Red all I see is red, all around me, on everything. A scream, blood curling, hair raising scream fills the air, bodies shoving, fight, bodies on the ground on onto of the other ripping them apart. I scream, people scream, the sounds swirling together as a pair of red eyes turns stalking close to me through the trees.

Things spin and shift, darkness all around, heat flaring up my back, my sides, people banging on doors and windows, screaming, pleading. Smoke fills the air, fills my lungs, can't breath, can't breathe, fire swarms around them swallowing them-

The blaring sound of my alarm clock wakes me from my dream. I bolt upright gasping, a cold sweat sliding down my face as chilly air greets me. A sigh leaves my lips, eyes close, before I swipe the perspiration from my fore head trying to righten my breathing. My dream flashes through my mind confusing me on where the hell it came from before I stand sluggishly walking towards my bedroom door.

Everything in my body screamed for sleep, obviously not being use to the school life schedule yet with three months of staying up and sleeping in. Last night's events didn't quiet help either considering how late it was when we stumbled through the front door. It had taken us two hours to get home last night, and even once we did Scott and I could barely sleep. We were both shivering and soaked plus we had to clean up Scott's wound and patch it up.

Stiles had constantly called last night until I picked up badgering me with questions and when I finally got him to go to bed, sleep never came for me. My mind spinning and thoughts racing to much for the precious sleep my body craved so I had laid there most of the night before finally sleeping only to have night mares about that thing and Scott.

Worry hits me and I almost sprint across the hall to check on my brother before reaching his door to find him fast asleep in bed. I sigh in relief walking over to him and gently shaking him. He groans swatting at me mumbling something before I roll my eyes stalking over to his window and jerking the curtain wide. A loud groan escapes him as he rolls over throwing a pillow over his head only for me to smack him.

"Get up you lazy bum." I snap irritably shaking him as he sighs and sits up, hair sticking out at odd angels before nodding.

"I'm up, I'm up."

Smirking at him I ruffle his hair, returning to my room and hearing my phone go seeing a text from Stiles about seeing us at school and wanting all the details. Rolling my eyes with a small smile about the boys excitement over his best friend being bitten I throw the phone onto my bed. The sun streams in rays through my curtains and I quickly begin getting ready for the first day of sophomore year.

Once dressed I quickly dart into the bathroom trying to slap on my makeup and tame my snarling dark brown curls. After brushing my hair and scurrying around my room to collect my things I stumble down the steps, out of breath and heart pounding. My brother looks up from the table jamming a waffle in his mouth before grabbing his bag.

"What took you so long?" he mumbles through his mouth full as I give him an exasperated look.

"You think this happens in five seconds?" I retort making him roll his eyes. "Not everyone call roll out of bed and be ready like you Scotty."

"Your such a girl sometimes."

"I'll take that as a compliment since I am a girl, now shut up and come on." I sigh grabbing a cereal bar from the cabinet before fallowing Scott out the door.

000

Pulling into the school parking lot my brother parks his bike allowing me to jump off and onto the side walk as he un buckles his helmet. I stand eyes scanning the crowd of students pilling through, some new, some familiar, and others I've known my whole like. A few friends stand out here and there, but when a silver Porsche pulls into the lot cuts my view of the school.

Jackson Whitmore, aka school dickhead but a friend (sort of) of mine because of his girlfriend being my best friend. He cuts his engine and stands up from his car while he hits my brother with the door to his shiny Porsche making Scott wince in pain from his bite.

"Dude watch the paint job." Jackson sneers in disgust.

A disgusted noise climbs up my throat as I step up to them fake smile plastered on my face arm swinging out as I give him a fake side hug, while intentionally slamming my messenger bag against the front of his silver Porsche, "Jackson how are you!"

He glances at me eyes narrow and I raise my brows in return, "I see daddy bought you a new car," Another hit to the driver side door as I turn sharply to look back at him. "It's very pretty."

I cross my arms as he goes to speak but his mouth snaps closed when a close friend Danny calls at him from the distance. His gray-green eyes narrow on me while muttering, "Yeah well just make sure your brother watches where he's going next time, I don't need dorks screwing with my car."

A spark of anger bubbles in my chest as my fist clenches but when I lunge after him Scott grabs me, then drags me back with a quick, "Not worth it."

I huff tugging from his grasp and glare at Jackson's retreating form. Scott shakes his head hoisting his bag onto his shoulders with a sigh. His mocha orbs look from me to the direction Jackson left as I sulk grumbling out, "I don't know why I'm still friends with that guy."

"Please you hate the guy." Scott snorts.

"I do not hate him." I reply sliding my coat on my arm. "I just said if he was on fire and I had water, I'd drink it instead."

My brother laughs and shakes his head me fallowing him while my eyes manage to find Stiles by the front doors, posture relaxed and bag over one shoulder.

A small smirk appears on my lips as he tries to act cool leaning against the stair railing but fails, immediately sliding and dropping his bag. I laugh as he looks around to see if anyone notice before giving what I guess is suppose to be sly nods that only make him look like a dork to a few girls.

Stiles smiles as he sees us, expression anxious which is no surprise considering the Stilinski boys version of excitement these days. We stop in front of him Stiles bouncing on his tippy toes saying, "Okay let's see this thing!"

I scowl at him as Scott lifts his shirt showing the gauze pads I tapped to him last night with blood still soaking the bandage. Stiles makes a pained sound fingers reaching to touch it when I smack his hand away Scott flinching.

"Don't touch it," I scold glaring at the taller boy as he whines gripping his hand.

"Ow," He complains jerking his hand to his torso protectively. "Sorry geez."

"He's still sore dumbass." I snap back ignoring the questioning glance of our peers as I lower my voice.

"Oh, Sorry" Stiles mutters and then bounces slightly his brows up to his hair line, "So what do you think it was?"

"Well it was to dark to see but I think it was a wolf."

"A wolf bit you?" Stiles laughs and shakes his head. "No not a chance."

"How do you know what bit him?" I challenge turning to glare at him. "You have powers of telepathy we didn't know about cause you weren't even there."

"Your hilarious but no I know because California doesn't have wolves, and stop giving me that look Lex," he says scowling. "I mean, come on there hasn't been one spotted for like sixty years."

I roll my eyes shrugging and meet his gaze snapping, "I know what we saw Stiles, the thing nearly ate my face off, so no matter how unbelievable, I'm telling you it was a damn wolf."

He eyes widen momentarily scanning me over before he sighs shaking his head. Scott rolls his eyes at our friend and looks around to make sure no one was paying attention, but that was the perks of being at the bottom of the food chain, no one noticed you.

"Well if you don't believe us about the wolf you won't believe me when I tell you Lexi found the body last night." Scott says softly leaning toward Stiles so he could hear better.

Stiles eyes grow round with a very disturbing excitement, a grin stretching as he jumps in place hands latching on my shoulders. "Wh- Are you kidding me?"

"I wish," I grumble, shivering as I remember the girls cloudy eyes and my breakfast churns in my stomach. "I'm gonna have night mares for months."

Stiles shakes his head a throaty laugh escaping as he bounces in excitement. "Oh man the is freaking awesome. This is gonna be the best thing that's ever happened to this town since-" Stiles face drops caramel eyes finding something behind me and his hands slide from my shoulder posture straightening.

"Since the birth of lydia martin." he finishes as Lydia passes us.

My eyes find the strawberry blonde I've known nearly as long as I have Stiles as she breezes past us clique in tow. She gives me a smile and wave which I return fighting off the bitter clench in my stomach I feel every time I see the googly eyes Stiles wastes on her.

Stiles gives a sly nod in her direction greeting her," Hey Lydia you look-like your gonna ignore me."

The disappointment on his face makes me roll my eyes grumbling out, "Stiles give it up man."

Stiles glares at me with a slightly hurt look before shaking his head pointing a slim finger at us snapping, "You two are the cause of this you know."

Scott snorts nodding sympathetically, "Uh huh."

"You are. I'm a nerd by association, I'm scarlet nerded by you two." Stiles accuses.

"Right." I snap sarcastically only to look behind me as Lydia's voice calls out, "Lexi come with me!"

Stiles glowers immediately making my mood brighten just a tad and I send a wink at him backing towards the door. "Later nerds."

Darting forward I catch up with Lydia, the Martin girl grinning at me as I stop at her side. Her green eyes scan my outfit an approving smile on her shimmering lips as she flips her strawberry blonde curls over her shoulder while commenting. "Cute jacket."

I sigh smoothing down the jacket I got from the mall last week while ignoring the chirpping voices of Lydia's clique behind me. "Thanks, I like your shoes,"

"Thank you." she says with a white toothed smile.

"How was your summer?"

She giggles manicured nails combing through her hair and wiggles her red brows, "Oh you know shopping, parties-

"And late night booty calls from the boyfriend." I finish and her lip gloss coated lips spread into a grin.

"Possibly." she says with her head high and proud but her eyes amused as she holds up a small golden key.

My brows raise a smirk spreading as I shake my head asking, "He actually gave you a key?"

She frowns at me shaking her head while sighing, "You make it sound bad."

"No no, I'm just surprised is all, Jackson's never gotten that serious with anybody."

Lydia smiles at this a new confidence surrounding her as she flips her hair asking, "Anyways are you coming to the try outs today?"

"Oh Yeah, I promised Scott and Stiles I'd come." I answer as we walk past my first block with .

"Who?" Lydia asks

I roll my eyes with a sigh before adding ,"My brother and best friend... you've known them since like kindergarten, ring any bells?"

She looks thoughtfully into the air for a moment that dumb charade still on her face and gives a shrug heading down the hall to her class calling, "See you at try outs!"

Rolling my eyes once more I stalk into the room to find an empty seat between Scott and Stiles who sit near the back. I instantly began shuffling through my bag pulling out my note pad and pen as writes on the board grumbling, "As you all know a body was found last night."

My eyes flash toward Stiles who gives me a smirk leg bouncing excitedly as continues, "And I'm sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macobs scenarios as to what happened, but I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody."

I glance at Stiles again, his mouth hanging open in surprise gaze meeting mine as Scott glances over at us confused. They couldn't have found the person, they where in the wood searching even when Scott and I left. Then again if they had that ment the killer was in the woods and that thought terrified me even more. A trillion questions buzz through my mind as Mr. Kester continues talking so I let my body go on auto pilot pulling the syllabus from the stack of papers as he instructs his voice blocked out.

Everyone begins scanning over this year's course all just a bunch of letters to me mind still stuck in last night until I realize my brother was the only one not working before he jumps in his seat. Stiles and I both glance at him as he turns looking around wildly in his chair. Worry eats away at my insides as I lean toward him whispering his name but he doesn't seem to hear me as his eyes lock on something out side. He sits there staring out the window and when I look outside all I see is a girl on a bench with cars driving past.

I try to catch his attention again for a few minutes but all he does is turn his widened eyes toward the door before the it swings open catching every ones attention. Vice principal Thorne walces in, a pretty brunette girl standing timidly at his side as she shyly tucks a strand of dark curly hair behind her ear.

"Class this is our new student Allison Argent, I hope all of you will do your best to ,make her feel welcomed." he annoucnes stepping back to let her timidly slide past him to the teachers desk.

My eyes glance over seeing Scott watching the new girl with smitten eyes and a smirk spreads across my lips worrying forgotten as the girl turns meeting his puppy dog eyes and gives a timid smile. He notices me watching him though because he glances at me cheeks heating before he looks down rummaging through his bag. With a shake of my head I smirk down at my page as Allison comes gliding down Scotts row of seats taking the only open chair directly behind him and right beside me. She gives a timid smile when I glance her way that I simply grin at with a wave before glancing down at my paper.

I notice her frowning down at the paper though biting her lip and before I can even ask if she needed to borrow something to write with my brother spins in his chair holding out a pen. A grateful smile spreads across the girl's face as she reaches for it with a bright, "Thanks."

Scott turns around proud smirk on his face and I have to bite back a gigle with a shake of my head. The Argent girl seems confused for a moment though because she looks from the pen to my brother as if he knew something he shouldn't before shaking her head and continuing the lesson handling the pen as if it were made of glass. And suddenly I'm watching the two of them and thanking god because my brother actually has game.

000

Once class was over every one gathered their stuff before Scott and Stiles said quick goodbye's heading for their second block. I waved to them gathering up my bag and heading out to the hall only to stop when I see the familiar figure. The Argent girl stands there, paper in hand as she frowns down at her schedule a confused look on her face as she glances around. A sigh escapes as I frown before asking, "Need some help?"

She jumps dropping her bag in the process and after muttering a few choice words begins scooping up her things. I smile sympathetically bending down and helping her gather her things offering a friendly smile. "Sorry didn't mean to scare you."

She smiles shaking her head and tucks her things inside her purse as I hand them to her. "Thanks, and it's fine just got distracted."

We both stand as I nod," Understandable the school is bigger than it looks."

She nods gesturing to her Schedule with a lost look," I know, I tried using the map the lady from the office gave me but-"

"The thing is more confusing than a maze." I finish making her laugh.

"Exactly."

I smile glancing at her classes before nodding. " I can be your tour guide today if you'd like."

Allison gives a grateful smile but shakes her head with a defiant look in her brown eyes something that made me both amused and fill with pride for the girl. "I think I got it, thank you though."

I shrug giving a small grin, "No problem, I'm Alexis by the way." I say holding a hand out for her to shake. "But everyone calls me Lexi."

She smiles giving my hand a quick shake offering a quick, "Allison."

Nodding I look up as last bell rings and the Argent girl considerably pales even more, which seemed impossible from her ivory complexion. Smiling sympathetically I glance down at her schedule asking, "Mrs. Greyer for algebra, right?"

She sighs nodding and I smile waving for her to fallow, "I have her next too, come on I'll show you a detour, trust me you'll want to use it unless you wanna push your way through a senior packed hallway. Besides that old hag doesn't accept tardiness."

Allison laughs fallowing me down the crowded hall of students and I have a feeling the Argent girl and I will get along just fine.

000

The day went by normally but I was no where near as bummed as I had been about this school year. I shared some classes with some friends, my boys and even Allison who I got paired up with in Chemistry by Harris. She manage to warm up to me after that class, allowing me to show her the best routes and guidance for getting to and from classes. We spent the entire lunch time together talking and joking about her old school in Sanfransisco compared to beacon hills. It took only of a few conversations before I (like several others) was completely taken with Allison Argent.

So after six hours of sitting through mostly boring classes and semester introductory I raced out of last block, to find Stiles and Scott waiting by the lockers. My eyes find Allison, just a few lockers down with Lydia and Jackson beside her making me shake my head as Lydia talks the argent girl smiling uncomfortably.

Glancing over to my boys I find Scott staring at Allison while Stiles and an old childhood friend Stephanie, stand beside him. Steph glares in Allison's direction as she catches Scott's gaze locked on him as her eyes burn with envy. I felt bad for her I mean she's had a crush on Scott since the third grade when he stood up to the bully a grade above us for pulling on her pigtails. The poor girl's had it bad since for my completely ignorant brother.

"Can some one tell me how new girl is here all but of five minutes and is already hanging with Lydia's clique?" Steph asks in bitterness as she crosses her arms.

I smirk at the bitterness on the girl's face as she glares at my oblivious brother and walk up behind them as Stiles says, "Cause she's hot. Beautiful people herd together."

A strange feeling clenches at my chest, stomach rolling with bitterness as I say, "Must be why I'm friends with all of them."

My voice is rougher than normal but no one seems to notice. All of them turn to look at me but my eyes land on Stiles as he turns his head with furrowed brows questioning. "So what does that make us?"

I smirk sliding the combination to my locker before swinging it open and taking my books from my bag and dumping them inside asking, "I don't know Stiles what does that make you?"

The Stilinski boy straightens amber eyes narrow and tries to look rugged or maybe tough. Either way he only looks like one of those little anime characters in the comics he shows me.

"Am I not attractive?" Stiles asks defensively as I cross my arms with a fake thoughtful look.

"Hmmm." I hum pursing my lips, eyes ranking up and down his frame as a feeling I don't like settles in my stomach sending my nerves haywire.

Instead of answering though I just close the locker and head for the back doors that lead to the lacrosse field. Behind me I can hear Stiles calling my name before shouting, "You didn't answer my question!"

00000

Thirty freezing minutes later after finding a seat on the bleachers the sound of boots and heels on metal greets my ears. I look up from my book to find Lydia at my left side placing what I guessed was Jackson jacket on the bleachers to sit on while Allison timidly stands to the side by the stairs.

"Is this seat taken?" she asks pointing to empty spot on my right.

Grinning at her I place the book in my bag and pat the vacant seat on my right saying, "Nope, sit sit I won't bite."

She laughs nodding and Lydia lifts her heeled boots up so Allison can squeeze by. The argent girl plops beside me, as Lydia asks, "So Lexi are you coming to the party on Friday?"

I try not to grimace as I rub my neck absently trying to wrack my brain for a reason I don't have to go. Lydia only sighs rolling her green orbs snapping, "And no excuses this year we both know you're not doing anything."

I instantly bite back a sarcastic retort before Allison gives me sympathetic smile. Sighing at my best freind perched at my left I go to speak only to have Finstock blow his whistle. And for the first time ever I want to go and hug the coach.

All of us watch the guys run out onto the field and my lips spread into a smile when I see Stiles and Scott glance over to us. I give both boys a thumbs up, Stiles grinning corkily at me while Scott nods to me before his eyes glance to Allison who gives a shy smile. Hiding a knowing smile I raise my brows at my brother who turns scarlet turning only to run into Finstock who starts shouting and shoving gear into his arms.

Allison watches him biting her lip before she realizes I caught her staring. Her cheeks heat in embarrassment as she glances back at him. Smiling I glance back at my brother only to have my heart plummet to my feet when I see him standing in the goal. My eyes widden before I bury my face in my palms mutter a quick, "Oh god."

"Who is that?" Allison asks worried and I look up peeking through one eye at my brother who looks like he's about to pass out.

"Him?" Lydia asks confused and before she can say a word to hurt Scott's chance with Allison I jump in.

"That's my brother Scott."

My new friend's eyes widen a blush rising up her cheeks as she stutters, "Y-Your brother?"

I laugh nodding with a, "Yep, wait why?"

Allison looks down muttering, "He's in our English class."

Lydia eyes brows raise as she nods in understanding eyes flashing back to Scott who is looking at us now as if he hears what we're saying and before Lydia can utter another word the whistle blows and suddenly my brother is clutching at his head. I lean forward a rock forming in my stomach as Allison goes rigid. "Is he okay?"

I don't get a chance to answer before the first ball is thrown straight into Scott's face. He flies back into the goal as I flinch and hear one of the guys haggling him in the line. My eyes narrow jaw clenching as Scott shakes his head climbing to his feet as I cheer, "Come on Scott!"

He doesn't look at me but I can see the determination in his stance. I clench my hands into my jeans watching worriedly as the next ball flies through the air only for Scott to catch it. There's a stunned silence as every one's jaw drops even Scott who looks more surprised than anybody. Stiles gives a surprised cheer head turning to look back at me but I only shake my head more confused than anyone.

Throw after throw my brother catches it earning cheers from the bleachers and even coach looks impressed. I clap cheering him on as Allison admires, "He seems good."

"Yeah, really good." Lydia adds impressed.

The stands cheer but when Jackson shoves his way to the front of the line my muscles tense. Lydia says a muttered curse under her breath glancing at me as I look at her, "If he hurts him Lydia your boy friend is gonna loose more than a lacrosse stick."

She rolls her eyes and we all wait as Jackson runs tossing the pitching through the air only to have my brother catch it. A collective gasp draws from the crowd and I spring to my feet screaming the same time Stiles does joined by Lydia and Allison.

"That's my friend!" Stiles yells

"That's my brother! Go Scotty!"

Scott smiles holding the stick in the air and tossing the ball to Coach Beller who catches it looking more confused than Finstock. The crowd cheers and when people go to exit the field I jump off the bleachers and bee line toward my brother who stumbles as I ramm into him.

"I can't believe it, oh my god I'm so proud of you!"

He chuckles wrapping me in a awkward hug with his gear still on before I step back beaming at him. A smile spreads across his boyish features before he says he's going to change while heading to the lockers.

I'm grinning like an idiot before Sitles runs over and grabbing me around the waist and pulling me against him. A squeal escapes as he spins us around and gives me a victory hug making me laugh even harder.

"He did it, oh my god did you see that?" Stiles exclaims setting me on my feet as I nod pride swelling.

"I know," I laugh and shake my head playfully pushing him toward the locker room. "Now go change you stink."

"I didn't even play!"

I smirk skipping back to the bleachers calling, "I know."

"Jerk!" he calls as he grumbles under his breath before running toward the locker room. I laugh watching him but past all the excitement buzzing around I suddenly realize what just happened. Scott actually did that, he caught the ball each time effortlessly, even Jackson who despite his dick like attitude was the best player at the school couldn't score against him. And suddenly I only have one question how the hell had he done it?

0000

Splash

Cold water rushed through the river as my brother jumped in first. Stiles goes next with me fallowing and we join my brother after hissing from the cold water.

"So can we talk about what the hell just happened at the school?" Stiles asks as I stumble over a slippery stone making me squeal. He grabs me before I can fall in but he slips to so we end up being caught by Scott effortlessly. We both gawk at him as he lets go of our arms and keeps walking.

"I don't know what it was, it was just like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball." Scott says grinning. Stiles stumbles trying to keep upright with me fallowing across the stones before we finally reach solid ground. I sigh in relief shaking my shoes out so the water rushes out but I know in the next few hours wet feet are going to hurt like hell.

"But that's not the only wired thing," Scott continues as we hurry to catch up to his fast pace, "I can hear things I shouldn't be able to, smell things..."

"Smell things?" I ask scrunching my nose as Stiles grins,

"Oh yeah like what?"

"Like the mint Mojito gum in your pocket, and the twislers in Lexi's bag."

My heart skips as Stiles brows furrow laughing, "I don't have any Mint Mojito-"

We all stare as Stiles pulls the small piece of gum out before he grabs my bag to find the pouch of half eaten candy. Both of us share a confused glance before looking at my brother who holds up his hands looking just as confused.

"So all this started with a bite?" Stiles asks in a disbelieving tone and Scott nods stumbling over a stone.

"Yeah but what if it's like an infection like my body's flooding with adrenaline before it all starts to go into shock or something."

Fear claws at my chest and I smack my brother's arm who whines swatting at me. "Don't say stupid crap like that." I snap and my brother rolls his eyes.

"Well I'm just spit balling," he defends.

"You know what," Stiles says suddenly sounding very serious. "I think I've heard of this."

"What? You have," I say in disbelief.

Scott turns as I look up at our best friend with wide eyes as the Stilinski boy looks at us blankly with complete seriousness.

"Yeah, it's a specific infection."

"Are you serious?" Scott questions in disbelief as Stiles bobs his head face blank.

"Yeah I think it's called lycanthropy."

Scott turns away running a hand worriedly through his shaggy black hair, as I turn a glare up at Stiles fully understanding what he ment and it was not funny. Well not until Scott turns around looking scared to death and hadn't figured out a thing in the world.

"What's that?" he asks innocently. "Is it bad?"

Restraining my laughter I don't even try to intervene as Stiles nods solemnly. "Oh yeah it's the worst, but it's only once a month."

Scott looks confused again dark browns furrowing in confusion as he asks, "Once a month?"

"Mhmm, on the night of a full moon." Stiles says before both of us chorus together in a playful howl.

Scott scowls now, anger flashing across his face as he shoves his best friend while playfully slapping me on the head.

"Hey!" Stiles laughs. "You're the one who said you guys heard a wolf howling."

I'm double over with giggles as Scott gets flustered snapping, "Guys come on something could be seriously wrong with me!"

"Yeah you're a werewolf!" Stiles inserts playfully holding up clawed hands. I roll my eyes sobering up quickly from the worry on my brother's face and sigh.

"Oh come on Scotty we're just teasing you." I smile nudging him as he looks down at me with a roll of his eyes.

"But if you see me in shop class melting down all the silver I can find it's cause Friday's a full moon." Stiles teases as I slam a fist into his shoulder. "Ow!"

"Leave him alone Stiles." I grumble looking around and that's when we climb the large incline Scott fell down last night.

We reach the top, everything looking identical to the place from last night but this couldn't be the spot, there was no way because where there should be a body of a woman there was nothing but leaves. My eyes scan the forest floor frantically and I don't understand there was no body lying there, no blood, no evidence what so ever that would prove the body was here.

"It's was right here." I snap moving ahead of them.

"Right up there we saw the deer, Scott dropped his inhaler, and when we were looking for it-"

"You saw the body." Scott finishes bending over and looking over the leaves.

Stiles brow furrows hands on his hips as his amber eyes scan the forest floor. His eyes find mine, a shrug moving him shoulders while suggesting, "Maybe the killer moved the body?"

I sigh rolling my eyes and glare up at him as I crouching down moving forward through the leaves spitefully asking, "Oh yeah because they chopped her in half, left one half a ways on down the woods, and the other way out here only to move it again?"

Stiles frowns huffing, "Well you never know."

"Well if the killer did move the body." Scott states kicking leaves apart with the toe of his shoes. "I hope they left my inhaler those things cost eighty bucks."

I snort moving leaves around myself adding, "Yeah and mom won't get another one so I guess we'll be renting out your room soon Scotty."

My brother mutters something as I roll my eyes and then louder he snaps, "Oh shut up Lexi."

Snickering I move more leaves around and sigh only to see boot covered feet in front of me. Something inside me screams to run but my body only tenses when a deep voice snaps, "What are you doing here?"

My body tenses and I look up to meet the deep-set yellow green eyes of a stranger. I yelp in surprise jumping out of my skin as I skitter backwards like a fool flailing on my hands and feet. Warm hands grab my arms helping me up and Stiles voice echoes in my ear asking if I was okay before he tenses protectively behind me.

"Your on private property." The man snaps, deep voice echoing around the trees. I swallow looking over his face, strong jaw line, thin lips set in a scowl, and stubble covering his face. Thick dark hair covered his head, and torso was covered by a black shirt and leather jacket.

His rugged face set into scowl, eyes cold and his hands were shoved into his jacket pockets. I instantly felt myself lean backwards into Stiles as his hands rest protectively on my shoulder blades.

"Uh sorry." I apologize awkwardly. "We-um we didn't know, just trying to find my brothers-uh you know what forget it."

I grab both boys arms pulling them as the man just scowls and neither boys move. Scott and the man have a strange look passing between them making Stiles and I both tense. Suddenly the man reached into his pocket and pitched the inhaler at my brother before he can utter another word. All of us look down at it in confusion before the man turns and stalks away. I watch him leave waiting until he was gone to turn to my boys heart still fearfully thrumming in my chest.

"Okay uh can we leave like now please." I snap glancing over my shoulder in alarm as Scott nods.

"Yeah come on I got work anyway." Scott grumbles but Stiles reaches out grabbing his arm.

"Guys hold up do you know who that was?" Stiles asks as I shrug while Scott arches an eye brow. "That was Derek Hale!"

"Who?"

"Oh come, you guys remember right he's only like a few years older than us."

"Remember what?" Scott asks

"His family," Stiles states as if it were completely obvious. "They all burned alive in a house fire like a few years ago."

It all comes into place now and I nod vigorously asking. "Oh yeah him and his sister moved away right?"

Stiles nods as Scott hums in confusion staring after the place Derek had vanished. "I wonder what he's doing back."

Stiles sighs shrugging and nods us to fallow. We move forward my brother glancing behind us as Stiles throws a arm around my shoulders playfully messing up my hair. I snort shoving his hand away but can't help to check behind us.

Something was off with that Derek guy, and just his reappearance in town when all this bad stuff starts happening is an officially wired coincidence. And that just adds to the worry churning in my gut, reminding me mercilessly that something big was coming and soon.

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