Slightly In On It (Slightly Awkward Sequel---Teen Wolf)

CHAPTER ONE---Omega

I was at home when Stiles was at the hospital, obsessing over his little "girlfriend" since she got bit by Peter, but didn't show any signs of turning. Did she turn? We had no idea, but it was the only logical explanation.

Logical? Pfft. There was nothing logical about werewolves, werewolf hunters, the Betas, Alphas, and the werewolf's best friend and his sister that some how got wrapped up into all of this too.

Not that I was complaining.

Much.

Stiles, my fraternal twin brother, though a lot of people forgot that because, again, we weren't identical, and he was a guy, I was a girl, but we were both sarcastic and mean, and yeah. His best friend, Scott, was a werewolf, bitten by Derek's, Derek being another Beta werewolf, uncle, who both had lost their family in a fire that Scott's girlfriend's aunt had set, killing not just adults or werewolves, but kids and humans. Allison, Scott's girlfriend's, family were werewolf hunters.

And that's not even getting started on Jackson and Lydia, the exes, the first being a lacrosse dick who wanted to be a werewolf, and the second being a prep, a bitch, but soft on the inside, along as being a genius, even though she pretended to be an idiot, and who was Allison's best friend and my brother's crush since the third grade, who knew nothing about the world of the supernatural.

Until now. If she becomes a werewolf. Which is why she was still alive. Peter had said you either died or turned from the bite, but she wasn't showing signs of any, but she had to be a werewolf.

And Stiles' and my dad, who knew nothing about any of it, and Scott's mom, one of the nurses who also knew nothing.

Damn, complicated, hyped up supernatural life.

I heard the phone ringing, and pulling a Stiles, I picked up the phone the same time Dad picked up the other end, that way I could listen too.

"Sheriff, the girl attacked last week ran away from the hospital. You should come here--like now."

"I'll be right there," my dad answered, but I didn't just hear it through the phone, I heard his actual voice.

Great.

I was caught, turning around slowly, an innocent look on my face while I slowly put the phone back down on the reciever. "Hey, dad," I said awkwardly.

"Get in the car."

"Absolutely."

I got up and for once got to sit in the front of the cop car that my dad, being the sheriff, of course owned, and we got to the hospital in five.

Lydia was making everyone very nervous, proof that she too was becoming a werewolf.

Lydia's dad, Stiles' and my dad, Scott's mom and a deputy walked ahead of me and Stiles as he explained what happened, or at least what he knew what happened--which was close to nothing. "She was in the shower, started screaming and took off. I don't know how else to explain it."

"How about explain why she started screaming and took off," I suggested sarcastically.

When we heard Dad saying to the deputy, "All right, let's get an ABP out on a 16 year old redhead." He walked away. "And other descriptors?"

Stiles walked up instantly. "5'3", green eyes, fair-skinned, and her hair is actually strawberry blonde."

"Is that right?" Dad asked.

"Yeah."

"Uh--come here." Dad grabbed him by the back of his neck, pulling him forward, and pushing me along on the shoulders with them, asking Stiles, "What the hell are you still doing here?"