"I can't find anything about wolfsbane being used for burial," Scott announced.
"Just keep looking," Stiles ordered. "Maybe it's like a ritual or something, like maybe they bury you as a wolf. Or maybe it's like a special skill, you know? Like something you have to learn."

"Learn what?" Blake exclaimed from the back seat of Stiles' jeep. "How to turn into a wolf when you're dead?"

"I'll put it on my to - do list, right underneath figuring out how the hell I'm playing this game tonight," Scott murmered.

"Maybe it's different for girl werewolves," Stiles declared.
"Okay! Stop it!" Scott yelled.
"Stop what?" Stiles asked questions in confusion.

"Stop saying werewolves! Stop enjoying this so much," Scott exclaimed.
"Scott, calm down," Blake advised. "Are you okay?"

"No! No, I'm not. I'm so far from being okay," Scott yelled.
"You know, you're gonna have to accept this, Scott, sooner or later," Stiles replied.

"I can't," Scott groaned. Blake stared at Scott and immediately knew that something was wrong.

"Well, you're gonna have to," Stiles answered.

"No! I can't breathe. Pull over!" Scott groaned.

"Why? What's happening?" Stiles questioned.
"Scott," Blake said shaking his shoulder. "Scott, are you okay?"
Scott reached over and ripped ooen Stiles' backpack.

"You kept it?!" Scott cried, looking over at Stiles. Blake looked over too and her eyes landed on a black bag. And inside the black bag was wolfsbane.
"Stiles!" Blake shouted.

"What was I supposed to do with it?" Stiles argued.
"Stop the car!" Scott ordered.
"Pull over, Stiles!" Blake yelled.

Stiles quickly stopped the car and jumped out, taking the black bag with him and throwing it into the woods as far as he could. Blake got out of the car too and joined Stiles' side.

"Okay, okay. We're good, you can - Scott? Scott?" Stiles announced as he looked back at the jeep.

Blake followed his gaze and worry quickly settled in.
"Scott?" she called.

"Where did he go?" Stiles wondered.
"This wouldn't of happened if you hadn't taken that wolfsbane!" Blake exclaimed.

"Hey, come on," Stiles said running back into the jeep.
"What? Stiles, where are we going?" Blake asked. They had no idea where Scott is or where he is heading.

"We have to find Scott," Stiles answered.
Blake got into the passenger seat and Stiles drove off.
He pulled out his phone and dialled a number.
"Who are you calling?" Blake asked.
"Dispatch," Stiles answered.

"Stiles, you know you can't call the dispatch line when I'm on duty," a woman's voice answered the phone.
"I just need to know if you've gotten any odd calls," Stiles replied.
"Odd how?"

"Uh, like an odd person or, a dog-like individual roaming the streets," Stiles replied.
"I'm hanging up on you now."
"No! Wait, wait, wait, wait!" Stiles yelled.
"Goodbye."

And then the line went dead.
"What now?" Blake asked.
"We wait," Stiles replied.
Blake looked over at him.

"A dog has to eat," Stiles announced.
"Yeah, but Scott eats like a pig," Blake answered truthfully.

"I tried to say something awesome but then you ruined it," Stiles groaned.
Blake smirked. He was so pathetic sometimes.

"Let's go find our dog," Stiles announced.

"You know he hates it when you call him that?" Blake stated.
Stiles groaned. "Just shut up."

➰

The cold air cut through Blake's skin. She was glad she wore her coat. She stood in the stands next to her mom. A few rows behind them was Allison and her father. Blake couldn't help but think that the man behind her tried to kill her brother.

They were a few minutes into the game and already losing by a few points. It didn't take Sherlock to figure out that Jackson ordered the other boys to not pass the ball to Scott. Blake wasn't surprised. Jackson would do anything to be on top. I mean, he just dislocated his shoulder and he's back on the field! And not far behind him was his girlfriend, Lydia, who would do anything for Jackson to win so she doesn't look like a fool.

Blake's mind wandered back to Derek. She still didn't believe that he killed that girl. Did he? But why would he? It is a coincidence that he just arrived in Beacon Hills and there's a dead girl in his backyard. If Derek gets out of prison, he would murder Scott. And maybe Stiles and Blake. Maybe. Derek warned Scott not to play in the game. And what was Scott doing? Playing in the game.
And they also got him sent to prison.

Loud cheers filled Blake's ears and she jumped, being brought back to reality. She looked down onto the field and saw Scott with a grin on his face. Blake's mom was yelling from beside her.
"Go Scott!" She yelled.
So Scott scored a point.
"McCall! Pass to McCall!" Coach Finstock shouted.
But then Blake sensed something was wrong. She looked down at Scott. The grin was gone from his face.

Was he changing? He was breathing heavily. The boy infront of Scott took notice of this. Blake was expecting him to start yelling wolf. But he didn't. Instead, he passed the ball to Scott. The opposing team just passed the ball to Scott.

"Did he just pass the ball to us?" Blake asked her mom who was still over the moon from Scott's score.

Scott ran up the field, dodging players left and right. He threw the ball towards the net.... And he scores! The crowd go wild again but their cheers soon died down.

Blake heard Coach Finstock cheering on Scott.
Scott got the ball again but he stopped infront of the goals. What is he doing?
"Come on, Scott," Blake whispered, hoping that maybe he could hear me with his supernatural senses.

Before she knew it, the ball was in the net and her mom was latching onto her, yelling her lungs off.
"We won!" She screamed.

Blake looked down at Scott. He threw his gloves on the ground and took off towards the locker room.
Blake rushed down the stand and stopped infront of Stiles. His dad was there talking on the phone.

"Dad, is there something wrong?" Stiles asked. Blake took a step back so she didn't look like a freak just showing up and listening to their conversation. When they were finished, Blake tapped Stiles on the shoulder.
"Stiles," she said from behind him. He turned around to look at her.
"Scott," Blake answered. Stiles' eyes widened and he looked around the field. After realising Scott was nowhere to be seen, Stiles grabbed Blake's arm and dragged her towards the boys' locker room.

They came to the locker room and quietly made their way inside. If Scott had turned then they didn't want him to know they were in here. Even if he could smell them. Or here them. Okay, maybe being seen was the least of their problems. They walked in and Alison was there. She wasn't just there. She was kissing Scott. Or maybe Scott was kissing Alison. Either way, Scott was probably enjoying it.

"I gotta get back to my dad," Alison said pulling away.
"Okay," Scott answered.
Alison left and Stiles and Blake showed ourselves.
Scott saw us. "I kissed her," Scott grinned.
"I saw," Stiles replied.
"She kissed me," Scott added.
"We also that too," Blake announced.
"It's pretty good, huh?" Stiles asked.

"I don't know how but, I controlled it, I pulled it back," Scott explained. "Maybe I can do this, maybe it's not that bad."
"Yeah, we'll talk later then," Stiles stated trying to back out of the room.
"What?" Scott asked pulling him back.
"The, uh, medical examiner looked at the half of the body we found," Stiles trailed off.
"And?" Scott urged.

Blake looked at Stiles strangely. Is this something that his dad told him earlier?
"Well, let's keep it simple," Stiles stated. "The medical examiner determined that the killer was animal, not human, Derek human, not animal, Derek not the killer. Derek let out of jail."

"Are you kidding?" Scott exclaimed.
"I knew it," Blake mumbled.

"No, and there's bigger," Stiles added.
"What?" Blake questioned.
"My dad identified the dead girl, both halves," Stiles explained. "Her name was Laura Hale."
"Hale?" Scott wondered.

"Derek's sister," Stiles added.

Blake was right about Derek! But, Derek is in jail...