Chapter four

The next morning, the Sheriff arrived at the Hale House to arrest Derek. Scott, Stiles, and Wendy were there, watching as the other werewolf was put into the back seat of the police cruiser. He was glaring at all three of them. Wendy and Scott had the decency to look ashamed. While no one was looking, Stiles slipped into the passenger's seat of the cruiser.

"Stiles!" Wendy hissed at him but didn't bother to go after him.

The twins watched as their best friend was pulled out of the cruiser by his father and was given a proper scolding, not that he would listen. The sheriff told him to get out of here and for once, Stiles did what his father asked him to do.

"Reclining your body in a horizontal position?" Wendy asked with a snort. "I'm surprised no one has murdered you yet."

"Frankly, I'm surprised that no has murdered you," Stiles hissed at her.

"Meow," Wendy said. "Someone's a grumpy puss."

"Just get your ass in the jeep," Stiles told her.

On their drive back home, the trio tried to figure out why the girl was buried with wolfsbane.

"I can't find anything about wolfsbane being used for burial," Scott said.

"Me neither," Wendy said, looking up from her phone.

"Just keep looking. Maybe it's like a ritual or something, like maybe they bury you as a wolf. Or maybe it's like a special skill, you know? Like something you have to learn," Stiles said.

"I'll put it on my to do list, right underneath figuring out how the hell I'm playing this game tonight," Scott asked.

"Maybe it's different for girl werewolves," Stiles said.

"Okay! Stop it!" Scott exclaimed.

"Stop what?" Stiles asked.

"Stop saying werewolves! Stop enjoying this so much," Scott told him, angrily.

Scott began to freak out. Wendy reached for her brother's shoulder.

"Scottie? Are you alright?" she asked her twin.

"No! No, I'm not. I'm so far from being okay," Scott said as he began to hyperventilate.

Was he having a panic attack? It looked like he was having a panic attack. Stiles used to get them after his mom died, she was the only one who saw him, except his dad, at those times.

"You know, you're going to have to accept this, Scott, sooner or later," Stiles said.

"He's right, Scott," Wendy said softly. "You need to calm down. Breathe slowly."

"I can't," Scott said.

"Well, you're gonna have to," Stiles replied.

"No, Stiles! I don't think he can breathe! Pull over!" Wendy told him and he slammed on the breaks.

Scott looked inside Stiles' bag and saw the rope of wolfsbane.

"You kept it!" Scott asked him.

"What was I supposed to do with it?" Stiles asked.

"Stop the car!" Scott told him.

Stiles slammed on the breaks. Wendy got out, took the bag, and threw it as far as he can into the woods. When they turned around, Scott was gone.

"Oh, that's great! Just brilliant!" Wendy said sarcastically and proceeded to punch Stiles in the arm.

Whilst driving, Stiles called the station to ask the dispatcher if she's received any odd reports. She wanted to know what he meant by odd. He went with "doglike person roaming the streets," which caused the dispatcher to hang up on him. Stiles tossed the phone into Wendy's lap in frustration.

"I don't know why you kept the wolfsbane," Wendy told him, rolling her eyes at him. "You know, sometimes you can be extremely smart or really dumb but there doesn't seem to be an in-between."

"I said I was sorry," Stiles said defensively. "Look, Scott will be alright. He always is."

"Yeah, by sheer amount of luck and sooner or later that luck is going to run out," Wendy said.

"You sound like Derek," Stiles said.

"Maybe Derek is right," Wendy snapped.

"Oh, is that older guy you were talking about earlier?" Stiles asked, a little furiously. "Are you crushing on Derek Hale? The killer?"

"NO! I barely know him. Just because I find him attractive and he is right about a few things does not mean that I have a crush on him. Besides, I think he's a dick," she replied. "And anyways, since when do you care?"

"Since you're my best friend and you're crushing on a murderer," Stiles snapped at her.

"You sound jealous, Stiles," Wendy told him, glaring.

"What is there to be jealous of?" he asked her.

"Nothing, absolutely nothing," she said and continued to stare out of the passenger's side window for the rest of the car ride.

She didn't say anything to him when she got out of the car. She stormed up to the front door, opened it, and slammed it behind her. Tears fell and she quickly wiped them away just as her mother entered the room.

"Honey, is everything alright?" Melissa asked her.

"I got into a fight with Stiles," Wendy told her mother.

"Like a real fight?" she asked in surprise and she nodded. "You want me to make hot coco and then we can talk about it?"

Wendy smiled and wrapped her arms around her mother. She always knew how to make her feel better and usually it was with hot chocolate. Later that night, she sat in the bleachers next to her mother and Sheriff Stilinski. Wendy shared a smile with her mother as they watched Scott get ready for his first game. She furrowed her brows when she saw Lydia walk up to talk to her brother and wondered what she was saying to him. Her eyes wondered over to Stiles, they hadn't talked all day and it troubled her. He hadn't even bothered to try and talk to her. Did he even care? She let out a sigh.

"Honey, it'll be alright, I'm sure Stiles will realize what an idiot he's being," Melissa told her daughter.

"Stiles? Are you two fighting?" the sheriff asked her.

"Yeah, it's nothing that we can't work out," she said, blinking away the tears. "I hope, anyways."

"Hey, don't worry about my son. Yes, he can be idiot but once he realizes that he is being one, he'll open his eyes and see what's been right in front of him all along," he said and her eyes widened causing him to chuckle. "I see the way you look at my son, it's the same way I used to look at my wife."

"Thanks, Papa Stilinski," she said, calling him by the nickname she gave him years ago, and he grinned.

The game started and Wendy watched her brother, carefully. Scott saw his own opening to get the ball, but Jackson checked him and knocked him down before he could reach it. Jackson scoured the point instead. Wendy narrowed her eyes at him. What was that jackass up to? She then spotted him arguing with Danny and suddenly it was clear to her what he was trying to do.

"That jackass," she muttered under her breath but it was loud enough for her mother to hear.

"Wendy," Melissa said sternly. "Who are you calling a jackass?"

"Jackson, Lydia's boyfriend. He's telling the others not to pass to Scott because he wants all the glory for himself," she told her.

"That jackass," her mother agreed.

That's when she saw her brother breathing heavily and her eyes widened. It looked like he was about to shift on the field, not even looking over at Allison and Lydia. When the ball is tossed up in the air, Scott leaped up and jumped off the shoulders of another player to catch it. He weaved through an entire field of players to score a point. Everyone but Lydia and Jackson cheered.

"Yes," Wendy said gleefully. "Eat that, Whitmore."

When an opposing team player got the ball, he looked at Scott for a moment before passing it to Scott. Wendy shared a look with her mother, who shot her a questioning look, and just shrugged her shoulders in reply. Scott scored again, this time by throwing the ball through the opposing goalie's stick. She gaped at her brother as he got the ball again, but as he approached the goal, she could tell that his blood lust was starting to take over. There was nothing she could do at this point and she began chewing on her thumb in anticipation. He suddenly relaxed and scored the winning point.

Wendy cheered along with her mother and they hugged tightly. She glanced at the field, just in time to see her brother take off with Allison following after him. She climbed down from the bleachers and chased after them, ignoring Stiles and his dad. She paused to take a breath, forgetting how out of shape she was, and then sped off again to the locker rooms. When she finally arrived, she spotted Allison and Scott leaning in for a kiss. Stiles came up behind her, breathing heavily.

"What'd I miss?" he asked her and she pointed at the lip locked pair.

Allison was leaving and they scrambled to find a hiding spot but they were already spotted. She waved at the two of them and Wendy shot her thumbs up with a wink. Scott walked over to the two of them with a blissful look on his face.

"I kissed her," he said dreamily.

"We saw," Stiles said.

"She kissed me," Scott said, unable to keep the smile off his face.

"Saw that too. That's pretty good, huh?" Stiles said.

"Like you would know," Wendy scoffed at him.

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

"Yeah, we'll talk about that later then," Stiles said.

"What?" Scott asked.

"The, uh, medical examiner looked at the other half of the body we found," Stiles said.

"And - "

"Well, I'll keep it simple. Medical examiner determined killer of girl to be animal, not human. Derek's human, not animal. Derek not killer. Derek let out of jail," Stiles said.

"Are you kidding?" Scott asked.

"No, and here's a bigger kick in the ass. My dad ID'd the dead girl. Both halves. Her name was Laura Hale," he said.

"Hale?" Scott asked.

"Derek's sister," he said.

"So, he wasn't the killer. I knew it," Wendy said with a roll of her eyes.

"Then why didn't you something earlier?" Stiles asked her.

"Because I knew that if I did, it wouldn't matter because you two had already made your mind up about him," she said. "He's a dick but he's not a killer. Glad to know you're speaking to me again, by the way."

"Wait, you two weren't speaking?" Scott asked.

"Look, I'm sorry about earlier," Stiles said. "I was just worried and I was taking it out on you. I shouldn't have and I'm sorry about not apologizing earlier."

"I forgive you," she said.

"Thank God," he said and he hugged her tightly.

Wendy smiled and closed her eyes briefly. She didn't notice that Stiles had sniffed her hair but Scott sure had. She never wanted this hug to end.