Chapter two

Two days later, Wendy sat in the bleachers with Allison and Lydia again. She kept an eye on her brother, who still had no clue what he was, and wondered where the hell Stiles was. She hadn't realized that her leg was moving incessantly until Allison put a hand on her leg.

"Are you alright?" Allison asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said. "I don't see Stiles. . .never mind."

She let out a sigh of relief when she spotted Stiles coming onto the field. Allison smirked when she realized why she was so nervous.

"Do you like that guy?" Allison asked her. "The one talking to your brother?"

"Stiles?" Wendy asked her. "Noooo. Why do you ask?"

"You were kind of freaking out that you couldn't find him," Allison asked.

Wendy let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Alright, fine, yes. He's been my best friend for nearly all my life and I've been in love with him for nearly that amount of time," Wendy said with a sigh.

"Why haven't you told him?" Allison asked.

"Because he's in love with someone else," she said sadly, looking at Lydia, who was oblivious to the conversation.

"Oh," Allison said sadly. "I'm sure you can find someone else, maybe."

"He's the only guy that I will ever love," she said seriously.

Before Allison could say anything else the whistle blew and the game began. The pace was fast and brutal. When the ball got passed to Scott, Jackson came right after him. Lacrosse sticks smacked down on his gloves, Scott stumbled forward and slammed to the ground, kicking up dirt around him. The whistles stopped the play. Jackson stood over Scott, glowering down at him as he picked the ball up with a gloved hand. Scott pushed himself up off the ground.

Coach gave the whistle a sharp blow, starting the next play. Scott and Jackson found themselves staring across from each other at the draw, crouched down with their sticks waiting for the assistant coach to drop the ball. At the whistle, Scott moved with shocking speed, grabbing the ball right out from under Jackson.

Scott charged the length of the field. Defense lashed out with their sticks, but he parried expertly. Jackson caught up and made a furious stab at stealing the ball. Then with Defense converging on him - - Scott twisted his lacrosse stick around, keeping the ball safely in the pocket while he literally flipped forward, leaping right over the heads of the Defensive players. Feet landing on the turf, he whirled around, tossing the ball in an over the shoulder shot past the goalie, and right into the net.

Wendy's mouth opened in shock as the crowd in the bleachers roared with cheering, Allison on her feet along with everyone else, everyone except Stiles. They shared a dumbfounded look with on another as everyone cheered.

"McCall, get over here!" the coach yelled.

He trotted over to him, everyone watching with trepidation.

"What in the name of God was that? This is a lacrosse field. Are you trying out for the gymnastics team?" he demanded.

"No, coach," Scott replied.

"Then what the hell was that?" Coach asked.

"I don't know. I was just trying to make the shot," Scott told him.

"Well, you made the shot. And guess what? You just made starting lineup," Coach told him.

Cheers erupted around him as team members slapped him on the back and knocked his helmet with their gloves, a deliriously happy Scott doesn't even notice Wendy's and Stiles' worried looks. Wendy walked down the bleachers to Stiles.

"He's a werewolf," she whispered to him.

"Yeah, probably," Stiles said and then turned to face her. "I'll pick you up after school. We've got some research to do."

"What? You think by putting werewolf into Google you'll know everything?" Wendy asked him.

"Uh, yeah," Stiles said.

"Let's stop by the town library before we go to your house," Wendy told him with a roll of her eyes.

They spent most of the evening at his house researching: flipping through books and going through dozens of websites and articles. Fingers clicked furiously over a keyboard. Eyes locked onto his computer screen, Stiles bounced from one web page to the next. Words and images pop up on the screen, flashing across his face. He paused when he heard Wendy say his name.

"Yeah?" he asked, turning around and found her asleep across his bed with a book across his chest.

His eyes widened. Was she dreaming about him? He blushed furiously when she let out a moan, clutching his sheets. He stared at her and jumped when someone knocked on his door. It was probably nothing, Stiles decided. Wendy sat up in alarm, rubbing sleep from her eyes. She saw Stiles rush to the door, unlocking it to find Scott standing out in the hall.

"Get in. You have to see this. We've been reading. Websites, books, all this information," Stiles said.

As Scott took off his jacket, Stiles started grabbing printouts from his desk, pulling his computer screen around, dozens of open web pages on it.

"How much Adderral have you had today?" Scott asked him.

"A lot. Doesn't matter. Just listen," Stiles said.

"Is this about the body? Did they find who did it?" he asked.

"No, they're still questioning people. Even Derek Hale - - " Stiles told him.

"The guy from the woods. . ." Scott trailed off questioningly.

"Yeah, but that's not it," Stiles said.

"What then?" he asked.

"Remember the joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore," he said, about to read from one of the books. "The wolf. The bite in the woods. We started doing all this reading and - - Do you even know why a wolf howls?"

"Should I?" Scott asked.

"It's a signal. When a wolf is alone it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack. So if you heard it howling that mean there's others. Maybe a whole pack of them," Stiles told him.

"A pack of wolves?" Scott asked.

"No, werewolves," Wendy and Stiles said together.

"You're seriously wasting my time with this? You know, I'm picking Allison up in an hour," he told them.

"I saw you on the field, Scott. What you did wasn't just amazing. It was impossible," Stiles told him.

"So, I made a good shot," Scott said.

"Scott, you haven't been good all summer, no offense. So, how are you that good, all of a sudden?" Wendy asked him.

"The way you moved - - the speed, your reflexes - - people can't suddenly do that overnight. And then there's the hearing, the senses, and don't think I haven't noticed you don't need your inhaler anymore. You haven't used it since that night," he told him.

"I can't think about this now. We'll talk tomorrow, okay?" Scott asked him.

"Tomorrow? Don't you get it? The full moon is tonight," Stiles said.

"What are you trying to do? I just made starting lineup. I have a date with a girl I can't believe actually wants to go out with me. Everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it?" Scott asked.

"We're trying to help," Wendy told him.

"With the full moon it's going to be too hard to resist and there's no going back. You're cursed, Scott. And it's not only that the moon causes you to change, it's also when your blood lust will be at its peak," Stiles said.

"Blood lust?" he asked.

"Your urge to kill," Stiles replied.

"I'm already starting to have an urge to kill, Stiles," Scott told him.

"You need to hear this, the change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse. And I've never seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does. You have to cancel your date. You have to call her," Stiles said grabbing Scott's jacket, pulling his cell phone out.

"What are you doing? Give me that," Scott demanded.

This scene suddenly felt very familiar to her and in a flip second she remembered why. It was nearly the same scene from her dream and it was unfolding right in front of her. She felt her heart skip in her chest.

"Give me that!" Scott yelled.

Stiles looked up to see Scott's eyes flash yellow for a brief second. His voice low and guttural, he yanked the phone out of his but before he could shove Stiles against the wall, Wendy stepped in front of him. Before he knew what he was doing he was swinging his arm out, striking her against the face. She fell to the floor, her nose bleeding. He shoved Stiles against the wall, pulling back before striking him, but instead of hitting him he hit the chair; sending it flying across the room.

"I didn't mean to do that," Scott said, starting to help Stiles up but he flinched back. "I'm sorry. Really, I didn't mean it. I have to go. I have to get ready for the party. I'm sorry."

Grabbing his jacket, Scott hurried out. Stiles rushed to Wendy's side and helped her up.

"Are you alright?" Stiles asked her.

"Yeah, I'm fine, gonna need some tissues though," Wendy told him and he winced.

"I think it's starting to bruise," Stiles said.

"Damn," she whispered.

"Do you feel like going to the party?" Stiles asked her.

"Why not? It's not like my nose is bleeding or anything," Wendy said sarcastically.

The party was in full swing when the two slipped into the party. They scanned the crowd, looking for any sign of Scott. They looked past the drunken, dancing teenagers but could not find him.

"He doesn't seem to be here yet," Stiles told her. "I'll get some drinks while we wait."

He disappeared into the wave of hormonal teenagers, leaving her waiting for him. She was by herself until Lydia walked up to her.

"And here I thought you would never be caught dead at a high school party," Lydia said and then she gasped when she saw Wendy's bruised nose. "What happened to your nose?"

Wendy smiled. She had spent the entire ride here trying to come up with a plausible story for what happened and she had found one.

"I had ended up staying late at the library, and I was waiting outside for Stiles to come pick me up when I got mugged," she told her with a reassuring smile.

"And he just punched you in the nose?" Lydia asked her.

"Well, that happened after the attempted mugging. I kicked him in the gonads and he reacted by punching me in the face. Luckily, Stiles showed up," Wendy replied.

"Well, I'm glad you're alright and you're lucky your nose isn't broken," she replied. "And gonads? Really? You know, I don't think I ever heard you say penis."

"I've said it, I can say it. I can totally say it," Wendy said scoffing.

"Then say it," Lydia said, challenging her.

"P-p-pernis," Wendy stuttered, her cheeks red.

"What's a pernis? That's not even a word," Lydia said with a sigh.

It was at that moment that Stiles came with the drinks and he was startled to see Lydia. He grinned at the sight of her.

"Hey, Lydia," Stiles greeted a little too eagerly.

With a roll of her eyes, she turned and walked away. Stiles sighed and handed her a drink.

"Well, at least she acknowledged me," Stiles said.

"She rolled her eyes at you," she told him.

"Yeah, and I say that's progress," Stiles said.

Wendy rolled her eyes and took her sip of her drink but spat it out a moment later. She glared at Stiles.

"This is beer," Wendy told him.

"Crap, I forgot you hate beer," he said and took the cup from her, handing it off to someone else.

When Scott finally arrived Wendy nudged him in the side when he walked in with Allison. They nodded at each other and kept a close eye on the werewolf as he danced with Allison. They were talking with their friend Harley when Scott rushed passed them. They hurried through the crowd and rushed out the door just in time to see Allison getting in the car with Derek Hale.

Stiles drove like crazy to get to their house with Wendy gripping the seat tightly. He pulled up to the house and jumped out of the car. They burst into the house, running up the stairs, and began pounding on the door.

"Go away!" Scott yelled.

"Scott, it's us!" Stiles yelled.

The door opened an inch, but only an inch.

"Let us in, Scott, we can help," Wendy said.

"No," Scott growled. "Listen, you have to find Allison. Take her home - - "

"She's fine. We saw her get a ride," Stiles said. "She's totally fine."

"Stiles, I think I know who it is," Scott said.

"Just let us in and we can talk," Wendy said.

"It's Derek. Derek Hale's the werewolf. He's the one who bit me. He's the one who killed the girl in the woods," Scott said.

"Scott. . ." Stiles said after a moment of silence. "Derek's the one who drove Allison from the party."

They heard nothing from the other side but the sound of an opening window.

"We need to check on Allison," Wendy told Stiles.

They arrived in front of Allison's house and rang the doorbell until her mother answered the door.

"Hi, Mrs. Argent, we're friends from school and we just wanted to make sure Allison made it home safely from the party. Her date ,my brother, got sick, and had to leave. We were just checking to see if she got a ride," Wendy told her.

"Allison! It's for you!" her mother called and the two of them sighed in relief at sight of her at the top of the stairs.

"Nice cover," Stiles said as they drove away.

"Yes, well, had to think quickly otherwise you probably would have something stupid," Wendy told him.

"Hey!" he exclaimed and then he let out a sigh. "Yeah, you're right."

"I usually am," Wendy said.

They drove around for hours until the light from the rising sun began to peak in the sky. They found him walking by the side of the road when Stiles pulled up beside him. Wendy climbed into the back seat, allowing Scott to slide into the passenger's seat. It was silent for a moment until Scott spoke up.

"You know what actually worries me the most?" Scott asked.

"If you say Allison, I'm gonna punch you in the head," Stiles said.

"She probably hates me now," Scott said with a groan.

"You're a werewolf and you're seriously worried about a girl right now? You need to sort out your priorities," Wendy told her brother.

"I doubt that she hates you. But you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology.. Or you know, you could just tell her the truth and tell her the fact that you're a freaking werewolf," Stiles said, looking over at his best friend who glared at him. "Okay, bad idea. . hey, we'll get through this."

"Yeah, because you have us," She said giving her brother a loud kiss on his cheek and he groaned, wiping off the saliva.

"You just had to make it weird," Scott told his sister who grinned.

"That's my job and don't you forget it," she said.