Morphine

Prologue

23 years ago

Red stained the uniforms. One girl gasped for breath, hands shaking and drenched in blood. The group looks at each other, tears stain their cheeks. The girls breath quickened again, her eyes flare deep blue.

This matches the other creatures eyes, one boy choked softly as he see this.

"What did we just do?"

The boy was limp, cold, lifeless. His eyes laid unfocused on a distant point beyond the semicircle of teens. One boy kneels, blood soaked into the cuff of his shorts and the elastic of his knee pads and high socks.

"Hes dead. Oh my god. We just killed Alis."

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Present day
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Stiles laughed as he and Scott enter the school one day before their set return. They were doing a patrol of the territory, Stiles suggested they check out the school just to be safe. They encounter a male.

Hes no older than them, dressed in jeans and a flannel. He looked around curiously, nose scrunching at a scent.

"Gah, you smell worse than Lis," he complained. His voice was soft, calming, and had an accent folded into it.

"Who the hell are you?" Scott growled, claws extending.

"Woah! Woah! Easy, wolfie. I'm Alasdair, Alasdair Raev. You?"

"I'm Stiles Stilinski."

"Scott McCall." Something flickered across his face. "What are you?"

"I'm a werefox... just a werefox." He seemed to be truthful, Scott put his claws away. "Your a wolf, right?"

"Yeah. The alpha around here." The boys face scrunched again and he walked around the two.

"What happened to Talia?" He asked, confused.

"She died in the Hale fire. Where are you from?"

"Yeah, problem. I'm pretty sure I died, 23 years ago."

"What?!"