A/N: I really am in no position to be making a new story, but... if the plot bunny insists, then it will happen. Enjoy~

SUNDAY
JANUARY 9, 2011

Creek.

I glanced up from my reading, looking around my bedroom.

Creeeek.

There it was again.

I placed my book down on the nightstand and climbed out of my bed. My legs immediately hit the cold air and I felt the goosebumps build up my skin.

I grabbed my brother's lacrosse stick, which I had just finished restringing for him about a half hour ago. I cautiously stepped outside of my room, armed and ready.

Creeeeeek.

I heard it right behind me and spun around quickly, squeezing my eyes shut tightly. I swung my weapon at my assailant, and felt it make contact.

"ARGH!" I heard an all-too familiar voice call out in pain. I heard a dull thump as the body slumped to the ground and my eyes snapped open.

"Stiles!" I scolded, trying to calm my rapid heartbeat. "What the hell did you think you were doing?!"

"I should be asking you that!" my twin brother snapped back at me, holding his cheek, which was a bright red. "Why the hell did you hit me?!"

"You were creeping up behind me!" I retorted, throwing my hands up in the air.

"I was just going to get you!" Stiles cried, explaining his actions.

"Well, do that by calling my name ! I thought it was some robber or murderer or something!"

"Okay, maybe I should've done that, but who'd actually sneak into the Sheriff's house?!"

I huffed angrily, lowering my arms, crossing them over my chest. He had a point. But still, he shouldn't have tried to act all stealthy. It was something Stiles wasn't. I stalked away, heading into the kitchen.

I opened the door to the fridge and pulled out a bag of frozen peas just as I heard the heavy thumps of my brother walking down the stairs. I handed him the bag and he mumbled his thanks, placing it on his bruising cheek.

"Sorry," I said, seeing him wince slightly when the cold plastic made contact with his skin.

"S'okay," Stiles replied in a small slur, taking a seat at the island. "You're right. I should've just called your name."

"What's up?" I asked, leaning over the island, looking at him. "It's ten o'clock at night."

"Dad got called out," Stiles informed me, his brown eyes glinting in mischief. "Two joggers found a dead body, but here's the catch: They only found half."

I pushed myself off the counter. "No way," I gaped in shock.

"Yes way," Stiles nodded. "And we're gonna go look for it. Get changed. I'm gonna call Scott." I eagerly nodded my head and all but sprinted up the stairs. I slammed my door shut quickly before changing into something suitable trek through the woods in.

As I walked down the stairs, I popped my head through the hole in my sweater and finished putting the rest of it on.

Stiles was frowning at his phone and said, "Scott's not answering."

"We'll just head to his house, then," I replied, grabbing the keys to his car. My brother nodded in agreement before we left our house in his baby blue powder jeep.

Since he was busy cradling his swollen cheek, I was in charge of driving. He tried called Scott a couple more times as well, but the boy just wouldn't answer his phone.

I pulled up in the McCall driveway fifteen minutes later and watched as my brother got out. Instead of taking the front door, however, he chose to simply scale up the house in typical Stiles fashion.

I sighed mentally, climbing out of the car. This was only going to get him hurt, I just know it.

I spotted Scott exiting his house just a few seconds after Stiles had climbed up, and was about to get the attention of both of them. However, Stiles lost his footing and Scott almost whacked him with a baseball bat as a result when my brother suddenly appeared in front of him upside-down.

Scott let out a scream, which made Stiles scream, which made Scott cry out, and then my brother let out a not-so-manly screech.

I face-palmed myself. Why do I associate myself with these two?

"Stiles, what the hell are you doing?!" Scott snapped, clutching his baseball bat tightly.

"You weren't answering your phone!" Stiles cried out. He looked at the weapon in Scott's hands. "Why do you have a bat?!"

"I thought you were a predator!" Scott retorted.

Stiles sputtered in disbelief at the use of the noun before trying to explain himself. "Look, I know it's late, but you gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called, they're bringing everybody, and I mean everybody , even the state police."

"For what? And what the hell happened to your face?"

"Blame Sindy over there," Stiles jutted his thumb towards my general direction. It was then Scott noticed my presence. I waved at him before walking over to the two boys, now sure it was safe. I shoved my hands into my jacket pocket to keep warm.

"Anyway," Stiles said, flipping off from where he was stuck so he stood in front of us, "two joggers found a body in the woods."

"A dead body?" Scott asked, leaning over the railing to look at us.

"No, a body of water," Stiles corrected dryly. "Yes, dumbass, a dead body." He climbed over the railing like a monkey, whereas I chose to be human and climb up the steps of the McCall deck.

I stood there, my arms crossed as I listened to my brother explain to his best friend what I already knew.

"So, where are we going?" Scott asked, after he was completely filled in.

"Beacon Hills Preserve," I said for the first time since joining Scott. "It's where they found the first half of the body, so the second half shouldn't be too far."

I got into the driver's side before placing the key into the ignition.

"So, how'd you hit Stiles?" Scott asked as I drove down the dark road to the preserve. Stiles had placed the now-just-cold bag of peas to his not-really-swollen cheek again and I turned down the road, focusing on the road since it was so dark out.

"With his lacrosse stick," I replied simply with a shrug. "I restrung it about an hour ago, and it was still in my room."

"Dude, seriously?" Scott turned to his best friend. "Did you sneak up on her or something?"

"Or something," Stiles grumbled in admittance. "Who in their right mind would sneak into our house anyway? That's just like, an invitation to get arrested."

I shrugged in response and just kept my eyes on the road.

About ten minutes later, I pulled up to the Beacon Hills Preserve and climbed out of the jeep, along with the guys, shutting the door behind me. I shuddered slightly at the change in temperature. It had to be about 45-50 degrees out.

"Are we seriously doing this?" Scott asked, looking at us.

"Yup," Stiles and I replied at the same time, turning on our flashlights.

"You're the one that's always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town," Stiles added, looking at our best friend.

"I was just trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow," Scott responded as we began our trek.

"Right," Stiles rolled his eyes. "'Cause sitting on the bench takes so much effort."

"No, because I'm playing this year," Scott declared. "In fact, I'm gonna make first line."

"That's the spirit," I smiled, patting Scott on the arm, since I was too short to reach his shoulder. Scott smiled at me thankfully, glad that one of his best friends was positive.

"Yeah," my brother agreed. "Everyone should have a dream, no matter how pathetically unrealistic."

"Just out of curiosity, Stiles, which half are we looking for?" I inquired. I blew into my hands before rubbing them. It was unbelievably cold outside tonight. I shoved my left hand into my pocket and guided the flashlight with the other.

"Huh," Stiles stopped for a second before resuming. "I didn't even think about that!"

"And what if whatever killed the body is still out here?" Scott piped in.

"Also something I didn't think about," Stiles replied, shrugging.

"That's really comforting to know," I commented, grunting a big as I climbed up a rather steep hill. I heard Scott run out of breath and turned around, watching as he leaned up against a tree and use his inhaler. "You alright, there, Scotty?"

"Yeah," he wheezed, before breathing in. When we reached the top, all of us dropped onto our stomachs as we caught something over the hill with our eyes.

Flashlights shone up ahead and I mentally groaned. I should've stayed at home. Even though Stiles was the older one, I was usually in charge because I was the more responsible one. Dad was gonna have my head.

"C'mon!" Stiles exclaimed suddenly, jumping up.

I jumped up, following my brother to make sure he didn't get us into too much trouble. Suddenly, a dog jumped out and I groaned in pain when Stiles fell right on top of me, the dog furiously barking at us, restrained by the cop that held him back by the leash.

"Hang on, hang on," I heard my Dad's voice say, coming forward. "These little delinquents belong to me."

"Get off of me," I groaned, shoving my brother off of me., causing him to roll over and onto the ground next to me.

He stood up quickly before greeting, "Dad, how're you doing?"

My dad looked at me pointedly. "You're supposed to keep him out of trouble."

"That's impossible," I pointed out bluntly. "I just try to keep him out of too much trouble."

He looked contemplative for a moment before he sighed heavily before turning to Stiles, "So, do you listen to all my phone calls?"

"How do you know it was me and not Sindy?" Stiles retorted. My dad looked at him pointedly. "Okay, okay. But, to answer your question: no. At least, not the boring ones."

"Now where's the other usual partner in crime?" Dad looked around, most likely for Scott. Boy, I sure hope he stayed hidden.

"Who, Scott? Scott's home, isn't he, Sindy?" Stiles looked down at me thoughtfully. I nodded my head. "He said he wanted to get a good night sleep for the first day back at school tomorrow. It's just me, in the woods… alone… with Sindy."

Dad shined his flashlight behind me, clearly not believing us. "Scott, you out there?!" he called out. "Scott?!" When there was no reply, he sighed. "Well, I'm gonna walk you two back to whichever car you guys came from. And you, young man, you and I are going to have a conversation on something called invasion of privacy. Let's go, Sindy."

He gripped the back of Stiles's neck tightly, but not enough to hurt him (obviously). I followed after them, but stopped when I felt something.

There were chills up my spine, almost like someone was watching me. I turned my head while my father lectured Stiles. My eyes came into contact with bright, electric blue ones, and I internally held in a gasp. I blinked to make sure they were actually there. I focused on the spot where they were supposed to be, but they were gone.

I shook my head. It must've been that I was getting tired.

I jogged a bit to catch up to the two males in my family, as I had fallen behind by a couple of steps. Dad led us to where Stiles's jeep was parked and it was then he realized something. "What happened to your face, Stiles?"

"Oh, that was my fault," I said, raising my hand, even though he couldn't see. "Stiles scared me so I kind of whacked him with his lacrosse stick."

Dad looked at Stiles with an arched brow.

"What?!" Stiles exclaimed. "Why is everything automatically my fault?!"

"Actually, I was just wondering why you'd sneak up on your sister," Dad responded. "You know she took self-defense classes."

"Don't I know it," Stiles mumbled, unconsciously rubbing his cheek.

We arrived in front of my brother's jeep and my dad looked sternly at us. "I want you two back at home, in bed. It's almost midnight and you start school tomorrow. Bed as soon as you get home, understood?"

"Understood," my brother and I echoed.

I pulled out Stiles's keys from my pocket before climbing into the driver's side of the jeep. Stiles closed the passenger door as he slid in and I started the engine.

When I took off, it didn't take long for Stiles to continue talking again.

"I wonder if Scott got back okay," Stiles said wearily. He pulled out his phone and began to text his friend.

There was no response for a few minutes, and I felt the jeep move as Stiles shifted uncomfortably.

"Stiles," I said warningly.

"Sorry," Stiles replied. "Seriously, though, Sindy, aren't you worried about Scott?"

I frowned, furrowing my eyebrows together. Those bright blue eyes I saw were in the forest. I wasn't sure if those were a figment of my imagination or they were true, but that aside, it was the woods at night time and there was a possible murderer on the loose.

"Of course," I said eventually. "But there's nothing we can do now."

Just then, Stiles's phone chimed from a new text message. Stiles let out a strong sigh of relief. "Scott got out okay. He got bit by something and almost got hit by a car, but he's okay."

"Seems like he just got out of two near-death accidents, and you just say he's okay ?" I questioned bluntly. "You're not worried he might be traumatized?"

"He hangs out with you, doesn't he?" I released my right hand from the steering wheel and whacked him upside the head. " Ow ! Haven't you done enough damage to me for one night?"

"Technically, it's a new day," I pointed out, gesturing to the dashboard clock, which signified that it was twelve-oh-one. "So, no."

Stiles grumbled in his seat and proceeded to text Scott back. I rolled my eyes at his drama-queen persona before turning my complete attention to the road.

MONDAY
JANUARY 10, 2011

I slid my sapphire blue Hyundai Genesis into the parking space beside Stiles's jeep before cutting the engine.

As I climbed out of my car, I spotted Jackson sneering down at Scott before walking away from him.

I frowned. Jackson Whittemore was the epitome of a rich kid who had everything but wanted more. I watched him stride into school, but, as if he felt my gaze, he turned to look at me, his blue eyes meeting my own brown ones. I broke eye contact when Stiles approached me.

We joined Scott, who had met us halfway. Stiles stuffed his hands in his pocket before saying, "Okay, let's see this thing."

Scott looked around, making sure no one was paying attention to us. Pft . Who would? Sure, I was captain of the cross country team and medic for the lacrosse team, but me hanging out with Scott and Stiles seemed to deter anyone else from trying to approach me. He lifted up his shirt to reveal a large gauze, and I could see the blood seep through the center of it in a curve-like fashion. Yeesh , that was bad.

My brows scrunched together as my face contorted into a rather… ugh face. Stiles reached to touch it, but I slapped his hands away. "Ow!" he exclaimed. "Stop abusing me!"

"Don't touch it!" I replied. I turned back to Scott and asked, "Do you know what caused it?"

Scott let his shirt fall back down and then he frowned, throwing his backpack over his shoulder. "It was too dark to see much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf."

Scott's eyebrows shot up. "A wolf bit you?" he asked incredulously as the three of us trekked into the school building. "No. Not a chance."

"I heard a wolf howling," Scott responded.

"No, you didn't," Stiles countered, causing Scott to look at him incredulously.

Scott scoffed. "What do you mean I didn't? You weren't there."

"Scott," I began, "California doesn't have wolves. There haven't been any for over sixty years."

Scott stopped in his steps and I almost crashed into him. "Really?"

"Yes, really!" Stiles said, turning around to look at his best friend. He looked at Scott with a duh face. I adjusted the backpack I had over my shoulders before mentally sighing. Boys.

"Well, if you're not gonna believe me about the wolves, then you're definitely not gonna believe me when I say that I've found the dead body," Scott looked at the two of us, the corner of his lips curling in amusement.

Stiles sputtered unintelligibly for a couple seconds before saying, "Wait! Are you kidding me?" I must say, even if I wasn't into mysteries as much as my brother was, my interest was piqued.

"I wish," Scott shrugged. "Now I'm gonna have nightmares for a month."

"That's… pretty awesome," I nodded slowly. "That's like, the best thing that's happened since like… like…" I trailed off, not knowing what was the best thing.

"Since the birth of Lydia Martin…" Stiles sighed dreamily. Just then, the strawberry blonde walked past him and he said suavely, "Hey, Lydia. You look… like you're gonna ignore me." My brother had never resembled more like a puppy than any other time except when he "spoke to" Lydia Martin. And I say "spoke to" as in "he talks to her but she always ignores him" kind of way.

I briefly heard Stiles blaming Scott for their "nerd status" just as the bell rang.

"We're nerds by association," Stiles said, throwing his arm around my shoulders casually. "We're scarlet nerded by you."

"Did you just make a Scarlet Letter reference?" I inquired in disbelief, looking up at Stiles. "You hate that book."

"I do, but it doesn't mean I didn't pick up a couple things from it," Stiles shrugged. We trekked off to our first class, which was English.

Thankfully, the seats weren't assigned, so we were able to choose our seats without any protests. I took a seat next to the window, the third seat from the back. Stiles took a seat behind me while Scott sat to my right.

Once the final bell rang, the teacher stood up and began to write Kafka's Metamorphosis on the board while casually mentioning the body that was found in the woods last night.

At that mentioning, I angled my head to look at my brother and best friend-through-association. Stiles gave us both a wink before I turned back to the front.

The teacher mentioned the syllabus that was on my desk and I mentally groaned, looking at all the requirements this class needed. It wasn't that I was a bad student; I was actually on the Honor Roll. Stiles was completely wrong when he mentioned Scott was a nerd. A geek? Totally. But school wasn't Scott's strongest point… nor was anything else, for that matter.

My thoughts were interrupted when the door opened, and in stepped our vice principal, Mr. Green, and a pretty brunette.

She had ringlets around her face and her face was heart-shaped. Her skin complexion was a lot like mines: fair and almost delicate-looking.

"Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcomed," Mr. Green announced.

Something caught my attention, and I spotted Scott was completely enamored by the new girl's presence. The corner of my lips curled in amusement and I angled my head slightly to look at Stiles.

'Hey,' I mouthed towards him.

'What?' he mouthed back.

'Look at Scott,' I gestured to our best friend with my pencil. Stiles did as I told him, and when he spotted Scott's love-struck expression, he stifled a laugh.

The new girl, Allison, took a seat in the last open space: the one behind Scott. Suddenly, Scott whirled around, and held out his pen towards the girl.

I arched a brow and looked at my twin, hoping he'd have some answers. Much to my displeasure, he just shrugged, equally confused as I was.

I spotted the self-satisfied smile that flittered across Scott's face before I opened my notebook, ready to take notes.

The rest of the class breezed by smoothly, and I soon found myself packing my books while Stiles waited for me. Scott had left already, but it wasn't that big of a deal, considering Stiles's locker was right next to Scott's and mine was beside my brother's.

Stiles and I joined Scott at our lockers, and I spotted Allison talking to Jackson and Lydia. I arched a brow. "Two seconds here and she's already been graced with the presence of Jackson Whittemore and Lydia Martin."

"She's hot," Stiles shrugged. "Beautiful people herd together."

I rolled my eyes. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, Stiles." I meant it in a joking way, of course. I definitely wasn't the worst-looking girl around, but I definitely wasn't on the same level as Lydia Martin and Allison Argent.

"Well, you're my sister," Stiles pointed out the obvious. "I'm like, obliged to insult and hurl harsh words that don't really mean anything to you, especially since I'm your twin and all."

"And that means I'm obliged to just hit you when you're being stupid," I replied, smacking his chest with the back of my hand gently.

"Ouch!" Stiles exclaimed, rubbing the spot I just hit in an exaggerated tone of pain. "You'd think Dad would do something about this abuse you direct towards me!"

I noticed a dazed look on Scott's face and nudged my brother. "Scott?" I called.

"Yo!" Stiles said, but no response.

I snapped my fingers in front of Scott's face, and that was when he snapped out of it. "What?" he inquired.

"Dude, you were like, a million miles away," Stiles pointed out. "You get everything you need for bio?" When Scott nodded, I closed my locker and we proceeded to head to our biology class.

The rest of the day was, for lack of a better word: boring. There wasn't really anything interesting that went on. It was just a typical first day: syllabi, new seats, some assigned seating you either loved or you hated (mostly hated), and choosing seats you loved.

It wasn't until lacrosse practice did things really get interesting.

I was sitting on the bottom bleachers, closest to the bench. The chances of Stiles and Scott being benched even during practice was pretty high. I love both the boys to death, but they just weren't good at lacrosse. Plus, Scott was kind of a severe asthmatic.

"-gonna make first line," Scott told Stiles as the two approached me.

"Hey," Stiles greeted me with a nod. He tossed his backpack at my feet and Scott did the same after giving me a smile.

"I swear, this season, I'm gonna make first line," Scott told me, after seeing my weary expression of his declaration to Stiles. "I love talking to you, Sindy, but I'm gonna make it."

I nodded slowly, and was about to say something else, but saw that Scott had this faraway look on his face. I turned around, and immediately spotted what had caught his attention.

It was the new girl: Allison. She was with Lydia and the two had placed themselves on one of the bleachers. There was no doubt that Lydia was here for Jackson and she just dragged Allison along for the hell of it.

"McCall!" I heard Coach Finstock say. He tossed Scott some goalie equipment while Stiles just took a seat on the bench in front of me.

"I sure hope Scott's gonna be okay," I frowned, watching him get geared up.

"He'll be fine," Stiles assured me.

Another coach suddenly blew his whistle, and I watched, confused, as Scott gripped his head like something was hurting him. Without warning, a player ran up and launched a ball straight towards Scott. It made contact with his face mask, causing him to fall back.

"Way to take it to the face, McCall!" I heard one of the players jeer.

"That's not good," I frowned, watching Scott get back up on his feet. "C'mon, Scotty!" I called encouragingly.

The next player ran up, but when he launched the ball, I watched as Scott moved up, catching the ball easily.

"Wh-th- Sindy!" Stiles whirled around so fast he almost fell. "Did you see that?! Scott caught the ball!"

And then, he did it again! And again! And again!

"Holy crap," I commented, amazed. I noticed someone got out of their place in line, and frowned when I realized that it was Jackson. "This can't be good…"

Jackson charged forward, with the ball ready. He swung, and the ball headed straight towards Scott. But then, Scott angled his body and caught it!

I jumped up from my seat in joy. "Yeah, Scott!" I cheered, clapping wildly. Stiles was making some strange sounds with his voice, as he was too in shock to even process words.

At the end of practice, Scott declared that we had to go find his inhaler, which he had lost in the reserve last night.

Once Stiles and Scott got out of the former's car and me out of mine, we began the long search for Scott's tiny inhaler.

"So, how'd you do that?" Stiles asked the million dollar question as we stepped through a small little ditch of water. I was glad I had worn my knee-high boots today, and I accepted the lending hands of both of my companions.

"I dunno," Scott replied. "It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that's not the only weird thing. I can hear stuff I can't be able to hear… smell things…"

"Smell things?" I inquired, cocking an eyebrow as I kept up with the two easily. I was on the cross country team with these two, and competed in meets regularly.

"Like what?" Stiles added.

"Like mint mojito gum in your pocket," Scott said to Stiles. Then he turned to me, "And the stick of Starbursts in yours."

I knew I had Starbursts in my jacket pocket, but Stiles looked completely confused at the mention of his gum. "I don't even have mint mojito–" he started, digging into his pockets, but cut himself off when he extracted something.

We both looked at Scott, confused for a second, before the boy turned around to continue his trek through the forest.

"So… all of this started with the bite…" I said slowly, following after Scott.

"Wh-what if it's like an infection?" Scott asked, completely scared. "Like my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something."

"You know what?" Stiles said, "I think I've heard of this. It's a specific kind of infection." I looked at my brother curiously, stopping with them.

Scott looked at Stiles, a bit worried. "You serious?"

"Yeah," Stiles nodded determinedly. "I think it's called… lycanthropy."

I almost face-palmed myself from that, but stopped from doing so, because Scott's facial expression morphed into pure horror. "What's that? Is that bad?"

"The worst," I supplied, voice cracking from holding in my laughter. Scott took my voice as terror, and he looked completely worried.

"It's only once a month, though," Stiles said.

"Once a month?"

Stiles nodded. "On the night of the full moon." He let out a small howl and Scott's face dropped as he pushed my brother.

I let out a laugh and our best friend huffed, walking away. I exchanged looks with Stiles. We grinned at each other before lightly jogging after Scott.

"You said you heard a wolf howling," Stiles defended us. Well, he mainly defended himself, but eh. Minor details.

"There could be something seriously wrong with me!" Scott cried.

"You could be a werewolf," I joked, playfully pushing Scott while Stiles laughed, imitating a growl. "Obviously, we're kidding, Scott."

"Well, if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I could find, it's because Friday's a full moon," Stiles piped in.

Scott stopped, making me pause in my walking as well. He looked around on the ground and said, "I could've sworn this is it. This is where I found the body… the deer came running… I dropped my inhaler here."

"Maybe the killer moved the body," Stiles suggested.

"Well, I sure hope he left my inhaler, the thing's like eighty bucks," Scott retorted. It sucked that it cost so much to breathe.

I let out a laugh, but then winced when Stiles hit me. "Ow!" I exclaimed. I turned to my brother and hit his chest. "Don't do that!"

To my surprise, he didn't even complain. In fact, he was looking somewhere else. I turned around, trying to see what had caught his attention.

My eyes fell on a tall figure a few feet away from us. He was dressed in a black t-shirt, black jeans, and had a black leather jacket thrown over his ensemble. His short black hair was cut on his head neatly, and as he approached us, I saw his eyes were a pale green.

I couldn't help but notice that he was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. He had an angular jaw, thick brows, and a little dent on his chin. He was quite attractive, if I had to say so myself. I blushed slightly when his eyes met mine, but they quickly averted to look at my companions.

Scott stood up, and he took a step forward, making sure to cover me slightly.

"What are you doing here?" the handsome stranger demanded. He stopped a mere couple feet from us. "This is private property." Up close, he looked even taller: probably around six feet.

"Uh, sorry, man, we didn't know," Stiles apologized, a bit nervous.

"Yeah, we were just looking for something…" Scott agreed. The man raised his brows at Scott, but the teenager just said, "But… um… forget it."

The man pulled something out of his pocket and tossed it to Scott, who caught it easily. When he opened his palm, I recognized it as his inhaler.

"We're uh, really sorry," I spoke up, taking a step forward. "We'll leave right now."

The man suddenly shifted his gaze, landing on me. I felt a shiver run down my spine at his intense gaze and my heart began to beat faster and faster. He held my gaze for another second before turning around, walking away from us.

"Dudes, that was Derek Hale," Stiles said. The name didn't ring a bell. "You remember him, right? He's only a few years older than us."

"Remember what?" Scott asked.

"His family? They all burned in a fire like ten years ago," Stiles informed us.

My eyes trailed away from Stiles and I watched as Derek Hale's retreating back get smaller and smaller before he disappeared from sight.

"What's he doing back, then…?" I inquired, unsure of his presence, but curious, nonetheless.

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