Sheriff Stilinski stepped into his daughter's room and let out a long, disappointed sigh before shaking his head and setting down his coffee on the teen's cluttered desk.

"Alright, Ryan." He raised his voice a little, the lump underneath the comforter not moving. "First day of school."

When all he got was silence, Noah walked over and yanked the comforter off of her, chuckling at the sight of his daughter, limbs spread out in all directions. Ryan twitched, her fingers patting the bed in search for her blanket before giving up and curling into a ball to preserve warmth.

"God, dammit." He muttered, dropping the bedding on the ground and grasping her ankles. He slowly started to pull, the brunette's eyes popping open.

"Nope." Ryan yelped, leaping forward and grabbing her bed post. "Not today, satan."

"Ryan, how many time do I have to tell you, stop calling people that." Stilinksi groaned, tugging once more.

"I only call those who deserve it." She countered, letting out a noise that resembled a squeal and cat in heat. "Like fathers who don't respect the term five more minutes!"

"That was twenty minutes ago." He argued, pulling on her again. "You have to be at school in fourty-five."

"Then why are you getting me up now?" She whined, eyes widening in fear as her fingers began to slip. "Please, for the love of-"

Her attempt of a prayer was cut short by a shriek and a thump, the sixteen year-old lying on the ground with defeated expression.

"Morning." Stilinski greeted, picking up his coffee and walking out into the hallway. "Round two."

Ryan let out a long moan and flung her arms and legs out, prepared to go back to sleep on the ground. A chime came from her computer and she practically jumped up, knowing there was only one person who would video chat her this early.

"Scotty!" She greeted, her retainer creating a slight lisp. "Did you die in the woods last night?"

"Nah," Scott shrugged, spooning cereal into his mouth. "Still kickin."

"Disappointed af, dude." Ryan rolled her eyes and grabbed the brush next to her computer, dragging it through her hair. "So, ow, what's up-ow?"

"Well, I called Stiles originally, but I guess I can tell you instead since he didn't pick up." He teased, his best friend rolling her eyes.

"Whatever. Stiles is still-" They both paused at the sound of water splashing and a strangled cry, signaling the awakening of the beast.  "Waking up. So, what's so important that I get to know?"

"Well, uh," He trailed off when she got up, slightly distracted by the fact that she was only wearing a long t-shirt. He quickly shook it off, there is no way he should see his best friend like that. "I got bit by a wolf last night."

"Bull-shit." She scoffed, drawing out the two syllables as she picked up a pair of pants and slid her legs into them.

"I'm serious!" He argued, standing up and pulling up his top to the show her the bandage. "See?"

"Okay one, that's disgusting and put your nips away." Ryan grimaced as she hopped around the room in attempt to pull up her skinny jeans all the way. "And two, wolves haven't been in California for sixty years."

"A wolf howled, I swear." Scott defended himself as he fixed his t-shirt.

"Mmhmm. Right." She nodded slowly, eyebrows raised. "Listen, I'm hanging up because I need to finish getting ready."

"Fine, just-hey!" He gasped, narrowing his eyes as pulled a shirt from her closet. "Is that my Blink shirt?"

"What? No?" She snorted, hiding the hanger behind her back and sliding the mouse to the end call button. "Bye Scott!"

Before he could object any further she hung up and pulled her shirt over her head, a choking noise sounding from the door way.

"Shut up." Ryan rolled her eyes at her soaking wet brother, who stood at the entrance of her room in Spongebob pajama pants. "They're boobs, not nuclear weapons. Now get out, you son of a gun."

The two of them had the understanding that they would never use the insult 'son of a bitch' when referring to each other because one: they would never refer to their deceased mother as a bitch, and two: their father was a police officer, so 'son of a gun' was appropriate.

"Was that Scott you were talking to?" Stiles wondered, leaning against the doorframe as she pulled on said boy's t-shirt. It fell almost to her knees and she out a huff of air, tying it in the front.

"Yep." She answered, smoothing down her hair and moving to search for a hoodie. "Guess he'd rather just talk to me."

"About what?" He moved his eyebrows suggestively before narrowly dodging the stuffed animal that was thrown at his face.

"He says he got bit by something last night." She shrugged as she pulled on a purple hoodie, leaving it unzipped. "It looks pretty gross, actually. Hey, dad? Have you seen my shoes?"

"Converse or vans?" He yelled back, the girl not even being able to reply before he corrected himself. "Converse, right. Bottom of the stairs."

"Thanks." Ryan called out, pushing past Stile to the bathroom. "Hurry up, or else I'm driving today."

"Not a damn chance."

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"Okay, let's see this thing." Stiles bounced excitedly as Scott lifted up his shirt, showing him the same blood stained gauze he had shown Ryan. He leaned forward to touch it, Scott jerking away. "Whoa."

"It was too dark to see much, but in pretty sure it was a wolf." Scott slung his bag over his shoulder and they started walking, the other boy letting out a scoff.

"A wolf bit you?" He asked, looking at him incredulously. "No. Not a chance."

"I heard a wolf howling." He suggested, his best friend shaking his head.

"No you didn't."

"What do you mean no I didn't?" Scott's eyebrows furrowed as they walked along the sidewalk. "How do you know what I heard?"

"Because California doesn't have wolves." Stiles laughed, shaking his head. "Not in like-"

"Sixty years, I know. Ryan told me." He sighed, adjusting his strap on his shoulder as he looked around. "Where is she, by the way?"

"How should I know?" He raised an eyebrow, trying to keep a straight face as his sister snuck up behind Scott quietly, placing her hands over his eyes.

"Morning Ryan." Scott greeted, the girl groaning and dropping her hands. "I stopped falling for that in the second grade."

"Whatever." Ryan rolled her eyes and hopped next to them, folding her arms to keep warm. "So, what are we discussing?"

"Wolves." He replied, sticking his finger in front of her face when she opened her mouth to argue. "I get it. Well, if you guys don't believe me about the wolf, then you definitely won't believe me about when I tell you I found the body."

"What?" Stiles grinned, hopping in his spot. "Are you kidding me?"

"I wish." Scott scoffed, shaking his head. "I'm gonna have nightmares for a month."

"Why didn't you tell me this morning!" Ryan squealed, smacking him repeatedly on the arm. He winced and she stopped, smiling sheepishly. "Sorry. Gotta stop doing that."

"That is freakin' awesome. I mean this is seriously gonna be the best thing to happen to this town since," He paused as Lydia Martin walked by, his jaw slack. "Since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey Lydia! You look... Like you're gonna ignore me."

"As always." His sister whispered, Scott trying not to laugh.

"You're the cause of this y'know?" He complained, the two sharing an amused look. "Dragging me down into your nerd depths. I'm a nerd by association, scarlet-nerded by you."

"Right, because hanging out with your twin sister all the time isn't lame." Scott chuckled, causing Ryan to hold her hand to her chest in mock offense.

"Ouch."

"No offense." He paused as he looked at her shirt, eyes wide. "Hey! That is my shirt, I've been looking for it since like, Thanksgiving. How long have you had it?"

"Since," Ryan trailed off as they walked into class, a thoughtful look on her face. "Around Thanksgiving."

Before he could say anything else she took a seat, sticking her tongue out at him. He rolled his eyes and took a seat behind her, trying to fight his smile.

"Now, as you all know there indeed was a body found in the woods last night." Stiles shot them a wink, the two smiling back. "I'm sure your eager little minds are coming up with various maccob scenarios as to what happened, but I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody."

Ryan frowned, feeling a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to glance at Scott, giving him a shrug. "No idea." She mouthed before turning back around.

"Now you an give your undivided attention to the syllabus, which is on your desk outlining this semester." A set of groans sounded throughout the classroom, Ryan being one of them. She rubbed her face and picked it up, skimming through it boredly. She glanced up when the door opened, the principal and a girl she had never seen before walking into the room.

"Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome." Ryan gave her a small smile, which Allison returned before walking to her seat.

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"Can someone tell me how new girl is here all of five minutes and she's already hanging out with Lydia's clique?" Ryan sighed, watching as Allison talked to Lydia and Jackson.

"Because she's hot." Stiles shrugged, his sister rolling her eyes. "Beautiful people hurt together."

"Just like Lydia hurts your ego every time she ignores you?" She whispered, dodging his elbow. "Face it little bro, she'll never notice you."

"Three minutes." He snapped, narrowing his eyes. "I am three minutes younger than you."

"Still counts." Ryan sent him a grin before glancing over at Scott, whose eyes where glued to the new girl. "Earth to McCall."

Scott blinked and looked back at them, the twins watching him closely. "I uh, I gotta get dressed for practice."

Ryan and Stiles watched as he walked away, stealing glances at Allison as he went. Stiles grinned at his sister's frown, leaning in to whisper in her ear.

"How's that for a hurt ego?"

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