Moonlight Tryst ✖︎ Teen Wolf

F I R S T L I N E

I listened closely to Scott and Stiles bicker as we made our way through the woods, "I don't know what it was. It was like, I had all the time in the..." Scott began as I nodded vaguely aware that I felt the same, "... world to catch the ball." I finished, he stared at me strangely before continuing, "And that's not the only weird thing. I hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear, I smell things..." Stiles interrupted him to which I threw a glare at him, "You smell things? Like what?" 

Scott's flared nostrils raised to stare accusingly at Stiles,  "Like the mint gum in your pocket." Stiles' lips tilted upwards in amusement, as he moved his hand towards his left pocket, "Other pocket Sti," I said with a bored expression, earning a raised eyebrow look of confusion from both boys.

"I don't have any mint gum in my..."Stiles whispered trailing off as he drew a piece of gum from his pocket. His eyes widened as he looked between the two of us, "So, all of that started with the bite?" Both Scott and I nodded.

"What if it's like an infection? Like, my body is full of adrenaline before shock or something..." Scott whispered, his brown eyes holding terror as he looked at Stiles for confirmation something I've learned not to do especially as his lips curl mischievously.

"You know what, I actually think I've heard of it. It's a specific kind of infection." Stiles began, his face contorted in thought as Scott's eyes widened, "Are you serious," I snorted rolling my eyes as I kicked some overturned leaves in search of Scott's inhaler.

"Yeah. I think it's called 'Lycanthropy," I stifled a laugh as Scott's eyes widened in fear, "What-what is that? Is that bad?" Stiles and I shared a long look of mischief, as I sighed dramatically, "Oh, yeah, it's the worst. But only once a month, two if you're a girl." I played along, being profoundly surprised that Scott had no clue what Lycanthropy was.

"Once a month?" Scott asked, his limbs shaking with fear.

"On the night of the full moon." Stiles whispered mysteriously before we howled in unison. Scott punched Stiles on the shoulder which caused me to laugh.

"Hey, she did it too!" Stiles whimpered pointing an accusing finger at me, before laughing uproariously, "Shut up! It's not funny, there's seriously something wrong with me!" I shook my head a smile playing on my lips,

"Well Scotty, you're a werewolf!" I said laughing, "Okay, obviously I'm kidding. But if you see me trying to gather armfuls of Wolfsbane it's because Friday is a full moon." He scowled, "Hey, whatever I'm going through you are also," I just shrugged my shoulders.

Scott frowned as he kicked the dirt, "I could have sworn it was here, we saw the body, the stags running. I dropped my inhaler." He frowned, "Maybe the killer moved the body?" Stiles suggested,

"If he did, I hope he didn't take my inhaler, that thing costs like eighty buc..." Stiles stood still his eyes looking behind Scott, I followed his train of vision. Before moving forward to stand in front of Scott and Stiles protectively.

"What are you doing here? Huh? This is private property," I tilted my head at the handsome stranger, "I didn't know people could own preserved land nowadays?" The man growled as I smirked, I began to crouch down into a defensive position as Stiles interrupted mine and the strangers stare off.

"Huh. Sorry, man, we didn't know." I glared at Stiles as Scott backed him up, "Yeah we were just; looking for something. Uh, forget it." The stranger threw the inhaler towards Scott, and I found it landing in the palm of my outstretched hand, as my eyes remained locked on his. He turned and made his way back into the foliage. Growling lowly I turned shoving Scott's inhaler into his hand, before turning and stalking in the opposite direction.

"Dude, that was Derek Hale! You remember, right? He's just a few years older than us." Stiles began as I looked over my shoulder.

"Remember what?" Scott asked, "His family. They all burned in a fire like ten years ago." Stiles said almost excitedly as my heart clenched, Stiles was too young to remember at that time, he didn't know Derek's family wasn't the only one's who burned that night.

"What is he doing back?" Scott asked confused as his eyes returned to where Derek once stood, "I don't know."

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"Okay. You know how this goes. If you don't make the cut, you stay on the bleachers for the rest of the season. You make the cut, you're playing! Your parents are proud. Your girlfriend loves you! Now get out there and show me what you've got!" Coach yelled his usually non-inspirational speech, arms making wild like actions in a way to amp up the team. He walked over towards the bench where I sat, looking down at me with curiosity. "Why aren't you out there Miss. Hall?" he asked,

"Too busy getting arrested, drugs and what not," I stated with a nod of my head, he rolled his eyes and looked back to the field as Scott made a run at goal. "Fair enough," he trailed off as Scott showed amazing skills with a pirouette right before scoring. Everyone watched him with dumbfounded eyes before erupting in a round of applause.

"McCall! Get over here!" Coach shouted I winced towards his shrill voice shuffling away, "What was that? This a Lacrosse field! What, are you trying out for the gymnastic team?" Scott's eyes widened, "No, Coach..." he trailed off.

"What the hell was that?" Bobby exclaimed, "I don't know... I was just trying to make the shot." Scott said awkwardly as he looked at the ground.

"Yeah, well you made the shot. And guess what... You're selected, buddy. You made first line." Scott looked up bewildered as he made his way back onto the field. I shared a worried look with Stiles as the crowd cheered.