IMPORTANT: please READ! I may or may not have another chapter up tomorrow. If I don't get to post before tomorrow then I will not be updating this story till Monday 2nd June. My cousins are graduating this weekend and I won't be getting home till Sunday night so I won't be able to write much while there so if I don't post Ch 6 tomorrow look for it monday. Thank you to all who read, follow, and review you all are great. As always please review guys it helps me so much, thank you.

Next to Emma in the back of the jeep were three shovels and Scott and Stiles were oddly quiet. "So are you going to inform me on what we are doing?" she finally broke the silence. Scott went to open his mouth and Stiles slammed his friend in the chest with the back of his hand. "Is it something we shouldn't be doing? Like something that could possibly get us into a lot of trouble?" she said tempting sticking her head between the seats.

"Yes," Stiles answered abruptly biting his lip. "Can you not ask so many questions?"

"Can you inform me so I don't feel like a third wheel. All I know is we're going to find this body that Scott allegedly smelt decaying," she said calmly. The car became silent once more. Scott looked at Stiles with a serious look and back at Emma he sighed. "Stop the car," she growled leaning over Scott trying to open the door as Stiles lost control of the car driving on the wrong side of the road.

"FINE!" Stiles screamed as Emma smiled and sat back in her seat. "We believe Derek killed the girl in the woods and he is hiding the other half of the body. He's…something alright," Stiles sighed as Emma curled her lips.

"So you think Mr. Creepy Klepto killed a girl," she finally laughed Stiles sighed and pulled over.

"Maybe it is safer if you got…"

"Shut up and drive," she smirked smacking the back of his head as he grumbled and rubbed the back. They pulled up to an old burned down building as a black Camaro drove away. "There he goes," she whispered as they climbed out. Emma handed each a shovel and they followed Scott to a small dirt hill.

"Somethings different," Scott whispered as Emma looked around and Stiles at Scott.

"Just dig," she said as she was the first to break the soil tomb. As the whole got deeper the three teens began panting from exhaustion.

"What if Derek comes back?" Scott asked as Stiles nodded.

"I have a plan for that," Stiles answered as Emma looked up wiping the cold sweat that ran down her nose. "We all run separate ways and whoever he catches oh well."

"I was afraid you were going to say that," Emma sighed knowing her own strength.

"I hate that plan," Scott groaned as Stiles hit a bag.

"Wait," he shouted throwing the shovel in the dirt. They all bent down and began shoving dirt off of the top layer.

"Where did he learn to tie like this," she groaned as Scott and Stiles grew just as frustrated. They finally untied the bag and pealed the cloth back to find a top half of a black wolf. All three jumped out of the whole screaming.

"I thought you said you found the girl?" she screamed.

"You said you smelt blood," Stiles added.

"I told you something was different," Scott retorted. Emma covered her eyes not wanting to look at the animal any more.

"Wait, do you see that," Stiles said pointing his flashlight at a small purple flower.

"Aconitum," Emma said smartly shrugging as the boys looked at her as she rolled her eyes. "Aconite? One of the most poisonous plants in the world?"

"Also known as Wolf's bane," Stiles said finally understanding her.

"I'm lost," Scott sighed as Stiles growled. "You know the wolf man, Lon Chaney Jr. Classic werewolf movie of all time?" Scott slowly shook his head as Emma looked at him strangely. "You are so unprepared for this," Stiles mumbled walking over to the plant.

"What are you…" Emma trailed off as Stiles unrooted the plant that connected to a rope. As he pulled the rope up Emma looked around hoping Derek wouldn't return. "Isn't it strange…" she said to herself not getting the boys attention.

"Stiles," Scott said softly as the three looked back in the whole to see a girl looking back at them.

"Oh my God," Emma squealed covering her eyes. Stiles immediately hugged her as she buried her face in his chest. Stiles slowly handed Emma over to Scott as he made a phone call. Scott rubbed her back as she pushed back and looked at him. She looked at the body again and squatted. "Impossible," she whispered to herself a sudden of strength empowering her. "What the hell is that?" she snapped as Stiles got off the phone. The boys looked at each other nervous to say a word. "Someone better start speaking," she roared as they stepped back.

"I…don't know how to explain it," Scott sighed rubbing the back of his head as Emma laughed.

"Oh that is so original."

"Why did you come here in the first place, you invited yourself," Stiles asked.

"I thought you needed someone smart who actually knew something." Stiles squinted as she began bullshitting.

"What's the real reason you came?" Emma stood frozen looking at the boys as Scott looked at her like a lost puppy.

"I think he stole my neckless."

"Derek?"

"No the boogyman," she barked at Stiles who took a step back, "of course Derek. But that doesn't explain why you two are here, and what that…that thing is," she snapped pointing at the body. Scott sighed.

"Well the only way to explain it…I guess is just telling you the truth."

"Scott," Stiles whispered as Scott held up his hand.

"I'm…I'm well…I'm a werewolf," he said as Emma curled her lips like she always before laughing. "No, don't laugh or think me crazy. You saw with your own eyes," he barked as she looked back at the whole. For some strange reason she believed him and her face quickly changed.

"Oh my God," she said softly hugging putting the hood to her sweatshirt up. "You are serious," she quizzed as Scott slowly nodded. She walked toward Stiles jeep and looked at the boys. "One minute please," she smiled stepping in the drivers seat she closed the door and grabbed the steering wheel as both Scott and Stiles looked at her from a far. "What the hell?!" she screamed. She shook the car in frustration and continued to scream. She looked up at Stiles and Scott. Stiles seemed to be enjoying her freak out since she could see him laughing behind Scott. Stepping out of the car she pushed her hair back, held her head up high and walked back over to them. "You are both crazy and I'd like to go home now," she said slowly.

"Emma, believe what you will, but look carefully," Scott said slowly as she looked again at the girls body.

"Then the thing I hit…" she whispered trailing off as Stiles and Scott gave each other a curious look.

"What did you hit?" Stiles asked carefully not to upset her.

"I hit a wolf, a big bad wolf," she whispered as Stiles looked at her.

"With beady red eyes?" Scott added as she nodded.

"It was as if it was toying with me," she said slowly. "I thought my mind was messing with me, until I saw it again…when I accused Derek of stealing my necklace," she added puzzled. Her head shook quickly as she pushed the hood down her eyes growing wider.

"Emma?" Scott asked as she turned from them and began walking toward the house.

"Stop her," Stiles shouted as they ran over to her pulling her back. "Are you nuts?"

"He's not here, I just need proof he didn't steal it," she whined. They dragged her to the car and sat her in the back as they all sat there waiting. Exhaustion took over and they all fell asleep.

The three were awoken by the loud sound of police sirens and they looked around seeing Derek's car back in the parking space. "He knows we're here," Emma said nervously as the Sheriff walked up to the door with three deputies. "This is bad, this is real bad, if he really did kill that girl what makes you think he won't come after us," she said as Scott looked at her seriously.

"I won't let him," he added. Somehow what Scott said actually made her feel safe. They climbed out of the car and Emma sat on the hood of the jeep while Scott stood next to her.

"Hey where's Stiles?" she asked looking around as Scott shrugged. Derek was brought out in handcuffs and he looked over at Emma and Scott. He made eye contact with Emma as she smirked and waved like a princess. He gave her a dark look that cut deep, the cold that already bothered her became colder. "Let's go," she said softly as they put Derek in the sheriff's car.

"Wait," Scott whispered as they saw Stiles moving like a cat toward the car.

"What is he doing?" she whispered.

Derek's POV

Derek sat in the back looking at his knees. His jaw tight as the thoughts flooded his mind. Horrible, painful thoughts. The front passenger door opened he didn't even have to look up to know who it was. "Just so you know I'm not afraid of you," Stiles spoke trying to intimidate him. Derek looked up without saying a word. "Ok, maybe I am. Look. Doesn't matter, I just want to know something. That girl you killed…she was a werewolf. She was different kind of wolf. She could turn herself into an actual wolf. Scott can't do that. Is that why you killed her?" Stiles asked his voice quickening. Derek sat in a millisecond of silence sighing the cuffs dug into his wrist as he sat foreword.

"Why are you worried about me when it's your friend who's the problem?" he spoke as Stiles sat back. "When he shifts on the field what do you think they are going to do? Huh?" his voice carried the sorrow but his face never faltered. "Just keep cheering him on," he continued, "I can't stop him from playing but you can." Stiles looked at him nervously. Stiles looked outside as Emma gave him a puzzled look. Derek tightened his jaw again.

"What is it with you and Emma, she has a piece to play in this as well doesn't she?" Derek continued to stare down Stiles as Stiles mouth opened in shock.

"She has a role to play," Derek mumbled not giving Stiles the answer he wanted.

"So why did you steal her necklace?"

"That necklace she cherishes so much, is to keep her safe. You think I would take something of importance away from someone. What you think you can look these things up and become a master expert like that?" Derek sighed angrily snapping his finger the cuffs clanging to his movements. Stiles licked his lips in nervousness. "Protecting people is harder than snow staying solid in a fire," he said carefully. "And trust me, you are going to want to," Derek leaned forward. Before Stiles could ask another question the door flew open and he was pulled from the car. Derek glanced out the window making eye contact with Emma.

Emma's POV

As her eyes locked with Derek's she bit her lip. What was her attraction to him? Why when he looked at her she forgot her world? She forgot of accusing him of her necklace and she hated herself for that she knew he stole it, all she needed was proof. She looked at Stiles with his dad and sighed, as annoyed as Stiles' dad looked at him she could tell he loved him and that brought a sharp pain to Emma's heart. "Eh," she groaned grabbing her chest as her breath shortened and the pain grew stronger, she questioned what caused it, it certainly wasn't Stiles.

"Emma?" Scott spoke up grabbing her arm. Her eyes rolled back as she fell into darkness feeling her head hit the warm hood of the jeep she drifted in silence.

When she woke she was sitting in the back of Stiles jeep as Stiles sped down the street. "No, don't hang up," he yelled before slamming his phone into the cup holder, Emma grabbed her head and she looked around. "Good, your awake," he sighed nervously. "Listen, I'm going to take you home, and then I have…"

"No," she stopped Stiles as he looked at her through the rearview mirror.

"No?" he echoed.

"No, because if you drop me off your going to tell my mom a lame excuse…probably the same lame excuse that you told your dad of me staying up all night and collapsing from exhaustion or something, then I'll have to tell my mom the truth and right now I sound like a freak to myself," she barked as she began questioning the myths she heard growing up.

"My excuses are not lame," Stiles said lamely.

"My mom has a PhD in psychology you want to try explaining to a woman that gives everything an analysis?"

"Good point," Stiles sighed as she looked at him.

"What-" they both said at the same time.

"Sorry, you first," Stiles said laughing.

"What did Derek tell you?" she asked softly jumping to the front seat. Stiles never took his eyes from the road.

"Nothing too important, well nothing we already didn't know," he said quickly as she looked at him funny.

"What is it, that we know?" she asked.

"You ask a lot of questions you know that," Stiles laughed as she squinted at him. He took a deep breath knowing she wouldn't stop asking unless she knew the truth. "Fine, but this stays between you me and Scott," he demanded as she smiled child like.

"I promise, besides people would think I'm nuts," she laughed. For the rest of the drive back to Emma's house Stiles told her everything that he knew, he told her everything about Scott and to his knowledge of Derek, he gave her all the information she needed all but one small detail of what Derek had mentioned about her.

"So he lost his entire family in a fire?" she asked remorsefully.

"Well he killed the only surviving member," Stiles shrugged as she looked at him curiously as they pulled into the driveway.

"What was it you were going to ask me?" she asked as he shook his head.

"I…forgot," he sighed as she looked at him curiously.

"You forgot, or you just don't want to tell me," she laughed.

"No, I seriously forgot," he laughed as she nodded slowly and climbed out of his jeep. "Em," he shouted as she turned around. "Remember…"

"Tell no one I know," she groaned as he smiled and pulled the door closed before driving off. Emma walked into her house and found her mom sleeping on the couch. Emma slowly closed the door trying to not make a sound. When she turned around her brother stood in front of her covering her mouth preventing her scream to wake her mom.

"Where the hell were you?" he whispered as she licked his hand. "Don't like me," he growled wiping his hand on his pant leg.

"I was out."

"All night?"

"Yes, all night, I fell asleep at Lydia's and forgot to call," she shrugged running past him up the stairs.

"So if I call Lydia her story will match yours?" Felix chased after her.

"Yes, mom," Emma yawned closing the door behind her. Her room felt colder than normal…in fact her room was never cold. She had enough electric heaters to heat up three rooms in her own house. She walked around and turned the heaters on, but for some reason they wouldn't work. "Felix?" she called as he walked in her room. "Why isn't anything turning on?"

"You probably blew a fuse," he sighed, "I'll get it." Felix left her in her cold room alone. She sat in front of her mirror and grabbed her brush. As she looked up at her reflection the mirror looked as if it fogged over. She placed the brush down and stood up leaning forward she touched the cold glass and looked at her finger print in the fog. She took the sleeve of her sweatshirt and brushed the center of the fogged glass. Making eye contact with herself she gasped and looked away. She looked back at her reflection staring herself in the eyes. Her eyes were no longer pure green, but a strong white. "Impossible," she winced grabbing the hand held mirror that rested on her desk she looked normal. When she looked back at her reflection on her bigger mirror the fog was gone and she was normal once more. She rubbed her eyes a few times and stared at it in confusion. The four heaters in her room rumbled as they turned on and she smiled.

"Thank you," she shouted as knocked on her door. As she looked at herself in the mirror one last time she saw what looked to be someone standing behind her. When she had turned around she was alone in the room. "I should take a nap," she sighed crawling under her sheets. Before she fell asleep her phone began to ring and Emma groaned as she answered it. "Hello?" she said fighting a yawn.

"Didn't sleep well huh?" Lydia laughed on the other end.

"Nope, oh and listen, if my brother or mom call I was at your house last night sleeping on your couch."

"Got it, where were you really?" Lydia said pushy.

"No where," Emma sighed.

"Whateves, remember first game of the year is tonight."

"I remember, I wouldn't miss it for the world," Emma said rolling her eyes.

"Some how I doubt that," Lydia retorted.

"How's Jackson, you think he'll be ok for tonight?"

"He'll be fine," Lydia demanded as Emma nodded.

"Well I want a little more sleep before school, so I'll see you later," Emma laughed before hanging up on her friend.