❛ Daughters of darkness, sisters insane. A little evil goes a long, long way. ❜

SEASON 1, EPISODE 1
wolf moon

THREE SISTERS STOOD in the middle of the woods. They stood three feet from each other and created a triangle from where they stood. Between them, a small pyre made from twigs sat. Their arms reached out in front of them, bent at the elbow, and their palms held up towards the heavens.

⠀⠀⠀"Ignis," the oldest, Laurel, began. Her almost black eyes glowed a bright purple when the words left her lips. Next, she moved her right hand, producing and small flame into her palm before launching it into the pyre where it levitated above.

⠀⠀⠀"Et caelus," the second oldest, Bridgette, continued. Her light brown eyes glowed pink and followed Laurel's movements to produce a small ball of air in her hand. She threw the ball towards the fire, and it wrapped around in a thin tube so as not to suffocate the flame.

⠀⠀⠀"Aqua," the youngest, Willow, followed. Her brown eyes glowed blue as she did the same, throwing a ball of water towards the two others. The water did the same as the air and wrapped around the ball of fire.

⠀⠀⠀"Et terra," Laurel completed, throwing earth into it, securing the four elements as one.

⠀⠀⠀The ball continued to hover over the pyre as the sisters stared into it. They could feel its heat on their skin and reflected their intentions. Then, they continued with their ritual.

⠀⠀⠀"Conflamus, tricae portamus, stabulamus, et medicamus," they said together. Their voices melded into one and echoed off the trees around them. "Ignis et caelus. Aqua et terra. Animus et corpus servamus sicut denuo incipimus."

⠀⠀⠀The sisters sank to the ground as the sphere did so into the pyre. The flames attached to the twigs, burning a bright blue before they faded into a light orange.

⠀⠀⠀The sisters sat with the flames. They crossed their legs and rested their hands, palms up, onto their knees. They mediated until the fire died, consuming the water, air, and earth.

⠀⠀⠀They moved to the pyre when the flame died. The pyre before the sisters was now made of ash for their desires of the coming school year. Their hands dipped into the ash, pulling a handful of it into the palms of their hands.

⠀⠀⠀Laurel turned to Bridgette, dipping her thumb into the ash. She ran it down Bridgette's forehead and halfway down her nose. Bridgette then turned to Willow, doing the same. Then Willow to Laurel.

⠀⠀⠀The sisters, now anointed with ash, laid back in the dirt. They soaked the moon's light into their skin, allowing the ritual to work through their bodies.

⠀⠀⠀They had been lying in the dirt for nearly half an hour when the crunch of footsteps put them on edge. Then, a person's voice coiled around Willow, stroking a chill down her spine.

⠀⠀⠀"Gallagher?"

⠀⠀⠀Willow's eyes snapped opened and her face contorted into disgust. Above her was Stiles Stilinski, his feet at her head and his head cocked to the side in confusion. One of his thick eyebrows raised, waiting for her to answer his unasked question.

⠀⠀⠀"Stilinski," Willow greeted in response.

⠀⠀⠀Stiles' lip curled into amusement as he stared down at her. Willow started to grow annoyed from looking at him. So, she pulled herself up to her feet with her sisters not far behind her.

⠀⠀⠀Stiles wasn't alone either. Scott McCall, his best friend, stood a couple of steps behind him. He looked nervously between the sisters. Willow assumed that finding them in the middle of the woods, at night with ash smeared onto their faces like they were sunbathing at the beach probably wasn't what Scott had expected.

⠀⠀⠀However, the Gallagher's had always been a little unexpected to Beacon Hills.

⠀⠀⠀"What are you doing here?" Laurel broke the silence first, her voice dry as she spoke to them.

⠀⠀⠀Laurel was never one for small talk, or talk for that matter. Her closest friends were her sisters. Her only friends were her sisters. She could convey what she needed and hold a conversation, but if it went past, she wasn't for it.

⠀⠀⠀"What are we — ?" Stiles repeated, taken aback by Laurel's accusing question. It had come off like Stiles and Scott had jumped their fence and were now standing in their backyard. Stiles pressed his hand against his chest, stunned, turning to Scott with wide eyes then back to them. "What are you doing? Being all weird and-and... witchy!"

⠀⠀⠀"Well," Bridgette smiled, raising a finger. "You're not wrong."

⠀⠀⠀And he wasn't.

⠀⠀⠀Beacon Hills had never been a stranger to the strange and unusual. But, unfortunately, the supernatural tended to keep a low profile while the Gallaghers claimed to be what they were.

⠀⠀⠀Witches.

⠀⠀⠀However, they kept to practical magic of crystals, pendulums, potions of smaller magical quantities to the public. Whereas they did possess the magic of something, you'd see in a Harry Potter film.

⠀⠀⠀Willow raised her eyebrows at Stiles, who stared at Bridgette, deadpanned.

⠀⠀⠀He never believed in it.

⠀⠀⠀"It's not safe out here," Scott told the three. He seemed more worried for the girls than anything else as he looked between them.

⠀⠀⠀"We can handle ourselves," Willow assured him. She pressed her lips into a half-hearted smile as she looked at him.

⠀⠀⠀"I'm sure," Stiles agreed, nodding his head dramatically. "I'm sure you can. Just, y'know, be careful out here. Especially tonight."

⠀⠀⠀Stiles stepped between the sisters with a knowing expression passing over his face. He raised his eyebrows, catching Willow's gaze, and licked his lips as he waited for her or her sisters to ask him what he meant.

⠀⠀⠀Willow rolled her eyes as she watched Stiles walk past them. He walked between them as he shoved his hands into his pockets. He tried to act like he was looking at the trees ahead of him.

⠀⠀⠀"Ask him," Laurel mouthed to Willow when she turned to look at her.

⠀⠀⠀Willow flared her nostrils, clenching her jaw. She didn't want to ask Stiles. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing something she didn't.

⠀⠀⠀Laurel threw her hands out in front of her and towards Stiles, insisting that she ask.

⠀⠀⠀"What are you talking about?" Willow finally asked from between clenched teeth. Her voice deepened and stayed at a steady rate, so she didn't start screaming.

⠀⠀⠀Stiles whipped around so quickly Willow thought he might suffer whiplash from it. However, the stupid, smug grin crossing his face assured her that his head was still screwed on tight. His smile made Willow's stomach feel like a pit, and she pressed her nails into the palms of her hands.

⠀⠀⠀"Oh, well," Stiles began. He tried to suppress the smile as he responded, but he only looked idiotic in Willow's eyes. "I heard on my dad's radio, police radio, that there's a body in these woods."

⠀⠀⠀Laurel rose an eyebrow, unimpressed.

⠀⠀⠀"And that's amusing to you?" she asked.

⠀⠀⠀"Well, yeah," Stiles shrugged, looking over at her.

⠀⠀⠀"That was a person," Bridgette tacked on, a frown filling her sweet expression. "A living person."

⠀⠀⠀"A dead person," Stiles corrected her.

⠀⠀⠀Willow scoffed.

⠀⠀⠀"What's wrong, Gallagher?" Stiles turned to her like he had radar tuned to her. "Can't handle a body?"

⠀⠀⠀Willow's stomach filled with flames at the tone of voice that taunting little sound he loved to use.

⠀⠀⠀"I can handle a body just fine, Stilinski," Willow hissed. She crossed her arms over her chest and reset her jaw as she glared at Stiles.

⠀⠀⠀"Wanna bet on it?" Stiles asked with a widening grin, his eyes narrowing. "You get freaked out, and you finally tell me why you dumped me."

⠀⠀⠀"You're still on that?" Willow asked him, rolling her eyes.

⠀⠀⠀"I deserve to know," Stiles retorted.

⠀⠀⠀"Uh, Stiles, maybe this isn't—" Scott tried to interrupt them, but Willow cut him off, holding her hand out to Stiles.

⠀⠀⠀"I'll take that action," Willow nodded, and just as he was about to shake on their terms, she pulled back with a sick smile. "When you scream and cry at the sight of a dead body, I get your car."

⠀⠀⠀"My car?"

⠀⠀⠀"Your car."

⠀⠀⠀There was a long silence of Stiles debating in his head if he should take it or not. Willow knew Stiles would take her bet, though, because he thought Willow would get freaked out over a dead body. But, in reality, Willow knew he'd be the one to scream the second he caught wind of the smell.

⠀⠀⠀"Fine," Stiles relented, and she took his hand to shake.

⠀⠀⠀"For the love of mother nature," Laurel muttered. She pressed her manicured fingers into her forehead.

⠀⠀⠀"You girls are welcome to come, too," Stiles told them in a reassuring tone of voice. "If you're not chicken!"

⠀⠀⠀"We're not," Laurel assured him with a thin smile, raising her hand toward him. "We also don't have something to prove like she does."

⠀⠀⠀Willow relaxed her face into a mild annoyance at her sister's comment. She wanted to protest that she had nothing to prove, but even Willow knew that Laurel was right. There was a lot of angst and tension still between her and Stiles. To win even one stupid bet would make her feel better. At least somewhat. At least she hoped it would.

⠀⠀⠀Bridgette and Laurel traded places with Stiles and stood in front of Willow.

⠀⠀⠀"Are you sure you should be doing this?" Laurel asked her younger sister, glancing behind her at Stiles, who was staring back at them. She looked back at Willow and frowned. "I just think that because of how things ended—"

⠀⠀⠀"I'm fine," Willow assured her, cutting her off. She didn't want to hear another rant on the effects of heartbreak from her sister. "I can handle myself."

⠀⠀⠀Laurel rolled her eyes, "Fine, you two have fun with your pissing contest."

⠀⠀⠀"We'll see you at home," Bridgette smiled, pulling her into a hug.

⠀⠀⠀Bridgette waved goodbye to the boys. Laurel then led her into the woods, their arms entwined in each other.

⠀⠀⠀"You don't have a flashlight!" Scott exclaimed.

⠀⠀⠀"We'll be fine," Bridgette assured him. She turned back with a sweet smile and then disappeared into the trees.

⠀⠀⠀"Well," Stiles exclaimed, clapping his hands together. "I guess it's just us, the woods, and half a body," he claimed. He craned his head towards Willow, waiting for her response to the added detail.

⠀⠀⠀"Half?"

⠀⠀⠀"Oh, did I forget to mention?" Stiles asked, feigning innocence. "The body was cut in half. They've only found one half."

⠀⠀⠀Willow laughed, "You're definitely gonna cry."

⠀⠀⠀"Me? Cry?" Stiles asked. "I'd never, but if you're projecting your own thoughts onto me and are actually scared, you can always hold my hand. Or even have a shoulder to cry on."

⠀⠀⠀Willow scowled at him. Stiles held his hand out toward her, flexing his fingers to show his hand was open and waiting for hers. She slapped it away and moved between him and Scott to begin their search for the body.

⠀⠀⠀There was a moment of silence as the boys began to trail behind her.

⠀⠀⠀Then Scott asked, "Just out of curiosity, which part of the body are we looking for?"

⠀⠀⠀Willow turned back to see Stiles scanning through his head of what he had heard that day. His eyebrows darted together, coming up with nothing.

⠀⠀⠀"Huh," he muttered. "I didn't think about that."

⠀⠀⠀Willow turned back to look ahead of herself, rolling her eyes.

⠀⠀⠀"And, er, what if the one who killed the body is still out here?"

⠀⠀⠀"Also, something I didn't think about!"

⠀⠀⠀Willow let out a long sigh. Stiles never thought anything through, and if he did, his attention span wasn't long enough to hold it. She should have known that Stiles had nothing except impulsivity to back him up.

⠀⠀⠀"It's comforting to know that you planned this with your usual attention to detail," Scott sighed.

⠀⠀⠀"I know!"

⠀⠀⠀Stiles rushed ahead of Willow and toward a small hill she had intended to walk around. Scott and Willow followed him reluctantly.

⠀⠀⠀Scott started to breathe heavily from the exertion. He leaned against a thin tree to try and regain his breathing.

⠀⠀⠀"Maybe the asthmatic should be the one who holds the flashlight, huh?" Scott asked.

⠀⠀⠀Willow frowned, walking over to Scott and setting her hand on his shoulder.

⠀⠀⠀"Are you okay?" she asked him.

⠀⠀⠀Scott nodded, "Fine, I'll be fine."

⠀⠀⠀Willow nodded and walked with him over to Stiles, who laid flat on his stomach as he peered over the hump of the hill. Willow didn't take the hint. She stayed standing and watched the flashlights whip around. Until both of her hands were grabbed, and she was pulled to the ground.

⠀⠀⠀Willow noticed Stiles' grin before he stood to his feet and sprinted back into the woods. Willow stood seconds after Stiles, Scott behind her, and they ran after him.

⠀⠀⠀Scott took in short gulps of air, and Willow turned in worry to look at him struggling to breathe. He nearly tripped over every branch, leaf, solid piece of air in his way.

⠀⠀⠀"Aura dare sicut nilium pulmonis habet," Willow whispered under her breath. She directed her hand toward Scott, and a stream of air entered his mouth.

⠀⠀⠀Scott took in a deep breath looking a little stunned that he had managed it. Willow helped Scott up, a few feet behind Stiles, running through the woods rather than helping his friend and his ex. They were rushing after him when suddenly a light shone in Stiles' face, shocking him, and he fell back.

⠀⠀⠀Willow skidded to a stop, shoving Scott against a tree in an attempt to hide them. They could barely hear Stiles and the officers talking. His dad approached to handle the situation, and the rain began to drizzle.

⠀⠀⠀The Sheriff's flashlight turned to look into the woods, assuming Scott was out with Stiles. When he came across nothing, he turned back to his son and continued the lecture of being out in the woods at night.

⠀⠀⠀Scott shifted his weight, his foot stepping on a branch and snapping it under his weight.

⠀⠀⠀Willow looked up from where she had been, staring anxiously at his chest. She frowned in annoyance as he sheepishly smiled back at her. They tried to keep silent, hoping that the Sheriff hadn't heard them, but the flashlight swung back to them.

⠀⠀⠀"Scott!" the Sheriff yelled into the woods. "I know you're there!"

⠀⠀⠀"You owe me," Willow whispered to Scott, taking a step back.

⠀⠀⠀Willow ruffled her hair, pressed her hand against her lips to smudge the lipstick she was wearing. She smirked when she noticed Scott staring at her with raised eyebrows.

⠀⠀⠀"Scott!" the Sheriff yelled again.

⠀⠀⠀"Doesn't mean I can't get some payback," she whispered to Scott, but he stopped her.

⠀⠀⠀"You have," he muttered, pointing to her forehead.

⠀⠀⠀Willow nodded, wiping the ash away. She smiled at Scott, patting him on the chest before she finally moved from around the tree. Willow hunched her back a little and held the hoodie she was wearing closer to her chest. The flashlight turned to her, and she heard the Sheriff groan.

⠀⠀⠀"Oh, God," he muttered, turning to Stiles with an accusing glare. "Stiles," he hissed.

⠀⠀⠀"It's not what it looks like—!"

⠀⠀⠀"You know what, I don't want to hear it," his dad told him quickly, holding his hand out toward Stiles to ask him to stop. "Willow, are you alright?"

⠀⠀⠀"Yes, I'm fine," she assured him, smiling at the edges of her lips.

⠀⠀⠀Mr. Stilinski had always been kind to her. He reminded her of her own father at times.

⠀⠀⠀"Just a little spooked," Willow continued to explain. "I'm sorry we interrupted your investigations. I didn't even know something had happened."

⠀⠀⠀Willow could feel Stiles' glare pinned to the side of her head. Her intentions to make it look like they were out there doing nothing good had worked. Throwing him under the bus for not telling her there was a murder investigation going on was the icing on the cake.

⠀⠀⠀When Stiles' dad glanced away for a moment, Willow turned to look at Stiles and smirked.

⠀⠀⠀"I'm gonna walk you two back to your car. You're going to drive Willow home. Then you and I are gonna have a couple of conversations when I get home."

⠀⠀⠀"Dad!"

⠀⠀⠀"Enough," Mr. Stilinski snapped. "Let's go."

⠀⠀⠀Willow and Stiles trailed after his dad, Stiles sulking the whole way while Willow held back the smile wanting to come to the surface.

⠀⠀⠀It didn't take long for them to make it to the blue Jeep parked along the side of the road by the woods. The Sheriff opened the door for Willow to get in, and she thanked him under her breath before stepping in. Mr. Stilinski nodded in response before he closed the door and rounded the car to stand in front of Stiles.

⠀⠀⠀The two talked over each other for a minute. Mr. Stilinski got annoyed, pointed to the car, and left them.

⠀⠀⠀Stiles slid in, his hands on the wheel as he stared straight ahead. He had yet to put the key in the ignition. Willow worried his mind had burned off every last brain cell in the past five minutes.

⠀⠀⠀"I can walk, if you'd rather," Willow finally said, feeling like she was choking on stale air.

⠀⠀⠀"No," Stiles told her, his voice surprisingly steady. "No, it's fine. It's fine. It's... fine."

⠀⠀⠀"Doesn't sound fine."

⠀⠀⠀Stiles grit his teeth, his lip pulling at the edges, and his teeth barred in annoyance.

⠀⠀⠀"Yeah, well, when my dad thinks I'm adventuring through the woods with Scott but instead gets my ex-girlfriend looking like she just got the make-out of the lifetime instead, it's a little embarrassing!" he explained, his voice moving from steady to yelling within a second flat. "God, I'm gonna get the fucking sex talk when I get home, thanks to you."

⠀⠀⠀Willow shrugged, "Maybe you need to have the sex talk."

⠀⠀⠀"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Stiles asked her, turning to look at her with his mouth open. "You think I need to have a sex talk... with my dad!"

⠀⠀⠀"Have you had sex yet?"

⠀⠀⠀Stiles scoffed, "The last person I dated was you. I think you know the answer to that."

⠀⠀⠀Willow raised her brows and said, "You need the sex talk."

⠀⠀⠀"We didn't even have sex!"

⠀⠀⠀"I know that!"

⠀⠀⠀"Maybe you need the sex talk!"

⠀⠀⠀"Not from your dad!"

⠀⠀⠀"Oh, my God!" Stiles screamed in frustration. "Why are we even talking about this?" he asked, his face turning bright red as he turned back to the road.

⠀⠀⠀Willow composed herself and responded, "I don't know. You brought it up."

⠀⠀⠀Stiles turned to glare at her for half a second before putting his key into the ignition and pulling off the road. They didn't continue talking, about sex or anything other than that, on the drive to her house. Stiles was too annoyed with her, and Willow was constantly annoyed enough to never talk to him again.

⠀⠀⠀When they pulled up to the side of her house, Willow opened the visor on Stiles' Jeep to look in the mirror. She removed her lipstick and flattened her hair.

⠀⠀⠀"What?" Stiles scoffed, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. "Don't want your parents to know that we 'made out' and give you the sex talk?"

⠀⠀⠀"You're free to walk me to the door and tell them yourself," Willow stated.

⠀⠀⠀Stiles didn't respond. So, she opened the door and hopped out. She hadn't even shut the door to her side when Stiles scrambled out, slamming his door shut and rounding the Jeep.

⠀⠀⠀"Maybe I will!" Stiles exclaimed, walking to her side.

⠀⠀⠀Willow rolled her eyes and led him up the driveway. Stiles looked up at the house. The gray paint with black trim made the place look ominous. As did the collection of strange trinkets littering the yard.

⠀⠀⠀"Your house is kind of creepy, y'know?" Stiles commented.

⠀⠀⠀"You tell me that every time," Willow stated, rolling her eyes.

⠀⠀⠀The light outside of the house flicked on, and the door squeaked open to reveal Willow's father. He stepped outside, standing on the porch of the house with a glare. It was one that he never realized he was doing until one of his daughters pointed it out.

⠀⠀⠀Willow glanced back at Stiles, noticing how pale he had turned. He had forgotten how intimidating Willow's dad was.

⠀⠀⠀Victor Gallagher was huge. He took up the height and width of the door frame in muscle alone. The scowl he held resembled Laurel's almost to a T despite the fact that he and his wife had adopted all their children.

⠀⠀⠀Stiles stared.

⠀⠀⠀Just one hand, he believed, could crush his entire skull. Willow looked so tiny in his arms, being more than half a foot shorter than him and three times skinner. She pressed her tan face into his chest, her black hair falling into her face, and for a second, she looked like an angel.

⠀⠀⠀Then, her eyes opened. They turned devilish as she looked at Stiles, taunting him to say something, anything to her dad.

⠀⠀⠀Determined, Stiles continued his journey to the front door. He was going to tell him! He was just going to blurt out the fact that he and his daughter were out in the woods... together... making out...

⠀⠀⠀"We were just looking for the dead body in the woods!" Stiles blurted out instead.

⠀⠀⠀Vic raised an eyebrow at his admittance.

⠀⠀⠀"Is that so?" he asked, looking down at Willow.

⠀⠀⠀"Sort of," Willow said, stepping away so she could look him in the eyes. "Bridgette, Laurel, and I were performing a ritual when they passed us and said they were looking for a body."

⠀⠀⠀"And you went with him?"

⠀⠀⠀"Yeah."

⠀⠀⠀"You and..." Vic looked at Stiles, then back to Willow. "Him?"

⠀⠀⠀"And Scott McCall," Willow added. "We had a bet going on who would scream when they saw the body."

⠀⠀⠀"Oh," Vic laughed slightly. "A bet. I get it now. Well, despite looking for a body, which we will have a discussion about, thanks for getting her home safely, son."

⠀⠀⠀"Uh, y-yeah, of course. Um," Stiles said, unsure how to respond and only able to stumble over his words. He looked at Willow and instead said, "See you tomorrow."

⠀⠀⠀Willow smirked, "See ya."

LAUREL DROVE WILLOW and Bridgette to school the next day. Willow felt exhausted after the night she had running around the woods. Her sisters, on the other hand, were glowing. Their skin was bright, and their auras perfectly aligned for the day ahead of them.

⠀⠀⠀Laurel looked the coolest of the three of them. She wore oversized, black sunglasses resting high on her nose and bright purple pants with a black shirt tucked into them. She stepped out of the car, locking eyes with Jackson Whittemore, who smirked in her direction.

⠀⠀⠀Bridgette stepped out of the car after her, looking the cutest. She wore a pleated white skirt that just barely hit the school dress code. Along with a frilly pink shirt with a pattern of daisies.

⠀⠀⠀Then, there was Willow.

⠀⠀⠀An oversized blue sweatshirt with a white t-shirt underneath, black pants, and white sneakers.

⠀⠀⠀The only thing that made her outfit interesting was the copious amounts of jewelry she wore. On her hands, neck, ears as her sisters did. Each holding a different protection spell, charm, etc.

⠀⠀⠀All eyes were on them. But, after years of stares, whispers, and rumors, the sisters weren't bothered by the attention.

⠀⠀⠀Willow looked around the campus in an attempt to find Scott McCall. After the adrenaline wore off the night before, Willow realized they had left him in the woods. She had been worrying all night that he had gotten hurt, or eaten, or even murdered.

⠀⠀⠀"Oh, thank God," Willow let out in one breath as she caught sight of Scott standing with Stiles. "Scott!"

⠀⠀⠀The two boys turned to her as she jogged over. Her sisters followed behind, and the five formed a small circle in the grass.

⠀⠀⠀"Hey, are you—?" Willow began to ask. Her eyes trailed to Scott's shirt he had raised for Stiles and noticed the bandage taped to his side. "Fuck, what happened?"

⠀⠀⠀"Hey, Willow," Scott greeted, putting his shirt down with a small smile. He didn't look as concerned about the injury as she did. "Um, well, it was too dark to see much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf."

⠀⠀⠀"A wolf bit you?" Stiles asked, a small laugh escaping his lips.

⠀⠀⠀Stiles turned toward the school, beginning to lead them inside. Before the sisters followed, they each glanced at each other in reaction to Scott's claim.

⠀⠀⠀"No, not a chance," Stiles claimed, shaking his head.

⠀⠀⠀"I heard a wolf howling," Scott protested.

⠀⠀⠀Stiles thinned his mouth, shrugging his shoulders.

⠀⠀⠀"No, you didn't."

⠀⠀⠀"What do you mean 'no, I didn't'?" Scot asked, growing annoyed.

⠀⠀⠀Willow could understand. Stiles had always been smart but never acted the part until he wanted to get the one up on someone. She had been the butt of that annoying trait for two years, and it still irritated her.

⠀⠀⠀"How do you know what I heard?" Scott continued.

⠀⠀⠀"Because California doesn't have wolves, okay?" Stiles pressed, stopping in the middle of the walkway, and the others followed suit. The students walking past them funneled around them and into the school. "Not in like sixty years."

⠀⠀⠀"Really?" Scott asked, turning red in embarrassment.

⠀⠀⠀"Yes, really. There are no wolves in California," Stiles assured him.

⠀⠀⠀"Alright, 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," Scott told them. A slight smile peeked at the corners of his lips as he looked between Willow and Stiles.

⠀⠀⠀"You found it?" she asked, stunned.

⠀⠀⠀"You—Are you kidding me?"

⠀⠀⠀"I wish I was kidding," Scott chuckled. "I'm gonna have nightmares for a month."

⠀⠀⠀"Oh, God, this is fuckin' awesome!" Stiles exclaimed, pumping his fists. "I mean, this is seriously gonna be the best thing that's happened to this town since—Since the birth of Lydia Martin."

⠀⠀⠀Willow followed Stiles' line of sight to see Lydia walking their way. She could feel her insides begin to boil just at the presence of the perfect girl. Her skin was fair, eyes bright and big, and hair in perfect strawberry blonde curls as they framed her face.

⠀⠀⠀In front of her, Stiles looked like he was about to pass out just from being in the same vicinity as Lydia Martin. His eyes had sunken into gooey daydreams, and he smiled ear to ear. He watched her walk by without even a glance in his direction.

⠀⠀⠀"Hey, Lydia," Stiles called out to her. "You look—Like you're gonna ignore me."

⠀⠀⠀As Lydia passed, she bumped into Laurel, pushing her into Scott, and she grabbed his arm to steady herself.

⠀⠀⠀Willow didn't know how long she was simmering where she stood until Laurel called out to her. She turned to look at Laurel as she scowled at the two, but there was something else. She looked slightly on edge, like something had happened.

⠀⠀⠀"We need to go," Bridgette told her.

⠀⠀⠀Willow nodded, turning to wave bye to Scott before rushing inside of the school. She and her sisters ran to the bathroom down the cosmetology hall.

⠀⠀⠀"We have a problem," Laurel said as the door closed.

⠀⠀⠀Bridgette walked through the bathroom. She pushed the stall doors to ensure no one else was inside before she turned to Willow and nodded. Willow nodded back, standing in front of the door, and traced the edges of the door.

⠀⠀⠀"Caelus, nostra orsum apsconditus tenemus."

⠀⠀⠀It took about a minute for the energy to follow the trail of her fingers, soundproofing the room. She turned back to her sisters once she finished.

⠀⠀⠀"I saw."

⠀⠀⠀"You saw?" Willow asked Laurel, stepping closer to her sisters.

⠀⠀⠀Laurel sat back against one of the sinks and sighed heavily.

⠀⠀⠀"Yes, when Lydia ran into me," Laurel explained calmly, opening her palm face up as she reminisced. "Scott, he's turning into a werewolf."

⠀⠀⠀"A werewolf?" Bridgette asked, growing nervous at the comment. "I thought they were all gone. Mom said—"

⠀⠀⠀"Come here," Laurel sighed.

⠀⠀⠀The sisters walked over to Laurel as she stood up straight. Then, they each took one of their hands and placed it palm down into Laurel's.

⠀⠀⠀"Ostendemus quid mea menis oculus videmus."

⠀⠀⠀Images streamed into Willow's head from Laurel. She closed her eyes out of instinct and watched the stream behind her eyelids. Flashes of Scott at school. During the full moon. At his house, changing, turning into something they never thought they'd see.

⠀⠀⠀A werewolf.

⠀⠀⠀"What do we do?" Bridgette asked.

⠀⠀⠀"Keep an eye on him for now," Laurel told them. "We need to be sure before we tell mom."

WILLOW WAS THE one to have English first period with Stiles and Scott. Willow sat in front of Stiles.

⠀⠀⠀Her hands clenched into her palms, where she felt her nails dig into the skin as Stiles smiled at her. She hated being near him, interacting with him, but she held it in as if it didn't bother her. She didn't want him to have the satisfaction, especially since she had broken up with him.

⠀⠀⠀"As you all know," Mr. Curtis began the class. He stood at the chalkboard as he started to write the first book they'd been reading on the board.

⠀⠀⠀Metamorphosis.

⠀⠀⠀Willow wondered if it was a sick joke the teacher was making, but how would he know that Scott was changing. He wouldn't. So, she put it to the back of her head and spun her pen between her fingers.

⠀⠀⠀"There indeed was a body found in the woods last night, and I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened, but I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody."

⠀⠀⠀Mr. Curtis turned to the class with a thin, mocking smile at the teenagers. Willow grew annoyed with the man, wondering why he even wanted to be a teacher. It seemed he couldn't handle their emotional well-being, seeing as someone had been murdered in the woods.

⠀⠀⠀However, as she thought about it, none of her teachers ever seemed like they wanted to be teachers.

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

⠀⠀⠀The classroom went silent, which wasn't unusual for the first day. No one was comfortable in their classes yet since they either had no friends near them or didn't want to risk getting in trouble on the first day.

⠀⠀⠀Willow had started to read over the calendar of the assignments. It was long until she noticed Scott looking wildly around the room beside her. He turned in his seat a few times. Then, he looked past Willow and out of the window beside her.

⠀⠀⠀Willow slowly turned her head, putting her head in her hands, so it looked like she was focusing on her syllabus. She glanced out of the window to see what Scott was looking out at. A girl sitting on a bench outside the school, looking through her bag as she talked to someone on the phone. She readjusted herself in her seat and watched as Scott listened closely. His eyes trailed her from the bench all the way to the classroom door.

⠀⠀⠀Willow pulled her phone from her bag, resting it on top of her syllabus to hide it from Mr. Curtis' averted gaze. She watched Allison walk down their row and sit behind Scott. He turned almost immediately, holding a pen out to her with a small smile. She took it, smiling in confusion, and Scott turned back in his seat.

WILLOW
It's happening.

⠀⠀⠀"What's happening?" Stiles whispered in her ear, leaning over his desk and nearly setting his head on her shoulder.

⠀⠀⠀"Nothing," Willow whispered back to him.

⠀⠀⠀"It's not nothing," Stiles stated, furrowing his brows. "Are you guys doing something?"

⠀⠀⠀"What does it matter?" Willow hissed at him.

⠀⠀⠀"I just want—"

⠀⠀⠀"Mr. Stilinski!" Mr. Curtis exclaimed, the two snapping their heads to look at their teacher. "Is there something you and Miss. Gallagher would like to share with the class?"

⠀⠀⠀"No, nothing," Stiles assured him, sitting back in his seat. "It was just, Willow has her phone out, and I was trying to get her to put it away before she got in trouble."

⠀⠀⠀Willow turned to look at Stiles, glaring at him. Stiles tensed, widening his eyes and sucked air between his teeth as he rose his hands.

⠀⠀⠀"Oh, whoops, didn't mean to say that."

⠀⠀⠀Mr. Curtis walked down the row with a small wicker basket and a frown on his face.

⠀⠀⠀"There is zero tolerance to phone use in this classroom," Mr. Curtis said, his voice booming so the rest of the class could hear him. He held the basket out to her. "Your parents can get your phone back at the office anytime after today," he told her.

AUTHOR'S NOTE —

Hi, I've been working on this for nearly a month now and I'm so excited to start posting. I told myself I was going to post when I finished watching Teen Wolf but I broke that. i think it's okay though because I actually ended up writing through season two and hope to start season three tomorrow! I already have lots of devilish plans that you guys will most likely hate me for >:)

I know Jade does so...

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