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"So, you killed her?" Stiles asked, holding the door open for Scott His voice was light, but his brow furrowed slightly, processing the disturbing dream Scott had just described.

Scott shrugged, frustration tightening his posture. He pulled his phone from his pocket for the hundredth time, still no reply from Octavia about her meeting with Allison. "I don't know," he admitted. "I just woke up. And I was sweating like crazy, and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before."

"Really?" Stiles asked, sounding more interested than concerned. "I have. Usually ends a little differently..." His lips pressed together, cutting off the rest of his thoughts. Not gonna mention the fact that Octavia's been in a few of those dreams. No need to unpack that right now.

Scott shot him a look, visibly trying to steer the conversation back on track. "Okay," Scott began, "I mean I've never had a dream that felt that real," He looked at his friend in disgust, "Never give me that much detail about you in bed."

"Noted," Stiles replied quickly. "Let me take a guess here though-"

"No, I know," Scott interrupted. "You think it has to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow. Like I'm gonna lose control and rip her throat out."

Stiles' face twisted in mild offense. "No, of course not!" But the way Scott stared at him with narrowed eyes made him sigh in defeat. "Yeah, that's totally it."

Scott exhaled heavily, dropping his head. The weight of the situation was settling in his shoulders, pulling him down. Stiles jumped into action, his voice upbeat but layered with nervous energy. "Hey, come on, it's gonna be fine, all right. Personally, I think you're handling this whole werewolf thing pretty freaking amazingly. It's not like there's a 'Lycanthropy for Beginners' class you can sign up for, right?"

Scott gave a half-hearted nod, his thoughts elsewhere. "Yeah, not a class, but maybe a teacher."

"Who, Derek?" The name practically spat out of his mouth like something bitter. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Derek Hale? "You forgetting the part where we got him tossed in jail?"

"Yeah, I know. But chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus, it felt so real."

"How real?"

"Like it actually happened."

Before Stiles could respond, they both pushed open the double doors to the parking lot. What they saw froze them mid-step.

Deputies were swarming the school bus, the very one Scott had just described from his dream. Yellow tape cordoned off the area, and the vehicle looked like it had been through hell. The emergency exit door hung off its hinges, jagged and twisted, while dark streaks of blood trailed across the pavement. The heavy, metallic smell of it hit them before their minds could fully process the scene.