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So, firstly I'm jealous of Lydia for having Stiles' attention, and now I'm jealous of Scott and Allison's relationship? That car wreck of a relationship?

"Super cheesy," I sighed. "But does it have relevance?"

"Well, the night that Lydia was bit, she was with Stiles?" Scott pointed out, proud of himself for putting that together.

Yeah, she was with Stiles. She got to go to the dance with him, and she didn't even appreciate him, just thought of Jackson the whole time. I wish I had been brave enough to ask him before Allison set them up.

Stiles pulled his bag strap up higher on his shoulder, huffing in frustration. "Yeah, but she was looking for Jackson."

Great, so now we had to talk to him again. And I had a very strong feeling that he was not going to be jumping up and down in excitement at the idea of helping us again. Especially if it didn't benefit him in some way.

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Later that day Scott, Stiles and I sat in Mr. Harris' chemistry class, waiting for Harris to arrive.

"So, how did the talk with Jackson go?" I asked the boys.

Stiles sat beside me, and Scott sat at the table in front of us. Scott spun around in his chair so that we could all talk.

"Well, first of all, Coach has got the whole team signed up to search for Lydia tonight, so hopefully she won't be missing much longer," Stiles grinned.

I smiled encouragingly, "That's good. Now, the talk with Jackson?"

Stiles nodded, "Right, so we asked him and told him about how we thought she might be turning, and he didn't seem to care."

"Shocker."

"That's what we figured would happen," Scott agreed. "But that wasn't even the worst part."

"Jackson not caring that his girlfriend is missing isn't the worst part?" I asked. "I find that a little hard to believe; even for Jackson."

Scott looked around the room, making sure that no one was listening in on us. "Yeah, well he warned us. He thinks that if Lydia's changing, then she doesn't need help. We do."

"What? Why?" I glanced from one boy to the other, noticing that Stiles had gone a bit red. "What did he say?"

"He said we had it backwards, and that if we think about what she does without claws, then we can only imagine what she might do with real ones."

Harris arrived in the classroom and handed around a test. Great, what a lovely start to class.

Stiles groaned in frustration, "All right, it's causing me severe mental anguish to say this, but he's right."

"He is," I nodded slowly, thinking things through. "But we still need to help her."

"I know," Scott sighed.

"What if the next body part she steals is from someone who's still alive?" Stiles asked, the worry clear in his eyes.

Harris called across the class to Stiles, "This is a pop quiz, Mr. Stilinski. If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career."

Stiles' eyebrows raised, "Can you do that?"

"Stop talking, you're just gonna get yourself in more trouble," I leaned over and said to him.

"Well, there it is again," Harris sad in a faux shock. "Your voice. Triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently. I'll see you at three for detention. And you, Miss Winters, if I see you talking again you'll join him."

I rolled my eyes, detaining the urge to say something snarky back. He was definitely my least favorite teacher. I swear, he hates teenagers; I couldn't understand why he worked here.

Scott looked back at the both of us, which caught Harris' attention immediately. "You too, Mr. McCall?"

He looked at Harris, shaking his head, "No, sir."

We started our tests when moments later, Jackson ran out of the room, holding onto his nose. What had just happened?

I glanced backwards at where Jackson had been sitting, a table at the back of the classroom with Danny. His test paper remained on the table splattered with black dots.

♡♢♤♧

"Any news about Lydia?" I asked Allison as she opened her locker.

Class was over and we were preparing to leave, Allison just needed to grab her dress.

Her parents had banned her from speaking to Scott because of the whole werewolf thing but technically, other than knowing Scott, there was nothing keeping me from talking to her.

"No, nothing. I've tried to find out if my dad knows anything, but he's keeping me as far out of it as possible." Allison rested her hand against the locker beside her, sighing. "What if we don't find her?"

I placed my hand on her arm, smiling, "We will. I promise."

She stared at the dress in her locker, "Will you come to the funeral?"

"I, uh, I don't think that's such a good idea. I'm lucky enough your parents are allowing me to talk to you, I don't want to push it."

I didn't want her to be alone, but I didn't really have a choice. Allison is my friend, and I don't want to be forced to ignore her.

"I understand."
She pulled her dress out of her locker, when she spotted something stuck in the door. A note. Lifting it out, Allison unfolded it and I happened to see what was written on it.

'Because I love you.'

It had to be Scott. No one else would leave Allison that note as far as I knew, since she hadn't dated anyone other than Scott at Beacon Hills.

She smiled widely, and I couldn't help but do the same. I loved seeing my friends happy, especially with everything that's going on right now. Allison stuck the note back into her locker, and shut it.

"Nice dress."

We both turned to see Matt Daehler, a boy who is in a couple of our classes. I don't really know him that well, mainly because he seemed to have a grudge against everyone. I know it's rude to make assumptions, but the way he looked at everyone in this school was slightly unsettling.

Allison grinned kindly, looking down at Matt's hands, which held an expensive looking camera.
"Nice camera."

Matt smiled, looking Allison up and down as the girl went back into her locker.
Shaking my head and grabbing my friends arm, I glanced at Matt.
"Nice try."

I shut Allison's locker, and pulled her down the hall a bit, just so we weren't right next to him.

Allison looked at me strangely, "What?"

"You obviously didn't see the way he was looking at you. Of course you didn't, you were looking in your locker," I explained, sighing.

We stopped talking when we heard some girls speaking across the hall.
"Not her sister, her aunt." They were talking about Kate and the murders. "The one who murdered all those people."

"You mean the crazy bitch who killed all those people?" The other girl corrected.

I turned around to see them both grinning, and then back to my friend, whose face was saying that she wanted to go and hide beneath a rock.

The second girl continued, "Yeah, the fire, all those animal attacks. It was her aunt."

I grabbed onto Allison's hand, trying to be supportive. "Just ignore them. They have no idea what they're talking about."

"Are you kidding?" The first girl exclaimed. "I sit next to her in English."

"Find a new seat."

They both had burst into laughter, and I saw how mortified Allison looked. I let go of her hand and spun around to face the two girls.
"Hey, why don't you put away the pitchforks and leave?"

They both walked off, sneering in my general direction. When I looked back, Allison was gone. Glancing around the hallway, I noticed Matt staring at me. When he saw me look back, he picked up his bag and walked off.

Why was everyone in this school so damn weird?

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School had went very, very slowly.

The bell had went, but Stiles was still stuck in detention. Scott wanted to meet up with Allison before the funeral, but unfortunately her parents wanted her home straight away.

Therefore, Scott and I had ended up having to go to the funeral without Stiles. It didn't matter though, he said he would be right there after his detention; which should have ended already.

What was taking him so long to get here?

Scott and I were kneeling behind a very large tombstone, watching as the Argent family arrived for Kate's funeral. I only told Allison that I couldn't attend with her, I never said I wouldn't be there at all.

The crowd was large; paparazzi everywhere, all itching to get the first scoop on the funeral of the woman who went around killing people. Even if half of those murders were committed by a psychotic werewolf.

Someone in the crowd caught my eye. Matt Daehler. He was everywhere today.
He had his camera out, and had snuck past the barricade in order to get better pictures. I knew he didn't work for any newspapers or anything, so why was he here taking photos?

Suddenly, a man dressed in a suit with white hair grabbed Matt's camera by the lens and pulled it out of his hands.
All the reporters and cameramen surrounding them froze, watching the scene unfold.

"This looks expensive," The man stated, examining the camera.

The crowd had erupted into low murmurs, all confused and shocked at the man taking Matt's camera from him.

"Yeah, nine-hundred bucks," Matt said, his eyes not leaving his prized possession.

The man took out the memory card, holding it up between their faces. "And how expensive is this?"

Matt didn't have a chance to respond, before the man snapped the card in half, dropping it to the cemetery ground. He then held the camera back out to Matt, who took it, before walking away looking devastated.

I don't blame him; nine-hundred dollars is a lot of money. I could only imagine how much that card had cost him.

"Poor Matt," I whispered, slightly shocked considering I had brushed him off only hours earlier.

The man walked over to the Argents, embracing Mr Argent, "Christopher."

Mr Argent accepted the gesture, "Gerard."

Gerard? Who was this guy.

He proceeded over to Mrs Argent, who offered her apologies, which he didn't respond to.

I suddenly felt someone leaning over my shoulder, and I turned around quickly. Too quickly, as Stiles and I headbutted.
"Damn it, Stiles! Personal space! Where have you been?"

We both rubbed our foreheads, as he looked over to the funeral. "I'll explain later."

The man was staring down at Allison. "Do you remember me?"

She seemed to take a moment to try, and ended up nodding her head.

"Who the hell is that?" Stiles asked, a hand still to his head.

The man and Mr Argent looked in our direction, and we all quickly leaned back behind the angel, praying that they hadn't seen us.

"He's definitely an Argent," Scott muttered.

Balancing myself so I didn't fall and give us away, I took a deep breath, "That's an understatement."
Were all Argents this scary? Excluding Allison, of course.

We gave it a few more seconds, before resuming spying on them.

"Considering I haven't seen you since you were three," The presumed Argent said to Allison, "I don't suppose I can assume you'd call me Grandpa."

Allison smiled awkwardly, avoiding the man's eyes. He nodded, "So, if it's uncomfortable, call me Gerard for the time being. But I'd prefer Grandpa."

The younger Argent peered over at us, and Scott gave her a wave to reassure her that we were here for her.

"He's her Grandpa?" I whispered

Scott nodded, before looking at me, confused. "Wait, you heard all of that?"

I cocked my head to the side, "Yeah, why?"

"Riley," Scott said in a low voice, "Look how far away they are. You couldn't have heard what they said. Unless . . ."

He didn't finish. We both knew what he was thinking.

I should've just said I assumed it was him.

"Don't be ridiculous," I scoffed, shaking my head. There was no way I could be like Scott. No way. Maybe they were talking really loudly.

But maybe they weren't.

My wrist, being able to hear that conversation. What if something was happening to me?

Stiles, bless his soul, came to my rescue as he changed the topic. Although, knowing Stiles, he'd definitely bring it back up again in the near future.
"Hey, you know, maybe they're just here for the funeral. I mean, what if they're the non-hunting side of the family? There could be non-hunting Argents. That's possible, right?"

It was a definite stretch.

"I know what they are," Scott claimed, rotating back to the Argents. "They're reinforcements."

Suddenly, the boys were no longer by my side. "What are you two doi-" I looked up to see Sheriff Stilinski holding Stiles and Scott by the backs of their jackets. "Shit."

"The three of you," He growled. I took this as my cue to stand up. "Unbelievable. Pick up my tie."

I had put my hand up, offering to do so, before quickly picking it up and following after the Sheriff as he dragged the two boys away from the funeral.

We sat in the back of the Sheriff's patrol car, waiting for him to take us all home, when the radio buzzed to life.
'Four-one-five Adam.'

The Sheriff picked up his receiver and replied to the person on the other end, speaking in a clear voice. "I didn't copy that. Did you say four-one-five Adam?"

"Disturbance in a car," Stiles whispered in my ear. Since I was seated in the middle, I then passed the message on to Scott.

'They were taking a heart attack victim. D.O.A. But on the way to the hospital, something hit 'em.'

"What, hit the ambulance?" Sheriff Stilinski asked in disbelief.

All three of us were listening intently, leaning forward to hear better

'Copy that. I'm standing in front of it now. Something got in the back. There's blood everywhere. And I mean everywhere.'

"All right, unit four, what's your twenty?" The Sheriff asked calmly.

'Route five and post. I swear, I've never seen anything like this.'

We all gave each other a knowing look. It was something supernatural. It had to be.

Without a word, we carefully and quietly opened the door, slipping out of the car and running after Stiles as he lead us to his Jeep.

We drove directly to the destination the man had given the Sheriff. By the time we got there and got out of the car, running through the foliage until we arrived at the sight of the accident, it was dark.

Scott slowed down, kneeling down behind a slope and Stiles and I did the same, so that we wouldn't be seen.

"What is Lydia doing?" Stiles asked, his voice strained.

I didn't answer, and neither did Scott. The ambulance was worse then how the officer had described it. The doors were open wide, blood splattered everywhere, a body torn open. It was horrible.

"I don't know," Scott replied, not wanting to leave Stiles unanswered.

I gulped, unable to tear my eyes away from the ambulance. "What did you do when you were first turning, Scott? How did you keep yourself from hurting people like that?"

"Was it Allison?" Stiles tacked on.

Scott continued to stare at the ambulance. "I hope so."

Stiles pursed his lips, shaking his head. He looked so sad. So disappointed.
"Do you need to get closer?"

The other boy sniffed the air, trying to latch on to a scent. "No, I got it."

"Let's get out of here then." I didn't want to keep looking at that.

We went to leave, when Stiles grabbed on to Scott. "Just . . . I just need you to find her. All right? Please, just - just find her."

I felt my throat grow tight, and my heart speed up as it shattered slowly.

"I will," Scott promised. And then we finally left.

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Scott had gone off to follow the scent, and Stiles and I had remained at the ambulance, waiting on the arrival of the Sheriff. He would have known that we would come here, so there was no point in pretending we didn't.

Stiles and I stood a couple of meters away from the Sheriff and the ambulance talking quietly.

"It just, it feels likes they're never going to find her."

I pushed my ego aside and pulled myself together to comfort my friend. This was no time to be jealous. "Stiles, your dad is an awesome cop. If anyone can find her, it's him. And if he can't, we've always got a werewolf backup. Don't worry. She's not going to be missing much longer."

He smiled at me, enveloping me in an embrace. I immediately wrapped my arms around him also, breathing him in. Being in his arms was so comforting. I didn't want to leave.

"Stiles," I murmured into his ear. "I need to tell you something."
This was it. It had to be. It was probably really bad timing, but I couldn't keep doing this.

He pulled away, his eyebrows knitting together in concern. "What's going on?"

I took a deep breath, readying myself. "Well, recently my eyes have been opened to certain things that I never would have considered before, and it was just so much to take in, and I didn't know how to handle it. But, I've realized that you're not supposed to handle something like this, you're just supposed to do it. And that's exactly what I'm about to do."

I looked up at him, to see that he wasn't even paying attention to me. "Stiles? I'm trying to tell you something really important here. Stiles?"

"Lydia?" He said.

"No," I breathed. "That's just it. Lydia. She's not right for -"

"Lydia," He repeated stepping around me to look into the trees.

I turned around to see what he was talking about. And, wouldn't you know it, Lydia was emerging from the trees just as I was about to tell Stiles about my feelings.

She looked awful, covered in dirt and her hair matted, as she held her arms up in front of her naked body. The only thing she was wearing was her wristband from the hospital.

"Lydia!" Stiles shouted, causing her to stare up at us all, her eyes wide.

"Well . . ." She began groggily, throwing her hands up in the air, "Is anyone gonna get me a coat?"

Stiles went to pull off his father's coat, whilst continuing to stare at Lydia's naked body. He ended up slipping and falling to the ground.

The Sheriff shook his head slowly, shrugging off his coat. I walked up to him, noticing his face. I held my hand out, "Here, Sheriff. I'll get her."

He nodded in thanks, handing his coat over.

I took it from his hands and jogged over to my friend. "Lydia? Lydia, are you okay?"

She was shivering as I reached around her body to help her put her arms through the sleeves of the coat. The poor girl was on the verge of tears, her eyes rapidly searching mine.

Shaking her head slowly, she wiped her eyes, before pushing herself forward and hugging me tightly. At first, I was a bit uncomfortable - I wasn't used to human contact - but eventually I sighed and hugged her back. She truly was my friend, and I was glad for it.

I ran my hand through her hair as she cried onto my shoulder, making those noises you do to calm a child.
"You're okay. You're okay. We found you; you're going to be okay."

Even I didn't believe me, but for now it would have to do.