Hey guys! Sorry that I took so long, but here's the longest chapter I am probably going to ever write for this story! But I hope you all enjoy! :) Oh, and I have some semi-bad news: I'm going to be working at camp for the summer but I'll be able to come home on weekends to write, but don't expect another chapter to be put up until the Saturday or Sunday after this upcoming weekend.

And for all the readers who are Canadian, just want to wish you an early "Happy Canada Day!" :) and to any other readers from other countries whose home is celebrating a holiday sometime this week, weekend or next week... I wish you a good one too!

Arden's POV:

After fifteen minutes of some-what productive studying, a call from Danny served as the perfect distraction.

"So what's his name again?" I asked Danny, interrupting his deep, intelligent thoughts on how sexy this guy's smile was and his freaky resemblance to Taylor Lautner.

Danny huffed, as if he's already told me before (which he probably did in that whole slew of info he hit me with as soon as I said "what's up?")

"Ethan,"

"What, you didn't get a last name?"

Danny chuckled "Well, considering we were only talking for like, five minutes: I was kind of distracted by other things to really get a last name."

I laughed, my dirty mind getting Danny's.

"Well, in the famous words of Bobby Finstock: Does it look promising?" I joked, referring to our lesson in Economics today.

Danny laughed loudly into the line.

"God, were terrible," he snickered, calming down and making me laugh "I know, but were talking about hot guys here: things are going to get ugly sooner or later,"

"Just like you and Stiles, right?" Danny teased playfully and I groaned.

"I swear Bobby's will be the death of me at Beacon Hills."

Danny laughed "Hey, he's not that bad and I have him for a coach, so I know what I'm talking about."

I rolled my eyes but replied "I guess…"

I could almost hear Danny's smirk as he added "Plus, if you and Stiles were getting it on, I wouldn't say it's a bad thing: You two could make some beautiful babies together."

I laughed at his comment, as a bit of blush suddenly crept on my cheeks "Thanks Danny, you and Ethan could probably make some beautiful babies too,"

"But… We kind of can't make babies…"

"Then you'll adopt beautiful children together,"

Danny laughed "Planning on it, so, how do you like living in Beacon Hills?"

"It's nice," I said easily, smiling "It's nice living somewhere where it's not totally crazy and larger-than-life,"

Although, as soon as those words left my mouth, I couldn't help but think how ironic they sounded: I had just learned that were-wolves were running around this town and being hidden in abandon banks.

Sadly, that's still more normal than a day in Hollywood.

"Well, things have definitely gotten interesting with you and Meg around here... Speaking of interesting, do you think Scott and Meg are going to hook up?"

I paused.

Normally, when someone asks a personal question like that-like the pap's- I tell people to fuck off and mind their own business. But when Danny asks that, he's not looking for a scoop to put on the front page of tomorrow's paper: He's asking because he genuinely cares.

"I don't know," I answer honestly, sitting up from lying on my bed "Meg's still dealing with problems,"

"-and a stupid song written by a prick,"

I smiled "-and a stupid song written by a prick; but, between you and me, I hope so. I really do."

Suddenly, I heard Meg's cell phone going off in the other room. After it rang for the second time, I knew Meg was asleep because she normally answers it after the first ring.

"Listen Danny," I said, getting his attention as he was discussing who out of Scott and Meg would admit their feelings first "I got to go, but we're still going shopping on Saturday to find you a seducing outfit right?"

Danny laughed "Yeah, but remember to bring Meg along: She's the only person I trust to tell me whether I look hot or not."

I let out a dark laugh as the phone rang again "Gee Danny, I feel so valued and trusted that you think of my opinion so highly: please, don't ever change."

Danny laughed "See you tomorrow Arden,"

I grinned "See you tomorrow Danny boy,"

I hung up after he laughed saying "Bye," and quickly hurried into Meg's room and grabbed her phone before it woke Sleeping Beauty up from her nap.

Not recognizing the number, I was a bit cautious when I said "Hello?"

"Meg! Thank God!" a female voice exclaimed in relief

"Lydia?" I asked, surprised.

"Yeah, Meg I need your help!" Lydia sounded scared "I phones the cops, Stiles, you-"

"-Lydia," I said, interrupting her rambling "It's Arden, not Meg."

She paused "Why do you have Meg's phone?"

"Because she's sleeping at the moment," I explained "But what's wrong? Why are you freaking out?"

"Because I found a fucking dead body at the community pool, that's why!"

I almost dropped my phone.

Now, Lydia and I were kind of friends (and at the same time, not really) but when a dead body is involved, I'll be anyone's best friend.

"Stay there Lydia!" I exclaimed running back to my room and throwing on my favourite coat, a jean jacket with "Nirvana-Never Mind" cover art sewed on the back of it "I'll be there soon!"

Hanging up, I grabbed my phone, tossed Meg's back on her bed and ran down stairs to Stiles looking at me.

"Lydia called," I explained, re-tying the laces of my shoes "She found a dead body at the community pool."

"She phoned me too," Stiles nodded "but that's not all the bad news,"

Suddenly, I noticed Uncle Peter and Isaac were nowhere in sight.

I turned back to Stiles for an explanation.

"I'll explain in the car," he said, holding up his keys.

Quickly, we got into his jeep and drove off to the scene of the crime.

"So the bank that Boyd and Erica were being held in, it was made of moonstone," Stiles explained as he drove through the downtown area "Moonstone, blocks moonlight, so it can prevent a werewolf inside from shifting on the full moon."

"That's not a good thing, is it?" I asked. Even though he faced the room, I could see his expression darken.

"Not at all," he agreed "Because if a werewolf doesn't shift on the full moon they get a little crazy….And Boyd and Erica were held in there for four months,"

My stomach tightened "Which means they haven't shifted for four full moons,"

Stiles nodded pulling into the parking lot "Which means they're more powerful, more blood thirsty and totally insane and Scott and Derek broke into the bank vault, letting the moonlight hit those two for the first time in fourth months."

Suddenly, I felt a little sick.

"A werewolf thunder bowl," I muttered, looking out the window trying to calm my stomach.

Man, Meg's going to have a cow when she finds this out.

"They're okay," Stiles assured me when I suddenly went quiet "It's just, now we have two crazy werewolves running around town, killing people."

I couldn't help but snort at his lame attempt to make me feel better "Yeah, only that one minor detail."

He grinned, but his face turned serious when he pulled up to the pool.

I turned and saw Lydia frantically waving at us to come over.

Quickly, we got out and ran towards her.

Surprisingly, she pulled me into a hug, exclaiming "Thank God!" or "What took you so long?" or "I was just driving and somehow ended up at the community pool and found this dead body!"

Stiles soothed Lydia as he pulled out his phone to call someone, most likely Scott, as I looked over at the victim in the lifeguard chair.

My stomach knotted at the sight of all the blood on the poor guy.

It was actually really sad because I used to come to this pool when I was younger and my family visited here, but now no one's going to want to come here after word gets out there was a murder.

"I don't know Scott!" Stiles suddenly huffed in frustration "I kind of don't really want to take a closer look at a dead body!"

I rolled my eyes, letting go of Lydia and grabbed Stiles phone out of his hands.

He gave me a look complete with a pout, but I ignored it as I put the phone up to my ear.

"Hey Scott," I said "It's Arden; I'll take a look at the dead kid."

Scott sighed in relief "Okay, I want you to see if there's any claw like marks in the throat area."

"Okay," I said, looking over. Not going to lie, I kind of wanted to gag, but I kept the contents of my stomach inside my stomach as I saw the claw marks.

"Yeah," I said, softly "There are,"

Scott went silent on the other line.

Stiles, grabbed the phone back from me, just like I did to him, and asked "So what are you thinking?"

I looked back at the poor boy; he looked about our age and suddenly noticed something on his finger.

It was a purity ring.

I looked back at Stiles and Lydia, wondering if they noticed the ring, but the familiar sounds of sirens stopped me before I could ask.

Later, after dropping Lydia back at her house, Stiles told me that we were going to the hospital.

"So why are we here again?" I asked Stiles as we walked through the hospital's front doors.

"Because Mrs. McCall has something she wants me, I mean, us to see,"

A grin broke out on my face "Aw, Scottie's mommy is a nurse? That's so cute!"

Stiles rolled his eyes, but before he could say anything, a tanned, pretty woman in nurse scrubs hurried toward us.

"Stiles," She said before noticing me "who's this?"

"Mrs. McCall, this is Arden Fox," Stiles said, pointing to me "Arden, this is Mrs. McCall."

I grinned "Hi there, it's nice to meet you," as we shook hands, Mrs. McCall gave Stiles a weary look.

"She's Derek cousin," Stiles explained with a simple shrug and her face visibly relaxed.

As soon as Mrs. McCall heard that, she went straight down to business, taking us to the morgue where all the dead bodies were kept and showed us the same boy we saw a couple of hours ago.

"You see? They don't look like a werewolf could do this," Stiles commented after Mrs. McCall listed off the causes of this boy's death, which he had been strangled, bashed in the head and cut up at the throat.

Which is all pretty gross, and horrifying that someone would do that to an innocent boy.

Mrs. McCall nodded "That's what I was thinking, especially when I saw this one," and she moved over to another bed with a sheet over it and pulled the cover back.

Suddenly, Stiles looked shocked as he stared down at the body of a dead girl.

I looked down too; even dead this girl was really pretty.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Stiles eyes watering, and I realized then that this wasn't just anybody.

Unfortunately, I had a feeling that the body lying in front of us was 100% Stiles' friend.

Mrs. McCall stopped talking when she noticed our expressions.

"You knew her, didn't you?" She directed the question to Stiles, her face full of sympathy and sadness.

Stiles breathing hitched a bit as his brown eyes watered, and suddenly, I don't know whether it was because he looked too pained for me to bear, I grabbed his hand, lacing our fingers together.

Stiles nodded, "Yeah," he said, tightening his grip on mine, like he was afraid to let go or else he'd break down "she was a childhood friend of mine. Her name was Heather,"

Massive amounts of guilt and sorrow hit me and my own eyes started to water.

God, I had fucked up.

Mrs. McCall nodded, "I'll give you two sometime alone."

Stiles didn't seem to hear her as she left, leaving us both with a dead body and a room full of silence.

After a few moments and still holding hands, I replied "Do you want me to leave too?"

"No…. I'll be okay," Stiles said, sounding confident, and then he turned towards me "Look I want to apologize,"

"What for?"

"For trying to force you to talk when you're not ready too. I don't know why you're mad at me-"

"Stiles," I said, interrupting his rant "I'm not mad at you and stop apologizing here and bring such a fucking good guy because I'm the one who needs to say something here."

Stiles gave me his full attention as he continued "I'm sorry about being mad at you about the condom. It was immature and incredibly stupid of me to act the way that I did,"

I took a deep breath. It wasn't easy for me doing this: I'm not going to lie, I didn't really apologize much because I hated to.

But I hated the thought of Stiles thinking I hated him, more.

"-And it's not my business or care if you were dating Heather and had sex-"

"-What?" Stiles asked, interrupting me "You thought… Heather and I?"

Suddenly, I gave Stiles a weird look and nodded.

"We never had sex, Aardvark." Stiles said

"Oh, were you before…" I trailed off the question as his cheeks turned a little pink.

"Yeah," he admitted "But, she disappeared before we did anything. But, we weren't dating: She just wanted some sex for her birthday and I just wanted experience for when the right on comes along."

I nodded, now getting it, but also something else.

"So… You've never had sex before?" I asked him

He shook his head "How about you?"

"Me neither," I grinned as stiles looked shocked and let out a snort in disbelief.

"Wait- your being serious?"

I let out a laugh "Yeah why does that surprise you?"

Suddenly, his cheeks turned a deep shade of pink.

"Because… You're Arden Fox."

I laughed again.

"So?" I asked in a coy voice

"-So, you just seem like the kind of girl who wouldn't have trouble finding some guy to fuck."

I smirked, trying to hide the blush I was getting from Stiles subtly calling me "hot" "-Well, I'm waiting for the right person."

Stiles nodded "Cool, cool. Totally get that."

I let go of his hand and playfully pushed his shoulder as he grinned.

"So… Am I forgiven?" I asked him

"Only if you forgive me,"

I raised a brow "I think I can do that,"

He smiled and suddenly, he pulled me into a hug and I was so caught off guard I immediately returned it.

Suddenly, my body felt like it was on fire… but in a good way as we hugged.

Stiles was a great hugger….And he smelt great too.

I'm definitely going to phone Danny later and tell him about this.

I let go first, looking over between the two dead people in the room "Man, you weren't kidding when you said you looked your greatest fears in the eye,"

Stiles furrowed his brow "You have a fear of being in the same room as a dead body?"

"No," I said "Just dying a virgin,"

Stiles let out a chuckle, but then it got dropped short.

"What did you say?"

I paused. "Dying a virgin? That boy over there, he's a virgin. He has a purity ring on his finger and Heather's a virgin: unless she had sex before she was killed; but the odds of that are literally 4%, so she probably died a virgin too."

Stiles expression was one of deep thought as commented "They also have the same injuries,"

I looked, and suddenly, I noticed for the first time that they did.

"Yeah, that's…" I didn't finish my thought because for once, Stiles and I were on the same page.

Suddenly, Stiles eyebrows shot upwards.

"Mrs. McCall!" Stiles yelled, running out of the room "Has anyone else come in here tonight?"

Confused, but with the feeling of excitement as adrenaline pumped through my veins, I hurried out of the Morgue, looking around for Stiles, wondering where he went and what the fuck was going on.

With Stiles, he was the only one to make me feel five steps behind everyone else.

Suddenly, Stiles ran towards me, his face glowing

"They're all virgins," Stiles replied

"What?"

"The murder: He's killing virgins. Heather, the boy, they were both virgins and the girl I just talked to whose girlfriend is missing was a virgin too."

I felt shocked because it all made sense.

"But why are people being killed because of their virginity?"

Stiles paused; thinking hard as he finally said "I don't know… But if they're being killed for what I think they're being killed for. Then it's not good."

For the first time all evening, a horrible feeling suddenly hit me.

"What are you thinking they're being killed for?" I asked

Stiles looked at me with a serious expression that actually scared me before he said "Sacrifices,"