Maya's POV

Scott stood against the front of the jeep looking at the Hale house. I sat in the passenger seat with my feet dangling off the side holding onto Scott's jacket. He handed it to me when he noticed me shivering before. I should've worn a warmer jacket. I watched as the police led Derek out of his house.

He looked over at us. Well, it was more of a glare if anything. From the corner of my eye I could see Scott look away, but I didn't.

I looked into his eyes for any sign of remorse, but he kept his poker-face up and let nothing other than annoyance shine through.

His arms were behind his back, the cuffs keeping them in place. The cops lead him into the back of a police car.

As I looked at the officers working the crime scene, from the corner of my eye I noticed Stiles was making his way to the car Derek was in.

I looked over at Scott, he must've known what I was going to do as he kept shaking his head and whispering: "No."

Ignoring him I made my way to the cop car before Stiles did. "Oh, God," I heard Scott mutter under his breath as he turned away from us.

When I got into the front of the car I made sure there was enough space for Stiles, which ended up being the right decision as he burst into the car.

"Okay, just so you know, I'm not afraid of you," Stiles told him as he got close to the screen separating us from Derek.

Derek simply glared up at him, not saying a word. Stiles visibly swallowed and moved back from the screen. Not afraid, huh?

"Okay, maybe I am. Doesn't matter," he said, less confident than before.

He inched closer to the screen and glanced at the cops outside the car before speaking in a more hushed tone. "I just wanna know something. The girl you killed? She was a werewolf. She was a different kind, wasn't she? I mean, she could turn herself into an actual wolf, and we know Scott can't do that."

"Is that why you killed her?" I say in a hushed voice as well. Derek's eyes shifted from glaring at Stiles to me, his gaze softening for a second before he turned back to Stiles.

"Why are you so worried about me, when it's your friend who's the problem?" Derek voices irritably and motioned his head towards Scott. Stiles backed away from the screen as I looked out at my twin standing against the jeep trying not to seem suspicious.

"When he shifts on the field, what do you think they're gonna do, huh? Just keep cheering him on?" I didn't want to admit it but there was some truth behind his words.

"I can't stop him from playing, but you can," Derek got close to the screen this time. "And trust me," he looked us over, "you want to."

Shortly after that the door behind Stiles opened up. Stiles was still in shock from what Derek had just said that he didn't notice it until he was pulled out of the car by the arm.

I could hear Stiles repeatedly say 'ow' as he was dragged to the front of the car by his father. "There, stand," sheriff Stilinski ordered as he let go of his arm. Stiles lets out a deep sigh.

I silently got out of the car, not wanting to draw attention to myself, especially not from sheriff Stilinski as he's scolding Stiles for the same thing I was doing.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Stilinski exasperatedly whispered at his son.

"I'm just trying to help," Stiles voiced shrugging with his hands in his pockets. I made it to Scott's side at last as I looked at the bickering Stilinski's.

"Uh-huh, okay, well, how 'bout you help me understand exactly how you came across this?" Sheriff Stilinski put his hands in his pockets as well and looked at his son for clarification.

"We were looking for Scott's inhaler..." Stiles said, sighing.

"Which he dropped when?" his father asked impatiently.

"The other night," Stiles responded hesitantly.

"The other night when you were out here looking for the first half of the body?" I crossed my fingers hoping he'd say no. I remembered Stiles told him when he was caught that we were at home.

"Yes," Stiles said frustrated. Idiot. He just gave us away without even knowing it.

"The night that you told me you were alone and Scott was at home?" Stilinski narrowed his eyes at his son.

"Yes," Stiles answers him annoyed before realizing what he'd just admitted. "No," he immediately started backtracking wide eyed.

He lets out a deep sigh and I imagine he's kicking himself in his mind right about now. "Oh, crap..."

"So, you lied to me," his father stated tiredly.

"That depends on how you define 'lying'..." Stiles tried to save himself.

"Well, I define it as 'not telling the truth.' How do you define it?" Stilinski raised his eyebrows, probably wondering where his son was going with this.

Stiles let out a raspberry before continuing. "'Reclining your body in a horizontal position'?" Stiles responded, picking his words carefully as he motioned his hands as if to strengthen his argument.

He looked up at his dad with his hands on his hips as he waited for his reaction.

"Get the hell out of here," Stilinski sent him away, knowing his son couldn't be helped.

"Absolutely," Stiles was eager to leave as he looked down at the ground, scratching the top of his head while walking towards his Jeep.

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"I can't find anything about wolfsbane being used for burial," Scott didn't move his eyes from his phone as he continued to scroll.

We'd just left the old Hale house and were reading up on what we witnessed last night. Stiles didn't see anything about wolfsbane being used for burial in his research so he instructed us to while he drove.

"Just keep looking. Maybe it's like a ritual or something? Like, maybe they bury you as a wolf," Stiles voiced glancing sideways at us momentarily before having his gaze return to the road ahead.

"Or maybe it's like a special skill, you know? Like, something you have to learn?" I thought along with him from the backseat.

"I'll put it on my 'To Do' list, right underneath 'figuring out how the hell I'm playing this game tonight'," Scott mutters, irked. I noticed his breathing was becoming irregular.

He looked pale and there was sweat beading on his forehead. I look at him worriedly as he'd been fine before we got in the car.

Stiles mustn't have noticed as he just continued on distractedly, squinting at his thoughts. "Maybe it's different for girl werewolves..."

"Okay, stop it!" Scott snapped at him.

Stiles glanced at him a few times. "Stop what?" he asked, confused.

"Stop saying 'werewolves!' Stop enjoying this so much!" Scott seemed to be getting angrier.

"Are you okay?" I asked putting my hand on his shoulder but he shrugged it off.

"No! No, I'm not. I'm so far from being okay." His eyes were shut as if in pain and his breathing got heavier. He was shaking his head lightly.

"You know, you're gonna have to accept this, Scott. Sooner or later," Stiles stated.

"I can't," Scott groaned. I thought I could hear his heart beating erratically.

"Stiles," I warned but he ignored me.

"Well, you're gonna have to," he pulled his shoulders up.

"No! I can't breathe..." As soon as he said it, I started searching for his inhaler.

"Ahhh!" Scott grunted and put his hand on the car ceiling, startling Stiles which made us swerve off the road.

'Where the hell is that inhaler?! We can't have lost it right after we found it again!' I thought, then I noticed my right hand shaking uncontrollably. You've got to be kidding me.

"AHH! Pull over!" Scott started to sway back and forth. I wanted to help them, but I was too preoccupied with my now red hand.

I could feel the fire growing at my fingertips, spreading across my hand and climbing up my arm. The wildfire under my skin was back with a vengeance.
It wasn't just a sizzling anymore, it felt like my blood was boiling in my veins. I bite down on my lip to keep from screaming out in pain, ignoring the metallic taste in my mouth.

No need to stress them out even more by throwing my problems into the mix, right?

"Why? What's happening?" I tried to focus on their conversation when I saw Scott reach for Stiles' bag. He opened it and revealed a rope with small purple flowers.

My eyes widened and snapped up at Stiles. "You kept it?!" Scott and I said simultaneously.

"What was I supposed to do with it?!" Stiles' voice went abnormally high, clearly not expecting us to snap like that.

The fire was spreading faster than the first time, crawling up my neck already.

Scott groaned again and strained his neck before turning back to Stiles. "Stop the car!" his voice came out distorted and I could see his eyes flashing a golden-yellow.

Stiles saw this and immediately slammed the breaks.

Scott was leaning forward with his head in his hands while I put my other hand over my mouth as the pain became less bearable.

Stiles took his bag and rushed out the car.

A new fire started to spark in my left hand, forcing me to remove it from my lips. One thought ran through my mind: 'I have got to get out of here.'

I looked around and noticed that Scott had already ran out of the car. I leaped out of my seat and made my way over to the door. I stumbled onto the dry leaves and started to run.

"Guys?"

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The trees passed by in a blur. I could hear the leaves crunching under my feet and the blood pumping through my ears.

My legs were killing me but I couldn't stop. I had to keep running. My knees were weak and the fire originating in my toes, climbing up my calves wasn't helping either.

I tripped over a root that stuck out from the ground and tried to catch myself with my hands. I rolled over to my back and looked up at the sky through the trees. My heart was beating so furiously I thought it would burst out of my chest.

The ache of running ebbed away as the wildfire came back to the foreground. Running had been the only thing keeping it at bay. And with my heart pumping my blood so aggressively, the fire spread even faster than it already was.

I buried my shaking hands into the dirt squeeze tightly, trying desperately to hold on.

It was becoming too much. There were tears in my eyes, threatening to fall. And right as I felt like I was slipping away, a droplet fell from one of the leaves onto my hand. My hand started to feel better and I looked down at it to see the droplet seeping into my skin and making my veins glow a light purple underneath. What the hell?

As I became more aware of my surroundings, I heard water running. There must be a stream nearby. I struggled my way up to my feet, leaning against a big tree stump before making my way to the sound.

As I reached the small stream, no wider than my foot, I sunk to the ground and scrambled to the water. I instantly immersed my hands into it and closed my eyes as relief flooded my body.

I looked down and saw the purple glow ride up my arms. And though the pain was subsiding, I could still feel fire advancing towards my heart.

I picked up some water in my cupped hands and stared at it hesitantly. The water seemed clean enough and I didn't have any other ideas.

I closed my eyes and brought my hands to my lips. I could feel the water going down my throat, but it had no effect. I removed my hands after I finished drinking. Well that didn't-

My thoughts were interrupted when I fell back and my body started convulsing in pain. I screamed, it was worse than anything I'd felt before. I saw the birds in the trees above me fly off at the sound.

That was the last thing I saw before everything went black before my eyes.

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I was going to finish it in 1 chapter,
but it ended up way too long so I split it in 2 parts.
Thanks for reading. I hope you liked it.
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Yours truly, DOBGirl99