SCOTT MADE OUT WITH LYDIA, AND STILES WAS COMPLETELY HEARTBROKEN. The Stilinski boy and the Carter girl had come to the realization during class because of their behavior toward each other, plus the fact that she came from talking to him with her lipgloss smudged. Stiles was definitely freaking out, but Wren had hopefully managed to convince him that it was just because of the full moon.

"Scott?" Melissa McCall called when the Stilinski boy opened the door. They were there to set up for the full moon because despite Scott being a dick lately, they were still going to help him.

If Wren was being honest, all three of them hadn't been the greatest friends lately. She wasn't a good friend in general, though, when she thought about it. She'd go days without talking to them and then show up at their house at three in the morning because she couldn't sleep, and they'd watch movies with her or play games. They were amazing friends, even if they were assholes sometimes, and she did not really repay them all that well.

As they stepped inside, the blonde girl corrected, "Stiles and Wren."

"Key?" the woman exclaimed, glancing down at the Stilinski boy's hand at what he just used to open the door. She had her scrubs on and her bag in hand, so she must have been headed to the hospital.

Stiles just nodded like it wasn't a really creepy thing to had. "Yeah, I had one made, so— Wren's got one too." When he first gave her that key, the Carter girl had thought it was really strange, but it had proven to come in handy some nights.

"That doesn't surprise me. It scares me, but it doesn't surprise me," Melissa muttered, and she seemed ever-so-slightly concerned. She then gestured to the black duffel bag in Stiles' hand, the one that she could hear jingling as he swung it back and forth. "What's that?"

"Uh, school project," he answered smoothly. It was really supplies, but she did not need to know that. Stiles then just nodded at her and continued up the stairs towards Scott's room.

The blonde girl was about to follow him when her friend's mother stopped her, her voice anxious and worried. She questioned, "Wren, he's okay, right?"

"Yeah, he's just a little strange sometimes, and he gets really intense about the projects," Wren answered. She thought Melissa would know that Stiles was just an odd ball and got nervous for no apparent reason. There was a reason this time, but it was definitely not out of character for Stiles to act weird.

"Not Stiles. Scott," the McCall woman corrected, shaking her head. Wren made a face of realization because that made a lot more sense. With all of the werewolf things going on, it made sense that Scott didn't talk to his mother as much anymore. It wasn't a good thing, but Wren understood why. "He just doesn't talk to me that much anymore, not like he used to."

Wren nodded, trying to think of an excuse that would help her but not harm him. She decided to just be vague. "Well, he's had a bit of a rough week..." That was definitely trye with Allison taking a break and everything.

"Yeah. Yeah, I get it. Yeah," she trailed off. She then seemed to snap back to reality, clapping her hand together and getting ready to leave. "Um, okay. Uh, be careful tonight. Full moon."

"Hmm? What? Huh?" Wren responded almost immediately. She said it like she was hinting at something, and it just really threw the girl off guard.

Melissa seemed taken aback by her response, and she explained, "There's a full moon tonight. You should see how the ER gets — brings out all the nutjobs." Wren breathed out a laugh and nodded. "You know, it's, um, actually where they came up with the word 'lunatic.'"

"Have a nice night!" she told the woman, who smiled at her before heading out the door. Once she was gone, Wren sighed in relief before heading up the stairs.

When she stepped inside Scott's room, she was surprised to see him sitting on his chair in the corner while Stiles yammered on about something. "Your mom said you weren't home yet."

"I came in through the window," he informed her, and she just nodded slowly. Why he would come through the window of his own home, she did not know. Maybe he just didn't want to have to talk to his mom, or something.

Stiles shot him a look while throwing the duffel bag on the ground, clearly confused about what was happening as well. He went up about a minute before Wren, but he still had not started setting up. "Okay. Uh, well, let's get this set up. I want you to see what I bought."

"I'm fine. I'm just gonna lock the door and go to bed early tonight," Scott replied blankly. The other two exchanged glances because of the way that he was acting. He definitely seemed like he was going to break out and murder someone.

Wren shook her head. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Yeah," Stiles agreed, seeing the same things that she was. Whatever was happening, their friend was clearly not okay. "'Cause you've got this kind of serial killer look going on in your eyes, and I'm hoping it's the full moon taking effect, 'cause it's really starting to freak me out."

"I'm fine. You guys should go now," the werewolf told them, and that seemed like the dumbest thing they could possible do in that moment. They were not about to let him hurt someone because real Scott would die from the guilt.

However, Wren came up with a plan, and she hoped that Stiles caught along with it. She stood up, running her hands on her pants and pretending like she was about to head out. "All right, we'll leave."

"Well, look, would you just at least look in the bag and see what I brought? You know, maybe you use it, maybe you don't. Sound good?" Stiles questioned. They just needed to get him close enough so that they could strike. He unzipped the bag so that Scott could see what was in it.

Scott got out of the chair and crouched down in front of his friend. He reached into the bag and pulled out the chains before looking up at them with a glare. "You think I'm gonna let you put these on and chain me up like a dog?"

"Actually, no," Wren replied, and that was when the Stilinski boy struck. He pulled some handcuffs out of his pocket and quickly handcuffed Scott to the radiator about a foot away from them. His speed with it was honestly something to be admired, though the girl would never tell him that.

Scott was angrily, to say the least, and he looked up at them and shouted, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Protecting you from yourself..." Stiles answered, shooting to his feet and backing away with Wren so that Scott couldn't reach them. He then added, "...and giving you some payback for making out with Lydia." He sighed, running a hand through his really short hair. Wren stepped back, knowing that this was about to be a rant, and she wanted him to have the full floor."

"You kissed her, Scott! Okay? You kissed Lydia. That's, like, the one girl that I ev... And, you know, the past three hours, Wren's been trying to convince me that you don't mean it, and I've been thinking, 'It's probably just the full moon,' you know? 'He doesn't even know what he's doing, and tomorrow, he'll be totally back to normal. He probably won't even remember what a complete dumbass he's been — a son of a bitch, a freaking unbelievable piece of crap friend.'"

"She kissed me," Scott revealed all of a sudden, and Wren inhaled sharply, knowing that that knowledge was going to hit Stiles hard.

The Stilinski boy froze. "What?"

"I didn't kiss her. She kissed me. She would have done a lot more, too. You should have seen the way she had her hands all over me," the McCall boy teased, and Wren was in complete disbelief. She had never seen him act like that ever. The full moon must be doing something insane. "She would have done anything I wanted. Anything!"

The sheriff's son then just turned on his heel and walked right of the room. Wren scoffed, "You're being a dick, Scott."

"At least I have an excuse," he responded, and she raised her eyebrows. She crouched down so that she was eye level with him. She wanted to see him try to get to her. She had heard every name, every insult, every rumor in the book. There was nothing that he could say to her that she hadn't said to herself. "You're exactly like this half of the time. The other half, you're too annoying to be around."

"Really? That's the best you could do? That's sad, Scotty. I expected more," she informed him with a disappointed sigh and a shake of her head. She then stood back up and stepped outside, closing the door behind her.

About thirty minutes later, he was still bitching and moaning while they sat eating crackers outside his door.

"Guys, please let me out. It's the full moon, I swear. You know I wouldn't do any of this on purpose. Please, Stiles, let me out. It's starting to hurt. It's not like the first time. It's the full moon... it's Allison breaking up with me. I know that it's not just taking a break. She broke up with me. And it's killing me. I feel completely hopeless. Just, please let me out."

"We can't," Stiles responded, and he sounded pained while saying it.

They heard some strange noises and then some grunting, which was odd, and then it went completely silent. The two looked at each other for a moment, waiting for him to start talking again, but no noise came from the room. Wren called, "Scott?"

"Scott, are you okay?" Stiles asked, and when they did not get an answer, they stood up and headed into the room to check on him. "Scott?"

He was gone.