Maya's POV

After Stiles drops me off I scurry upstairs.

I texted Emma on the way over asking to pick me up. I knew she was already planning on going to the party. Though it took her some convincing to believe that I was going to a party in the first place.

I couldn't very well tell her about Scott. What if knowing would put her into harms way? I couldn't risk it.

I took a quick shower and changed into some shorts and a crop top.

"Mom!" I heard Scott exclaim surprised as I tied the laces of my heels. I finished and walked towards the door.

"Is this a party or a date?" mom asked. I slide down the door and put my ear against it to tune in on their conversation, not wanting to interrupt.

"Maybe both," Scott replied shyly.

"And her name is?" she asked intrigued.

"Allison." You could practically hear him smiling.

"Allison. Nice." Then I heard a faint rattling.

"Thank you," he said in a small voice.

"We don't need to have a talk, do we?"

"Mom, I'm not having the safe sex talk with you." I inhale sharply as I look up at the sky. Oh, dear.

My mom starts laughing. "Oh, my God. No, I meant about keeping the tank full. Give me those back," she say and takes the keys.

"Are you serious?" Scott says defeated.

"You bet your ass I am serious. I'm not gonna' end up on some reality television show with a pregnant 16-year-old. Come on!"

I wonder how he's getting himself out of this one. I heard the doorbell ring. Emma's here.

I brush off my clothes and take the jean jacket hanging off of my desk chair. I say goodbye to mom and head for the door. Here we go.

—

When we reached Lydia's there were a lot of people there already. I could faintly hear the music from the house.

There were a bunch of people in front of it, some talking and some dancing drunkenly.

Luckily we found a parking spot a little further down the road.

We manoeuvred through the drunk people out front. As we walked in, the strong scent of alcohol and sweat wafted my way.

"Emma!" I heard someone shout. I couldn't locate were it came from exactly. Emma looked back at me. I could see in her eyes that she didn't wan't to leave me on my own.

"Go ahead. I'll catch you later," I say over the music. I can't have her around if something does happen anyways.

She hesitates a little, but heads over to where they were standing in the corner.

I pour myself a cup of soda in the kitchen and make my way out into the backyard, no longer being able to bear the toxic smell that filled the house.

There was a fairly large crowd of teenagers dancing here as well.

As I searched the yard, I found a dark corner that seemed empty as far as I could see.

I struggle between the drunk teens until I reach the other side. I sit down on a small wall near a bonfire next to the gate and observe the scene before me. From where I was sitting, I had a great view of the door and the dance floor.

I didn't have to wait long before I saw Scott arriving with Allison. Scott looked my way and I shot him an encouraging smile.

I hadn't even noticed someone had come up next me 'till I heard a dog behind the gate start to growl and bark.

I look back and jump up when I see a broad shouldered man looking back at me confused.

"Geez! Didn't anyone ever tell you not to sneak up on people?" I hold my hand to my chest.

He looked back at the animal and in no time it quieted down.

"How'd you do that?" I stood perplexed.

He turned around and then I recognized him. It was the guy from the woods. Derek Hale, right?

"I don't think I introduced myself last time," I held my hand out to him. "I'm-"

I hear a commotion behind me and turn around. I see some guys standing in a kluster laughing loudly. 'Drunks', I thought to myself.

When I look back, Derek's gone. I look around only to see something running up the roof of the neighbors.

Shrugging off the unsettling feeling building up inside me, I go back to keeping an eye on Scott.

I was out of soda and while I went for a refill, I heard Allison's worried voice. "Are you okay?" Then my brother brushed past me, hunched over. I put my cup down and go after him.

Stiles was talking to Scott as he stumbled through the crowd.

He looked disoriented. He walked down the steps with Allison, Stiles, and I behind him. He looked almost in pain.

Scott leaned against his car, stepped in and drove off, leaving Allison disappointed in the middle of the driveway.

I was going to offer her a ride when a guy in a leather jacket showed up out of nowhere.

"Allison," he called out to her and she turned around. She didn't seem to recognise him. "I'm a friend of Scott's."

I couldn't see his face but I had a feeling I'd seen him before.

Allison, still confused as to what happened, looked back in the direction Scott drove in and looked back to see him standing closer.

"My name's Derek," he said. Then it clicked, it was the guy from the woods. How'd he get past me?

"I'll go check on Scott," Stiles reassured me.

"I'm driving," I say while holding up his keys, which I expertly took out of his pocket.

Stiles looked at me insulted and went over to the other side of the car.

—

"I knew this was going to happen. Maybe not this specifically, but I knew he'd lose control," Stiles said sitting next to me. But I was too busy worrying about Scott and not driving the jeep into a ditch.

We got out of the car and went towards the front door.

"I guess this confirm's my theory. There are werewolves in Beacon Hills... and Scott's one of 'em," Stiles continued.

"Maybe we could talk about this later, 'cause right now my brother's turning into a werewolf and he needs our help," I turned to him before going inside.

"Right," Stiles mumbled, nodding.

I run up the stairs and pound on his bedroom door. "Go away," I can hear Scott's laboured voice.

"Scott, it's us," Stiles answers. I hear him come up to the door and unlock it.

Stiles tries to open it, but Scott seems to be pushing it from the other side.

"Let us in, Scott. We can help," I try, but he wouldn't let the door open any wider.

"No! Listen, you've gotta' find Allison," he said out of breath.

"She's fine, alright? I saw her get a ride from the party. She's... She's totally fine, alright?" Stiles answers.

"No, I think I know who it is."

"Who... Just let us in. We can try-" I said frustrated.

"It's Derek. Derek Hale is the werewolf. He's the one that bit me. He's the one that killed the girl in the woods," he said, rushed.

Wait. "Scott... Derek's the one who drove Allison from the party."

As soon as I said it, Scott slammed the door shut and locked it.

Oh, no! I hit the door. "Scott!" He's going to do something stupid. And soon after, I heard a tremendous roar.

We ran down the stairs and out the door, just to see Scott running off. I curse under my breath.

We go to the jeep and drive to Allison's house. I jump out of the car and run up the driveway.

As Stiles reaches the door, he rings the doorbell like a maniac.

"Come on, come on, come on," he knocks on the door waiting for an answer.

The door opens revealing a red haired woman who looks back at us blankly.

"Hi, Mrs. Argent. Um... You have no idea who we are. We're friends of your daughter's," I pointed to the platform of the second floor. How do I say this?

"Uh, look," Stiles continued for me, "this is gonna' sound kind of crazy, um, really crazy, actually. You know what? Crazy doesn't even describe..." he was cut off.

"Allison! It's for you," Mrs. Argent yells as Allison comes around the corner of the second floor.

'Oh.'

Third person POV

Scott jumped on the roof of the black Camaro and looked in to find it empty. He'd reached the Beacon Hills Preserve.

He leaped off the car and into the woods. Scott ran through the woods aimlessly looking for Derek.

He stopped in a clearing and looked around. Everything was in a red haze before his eyes.

He ran until he saw something hanging off of a low tree branch. It was a black blazer Scott recognised as the one Allison wore to the party.

He heard a rustling behind him. He looked back but saw no one through the fog.

"Where is she?" Scott asked, his voice sounding distorted.

"She's safe. From you," Derek said lowly, from behind Scott.

As Scott looked around for him, he was caught off guard when Derek jumped him from the back.

They grunt as they struggle down the hill. Derek gets the upper hand and pulls Scott up against a tree, holding him back. His hand pressed at the base of his throat.

"What did you do with her?" Scott asked desperately, but was cut off.

"Shh! Quiet," Derek silences him and listens carefully.

Derek breathes in angrily. "Too late. They're already here. Run," he turns to Scott before running off.

Scott, not knowing what's going on, runs after him when he's blinded by a bright light.

He stumbles backwards. But gets pinned to a tree when an arrow hits him and goes straight through his arm. Scott screams at the pain.

He struggles to remove it as he looks in the direction it came from.

Three men emerge from the fog, one of them's holding a crossbow, another with a shotgun.

They lower their weapons and the man in the middle, the one with the crossbow, steps forward into the light and looks at Scott. 'He must be the leader.'

Derek heard Scott and came back. But when he saw them, he kept a distance, staying low to the ground and assessed the situation.

"Take him," the leader told the others, which stirred up fear into Scott.

But then, one of the men was thrown back and away from the group, which caught the others attention.

As they looked back, the one with the shotgun was thrown back as well and hit a tree.

The leader drew his gun and looked behind him. Derek took the opportunity to sneak towards Scott and break the arrow.

Scott yelped and ran after him. They kept running 'till Scott dropped to his knees against a tree, panting.

When he turned back to human he sat down against it.

"Who were they?" Scott asked out of breath, his voice back to normal.

"Hunters. They've kind of been hunting us for centuries," Derek said unfazed, checking their surroundings.

"Us?! You mean you! You did this to me!" Scott yells at him distraught.

Derek turns around and slowly walks up to Scott: "Is it really so bad, Scott? That you can see better, hear more clearly, move faster than any human could ever hope? You've been given something that most people would kill for. The bite is a gift."

"I don't want it," Scott replied sullenly.

"You will. And you're gonna' need me if you want to learn how to control it." Derek takes a hold of Scott's shoulder. "So you and me, Scott, we're brothers now." Derek lets go of him and disappears once more into the darkness.

Scott, still clutching his arm, lets himself slide down to the ground and catches his breath.

Maya's POV

I was sitting on the edge of my bed with my head in my hands, my leg bouncing up and down. I hadn't heard from Scott all night.

On the way back from Allisons, my right forearm started to ache immensely. I was going to go look for him in the woods, but then Stiles pointed out that running through the woods on a full moon with werewolves, one of which has already killed someone, wasn't a good idea.

I look up to the buzzing of my phone on the hard wood of my nightstand.

Scott.

Scott: could you come get me?

sure. where are U?

Scott: in the woods. ill tell you everything later

I rush down the stairs and head for the door. Then I noticed that the car keys were gone. Mom must've taken the early shift as well. I take out my phone and dial Stiles' number.

—

I see a guy walking along the side of the road, holding his arm in nothing but his jeans. "That must be Scott."

Stiles slows down next to him. I go sit in the back, so Scott can sit in the front. He thanks me as I hand him Stiles' jacket. He leans against the window exhausted. He must've been up all night.

"You know what actually worries me the most?" he said, sounding defeated.

"If you say Allison, I'm gonna punch you in the head," I say annoyed.

"She probably hates me now," the desperation clear in his voice.

"Ugh. I doubt that. But, you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology", I sighed.

"Or," Stiles interjected, "you know, you could just, tell her the truth and revel in the awesomeness of the fact that you're a freaking werewolf."

He looks over to see us shooting daggers at him.

"Okay, bad idea..." Stiles said under his breath looking back at the road ahead.

"Hey, we'll get through this. Come on, if we have to, we'll chain you up ourselves on full moon nights and feed you live mice," I say, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"I had a boa once, I could do it," Stiles said, looking over at us.

Scott shot us a look and scoffed before looking out of the window once more.

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