orphic [1] ⇻ stiles stilinski

iv. wolf moon

[ start of wolf moon part three ]

THE DAY AFTER Eleanor had taken Stiles home, his father got an interesting call from the examiner of the young girl's body. He had called to tell Stilinski that the fiber analysis came back positive with animal hairs that were found on the body, but it wasn't just any animal. It was a wolf.

This came as to no surprise from Eleanor and Jaden, they had already gotten confirmation from Derek that Scott had definitely transitioned into a werewolf. However, Stiles reacted very differently to the twins and started to catch on to what had really happened to his best friend, no matter how preposterous the idea may have been.

And so, Eleanor and Stiles were currently sat in the young boy's room, researching all kind of things that could potentially be the cause of Scott's newfound abilities. Eleanor had been told by both Jaden and Stiles that lacrosse try outs were amazing, almost too amazing, and that Scott had made some impossible moves on his behalf that encouraged Coach Finstock to offer him a position on first line.

Of course, she was thrilled for the boy, they all were, but they knew something was wrong. Jaden had even called her to say that Jackson Whittmore had become very suspicious of their friend and had even cornered him in the boys locker room, asking him where had gotten 'his juice'. Jaden had entered the room to stop whatever was going on, but that didn't stop the team captain from being weary of the boy.

"Look Nora, tell me this doesn't sound exactly like Scott." Stiles commented, pulling her over to him as she peered down at the computer screen. Sighing, Eleanor sat down on Stiles' lap, forgetting about her obvious crush on the boy as she began printing all of the different papers that he had on his laptop.

At any other time, she would be over the moon about her position, but right now she was overly worried about her best friend and the only way to help him, was by exposing what she had been keeping from them for the last eight or so years.

"Stiles, i'm about to tell you something insane, and I want you to try your best to believe me." Eleanor said, standing up and turning to face him as he widened his eyes, confused as to what was about to happen.

However, before she could reveal herself to him, there was a knock on Stiles' bedroom door, drawing the attention away from Eleanor and to Scott who had entered, Stiles ushering him in and sitting him down on the bed as Eleanor shuffled through the variety of different papers on his desk.

"How much Adderall have you had today?" Scott questioned and Eleanor scoffed, hitting him on the arm.

"You don't ask someone that Scott!" She hissed, glaring at him as he shrugged, rolling his eyes.