Chapter 4

"I've been up all night reading. Websites, books, all this information," Stiles announced.


His eyes were bulging out from his head. Blake plopped herself down on Stiles' bed and stared at the ceiling.


"How much Adderall have you had today?" Scott grinned.
Stiles swirled around in his computer chair to face the McCall twins.
"A lot. But it doesn't matter," Stiles answered. "Okay, just listen."
"Oh, is this about the body?" Scott asked.


"Did they find out who did it?" Blake added.
"No, they're still questioning people," Stiles replied. "Even Derek Hale."
"The guy from the woods?" Blake asked curiously. Derek was so dark and mysterious. She wanted to know more about him.


"Yes. But that's not it, okay," Stiles said quickly.
"You've had too much Adderall," Blake mumbled.


"I don't care," Stiles answered. "Remember the joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore."


"What do you mean?" Blake asked sitting up from her position on Stiles' bed.


"Will you please get off of my bed. You're going to get the sheets creased," Stiles ordered.


"Since when did you care about your bed sheets being creased? " Blake asked amused.


"Since I realized that if there's going to be a girl in my bed, then something's gotta happen. But since your my best friends sister..." Stiles trailed off. "You know."


"Are you saying that if I weren't Scott's sister, then you would actually try something on me?" Blake asked in disbelief.


"I did not say that," Stiles answered quickly.


"Can we please stop talking about this. Please," Scott pleaded, clearly grossed out by the conversation.


Blake raised her eyebrows before getting off of Stiles' bed.
"Anyway, the wolf. The bite in the woods. I started doing all this reading. Do you even know why a wolf howls?" Stiles asked.


"Should I?" Scott questioned dumbfounded.


"It's a signal, okay?" Stiles answered jumping from his chair. "When a wolf's alone, it howls to signal it's location to the rest of the pack. So if you heard a wolf howling, that means others could've been nearby. Maybe even a whole pack of them."


"A whole pack of wolves?" Scott asked, still not understanding what was going on.


Blake stood quietly in the corner biting her thumb - a habit of hers she did when she was thinking or when she was nervous. And in this case, she was thinking.


"No," Stiles corrected. "Werewolves."


"Are you seriously wasting my time with this?" Scott asked in disbelief. "You guys know I'm picking up Allison in an hour."


Scott grabbed his bag and threw it over his shoulder.


"We saw you on the field today, Scott," Stiles sighed. "What you did wasn't just amazing, alright? It was impossible."


"Yeah, so I made a good shot," Scott mumbled, making his way towards the door.


Stiles shot up in front of him, stopping Scott from leaving.
"No, you made an incredible shot," Stiles pointed out.
"I mean the way you moved, your reflexes."


"People can't just do that overnight, Scott," Blake said joining the conversation.
"And then there's the vision, and the senses," Stiles added. "You don't even need your inhaler anymore."


"Okay! I can't even think about this now," Scott exclaimed. "We'll talk tomorrow."


"Scott," Blake argued.


"No!" Stiles yelled. "The full moon's tonight. Don't you get it?"


"What are you trying to do?" Scott demanded as he looked between Stiles and Blake. "I just made first line. I got a date with a girl who I can't believe wants to go out with me and somehow everything in my life is perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it?"


"Scott, we're not trying to ruin it," Blake answered. "We're trying to help."
"I don't need your help," Scott argued.


That was a blow to the stomach for Blake.
Hearing her older brother say that really upset her. They were only trying to help.


"You're cursed, Scott," Stiles announced. "You know, it's not just the moon that will cause you to physically change. It also happens to be when your bloodlust will be at its peak."


"Bloodlust?" Scott asked in confusion.


"Your urge to kill," Blake answered crossing her arms across her chest.
"I'm already starting to feel an urge to kill," Scott replied.
"Me too," Blake mumbled.


"You gotta hear this," Stiles said as he spun around in his chair to face his laptop.


"The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse," Stiles read from a book. "Alright, I haven't seen anything that raises your pulse like Allison does."


"I have a great solution," Blake declared.


"What?" Scott asked hopelessly.


"You dump the girl!" Blake exclaimed.
Scott groaned.
"Yeah, you gotta cancel this date," Stiles agreed.
Stiles rose from his chair and grabbed Scott's bag which he dropped on the floor a few minutes ago.


"I'm gonna call her right now," Stiles announced as he searched through Scott's bag.


"What are you doing?" Scott exclaimed.


"Canceling your date," Stiles announced as he pulled out Scott's phone.
"No, give it to me!" Scott exclaimed, pushing Stiles into the wall.
"Scott!" Blake yelled.


Scott raised his fist, ready to hit Stiles.
He growled before hitting the chair next to Stiles' desk. Blake winced as the chair crashed to the ground. Scott fell silent as he realized what he had done.


"I'm sorry," he muttered. Scott reached his hand out towards Blake who only crept away from her brother, scared of what he might do next.


Scott pulled his hand away and Blake noticed the guilt in his chocolate eyes and immediately felt bad for him.


"I gotta get ready for that party," Scott mumbled, grabbing his bag. Before he left, he muttered a quick sorry and closed the door behind him.
The room fell silent as Stiles and Blake were left astonished at what is becoming of their best friend.


"You know that werewolves have, like, huge claws and teeth," Blake stated. "That can kill people."
"I know," Stiles nodded.


"I have to sleep next door to that," Blake sighed.


"Hey, weren't you Scott's ride?" Stiles asked.


"Yeah, he probably walked home though," Blake admitted.
Stiles nodded in agreement.


"So, what's this about a party?" Blake questioned excitedly.


"You haven't heard about Lydia's party?" Stiles asked in disbelief.


"Lydia's having a party and I haven't heard about it?"


"Well, you know, only the cool people have heard it about," Stiles answered cockily.


"So, how have you heard about it?" Blake smirked. "Did Scott tell you?"


"No," Stiles admitted as he hung his head. "I heard Danny talking about it with someone in the boys' toilets."


"Knew it," Blake stated playfully.


"Yeah, whatever," Stiles mumbled. "Just hurry up and leave so I can get ready."



Blake threw on her black, knee - length dress, a pair of black heels, a few pieces of jewelry and a coat of red lipstick.
She kept her brown locks down before leaving her room and knocking on Scott's door.


"Scott," Blake called. When she got no answer, she called her brother's name again.


"Scott." Silence. Blake sighed. "He probably already left," Blake thought out loud.


Little did she know, that her brother was on the other side of the door, scared that if he even opened his mouth, he would say something that hurt her. It killed him to see the pain in her eyes earlier. He couldn't go through that again.
Scott closed his eyes and sighed. When he opened them, he could see Blake's car driving off down the road.


It's the full moon and Blake is off to a party.
What is the worst that can happen?

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