Transformed (Incomplete)

Wolf Moon, Part V

    Later that day, Scott, Stiles, and I were walking through the woods, looking for my brother's inhaler and the dead body and talking about lacrosse practice. I slosh through water, soaking my shoes and my socks as Scott tries to explain his newfound abilities.
    "I don't - I don't know what it was," Scott says, watching his feet. "It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that's not the only weird thing. I - I can hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things."
    "Smell things? Like what?" Stiles asks. I struggle to keep up with my two more-athletic friends. They seem to forget my favorite pastime is watching movies and eating popcorn, not playing lacrosse.
    "Like the mint-mojito gum in your pocket," Scott says.
    "I don't have any mint-mojito," Stiles argues, stopping to dig through his hoodie pockets. He frowns and pulls out a small piece of gum. As I catch up to them, my lips part in surprise. Definitely mint-mojito.
    "You told me you didn't have any gum!" I cry indignantly, hitting his arm. Stiles looks at me and raises his eyebrows, crinkling his forehead as if to tell me this is not the thing I should be worrying about.
    "You want it?" he asks, holding it out spastically. It's all half-unwrapped and probably full of Stiles' pocket fuzz.
    "No," I cross my arms. Stiles looks back at Scott, who holds out his arms.
    "So all this started with a bite?" Stiles asks.
    "What if it's like an infection?" Scott starts to talk faster. "Like, my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?"
    "Did you tell Mom about the bite?" I ask. She's a nurse and she'd probably be able to help if Scott's really infected.
    "No," Scott says. He looks at me like I'm crazy. "Because then, I'd have to tell her about breaking the law and wandering around the woods at night with Stiles without permission."
    "You know," Stiles interrupts. "I actually think I've heard of this. It's a specific kind of infection."
    "Are you serious?" Scott asks.
    "What is it?" I inquire, falling behind once again.
    "Yeah. Yeah, I think it's called lycanthropy," Stiles says seriously, putting his hands on his hips. I snort hideously, trying not to laugh.
    "What's that? Is it bad?" Scott asks, starting to freak out.
    "Oh yeah, it's the worst. But only once a month," Stiles continues. I grin to myself at how gullible Scott is. I'm a little annoyed because I had the werewolf idea first, but I have to admit, I just don't have the ability to play this as good as Stiles.
    "Once a month?" Scott sounds confused.
    "Mm-hmm," Stiles hums. "On the night of the full moon." Stiles howls at him and I join in.
    "You guys are idiots," Scott says, pushing Stiles in the chest.
    "Hey," Stiles holds his hands up in defense. "You're the one who heard a wolf howling."
    "Hey, there could be something seriously wrong with me," Scott protests.
    "Yeah, like you having rabies," I joke. Stiles barks out a laugh and Scott rolls his eyes.
    "I know!" Stiles says. "You're a werewolf. Grr!" He growls, imitating claws. Scott sighs. "Okay, obviously I'm kidding. But if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find, it's because Friday's a full moon."
    Scott stops suddenly, looking at the ground.
    "No, I - I could have sworn this was it," Scott stammers. "I saw the body right here. The deer came running, I dropped my inhaler." He bends down to rifle through the leaves.
    "Maybe the killer moved the body," Stiles says as I bend down to rifle through the leaves too.
    "If he did, I hope he left my inhaler," Scott replies. "Those things are like eighty bucks."
    Suddenly, Stiles hits Scott on the shoulder and then wiggles his shoe in my line of view.
    "Stiles, wha-" I say, looking up to find a dark-haired guy standing there. Stiles was staring at him. He marches up to us, his skin looking creepy and pale in the lighting in the woods and in comparison to his black clothing.
    "What are you doing here?" he asks, staring at Scott and Stiles as I shifted behind their bodies. No one answers and Stiles runs his hands over his hair. "Huh? This is private property." He looks menacing and he acts it too, but I don't feel menaced.
    "Uh, sorry, man," Stiles apologizes. "We didn't know."
    "Yeah," Scott agrees. "We were just looking for something, but -" The guy raises his eyebrows. "Uh, just forget it," my brother says. The stranger pulls out Scott's inhaler and tosses it at him. Scott catches it and the stranger walks away. Stiles' jaw drops and Scott twirls the inhaler in his fingers. I sigh a breath of relief. "Alright. Come on. I gotta get to work."
    "Dude," Stiles says, stopping Scott as he starts to walk away. He glances between us excitedly. "That was Derek Hale."
    "Who is Derek Hale?" I raise an eyebrow, searching for any memory of his name.
    "You remember, right?" Stiles asks and turns to Scott for support. "He's only like a few years older than us."
    "Remember what?" Scott deadpans. I'm glad I'm not the only one completely clueless as to who Derek Hale is.
    "His family," Stiles tells us. "They all burned to death in a fire like ten years ago."
    "I wonder what he's doing back," Scott says.
    Stiles shrugs and says, "Come on." I follow the two back towards where Stiles parked his Jeep.