Chapter 5

"Stiles," Scarlet called as she came up the stairs of the house. She had just gotten home from piano practice, Stiles was supposed to pick her up, but she had to walk when he never showed. "Stiles what the hell are you doing?"

Scarlet entered her room and saw that her brother was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday. "Twin, have you lost your mind? What is going on? Also you were supposed to pick me up 45 minutes ago," Scarlet reminded him.

"Research," Stiles mumbled as his eyes continued to scan the computer screen.

"What kind of research?"

Someone pounded on his bedroom door and Stiles jumped in his seat. He quickly moved over to the door and found Scott waiting in the hallway a grin on his face. Scott's face fell when he saw Scarlet sitting on Stiles' bed though.

"Get in here, you have to see this," Stiles quickly said. "I've been up all night reading websites, books, all this information."

"How much aderol have you had today," Scott asked as he glanced at Scarlet.

"A lot, doesn't matter, just listen," Stiles replied.

"Oh is this about the body? They find out who did it," Scott asked as he sat down next to Scarlet. She gave him a tiny smile which he ignored.

"No, they are still questioning people, even Derek Hale!"

"Oh, the guy in the woods we saw the other day," Scott asked.

"Why are they questioning him? He's not a murderer," Scarlet immediately said.

"Yeah, ok whatever, but that's not it ok," Stiles cried.

"What then," Scott asked.

"Remember the joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore," Stiles explained.

"Come on Stiles," Scarlet said with an incredulous look.

"The wolf bite in the woods, I started doing all of this reading, do you even know why a wolf howls," Stiles asked as he leapt out of his chair.

"Calm down," Scarlet warned.

"Should I," Scott asked.

"It's a signal, when a wolf's alone it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack. So if you heard a wolf howling it means others could have been near by, maybe even a whole pack of them."

"A whole pack of wolves," Scott asked.

"No, werewolves," Stiles replied.

"Oh god," Scarlet moaned as she flopped back on the bed. "Stiles, they aren't real!"

"Are you seriously wasting my time with this? You know I'm picking up Allison in an hour," Scott reminded him.

"I saw you on the field today Scott, what you did wasn't just amazing it was impossible."

"Yeah so I made a good shot," Scott said softly.

"NO, you made an incredible shot," Stiles said as he took Scott's backpack and put it next to Scarlet. She sat back up and stared at them. "I mean, the way you moved, your speed, your reflexes. People can't just suddenly do that overnight. And there's the vision and the senses and don't even think that I don't notice that you don't need your inhaler anymore!"

"You don't," Scarlet asked.

"Ok, dude I can't think about this now! We'll talk tomorrow," Scott replied.

"What? No, the full moon is tonight! Don't you get it," Stiles demanded.

"What are you trying to do? I just made first line, I got a date with a girl I can't believe wants to go out with me, everything in my life is somehow perfect! Why are you trying to ruin it," Scott cried.

"I'm trying to help," Stiles said.

"You guys, calm down ok," Scarlet said from her spot on the bed.

"You're cursed Scott, and you know its not just the moon that will cause you to physically change. It will also just happen to be when your blood lust will be at its peak," Stiles explained patiently.

"Blood lust," Scott and Scarlet asked.

"Yeah, your urge to kill."

"I'm already starting to feel an urge to kill Stiles," Scott replied.

"Scott," Scarlet snapped. She shook her head at him an angry look on her face. Yes, Stiles was being ridiculous, but there was no reason for that.

"You have to hear this," Stiles said as he spun in his chair and grabbed a book off his desk. "The change can be caused by anger or by anthing that raises your pulse. All right? I haven't seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does. You've gotta cancel this date, we're going to call her right now."

"Stiles don't," Scarlet said as he began to search through Scott's bag for his phone.

"What are you doing," Scott demanded.

"I'm cancelling the date," Stiles replied.

"No," Scott shouted. "Give it to me!" He grabbed Stiles and slammed him against the wall, raising his fist to punch him.

"Scott," Scarlet cried as she jumped off the bed. She grabbed the back of his jacket and tried to pull him away from her twin. "Get off him!"

Scott turned and hit the desk chair toppling it over. Scarlet jumped back out of his way, stumbling onto the bed as she did so.

Scott looked from the chair to Scarlet to Stiles. "I'm sorry, I've got to go get ready for that party," he said as he moved away from Stiles. He picked up his bag and headed toward the door. He looked back at Stiles who still had not moved. "I'm sorry."

Stiles bumped his head against the wall as Scott left the room. "Stiles are you ok," Scarlet asked.

Stiles picked the chair up and set it back on its feet. He froze staring at the back of the chair. "What is is," Scarlet asked. She climbed off the sofa and made her way over to him. "Oh my god, Scott did that?"

"Yeah, do you believe me now," Stiles asked.

"Stiles, werewolves? I mean its a little far fetched," Scarlet replied. At the wounded look on her brother's face she quickly continued. "I'm sorry, if you really think that is what is going on with him, then I believe you. I... I guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens."

"Uh, no, we are going to that party," Stiles said quickly.

"Stiles, Jackson and Lydia are throwing the party, and I'm sorry, but you weren't invited," Scarlet reminded him.

"Did they invite you?"

"Well, yeah, I guess we are going huh?"

"Yeah, go get dressed, we have a party to crash. Do me a favor and stay away from Scott though, if he freaks out at this party I have no idea what we are going to do."

"Sure," Scarlet said with a shrug. "Not like I want to be a werewolf too."