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"Holy fuck."

That seemed to be Cat's mantra ever since she had made the discovery that she was some sort of freak. Well, more than she already was. All she did over the weekend was hide in her room, only coming out to grab some food before rushing back like the hermit she was known to be. And Cat didn't dare try to do… whatever the hell she did the other night. If she was able to tie her arms to her sides to prevent them from moving in fear of making something fly across the room, she would do it faster than you could say, "Send her to Eichen House."

Vivi didn't suspect a thing. It wasn't like Cat's behavior was that abnormal around her sister or Tommy. If anything, they probably just that Cat was being the awkward girl she usually was.

Neither of them could know about this. No one could know about this. Besides, even if Cat did have people to tell, who was going to believe that she had developed the abilities to read people's thoughts and move objects with her mind? Would you believe her? Exactly. Cat would definitely be written off as a psycho and be shipped off to the looney bin.

She would be shunned. Just like she and and her sister were back in Massachusetts by their parents and the church. That was mostly because of Vivi, apparently. Cat still didn't understand why though. Whenever she asked, Vivi refused to talk about it. The only thing she would say was that it was in the past and to only focus on the future. What the hell that meant, who knows? But for now, Cat chose to suffer in silence. Which isn't unfamiliar territory.

Lacrosse practice was about to start any minute. Cat dumped the last bag of ice into the cooler before she filled it with bottles of Gatorade. Then she started pouring water into the other cooler. Her body moved on autopilot, unable to form coherent thoughts. Or any thought, for that matter. Except for obscenities and what the hell she was going to do about this condition she had developed.

Maybe Cat should be sent to Eichen House. Maybe she did belong with all of the other crazies that resided in this weird forsaken town. Maybe she should be sheltered and hidden away and studied by scientists and whatnot-

"Hey."

The sudden voice made the girl jump and clutch onto her chest to feel her erratic heartbeat going off. She turned around to find a pair of eyes hiding behind a lacrosse mask staring at her weirdly. The same pair of blue eyes that were kind enough to help Cat lug up the coolers the other day.

He pulled his helmet off his head, making those judging cerulean eyes appear just a bit brighter. His curly dirty blond hair was also slightly disheveled from the helmet. Another thing Cat noticed was the small cut on his upper lip. Not that she was intentionally staring at his lips, no way. But she was still curious about how he got that cut. Lacrosse? Probably.

Neither of those imperfections didn't deduct the fact that he was kind of cute. More than kind of.

"Can I get some water? You know, before it all goes to waste from overflowing."

"What?" The guy pointed to the cooler and Cat's eyes grew large when she saw that it was indeed filled to the brim. "Oh, shit!" Cat hurriedly grabbed a paper cup and scooped up some ice-cold water. She thrusted the cup at the guy's chest. "Here."

"Thanks." He furrowed his eyebrows after downing half of his water. "You alright there?"

"Yeah," Cat squeaked out. She cleared her throat. "Yeah, I'm- I'm alright. Just have a lot on my mind, that's all."

The guy nodded. "I can see that. Just be careful not to flood the field there."

"Sure thing, Fourteen," Cat quipped. He gave her a funny look. "Get it? Because your jersey number is fourteen?"

He didn't look so impressed. "Clever." He tossed his now empty cup in the trash. "Thanks again." Then he began to join the rest of the team for stills, but not before Cat heard, "Man, she's weird."

Didn't need to tell her twice.

Drills started soon after that. A single file line was formed by half of the team, which included Scott and Stiles. The other half was spread out throughout the field. Jackson was a part of that half. That made Cat nervous, especially when Scott stepped up to the front of the line. He wasn't looking too confident either, but he tried to play it as cool as possible when Coach blew his whistle.

Scott took off running towards the goal. When he tried to get past Jackson, the captain shoved him harshly to the ground. It was a loud slam, making Cat wince and bite her nails.

She couldn't tell wait Jackson had said to Scott, but she did hear him call Scott a loser in his head. God, he was such a dick. So that was why when Coach bent down to talk to her crush, Cat unintentionally focused on the lone lacrosse ball right by the goal. Her eyes kept darting back and forth between the ball and Jackson. What if…

Making sure that no one was watching, Cat discreetly pointed her finger at the ball. Then she flicked her finger towards Jackson and the ball followed suit. It flew at Jackson, smacking him on the back of the helmet. Cat covered her mouth, both to hide the laugh that was dying to bubble out and in disbelief that she actually did that. Jackson's hand felt around his helmet as he whipped his head around in search of the culprit that hit him. Even though he couldn't possibly know that Cat had done it, she avoided all eye contact with him and even pulled her hood over her head.

At this point, Scott was already running back to the front of the line to start again, according to Coach. The timidness that had appeared in Scott before had now been replaced with aggression, a side that Cat had never seen much from him before. His hands were gripping onto his lacrosse stick for dear life like it was a weapon.

God, this was not going to be pretty.

And Cat was right. Because now Scott was the one to run into Jackson after Coach blew the whistle. He rammed into the captain hard. Hard enough to push Jackson onto the ground and have him clutching his shoulder in pain. Not only that, Scott grabbed his head and fell onto his knees. With the exception of Cat and Stiles, Coach and the other teammates flew over to Jackson to check if he was okay. Stiles had gone over to Scott, and who was obviously not okay. The two then ran off the field, everyone else too engrossed in what was happening with Jackson to even notice.

As Cat watched them run off, she ending up locking eyes with Derek, who was standing behind the bleachers with that intimidating scowl on his face. What the hell was he even doing at a high school lacrosse practice anyway? Cat decided not to dwell on that question and followed after Scott and Stiles.

She ended up in the boys locker room when she heard the sounds of metal banging and objects falling. "Scott? Scott, are you okay?"

"Cat, watch out!"

Said girl spun around and just about fainted when she came face to face with Scott.

But it wasn't the same Scott that she had fallen for months ago. No, this Scott's usual sweet brown eyes had turned this goldish amber color. That wasn't even the strangest part. When he growled at Cat (yes, growled), he revealed razor sharp fangs. And he was coming straight towards her.

If only her feet weren't frozen in place and she could actually run for her fucking life. But she just stood there, horrified beyond belief.

Right before Scott could actually attack her, Stiles came to her rescue and sprayed the fire extinguisher at his best friend. Stiles then pulled Cat right outside the locker room so they could hide behind the wall as Scott came down from whatever the hell that was. That was when Cat finally found her voice.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Stiles immediately tried to hush her. "Cat, shut up! Just calm down-"

"Calm down?! Your friend just tried to rip my face off and you're telling me to calm down?!"

"Stiles."

He peered into the locker room. Scott was now back to his normal self, out of breath and sweating. He was sitting on one of the benches.

"What happened?" he asked.

Dropping the fire extinguisher, Stiles tread back into the locker room. He pulled off his gloves. "You tried to kill me and Cat."

"Cat?" Scott asked.

Said girl came out of her hiding and waved. Her face was blank, looking more flushed than usual. "Hey."

"It's like I told you before," Stiles continued, "It's your anger. It's your pulse rising. It's a trigger."

"But that's lacrosse," Scott said, "It's a pretty violent game, if you hadn't noticed."

"Well, it's gonna be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field," Stiles told him, "You can't play Saturday. You're gonna have to get out of the game."

"I'm first line."

"Not anymore."

A part of Scott knew that Stiles was right. He had no control of these new abilities whatsoever. He already tried to kill three people within the past ten minutes alone. What was going to happen when he plays against many other guys who are just as athletic and aggressive? Nothing good, Scott was sure of it.

There went his chance of making a name for himself. This sucked.

"Alright, can one of you clowns please explain to me what the hell is going on?"

Both boys had completely forgotten that Cat was there for a moment. They just kept looking at each other, silently asking the other if they could trust her with this secret. But Scott did. Yeah, Cat may not be the most friendly person in the world at first approach, but she had always been good to Scott. There was no reason why he couldn't tell her. And now that she's seen it firsthand, there was no bullshitting around this that she would actually believe.

Scott sighed. "You might wanna sit down for this one."

Oh, what the hell? Cat went to the other side of Scott on the bench. She kicked a stray lacrosse jersey off before taking a seat. She gave the boys a look to tell them that she was listening to whatever they had to say.

"So funny story," Stiles began, "Scott and I went to look for the other half of that dead body in the woods last week. Of course my dad caught me but poor Scott here got left behind. He got bit by something and long story short-"

"I'm a werewolf."

Cat just stared at Scott at this confession. This had to be a joke. "No. There's no way. Werewolves aren't real."

"Apparently they are," Scott said, "Think about it. I've been playing a lot better in lacrosse. I'm faster and stronger. I wasn't like that before last week."

"I just thought that maybe you were taking performance enhancing medication or something," Cat shrugged.

"Okay, well, remember last week at work when I told you that I had a scratch on my stomach?" Scott asked. Cat nodded. "It was really a werewolf bite. I heal faster now so that's why it wasn't there when I took the bandage off in front of you."

"And the cherry to top off this horror fest sundae," Stiles jumped in, "Derek Hale, the guy that took you and Allison home after the party? Also a werewolf." Cat's jaw almost dropped. "Oh, and Allison's father just so happens to be a werewolf hunter and shot Scott with a crossbow."

Wow. Wow, wow, wow. There were so many thoughts and questions. Like how long have werewolves been a thing for? How did Cat not know that they exist? Did Vivi know about Derek being a werewolf since there were 'friends'? Did Derek know what was going on with Cat? What else was lurking in Beacon Hills?

Yeah. It was utter insanity.

Cat rubbed her now aching head and laughed humorlessly. "Oh my God, it's official. I've gone mad. I've really gone mad."

"We know that it's completely crazy," Scott said, "Hell, I'm still having a hard time believing it myself. But can you promise me that you won't tell anyone about this? No one else can know. Especially Allison…" He grabbed Cat's hand. "Please, Cat?"

It shouldn't have come as a surprise that Allison was Scott's main worry. But could she really blame him? Her dad was a hunter that tried to kill Scott. Whether she knew or not, it still wasn't Cat's business to say anything about this to her. To anyone really.

She looked down at the hand that Scott had grabbed, her cold heart growing warmer by the second. With a sigh, she smiled softly at her crush.

"Your secret's safe with me."

Tommy was so going to kill Vivi for this. She just hoped that he believed her when she told him that she was going out to get lunch. Which she probably should do since all she's had so far today was coffee and a red velvet cupcake, but who had the time for that? Not when Vivi had a couple mysteries on her hands she had yet to solve.

Was she an idiot for still obsessing over these? Pretty much. Did she plan on stopping any time soon? Hell, no.

That was why Vivi was hiding behind the large tree right in front of the remains of the Hale house, waiting for Derek to leave so she could scope out the area. Vivi was just lucky that he hadn't sniffed her out yet. Especially when he finally stepped out of the house in nothing but jeans, preparing to go out for a run. Vivi tried not to stare too long at the six pack that Derek was sporting, but she couldn't help herself. She might've not been interested in dating and was in love with her work, but Vivi was a woman with needs after all. Damn, she needed to get laid. Or at least have a little 'alone time'. She was finally put out of her sexual pining when Derek ran off into the other side of the woods.

Okay, she knew she didn't have that much time before Derek came back. So Vivi needed to make this quick. She came out of her hiding spot and made her way towards the house, dead leaves crunching underneath her shoes every step of the way.

To be honest, Vivi wasn't exactly sure what she was looking for. What she did know was that the police still hadn't found the other half of the body, so maybe she should be starting with that. And when Vivi started to circle around the house, she came across a pile of dirt that struck her as curious. She walked towards it and dropped onto her knees in front of it. Her scarred hand shook as it hovered above the dirt like a metal detector. Now all Vivi could do is wait until she either heard or saw something.

"He's still out there."

Vivi gasped at the female's voice. Well, that was fast. "Who's still out there?"

"Him," the echoed voice told her, "The man who killed me."

"Do you know who the man was?" Vivi asked.

"They call him the alpha." A werewolf. "Please… just look after my brother. Keep him safe from the alpha. From them."

Her brother? "Who's your brother?"

"Look after him. Keep him safe. And beware of the alpha…"

"Wait." Vivi could hear the woman's voice fading away. "Wait!"

And just like that, the woman's presence had vanished.

Shit. So much for getting to the bottom of the case. Vivi couldn't be too disappointed though. She did end up getting a couple of clues, like the fact that the victim must have been a werewolf for her to know about an alpha amongst them. It would explain why she was buried in the soil underneath the Hale house. Maybe Derek could give Vivi any details. He had to have known something. It was a one in a million chance that he would actually tell her anything, but she had to try.

Starting with the most obvious question- who was the alpha?

Normally Cat would have been asleep in her bed at this time at night. Or in her case, tossing and turning as she attempted to fall asleep. Call her crazy, but she had a very strong hunch that whatever was wrong was her had something to do with her restlessness these past few weeks. And now that she knew about Scott's hairy little secret, Cat was inspired to do some research in hopes to gain some insight into her own problems.

With Wanda sleeping peacefully at her side, Cat was sitting on her bed at a quarter past midnight. Only her laptop provided light in her dark room. The first thing that Cat had typed in was 'hearing voices randomly'. What immediately popped up was schizophrenia, which had freaked the girl out to her core when she read off the symptoms- hallucinations, delusions, social withdrawal, and many more that she'd rather not look into. That couldn't be right, however. Yeah, Cat might be experiencing all those things, but that didn't seem like the right word to describe what she was going through. It had to be more complex than that. Besides, she didn't think schizophrenics could move objects with their minds either. So she kept looking.

The second possible explanation she had found was witchcraft. While the information was definitely more complex than the schizophrenia thing and matched her symptoms more accurately, it was still too out of the box for Cat. All the information given to her about witchcraft was about black magic, demons, and overall all things evil. Now she knew that all people who claimed to be witches weren't all bad. And she may have not been an angel, but Cat certainly didn't feel like she was evil. Either way, Cat decided that she couldn't classify herself as a witch. Her search continued.

Wait. This piqued Cat's interest. She clicked on the link that read 'psychic abilities' and it took her to a page that listed off all sorts of things. Two of them being telepathy and telekinesis.

Jackpot.

Cat read dozens of websites relating to telepathy and telekinesis throughout the night. Each article became more relatable as she went through them. While they said that scientists and psychologists had a hard time proving that these abilities were even possible, Cat had no doubt in her mind that this was the answer that she was looking for. And she was pretty sure that these people had never been to Beacon Hills before. However there were many cases studied on telepathy and telekinesis and it seemed like other people had experienced the same thing as she is. In a way, Cat was feeling less and less like a crazy person knowing that she wasn't the only one that could do these things. Allegedly.

One of the things a certain article had mentioned was the movie Carrie, which Cat had oddly never watched before given her love of horror movies. She knew it was going to be a mistake watching this at this time of night, but it was all for research purposes. Boy, was she in for a rude awakening.

This film had hit way too close to home for Cat. It was about a sixteen year old girl named Carrie White who was seen as an outcast at her school and had an overbearing and religious mother. Sounded familiar to Cat, who actually came from two very religious parents so she had that leg up on Carrie. The main character was also telekinetic but not telepathic. Another score for Cat.

Then the movie went haywire when Carrie was pranked by getting a bucket of pig's blood dumped on her after winning prom queen. Carrie sought out revenge and used her telekinetic powers to kill all of her peers and school faculty. The movie ends with Carrie and her mother killing each other and Cat closing her laptop with an expression that would make you think that she had seen a ghost.

Holy mother of God. Cat was Carrie White.

"Cat. Cat… Cat!"

Fingers snapped in the girl's ear, instantly waking her up and jumping in her chair. Allison was standing above her desk with a concerned look. Cat rubbed her eyes.

"God, how long have I been out for?" she asked tiredly.

"Long enough to miss the entire lesson," Allison answered.

Cat looked around and saw that everyone else had left. "Great."

"Don't worry, I already took a picture of the notes and texted them to you."

"You're a doll," Cat yawned. She slung her backpack over her shoulders as she got up from her chair.

"Are you okay?" Allison asked as they walked out of the room, "You have dark circles under your eyes and I can't tell if they're from your eyeliner or not."

"Oh, you know. Lack of sleep can do that to you. I was lucky if I even got an hour's worth last night."

"What were you even doing?"

"Realizing how doomed the rest of my life is gonna be." That part Cat muttered, but Allison still heard it and gave the raven-haired girl a funny look. She just waved it off. "Late night thoughts." Allison didn't look too convinced, but she just shrugged her shoulders.

They didn't get too far into the hallway when they heard Allison's name being called. Low and behold, it was Lydia strutting down the hall with one of the lacrosse boys following her like a puppy. To make things even worse for Cat, it just so happened to be the boy that tried to put the moves on her at Lydia's party. He noticed Cat right away and he avoided all eye contact with her as much as possible. Smart choice.

"Hi, Allison," Lydia chirped. She parked herself in front of Cat, pushing her out of the circle entirely.

She scoffed. "Well, fuck me, I guess."

Of course Lydia ignored her. She smiled at Allison instead. "I'd like you to meet Nathan." She then turn to said boy. "This is Allison."

"Hi," she greeted politely, shaking Nathan's hand.

"Nice to meet you," Nathan said.

"She's the new girl," Lydia told him, "She just moved here."

"Oh, how do you like it?" Nathan asked.

Allison smiled. "I like it."

"Hey, Cat, how's it going?" Cat said to herself since she knew that no one was paying attention to her at this point, "Oh, it's going swell, Cat! Thanks for being the only one who cared to ask!"

She then saw Scott walk up to them just as Lydia pulled Nathan away with that conniving smirk of hers. Judging from the frown the apparent werewolf was sporting, he did not look too pleased with what Lydia was doing.

Oh, this was going to be painful to watch.

"So Lydia's introducing you to everyone?" Scott asked Allison.

"She's being so unbelievably nice to me," she said.

"I wonder why," Scott said sarcastically. Cat could agree with that statement.

"Maybe she gets how much being the new girl can suck."

Cat snorted. "Like she would know anything about that." Scott shot her a look that told her that she wasn't helping at all. "Hey, my locker, whataya know? I'm just gonna… don't mind me." She fumbled with the lock so she didn't have to be a part of the conversation anymore.

When Scott turned back to his crush, he noticed the jacket that was cradled in her arms. Hold on… that was the same jacket that Scott had found in the woods the night of the party. Or more importantly, when Allison's father shot him and Derek confronted him.

"Where did you get that?"

Allison furrowed her eyebrows. "My jacket? It was in my locker. Cat, did you put it in there?"

"No…" Cat answered slowly, still wishing she was anywhere else but there.

"Huh. Maybe Lydia brought it back from the party. She has my combination-"

"Did she say she brought it back or did somebody give her the jacket?" Scott interrupted.

"Like who?" Allison asked.

"Like Derek."

"Your friend?"

"He's not my friend," Scott emphasized, "How much did you talk to him when he drove you home?"

"Mmm, not much at all."

"What did you say?"

Now Allison was starting to get uncomfortable with how direct Scott was being, and quite frankly? Cat didn't blame her one bit. The kid really needed to brush up on his social skills.

Like Little Miss Outcast had room to talk.

Laughing nervously, Allison backed away. "I… gotta get to class."

"Allison-"

"No, I really have to go." If Allison had walked away any faster she would have been running.

And Scott… well, he was pissed. Seething.

Proceeding with caution, Cat put her hand on his shoulder. "Scott-"

"You." He whipped his body around to the girl so fast that even she was starting to feel weary. "Stiles said that Derek drove you home that night too."

"Yeah, but-"

"Did you talk to him?" Scott asked.

"A little," Cat admitted.

"About what?"

About how apparently Derek and Vivi were actually BFFs several years ago. And now looking back on it, Cat is now pretty sure what Derek meant when said that she needed to worry about her own problems. She wasn't going to tell Scott that.

Instead she answered, "Nothing worth mentioning."

That answer didn't seem good enough for Scott. He was still very upset. Was that steam coming out of his ears? "If you excuse me, I think I need to go have a little chat with Derek."

"That's probably not a good idea, Scott," Cat tried to tell him as he turned away, "Scott!"

He was already gone. Well, you couldn't say that Cat didn't try.

As Cat worked on her homework at Vivi's desk in the bakery's kitchen, the oldest Luca sister was putting the final touches on her newest recipe she was testing out for the menu. She piped cream cheese frosting on top of the cinnamon cupcake before finishing it off with a dusting of cinnamon sugar and pieces of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Picking it up, Vivi admired her new creation as if it were a work of art.

Sometimes she amazed herself with just how good she could be at this baking thing.

"Alright, Cat," she said, slicing the cupcake down the middle, "come try this with me."

Never one to refuse a sweet treat, Cat abandoned her homework to join her sister at her work station. "What you got?"

"Cinnamon Toast Crunch cupcake," Vivi described, "It's a vanilla cinnamon cake, cream cheese frosting, cinnamon sugar, and Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal. I'm thinking about creating a breakfast cereal line for the morning hours of the store."

"How fun," Cat swooned. She went to take a bite of the cupcake.

But Vivi stopped her. "Wait! I almost forgot." She stuck a filled pipette in each of their halves. "The best part of cereal is always drinking the milk afterwards. So squeeze the milk into the cake before you eat it."

"It's not as fun if you have to have instructions for eating a cupcake," Cat said, following said instructions anyway.

"You'll thank me later," Vivi said as she did the same, "Cheers!"

They bumped their cupcake halves together before shoving them into their mouths. It didn't take long for Cat to nod her head, keeping her signature deadpan expression on her face.

"Okay, it's pretty damn good."

"See?" Vivi grinned, "Was I right or was I right?"

"Nobody likes a bragger, Vivi," Cat teased playfully. Her sister just shoved her before going back to piping the rest of the batch of cupcakes to advertise upfront. Cat fiddled with the now empty pipette, debating on whether to bring up a certain topic or not. She then decided yes. "Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"How close would you say you are with Derek Hale?"

Vivi's hands squeezed her piping bag so hard that frosting squirted out of the tip, creating a messy blob on top of one of the cupcakes. Her green eyes were wide as she faced her sister, who was as unnervingly cool after asking a question like that.

"How do you know Derek Hale?"

"Remember the other night after Lydia's party, I had someone bring me home?" Cat asked. Vivi nodded. "Derek was that someone."

"Jesus, Cat," Vivi sighed, "You didn't think to tell me that?"

"He said that you two were friends so I thought it wasn't a big deal!" Cat said.

"So you trust anyone who tells you that they're my friend?" Vivi questioned.

Cat toed the tile floor. "That's not important here. Can you just answer the question?"

"I mean, he and I were kind of close in school. He and I haven't really spoken since you and I left for Massachusetts with Mom and Dad. I didn't even think Derek remembered me."

"Well, trust me, he remembers you," Cat told her. That made Vivi feel a little funny inside. "Do you know anything about him that's a little… out of the ordinary?"

Crossing her arms in front of her chest, Vivi squinted her eyes. "Is there something you're not telling me?

"Is there something you're not telling me?"

Tommy entered the kitchen before the atmosphere between the sisters could get tense. "Hey, V, there's a customer that wants to talk to you about wanting to do a cake testing for her wedding."

"Tell her I'll be right there," Vivi told Tommy. He nodded and went back to the front. Vivi turned back to Cat. "Look, all I'll say about Derek is that he comes from a troubled past. If you ever come across him again, just be careful. And tell me about it next time. Now can you do your homework on one of the tables outside? Get some fresh air."

As much as Cat wanted to press on about the subject, she knew that Vivi wasn't going to give her the answers she desired. There was something that was telling her that Vivi did know a more than she was letting on, but given her history, the oldest Luca sister kept her lips shut on anything that involved her parents, Chicago, and apparently now Derek. So there was no point in pestering her about it. With a roll of her light blue eyes, Cat gathered her textbooks and homework and did as her sister told her.

Shit, that was close. That was a conversation that Vivi was not ready to have with her sister yet. Clearly Cat did know something, but Vivi couldn't tell her. Not right now anyway. She probably should for Cat's safety. But Vivi was hoping that the teenager would just stay out of the eery occurrences in Beacon Hills. Which might be a bit of wishful thinking at this point.

The sharp pain in Vivi's hands reminded her that squeezing the piping bag had triggered her injury and she massaged them to ease them. Until then, she had a customer to attend to.

Cat had resumed her homework at the table right outside the bakery and had about finished trigonometry. She was about to start on US History when she felt a couple pairs of eyes on her. Tell her why she was not the least bit surprised to find Scott and Stiles staring back at her from across the table.

"What?"

"How would you like to go on a mission with us?" Stiles proposed.

"What kind of mission?" Cat asked in suspicion.

"A mission to find the other half of the body," Scott answered.

"You're serious." The boys nodded their heads. Cat was not liking this. "Why would I want to do that?"

Scott looked around to make sure no one was listening in. "I smelled blood when I went to Derek's house. I think he's the one that killed that girl. So if we can bust Derek, then we can get him off all our backs."

"So what do you say, Cat?" Stiles asked, "Are you in?"

Contemplating this risky offer, Cat's eyes looked through the bakery window to watch Vivi talk to one of her customers. Maybe this was what Vivi meant when she said Derek was troubled. If that was the case, he needed to be stopped before anyone else can suffer another death.

Was Cat really going to go through with this? Yep.

"I'm in."

"Yes!" Stiles pumped his fists in excitement. "Congratulations, Catalina Luca. You're now officially one of us."

The girl remained stoic. "Today must be my lucky day."

The three of them rode in Stiles's jeep to the Beacon Hills Hospital before they could go to Derek's house. They had to check if the scent that Scott detected earlier that day matches the other half of the body the police found. Since Scott's mom worked here as a nurse, they had to be extra sneaky and not get caught.

They went inside to find the room the lower half of the body was residing in. After walking through the entrance way, Cat spotted the sign for the morgue. Bingo.

"Hey." She pointed to the sign.

Scott nodded. "Okay." He spun around to make sure no one else was watching him go in the hallway.

"Good luck, I guess," Stiles said as his best friend shut the door behind himself.

"So… now what do we do?" Cat asked.

"Now we wait."

They entered the waiting room and what do you know? Lydia just so happened to be sitting in one of those chairs. Must this girl be everywhere Cat turned?

As soon as Stiles noticed Lydia, he began to freak out. He rubbed his hand over his face. "Oh my god." He straightened himself up and strolled over to the strawberry blonde. Cat laughed to herself.

"Can't wait for the secondhand embarrassment I'm gonna get from this."

But she made herself comfortable in one of the chairs around the corner to get a good view of the disaster about to take place.

Stiles leaned against the way. "Hey, Lydia. You probably don't remember me. Um, I sit behind you in Biology." Lydia just twirled her hair dumbly and cocked her head. "Uh, anyway, I always thought that we just had this kind of connection. Unspoken, of course. Maybe it'd be kind of cool to, get to know each other a little better."

With the way Lydia stared up at Stiles as he was talking, you would think that she was actually listening to what he was saying. Cat was about to be impressed until Lydia moved her hair to reveal the Bluetooth in her ear.

"Hold on, give me a second," she told whoever she was on the call with and took the Bluetooth out. She looked back at Stiles. "Yeah, I didn't get any of what you just said. Is it worth repeating?"

Cat's was about to laugh her ass off as Stiles's mouth kept opening and closing to find the right answer. "Uh, um, no," he ended up saying, "Sorry. I'll just sit." Lydia put the Bluetooth back in. "You don't care." He took the chair next to Cat.

"Pathetic much?" she snickered.

"Shut up," Stiles grumbled as he picked up the magazine on the menstrual cycle on the table next to him.

"You know, I've never really understood what you saw in her," Cat continued, "Surely you can do better."

Stiles gawked at her, "I'm sorry, have you not seen Lydia Martin? Shes better than better. She's the best."

"Yeah, the best of the worst."

"Make all the comments you want," Stiles said, "but one day when you fall in love with someone, you're gonna understand exactly the way I am with Lydia."

"I don't think that's happening any time soon," Cat scoffed, slumping in her chair. Because she certainly wasn't going to give away her true feelings for Scott to his best friend.

She played with the strings of her hoodie as Stiles read through the descriptive magazine. From the corner of Cat's eye, she saw Jackson walking up to Lydia while clutching his shoulder. The strawberry blonde stood up.

"Did he do it?" she asked.

"He said not to make a habit of it," Jackson told her, "but one cortisone shot won't kill me."

"You should get one right before the game too," Lydia said. Jackson glared at her. "The pros do it all the time. You want to be a little high school amateur? Or do you want to go… pro?"

Lydia pulled Jackson in and they started making out with each other. Hello? Had they no shame? Cat wanted to barf.

"Ew."

On the other hand, Stiles couldn't look away. Cat smacked his arm to get him to stop staring, but he just kept going. It wasn't until the magazine was ripped out of his hand that he snapped out of it. "Holy God!"

"The scent was the same," Scott said as he stood in front of Stiles and Cat.

Both of them stood up. "You sure?" Stiles asked.

"Yes."

"So he did bury the other half of the body on his property?" Stiles asked.

"Which means we have proof he killed the girl," Scott affirmed.

Stiles started to walk. "I say we use it."

"And how the hell do you plan on doing that?" Cat asked incredulously.

"Tell me something first, Scott," Stiles said, stopping to look at the other two teenagers, "Are you doing this because you want to stop Derek, or because you want to play in the game and he said you couldn't?"

"There are bite marks on the legs, Stiles," Scott emphasized, "Bite marks."

Nodding, Stiles said, "Okay. Then we're gonna need a shovel." He pushed Scott and Cat ahead of him.

"Do all of his plans start off like this?" Cat whispered to Scott.

"Pretty much, yeah."

Derek exited out of his house and walked over to the driver's side of his Camaro. Cat had to admit, as much as she was afraid of the guy, he really did have a sweet car. He climbed inside and drove off to who knows where with the engine revving loudly. Stiles took that as his cue and pulled up his jeep right where the Camaro was.

Each in tow with a shovel, the teenagers jumped out of the jeep. Seriously, why did this kid have so many shovels? This was so not how Cat envisioned her Friday night at all.

"Wait, something's different," Scott thought out loud as they walked over to the not suspicious pile of dirt.

"Different how?" Stiles asked.

"I don't know."

"Alright, let's just get this over with," Cat said, already losing her patience, "This place gives me the creeps."

Scott was the first to jab the dirt with his shovel and went to work. The other two followed suit.

Minutes (which felt like hours) later, the hole was getting deeper but nothing had been found yet. All three teenagers were sweating and panting from all the shoveling. Their arms were going to be jello after this. Man, just how deep did Derek bury that girl? She might as well have been in Hell if she was that deep underground.

"This is ridiculous," Cat groaned, "We've been at this forever with nothing to show for it except calluses on my hands."

"For real, Stiles," Scott agreed, "This is taking way too long."

"Just keep going," the hyper teenager said.

"What if he comes back?" Scott asked.

"Then we get the hell outta here."

Cat snorted. "Brilliant."

"What if he catches us?" Scott asked.

"I have a plan for that," Stiles said.

"Which is?"

"You run one way. I run the other. Whoever he catches first, too bad." Idiot.

Then Cat thought of something. "Wait, what about me?"

"You can be bait," Stiles offered, "Derek's less likely to maim you since you're a girl."

"As we're digging up the upper half of a dead woman's body!"

Oh, yeah. "Good point. Sorry, Cat."

"I hate you so much," Cat grumbled, continuing to dig.

Just when he was about to retort back, Stiles's shovel hit something with a thud. "Oh, stop, stop, stop." They all tossed their shovels to the side and used their hands to push away the rest of the dirt that covered a sheet tied off with some rope.

"Hurry," Scott demanded as they attempted to untie the rope.

"I'm trying," Stiles said, "Did he have to tie the thing in, like, nine hundred knots?"

"Oh my god, I'll do it," Cat grumbled, her hands moving faster.

Finally they were able to get the ropes untied and unwrapped the sheet. Neither of them were expecting to discover the head of a large black freakin' wolf underneath. The three of them screamed and jumped out of the hole they literally and figuratively dug up.

"What the hell is that?!" Cat screamed.

"It's a wolf," Scott exclaimed in bewilderment.

"Yeah, I can see that," Stiles said with a 'no shit' tone, "I thought you said you smelled blood, as in human blood."

"I told you guys it was something different," Scott said.

"This doesn't make any sense."

"We gotta get out of here," Scott told the other two.

"Yes, please," Cat sighed, already trying to scoop some dirt on the wolf, "Can you guys help me cover this thing up?"

Scott was just about to when he noticed Stiles staring far off at something. "Hold on a second, Cat. Stiles, what's wrong?"

"You see that flower?" Stiles asked, pointing to a purple flower poking out from the ground.

"What about it?"

"I think it's wolfsbane."

Scott wasn't getting it. "What's that?"

"Uh, haven't you ever seen The Wolf-Man?" Stiles asked.

"No," Scott said as he shook his head.

"Lon Chaney Jr.?" Stiles listed off, "Claude Rains? The original classic werewolf movie?"

"No! What?"

It was Stiles's turn to get annoyed and he rolled his eyes at his best friend's lack of knowledge. "You are so unprepared for this." He went to grab the flower.

"Do you know what he's talking about?" Scott asked Cat.

"I have seen The Wolf-Man a couple times, yeah," she admitted. Scott sighed in defeat. "Maybe you do need to learn all things werewolf. Brush up on some pop culture." A shiver ran down Cat's spine as the memory of a blood-covered Carrie came back to her.

Both Scott and Cat watched as Stiles picked up the wolfsbane only to find rope tied to the stem of it. Stiles pulled on the rope, ending up unraveling more and more of it as he circled around the hole. It seemed to have created some sort of spiral and it just confused the teenagers even more.

Cat broke her vision away from Stiles back to the hole. Her eyes grew wide at the new sight at took place. Not breaking away from what she was seeing, she lightly hit Scott's arm to get him to look.

And when he did, he had the same reaction as his coworker. "Stiles…"

Said boy stopped his unraveling to join the other two. He practically yelped when he looked down into the hole at the upper half of the woman's body in place of the wolf.

Derek really did kill that girl. Holy shit.

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