In which the stories Fallon Donovan has read her whole life, somehow become a reality.
A supernatural twist of fate has one of her best friends turning into a creature of the night. Learning how to navigate a life of werewolves and other chaotic be...
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"So you killed her?" Stiles asks bluntly, opening up the door to the school so he, Scott, and Fallon could walk in. Scott had just finished explaining to them the dream he had last night about him and Allison. It started off normal, but he ended up shifting and killing her on a school bus.
"I don't know. I just woke up," he exhales shakily. "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 asks, surprised. "I have. Usually ends a little differently."
Fallon cringes, not needing that image in her head. "Stop talking," she says.
"A," I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real, and "B," never give us that much detail about you in bed again," Scott shakes his head, just as grossed out as Fallon.
Stiles puffs out a breath of air, "Noted," he nods. "Let me take a guess here–"
"No," Scott stops him. "I know– you think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow, like I'm gonna lose control and rip her throat out."
"You might," Fallon points out. They both look at her incredulously and she shrugs, "What? It's true. I'm not saying that's what will happen, but it is a possibility you have to consider. And I think I can speak for all of us when I say an alive Allison is better than a dead Allison."
Stiles shoves Fallon playfully, causing her to stumble to the side. Stiles wraps his arm around Scott's shoulder seeing the glum look on his face. "Hey, come on! It's gonna be fine, all right? Personally, I think you're handling this pretty freakin' amazingly. You know, it's not like there's a Lycanthropy for Beginners class you can take."
Scott raises his hands at Stiles as though to say, "Seriously?" before he frowns and thinks for a moment. An idea pops into his head as he looks in between his two friends, "Yeah... not a class, but maybe a teacher," he says thoughtfully.
Stiles already knows exactly who Scott is about to suggest, "Who, Derek?" He balks at the suggestion. Scott continues to stare at him silently causing the spastic boy to smack him on the back of the head. "You forgetting the part where we got him tossed in jail?"
Fallon puts her finger up, stopping any more words from coming out of his mouth. "Oh no, there is no we," she scoffs. "This was you two," she gestures between them, "and your knack for terrible assumptions. I just got dragged along for the ride."
"We found the body on his property!" Stiles exclaims. "You looked just as terrified as us."
"That doesn't mean I think he did it!" She counters. "I saw a dead body, obviously I was scared. But I still don't believe he killed his sister in cold blood."
"Guys!" Scott laughs at their behavior. "I know it might be a long shot, but I need help," he admits. "The way I chased her, dragging her into the back of that bus," he recalls the incident, shuddering at the memory. "It felt so real."
