"Samantha! Scott! Guys! Wait up!", Stiles calls after his friends as they get ready.
"Stiles, I'm playing first elimination, can't it wait?", Sam asked, rushing.
"Just hold on, ok?", Stiles said. "I overheard my dad on the phone."
"I told you, I'm going to make first line. Or at least make attack man.", Scott said. "Why are you eavesdropping again?.", Sam asked.
"The fiber analysis came back from the lab in L.A. They found animal hairs on the body in the woods.", Stiles said hastily.
"Stiles, we'll talk about this later.", Sam said. "Come on, Scott."
The players pulled on their helmets and headed out to the field before Stiles could continue. Coach blew his whistle and the team gathered around him in the middle of the field.
"Bring it in, come on!" He yelled. "Come on! Ok, this is how it's going to go. If you don't make the cut, you're most likely going to be sitting on the bench for the rest of the season. You make the cut, you play. Your parents are proud. Girls love ya. Expect for you, Wilson, boys will love you. That's...if you're gay." A light laughter rang out through the team.
"Okay, Coach.", Sam said, rolling her eyes. "Ok, then. Everything else is cream cheese. Now, get out there and show me whatcha got! Jackson! Wilson! You're up!"
"You're shitting me, right, Coach?", Sam asked. "I told you, Wilson. No special treatment on this team. Get out there.", he said before blowing his whistle.
Sam sighed and walked to the center of the field.
She crouched low to the ground and placed the stick to the ground. Jackson did the same in front of her with a smirk.
This fucker.
She looked to the left and saw Scott. He nodded at her before getting ready. The whistle blew and Sam rushed forward past Jackson, scooping the ball up. She tossed the ball to Scott before moving away from an oncoming person.
Scott tossed the ball back to her and she returned to Scott before he passed it back to her. Sam jumped over the three defenses that guarded the goalie and as she landed, she threw the ball into the net.
The team crowded around her and cheered, much to her surprise. Sam glanced at Jackson who looked at her with disdain.
"Wilson!" She heard Coach call her over the cheering. "Get over here!" She walked to him, smug. "What the hell was that?", he asked. "This is a lacrosse field. What are you doing? This isn't ballet. Is that what you think this is?"
"No, Coach", she replied with furrowed eyebrows.
"Then what the hell was that?"
"I was trying to make the shot?", she say, unsure with his aggression.
"Yeah, well, you made the shot. And guess what? You're starting. You made first line." Coach told her as he clapped her shoulders. Sam chuckled and looked at Scott. "McCall! You made attack man!", Coach walked away, yelling. She ran up to him, gathering him a hug. After the game, Sam arrived at Stiles' house.
After the game, Sam arrived at Stiles' house. "Hey, Mr. Stilinski.", she greeted as Stiles' dad opened the door.
"Hey, Sam.", he greeted her with a smile. "Scott and Stiles are upstairs.", he says, letting her in.
"Thanks.", Sam said, taking off her shoes before walking up to Stiles' room. She knocked on the door and Stiles' face popped out.
"Get in.", he rushed, pulling her inside. She walked in and he closed the door behind her. Scott was laying on his back on Stiles' bed, bored.
"Now will you tell us?", Scott asked, sitting up.
"I've been up all night reading.", Stiles rushed. "Websites, books, all kinds of information."
"Stiles, how much Adderall have you had today?", Sam joked, sitting down next to Scott on the bed.
"A lot.", Stiles answered, making Scott and Sam laugh. "Doesn't matter, ok, listen."
"Is this about the body?", Scott asked, calming down. "Did they find out who did it?"
"No," Stiles says. "My dad hasn't found anything. But they do have Derek Hale in questioning."
"The guy in the woods that we saw the other day?", Sam asked.
"Yeah! Yes, but that's not it, ok?" Stiles frantically grabbed papers off his desk and he sat down in his computer chair.
"Okay?", Sam says, confused.
"Remember that joke the other day? Not a joke anymore.", Stiles said. "The wolf. The bite in the woods. I started to do all this reading. Do you even know why a wolf howls?"
"Should I?", Scott asked.
"A wolf howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack.", Sam informed the boy.
"So, if you heard a wolf howling then that means others could have been nearby. Maybe even a whole pack of them.", Stiles said, rushed.
"A whole pack of wolves?", Scott questioned. "No, werewolves.", Stiles corrected. "Dude, really?",
Sam asked, standing and placing her hands on her hips. "Are you seriously wasting our time with this?", Scott growled at Stiles. "You know I'm picking up Allison in an hour."
"And I have to get home and get ready.", Sam said. "I saw you out on the field today.", Stiles said. "Ok, what you two did wasn't just amazing. It was impossible."
"But, I didn't get bit, so I got lucky.", Sam said, shrugging.
"And I knocked a couple people down, so what?", Scott scoffed.
"No, that was an incredible shot and Scott, you practically made those guys do flips. I mean, the way you moved, your speed, your reflexes -- People just can't suddenly do that overnight. And there's the vision, the senses, don't think I haven't noticed that you don't need your inhaler anymore, Scott.", Stiles brought up.
Good point...
"Ok, dude." Scott stopped him. "I can't think about this right now."
"We'll talk about this tomorrow, Sti.", Sam said.
"Tomorrow? What? No!", Stiles protested. "The full moon's tonight. Don't you get it?"
"I just became an attack man.", Scott said. "I even got a date with a girl who I can't believe wants to go out with me."
"Seriously, this can't wait?", Sam asked.
"I'm trying to help.", Stiles said. "You are cursed. You know, it's not really the full moon that will cause you to physically change. It also happens when your bloodlust is at its peak."
"Bloodlust?", Scott questioned him. "Having an urge to kill.", Sam says, looking at Scott.
"I'm already starting to feel an urge to kill, Stiles.", Scott growled at him.
"You gotta hear this.", Stiles said, turning around to his desk. He picked up a brown leather book and began reading from it. "The change can be caused by anger or anything else that raises your pulse. All right? I haven't seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does."
Stiles looked at Sam. "By the way, the date's off tonight, Sam."
"Fine with me.", Sam says, smiling and walking to his door.
Later in the night, the atmosphere felt different. Maybe Stiles was right...
Sam looked at her phone as Stiles' face popped.
She answered. "What, Stillinski?"
"It's Derek! Ok? It's Derek. Derek Hale's the werewolf. He's the one that bit Scott. He's the one that killed the girl in the woods.", he rushed.
"H-Hold on. What!?", Sam asked, shocked.
"Scott left the party and left Allison there. She got a ride and when I told Scott who drove her home and bolted out the window and ran off into the woods."
"Who drove Allison home?", Sam asked, getting ready to leave. If this is real, Scott's out there doing who knows what.
"Sam, Derek's the one that drove Allison home.", Stiles yelled. "Scott's not gonna be happy. I'm on my way to find him."
"Okay, I'll help. Just lemme know whatever happens.", Sam says, leaving the house in a hurry, taking her mom's car and rushing to the woods.
Arriving at the woods, she saw something on a black camaro in the woods parking spot. She parked and ran towards the figure.
"Scott!?", Sam exclaimed. The figure turned to her and lo and behold, it was him.
"What are you doing here, Sam?", Scott growled at her, his eyes a bright golden yellow.
She paused. "Trying to stop you from doing something stupid, obviously.", she said.
"Derek has Allison, Sam."
"How would you know that?"
"I followed her scent here.", he grumbled. Shit.
"Okay, maybe he's not gonna kill her. What about that? Do you think she'd really want to be around you, looking like that?", Sam asked. He growled. "It's a reasonable thought! I mean, you're kinda scaring me right now but here I am.", Sam says, shakily.
They both heard a branch snap and turned to the direction of the sound.
"Where is she?", Scott yelled into the darkness.
"She's safe from you.", Derek's voice reassured, gruffly. Sam looked around, not seeing him at all.
She looked at Scott who was looking around too. Derek finally revealed himself and Scott automatically pounced him. "Scott, stop!!", Sam yelled, running over to him.
"What did you do to her?", Scott growled at the taller man before being pinned.
"Shh, quiet.", Derek growled as he looked around. "Too late. They're here. Run.", he ordered, grabbing Sam and Scott, rushing then into the woods as they heard other footsteps.
Sam heard something whiz past her ear and ducked. Derek pulled her and Scott deeper into the woods and hid them behind a tree.
"Who were they?", Sam rasped, catching her breath.
"Hunters.", Derek says, looking around. "The kind that have been hunting our kind for centuries."
"Your kind...", Sam muttered, looking up at him. He looked at her, glaring slightly. "You mean you.", Scott said to Derek. "You did this to me."
"Is it really that bad?", Derek questioned him. "That you can see better, hear more clearly, move faster than any human could ever hope? You have been given something that most people would kill for. The bite is a gift."
"Well, I don't want it.", Scott argued.
"You will.", Derek said. "And you're going to need me if you want to know how to control it." He patted Scott's shoulder. "So Scott, you and I, we're brothers now."
Derek stood up straight and walked into the darkness. Sam looked at Scott as he looked down at his shaking hands.
She pulled him into a hug. "You're gonna be okay."
She wasn't so sure herself, though. Her best friend was now a werewolf and for what? Why?
She brought him back to her mom's car and saw Stiles' baby blue jeep pull up. He stopped next to them and Scott opened the passenger door to get in.
"You gonna be okay?", Sam asked.
He sighed and looked at Stiles before looking at her. "Yeah, I think so." Sam nodded. "Get home safe. Both of you.", she says, backing away from the door.
She watched as they left, and sighed before turning to the car and paused as she saw Derek leaning up against the passenger door. He constantly had this frown on his face and it irritated her for some reason. Was he always so angry? What was his problem?
"What?", Sam asked. "What're you doing here?"
He looked around before looking back at her. "You won't tell a single soul about this.", he ordered. She looked at him like he'd grown three heads.
Throwing an arm towards the direction Stiles and Scott left, she combatted, "You turned my best friend into a werewolf and the first thing you think I'm gonna do is go and tell people?? Are you dumb?"
He looked taken aback. "That would put both you and him in danger. Not to mention both me and Stiles for even knowing about this shit. I'll look crazy as hell. What's wrong with you?", she asked, incredulously.
His jaw clenched as he looked like he didn't know what to say. "First off, I didn't bite him. I'm just making it clear that this isn't something to just go and talk about with people.", Derek clarified.
Sam threw her hands up, before letting them slap against her thighs. "I don't have a lot of people to talk to."
She pointed in the direction of the retreated jeep. "Those two? My only people. I'm not a snitch.", she says, walking over to the driver's side.
Derek seemed to be satisfied before leaving in silence.