A/N: Derek/OC and Stiles/ OC
A/N: Bold Italic is Amethyst's older sister Roxanne is text and phone calls.
A/N: All outfits, cars, and such are on my profile page
A/N: Italic is implied sarcasm. Italic is also thoughts.
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The Party


Misty's P.O.V.


Bang. Bang. Bang.

I groan and roll over and shove my head under my pillow. I hope the sound will go away. I just want to sleep. Why can't I sleep? I lament.

"Time to get ready for school!" Roxy shouts. I pull my head out from under my pillow and glare at the door. Roxy is always overly cheerful in the morning and I swear that she does it just to annoy me. I hate mornings.

BANG!

"Okay, I'm up!" I push-off the covers and go to my curtains and push them open. Now that I up, I feel extremely happy. Ever since Monday and the make out/swimming/talking with Derek, I haven't seemed to have a problem with my control. Although that might be because we ran into each other several times over the last four days. Today is Friday and I can't help but wonder if we'll run into each other today. I grin with happiness.

I walk over to my computer and turn on the last playlist I was listening to on my Spotify account. Guns for Hands by 21 Pilots comes on and I bob my head as I head into my bathroom to take a shower. It's a quick one though because I'm already running slightly late. When I get out I wrap a towel around my head to dry my hair, and slip on my robe before walking over to my closet. After slipping on my underwear and bra, I slip on a pair of of royal studded shorts over my black and nude tribal printed tights and a sparkly silver tank top.

I quickly brush my hair before letting it fall in waves down my back. I recently temporary dyed it royal blue up at the top and silver down at the tips. Slipping in my silver feather and royal blue rose earrings, I glance over at my clock. Luckily I still have a goof twenty minutes before I have to be at school. I slip on my howling wolf necklace and add my wolf tooth necklace that has a blue triskelion on it that I set out last night and put it around my neck. I go over to my jewelry section and pull out my silver wolf head mask ring and my silver and blue Ravenclaw house ring and slip them on over my black and silver skull chain gloves.

Then I grab my black watch and silver angel wing cuff and slip them on right above my gloves. I grab my Hogwarts bag with my school stuff books already in it, so I add my phone with the "Good Girls are just Bad Girls that haven't been Caught" phone case on it, my headphones, my laptop. my sunglasses, my keys and a couple of snacks for the boys, Roxy and me. I grab my royal blue vest with my silver knife already hidden in side it and slip it on along with my silver heels.

"Come on Roxanne! Time to Go! We don't want to be late!" I shout and wait by the front door. A second later Roxy comes down and I take in her appearance, She went for the superhero style today. Grinning and waggling my eyebrows suggestively I say, "Nice." and she gives me a wide smile as she blushes.

"Ready to go?" I ask and she nods. When we arrive at school I see Boyd sitting in his White and Orange Striped 69' Convertible Camaro and squeal. I hurry and shut off my car, grab my bag and go over to Boyd and knock on his window.

"Can I help you with something?" Boyd asks teasingly when he rolls down his window.

"Oh. My. Gosh! You finished it." I exclaim as I look it over.

"Yup just finished it last night." Boyd says with a smile.

"Did you use the $50 bucks I gave you to get some new nice leather seats?" I ask with a mock-glare.

"Yeah. Here. The seats were only $40 bucks. " Boyd says trying to hand me the extra $10 dollars.

"You keep it." I says pushing the money away while glaring and him. He sigh then takes the money. He knows when to concede to my wishes. If he had kept trying to give me the extra money he would have ended up finding it right back in his wallet at the end of the day. I give his car a nice long look over inside and out then ask, "Can I have your car?"

"No." Boyd says seriously and I pout. Boyd looks at me for a couple of seconds and then says, "If you're lucky I might let you drive it." I grin happily.

Roxy finally having manged to get out of the car and weave through the throng of teenagers comes up behind me and says, "Nice car Boyd. "

"Thanks." Boyd says as he gets out of the car. He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me so I am resting snug against his side. I smile up at him happily and he pulls me towards the front doors. Because of the slightly intimate way we treat each other, people have mistaken us for a couple. Despite how handsome Boyd is he really isn't my type. I can't help but thing of two different men in my life that are my type. One of them, who isn't around and the other who seems to be everywhere. "Come on." He says and we head into school.

"Okay, listen up everybody." Mr. Harris says coming into the room and I quickly slip my phone onto my lap. Mr. Harris is know for not tolerating things like passing notes and talking/texting on your phone in his class. He will not hesitate to give you a detention slip. So basically, he sucks. Big time.

~~Time Skip~~

Walking out of my last class for the day, I sigh happily. School is brutally and the homework is unbelievably hard, luckily I have Stiles to help me out. Shoving my bag into my locker I turn and head over to Scott and Stiles lockers. I freeze when I hear Jackson's voice.

"Alright, little man, what about you tell me where you find your juice?" Jackson snarls angrily.

"What?" Scott asks confused. I risk a peek around the corner and see that Jackson has Scott slammed up against his locker. I clench my fists in anger.

"Where are you getting you juice?" Jackson asks getting angrier.

"My mom is always the one who's shopping..." Scott say still confused. I face palm and snicker.

"Now listen, McCall, you're gonna tell me what it is and who you buy it from because there's no way you can suddenly go on the fields and kick our ass like that without a chemical boost." Jackson says seriously.

"Oh, you mean steroids! Are you on steroids?" He asks.

"What the hell is going on with you McCall?" Jackson says while slamming Scott up against the lockers.

"What's going on with me? You really want to know? Well, so would I! Because I can see, hear and smell things that I shouldn't be able to see, hear and smell! I do things that shouldn't be possible, I sleep walking three miles in the middle of the woods and I'm pretty much convinced that I'm totally out of my freaking mind!" Scott yells at him and I wince.

"You think you're funny? Don't you, McCall? I know you're hiding something. I'm gonna find out what it is. I don't care how long it takes." Jackson says then starts to walk away. Jackass slams Scott into his locker once more and I see red. He's walking away when I come around the corner.

"Hey Jackass!" I shout and slip out my hidden knife.

"What do you want los-" Jackson starts to say when he turns around and sees my knife.

"Scared?" I ask giving the knife a twirl.

"Of what? You and that knife. Nope!" Jackson says bravely.

"Oh, the knifes just for show. I'm not going to use the knife. I'm just going to beat you up the old-fashioned way." I say with a menacing smirk.

"Yeah right." Jackson scoffs.

"I was hoping you would say that." I say smiling menacing.

"Pleas-" Jackson starts to say when suddenly I am right in front of him kneeing him in the balls. Jackson make a strangled noise that sound like a cross between a groan and a squeak. I turn around as if I am going to walk away as Jackson gets up but then I quickly turn around grab him around the back of his neck and slam my knee in his crotch again. His face goes white and he makes the strangling noise again. I am still holding on to him and I am the only thing keeping him on his feet.

"You ever threaten one of my boys or girls for that matter, I will hurt you. Bad. Now these boys and girls include Scott, Stiles, Roxy, Boyd, Allison, and Isaac. Is. That. Clear?!" My voice hard and he nods frantically. "Good." I say and let him go. He hurries away.

"You okay?" I ask turning to Scott. He looks at me with a little bit of confusion, shock, and awe.

"Fine. Aren't you worried he'll tell someone you have a knife?" Scott asks and I shake my head.

"No, come on. You don't want to miss practice, do you? Impressing Allison and all?" I tease and he blushes. I snuggle into his side as we make our way to the lacrosse field. I see Jackson limping onto the field and smirk. I then spot Sty and pull Scott over to him.

"Scott, wait up! You gotta' hear this." Scott glances back at the field for a second.

"I'm playing the first elimination, Stiles. Can't it wait?" Scott says nervously.

"Just hold on, okay!" Stiles snaps. "I overheard my Dad on the phone. The fiber analysis report came back from LA and they found animal hairs on the body from the woods." Sty says and I perk up.

"Stiles, I have to go." Scott says glancing back at the field.

"You're not going to believe what the animal was-" But with his helmet on, Scott disappears in the crowd of other players rushing the field, leaving Stiles to say the next words to me and himself. "It was a wolf." I gasp in shock.

Fuck my life!

"You're joking?" I tug on Stiles arm. "Please tell me you are kidding." He looks at me sadly.

"I wish I was." he says then walks on to the field.

"All right, gather round..." I look up and see Scott scanning the bleachers. He spots Allison next to Lydia. She gives him a quick wave and a smile. He holds up a hand to wave back. The coach asks him a question, and even from here I can see his blush. While the coach is coaching I climb up the stands and sit by Roxy, Allison and Lydia. Before I can say anything, the whistle blows and the game begins. The pace is fast and brutal. When the ball gets passed to Scott, Jackson comes right after him. Lacrosse sticks smacking down on his gloves, Scott tumbles forward and slams to the ground, kicking up dirt.

The whistle stops the play. Jackson stands over Scott, glowering down at him as he picks the ball up with a gloved hand. I clench my teeth in anger at Jackson. Scott pushes himself up off the ground and Coach gives the whistle a sharp blow, starting the next play. Scott and Jackson find themselves staring across from each other at the draw, crouched down with their sticks waiting for the Assistant Coach to drop the ball.

At the whistle, Scott moves with shocking speed, grabbing the ball right out from under Jackson. Scott charges the length of the field. Defense lashes out with their sticks, but he parries expertly. Jackson catches up and makes a furious stab at stealing the ball. Then with Defense converging on him, Scott twists his lacrosse stick around, keeping the ball safely in the pocket while he FLIPS FORWARD, leaping over the heads of the Defensive Players. Feet landing on the turf, he whirls around, tossing the ball in and over the shoulder shot past the goalie...into the net.

The crowd in the bleachers roars with cheering. Roxy and I shout and do a mini dance in celebration. I look up and see Allison on her feet along with everyone else. Everyone except Stiles. I look at him and he gives me a worried look. My attention is brought back to the field when the coach shouts to Scott.

"McCall, get over here!" Scott trots over to the Coach, all eyes on him. I hold my breath and clasp my hands together. "What in the name of God was that? This is a lacrosse field. Are you trying out for the gymnastics team?" I grind my teeth at the coach as the whole stand holds it's breath.

"No, Coach." Scott says.

"Then what the hell was that?" I grit my teeth and fight the urge to yell out something insulting to Coach Finstock. Scott lowers his head. "I don't know. I was just trying to make the shot."

"Well, you made the shot. And guess what? You're starting' buddy. You just made starting lineup." I leap in happiness.

"GO SCOTT!" I clutch Roxy and Allison in a huge hug. Cheers erupt all around us. As team members slap him on the back and knock his helmet with their gloves, a deliriously happy Scott doesn't even notice Jackson's furious stare. Nor Stiles watching with a very worried look. But I see both. Grabbing Roxy and Allison's hands I drag them down to congratulate Scott.

"Scotty. You were amazing! You killed it." Roxy and I chorus. Elated Scott grins before noticing Allison is standing behind us.

"You were awesome." She says shyly, looking down. The sound of a horn honking as her waving and sprinting across the field, leaving an grinning Scott staring after her. I nudge him and give him a suggestive wiggle of my eyebrows. He groans but grins, heading to the locker room.

"I'm going home with Stiles." Roxy says when I gesture for her to hurry up as I head to my car.

"Oh really?" I can't help but drawl teasingly. She lightly punches me in the arm before heading over to Stiles who is coming out of the locker room. I watch as they hook arms and head to his jeep smiling and laughing the whole way. I hop into my car and speed to my house.

I pull up to my house and slam the car door shut. I grab my keys and unlock the front door with a sigh. Dropping my bag, I turn to the right and head to the backyard. Once outside I breath in deeply. I start to lope to the treeline.

"Hey Lil Red." Dad calls out from the pool. I switch directions and head over to him.

"Hey dad." I say as I sit down by the pool.

"What's up?" he asks swimming towards me.

"Not much. Boyd finished his car. It was gorgeous. He got it painted a bright white with two orange stripes down the middle. Now I normally don't like orange but it looked amazing. " I gush and he gazes at me with fond amusement.

"You asked him if you could have it, didn't you?" Dad asks with a knowing smile.

"No." I say innocently. "I would never do that."

"Right. Just like you would never let Stiles convince (Not that you need much convincing) you two joy-ride in your brand new car. And get arrested for it. " Dad scoffs.

"I don't know what your talking about." I say but the huge smile on my face betrays me. "I'm going to go take a nap. Full moon and all. Might be out late running." I says and he nods understandingly. Heading into the house, I trudge up the stairs and collapse in my bed. I'm out like a light before my head even hits the pillow.


Roxanne's P.O.V.


I lay on Stiles bed, flipping through a Wolverine comic. I glance up at Stiles his fingers are clicking furiously over the keyboard. Eyes locked onto his computer screen, Stiles bounces from one web page to the next. Words and images pop up on the screen, flashing across his face. I get up and stand behind him and look at the screen.

Werewolves, Wolfsbane, Silver Bullets, Lycan, Aconite, drawings of werewolves in different forms, one mostly human, another a massive fur-covered creature and yet another appearing as a normal wolf. Image after image, page after page.

Through the window outside I can see a full moon is beginning to rise. As it starts getting darker in Stiles's room he gets more panicked. I see a sheet of paper come out of his printer, it is a detailed wood carving of a medieval hunter standing over the body of a werewolf, aiming a crossbow at the creature. Stiles pulls the page out, and we stare at it with a look of escalating fear when someone knocks on the door. I jump, startled and Stiles practically leaps out of his chair. He takes a moment to close his laptop before getting up.

He rushes to the door, unlocking it to find Scott standing out in the hall. Without saying hello, Stiles pulls Scott into the room. "Get in. You have to see this. We've been reading. Websites, books, all this information." He says and I snort. More like he's been reading. As Scott takes off his jacket, Stiles starts grabbing printouts from his desk, pulling his computer screen around, dozens of open web pages on it.

Amused Scott asks, "How much Adderral have you had today?" Stiles looks at him with an incredulous look on his face.

"A lot. Doesn't matter. Just listen."

"Is this about the body? Did they find who did it?" Scott asks, tossing his bag on the floor and sitting on the bed.

"No, they're still questioning people. Even Derek Hale-" I look up at him.

"The guy from the woods-" I say.

"Yeah, but that's not it." he says.

"What then?" Scott asks.

"Remember the joke the other day? Not a joke anymore." Scott just looks clueless, so I decide to help him remember. I let out a howl. Scott makes a face at me and shoves me off. I fall on the bed, laughing.

"The wolf. The bite in the woods. We started doing all this reading and- Do you even know why a wolf howls?" Stiles continues. Scott just looks at him.

"Should I?" he asks confused.

"It's a signal. When a wolf is alone it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack. So if you heard it howling that mean there are others. Maybe a whole pack of them." Sty rants.

'"A pack of wolves?" I roll my eyes and thump the back of Scott's head.

"No. Werewolves."I say in a duh.

"You're seriously wasting my time with this? You know, I'm picking Allison up in an hour." Scott says annoyed.

"I saw you on the field, Scott. What you did wasn't just amazing. It was impossible." Scott moves to leave. He doesn't look Stiles in the eyes as he replies.

"So I made a good shot." Stiles puts out a hand to stop him from leaving.

"No, you made an incredible shot. The way you moved-the speed, your reflexes-people can't suddenly do that overnight. And then there's the hearing, the senses, and don't think I haven't noticed you don't need your inhaler anymore. You haven't used it since that night." Stiles says.

"Okay! Dude, I can't think about this now. We'll talk tomorrow, okay?" Scott say getting up to leave.

"Tomorrow? Don't you get it? The full moon is tonight." Scott gets frustrated.

"What are you trying to do? I just made starting lineup. I have a date with a girl I can't believe actually wants to go out with me. Everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it?" Scott asks.

"I'm trying to help." Stiles says, hurt.

"With the full moon it's going to be too hard to resist and there's no going back. You're cursed, Scott. And it's not only that the moon causes you to change, it's also just so happens when your bloodlust will be at its peak."

"Bloodlust?" Stiles looks at Scott gravely. "It's your urge to kill." Scott sucks in a deep breath.

"I'm already starting to have an urge to kill, Stiles." I giggle and plop on Stiles bed. He shoots be a pleading yet wounded look.

"You need to hear this. The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse. And I've never seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does. You have to cancel your date. You have to call her." Stiles says. He gets up and grabs Scott's jacket, pulling the cell phone out.

"What are you doing? Give me that." Stiles clicks through the phone.

"I'm just finding her number-" Sty says,

"Give it to me." Stiles looks up to see Scott's eyes flash gold for a brief second. His voice low and guttural, he yanks the phone out of Stiles's hand and shoves him against the wall. Pulling back before striking him, Scott instead lashes out at the desk chair sending it flying across the room, tossed like it weighed nothing. Then, shaking with anger, he gazes up.

"I didn't mean to do that." He starts to help Stiles up, but he flinches back. Scott looks hurt as I walk around him to Stiles.

"I think you should leave." I say protectively wrapping an arm around Stiles's waist. Scott looks from the chair to Stiles to me. He looks dumbfounded and horrified all at once. Guilt is written clearly on his face along with hurt when he tries to step closer to Stiles and he flinches while I step in front of Stiles protectively.

"I'm sorry. Really, I didn't mean it. I have to go. I have to get ready for the party. I'm sorry." Grabbing his jacket, Scott hurries out. Still shaken, Stiles gradually stands. He slowly picks up the desk chair, putting it back. But then he pauses. With a shaky hand, he turns the chair around to reveal...claw marks. The chair's fabric slashed to ribbons.

I suck in a deep breath and meet Stiles horrified eyes...I just know my eyes mirror his. "What are we going to do, Sty?" I ask laying my head on his shoulder. He wraps his arms around me and hugs me close.

"We are going to help him. Between the three of us, we can make sure he doesn't go too far." I nod my head and pull away.

"Okay. He is going to the party, so we have to go to keep an eye on him." Stiles nods in agreement. I sigh and grab my jacket. "Later, Stiles." I head out the door, and bump into Papa Stilinski.

"Hey, Roxanne. Where you headed to?" I smile at him and give him an one armed side hug.

"I am going home to change for Lydia's party." I say.

"Stiles, Scott and Amethyst going with you?" He asks with one eyebrow raised and I nod.

"Don't worry Mr. Stilinski, I'll make sure they don't drink too much." I say. He cracks a smile and heads past me. "You do that." I hop into my car and speed to my house. I pull up to my house and slam the door shut. I grab my keys and unlock the door. I turn to the right and head to the kitchen. I grab a banana then I race up stairs to my sister bedroom and knock.

"Yeah?" Amethyst croaks. She sounds like she just woke up, which she might of.

"You want help me picking out an outfit?" I asks hopefully.

"Why? What your wearing is perfect." She says yawning and stretching.

"Really?" I asks shooting a skeptical look down at my outfit.

"Yeah...just add some hints of Batman, so when he asks you can say he's the Batman to your Wonder Woman." She says and I nod, seeing the sense in what she's saying.

"Girls please come down." Mom shouts. Racing each other down the stairs I shove Amethyst before turning to mom. She looks over at us stern yet amused at our antics.

"I just wanted to lay down the rules. 1. Call if your going to spend the night. 2. Don't drink to much. 3. Don't get into any trouble. 4. Be back my midnight if you are coming home." She says sternly and we nod before racing out the door.


Third Person P.O.V.


In the backyard of a dimly lit house, Scott and Allison stand awkwardly among a crowd of a drunk and high teenagers. Scott peers down at the table with the booze.

"So what do you drink?" Scott says awkwardly.

"Um... I don't know." Allison says.

"Me either, actually. Maybe we should try beer? Wait here, I'll hit the keg." Scott says.

"Perfect." Allison says nodding.

Near a blazing fire pit, Scott fills up two cups at the crowded keg when a sound catches his attention. A dog is barking. A huge Rottweiler in the yard next door just beyond a chain link fence. And it's barking at Derek. He stands behind the fire pit, staring straight at Scott. But then he shoots a look at the Rottweiler. The dog stops barking instantly. Eyes locked on the animal, Derek gives an almost imperceptible nod. Tail between its legs, the Rottweiler submissively lowers to a sitting position. Satisfied, Derek turns back to Scott who grips the two overflowing cups in his hands. And for the briefest second, Derek's eyes flash blue.

"Dude, you done?" A random party goer asks.

A stunned Scott hands off the keg tap to the Party-Goer. When he looks back to the fire pit, Derek is gone. Scott turns, glancing to the other teens in the yard, to the chain link fence and then up to- the roof where a shadowy figure seems to disappear just past the chimney. Scott steps back, trying to see if he actually did just witness Derek leaping twenty feet off the ground. But there's nothing there.

Handing a cup to Allison, Scott keeps throwing nervous glances back at the outside porch of the house. He takes a gulp of the beer and then coughs, nearly spitting it out.

"That tastes terrible." Scott says making a face. Allison laughs at him, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Now I see what they mean about an acquired taste." Scott says.

"I've actually never been drunk. I usually go to these parties and just stand there with a Diet Coke." Allison says.

"Stiles and I got drunk on Tequila one night. The next morning I felt like I had a flamethrower pointed at my forehead." Scott says grimacing at the last part.

"Okay, since neither of us is any good at drinking, how are you at dancing?" Allison asks with a hopeful look on her face.

"Much better. Infinitely better." Scott says.

Under the driving pulse of techno, Scott takes her hand, pulling her into the crowd of dancing teenagers. Then as they begin moving, as Allison starts to smile back at him, the usually timid Scott begins to let go. His hands reach around her waist with the other teens pushing them closer. Bodies pressed against each other, her cheek brushes lightly against his.

Then through the crowd, Scott notices Lydia dancing with Jackson, grinding close to him, her fingers wrapped around the back of his neck. She presses her lips to Jackson's locking him in a passionate kiss. As he eagerly kisses her back, sliding his hands down past her waist, Lydia opens her eyes. And looks right at Scott as she kisses Jackson. Unused to the attention of one beautiful girl, much less two, Scott finds himself dumbstruck until the bodies of the dancing teens push together to leave him alone with Allison again.


Misty's P.O.V.


We pull up 15 minutes later to a house that has music blaring and tons of car parked out front. We make a way into the backyard were I immediately spot Stiles over by the DJ. I walk up behind him and put my hands over his eyes and shout "Guess Who?"

"Storm!" He teasingly shouts.

"Sorry to disappoint." I say giving him a light smack on the back of his head.

"You look amazing. Love the Wonder Woman!" Stiles shout and Roxy blushes. I mock glare at him and he hurries and says, "You look good too."

"Why thank you. Where's Scooby? " I shout and he points to Scott dancing with Allison. I smile at them and then drag Stiles and Roxanne over to the spiked punch and pour a big glass.

"You know that's spiked right?" Sty asks.

"Of course. Why else would I be drinking it?" I asks and both Sty and Roxy roll their eyes. Roxy grabs Stiles and tries to drag him out on the dance floor but he doesn't budge. I look over at Scott and see he's still dancing.

"He's FINE. Now go have fun." I say pushing him towards Roxy.

I walk over to the fire pit, cup in hand. I spend the next few minute drinking and laughing at what Stiles would like to call dancing. Then I glance over at Scott.

I watch as Scott peers into her eyes, for a second it almost looks as though they're about to kiss. His fingers clench back, veins at the surface of his hands as he presses against the fabric of Allison's shirt. His upper lip pulls up momentarily to reveal a sharpened incisor and I gasps.

"What?" Roxy asks concerned as she dances by.

"Nothing." I says and she dances away unconvinced. I then go back to watching Scott. Lights glaring in his eyes, Scott takes a hard swallow as his breathing tightens, sweat beading his temples. He steps back and pulling away. I make a quick second decision to listen in.

"Sorry. I have to... I have to use the bathroom." Scott says panicky.

"Are you okay?" Allison asks but he hurries past her and into the house. I am waiting for Scott to reappear when Harley walks up to Stiles near the fire-pit outside.

"Hey, I just saw Scott leave. I think he had too much to drink." She says.

"What? What do you mean?" Sty asks but before she can answer, a panicked party- goer charges in from the back door. "Cops are here!" He shouts and suddenly everyone is moving, darting for an escape. I grab Roxy and Stiles as they are rushing by and pull them towards me.

"Call mom and tell her we and spending the night at Stiles's then take my car and clear slash stall Papa Stilinski!" I shout handing her my keys. She nods and then walks away to call mom.

I turn to Stiles and shout "Call you dad and tell him you are going to drive Scott home." He nods and walks away to do that.

"Now what?" He asks when he is done as we are heading to his car.

"Now we go to his house." I say as we are getting in and he nods.

"Wait!" I shout and he slams on the brakes.

"What?" He says.

"What about Allison? We can't leave her here." I says and start to get out.

"She's fine. I saw her get a ride with Derek." Stiles shout. I nod, get back in, and he starts driving to Scott's house.


Scott's P.O.V.


I stumbles into my room, slamming the door shut. But as I am turning the lock, another wave of pain wracks my body. I fall back, hitting my dresser and I catch my reflection in the mirror above where- two glowing, yellow eyes stare back at me.

Crouched on the floor, breathing hard and with sweat streaming down my forehead, I squeezes my eyes shut trying to push back the animal inside when someone pounds on the door.

"Go away!" I shout.

"Scott, it's me." Stiles says panicky. Hearing the panic in my friend's voice, I pull myself up. I unlocks the door but only allows it to open an inch.

"Let me in, Scott I can help-" Stiles says trying to shove his way in.

"No." I say eyes still burning yellow, I stay hidden behind the door but Stiles keeps pushing and shoving trying to get in.

"Stop it Stiles!" Amethyst shouts pulling him back out the door. "Gives him some space." She says calmly.

"Thanks Ace." I says using her childhood nickname that I gave her.

"No problem." She replies.

"Listen, you have to find Allison. Take her home-" I start to say but Stiles interrupts me.

"She's fine. I saw her get a ride. She's totally fine." He says and I breath a sign of relief.

"Stiles, I think I know who it is." I says calming down a little.

"Just let me in and we can talk." He says but I keep the door firmly cracked.

"It's Derek. Derek Hale's the werewolf. He's the one who bit me. He's the one who killed the girl in the woods." I say. There's nothing but shocked silence from the other side of the door. Until-

"Scott... Derek's the one who drove Allison from the party." Stiles says.

Bedroom window thrown open, I launch myself out from the second story fifteen feet up. When my feet hit the pavement, my crouched figure slowly draws up to reveal I am no longer struggling against the transformation. I have given into it.

Not the hulking beast of most werewolf horror films, this is a leaner, more human monster. Both powerfully muscular and strangely seductive with gleaming yellow eyes, incisors reformed into fangs, ears tapered to points over thickened, wilder hair and fingernails grown to razor sharp claws. The sixteen year-old boy is gone. I am now a werewolf, charging down the driveway and into the darkness in search of Allison and the danger she faces.


I just wanted to thank all of my awesome readers and to say I'm sorry that it took so long for me to finish this chapter. To make it up to my readers I am going to do another Derek P.O.V. in the next chapter.