As our shovels kept plunging into the soft earth, it really made me question how I had gotten to this point in my life; Scott and I in Derek Hale's backyard digging for the other half of a corpse. I retraced the steps in my mind. After Scott had informed me that my dad was for sure instating the curfew, I knew we had to find a way to bring Derek Hale to justice. He was a creepy son of a bitch who murdered an innocent girl. Just because you're a werewolf doesn't mean you get to do whatever you want! Then Scott went ballistic because Derek had returned Allison's jacket? This part I didn't really get. I mean sure it was creepy that he snuck into the school and put her jacket in her locker without anyone seeing him, but he didn't threaten her or anything. Personally I would find it a bit endearing.

The part that really did get my attention was what Scott told me after he went to confront Derek. He smelled blood on his property and was pretty sure the other half of the body was there. He was also very intent on playing the game on Saturday out of pure spite, which I objected to. Scott assured me it would be fine, as long as I helped him control himself before the game. Oh yeah, seemed foolproof. After enduring a slow and painful torture at the hospital, watching Lydia and Jackson make-out, Scott returned from the morgue and confirmed that the scent from the body was the same as the scent at Derek's house. And now we found ourselves here, digging up a dead body, praying to God that Derek didn't come home any minute and kill us both. As the hours ticked by, Scott became increasingly worried.

"This is taking way too long," Scott complained through ragged breaths.

"Just keep going," I assured him as I heaved another shovel full of dirt out of the small crater in the ground.

"What if he comes back?" Scott panicked.

"We get the hell out of here." Obviously.

"What if he catches us?" Scott had stopped digging now.

"I have a plan for that," I said with labored breathing. Another shovel full. We must be close.

"Which is?" Scott cued for me to elaborate.

"You run one way, I run the other. Whoever he catches first, too bad." I smirked at Scott and wiped some sweat from my forehead. It seemed like the most logical thing to do. I constantly told Scott that if we were trapped in the apocalypse and we were getting chased by zombies, I would trip him. Same applies to killer werewolves. Scott didn't seem to buy it.

"I hate that plan," he muttered angrily. I thrust my shovel into the ground one more time and felt it connect with something soft.

"Whoa, stop!" I halted Scott with my hands. We quickly tossed out shovels aside and bent down to wipe away the rest of the dirt with our hands. A canvass cloth tied up in rope was beginning to reveal itself and I frantically struggled to undo the knots.

"Hurry!" Scott goaded me.

"I'm trying," I mumbled as I picked apart a few more layers. "Did he have to tie the thing in 900 knots?"

"I'll do it," Scott quickly asserted himself, working on his own section of the rope. Finally we managed to get them undone and were able to open up the cloth to reveal-

We both screamed and threw ourselves out of the shallow grave. Neither of us had expected that. The top half a decaying black wolf was lying in the ground before us. What the hell? Scott said he had smelled blood. Human blood. Not this. No, like seriously, what the actual fuck?

"What the hell is that?" I said out loud for Scott's benefit.

"It's a wolf," Scott answered. Thank you, Captain Obvious.

"Well I can see that," I spit back at him, a little more forcefully than I had intended. "I thought you said you smelled blood. As in human blood."

"I told you something was different," Scott reminded me. He did tell me, as soon as we had arrived.

"This doesn't make sense," I thought out loud. It really didn't. Derek buried her here, I was sure of it. He buried a human girl here. Now it's a wolf. Huh?

"We gotta get out of here." Scott's words brought me back to reality.

I nodded. "Help me cover this up."

I grabbed my shovel in order to undo all of our hard work of the evening and then noticed something only a few feet away from the grave. A purple flower of some sort. I stared at it for some time, Scott watching me curiously. Something about it seemed familiar to me. Then it clicked.

"What's wrong?" Scott questioned.

"Do you see that flower?" I pointed to it.

"What about it?"

"I think it's wolfsbane," I replied. I had seen a picture of a flower like it in one of the books I had gotten from the library.

"What's that?" Scott asked ignorantly. Seriously, worst werewolf ever. Can't even recognize his own Kryptonite.

"Haven't you ever seen the Wolf Man?" I asked hoping to jog his memory. He just shook his head. Wait, what? He had never seen the Wolf Man? I forgot about the wolfsbane temporarily and focused all my attention onto this utter fallacy in Scott's life.

"Lon Chaney Junior? Claud Rains? The original classic werewolf movie." Scott sighed, frustrated. Ha, he was frustrated! How had he never seen the Wolf Man?

"No, what?" Scott finally asked exasperated.

"You're so unprepared for this," I said as I went to inspect the wolfsbane. I pulled it up out of the ground only to see its roots melded into a woven rope of some sort. The rope seemed to still be buried in the ground, so I continued to pull it up. The wolfsbane rope led me in a circle around the grave, but as a kept pulling it up I got farther away from the body. Maybe not a circle, more like a spiral. As I pulled up the last of the rope, my arms filled completely with it, I heard Scott let out a gasp.

"Stiles," he said quietly. He was standing over the grave with his mouth wide open. I went over to see what had him so shocked. I looked in the ground to see the carcass was no longer wolf, but the remains of a human girl from the waist up. This caused me to stand back a little in shock myself. First it was a wolf, now it's a girl. I looked at Scott and knew we had reached the same conclusion. This was a werewolf. Do werewolves turn into actual wolves when they die? Would that happen to Scott? All I knew for sure was that I had no idea what was going on. I grabbed Scott and retreated back to the jeep. Before I climbed inside I quickly stuffed the wolfsbane into my backpack. I would have to take a look at it later.

Scott and I sat in the jeep for a few moments unable of what to do or say next. I totally forgot that Derek could come back at any moment and rip us to shreds. I just had no idea how to process what I had just seen. After the silence lasted for a few more minutes, I pulled out my phone.

"What are you doing?" Scott asked quietly.

"Calling my dad," I replied as I dialed. I held the phone up to my ear waiting for the station to pick up.

"This creep is going behind bars," I said to Scott, "even if he is a werewolf."

The station finally picked up. The secretary gave me the standard greeting, but immediately transferred me over to my dad when I said who I was. My father sounded tired but alarmed.

"What's wrong Stiles?" he asked anxiously.

"I have some good news," I attempted to say pleasantly. Scott gave me a sour look. "Ok, not good news, but news in general. We found the other half of the body."
"What?!" my dad choked out. "Where the hell are you? Are you alright? What are you doing out so late anyway? I told you-"

"Dad calm down," I reassured him. "I'm ok and so is Scott. We're at the Hale house. We were looking for his inhaler and came across something strange. We decided to investigate and found it. We both freaked out pretty bad." It was surprising me how easy it was becoming to flat out lie to people. Not that I wasn't talented before.

"Scott's with you?" my father asked with a worn tone. "Of course he is. Wait, you guys are still there?"

"Yeah."

"Well get the hell out of there right now," the Sheriff ordered. "I don't need you two hanging around where a murderer might be." Oh shit, I almost forgot about him.

"Just get down here quick," I insisted. "We have to give statements anyway, right?"

My father sighed. "Yes you do. I'll be down there soon. Don't do anything stupid."

"Roger!" I reported. I could practically hear my father rolling his eyes. I hung up and exited my car. Definitely needed some fresh air. Scott exited the vehicle as well.

"He's gonna be pissed," Scott said distantly.

"My dad'll be fine," I assured him. "He's kinda used to my bullshit now."

"Not him," Scott clarified. "Derek. He could try to kill us all."

"He's going to jail," I reminded him. "Not even Derek can escape Justice. Seriously, I feel like Captain America, but with boobs." I made a very heroic pose and managed to make Scott give out a small chuckle. This lightened the mood and it wasn't long until my dad showed up. We pointed out to him where the body was, very thankful that it was still a human body, and he had another deputy section it off with police tape. My father was very skeptical that we just happened to "stumble" across the dead body with shovels and spent the night digging it up. I assured him I just happened to have shovels in the back of my car. Clearly fate was on my side.

"Why don't you get a ride with officer Mendez?" my dad suggested. "She'll take you home so you two can get cleaned up. Just leave the jeep here. You can come back and get it later."

Scott and I agreed and got the lift back to my house. Fortunately Scott has a spare of everything at my house. We both showered and decided to catch some z's. I won't lie and say we slept like babies. We both woke up panting a few times in the middle of the night. In the morning neither of us felt well rested, but we knew we had to go back to the scene of the crime. We got dressed and Officer Mendez gave us another ride. When we got back it was a full on crime scene; police tape and cop cars everywhere and a forensics team working on the body. Scott went to go wait over by my jeep and I waited by the police cruiser.

I looked over at the house and Derek was being led out, his hands in cuffs behind his back. For some reason and unbelievable feeling of rage and injustice welled up inside of me. Those cops had no idea the full extent of what this man had done. His eyes locked with mine once again and he smirked. His gaze slid over to Scott with the same expression. Normally the smirk would have left me breathless, but I don't really find murderers attractive. Ok, I could think of a few fictional characters, but they don't count.

After Derek entered the back of the cruiser and the door was shut behind him, I knew this was it. This was the moment I had been waiting for. Scott had told me not to confront him or I might get hurt. But how much damage could he do cuffed in the back of a cop car surrounded by police officers? Little to none. At least that was what I was telling myself. That was how I justified my following actions. I walked myself over to the cop car, ignoring to devastating looks from Scott, and entered the passenger side. I closed the door behind me and now here I was. I was now in a cop car with Derek Freaking Hale and the only thing that was separating us was a thin grate. He looked up at me, his seafoam green eyes boring into me, the small smirk still at his lips. I gave him my most icy glare and prepared for probably the most intimidating conversation I've ever had.

I returned his smirk with my own. "Hello Derek."