THE NEXT TIME THEY SAW THEIR BEST FRIEND WAS AT THE LACROSSE GAME. Stiles had suggested that they wait until the game until they got worried because he was almost totally sure that there was no way that Scott would miss the first game of the season with his new talent. He had been right, and Wren was not too surprised when she saw the McCall boy walking onto the field with the rest of the guys from where she sat between Melissa McCall and Noah Stilinski.

As Stiles made his way toward the bench, he caught the blonde girl's eye and waved at her, shouting and pointing to their friend on the field. "Wren! I found him! I found Scott! I told you he'd be here!" He kept shouting and jumping, even though she was only a couple of yards away from him. She just shot him a sarcastic thumbs up and a nod before turning back to the game.

"I'm going to go see how Scott's doing," the Carter girl informed the adults on either side of her. They nodded, and she slid out and did some parkour over people to get to the bottom. She was walking up to the McCall boy, but a redheaded girl got there first.

"Scott!" Lydia greeted, walking over to him. She grabbed him aggressively by the front of his jersey to pull him closer to her. Wren watched them with a very freaked out expression on her face. She thought that Lydia would not be caught dead talking to Scott, but apparently, the lacrosse fame did wonders for weirdos. "I just want you to remember one thing for tonight. Nobody likes a loser."

She released him after speaking extremely aggressively. She patronizingly patted him on the chest before walking away and joining Allison in the stands. Wren watched her go, a bit concerned, before approaching Scott. "She's such a bitch." Wren really could not be talking, but she had a reason to hate Lydia.

"She's not that bad," Scott shrugged. Wren glared at him because after her loyalty for all these years, she expected him to at least pretend to hate her enemy. "I'm sorry. She sucks," he corrected, and she smiled and nodded in content. "Well, I gotta go."

"Hey, good luck!" Wren started to say, but he was already halfway on the field. She frowned because he had disappeared without an explanation and then did not even say anything about it. He had been so bipolar lately,and that was coming from her. She sighed and headed back to her seat, hoping that his rudeness toward her and Stiles would wear off soon.

The game began, and it became clear very soon why Derek did not want Scott to play. He had gotten scarily close to turning multiple times, and Wren could see his golden eyes from there. Whatever he was doing was terrifying the other team enough that one of them just gave him the ball. In the end, it led to a win, but Wren was starting to worry that maybe Scott needed to take a break from lacrosse and everything for a little while.

She and Stiles found him in the locker room while everyone else was celebrating. They were about to say something when they realized that he was not alone. Both of their eyes widened when they saw his lips intertwined with Allison's. Stiles silently yelled and ducked behind the lockers, but Wren just froze for a second. Of course, she knew that Scott had a monster crush on the girl, but it had never really registered in her brain until that moment.

She didn't move until Stiles grabbed her arm and tried to pull her behind the locker with him. She resisted, however, refusing to hide in the locker room while Allison and Scott had sex in the showers. She cleared her throat loudly, causing the two to pull away. The Argent girl's face turned red, and Scott shot her a glare. Wren just rolled her eyes because he was the one that disappeared and did not think to shoot them a text assuring them that he had not decided to live in a cave for the rest of his life.

"Hey, sorry," Allison told Wren as she headed toward the door. The blonde girl offered a smile back, but a frown soon replaced it when she turned back to the McCall boy. As the Argent girl passed Stiles, who had clearly not been slick enough when hiding, she greeted, "Hi, Stiles."

The Stilinski boy just waved awkwardly as she passed. Once she was gone, he rolled his eyes while Scott, dazed in the afterglow of his romantic interlude with Allison, walked over to him with the cheesiest grin on his face. It made Wren want to slap him out of it. "I kissed her. She kissed me."

"We saw," the Carter girl informed him, and he seemed to snap out of his trance for a moment to look at her, wondering why she was being so rude. However, he shook it off soon because he was so happy about being kissed.

He was also excited because despite the fact that he had started transitioning, he somehow got back to normal without anyone really seeing him. "I don't know how, but I controlled it. I pulled it back. Maybe I can do this? Maybe it's not that bad?"

Stiles and Wren glanced at each other because they had some news that they needed to tell him, but they did not want to ruin his mood. Well, Wren kind of did, but that was just because she felt like being annoying. "We'll talk later, then..." she trailed off, about to turn to leave before she went off on Scott. Stiles patted Scott on the shoulder affectionately, but Scott, still able to read his friends perfectly in spite of his many current distractions, grabbed them by the shoulders and forced both of them to spin back around.

"What?" he asked, knowing that something was wrong by the look on their faces.

Stiles sighed, glancing at the blonde girl. "The, uh, medical examiner looked at the other half of the body we found..." He paused for a second."Well, I'll keep it simple. Medical examiner determines killer of girl to be animal, not human. Derek's human, not animal. Derek? Not killer. Derek? Let out of jail."

"Are you kidding?" Scott exclaimed. That was really not good, especially since Derek threatened him if he participated in the lacrosse game.

Wren grimaced because this news unsettled her almost as much as it did Scott. She continued, "And to make things worse, Stiles' dad ID'd the body, and her name was Laura Hale." Scott furrowed her eyebrows, and she confirmed what he was thinking, "Derek's sister."

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CHEMISTRY WAS THE CLASS THAT MADE WREN WANT TO THROW HERSELF OUT THE WINDOW. The only thing that made it better was that it was one of the classes that she had with Scott and Stiles. The McCall boy had just explained this nightmare that he had in which he was hanging out with Allison and then ended up probably killing her in a school bus. Was it so totally random? Yes.

Until they looked outside and saw police and EMS surrounding a bloody school bus.

Mr. Harris — the biggest asshole that a teacher could be — was writing notes on the chalkboard at the front of that class while a beaker full of some chemical bubbled on a stand, hanging over a bunsen burner. Scott, who was freaking out, sighed, "Maybe it was my blood on the door..."

"Could have been animal blood," Stiles suggested with a shrug, and Wren nodded because that was totally possible.

"Yeah, just because you dreamed it was her doesn't mean it actually was," she assured him. She saw Allison's dad at the lacrosse game, and he seemed like the kind of guy to have alarms on every window and door in the house. The chances that she would be able to sneak out were probably very slim. "Maybe you caught a rabbit or something and ate it?"

Scott seemed completely terrified by this option, and his jaw dropped as his tongue felt around his mouth to try and see if he could taste any rabbit essence. Wren just shook her head at him because he was such a dumbass. He exclaimed, "Raw?"

"No, you stopped to bake it in a little Werewolf oven!" Stiles replied sarcastically, which made the blonde girl giggle a little bit. "I don't know, you're the one who can't remember anything." Scott was still horrified by the idea of him eating a raw rabbit. Wren's smile was immediately wiped from her face when she noticed that Mr. Harris was staring at them with his hands on his hips. Her heart stopped because he was the kind of teacher to end up on national news for stabbing a student.

"Mr. Stilinski, if that's your idea of a hushed whisper, you might want to pull the headphones out every once in a while," Harris informed the boy who had just been speaking. "I think you, Mr. McCall, and Ms. Carter would benefit from a little distance, yes?"

Wren began shaking her head aggressively, praying that he wouldn't separate them because they were her only salvation in that class. He pointed at Scott and then an empty desk in the front of the class before doing the same with the other two, switching them around with other people so that they were the furthest they could possibly be from one another.

"Let me know if the separation anxiety gets to be too much," the teacher told them smugly, and Wren fought the urge to roll her eyes. She smiled contently, though, because she was placed across from Danny who always told her all the gossip he had.

They were all beginning to settle down when all of a sudden, there was yelling outside. Every single person in the class jumped to their feet and ran over to the windows to see what was going on. Harris looked like he was going to kill himself but said nothing because he was probably also interested. Outside in the parking lot, two paramedics were quickly wheeling a stretched onto an ambulance. There was a middle-aged man on the stretcher, and he was not moving. Scott glanced at the Carter girl and muttered, "That's not a rabbit."

And then the man screamed, indicating to them that he was not dead. He shot up into a seated position and grabbed the shoulder of the paramedics on either side of him. The McCall boy was too upset from the sight that he had to turn away. Stiles and Wren made eye contact before rushing to his side.

"This is good. This is good! He got up, he's not dead. Dead guys can't do that," Stiles pointed out.

The fact that the man was not dead did not seem to ease Scott's nerves. In fact, he seemed even more freaked out. He slowly looked up at them with a panicked expression on his face. "Guys, I did that."