The woods were quiet no sign of wolves or disturbance. They pulled up at the tall derelict building. "Is he there?" said Stiles climbing out the jeep and walking slowly towards the front door.
"No he's not!" said Scott abruptly opening the door. The house was dark still a mess as the tables all upturned the chairs broken, all lay crumbled in a heap by the stairs. Scott held a growl down the house reeked of stale blood a thick grotty smell that he fought against thinking of Allison's rose sent, it made it less harsh, but the sight was no more pretty.
"errrr" said Stiles starring forwards the floor covered in a deep red substance, it wasn't that old still up holding the fresh deep red that burned though Scott human defences, his eyes became gold as he fought back against his sudden blood cravings, not daring to even glance at his friend. "What do you reckon happened here? This isn't Kate's blood!"
"No it's not, it's not human it smells to strange"
"What like a wolf's, not Derek's!" he exclaimed!
"No not Derek's he hasn't been here in a while but someone has but there scent it's so masked, so wolf like hardly human!" Scott bent down brushing his hand lightly over the blood a strange thought up rose, something coming, something that felt to him almost already there. Stiles shuffled wrapping his arms around himself, Scott hadn't noticed the sun was gone he gazed out the window the dark grey clouds which had erupted out of nothingness, the house was darker hiding an unusual presence, he wanted to leave, his skin crawled, a slow numb pain that flared along his arm, prickling. "Stiles let's go he's not here" Scott got up and followed Stiles towards the creaking door, his mind was blurred, the smell became sharp a horrible distaste, he felt sick, and retched slightly. Stiles threw the door open. The cold exploded scattering into the house, dancing around Scott, he shivered and fell to the floor with a groan, he was going to be sick he knew, he tried to call stile's name but only a whimper, so animal like came out. Stiles ran towards Scott bending down beside him he had seen it before when Scott was sick but this was different, he didn't know what to do so he just sat there calling his name, no response. Scott's eyes turned yellow he was shaking so badly he could only look forward. A growl erupted from his mouth a little too animal like for Stile's taste; he backed away slightly in fear of Scott. Scott fingers were claws curling his hands over into paws, he scrapped at the ground trying to push himself up with no triumph from the dark brown splintered wooden floor., Stiles stood there aghast watching him wail and cry as his screams began to turn into howls of pain, as his back arched, slowly becoming less human and finally completely wolf. Scott stopped shaking his nightmare had come true but his thoughts were overrun by his instincts, Stiles sent was strong in the room a big danger although slightly familiar. Stiles grunted not knowing what to think, he stood still backed up against the end wall, watching the heavily panting wolf lying still on the floor its yellow eyes vibrant. Scott blinked then sat up on his haunches gazing at the closed door. Stiles got the hint and edged slowly around towards the door, not taking an eye of the grey-brown wolf. He reached his hand to the door knob pulling it open with a long creak all tough he wanted it too remain silent as if he was hiding from the wolf. The wolf cocked its head to the side; fear streamed across its face before leaping up and bolting out the door. Stiles felt suddenly relieved and stupid he'd just let him out into the wood's full of hunters, when clearly Scott had no idea of who he was! He thought about following him but he'd already disappeared into the trees and there was no way his two legs could match Scott on four. Stiles slowly walked out of the house unsure what to even make of the situation. He was shaking with fear and confusion. Scott's screams still lingering around him. Would that have happened before if we hadn't got him to the vet? Why didn't Scott recognize him? Stiles needed to find Derek but he felt too tired; he ached from head to toe. Stiles grabbed the door to his jeep clinging onto it hard to hold himself up. He didn't understand what had happened not really sure whether to accept it either. He hoped that Scott would survive the harsh night, for he knew that the hunters wouldn't hesitate now to put a bullet in him, although he sensed Scott wouldn't take likely to humans. "Oh dear god" he mumbled to himself as he climbed into his jeep, he wasn't going to wait around for Derek to show he felt too tired, at least if he headed back to school it would give him more time to figure things out.
He turned on the jeeps engine and it boomed into life, a loud grunting, he pulled out and drove slowly along the narrow woodland track hoping to find Scott walking, human again to the jeep wanting a lift, no luck no sign of him anywhere. He was almost at the road when he heard a long sorrowful howl and a tear streamed down his cheek, he never felt more worried for his friend, the roads were quiet as he drove under the speed limit taking his time to reach school thinking of an adequate excuse for not being there, his mind was too blank though the best he came up with, "I was sick and had to go home to get pills" he replayed himself saying this to a teacher in his mind it didn't sound convincing but then the truth sounded even worse. His throat was hard and dry he wasn't sure if he could actually speak. The rain began to pour winter seemed to have arrived early; any warmth that was there that morning had disappeared you wouldn't think the sun had even woken up that morning.
The school halls were busy lunch had begun, people barged past him as he walked starring at his shoes to the canteen. He didn't care, the world moved so quickly around him and he was still stuck in slow motion, the table seemed miles away as he made his way over. Allison noticed him alone and hesitantly got up from the table, pacing quickly over to him. Stiles eyes lids fell shut as he sat down at the table, flinging his bag in front of him.
"Stiles?" asked Allison sitting opposite him "what happened? Where's Scott?"
Stiles swallowed "gone" was all he could manage as he kept replaying Scott changing in his mind.
"Gone, gone where? Did you find Derek?" she put her hand on his, becoming more worried "Stiles what happened? Is Scott okay? Tell me, you can trust me!" she said quietly her voice calm and sweet, manipulating his every word.
"Gone, into the woods! Alone, are they hunting them tonight?" he inquired trying to look away from her.
"Who the hunters, yea why?"Her voice became rushed and unsteady "Stiles what happened? Why are you asking me this?" She looked desperate and Stiles knew now was the time to do his best explaining, but before he could start Jackson sat down next to her, intrigued by the situation.
"No dingo today must be our lucky day!" he said positively, full of arrogance, Allison ignored him focussing back on stiles.
"Just say it!" she said hushed.
"He's a wolf" Stiles said simply, as simply as he could put, he felt as though he didn't need to explain it anymore. He didn't want to explain it anymore.
"Well done!" boomed Jackson sarcastically.
"No he a real wolf, normal, with paws and a tail!" Stiles wined, gulping heavily.
"What" stated Allison "How could that happen that doesn't just happen, that's why you asked about the hunters if they find him they will simply shoot him! They won't know" realization suddenly swarmed her face, she grabbed out her phone and began typing quickly, too fast for Stiles too follow, and he wanted to sleep.
"So Dingo's a real dog now! That's brilliant and the jokes can just keep rolling out!" Allison glared at him harshly his smile faded.
"What does he look like?" Allison asked, already on her second message.
"Well like a wolf" the answer seemed stupid as stupid as the question she had asked, but the more he thought about it the more logical it sounded, her dad would want to know what he's looking for. "grey-brown with his yellow eyes" he stated quickly. The image cursed back across his mind, he wished for once he had Derek's number, he didn't want to leave it too long before he told him.
"So if Scott's a real... wolf does he not recognize you?" asked Jackson, a smart question from someone so stupid, he'd forgot to mention Scott ran away from him as though he never seen him before.
"No he didn't know who I was it was horrible", well best to say it truthfully and bluntly thought Stiles.
"What now though?" Allison said putting her phone away quickly. Glancing nervously down, only Jackson could see the positive in all this!