Chapter One: Pilot

A knock on my door woke me up. I blinked groggily as the door creaked open and my twin brother popped his head in.

"Hey, Arisa, wake up," he hissed. I groaned and covered my head with my pillow.

"What do you want Stiles?" I growled. My pillow was ripped away along with my blankets. I sat up with a glare.

"Dad got a call. Two hikers found a dead body in the woods," he told me excitedly. I let out another groan.

"Why are you telling me this?" Stiles got that mischievous light in his eyes.

"They only found half of the body and we're going to find the other," he announced.

I hit him with my pillow.

"Are you crazy? Dad will kill us if he catches us," I snapped. He pressed his palms together like he was praying.

"Please, please, please," he begged using his ultimate weapon, the puppy dog eyes. I sighed and scrunched my own eyes closed.

"If we get caught I'm throwing you to the wolves," I grumbled. He cheered as I got out of bed and stumbled into my closet. I changed into dark jeans with my favorite black hoodie. I tied my hair into a messy braid then followed Stiles outside to his jeep.

"We have to go pick up Scott," he told me. I rolled my eyes. Of course Stiles would pick up his best friend. We drove over to the familiar house and Stiles tried to call Scott.

"He's not answering. I'll be right back." Before I could protest he was jumping out of the car. I sighed and climbed into back. Scott came a few minutes later and we took off. We pulled into the Beacon Hills Reserve and jumped out. Scott argued with Stiles as we headed into the trees. I followed tuning them out with careful practice until I heard that Stiles hadn't thought about the murderer still being around.

"Stiles," I growled. He let out a weak chuckle as we climbed a hill. We saw the cops with their flashlights.

"Alright come on," Stiles called. Scott and I ran after him but soon lost him in the darkness.

"Stiles," we both called. I was silently freaking out. Dad was going to kill us for sure, "Stiles!"

Barking suddenly filled the air and I heard Stiles cry out. Scott and I dove behind trees as the cops started talking. I heard my dad save Stile's ass. I exchanged a glance with Scott.

"Scott, Arisa," he suddenly called. We both stayed silent hoping he would think to actually look for us. Dad led Stiles away and I beat the back of my head against the tree.

"Come on Scott. Let's get back to the entrance," I said. We started walking and I tried to ignore how creepy the woods are. Scott and I stuck close together.

We reached a clearing and Scott stopped to use his inhaler. Without warning deer burst out of the tree. Scott and I yelled and fell backwards. The deer jumped over us and I held my hands over my head. When they were finally gone we stood and brushed ourselves. Scott started to look for his inhaler which he had dropped.

"Scott, hurry," I pleaded. I was getting cold and it really was creepy. Scott used his phone as a flashlight and looked around. A flash of white caught our attention. He put the phone back on it and we both screamed.

It was the dead girl. Scott and I jumped so badly that we slipped off the edge of the hill and rolled through the leaves. We tumbled to the ground scrambled to our feet.

"Come on, let's go," I gasped. He nodded when we suddenly heard growling. Scott and I froze staring at each other. We slowly turned and saw glowing red eyes. I screamed and started to run but it was too fast. I heard Scott cry out.

"Scott," I shrieked grabbing his hand as the thing dragged him. He yelled and kicked out. I heard a yelp and then we were running. We scrambled through the forest as fast as we could.

And onto the road. A car swerved around us and we both let out cries. We stood for a moment panting and Scott hissed. He gingerly lifted his hoodie and we both saw the bite. We stared back into the forest for a long moment.

The next day Stiles and I drove to school. We parted at the entrance so I could go to my early morning dance practice and he could meet up with Scott. On the way home, Scott and I had decided that he would tell Stiles what had happened.

The day passed fairly quickly and Stiles and I met up with Scott. I saw the new girl across the hall.

"How did the new girl already get into Lydia's group?" I asked. Stiles snorted.

"She's hot. Hot people stick together," he replied. I laughed and we headed out to the stadium. Stiles and Scott had lacrosse practice and I always did my homework while they practiced. I sat behind the team's seats so I could ask Stiles for help on my math. My brother was sarcastic and hyper but he was also a genius.

Practice started and I started hearing cheers. I looked up and saw that Scott was in the goal and he was catching a lot of throws.

"When did Scott get good?" I asked.

"No idea," Stiles replied. I saw Jackson, the school's resident prince, about to throw.

"Uh oh," I muttered. Jackson threw and Stiles and I held our breath.

Scott caught it. Stiles and I cheered loudly for him. He grinned under his helmet and threw the ball to the assistant coach.

"That was great," I told Stiles.

"Yeah, he must have really been practicing," he replied.

After school we headed back into the forest to look for Scott's inhaler. Scott told us about all his new talents. Stiles joked around pretending he was a werewolf. Scott and I both laughed. We reached the clearing and Scott began to look around on the ground. A prickly feeling crawled over my neck and I turned to see a tall, dark haired man. I jumped and grabbed Stiles' arm.

"What are you doing here?" the man demanded. I bit my lip as Stiles and Scott told them that we were looking for something. There was a small clink and Scott caught something. We looked at his hand and saw his pale white inhaler. We looked back up and saw the man leaving.

"Come on I have to get to work," Scott said a bit dazedly. Stiles tapped his arm.

"Dude, that was Derek Hale. Remember? His whole family burned to death in a fire a few years ago," Stiles said.

"Wonder what he's doing back?" Stiles shrugged and we headed out. A cold feeling entered my stomach.

That night I worked on my homework. Stiles was zonked out on the couch. He had crashed the moment we got home. I chuckled at him as I finished my chemistry worksheet. The door opened and dad walked in. He looked tired.

"Hey, there are some leftovers in the microwave. I made casserole," I told him. He kissed my temple.

"Thanks sweetie," he said before heading over. I put my homework in my folder and watched as he heated up some casserole.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

"Just tired," he replied. I nodded and we ate dinner quietly.

School passed and we went out to lacrosse practice. They were playing an elimination game today to see who would make first line. Scott was doing great and I plopped down next to Stiles. He looked troubled.

"You think something is wrong." It wasn't a question. He nodded.

That night we both did research on lycanthropy. We worked all night and the next day Stiles even had me convinced that Scott was turning into a werewolf.

Stiles called Scott over and began explain everything to Scott. Scott and Stiles began to argue.

"Scott, please, even I believe him," I tried. Scott didn't believe me. Stiles panicked and went to Scott's backpack.

"You have to cancel the date with Allison," he announced. Scott freaked out and snarled and slammed Stiles against the wall. I screamed clapping my hands over my mouth. Scott looked ready to punch Stiles. There was a pregnant pause and then Scoot upturned the chair. I jumped away.

"I'm sorry," Scott murmured. He quickly scooped up his backpack and bolted out the door. Stiles and I stared at each other for a long moment.

"We have to do something," Stiles said softly. I walked over and gave him a big hug.

"We will. Don't worry Stiles," I soothed. He nodded and we both started getting ready for the party.

I wore a pair of dark skinny jeans with a pair of dark grey boots and a flow purple top. I pulled my hair into a messy bun and put on some simple silver jewelry. The leather charm bracelet that my mother had given me stayed around my wrist.

Stiles drove me to the party. Stiles went to his other group of friends and I hung out in the corner. I wasn't a big people person.

After a while I saw Scott running towards the door. Stiles caught my eye and we both ran after him. I saw Scott get into his car and take off. I grabbed Stiles' arm.

"Go after him," I said, "I'll cover things here." He nodded and followed Scott in his jeep. I sighed. My life, and Stiles', had just gotten very complicated.

I didn't hear from Scott or Stiles until the end of the next day. I met them outside for lacrosse practice and I could tell that Scott had been freaking out.

"What's going on?" I asked Stiles.

"Allison's dad apparently shot at Scott with a crossbow last night," he replied. I bit my lip and rubbed a hand through my hair.

"Stiles, maybe we shouldn't get involved in this," I suggested. Stiles looked at me and we both realized the same thing. We weren't going to let this go.