𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒, teen wolf [ON HOLD]

two [scream and werewolf theories]

— Beacon Hills Preserve

"What happened out there Scott? That, that was not normal!" Katniss exclaimed, carefully stepping onto a broken tree branch that had fallen into the small stream, attempting to not get herself wet.

"I— I don't know what it was. It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that's not the only weird thing. I— I can hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things—" he started, his mind drifting off to other things he had discovered.

"Fuck!" Katniss practically shrieked, tripping over her own feet and landing against Stiles' chest, earning laughs from Scott.

"Woah." Stiles said, grabbing her waist and holding her upright, chuckling slightly at her clumsiness.

"Thanks." She laughed whilst shaking her head, stepping onto the ground at the same time, "Carry on, Scott."

"Oh, that was it." Scott said, earning a scoff from Katniss.

"You said you could smell things." Katniss continued, looking at the Hispanic boy with her lips pursed, "Like what?"

Stiles nodded his head, wondering the same thing. Both were confused as to what happened on the field, and both teenagers wanted to know more.

"Like the mint mojito gum in Stiles' pocket . . ." Scott explained, "And the cherry lipgloss your wearing."

"I don't even have any mint mojito—" Stiles started, stuffing his hand in his pocket and pulling out a single piece of gum, scrunching his nose and putting it away again.

"That is so unfair!" Katniss pouted, "I can't even smell the bloody lipgloss!" She exclaimed, her British accent coming through strongly as she kicked a a small pile of leaves.