Chapter One

'Scott!' I shouted for the fifth time. He had his music blaring in his room and try as I might I hadn't been able to focus enough to read a single sentence.

'Scott!' Still no answer. With a huff, I threw my soft grey blanket off me and opened my bedroom door and walked straight into Scott's room without even knocking. He was going pull-ups on the bar that was attached to the doorway of his bathroom.

With a shake of my head, I walked over to his docking station and turned the volume down so low that you had to strain to hear it. He dropped from the bar and span around in surprise, but when he saw that it was me he relaxed.

'Don't do that!' Scott huffed, running his hands through his hair, 'you scared me!'

'Well if you hadn't had your music playing so damn loud you would have heard me shout your name the first time and I wouldn't have had to sneak up on you,' I retorted, my arms crossed over my chest and my brow lifted in challenge.

'Sorry. I needed to focus and I can only do that with the music loud.' Scott tried to reason with me.

'That's fair enough, but we've talked about this, Scott. If you want your music loud, use your headphones.' I told him, turning to leave the room, but we both paused when we heard something crack.

'Did you hear that?' Scott asked, reaching for the bat he kept next to his bedroom door.

'Yes.' I said, following after him as he made his way to the front porch. He swung the door open and lifted the bat, about to swing-.

'Ahhhh!' We both paused and sighed at the same time- we'd know that yell of surprise anywhere. Sure enough, Stiles Stilinski dropped from the balcony above us, hanging upside down.

'Stiles!' I scolded him, stepping forward to slap his shoulder, 'you scared us!'

'Scared you?' Stiles frowned, not understanding why we would have been anything but delighted about his sudden appearance, 'why do you have a bat?'

'I thought you were a predator!' Scott argued, his tone making me snort but when I saw the offended look on Stiles' face, my snort turned to full on laughter. Stiles glared at me, while Scott's lips twisted into a grin.

'What do you want anyway? I want a good nights sleep before school tomorrow.' I told him, giving him the same look I had been giving Scott in his room.

'My dad just took off, there's a search party in the woods. Jogger found a body.' Stiles smiled triumphantly, before he dropped into the bushes below him with a thud.

'I don't care.' Scott said, after we had made sure our best friend was okay, 'I want a good nights sleep too. I'm making first line this year, Stiles.'

Stiles scoffed and went to retort, but I cut him off.

'Wait, if they found the body, what's the search party for?'

Stiles smirked approvingly, 'they only found half.'

Scott and I shared a look, before telling Stiles we'd be five minutes. I was wearing my pyjamas, and Scott was only wearing sweatpants. I threw on some dark blue skinny jeans, black boots, black jumper and black leather jacket. Four minutes and thirty seconds later, we both barrelled down the stairs, locking the door behind us before climbing into Stiles' jeep. I slid into the back while Scott took the passenger side.

'Did you remember your inhaler?' I asked my twin.

He held it up for conformation before tucking it safely into his hoodie pocket. It didn't take us long to reach the reserve and the closer we got, the more I was thinking that this was a terrible idea. I didn't want to be the only one to chicken out though so I kept my mouth shut.

'We're here.' Stiles announced, turning off the ignition on his jeep.

'I have a really bad feeling about this, Stiles.' Scott said, and I found myself grateful that my twin had been the one to voice the problems that could easily arise in this situation.

'Me too.' I agreed, squeezing my brother's shoulder comfortingly.

'Guys… what could happen?' Stiles shrugged and climbed out of the jeep before we could tell him twenty different scenarios of what could happen.

'Sometimes, I wonder why he's our best friend.' I muttered.

Scott laughed, helping me climb from the back seat, 'you're not the only one, sis.'

We were walking in silence for a while, the only sound being the sticks cracking and the leaves rustling softly in the wind. I looked up to the sky and sighed; it was a full moon and the stars were shining brightly above us, lighting our way.

'I love full moons.' I murmured, only loud enough for the boys to hear me; neither were surprised with my remark.

'Stiles, what if the killer is still out here?' Scott asked and as soon as he said it, I took his hand in mine, needing reassurance that he was there and I wasn't alone. He squeezed my hand comfortingly as his other helped him use his inhaler.

'Huh.' Stiles said, looking to the ground in thought, 'I hadn't actually thought of that.'

He turned and carried on ahead, while Scott and I shared a frustrated look before following him. I was just about to give our best friend a piece of my mind when Scott pulled me behind a tree, my back against his front so that the bark could conceal us both. When I heard the barking, I knew why.

'Wait! This delinquent belongs to me!' Sherriff Stilinski shouted.

I peaked around the tree and saw the Sherriff take Stiles by his upper arm and pull him out of the dogs' path.

'Do you listen to all of my conversations?'

'Not the boring ones.' Stiles assured him, cringing when the Sherriff smacked the side of his head.

'And where are your usual partners in crime?'

'Scott? Stacey? They wanted to get a good nights sleep for school tomorrow.' Stiles waved his hand dismissively.

'Scott! Stacey!' The Sherriff shouted, clearly not believing his son. I pressed closer to Scott, praying that he didn't decide to venture a few feet, as he would spot us immediately.

'I'm going to walk you back to your car, and we're going to have a little talk about something called invasion of privacy.' The Sherriff said, his voice becoming quieter as he stepped away. Scott and I sighed in relief as we moved away from the tree stump.

'Now what?' I wondered, my arm linked through my brother's.

'Now we walk home.' Scott sounded about as happy about that as I did.

'Wonderful.' I groaned, 'lets just hope we don't run into any murderers on the way.'

'Stace, don't say that. You'll jinx us.' Scott said, completely serious.

We walked in comfortable silence for about five minutes. I was about to ask Scott about his summer reading when I heard a twig snap. My head whipped around as I tried to identify where it had come from, when I saw the deer coming our way, I pushed Scott to the floor and rolled into the fetal position, protecting my head. I felt a few hooves trample my abdomen and arms, but that was nothing compared to what could have happened. I stood when the footsteps faded away and offered Scott a hand. He reached into his pocked for his inhaler and looked completely panicked.

'My inhaler. It's gone.' He started to glance around frantically, pulling out his phone and turning on the torch.

'Woah. Calm down, Scotty. If it's here we'll find it but you won't do yourself any good if you work yourself into an attack before then.' My voice was soothing; I was used to having to calm him down, and when his shoulders slumped as the tension left them, my experience showed.

'You go left, I go right. But don't leave my sight, okay?' Scott said, his protective instincts appearing to kick in. I rolled my eyes, but gave him an assuring smile nonetheless.

I turned the torch on my phone on as well, and began looking around. Scott and I ended up making our way back to each other, having gone in a full circle, and our phones lit up the body at the same time. Scott and I both screamed and fell backwards, down the bank.

'Jesus Christ. I just had a heart attack.' I shouted, my hand on my chest as if that would somehow slow down the irregular rhythm.

'Tell me about it.' Scott muttered, offering me a hand this time. We both brushed the leaves off our clothing in silence. I was about to suggest to Scott that we do this when the sun was up when I saw something move in the distance behind him. Scott noticed my stare and turned around. Whatever it was, it was big and had red eyes, which was more than enough motivation for me to start running. Scott followed a few paces behind me. I glanced to my right and noted the creature was keeping up with us easily, and before I knew what was happening I felt a sharp sensation on my hip before I fell to the ground. It happened to quickly, I didn't have enough time to react, but I heard Scott cry out in pain and I jolted forward to try and get to him. The creature looked back over to me, it's skin was grey and slimy looking, it's iris' burned the same colour as the blood on it's fangs. I wondered what it was going to do, but before I could work myself up into a panic mode, it sprinted away and I moved over to Scott.

'Are you alright?' I asked him.

'Yeah. Did it bite you too?' He asked, sounding concerned.

'Yeah.' I muttered, resisting the urge to touch my side where the burning was coming from- I didn't want to make it even more painful.

'Let's get the hell out of here.' Scott breathed, taking my hand and pulling me out into the road, he must have been dazed because we had to jump back again when a red four by four almost collided with us.

'Let's see then!' Stiles said excitedly as we stood in front of the school with other students milling around us.

Scott and I lifted up our shirts to show the matching bite marks, both on our right side.

'Nice!' Stiles sounded gleeful.

'Not what I said when it happened.' I muttered dryly, the other two laughing at me.

'So what do you think it was?' Stiles asked.

'Scott thinks wolf, but-,' I started but Stiles cut me off.

'Wolves haven't been in Beacon Hills for sixty years.' He nodded in agreement as if he had never interrupted me. I shook my head fondly as we carried on walking.

'Well if you don't think it was a wolf, you wont believe us when we tell you we saw the body,' Scott grinned while I cringed at the reminder.

'Yeah I'm going to be having nightmares for at least a month.' I sighed while Scott nodded in agreement.

'This has got to be the best thing that has happened since…' he paused in thought, continuing when he saw a certain red head walk past him, 'since the birth of Lydia Martin! Lydia you look- like you're going to ignore me.'

Scott and I shared a grin as we made our way into the school, going to English as the final bell signalled the beginning of the school day. I sighed in frustration; I swear I could feel the exhaustion seeping into my bones already. We all took our seats, Scott the second row from the windows and me and Stiles on the row right next to the windows with Scott to our right.

'Alright, I'm sure you're all bustling with the news about the body that was found last night.' The teacher started, the three of us shared a smirk, 'but I'm here to tell you that they have a suspect in custody,' Scott and I looked over to Stiles and held his hands up to indicate that he didn't know anything about it, 'so you can give your full attention to the syllabus right in front of you.'

The rustling of the papers sounded abnormally loud, and I swear I could hear people chewing on their pens. Weird. I wondered if my immune system was going into shock briefly before I heard the shrill sound of a phone ringing. I looked around, wondering whom it belonged to, but nobody else seemed to be able to hear anything. Aside from my twin anyway. We shared a confused frown as we continued listening, watching a girl who was sat on a bench on the front lawn.

Mom three calls on my first day is a little overdoing it. Yeah, everything except a pen. Oh my god I didn't actually forget a pen. Okay, Okay I gotta to go. Love you.

The Principal approached her and they had a general conversation as they made their way into the school.

Sorry to keep you waiting. So, you were saying San Francisco isn't where you grew up?

No but we were there for more than a year, which is unusual for my family.

Well hopefully Beacon Hills will be your last stop for a while.

The doors came up to the door of the classroom we were in and the Principal opened the door and led the girl inside. She was average height, thin with black hair that tumbled down to her waist. She was stunning, and from my bothers dumbfounded expression I could tell he thought so too.

'Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome.' With that, the principal left the room and Allison darted for the empty seat behind my brother as fast as she could. I gathered she was shy. The raven-haired girl had barely been seated for three seconds when my brother turned around and offered her a pen. Allison smiled at him and took it gratefully, Scott seemed awestruck as he turned around, while the new girl's smile faded and she frowned at the pen, probably wondering how he knew she needed it.

Deciding I needed to pay attention, I shifted my focus to the front of the classroom. Even if watching my brother develop a crush on the new girl was somewhat entertaining.

The rest of the day was a blur of Syllabi and Scott making googly eyes at Allison. Stiles and I found it entertaining though and had no trouble teasing him about it; it was fairly easy to get my twin to blush and it was one of my favourite things to do. Before I knew it, it was time for lacrosse try-outs, which I was not looking forward to. Scott was adamant he was going to play first line, and he had been working out over the summer and trying to improve, I just didn't know if it was going to be enough. I hoped it would be, no one deserved this more than Scott.

'Do you think he's going to make it?' Stiles asked from next to me on the bench. I wasn't trying out for the team, but I always sat with Stiles and Scott during practices and matches. Coach used to fight me on it, but now he had just given up.

'I want him to. But we'll see.' I winced when the coach blew his whistle, for whatever reason it sounded ten times louder than it usually did. I just barely resisted the urge to cover my ears, but my twin wasn't so lucky. He was much closer to the Coach, so the sound was even louder for him. He had his ears covered, but apparently that didn't lessen the pain as he fell to his knees soon after.

'Oh dear.' Stiles muttered and I internally agreed with him, but my ears were starting to tune in to the conversation behind me.

Who's that? Allison asked, it didn't take a genius to know she was gesturing to my brother (she wasn't the most discrete person.)

Oh, him? He's nobody. Was Lydia's snarky reply.

I didn't get the chance to see if Scott heard because I was just about to turn around and chew Lydia's ear off when the sound of Stiles cheering stopped me in my tracks.

'What happened?' I asked, but before he could reply, I saw for myself. Scott had been put in goal and he was saving every single shot that was thrown at him. Even the ones Jackson the Jackass threw at him. Stiles and I were cheering loudly for him, not at all bothered by the looks we were probably getting.

He's very good. Allison commented.

Yeah he is. Very good. Lydia agreed, making me send a smug smirk her way over my shoulder.

As soon as practice was over, I ran straight over to my brother and gave him a bone-crushing hug.

'That was brilliant, Scotty! You're definitely making first line,' I laughed when he spun me around and pouted when he ruffled my hair.

'Nice job, man.' Stiles patted his shoulder.

Who is that? I heard Allison ask.

Oh, that's his twin sister. Lydia said almost flippantly, and I wasn't surprised, me and her didn't exactly get along.

Twin? Allison sounded surprised, but didn't question it further.

Personally I was glad she found out before she approached Scott and called me his girlfriend- apparently siblings weren't as close as we were and nothing made me cringe more than people making that mistake, I swear. It didn't happen very often though, not since everyone got used to us in freshman year. Now we were just referred to as the "McCall Twins," which was fine with me.

'What happened out there, man?' Stiles asked, we were walking back through the woods trying once again to find Scott's inhaler.

'I don't know, it's like I had forever to catch the ball.' Scott admitted as he crouched to let me onto his back- we had to walk over a creek and I didn't want to get wet.

'You're the best Scotty,' I told him as he carried on walking; he cringed when I ruffled his hair.

'Well you're the worst,' he shot back.

'Hey!' I objected with a pout that made Stiles laugh.

'Have you been noticing anything weird though, Stace?' Scott's tone suddenly became serious.

'I've been hearing things I shouldn't have been able to hear. Allison's conversation with her mom first period, Lydia and Allison talking on the bleachers and I've been able to smell things too.' I said, my voice barely loud enough to be heard.

'Me too!' Scott sounded a mixture of worried and relieved.

'Smell things? Like what?' Stiles sounded curious.

'Like the gum in your pocket.' Scott said.

'Mint mojito, right?' I said casually as I rested my chin on top of Scott's head, wondering how long I could get away with him carrying me.

'I don't have any-,' Stiles paused as he looked through his pockets and pulled out a piece of gum, he looked between the both of us in shock.

'Woah. Do you know how great this is?' He sounded excited.

'No it's not. What if it's some kind of side effect from that bite we got last night?' I suggested, afraid that something terrible was happening.

'What if our systems are flooding with adrenaline before we go into shock?' Scott murmured, his tone indicating he wanted someone to offer another option, but I didn't have anything.

'That's it. We're dead. Stiles you better write us a good eulogy- people better be crying with laughter or sorrow you're choice.' I told him seriously.

'Shut up,' Stiles chuckled before pulling Scott to a stop- and me seeing as I was still on his back- 'I actually think I know what this is. Yeah… it's called lycanthropy.'

'Is that bad? It sounds bad.' Scott replied, his hands tightening on my legs in panic, I just rolled my eyes but decided to play along.

'Yeah it's only a problem once a month though. Right, Stiles?' I cocked my brow and Stiles sent me a smirk, impressed and amused that I'd caught on to him so quickly.

'Yep.' Stiles replied and then he howled. Scott realised the joke and set me to my feet before walking ahead in a huff, leaving Stiles and I laughing a few steps behind him.

'Come on Scott, I'm sure we're going to be fine.' I assured him, when he didn't turn around I jogged ahead and started walking backwards in front of him.

'I don't feel like I'm about to drop dead. Do you?' I asked, my brow cocked as I dared for him to contradict me.

He opened his mouth to reply but his eyes widened just as I walked into a tree. I stood still, not thinking much of it, I was honestly surprised I hadn't walked into one sooner if I was honest, but I didn't understand why the concern on Scott's face hadn't disappeared now that I had stopped, unharmed.

'What's wrong with you? You look like you're about to have a heart attack.' I snorted, noticing Stiles was wearing the same expression where he had come to a stop a few steps behind my twin.

'Okay you're not funny.' I said, my hands coming to a rest on my hips.

'Stacey, there's someone behind you.' Stiles said, once he had managed to find his voice.

'I'm not falling for that one again.' I huffed, irritated that of all the times he could try and scare me he had to do it now, in the woods.

'He's not kidding, Stace.' Scott confirmed, and call it twin-telepathy, but Scott had never been able to successfully lie to me, so I knew that in that moment, he was telling the truth. Scott took my hand and pulled me forward so that I was now stood in between him and Stiles, and face to face with a tall, dark-haired, blue-eyed stranger.

'What are you doing here? This is private property,' the stranger said, sounding completely pissed off.

Stiles went to speak but I cut him off before he could, 'sorry, we must have missed the sign.'

The man stared at me, his eyes like ice and his brow twitching in annoyance, which made me smirk.

'What she meant to say was- we're sorry we didn't know.' Stiles corrected me, sounding terrified.

'That's not what I meant to say at all.' I snorted, rolling my eyes when Stiles clamped his hand over my mouth.

'One of these days your mouth is going to get us killed.' Stiles murmured into my ear. I just shrugged- I couldn't help it.

'We'll just leave.' Scott said, moving to drag me away but before he could the stranger threw something in my direction and I caught it reflexively. I understood what Scott meant now- it was like I had forever to catch it.

'Thank you. But what makes you think it's mine?' I asked him curiously, when Stiles removed his hand from my mouth.

'It's not?' The stranger cocked his brow.

'No,' I handed it to my brother who took it and put it into his pocket.

The dark haired man looked surprised for a moment, but rather than responding he just turned and walked away. I shrugged and linked arms with my brother and Stiles as we started to make our way back to Stiles' jeep.

'Don't you remember him?' Stiles asked, sounding surprised.

'There was something familiar about him.' I admitted, but I just couldn't put my finger on it.

'That was Derek Hale, remember he's like a few years older than us.' Stiles said, reaching over to slap Scott out of his daze.

'I don't remember him,' Scott said, annoyed.

'I do. Cora was my best friend before that fire.' I said, my eyes glazing over as I remembered my friendship with the youngest Hale.

Scott and Stiles' arms tightened in mine by way of offering comfort, which I was grateful for. I hadn't dealt with that fire very well, being nine years old I hadn't experienced much loss, and being told that I was never going to see my best friend again was something I couldn't quite grasp.

'He must be in so much pain.' I murmured quietly; I had lost my best friend, but he had lost his entire family.

'He and his sister left after, everyone kept saying they were the ones behind it.' Stiles said.

'That's ridiculous! Cora always talked about how everyone in her family loved and supported each other, there is no way Derek or Laura were behind it.' My tone was sure and fierce.

'We know that, Stace.' Scott assured me, lifting me onto his back again before he and Stiles walked back over the creek.

Before I knew it, it was Friday night and the first week of school was over. I hadn't been able to spend much time with my twin or our best friend as if I wasn't doing homework or reading ahead, I was volunteering at the hospital. But Scott had been filling me in every night before we went to bed- he had made first line and he had secured a date with Allison that Saturday. Needless to say he was excited and nervous as hell. After he had told me about that, he had been trying to convince me to come to the party too and keep Stiles company- I was volunteering at the hospital until six, but I promised him I'd make an appearance after that.

'Are you alright, sweetie?' I looked up to see the worried brown orbs of my mom, Melissa McCall.

'Yeah, sorry I was just thinking about how much has happened this week,' I gave her a soft smile.

'Yeah it has been a little crazy,' she laughed, squeezing my arm affectionately.

I had been volunteering at the hospital all summer- while Scott wanted to be a veterinarian; I wanted to be a nurse like our mom. I didn't get to do much, mostly answering phones, organising paperwork and helping calm down patients in the waiting room. I had been allowed to stand in on a few operations, though. I of course hadn't been allowed to do anything, but I had been awed both by the work that Doctors were capable of and the amazing way that my mom worked- she was an angel and I was proud to be her daughter.

'How about you take off early?' She suggested, probably noticing my fidgeting and mistaking it for anticipation. But I wasn't excited for the party, my skin felt like it was stretching, a weird sensation to say the least.

'No, it's okay mom,' I tried to brush her off, 'I only have another thirty minutes left of my shift anyway, and I don't want to make a bad impression by ducking out early.'

'Honey, you volunteered every day of the summer, I can assure you, you're a million miles away from making a bad impression.' She nodded in assurance, a soft smile on her face.

'Regardless-,' I tried to argue, but she took the clipboard from my hand and basically ushered me from the hospital after giving me a parting hug.

I shook my head in amusement- my mom was a force to be reckoned with. I pulled my phone out of my pocket when I felt it vibrate. It was Stiles.

Need you to come by my house. ASAP.

On my way. I replied, and set off to walk to his house, trying to ignore the feeling that I was being watched.

Scott and I reached Stiles' house at the same time and headed up to his room, only to see him pouring over a book, completely oblivious to our entrance. After sharing a mischievous look we moved forward quietly and jolted a shoulder each, making him jump up with a screech.

My twin and I laughed as we took a seat at the bottom of his bed.

'Yes you're both very funny,' Stiles said sarcastically.

'What's this about anyway?' Scott asked, placing his bag at his feet.

'Yeah did your dad find something to do with the body?' I added, lifting my feet onto the bed and crossing my legs.

'No-I mean yes- they're still questioning people- even Derek Hale.' Stiles muttered, looking at each of the books at his feet, apparently searching for a particular one.

'The guy in the woods we saw the other day,' Scott said, amused at how flustered our best friend was.

'Yes, but that's not it! This is about that joke I made the other day,' Stiles said, his eyes flickering between the both of us.

'Oh, well I forgive you.' I told him, frowning when he didn't respond and just continued to mutter to himself.

'Yeah, don't worry about it, Stiles.' Scott agreed.

'What? No! It's not a joke anymore.' His tone was serious and I was waiting for the moment that he was going to crack and laugh.

'Stiles, this isn't funny anymore, man.' Scott warned him.

'I'm not joking. I saw that play you made yesterday, Scott. Not only was it amazing, okay, it was impossible,' Stiles implored, trying to get us to believe him.

'So Scott makes one amazing play and you think he's a werewolf?' I scoffed, standing up and making a move to leave the room.

'Not just Scott, Stace. You too.' Stiles' voice was soft, which was a tone that he took on whenever he was trying not to provoke my temper.

'This is ridiculous, Stiles. Werewolves? Really?' I shouted, my temper unleashed.

'She's right Stiles. Man, I think you need to get some sleep.' Scott said gently, reaching for his bag.

'Alright, no! Listen to me- it's a full moon tonight. You both need to stay inside.'

Scott and I shared a look before Scott said, 'I made first line and I actually got a girl to go out with me. Why are you trying to ruin it?'

'And I need a night off, Stiles, I'm not staying inside because you have some insane idea that we're going to turn into supernatural creatures and start howling at the moon.' I crossed my arms over my chest as I glared at him.

'I'm trying to help. It's not just that the moon will cause you to physically change, it also happens to be that's when your bloodlust will be at it's peak.' Stiles shook his head, taking the book off his desk and reading, 'it says the change can be triggered by anything that raises your pulse. I haven't seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does. And Stacey, your temper is bad on a good day; if you run into Jackson tonight your pulse will go through the roof. I'm cancelling that date and you're both staying in.'

He moved toward Scott's bag, searching for his phone. I just stood back and watched, not wanting to get in the middle of their spat. I had learned that they had to work through their anger on their own; interfering wouldn't do anyone any good.

'Give it to me!' Scott yelled, pinning Stiles to the wall and holding his fist up as if to punch him, but he came to his senses and knocked the chair over instead.

'Scott. Get off him. Now.' I ordered him, pulling him away with a hand on his shoulder and actually managing to get him to stumble. He looked in between Stiles, and me, his chest heaving with his breaths and when he saw the scared expression on his best friend's face, he looked remorseful.

'I'm sorry.' Scott said, reaching down and pulling his bag on over his shoulder, 'I'm sorry.' He said one last time before he left the room, knowing that I wasn't going to leave with him.

I walked over to Stiles and gently placed my hand on his shoulder, not wanting to startle him, 'are you okay?'

'Yeah,' he said, his voice cracked so he tried again, 'yeah I'm fine.'

'I think you might be right. About Scott anyway. Besides the hearing I haven't really noticed any changes.' I shrugged, rubbing Stiles' back comfortingly.

'That's because you haven't been getting pissed off, like Scott. He made that amazing shot in lacrosse after coach yelled at him, he attacked me after I said he needed to cancel his date. Anger and aggression triggers it.' Stiles told me, and for the first time I felt afraid, because he was right I was the angrier twin, and if someone really pissed me off I was a force to be reckoned with.

'Stiles-,' He must have heard the fear in my voice because he cut me off with a tight hug.

'We're going to have to go to that party tonight. It's a full moon and he'll be in a room full of possible victims.' I murmured after I had calmed down.

'I don't know if you being there is such a good idea, Stace.' Stiles shook his head.

'If Scott freaks out, you'll need me to calm him down and I'll need you to keep me human, too.' My tone booked no argument, and he reluctantly agreed.

I sighed as I rooted through my closet for something to wear. Parties weren't really my thing, and if I ever did go I never made an effort. That didn't stop me from spending ten minutes hoping an outfit would magically appear in my closet before I left though.

'Looking for Narnia?' My mom asked, leaning against the doorway of my room.

'More like Mall of America.' I muttered back, making her laugh.

I pulled out a faded black denim skirt and a white vest top.

'That's cute.' Mom assured me, 'you thinking your black combat boots and leather jacket?'

'Of course,' I said, over-exaggerating my tone, when I heard her chuckle I smiled as I slipped into my bathroom to get changed.

I slipped on my outfit quickly after denying my mom's offer to help with my make-up. I didn't usually wear more than mascara and chap stick and I didn't see the point in doing it differently for a party- it just took more time. After I had laced up my boots, I let my hair down from the bun I had it in for work at the hospital and let it tumble down over my shoulders. My hair was dark brown, like my brothers, and the loose curls reached down to my belly button, making my chocolate brown eyes pop against my olive complexion. After running my fingers through my hair and re-applying my chap stick, I was ready.

'Hey, Stace.' I looked up to see my brother standing in the doorway, twirling the keys around on his index finger.

'Hey bro. Nervous?' I guessed.

'Yes.' He said straight away, making me laugh.

'You'll be fine, just be yourself and she'll love you,' I assured him, squeezing his arm comfortingly.

'I hope you're right.' My twin sighed, 'do you need a ride?'

'As long as you don't mind your twin third wheeling,' I teased, laughing as his nose wrinkled at the thought.

'Yeah on second thoughts, you can walk,' Scott said, turning to leave.

'Hey!' I shouted, jogging after him and shoving him when I noticed his shoulders were shaking from his silent laughter.

'Knock it off you two! I want you both back by eleven!' Mom shouted from her room, but we both knew she wouldn't be here then- she had to be back at the hospital for ten.

'Sure mom!' We shouted together.

After introducing myself to my brother's date and watching my brother stare at her as if she were some long lost treasure, we eventually made it to the party. I hung back and walked over to the punch table while keeping a watchful eye on my brother. It didn't look like Stiles was here yet, but I didn't think he would be too much longer. I watched Allison drag my twin onto the dance floor, hiding a smirk behind my cup as he protested. But, predictably, he couldn't deny her and he was soon swaying awkwardly with her in the middle of the dance floor, plenty of other couples around them. I looked up to the sky and saw the moon rising, the feeling of my skin stretching was getting stronger and stronger the further it rose into the sky, but I shook it off and returned my gaze to my brother. He needed me right now. I needed to stay focused.

'Well, well, well. If it isn't the hot McCall,' an obnoxious voice drawled from behind me.

'Get lost, Jackson. I'm in no mood to deal with your arrogant face right now. Go and find your girlfriend. For whatever reason she can actually tolerate you.' I said, not even bothering to turn around.

When I felt his hand on my waist I grabbed it and turned, twisting his arm so that it rested behind his back and leaned forward to snarl into his ear, 'you ever put your hands on me again, I'll break your arm. Do you understand me?'

He nodded and I let him go by throwing him forward with a force I didn't know I was capable of- he fell into a guy from the wrestling team and they both tumbled to the floor. The party watched, amused, as Jackson tried to apologise to him, but I was trying not to hyperventilate.

I found myself walking to the far wall, resting my back against it as I tried to crush down my anger and get my pulse to return to normal. Scott needed me, and for that reason I needed to calm down. But it was no use- the anger seemed to flourish inside of me and I knew that I needed to leave, so I darted for the door and noticed with a sigh of relief that my brother was heading for his car. I jumped into the passenger seat as he sped us home. I thought I could hear Stiles and Allison shouting after us, but I paid them no mind- my skin was stretching so much now that it was almost painful, my head felt like it was going to explode and the anger inside of me was finally bubbling down as pain took over.

'What is happening?' Scott cried as he haphazardly parked the car in the drive and we both jumped out and ran into the house.

'If Stiles is right, we're changing,' I groaned, heading for the bathroom attached to Scott's bedroom- neither of us wanted to be alone right now.

I looked up at my reflection and noticed the sweat on my brow, but what made me freak out were the fangs growing in my mouth and the fact that my eyes were glowing a golden colour. I turned around and looked over to my twin to notice he was experiencing the same changes I was, when he saw my face he looked at his own reflection before flinching away in disbelief.

'Scott! Stacey!'

'Where's Allison?' Scott groaned out while I sat on the floor with my head between my knees.

'She got a ride home from the party. Let me in, is Stacey in there with you?'

'I'm here Stiles.' I confirmed.

'He's like us Stiles!' Scott shouted.

'What? Who is?'

'Derek! He was the one who bit us, who killed that girl in the woods.' Scott was getting more and more frustrated.

'Scott… Derek was the one who gave her a ride from the party.' Stiles admitted somewhat reluctantly.

Scott dove out of the window without another word and I went after him, ignoring Stiles' shouts of horror. I didn't know if Derek had been the one to attack the woman in the woods, but I was hoping that the Derek Hale that Cora used to gush about when we were children was still in there somewhere, and I refused to believe he'd turned into a cold hearted killer.

'Scott!' I tried to get him to slow down, but he wouldn't listen, so I gave up trying to reason with him and just followed, running on all fours just like he was. I was startled to find that it came naturally. I realised where he was going when we entered the reserve where we had been bitten almost a week ago.

'Derek!' Scott roared, as he stood on his feet, looking around him. He caught sight of something hanging on a tree, I noticed it looked like a jacket and apparently it was one Scott recognised, 'where is she?'

'She's safe.' A voice answered, I looked around trying to figure out where it was coming from, 'from you.'

Before Scott could react, Derek appeared out of nowhere and dragged him to the ground, both of them rolling down the hill below. I followed them with a roll of my eyes- boys.

When I reached the bottom at a much slower pace, Derek had my brother pinned to a tree and the defeated look in Scott's eyes stirred my protective instincts. I placed my hand on Derek's shoulder and threw him backwards. I went to help my twin up, but before I could I found myself pinned to the ground, with Derek on top of me.

'Get off her!' Scott yelled, pissed off all over again.

I tried to push against his chest to get him to release me, but he wouldn't budge. I was contemplating kneeing him in the groin when his voice stopped me in my tracks.

'Quiet!' He snapped, looking around as if he were listening for something, his lips tilted down in annoyance, 'too late. They're already here. Run.'

Derek was gone from on top of me before I could react and Scott was helping me up. We went to run, just as he said, but we clearly went in the wrong direction as something hit the tree in front of us and exploded, the bright lights blinding me temporarily with a cry of pain. I heard something soaring through the air, but before I could question what it was my twin was crying out in pain and I looked over to find him pinned to a tree with an arrow in his arm.

I moved over to him immediately and tried to pull it out, but ended up letting out my own cry of pain when an arrow went through my abdomen, also pinning me to the tree. I felt my eye sight return to normal and looked up to see three men, carrying crossbows and guns as they stepped forward into the moonlight. The one in the middle appeared to be the leader as after assessing us with his blue eyes he smiled and ordered the other men to 'take them.'

I growled low in my throat, angry with them and protective of my twin. I yanked the arrow from my stomach and tossed it to the ground. The leader was about to shoot me again but when one of his men went flying he turned around to see what was happening, only to see the other man go flying into a tree with enough force to knock him unconscious. I turned and pulled the arrow from my brother's arm and pushed him forward to follow Derek. We all broke out into a run as we put as much distance between the men and us as we could. Eventually, Derek decided it was safe and came to a stop, turning around to face us.

Scott was on the floor, resting his back against a tree stump as he tried to get is breath back. I wasn't out of breath- I was captain of the track team so the running didn't phase me- but I was starting to feel the pain from the arrow in my abdomen.

'Who were they?' Scott asked.

'Hunters.' Derek said, his eyes seeming to be assessing me and Scott, 'they've been hunting our kind for centuries.'

'Our kind? You mean your kind- you did this to us!' Scott shouted.

'Will you shut up, unless you want another arrow through your arm? If you shout loud enough maybe they'll come back,' I hissed, leaning against the tree as I lifted my shirt to assess my stomach, it appeared to be healing but it still stung like a bitch.

'Sorry,' Scott grunted, managing to stand on his feet but he was still leaning heavily against the tree.

'It'll heal,' Derek assured me as he noticed my wound, I gave him a nod of thanks as I dropped my shirt and went over to my brother.

'Are you alright, now you've had your temper tantrum?' I asked him, unable to keep the sarcasm from my voice, as I looked at the wound on his arm.

'You are in no position to talk to me about temper tantrums,' Scott gave me a look that made me chuckle.

'Yes, but it's expected from me. Not from you,' I said softly.

'I don't know what came over me,' he admitted sheepishly.

'It's because you've only just turned. You'll learn to control it.' Derek assured us, reminding us of his presence.

'Thank you for saving us.' I said, smiling gently, he seemed surprised but nodded in acknowledgement.

'You're thanking him, he did this to us, Stace!' Scott said, his voice barely below a shout.

'Is it really so bad, Scott? That you can 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.' Derek said, stepping closer to the both of us as he spoke.

'I don't want it.' Scott said, and I knew he was lying- he didn't want what came with it, the full moons, the aggression, and the transformation. But he wanted the better senses.

'You will.' Derek assured him, as if he could tell he wasn't being truthful as well, 'and you're both going to need me if you want to learn how to control it. So you two and me, we're siblings now.' He smirked before turning and walking away.

'Well that was intense. He sure knows how to sell Lycanthropy, huh?' I muttered, trying to lighten the mood as we started walking. I glanced at my watch and noticed it was well past two in the morning- there was no way we were going to make it home before the sun came up.

Scott chuckled, 'he definitely needs to work on his sales technique.'

We both walked, managing to find our way out of the woods and onto the side of the road pretty quickly, the only trouble was that our house was a five-mile walk. Daylight soon greeted us, and I could have cried in relief when Stiles' blue jeep met us on the side of the road.

'Stiles Stilinski, our saviour!' I greeted him as I climbed into the back seat, he laughed at my dramatics before he started to drive after Scott had closed the passenger door.

'That has a nice ring to it.' He commented, making me roll my eyes.

'I'm not going to start calling you that.' I said before he could even ask, when he groaned, I laughed only to immediately wince at the pain in my abdomen.

We had been sitting in comfortable silence for about half an hour when Scott broke it with a question that made me want to smack him upside the head.

'Do you know what actually worries me the most?'

'If you say Allison I'm going to punch you in the head.' Stiles said, looking like he was already considering it.

'I'll hold him still,' I offered.

'She probably hates me now!' Scott sounded worried.

'I doubt that,' I muttered.

'But you might wanna come up with a pretty amazing apology,' Stiles shook his head at his best friends line of thought.

'Or you could just tell her the truth and revel in the awesomeness of the fact that you're a freaking werewolf,' Stiles said, looking to Scott's expression and the road. My twin just gave him a look while I laughed.

'That's very true. I can't believe it,' I shook my head, astonished.

Scott didn't look encouraged by the fact and Stiles and I shared a look before I leaned forward and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

'We'll get through this, Scotty.' I promised him, because we would, we got through everything.

His hand rested on mine as he nodded.

'If I have to I'll chain you up on the full moons and feed you both live mice. I had a boa once I could do it.' Stiles assured us.

'While that was a disgusting visual, that's actually very sweet Stiles.' I squeezed his shoulder with my free hand while he just waved my praises off.

'You're a good friend, Stiles.' Scott agreed, his head resting on the window, staring at the passing scenery as his hand remained over mine.

'So what's his apology?' Stiles asked as we watched Scott waiting for Allison at the front of the school.

'No idea. I gave him some options but he told me he was just going to wing it.' I said, trying to tune my hearing in on their conversation as Allison walked from the front doors, heading towards her car.

So what happened you left me stranded at the party? I winced at her tone- this wasn't going to be pretty.

Yeah, I know and I'm really sorry, I am. But you're gonna have to trust that I had a really good reason. I shook my head at how evasive he was being- he really couldn't lie if his life depended on it.

Did you get sick?

I definitely had an attack of something. Oh, Scott you are such an idiot.

Am I gonna get an explanation? She demanded.

Can you just find it in your heart to trust me on this one?

Am I gonna regret this?

Probably. Scott nodded and Allison laughed, making my brows lift in surprise- was this actually going to work?

So is that a yes on a second chance? He sounded hopeful and I held my breath for him.

Definitely yes. She said and I grasped Stiles' arm to stop myself for jumping up and down on the spot, but a relieved laugh did escape my lips. A car horn beeped and Scott and Allison looked over to see who it was. So did I and when I recognised him, my heart jumped to my throat.

'Shit. Shit. Shit.' I muttered.

'What? Did she blow him off?' Stiles asked, not understanding what was going on.

'That man. He's one of the hunters from last night.' I breathed, darting over to my brother after he had drove away with Allison.

'What?' Stiles shouted after me, but made no move to follow.

After talking with Scott for a few minutes, he left for practice while my blood felt like it had turned to ice. Allison's father was a hunter. There was one thing I was certain of: we were both absolutely fucked.