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After I finished having dinner with my mother, I went upstairs to my bedroom and unpacked my schoolbag. I ended up sitting at my desk studying for several hours. We hadn't received a lot of homework, but I'd rather be a bit ahead, then be falling behind when the year had barely begun.

A couple of hours went by, before I put away my books and turned on my bedroom television to watch some more Supernatural.

Half-way through an episode, my phone started ringing. Since Isaac had told me that he would call me later, I hadn't bothered to actually read the caller ID.

"Hey babe, how was the rest of your day?" I asked sweetly. The line remained silent, but I could hear someone breathing on the other end. My eyes went wide, as I pulled the phone away to check the ID.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I saw that it was only Stiles. That could have been really embarrassing if it were someone else.
"Oh, my gosh, sorry Stiles, I thought you were Isaac. I didn't check the screen first," I laughed.

I could just imagine him, stuttering awkwardly wherever he was – most likely his bedroom - trying to figure out what to say in response to me calling him 'babe' accidently.

"Oh. Right. Okay. Uh, anyway, there's something important I need to talk to you about. It's about Scott. I've spoken to my dad. They said something about the body, something about what they found on it-" He spat out in a massive mouthful.

"Stiles, slow down. How much Adderall have you had?" I looked over to the clock on the bedside table. "And what's so important that you had to call at midnight?"

"I had some earlier, and I couldn't sleep because my dad was at work late, anyway, he came home and told me what he found out and-"

"You mean you pestered him until he told you?" I butted in. Stiles wasn't one to back-off when it came to details of police cases that grasped his attention.

He started making shushing sounds as he continued, "Details, details. Anyway, the results from the lab came back about the hair they found on the dead body, and you'll never believe what they came back as!"

We sat quietly for a moment, before I sighed tiredly, "My silence is your cue, Stiles."

"Right. Well it was wolf hair, Riley! Wolf hair! You know what that means?"

"No unicorns?" I responded. Technically, I wasn't wrong.

Stiles coughed a little, "Well, yeah. Kinda. But it's something else. I think there are werewolves in Beacon Hills."

"Stiles-"

"I'm serious, okay? I mean, you know how weird this town is. And I don't think it's a coincidence that wolves are suddenly in town. Please believe me, Riley. I need someone to believe me."

Breathing out slowly, I accepted defeat, "Alright. Well, what are we going to do?"

"We need to convince Scott. He needs to believe what's going on."

I groaned as I sat up in my bed, "Why couldn't you call him?"

"Because, you've got a more believable voice," he replied, as if that were a plausible excuse for not calling Scott himself.

"Right. Why don't we just do a group call or something?"

The line went silent for a moment, and I could only hear Stiles breathing, before he spoke again. "I didn't actually think of that. That's a good idea. Let's try that." I heard beeping as Stiles called Scott, adding him to our call.

After a few beeps, the call gave up, informing us that Scott couldn't get to the phone.

"Maybe he's asleep," I said. "Like I would like to be right now."

Stiles groaned, annoyed at his friend for not picking up the phone. "Fine, but we will be talking about this tomorrow!"

"I expected nothing less. Now, good-night, Stiles."

"Night, Riley."

♡♢♤♧

The next morning, I woke up extremely tired. I had only had, like, two hours of sleep last night. I had been too busy worrying about Scott to be able to get any sleep. I ended up grabbing my book and sitting in bed reading. I had finished reading it at five a.m., leaving two hours of sleep before I had to get up to get ready for school.

When I woke up, I took a shower and got dressed. I pulled on some heeled ankle boots, jeans, dark floral shirt, and my red leather jacket.

I picked up my school bag and headed out of my room. My mother was already in the kitchen eating her breakfast. As I walked down stairs, she smiled up at me.
"Good morning. Are you off to school?"

"Morning, mum," I smiled. "Yeah, I'm just going to grab something from the pantry and eat it on the way."

"Will I see you tonight?"

I found some muffins in the pantry so I took one of those out and turned back to my mom. "That party's on tonight, so probably not. I'll see you in the morning though."

She grinned. "That's fine, have a good day."

"You too."

I went outside and got into my car. After my parents broke up, my dad was always trying to apologize. Apparently, he thought things were more important than words, so he bought me a car. I'm not his biggest fan at the moment, but I'm not going to turn down a free car either.

I drive a 2008 black Ford Fiesta, which I must admit, I love. I'd never tell him that, though.

When I arrived at the school, I immediately headed to the lacrosse field to meet Stiles and, hopefully, Scott; if he's not still missing.

Stiles ran up to me, and grabbed onto my arm. Thankfully, it was the one without my stitches.

"Riley, hey, did you speak to Scott about what we spoke about?"

I shook my head, "Sorry, I didn't try calling him again. Why? Is he here?"
We took a quick glance around the field, to see Scott making his way over to play the match.

Stiles dropped my arm, sprinting for his best friend, with me trailing close behind.
"Scott! Scott, wait up."

Scott looked shocked, and that's an understatement, "Stiles, I'm playing the first elimination, man, can it wait?"

"Just hold on, okay?" Stiles persisted, "I overheard my dad on the phone. The fibre analysis came back from the lab in LA. They found animal hairs on the body from the woods!"

Scott shook his head, and looked over to the boys running out to play, "Stiles, I gotta go."

By that point, I was standing beside them, "Wait, no. Scott!"

Stiles reached for him, but he was gone, "You're not going to believe what the animal was!" He took a breath, while he whispered that it was a wolf, even after Scott was long out of earshot.

"Just tell him after the game, Stiles. It can wait." I put an arm around him, before telling him to go and play.

I turned around, jogged up through the bleachers, and managed to find a free spot next to a girl with dark hair and pale skin. The new girl, it just so happened.

Coach shouted something, and the team separated, some leaving to play, while others took the bench.

I ran my eyes over all of the boys. Isaac was away again today. Why couldn't he just tell me what's going on?

"Hey, I'm Allison."

I mean seriously! I was his girlfriend! If something's wrong, he should be able to confide in me! Doesn't he trust me?
I jumped when I felt someone lightly tap my arm.

"Sorry, you looked like you were about to pass out. Uh, I'm Allison."

"Thanks. I guess. I'm Riley."

"Nice to meet you," she looked down towards the lacrosse game playing out on the field before us.
"You know anyone on the team, or are you just here to watch?"

I chuckled, "I've got my two best friends, and boyfriend on the team, actually."

"Really? Which ones?"

I bit my lip, before beginning to point them out, "That one is Scott, and that one on the bench, is Stiles; my two best friends; and my boyfriend isn't here today actually."

Allison's mouth hung slightly agape, "Oh, you know him?"

We both looked over, to see Scott waiting to be passed the ball.
"Yeah. Why?" Allison looked away all of a sudden, an easy-to-spot redness taking over her pale cheeks.
"I can put in a good word for you, if you like?"

"What?" She panicked. "No. No I-" The crowd erupted into cheers as Scott scored a goal after flipping over the top of, like, three guys. What the hell wad going on? How did he get so good at lacrosse?

We were all cheering, when Coach called Scott over.
"What in God's name was that? This is a lacrosse field. What, are you trying out for the gymnastics team?"

"No, Coach," He deadpanned.

"What the hell was that?" Coach Finstock shouted, gesturing to the field.

Scott looked like he's running out of ideas, "I don't know. I was just trying to make the shot."

"Yeah, well, you made the shot." Suddenly, Coach was smiling, "And guess what? You're startin', buddy. You made first line."

I immediately stood up, applauding my best friend. Allison and the rest of the crowd was also cheering him on. Everyone, except Stiles. Was this the werewolf thing again?

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That afternoon, I got home and turned Supernatural back on, prepared to finish the season that I had currently been watching. I couldn't help but think about what Stiles had been saying.

Could there be any credibility to his theory? Could werewolves actually exist? And could Scott McCall really be one?

My head began to spin, so much in fact, that I couldn't even concentrate on the show in front of me. Sighing, I switched the television off, and decided to prepare for the party that was occurring that night.

I hoped Isaac still went. He didn't seem very sure at the field.

I walked over to my closet, sifting through my array of clothing. Finally, I got dressed into a black crop top, dark blue denim jeans, teal jacket, silver chain necklace and a pair of black combat boots.

After doing my hair and makeup – putting on some dark red lipstick - I made my way over to Stiles' house.

When I arrived, the door was unlocked, so I walked in. Stiles' father was the Sheriff, so he's always working during the day. I walked upstairs and down the hall, before knocking on the door of the bedroom, which belonged to the boy with the buzz cut.

He opened the door, mouth open as if preparing to talk, before his shoulders drooped and he sighed, "Come in."

I scoffed lightly, "Sorry to disappoint."

"No, I didn't mean it that way," he quickly turned to face me. "I thought that you were Scott."

"Well, I'm definitely not Scott. Besides, I'm more fun to be around," I joked. Stiles said something under his breath, which I just missed. "What?"

"Nothing. Nothing. You know when Scott is going to show up?"

"Probably after he gets ready. He's taking longer than both of us put together to get ready for this party. He's really excited about his date with Allison."

Stiles groaned, before flopping back into his desk chair.

"What's up grumpy?"

He craned his head back forward to look me in the eyes, "I don't think this party is a good idea. It's a full moon tonight."

"Stiles, I honestly think that things will be fine. I'm on your side with this whole safety thing, but I don't want to rain on his parade or anything like that."

Stiles groaned, "Believe me, neither do I. But if I don't do something, someone could get hurt."

I took a moment to consider what he was trying to tell me. "Better safe than sorry. Tell me what I need to do."

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The two of us spoke for at least half an hour, deciding how to go about the little situation that we had found ourselves in. We finally decided just to tell Scott.

"It's better to be honest with him from the beginning. I don't want to lie to him," I told Stiles.

Stiles nodded, before he turned back to his computer, printing out a few more things, just as someone knocked on the door.
Stiles jumped, nearly spilling all his notes and pictures everywhere. He got up from his chair, opening the door, to reveal a smiling Scott.

Sighing, Stiles walked back into his room, "Get in. You gotta see this thing." He quickly shut the door, "I've been up all night reading. Websites, books. All this information."

"How much Adderall have you had today?"

"A lot. Doesn't matter. Okay, just listen."

Scott took his bag off, and sat beside me on Stiles' bed, "Oh, is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?"

"No, they're still questioning people, even Derek Hale."

"The Derek Hale who we saw in the woods the other day," I jumped in, clarifying in case Scott was unsure.

"Yes. But that's not it, okay? Remember the joke from the other day, Scott?" Stiles asked, slightly with a scary sort of calm. "Not a joke anymore. The wolf. The bite in the woods. I started doing all this reading. Do you guys even know why a wolf howls?" He stood up.

"Should we?" Scott asked his jumpy friend.

"It's a signal, okay? When a wolf's alone, it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack. So if you heard a wolf howling, that means others could have been nearby. Maybe even a whole pack of 'em"

"A whole pack of wolves?"

I rolled my eyes, a little annoyed that he didn't seem to be catching on very fast. "No, werewolves." I can't believe that we've actually gotten to a point in our lives where this is a conversation that we actually had to have.

This can't be what other teenagers talked about.

"Are you kidding me, Riley? You're in on this too?" The boy groaned. "Seriously, guys? You do know I'm picking up Allison in an hour."

"We saw you on the field today Scott. That wasn't just a good shot, it was an impossible shot."

Stiles nodded, "Yes. I mean, the way you moved, your speed, your reflexes. People can't just suddenly do that overnight. And there's the vision and the senses, and don't even think I don't notice you don't need your inhaler anymore."

"Okay!" Scott shouted, "Dude, I can't think about this now. We'll talk tomorrow."

"Scott, I don't think this can wait until tomorrow. It's kind of important." I said loud enough that he would actually pay attention this time. "And if Stiles is right, the full moon is tonight!"

"What are you guys trying to do? I just made first line. I got a date with a girl who I can't believe wants to go out with me, and everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it?"

Stiles spun in his chair, "We're trying to help. You're cursed, Scott. You know, and it's not just that the moon will cause you to physically change. It also just so happens to be when your bloodlust will be at its peak."

"Bloodlust?"
I couldn't see Scott's face, but I could almost feel that he was rolling his eyes at our friend.

"Yeah, your urge to kill."

"I'm already starting to feel an urge to kill, Stiles," Scott claimed.

"You gotta hear this," he said as he listed what could cause a change, then going on to say how Allison did that to him more than anyone. He said about cancelling the date, before reaching for Scott's bag.

"No, give it to me!" Scott yelled, slamming Stiles up against a wall.

"Scott!" I screamed. I grabbed his arm as he held it up to punch Stiles, but he just threw his arm back, sending me falling against Stiles' desk, before crumpling to the floor.

Grunting, Scott let go of Stiles, giving me barely any time to scramble out of the way, before he pushed the desk chair to the floor.

Scott looked at each of us one at a time. "I'm sorry." Stiles and I had both remained still, unsure of how we were supposed to reply.
Scott stepped back, stammering, "I gotta go get ready for that party."

Stiles slumped a little as he was released, but he didn't move towards Scott, nor did he make a sound. Scott picked up his bag off of Stiles' bed, before walking over to me and putting out his hand, offering to help me up.

I felt my hip aching from where I had hit it on the desk, and I did want to get up, but I couldn't even look him in the eyes after what he just did.

When Scott realized that, he bit his lip, dropped his hand, and walked over to the door. One last 'I'm sorry', and he was gone.

I looked up, to see Stiles smack his head against the wall. The boy breathed out, before rushing over to me quickly and kneeling down.

"Are you okay?"
How to answer that question. Was there an answer? Our best friend had just assaulted us both, and I was pretty sure that hitting the desk and falling, was going to leave a lovely bruise on my side.

At least I didn't pull my stitches out.

When I didn't reply, Stiles wrapped me in a hug and sighed, "Me too."

He was such a good friend. So understanding.

He helped me off of the floor, lifting the desk chair for me to sit on. As he spun it, his mouth fell open, eyes bulging.

I fall in line with him behind the chair, to see three large tears across the back, where Scott's hand had connected with the chair's surface. We glanced at each other, knowing it was certain now. Stiles had to be right.

Or Scott has really long fingernails.

I went to walk away, but stumbled at the pain in my side.

"Riley, are you okay?" Stiles asked, concern clear in his voice. I lifted my shirt a little bit to uncover my side and tenderly touched my fingers to my skin, pressing lightly to see if it hurt.

You'd think a fall like that would have done worse. I did, however, feel a soft stinging travelling up my rib cage, but it wasn't that bad.
"I'm good. Just a bruise. I'll live. What about you, are you-"

But I didn't get to finish my sentence. "I'm fine," Stiles muttered as he softly trailed his fingered across my side where a bruise was beginning to form. "Are you sure you're okay?"

I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks, and suddenly the soft stinging was a wonderful burning feeling. What was going on?

Stiles awkwardly pulled his hand away and cleared his throat, and I let my shirt drop as I walked out of reach, getting my bag and heading for the door.
"We better get going," I said a bit too quickly. "We'll take your car."

I rushed out the door, trying to figure out what had just happened back there. I had never felt like that before. At least not with Stiles.

Once I opened the front door to the Stilinski home, the wind came rushing in, tugging at my hair, and cooling my wound. I had always loved being outside, it gave me a sense of calm and security.

I prolonged the walk to the Jeep, taking in as much of my surroundings as humanly possible.
"Riley, we gotta go" Stiles called from the driver's seat of his Jeep. How did he walk past without me noticing? With a sigh, I got in beside Stiles.