"What should we do about this, James?"

"I think they're good together if you ask me. She seems to be keeping Stiles out of trouble for the most part, and honestly I think it's good for both of them to have each other. Especially after what happened to Claudia and Emily."

"I suppose you're right. Let's let them sleep then we'll lay down the rules."

The hushed voices followed by the soft click of the door shutting woke me up. My eyes scanned the familiar room for a moment, realizing that I had just overheard our dads talking which meant they knew we were sleeping in the same bed together. They had caught us like this many times before, but never with me only wearing his shirt and him now shirtless because some time during the night he got hot and pulled it off.

Fuck...

"Stiles, wake up." I said as I shook him awake, only getting a groan from him. "Stiles, come on. Our dads just saw us sleeping together."

"So?" He mumbled, nuzzling his face into my neck more.

"So, I'm only wearing your shirt and you're shirtless." I explained.

His eyes shot open, giving me a nervous look.

"Fuck." He said as he sat up, groaning as he held his head.

"We're so dead. I'm going to be grounded forever." I panicked, not wanting my dad to ban me from seeing Stiles anymore.

"Hey, calm down. It'll be fine. If it was that big of a deal they wouldn't have left us here to sleep in." He said, rubbing my back gently as he kissed my cheek.

My cheeks flushed and I stared at him for a moment until he realized what he just did.

"Um sorry..." he murmured.

"Don't be.." I whispered back, glancing at his lips for a moment before I remembered our dads were downstairs. "I should get dressed."

I got up then walked over to the duffle bag of clothes I kept in his room since I was over here so much. I grab jean shorts and my Bon Jovi tank top along with my normal bra then I turn to go to the bathroom, but stop when I see Stiles rummaging around his dresser in only his boxers. My eyes wandered over his body for a moment, quickly looking away when he turned.

"So, what happened at the party last night anyway? Do you remember?" He asked me as he pulled on sweatpants.

My heart immediately dropped, realizing that he didn't remember the heated kiss or him telling me he liked me.

"Um... nothing really. Some kid puked in Lydia's room but that's about it for exciting stuff." I lied.

"Oh... Well sucks for her." He shrugged and pulled on a shirt. "I'll let you use the bathroom first."

I nodded, murmuring a quiet thank you before I walked to the bathroom and took a quick shower. I just used Stiles' stuff since it smelled amazing anyway. Thinking about last night made my heart skip a beat, but it was quickly replaced with disappointment and sadness when I remembered that he was too drunk to remember what happened. I wanted to bring it up to him, but I was scared that he wouldn't feel the same if he was sober. I mean, what if it was just the alcohol talking?

I couldn't handle heartbreak like that again.

After drying off and brushing my teeth I got dressed then went back to his room, letting him know the shower was open as I tossed his shirt in his laundry basket. I took a moment to prepare myself for what was waiting for me downstairs, then took a deep breath before I went down to see our fathers talking about a case over breakfast.

"Late night, huh?" I asked, trying to act casual even though their looks told me they were suspecting something.

"What?" I asked.

"Did you use a condom?" My dad asked bluntly, my cheeks immediately turning red.

"No, dad." I groan. "We didn't... it wasn't like that."

"So what happened then?" Stiles' dad asked me.

"Okay we went to this party and Stiles got really drunk so I drove him here, but by then I was too tired to drive home and I didn't have a car anyway so I just stayed here." I explained.

"Then why were you wearing his shirt?" My dad asked. "And why was he shirtless?"

"Dad, he gets hot at night okay? And I didn't have any pajamas to change into. His shirt was long enough to cover me so I just wore that. Nothing happened last night."

Stiles POV

"...nothing happened last night."

Her words rang in my mind as I hid behind the wall listening to the end of their conversation. While I was in the shower I had remembered the kiss we shared last night and I was disappointed that she told me nothing happened earlier when I asked.

Did she not enjoy it as much as I did?

Why would she not tell me if she was clearly sober enough to remember everything that happened. And why would she kiss back then deny it?

I waited a few more moments before coming around the corner.

"Morning, dad. James." I said as I went to get myself a bowl of cereal. "Charls, you want some?" I asked her.

She shook her head.

"No, thanks. I'm not hungry." She gave me a weak smile then turned to her father. "Dad, can you drive me home? I have some homework to finish up."

"Sure, hon. I'll be out in a minute." He said to her.

She nodded then walked out without even saying goodbye to me. I watched her go with a frown on my face, wondering what I did to make her want to leave.

"Stiles, I don't have to give you the talk again do I?" Dad asked me.

"What? Oh no. We didn't do anything, dad. I don't think she's interested anyway..." I sighed and focused on making my bowl of cereal.

I heard James chuckle and looked back at him, furrowing my eyebrows.

"What?" I asked.

"Stiles, that girl is very interested in you. Trust me. Don't give up yet." James patted my back then left to give her a ride home.

I groaned softly and sat down in his spot across from my dad at the table.

"Why do relationships have to be so complicated?" I mumbled.

"I've been asking myself that same question for years." He chuckled.

Charlie's POV

"Are you sure you're okay?" My dad asked me for the fifteenth time on our short drive home.

"Not really, but I don't want to talk about it." I answered.

He sighed and nodded, leaning over to kiss my forehead.

"I have to get back to work, but I'll be back later. We can go out for dinner and get some ice cream. How does that sound?" He asked.

"That sounds great, dad." I smiled softly then kissed his cheek before I went inside to spend the rest of the day moping around doing nothing.

~.:O:.~

Later that night I went out to eat with my dad then we walked to the ice cream shop to get some ice cream. He talked to me about this case he had where all of these people were turning up missing, but they couldn't find any bodies.

"It's like they just disappeared off the face of the earth. I'm not sure if it's a Wendigo or not though. Stilinski said they haven't had one here in a while." He explained.

"Well maybe they aren't getting enough food and are coming out of hiding." I suggested.

"I don't know. Either way I think you should be careful from now on." He said.

"I always am, dad. Don't worry."

He nodded then got a call on his phone. I watched him talk, knowing right away that they found a body.

"I have to go. I'll give you a ride home." He said as he got up.

"No, it's fine. I'll walk. You don't want to back track. It's closer just to go from here." I said.

"You sure?" He asked me.

"Yeah. I'll call Stiles if anything happens."

He nodded, kissing my head before leaving in his squad car. I sighed then finished the rest of my ice cream before walking home. It had gotten dark by then and it was pretty chilly so I walked a little faster than normal. As I walked I felt someone following me, their footsteps echoing with mine on the sidewalk. I glanced back to see a man following then quickly looked forwards, taking out my phone and trying to text my dad but he was probably busy so I didn't expect a respond.

My next choice was of course Stiles and I quickly texted him.

'On 10th street. Someone following me... Help.'

Within seconds I got a call from him and answered the phone, trying to sound as casual as possible.

"Hey." I answered.

"Is he still behind you?" He asked right away, the sound of his jeep speeding up in the background.

"Yes. What time will you be here?" I asked, trying not to sound panicked.

"Just a few minutes okay? Is there anywhere with a bunch of people around?" He asked.

"No."

"Okay, stay on the phone with me okay? We're almost there. If he gets closer run."

"Okay." I said shakily, trying to move faster.

I looked back and stopped when I saw that he was gone.

"Stiles, he's not there anymore. He just disappeared." I said into my phone. "I think I'm ok-"

I turned back around and screamed when I saw him standing right behind me with razor sharp teeth bared and white eyes. I tried to run, quickly telling Stiles his description and that he was a Wendigo, but he quickly grabbed me and a second later there was a sharp pain to my head followed by blackness.

Stiles POV

"Charlie? Charlie!" I yelled into the phone after hearing her voice go silent. "Fuck!"

I hit the steering wheel then drove faster, speeding around the corner until we finally got to the street where she was. We didn't see anything at first so we quickly got out then looked around.

"Charlie!?" I called, frantically looking around for her.

Scott tried calling her again, but stopped when we both heard her ring tone playing. We both turned around to see it laying on the ground. I walked over and picked it up, ending the call before looking at it. My eyebrows furrow when I see that her camera app was opened before we called. I tapped on the latest picture, my heart stopping when I saw it.

She had managed to take a picture of her attacker before she dropped it. I immediately recognized him, but I just couldn't remember where I had seen him before. His teeth and eyes made it obvious that he was a wendigo, but what really caught my attention was the terrified look on Charlie's face. Her eyes were wide with fear and she had tears in them as she screamed.

"We have to find her, Scott." I said to my friend who had been watching me.

"We have to..."