First of all, I would like to give special thanks to @stilesmccalls for proofreading all of these chapters for me. Go and give her some love, she deserves it!

Also, I'm super aware of what Papa S's actual name is, but to me he will always be John, as he was for years before we got his real name. I will not be changing that. Please don't hassle me on the fact that his name is Noah.

Thank you.

Also, this is me....so be prepared.

~SiriusCatBennett

Prologue

"Rae, you're gonna look really good tomorrow. That skirt is amazing and paired with that top, all the boys will totally drool over you. Just pair it with those black heels we got last week and that moon necklace you have and you'll look perfect." Lydia stated with a grin as she looked over the clothes I was now holding up: a mid-thigh length flower print black skirt with a white zip-up blouse. I rolled my eyes at my twin. 

"Why thank you Lydia, but I don't need anyone drooling over me." Walking over to the hook hanging from my door, I hung up the clothes, being careful as I set them against the full-length mirror. "Now, come on I'll pick something out for you." I grabbed her hand, pulling her off my bed and towards the door, "something that includes those heals you stole from me." Smirking, I turned to look at her while faux glaring.

"I did take your shoes, but honestly, you know they look better on me than they do on you, Rae." She stated, allowing me to drag her into her own bedroom where she proceeded to sit on the corner of her bed and look at her freshly manicured nails. I love the girl to death and back, but she has no filter. Like at all. I've gotten used to it over the years though and now barely anything she says bothers me. We borrow clothes and shoes from each other all the time, though, so I know my heals will eventually show up in my closet.

"Hey! My legs are better than yours, and I can walk and run in heels just as well as you. What makes them look better on you than on me?" I questioned, simply curious over my sister's reasoning. I mean, when I got the shoes Lydia said it herself that she wished she had my legs.

While I waited for an answer, I walked over to her closet and grabbed what I was looking for: a dark blue blouse, a pink and gray patterned skirt, her black overcoat, some tights, and my shoes.

"The fact that you're slightly taller than I am and they make me look taller in my 5'3" stature. You're 5'5" so they make you look even taller than me than you already are. I need them more than you do. Plus you rock strap heals. I rock pumps. It's known logic Rae." Lydia explained, looking up at the end as her voice raised slightly, trying to prove her point. I rolled my eyes yet again at the girl, walking over to her identical hook and hung the clothes there. Her tights and shoes I placed by the vanity.

I slowly walked over to her bed, looking around as I did so. Her room looked completely different from mine, from the placement of her furniture to the color of the walls. Unlike her purple walls and center placed bed, my walls were a light blue and my bed was up against the wall next to my door. Also, my bedroom had books everywhere. Some stacked on my vanity, two or three on my bedside table, and tons in my two huge bookshelves. They sat right across from each other, one next to my bed and the other in between my huge walk-in closet and my en suite bathroom.

Sighing, I plopped down on the bed next to my sister, eyes staring at the purple ceiling before turning my head and looking at her. "Whatever." I smiled at her, shaking my head slightly. "So do you like your outfit your highness or would you like me to fix it?" I asked her, smiling widely as I teased my favorite person on the planet.

Lydia scoffed, turning around to look at me as she flopped onto her elbow to see me better. "No dork, it's wonderful." Dropping her body down onto the bed back first, Lydia stared at her ceiling so I turned my head back around and proceeded to do the same. Suddenly thinking of something, I turned abruptly in her direction.

"Hey. When was the last time you cleaned these sheets?" Slightly wide-eyed, I knew they were probably clean, but you can never be too sure. Lydia broke out laughing before turning her head in my direction, a lazy smirk painted on her red lips.

"Rae, if sex sheets are what your corrupted little mind is thinking of, don't worry. I always wash them after Jackson leaves. I also switch the sheets once every couple months, they're clean." Turning her head back to the ceiling, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding as I did the same. And then I sprung up once I thought of what she'd said.

"Hey! You're the reason my mind's corrupted!" Turning sharply to give her an incredulous look, I saw a simply smirking Lydia lying next to me. Narrowing my gaze, I realized she was just trying to mess with me. Sticking my tongue out at her, I got up off the bed, walking towards the door.

Shutting off her light, I heard a faint, "Hey!" behind me in protest as I shut the door and walked away. "Night Lyds!" I yelled behind me, chuckling faintly to myself as I continued the short trek to my bedroom. From the distance, I heard a disgruntled, 'night,' as I opened my door.

Pushing myself through, I closed the door and headed to my closet to grab my shoes for tomorrow. Finding the strappy pair I wanted, I placed them next to my white vanity before oping my jewelry box and making sure my crescent moon necklace was indeed hanging inside.

Yawning, I threw myself onto my dark gray colored bed and grabbed a book from the side table. I couldn't wait to finish it. The book was 'The Deathly Hallows' by JK Rowling. I'd been reading it for a while and I hadn't had the time to finish it. 

As I opened up the book to page 582 and began reading, a picture fell from the back of the book. Knowing it was my bookmark, I picked it back up from my bed and placed it on the side table where the book had previously been.

Looking back at the pages, I began reading the rest of chapter 29 and continued until I was done with chapter 30 and placed the bookmark back in, setting it back to where it belonged. 

Pulling down my covers, I got comfy before yanking them back up and laying back on my fluffy pillows, the last thing on my mind being a spastic boy with buzz-cut hair.

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"I-I don't know what it was. It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball." Scott explained, splashing as he walked through the small creek in the woods. "And that's not the only weird thing. I-I can hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things." He continued, looking back frantically but excitedly at his spastic best friend.

"Smell things?" Stiles asked. "Like what?" Stiles continued to walk behind Scott, looking at him, waiting for an answer. Scott looked back at him, still walking.

"Like the mint mojito gum in your pocket." He answered, completely serious.

"I don't even have any mint mojito gum-" Stiles cut himself off as he pulled an old piece of gum out of his pocket, the wrapper slightly pulled out at the sides instead of right around the piece of mint chewy gum. Looking back up at his shaggy-haired friend, he watched Scott shrug before turning back around and continuing to look for his lost inhaler. Stiles followed behind.

"So all this started with the bite." He stated, starting up a joke he wasn't even sure Scotty boy would get.

"Right. Well, what if it's like an infection?" Scott began, feeling slightly concerned and scared. "My body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something." Scott turned to look in front of him after glancing back at Stiles, trying not to trip over any stray branches or tree roots.

"You know what, I actually think I've heard of this. It's a specific kind of infection." Stiles explained, trying not to laugh as to give away the joke of it all. Scott looked back wide-eyed with an agape mouth.

"Are you serious?" He asked after a short pause.

"Yeah," Stiles answered back immediately. "Yeah. I think it's called...Lycanthropy." He said, holding his breath at the end and looking at Scott with the most serious look on his face compared to Scott's majorly worried one.

"What's that? Is that bad?" Scott started throwing questions at Stiles.

"Oh yeah, it's the worst." Stiles had his hands on his hips and was leaning slightly forward, talking. "But only once a month." He continued the statement with a wave of his hand, placing it back on his hip. Scott looked so freaked.

"Once a month?" Scott asked, confused as hell and wanting answers.

"Mhmm. On the night of the full moon." Stiles waited a second before pretending to howl at Scott. Scott pushed Stiles back as he realized what his best friend was getting at, while Stiles just laughed at his joke. "Hey, you're the one that heard a wolf howling," Stiles stated, throwing his hands up.

"There could be something seriously wrong with me," Scott shouted slightly, a little angry at Stiles' antics.

"I know. You're a werewolf." Stiles said, making hand motions as he spoke, his voice rising slightly. "Rrrr." He tried and failed to growl and pretend to be a werewolf with a stupid grin on his face as Scott looked at him straight without laughing. "Ok." He coughed out a laugh. "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 the full moon." Stiles said lightly, following behind Scott. The floppy-haired boy suddenly stopped and looked down, looking back up and gesturing to the ground with his hand.

"No. I-I could have sworn this was it. I saw the body, the deer came running." He explained to Stiles, confused and in disbelief. Scott dropped to the ground in a crouch, moving leaves around. "I dropped my inhaler."

"Maybe the killer moved the body," Stiles suggested, hands once again on hips, looking down at where Scott was digging.

"If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are like 80 bucks!" Scott exclaimed, more worried about the cost of his inhaler, and the reaction it would illicit from his mother, than the dead body in the woods or the mysterious bite. Still looking at the ground, Stiles looks forward and sees a man dressed in all black and hits Scott's shoulder, trying to get his attention. Scott looks back, sees the man, and shoots up, standing with Stiles. The man in black starts walking forward.

"What are you doing here?" The man has a scowl on his face and looks slightly terrifying. "Huh? This is private property." He stated, stopping in front of the two frightened boys. Stiles rubbed the back of his head and gestured to Scott.

"Uhmm, uh, sorry man, we didn't know." He said, not looking directly at him, putting his spastic hands back onto his hips-an affect of ADHD and Adderall.

"Yeah, we were just...looking for something but, uh, forget it." Scott finishes, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. Suddenly something is pulled out of the man's pocket and thrown at him and he catches it in between his hands easily, noticing it's his inhaler. Looking back up, the man is walking away and is soon gone. Stiles' mouth is agape. "Alright, well I, uh, gotta get to work," Scott says, going to turn around but is stopped by Stiles rapidly moving hands.

"Dude. That was Derek Hale." He said, putting a name to the mysterious man in black's face. "You remember, right? He's only like a few years older than us." Stiles tried to trigger a memory in the shaggy boy's brain.

"Remember what?" Scott asked, not catching along.

"His family? They all burned to death in a fire like 10 years ago." He finished, putting his hands in his pockets as he looked concerned and worried.

"Wonder what he's doing back." Scott wondered aloud, turning to his best friend. Stiles scoffed and went to leave.

"Well.." Stiles said quietly, walking away quickly, leaving Scott behind to catch up.

I woke with a gasp, coming back from the dream I'd just had. 

My whole life I've had these weird dreams, whether they be good or absolutely horrible or anything in between. I've seen things as mundane as someone getting ice cream to horrifying as watching someone get ran over. 

This one was of two of my best friends in the woods looking for Scotty's inhaler. I had no idea why they were looking for it, but whatever. I also had no idea why I always had these dreams but there was nothing I could do about it. Sometimes I even had them in the middle of the day, just walking or sitting at my desk and it would randomly happen. Death, test grades, people getting hurt, getting food. Anything. It just happened.

I looked over at my clock to find that my alarm was going to ring in a couple of minutes so I just turned it off, rolled out of bed, and started getting ready for the day ahead. Walking over to the bathroom, I turned on the water, getting it to a warm-hot temperature that I liked and stripped, stepping inside and doing what I needed to in the shower while thinking over my dream. Why did I always have them?

Soon enough I stepped out from behind the shower curtain, wrapped a towel around my body, and made my way into my room, sitting down on my bed for a minute to dry off. Sitting there, I looked back on to when Stiles and I had first met. 

Lydia and I were going into third grade and Stiles sat down at our table and asked if we wanted to play tag. Automatically and obviously Lydia ignored him and talked to some of our other friends, like Danny, and-ech-Jackson. Unlike my younger sister, I talked to him and it wasn't long before I began developing feelings for him. Back then I didn't know what love was, but I did now, I just didn't want to mess up what we had. We've been best friends since we met, and when he introduced me to Scott a few days after that, we all became completely inseparable.

Of course, my sister never really understood why I was even friends with them, and that's why I never told her that I liked him, let alone knew I was in love with him. My sister and I shared almost everything, but I couldn't share this with her. Not to just have to listen to her tell me he's not good enough. 

I also never understood why Stiles loved her. Maybe it had something to do with that saying that people will always want what they know they can't have. It annoyed me slightly, to say the least. Lydia had never shown him any attention at all, but he was always there, scrapping at her feet. I wasn't really mad at either of them, just the situation. I wanted him to be happy but he was always chasing after someone that didn't have any interest in being chased.

Breaking out of my thoughts, I walked over to the door of my bathroom, dropped the towel and continued to get ready. I hurriedly blow dried my hair and brushed it, parting it slightly to the right of the middle of my head and curled it. Walking over to my closet, I pulled out a pair of matching undergarments from my drawer and put them on. (I applaud you if you actually do this. I do not.) 

Continuing over to my door, I grabbed my blouse off of the hanger, putting it on and zipping it up, straightening it out. Popping off the skirt I picked out last night, I pulled it up my legs and pushed the end of my blouse into it. Walking over to my vanity, I sat down and pulled my heels over my feet. Quickly adjusting the straps, I silently thanked the gods that I had painted my nails.

Turning around, I pulled my moon necklace out of the jewelry box, put it on, and clasped the hook in the back before getting to my makeup. I put on minimal cover-up to conceal the small dark circles under my eyes, swept my black eyeliner in a thin line over my entire upper and lower lids, curled my lashes and applied mascara, and put a light red shade on my lips, making sure there wasn't any on my teeth. Looking at my final look I beamed a smile that could only be classified as a Rae Martin smile. Lydia and I each had one that we perfected years ago.

Standing back up, I grabbed my messenger bag from the ground and put what makeup I'd used in the side pocket of it before slinging it onto my shoulder. Pulling my fully charged phone off of the charger, I checked to see if I had any messages, and not surprisingly I had five from Batman a.k.a. Stiles Stilinski.

Batman: Rae, when you get to school, make sure you come directly to Scott and I. It's important.

Batman: Rae, make sure you come directly to us. Okay?!

Batman: Rae! Answer your phone.

Batman: Rae, I'm serious. Don't go talking to Danny or staying with Lydia on me, it's important.

Batman: Oh my god Rae, seriously answer your god damned phone, I know you're awake. Come straight to us! Straight!

I sighed as I typed back a reply to Stiles. God ok. I got it, straight to you. I'll be there in a couple minutes. Don't have a heart attack. Sending it, I put my phone into my bag, not bothering to pull out my keys since I knew we were going to be taking Lydia's car. 

Walking down the stairs, I grabbed an apple off of the counter. Biting into it, I got a part of the peel stuck in my teeth. I sighed, knowing I had just brushed them and now I needed to get this out before we got to school.

A few moments later, Lydia came strutting down the stairs, looking amazing in what I had picked out for her. I nodded and smiled at her outfit. "I do have good taste," I said, laughing as she chuckled slightly, rattling her keys indicating it was time to go while walking quickly over to the door. I speedily followed, getting the peel out of my teeth and taking another bite of the apple.

Lydia locked the door behind us as we walked over to her car, getting in as she unlocked the doors Starting the ignition, we peeled out of the driveway and continued down the road before arriving at school.

Lydia quickly parked the car and got out right before I did, both of us automatically being swarmed by girls, and some guys. I smiled and talked to a couple of them before following next to an ignorant Lydia. The few people that were actually friends with us stayed walking with us as we carried on up the steps.

"-best thing that's happened to this town since...since the birth of Lydia Martin." I felt a pang in my chest as I heard the end of what Stiles was saying. Always pining. I stopped while Lydia kept walking forward, Stiles' eyes locked on her body walking away. "Hey Lydia, you look...like you're gonna ignore me." He turned back to Scott, not noticing me there yet. "You're the cause of this you know." He said, trying to sound angry and raising his voice but Scott just smiled wryly.

"Uhuh." Scott agreed and I couldn't help but smile at the ordeal.

"Dragging me down to your nerd depths," Stiles said, looking up slightly as the warning bell rang.

"Uhuh." Scott simply agreed again.

"I'm a nerd by association." They started to walk and I groaned and shook my head, looking down at the ground for a second before following behind them. "I'm scarlet nerded by you." At that I busted up laughing, looking at him with a smile on my face as he turned around startled, just now realizing I was there. "O-oh, hi Rae." Stiles stuttered, rubbing the back of his head and neck. Scott stood there with a weird smile on his face as he looked between Stiles and I. I looked at him in confusion, raising a brow at him. He simply shook his head at me.

Looking back at Stiles, I was slightly shocked. I often was by his appearance. I studied his face, taking in the few moles on the side of his face and neck and the way his nose wriggled since he'd been caught off guard. The way that in the sunlight the flecks of green and gold were apparent in his hazel brown eyes. Watching his Adam's apple bob up and down as he gulped. 

I was brought back to my surroundings by an awkward cough and realized I'd been staring. I looked down, blushing a bright red as I tried to hide my face from the boys. The second I looked up, I saw Scott looking at me with a knowing smile as I looked wide-eyed at him, begging with my eyes for him not to tell. I knew he wouldn't, he'd kept this secret for years. I looked back at Stiles, still blushing.

"H-hey Stiles. So you guys need to talk to me?" I asked curiously. Stiles only sent me a million texts about it. The boy recovered quickly and coughed under his breath.

"Yeah. Um. Show her Scott." I looked over to Scott curiously now, watching as he pulled up the bottom of his shirt to show us his side. A large white bandage was covering up his entire side. My eyes widened as he lowered his shirt back down to its rightful place.

"Jesus Christ! Scott what'd you do?!" I shouted a bit panicked. Both of them turned to me with wide eyes.

"Shhhh!" They both hissed in sync. 

And I'm the one with a twin. I thought sarcastically.

"Long story short, there was a dead body. Half of one. Scott and I went to look for it. I got caught by my dad, went home. Scott had to stay behind. He got trampled by some deer, dropped his inhaler, got bit by something. Scott thinks it's a wolf but-" he explained but I cut him off, deja vu being triggered.

"There haven't been wolves in California for 60 years." I had a confused look on my face as I recalled an old daydream and I guess Scott noticed.

"Hey, you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost." He stated, looking at me in concern.

"Y-yeah I'm fine," I said frantically. I didn't want them to know. I didn't want them to think I was crazy. I quickly put a smile on my face. "So now that I know this, why exactly didn't you come get me last night for this adventure?" I smirked, looking at Stiles as I waited for an answer.

"Umm..uh." Stiles rubbed the back of his neck and looked at the ground, trying to figure out what to say as I raised a brow.

"Stiles said he didn't want you getting hurt or getting in trouble because he-" Scott was cut off as Stiles slammed his elbow into his stomach, smiling at me like nothing strange was happening while his best friend groaned in pain.

I blushed at what Scott had said before retaliating. "Guys I can take care of myself, a little pain has never slowed me down and you both know the sheriff would never tell my mom. He loves me." My voice slightly raised at the end as I shrugged.

"Yeah, b-but what if that was you last night? Hmm? What if it wasn't Scott that got trampled and bit, what if it were you? What would we do then huh?" Stiles questioned, his voice rising a little. It was heartwarming to see that Stiles cared, but I could take care of myself.

"As I said Stiles, I can take care of myself. If it would've been me, I would've been fine. Just a little blood. I've had worse." I shrugged, pointing at both of them. "Never leave me out of anything ever again, or I will castrate both of you. Got it?" I raised an eyebrow, looking back and forth between the two. They both looked sufficiently freaked out.

"Yeah yeah, wh-whatever you say Rae." Scott stammered out, eyes wide as he looked at me.

"Good," I said before flipping my hair over my shoulder and entering the building in front of me, my two dorks of best friends following behind.