A quiet "what the hell?" slipped out of my mouth. I blinked a few times to make sure I wasn't just hallucinating or dreaming or anything. I was no longer on the couch in Derek's loft, but I was on a bed in some person's room that I did not recognize at all instead. I still had the same blanket as before though, which struck me as odd. I rolled over onto my stomach, exhaling a large sigh into the unfamiliar pillow below me. Great. I should probably just start handcuffing myself to things from this point on forward so I don't wander off during my sleep. That seemed to be the logical thing to do, since I kept appearing in strange places with no recollection of how I got there. But I was hearing things again, so I might be hallucinating. There were two different sounds that sound like heartbeats below me, along with the sounds of video games and yelling. I tried to tune the sounds out, and they eventually went away.

There was a patch of sunlight streaming through a window that I was too lazy to look for, hitting my head and back. It was the better of the two types of sunlight; the warm but not burning your skin off and making you sweat profusely kind. So I took the liberty of laying there for a while, my face shoved into the unfamiliar pillow. Okay, this wasn't a hallucination; this sunlight felt to good to be fake. After a few moments of absorbing the warmth of the sun, I decided to crawled out from underneath the blanket and explore where ever I was. I twisted around onto my back and threw the blanket off of myself, scooting to the edge of the bed. My legs dangled over the edge before meeting the soft carpet below, which I spread my toes out in. I actually noticed the clothes I was wearing now, unlike when I had just thrown them on in the bathroom; I was decorated in a pair of tight black yoga pants that were cut off at the calves, a sports bra and a loose and slightly sheer army green tee shirt with small pocket. But I had no socks or shoes on and I was okay with that, except for the fact that my feet still hurt a little. I still wasn't sure why they hurt.

I stood up, leaving the blanket behind on the bed. I wasn't as cold as I had been earlier, so I assumed I could manage without it. I walked over to the door that was slightly ajar, not inspecting the room at all as I made my way over to it, and pulled it open slightly. I didn't step out, but instead poked my head out and glanced around. There was a hallway in front of me that led in two directions; one way led to a staircase and the other down the hall a bit more, a few more doors dotting the way. I pulled the door open more, getting ready to step out and take a look around until I stopped, noticing a piece of paper taped to the door with words scribbled down on it. I pulled the door open all the way so I could read what it written.

"Sleeping baby werewolf inside. Do not disturb or she might rip your head off."

What. I'm not a- oh, wait. Yeah I am a werewolf actually, I guess. I read the words again, wondering who had written the note. I didn't recognize the handwriting. Well, then again, I didn't really write to anyone or pass notes in class or anything, so the only handwriting I really knew was my own, my mother's and Melissa's. I guess I'd find out eventually though.

I was about to step out of the room and go towards the stairs, but I heard someone making their way up them. I panicked. Who was in this house with me? It could be some psycho killer for all I know that kidnapped me from Derek's home. Highly illogical, I know, but it could happen. I fled back into the room, shutting the door as quickly and as quietly as I could, jumping across the room and up onto the bed. I pulled the blanket over my head, laying back in the position I had been in before, since the sunny spot where I had been was still there, it was easy enough to do. I heard the door to the room open, footsteps walking gently over to the bed where I was sort-of hiding. If you were hiding under a blanket, the person couldn't see you, right? Or did that rule only apply in the dark and to murderers and monsters?

The footsteps came over to the side of the bed and stopped. My heart fluttered in my chest. Should I pretend to be asleep? Or will the person know that I'm faking? I sure as hell wasn't going to pull the blanket off my head. I felt a pressure on the side of the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under the weight. Arms were suddenly around me, lifting me up, and I began to freak out. My heart was pounding in my chest and I could feel myself change, my nails becoming claws, my canines growing longer in my mouth, and my face changing shape. I writhed and struggled, trying to get free of the persons' grip. The said person pulled me up against their chest, resting my head over their heart restraining my arms and legs. "Nat! It's me, calm down!" It was Scott. I felt like I couldn't trust the sounds that drifted into my ears, so I continued to struggle even though I was being restrained."Natalie, you've got to calm down." He pulled the blanket off of my head where it had gotten stuck, and when I saw his face it was pinched up with worry. My thrashing slowed, and I felt the wolf features sink back to reveal my normal self. My cheeks were all pink, mostly from the panic that I had experienced, but some of it came from embarrassment. "It's okay, you're safe, nothing's going to get you," he cooed, trying to get my heart down to a normal rate. I guess I didn't factor in the effects of panicking or having a panic attack would bring on the werewolf side of me when I thought about accepting the bite. Well, then again, Derek had told me nothing whatsoever of the side effects or what would change, only showing me what the transformation would look like.

"Scott," I huffed out quietly against him. "You scared the crap out of me."

"I was only coming up to check up on you. I didn't mean to scare you."

"Check up on me?"

"Well, you were in a coma for two days, and you just slept for like eight hours. I wanted to make sure you hadn't actually died."

"I was in a coma?"

"After Derek bit you, you went into-"

"Wait. How did you know that he bit me?"

"I was awake when it happened. I heard everything."

"And you're not freaked out that I'm a..." I couldn't say the word. Even though I had recognized that I was one, I just couldn't get used to the word.

"Werewolf?" He let out a light laugh, the corner of his mouth perking up slightly before dropping back down. "Actually...I'm the one who asked him to, you know, offer you the bite." He seemed kind of embarrassed as he spoke, averting his gaze slightly from me.

"So I'm guessing Derek and I aren't the only two werewolves in Beacon Hills?"

"No, there's a few of us, actually. Myself, Isaac, Cora, Derek, and Derek's creepy uncle Peter. And that's just Derek's pack."

"Pack? Werewolf lingo, I assume?"

He laughed slightly again.

"Yeah."

"You should probably give me a vocabulary list," I said, letting out a laugh of my own. We sat there for a little bit, basically cuddling, before Scott suggested we go downstairs and join Stiles.

.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," Stiles said with a smile as I followed Scott down the stairs. He was sitting on a couch in the living room, playing what looked like Modern Warfare 3. He tilted his head back on the cushions of the couch, giving me a smile before he looked back to his game. "Like the sign I put up?"

"It was a good warning. I did almost ripped Scott's head off."

"Oh. I thought you two were eating each other's faces up there."

I could feel heat creep up in my cheeks, the same thing probably happening to Scott. I went the opposite direction as Scott, going into the living room where Stiles was, resting my elbows on the top of the couch. I made a few comments, like "you suck at this" and "what are you even doing you're going to get yourself killed" as he was playing, but he seemed to concentrated to acknowledge my comments. I ended up hopping over the back of the couch, sitting with my back on the couch cushion, my legs dangling over the back and continue making commentary as he played the game. Scott had yet to return from wherever he had disappeared to. My stomach grumbled, and I rubbed it. I had just noticed the hunger that had been resting in the pit of my stomach. I glanced at the clock that was on the stove; it was nearly noon.

"How are you even hungry, like, for real." Stiles said, tossing an astonished look my way.

"What?"

"You freaking at a whole deer. Please tell you remember doing that."

"I what?"

"Ate a whole deer. Happened when you were wolfed out. Also, you broke out of your hospital room."

"I remember absolutely none of that happening."

"I was going to go look for it in the woods, but the last time I went looking for a dead body in the forest I actually found one. Well, Scott found it, but he wouldn't have found it if it wasn't for me. So by indirect finding, I found it."

"You went to go look for a dead body. That's gross."

"You ate a whole deer. Raw. With your hands and teeth."

. . . . .

"I have no explanation for you, I'm sorry. The only plausible thing I could think of was that the black blood was just her body ridding itself of the tumor." Deaton was speaking, and those words were directed towards Scott, who had asked why I had been ejecting the black liquid. He turned back to me where I was sitting - on the operating table in the back; Scott was leaning against a counter - before he continued speaking. "The exposure to the full moon may have sales up the process, explaining how why you did die. You seem to be completely healthy, and your vitals are all normal. I guess it's just one of those things I can explain." There was a short pause. "Maybe it's fate," he said, a small smile appearing on his face briefly.

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Scott and I had broken into my old hospital room via the window that was still propped open. No one had tried to even enter the room, on account of Melissa making up some wild excuse that I had made a miraculous recovery and she was keeping me isolated for observation. I basically just grabbed everything I had shoved into the drawers back into my backpack and hopped back out the window. That was before we had gone to see Deaton. I was actually able to drive now, so Scott threw his bike in the back like he had done before and I took to the driver's side instead of the passenger's side. And to be honest, it felt good to be back behind the wheel again.

I got back in the driver's side when we left the veterinary clinic. I had to return to Scott's house and spend the night there, since I couldn't really go home since I was under "observation" at the time being.

"I need a werewolf instruction manual. What is Deaton again?"

"An emissary. And Stiles could help you with that. He's practically a werewolf expert."

"Who is gonna help me with the panic attack problem?"

"You might have to figure that one out on your own. I can help you with the anger and excitement part of the uncontrollable transformation, as well as moon resistance."

"Moon resistance?"

"Like when you turned for the first time, you couldn't control it. I can teach you how to do it at will."

"Ah. Yes, I definitely need a werewolf manual."