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Four

So much for me sussing this out without Scott and Stiles tagging along, Rose thought to herself as she traipsed after her brother and his best friend.

She'd purposely left school early only to be roped into watching the training for the Beacon Hills lacrosse team by Lydia Martin, Jackson's girlfriend and Allison Argent-the girl her brother was drooling over during English class. Whatever was happening to Scott was plainly evident to Rose when he managed to block every ball coming to him in the goals. The shitty coach had put Scott in goals for one reason and that was to give the Beacon Hills jocks a confidence boost when they kicked his ass.

"Rose!" Scott shouted. "Careful!"

Rose stopped just in time to miss falling into a creek. She breathed a sigh of relief. "Mother fu-" she swore. Carefully Rose jumped on a rock, using them as stepping stones. When she got to the other side, Stile stared at her.

"Since when have you been afraid of water?" he snorted. "I remember a certain McCall skinny dipping about eighteen months back because she forgot her swimmers."

Scott groaned. "Dude! Can you not remind me! I'm going to have that seared into my brain!"

Rose laughed. "Speaking of…the way you were ogling the new girl…Allison Argent? Scott and Allison sitting in a tree! K-i-s-s-i-n-g. First comes love, than comes marriage-"

Scott threw a rock at Rose but she caught it. "You're a cow!"

"Moo," she grinned. "So, tell me what happened to you during training this afternoon?" Rose asked him. "You were like all Clark Kent turns Superman."

Scott shrugged. "I don't-I don't know what it was. It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that's not the only weird thing. I-I can hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things."

Stiles paused. "Smell things? Like what?"

"Like the mint mojito gum in your pocket," he groaned.

Stiles dug through his pockets. "I don't have any mint mojito-" he stopped dead when he pulled the stick out.

"Rose smells like a freaking cat!" Scott continued, pointing at his sister.

She snorted. "How on earth can I smell like a cat?" In her mind, Rose swore to herself, so Scott could smell she was different as well. Maybe she should just tell him.

"So all this started with a bite?" Stiles frowned.

Scott spun around. "What if it's like an infection, like, my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?"

Rose raised an eyebrow. She'd thought exactly the same thing after she'd been attacked. It took her a while to understand what she'd been exposed to and that she was no longer human anymore.

"You know what?" Stiles frowned. "I actually think I've heard of this-it's a specific kind of infection."

The colour in Scott's face drained away more than it already had. "Are you serious?"

Stiles crossed his arms. "Yeah. Yeah, I think it's called-lycanthropy."

Rose's eyes widened. Holy shit! How could she be so blind! That's why he smelt like wet dog! Scott was a werewolf!

"What is that? Is that bad?" Scott panicked.

Rose slapped herself in the head. Sometimes Scott was so stupid.

Stiles nodded. "Oh, yeah. It's the worst. But only once a month."

"Once a month?" Scott gasped.

Again, Stiles nodded. "Mm-hmm. On the night of the full moon." He threw back his head and howled a little. When he saw Scott's face he shrugged. "Hey, you're the one who heard a wolf howling."

Meanwhile, Rose was kicking herself. How could she have not put two and two together like level-headed Stiles? Come to think of it, he was actually taking this really well. It endorsed the whole telling the truth thing. She grinned, making up her mind to tell Stiles. Scott on the other hand was giving her second thoughts.

Scott started looking around at where they were. "I could have sworn this was it!" he grumbled. "I saw the body, the deer came running, I dropped my inhaler."

The three of them started looking around for Scott's inhaler.

"Maybe the killer moved the body," Stile suggested.

Scott stared at him. "If he did, I hope he left my inhaler, those things are like eighty bucks."

Rose suddenly froze. Standing behind them, watching them with an intense glare was another werewolf, judging by the smell. He wore a pair of black jeans, boots, a white shirt that seemed to mould around his abs and a leather jacket. He studied her like she studied him. Both Scott and Stiles noticed the instant dislike the two of them seemed to give up. She clenched her fists, her claws stabbing into the palms of her hands to calm her down and make the growl forming in her throat go away.

"What are you doing here?" he snapped. "This is private property."

Stiles cleared his throat. "Uh-sorry, man. We didn't know."

"We're looking for my brother's inhaler," Rose managed to spit out.

He dug through his pocket and through something at Scott-it was his inhaler. Not that it was going to do him any good now. Rose had found that since the Incident-the only things that made her sick were Tiger Claws, a sort of flower that was found in Africa and Australia. It, and blessed blades were the only thing that could harm her.

He glared at them one more time before skulking off.

"Dude that was Derek Hale!" Stiles gasped. "You remember right?" he asked, seeing the look the twins were giving him. "He's only, like, a few years older than us. His family, they all burned to death in a fire, like, ten years ago."

"We were six, dude," Rose replied bluntly. She crossed her arms. "Scott, you're gonna be late to work."

Scott looked at the time and swore.

Rose tossed him the keys to the car. "I'll hitch a ride with Stiles."

"Thanks!" Scott grinned. He took off running, leaving the two of them to walk back to Stiles' car.

Stiles ranted and raved about Derek and the dead body and how Scott was freaking about becoming a werewolf-with an added side snigger. They were about twenty minutes from the reserve before Rose spoke.

"What do you see when you look at me, Stiles?" she asked in that tone that told him that she was serious.

Stiles stared at her as he drove. "What do you mean? I see the same girl I grew up with that got me and Scott in heaps of trouble."

Rose raised an eyebrow at this. "I'm serious, Stiles. What do you see?"

Stiles sighed. "Rose McCall. That's who I see." He turned his attention back to the road.

For a second there was nothing but silence between them. Than Rose spoke again. "Take another look."

He turned his head to look at her again and when he saw the flash of glowing blue eyes. He gasped and slammed his foot on the breaks, not believing what he was seeing… "That's not possible…" Stiles whispered.