Hello readers, so another reader pointed out in a review before that I had typed Lexi and Scott were six MONTHS apart which was a serious typo because they're fraternal twins which makes them six MINUTES apart. Just wanted to put that out there so there is no confusion. So anyway the next chapter will be up soon, like I said I'm dealing with a move and it sucks, anyway enough rambling reviews would be appreciated as always.

000

Stiles tires screech as we pull into the drive way, and he's barely even stopped the car before ripping the keys from the ignition ad flying up my side walk. I groan striding after him cursing him for his long legs. The front door fly open Stiles not even bothering to close it back, and I dart inside closing it with my foot and clicking the lock shut.

"Stiles wait up!" I snap dumping my bag on the floor and taking the stairs two at a time.

Up in hall outside my brother's room Stiles fumbles with the door knob the Aderall in his system making him extremely jumpy but once he throws it open I swiftly fallow him inside.

"What did you find? How did you find it?" Stiles exclaims before adding on just as quickly, "Where did you find it!"

Scott smirks arching an eye brow as I shake my head, "He's had a lot of Aderall today."

My brother nods eyeing Stiles and sighs, "I found something over at Derek's."

"So I was right?" I ask in excitement as Scott nods. "So what was it the body?"

"I don't know, but something is definitely buried there, I could smell blood."

"That's awesome!" Stiles exclaims before I smack his shoulder. "Ow-I mean that's terrible, whose blood?"

"I don't know, but you guys are gonna help me nail the murder on Derek and then help me figure out how to not change during the game because there is no way I'm not playing that game."

Stiles grin holding his hand up for a high five as I roll my eyes. Scott grins at me one I can't help but return and he tosses the lacrosse stick onto the bed with a strained, "So, any ideas on how to do that?"

I snort, Stiles excited look immediately dropping as they both exchange a look before their eyes flick to me. My eyes roll, head shakes, and arms cross over my as chest while snapping, "Do I have to do everything?"

000

"So you really think you can tell if it's the same scent?" Stiles asks for the fifth time as we park in the parking lot of the hospital.

Scott nods glancing around as we all three climb out of the jeep and into the chilly night air. I shiver, my brother frowning before shrugging his jacket off and draping it on my much smaller frame. Giving him a grateful look I fallow him up the side walk to the front sliding doors where the sterile smell of a hospital hits. A frown stretches nose scrunching as we walk inside to be met with a busy waiting area, and line to the admissions in desk.

My eyes find the signs leading to the lab, and admissions area, only to find the door to the morgue right behind us. I grab my brother's arm, nodding to the sign as he sighs nodding.

"Good luck, I guess." Stiles calls after him as Scott disappears behind the door letting us walk into the admissions area.

"I hope this works." I admit softly as we stand against the wall. Stiles doesn't respond just stares at something over my head making me scowl and snap my fingers in front of his face. "Stiles?"

He blinks looking at me making me roll my eyes and turn to look over my shoulder to find Lydia Martin behind us. I sigh shaking my head and turn a glare up at him he doesn't seem to notice. Moving aside I watch him stumble over to her, making sure to straighten himself up as he stands in front of her.

"Hey Lydia," He starts nervously as she turns to look at him with a raised eye brow. "I don't know if you remember me, but I sit behind you in biology,"

Lydia cocks her head to the side looking up at the ceiling and twirls a strawberry blonde curl in her finger. "Uh anyway, I've always felt like we had this-connection, you know unspoken of course, maybe it'd be kinda cool to- get to know each other a little-"

"Hold on a second." Lydia states before pulling a red shimmering blue tooth out of her ear. "Yay, I didn't get any of what you just said is it worth repeating?"

My eyes closed before slipping over to Stiles disappointed face who sputters waving a hand dismissively, "Uh no."

Jackson decides to come over at this particular moment allowing Lydia to stand up sliding her purse over her shoulder with a quick, "You good?"

He scowls rubbing his injured arm snapping, "They said not to make a habit of it but one cortisone shot's good."

"You should get one before the game too." she states making me clench my jaw so hard I taste the sharp taste of blood.

Jackson glares at her in disbelief and she rolls her eyes, "pro does it all the time, now do you wanna be a high school amateur or..."

I sigh turning my attention from the nauseating couple to Stiles watching him stumble backing away as the two continue to act as if he doesn't exist and for a moment a surge of resentment surges through me toward one of my closest friends beside Stiles. He backs away smile dropped from his face as I sigh moving to his side and dropping into the chair beside him.

"She's an idiot." I say softly making him glance at me with those bright amber colored eyes of his.

"No she isn't, her grade point average is-"

"I don't mean her intellectual intelligence Stiles." I laugh making him sigh and shake his head.

"Please, what would a girl like her want with a guy like me anyway? I'm such an idiot."

She and Jackson leave hand in hand making me send a look to Stiles who looks like a deflated party balloon. Elbowing him he looks at me and I frown shaking my head. "If she can't see someone who has been fawning over her since the third grade, and could treat her like a queen, then she is the idiot here."

He sighs and shrugs making me roll my eyes, "One of these days Stilinski you'll start giving your attention to a girl you deserve."

"So I don't deserve Lydia?" he asks defensively making me sigh in annoyance.

"No you idiot," I snap exasperatedly. "She doesn't deserve you. Now stop pouting because if this scent is the same that means we can bust mister sour wolf and hopefully get him off the streets before he starts randomly biting other awkward teenagers."

Stiles nods looking over his shoulder when hands grab my shoulder and his. I let out a small squeak of surprise, coming face to face with my brother as Stiles spins with a, "Holy God-!"

"Jeez Scott!" I scold trying to ease my thumping heart. "Damn it are we gonna have to get you one of those cat bells so we know where your gonna pop up?!"

"You're hilarious." Scott says dryly eyes rolling. "Anyway listen the scent was the same."

"Really?" I ask standing up making him nod.

"So he did bury the other half of the body on his property."

Scott nods again and Stiles and I exchange looks before he snaps, "So are you goona help me stop him or what?"

"Let me ask you a question first is it because you wanna stop Derek, or because you wanna play tomorrow and he said you couldn't."

"Or you wanna impress Allison." I add crossing my arms.

"There are bite marks on the legs guys," he adds softly. "Bite marks."

A new sense of fear trembles inside me, blood rushing in my ears as I snap, "He ripped her apart?"

"Okay." Stiles states after a nod from my brother. "Then we're gonna need a shovel."

"Wait what?" I snap fallowing after them. "Stiles why the hell do we need a shovel!"

He doesn't answer only grabs my wrist pulling me after him and Scott toward the front doors where they slide open blowing in a cool breeze. I stare at him, eyes wide wondering what we could possibly need with a shovel. It wasn't like we were gonna- oh no.

"Stiles!"

"What do you think we need it for?" he snaps as we near the jeep. "We're gonna dig up the body."

"We're gonna what now?!"

"Yea come on-"

"No. No way." I snap backing away as he opens the door of the jeep for me. "There is no way in hell I'm going anywhere near that body again much less dig it up."

"Oh come on don't be such a baby."

"Baby?" I repeat as Scott hangs his head. "You didn't see her! I did and there's no way in hell I'm going back there looking for the poor girl again!"

000

"I can't believe your making me go find her again." I grumble sullenly in the back seat. Stiles rolls his eyes turning up the dirt road leading to the Hale house as I sigh shaking my head.

We immediately park in the tree line, watching as the wolf walks from his burnt house to the black camaero with the white strip parked in the front lawn. A groan escapes as he starts the car and I shake my head.

"Aw why does the homicidal wolf man have to have a freakin' sexy ass car."

Scott and Stiles both look at me, each stare different than the other but both holding a degree of annoyance and confusion. I immediately feel myself flush eyes turning from there's as I snap, "What? Women love the Cameros okay?"

Scott shakes his head face disturbed while Stiles scowls with a bitter look crossing his face. Before I can question it though Sour wolf drives away making Scott and Stiles both jump from the car. I groan climbing out and pulling my brother's jacket tighter around myself as I fallow them around Derek's yard. Once we find the fresh mound of dirt in the back yard it's not hard to guess what's buried there so the boys immediately start digging.

"Wait something different." Scott states midway through shoveling.

"Different how?" Stiles questions

"I don't know."

"I do, it's because of the bad luck involving this body! Did either of you think about what happened last time we searched for this?" I ask as they both sigh.

"No." Stiles admits. " But I don't think Scott can be bitten again so we have nothing to worry about."

"And if Sour wolf comes back?"

"Then we get the hell outta here."

I scoff crossing my arms snapping, "Oh yay and if he catches us? What then wise guy?"

"I have a plan for that." Stiles states dumping the shovel by my feet. "We all run in different directions and whoever he catches first too bad."

"Says the one who is taller than me, and Scott has freakin wolf speed. I've got the short end here!"

"Okay fine." Stiles huffs shoveling another scoop. "Scott goes left and we go right."

"How does that help?" I snap

"Uh like I'd let anything happen to you." he states sharply.

"Oh yay what about that time you said you would help me down from the tree in your back yard and I slipped breaking my arm because you wanted to get an ice cream cone."

"We were nine!" he complains sticking the shovel in the dirt as he glares at me.

"So!" I argue. "What does age have to do with it?"

"Okay fine do you see an ice cream truck anywhere around?"

"No."

"Then you have nothing to worry about."

I huff looking away from him as Scott rolls his eyes shaking his head snapping, "Guys, shut up."

Before anyone can say another word a sickening crack echoes fallowed by Stiles telling Scott to stop. Both boys toss their dirt covered shovels onto the ground by my feet as I shine the flash light down into the dark hole. They both smooth dirt away from a thick wool gray blanket covered in a series of knotted twine and begin untying it.

Unease builds in my stomach, the same feeling I got every time a were wolf pops up and I inch closer to the boys snapping, "Guys, hurry the hell up."

"We're trying!" Stiles barks. "God did the guy have to tie the thing in ten thousand knots!"

"Oh for the love of god." I snap fishing my knife from my pocket and flickening the blade open. The latch clicks and I hand it down to Stiles snapping, "Just cut it!"

The twine snaps as the knife cuts it in two and both boys begin unraveling the blanket. I steel myself, bile raising in my throat as the woman's terrified eyes flash in my mind, only to have the blanket fall away and scream for a whole new reason. Both boys shriek and I reach forward pulling them backwards out of the hole as I end up falling on my ass again eyes wide.

A large black furred wolf lays where the girls upper body should be, it cloudy dead eyes holding the same terror as the girl staring up at the sky.

"Oh my god what the holly hell is that?!" Stiles exclaims as I grip onto his shirt for dear life.

"It's a wolf." I state numbly still eyeing the wolf as if it might jump alive and start trying to comp on us. "Damn it Scott I thought you said you smelled human blood!"

"I said something was different!" he defends and I shudder looking away from the poor creature.

"This doesn't make sense." Stiles snaps.

"Why would he bury a wolf head in a blanket, in his back yard? It's not like hunting is illegal." I snap fists clenching the soft flannel fabric of Stiles's shirt.

"We need to get out of here." Scott gasps still sounding panicked.

"Yeah." Stiles says nodding but when I look up a small violet flower shimmers in the flash lights beam caching my attention. "Help me cover this up."

Him and my brother start rummaging with the shovels but I simply shake the hand gripping his shirt. He sends me a soft look over his shoulder eyes concerned as he says

"Lexi it's okay, please let go I need to cover this up."

I blink looking at him with a glare, did he really think I was staring at the ground afraid? Really did he think so little of me? Annoyance bubbling I snap without realizing, "What? No dumbass look!"

Stiles fallows where my finger points and his face goes slack. I know then my initial guess was right and crawl towards the flower as Scott snaps, "What, what's wrong?"

"You see that flower." Stiles points to it and Scott shrugs confused. "I think it's wolfs bane."

"Wolfs bane?" Scott says confused.

"Yeah its- Wait have you not seen the wolf man?"

Scott looks at him ignorantly and Stiles gawks at him, naming off names from the original werewolf movie ever made that had to be one of my all time favorite old films. Scott still looks at him dumbly as Stiles snaps, "You haven't seen the original freakin werewolf movie?"

"No." I chime in using my flash light to inspect the small flower. "Werewolves always freaked him out."

Stiles snorts muttering something about irony making Scott glare and he holds his hands up getting serious again, "You were so unprepared for this, here look."

He moves to my side and uses my knife to pry the dirt from the plant as I gently lift it up only to find it attacked to the same twine the wolf was wrapped in. My face drops brows furrowed in confusion as we continue to lift the floor uncovering more twine, with small purple flowers tied into it. The twine goes forever but as we start covering more and more I realize the trail from the twine being unearthed leaves a large spiral.

"What the hell?" Stiles mutters and as we step back to look it over Scott suddenly tenses up as the gut dropping feeling hits again.

"Guys." he states breathlessly and we immediately move over to him looking down where the wolf head should be only for Stiles to jump.

"Whao." he snaps arm moving in front of me pushing me back away from the whole where the girl lays. A scream builds in my throat. Knees trembling as adrenaline surges through my system from the realization that this poor girl, was a were wolf.

"Oh my god."

000

The next morning after going home late that night and changing out of our dirt covered clothes and throwing them in the wash, Scott and I stand against the hood of the jeep, freshly changed, as my hair blows in its high pony tail against the chilly wind, and Stiles's beacon hills hoodie envelopes me in warmth. Papa Stillinski comes out of the hall house, some deputies behind him, escorting hand cuffed and seriously pissed Derek hale. His yellow-green eyes glance our way, narrowing into thin slits as he glares at us.

Scott looks away but I only narrow my eyes right back as they push him into the police cruiser. They move away from him and back inside as the forensic team begins digging through the grave at the werewolf girls body. Terrifyingly though as no one stands guard at the cop car Stiles goes striding toward it. He catches my eye as I feverishly shake my head before he slides into the car.

Hoping to drag him away I lunge forward before Scott can stop me and sprint for the car. I slide into the driver side just as Stiles snaps, "Just so you know I'm not afraid of you."

"Stiles!" I hiss making said boy jump looking at me wide eyed. "What the hell are you doing!"

"Lexi go away your gonna get in trouble!"

"Me!" I snap in a furious whisper as Derek snorts in the car making me realize I had completely forgotten about him. My eyes scan him over, from the death glare to the annoyed posture he defiantly wasn't happy but with so much police around he definitely wouldn't try anything.

"Let me ask you something." I snap before I lose the nerve. "Why'd you kill her?"

Derek's eyes darken, mood obviously lowering even more and it seemed the girl was a very touchy subject to him. Stiles leans forward fingers hooking into the metal caging separating us from the wolf man in the backseat.

"Was it because she could turn into a actual wolf?" Stiles questions. "Because I know Scott can't do that, so she must've been powerful, is that why you killed her?"

"Why are the two of you so worried about me when it's him that's the problem."

My eyes fallow his toward Scott standing off to the side and my sisterly instincts kick in. I lean closer to the metal cage jaw clenching as I snap, "He's the problem? Who made him that way huh?"

"Why does it matter why he's that way, when he shifts on the field tonight what do you think everyone will do huh?" he sneers back. "You think they'll just continue cheering him on hmm?"

Mt entire body goes rigid the thought of Scott telling me about the hunters who shot him and Allison's father being one chills me to the core. I shake my head stubbornly hands balling into fists," That doesn't matter."

Of course that's a complete lie because my blood rushes through my head as my heart pounds like a drum. Derek must hear my heart race because he smirks and shakes his head, "Right, well it will matter. Now I can't stop him from playing but the two of you can."

He leans forward then eyeing Stiles and eye up intimidating before he snaps, "And trust me, you want too."

The door jerks open then a hand grabbing Stiles and pulling him out before the door slams shut and Papa Stillinski comes around to my side of the car.

"I'd watch myself," Derek snaps before the Sheriff can open the driver side door. "From these wounds your already getting tells me you know firsthand why your brother shouldn't play."

"You don't know a damn thing about my brother." I sneer before the doors open and a hand reaches in snatching me out.

Papa Stillinski glares down at us hazel eyes disappointed as he shakes his head. "What the hell do you two think you're doing? Stiles I can expect this from but Lexi that man just got arrested for murder and you two hope right on i to chat with him?"

I wince from the disappointment in his tone and bite my lip looking at the ground. Stiles squares his shoulders defensively and shakes his head, "It wasn't Lexi she came in there to get me, besides I'm just trying to help!"

"Uh huh well why don't you start by either of you telling me ow you stumbled upon this?"

My eyes widen, expression trying its hardest to remain neutral as I send a look at Stiles who sighs, " We we're looking for Scott inhaler."

Oh no Stiles, what the hell are you doing.

"Which he dropped when?" Papa Stillinski asks

"The other night." Stiles answers before I can. My eyes immediately close as Papa Stillinski nods.

"The other night when you were looking for the other half of the body."

"No," I say the same time Stiles says, "Yes."

"The time you told me you were alone and they were at home." the sheriff continues

"Yes." he repeats and I close my eyes shaking my head. Stiles eyes suddenly widen with realization and he shakes his head snapping, "No. Oh crap."

"So you lied to me."

"Well that depends on how you define lying." Stiles answers and I want to reach over a smack him.

"Well I define it as not telling the truth how do you define it?"

"Reclining your body in a horizontal postion-"

"Get the hell outta here." Papa Stillinski snaps and Stiles bows his head nodding.

"Absolutely, come on Lex." he grabs my wrist towing me behind him toward the jeep. Once inside Stiles starts it up and feels away driving down the trail. I move up from the back seat and slam my hand into the side of his cheek.

"Ow!" he shrieks the jeep swerving for a moment before he regain his grip. "Lexi what the hell was that for!"

"You being a dumbass!"

"Wha- Ow!" he snaps again as I punch his shoulder. "What the-Are you done?!"

Again I punch his other shoulder snapping, "Now I'm done."

He grumbles under his breath the agitation in the car build as Scott continues to Google up wolfs bane uses on my I-pad. "There's nothing in here about wolfs bane being used for burial."

"Keep looking Scotty there's gotta be some type of answer." I say touching his rigid shoulder. Stiles sends me an annoyed look that I simply stick my tounge out at before he shakes his head eyes zoning out in thought.

"Maybe it's a ritual or something, like maybe they bury you as a wolf."

I make a face, Scott shaking his head, as I say, "That would so not be the way I'd wana go."

"Or maybe it's like a special skill you have to learn."

"That's not the way it worked in twilight." I chime in making Stiles roll his eyes,

"Yeah well in Twilight the vampires sparkle like fairies so unless we run into any of those I think these may be a little different." he snaps.

"It's was just an opinion."

Scott huffs in annoyance, head shaking as he clenches his jaw and the shoulder under my hand trembles. "Yeah well I'll put that on my to do list."

"Finding a sparkling vampire?" I ask as he looks at me confused before shaking his head.

"No, and it doesn't matter right now I need to figure out how the hell I'm gonna play this game tonight."

"Maybe it's different from girl werewolves." Stiles says still on the she wolf topic. Scott trembles even more his eyes clenching shut and I instinctively retract my hand leaning closer toward Stiles seat.

"Okay, stop it!" Scott barks making Stiles send me a confused look in the rear view mirror.

"Stop what Scotty?" I question.

"Stop saying werewolf so much, and stop enjoying this so much!" he barks looking at Stiles furiously before sending his gaze back at me. "God, It's not one of your damn story books Lexi!"

I flinch eyes wide as that feeling drops into my stomach, my heart races and Stiles glances back at me concerned before looking at my brother. "You okay?"

"No!" he barks. "I am so far from being okay!"

"Sooner of later your gonna have to except it Scott!" Stiles snaps back.

Instinctively I move toward him now, worry clouding my fear as I gently touch his cheeks as best I can from the back seat. His skin is burning hot, sweat forming on his temple, and his whole body trembles.

"I can't!" My brother gasps as Stiles shakes his head.

"You have to-"

"Stiles wait something's wrong!" I snap back. "Scotty what's wrong?"

"I can't breathe!" he barks shuddering as Stiles looks at him confused. Scott than suddenly roars an animalistic sound I've never heard him make and his fist slams into the roof of the jeep. Stiles jumps startled jeep swiveling as Scott screams for him to pull over.

"Why what's happening?"

"Oh my god Stiles are you serious!" I snap. "Pull the damn car over!"

"Okay!" he yells back before Scott bends down. He starts throwing things around now fishing an old black back pack from the floor and ripping it up. The zipper pops open showing the twine infused with wolfs bane petals and the flower its self sitting atop the pile.

"You kept it?!" Scott barks.

"Oh my god Stiles!"

"What was I suppose to do with it?!" he shrieks back.

Scott roars again and I move to him gently moving hair from his face trying to calm him but he hands snaps backward into my sending jolts of pain through my fingers. His eyes clench shut body trembling as he snaps, "No Lexi stay back! Stiles Stop the car!"

"Where?!" Stiles panics.

"Damn it Stiles any where!"

"But-"

"STOP THE CAR!" Scott roars eyes flashing open to reveal glowing gold irises. My yes widen Stiles jumping before slamming his foot on the break. I fly forward Stiles arm managing to catch me before I slammed into the dash board as Scott roars.

I fumble for the backpack pitching it at Stiles who jerkily throws open the door and darts out. Scott trembles eyes still glowing as they snap at me and he lets out a growl. My insides tremble fear tensing my lips as I say, "Scott, it's okay."

I hesitantly reach to touch his shoulder but his hand snaps up grabbing it with bruising force. A wince spreads Scotts eyes narrow before they suddenly widen and his fingers ease off. My hand retracts instinctively eyes still on my brother as he looks around wildly before throwing open the door and jumping out taking off into the woods.

"Scott!" I yell after him but he's already out of sight. I scramble around trying to untangle my feet from the seat belt, body falling back into Stiles seat as he rushes over.

"Okay the back packs gone-Where's Scott?"

"He ran off!"

"Where did he go?" Stiles questions looking around as I panic kick the seat belt away, it snapping back in place in the back as I scramble trying to get over the middle console into the passenger side.

"I don't know Stiles!" I snap, and I am aware of my voices being on the edge of hysterical. "Oh my god we have to find him!"

I try to jump out the door not opening and I scream at Stiles that his piece of crap car won't work. He doesn't respond but there's a click and the door fly's open letting me stumble out. Stiles stops me before I can go running into the woods though arms pulling me against him as my air ways constrict and everything spins around me, Stiles being the only thing keeping me grounded.