I walked around the woods with Stiles, whose flashlight almost blinded me as I used my werewolf eyes to search the darkness.

Lydia had been missing for almost 48 hours, and it was the coldest night tonight, according to Coach Finstock.

Stiles noticed I had stopped, turning around to look at me in confusion. "What's wrong?" He asked as I shook my head.

"Her scent... I lost it."

"You.. you lost it? How do you loose her scent?" Stiles snapped as I shrugged in defense.

"I don't know, Stiles! Maybe she walked through water or something? Or maybe it's too cold." I suggested as Stiles looked around, hoping to see her.
"We need to head back. If Lydia is still out there, she's bound to get home soon." I took Stiles by the shoulder in a poor attempt to comfort him, forcing the boy to follow where I was going.

"What if— what if she's—"

"Don't jinx it, Stiles." I muttered, cutting him off. He nodded slowly, the two of us making our way back to the road.

Exactly where several squad cars waited, right by Stiles' Jeep.

"Ah shit." Stiles mumbled as Sheriff Stilinski turned at the sound of the crunching leaves.

"There you two are..  again. What are you doing out here? You do realize it's below 40, right?" He frowned as Stiles looked down in shame.

"We're sorry, Sheriff. We were just looking for Lydia." I said as the Sheriff crossed his arms, humming with little to no amusement.

"And... did you find her? Take her home?" He asked as Stiles deadpanned at him.

"Do you seriously— Do you seriously think we found Lydia? She's be at the hospital right now, dad." Stiles snapped sarcastically.

"Alright. You two need to find a hobby." Stilinski said as I scratched the back of my neck awkwardly, looking away.

And right at the bare body of Lydia Martin.

"Holy shit." I whispered, tapping Stiles' shoulder several times before I got his, and everyone else's attention.

The girl looked like she had been going out of her mind. Her hair was matted and there was a twig in it, and she had a few scratches in her body.

"Well..." Lydia said, raising her hands up and exposing her breasts. I slapped my hand over my eyes, squinting hard. "Is anyone going to get me a jacket?"

I peeked over at Stiles when he started yanking in my jacket, trying to pry it off. I slapped his hand harshly, walking over to Lydia and taking my jacket off.

She was much shorter than me when I approached her, quickly wrapping my jacket around her, which reached just below her thighs. It was a bigger jacket, even for me.

I walked her over to Stiles and his dad, who quickly guided her to his squad car, pointing at the two of us. "You two. Go. Home." He ordered as Stiles and I nodded, both of us nodding and quickly getting into the car.

"Hey Jeremy is at a friend's house for a night and... I don't like sleeping in an empty house. And well... Derek's place isn't very home-y." I looked over at Stiles, whose scent suddenly changed to nervousness. Well, he always did smell like anxiety and nerves when I walked around with him, but now it was stronger.

"Uh.. yeah, I-I guess you could stay at my place for the night."he stammered as I smirked, looking at the road.

"Do I make you nervous, Stilinski?" I asked with a dark chuckle as he only tensed up more.

"Ner-Nervous? Please. I'm not—" Stiles voice cracked and he quickly cleared his throat. "I'm not nervous. You don't make me nervous, Dean."

"Mhm. Whatever you say." I hummed as Stiles shot me a deathly glare, causing me to smirk even more. "You're not very good at the death glare. Maybe you should go through something first." I joked as Stiles scoffed, pulling over.

"Alright, tough guy. Show me then." Stiles said, turning to face me. I raised a brow and snickered.

"Show you what? A death glare?" I asked as he nodded. I looked at him for a moment before groaning, turning to face him.

I stared deep into his eyes, long enough to see them change emotions. I slowly gave Stiles a death glare, my eyes shifting from their normal bluish-green to their yellow werewolf color.

Stiles' eyes widened at the change of color, gulping quietly as he nodded. "Yeah— Yep. Definitely... a death glare." He confirmed as I smirked, my eyes flickering down to his lips for a mere moment before I shifted to face the road again.

"Alright. Looks like you should learn a few things from me."

𝑨𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓! 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒔𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒚𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈