CHAPTER ONE: wolf moon

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ALEXANDER MCCALL WAS SOUND ASLEEP WHEN HIS DOOR WAS BURST OPEN. "Alec!" A loud whisper came.

Alexander jumped from his bed, tackling the person as he had grabbed the lamp from his nightstand.

"Alec!" Scott yelled, the bat rolling away from him.

"Scott? What the hell?" Alec placed the lamp down on the floor, getting up before leaning down and pulling Scott to his feet. "What are you doing?"

"I heard something outside and wanted to check on you!"

"You heard something outside? Did you check on Isabella and Chloe?" Alec picked up the bat, handing it to Scott before going over to his dresser, taking out the gun. " it's probably just a raccoon or a skunk."

The two exited, Scott walking closely behind his older brother. "Relax, Scott."

They exited out the house, walking onto the porch. Scott had gestured for them to go separate ways, as Alexander went around the house, Scott examined the porch.

Alec turned around, gun raised when he heard his brother scream. Alec quickly ran back, getting ready to pull the trigger.

"Stiles!" Scott exclaimed. "what the hell are you doing?!"

Isabella MCCall had heard her brother scream, and gently lifted Chloe's head off her shoulder before placing the blanket to cover her more. The girl carefully walked into the kitchen, taking out one of the knifes before quickly and quietly pulling the door opened, knife in hand.

Stiles looks just as exasperated at Scott as he eyes the bat in his best friend's hands, then his eyes widen when seeing that gun in Alec's. "You we're gonna shoot me?" He exclaimed.  "You we're gonna stab me?" He yelled when seeing Isabell holding the knife.

"No, need to worry, Izzy, Stiles is being an idiot, he wants us to attack him, and harm him, apparently." Alec quickly told his younger sister.

Scott turned to see that, Alec did, indeed have a gun pulled, watching as his older brother began to place it into the back of his jeans. "You have a gun? Since when?"

"You weren't answering your phone! Why do you have a bat? And why does Alec have a gun?" Stiles questioned, still hanging upside down.

"We thought you were a predator!" Scott yelled, annoyed.

"A pre... Wha?" Stiles looks at Scott, clearly appalled by the implication, before scoffing and changing the subject to why he's there. He stays hanging upside down. "Look, I know it's late, but you gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called-- they're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even state police."

That had caused the two brothers to frown. "For what?" Scott asked.

Stiles has difficulty concealing his glee regarding his answer. "Two joggers found a body in the woods." Reaching up to pull himself free of the trellis, Stiles lands on his feet in front of the two.

Isabella scrunched up her face, looking at Stiles in disgust. "Why the fuck am I friends with you, again?"

Stiles looked at her, offended but before he said anything, she walked back into the house, putting the knife away. She poked her head out the door. "I'm staying here with Chloe."

"No one invited you!" Stiles yelled at her.

"Five," Isabella started.

While Alexander looks annoyed, Scott looked confused. "What, a dead body?"

Stiles reaches up and leans on the railing to look at Scott at eye-level with a sarcastic expression." No, a body of water." Stiles rolls his eyes. "Yes, dumbass, a dead body!"

"Good night. I'm going to bed. Don't go out to find the dead body," Alexander sighs tiredly. "Seriously? I've got work tomorrow and classes are starting soon again."

Stiles scrambled to his car as Alec laughed, returning to the car and hoping in the front seat.

"What is wrong with you guys?" Stiles questioned as he rushed

"You're trespassing. Don't blame us for being caut- Wait, Alec you have a gun?" Isabella asked.

Scott looks unnerved about this news as Stiles climbs over the railing to join him on the porch. "You mean, like, murdered?" He asked Stiles.

"Nobody knows yet. Just that it was a girl, probably in her twenties."

"It's to early to deal with that! What the fuck are you taking about?" Isabella asked.

"So, if they have the body,  what are they looking for?" Alec asked.

Stiles becomes overwhelmed with glee at the drama of this situation as he finishes the story. "That's the best part-- they only found half."

"You're disgusting," Isabella tells the buzz-cut haired boy.

"You are so messed up in the head," Alec tells him.

"We're going." Stiles says.

"I've got work tomorrow. Both a shift at night and to be there while you guys are trying out. I'm not going. And if I'm not going, neither of you are."

Although Alec had gone. He had complained throughout the first couple of minutes of the drive. "Stiles! Tell me why you think it's a good idea to go find a dead body?"

"Because it's awesome!" stiles yelled back.

"You are insane. You are a psychopath. You have a twisted mind," Alec told him, huffing in annoyance. "Great. Now, they've got to look for another dead body."

"What? There's two?" Stiles questioned, confused.

"There's about to be; you!" Alec glared. "I was asleep. After days of not sleeping."

Scott frowned. "You've been sleeping since five or four."

"And only woke up to use the bathroom. You didn't even eat," Isabell adds.

"Yeah. I think I need to up the dosage of milligrams. I haven't slept in a few days. Hey, if I get hit in the back of the head, and knocked out, how long will I be unconscious?"

"That's a concussion! Not sleep!" Stiles yelled immediately. "Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"I was busy. Took a few extra shifts." Alec explained.
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Brail Argent leaned his head against the window, his sister sat next to him. The two twins found it annoying how much they moved around. And truthfully, didn't understand why they did.

Brazil extended a hand to his sister, offering a candy bar that he had brought from a gas station a while back. He continued to stare out the window. "I swear, this year better be the best year."
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Caspian Thaddeus was dead-sleep, only having woke up because of the loud thump that sounded in his room. Caspian yelled, reaching over his bed, throwing his lamp at the window, then moving back, he jumped out of his bed. Before he reached for the lacrosse ball that Scott had given him to toss around. He threw it at the person.

"Ow! Caspian!" Stiles Stilinski had been hit, dunking down to avoid whatever else could be thrown out at him.

"Stiles!" Caspian yelled, holding the heaviest book he owned. "You're breaking in and entering! Again!"

"You're the one who-" Stiles yelled back.

"Be quiet! Stop yelling. My parents will wake up."

"Wha-you are the one-"

Caspian threw the book at him. "I said quiet!"

Stiles mumbled about Caspian being the one who was yelling. "There's a dead body in the woods. Scott's waiting in the car, do you want to come out into the woods?"
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Alexander removed his phone from his pocket, calling Carrius first. After a few rings, it was answered. "Why the fuck are you calling me?"

"Well, hello to you, to, kind sir." Alec sarcastically speaks.

Carrius sighed, running a hand through his hair. He looked over at his alarm clock. "You better have a good ass excuse to call me at this time. Someone better be dying."

"You can ask Stiles that," Alec replied, looking up to see that Stiles was turning into another road.

"Why don't you just shoot me while you're at it." Carrius sighed before hanging up and calling Azreal.

Alec looked at his phone, offended. "That bitch hung up on me."
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They had taken two cars, obviously Stiles's jeep and Alec's car. But, Scott was driving Alec's car so the older one could sleep longer in the back seat.

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Carrius muttered threats under his breath, annoyed with the oldest MCCall and Stilinski, and even though he had yet to say a word; Azreal. Carrius knew the moment he picked up the phone, he'd have a very annoyed, very angry Azreal on his hands.

"I sw-" Azreal started.

"Blame Stiles, he is going to pick us up. Or Alec is. I'm not sure if he's picking anyone else up." Carrius says. "So, get dressed. Or at least put on pants and a jacket."

"Yeah, yeah," Azreal dismissed, getting up off his bed and moving to his closet to pull on a hoodie. "I'm going. Which street?"

Azreal and Carrius lived close to each other, only being separated by a street that turned left.
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Carlisle looked up from his file, catching the exhausted looking Melissa MCCall. He placed the file under his arm, walking up to the woman.  "Melissa," he called, which had made the woman startle, dropping the folder she held.

She nervously laughed. "Carlisle, uh, sorry, had a bit of a long day."

Carlisle bends down, picking up the folder and papers. Melissa quickly tried to gather the papers as well. "Are you feeling alright?" He asked the woman.

Melissa nodded, nervously and quickly.
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Amber Clark and Natasha Martian were spending the night together. Or in correct terms, Natasha was showing Amber her new outfits and Amber was trying to discreetly tell the other girl about Stiles Stilinski. "Have you ever watched a lacrosse game?" Amber asked the girl.

"Of course. Lydia makes me go to watch Jackson. I'm always cheering for one of the players to knock him on his ass." Natasha replied, pulling out a jacket, she held it up. "I don't really like this one, do you or anyone you know would like this?"

"I'll take it." Amber said, taking the jean jacket. "I'm gonna paint over it." 

Natasha shrugged, turning back to her closet.

"So, what's your thoughts about the other players?" Amber questioned.

Natasha shrugged again. "Their good, although there are these two players I've never seen on the field, players number twenty-four and number eleven."

"Stiles Stilinski and Scott MCCall," Amber told her, hiding her smile at the fact that she was successful so far. "You ever talk to them?"

Natasha sighed. "If this is you trying to set me up with one of your friends, again, forget about it. I embarrassed myself enough with the first one."

"Okay, but that's because Azreal is a dick." Amber tells her, not telling her the real reason, which, was that Azreal had purposely acted rude-but not rude or in a jerk way to her, just to the male waiter-so that hopefully, the girl would find Stiles.

Azreal was talking about how Stiles was a nice, sweet-he left out how Stiles could sometimes be careless with what he says-and smart boy. And that he was in their grade.
So, Azreal's plan to have the girl search out Stiles and get to know him, didn't work
Amber had laughed when Azreal told her that.

"Yeah, that name..." Natasha speaks. "Stiles. Azreal mentioned him that night."

"Did he now?" Amber asked, as though she didn't already know that. "Yeah. He's like that. When he doesn't know what to talk about, he'll talk about his friends and describe them."

"Yeah, I figured that out the hard way," Natasha muttered, she sighed, plopping down onto her bed. "I'm going to sleep. You staying the night or are you leaving?"

Amber glanced out the window. "Mind if I stay for the night?"

"Yeah, you can stay. Pajamas are in the second left drawer."

Amber muttered under her breathe about Stiles being difficult and forcing his friends to talk to the girl he likes.
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Scott was still driving Alec's car, with the older one in the back and Caspian sitting in the passenger seat.

"I can't believe you kidnapped me to find a dead body," Caspian lowly muttered.

"I didn't kidnap you!" Stiles argued.

"What else do you call dragging a minor out a window?"  Caspian shot back.

"You said you couldn't use the front door or your parents would hear! And you didn't want to climb out the window," Stiles says.

"I'm surprised you could actually carry me," Caspian says. "It was an excuse so you would leave without me."

"You always want to go where we go," Stiles says as he stops the car.

"Yeah. But, not when you're breaking the law!" Caspian argued.

They had driven at the same pace, able to speak to each other across the line they traveled.

He was asleep in the backseat, only being in the backseat to spiral out in the space. His head rested on the window, legs cramped up a bent, still he laid with his entire back pressing to the side of the vehicle.

"Alec!" Stiles yelled, making the older jump up, hitting his head on the roof before he wiped out his gun, pointing it in the direction of the voice.

"Oh god!" Stiles yelled, horrified as he stumbled back.

Alec realized who it was, rubbing his eyes tiredly. They had pulled into the preserve the Jeep illuminating the sign warning against entry after dark with the Jeep's headlights. Alec moved out of the car.

"We're seriously doing this?" Scott questioned, having his hood up.

"This feels like a horror movie moment," Azreal says. "And either Stiles or I would be the first to die."

"The only one who complains more than you is Ander because he gets distracted by a book. Or a TV show...or a new obsession of an actor. Or-" Stiles continued.

"Okay, we get it," Dakari complained; he sighed loudly, hitting the back of the younger's head. "and I told you to stop calling me Ander I hate that nickname."

"That's the exact reason why I use it," Stiles smiled.

"We're about to witness the death of Stiles Stilinski," Carrius whispered to Azreal.

"I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow." Scott Scott spoke, interrupting whatever was going to be said. He knew when Stiles and Alec argued, and it could last an hour or longer before they just started to ignore the other. And if Azreal or Carrius joined it, he'd be lucky to make it to school in the morning.

"Right, 'cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort," Stiles sarcastically replied.

"No, because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line."

Caspian grinned wildly, throwing an arm around Scott. "Congratulations!"

"Congratulations," Carrius tells him.

"Does this mean Stiles as no one to talk to while he's on the bench?" Azreal sarcastically asked.

Of course, Stiles had interrupted Caspian as he spoke again. "Hey, that's the spirit. Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one."

"You know, you can be a real asshole," Caspian tells the buzz-cut-haired boy.

"Don't be an ass," Alec told Stiles, before he turned to his brother. "That's great, Scott."

The boys walk in silence for a beat before Scott speaks up in the same sarcastic tone Stiles used. "Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?"

Stiles looks somewhat sheepish in response to this question. "Huh! I didn't even think about that."

"Repeat that again?" Caspian asked, looking away from Scott, stopping his insults of Stiles.

"Great. That's just wonderful," Alec sarcastically speaks. "What's that chance that whoever killed the body is still out here?"

Of course, Stiles grows to be a bit embarrassed, voice lowering as he hesitated. "Also something I didn't think about."

They begin to climb up a hill.

"Did you think about anything?" Alec asked.

"Alec, you're good. If anything, you'll be killed fourth." Azreal tells him.

"I'm pushing you to the killer if they're still out here," Alexander tells the Stilinski

"It's - comforting to know you've planned this out with your usual attention to detail," Scott replied, panting.

"I know."

"Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh?" Scott gasped, proving himself up against a tree; he shook his inhaler, taking a pump.

Alexander looked at him, concerned.

"Are you okay?" Caspian asked as they dunked, hitting the ground before Stiles gets up, running.

"Want me to carry you?" Alec asked Scott.

Before Scott could either accept or deny the offer, they see a handful of people ahead of them waving flashlights around as part of the search. The five collapsed to the ground, hiding as flashlights showed up, cops walking closer.
Unfortunately for them, Stiles' impatience eventually wins out, and he jumps up and runs toward the action.

Azreal helped Scott as they ran.

Of course, Alec is immediately after him, pulling Scott up before running after Stiles. "I agreed to this with the condition of you listening to me!" Alec yelled.

"Wait!" Scott called out.

"Come on!" Stiles yelled back.

"Stiles! Alec! Wait up!" Scott screamed.

"Stiles!" Alec yelled again

Stiles finally hears the last attempt to call his name, but the split second of distraction. Caspian was ahead of Scott, glancing back at the asthmatic boy before bumping into Stiles's back. Stiles and Caspian turned around, a flashlight shining bright in their faces. Sharp teeth bared at the two, causing Stiles to stumble. He knocked Caspian back as well, falling on top of the other.

The deputy with the search dog immediately points his flashlight at Stiles as he tries to recover from the shock.

Scott, Azreal and Carrius all dunked down, hiding behind three different trees.

Alec pulled Stiles back, reaching done and easily lifting Caspian. He frowned down at Caspian, who felt lighter then he should.

"Hold it right there!" The deputy yelled.

"Hang on, hang on," Sheriff Noah Stilinski called out, sighing in annoyance when he recognized the buzz-cut boy, the flat, but messy hair, the fluffy-haired boy behind him. "This little delinquent belongs to me. Caspian, do your parents know you are out here?"

Stiles, trying to play it cool, greets his dad warmly. "Dad, how are you doing?"

Stilinski looks at Stiles with a mix of frustration, exasperation, and exhaustion. "So, do you, uh, listen in to all of my phone calls?"

Stiles laughs sheepishly. "No. Heh..." he denies, but his father gives Stiles a look, and Stiles finishes his sentence. "...Not the boring ones."

Caspian thought of he was quite enough, Noah would forget he was there.

Stilinski just sighs and nods as though he's accepted this truth about his son before looking around the surrounding area. Then he looked at Alec. "Now, where's your usual partners in crime?"

Alec went to speak up, but,  Stiles immediately tries to play dumb as it starts to rain. "Who, Scott?, Scott's home. He said he wanted to get a good night's sleep for first day back at school tomorrow."

Stilinski looks at Stiles in disbelief as he continues to lie.

"It's just me....Caspian...and Alec... In the woods... Alone..."

It is obvious that Stilinski doesn't buy what Stiles is saying, and he lifts his flashlight and tries to get a look around to find Scott, who is still hiding behind the tree.  He knows that Alec wouldn't leave either boy alone. "Scott, you out there? Scott? Carrius? Azreal?"

After a moment, when the three don't materialize in front of him, Stilinski reluctantly determines that only two of them had gone with his son.. He then sighs before grabbing Stiles roughly by the back of the neck and steering him toward the entrance to the preserve. "Well, young man, I'm gonna walk you back to your car... And then you and I are gonna have a conversation about something called "invasion of privacy.""

"And Alec, you and I will have a talk, about following people into the middle of nowhere," Noah tells him. "And Caspian, you will be getting a lecture on listening to Stiles."

"What? Would you rather me let your son walk alone?" Alec questioned, glancing back in worry to where Scott was hidden. "I was asleep when he broke into my room saying he needed help."

"This is insane! I am an innocent child who was dragged onto this by your Obtuse son!" Caspian immediately yelled, following after the two after a look from Noah.

Stiles gaped in offense. "Obtuse? Oh, when did you learn that, this week?"

Noah shook Stiles.
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Scott, Carrius and Azreal walk through the woods, carefully. They weren't sure if there was still any cops outside.

"I knew this was a bad idea," Azreal muttered. "When will we stop listening to Stiles?"

"I was trusting Alec, which is why I went." Carrius says.

They look up when hearing a sounds before registering it as a few birds that had flown by. They stared, trying to figure out where they were. Scott removed his inhaler from his jacket pocket, shaking it.

"Are you alright?" Carrius questioned the other.

Scott didn't get to answer as suddenly, deers ran at the three. They yelled, dunking down and covering themselves. Once the deers were no longer trampling them, they stood up.

"Are you guys okay?" Azreal asked Carrius and Scott.

"Why the hell we're they running like that?" Carrius asked.

"Guys, I dropped my inhaler," Scott tells them.

The three remove their phones, using the light to search the ground. As they do, Scott yells, rushing backwards.

"Scott, what's wr-holy shit!"

The two yelled, running down the hill that Scott had fallen down before they fell to the ground. They quickly got up, only to hear a low growling.

"Please don't be a bear, please don't be a bear," Azreal muttered, as they three turn around.

A large form jumped at them, taking all three down to the floor. Scott yelled first in pain, being bitten.

"Scott!" Azreal yelled, grabbing a large branch and swinging at the large creature.

Carrius lifted a rock, throwing it at the animal. It attacked Carrius, biting down on his shoulder. He yelled in pain. Azreal hit the creature again, upside the head.  He was tackled to the ground, the side of his neck was bitten.

They stumbled out of the woods, almost being run over by a car.

"Holy shit."
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Brazil Argent's head snapped back, looking for the three figures they had almost ran over. "What the hell?" He questioned. "You almost killed them!"

"They came out of nowhere!" His father reasoned back.

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Alexander had left, picking up the three on the side of the road after Noah watched both him and Stiles drive away. Noah said he would take Caspian home

"Are you okay?" Alec asked.

"We got bit by a wolf," Scott says, wincing.

"A wolf?" Alec questioned, disbelief.

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Carlisle walked into his house, glancing up at the stairs. He thought to check in on his son, but if Carrius was actually asleep, and Carlisle woke him up, he knew that the young teen wouldn't be able to fall back asleep for some time.

Carlisle placed his keys done, smiling lightly when he had recalled the short conversation with Melissa MCCall.
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Caspian knew that his parents would be asleep, but he wasn't sure what would happen when they woke up. Noah sighed when neither parent answered the door, despite the knocking for several minutes, and the announcing who he was.   Noah looked at the thirteen-year-old with pity. "Do you have a key?" He questioned.

"I normally climb in through my window," Caspian says. Because, his parents forget to get him a key.

"Come on," Noah tells him, glancing back at the house. He had never met Caspian's parents. This was the first time he had even heard Caspian's address.

"They work a lot, so they're tired when they get home. They had seen that I was in my bed before they went to sleep," Caspian lies. His parents weren't home when he went to sleep. And he wasn't sure they were home now.
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Caspian had slept in Stiles's room, as Noah had gotten a blow-up mattress.

Noah decided he would wait until tomorrow to give Stiles the lecture about listening in on his phone calls.
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Isabella and Chloe-before she had fallen asleep-were worried about Scott. Isabella had kept checking her phone, wanting to make sure that her brother hadn't called or texted about either staying at the Stilinski household or if he needed 911.

So, when she heard the window in his room open-which she was sitting in-she immediately turned around, turning on the light.

Scott stumbled, surprised.

"Well, well, well, look at what the cat dragged in." Isabella sarcastically called out. "Where the fuck were you?"

"Looking for the dead body. Found it. Got bit by a wolf." Scott answered. "So did Carrius and Azreal."

She made a questioning face. "Never mind. I'll get the first aid kit."

Alec didn't have the time to explain to Scott why the possibility of it being a wolf that bit him, want possibly. Because, as Alec helped him wrap up the wound, Scott had taken Alec's phone, saying how he would help with Alec's assignment.

So, Alec explained on what he was writing while Scott typed it out. And when, Alec brought up how it wasn't a wolf, Scott was immediately saying how he hadn't been there, and he was the one bitten, he would know what bit him. Alec sighed, waving a hand and telling Scott to sleep before school tomorrow.

"Do Azreal and Carrius have a way to fix themselves up?" Alec asked, realizing now that he should have asked the two before.
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Caspian had received a pair of clothes from Stiles, who said that he better return them, and not steal it like he stole Scott's jacket.

Scott never asked for it back, and when Caspian had realized, he quickly put it to wash and dry before returning it to Scott the next day at school.

Caspian sat in the passenger seat of Stiles's jeep. Apparently, while Caspian was explaining-lying-to Noah that his parents had seen him before he snuck out with Stiles, Scott had texted the two that he had been bitten and attacked. Bitten.

So, when they had seen Scott outside the school, Stiles twisted the steering wheel to take the closet's parking spot for their friend.

Savanah was confused about the rush her brother were in. "What the fuck happened out there last night?"

Caspian rolled his eyes as he hopped out of the vehicle, following Stiles over to Scott. "Okay, let's see this thing," Stiles demanded, which had made Scott lifts up high his jacket and shirt, revealing the white patch that had been placed over the injury. There was a small amount of blood on it. "Ooh!"

"Holy shit! Did your mom patch you up?" Caspian asked. "You cleaned the wound, right?"

Scott shook his head, pulling his shirt back down. "My mom doesn't know. And I'd like to keep it that way. Alec patched me up. Yeah. It was too dark to see much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf."

Caspian made a question face, as did Savannah and Isabella. But, Savannah was more distracted by injured Scott was.

"A wolf bit you?" Stiles questioned, scoffing as he followed Scott, who hummed in confirmation. "No, not a chance."

"Did you hit your head?" Caspian asked.

Scott looked at him, offended. "I heard a wolf howling."

"No, you didn't," Stiles told him.

"What do you mean, no, I didn't? How do you know what I heard? Carrius and Azreal heard it to." Scott tells the three.

Stiles laughed. "Because California doesn't have wolves, okay? Not in like sixty years."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. There are no wolves in California."

"You sure it want a coyote? Maybe a dog bit you," Caspian says. "A stray dog."

Scott turned to him, looking at the younger as if he was the fool. "I know the difference between a dog and a wolf. All right, well, if you don't believe me about the wolf, then you're definitely not gonna believe me about when I tell you I found the body."

"You - are you kidding me?"
"Are you serious?"
"Body?"

"Because wolves haven't been-wait you found the body?" Captain cut himself off, eyes widening when he released what Scott had said.

"You - are you kidding me?" Stiles asked in excitement.

"No, man, I wish. I'm gonna have nightmares for a month."

"You worry me, Stiles," Caspian speaks. "You'll probably be a future serial killer."

Stiles ignored the way his friend sounded. "Oh, god, that is freakin' awesome. I mean, this is seriously going to be the best thing that's happened to this town since -" he stopped as the Martian sisters walked by. He stared at Natasha as Savannah started at Lydia.  "Since the birth of Natasha Martin. Hey, Natasha - You look - Like you're going to ignore me." He sighed when she walked past him. Stiles pointed to Scott. "You're the cause of this, you know."

Scott hummed.

"Draggin' me down to your nerd depths. I'm a nerd by association. I've been scarlet - nerded by you."

Caspian made a face. "Says the one who watched nerdy shit."

"Stiles, you're the nerd; what the fuck are you talking about?"  Isabella asked.

"But, you're the nerd in the group," Savannah tells him.

"Star wars is not nerdy!" Stiles exclaimed.
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"I think Amber is trying to set me up with one of her friends," Natasha tells her sister.

"When isn't she?" Lydia asked back.

Natasha tilted her head, recalling Azreal. "Point taken." She put in her earbuds as she exited her car, walking into the school and not noticing or hearing the buzz-cut boy say hi to her.
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Scott had shown Caspian to his classroom, waving the other goodbye before leaving to head to his own class.
Azreal had told him that is anyone messed with him, to call him and Carrius. Or Alec.
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Caspian huffed, forcing himself to listen to the teacher, he already hated the teacher. He wasn't sure why, but the woman kept looking around the class, as if she hated it to. And glaring if a student even breathed to loudly.

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"As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night," the teacher spoke.  Scott looked back at Azreal and Stiles. Carrius and Amber didn't have class with them. "And I am sure that your eager little minds are coming up with varois macabre scénarios as to what happened. But I am here to tell you that the police already have a suspect in custody."

Azreal looked up at that, he gave a look with Stiles, raising an eyebrow in question. Stiles had an odd look. So, he's lying, bitch.

"Which means," the teacher continues. "you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus which is on your desk outlining this semester."

The students groaned. A phone went off, having Azreal and Scott look up. But, no one made a movement to silence there phone or even made knowledge of the sound.

The phone was picked up. "Mom, three calls on our first day is a little overdoing it." A female voice says.

Azreal stares out the window, shocked that he could hear the girl's voice. "Everything expect a pen. Oh, my god, I didn't actually forget a pen. Okay, okay. I gotta go. Love you."
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Carrius felt odd since last night. There was no way that the thing that had bitten him was a bear, and there was no way it was a wolf, like Scott was saying. After all, wolves haven't been in California for sixty years, according to the Stilinski siblings.

But, what the fuck was that thing that had attacked them in the woods?
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Allison's phone rings. "Oh, my god, is she calling again?" Brazil asked, disbelief. He was nervous enough without worrying about his phone going off while the teacher was speaking.

Luckily it was Allison's phone that was being called.

The phone was picked up. "Mom, three calls on our first day is a little overdoing it."   Allison says. "Everything expect a pen. Oh, my god, I didn't actually forget a pen. Okay, okay. I gotta go. Love you."

The principal walks up to the two Argents. "Sorry to keep you waiting. So you were saying San Francisco isn't where you grew up?"

"Yeah," Brazil says. "But, we did live there for more than a year. Which is surprisingly longer then where we normally live at places."

"Well, hopefully Beacon Hills will be your last stop for a while." He replied. He opened the classroom door. Brazil was a bit surprised that he and Allison had shared their first class. "Class, these our new students, Allison and Brazil Argent. Please do your best to make them feel welcome."

Allison and Brazil walked side-by-side and found two seats next to each other. Brazil glanced up, feeling someone look at him, he smiled at the brunette haired boy.

Another boy, pale compared to the one who sat in front of Brazil, had turned around to face Allison's handing her a pen. She smiled at him. "Thanks." Brazil raised an eyebrow at his sister, who only shrugged.

"We'll begin with Kafka's Metamorphosis on page one thirty-three." The teacher says.

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Caspian had gone to search for his older friends, ignoring the other older students. But, before he could either of them, the bell had rung.

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When the school bell rings, Azreal followed Scott to his locker, wanting to ask the other if he had heard what he had heard.

"Can someone tell me how new girl is here all of five minutes, and she's already hanging out with Lydia and Natasha's clique?" A girl asked.

"Because they're hot. Beautiful people herd together." Stiles replied, staring at Natasha.

The girl walked away while Scott stayed staring at Brazil. Azreal glanced at Allison.
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"Okay, is it just me," Brazil speaks. "or is that boy-"

Two girls and a boy walked up to the Argents, although, one of the first seemed a bit more cheerful and nervous than the other. She extended her hand. "Natasha Martian," she smiled.

"Allison Argent," Allison said, shaking her hand.

Natasha turned to Brazil, who shook her hand. "Brazil."

"That jacket is absolutely killer," Lydia tells Allison. "Where's you get it?"

"Our mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco." Allison replied.

"And you two are now my new best friend."

A boy walked up to them, pulling the girl into a kiss. Lydia turned to them. "So, this weekend there's a party."

"A party?" Allison asked.

"Yeah. Friday night. You should come." Jackson tells them.

"Uh, we can't. It's family night this Friday. Thanks for asking." Allison tells them.

"You sure?" Jackson asked. "I mean, everyone's going after the scrimmage."

"You mean like football?" Allison asked.

"Football isn't really our thing," Brazil tells him.

Jackson laughed. "Football's a joke in Beacon. The sport here is lacrosse. We've won the championship for the past three years."

"Because of a certain team captain." Lydia says, fluffing up Jackson's hair.

"Impressive," Brazil says, although he doesn't really care.

"Well we have practice in a few minutes. This is, is you don't have anywhere else to go..."

"Well, we we're going to-" Allison starts but is interrupted by Lydia.

"Perfect. You're coming."

"Actually-"

Lydia took a hold on one hand of theirs and pulled them along. Allison looked back at Azreal. Brazil looked back at  Scott.
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Scott and Stiles convinced Caspian to try out for the lacrosse team. Where as Scott said it could be more time the three hung out with each other, Stiles said he could hit Jackson.

Caspian was quick to join them, saying he'd steal their gear for the day.

Scott turned to Stiles, a disappointed look on his face. "Don't encourage him!" He lectured.

When Jackson had send the three, especially Caspian, he laughed. Caspian muttered under his breathe.

"But if you play - I'll have no one to talk to on the bench. Are you really gonna do that to your best friend?" Stiles asked, but sparing a glance at Caspian. "Well, depending how this goes, I could have Caspian."

"I can't sit out again. My whole life is sitting on the sidelines. This season, I make first line," Scott replied, dropping his bag off on the bleachers.

"McCall!" Coach Finstock called out.

"Yeah?" Scott looked away from the brunette haired good girl as he was tossed a helmet.

"You're on goal."

Scott glanced at the goal. "I've never played."

"I know - scoring some shots will give the boys a confidence boost. It's a first day back thing. Get 'em energized, fired up!"

Caspian scrunched up his face. "I thought you guys told me you'd tell me when a teacher was an asshole. He wasn't on the listen!"

"I didn't think you'd try out for the team!" Stiles exclaimed.

"What about me?" Scott asked the Coach.

"Try not to take any in the face. Let's go! Come on!" He orders.

Scott had gone to the goal, standing in front it, he rolled his shoulders. Finstock made face when seeing Caspian, before he blew the whistle. "Who are you?"

Scott walked over to the goal, rolling his shoulders. The whistle is blown, Scott grabs his head as though he's in pain. One of the players threw the lacrosse ball at him, hitting him in the face and landing him flat on his back.

The others laughed.

"Hey, way to catch with your face, McCall!" The boy laughed.

Azreal winced, then waving down at Amber, Carrius, Savannah and Isabella.

"So, what's going on so far?" Carrius asked.

"Coach out Scott in goal," Azreal answered.

"But, he's never played goalie," Isabella speaks.

The next boy had gone, but this time Scott caught this one. Caspian bumped his fist. "Yeah!"

Everyone had been shocked. As the other players went, Scott had caught every single one.

"Did Scott practice with someone other than us?" Caspian asked, making a gesture to pint to his friends in the bleachers. "And Alec?"

Until, Jackson had pushed his way to the front of the line, using his lacrosse stick to push back the boy who had been about to go.  Jackson ran forward, throwing the ball.
Scott caught it.

"That's my friend!" Stiles yelled.

Scott threw the ball over his shoulder, to the assistant couch's lacrosse stick net. "Finally, a good player who isn't an asshole!" Azreal yelled, then glared directly at Jackson.
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Alec had gotten his own car two years ago, which is why he was driving towards the woods after receiving a text from Stiles.  He had thought about stopping by the school in order to talk to coach Finstock, get the older man to hire him in being assistant -coach.

Or something like that. Really, he just wanted to quiet his job at the dinner and do something else. He had been on the lacrosse team, so, maybe he'd have fun being the assistant coach.

"Finally!" Stiles yelled once Alec pulled the car up next to the jeep. "We've been waiting for you."

"You got out of school twenty minutes ago," Alec tells him.  "Unless you're telling me you skipped your last class?"
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The three McCall siblings and two of the Stilianki siblings were back in the woods, and Caspian. Alec trying to take more significant steps to not walk so much in the small lake that was there.

"I don't - I don't know what it was. It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that's not the only weird thing. I - I can - hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things." Scott ranted.

"Smell things? Like what?" Stiles asked.

"Like the mint - mojito gum in your pocket," Scott told Stiles. "And the chocolate in Alec's bag."

"Oh, you have chocolate, can I have some?" Isabella asked.

"Me to," Savannah says.

Stiles huffed. "Alec always has food in his bag. "I don't even have any mint mojito--" Stiles checks the inner breast pocket of his blazer and finds, much to his surprise, that there is a single piece of folded-up mint mojito gum, just as Scott sensed.

Scott raises both of his arms to the side as if to say, "I told you so."

Stiles considers this for a moment before he continues. "So all this started with the bite?"

"What if it's like an infection, like, my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?" Scott panicked.

Alec tilted his head. "If it had been adrenaline, you would be just as tired as you were before you had gone to sleep, so, are you rested or still tired?"

"I did say you should get the wound checked," Caspian says. "Hey, if you die because you didn't go to the doctors for possible rabies or some other shit, can I keep your clothes?"

Scott looked at him, offended.

"You know what? I actually think I've heard of this - It's a specific kind of infection." Stiles smiled, then stopped when Scott turned to him.

Scott stopped walking, staring at the four.
"Are you serious? Is he serious?"

Savannah chuckled. "Yeah, he is. I believe it's called; lycanthropy."

Caspian face palmed. He wished that he never befriended any of them.

"What's that? Is that bad?" Scott looked panicked.

"Are you-" Alec starts, waving a hand in disbelief.

Scott made a question face. "Once a month?"

Isabella laughed. My brother is an idiot.

Stiles hummed. "On the night of the full moon." Then he howled. Scott shoved the both of the boys before shoving the girls. "Hey, you're the one who heard a wolf howling."

"He told you that to, huh?" Alec asked. "Maybe you hit your head."

"Hey, there could be something seriously wrong with me."

"I've been thinking that about Stiles since the day I met him," Caspian says, causing Stiles to gently shove him.

"I know! You're a werewolf!" Stiles mocked a roar. "Okay, obviously, I'm kidding. But if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find, it's because Friday's a full moon."

"Okay, come on, Scott, there's got to be reasonable, medical explanation for that. Everyone knows I keep chocolate and chips in my bag-"

"Because you forget to eat because all you want to do is read and take pictures." Stiles says.

"Not completely true, I give him chips," Savannah says.

Alec ignored the two. "Stiles is always keeping trash in his pockets. And it could be Adrenaline."

Scott stopped walking, looking down at the ground.

"No, I - I could have sworn this was it. I saw the body, the deer came running. I dropped my inhaler." Scott kneeled to the ground.

"The woods look exactly the same," Caspian speaks up. "How the fuck are you sure it's this spot?"

"Maybe the killer moved the body." Stiles suggested.

Alec moved his hand to search his waistband, but he didn't have his gun.

"If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are like eighty bucks." Scott replied.

Savannah started to help her brother search for his inhaler. Scott and Stiles are still looking around when suddenly, a man in his early twenties with pale skin, black hair, a black leather jacket, and a scowl appears in front of them. Alec turned his head, jumping and pulling both Scott and Stiles a step back behind him. It took him a second to realize that he recognized the man.

"What are you doing here?" Derek Hale asked, a man that Alec hasn't seen in years. Not since the Hale house burned down.

Caspian's head snapped over, seeing a man standing there, all dark clothing, the leather jacket was completely unzipped.

When neither member of the large group reply, the man's tone gets even gruffer. "Huh? This is private property."

Then, Derek turned to Alec, about to question him, but stopped as he looked at the other, clearly shocked. He had thought he recognized the voice, but, he had that happen multiple other times; thinking he had seen or heard Alec. It never was Alec.

"Derek?" Alec questioned.

Caspian glanced between the two, confused. Clearly, Alec knew the man. But, he never recalled Alec speaking of a Derek.
Savannah and Isabella had, though.

Stiles nervously scratched the back of his neck. "Uh, sorry, man, we didn't know."

Derek's attention is focused on Alec, Scott turned, not liking the way the man looked at his older brother, he steps in front of Alec.
Alec was still taller then Scott, so he had gone just below his chin. Scott stared back at Derek, an unknown stranger to him. "Yeah, we were just looking for something, but..." Scott was about to continue until Derek glares at him, after which point Scott loses his nerve and drops the subject. "...Uh, forget it."

Suddenly, Derek tosses Scott's inhaler at him before turning and heading back the way he came without a word, he had looked at Alec, but didn't say anything before walking off.

"All right, come on, I gotta get to work." Scott tells the group.

"Dude, that was Derek Hale! You remember, right? He's only like a few years older than us. He's Alec's age," Stiles says.

"Holy shit," Caspian speaks, looking over at the spot.

"Remember what?" Scott asked.

"Why is my brother such an idiot?" Isabella questioned.

"His family. They all burned to death in a fire, like, ten years ago." Savannah says.

Alec stares at where Derek was walking away. "He ran out of class that day and I followed him. The house was on fire, I tried to hold him back from entering. And, it was six years ago."

Scott looks both intrigued and concerned by this news. "What is he doing back?"

"He did have an uncle who made it out, if I'm remembering correctly," Caspian points out.

"Don't know...Alec, you know him?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah. We used to be in the same grade. Haven't seen him in six years. He and his sister left after the Hale house burnt down," Alec shook his head, trying to get rid of the memory of seeing the Hale house burn. "Let's go. Scott and I are going to be late for work."
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Stiles asked is Caspian's parents were home, which had gotten Scott to give the other a confused look. 

"Most likely at work. Probably will show up around ten," Caspian speaks.
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"So, you and that boy," Brazil speaks.

Allison sighed. "He gave me a pen. How'd he even know I was missing my pen?"

Brazil shrugged. "No clue."
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Brazil had gone home to empty out more boxes and organize his room.  He paused, looking around and then grabbing the keys. "I'm going out real quick!"

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Brazil should have paid attention, he knows he should have. But, his mind kept wondering to the boy who was playing lacrosse.

"Shit!" He yelled, turning the car to late. A whimper came from in front of the car. The boy closed his eyes for a moment before he darted out of the car, removing his jacket, he threw it in the back. he picked up the dog, placing it in his jacket. He grabbed his phone, quickly searching for the closets vet.
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He ignored the 'closed sign', seeing the lights were still on. He banged on the door, glancing back at the dog, despite the fact that he knew he would be unable to see it from here.

The door opened, the boy from his English class stood there.

"I didn't see it. I-I didn't even take my eyes off the road, or maybe I did, the dog ran onto the road." He was speaking quickly. "It came out of nowhere!"

"It's all right. It's all right." Scott tried to calm him down. "Do you remember where it happened so I can send Animal Control to find it?"

"It's in the back of my car." Brazil answered.

The two quickly ran toward the car, Brazil opened the trunk. The dog immediately barked at them.

Scott wrapped an arm around his waist. "She just frightened. Let me see if I have any better luck."

The dog continues to bark and growl, Scott gets closer, tilting his head down. The dog stopped barking.
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Carrius knew something was wrong. He didn't feel the same.  And it was because of that night in the woods.

Carrius turned, checking in the wound, he pulled off the bandage. "What the hell?" He questioned, seeing the wound was gone.
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"I think her leg is broken," Scott says. "I've seen the doctor do plenty of splinters. I can do it myself and then give her a painkiller for now." Scott looked over at Brazil. "Yeah, I have a shirt in my bag."

Brazil shook his head. "I don't want to trouble you."

But, Scott had already turned around, removing the shirt and handing it to him. "Here."

Brazil smiled at him, walking over to the other room and removing his shirt, putting on the extra shirt. "Thanks for doing this. I feel really stupid."

Scott smiled, and Brazil had the thought that the other had a nice smile. "How come?"

"I don't freak out like that." Brazil said. "I'm typically calmer and more focused than that."

"I'd freak out to." Scott says. "In fact, I'd probably cry. And not like just a few tears, like rivers. It'd be pathetic."

Brazil laughed. "Yeah, okay. Thanks."

"So, it looks like she's gonna live." Scott says. "And I'm pretty sure she'll even let you pet her now, if you want."

"I Think she'll try to bit my hand off."

"Oh, come on. You don't want her to sue. I hear this breed is very litigious." Brazil carefully petted the dog. "You see? She likes you."

Brazil felt Scott staring at him. "What?" He asked, concerned he had done something.

"Uh. Sorry. You have an eyelash on your cheek."

"Oh. It's from the crying." Brazil says, wiping his cheek. Scott lifted his hand, slowly moving as he wiped the eyelash away from the other boy's cheek. "Thanks."

"Yeah."
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The two were outside now, and it was no longer raining.

"So, um - I was wondering - I mean - Is it really family night on Friday, or do you think maybe you'd like to go to that party with me?" Scott asked.

Brazil smiled. "Family night was a total lie."

"So is that a yes, you'll go?"

"Definitely yes." He smiled, hoping into the car.

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Carrius was extremely co guess when he had woken up in the middle of the woods. At first, he patted down on himself, searching for his phone. "What the hell is going on with me?"
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Azreal woke up to the sound of a loud beeping horn. "Kid, hey kid," a boy who called, shaking him.

Azreal jumped up, moving back.

"Wow, okay, sorry," the man says, lifting his hands. "What are you doing lying in the middle of the road?"

Azreal shakes his head. "Uh...I don't- I don't know." He admits.

The man frowned, before he extended a hand. "I'm Nicolai."
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Nicolai Salvatore had decided to return to Beacon Hills, hoping against it all, that he would be able to see his best friend. Hopefully Peter was in a better state, healed more then he was the last time that Nicolai saw him. "What the hell?" Nicolai muttered, seeing what appeared to be a teenage boy laying in the road.

He took out his gun, with wolves-bane laced bullets into the back of his pants before he exited the car. He stood by it honking the horn first. "Kid, hey kid," he called out, moving forced and shaking him lightly.

The teen moved quickly, clearly panicked he shoot up, moving backwards.

"Wow, okay, sorry," Nicolai says, lifting up his hands to show the kid he means no harm. "What are you doing laying on the middle of the road?"

The teen shakes his head, looking confused. "Uh... I don't- I don't know."

Nicolai clicks his tongue. New werewolf. Or has some medical or mental illness. He frowned, then faked a smile and extended his hand. "I'm Nicolai."

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Carlisle knocked on his son's door. "Carrius are you up?" He paused. "Carrius?" He opened the door, seeing the room empty.
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Caspian had been surprised when he was accepted into the team, although, he was sure that Coach only did it, thinking of he did he wouldn't have to accept Greenburg onto the team. He still had to, because of the number of boys who tried out.

Caspian smiled widely, when seeing Stiles, about to say how the two would be bench-sitting buddies, but stopped as Stiles grabbed his arm, stumbling over to Scott. "Scott! Scott, wait up."

"Stiles, I'm playing the first elimination, man - Can it wait?" Scott asked.

"Just hold on, okay? I overheard my dad on the phone. The fiber analysis came back from the lab in L.A. They found animal hairs on the body from the woods!"

Caspian's eyes widen. "No fucking way!"

"Stiles, I gotta go," Scott dismissed, as he ran into the field.

"Wait, no! Scott! You're not gonna believe what the animal was! It was a wolf." Stiles breathed out.

That had caused for Caspian's head to snap over to the Stilinski. "What did you just say?"

Both had ignored the coach's speech.  On the field, Scott he'd caught the ball, only to be knocked down into the field. By Jackson.

Scott got back up.

Captain watched in worry as Scott and Jackson had lined up with each other, both ready to scoop up the ball into their lacrosse stick net. The whistle blows, and not even a second later, Scott had scooped up the ball.

Scott dodged for players before he flipped over three that had been standing to defend the goal. Scott scored the shoot, everyone cheering when he had.

"McCall! Get over here!" Coach Finstock yelled. "What in God's name was that? This is a lacrosse field. What, are you trying out for the gymnastics team?"

Caspian leaned over Stiles's shoulders.
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Caspian was dragged to the Stilinski household by Stiles. The two were doing research,  On werewolves. Caspian had thought that Stiles was insane when he suggested it, called him insane right to the buzz-cut-hair boy's face.

Savannah was doing the research with them.

Caspian sat on the floor, twisting the right edge of his hoodie sleeves in his fingers as he flipped through the pages, underlining and highlighting things he believed to be important. Stiles sat at his desk, which has his computer on it, he searched and printed out images and had things organized.

Alexander was annoyed when Stiles called both him and Scott over to his house. Why was he annoyed? Because, once again, Stiles tore him away from his job. Luckily, Alec had an hour until he had to be there, as this time, his boss gave him a late shift.

Scott knocked on the door, by his side, was Azreal and Carrius.

The knock at the door make the three jump. Stiles got up from his seat, walking over to the door and opening it. Scott stood there, grinning.  an annoyed Azreal and a confused Carrius. Stiles sighed. "Get in. You gotta see this thing. We've been up all night reading - websites, books. All this information. Stiles waved a hand to signal for him to enter the room.
"Get in. You gotta see this thing. Caspian, Savannah and I've been up all night reading - websites, books. All this information," Stiles began to explain.

Scott sets his backpack on the floor by Stiles' bed, his eyes widening when he sees all the paper covering the floor and desk."How much Adderall have you had today?"

"None. But, I've had seven cups of coffee since eleven o'clock last night," Caspian replied, flipping through the papers to show what he believed to be the most important to Scott.

"A lot. Doesn't matter. Okay, just listen," Stiles demanded, waving a dismissing hand at Caspian. "He went out and brought caramel creamer."

"I'm gonna hit you over the head to make you go to sleep," Alec tells him.

Scott looked back and forth at the three, he had been about to question if it was even okay to be drinking that much coffee, but paused when he realized what the two were talking about. "Oh, is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?"

"No, they're still questioning people. Even Derek Hale." Stiles says.

"Oh, the guy in the woods that we saw the other day? That Alec went to school with?"

"They are questioning him?" Alec asked.

"Yeah! Yes. But that's not it, okay?"

Scott frowns in confusion. "What, then?"

"Remember the joke from the other day?" Stiles looks nervous about what he's going to say next, which only gets worse when Scott shakes his head, not knowing where Stiles is going with this. "Not a joke anymore. The wolf, the bite in the woods... I started doing all this reading."

"Great." Alec sarcastically muttered.

Stiles stands to his feet, already sidetracked from his original point. "Do you even know why a wolf howls?"

"Should I?" Scott asked.

Savannah sighed, at least glad at that Scott had them as his friends.

"Something about locating it's okay pack," Azreal says.

"It's a signal," Alec speaks aloud. "When a wolf's alone, it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack."

"It's a signal," Caspian informed. "When a wolf's alone, it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack."

"Nerds," Azreal muttered, only to get a slap to the back of his head by Carrius.

"You knew the answer to," Carrius told him.

"So if you heard a wolf howling, that means others could have been nearby. Maybe even a whole pack of 'em," Stiles tells Scott, nodding to confirm Alec's knowledge.

"A whole pack of wolves?" Scott questioned.

"No-- Werewolves."

Azreal raised an eyebrow, and Carrius looked at the two Stilinski siblings, and Caspian, worried.

Alec raised an eyebrow. "You need to go to sleep." He tells him.

Scott, thinking this is just an elaborate joke on Stiles' part, starts to get irritated as he stands to his feet. "Are you seriously wasting my time with this? You know I'm picking up Brazil in an hour." Scott picks up his backpack and gets ready to leave.

Stiles grabs him by the arm with one hand and presses his other against his chest so that he's forced to stay where he is while he tries to convince Scott that he's telling the truth. "I saw you on the field today, Scott, okay? What you did wasn't just amazing, all right? It was impossible."

"What happened at the field?" Alec asked.

Scott tries to shrug off Stiles' accusation and once again tries to leave. "Yeah, so I made a good shot."

"No, you made an incredible shot, when at the end of last year, you could barely get it anywhere near the goal," Caspian speaks

Stiles grabs Scott's backpack and tosses it onto his bed so dig around inside of it for something. "I mean, the way you moved, your speed, your reflexes? Y'know, people can't just suddenly do that overnight. And there's the vision, and the senses, and don't even think I don't notice that you don't need your inhaler anymore."

Carrius, Azreal and Savannah turned to Scott, waiting for his reply.

"Okay! Dude, I can't think about this now. We'll talk tomorrow," Scott interrupted.

"Okay. Both of you calm down. Scott all three of them are sleep deprived, clearly this is an effect of that. Stiles, give back Scott's backpack."

"Tomorrow?! What? No! The full moon's tonight. Don't you get it?" Stiles yelled over Alec.

"No! Are you insane? There's a full moon tonight!" Caspian says at the same time.

"What are you trying to do? I-I just made first line. I-I got a date with a boy who I can't believe wants to go out with me, and everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it?"

"We don't want to ruin your life, we want to help you," Caspian spoke again.

"I'm trying to help!" Stiles takes a deep breath before he continues in a softer tone of voice. "You're cursed, Scott. You know, and it's not just the moon will cause you to physically change. It also just so happens to be when your bloodlust will be at its peak."

"We're trying to help. You're cursed, Scott. You know, and it's not just the moon will cause you to physically change." Caspian tells him, he looks to Azreal and Carrius, who looked unsure.

"Bloodlust?" Scott questions.

"Yeah, your urge to kill."

Alec bent down, picking up in of the books that Stiles had scattered across the floor, his eyes landing in a picture.

"I'm already starting to feel an urge to kill, Stiles, Cas, Sav." Scott says, irritability.

"I hate that nickname!" Savannah says.

Caspian knew that Scott was being sarcastic, but now wasn't the time for that.

Alec, normally would have joked about that, but, found himself unable to say anything when looking at the photo.

"You gotta hear this." Stiles grabs the 'The History of Lycanthropy' book from Caspian's hands, flipping through the pages that Caspian had placed tiny sticky notes to keep track of the most important information. "'The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse.'" Stiles closed the book. "All right? I haven't seen anyone raise your pulse like Brazil does. You gotta cancel this date. I'm gonna call him right now," Stiles moved to grab Scott's phone.

Stiles stands to his feet and starts digging through Scott's backpack again. "I'm gonna call him right now."

"What are you doing?" Scott asked.

A set of yellow eyes turned blue, sharp claws sinking into soft skin. Flashed through Alec's mind, stunning him for a moment.

Stiles grabs Scott's phone from his bag and starts to pull up Brazil's number. "I'm canceling the date."

"No, give it to me!" Scott growled, grabbing Stiles and throwing him against the wall, pushing Caspian back when he saw the other move forward. Caspian tripped over one of the many books he had placed on the floor, falling onto the bed. When looking back at Caspian, and then back at Stiles, Scott shook his head.

Carrius and Azreal rushed up, while Azreal pulled Savannah back, Carrius pulled Scott a few steps back. Alec's head snaps up at the sound of the collision,  immediately pulling Scott back. Luckily, Scott hasn't punched Stiles. Scott glared at him, before Alec pulled Stiles and Caspian over towards him. Scott's breathing was heavy, he looked at his friends .

"I'm sorry. I - I gotta go get ready for that party. I'm sorry." Scott says lowly.

Scott picks up his phone and his backpack and heads for the door, giving Stiles one last apologetic look before he goes. "I'm sorry.

Alec walked over to the younger ones, checking him for any injuries. "You guys okay?"

Stiles turned to Caspian. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. You?"  Caspian asked as Stiles picked up the chair, turning it to show Caspian the long scratch marks on the back. "Fuck."

Still clearly upset, Stiles roughly picks up his desk chair and sets it to rights, freezing in horror when he sees that the leather cover on the chair has four long slits on the back that look like claw marks. "Alec." He lowly called, seeing the older one begin to walk towards the door.

Alec turned, freezing in his spot. "Fuck." 

There were scratch marks on the back of the chair.

They stared at the back of the chair. "Wait, so, we're," Carrius gestured to himself and Azreal. "are also werewolves."

"Awesome!"
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"Are you insane? You don't want to go because you don't want to be judged for being there?" Stiles yelled.

"It's weird! Being twenty and going to a sixteen-year-old's party! The only time it isn't, if it's a relative's party! Plus, I have work," Alec argued with the teenager.

"Scott, Azreal and Carrius are werewolves!"

"I have work. And I already was late to a shift because of you Sunday!"
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Isabella MCCall and gotten a call from Azreal, saying that it was extreme importance and that she needed to stay away from Scott. He told her not to go to the party.

"A," Isebella speaks. "What's wrong?"

"It's difficult to explain." Azreal answered and he, Carrius, Savannah, Caspian and Stiles get ready for the party. "Just, don't go. We need to explain something to you, before you can go."

"What-" Isabella started, and then was hung up in.
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Brazil had put on a button up and a pair of black pants. Scott was picking him up. "Are you sue you want to go alone?" Brazil asked.

"Do you think Azreal will be there?" Allison asked.

"Ah, so you don't plan to be alone." Brazil smiled.

"Shut up," Alison says, taking her phone out.

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Alec could barely focus on work, worried about his siblings and younger group of friends. Plus, the other students that were at the party, just, mainly his younger group.
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"Holy shit!" Azreal yells, jumping up. "I gotta go."

"Where are you going?" Caspian asked him.

"Uh... Allison had asked me to take her to the party. So, I gotta go, I'll text you if I see Scott at her house."

"Wait, Azreal!" Stiles yelled.

"Does no one listen to us?" Caspian threw his arms in the air.

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Brazil glanced back at his sister. "Are you sure he'll be here to pick you up?"

Allison nods, showing him the text. Brazil looks up when hearing a car pull in the driveway. He opens the door, seeing it was Scott. Scott smiled at him.

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Azreal pulls up to the Argent house hold, nervously tapping on the steering wheel. He had offered to Allison-during class-that he would take her to the party, if she was going. He didn't expect for her to accept the offer.

Allison walked out, smiling. Azreal had the thought that she looked beautiful. The girl walked down the stairs, opening the passenger door. "Hey," she smiled.

"You look beautiful," he says, closing his eyes for a moment as he had said it quickly.

Allison laughed. "Thanks. You look handsome."

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When walking into the party, Brazil walked in front of Scott, looking around to see if he spotted his sister. He looked back at Scott, who seemed to be lost in his head. "You okay?" He asked, concerned.

"What? Yeah, I'm fine," Scott replied.

"Are you sure? Hey, if a party isn't your style or something, we can go somewhere else." Brazil offered.

Scott shakes his head, smiling at him. "Yeah, I'm fine. Nervous." He says.

Brazil extends his hand, smiling. Scott took a hold of his hand.

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Carrius had thought that his two friends were idiots. They had risked harming others because of a date. Of course, he had also gone, but that was too keep the two in check.
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They had gone to the party, but stayed a distance from Scott. Caspian was trying to figure out how to approach the other, not wanting him to snap at him.

"Are you sure I'm allowed to be here?" Caspian asked.

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Sorry, I forgot you have a bedtime."

Carrius laughed.

Caspian made a puzzled face, mockery. "My parents wouldn't notice if I didn't show up for two weeks, only notice when there's the same amount of food in the fridge."

"What?"

Immediately, Carrius's head snapped to the side. "What?"
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Azreal was dancing with Allison, who had brought his face closer to hers, smiling.

"You have a beautiful smile," he says, making her smile even more as they continued to dance.
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"Are you sure we shouldn't at least go outside with him?" Caspian asked Stiles, worryingly looking away from the two people that he and Stiles were speaking to.

"Relax. We came here to keep an eye on him. We'll see if he leaves."

Caspian hummed. "Then where is he?"
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Scott was dancing with Brazil, smiling as they danced close to each other, before he caught sight of Lydia and Jackson, who were in the corner as Jackson placed kisses on her neck. Lydia was looking directly at them.

Scott looked back at Brazil, his hands gripping the other's jacket tightly for a moment before he winced, turning his head away.

"Hey, are you okay?" Brazil asked, scanning the other.

"I'll be back," Scott replied, walking away.

Brazil stared for a moment, concerned.
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Azreal winced as a loud pounding drummed in his ears, he turned his head, removing his hands from around Allison.

"You okay?" The girl asked, scanning him.

"I-I'm sorry. I think-I, uh, don't feel well. I've got to go."

Allison reached out to him, but he moved quickly.

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Isabella and Chloe sat in the living room, watching a random movie that Chloe had picked, despite the fact that the girl had fallen asleep within thirty minutes of the movie.

Isabella paused it, taking her to her room and playing her down in the bed.

Isabella doesn't know why she had locked the bedroom door, before also going to her room and picking it.
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Natasha muttered about her sister ditching her for her boyfriend, drinking her four cup.

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Scott stumbled through the crowd of people, multiple people asking if he was okay.

"Yo, Scott you good?" Stiles asked.

Caspian worryingly glanced at him as Scott continued to stumble through the house. Caspian and Stiles followed after him. "Okay, you find Savannah and I'll find Carrius and Azreal, don't find them, call them first, might answer their phone, and then Alec, okay?"

Stiles nodded, quickly ran but through the crowd.
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"Savannah!" Stiles yelled, pulling her sister back. "We need to go. Scott left and we're getting Carrius and Azreal."

"Oh shit, is it because-" Savannah is cut off as Stiles pulls her.

"We need to go!"
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"Hey! Hey Argents!" Caspian yelled. "So either of you know where Azreal and Carrius went?"

"Azreal just left," Allison says, frowning.

"Oh no."

"Oh No? Tell me, is your whole friend group like this?" Brazil asked.

Caspian lied on the spot. "I am so sorry. They'd don't tell you? Scott get's these asthma attacks and Azreal sometimes gets panic attacks whenever he's in a crowded place."

Both of the Argent siblings looks worried and as though they felt guilty.

"Listen, I've got to go and fine them. And if you see Carrius, don't get to close to him if he seems like he's...in a mood. You have a ride home?"

"Scott took the car," Brazil speaks.

"Scott took the car?" Capsian asked, surprised the other could drive in his state, seeing the look on the two's faces. "Oh okay, god, uh-"

"Azreal did too," Allison says.

"I'm going to send a friend to pick you guys up." Caspian says. "He may take a while." Then ran off, dialing Alec's number.

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Carrius stumbled through his house, running up the stairs as fast as he could, he slammed his door shut, picking it before easily pushing his dresser in front of the door.
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Caspian had jumped into the passenger seat, not bothering win putting on his seatbelt. It had taken Stiles a second to notice, when he had made a certain turn and Caspian had almost been thrown forward. "Put your seatbelt on!"

"Scott-"

"Would tell you to our your seatbelt on!"

Caspian put his seatbelt on. "You don't even have it on!"
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"Allison, Brazil," a voice called the two as they waited for Dakari to return. "I'm a friend of Scott and Azreal."

The two turned around, seeing someone unfamiliar to them. Derek Hale he took a step closer when they started to look around. "My name is Derek."

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Distantly, the three had noticed that Derek Hale picked up the Argent twins. But, as Alec knew him, they didn't both to check. Anyways, they had three friends to check in.

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Azreal yelled in pain, locking himself into his bathroom. He winced again, bringing his hands to cover his eyes. Pain erupted in his finger tips, making him look at them. He stared, wide-eyes as claws replaced his nails.

His eyes were yellow, and an odd pattern of fur started to cover sections of his face.

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Caspian and Stiles stumbled out of the car, running up to the house, Caspian throwing the door open. They rushed up the stairs. "Scott! Scott!"

Isabella's head snapped up, as she heard the door slam shut. She moved forward, unlocking her door. Stiles ran through the halls. "Stiles, Caspian, what's going on?"

"Get back in your room! We'll explain later!" Sties yelled back at her, slamming himself into Scott's door. It wouldn't open.

As they opened Scott's bedroom door,  it was immediately shut back on them. "Go away." Scott ordered the two.

"Scott, it's me and Caspian. Scott, it's Stiles and Caspian" Stiles called out, trying to push the door open, it opened a crack before it wouldn't open anymore.  Scott held the door closed. "Scott, let me in, I can help."

"What's happening?" Isabella asked.

"Scott, let-" Caspian started.

"No! Listen, you gotta find Brazil." Scott ordered.

"He's fine, all right? I saw him get a ride from the party. He's- he's totally fine, all right?" Stiles quickly explained.

"No, I think I know who it is."

"Okay, let us in and we can-" Caspian started.

"It's Derek. Derek Hale is the werewolf. He's the one that bit me. He's the one that killed the girl in the woods," Scott quickly let out.

"Scott - Derek's the one who drove Brazil and Allison from the party." Stiles admitted. The door slammed in him face. "Scott!"

"What's going on?" Isabella asked. "Luckily, Chloe was asleep," Isabella says.

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Carrius was definitely lost and confused. Someone was knocking on his door. "Car, open this door," Savannah's voice comes through.  "Carrius!"
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Caspian called Alec, who left work to go and check on Azreal. Quickly filling him on in the fact that Derek Hale had driven Allison and Brazil home. He ran throughout the house, practically body slamming into the bedroom door. "Azreal, open up."

Azreal looked to the door, grabbing his bed and sliding it across the room. It hit the door, enough though he had locked it, he didn't want to risk the older one coming in and getting hurt.  "A, I need you to go get on Allison."

"She's fine. Just let me in, are you okay?"

"Then go check on Stiles or anyone else!" He yelled back.

"Azreal," Dakari shouldered the door, failing to open it and only succeeding in injuring himself.

It had taken Azreal a while to realize that he had seen Derek Hale at the party, and the older one had something off about him. "Go back to the party and check on Allison."

"I don't care about her! Plus she got a ride from someone. Open this door before I break it down!"

"Just go check on  her!" He growled, voice sounding disoriented.

"Derek drove her home. Open the door!"

"What?" Azreal's head snapped up. "No! There's something off with that guy." And the the jumped through the window.

"What? No, Derek's-"
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Stiles had driven to the Argent house hold, quickly. Both he and Caspian hoped out of the car, running to the doorstep of the house. They repeatedly knocked on the door, hoping it would soon open. While Stiles was repeatedly knocking on the door, Caspian was ringing the doorbell. "Come on."
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When the door opened, Stiles was quick to explain. "Hi, Mrs. Argent. Um - You have no idea who I am. I'm a friend of both your son and daughter. Uh - Look, this is gonna sound kind of crazy, um - Really crazy, actually. You know what? Crazy doesn't even describe -"

Mrs. Argent turned around. "Allison! Brazil
It's for you." She called out.

Allison and Brazil walked out from top of the stairs.
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Alexander had made a quick call to Stiles, saying how Azreal ran off and he was going to go check on Carrius.

"Savanah!" He yelled into the phone. "Is Carrius still there?"

"Yes. He locked himself in. Why?" She questioned her brother.

"Okay. Good. Listen run outside and into the jeep. We need to find the Argents."

"What why?"

Alec couldn't tell her how Scott believed that Derek was the one who bit the three, as he made the same mistake with Azreal and lost him. "Just do it!"

Savannah ran outside, hoping into the car.
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Alec and Savannah had, obviously, discovered that Stiles and Caspian had already dropped by the Argent house, when Caspian called them.
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Azreal was able to track down Allison's scent. He was unaware of Scott doing the same, but with Brazil's scent until the two where side-by-side, looking up at two jackets. One was Allison's and the other was Brazil's.

They heard someone else, making them turn around.

"Where are they?" They both asked at the same time.

"They are safe. From you two." Derek says. They tried to track his voice when they were both suddenly pulled up, tumbling to the ground.

"What did you do with him?"
"What did you do with her?"
Scott and Azreal asked at the same time.

Derek hushed them. "Quiet. Too late. They're already here. Run."

And they did, only to be blinded by a bright flare. Scott screamed.

"S-" Azreal was cut off, quickly moving to his friend when an arrow went through his leg, making him fall and hit the dirt. In an odd, red visions he made out three figures. All male, one hold a crossbow while the other two held guns.

"Take them," the man with the crossbow ordered the other two.

The other two were forced back. Derek quickly removed the arrow from the two and then ran.

They both panted.

"Who were they?" Scott asked.

"Hunters." Derek replied. "The kind that have been hunting us for centuries."

"Us?" Scott asked, anger and disbelief. "You mean you! You did this to us and another one of our friends!"

"Is it really so bad, Scott, Azreal?" Derek questioned. "That you could see better, hear more clearly, move gaged than any human could ever hope? You've been given something that most people would kill for. The bit is a gift."

"We don't want it." Scott tells him.
"Are you insane?" Azreal yells, then immediately brings down his voice.

"You will." Derek says. "And you're two and your friend are gonna need me of you want to learn how to control it. So," he placed hand on each of their shoulder. "All of us, we're brothers now."
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They had driven all night in order to find Scott, managing to find him walking on the side of the woods.  They had been able to find him, Stiles slowing his driving as he stopped next to Scott. Caspian quickly climbed into the backseat.

Alec had taken his own car, and Caspian immediately started to text the other that they had found the others.

Scott turned around, clutching his arm, shirtless. Stiles stoped in front of Scott and Azreal. Savanah moved to sit on top of Isabella. And Caspian had been forced to move as well, squeezing himself between the door and Azreal.

"Why didn't I go with Alec when he offered?" Caspian muttered.

"He probably hates me now."  Scott sighed.

"Ugh. I doubt that. But you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology. Or, you know, you could just - Tell him the truth and - Revel in the awesomeness of the fact that you're a frickin' werewolf." Stiles says, causing Scott to give him a look. "Hey, we'll get through this. Come on, if I have to, We'll" he gestured to the Stilinski Siblings and Isabella. "chain you up ourselves on full moon nights and feed you live mice. I had a boa once. I could do it."

Caspian shook his head. "You are absolutely Disgusting."

"I am?" Stiles asked, disbelief.

"Didn't Alec take care of the snake for you?" Isabella asked.

"Yes, because he even named it," Savanah spoke.

"Yeah, I remember. Called it ssslytherin," Isabella smiled.

"He would banned you from ever speaking in his car or in general," Caspian says. "If he heard that."

"Oh, and Scott, you had an asthma attack, that's why you left. And Azreal, you had a panic attack."

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Alec had gone to the school, finding Coach Finstock to ask if he could be assistant coach.
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"Brazil!" Scott called out.

"Scott," Brazil speaks.

"I'm really sorry. For leaving like that." He rushed out. "But, your gonna have to trust that I had a really good reason."

"Did you get sick?" He asked, concerned as he remembered what Dakari says. "You had an asthma attack?"

"Definitely had an attack of something. Can you just find it in your heart to trust me in this one?" Scott asked.

"Scott, if you had an asthma attack, or Azreal had a panic attack, I get it. I just would have liked if you texted me after to let me know that you and your friends were okay. Hell, Stiles and Caspian came to my house to check up on my sister and I." Brazil says.
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"So, what happened you left me stranded at the party." Allison tells Azreal.

"Yeah, I know. And I'm sorry. I am...it's just that..." Azreal nervously scratched on the back of his head.

"What happened? Did you get sick?" Allison asked.

"Well, I did get a type of attack." He joked.

"Am I gonna get an explanation? Caspian said you may have had a panic attack." Allison says.

Azreal clicks his tongue. "Yeah. I just...I don't really like to talk about it, you know?" Not completely lying. He walked out the door with her. "Can you maybe just trust me on this one?"

"Am I gonna regret this?" Allison asked.

"Oh, definitely."

She laughed.

"Can I take that as a yes to my second chance?"

"Definitely yes."

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Brazil and Scott were outside now, about to pass Azreal and Allison. "So, is that a yes to a second chance?" Scott asked.

Brazil smiled. "Yes. It is."

A horn honked. "That's our dad," Allison says. "We better go."

"Hey, are you okay?" Brazil asked Azreal.

"Yeah, yeah..." Azreal nods. But stops as he sees who Allison and Brazil's father is. "Shit." he whispered

Brazil and Allison hop in the car, waving at Scott and Azreal. "We're screwed," Azreal says. "I think I saw Alec here. Should we tell him first? You know how he gets."
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