I decided not to go to Scott and Stiles' lacrosse practice today, deciding that I wanted to go home and work on homework. But I didn't get much done, because I fell asleep. But I woke up when I heard a thump on my wall, making me fall out of bed. I got up and groaned, walking out of my room and knocking on Scott's door. "Scott? You alright?" I asked, still a little drowsy from my nap. I heard nothing for a minute before Scott opened the door, his eyes wide and scared. "What happened?" I asked him as I stepped into his room, looking around.

"It was Derek Hale. He was here." My eyes went wide as I looked to his open window. Rushing over, I shut it and locked it.

"What did he want?" I asked but I wasn't sure I wanted an answer. But he told me. He told me everything from Allison's dad being the hunter who shot him, to Derek threatening him that he couldn't play in tomorrow's lacrosse game. I knew how much he loved lacrosse, but Derek was right. If Scott couldn't control his aggression, he shouldn't play. Despite him not being happy with my decision to side with Derek, he knew I was right. I was always right.

When Scott got home the next day from school, he was fuming. He had apparently gone to Derek Hale's house but something happened while he was there, which is why he called Stiles immediately. So when I opened the door for Stiles, I wasn't surprised when he ran upstairs without even saying hello. I just chuckled and rolled my eyes. "What did you find? How did you find it? Where did you find it? And, yes, I've had a lot of Adderall, so..." I smiled as Scott rolled his eyes at Stiles.

"I found something at Derek Hale's." Scott told him, which made Stiles weirdly excited.

"Are you kidding? What?" Scott continued to retrieve his net that Derek had ripped up.

"There's something buried there. I could smell blood." Scott told the two of us. It was still a little weird hearing my brother talk about all this. I wasn't really used to all this werewolf talk.

"That's awesome!" Stiles shouted out, making both me and Scott look up at him, my eyebrows raised. "I mean, that's terrible. Whose blood?" I shook my head.

"I don't know. But when we do, your dad nails Derek for the murder. And then you help me figure out how to play lacrosse without changing. Because there's no way I'm not playing that game." I sighed, but was willing to help Scott. If he could control his aggression, he could play. The three of us nodded before Scott led us out of the house.

When we got to the hospital, I nudged Scott, showing him that the morgue was through the door right next to me. He nodded as Stiles wished him luck. Scott opened the door and slid inside, without being seen. Then Stiles and I walked to the waiting area, where we saw Lydia. She smiled and waved at me, and I could feel Stiles get nervous. I moved to sit next to her, and Stiles tried to regain his cool. I looked up at Stiles trying not to laugh as he came over to Lydia. "Hey, Lydia. You probably don't remember me. Um, I sit behind you in biology. 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." I looked over at Lydia, seeing a smile on her face, making my brows furrow. Was she actually paying attention to this? Then she took out her Bluetooth earbud and smiled up at Stiles.

"Yeah, I didn't get any of what you just said. Is it worth repeating?" Stiles looked down at me and then back to Lydia, shaking his head.

"No. Sorry. I'll just sit. You don't care." I laughed, waving goodbye to Lydia as I sat down next to Stiles around the corner.

"That was bad." I laughed, looking over at him. He rolled his eyes and pushed my shoulder.

✧

Stiles and I sat there, waiting for Scott. I stared ahead, but I knew Stiles was staring at Lydia and Jackson as they made out. It was revolting. There is such a thing as too much kissing. I saw Scott walk quickly towards us, pulling the pamphlet away from Stiles' face, making him jump from his chair. "Holy god!" I stifled a laugh as I looked back up at Scott.

"The scent was the same." Stiles and I stood up, sharing a look. This is not good.

"You sure?" I asked, not wanting to convict an innocent man. Derek Hale might creep me out but that doesn't mean he's a cold-blooded killer. Scott gave me a look, nodding his head.

"So he did bury the other half of the body on his property?" Scott nodded his head.

"Which means we have proof he killed the girl."

The three of us started towards the exit. "I say we use it." I tell them, shrugging. If he killed someone, he should be held accountable.

"How?" Stiles stopped us, putting a hand on Scott's shoulder.

"Tell me something first. 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?" Scott stopped and looked back at Stiles.

"There are bite marks on the legs, Stiles - bite marks." Stiles nodded and we started walking towards the exit.

"Okay. Then we're gonna need a shovel."

✧

Stiles grabbed us some shovels before we drove over to Derek's house. I couldn't help but feel a little bad for Derek as I stared at the place he lived. It was just ruins and what was left from the fire. There were parts of the house missing. Why was he still living here?

We waited until Derek left for us to pull into his driveway, quickly jumping out of Stiles' jeep, taking the shovels with us. "Wait, something's different." Scott told us, smelling the air. This whole werewolf thing is definitely still weird.

"Different how?" I asked, not liking that something was different. We could be stepping into a trap.

"I don't know. Let's just get this over with." Scott shook his head, leading us to the spot where the body was buried.

We started digging up the pile of fresh dirt and had only been digging for 10 minutes but there was no sign of the body. "This is taking way too long." Scott groaned.

"Just keep going." I sighed, as I kept digging.

"What if he comes back?" Scott asks, looking around. Stiles piped up this time, rolling his eyes at Scott.

"Then we get the hell out of here."

"What if he catches us?" I asked Stiles, making sure to check his entire 'plan'.

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

"Which is what Stiles?" I asked him. I didn't like that he used my full name, but he didn't have a nickname for me to usually call him by, so it didn't carry as much of an affect.

"You run one way. I run the other. Scott runs a different way. Whoever he catches first, too bad." I gaped at Stiles, hating the plan.

"I hate that plan." Scott and I say at the same time, making Stiles groan. He hated when we spoke at the same time.

"Oh, stop, stop, stop." Stiles said, putting his arm across us as we hit something in the dirt. We all dropped our shovels, digging into the ground with our bare hands.

"Hurry." Scott ushered us, eager to get out of here.

"I'm trying. Did he have to tie the thing in, like, 900 knots?" I growled and my small fingers tried to untie the knot.

"I'll do it." Scott jumped down into the hole, helping me untie the knots. When we finished, my eyes went wide as I stumbled back a little, Stiles' catching me by my arms.

"What the hell is that?" Stiles questions, pulling me out of the hole.

"It's a wolf." Scott answered, which resulted in Stiles rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, I can see that. I thought you said you smelled blood, as in human blood." Stiles retorted, his arms still around me. I was trying to avoid looking at the dead wolf. There were butterflies in my stomach but I wasn't sure why. I didn't feel like I was going to throw up, despite the wolf's head.

"I told you something was different." Scott growled, shaking his head.

"This doesn't make sense." I mumbled, pulling myself away from Stiles. The butterflies stopped.

"We gotta get out of here." Scott said, looking around. Stiles nodded, helping Scott back up out of the hole. I handed the boys their shovels.

"What's wrong?" I ask, seeing Stiles still looking at the ground at a purple flower. I follow his gaze, picking up the flower. "I think this is wolfsbane." I tell him, showing Stiles the flower up close.

"What's that?" Scott asked, making Stiles and I look at him.

"Uh - Haven't you ever seen the Wolf Man?" Stiles asks, making the two of us shake our heads. "Lon Chaney Jr.? Claude Rains? The original, classic werewolf movie?" Scott shook his head vigorously.

"No! What?" I shushed Scott. He doesn't need to yell so damn loud. We're trying not to get caught.

"You are so unprepared for this." I heard Stiles mumble, shaking his head. Stiles lifted the flower, a line of string popping up. We followed the string as more came up, leading us around in a circle. It seemed pointless.

"Stiles... Iz..." Stiles and I turned back to Scott to see him standing over an even larger hole.

"Oh god..." I turned away, hiding my head in Stiles' chest, not wanting to see the body. The other half of the body from the woods.

✧

The next morning, we went straight to the cops, turning in Derek Hale. We watched him get taken from his home and into the cop car. Before he was put in the car, we turned to me and Scott, glaring. Scott and I stood by the jeep when we saw Stiles walk out from the woods towards the cop car, getting in without being caught. "What the hell is he doing?" I groaned as my eyes went wide as I reached forward, like I could actually reach him and stop him from getting into the car.

He was barely in that car for less than 2 minutes, before his father caught him and dragged him out of the car. I was sure Mr. Stilinski was lecturing Stiles, so I dragged Scott into the jeep, jumping into the back seat because I knew Scott would fight me for the shotgun seat. Stiles smirked as he practically ran to the jeep when his dad let him go. He winked at me as he got into his car.