𝗙!𝗢𝗖 𝘅 𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗸𝗶 (²𝗙!𝗢𝗖 𝘅 𝗟𝘆𝗱𝗶𝗮 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻)
Anastasia Bronson grew up in Beacon Hills alongside her best friends Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski. She didn't mind the life she lived hidden in the crowd of her pe...
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SEASON ONE, EPISODE ONE ❝ Wolf Moon ❞
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A teenage boy is sitting 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's determined that the net on his stick is secure and loose enough, he tosses the stick on his bed before walking toward the bathroom door, where he has a bar mounted on the lintel.
He takes a moment to look at the polaroids pinned onto his corkboard, one stood out amongst the rest; he stood with his best friends, a short blonde stood between him and their lanky male friend with smiles on their faces. He remembered that day, they had celebrated her birthday. After doing a series of chin-ups, he goes into the bathroom, where he brushes his teeth and washes his face before bed.
Suddenly, he hears a noise outside and pauses to listen for danger, when no noise follows, he makes his way downstairs and onto the front porch. Now in a red hoodie, he holds a wooden baseball bat in his hand as he investigates what is causing the noise. Suddenly, a figure appears hanging from the roof and the teen boy yelps in terror, almost hitting the person in the face with his bat until he notices the familiar face before him; the two had yelped together.
"Stiles, what the hell are you doing?!" The boy shouted aggressively, he huffed in frustration and lowered the bat. He should have known that if anyone was lurking around it would be Stiles, he rolled his eyes as another figure jumped up from below the porch startling him again; another yelp of fear causing him to grip the bat. "Scott, relax," The new figure commented with a teasing grin on her face.
"Damnit, Ana," Scott growled out while she laughed and climbed up onto the porch railing, leaping over to stand next to Scott. "You weren't answering your phone!" Stiles exclaimed to Scott in response to his initial question before asking, "Why do you have a bat?" Anastasia smirked as she leaned against the railing, her arms crossed. "I thought you were a predator!" Scott answered him questioned in an annoyed tone.
"And you were gonna win with a wooden bat?" Anastasia asked him with a raised brow receiving a slight glare from Scott. Stiles looks at Scott, clearly appalled by the implication, before scoffing and changing the subject to why he and Anastasia were there, "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."
Scott frowned at that, "For what?" Stiles has clear difficulty concealing his glee regarding his answer, "Two joggers found a body in the woods." Reaching up to pull himself free of the trellis, Stiles lands on his feet in front of Scott, who still looks confused. "What, a dead body?" Scott asked with furrowed brows making Anastasia sigh in amusement, Scott had always been a little slower than most people in the town of Beacon Hills; he was lucky that he was adorable.
