Y/n sat on the stands as the lacrosse team practiced. She propped her elbows on her knees and rubbed her eyes with a sigh, the previous night's events going through her head. She was scared but she was also angry. She couldn't believe she just froze up like that, but when she saw the Hunters, that night played in her head like it was yesterday.

"Run!"

Y/n squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head to clear the thoughts. She had spent so long trying to get over those memories and the fear that came with them. She opened her eyes to focus on something else than that horrible memory. But all she could focus on was the fact that Allison's dad, her new friend's dad, is a Hunter. More specifically the same Hunter that shot Scott with a crossbow, which Stiles had so graciously rushed over to inform her of. "Just stop thinking about it." She whispered to herself. "Everything is going to be okay." With another deep breath she shifted her focus to the line of lacrosse players as they practice.

It was Scott's turn but he seemed to be out of it like she was because Coach had to blow his whistle and get his attention. Scott rushed forward but was quickly shoved back by Jackson and landed painfully on his back. Y/n winced at that and listened in as Coach made his way to Scott.

"Hey, McCall." Coach laughs as he gets closer. "Hey, McCall!"

"You sure you still want to be first line, McCall?" Jackson remarked as Scott sat up.

"My- my grandmother can move faster than that." Coach said as he finally got to Scott. "And she's dead. You think you can move faster than the... Lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother?"

"Yes, Coach." Scott said and she could hear growing frustration in his tone.

"I can't hear you."

"Yes, Coach." He said a bit more forceful.

"Then do it again." Scott jogged off back to the line and Coach called out again. "McCall's gonna do it again! McCall's gonna do it again!" This time Scott rushed forward and rammed his shoulder into Jackson sending the blonde onto his back and gripping his shoulder.

Y/n's eyes widened at the scene but she jumped to her feet when Scott gripped his head and fell to his hands and knees. "Shit." She cursed as she rushed down to him and fell to her knees next to him just as Stiles reached them. She looked at his face and could see his eyes glowing yellow. "Scott. You need to calm down."

"Scott, you okay?" Stiles asked.

"I can't control it. It's happening." Scott gritted out.

"What? Right here? Now?"

Y/n looked around and saw that everyone was preoccupied with Jackson's injury. "Okay. Up, up, up. Come on, let's go." She urged and Stiles helped her pull up the werewolf. They rushed him to the empty locker room and he stumbled to the ground.

"You okay? Scott, you okay?" Stiles fussed as him and Y/n crouched in front of him.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Scott roared with his canines bared.

"Whoa!" Y/n exclaimed as she jumped up and Stiles fell back. "Stiles, get back!" Scott lunged and Y/n grabbed his helmet's face guard, using his momentum to swing him around and away. Stiles scrambled up and around the lockers as Y/n followed. Scott jumped on top of the lockers as the two skated around them. He growled and Y/n shoved Stiles forward. "Go, go!" Scott climbed up onto the rafters as Stiles stumbled over a bench seat. The two rushed to the door and looked up at Scott who growled at them again.

Y/n huffed a frustrated breath through her nose and clenched her teeth ready to take care of the problem and probably blow her secret, but before she could do anything Stiles spotted a fire extinguisher. He pulled her around and to the door as he grabbed it and hastilly set it up. Scott jumped down ready to attack when he finally got it going and sprayed Scott, affectively extinguishing his anger. Stiles hid around the corner with Y/n for a moment.

"Guys..." Scott tiredly called. Stiles hesitantly peeked around the corner and sighed in relief when he saw Scott was back to normal. "What happened?" All three teens breathed heavily as Stiles let the extinguisher fall to the ground with a clang and he and Y/n stood in the doorway.

"You tried to kill us." Stiles ripped off his glove, threw it to the side and sat on the floor in front of Scott, Y/n following with a tired sigh.

"It's the anger." She piped up. "Your pulse rising. It's a trigger for shifting."

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

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

"I'm first line."

"Not anymore."

...

Music floats in the air as Y/n sits on her bed, hair pulled away from her face, reading from the black book again. Her eyes glow as she makes the book stay in front of her face. With just a thought she makes the pages turn as she looks through the book for her mother's pages to find something that could help Scott. M/n had known some werewolves, and even helped them on occasion, before she had Y/n. Maybe there would be something in her pages that would help Y/n with Scott.

She pauses when the first words in M/n's handwriting comes into view, slowly skimming them to find what she was looking for. She knew she was on the right page when she found a spiralled triskele drawn in the corner. Y/n guessed that this was the symbol to the pack M/n had worked with. There weren't any names, just initials, a habit of M/n's that Y/n had found slightly annoying because now she didn't have any idea who her mother was talking about but she read on anyways.

Werewolves can control their shift and aggressive emotions through an anchor.

"An anchor?" Y/n muttered to herself.

The H's use a wooden talisman and a mantra to help young wolves control themselves until they find an anchor. P uses his anger as an anchor, something I find a little strange but it works for him. I'll never understand what goes through P's head but it doesn't really matter I guess.

Sometimes Y/n feels bad reading M/n's entries because they tend to have a personal sound to them but this is how she learns, by reading the thoughts and findings of her predecessors. "So Scott needs an anchor of some sort." Y/n nawed the inside of her cheek as she wracked her brain. She wasn't 100% sure what her mom meant by anchor but she's sure she could figure it out. But before she could think anymore on it her computer chimed, the alert that someone was trying to video call her. Her eyes dim back to e/c as a leather cord ties itself around the book and she lets it rest on her shelf. She grabs her laptop and sits back on her bed before clicking accept. Stiles and Scott appear on her screen, the former shooting a toy gun at the camera.

"You're such a dork." Y/n laughed.

"What'd you find out?" Scott asked.

"Well, it's bad. Jackson's got a separated shoulder." Stiles supplied.

"Oof." Y/n winced.

"Because of me?" Scott asked.

"Because he's an ass, Scotty."

"Well, is he gonna play?"

"Well, they don't know yet." Stiles said. "Now they're just counting on you for Saturday." Scott sighs and bows his head. Y/n saw movement behind him and her eyes widened. Stiles must have seen it too because he got closer to the screen to inspect it. He pulled away with a shocked look.

"What?" Scott questioned his friends' strange looks. Stiles started typing.

It looks like

The damned rainbow wheel of death came up when their faces froze and Y/n cursed the timing of the lag in connection. It took a few agonizingly long seconds for it to fix itself and Stiles' message was completed.

someone's behind you

"What?" Scott muttered before he himself looked closer behind him. His eyes widened and he jumped around as the figure lunged at him. Scott's connection cut off and Y/n and Stiles were left to wonder what happened.

...

Y/n walked with Allison down the school halls making random chit chat. Y/n enjoyed her company and she really liked her. It was nice to have another female friend who was a little less extravagant. She loved Lydia but sometimes it's nice to have that middle ground. They spotted Scott rounding a corner as they descended some stairs. "Hey." Allison called.

Scott looked at her with a dopey smile and Y/n couldn't help the smirk come to her face. "Hey." He replied.

"I'm here too, ya know." Y/n joked and he looked at her apologetically.

"Sorry. Hey, Y/n."

"Hiya, Scotty." She chuckled.

"Busy?" Allison asked him in question to the phone in his hand.

"No, no, it's just, uh, my mom, she's nothing." Y/n quietly snorted when Allison's brows drew together in confusion. "I mean, it's nothing. Uh, I'm never busy for you."

"I like the sound of that." Allison chuckles and they both have big smiles. "I have to run a French class, but I wanted you to know that I'm coming to see you play tomorrow."

"You are?"

"And we're all going out afterwards. You, me, Y/n, Lydia, Jackson."

"Wait, I'm what now?" Y/n's eyes widened at this new information but she was ignored.

"It's gonna be great." Allison concluded. "Tell Stiles to come too." She looked at Y/n with raised brows and a meaningful smile but it just went right over the h/c's head as she furrowed her brows at her. "Uh, save me a seat at lunch. I gotta go." Allison walked off leaving Y/n and Scott together.

"Oh, God." Scott muttered to himself.

"It'll be alright." Y/n patted his shoulder before she sighed. "To Math?"

"To Math." He nodded and the two walked to their next class that they had together.

...

During Math, in which Y/n sat next to Lydia, Scott and Lydia were called to solve the problems on the black board. Each teen picked up a piece of chalk and got to work. "Why is there a rumor going around that you're not playing tomorrow?" Y/n heard Lydia ask Scott and she couldn't help herself but to listen in.

""Cause I'm sort of not." Was Scott's reply.

"I think you sort of are. Especially when you brutally injure my boyfriend by ramming into him."

"He brutally injured himself by ramming into me."

"Jackson's gonna play tomorrow. But he's not gonna be at his peak, and I prefer my boyfriend at peak performance." Y/n had to hide a snicker with a cough at Lydia's tone.

"Okay." Scott said unsure.

"I date the Captain of the winning lacrosse team, and if they start off the season losing, I date the Captian of the losing lacrosse team. I don't date losers."

"Losing one game isn't going to kill anyone." Scott snapped. "In fact, it might even save someone."

"Fine! Don't play. We'll probably win anyway. Then we'll go out after, like we were planning... And I'll introduce Allison to all the hot players on the team. And Scott McCall can stay home, surfing the net for porn." Lydia, who had been solving her equation through this whole exchange, finished her point by finishing her problem, dusting off her hands, and walking away. Y/n bit her lip to stop from smiling. She shouldn't be almost laughing but the situation was so amusing. Scott's so screwed. She thought to herself.

"Mr. McCall, you're not even close to solving your problem." The teacher pointed out.

"Tell me about it."

...

Y/n leaned against the lockers as Scott closed his and locked it just before Stiles showed up and pulled both teens along. "What?" Scott complained.

"What's with the pulling?" Y/n asked a bit miffed.

"Come here." Stiles coaxed and led them to the end of a hall, peeking around the corner to point at three adults, one of them being his dad. "Tell me what they're saying." Scott looked towards the small group and focused in, Y/n subconsciously doing the same. "Can you hear 'em?" Stiles asked impatiant but they bothed shushed him. And that's when she could hear them.

"-want everyone under the age of 18 to be in their home by 9:30 P.M. We'd like to institute the curfew, effective immediately." The Sheriff was quietly talking so that passerby's wouldn't eavesdrop. Little does he know.

"Curfew because of the body." Scott relayed to Stiles.

"Unbelievable. My dad's looking out for a rabid animal, while the jerk-off who actually killed the girl is just hangin' out, doing whatever he wants."

"Well, you can't exactly tell your dad the truth about Derek."

"I'm still not convinced it was Derek."

"Of course it's Derek, Y/n." Stiles gave her a duh look and Y/n rolled her eyes and held her hands up in mock surrender. She'd let Derek's innocence argument go for right now. "But I can do something."

"Like what?" Scott asked skeptically.

"Find the other half of the body."

"Are you kidding?" But Stiles was already walking away.

"Stiles!" Y/n called over the buzz of people but if he heard her he didn't acknowledge it. Y/n sighed as she watched him go. Scott also sighed but turned when he heard Lydia say Allison's name.

"This is Allison." Lydia said and was followed by the brunette saying 'hi' to someone. Scott and Y/n look down the hall to see Allison shaking hands with an attractive lacrosse player with a smile.

"Nice to meet you." The boy said.

"She's the new girl. She just moved here."

"Oh, how do you like it?" Scott started to walk towards them and Y/n followed him begrudgingly with a slight groan.

"I like it." Allison answered. Lydia saw Scott approach and gave him a slight smirk. She gave a wave to Y/n, whom returned the gesture, and grabbed the boy's hand to walk away with him. Allison turned to the two with a smile.

"So Lydia's introducung you to everyone?" Scott asked with an edge to his tone.

"She's being so unbelievably nice to me. Her and Y/n." Allison threw a smile at the girl and she nodded back.

"It's no biggie." Y/n waved it off with a smile.

"I wonder why." Scott's eyes and tone showed suspicion towards the strawberry blonde.

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

Scott glanced down at her hands and spotted the jacket that Derek used to lure him with hanging over her arms. "Where did you get that?"

"My jacket? it was in my locker. I think Lydia brought it back from the party. She and Y/n have my combination."

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

"Cool it." Y/n whispered to where only he could hear but he didn't listen.

"Like who?" Allison questioned.

"Like Derek."

"Your friend?"

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

"Mmm, not much at all."

"What did you say?"

"Scott, kill the third degree." Y/n spoke up louder now. Allison was innocent in this, she didn't deserve to be grilled like she was Derek.

"I... Gotta get to class." Allison smiled nervously and pointed behind her.

"Allison-" Scott tried but this time she cut him off.

"No, I really have to go. Bye, Y/n." She started to walk off.

"Bye." Y/n turned to see Scott clenching his jaw and she could feel the anger rolling off him. "Scott." She said warningly but he just turned and rushed off. "Scott, don't do something stupid!" She called but he kept going. She sighed and rubbed a hand on her forehead. "Why do I even try?" She shook her head and just walked away, there's nothing she could really do at this point.

...

"Stiles! Slow down!" Y/n complained as her offender dragged her into Scott's house and up the stairs. The poor girl had been on her way to the Animal Clinic to help out for the day when Stiles swooped in and claimed Scott had called with something very important.

Stiles burst through Scott's bedroom door and nearly toppled over with Y/n but she was quick to steady herself and him. "What did you find? How did you find it? Where did you find it? And, yes, I've had a lot of Adderall, so..."

"Obviously." Y/n slightly glared at him but he's unfazed.

"I found something at Derek Hale's." Scott informed calmly.

"Again with the Hale." Y/n groaned.

"Are you kidding? What?" Stiles urged.

"There's something buried there. I could smell blood."

"That's awesome!" Y/n jabbed his side with her elbow. "I mean, that's terrible. Who's blood?"

"I don't know. But when we do, your dad nails Derek for the murder. And then you both help me figure out how to play lacrosse without changing. Because there's no way I'm not playing that game." Scott makes his point by tightning the net on his stick and tossing it on his bed.

"I'm still on the side of 'Derek is innocent' but since neither of you will listen and I care too much, I'll go along with you on your weird little endeavor." Scott gave her an appreciative smile and she gave him a small one of her own.

...

Scott, Stiles and Y/n walk into the hospital. They look around and Y/n spots a sign to their target. The Morgue. "Hey." She gets their attention and points to the sign.

"Okay." Scott nods.

"Good luck, I guess." Stiles says and Scott is going through the door leaving the two to wait for his return. They meander towards the waiting room and Stiles spots Lydia, instantly going into spaz mode. He manages to approach her and Y/n shakes her head already knowing that this won't end well. "Hey, Lydia." She looked up at him from her perch on the chair. "You probably don't remember me. Um, I sit behind you in Biology." She looked like she was trying to remember. "Uh, anyway, I always thought that we just had this kind of connection. Unspoken, of course." He chuckled nervously and she smiled. "Maybe it'd be kind of cool to, uh... Get to know each other a little bit better."

"Hold on, give me a second." She finally spoke. She pulled out one of her bluetooth headphones and held it in her fingers. "Yeah, I didn't get any of what you just said. Is it worth repeating?"

"Uh, heh... No. Sorry. I'll just sit. You don't care." He awkwardly backed away and sat in a chair right around the corner. Y/n quietly made a whistle sound that grew lower, her finger making a falling arch in the air, before she mimicked an explosion.

"Okay. Oh, hey, Y/n." Lydia smiled brightly at her.

"Hey, Lyds." Y/n smiled back.

"Come sit." She patted the seat next to her and Y/n obliged. "What are you doing here?"

"Um, I'm not sure really. I think Scott wanted to check on his mom. What are you doing here?"

"Jackson's getting a cortisone shot."

"Right, because your boyfriend needs to be at peak performance." She joked and Lydia smirked.

"Precisely."

Y/n glanced over her shoulder at where Stiles was sitting to see the inside of a menstral cycle pamphlet that he was holding to be inconspicuos. She gave it a weird look before looking back to Lydia and dropping her voice. "You know, you could have gone a bit easier on him. He's had a crush on you for forever, you know this."

"Yeah, he may have a crush but that's it. Just a crush. He'll get over it." She said dismissively.

"You can't be sure of that."

"Of course I can. He doesn't realize it yet but he has eyes for someone else."

"Who?"

"Oh, you'll find out one day." Lydia had a smile like she was keeping the best secret in the world and for all Y/n knew she was. Before Y/n could respond Jackson came up to them.

"And that's my cue. Bye, Lydia." Y/n got up with a 'bye' from Lydia and she sat next to Stiles.

"Did he do it?" Y/n heard Lydia ask Jackson.

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

"You should get one right before the game too. The pros do it all the time. You want to be a little high school amateur? Or... Do you want to go... Pro?" She slowly moved closer to him before kissing him. Y/n crinkled her nose in disgust, her and Stiles not-so-subtely watching the couple before they walked away.

"She deserves so much better than him." Y/n said with a slight sneer towards the ass of a lacrosse player.

"Tell me about it." Stiles muttered before glancing at her, doing a double take when he saw how close she was to him. In her quest to get a closer look at Lydia and Jackson she had leaned over his arm, and was right next to his face, without noticing. He couldn't say anything about it when the pamphlet was yanked from his hands. "Ohh! God!" Stiles exclaimed when the teens jumped at the sudden action, looking at the culprit who turned out to be Scott.

"The scent was the same." Scott rushed out.

"You sure?" Stiles jumped up, Y/n standing with not as much enthusiasm.

"Yes."

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

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

"Just because he may have buried the body there doesn't definitively prove that he killed her." They both gave her a look. "Hey, I'm just being realistic here. We don't know for sure it was him who buried the body and we don't know it was him who killed her. All we have is conjecture."

"I say we use it anyway." Stiles starts to walk out of the hospital.

"How?" Scott questions as he and Y/n follow.

"Tell me something first." Stiles faces Scott again. "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. Bite marks." Scott seems very concerned about stopping Derek.

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

They all walk out and Y/n groans. "Here we go again."

...

The moon hangs high in the sky as Derek gets in his car at the burnt Hale house and drives away, Stiles' Jeep pulling up a few moments later. The three get out and Scott tries to hand Y/n one of the shovels but she shakes her head. "Uh-uh. I am not digging up a body." She grabs the flashlight from Stiles and they walk closer to the side of the house.

"Wait, something's different." Scott says.

"Different how?" Stiles asks.

"I don't know."

"Let's just get this over with." Scott and Stiles go over to the disturbed dirt but Y/n hesitates, looking up at the house. Unconsciously her eyes start to glow as she gazes at the charred remains. Shadows of flames lick the walls and the remnants of screams drift in the air. "Y/n. You okay?" She blinks and her eyes are back to normal. She looks over at the boys to see them looking at her in concern and she just nods. She shines the light over the house before shining it back down towards the grave and becomes increasingly uneasy. She nervously swallows and rubs her arm with her free hand. She doesn't want to be here. It doesn't feel good.

"Guys. This doesn't feel right." She said nervously.

"It'll be okay, Y/n." Stiles assured.

They dig for a while and still haven't reached the body. "This is taking way too long." Scott frets.

"Just keep going." Stiles encourages.

"What if he comes back?" Y/n tries to get out of there faster. The more they dig, the uneasier she gets.

"Then we get the hell out of here."

"What if he catches us?" Scott questions again.

"I have a plan for that."

"Which is."

"You run one way. Me and Y/n run the other. Whoever he catches first, too bad."

"I hate that plan."

"It's a bad plan." Y/n agrees.

Stiles' shovel suddenly thumps against something. "Oh, stop, stop, stop." They toss the shovels aside and finish digging with their hands. They come across a burlap wrapping with rope around it tied in various spots.

"Hurry." Scott urges.

"I'm trying. Did he have to tie the thing in, like, 900 knots?"

"I'll do it." They both work on the rope and as soon as they open it they both jump out of the grave with a scream making Y/n scream as well and drop the flashlight.

"What the hell is wrong with you guys?" She complained with a hand on her chest before she looked down at what spooked them. Instead of the top half of a girl it was the top half of a black wolf. "Oh." Her voice was a near whisper as she looked at the body in sadness.

"What the hell is that?" Stiles yelled.

"It's a wolf." Scott said in surprise.

"Yeah, I can see that. I thought you said you smelled blood, as in human blood."

"I told you something was different."

"This doesn't make sense."

"We gotta get out of here."

"Yeah. Okay, help me cover this up." They go to bury the body again before Stiles notices a flower lit up by the dropped flashlight.

"What's wrong?"

"You see that flower?" Scott looked over and Y/n tore her eyes away from the body to see the flower.

"What about it?"

"It's Aconite." Y/n said.

"What's that?"

"Wolfsbane." Scott still looks lost.

"Haven't you ever seen The Wolf Man?" Stiles asks him.

"No."

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

"No! What?"

Stiles sighs. "You are so unprepared for this." Stiles gets up and goes to the flower. He reaches down and easily picks it up, the roots having been sat near the top of the dirt. He lifts it and finds rope connected to it. He pulls more and more wolfsbane flowers were woven into the rope. He keeps pulling the rope from the dirt and it leads him around and around the hole.

Y/n's eyes flash and she sees the spiral the wolfsbane had been laid out in shine orange. "Wait, Stiles. I don't think you should do that." But she goes unanswered.

Scott looks down at the grave again and his eyes widen as he stands. "Guys." Y/n looked down and a soft gasp escaped her. Stiles came around and jumped back again when he saw it. The body wasn't a wolf anymore, but the top half of the girl. Her eyes were wide and dull. Y/n had to take a step back from the sight. A scream and a viscous snarl echo in her mind and she knows it's from girl.

...

In the morning Scott leans against the front of the Jeep, watching as Derek is led in handcuffs and put in the back of a police car. Once no one is around the car Scott spots Stiles casually walking up to it. Scott tries to shake his head and tell him 'no' but Stiles still opens the passenger door and hops in the front to have a chat with Derek. Scott turns away in almost disbelief.

Y/n sits in the back of the Jeep, eyes shut in concentration to block out the house's screams. She's been hearing it almost since they all arrived and she's been trying to stop it. It's always like this when she's at a place like this one. A place where a tragedy happened. It'll get easier to block the more she focuses but it's always harder the first visit. She desprately tries to find something to listen to, anything to drown out the ghosts of screams. She heard a car door shut and then she hears Stiles' voice. Deciding it's better than nothing she listens to him talk but doesn't pay attention to his words. She hears another voice, Derek's she realises, but she mostly listen's to Stiles. After a couple minutes she hears the car door again and, feeling a bit better, decides to listen to his words when she hears him say 'ow' multiple times.

"There. Stand." She recognizes the Sheriffs voice. Stiles sighs. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I'm just trying to help." Stiles defends.

"Uh-huh. Okay, well, how 'bout you help me understand exactly how you came across this."

Stiles sighs again. "We were looking for Scott's inhaler."

"Which he dropped when?"

"The other night."

"The other night when you were out here looking for the first half of the body." Noah clarified.

"Yes." Idiot. Y/n thought with a faint smile on her face.

"The night that you and Y/n told me you were alone and Scott was at home."

"Yes." He said exasperated but seemed to realize his mistake. "No. Oh, crap."

"So you guys lied to me."

"That depends on how you define lying."

"Well, I define it as not telling the truth. How do you define it?"

"Mm, reclining your body in a horizontal position?"

"Get the hell out of here."

"Absolutely."

Y/n laughed at the hilarious exchange and opened her eyes when the boys got into the vehicle. She heaved a sigh of relief when they finally drove away from the house and away from the screams. The screams, she noticed that were much quieter after she focused on Stiles' voice.

A bit later after driving down the road Scott sighs at his phone. "I can't find anything about wolfsbane being used for burial."

"Just keep looking." Stiles urged. "Maybe it's like a ritual or something, like maybe they bury you as a wolf."

"It could also be personal maybe." Y/n offered. "Like, uh, burying your loved one in their best clothes or something. A form of respect maybe?"

"Or maybe it's like a special skill, you know? Like something you have to learn."

"I'll put it on my to-do list, right underneath figuring out how the hell I'm playing this game tonight." Scott started to breathe a bit deeper.

"Maybe it's different for girl werewolves."

"I doubt it's different for the girl werewolves." Y/n said before Scott snapped at them.

"Okay! Stop it!"

"Stop what?" Stiles asked.

"Stop saying 'werewolves'! Stop enjoying this so much."

"Are you okay?"

"No! No, I'm not. I'm so far from being okay."

"Scott, what's wrong? What's happening?" Y/n's tone conveyed her growing worry as he increasingly seemed more and more bothered by something, squeezing his eyes shut and panting like he was having trouble breathing.

"You know, you're gonna have to accept this, Scott, sooner or later." Stiles didn't take his actions as distress more than aggitation.

"I can't."

"Well, you're gonna have to."

"Stiles, that's not what's happening." Y/n adjusted herself so she could examine Scott closer to try and help.

"No! I can't breathe. Agh!" He seemed to growl when he groaned and his hand slammed on the roof of the Jeep.

"Whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa." Stiles swereved at the action and Y/n had to hold onto the backs of the front seats to keep herself steady. "Whoa, whoa, whoa." Stiles tried to steady the Jeep.

"Stop the car! Pull over!" Y/n ordered.

"Why? What's happening?"

Scott kept freaking out and Y/n noticed something purple peaking out from Stiles' bag. She snatched it up and opened it finding the wolfsbane laced rope. "You kept it?!" She yelled.

"What was I supposed to do with it?" Stiles yelled back.

"It's wolfsbane, Stiles! What did you think would happen, that he'd get high like it was catnip??"

Scott growled again and his eyes flared yellow. "Stop the car!" He growled.

Stiles' eyes went wide as he immediately braked, Y/n half falling into the front before she caught herself. Stiles grabbed the bag and scrambled out of the car, throwing the bag as far as his frantic arms could go. "Okay." He panted. "We're good, you can-"

"Scott!" Y/n called but by the time Stiles turned around, the boy was gone. She sighed and looked back at Stiles.

"Scott?" He weakly called. "Scooott?"

Stiles speeds down the road, Y/n now in the front seat, as they search for Scott. Stiles holds up his phone while it's on speaker as he speaks to the Beacon Sheriff dispatch line. "Stiles, you know you can't call the dispatch line when I'm on duty." The woman chastises.

"I just need to know if you've gotten any odd calls."

"Odd how?"

"Uh, like an odd person or... A dog-like individual roaming the streets."

"I'm hanging up on you now."

"No! Wai-wai-wai-wai-wait! Guh!" He slams his phone down.

"It'll be okay Stiles." Y/n tries to calm him.

"How? How is any of this going to be okay, Y/n?"

"It just will. I feel it."

"You feel it?" Disbelief was present in his voice.

"Yes. I feel it in my gut. And you know my gut is always right." Stiles didn't answer so she placed her hand on his arm. "Stiles. It will be all right." He glanced at her and she gave him a soft smile. His posture relaxed but he still was a bit worried.

...

Scott gets ready with the team in the locker room that night, an impromptu visit to Allison's house and a hit from her dad's car got him calmed down again so that he wasn't wolfed out anymore. He flinches as lockers are slammed and he hears his name from Jackson. He shakes his head and sits down to put his pads on and ignore the noise. He looks over as Stiles shows up. "You gonna try to convince me not to play?" Scott asks.

"I just hope you know what you're doing."

"If I don't play, I lose first line and Allison."

"Allison's not going anywhere. And it's one game that you really don't need to play."

"I wanna play! I wanna be on the team. I wanna go out with Allison. I want a semi-freaking normal life." Scott sounded almost desprate. "Do you get that?"

"I get it." Stiles quietly said and glanced down. He moved to sit next to Scott with a sigh. "Just try not to worry too much while you're out there, okay? Or get too angry."

"I got it." Scott nodded.

"Or stressed."

"I got it."

"Don't think about Allison being in the stands. Or that her father's trying to kill you. Or that Derek's trying to kill you. Or the girl he killed. Or that you might kill someone. If a Hunter doesn't kill you first. I'm sorry. I'll stop." Stiles had rambled before he saw the look on Scott's face.

"Y/n is much better at these pep talks."

"I know. Good luck."

...

Y/n walks with Lydia as they make their way to the stands, Stiles and Scott coming the opposite way. Lydia saw Scott and took this chance to pounce. "Scott!" She grabbed him by the jersey and pulled him closer to her. "I just want you to remember one thing for tonight."

"Uh... Winning isn't everything?" He said unsure.

She chuckles and brushes off invisible dirt from his sleeve. "Nobody likes a loser." She pats his chest and drags Y/n away, the girl throwing an apologetic smile at Scott before facing forward again.

"I like losers." Y/n said when they finally took a seat next to Allison.

"That's because you're just weird." Lydia joked and Y/n laughed. The game begins and Y/n watches as the team passes the ball to everyone but Scott. Two players had run into each other leaving the ball abandoned on the grass. Scott spotted it but so did Jackson. Once Jackson noticed Scott going for it he himself also made a beeline. They both got close when Jackson shoved Scott out of the way and picked up the ball, scoring the first point for Beacon Hills. The crowd cheers and Y/n internally cringes for her friend before clapping for the team. Lydia excitedly grabbed both girls on either side of her and they all smiled. "Help me with this." She asked and she picked up a large white sign that said WE LUV U JACKSON.

"Nope. I'm not gonna sit under that. Sorry, Lyds. Love you, but no. I'm gonna go over there." Lydia shrugged it off, used to the negative feelings her friend and boyfriend have for each other, and instead enlisted Allison's help. Y/n made her way to sit by Stiles on the team benches. Coach never made her leave because he either didn't care if she was there or not or he knew it would have been too much trouble to make her go. Either way Y/n was often found sitting next to her excitable friend during a game at some point and sometimes practice.

Scott did a double take when he saw Allison and Lydia holding the sign. Stiles noticed this and followed his line of sight, doing his own double take at the scene. "Brutal."

"I know, right? Poor Scotty." Y/n said once she sat next to Stiles.

They watch Scott shake his head and take his place on the field. "Oh, this is not gonna be good."

After a while the score was now 3 to 5, in favor of the guest team. Scott still had yet to catch a ball and Y/n had a feeling that Jackson had soemthing to do with it. She would't put it past him to do something like that. Y/n looks at Scott and can feel the change in his mood and if she listened hard enough she could hear him lowly growling. She looked back towards Lydia and Allison again to see them holding up a different sign. JACKSON IS #1!! When she faced the field again she saw Scott looking at the sign too.

"Oh, no." She said dismally. The teams got ready and once the whistle blew one of their players jostled with an opposing player for the ball who sent it up into the air. Scott's head whipped towards the ball and he took action. He ran and jumped onto and over the players to catch the ball in mid air. Once he got it he sprinted down the field, easily dodging and ducking to avoid the players trying to stop him. He scored the 4th point for Beacon Hills and the crowd roared with cheers. Y/n and Stiles jumped up in excitement, screaming cheers for their friend. Y/n heard Coach yell to the team to pass to McCall and she smirked to herself knowing that this must really be getting to Jackson that Scott is now amazing at lacrosse.

They settled down as the game continued. Stiles chewed on the fingertip of his glove as they watched a player from the other team carry the ball, but as soon as he saw Scott he gave him the ball. "Did the opposing team just deliberately pass us the ball?" Coach asked in astonishment.

"Yes, I believe so, Coach." Stiles answered.

Scott hurtled down the field and Coach smiled. "Interesting." Scott threw the ball so hard it tore through the goalie's catcher net and into the goal. The crowd cheered again and the score was tied with almost 40 seconds left. The opposing coach tried to disspute the point but Coach, Stiles and even Y/n all argued that the ball is in the net, the whole point of the game, ball in net. Scott has the ball again but as he gets close to scoring the last point he hesitated, his head snapping to any movement around him. His body language told Y/n and Stiles that he was getting too worked up.

"No, Scott, no, no." Stiles exclaimed and Y/n bit her lip in worry. Y/n just barely heard Allison say something as the last few seconds counted down. And all of a sudden, just as two players were rushing Scott, he hurled the ball and scored the winning point. The crowd went wild once again. Y/n held her hands in the air and screamed happily. "Yes! Ha!" Stiles turned to Y/n and hugged her, she laughed when he spun her around in celebration. "Oh, my god." He seemed to sigh in relief. The crowd ran on to the field still cheering. As the people dispersed Y/n sat with Stiles on the bench. The Sheriff got a call and he didn't sound too please. "Dad, what's wrong?"

Stiles pulled Y/n along as they rushed to the locker room to find Scott and they found him when they rounded the corner, but he wasn't alone. The pair hid behind the metal shelves when they saw Scott and Allison kissing. Y/n bit her lip to hold in the wide grin wanting to break free. She could sense their growing feelings and it made her happy for them.

Allison giggled when they pulled away. "I gotta get back to my dad." She said. Scott nodded and she gave him another quick peck before walking away. "Stiles. Y/n." She said in greeting towards the two when she saw them.

"Hey, yeah." Stiles waved and Y/n gave her a nod.

Scott walked to his friends with the dopiest smile Y/n had ever seen on him. "I kissed her." He said dreamily.

"We saw." Y/n smiled at him.

"She kissed me."

"Saw that too." Stiles gave him his own smile. "It's pretty good, huh?"

Scott sighs. "I-I-I don't know how, but I controlled it. I pulled it back. Maybe I can do this. Maybe it's not that bad."

"Yeah, heh." Stiles chuckled nervously and Y/n frowned when she remembered why they were here. Something happened but Stiles hadn't told her what it was yet. "We'll talk later, then." Stiles patted Scott's shoulder and tried to walk away but Scott stopped him.

"What?"

Stiles sighed. "The, uh, Medical Examiner looked at the other half of the body we found."

"And?"

"Well, I'll keep it simple. Medical Examiner determines killer of girl to be animal, not human. Derek's human, not animal. Derek not killer. Derek let out of jail." Y/n frowns more. Yes, she had a feeling Derek was innocent but she doesn't know him enough to tell what he'll do now to any of them now that he's out.

"Are you kidding?" Scott exclaimed.

"No, and here's a bigger kick in the ass. My Dad I.D.'d the dead girl. Both halves. Her name was Laura Hale."

"Hale?"

"Derek's sister." Y/n realized. That's why she felt so wrong when they were digging her up. He buried her out of respect, not to cover evidence.

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Published: 12/2/20
Edited: 4/12/22