AN: Hola amigos! I'm back and publishing this chapter early. The other one will be published tomorrow. I didn't want to study for a test tomorrow. I swear I have something major due every Friday, BUT I will not give up on this story until it is finished! I know the feelings too well of a FF going on hiatus or being discontinued, usually they're the good ones too. I want to thank all the new followers: A lone Black Angel, Kaseytrue, We're All M-M-Mad here, Kalbus2002, and Silversnakes. When I get an email alert about you guys following it brightens my day. Thanks to those that reviewed: Shadow-wolf78. This story wouldn't be on here without ya'll's support. This chapter was kinda short but next chapter is very detailed orientated.

Warnings~ Not beta'd. Kinda fluffy but I promise there will never, ever be anything between the two. I actually have someone for Trevor in mind. ;D

Disclaimer: seriously? Would I be writing ff if I owned Teen Wolf? but if I did, well Jackson would be back in Beacon Hills for one.


Chapter 4: Revelations

"Are you sure?" Trevor asked stopping in the middle of the steps.

"I'm pretty damn sure!" Farren yelled standing up. Frustration and anger were evident in his eyes. "They were there this afternoon and now they're not!" To emphasize his point he tugged down the collar of his shirt revealing slightly red skin.

Trevor's sea blue eyes went wide and he backed away. He forgot that he was in front of the stairs so he went tumbling down them. He looked back up at Farren terrified. Farren saw the terror in his new friend's eyes and felt disgusted with himself. He launched off the porch and over Trevor's fallen form. He sprinted to the beach looking back to see Trevor scrambling to get back on two feet. This persuaded him to faster, not wanting to be caught. He reached the beach faster than he originally thought and collapsed on the sand. He wrapped his appendages around his shaking body forming a ball like shape, tears slowly rolling down his cheeks.

The look Trevor gave him was burned into his brain; it was one of shock and horror. 'What the hell am I?' Farren asked himself repeatedly in his head. He began wonder why this happened to him and if the person he was before knew this. He just sat there watching the waves crash against the shore wanting to disappear.


Trevor watched as Farren bolted from the porch and was not quick enough to catch the direction the amnesiac boy went. The first the thought that went across his mind was 'I have to tell them.'

Trevor pulled out his phone and dialed his uncle's number. He picked up immediately.

"Yes?" His uncle drawled.

"They're fully healed. He freaked and ran. I'm not sure what to do or where he would go. You're more versed in this kind of thing than I am. I need your help. Your advice." Trevor rushed out before he breathed. He inhaled deeply waiting for his uncle's response.

"Calm down. That's vital in finding him. Remember he's one of them now. Find him before his pack does." And with that, his uncle hung up.

"Shit." He muttered.

'He couldn't have gotten far.' Trevor thought scanning around for any tracks or clues of the boy's whereabouts. Trevor took off in the direction he thought he might've gone. After doubling back, twice Trevor found Farren an hour later. The boy looked to be a daze; his eyes were glazed over and fixed on the ocean. The tears had long since ceased, but their tracks were still visible on his face. The area around his eyes were red indicating that he had only stopped crying recently. His hands were clutching the sides of his shirt and his arms were circling his legs where his chin was resting. He was so still not moving even when Trevor sat down next to him.

"What am I?" It was barely a whisper, but Trevor caught it over the crashing of the waves. Sighing at the loaded question, Trevor looked up at the sky.

'This is only going to freak him out more,' Trevor thought before he spoke.

"A Werewolf." He said eyeing the male searching for any signs that he was going to bolt again.

The other teen's body seemed to deflate. Farren finally looked at him. Trevor could practically see the questions swimming in his eyes.

"How do you know?" He finally asked looking back at the ocean. Trevor contemplated telling him the truth and decided that he should stick with the truth, well not the whole truth he still has a duty to his family.

"I found you near here covered in claw marks. I could see bone in some places. By the time I had dragged you back to my house, they had stopped bleeding." Which is odd because the others bleed out before I got them to the sidewalk – Trevor kept the last bit to himself. He didn't want to spook Farren off. Trevor stretched his arms out behind him leaning on them.

"I thought you were dead having bleed out before I could patch you up, but you still had a pulse, a faint one, but one nonetheless. I bandaged you up the best I could and laid you down on some towels." Trevor snuck a glance at Farren whose face was contorted with confusion. His eyes became hooded and he further slouched into his arms.

"Why didn't you contact the authorities or bring me to a hospital?" His tone was accusing. Trevor sighed, it was unavoidable, the truth.

"You healed abnormally fast. That's a trait of a werewolf. People would've noticed if you came in looking like a Thriller reject and left without even a scar." Trevor let this information sink in. However, Trevor didn't expect him to speak so quickly.

"How did I become like this?" Farren had freed an arm to motion to himself.

"You must've been scratched by an alpha since you didn't have any teeth marks on ya." Trevor looked back at Farren to see him staring back. His eyebrows were furrowed.

"You can be turned if an Alpha werewolf bites you or in some cases, such as yourself, if their claws go too deep." Trevor paused, a thought arriving at the forefront of his mind. "Are your sense heightened?"

Farren just stared at him. "What? I'm not sure what you're asking."

"Well let's test it. Can you hear my heartbeat? How about smell my shampoo?" Trevor had positioned his whole body so he was facing the newly turned werewolf. Farren grew quiet for a few seconds cocking his head to the side, giving him the image of a curious puppy. Trevor didn't say anything not even breathing while he waited for Farren who had closed his eyes in concentration. The silence was broken by Farren's deep inhale through his nose. Trevor's body tensed only relaxing and taking a breath when Farren replied.

"No. Can't hear anything but the waves and I can only smell the sea salt." Farren reopened his eyes. Trevor was just as confused as Farren felt. Trevor hadn't known any werewolf who was previously a human before so this was new to him.

"Maybe it takes a while for them to kick in," Trevor offered. "Keep an eye on them and tell me if anything changes."

That earned a short nod from Farren. Trevor was not prepared for what came next.

"So how do you know about werewolves?" He asked nonchalantly as if he was asking about the weather. His gaze calculating.

'Dammit.' Trevor internally cursed. He took a deep breath closing his eyes as he spoke.

"My family is different."

"How different? Are you a werewolf too?" Farren paused, whispering – "Or something else?"

Trevor huffed out a laugh. "Something else. God. Promise you won't laugh?" Trevor opened his eyes to gauge his friend.

"Dude. Apparently, I'm a werewolf now. Can't get any weirder than that." Farren caught Trevor's expression. "Can it?" Farren's tone had lost its merry tone. A pregnant pause followed. Trevor was thinking on how to articulate his response and Farren was having a mini-meltdown. Trevor waited for his friend to regain some composure before he spoke.

"Okay so it does get weirder. Werewolves are real so that means there has to be other things, right?" Farren broke the silence.

'You have no idea.' Trevor thought bitterly.

"My family can be traced all the way back to Ireland. We were originally called the Murúch or in laymen's terms, Mermaids." He shifted his sight to look at Farren to see any if any doubt had marred his features. He found none so he went back to looking out at the sea.

"We used to be a big family, or so says my great-grandfather. He said that the discovery of America had split the family. There are few of them left." Trevor's voice cracked when he mentioned his grandfather and felt a hand on his shoulder.

"You don't have to push yourself. I'm guessing he passed recently. You don't have to tell me your whole family history." Trevor gave him a terse nod and silence descended on the two. Farren waited but the silence had begun to bother him.

"So how come you don't have a tail or gills?" Trevor could hear a hint of humor in his voice. He snorted before replying, "We can grow them on will in the water. It's not like we touch any type of water and we sprout fins. That'd get annoying real quick."

"That's awesome." Farren breathed. Trevor was taken aback by his reply.

"What?"

"You can breathe underwater! Do you know how many people – including me – would kill for that? Wait; don't read too much into that. I'm not going to kill you. I owe ya." Farren joked putting his hands up. Trevor laughed. "Thanks."

"No problem. I do have another question, though."

"Hmm?"

"Can I see it?"

Trevor choked on his air and jerked his head to look at Farren.

"Whoa! I meant your tail. I don't roll that way; well I don't think I do…" Farren put his hand on his ever-reddening face. Trevor was wary but agreed earning a fist pump and an excited, "Yes!" from Farren.

"But." Farren looked defeated. "It'll be tomorrow. We have to inform my father." Trevor stood up stretching. Farren followed suit.

"Okay."

They both headed back to Trevor's house.


"Oh Thank God." Mike breathed before pulling Trevor into a hug. He had whipped open the door after Trevor sheepishly knocked on it (he had forgotten his keys because of today's earlier events).

"Dad. I'm fine," Trevor pulled away from his over affectionate father.

"Your uncle called and told me. You were gone for over an hour! I thought he did something." He glared at Farren who stepped back putting his hands up.

"No Dad. It's fine. He knows what he is and also knows about us." Trevor whispered the last part hoping that his father didn't catch it, but unfortunately, he did.

"What?!" He snapped.

Trevor ran his hand through his hair and gently pushed his father into the house not wanting anyone to witness the conversation that was sure to come.

"I told him because he asked about how I knew about werewolves. And I know that they could detect lies and I didn't want him to do anything rash out of anger of me lying to him." Trevor apologized to Farren through looks who looked hurt.

"You should've consulted me first!" He pointed a finger at Farren. "And you! If you ever-"Farren interrupted Mike before he could finish the threat.

"I won't. I owe him so much already. I owe him my life. I'd sooner loose mine than hurt him, but in a totally platonic way of course." Farren smirked when Trevor burst out laughing. His dad's glare softened and he turned on his heel to the kitchen. No doubt to start dinner. Trevor slapped on the back wiping tears from his eyes.

"Come on. Dad makes the best Ginger Glazed Salmon."

He followed Trevor into the dining room and started helping set the table. Farren thought it was least he could do.


AN: I know it's short. Forgive me! Hoped you liked the interaction between the two (Farren and Trevor). Doesn't Trevor's uncle remind you of someone? hmmm? no. damn. OH well. Anyway any questions, concerns, comments, or criticisms are welcome either in a review or a PM. See ya'll tomorrow with Chapter 5: Growing a Pair. The title is still in the works.