A/N: This is the chapter where the actual plot of the show starts

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, only Esther. Similar content and dialogue probably originated from the show

SIX

"Stiles, what the hell?" I asked sleepily, rubbing my eyes.

"Hey Esther," he grinned, rubbing a hand over his head. "I'm here to get Scott."

"I'm not even going to ask why. Would you like me to get him for you?" I suggested.

"That'd be great. Thanks," Stiles grinned like an idiot.

Rolling my eyes, I closed my window, pulled on my soft boots and went to get Scott. Whatever they were up to, there was no way I was getting left behind. I'd gotten close with the boys these past couple of weeks.

Pushing open the door to my cousin's room, I walked over to the sleeping lump on the bed. Snores were coming from Scott alarmingly loudly. Snickering, I gently pocked him.

"W-what?" he asked blearily. "Esther, what are you doing?"

"Your friend is outside waiting for you," I told him, nodding towards the door.

Sighing, Scott pulled on a hoodie and followed me out to the front. We walked around the deck, back to the window in front of my room but no Stiles.

"Stiles?" Scott called softly. "Where are you?"

There was a rustling from overhead and then a torso and head dropped down from the roof. Scott yelled and the Stiles yelled then Scott yelled and after that I lost track. Oh boys.

"Stiles, what the hell are you doing?" Scott yelled.

"Funny, your cousin said practically the same thing to me about five minutes ago," Stiles grinned waving his arms around. "Anyways, you weren't answering your phone and I know it's late but you guys really need to hear this."

Once he knew that he had both of our attentions, Stiles continued.

"I saw my dad leave 20 minutes ago. Dispatch called and they're bringing every officer from the Beacon Department and even the State Police."

He sounded way too excited.

"For what?" Scott demanded.

"Two joggers found a body in the woods," Stiles told us, flipping down from the roof.

Yup. Way, way too excited.

"A dead body?" Scott asked, half in shock.

Stiles popped up over the railing. "No, a body of water. Yes dumbass, a dead body."

He climbed over the rail and stood in front of Scott and I.

"You mean like murdered?" Scott said.

"Nobody knows yet. Just that it was a girl, probably in her twenties," Stiles said, unwavering.

"Hold on," I held my hands up. "If they found a body then what exactly are they looking for?"

Stiles flinched in happiness and grinned like a manic. "That's the best part. They only found half."

Oh no.

"We're going," Stiles told us. No room for discussion.

…

We pulled up in front of the preserve in Stiles powder blue Jeep.

"We're seriously doing this?" Scott demanded as I slammed the door of the Jeep shut.

"You're the one who's always bitching that nothing goes on in this town," Stiles told him, dumbfounded.

"He's not wrong Scotty," I grinned at him.

"Shut up," he mumbled to me.

Stiles patted him on the back and continued into the woods.

"I was trying to get a goodnight's sleep before practice tomorrow," Scott told him.

Right," Stiles called sarcastically, "because sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort."

I had been informed that Stiles and Scott weren't the best players on their lacrosse team by several people.

"No, because I'm playing this year," Scott told him defiantly. "In fact, I'm making first line."

"Hey, that's the spirit," Stiles told him, using the tone of voice that implied that he thought that Scott was insane. "Everyone should have a dream, even if it's a pathetically unrealistic one."

"Alright boys, that's enough," I smiled. In truth, I liked their playful banter. It reminded me of Karen and Stella.

"Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?" Scott asked.

Stopping dead in his tracks, Stiles responded, "Huh. I didn't even think about that."

"And, um, what if whoever killed that girl is still out here?" I questioned.

"Also something that I didn't think about," Stiles said.

We came to an incline and started climbing up it and Scott informed his best friend that his planning skills were lacking before having to lean against a tree.

"You know, maybe the sever asthmatic should be the one with the flashlight," Scott wheezed, taking a few puffs from his inhaler.

We flopped down onto the dead leaves that covered the ground burying the flashlight as the smaller lights in the distance showed up. Stiles got up off the ground after a minute and told us to follow him further into the woods. These boys were going to get me killed. We dodged around the flashlights with Stiles in the lead. I was following behind with Scott, when he pulled me behind a tree.

There was a dog barking and some yelling and then a familiar voice saying "Hang on, hang one. This little delinquent belongs to me."

"Dad, how are you doing?" Stiles mumbled.

Well shit.

"So, do you listen into all of my calls?" the Sheriff asked.

"No!" Stiles exclaimed. "Well, not the boring ones."

"And where's your usual partner in crime?" asked.

"Who? Scott? Scott's at home. He said he wanted to get a good sleep before practise tomorrow. It's just me. In the woods. Alone." Stiles informed him.

Well, it was partly the truth. Just not the 'at home' part.

"Scott, you out there?" the sheriff yelled. "Scott?"

There was a rumble in the sky and then the rain started to come back down.

The Sheriff sighed and turned back to Stiles.

"Well young man, I'm going to walk you back to your car. Then you and I are going to have a conversation about something called invasion of privacy."

Scott hit his head against the tree in frustration muttering to himself in annoyance.

"Hey, it's all good," I told him. "The walk back will be good for us."

"Yeah, I guess," he shrugged.

We continued our walk through the woods, heading back to the edge of the preserve when we heard it. A wolf's howl. It was eerie and loud and kind of terrifying. Shaking my head, we kept going but the howling never stopped. We came to a little clearing and took a moment to let Scott use his inhaler when the ground started to rumble. Then, a huge heard of deer came from behind us. I dropped to the ground and curled in on myself but Scott was kicked over.

"What the hell was that?" I demanded, when the deer were gone.

I'd stood up and gone to help Scott.

"Um, deer?" he told me.

"No shit," I muttered.

But he wasn't listening. He had turned on his phone and was using it to look for something.

"Help me find my inhaler," he whispered to me.

Pulling out my phone, I did the same thing. We brushed over leaves and dirt but came up with nothing. Behind me, Scott screamed. Turning around, I saw nothing. Not even my cousin. I walked over to where he'd been and saw it. It was the head and torso of a young girl.

"Oh my god," I whispered, taking a few steps back.

Wrong idea.

I slipped and fell back down a hill, landing onto Scott.

"Did you see it?" he asked frantically.

"Yeah," I breathed. "Yeah I did."

Scott opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by a low growl behind us. We looked at each other and then slowly pivoted to try and figure out what had made that noise. Hunched between two trees was, what looked like, a wolf on steroids. It was a huge mass of fur and muscle with glowing red eyes and fangs coming out of its mouth. Then it pounced.

It should have been impossible for it to travel the distance that it did. Wolves aren't really known for their jumping abilities. But, somehow, it managed to land on Scott after one jump from fifteen feet away. One it landed, I rolled to the right and watched in terror as the thing pinned my cousin and bit him. Once it had finished with Scott, it turned to me. I closed my eyes and braced myself but nothing happened. It just ran away.

Shaking my head I walked over to Scott.

"Hey," said, hauling him up. "You okay."

"No," he cried. "The damn thing bit me."

Nodding I started pulling him out of the forest. We would look at it when we got home, but for now, we just needed to get out of the woods.