The game was in motion when I was suddenly surprised. My father was walking toward the stands, still in uniform, waving pleasantly at both me and Melissa. Why wasn't he at the station? He had arrested a murderer this morning. I thought maybe he handed it over to one of the deputies in order to make this game. I guess it was partly a good thing he was here because he was packing. If Scott freaked out he would at least have a weapon. He sat down next to me.

"Hello Melissa," he said smiling at her.

"Evening Sheriff," she replied with a smile of her own.

My dad put his arm around my shoulder. "Hey sweetie. Do you think we'll see any action tonight?"

"Action?" I echoed. Images of Scott ripping apart lacrosse players and then making his way toward the stands full of screaming bystanders flashed before my eyes. "Maybe."

I leaned into my dad's hold allowing his warmth to comfort me. His grip tightened and for just a split second I thought everything could be ok. Scott wasn't going to wolf out on the field. No one was going to get hurt. No one was going to die. Everything was going to be sing-a-longs and cherry pies. Yeah, I thought about all of that for just a split second and then I realized I was back in reality.

"So what are you doing here?" I asked innocently enough.

"Do you not want me here?" My dad scoffed.

"No, I do. But aren't you supposed to be taking care of a murderer or something?"

My dad chuckled softly. "I wanted to be here. First game of the season. I let the other officers take care of it." Just as I had thought. See, Stiles? Nothing to be worried about. Just a normal lacrosse game with normal lacrosse players having a good time and-

What the hell was our team doing? Scott ran around the field seeming to be in control, but the ball hadn't reached him once. He was open every step of the way, but it was as if our team refused to pass it to him. I leaned away from my dad slightly in order to see the field better. Finally one of our players made a mistake and the ball landed near Scott. Scott reacted quickly. So did Jackson. Scott didn't see that asshole coming and was knocked violently aside. Melissa and I gasped in unison and my dad clicked his tongue in disapproval. Jackson scooped up the ball and practically skipped over to the goal to make the shot like the smug little shit he was. The crowds around us erupted into applause. Mrs. McCall, my dad, and I were the only people who didn't stand in cheer.

"What the hell was that?" I said over the applause. I looked at Scott's mom who looked as concerned as I felt. For a moment I wanted Scott to wolf out and tear Jackson to pieces, but I suppressed that urge quickly. It was cruel for me to think that way. I thought that way all the time, but it was still cruel. Scott would never forgive himself he he ever hurt someone.

"Maybe Jackson didn't see him?" My dad suggested but he didn't look convinced.

"Maybe he's a dick," I replied. Dad shook his head as he and Scott's mother rose to their feet and began to clap reluctantly.

"At least we made the shot," Mrs. McCall said.

Scott picked himself up looking dazed and angry. Then he directed his attention to the stands where his anger seemed to intensify. I followed his gaze and saw what had him so pissed. Lydia and Allison were standing and cheering while holding a big sign above their heads that read "We Luv U Jackson" in big bold letters. Brutal. Scott huffed violently and returned to the field in a rage.

"Oh boy," I groaned quietly. "This is not going to be good." The two parents had taken a seat once more, as did most of the crowd.

Scott was bent over, huffing, his breath coming out white in the chill of the evening. A referee went to check on him and he nodded his head slowly but it still looked menacing. I squirmed anxiously in my seat, but the two adults I was sat next to didn't seem to notice my fidgeting. I hoped Scott got his act together soon because if he didn't he could really hurt someone or worse. And then Derek would be right. I didn't want Derek to be right ever because he was stupid and a murderer and I definitely wasn't attracted to him. Nope.

The whistle blew again. The ball flew high up in the air over two of the opposing team. They were already of up by two and it looked like it was going to be three soon. It looked that way, until Scott conveniently interfered. He ran toward the ball and jumped high in the air, catching it before it had come anywhere near the other team's sticks. Scott was directing all of his wolfy angst into the game and, hey, if it kept him from killing people, I was all for it. Plus if we won it would be cool. He bobbed and weaved his way around the other team and headed for the goal. Scott's mom bounced excitedly next to me with a huge grin plastered on her face. She looked so proud of her son and that made me happy. Scott scored the shot without breaking a sweat and this time I rose to my feet immediately cheering.

Suddenly the rest of the team, minus Jackson, was very happy to let Scott take the lead. The game continued and the other team got the ball. Before one of the opposing players could even move, Scott stood in front of him as if waiting patiently. Then the other player passed the ball to Scott and ran in the opposite direction. Scott didn't look surprised or like he cared at all.

"Did the other team just deliberately pass us the ball?" My dad asked as I chewed nervously on the drawstrings of my hoodie.

"I believe so," I confirmed.

Scott continued to sidestep oncoming players and run swiftly toward the other team's goal. They tried with all they had to stop him, but they were no match. I kinda felt bad for the other team because they really didn't stand a chance with Scott on our team. I thought having a werewolf on the team might be cheating, but then I thought, "fuck them," because I really wanted us to win this game. I'm a fan of lacrosse! What can I say? Scott seemed to emphasize my point of them not standing a chance because he made a shot that went directly through the goalie's stick and into the net. Of course the crowds, including us three in the stands, went wild. That mean we were all tied up now and there was no doubt we would win.

"Did you see that?" Mrs. McCall marveled. My father and I answered with huge smiles. Before we could celebrate any further, my dad's phone started to buzz in his pocket. He fished it out and looked down at it before frowning.

"What's wrong?" I asked over the roar of the crowd.

"It's the station," he shouted back.

"Is it important?" Melissa inquired. I could tell she really wanted him to stay.

"It might be," he admitted. "We did just book a murder suspect. I gotta take this."

The Sheriff pushed his way past screaming fans in order to take the call in a more private place. I was very curious about what the station could want or what Derek might have done. I would have gone to see what it was all about, but I made a promise to Scott that I would be there if he lost control. I just sincerely hoped he wouldn't.

The game resumed and, of course, Scott got the ball within seconds. But there was something different about the way he was moving. He was sort of crouched down as he ran, his eyes darting around the field crazily. He stopped a few feet from the goal where he was blocked off by defenders on two sides. He didn't make any attempt to go around them. He just watched both of them as if waiting. Waiting to strike. The clock counted down the seconds until the end of the game or possibly the end of someone's life.

"No Scott," I whispered in warning. "No no no. C'mon, not right now. You're so close."

"What'd you say?" Scott's mom asked me.

"Nothing," I answered as my heart sank. He couldn't attack anyone. Not yet. He would never forgive himself. Maybe Derek was right. Goddamn him for making me think that! But I was afraid he was. Oh God, this was a bad idea. There were only a few seconds left on the clock. It was now or never.

Suddenly both defenders ran at Scott and I was sure of their deaths. However, Scott pulled a move and suddenly hurled the ball forward in a burst of power. It whizzed past the heads of the other team members and landed directly in the goal. We overtook the other team by one point and then the buzzer sounded. The game was over and Scott hadn't killed anyone. Plus, we won. The fans exploded into cheers and rushed out of the stands and onto the field. People hugged and laughed because of our win, but I stayed put in the stands reveling in the fact that we had did it. Scott was ok and didn't hurt anyone. Most important of all, Derek was wrong. Suck on that, bitch!

I was about to go out to the field to find Scott and hug him for being so awesome, when I remembered my dad. I looked around the campus and found him beside one of the concession stands still talking on his phone. Scott could wait, my curiosity couldn't. He had just hung up the phone by the time I had reached him.

"So what was that about?" I questioned.

"I just got a call from the medical examiner," he sighed. "You're not going to like this."

"What?" I moaned.

"He finished running analysis on the other half of the body and found several claw marks, bite marks, and animal fibers. He's ruled it an animal attack. Derek is going to walk."

"What?!" I exclaimed appalled. Are you fucking serious? Of course it looked like and animal attack! She was attacked by someone part animal! Of course I couldn't tell my dad about that, but I was still fuming. Fucking Derek Hale.

"Stiles," my dad said, "we gotta look at the facts. It was very obvious she was killed by some sort of animal. Derek wouldn't be able to do that sort of thing. I know you'd like to think you nabbed a bad guy, but it turns out he just didn't do it."

"Has she at least been identified?" I wondered.

"Yes," my dad said warily. "This is where it gets more complicated. It turns out this girl is Laura Hale, Derek's sister. He even helped us identify her."

My mouth nearly fell open. Derek's sister? How fucked up was this guy? I mean he murdered his own sister? Jesus, the guy had issues. Well, I mean I guess I kind of understood considering his family burned alive in a fire years ago, but dude. Why murder the only family you have left?

"Son of a bitch," I muttered.

"Look," my dad tried to soothe, "you helped us find the body. Without you we would never have solved this case. You just have to accept Derek didn't do this."

I wanted to fight some more, but I held my tongue. I wasn't mad at my father. I was mad at Derek. I told my dad I would meet him at home and walked off to find Scott. Stupid Derek Hale with his skin tight t-shirts and alibis. He was a creepy motherfucker who murdered his own sister for no apparent reason. Scott would no doubt flip his lid when he heard about this. I scanned the field for him and didn't see him anywhere so I decided to check the locker rooms. Oh yes, Derek would be getting some hell from the both of us very soon. I walked into the locker rooms scanning for him. Yes sir, Scott would not be pleased when he heard-

I found Scott leaned against the lockers, Allison holding her lips to his. Damn. She pulled away and then he leaned forward for more contact. She didn't complain. They stayed lip locked for a few more moments before Allison flashed a perfect smile and Scott returned it with a starstruck look of his own. He was happy. He didn't kill anyone and now he had the girl of his dreams. I wouldn't ruin his night with the whole Derek thing. I would let him have this and tell him about all of it in the morning. Allison walked toward the exit and passed me on the way out.

"Hey Stiles," she said sweetly before leaving. I waved to her and turned around to approach Scott. A goofy looking smile was plastered on his face as if nothing could ruin his night. I knew of one thing, but I would save it for tomorrow.

"I kissed her," Scott beamed.

"I saw," I replied with a small smile.

"She kissed me." Scott's grin widened.

"Saw that too. Pretty good, huh?"

"I don't know how," Scott breathed, "but I controlled it. I pulled it back. Maybe I can do this. Maybe it's not that bad."

I smiled at Scott knowing what he would do when he heard about Derek. "Yeah. We'll talk later, then." I patted him on the shoulder before turning to leave. He caught my arm before I could go any further.

"What?" Scott queried. I knew he wouldn't let go of this until morning now that he knew I was holding back something. He was literally like a dog with a bone, pun intended. I recounted what the medical examiner said about the body and how Derek was let out of jail.

"Are you kidding?" Scott asked stunned.

"No," I snorted, "and here's an even bigger kick in the ass. My dad ID-ed the dead girl with both halves. Her name was Laura Hale."

"Hale?" Scott choked.

"Derek's sister."

Scott had to take a minute to lean against one of the lockers in order to take it all in. I leaned next to him, waiting. I knew he would take it this way.

"This is why I wanted to wait until tomorrow to tell you," I informed Scott. "I didn't want to ruin your night."

"No," Scott said at last. "I'm glad you told me. Now I know. But why would he kill his sister?"

"I don't know," I answered truthfully.

"Well, we need to find out."

"Tell me about it," I said. We sat there for a few more minutes before I grabbed his hand and led him outside to my car. Before I climbed into the driver's side he surprised me and grabbed me up into a hug. It was nice, but completely unexpected. Sure, Scott and I were no strangers to touching each other. We usually had some form of contact when we were together and even tried making out when we were twelve. Neither of us liked it. Still, that didn't stop me from giving him kisses on the cheeks sometimes. I realized we hadn't really had much contact after the whole werewolf thing, but something told me that was about to change. Scott let me go and smiled warmly.

"What was that for?" I wondered with a mirrored smile.

"I don't know," he replied. "I just needed it. Is that ok."

"Of course it's ok you fucking idiot." Scott knew that was Stiles-speak for "I love you, man." Scott got into the jeep and his smile morphed from one of friendship to expression of a horny teenage boy. I knew his mind was on Allison again. Typical. I was happy for that fact. His mind was so focused on Allison that he didn't notice the dark shadow lurking in the corner of the parking lot. He didn't notice me stop to glare at the figure before continuing the drive home. And Scott definitely didn't notice the smirking glare he gave in return. No, I was glad he was thinking of Allison, because he deserved to be obsessed with her. He wasn't obsessed with Derek Hale like I was. Why was I obsessed with Derek Hale? If only I knew.