❛ Been a couple days now since you called me sayin' you're worried. ❜

SEASON 1, EPISODE 1
wolf moon

"WHY DO YOU three keep flocking around us?" Stiles asked. He walked over to the sisters as they stood together beside Scott's locker, waiting for them. "If you guys needed friends, you could have just asked... anyone else."

⠀⠀⠀"We don't need friends," Laurel assured him. She gave Stiles a thin smile that teetered on mocking. "Especially not from the jackass who broke up with her."

⠀⠀⠀"She broke up with me!" Stiles exclaimed, throwing his hands over his head.

⠀⠀⠀Willow glared at him, still annoyed at him for what he did in English.

⠀⠀⠀"Then you probably deserved it," Laurel shrugged. She paused, eyeing him up and down. "Have you seen the way you dress?"

⠀⠀⠀"What's wrong with the way I dress?" Stiles asked, deflating. He looked down at his clothes and picked at his shirt.

⠀⠀⠀The other four ignored Stiles and instead focused on the new girl. Allison Argent stood down the hall at another set of lockers as Lydia Martin, the most popular girl at Beacon Hills High, approached her with a wide smile.

⠀⠀⠀"How is it the new girl is already being dragged into Lydia's clique?" Bridgette asked curiously.

⠀⠀⠀"Because she's hot," Stiles answered her matter-of-factly. "Beautiful people herd together. That's why you three are stuck here standing around with two ugly dudes."

⠀⠀⠀"Yeah," Laurel scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Because if any of us made a move on you, you'd be so disgusted by our ugliness."

⠀⠀⠀"Yes, I would," Stiles agreed. He nodded his head at the claim and rested his hand over his heart. "Because my heart was made for only one girl, and that girl is Lydia Martin."

⠀⠀⠀Willow pressed her nails into her palms, clenching her jaw at the comment.

⠀⠀⠀"Mm, yeah, seems like it's the same for her," Willow spat.

⠀⠀⠀Stiles turned his attention back to Lydia at Willow's claim and was greeted by the sight of her boyfriend, Jackson, kissing her deeply in the middle of the hall.

⠀⠀⠀"Do you have to rub it in my face?" Stiles asked her, annoyed.

⠀⠀⠀"Uh, yeah!" Willow exclaimed, letting the old jealousy still grip her heart. "I took a course on petty exes, and this is step nine. Rub it in your ex's face that they'll never get anyone better than you."

⠀⠀⠀"Haha," Stiles replied mockingly, staring back at her deadpanned.

⠀⠀⠀"I could make you a Sweetheart Sachet," Bridgette commented, interrupting the two.

⠀⠀⠀"What's that?" Stiles asked, furrowing his brows.

⠀⠀⠀"It's a charmed sachet, um, bag, and it'll help you get her attention," she explained. "Especially if I put intentions of you and her together."

⠀⠀⠀"Are you serious?" Willow whispered to her sister.

⠀⠀⠀Bridgette looked over to her sister with a frown, and her eyes drooped into pity. She held her hands out towards Stiles and said, "But look at him."

⠀⠀⠀Stiles smirked at Willow when she did. She took in a deep breath to try and calm herself.

⠀⠀⠀"Yeah, why don't you make me one, Bridgette," Stiles told her.

⠀⠀⠀His eyes never left Willow's. He was playing a fine line of pissing off your ex and keeping her at an arm's distance. Willow knew what he was doing. He realized it bugged her that his sister would make him a sachet for his relationship with Lydia and used it to his advantage. He had never believed in magic, not even when they were dating.

⠀⠀⠀The bell rang, and Scott jumped, holding his hands over his ears. The four turned to look at him, but as the bell stopped, he finally calmed down.

⠀⠀⠀The sisters looked at each other. It was only getting worse.

LAUREL HAD INISTED on them staying after school to watch Scott on the lacrosse team. There were straightforward explanations to his minor reactions to things like Allison or the bell, but lacrosse. He had never been good.

⠀⠀⠀So, if they saw his agility and reflexes improve exponentially, they had their answer.

⠀⠀⠀Stiles and Scott approached the bleachers dressed in their gear. Stiles leaned against his lacrosse stick, his chin resting against the net, and stared at the girls sitting on the bottom row.

⠀⠀⠀"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you girls were stalking us," Stiles commented.

⠀⠀⠀The sisters turned to look at him in unison, narrowing their eyes at him and a visible shudder passed through him.

⠀⠀⠀"We just wanted to see you guys play," Bridgette spoke up, her sweet smile reassuring the boys.

⠀⠀⠀"Really?" Scott asked, a little flattered.

⠀⠀⠀"Yes," Laurel stated through her teeth, but her tone indicated that wasn't the only reason.

⠀⠀⠀"McCall!" Coach Finstock shouted from across the field, jogging over and stopping in front of him.

⠀⠀⠀"Yeah?"

⠀⠀⠀"You're on goal."

⠀⠀⠀"I've never played," Scott stated hesitantly.

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

⠀⠀⠀Scott's face fell.

⠀⠀⠀"What about me?"

⠀⠀⠀"Try not to take any to the face," Coach told him, patting his shoulder. He turned back to the field and shouted to the other players, "Let's go! Come on!"

⠀⠀⠀"You're not playing, Stiles?" Bridgette asked, leaning forward to look at him on the bench about a foot away from the bleachers.

⠀⠀⠀"No, I have the best job on the team," Stiles told her with a stupid grin.

⠀⠀⠀Willow rolled her eyes.

⠀⠀⠀"Don't you want to do something more than sitting on the bench?" Willow asked him, knowing it'd strike a nerve.

⠀⠀⠀When they had started high school, lacrosse had been Stiles' life. He put so much effort into it and got nothing in return. He tried and practiced, and it seemed he was always going to be the one on the sidelines.

⠀⠀⠀"I'm good at it," Stiles waved her off, not taking her bait.

⠀⠀⠀"You're not wrong," Willow commented. "I don't think I've ever seen you score a goal."

⠀⠀⠀Stiles set his jaw.

⠀⠀⠀"I've scored plenty of goals."

⠀⠀⠀"How?" she asked him, narrowing her eyes as she looked down her nose at him. "You just warm the bench."

⠀⠀⠀"Not always!"

⠀⠀⠀"When have you—"

⠀⠀⠀The Coach's whistle interrupted Willow, and she would've continued if it weren't for the fact she was here for Scott. Not to torment Stiles.

⠀⠀⠀Scott was at the goal, his hands covering his ears as he tried to get the ringing in his head to stop. One of the players on the team ignored the fact that Scott was obviously not ready to play. Instead, he sent the ball flying across the field and hit the cage attached to Scott's helmet.

⠀⠀⠀Scott went flying back at the impact, the ball making it into the goal as the rest of the team laughed. Including Coach Finstock.

⠀⠀⠀They watched as Scott stood back to his feet, panting as something seemed to come over him. A determination that Willow hadn't seen when she did come to practices for Stiles.

⠀⠀⠀Scott stood with his shoulders squared and glared at the line up ahead of him. As each ball went flying, it was like Scott anticipated precisely where they would go, as he caught every last one of them.

⠀⠀⠀Including Jackson's.

⠀⠀⠀The crowd erupted into cheers, including Lydia in the seats behind the sisters. She clapped with a broad smile for Scott rather than for her boyfriend.

⠀⠀⠀"We need to talk to mom," Laurel stated, standing from her seat and leading her sisters off the field.

THE SISTERS FOUND their mom in the room-sized pantry of their house. Every wall, shelf, floor space was full of ingredients. Their mom owned a small store for practical magic. Despite the number of rumors, gossip, and unnecessary comments the family got from their neighbors, the store did really well. It seemed that people loved to turn to strange alternatives when desperate.

⠀⠀⠀And people were always desperate.

⠀⠀⠀"A werewolf?" Starla asked curiously.

⠀⠀⠀Laurel had taken the lead on catching their mom up on everything that happened during their first day.

⠀⠀⠀"Yes, Scott has all of the symptoms," Laurel explained, standing as straight as an arrow as she debriefed her, holding her hands behind her back.

⠀⠀⠀Laurel was always the goody-toe shoes of the three, Willow thought. Despite her self-confidence and intimidating demeanor that made Laurel look like a rebel, she never wanted to be a disappointment. Instead, she wanted to be perfect.

⠀⠀⠀"He got the bite in the woods the same night we were doing our before school ritual," Laurel explained. "He has been seen experiencing heightened hearing and has exceptional agility that he didn't have before. Also, the fact that I got a vision of him transforming adds to the fact."

⠀⠀⠀Starla nodded her head, tapping her chin as she looked through a selection of essential oils. She plucked nearly twenty bottles off the shelf that she needed for potions then turned back to her daughters.

⠀⠀⠀"If he is turning, that means there are others," Starla told them, turning on her heel as she worried her brow. She opened her mouth to say something more but stopped herself. She shook her head and then returned her gaze to the sisters. "I don't want you girls in those woods for now. If you need to do any spells in the light of the moon, do them in the backyard."

⠀⠀⠀"Of course," Laurel nodded.

⠀⠀⠀When the other two didn't respond, Laurel turned and glared at them.

⠀⠀⠀"Okay," Willow said quickly.

⠀⠀⠀"Alright," Bridgette nodded. "Even during the day?" she added with a timid smile.

⠀⠀⠀"Please," Starla said, a nervous smile on her face. "We don't know who these werewolves are, and if we do—I have some warding spells I could make for when you need to go out there, but it'll take me until the next full moon."

⠀⠀⠀The sisters nodded in understanding.

⠀⠀⠀"And what about Scott?" Willow asked.

⠀⠀⠀"Keep an eye on him when you can," Starla told her with a frown. "There's really nothing we can do but be here for him."

⠀⠀⠀"Anything else we can do for you, mom?" Laurel asked.

⠀⠀⠀"Not right now. For him, at least," Starla stated. "I need to do some research on this, but it is your day to work with me, sweetheart. Would you help me with these popularity oils? The kids cleared me out yesterday."

⠀⠀⠀"Of course," Laurel nodded.

WILLOW WAS SITTING at the counter of her mom's store, working the evening shift the next day. The place was quiet, but a few people still lingered inside with only an hour left until they closed. A few teenagers she went to school with and an older woman that Willow thought looked eerily like the witch from Howl's Moving Castle.

⠀⠀⠀Willow worried that the woman would try and turn her into an old woman when she started to walk to the check-out. She shoved it to the back of her mind, trying not to worry too much about it, and said a small 'hello' to her.

⠀⠀⠀"Would you like a bag, or do you have your own?" Willow asked her.

⠀⠀⠀"I—"

⠀⠀⠀"Gallagher!"

⠀⠀⠀Willow whipped her head to the side, turning to see Stiles running through the store. The place was covered in products that Stiles narrowly avoided by flailing his arms around himself. Unfortunately, his hand ended up slamming into three wind chimes, and they rang loudly as he tried to scramble away.

⠀⠀⠀Willow frowned, unamused.

⠀⠀⠀"I'm with a customer. I'll be with you in a moment," Willow told him in her most customer service voice. Then, she turned back to the woman, apologizing.

⠀⠀⠀The registers were made up of three large pieces of wood connected together so that they could have three cashiers tending in the same area. Willow stood in the middle so that she could have eyes on the front and the back of the store.

⠀⠀⠀Stiles stood at the counter on her right, his back to the door as he tried to patiently wait. Although, Stiles had never been one for patience. He kept trying but ended up looking like a fish out of water as he fidgeted. Stiles kept readjusting his stance, running his hands over his face, his mouth. He would look at her, then away, then back to her. Then, he turned to look at the door, stood for a minute, then turned around to look at the back of the store.

⠀⠀⠀Willow finished with the woman, and the second the counter in front of her was vacant, Stiles ran to it. He slammed his hands on the counter, his feet slipping out from beneath him, and he stumbled to pull himself back up.

⠀⠀⠀"What is it?" Willow asked him, annoyed now.

⠀⠀⠀"You think you're a witch, right?" Stiles asked her, wiping his upper lip of sweat, then leaned over the counter, so he was uncomfortably close to her.

⠀⠀⠀Willow's eye twitched. Stiles knew plenty well that Willow believed that she was a witch. Well, she knew she was one, but she had never proven the fact undeniably to him.

⠀⠀⠀"I am a witch," Willow corrected him. She turned away from him and began to clean her register rather than strangle him like she wanted to. "What about it?"

⠀⠀⠀"If you're a witch or whatever, do you or your sisters or your mom or someone have any books on werewolves?" Stiles asked her.

⠀⠀⠀The crystal ball someone had decided not to buy and was now in Willow's hand slipped from her hands and shattered on the wood floor. She stared wide-eyed at Stiles as he rushed around the counter, seeing the shards of glass surrounding her.

⠀⠀⠀"Why are you asking me that?" Willow asked him quickly, her hands shaking.

⠀⠀⠀"I think Scott's a werewolf," Stiles explained. "Like a real one. With the teeth, and the claws and the glowy eyes, and there's a full moon tomorrow night, and if he is... then we're fucked."

⠀⠀⠀"Fucking hell," Willow muttered. She tried to step from behind the counter, but Stiles held his hands out toward her frantically.

⠀⠀⠀"Be careful!" he exclaimed.

⠀⠀⠀Willow paused as she watched him look around himself and grabbed a besom off the shelf not far from him.

⠀⠀⠀"Thanks," Willow muttered. She took the besom and rested it against the counter instead of cleaning the glass as Stiles had wanted. The besom wasn't made for sweeping away material things but cleansing energies from a space.

⠀⠀⠀Willow walked out of the register area and toward the only customers left in the store. She didn't know why Stiles figuring out his best friend was a werewolf had her panicking even though her mom said there was nothing they could do. But, she had to admit that he was right. The full moon was the next night, and they would either have to deal with Scott's transformation or the aftermath of him mauling people in the streets.

⠀⠀⠀"I'm so sorry," Willow said, standing behind the two teenagers with a wary smile as they turned to her. "I've just been informed of a family emergency. I'm going to have to close the store in five minutes."

⠀⠀⠀"Oh, okay," the girl said, reassuring Willow with her bright smile.

⠀⠀⠀She had straight blonde hair and bright blue eyes that, on any other day, Willow would find intoxicating. Today, she was too wrapped up in her anxiety to think about it. The girl turned to the tallboy beside her then back to Willow.

⠀⠀⠀"I actually think I'm done," she stated. "We were just looking around since I got everything."

⠀⠀⠀Willow smiled, a little relieved to hear that.

⠀⠀⠀"If you're ready to check out, I can get you at the front."

⠀⠀⠀Willow led them to the cash register, brushing the glass shards out of her way, and went a little too fast in scanning her items.

⠀⠀⠀The girl smiled sweetly as Willow moved in a panic. Her expression tried to assure Willow that it was okay. Although, the dark-haired, fish-eyed boy beside her only frowned, making Willow slightly nervous. His focus, however, switched to look behind Willow. He seemed to relax when not looking at her.

⠀⠀⠀"Thank you," the girl smiled, glancing down at the name tag attached to her shirt. "Willow. I hope to see you again sometime."

⠀⠀⠀Willow nodded, smiling awkwardly in response, and watched as the two left. Then, when the chime on sounded through the store and the door shut behind them, Willow turned to Stiles.

⠀⠀⠀"Let's go."

⠀⠀⠀"So, you believe me?" Stiles asked.

⠀⠀⠀He watched as Willow ran to the back of the store, grabbed her purse then turned the lights off. The emergency lights flickered on seconds later.

⠀⠀⠀"Yes, I believe you. Why wouldn't I?" Willow asked him, pushing him through the front door. "One sec."

⠀⠀⠀She stepped back inside, setting the alarm before she stepped out, flipping the open sign to closed, and locked the front door. It was only an hour before close, and Willow prayed her mom wouldn't mind.

⠀⠀⠀"Well, I just thought after everything we've been through, you'd hop at the chance of calling me an idiot for believing in werewolves," Stiles explained, shrugging his shoulders. He paused, considering the fact that she believed him, and narrowed his eyes. "Why do you believe me?"

⠀⠀⠀"Did you bring your Jeep?" Willow asked him.

⠀⠀⠀Stiles nodded his head across the street where his Jeep was parked. Willow headed for it, and Stiles followed behind her. They both got in.

⠀⠀⠀"I think I'm a witch. Is it really that weird for me to believe you that your best friend is a werewolf?" Willow asked him, buckling her seat belt, and Stiles started driving. "Why do you believe he's a werewolf?"

⠀⠀⠀"Well, we were walking through the woods yesterday after school to try and find Scott's inhaler. Scott was talking about all these weird things that had been happening to him. His hearing is crazy good. He can catch all the balls before they make a goal and all this other stuff. I was only joking at first when I said it but then I heard my dad on the phone talking to the lab. They did a fiber analysis on the body and the hairs found on it. It was a wolf's hair. A wolf!"

⠀⠀⠀"So, that's why you believe—"

⠀⠀⠀"I don't know," Stiles groaned, wiping his hands over his face. "But it's the only thing that makes sense."

⠀⠀⠀Stiles pulled into her driveway, and the two rushed inside, kicking their shoes off, and stopped when they noticed Starla. She stood in the kitchen mixing a potion in a cauldron as she turned to them. She smiled at the two, the ends twitching down slightly at the sight of Stiles but kept her demeanor cheery.

⠀⠀⠀"Oh, honey," Starla greeted, then furrowed her brows as she turned to check the clock. "It's an hour before your shift ends."

⠀⠀⠀"Hey, I'm sorry, mom. I had to close early, um, Stiles' friend is the werewolf," Willow explained, waving her hand toward Stiles.

⠀⠀⠀"The one we talked about the other day?" Starla asked. She turned to her potion with a worried expression, pulled the wooden spoon from the cauldron, and rested it on the counter. Then, she turned to them, crossing her arms and leaning against the granite countertop beside her.

⠀⠀⠀"Yeah," Willow nodded. "There's a full moon tomorrow night, and we're worried something might happen. We just wanted to do some research, see if we could do anything. Is that okay?"

⠀⠀⠀"Of course," Starla sighed, shaking her head. "I know I told you that all we can really do is be here for him, but I haven't even had a second to do any real research. Just be careful and if you go out. No woods!"

⠀⠀⠀Willow nodded.

⠀⠀⠀Starla turned to Stiles.

⠀⠀⠀"If you end up staying late, Stiles, you can spend the night here," Starla assured him with a warm smile. "I don't want you getting into any trouble if there are werewolves out there. I can call your dad to let him know, too."

⠀⠀⠀"Okay," Stiles nodded, breathing heavily as everything started to move a little too fast for him to handle. "Okay, yeah, thanks."

⠀⠀⠀"And drag Laurel and Bridgette in to help if you need it," Starla added.

⠀⠀⠀"I will," Willow called, taking Stiles' wrist and dragging him behind her.

⠀⠀⠀"Good seeing you again, Stiles!" Starla yelled down the hall.

⠀⠀⠀Willow led Stiles into the small library at the back of their house. The room was lined with bookshelves full of ancient, dusty-looking books, while one was dedicated to fresher texts. Willow turned to look at Stiles. He stood in the middle of the room, looking stunned. She frowned, realizing she had gotten stuck being alone with Stiles, her ex-boyfriend, for who knows how long. She took a deep breath and tried to not think about it. Instead, she went through the shelves and pulled out as many books as she could on werewolves.

⠀⠀⠀She stacked them high on the table in the middle of the room. When finished, she took a seat and opened one of the books to begin.

⠀⠀⠀"You guys are okay with this," Stiles muttered after a solid three minutes of staring. His eyes flickered around the room frantically before he caught her eye. "Totally not freaking out. I'm freaking out! Why aren't you freaking out?!"

⠀⠀⠀"Stiles," Willow said, her tone serious as she watched him start to panic. "It's not that weird when you've been weird your entire life. Just breathe."

⠀⠀⠀Stiles frowned, taking in a deep breath as she said. She had always been good at calming him down about as much as she was good at riling him up.

⠀⠀⠀Stiles approached the table once he collected himself. He set his backpack in the chair beside him and pulled out his laptop if they needed to cross-reference.

⠀⠀⠀Willow was thankful that Stiles hadn't attempted to talk any more than he needed once they started skimming through the books. Instead, they commented on things they found, bookmarked them to come back to later before continuing.

⠀⠀⠀"Stiles!" a voice called from behind them, and the pair turned to see Bridgette waving at them and walked into the room. "My mom said you were here. I finished your sachet."

⠀⠀⠀"Oh," Stiles said, a little taken aback. Bridgette held a small red pouch with a sigil stitched into the fabric and tied with a pink string at the top. "Thank you," he said with a smile, taking it from her.

⠀⠀⠀"You have to keep it close to work. So, leave it in your bag, and it should help, uh, Lydia, notice you," Bridgette assured him with a smile. She looked over their books. "Is this for Scott?"

⠀⠀⠀"You all know?" Stiles asked, turning to look at Willow accusingly like they had made a pinky promise to keep it a secret.

⠀⠀⠀"Laurel was the one to suspect it," Willow explained. "And like you said, he isn't really being subtle about it."

⠀⠀⠀"I'll help," Bridgette interrupted before they could get into another argument. She pulled out the chair she was standing in front of and pulled a book towards her. The other two took the hint and went back to researching.

"I DIDN'T GET anywhere with him," Stiles told Willow over the phone.

⠀⠀⠀After their research the previous evening, Stiles ended up leaving the Gallagher's before curfew. He said he would try and convince Scott to stay home, but instead, Scott was too stubborn and too oblivious to realize he was changing.

⠀⠀⠀"He's still going to the party because he has a crush on Allison."

⠀⠀⠀"The new girl?" Willow asked.

⠀⠀⠀"No, the old Allison," Stiles mocked her, his voice going up an octave, and she could just imagine him brushing his finger behind his ear.

⠀⠀⠀"Did something happen?" Willow asked, then she cringed. Asked him that, realizing that something had happened that he wasn't telling her, it was all because they had been close once. She could still read him like the back of her hand, and it annoyed her that she could.

⠀⠀⠀"What?"

⠀⠀⠀Willow rolled her eyes, annoyed that she was going to keep pressing the wound.

⠀⠀⠀"Something happened," she stated. "Are you alright?"

⠀⠀⠀"I'm fine," Stiles sighed. "Scott got mad at me and almost clawed my face off. I can tell you this much, I one hundred percent believe that he's a werewolf now because I have three giant claw marks in the back of my chair that I can promise you weren't there before."

⠀⠀⠀Willow took a deep breath, then asked, "You said Scott's going to a party?"

⠀⠀⠀"Yeah, Lydia's," Stiles stated, his voice softening over her name.

⠀⠀⠀Willow clenched her hand by her side, pressing her nails into her palms, and she wondered how many times she would do that before she'd have scars.

⠀⠀⠀"We need to go," Willow forced herself to say. "Pick me up at eight?"

⠀⠀⠀Stiles hesitated, then responded, "Alright. Pick you up at eight."

"YOU DON'T LOOK like you just crawled out of a dumpster fire, Gallagher," Stiles commented with a toothy grin as she opened the door to his Jeep.

⠀⠀⠀Willow stood outside of his car with an unimpressed expression at his comment. She wore a short silk dress and black heels. She kept her makeup simple to mascara and lip gloss, and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail.

⠀⠀⠀"Thanks," Willow deadpanned. "I guess you don't look like you just laid in a pile of shit either, Stilinski."

⠀⠀⠀Behind her, Laurel and Bridgette approached, wearing similar dresses to Willow's. The only difference was that Laurel's dress was purple, and Bridgette's was pink.

⠀⠀⠀Willow moved the passenger's seat forward since the Jeep was a two-door. Bridgette got in first, then Laurel behind her. Willow pushed it back, sliding into the passenger's seat, and slammed the door.

⠀⠀⠀"Is your car always this dirty?" Laurel asked. She picked up a shirt with the ends of her nails and threw it on the floor.

⠀⠀⠀"This how my whole night is gonna be, isn't it?" Stiles sighed, putting his car into reverse, and backed out of their driveway.

⠀⠀⠀"Most likely, yes," Bridgette commented, patting his shoulder.

⠀⠀⠀Stiles and Bridgette ended up talking the most of their short trip. Laurel kept quiet like she usually did, and Willow only butted in when she wanted to try and one-up Stiles.

⠀⠀⠀When they got to the party, Stiles parked on the side of the road. He moved his seat for Bridgette to get out while Willow did the same for Laurel.

⠀⠀⠀The sisters stood beside the Jeep. Stiles tried to walk past them and into the party when Laurel caught him by the collar and dragged him back.

⠀⠀⠀"We need to talk strategy," Laurel explained like she had done this a thousand times, and it was just another full moon with a werewolf on the loose. "It's a full moon tonight, so there's no telling what Scott could do. Willow, Bridgette, we'll stand within the vicinity of where Scott is, ready to cast in the event Scott tries to kill people. The Bubble Spell should work for all three of us to do and hopefully not be too obvious. Stiles, I want you inside in case Scott's outside. If he's inside, you're outside. If anything does happen, you can't get hurt."

⠀⠀⠀"I want to help," Stiles pleaded, looking a little heartbroken with how the plan unfolded. "Why can't I help?"

⠀⠀⠀"Firstly, you're our getaway driver," Willow stated. "Secondly, you were made for the sidelines."

⠀⠀⠀Stiles scoffed, "Seriously? Right now?"

⠀⠀⠀"What? Am I wrong?"

⠀⠀⠀"Yes!" Stiles exclaimed. "I can do more than just stand inside!"

⠀⠀⠀"How would I know?" Willow retorted. "All you do is sit on a bench and keep it warm for the other players. Do what you're good at and keep the sidelines warm for us."

⠀⠀⠀"Well, when you three start getting your limbs chewed on like dog toys, don't come crying to me!" Stiles exclaimed and stormed into the party.

⠀⠀⠀Willow smirked, happy to get under his skin, but her sisters stared back at her in middle annoyance.

⠀⠀⠀"What?" Willow asked, deflating.

⠀⠀⠀"You didn't need to be rude," Bridgette told her softly.

⠀⠀⠀"I wasn't rude," Willow said with a frown. She caught the knowing expression on Laurel's face telling her that she was, in fact, being rude. "Whatever. It's not like he didn't deserve it."

⠀⠀⠀The sisters went into the party, passing Stiles, who stood inside. He pointed behind him to where Scott stood outside. They walked into the backyard. They moved to stand at separate corners of the party with drinks in their hands as they watched and waited.

⠀⠀⠀It wasn't long until Scott started to breathe heavily, his eyes focusing and unfocusing as he stared at Alison. His mouth parted before he shook his head and stepped out of her arms. He looked like he was about to have a panic attack if Willow didn't know any better. The sisters followed after him toward the house.

⠀⠀⠀Scott had made it halfway through the Martin's house as the sisters pushed through the back door. Willow scanned the cluster of people, finding Stiles' shaved head poking out of the crowd.

⠀⠀⠀"Stilinski!" Willow shouted over the music and chatter. She could see his head turn, and she raised her hand to call attention to herself, pointing toward the door. "Let's go!"

⠀⠀⠀Stiles abandoned his drink and pushed through the crowd to meet the sisters outside. Scott was gone, and Allison was getting into a different car.

⠀⠀⠀The four rushed to Stiles' Jeep. Stiles pulled off the road and headed towards his best friend's house. He parked the car halfway in the grass due to his haste and flung himself out of the vehicle.

⠀⠀⠀The sisters followed behind Stiles and met him in the upstairs hallway outside of Scott's door. Stiles was trying to push the door open, but Scott kept him out without even trying.

⠀⠀⠀"I saw her get a ride from the party," Stiles was telling Scott. "She's-She's totally fine, alright?"

⠀⠀⠀"No," Scott said, panting. "I think I know who it is."

⠀⠀⠀"You just let me in," Stiles told him. "We can try—"

⠀⠀⠀"It's Derek," Scott finally said. "Derek Hale is the werewolf. He's the one that bit me. He's the one that killed the girl in the woods."

⠀⠀⠀"Scott," Stiles muttered and stopped trying to push his way through the door. "Derek's the one who drove Allison from the party."

⠀⠀⠀Scott slammed the door in Stiles' face. He tried to rattle the handle on the door, but it was no use. Finally, Scott latched the lock on his door, and they had no way to get in.

⠀⠀⠀Willow moved to stand in front of Scott's door as Bridgette pulled Stiles to her side. She took in a deep breath, moving her hands up by her face and down toward her waist.

⠀⠀⠀"What's happening?" Stiles asked under his breath, staring in confusion.

⠀⠀⠀"Caelus," Willow whispered, extending her hands out in front of her, and a burst of wind shot from her hands. The door shook for a moment before the air pressure increased, and it ended up falling off the hinges.

⠀⠀⠀"HOLY SHIT!"

⠀⠀⠀Laurel and Bridgette ran into Scott's room while Willow turned to Stiles. Once again, smirking at him. He stared at her with wide eyes as she passed him and walked into Scott's room to see he had run out of the open window.

⠀⠀⠀"We have to go," Laurel told them, rushing out of the room.

⠀⠀⠀"You guys are really witches!" Stiles exclaimed as they ran down the stairs and out the door.

⠀⠀⠀The sisters headed back to Stiles' Jeep. Stiles held Willow back, turning her to face him with furrowed brows.

⠀⠀⠀"Since when?" he asked.

⠀⠀⠀"Since forever!" Willow shot back at him, taking advantage of him holding her, and dragged him towards the Jeep. "Hurry up, we need to find Allison!"

⠀⠀⠀Stiles got into the car, reversed out of the driveway, and slammed on the gas. Stiles took it upon himself to go to the front door and see if Allison was okay. The sisters watched as Allison's mother answered the front door. She gave Stiles only a few seconds to talk before she turned to shout for Allison. When she came out of her room, Stiles apologized and ran back to the Jeep.

⠀⠀⠀"Allison's there."

⠀⠀⠀"Then Derek's dragging Scott out into the woods for a reason," Willow stated.

⠀⠀⠀"There's not much more we can do," Bridgette muttered. "Mom said no woods."

⠀⠀⠀"But he's in trouble!"

⠀⠀⠀"I can try to find him at least," Laurel sighed, sounding exhausted. "Do you have something of his? Older, preferably."

⠀⠀⠀Stiles nodded, stopping in the middle of the deserted road and parked the car. He turned to rifle through his things before he pulled the shirt Laurel had thrown to the side earlier.

⠀⠀⠀Laurel wrinkled her nose up at the article of clothing but took it anyway. She placed it into her left and pulled a pendulum from her purse, holding it over the shirt.

⠀⠀⠀"Will that work in here?" Willow asked.

⠀⠀⠀"It'll have to," Laurel stated. "Is Scott ahead of us?" she asked the pendulum.

⠀⠀⠀The pendulum moved back and forth from Laurel's body.

⠀⠀⠀"Is Scott behind us?"

⠀⠀⠀The pendulum spun for a second before it started to move left and right instead.

⠀⠀⠀"Turn around," Willow told Stiles, slapping his arm.

⠀⠀⠀Stiles nodded, putting the car back into drive, and made a U-turn in the middle of the road. Laurel continued to instruct Stiles on where to go.

⠀⠀⠀They were breaking daylight by the time they found Scott. He was walking along the side of the road without a shirt on and his head down. Stiles sped up until they were beside him and parked the car. Willow unbuckled, moving into the back seat, and sat between her sisters.

⠀⠀⠀"It's okay," Stiles told Scott when he got into the car and nervously looked back at the sisters staring at him. "They know."

⠀⠀⠀"They know?" Scott asked, whipping his head toward Stiles. "You told them?"

⠀⠀⠀"No, actually, they already knew," Stiles explained, his grip on the wheel tightening.

⠀⠀⠀"What? How?" he asked, looking back at them with furrowed brows.

⠀⠀⠀"Remember that thing about them being witches?" Stiles asked, his voice going an octave higher as it all started to sink in. "Not a lie."

⠀⠀⠀"What does that mean?"

⠀⠀⠀"Means we can do things like this," Willow commented. She raised two of her fingers and held it ahead of herself as she whispered, "Cereum faceo ab meus digitus."

⠀⠀⠀A flame floated above her fingers, and she smiled at the heat warming the side of her face. She turned back to Scott to smile as he stared at her, stunned.

⠀⠀⠀"DON'T LIGHT YOUR FINGERS ON FIRE IN MY CAR! YOU COULD BURN IT!" Stiles screeched, looking in the rearview mirror.

⠀⠀⠀Willow didn't argue with him, for once, clenching her hand back into her palm and extinguishing the flame.

⠀⠀⠀"Oh, my God," Scott muttered, leaning his head against the door of Stiles' car. There was a long silence between the five until Scott continued. "You know what actually worries me the most?"

⠀⠀⠀"If you say Allison, I'm gonna punch you in the head," Stiles commented, thinning his lips in annoyance.

⠀⠀⠀"She probably hates me now," Scott groaned, opening his eyes.

⠀⠀⠀Stiles held back on his threat and sighed.

⠀⠀⠀"I doubt that," he muttered. "But you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology. Or, you know, you could just... tell her the truth and—"

⠀⠀⠀"Don't tell her the truth," Laurel interrupted Stiles. "You'll get yourself killed."

⠀⠀⠀"No!" Stiles exclaimed, waving his hand in the air to dismiss her. "Just revel in the fact that you're a fucking werewolf!"

⠀⠀⠀The four glares Stiles received told him that maybe it wasn't the best idea he's had.

⠀⠀⠀"Okay, bad idea," Stiles conceded. He looked to his side, seeing Scott still mulling over Allison. "Hey, we'll get through this. Come on, if I have to, I'll chain you up myself on full moon nights and feed you live mice. I had a boa once. I could do it."

⠀⠀⠀Willow smirked, leaning back in her seat and putting her hands behind her head.

⠀⠀⠀"Kinky," she said with a smile, catching Stiles' eye in the rearview mirror. He rolled his eyes and continued to drive them home without responding.

AUTHOR'S NOTE —

Hello, I love Willow!!!!!!!!!!!! I hope you guys are enjoying this book so far.

Also, just want to note that my Latin is very rusty (I took three years in high school five years ago) so all the spells are my attempt at trying to remember what the fuck I learned. So, if you see any issues feel free to PM me :) but also don't roast me I know I suck but I'm trying.

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