VIII

TRAIN CRASHES AND WILTED LEAVES.

It is amazing how easy it is to get used to the fact that your best friend is a psycho serial killer werewolf, his new routine goes like this, Stiles now only sleeps four hours or so, wakes up by seven, cooks a healthy breakfast, listen to his father´s complains about wanting something fried and covered with chocolate, he smiles and then his dad does too, the things are getting better and better between then and he´s happy except for the part where he has to keep pretending he was wrong. By seven forty five he´s putting on his cozy red hooded sweater to fight the ruthless weather and awaits for Scott outside, he gets in and Stiles drives off his porch. In the way school he asks Scott what he dreamed the night before, he tells him about his nightmares and how they are getting more disturbing and vivid every day, Stiles sighs trying to convince himself it is a good sign.

In class everything is normal, Scott keeps throwing kisses to Allison when the teachers aren´t looking, and she keeps smirking like a fool sending more. At lunch Lydia discredits Harris´ pedagogy, Tackler –her douche new boyfriend- nods and says something about sports, Allison reads a book until Scott comes over with their trays and then everyone eats in silence, most part of the team use to sit with them, including Isaac, they make some jokes, some tables away Jackson stares at them with longing –Stiles rejoices in his insides, then he feels guilty and pity for him- the jocks go back their table, some stay when the cheerleaders join them.

After School Stiles goes back home, and tries to get some sleep, Derek calls and yells at him for being late, he damns and gets out of bed, walks to Scott's, takes him forty minutes or so to convince his friend to go into the woods, sometimes he needs for Derek to call him at the phone and howl to him over the speaker –Yup that´s the way they were doing it before Stiles joined- though it is complicated, Scott´s lapses start right after and is there is always the risk that he might kill someone in his way to the woods. By the time they reach the cabin someone knocks Scott out, he faints and they try to chain him, when he wakes up breaks the chains, shifts and try to kill everybody, just another day in Stiles´ life, it is starting to get boring to be honest, but it has been good to clear up some of Stiles´ doubts, like that werewolves can actually shift every day –of course he already knows that- but on full moon it is almost impossible for them to fight back the inner wolf, that´s why none of them helped Derek the night Stiles´ fell into the lake, he´s the only one who has full control over his body and his skills, and he had the job to chase Scott down the forest while the others awaited locked down in the cabin.

Another thing he learned is that full moon makes them stronger, they couldn´t explained well –actually Stiles´ didn´t understood- but is pretty much like steroids or something like that said Vernon, Stile´s thinks is more like heroine, Scott is out of control most of the time, but he hadn´t reached the levels he did the full moon night which in Stiles opinion is a clear hint that his friend is starting to fight back inside, or at least that´s what he´s trying to make himself and the others to believe, the only one who seems hopeful is Derek –which is weird considering that he´s like a grumpy cat, yeah he gave him that nickname, Isaac and him joked about it a couples of times until grumpy cat heard them and they ended up flying out the cabin through the window- and Stiles could be grateful about it, it really looks like Derek wants to avoid killing Scott no matter what, but of course Scott wouldn´t be a furred fang's ball if it wasn't because of Derek.

But saving Scott means that Derek will eventually die, and Stiles wonders how he can be so calm and indifferent about it, is he lying? Well that doesn´t make any sense considering that he could easily not tell Stiles about it and make him believe that Scott couldn´t be fixed, he just want Scott to help him and then he will let him murder him as if it was the commonest thing in the world –there is something fishy about all this-, Stiles still wonders what they meant by Storm, he knows it was a metaphor for something else –he checked the weather forecast- what is it? a war? Against what? Vampires? The tooth fairy? It doesn´t matter, he needs to know the truth to understand what the hell is going on and how he can help Scott before it´s too late, lately he sees Scott more like a pet than his best friend, how to train your werewolf, she should write a book about it.

….

So the book… is pretty odd, she didn't pay much attention at its content the first time she checked it up in the attic because she thought it was a game guide for dungeons and dragons or something like that but it is more…. Complicated… is like reading a psychology manual mixed up with ancient mythology and not the kind of mythology everybody is used to, it´s weird, maybe she just have been reading a lot the last couple of days.

The book has seven sections the first is called the Binding, followed by Bestiary, Herbs and bushes, cycles, weaponry, fortifications and roots and branches. Binding is wake up and fall, dreaming is standing up and fight, knowing is granting, living is waiting for death, and dying is release. Those are the first words in the long poem written in the Binding section, she´s not sure what it means, but it seems like they´re talking about will power.

The Bestiary section is quite opposite of Binding´s, it has full description of creatures, supernatural creatures, with well detailed gothic-like drawings with long and slender shapes, swirled and matted lines of hair it is kind of freaking and fascinating at the same time, she has been reading a lot, like a lot about it, she couldn´t even imagine that there could be such big amount of supernatural shit out there –if they really exist of course- many come from the tales people are used to see in movies or videogames, like necromancy, she knew she heard that word before and she actually checked the term on Wikipedia before continue reading in the book, according to internet necromancers are witchcrafters who are able to bring back souls from the other world, other source says that necromancy is black magic used to take control of a death body, much of the websites didn´t change much the concept from those two but the book… She wasn´t ready for what she read when she came back to the book where a mourning black shape rested next to the description in the withered parchment pages. Grief as any other sentiment is power, sometimes improperly used by those who cannot accept one of the most elementary tenets that rules everything, as energy itself pain mutes. Below is another painting, a middle-age dressed-like man standing in a cobbled street guiding a skeletal figure toward a dark alley, she skipped some lines and continued reading almost at the end of the description in the next page.

There is no effective treatment for necromancy subjects, it can be easily detected in Binder children by their ability to absorb life from other living things as pets or plants and unconsciously redirected to the subject of grief which keeps living in their imagination, nonetheless the gene is rare and the necromanciness can be appeased with therapy, Freud describes necromancy as a distort of will in result of unsolved feelings with the subject of will, casting a representation of it in corpses and corruption. Allison frowned after reading that, so according to the book necromancy is a disease, and Binders –she´s still not sure what does it means- are more subtle to it because they can actually mold a dead body to look like the person who died, something squirmed inside her at the thought of it, she also read that necromancers somehow absorb the life that surround them until there is no more and bit a bit they start to fade in an unconscious attempt to hold in this world the fake dummy version of the loved ones, until the necromancer dies. It is sad and romantic, and scary all of them at the same time.

She has been taking the book with her to school, but she hasn´t much time to read, she have classes and Scott´s affections to attend to, she´s so happy for having Scott with her, of course she´s not going to tell him all the things she found out about her dad or the fact that there is probably a mythical creature killing random people in town, he will think she´s insane and dump her for good, she can´t afford to lose him, he is her rock, he washes away all her doubts, fears and bad memories, something about the way he looks at her makes her sighs and chew her bottom lip while pleasant Goosebumps run down her, he´s her anchor that keeps her in touch with a normal life and reality.

….

It´s Saturday so Stiles can finally sleep a little longer than usual, he wakes up by ten with no nightmares, it feels so good, to finally have some spare time, he doesn´t have to show up at Scott´s an made out something to get him into the forest until noon, and he feels guilty about it, he knows Scott hasn´t told him to not concern him but he must be pretty freak out with the fact that he comes with Stiles into the woods every afternoon and wakes up every morning unable to remember anything they did the night before, he must think they are drugging him or something, and it has been hard to always pick up Scott´s mom calls and tell her they are watching movies with Jackson or Studying for Harris´ awful tests. So today Stiles just wants to watch some TV and finish the books he hadn´t time to read because of all the murderer-friend thing.

His dad comes at lunch and they eat while they watch a couple of episodes of Shameless, he loves his dad´s laughs while they see it, it makes him forget about all the shit they have come through lately, Dr. Fintshood was right about something, they needed to spend more time together. At three Stiles is finishing the books, god they are so good! Actually he´s tempted to not finish either of them, he doesn´t want to feel that awkward emptiness that he gets when he finishes a good book but he can´t help it, he needs to know how they end, so he jumps to the next chapter of the 5th wave and… a horn resonances outside twice, gridding his teeth closes the book and comes down, through the living room he spots a car parked outside and then someone knocks the door, when he opens he´s sock to find Lydia there, she´s wearing a short dress high heels and her hair knotted in a bun and a big smile on her face.

"Lydia" Stiles says surprised and happy to see her.

She takes him by the wrist and pulls him out.

"Wait… what´s going on?" He asks frowning.

"We´re going shopping" She explains cheerful dragging him toward her pink corvette.

"Didn´t know you have a car" He says while they get in and she turns on the engine.

"Yeah, it´s just that Jackson and I used to go out in his" She explains with a smile, yet her eyes aren´t smiling, he feels a pang of pity for her, she really misses Jackson, why she can´t just tell him that she was wrong? It´s hard to admit but a part of Stiles is happy she doesn´t or else he wouldn´t be with her heading to…

"Shopping?" He suddenly says, back in real world, fuck he has to take Scott into the woods in a couple of hours. "I´m sorry Lydia I…"

"Oh no… you won´t let me down I can´t find Allison anywhere and I really need someone to help me pick up a dress" She reproaches driving away before Stiles had a chance to open the door. "Oh look there she is" Snorts

Stiles cranes his neck to his right while they pass at full speed by Allison´s car parked outside Scott´s house.

"Wait a second are you having a party of something?" Stiles asks flinching, something in Lydia´s driving way makes his heart rate uneasy, she´s too aggressive.

"Who thought you how to drive jackass?" She yells to a car with which they almost collided two seconds ago in the curb she took to head the mall, "Sorry what did you say? Ah yeah, a dress… hello! Sadie Hawkins dance, I´ve been putting a lot of effort with the rest of the cheerios to make a big thing, I can´t go there wearing pajamas"

"But Lydia… the ball is weeks away" He complains.

"I need to have everything ready, now change that attitude or I´m gonna have to shut your mouth with tape" She giggles and takes another curb, and yep she yells to another driver, Stiles can´t help but chuckle, it's nice to hang out with her, despite for the fact that she´s going to the dance with that asshole of Tackler and that the dance is near and none of the school´s girls hasn´t asked him yet, but isn´t like it matters anyway, full moon is almost here and he the anxiety is starting to take over him, he needs to do something to save Scott´s ass before it is too late, but for now he just going to forget about all that crap and have so fun with Lydia, Scott can wait.

….

She took a time and skipped the Bestiary, it is too much to read, she´s won´t lie, the book is pretty interesting, like the Herbs and Bushes section, there are so many kind of plants out there that can be used to treat injuries, she´s thrilled because she sees much of them in groceries or gardens and people don´t know about their properties –if they are real of course-, some are used to get full sleep nights, others are booster for physical strength thought according to the book the effect don´t last longer than a couple of minutes so it´s practically useless, there are others that are used as poison, there are different kinds, every type has its own dangers, like the lycoctonum, it is highly dangerous and toxic, the white one can give third degree burns just to the touch, but they are hard to find, or the yellows, according to the book a man called Carlos Linneo used diminutive dosses of it to treat Lycanthropy, with mixed results, though some of his patients experimented a remarkable decrease in the symptoms other died days after they started the treatment, nowadays it is still forbidden its use with such purposes.

She was sick of reading and reading and having no clues, has been checking up her dad the last week to get a chance and visit the apartment again but seems like he doesn´t leaves the place anymore –maybe he suspects- so she continues her research and her archery practices while she awaits for the right moment, last night she did an experiment, in the book´s Cycles section are ceremonies, words and hubs –yeah this is turning weirder with every page- she took a look to few but there was a simple one that would dissipate all her doubts, it´s a simple thing used to bless silver when there is just alloys at hand –she´s not even sure what´s its use, but it is better start with something safe and simple in case crazy shit really happens- So the rite is simple, the alloy –Allison´s earrings- must be put inside a fully dark container –a shoe box- and there must be a single hole, not two, not three, one, facing the moonlight by night, with her fingers she drawn the moon shape in the top of the box three times, well actually it is her version of the ritual according to the book it was made in special shrines built for it, and the drawings were made in the concrete, but she hopes it work, she must wait twenty four hours before opening the box, if she did right the earrings should have the first halo –whatever that is- more days would imply extra pure silver and harder halos, the book suggests two lunation cycles for a proper purifying, but she doesn´t have time for that she needs to know if real supernatural shit is really happening in the town, she´s not sure what is worst that her dad might believe in demons, necromancers, and Binders or that maybe he´s right, that´s why she´s so happy to get Scott´s text or else she might screwed her experiment peeking through the box´s hole or actually opening it in urgency to get some answers.

It is silly to think about it but did actually started as an innocent studying date, Scott needs some help with a couple of classes and Allison is good at it, and they studied, they definitely did, but something inside Scott´s room, the thick smell of his cologne, the scattered socks in the floor, shirts on the table, the matted quilt, she´s not sure but the sight of it, the fact that they are alone, and that neither his dad can know they are together –she checked it up, there is no cameras in this street- makes her feel warm in her belly, maybe it is because they hadn´t see each other a lot lately but something inside her yearns for Scott kisses and his puppy amber eyes on her, the way his lips side turns up in a curve that makes something burn in her insides. So forget about economy tests, forget about psycho-dad, don´t think about the haloed rings she just want to let go, and be a normal teenager who wants to spend Saturday with her boyfriend lying on his bed.

No sex, of course there won´t be sex…yet. Allison is a virgin and no matter how hot Scott´s cluttered room makes her feel, she´s not ready yet, but it doesn´t mean they have to keep Studying until falling asleep, so there is this moment between economics and history -she´s not even sure what they are studying anymore- when their eyes meet and he brushes her cheek gently with the back of his hand, Allison smirks and he reaches for her, as usual Scott´s lips are specially hot to the touch –isn´t like she had kiss a lot boys in her life- but she knows he is different somehow, he´s special, something deep inside him have this utter need to be as near to her as possible, and this kiss is soft and sweet and heartbreaking sad, for a second she feels like she is hearing a song a painful and beautiful one, oh god the book is starting to make her lose her mind, but… no it can´t be…. But the need…. This thirst…it´s not….hers…like….like if she´s feeling Scott inside her, not read his mind but touch, slightly stroke something else deeper and more intimate.

She let go, now gaping, meeting her eyes with his.

"Scott" She starts in a whisper distant even to her.

"Yeah?" He mutters brushing his lips against her, his hot breathing washing away the cold winter air.

"Are you ok?" She asks feeling somehow stupid for making that question, but she´s sure she felt something, it is silly even to think about it but the words come out of her without warning as if someone else takes the control over her…like…like when her arrow came through the rock.

"I couldn´t be happier" He mumbles in a deep and Goosebumps-giving voice.

This don´t make any sense, she´s pretty sure…shut up and don´t ruin this.

As if they could know what the other wanted, both stand at the same time, without detach their eyes from each other and slide the bed, before she notices, his hands are in her waist, his lips on hers and the heat crawls deep inside, they softly reach down until they are over the spongy quilt, his body next to her, he surrounds her with his broad arms pressing the side of her head against his chest as if he tried to reassure her to keep her safe, his heartbeat even, the rise and fall of his body with every deep and steadying breath he takes lulls her, she could easily fall asleep like this, and never wake up, leave behind everything else and stay forever in that bed, thought she knows she is right and something is disturbing Scott but she is selfish, she needs him, so deeply and hard that it actually makes her chest to ache, she can´t help it, she had fallen for him, and there is no turning back.

….

She takes the curb at Monroe Street and stops the engine outside a cafeteria, maybe a coffee, no… something is…not right about all this. They used the dog excused to hide reality and she knows the people didn´t buy it, but what else can they do? They can let the town to get out of control, soon or later, people will realize that the wild animal is still out there, and they need to come up with a dead body and answers before the town turns into hell, nevertheless the sheriff doesn´t want anything to with it, he´s convinced –or at least that what he wants to make them believe- that the situation is settled with the dog´s death, but let´s face it, a dog couldn´t possibly be able to do such damage to the bodies, they were so….. Dismembered… it was disturbing as if…. As if the animal was conscious about what was doing and wanted to scare to death whoever found the body, and the gashes in the skin…. It… tortured its victims before killing them, as if was enjoining the slaughter, but no one in the station seems to pay attention, they say she´s crazy, and maybe she´s starting to lose her mind, the only thing in which they all agreed is in the size of the claws, it is impossible that, that dog´s paws or any dog could do such damage, but despite this irrefutable clue seems like she´s alone in this.

She has been looking at the pictures of the bodies the last week, it is beyond disturbing and sickening, she´s used to see dead bodies, but this? She can´t take out of her mind the idea of the creatures´ deliberation, gosh! Now she knows why everyone stared at her as if she was crazy when she told them about it, it sounds so stupid, yet she took the two victims files, she was going to check them up at home after taking a hot bath and a hearty dinner, but she wants it over, her urgency and desperation to find out something missing is taking over her, she hadn´t sleep well the last couple days, between the nightmares with the bodies and this stubborn feeling in her chest that tells her she´s missing something.

She looks at the folders, Carlson Mickens and Patrick Evans she reads staring at the pictures of the a ginger boy with a hooked nose and sharp eyes, she´s not sure why but there is something so familiar about him but she can´t tell right now. The other boy is brunette with slender lips and indifferent eyes, she opens both files, and start reading, as she expected both of them were trouble makers, were arrested a couple of times for drinking underage and drugs possession, both studied in James Wood´s high at the other side of the town, both bodies found in the woods dismembered. This is like running in circles, both boys were douches thought many people loved them, she remembers when Patrick´s body was found, in Beacon Hill´s high many students attended his funeral….but… let´s face it the boy was a jackass both…. What else? She´s missing something, she knows it… but this is stupid considering that means that she really believes that the creature is somehow…. Aware of…. Forget about it Mellissa is starving she can´t think in anything else right now, maybe after dinner she can sit and review the friend´s statements and see if she can find whatever she´s missing in all this.

….

When they get in the mall all Stiles doubts dissipate, Lydia bounces around the stores staring at the shoes and dresses with bright eyes, and suddenly Stiles is feeling a little happy she choose Tackler above him, how can you please a girl like that? Seems like something complicated, yet Stiles is sure he would try if she gave him the chance. The mall and stores are already decorated according to the Christmas season, real size Santa Claus dummy sitting on his traditional crimson sleigh lifts before the fountain in a steep angle most of his brown and cream flying reindeer already hanging up in the air held by long and spidery strings, as if they are about to break out through the crystal ceiling, wait a second…Is San Claus real too? Oh would be so awesome!, he shifts his glance up and see dark green garlands are fastened to the façade outside the stores embellished with gold and red baubles all with different sizes and shapes, silver glitter sparkle in the polystyrene´s snow man scattered in the corners, it is all shining and beautiful, he´s so happy Lydia made him come, they manage to come through the throng to get to the dresses´ shop, aside the door Stiles spots tons of teenagers and kids crowding a just opened firework set, Stiles can help but giggle think about previous Christmas, Scott convincing him to get some fireworks illegally and then…. An idea…. This…

"Stiles!" Lydia shouts.

"I´ll back soon" He assures running toward the crowd.

It´s takes him about twenty minutes to convince the guy in the fireworks shop to let him buy a few, well actually he had to bribe him, so know he´s out of money in his card, his dad is going to kill him if he finds out how much he spent, to not mention how angry Scott´s mom will be, but it will worth it if he´s right about his idea. He opens the door in the dress store, it is an small place with more furniture than actual clothes, it isn´t hard to find Lydia, she´s before a rack taking a look to a few dresses already carrying what looks like ten in her arm.

"Finally" She complains, pouting her red lips.

"Sorry" He apologizes.

"I can´t choose one, they are so pretty" She says with a big smile her eyes sparkling like stars in a clear night.

"Why you didn´t bring Tackler, aren´t you guys to pick up your clothes to match in the dance?" He chuckles.

Lydia frowns.

"I can´t… a guy must not see his date wearing the dress until the big night" Explains taking him by the arm to guide him toward the nearest fitting room.

She shoves the dresses she picked in his lap and take one with her inside while Stiles awaits sitting in a comfortable sofa.

"I´m pretty sure that rule only applies for brides" He says casually.

"Yeah, whatever" Lydia says while the clothes she was wearing seconds ago flies from the top of the door toward Stiles falling on his lap. "He´s not the kind of guy who hangs out with his girlfriend for shopping, or matching clothes or anything else"

The door opens and she comes out wearing a sleeveless polyester dress, it is black and slim it is up to her thighs letting Stiles see how long her legs are, she looks so sophisticated he can´t help but gap, yet she doesn´t seem convinced and takes other dress from his hands and gets inside the fitting room.

"Actually he´s kind of boring, he spends half of the time talking about Lacrosse and how he would be a better captain than Scott" She says while the black dress flies toward Stiles tangling in his face.

"He´s like a douche" Stiles points out.

"Well yeah, actually he´s trying to convince the whole team to kick Scott from the team" She says with a little anger in her voice. "And is really pissed because just two or three agree with him"

Ok Stiles knew Tackler was a massive asshole, but know he feels the urgency to be a werewolf and rip off his head, he just hopes Scott doesn´t do it.

"Lydia how can you date someone like him?" He dares to say.

"I don´t like to be alone all the time, it´s good to have someone around sometimes, and hang out, have dinner, watch movies and have sex, you know a girl have needs"

She comes out to show him the red strapless dress she brought with her inside.

"You look beautiful" He says with a smile.

She winks at him and takes the takes the white and shouldered one.

"Anyway, Jackson…"

So this is all about Jackson.

"Is taking her to the dance, and… I… need to be stunning to let them openmouthed"

"Lydia you need to stop this, there are better guys in school than Tackler or Jackson" He reproaches.

Like me for example.

She comes out again, she looks… stunning.

"Look…" God is hard to not stare in a creepy way at her, she´s so.

"Stiles?" She says frowning.

He shakes his head embarrassed.

"Look, I don´t get it ok? You´re like the most beautiful and smart cool girl I know why you have to date those morons? There are better guys out there who would give everything for a chance to show you how special you are, because you are Lydia you really are"

After he finishes, he feels how hard his cheeks burn right now, but he knows he´s right, she doesn´t deserves jerks, even if was her fault what happened with Jackson or even if she ever dates Stiles, he knows she deserves someone who really cares about her. He looks up, her eyes are sparkling but this time with tears.

"Oh thank you honey, you´re such a great friend"

Friend-zoned fuck.

She takes another dress and heads back to the fitting room, probably to weep more comfortably.

"You… you know what?" She says and he´s pretty sure he can hear a mixture between a chuckle and a wail.

"I´s a shame you´re gay if you were straight I would definitely date you"

Wait a second what?

"Lydia I´m not…"

Her door sweeps back and her head comes out.

"Oh I´m sorry… I didn´t mean to make you feel uncomfortable"

"Lydia I´m not gay" Stiles laughs.

"You´re not? Oh I´m sorry I just assumed Isaac and you were dating" She says with embarrassment. "I saw the way he looked at you when you arrived and then, when I found the yearbook, remember? When he took you apart… Oh I feel so stupid"

Awkward.

"I´m really sorry, I feel so stupid… so…"

"Lydia, take it easy, you´re not stupid you just made a mistake" He comforts her.

"No you don´t get it! I´ve been referring to you as my G.B.F" She says with ashamed grin.

"Your what?" He arches a brow.

"Gay best friend…. Well actually I used to say G.F.F for Gaiest Friend forever but it seemed like offensive so I changed it"

"So… that´s why none of the girls at school asked me for the dance?" He says astonished.

Taking aside the scrawny and awkward self, to not mention the lack of self-confidence.

"I… don´t know… I´ll ask the girls" Says coming out half-dressed to take her purse from the sofa and pull out her phone.

"Don´t Lydia…. It doesn´t matter…really" He tries to stop her but she gets inside again.

Oh dude, this is embarrassing, so Lydia didn´t want to date him and plus she gets all the girls at school and probably the town to don´t either, is better for him to stay out of the dance, isn´t like he was planning on going anyway but know… knowing he can´t go even if he wants, it makes him feel furious.

"Hey" Says a deep and annoying voice.

Stiles cranes his neck unable to believe his hears but before he can see who´s next to him a hand takes him by the wrist and starts dragging him out of the store.

"Hey! Hey! What the hell is wrong with you?" He shouts while the crowd in the mall steps aside to let Derek walk out.

"Walk faster if you don´t want me scuff you all around the floor" Threatens the werewolf and Stiles feels the urgency to draw from the bag in his hand a handful of aconitum petals and shove them in his mouth.

"You can´t show up like this, I was in a date!" He reproaches, they´re already in the parking lot, people staring at them while he fights back to get free from Derek´s grasp, this is so embarrassing.

"You! A date?" Derek snorts, from his angle of vision Stiles can see that half of his mouth is twisted in a sneer.

"Kind of… hanging out- date thing" He mumbles.

"Get it in" Derek says dryly stopping short in a row of cars in front of a brand new Camaro.

Wow? Why he can´t have a bike or something less cool?

"Wait what are you going…" He says with fear but Derek doesn´t listen to him, in a supernatural blink the door is open and Stiles is being pushed inside, in the back seat Erica glares at him.

"Oh shit, don´t tell Scott killed someone again" He says with a lump already climbing his throat.

"Not yet" She replies sharply.

"Didn´t I told you to stay away from her?" Derek yells when he closes the door in the driver's seat and gets out of the parking lot in an incredible speed, what? His Car is a were-car? Oh! Maybe it is a transformer!, nothing would surprise Stiles at this point.

"Stay away? Why? Lydia is a cool girl" Stiles says puzzled.

"Not that, the other one" Derek roars and Stiles is starting to consider open the door and jumps out of the car, he has seen it in movies, it can´t be so hard, unfortunately Derek probably just saw something in his eyes because Stiles can´t think his door´s locks clicks and then Derek´s right hand flies up to Stiles shoulders pulling the sash over him and clicking it in the belt tongue, fine now he´s trapped in a full speed car with two pissed of werewolves, his life couldn´t be more exciting.

"Allison? She wasn´t with us, she´s is with…" He saying.

"Scott" Erica finishes for him.

"How do you know?" Stiles says gaping.

"Because I have Erica and Vernon keeping an eye on him twenty four hours seven days in the week, and Vernon told us that they´re together, alone… in his house" Derek finishes his temple´s vein palpitating so hard that Stiles thinks it might explode any time "I told you to stay away from her"

"Yeah, but I thought you were talking about me… and she´s my friend I wasn´t to unfriend her just because you…"

"You don't get it right?" Derek shouts. "He can´t be near any other human than you for now"

"What If he decides to kill her right now?" Erica spits sharply.

Stiles´ stomach plunges down, No, Scott wouldn´t hurt her, he… he´s not ….oh shit he´s gonna kill her.

….

Her phone bips and flips, oh crap she was so… comfortable, Allison flutters her eyes open, Scott is staring at her with those puppy eyes full of peace.

"You have been awake all this time?" She asks blushing.

"Yeah" He admits with a grin. "Couldn´t help thinking about how gorgeous look while you sleep"

Oh god! Why he had to say things so beautiful like those?

She sits and takes her phone out of her purse, unlocks it and looks at the notification flashing in the screen, as she thought it is a report that her dad is moving, actually the map shows that he´s already driving home, damn she wanted to stay a little longer.

"I have to go!" She says a little sad.

"What? Now?" Scott asks and she can see the fear in his eyes.

She grins.

"Yeah, my dad has been texting asking where I am" She lies.

"Oh"

"See you tomorrow" She says with short smile pressing her lips against his.

She hurries to come out before he can follow her and convince her to stay, she´s almost sure that if he asks she might made out an excuse for her dad and go back to wonderland with Scott, but she doesn´t want troubles with him, digging up in her phone she finds lots of lost calls from Lydia and texts asking her to go out shopping, fine she has an excuse but she can´t stay, her dad is finally out of the apartment, so it means he´s tired and she can go back for a couple of hours. She climbs down the stairs when she feels something prickling in her right hand and the front door burst open and a slender shape comes in.

"Stiles!" She cries a little shocked, he´s look disheveled and sweaty "Are you ok?"

"Allison!" He says happy to see her…no… there is something else… relief? She´s pretty sure he is just about to hug her.

"Allison what´s going on?" She asks starting to freak out.

His eyes sweep the room as if he´s looking for something, she feels sorry for him, with all what happened he might really becoming insane, if she could only tell him that she believes him, but she can´t if she does, she´s will have to explain how she found it, and he would tell everybody to prove them he wasn´t wrong… and her dad… oh god! She feels like a bitch for doing this to him, but she can´t…who knows what her dad might do if he finds out she knows or worse if he finds out that someone else knows.

"Um… Nothing I…I just… saw your car and came to say hi" He replies. "But… It seems like you´re leaving…don´t you?

She nods and there it is…happiness…relief… what´s going on? Is he jealous or something?

"Well um… I guess I´ll see you later them"

"See ya" I guess.

Allison gets out of the house, as soon as she is in the porch an uneven feeling fills her, as if she´s been watched, she better gets out of here. She reaches her car and drives away, she´s not sure what´s going on but she has no time, she needs to be at home and make sure her dad falls asleep.

….

"Stiles!" Scott says when he finishes climbing up the stairs.

"Oh Hey!" He says forcing a grin, he knew Scott wouldn´t do anything to Allison, he´s not crazy he cares about her, maybe those guys did something to piss him up and that´s why he killed them.

"Are you ok?" Scott asks frowning.

"Yeah… I´m cool… actually I´m feeling awesome! Actually I was thinking why don´t we…"

"Oh no! I´m not going to Derek´s" Scott says, fear leaps through his eyes.

"Hey! Why not? We always have a good time with them" Stiles lies.

"Really?" Scott asks setting his jaw.

Stiles nods, god please don´t let him shift here.

"Stiles…."Scott stars, the fear in his eyes is intensifying, being replaced for something deeper, harder as if he´s about to have a panic attack "I… can´t remember.." Oh this is too much, it breaks his heart to see Scott like this, so broken, so vulnerable like when his dad…wait….that´s it, he knows how to bring Scott back, he knows it.

"I´m done with it" Says Erica showing up from Scott´s back, did she just came in through the window?

"Wait" Stiles tries to stop her, but her hands are already clasping Scott´s mouth, a rush of air pass by Stiles and Vernon is now helping her drag Scott´s downstairs while he whirls trying to break free, Stiles has seen this before, it won´t take long for him to shift, why they have to be so rude? It will be their fault if he ends up killing someone tonight.

They get in the car still holding him tight to not let him escape, the car is already set when Stiles gets in the copilot seat, he just hopes none of their neighbors saw him with them, or else it will be hell when they get back home.

"Why you guys couldn´t let me talk to him? How can you complain about him being a monster when all of you are even worse than him?" He shouts while Derek drives a high speed zigzagging through the streets, the town flashing next to him in long lines of colors and lights.

"Just shut up! We wouldn´t have to come here if it wasn´t for you!" Erica reproaches.

"Right because I was the one who bit…" He stops his replies when Derek shots a glare at him.

Stiles´ eyes dip from Derek´s stark face to the review mirror where amber eyes stare at him, with fear, and anger, and disappoint, this is killing him, see Scott every day like this, hating him, turning in a monster trying to kill them, is taking all Stiles´ strength, wake up every day and see Scott smile at him because he can´t remember that his best friend is a traitor, that have been betraying him every day for the past week, taking him with the people that turned him in a monster, that torture him daily with the hope they can use him in whatever plans they have for him, it is just too much, Stiles´ hates himself right now for all the pain Scott has to came through, but what other they have?

Leans his head to the window, the sun is setting and they soon will be in the forest, and the nightmare will start all over. Derek takes the dusty path that leads to the lake, the car hits a bump in the road and everybody jumps, Stiles hits his crown with the roof, scowling in pain touch his head, Derek lets out a short and low noise and the outline of his lips slightly squirms up, guess who´s in good mood again, jackass, then they hear a moan, and Stiles glances at the back seat Erica is bleeding, her eyes bloodshot, a further close up let see how Scott bit her hand, though it is already healing something her eyes says it's better to take Scott away from her as soon as possible.

"You little piece of shit" She shrieks, punching Scott with her free hand.

A disturbing bone-crunching sound makes Stiles quiver as Scott falls back on his seat and jolting in the recoil, his eyes are flashing red, this isn´t good.

"Enough! Don´t make me stop the car because you´re gonna regret it!" Derek threatens.

Don´t snort, don´t snort, oh crap!

Stiles snorts, and Derek glares at him, Erica lets out another moan and Derek stops the car, the backseat doors are kicked open and the girl comes out holding her left arm and grimacing.

"You son of the b…" But she can´t end her cliché phrase because of a big snarl.

Scott falls out from the car whirling and grimacing, the pain takes over him, all the his vein popping up in his face and neck until his body starts enlarging and being covered by dark fur, his clothes shredding, hi phone pops out of one of his tore jeans pockets and Stile´ grab it, Derek comes out of the car, and tries to hold him but Scott breaks free, almost crawling to stay away from them, until he´s transformation is done and vanishes in the darkness.

….

When she opens the front door her dad is awaiting in the dining room, his face blank, inscrutable, but there is something in his eyes.

"Dad" She says faking a smile.

"Hey honey" He says smiling too, but his eyes aren´t at all. "Sit" He orders handing her a plate with two sandwiches. "Hanged out today?" He asks arching a brow, there is something in his voice that makes her shiver.

"Yeah… Lydia and I went to the mall to pick up dresses for Sadie Hawking´s dance" She says casually and taking a bite of her sandwich, it has ham, lettuce and tomatoes with just a hint of mayo, it is delicious.

"Oh you´re planning on going?" He says with this condescending tone that is starting to get annoying, he knows, he she knows that he knows that she knows, fuck! The way he looks at her.

"Yeah… I don´t know… couldn´t find a dress for me"

"But you´re planning on going anyway" He assures.

"I don´t know dad…what is this all about?" Go ahead shoot, tell me the truth, tell you have been lying to me all this years!

"Allison, you have been out of home lately… we don´t see each other much" He takes a bite, seriously they were the best friends, how they ended up like this?

"You have a lot of work to do lately" She points out maybe a little too harsh.

"I know, it´s my fault… I´ll make it up to you"

I don´t see how.

"I just need to know something"

Here it comes, shit!

"Are you dating someone?" He asks with some resentment on his voice.

"Dad!" She blurts out, shocked and…relieved.

"I think I was pretty clear about…" He starts.

"Dad I…" She starts but he cuts her off.

"I know what I have said, and I just wanted to apologize and can´t…pretend I love the idea but it is also truth that you´re in age where some biological…"

"Dad!" She cries, terrified she would almost rather the apartment conversation than this, her cheeks are burning and she can´t see him at his face, this is so embarrassing.

She stands.

"Allison I just want to know that you guys are taking the deal with responsibility and are being careful"

This is too much.

"Dad! I´m not having sex… oh for Christ sake!"

"You will... someday… and I"

Allison can´t take it anymore, she runs upstairs, shutting the door behind her.

"Allison! I´ll in my room if you need to talk! You can tell me anything, I won´t judge you!" She hears him say from the other side of her door, she fells humiliated, her dad most have seen her hanging out with Scott somewhere, fuck she needs to get rid of all the videos before her dad decides to marry them next week, she sits in her bed and looks at her left, the shoe box in is in her bed before the window facing the night sky, soon her experiment will be done, will it work? What if it doesn´t? Or worse… what if it does? Anyway there are still a couple of hours left before she finds out the truth, her dad must be taking a shower right now so he will be happily snoring in half an hour, so it means it´s time for her to play the security guard.

….

When she gets home all the lights are out and is pitch black inside, she turns then on and looks around almost waiting to find a surprise party or something.

"Scott?" She calls out, but her son doesn´t reply.

She climbs up the stairs, turning on more lights in her wake, his room is empty, seriously Scott? Geez she hasn´t see him much lately… actually… she hasn´t see him the whole week, they hadn´t have dinner together since…. Thanksgiving. Oh god! She the worst mother in the world, where the hell is Scott? She takes her phone and dials.

"Scott where are you?" She says sharply when the call is answered.

"Hey Mrs. M" Stiles voice says casually.

"Stiles where is Scott, and why you are always picking up his calls?" She says with a hint of anger in her voice.

"Um… I´m sorry we…we´re with Jackson, we….Scott has been feeling bad for losing the past game and all that and it´s Saturday so we thought that he could practice and little with the guys" He explains but there is something in his voice, she can´t tell what.

"Are you sure nothing is going on?" She asks with her good officer tone.

"Yes Ma´am" He assures, "He´s just with the guys and I… picked the call so you won´t get worried"

"Thank you honey, I´m sorry I´m just a little tired, I think I need some rest"

"Good night" He says.

"Good night, and come back before midnight or you guys are going to regret it" She says cutting off the call.

Ok the whole conspiracy theory is driving her insane, she just need so time, to rest, clear up her thoughts. She throws the folders over the table and takes a half-eaten hamburger from the fridge, puts it on the microwave and sets a minute in the display, when it is done she sits and takes a bite, it is juicy and salty oh Simon would have loved to taste it, but Stiles would ground him or something, a smirk surges in her lips while she chews, those two. After dinner she takes off her clothes and comes into the bathroom, fills in the tube with fresh hot water to fight back the cold air, add some bath salts and lights some scented candles. When the tip of her toe touches the water, a pleasant warmness climbs up to hear spreading all around her body as she slightly gets in the water and closes her eyes, this is exactly what she needed.

Her thoughts drift away, and now she is an beautiful sunny meadow, feeling the rays burning her skin, it is so peaceful that it is impossible now to think about Patrick, the first guy in dying in that underground teenager´s party, or Carlson the boy who died in Halloween, who was a Lacrosse team´s captain, he spent half of his time in detention at school but they let him play anyway because… wait a second…. She knows who is Carlson Mickens, he was a punk who gave everybody problems, people knew him because used to harass team players, fright them days before the games so they could easily win, and Patrick she saw him one or twice, at the commissary, always because of drugs, isn´t that weird… two boys who were young delinquents both same age, same school, ended up dead, killed by the same creature, something is not right… Melissa stands and gets out of the bathroom, rushes in a second and dashes to the kitchen to pick up her keys.

….

The only shapes Stiles can see are the one of the gnarled branches of the trees against the dim glow of the moon, damn why Erica had to be such a bitch, now Scott is missing and probably trying to find a new victim who might be any of them, luckily he has the trick of going wherever he wants, so he steps ahead and… Derek puts a hand on his chest.

"Stop" He says in low voice.

"What? Why?" Stiles complains, it is the easiest way to find Scott.

"I told you… it is risky, that night we didn´t have a choice but today is different we´re not holding Scott, we´re looking for him"

"That´s why…" Stiles starts.

"I told you, your legs take you wherever you want to be in the forest, don´t push it or you will faint he will find you and kill you, and there isn't nothing I will be able to do about it" He says sharply, the way he says it makes Stiles quiver as if was a fact that Stiles would die.

"Hey, what´s going on?" Says Isaac showing up next to them.

"Oh you know, Scott escaped and is probably going to kill one of us, a normal Saturday night" Stiles replies with sarcasm.

"I told you to get rid of him, we need to be ready before they come for us, we still need two more wolves!" Erica says furious at Derek.

"Geez why she has to be such a bitch all the time?" Stiles says with anger.

"I heard you" She shrills and Stiles is afraid of looking at her.

"Don´t be so hard with her, she spent most part of her life in a nest, she´s more wolf than human" Isaac whispers.

"What happened to her?" Stiles asks while they follow Derek´s nose deep into the woods.

"All her pack died…they were murdered" Isaac replies with sadness.

"By who? What happened exactly?" Stiles frowns, looking back at the girl, a pang of pity hits him though he still is mad at her for wanting to kill Scott.

"There is being a gathering, a pack told hers to join them, they refused so they killed them all, she was the only survivor, she spent months hiding in South Dakota, until she met Vernon, when they knew each other almost killed themselves, both thought the other was an enemy, as her Vernon is the only survivor, they took care of each other since then until they found us"

"So that´s why they act like an old marriage?" Stiles asks taking care of keep his voice low.

"Sort of… they´re mated actually" Isaac snorts.

"Mated?" It´s sounds even more committed than marriage.

"It´s like…" Isaac tires to say.

"I know but all you are too young don´t you?"

Isaac chuckles, "It is a common thing among wolves, actually Derek is twenty two and hadn´t yet, for wolves it is a shameful thing almost offensive"

Ha! He´s like everybody's single aunt.

"So… those guys who killed their friends… killed your family too?" Stiles asks fearing the answer.

Isaac nods.

"And they are coming here?" Stiles says and the fear ties a knot in his stomach.

"If they get here and we´re not ready…. I…"

Now Stiles understands why they are so edge, they need to be ready to fight, and need more werewolves if they want to get their vengeance, but they can´t get in a town and bit whoever they want, change their life and make them do whatever they want, that´s crazy.

"I don´t get it, why Erica and Vernon don´t make their own wolves while we sort out what to do with Scott?"

"They can´t, only a pack leader can make a more wolves… it is called alpha, if they bit someone the person will just die" Isaac cranes his neck keeping his nose high, as if he´s trying to catch a faint perfume in the air.

"They? So you can?" Stiles frowns. "I thought you said only…" Isaac cuts him off.

"Derek bit me… he´s different, when he bites someone he not just makes a werewolf but a shifter, able to turn others, spread…"

"Like a virus" Stiles finishes the sentence his voice trailing off as his eyes widens.

"That´s why we need to stop Scott" The tender werewolf finishes with a smirk.

"Because Derek will be Grandma Wolf" Stiles says finally getting everything.

"What did you just said?" Derek grunts craning his neck toward him, his eyes blazing like blue fire.

"Um… Nothing just that we need to stop Scott, before he makes more werewolves" Stiles says embarrassed and frightened.

"That´s what I thought" Derek grumbles again dipping his eyes back on the road.

"Wait a second…" Stiles says realizing.

"Are you going to bit me?" He asks, now it all makes sense, suddenly he feels like he´s going to throw up, bile climbing up to the back of his throat accompanied by a thick lump, chocking him, his mind turns numb, he knows their secret he knows how it works, the pieces start to fit together.

"You?" Derek says stopping short suddenly

Stiles almost bumps into him, the wolf glances at him from top to bottom.

"I won´t bit you, I´ll probably get rabies or something" Derek sneers with an odious mock on his face before turning back on his search.

"Yeah? Well at least I don´t have fleas" Stiles shots back angrily, who the hell this guy think he is? Stiles would be a great wolf, probably a badass werewolf, he would be faster than Isaac and stronger than Scott, maybe that´s why Derek doesn´t want to turn him, he´s afraid of how cool he could get to be, but, why he´s angry anyway? He doesn´t want to be a werewolf in the first place.

"What did you just said?" Derek growls turning back to him.

"Geez, can you just stop? You are acting like whelps, I´m sick of it, I better get out of here, it´s so disgusting and his dulling my nose I can´t be near him" Erica says rolling her eyes and taking the lead before fully disappearing in the darkness, Vernon darting toward her, passing by Stiles apologizing with his eyes, but there is an small and barely perceptible grimace in his face.

"Oh wait…I stink?" Stiles says closing his sweater in embarrassment, ahead he hears a chuckle, and suddenly Stiles wish he could have laser eyes.

"Actually you don´t" Isaac says next to him, and there is the grimace, how´s that he hadn't notice before?

"What do you mean?" Stiles asks frowning, "I bathed today"

Isaac laughs "It´s not that monkey, it´s just that, you have a peculiar smell that never goes"

So basically he needs to change the brand of soap.

"See below the mixture of smells humans has, like shampoo, cigarettes, deodorant or even colognes, is something else"

"So…" Stiles says without getting anything.

"It´s like your essence… like what you´re made of… umm… your soul!" Says relieved to find a proper word.

"So… my soul reeks?" This is so embarrassing.

"It´s not that, actually is quite opposite" Isaac explains and something flashes his eyes. "You smell is like a train crash" Explains.

"A train crash?" Stiles frowns.

"Yeah two opposite forces…. God! Umm what about…" Isaac seems like having a hard time. "See… your smell to apples and spice, like autumn, you smell to wilted leaves and old books, pumpkins and candies, to rainy days and cold air, but at the same time like meadows and musty creeks, like joy and happiness your scent is beautiful and painful, and there is this craving, this need…that makes everybody want to... I um... Look you smell like life and death at the same time and it is disturbing and intoxicating, it is…a bittersweet scent"

"Fuck" Stiles says dazed.

"It draws people to you and make them want to flee at the same time, even humans notices it, that´s why few people hang out with you at school"

"So… you guys" Stiles says a little overwhelmed.

"We want to stay away from you as far as possible, because you´re chaos monkey, you´re gonna get us all killed"

"What? That doesn´t make any sense, Derek was the idiot who bit Scott and is drawing the people who killed your families here, this is his fault not mine!" He fires back, this is so unfair, who the hell this wolves think they are?

"I know, but you and Allison, you both just makes us feel like something really bad is about to happen, that´s why you have to help us bring back Scott from the unconsciousness he gets when he shifts and then… get the hell out of lives" Isaac says and now there is a tone of hate in his voice, he can´t believe it, they actually hate him just because the way he smell, and they´re blaming him for things he didn´t do and others that they don´t even know if are going to happen, they are so…

"Allison?" Stiles repeats puzzled. "What the hell Allison has to do with it?"

"The scent monkey… you both smell exact the same" Isaac says listless.

Stiles hears a high pitched moan just ahead of them, and darts toward it, in the middle of a clearing finds wolf-Scott surrounded by Erica, Vernon and Derek, they are all wounded, their claws and fangs outstretched, actually there is hair in Vernon´s and Erica´s faces as if they are fighting to not shift like Scott… Gross a bearded woman, and he´s the disturbing freakshow? Really?

It isn´t until Scott eyes and his meet that he reminds he is still carrying the fireworks bag, something happen he´s not sure what, but the red bulbs in Wolf-Scott´s face seem to shine harder when they see Stiles, probably recalling that he´s stuck in that shape and surrounded by those morons again because of him, so his best friend launches forward, its eyes fixed on Stiles, Isaac steps ahead stopping before them but Stiles pushes him aside and takes a firecracker and a small lighter from the bag, Scott approaches closer on his all fours and Stiles turns the spark wheel, there is a glint against the darkness and he lights the cracker, it instantly lights up with a purplish flame, the heat spreading in Stiles frozen fingers, he stares at Scott defiantly and throws the firework toward the him, It explodes in a loud thud that make Stiles´ ears buzz, he wonders what it would do to supernatural ears, he grimaces and hears a whimper a high one, opens his eyes and Scott flinches back, falling on the ground. Stiles throws another.

"What the hell are you doing? Stop that" Vernon shrieks, Stiles doesn´t need to look at them at their faces to know the truth, they´re scared as shit, he´s tempted to burst in laughs.

The beast rolls on its back, it´s eyes sweep from Stiles to his hand holding another cracker, the terror is almost palpable, Stiles throws it, and it scoots, wails filling the air, it is almost fun, but Stiles can´t let him go away.

"Scott!" He shouts, passing by the astonished werewolves about to have a heart attack, following the dull gleam of the moon bouncing in the furred back of his best friend.

Wolf-Scott stumbles in steep ground and falls down again rolling all over until a tree hits his back and stops him, Stiles slowly slides down, to not fall and scare it-him, his paces puts Scott on alert and he stands but then crouches it´s back against the tree, the bounce of the moonlight against its fur stirring, Scott´s is so scare he´s shaking, it´s-his breathing out of control, oh god! Stiles wishes he could record it but he isn´t that cruel. He reaches closer and his friend shudders, he reaches a hand slowly, aware that this might be his last seconds alive if he´s not careful, finally his hand touches Scott´s head, the hair is soft and bulgy, and so warm to the touch, almost hot it actually sweeps from his hand to his whole body and suddenly Stiles can´t feel the cold air anymore. Scott slightly pulls his muzzle up, and Stiles friendly scratches him behind his ear, the rise and fall of his breathing steadying.

"How did you do that?" Derek says startled appearing behind him, while Stiles pets Scott, now he knows from where comes that the dog is the man´s best friend quote.

"I was shopping some stuffs today, and then I reminded that most of the dogs are…"

Derek hauls him from the collar of his shirt and shoves him against a tree knocking the air out of his lungs and blurring his vision.

"Call us dogs one more time and I swear I´ll tear your throat"

A snarl is heard, clutching his chest Stiles manages to look behind Derek´s broad shoulders, Scott is standing.

"Shut… up…. You´re scaring him" Stiles says breathless.

"It´s ok… it´s ok…" says to Scott shoving his hand in his pocket while Derek let go his grasp.

"What´s going on?" Vernon´s voice says suddenly.

"He did it" Isaac replies proudly, but Stiles doesn´t pay attention to the newcomers he´s taking his phone looking for certain song, while with his other outstretched arm tries to settled down Scott.

"Who is a good boy? You´re a good boy" Says with funny voice.

"You have to be kidding me" Derek mumbles.

Scott stays still, bowing his head before Stiles to let him pet him, he finds the song and plays it, it begins and then he feels everybody's eyes on him.

"What are you doing?" Isaac says puzzled.

"Scott is a victim of abuse, his mom and him actually" Explains with self-hated for share that with them, but is the only way they will understand. "Before he´s dad left, there was a week he started to blackout, when he woke up had some lapses, he didn´t recalled anything of what happened, his mom looked for help, he went to a doctor a psychologist, he told her that his mind was blocking on purpose the painful memories"

"So he kills shitty people just because he actually want´s to kill his dad?" Vernon says getting the idea.

"What do you mean?" Stiles frowns.

"We told you, he had a fight with the last guy he killed a day after, they were trying to make him fight with them, but his girl stood for him" Erica explains chuckling, it is weird hear her laugh, it´s nice and beautiful, now he knows what Vernon saw in her.

"Yeah, his mom and I spent a lot of time with him those days, afraid that he might get worse, we did good things and his favorite things to make him feel comfortable, and then I had this idea maybe his favorite song could…"

Stiles stops short and his phone slips from his hands and he gaps, Scott, his best friend, the big bad wolf who has been scaring the shit out of the town and murdering people, hadn't shift back but has been listening and understanding everything they just said, he knows it because the round gleaming red eyes are staring straight at him with tears sliding down its face, Stiles snivels, it breaks his heart to watch Scott like this.

….

It took her a more than half-hour to get out of the house, her dad didn´t fall asleep easy, but now she is finally in her dad secret cave, or does she should pick a better name? Anyway, she knows exactly what she is looking for, Carlson, she needs to find the video of the day he died, but there is problem how to know where they found the body?

She stares at the computer screen, there are hundreds of files inside the forest´s folders, of course there is a time filter, so she will only look at the Halloween's tapes, but still there is a lot, she knows it wasn´t far from the town, near Maple Street, but how to know which of the cameras is near? All the forest looks the same to her, this is frustrating, she needs to a better idea, maybe from the angle in the cameras she can see a porting of the time and see where exactly it is.

She stands and looks around the displays fastened to the walls, the forest ones are in the far corner at her left, long line of big screens, showing almost nothing, this is stupid, she won´t find anything she has to comeback in the day when she at least can see the forest and not the infrared vision, she´s about to give up when…. Red bodies… in the screen that almost touches the floor, she squats to get a better view of it, there are four red blazing-like human shapes, another yellow with streaks of green and purple with some red lines, and…. There is another on the ground…stirring an animal shape… a monstrous red shape, that is… shrinking… changing the lines in its body as it if were muting… Oh my god! Allison covers her mouth with her hand, she can feel her heart beat in the tip of her fingers, the shape stands and is not a monster anymore…it is… a man.

No it can´t be, this is not real…. Allison is so dazed that the world spins around her, yet she managed to turn off the lights and leave everything the way she found it before leaving, she can´t even remember when she got in her car, or how she could have get home, her hands are shaking, her mouth dry, and the imagine of the crimson figure is attached to her eyes, printed in her eyelids, she can´t stop seeing it, her dad is really something, the book is real, everything is real, there is a person in the town who is murdering people, and can shape-shift into a monstrous creature, thirst of blood and death, the world is a lie, her life is, why is she running in circles? She feels like so, darkness all around her, shadows, of the stair case, the lamps, they are suddenly scary, her dad´s weapons, her mouth trembles, she reaches her eyes with her shaking hands to find out she soaked wet, with tears and cold sweat, she´s shocked and terrified and wants to get the hell out of the town, her dad… he doesn´t know the creature is right there, right now, he´s asleep she could only wake him up and tell him, no she can´t, if she tells him and he goes out there and something happens to him, calm down Allison…calm down…calm…her breath is hitching and her head throbbing, she needs to find get to her bed before she blackouts in the hall way. She opens her door and light hits her eyes giving her a headache, she squints and turns the switch on? The light just intensifies so she clicks it down and it fades down a little, what the? Next to her bed, in the desk before the window are the smoldered remains of what should have been her shoe box, and there before the windowsill is her earring giving off an intense silver light that seems reflected from the moonlight, so…. that´s it the first halo.

….

She is not sure why she´s even here, but they must know something, maybe Patrick and Carlson were friends, and they were into something dangerous and that´s why they both ended the exact same way, and the only way for her to find out is with Carlson friends, so she´s happy to see that the fast-food restaurant where Mike Morris works is still open, where almost.

"I´m sorry ma´am but were closing" Mike says

"I didn´t came to get a hamburger I actually came to talk to you" She explains and notices how the boy suddenly stiffens.

"Look I told you guys everything I know I can´t do nothing else" He says with a shaky voice, preparing to closing to the door in Mellissa´s face but she holds it before he can.

"It will be just a couple of questions that´s all, I know you´re scared for what happened to your friend, but you need to help me to help you all to stay safe"

"I just don´t even know why he came into the woods in the first place" The boy whimpers, brushing his hands in his apron absently.

"You were with him that night?" She asks.

"At the beginning, we just see a couple of hours after the game, he was angry because we lost and wanted to beat the crap out of that guy, but he was having a party in his house and we told him we should go, but he was stubborn I had to take my sister to ask trick-or-treat or my parents killed me, so we left him, he staid awaiting outside this guy´s house I don´t know how ended in the woods and have nothing to do with the dog I swear" The boy cries.

"Hey, easy buddy, I never said you did something" Mellissa assures him, poor boy.

"Whose boy was this? The one was mad at?"

He bows his face in embarrassment.

"We used to scared the shit off the teams captains before a game, so we could improve our wining chances and everybody said this guy was awesome, so we looked him to scare him off a little but his girlfriend made a fool of Carlson in the mall, and after we lost the game he felt more humiliated"

"The captain?" Melissa frowns, but the captain of the Beacon´s wolves.

"I think his name is Scott or something like it" Mike says and then manages to snatch the door from her grasp and close it in her stunned face.