"You've got to be freaking kidding me." I bluntly stated staring at the two boys I new way to well hovering over my bed.

"Shhhh! You're gonna wake up mom." Scott McCall—my brother slash technically cousin—whispered.

"Hayley come on! They only found half of the body!" Stiles Stilinski cried.

"It's like 1 AM! We've got school in the morning." I reminded, running a hand through my messy hair. Not that I cared about school, but all I wanted to do was sleep.

"Yes, so what better way to end the summer than looking for a dead body?"

"I hate both of you so much." I groaned, rolling my eyes. The two boys smiled and pulled me out of the comfort of my own bed.

Cold wind slapped my cheeks as I trekked through the woods, my best friends at my side. I pointed my flashlight down, making sure I didn't trip on the piles of wet leave that drenched the forest floor.

"I can't believe we're doing this." I stated.

"You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town. Besides, it's our last night of summer freedom." Stiles went on.

"I was trying to get a good night's sleep for practice tomorrow." Scott sighed, hoping to actually play on the Lacrosse team this year.

"Right," I dragged on, "because sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort. Exhausting." I sarcastically spat.

"Hey." Scott frowned.

"In my defense I'm cranky when I don't get my sleep." I defended.

"But really, I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm going to make starting lineup." He proudly said. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself from bursting out laughing. Scott was bad at lacrosse to say the least. He was severely asthmatic, couldn't run five feet without stopping, and got hit with the ball more times than he ever caught it.

"That's the spirit. Everyone should have a dream. Even a pathetically unrealistic one." Stiles oh so kindly supported. Scott frowned once more, feeling uncomfortable.

"Anyways," I moved on, "just out of curiosity since you dragged us all the way out here, which half of the body are we looking for?" I wondered.

"Huh. I didn't even think about that."

"And what if whoever killed the girl is still out here?" Scott asked.

"Also something I didn't think about." My eyes rolled at Stiles' reply.

"Comforting to know you've planned this out with your usual attention to detail." Scott sarcastically commented.

"If we get killed I'm blaming you." I added. Scott took a puff of his inhaler as Stiles raced off. As we rushed to catch up with our overly excited friend, he pulled us both to the ground and pointed his flashlight forward.

"God Stiles." I complained as my stomach ached from hitting the floor, "this isn't exactly a Bourne movie if you haven't noticed." I spat.

"Shhhh!" He barked and focused on the scene in front of us. Police were swarming the area. German Shepherd's were sniffing the ground as officers were pointing their flashlights at random trying to find any clues. I'd never seen anything like this—in person at least. These were the type of things you saw on opening scene of crimes shows, not in the middle of the night in Beacon Hills. The small town wasn't used to this. Petty shopliftings would make the headlines.

"Let's go!" Stiles raced forward.

"Stiles, wait!" Scott called as he took another puff of his inhaler. The two of us shot up and ran to catch up with him. I failed to notice Scott stopping to catch his breath so I kept on running. Stiles' silhouette was up ahead but he was getting farther and farther away.

"Stiles!" I tried to discreetly call.

"Stay right there!" A deep voice yelled. I stopped in my tracks and pressed my back against the tree I was next too. As I began thinking of every lie to get myself out of the situation I was in, I realized I didn't have to. Whoever the voice was wasn't talking to me. It was directed towards Stiles; he was the one that got caught.

Bringing my attention back to the chaos, Stiles looked like a deer in headlights. Officers were running towards him and finally, Stiles realized this wasn't his best idea.

"Hold it. This little delinquent belongs to me." Said Sherriff Stilinski, also known as Stiles' dad. He didn't expect anything less. Stiles struggled to stand up and tried laughing off the situation.

"Dad, what are you doing here?"

"Do you listen to all my phone calls?"

"No," Stiles hesitated, "not the boring ones."

"Where are your usual partners in crime?"

"Partners in crime? Wh—what? No, it's just me. In the woods. Alone."

"Scott? Hayley?" The Sherriff called loudly, shooting his flashlight around in hopes of catching us. "Come out now and we won't have a problem!" I didn't move. "Where are they?" He sighed, sick of playing games.

"They're home asleep." For once, Stiles sounded like he was telling the truth. Sherriff Stilinski took hold of Stiles and began lecturing him as he walked him to where he parked his Jeep. I cursed under my breath as I watched the Sherriff disappear with Stiles. The search was called off for the night

"Damn it!" I cried. "We're stranded." I pulled out my phone from my maroon jacket pocket to see I had no service. Of course not, why would you need service in the middle of the woods?

"Come on, we'll try to find a main road and go from there."

"Yeah, if you can last that long." I muttered as Scott toyed with his inhaler. Thunder rolled overhead and it began drizzling. Great, just freakin' great. We walked in silence, our hearts racing every time we heard the hoot of an animal nearby.

"Come on." Scott comforted after my head had shot up to look at the top of the trees, to see who was the culprit of the eerie hoot that had echoed through the woods. We trekked on, getting what seemed to be further and further into the woods.

"This can't be right." I shook my head. "The woods are getting thicker, we can't be going the right way." Scott paused to take a hit of his inhaler. The inhaler rattled as he shook it and stared ahead into the darkness of the woods. I could hear movement coming from where he was staring and my brows furrowed. Before having the chance to say something, a heard of deer came charging towards us. Scott and I screamed as we were trampled to the ground. My body ached as I hit the ground and kept going. I rolled through piles of leaves, broken branches, and pointy rocks. Finally, I came to a stop as my back slammed against a tree trunk. I hissed in pain and struggled to get up. A warm wetness seeped through one of the knees of my leggings. In the distance I could here Scott lightly scream but I was still in a state of shock I hardly recognized it. I rolled up the black cotton fabric of my pants to see a gash across my knee—the skin stained with dark red blood. I stood up, and brushed the damp soil off my sweatshirt and the leaves off of my hair.

"Scott?" I called as my eyes darted around. Every square inch of this place looked the same, I had no clue where I came from. I couldn't tell what was left or right.

"Scott, come on this isn't funny." I waited for a reply but there was none. "Scott, let's go." The only answer to my plea was the hoots of owls and chirps of crickets. "Scott?" I meekly called once more. Something felt wrong. It was the sickening feeling that rushed through your spine right before something bad was going to happen. And if it was right on cue, Scott's scream pierced the silence.

"Scott?" I yelled in fear and started to run, "Scott, where are you?" My heart pounded against my chest as I felt my legs give out from under me as something—running so fast that it was just a blurred shadow—forcefully pushed me down. There was a shrill ringing in my ears as my left temple smashed against an uplifted root.

"Ugh." I quietly groaned. White dots floated around my vision. The more I blinked to attempt to make them disappear the more they multiplied. My head spun a hundred miles per hour as I tried to get up and go find Scott—wherever he had disappeared too. Standing up was nauseating; the ground below me felt like it was moving. I could feel a liquid drip down from my nose. My fingers ghosted over my upper lip and came back with traces of blood on the tips. A gasp escape through my lips and I immediately wiped the blood away on the hazy sleeve of my jacket. Another one of Scott's screams pierced the silent air.

"Scott." My voice was strained as I called out for my brother. The woods were spinning all around me as I struggled to stay in place. "Scott, help." My pleading yell turned into a whisper as I could feel myself losing consciousness. I tried taking a step forward but I only got so far—I stumbled back onto the ground only to land on my hands and knees. The chirps of crickets and the rustling of trees faded out and all I could hear was my breathing echoing in my head. It was so loud I could barely hear the sound of footsteps heading towards me. As the footsteps got closer and I could hear leaves crunching under the person's feet. My head felt heavier than my whole body and it wouldn't move. My eyes opened and closed and my vision focused and blurred on the dirt below me. After opening my eyes once more I could see the blurry shadow of a pair of dark shoes right in front of me.

"Scott?" I tried to call out as my vision distorted even more and finally everything turned black.

There was one thing I hated most about mornings and it was when I opened my eyes to see my room bright and cheerful—very much unlike myself. It was simple: I wasn't a morning person. And I definitely wasn't a morning person when I was running on such little sleep thanks to going out last night.

Just like that, I gasped and shot up in bed.

Last night…I tripped and knocked myself out. Unless I was dreaming, there was no way I was in my room. I didn't remember coming back here let alone putting myself in bed with an ice pack—which had fallen onto my comforter—for my head.

"Ow." I muttered as I lightly touched my temple to see if it still hurt. It did.

"Are you okay? I heard you wake up." Scott bust open the door and ran into my room.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I rubbed the side of my head and mentally shook the pain off. "What happened last night?"

"We got separated. When I got back here I found you already in bed. You got back before me."

"Wait, you didn't take me home?" I asked, glaring at my brother in confusion.

"No…you were already here. I didn't want to wake you up you were sound asleep."

"I guess I blacked out from hitting my head and walked home." I thought. Why didn't I remember walking all the way home? Did I hitchhike? Was that even possible at one in the morning? The unknown answer was bothering me until I was overcome with another question. "Why were you screaming? Oh my God, are you okay?"

"Yeah for the most part." Scott lifted up his shirt to reveal a white square of gauze taped over his side. He watched me go into shock. "I got bit by something."

"That's not just something, Scott. That looks serious."

"I think it was a wolf."

"Do we have wolves here?" I've run through those woods so many times, I've never seen a wolf on the trails.

"Well if one bit me we sure do." He let his shirt back down. "You won't believe what else happened: I found the other half of the body."

"You're kidding me." I stated. "What are you, a bloodhound? How'd you manage to sniff out that?" I kicked off the covers and swung my legs over my bed, looking at Scott. He was surprised to see I was still in last night's dirty clothes. And frankly, I was too.

"I found it after the deer were running. And on top of everything I lost my inhaler too. After school we've got to go look for it." Ugh, that was right. Today was the first day of school. Joy.

"Fifty square miles of woods for one little inhaler." I sighed, standing up and stretching my aching body. "Good luck with that." I walked past Scott, giving him a pat on the shoulder and heading to the shower to get ready for the dreaded day.

A half hour into my first class I already contemplated if a high school education was really worth it. Somehow, Scott and I always managed to have English together every year. Not disappointing us once again, we were put into the same class. With Stiles nonetheless. I sat in my uncomfortable desk seat reading the same line of the fifth chapter of Kafka's Metamorphosis seventeen times already. I couldn't focus on much when the only thought buzzing around my head was what had bit Scott. I personally thought he needed to go get checked for rabies but he disagreed claiming that if mom found out, she'd kill him. The door to the English room opened and in came Vice Principle Thorne and a petite brunette girl. VP Thorne cleared his throat demanding attention from the entire class, but everyone was too busy looking at the new girl.

"Class, this is your new student Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome." He stated. Allison's eyes shifted around the room before she uncomfortably made her way to take a seat behind Scott. The second the girl took her seat Scott turned to her and handed her a pen. Allison's doe eyes gleamed as she looked to Scott in amazement.

"Thanks" Her lips curled up into a huge smile as she took the pen from his hand.

Only half hour into the new school year and Scott had the hots for new girl. This was going to be interesting.

The school day ended quicker than usual. Scott and Stiles had quickly geared up in their lacrosse uniforms and we had finally made our way over to the field. Lacrosse players were running everywhere as they were practicing before the actual practice.

"How about the both of you try to not sit on the bench this year? Sounds fair to me." I suggested.

"I can't sit out again! I've spent my whole life sitting on the sidelines. This season I make first line." Scot confidently said.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Scotty." I patted him on the back and walked over to the bleachers where Beacon Hill's red headed princess, Lydia Martin, was sitting with the new girl.

How could I explain my relationship with Lydia? Well, it was complicated. We weren't exactly friends, but we weren't enemies. The two of us used to be somewhat close but we had a fall out. It wasn't a big loss; we were two completely different people. All she cared about was shopping and herself. Lydia Martin was oblivious to everything. My head craned over to the other set of bleachers, seeing if there was anywhere else I could sit besides within five feet of Lydia. Just my luck, every spot was filled. I took a seat on the bottom bleacher as Lydia's ice-cold glare stared me down. She gave me a light smile. I returned it. For some reason, coach put Scott in the goal and he didn't look too happy about it. Scott was staring my way and I gave him a sympathetic smile, praying he wouldn't make a fool of himself.

"Who's that?" Allison timidly asked Lydia. I focused my hearing in on the two's conversation.

"Him?" She asked. "I'm not sure who he is." Lydia may have been the schools princess but she was definitely no Einstein. Again, she was oblivious to everything. In all the years she knew me, she never put two and two together that both McCalls were related. Rolling my eyes, I turned around to face to the two girls.

"His names Scott." I told her and my eyes shifted to Lydia. "Not that you would learn his name in the seven years you've known him." I mumbled.

"Oh," Allison's cheeks reddened, "sorry, who are you?"

"Hayley. Also known as Scott's sister."

"Oh." She perked up. "You're in my English class, right?"

"Yup." I popped the 'p'. "Welcome to Beacon Hills." I feigned my cheerful attitude and looked at the girl with a smirk. I turned back around in my seat and proceeded to watch my brother go from a horrible lacrosse player who couldn't catch a ball if his life depended on it to a champ. After he kept focusing he caught every ball headed his way, including the one Jackson Whittemore, Lydia's stuck up boyfriend, had chucked his way. I could contain my shock. My mouth hung open and my eyes narrowed as I stared down the scene, not believing this was happening.

The soles of my shoes sunk into the ground. With a groan, I pulled out the dirt-covered heel. Great. That would never come out. Although, looking back on it wearing a pair of one hundred and fifty dollar boots in the woods probably wasn't my brightest idea. Actually, coming in the woods while the killer was still at large wasn't my brightest idea.

"You both do realize that if the killer is still in the woods we're all dead, right?" I asked in the middle of Scott rambling on about the miracle work that happened on the field earlier. None of us understood how it happened.

"Well, then we're screwed." Stiles shrugged, shoving his hands into his jacket pocket. Scott ignored the two of us, still thinking about how he was suddenly an athlete.

"I don't know what it was. It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that's not the only weird thing! I hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear, smell things…"

"Smell things? Like what?" Stiles laughed.

"Like the mint mojito gum in your pocket!"

"I don't have any mint moji—" Stiles was cut off as he rummaged through his pocket and pulled out a piece of green gum in a wrapper. Stiles and I looked to Scott in utter amazement.

"And I heard you talking to Allison and Lydia about me earlier like I was right beside you." He told me.

"You were on the field, it's not the impossible." I shrugged it off.

"So, all this started with the bite?" We continued walking.

"What if it's like an infection? Like my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock?" Scott fretted.

"You know what, I actually think I've heard of this." Stiles spoke up.

"You're kidding me, right?" I barked a laugh.

"No. It's a specific kind of infection."

"Are you serious?" We stopped walking again as Scott's eyes widened to the size of softballs.

"Yeah, I think it's called Lycanthropy." Stiles said.

"What is that? Is that bad?" Scott looked from Stiles to me in horror.

"So bad." I exclaimed. I chomped down on my lip trying to contain myself.

"Oh yeah, it's the worst. But only once a month."

"Once a month?" Scott was oblivious to everything.

"Mhm. On the night of the full moon." And with that, Stiles howled. I broke into a laughing fit.

"You two suck!" Scott cried.

"Calm down, wolf man." I laughed. Stiles gave me a high five.

"Hey, you're the one that heard a wolf howling."

"There could be something seriously wrong with me!"

"I know! You're a werewolf! Grrr!"

"Cut it before we give him a heart attack." I laughed, rolling my eyes as Scott stared me down.

"Okay, obviously I'm kidding! But if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find it's because Friday's a full moon."

"I'll pick up some stakes on my way to work." I smirked, Stiles giving me another high five once more. "Okay, okay. For real. I'm done." I held up my hands in defense as Scott looked like he wanted to strangle Stiles and I. Scott stopped in his place and began looking around.

"I could have sworn this was it. I saw the body, the deer came running, I dropped my inhaler." Scott began looking through the leaves.

"Maybe the killer moved the body." Scott thought.

"If he did I hope he left my inhaler, those things are like eighty bucks."

"Wait till mom finds out." I scoffed, shifting my weight and turning around on my heel.

"Oh my God." I quiet gasp escaped through my lips as I locked eyes with a stranger standing several yards from us. I'd never seen him before and the way he looked at me, he hadn't either. Something sparked in his eye that triggered recognition as he looked at my face. The mystery man had milky skin that looked even paler since he wore black head to toe. His jaw clenched as he began walking towards us. I broke my gaze away from him, as I looked to my sides to see that Scott and Stiles were both aware of the man.

"What are you doing here?" Mystery man finally spoke up. None of us knew what to say. "Huh? This is private property."

"Sorry, we didn't know." I apologized. His piercing green eyes stared through me and it sent a shiver down my spine.

"Yeah, we were just looking for something, but, um, forget it." Scott stammered. Green Eyes rolled his eyes, reached into his pocket, and threw something towards my brother who miraculously caught it. I stared at Scott's palm to see him holding his inhaler. My brows formed a tight line and I looked back up. Green Eyes harshly glared at us before turning around and hastily walking off. The three of us stood in silence for half a second before we tried to shake off the more than strange experience we just went through.

"Alright, come on, I've got to get to work." Scott piped up. I nodded and looked to Stiles to see his mouth hanging open.

"Guys," Stiles exclaimed, "that was Derek Hale!"

"That was Derek Hale?" I asked.

"Yeah, you guys remember right? He's only like a few years older than us."

"Remember what?" Scott asked.

"His family died." I distinctly remembered. It only happened a few years after I came to Beacon Hills.

"They all burned to death in a fire like ten years ago." Stiles elaborated. I swallowed a lump in my throat. I remembered the headlines in the paper very well: Beacon Hills Family Involved in Tragic Fire, 8 Dead. There were only two survivors, though I didn't remember who the other one besides Derek was. I didn't know who he was at the time, but I still felt for the guy. Nobody deserved to lose their family at such an early age.

I could easily vouch for that.

I survived the first day of school…mostly. It was half past ten and I was making a failed attempt to finish up the homework and wait up for Scott. He had called a little after nine to say he was closing up at work and would be home soon but here we were almost two hours later with no Scott. My mom—who was technically my aunt—was out late again working the late shift at Beacon Hills Hospital. She was a nurse for the E.R and, recently, the Long Term Care Facility section of the hospital. Money was rough around here, even with the three of us working. My legs ached of exhaustion as I sat crisscrossed on top of my comforter. I picked up my phone to check the clock again. I waited up long enough for Scott; he was old enough to not have his sister waiting up for him with the lights on. Suddenly, I could hear the front door open and slam shut followed by footsteps rushing up the stairs.

"Welcome back." I called, shutting the screen to my laptop and tossing my notebook to the side of my bed.

"You won't believe what happened when I was closing up tonight!" Scott exclaimed as he rushed into my room, his clothes damp from the rain outside.

"You got bit by another wolf." I smirked, still milking the werewolf joke from earlier.

"I got a date for Jackson's party on Friday!" He squealed like a little girl. My eyes widened, wondering if I heard my brother right.

"First of all, when do you go to parties—specifically Jackson parties? And second of all, who?"

"Allison!" Scott's grin was from ear to ear and hearts were dancing in front of his eyes. "She's the new girl."

"Look at you, asking out a girl and kicking Jackson's ass at practice. All on your first day too."

"I know. I really have a feeling this is gonna be a good year, Hayley." Scott happily sighed as he leaned against a wall.

The gravel blurred underneath my sneakers as I synchronized my footsteps to the beat of my music pulsating through my headphones. My lungs burned in a good way—if that was even possible. The Beacon Hills Nature Trail was my favorite place to run. It was tucked away inside the preserve and far from all human contact. It was the place I came when I wanted to get away. I had a lot on my mind and not enough hours in the day to deal with it. It had been a stressful few days in the McCall house; Scott to thank for all of it. Friday had been taunting me since I woke up at six AM Tuesday morning. Scott had been hocking me non-stop about going to Jackson's party to keep an eye on him and Allison. I'd been planning on going, but not to babysit him on his big boy play date. He'd also been nauseatingly confident since he inexplicably managed to make first line of the lacrosse team earlier this afternoon. A mixture of that and having a date with a pretty girl was getting to his head. My brother knew I wanted some down time to myself, but if I wasn't at work or at school, he begged me to help him practice on the field. As I was about to push my pace, I was more than disappointed to feel my phone vibrating in the waistband on my leggings. I quickly came to a stop; my Nike's kicking up dirt and I yanked out my headphones to replace them with my phone to my ear.

"What's up, Stiles?" I asked, trying to catch my breath.

"Where's Scott?" He yelled.

"How should I know?" I retorted. "I thought he went to your place."

"He did, he did. You need to try to get a hold of him. We need to find him and take him back—"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." I interrupted as Stiles continued rambling on. "Okay, you're cut off from Adderall today. But, I don't know where he is. I'm not his baby sitter. He probably went home."

"Where are you? Are you not home?"

"No, Stiles. What's the problem?"

"Scott can't go to that party with Allison tonight!"

"Don't be jealous he's got a hot date."

"No, no! Remember when we were joking about a werewolf biting Scott? It's not a joke anymore! I've been doing research all day. He's turning into a werewolf….Hayley? Are you still here?"

"And by here would you mean Beacon Hills or Forks, Washington? Bye, Stiles."

"Wait, wait, wait! Hayley, I'm serious. He just stormed out of my room. He attacked me. He left claw marks on my chair!"

"Ah, so he can grow claws now."

"Please believe me. We can't let him go to that party. Tonight's the full moon!"

"Yes, and Scott's not the only one it's making crazy." I rolled my eyes, impatiently tapping my foot on the ground.

"God, you McCall's are so damn stubborn! Please, go home and see if he's there. He's not answering his phone. You have to stop him."

"You're over convincing yourself on this. He's not turning into anything but a kick ass lacrosse player."

"But they found wolf hair on the body."

"Wolf hair, not werewolf hair. Take a reality check, Stiles. It's the Adderall talking." Stiles heavily sighed through the phone and I could imagine him mentally slapping himself.

"I'll pick you up at nine?" Stiles finally moved on.

"Please and thank you." I hung up the phone and stared at it for a second before shaking my head. Scott? A werewolf? Yeah, right. I silently laughed to myself as I put my phone back into my waistband and popped my headphones back in, taking off in a sprint towards my house.

My heeled booties clicked on the marble floors as I walked into Jackson's mansion. Dance music was blaring from several expensive sets of speakers; it pulsated the walls and shook the glass dining room table being used for beer pong. All I could see was a sea of red cups. The house was hot and loud. Drunken teenagers were screaming of joy and dancing around scandalously with one another. I rolled my eyes, silently wondering why I actually wanted to come.

Oh right, the free alcohol.

Stiles and I pushed our way past the herds of intoxicated teens and went straight outside to find the bar. Immediately, a wall of cold air hit me and I cringed as all I could smell was beer and cigarettes. On the patio, girls were dancing and chugging their spiked beverages like it was water. It was only another reminder that I was too sober for this.

"Didn't think I'd see you here." A giggling voice came up to me as I reached the bar. Lydia was pouring herself a drink.

"Yeah, yeah. Just pour me a drink, princess." I smirked. The red head grabbed a red cup and poured in coke and lemon flavored Bacardi. It was my favorite drink and Lydia had managed to remember.

"Cheers." She winked and after handing me the SOLO cup, she ran off after Jackson. Stiles came up beside me and grabbed a beer out of the cooler before giving me 'the-look'. 'The look' was the face Stiles gave me whenever he wanted me to become friends with Lydia again just to give her a suggestion to dump Jackson for him.

"No." I simply said before walking off in search for someone else that wouldn't bother me. It didn't take long to find Danny Mahealani, an openly gay Lacrosse player I'd been friends with ever since I came to Beacon Hills. We talked for some time while we both spied on Scott, who was cozying up to Allison fairly quickly. The girl looked at my brother with a smile tugging at her lips. The two were dancing to the beat of the music like no one else was around. I couldn't help but smile, wondering how in just one week everything was starting to work out for Scott. After downing the rest of my drink, I left Danny and his date in search for more alcohol.

"Scott? Scott?" I could hear Allison calling once I reached the bar. I looked over just in time to see the poor girl chasing after Scott, who looked to be stumbling his way inside the house. I dropped my cup onto the table and began following Allison. I forcefully pushed my way through the crowd until I made it to the front of the house. From the front door I watched Allison chase after Scott until she stopped at the end of the long driveway, feeling defeated as he got into my mom's car and drove off. I rushed down the set of stairs and stopped short next to Allison, watching the taillights of the beat up Toyota disappear down the road.

"What just happened?" I asked.

"I-I don't know. Did I do something wrong?"

"I highly doubt it." Scott was out of his mind.

"Scott was supposed to take me home by midnight. I—I don't know my way around this place well enough to walk." Allison stuttered, nervously picking at her cuticles.

"Allison." A hefty voice came from behind us. We turned around to see a leather clad Derek Hale standing a mere couple feet away from us. "Hayley, right?" He took a step closer. My eyes narrowed on the attractive man, curious how he knew my name and to why he was here. "I'm a friend of Scott's. My names Derek."

"A friend of Scotts? Since when?" I warily asked.

"I overheard you two needed a ride. I could help you out with that if you'd like." He offered, completely ignoring my question.

"Thanks but no thanks." I pursed my lips and nodded.

"She means of course." Allison corrected.

"Haven't your parents ever told you not to take a ride from strangers? Let's go, Allison." I tried to walk away but Allison quickly grabbed my wrist and pulled me back.

"Hayley, please. I've got a curfew and if I don't make it back in time my dad is going to kill me. And Scott!" She added. I stared at Allison for a second before heavily sighing and mentally slapping myself in the face.

"Where too?" I gave a sickly fake smile. Derek led the two of us down the road a ways until we reached a sleek, black Camaro that caused me to loose my breath and mumble out an elongated 'damn'. The guy had a nice face and a nice car.

I had hopped into the oh-so-spacious back seat of the tiny sports car while Allison had gotten the honorable spot of shotgun. I figured she needed it more being her date ditched her. Literally. I stared out the small back window beside me to see a blur of black trees passing by us.

"Hey, Hayley?" Allison meekly spoke up.

"Hmm?" I was taken out of my day dream to look over to Allison.

"You, you haven't heard from Scott have you? He hasn't called you or anything, right?" I picked up my phone to see it was empty of any messages from my brother.

"No, I'll try him again though." I tried to ease Allison's nerves as she let a heavy sigh pass through her lips. She crossed her arms tightly over her chest as she tried to not let anger get the best of her.

"I don't understand what happened. He just ran out."

"I'll talk to him when I get home. There's got to be some logical reason in that messed up head of his." I smirked. She barely returned it, feeling terribly defeated at how horribly the night went. Another five minutes passed until we finally pulled up to Allison's house. The two of us got out of the car and I took her seat as she ran a hand through her hair looking at the time on her phone.

"Thanks again for the ride. I owe you one." She told Derek, who nodded as his reply.

"Bye, Hailey." Allison waved her fingers and walked up the driveway to her house. Derek threw the Camaro back into drive and took off racing down the road. The ride was silent for a few minutes and I occupied myself by watching the full moon play hide and seek between the tall pine trees. My eyes peaked over to look at Derek. His knuckles were white from holding the steering wheel so tight. His jaw was clenched. I could almost feel how tense he was.

"So Derek Hale," my voice cut through the awkward silence, "since when did you become all buddy-buddy with my brother? Last time I checked he didn't know you." He turned his head towards me, his green eyes examining my every movement and breath.

"What's your address?" My eyes rolled when he deflected my question. I glanced at him waiting for an answer to my question but he didn't seem like he was going to break anytime soon.

"3250 Covington Avenue." I simply answered. My street soon came into few and I felt a wave of comfort wash over me. But unfortunately, it quickly disappeared as Derek continued down the road.

"You were supposed to turn there." I said. Derek looked at me, his eyes dark and menacing, and his foot stepped on the gas again. My face paled considerably. "Where are we going?" I asked with the bravest voice I could muster.

"I have to make a stop."

"I can walk from here." I disagreed, my fingers dancing over the door handle.

"You don't want to walk home; especially on a night like this. It's dangerous out there." I swallowed the hard lump growing in my throat. From the corner of my eye I could see the bright full moon glowing in all its glory. Suddenly, Stiles' crazy story from earlier didn't seem so crazy after all. My heart began beating faster and faster.

"Stiles was right, wasn't he?" I timidly asked. My eyes couldn't focus on Derek, the most interesting thing at the moment seemed to be his radio. "You heard us joking in the woods that day." I figured. "There's no way it's possible." The car finally came to a stop as the headlights shone on a sign that said 'Beacon Hills Preserve, No Entry After Dark'.

"Get out of the car and I'll show you." Derek turned the car off. My jaw clenched and my heart pounded erratically against my chest, beginning to figure if he was the one who killed the girl out here in the woods. Seeing I made no effort to move as I stared him down, Derek took different measurements.

"Get out of the car." He demanded, his eyes melting from a soft green to an electric ice blue. I did what he said and before I knew it, I was being dragged through the woods. My teeth chomped against my bottom lip as I panicked, wondering if I would have the same fate as my parents.

"Come on Derek, you don't want to kill me. Allison knows I'm with you, everyone will know you did it." I seethed.

"I didn't say anything about killing you." He spat. "I need to find Scott. You're just helping me."

"I'm not gonna be your puppet—" I was cut short when a growl interrupted me mid sentence. I slowly turned around, my eyes wide with fear as Scott stood mere feet from Derek and I. A shaking breath left my throat as I stared at my brother. His face was deformed—his ears ending in a point, fang descending from his eyeteeth, and his eyes glowing a golden yellow. Razor sharp claws replaced Scott's short, bitten nails.

"Don't touch my sister!"

"Scott?" I quietly asked, not recognizing my own sibling.

"She's safe. From you." Derek answered. I took a step back. Scott's body flinched to launch himself at the other wolf, but Derek beat him to it. Before I knew it, the two were rolling around the ground until Derek had my brother pinned against a tree.

"What did you do to her?" Scott yelled.

"Quiet…too late. They're already here. Run." Derek demanded and ran off. "Hide!" he ordered, pulling my wrist in the opposite direction of Scott. I gasped as I could see a flash of light over where Scott was standing and Derek pushed my behind a boulder.

"Stay hidden and don't say a word." He threatened before disappearing. I wrapped my hand over my mouth to calm my heavy breathing and I tried listening in on what was going on—or who the 'they' were that were here. Scott's cry made my heart jump out of my chest. Everything was happening so quickly but I wasn't sure what everything was. I could hear an unfamiliar mans voice along with the grunts and gasps of other men. Leaves were rustling and people were falling. Preparing myself for the worst, I quickly unzipped my heeled boots and grasped them tightly in my hand. My bare feet shivered as they touched the damp soil. It wasn't long after that when Derek came back, Scott in tow, and grabbed my forearm and started running. Getting the picture, I yanked my arm from him and began running as fast as I could alongside Scott. When Scott thought we were safe enough from whomever those men were, he collapsed against a tree. I dropped my shoes to the ground and kneeled down to comfort him.

"Who was that?" I asked as Scott tried to catch his breath.

"Hunters. The kind who have been hunting us for centuries." Derek answered.

"Us? You mean you! You did this to me!" Scott bellowed, tears brimming his eyes. I watched Derek's expression. His jaw clenched as he took a pause.

"Is it really so bad, Scott? That you could see better? Hear more clearly? Move faster than any human could ever hope? You've been given something that most people would kill for. The bite is a gift."

"I don't want it." Scott retorted. I stood up as Scott fell back against the tree and let Derek and him have their moment.

"You will. And you're going to need me if you want to learn how to control it." Derek took a step forward and held Scott against the tree. "So you and me Scott, we're brothers now." Derek hissed. He took one last long look at Scott, then me, before disappearing into the woods. Scott fell down, clenching his arm in pain.

"Let me help, I can stop the bleeding." I whispered, putting pressure on the wound.

"Aren't you scared of me?" A tear dripped down Scott's face.

"Scared? No. Shocked? Yeah." I sighed.

A/N: Sorry this chapter is so long! Just wanted to get it all out there :] Welcome to my new story! You may know me as the writer of The Chosen, aka Katherine Hemmings' story but I decided to also make another TW story! Got this idea in my head the other day and it just kept going. Hope you enjoy! Check out my polyvore for Hayley's outfits!