I dropped Sheriff Stilinski's bag of food in front of him, both Stiles and I grabbing our burgers and sitting down next to one another. Noah eyes the two of us as he pulled out his, frowning in disappointment. "What the hell is this?" He questioned, showing us his burger.

"It's a veggie burger!" Stiles explained as Noah turned to me.

"Don't look at me, he ordered the food." I pointed to Stiles, who gave me a hard glare as I shrugged. "Told you he'd be mad."

"I asked for a hamburger." Noah scorned, Stiles sighing.

"Well veggie is healthier. I'm trying to extend your life." Stiles said as I bit into my own burger, my eyes finding that of a long red string that connected to several pictures.

"Is that board of the recent murders?" I asked, gesturing to the board behind Noah. He turned back to look at it, sighing quietly.

"It is, but I cannot exactly disclose open cases with teenagers." He said as Stiles scoffed.

"Dad seriously? When was the last time you ever listened to those rules with me?" Stiles asked, his eyes widening as he realized he had just exposed his dad to me.

"Wait... you guys talk about cases without me? Rude." I pouted as Noah chuckled.

"Well I've only ever talked about robberies with Stiles. Nothing interesting ever happened around here until a few months ago when Laura Hale was murdered." He said as I sighed.

"Yeah this place is pretty boring. What have you found?" I asked with a smile as Stiles nodded, just as intrigued to find out everything as I was. Noah looked between the two of us and frowned.

"Why will I not be surprised if either of you end up becoming detectives?" He asked as the two of us shrugged. Noah let out a long, heavy breath, opening one of the files. "All right. I found something... the mechanic and the couple who were murdered. They all had something in common."

"All three?" Stiles asked, his dad nodding.

"The mechanic, the husband, the wife- all the same age. All 24." He said as I frowned.

"But Isaac's dad was also killed and... well last time I saw him he didn't exactly look young enough to be 24. And neither was my brother, by the way." I added as Noah nodded, slowly sliding a file out of my view.

I still saw it, though. The big and bold "OPEN CASE" stamp on the file, my brother's name written all over it. It made my heart sink knowing I knew who had killed him but I couldn't exactly tell that to Stiles' dad.

"Which made me think that either "a," Lahey's murder wasn't connected or "b," the ages were a coincidence, until I found this, which would be "c." Did you know that Isaac Lahey had an older brother named Camden?" Noah asked as Stiles' and I'd eyes widened, looking at the file his dad showed us.

"'Died in Combat?'" Stiles read as his dad nodded.

"But if he were alive today, take one guess as to how old he'd be."

"...24." I whispered, Noah nodding. Stiles and I turned to face one another, both equally as shocked. Isaac had never mentioned he had a brother. Hell, he rarely talked about his personal life.

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"My mom liked to keep Beacon Hills yearbooks for a reason I guess I'll never find out. But I know she stopped buying them last school year when the murders started happening." I said as Stiles and I walked into the library of my house. The place had been blocked off by police since it my brothers death was an ongoing investigation, but they stopped searching the house a few days ago.

"So we just need to find out the names of everyone who had Mr. Harris' chemistry class in 2006 and then... well—"

"Warn them that a lizard could kill them?" I said, my fingers running along the spines of the books as I tried to find the yearbook.

"Well... I mean we could but that defeats the purpose of keeping the supernatural world a secret." Stiles scratched the back of his neck as I scoffed, pulling the yearbook out and quickly skimming through the pages.

"Have I ever told you how much Mr. Harris creeps me out?" I asked as Stiles laughed.

"Yeah he's like.. the most hated teacher at Beacon Hills High School. So you're not alone." He said as I nodded.

"We need to get Scott and tell him about all of this."

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"There has to be another way we can get the tickets." Scott said as I shrugged.

"I spent the money I had left on a car, so we're kinda stuck until I turn 18 and get the money my mom saved for me." I sighed, Stiles frowning.

"It's a secret show. And there's only one way, and that's a secret." He complained as Matt walked up to us.

"Oh. So you're Matt." I eyed him up and down suspiciously as he raised a brow.

"Yeah. And you are..?" He asked and I shrugged.

"A dog that likes to bite." I smiled forcefully as he nodded, turning to Stiles and Scott.

"Either of you guys know why no one's getting suspended after what happened the other day at school?" He asked as Stiles rolled his eyes.

"Just forget it. Nobody got hurt."

"I—I had a concussion." Matt stammered as I frowned.

"Well... nobody got seriously hurt." Stiles corrected himself, fixing the strap on his backpack.

"I was in the E.R. For six hours." Matt glared at Stiles, who looked ready to hit Matt.

"Alright, do you want to know the truth, Matt? Your little bump on the head is about this high on our list of problems right now." Stiles bent over and raised his hand just above the pavement as Matt glared at him.

"Are you okay, at least?" Scott asked, Matt looking over at him. I sniffed the air quietly, a definite smell of rage radiating off of the blonde.

"Yeah. I'm fine." He lied, quickly walking away. "And by the way. They sold out but I managed to find two online."

I frowned and watched Matt leave, turning to Scott and Stiles with a disgusted look. "I don't like him."

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I fixed my lacrosse jersey as I shoved my cleats on, Coach walking out of his office and staring down at his clipboard.

"Can anybody tell me where the hell Jackson is and why he missed morning practice?" Coach asked as he turned to me, and I quickly averted my gaze to Stiles, who looked at Scott.

"I thought I told you to keep an eye on him?" He asked his friend, who was silently panicking on the inside.

"Stilinski! Jackson?" Coach yelled as Stiles stammered, scratching the back of his neck.

"I— uh... sorry Coach. Haven't seen him since the last time I saw him." Stiles winced, Coach frowning.

"Oh and uh— and when was that?" He asked as everyone's eyes landed on the boy with a buzzcut.

"Last time I saw him?" Stiles put his hands on his hips and pursed his lips. "Definitely the time I saw him last."

"Yeah, again. Danny, tell Jackson no missing practice this close to the championships, okay?" Coach turned to Danny, who nodded slowly.

"Sure, Coach."

"How do you three losers even survive?" Isaac said as he appeared from no where, startling Stiles.

"Good to see you, too, Isaac." I forced a smile as he raised a brow and nodded slightly.

"I could say the same, but you kinda abandoned your pack so..." The curly blonde shrugged and walked off as I frowned, watching him walk off.

Guess we've all changed since the bite.