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Chapter One
🐺 Wolf Moon 🐺

Scott McCall sat on his bed in his room, wearing only a pair of gym shorts, as he re-threads the laces on his lacrosse stick. Once he determined that the net on his stick is secure and loose enough, he tossed the stick on his bed before walking toward the bathroom door, where he has a bar mounted on the lintel.

After doing a series of chin-ups, Scott goes into the bathroom, where he brushes his teeth and washes his face before bed. Suddenly a noise sounded outside making him pause to listen for danger. He quickly slipped on a shirt and a red hoodie before grabbing a baseball back and slowly walking out the house.

All of the sudden a figure falls off the roof, hanging by their feet making Scott scream and was about to hit the person until he noticed it was Stiles Stilinski, his best friend who was also screaming.

"Stiles, what the hell are you doing?!" Scott yelled and Stiles looked at his best friend in exasperation, "You weren't answering your phone! Why do you have a bat?" He asked and Scott rolled his eyes and lowered the bat. "I thought you were a predator!" He said making Stiles squint at him, "A pre... Wha?" He asked before scoffing lightly.

"Look, I know it's late, but you gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called- they're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even state police." Stiles said and Scott furrowed his brows, "For what?"  He asked and Stiles smiled.

"Two joggers found a body in the woods." He said before getting himself down, "What, a dead body?" Scott asked as Stiles stood up. "No, a body of water." He said sarcastically, "Yes, dumbass, a dead body!" He said before climbing over the railing onto the porch.

"You mean, like, murdered?" Scott asked and Stiles shrugged slightly, "Nobody knows yet. Just that it was a girl, probably in her twenties." He said and Scott frowned. "Hold on, if they found the body, then what are they looking for?" Scott asked and Stiles looked at him with excitement, "That's the best part- they only found half."

"We're going."

Minutes later the two pull into the preserve in Stiles' teal blue Jeep, illuminating the sign warning against entry after dark with the Jeep's headlights. "We're seriously doing this?" Scott asked as they climbed pit of the jeep, "You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town." Stiles said before patting Scott's shoulder and walking into the woods.

"I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow." Scott said while following behind Stiles, "Right, 'cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort." Stiles said sarcastically. "No, because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line." Scott said.

"Hey, that's the spirit! Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one." Stiles said making Scott chuckle and shake his head. "Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?" Scott asked and Stiles furrowed his brows slightly, "Huh! I didn't even think about that." He said and Scott nodded slowly.

"And, uh... what if whoever killed the body is still out here?" Scott asked and Stiles pursed his lips, "Also something I didn't think about." He said and Scott rolled his eyes in amusement as the two start to hike up a hill. "It's comforting to know you've planned this out with your usual attention to detail." Scott said and Stiles nodded, "I know."

Scott's breathing starts to become rapid, shallow, and wheezy as the two continue up the hill, with Scott struggling to keep up with Stiles' quick pace. "Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh?" Scott asked as he leans his back against a nearby tree as he pulls his inhaler out of his pocket. However, when Stiles keeps pushing on, Scott continues to make his way up the hill after him.

When they see a handful of people ahead of them waving flashlights around as part of the search, Stiles and Scott dive behind a large fallen tree branch as they plan their next move, turning off the flashlight so they don't attract attention. Unfortunately for them both, Stiles' impatience eventually wins out, and he whispers back to Scott as he jumps up and runs toward the action.

"Come on!" Stiles said before running off while Scott, still wheezing, tries to stop Stiles, to no avail. "Stiles! Wait up!" Scott called out before he quickly takes a hit from his inhaler before scrambling to catch up with him. He tries his best to call after his best friend without also alerting anyone else that they are there, "Stiles! Stiles!"

Stiles finally hears the last attempt to call his name, but the split second of distraction caused the nearby K9 officer to start barking at him, scaring him so much he falls backwards onto the ground. The deputy with the search dog immediately points his flashlight at Stiles as he tries to recover from the shock.

"Hold it right there!"

Scott, several meters behind him, quickly hides behind a nearby tree, pressing his back to it and closing his eyes as though it will keep him from being seen. "Hang on, hang on..." A voice said as Stiles stands to his feet, shielding his eyes from the bright flashlight held toward him by the deputy.

"This little delinquent belongs to me." Sherriff Stilinski said and Stiles, trying to play it cool, nods at him, "Dad, how are you doing?" He asked and Stilinski raised his eyebrows. "So, do you, uh, listen in to all of my phone calls?" He asked and Stiles shook his head, "No. Heh... Not the boring ones." He said and Stilinski sighed and nodded slightly.

"Now, where's your usual partner in crime?" He asked as he glanced around, "Who, Scott?, Scott's home. He said he wanted to get a good night's sleep for first day back at school tomorrow. It's just me... In the woods... Alone..." Stiles said awkwardly.

It is obvious that Stilinski doesn't buy what Stiles is saying, and he lifts his flashlight and tries to get a look around to find Scott, who is still hiding behind the tree. "Scott, you out there? Scott?" Stilinski called out and waiting for a moment before sighing and grabbing Stiles roughly by the back of the neck and steering him toward the entrance to the preserve.

"Well, young man, I'm gonna walk you back to your car... And then you and I are gonna have a conversation about something called 'invasion of privacy'."

As Stiles and the Stilinski leave, Scott closes his eyes and hits the back of his head on the tree, mouthing "Damn!" under his breath when he realizes that by hiding himself, he lost his way home. Scott waits until the coast is clear before heading in the opposite direction through the woods, following the same path he and Stiles took to get there.

Thunder and lightning flickers overhead as Scott carefully makes his way back, pulling up the hood to his sweatshirt to try to keep his head dry from the steady rain. It's evident that he's unnerved by the sounds of the forest animals around him, but when he makes it to a foggy clearing, he becomes unnerved by the fact that it falls totally silent.

He pulls his inhaler out of his hoodie once again and shakes it, intending to take another hit when suddenly, a herd of deer begin frantically stampeding toward him, trampling him over and causing his inhaler to fly several meters away.

Once the deer have cleared out, Scott, still in shock, gets to his feet and starts looking for his inhaler using his cell phone as a light source. He's about to search through a pile of dead leaves when he's startled when he instead uncovers the top half of the body that Stiles had told him about- young, with dark hair and very clearly bisected at the waist.

The shock of this sight stuns him so badly that he loses his balance and tumbles down the hill behind him and into a ravine. Scott, shaken, stands to his feet with a groan, using a fallen tree trunk to help himself up due to the aches and pains caused by his fall.

He makes his way quickly through the woods, wanting nothing more than to get out of there as soon as possible, when all of the sudden, a growl heard behind him causes him to freeze in fear. He slowly turns around, only to find a large, bestial wolf with glowing red eyes standing before him.

Scott barely has time to gasp before the beast leaped toward him, causing him to fall backward onto the ground. Though Scott attempts to crawl away, the wolf grabs him by the ankles and pulls him backwards before viciously biting him on his side, causing Scott to roar in pain.

Panicked, Scott scrambles through the woods, tripping and tumbling all the way as he desperately tries to evade whatever bit him. When Scott finally makes it to the nearest road, he stops just before being hit by someone driving a burgundy SUV, who manages to swerve away from him just in the nick of time. Finally more or less safe, Scott takes a moment to lift the hem of his hoodie up, examining the large bite wound on his hip with horror as the rain continues to pour down around him.

Suddenly, a loud wolf howl is heard from in the woods making Scott glance back at the woods as he breathed heavily.

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The next morning Scott rode his bike through the school parking lot, where he jumps off just as he makes it to the bike rack in front of the school. He takes off his helmet and hangs it on the handlebars, adjusting his backpack with his lacrosse stick strapped to the back just as Jackson Whittemore, driving a silver Porsche, pulls into the parking spot next to him.

Jackson gets out of the car, hitting Scott in the back with the door before shooting him a nasty look. "Dude! Watch the paint job." He said and Scott looks at him with an offended expression, but before they can interact further, someone called out. "Yo, Jackson! Let's go, bro." Jackson walks away without another word, though he does turn his head back to shoot Scott a glare before he leaves.

"Okay, let's see this thing." Stiles said as Scott walked up to him. Scott lefts up his shirt to show Stiles his bite wound, which is covered with gauze and tape that has a small amount of blood leaking through. "Ooh!" Stiles said as he poked the bandage making Scott to flinch, "Whoa!"

Scott pulls his shirt back down as the two resume their walk into the school. "It was too dark to see much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf." Scott said and Stiles looked at Scott with raised eyebrows, "A wolf bit you?" He asked and Scott nodded making Stiles shake his head.

"No, not a chance." He said and Scott raised his eyebrows, "I heard a wolf howling." Scott said and Stiles scoffed and continues to shake his head. "No, you didn't." He said and Scott rolled his eyes, "What do you mean, "No, I didn't?" How do you know what I heard?" He asked

"Because California doesn't have wolves, okay? Not in, like, sixty years." Stiles said and Scott looked surprised by this news as the two stop on the staircase. "Really?" Scott asked as Stiles turned to face him, "Yes, really. There are no wolves in California." He said and Scott nodded slightly.

"All right. Well, if you don't believe me about the wolf, then you're definitely not gonna believe me about when I tell you I found the body." Scott said making Stiles' eyes widened in excitement, "You- are you kidding me?" He asked and Scott shocked his head. "No, man, I wish. I'm gonna have nightmares for a month." Scott said and Stiles laughed.

"That's freaking awesome. This is seriously the best thing that's happened to this town since... since the birth of Wren Martin." Stiles said as he caught eye of his and Scott's childhood best friend, Wren Martin getting pulled by her sister, Lydia.

"Hey Wren! You look- like... you're going to ignore me." Stiles said making Wren look back at them with an apologetic look at Lydia dragged her to the school doors. "Sorry! I'll see you guys in class!" She called out to them and Stiles smiled awkwardly as both him and Scott waved at her.

"You're the cause of this, you know. Dragging me down to your nerd depths. I'm a nerd by association. I've been Scarlet-nerded by you." Stiles said pointing at Scott who just raised his eyebrows in response.

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Scott and Stiles enter their first period English class and take their seats as Wren walked into class. She instantly walked over to take the seat in front of Stiles before looking at them. "What's with the text messages about a body and Scott getting bit?" She asked and Stiles was about to say something but Mr. Curtis spoke up.

"As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night." Mr. Curtis said and Scott looked over at Stiles, who is in the desk one row and one column behind him and who winks at him knowingly while Wren chuckled and shook her head. "And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened. But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody." He said making Scott glance back at Stiles who shrugged.

Scott pulled out the sheet of paper before a phone ringing loudly made him flinch and glance around the room. Although when he looks around the room, he sees no one else reacting to the noise, causing him to frown in confusion. Eventually, the sound of a female voice draws his attention to the row of windows to his left, through which he sees a young brunette woman sitting on a bench at the bottom of the stairs to the front entrance to the school.

She has just answered the phone, which she has braced between her ear and her shoulder so she can dig through her gray canvas bag. The fact that he can hear her speaking like she's sitting right in front of him only makes him more confused.

"Mom, three calls on my first day is a little overdoing it." She said and her mom said something while she digs around her bag, "Everything except a pen. Oh, my God, I didn't actually forget a pen. Okay, okay. I gotta go. Love ya."

The girl hung up and puts her phone away. Scott continues to eavesdrop as the vice principal of the school comes out to greet her. "Sorry to keep you waiting, I was checking over he paper work." The principal said before they started walking.

"So you were saying San Francisco isn't where you grew up?" The vice principal asked and she shook her head, "No, but we lived there for more than a year, which is unusual in my family." She said and the vice principal nodded, "Well, hopefully Beacon Hills will be your last stop for a while." He said.

The vice principal walked into Scott's classroom with the girl following behind. "Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome." He said before walking out. Allison, who looks nervous, smiles weakly before finding the only open seat in the class, which just happens to be the seat behind Scott.

Scott, having heard Allison's conversation with her mother earlier, knows that she forgot a pen and offers her one of his own. Allison looks surprised by the gesture, but smiles at him gratefully. "Thanks." She said as she grabbed it. Scott smiles before turning back around in his seat so she can't see him blush. Mr. Curtis picks up where he left off as Allison looks confused by this interaction.

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Lydia pulled Wren over to Allison who looked extremely shy as the two girls walked up to her. "That jacket is absolutely killer. Where'd you get it?" Lydia asked and Allison glanced down at it, "My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco." Allison answered and Lydia smiled and hummed. "And you are our new best friend." Lydia said making Wren chuckle and shake her head slightly.

She was about to say something but Lydia's boyfriend, Jackson ran up and pulled Lydia into a deep kiss making Wren and Allison look at each other cringing. "Guys, I see and hear enough at home. Can school please be my safe place?" Wren asked making Jackson roll his eyes slightly while Lydia looked at Wren in amusement.

Meanwhile, across the hall, A girl named Harley, who is also watching the scene go down in front of them, looks at Scott and Stiles incredulously, though Scott is too busy listening to Allison, Wren, Lydia, and Jackson's conversation to hear her. "Can someone tell me how New Girl are here all of five minutes, and she already hanging out with Lydia's clique?"

Though Harley was obviously being facetious, Stiles replies with a genuine answer. "Because she's hot." He said and Harley gives him a look, but Stiles still doesn't get it and shrugs before finishing his thought, "Beautiful people herd together."

"So, this weekend, there's a party." Jackson said and Allison raised her eyebrows, "A party?" Allison asked and Jackson nodded. "Yeah, Friday night. You should come." He said making Allison look slightly bashful when she replies, "Uh, I can't. It's family night this Friday. Thanks for asking." She said. Lydia and Jackson both look disappointed by this response while Wren looked at Allison with raised eyebrows, obviously catching the lie. "You sure? Everyone's going after the scrimmage." Jackson said.

"You mean like football?" Allison asked making Jackson laugh as though she was kidding, "Football's a joke in Beacon. The sport here is lacrosse. We've won the state championship for the past three years." Jackson said and Wren rolled her eyes slightly. "Because of a certain team captain." Lydia said and Jackson smirks smugly at the compliment, "You're fueling his ego." Wren said making Lydia laugh while Jackson playfully pushed her.

"Well, we have practice in a few minutes. That is, if you don't have anywhere else-"

"Well, I was going to-" Allison cuts him off in an attempt to talk her way out of it, only to be interrupted herself by Lydia, who makes the decision for her, "Perfect, you're coming." Lydia grabs the girl by the hand and dragging Allison and Wren to the lacrosse field.

They made it to the field and walk up the bleachers and sit down as the team start getting ready. Wren glanced around before noticing Stiles waving at her at the bench making her chuckle before waving back.

"Who is that?" Allison asks making Wren look away from Stiles and at her instead before following her train of sight to see Scott in goal making her furrow her brows. "Him? I'm not sure who he is. Why?" Lydia asks making Wren give her sister a look while Allison just smiled shyly, "He's in my English class." She said and Wren sigh.

"His name is Scott McCall, he's one of my