Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf
Summary: Scott gets bitten luckily he has his best friends Stiles and Allison to help him through it. A different take on Teen Wolf season one including Malia as well. Scallison and Stalia
A.N: I would like to thank , balletslipper and Wesley Pedro284 for adding the story to their favorite and tlomech700 and Lyndseybug for following
Enjoy
Chapter One: The Not Wolves and Friendly Coyotes
Scott screamed which caused Stiles to scream so they ended up as two idiots screaming at each other while Stiles was hanging from a tree upside down and Scott was waving a bat at him.
Once Scott realized that he was Stiles he put the bat down shouting, 'What the hell man?'
Stiles panted and got of the tree, 'Dude, why do you have a bat?'
'I thought-man, I thought you were a predator or something,' admitted Scott shaking her head at his best friend.
'A pre- look weirdo, my dad got a call about some joggers finding a body in the woods and we're gonna have a look too.'
Scott should have known it would end up a disaster. Hell, he knew. He knew Stiles since he was a kid even before they met Allison and if there was one thing sure as hell it was Stiles Stilinski, the sheriff's son getting into trouble.
But just as it was sure he would get into trouble it was sure that Scott would follow.
'St-stiles,' started Scott feeling breathless from all the waking at the speed his friend was choosing.
'Dude, come on.'
'If Alli-son finds out we went,' he used his inhaler, 'she's going to kill us.' He sometimes seriously hated his asthma.
'Yeah, cause she's jealous she couldn't come too.'
'Yeah, right,' mumbled Scott grumpily, 'You know I could have been in bed right now.'
'Doing what?' asked Stiles mockingly.
'Sleeping? You know the thing normal people do at night?'
Stiles took a couple of quick steps, 'Never heard of it,' he stopped hearing dogs barking.
'This way,' he urged him and walked further into the woods. He couldn't wait. He was far too excited about it all to just wait. Scott couldn't help but shake his head. His friend was such a Duracell Bunny sometimes. Okay, bullshit. He was like that all the time.
He sighed as he noticed Stiles got a bit in front of him, 'Stiles, wait up!' he yelled.
Stiles turned around to reply something when he suddenly slipped on the wet grass and ended up in the ground.
'Holy shit, dude!' gasped Scott.
Stiles made an annoyed sighed and looked up only to realize why had Scott panicked. There they were. Big and magnified and a little bit of terrifying eyes.
He was kneeling on the ground face to face with a coyote.
Jesus Christ.
Now, there are several things about Stiles Stilinski. He bruises easily. He's a troublemaker hyper ball jumping around every chance he gets.
He swallowed. The coyotes face was hardly a few centimeters away from his. If it wanted to it could have bit of his head right now. Well, okay, he doubted it could bit of his whole head at once but it could definitely hurt him.
His heart had literally stopped as the creature leaned sort of forward and in a quick move hit him with her nose before jumping away. It had its mouth open and its tongue out as if it was laughing at what it had just done.
Stiles looked at it completely taken not sure what had just happened. Did it really just wanted to play with him or something?
He hated coyotes. He always talked about how he hated that they could sound like some hurt little animals but seeing it one being all playful like this?
'Well, someone's a joker,' he mumbled before he could stop himself and the coyote closed her mouth.
It sort of leaned its head to the side and watched him as if it was trying to understand something.
The boy was a funny one she could tell. He looked so so familiar though. She didn't know his scent but his face, his eyes, which she could see despite the dark were almost painfully familiar. She blinked and leaned her head to the side as he spoke because she suddenly recognized him or more like realized something. The boy used to be a little boy. A little boy she used to play with. A little boy she knew.
No. That wasn't right.
Coyotes don't play with little boys.
Oh, she forgot. She remembered now. She wasn't always a coyote. She remembered now. She used to be a little girl too.
She took a step closer pleased by two things that the boy didn't run away and that he had a nice scent.
Just as she was about to get close enough again she heard the dogs bark and she ran on instinct.
Stiles watched as she disappeared into the night right before Scott grabbed him by the shoulder and ran with him behind a tree just as several cops and search dogs passed them probably saved only thanks to the rain.
Scott held Stiles covering his mouth as they passed them both sighing once they were in clear.
Stiles took a step away from Scott shaking his head.
'It-she-he-it,' he shook his head.
Scott nodded, 'It was weird-like it was mocking you or something.'
They took a couple of deep breaths and started walking again.
'Oh my God, that was so close. I mean if Dad found me would ripe me to shreds.'
Scott nodded. They walked in silence for a second when they suddenly hear a rustling among the trees. The both of them stopped.
'Dude?' whispered Scott.
'What if the guy who did it is still out here?'
'I-I kind of didn't thought about that, Scotty,' he admitted and both of them subconsciously stepped closer to each other and turned around to the direction of the noise.
'I'm glad you put so much thought into it.'
'Yeah, me too.'
Scott's breath was tightening more from fear than asthma right now yet he couldn't help but reach into his pocket for the inhaler. They heard a rumbling. It was a sound of sudden and furious movement which was rising in volume and velocity creating an almost unbearable tension for the two. Suddenly a half of dozen deer charged out of the darkness of the woods soaring past them with the thunderous beat.
Startled both of the boys tried to hide from the animals Scott dropping his inhaler in the process. They ran for cover and once the deer were gone Scott cursed.
'Damn, it my inhaler.'
'Jesus, dude, this night is sick.'
'It's your fault. You dragged me here,' he said annoyed and pulled out his phone.
'Just help me find it.'
He turned it on so the light from the screen was guiding him a bit in the dark. Stiles rolled his eyes and turned on the flashlight he almost forgot he was carrying. It was a moment when he wasn't looking at Scott. His mind briefly went back to the coyote until he heard Scott screamed out of shock.
'What?!' Stiles turned around just as Scott who had gone several steps away from him tripped on his own feet and tumbled over the unearthed roots of a tree.
'Scott!' Stiles ran after him as he was rolling down until he hit a creek bed.
'Scott!' Stiles reached him and helped him out of the icy January cold water, 'D-did you see- Stiles-did you see her?' he demanded as he got to his feet.
Stiles shook his head. He didn't know what he was talking about, 'See who? Scott?'
Before Scott could answer there was a low growl which caused them both to pause and look to the side. Stiles blinked and raised his flashlight into the darkness of the woods.
Both of the boys screamed.
'I'm so sorry, man. I swear we are never-ever doing that again. I-I,' Stiles was helping Scott into the jeep. His wound wasn't that bad but he could see how shaken up his best friend was about it. Hell, he was too but seeing how terrified Stiles looked helped him to be the calmer one? He wasn't sure.
'Dude, it's fine. I'm fine. I'll patch myself up before mom comes home and everything will be dandy, okay?'
Stiles got into the driver seat shaking his head. That thing it was-it was…
'Scott, if I had lost you I would have never forgiven myself,' he told him his hands shaking.
Scott nodded and reached out his hand and squeezed his shoulder, 'I know, Stiles and I'm fine.'
Stiles looked at him and nodded before he started the car.
Stiles lied down on his bed and stared at the ceiling. Weird. That's what it was. The coyote was weird. It was messing with him. He knew it. It had to be. It was kind of cute though the fur and everything. He hated coyotes but this one seemed well okay.
He smiled to himself as he turned off the lamp and went to sleep.
'Anyway, that was a wolf, right?'
The next day Scott drove to school on his bike like always. Just as he was getting out of it and putting of the helmet a car parked closely by and Jackson (only the biggest douche in his school) walked out looking annoyed at the bike, 'Careful, man, you would totally pay for that.'
Scott let out an annoyed sighed. He didn't like Jackson. He was a jerk ever since kindergarten or something.
He instantly saw Allison and Stiles a little ahead on the stairs. Allison was beating Stiles a bit, probably because of last night.
He sighed again and walked toward his two best friends. He might as well get it over with. 'Hey, guys,' he called out and she gave him a sweet smile right before she punched him into the shoulder, harshly.
'Man, au! Allison that hurt!' he complained rubbing his shoulder.
'Did it now? Good, are you two out of your minds? You went there after I specifically told you not to? You know what you totally deserved to get bitten by whatever it was and you deserved to get started the shit out by a coyote. That's all I have to say,' she said and crossed her arms. Stiles and Scott shared a look before they both smiled at each other and attacked her, 'Ally, come on, Ally! Don't be mad Ally!' they tickled her while she was trying to catch her breath and push them away.
'Assholes!' she shouted and untangled herself only to accidentally crash into Lydia Martin who was walking toward the school with her minions.
'Sorry,' said Allison laughing.
The redhead flipped her hair at her and walked away.
Allison shake her head and looked at her two weirdoes only to give Stiles a sympathy smile as he was looking after the redhead longing.
Scott put his back, 'Dude. What did we talk about?'
Stiles shook his head, 'You don't get it, guys. There's more to her than the bitchiness.'
'Yeah, totally,' said Scott rolling his eyes and sharing a look with Allison.
'Okay, you two supportive friends. How did you fix the bite?'
Scott looked around to make sure no one else was looking and pulled of his shirt showing the covered spot where the thing bit him.
'I think it was a wolf-'
'Dude, for the last time there are no wolves in California,' said Stiles instantly and they all started walking toward the school.
'Stiles, you were there. You saw it-'
'What I saw was a dark something on all fours. It wasn't a wolf-'
'Well, it wasn't a coyote either, man. It was too big-'
'Okay, you two just from your talks I'm starting to realize how much scarier this whole thing was then I previously thought,' cut in Allison.
Scott sighed. The wound was surprisingly not hurting and apart from feeling a little bit tired from the lack of sleep he actually wondered if it all happened. Still there was something. He couldn't quite put his finger in it but something had happened. He was feeling well for lack of a better description something, different than before although he couldn't exactly say why.
He shook his head. It was probably nothing so he just continued walking and listening to his best friends arguing about what could the thing that bit him be.
She just returned from the hut. She was lucky it had been a few days since she managed to catch something. Apparently the thing from the other night scared most of the animals toward her direction.
The boy from last night made her remember once again that she used to be a girl. It was often that she forgot about it and didn't pay attention to it so she was sure she was always a coyote but he made her remember. She wasn't always a coyote. No, she used to be a girl a little girl who played with the little boy. Still, the boy was bigger. When she thought about it it made sense she used to be a little coyote too.
Remembering wasn't always good because it made her remember all of what happened. The crash, her sister, her mom…her dad who was still somewhere alive. He moved out after a while and their house was empty ever since.
Inside her den she walked toward the little white thing that belonged to the boy who was somehow unwell. She wondered what to do with it. She wasn't even sure why she took it in the first place.
She played with it for a while like it was a new toy but eventually decided to put it back. The little girl would have returned it. What should have the coyote done?
'Okay, tell me again, why couldn't it have been a werewolf, please, Allison,' she suddenly heard close to the den.
It was them!
She got into an alert. What should she do? Should she return it? Should she hide?
'Because we're in the real world, idiot.'
She looked at the inhaler. Return? Hide? Return? Hide? Return? Hide? Return? Hide? Return? Hide? Return? Hide? Return? Hide? Return? Hide?
'Whoa,' yelped Allison as she slipped on a rock and nearly fell into until Scott and Stiles caught her each by the shoulder.
'Allison Argent the ballerina,' mocked Stiles and she shot him a look, 'Let's just find, Scott's inhaler and go,' she said annoyed and they continued to walk.
'Okay, this is the place, right?' They started looking around. Scott hoped they would manage to find him. Sure, his asthma got a bit better once he started playing lacrosse and exercise frequently but he still had bad days.
Allison was walked a bit further from the two. She was wondered about the body Scott had found and how did the poor girl have to feel being-
She jumped away as she just noticed someone was standing in front of her. A tall dark haired guy, handsome but too old.
'Eh?'
'You're on private property,' he said immediately looking at her and then at Scott and Stiles who slowly started walking toward them.
'Sorry, we didn't know we were just looking-,' started Scott only to shut up once he noticed how the man upset was looking back at them. It was kind of creepy. He had a seriously cold expression.
'Never mind, we're leaving.'
The man nodded and looked at Allison one more time before he left. Scott and Stiles rushed to her, 'Hey, you okay, Allison?'
She nodded, 'Yeah, I'm fine. Weird guy.'
'Ditto.'
'You didn't recognize him?' asked Stiles and the two other teens looked at him shaking their heads, 'That was Derek Hale,' he said and looked at Scott, 'Remember we were what nine? His house burnt down with his whole family in it?'
'Jesus,' mumbled Allison looked at where Derek Hale had gone. Poor guy. Talking about trauma.
'I don't remember,' said Scott awkwardly.
'You-seriously?' Stiles shook his head and turned around only to stop dead in track.
'Stiles?' asked Allison who noticed him and both she and Scott looked at the direction he was fixed on both widening their eyes and they saw a coyote with a white inhaler in its mouth.
'Holy shit,' mumbled Scott looking at his friends and then at the animal if it was really there.
Stiles swallowed. It looked even prettier than last night.
'Hey, cuttie,' he called out before he could stop himself and took a step toward it.
Scott caught his arm, 'Dude.'
'Chill, if it didn't run last night it's not going to run now.'
He took a couple of slow steps toward it with a tight smile on his face. The coyote made a jump back and then another one forward.
Stiles smirked, 'Okay, someone wants to play tag, ha?'
Allison looked at Scott, 'Should we be weird out that he's talking to a coyote?' she asked.
Scott shrugged his shoulders and they watched as Stiles tried to reach the inhaler only for the coyote to jump away.
'Come on, cutie give it back,' he said and reached it again and this time it let him take it. It didn't move an inch as Stiles threw the inhaler to Scott and stood there leaned upon it. In fact she moved closer and bumped her mouth against the cord from his jacket looking at how it was swinging.
'Cutie,' said Stiles almost fondly and reached his hand.
'Stiles!' hissed Allison causing the coyote to take a step back. Stiles shot her a glare, 'Don't scare her away.'
Scott raised his eyebrows, 'Her?'
'Just-hush,' said Stiles annoyed and tried to reach her one more time. This time she let him carefully pat her.
He took a deep breath and reached his hand toward her. He could see she was a bit tense but held still as his hand as softy as possible touched the smooth fur on her. It felt…nice.
His fingers were really gently running down her fur as if he was afraid they could hurt her until she started letting out something close to pleased sounds and moved further into his hands showing him that she would like him to move to her back. He did and couldn't help but smile at it. The coyote was liked his touch even if he could explain why he liked it too. Her four was soft but with a strange touch. Electrifying.
'Well, aren't you a good coyote, cutie.'
It was so weird. He knew it was and he was so going to hell for this but he just couldn't help the way it felt. It felt…gosh it felt so good.
He sighed closing his eyes. Why couldn't everything be simple like this? Like a simple touch. A simple stroking. Soft and electrifying and just so nice.
He suddenly felt something warm and wet and looking down he saw her lick his hand. As she notice he was looking at her he moved away to see if she was going to do something about it but he just smiled more brushed his fingers against her ears making them cut a bit to the touch.
She then started running around him and jumping a bit as if she was happy.
He started playing with her. He liked his weird little fox. She was cute.
'Do you want a room, bro?' asked Scott. If Stiles was honest he completely forgot that they were there.
The coyote took a few steps back as if she suddenly got afraid and ran away really fast, 'Whoa, she's fast.'
'Okay, you weren't joking the coyote was like super weird,' said Allison as they were driving her home.
Scott turned back to her, 'I guess, she has a thing for Stiles over here.'
'Okay, you two so I made a new friend-'
'Yeah, totally House in the Prairie style-'
'Whatever, are we seriously not going to talk at all about Scott's pro today on practice?' asked Stiles pulling over to Allison's street.
Scott shook his head looking lost in thoughts out of the window, 'Look, you two, all I know is that then on the field… I just felt like I had all the time in the world and I just went for it.'
Stiles drummed his fingers against the wheel, 'Well, dude, I have to tell you. You were one of a kind.'
Allison nodded enthusiastically, 'You sure were and I also heard the bitch squad talking about-'
Stiles stooped and turned around to look to her, 'Any word about me?'
She raised her brows at him and pressed her lips into a tight line before she hopped out of the car, 'Later weirdoes.'
Stiles sighed while Scott waved at her before he looked back at him, 'Man, knock off the sad face. Think about your new furry friend.'
He shot him a sarcastic smile before he started the car again.
Once Scott got to the clinic he smiled at his boss, 'Hey, Deaton, sorry, I'm late. I needed to find my inhaler.'
'Scott, it's okay,' said the older man with returning the smile and then looked back at his patient who he had on the examination table.
Scott nodded and got back to work. He was working in the vet clinic something over a year. He liked his job. It was nice and got him some extra cash. He was saving for a new motorcycle but he hasn't told anyone yet in can it didn't worked out. He felt weird. All day really. What happened last night? Today at practice? And again today in the woods? It was all so weird.
He was sure it was wolf but…Stiles knew these kinds of things, right? He wasn't stupid or anything but he and Allison were often surprised with all the facts Stiles just seemed to into.
'Look at that, Beacon Hills new lacrosse star,' said a female voice behind him and with a few steps heels clicked the floor.
He turned around only to find Lydia Martin walking toward him with a cute smile. He watched as she walked toward him with her little dog Prada scurrying next to her.
'Hi, Lydia?' he wasn't sure what this was all about. She was a bitch to him and Stiles and especially Allison most of the time or she was ignoring them so seeing her actually talking to him or being nice was super weird. Like a cherry on top of a super weird day.
'I just wanted to tell you that you were great today on the try outs and congratulation for getting on the first line.'
He stared at her for a while before he slowly nodded, 'Thanks.' He didn't trust her at all.
'Anyway, I would like to invite you to my party on Friday.'
He blinked looking at her stunned, 'Uh?'
'And take your friends if you want to,' she said instantly rolling her eyes, 'I know. You never go anywhere without them anyway.'
He finally managed to smiled, 'Oh, okay, thanks.'
She nodded and started walking toward the examination room. She stopped right before she reached the room and turned around, 'Oh, and a memo. No one comes before like eleven. Social rules and what not.'
He nodded and opened his mouth to say something to her she was gone. He felt like he was just hit with a fridge or something.
He shook his head and quickly pulled out his phone. He needed to nurse his wound again but this was more important. He texted Stiles and Allison.
Stiles: OH MY GOD! THIS IS THE BEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE! I LOVE YOU FOR THIS.
Allison: Oh, my, god! Do we have to go? I hate you for this.
He chuckled.
Stiles blinked and looked at his best friend, 'It healed?'
Scott raised his shirt in an answer to show him his perfectly smooth and unharmed skin. He noticed it after Lydia left and he went to clean the wound again. It was gone. He didn't know what to think about it and on the top of it his head was hurting all morning from the noises.
'This can't be normal, Scott.'
'I know,' he rubbed his head, 'Sorry, my head is killing. I think I slept with an open window everything is so loud today,' he admitted before he annoyed looked somewhere out of the window at a couple of kids who were talking in the parking lot.
'What some aspire? If it's seriously bad go to the nurse.'
Scott shook his head and got out of the car, 'No, I'll be fine.' He made first line, he got invited into one of the parties of the year and of course he hadn't used his inhaler in a few days so there was bound to be something bad to balance the good things that happened.
Stiles closed the car doors. He seriously wasn't sure about what was wrong with Scott lately. It was super weird. The woods, the coyote, the freaking whatever that creature was. It was just weird… kind of awesome but weird.
He serious needed to look things up and sneak into his dad's files again.
'Penny for your thoughts?' asked Allison as she joined them seeing how lost in thoughts he looked.
'Really grandma?' he teased her and she shoved him to the side a bit before she looked around at the people who were looking at them.
'Okay, is it me or are people…looking?'
Stiles looked around as well. He didn't even notice but several heads were turned at them and heated whispers followed them around.
'Uh?'
'It's because of me,' said Scott suddenly as they stopped in front of Allison's locker and she started getting out her things. Stiles looked around again, 'Oh, he's right. Everyone is looking but at you.'
'They're talking about the first line and Lydia's invite how do they even know that?'
Allison pulled out her book, 'It's got to be a power move or something.'
'Power move?'
'Allison's right. Think about it,' Stiles put his hand around his shoulders, 'You got first line means that you're someone now and that means that she wants you in her popular circle.'
'I don't get it. She has a boyfriend-'
'She doesn't want to date you,' Allison rolled her eyes, 'Look, if you become popular now or something she has to make sure that you will be on her side. You know so there wouldn't become another circle or it wouldn't split.'
Scott thought about it for a second before he shook his head, 'This is stupid. I'm not becoming popular.'
They stopped in front of a class room and several girls walked in after greeting him, 'Hey, Scott!'
Stiles let go of him and looked at Allison.
'Yeah, sure, pal.'
'Sure, Scott.'
He shook his head again and walked inside.
Scott couldn't help being distracted all day. His headache stopped but his hearing was still sensitive. He heard Lizzy Dolke crying in the bathroom about a fight with her boyfriend and how Mike Talbot was telling some friends that he was moving to live with his dad. It was crazy really. Those two were behind closed doors and he stilled heard them.
He looked around the class room. Most of the class was barely holding up to pay attention. Stiles was feverishly checking something out on his phone or texting with someone while Allison was playing with a piece of her black hair.
He looked at her for a while. She had nice curly hair today. He liked it when it was curly. It bounced wherever she walked and she looked really pretty. She must have noticed him looking because she looked at him and shot him a small smile before she looked back to the front still smiling.
As he looked at her he suddenly heard a soft rhythmical sound. He blinked and looked around the classroom but he didn't see anyone playing with anything which could cause the sound. The sound continued and he looked back at Allison. She was calmly but bored looking at the teacher barely moving. The only thing that was moving was her chest as she was breathing.
Just then he realized what the noise must have been. A heartbeat.
Allison's heartbeat.
He turned back to the front. How is that possible?
Licking his lips he turned around to look at Stiles who was now writing something down from his phone. He concentrated a bit and before he knew it he heard it.
Stiles's heartbeat. It was different than Allison's. It was much louder and faster but he sort of could have expected that. He was totally reflecting his personality.
'Mr. McCall?'
He immediately turned back to the front.
'Did you find something interesting than postmodernism?'
Definitely.
He shook his head.
'Good, pay attention.'
Something was definitely wrong with him.
It was finally Friday. Jesus, it felt like forever for Stiles to come and terrible soon for Allison. Scott was somewhere in-between as he was dealing with his new found abilities.
'So you hear and smell things?' asked Stiles as they got to the house by Lydia's instructions. Many others started coming which was a good sign too.
Allison turned to the back to look at him, 'You heard me heartbeat?'
'Not just yours, Stiles too.'
'Well, that's oddly cute… kind of romantic, got something you want to tell me, Scotty?'
He shoved him.
'I'm telling you guys. Something is just so weird with me. I can't even,' he said shaking his head. Last night he heard his mom in the other room going to town. If that wasn't the worst moment of his life he seriously couldn't think up anything worse.
'So was it a nice sound or just weird?' asked Allison actually interested while Stiles was checking himself out in the mirror.
Scott thought about it. It was kind of nice. He wouldn't have thought this was so Allison like it was with Stiles but it was interesting…calm. He smiled fondly and leaned back against her seat looking at her.
'No, it wasn't weird. I like it. It's calm… sound a bit soft.'
Allison smiled at that and leaned back against the seat too.
Stiles looked at the two for a moment before he rolled his eyes. Gosh, could his friends be any more of a pack of morons? They've been puppy eyeing each other forever and it was seriously annoying. He wished they would just hit it off or something so he didn't have to deal with this tension. Then again, seeing them make out 24/7 might not be that great either.
'Okay, you two let's go paaarty!'
They split up. Scott and Allison went to the back while Stiles went to check up the house.
'What if it's an infection or something?'
'Sure, like Stiles said werewolfism or were-'
He pushed her a bit and she giggled. He was looking seriously worried on the other hand. He was like that for a while. He was acting like an idiot all day, worried and all.
Allison rolled her eyes at her best friend. He was so silly sometimes.
'Scott,' she took his hand, 'stop worrying and let's dance, okay?' she asked him.
He looked at their hands together feeling a bit of the nervousness leaving his body. He smiled back at her. Why was he so worried? It was just a stupid party that everyone will forget after another one. He got invited by Lydia Martin herself so he might as well take his best friend dancing and enjoy it.
He nodded right before Allison dragged him into the dance floor.
Stiles was walking around the room he should have gone with Allison and Scott to the back but he wanted to see if he could get away with talking to Lydia but she wasn't anywhere in the house.
He sighed and took his coke. Damn, the stupid paper. He knew he should have go with the rock. He was stuck sober driving tonight.
He saw something move behind the window and look through it outside. Something was on the roof of the opposite house. Something big. Something with red eyes.
He dropped his coke.
He had his hands around her. They went from jumping around to a slower song. They often ended up dancing with each other. They were the golden trio after all. Allison put her hands around his neck, 'Feeling better?'
He smiled and nodded. He almost forgot about the weird intensity with Allison distracting him.
'I wonder where's Stiles,' he said suddenly.
'Well, either he's snooping around Lydia's room in a teenage pervy way.'
He chuckled.
'Or his inside dancing and stuff… on that thought we should find him before he gets into trouble, right?' she asked.
He nodded, 'It's probably for the best. He's Stiles.'
She agreed and made her way into the house. Scott was about to follow her and he was stopped by Lydia, 'Hey, Scott. Enjoying yourself?'
He looked at her and then around. If Lydia was here Stiles might have been close by, 'Hey, uh, yeah, thanks for the invite again.'
'No problem, I'm glad you came with your friend and girlfriend.'
He blinked. Girlfriend?
'Oh, you mean… no Allison is just a friend.' Allison and his girlfriend? That was ridiculous. It was a while since anyone implied that they were dating. Over years of friendship it sort of died. It was a funny thought really. Sure, Allison was his best friend. She was funny and pretty and smart and kind and well the whole package. Yet, there was this part inside his head that saw her as a sister more than a girlfriend. Maybe at the beginning of their friendship when he was just going through puppetry and all but now not so much.
She hummed at that giving him a weird look but smiling. He didn't get this girl. 'Well, that's good to hear. I would like to introduce you to a few of my friends if you're up for it?'
He wasn't sure. He should be looking for Stiles. But then again, Stiles would have murder him if he passed up an opportunity to befriend Lydia Martin, his (as he called her) one and only.
'Uh, okay, sure.'
She smiled pleased and took his hand leading him toward a group of people.
Allison went through the house. There were too many people and she couldn't see through them. Stiles was nowhere to be found and she seriously didn't know what to do. He wouldn't go through Lydia's room.
Her mom called her.
'Mom, I know the rules.'
'Allison, I need to come home now. Something came up…'
She frowned, 'What came up? What happened? Is everything okay?'
'Can Stiles drive you home or Scott?'
'Stiles. He's sober.'
'Come home as quick as possible, okay?'
'Mom, okay but what's going on… you're freaking me out…'
'Home now!'
Allison looked at her phone as her mom ended the call.
Great, now what? She looked around. She still couldn't find Stiles anywhere. Sighing she went looking again. This time dialing his phone as well.
'Stiles!' she shouted through the music as he finally picked up, 'Where-'
'Allison-'
Scott was talking with Tracy one of the girls Lydia introduced him under her supervision eye when he suddenly heard the terrifying howl/roar.
Everyone ducked looking around as it echoed through the street. Someone turned out the music and everyone panicking.
Lydia blinked. She turned back to look at Scott but Tracy was standing on her own looking around just like everyone else.
Where did he go?
Scott was panicked running through the street and into the woods. Although he was not Scott anymore...
He had to run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run.
He must run. Run to him. The howl was simple. It was an order. Orders must be obeyed. He called him. He called his name. He wanted him to come. He couldn't let him wait so he ran.
To be continued…
A.N: Chapter Two: Scotty, come meet your new daddy
'What the hell?! Who!What?'
'Stiles, shut up and get me a blanket…She's freezing.'
'What did he do?!'
'I don't know…I don't know, Stiles.'