. I'll take care of her. Get them out of here."

Scott went to lift Boyd and Isaac picked Cora up, while I went to go help Derek get to his feet. When I didn't let go of him right away from fear he would collapse again, he nodded his head towards Scott and Isaac. "I'm fine. Help them."

I hesitantly let go of him and he slowly made his way to the back of the boiler room.

I went to go help Isaac and Scott.

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

I hadn't really said much in the car as Isaac, Scott, and Rae dropped me home. I quickly said goodbye and went into my house before leaning against the front door.

Rae thought I had feelings for Scott. No, it seemed like she knew I had feelings for Scott; she seemed so sure. She even gave us her blessing. I laughed at the thought.

But the real question was: did I have feelings for Scott?

I've known him since I was a little kid and he'd always been like a brother to me. Did I still see him as a brother? No, I didn't think so. Maybe just a really close friend. That's it. Rae was just delusional. She didn't know what she was talking about. She was probably just projecting her relationship problems onto me. I sighed and stood up straight. Yes, that's what it was. Besides, Scott was madly in love with Allison. So even if I did like him, there was still no chance of us being together, and that'd be sad. Well, phew. It was a good thing I didn't like him… like that.

Now that that was settled, I made my way to Stiles' room.

"Hey," I collapsed onto his bed. "Any updates?"

"A ton," Stiles said, swiveling around in his chair. "Ms. McCall and I did a lot of sleuthing today."

"And?"

"Boyd and Cora didn't kill anyone!"

"Okay…" I said. "That's a good thing, right?"

"No," Stiles said. "You're gonna wish they did."

"Why?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"I'm not exactly sure yet. The other girl who was out in the woods…"

"Emily?" I finished for him.

"Yeah, eventually they're gonna find her. She's one of them. Emily, that guy Lydia found at the pool, and Heather. All three were virgins… And they're all gonna have the same three injuries… strangled, throat slashed, head bashed in. It's called the threefold death. They're human sacrifices."

"Heather's dead?" I asked, my eyes filling up with tears.

"Yeah," Stiles said in a quiet voice, the kind that people use when they talk about the dead.

I tried processing everything. Heather was my best friend when we were kids. We used to play dress-up and pretend we were princesses. She was also one of the few remaining connections I had to my mom because her mom and my mom were best friends. I just couldn't believe she was gone.

"How're you holding up?" I asked, letting out a few tears.

"I'm trying to hold it together, but I don't think I can anymore," Stiles said, letting a few tears escape from his eyes.

"I-I just can't believe she's gone," I cried.

"Me too, Sammy. Me, too," Stiles said, putting his arm around me.

The two of us cried for what seemed like hours. Stiles and I know grief; it was an emotion that we were quite familiar with throughout our childhood. No matter how many times we felt it, it doesn't erase how painful it was. But I was lucky enough to have my twin to help help me through it.

Author's Note:

WOOHOO GUYS! It's the one year anniversary of this story! We're so happy it's come this far and hope it'll continue on for the next year, too! Thank you for reading, we really hope you stick around for the end of this story. Happy New Years! -R