Maya's POV

I told him.
I told him everything that's been happening to me. The drawings. The dreams. The shaking. The wildfire in my veins.
Everything.

While I was talking he listened intently, only asking questions after I finished.

He asked if anyone knew. He meant Scott. I didn't have to tell him anything, the look on my face said enough. I was glad Derek didn't judge me for keeping it from them. I was scolding myself enough for it as it is.

He told me he hadn't heard of anything like it before but that he'd look into it.

Our conversation was interrupted by my phone buzzing. It was Scott, no doubt asking me to come along to break into the school.

Derek advised me to follow him into the bus. He thought it only fair for me to find out the truth as well, seeing as I was on the receiving end. Well, sort of.

He made me promise to keep him posted if anything happens. Or rather when anything else happens.

He gave me his number before vanishing into thin air.

Which brings us here. Sitting in the back of Stiles' Jeep as we drive up to the gate.

I'm first to leap out as soon as Stiles puts it in park. I make my way to the gate quickly before being stopped.

"Hey, no, just me. Someone needs to keep watch," Scott slows us down. I immediately look towards Stiles.

Stiles scoffs at Scott, who'd also looked at him. "How come I'm always the guy keeping watch?"

He goes to climb the fence but Scott pulls him back down. "Because there's only three of us," Scott says exasperatedly.

"Two, actually," I say from the other side of the fence.

They turned to look at me simultaneously. "How did you-" Scott starts to ask but I just shrug in response.

"Okay, why's it starting to feel like you're Batman and I'm Robin?" Stiles points an accusing finger at Scott. "I don't want to be Robin all the time," Stiles says, disgruntled.

"Nobody's Batman and Robin any of the time," Scott squints his eyes at him exasperatedly.

"Not even some of the time?" Stiles sounds offended.

Scott sighs. "Just stay here."

"Oh, my God! Fine," Stiles groans and retreats to his Jeep while Scott climbs the fence.

He grunts as he lands on the other side. We walk to the bus hesitantly with me going ahead of him.

I keep walking until I notice Scott isn't following me. I turn around and see him standing with his eyes closed.

After a second his eyes shoot open, alarmed with him breathing heavily. He must've remembered something.

We continue on and cross the police tape. I stop in front of the door. Flashes of last night's dream cloud my sight, but with someone else in my place. Scott walks up and places his hand onto the glass.

He surges back at the memory, inhaling sharply. With ragged breath, Scott pushed the doors open before pulling himself up and into the bus.

I take in a calming breath and trail behind him. Scott takes slow steps down the aisle while I close the door behind me.

I remember hiding here, crouched down on the steps, cornered. I shake the thought out of my mind and walk up to the aisle before I freeze.

Scott's hand glides down the chairs. He grips one as another memory surges through him.

I look down at the ground, my body shaking. I remember lying on the ground. I remember how it felt to be dragged along the aisle with a clawed hand around my ankle.

'But that wasn't real,' I remind myself. 'I wasn't there. I was at home, sleeping in my bed. It was just a dream.' But it felt like more than that.

After breathing heavily for a second longer, Scott lets go of the seat and continues to the back of the bus.

I catch up to Scott and walk a small distance behind him. We look around at the seats with blood dripping down the leather.

He looks at the back of the bus and jumps back. Yelping with his hands held up, I catch him before we fall back. As I put my hand on his shoulder my head flies back.

The image of a dark figure throwing a seat through the bus plays before my eyes. I snap back to reality and look at Scott.

'Did I just-' Scott looks around the bus some more, trying to trigger another memory. I keep my hand on his shoulder.

His eyes skim the windows before landing back onto the ground. I feel my head tilt back as I get swept along in the memory.

The busdriver is on the floor in front of us. He's screaming as he tries to hold onto a seat with one hand, while desperately stretching out the other towards Scott.

Scott leans forward hesitantly and grasps onto his forearm. He looks up just in time to see a clawed hand coming down on him.

We jump back, gasping as we're pulled out of the memory. I stumble back into one of the seats. Luckily it wasn't covered in blood.

I look over at Scott. He's looking down at his hands in disbelief. A gleam in the darkness catches my eye.

"Scott?" He doesn't seem to hear me as he's still eyeing his hands. I side step to the door, keeping low to the ground.

He doesn't look up until Stiles' horn sounds. He looks disoriented as a flashlight shines through the bus. Shit.

I quickly make my way out of the bus and sprint to the fence. I can hear Scott behind me as I rol underneath the gate.

I get to my feet and hear something overhead. I duck as Scott flips over me and rolls on the grass. We hurry into the Jeep and I leap into the backseat.

"Go! Go! Go! Go!" Scott tells Stiles as we rush away.

Even as we reach the main road, we keep an eye out for anyone following us. "Did it work? Did you remember?" Stiles asks, still shooting glances at the rearview mirror.

"Yeah, I was there last night. And the blood, a lot of it was mine," Scott says loudly over the sound coming from the open windows.

"So, you did attack him?"

"No. I saw glowing eyes in the bus, but they weren't mine- It was Derek." No, it wasn't. You could barely say that there was a person behind it, let alone anything other than a monster. Not to mention that that thing had blood red eyes, Derek's are an ice cold blue.

But I can't exactly say that without telling them that I went to see him in the woods. They'll figure it out eventually, and it's not like I'm an expert on werewolf eyes.

"What about the driver?"

"I think I was actually trying to protect him."

Stiles frowns. "Wait- Why would Derek help you remember that he attacked the driver?" Maybe because he didn't do it.

"That's what I don't get."

"It's gotta be a pack thing."

"What do you mean?" Scott turns to him confusedly.

"Like an initiation. You do the kill together."

"Yeah, 'cause ripping someone's throat out is a real bonding experience?" Scott comments next to him.

"Yeah, but you didn't do it! Which means you're not a killer!" Stiles reassures. "And it also means that-"

"I can go out with Allison," Scott smiles dreamily.

Stiles turns to him with an offended look. "I was gonna' say it means you won't kill us..."

"Oh, yeah. That, too." I roll my eyes.

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When Stiles dropped us off at home, I could sense that Scott wanted to talk. But I guess he saw that I wasn't up for anything right about now and thought the long day had taken its toll on us. So he didn't bring it up and called it a night.

I go to my room and close the door behind me with a sigh. Finally some peace and quiet. I walk to my window and open it. I close my eyes and let the cool night air rush in and still my restless mind.

I settle into my desk chair and open the bottom drawer. Rummaging through it, I retrieve the pale brown notebook. I skim my fingertips over the crescent before opening it where I left off.

I started to recollect the events of the day and put pen to paper. I didn't go into detail about the dream, not wanting to recall those feelings again. But I did write what happened on the bus.

I still don't quite understand it. It was like, when I touched him, I was somehow detached from myself. Like I was there but not there. I was seeing it happen but I wasn't a part of it. I was just a spectator watching everything unfold.

I made a mental note to tell Derek about it. 'What about Scott? Or Stiles? When are you going to let them in on everything?' a sweet voice in my head asked.

I should tell them. The longer I wait, the more I'll hurt them when I do tell them and I don't want to hurt them. That's the last thing I'd want to do.

I'll tell them tomorrow, after Scott's date with Allison.

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I'm back and glad to be back. Did you miss me?

Sorry for the late update.
I've been crazy busy lately and found very little time to write, plus I thought the full moon was an appropriate time to publish.

This is a shorter chapter to get back into it and I'll try to update sooner

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