Later that night, after Stiles left, I was in my and Scott's bathroom, getting ready for bed. Scott still wasn't back yet and I knew I had to cover for him if he didn't come home soon. Curfew was in effect because of the body and he was officially breaking it.
"Hey, Scott, Emerson," I hear Mom sigh, followed by her shuffling footsteps. I peer into Scott's bedroom to make sure he hasn't magically returned, already thinking up my lie. She appears in Scott's doorway. "I'm gonna go to ... sleep." She looks around his room before turning and shaking her head. "Seriously," she whispers and walks out. She didn't even bother to ask me if he was here or not. I must've looked guilty.
Just then, I jump as Scott's window opens. I expect it to be my brother, sneaking in seconds too late. Instead, I see Stiles clambering in and I open my mouth to warn him, but before I can, Mom comes in. She looks around fearfully, grabbing Scott's baseball bat.
"W- W- Wait! Oh no! No!" Stiles screams, which causes Mom to scream too.
"Stiles!" Mom shrieks. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"What am I doing?" Stiles shouts spastically, looking at Mom with wide eyes. "God, do any of you even play baseball?"
"What?" Mom gasps for air as I flick on the light switch. Scott chooses the perfect time to come wandering in. "Can you please tell your friend to use the front door?"
"But we lock the front door," Scott says dumbly. "He wouldn't be able to get in."
"Yeah, exactly," Mom breathes, exasperated. "And, by the way, do either of you care that there's a police-enforced curfew?"
"No," Scott and Stiles both tell her.
"No," Mom huffs. "Alright, then. Well, you know what? Emerson's my favorite kid now and that's about enough parenting for me for one night. So good night."
"G'night," Scott mutters. He puts the bat to the side of his room while Stiles stares between us. "What?" Scott asks after a moment, pulling up a chair. I sit next to Stiles on the foot of Scott's bed.
"My dad left for the hospital fifteen minutes ago," Stiles starts, slowly and somberly. His hands move faster than I can keep up with as he twists them together nervously. They bump into my thigh and then they seem to move even faster. "It's the bus driver."
Stiles takes a deep, shaky breath, still looking between us.
"Is he alright?" I ask carefully, wondering why Stiles was so upset by this.
"They said he succumbed to his wounds," Stiles tells me. I take in a light gasp of air, my fingers going numb with shock for a moment. I just stare at Stiles' face for what feels like an eternity.
"Succumbed?" Scott looks confused. He clearly doesn't pick up on what Stiles is saying.
"Scott," Stiles sighs. "He's dead."
Scott jumps up, looking around in panic. His face shifts from scared to angry to sad and then back through the cycle again. I watch, not knowing what to do. Before either Stiles or I could attempt something, he runs out of the room.
"Should we follow him or -?" Stiles looks to me. I nod.
"He's upset," I say, thudding down the stairs. "His pulse is raised. He's going to do something stupid, he's going to shift, he's -" I stop talking as I jump into Stiles' Jeep. I can just see Scott running down the street in the dark. "Follow him!" I speed out, pointing to the vanishing figure.
Stiles floors it, the Jeep taking off after Scott. Even going as fast as Stiles possibly could, we couldn't keep up with Scott. Judging by how far and where we followed him to, he's going to Derek's house. He's long gone, taking shortcuts through the trees while Stiles and I are forced to follow a path of Jeep-sized breaks in them, slowing us down considerably. By the time we get to Derek's burnt-out mansion, Scott is nowhere to be seen.
I push open the passenger door with my feet, jumping out into the dry leaves. I can hear loud noises, crashes and groaning, coming from inside the house. I sprint up to the front door, actually beating Stiles.
The first thing I see is Scott lying on the ground, holding his hand to his chest while Derek stalks over him. Scott pulls himself to his feet and Derek snarls at him. I shriek in surprise when I see he's shifted with glowing blue eyes. Derek's head cocks and he looks over at me. Scott takes the chance to attack him. Derek pushes him off and Scott grabs something long and wooden, swinging it at Derek, who flips backwards and falls onto the floor.
"Scott!" I shout, suddenly angry. "Hey! Stop it!"
Derek grabs Scott, slamming him into the ground. My brother's entire body lifts off the floor and I can practically hear his bones cracking as he hits the ground. He lunges at Derek once more before Derek slices his claws through Scott's chest.
He falls to the ground, groaning in pain, and I look at the blood coming out of my brother, launching myself at Derek without really making the conscious decision to. I wrap my arms around Derek's throat, squeezing my eyes shut and holding on tight as he thrashes around, angrily trying to throw me off. When it finally stops, I open my eyes cautiously. Derek blinks at me with his human eyes, grabbing me and effortlessly setting me on the ground. I cross my arms at how easily he stopped me as he turns to Scott.
"I didn't kill him," he tells my brother. "Neither of us did. It's not your fault and it's not mine."
"This?" Scott shouts angrily, getting up. "This is all your fault! You ruined my life!"
"No, I didn't," Derek says evenly, unfazed by Scott's fury now.
"You're the one who bit me," Scott accuses.
"No," Derek corrects steadily. "I'm not."
"What?" my brother asks loudly.
"I'm not the one that bit you," Derek doesn't back down when Scott leans closer. Derek and my brother stare at each other in heavy silence. Scott looks down at his chest suddenly, touching his fingers to the bloody claw marks there. I watch him, sucking in short breaths behind Derek.
Scott spaces out, combing his fingers over the mark. I can tell he's seeing something - remembering something.
"What is it?" I ask when he looks up at us, his eyes flickering between me and Derek.
"There's another," Scott breathes.
"It's called an Alpha," Derek explains. "It's the most dangerous of our kind. You and I, we're Betas. This thing is more powerful, more animal than either of us. My sister came looking for him. Now, I'm trying to find him. But I don't think I can do it without you."
"Why me?" Scott asks after a moment.
"Because he's the one that bit you," Derek tells him. "You're part of his pack. It's you, Scott. You're the one he wants."
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Fanfiction"Don't be afraid of change. You might lose something good, but you'll gain something better." Emerson McCall is a pretty average high school student. She has one friend she shares with her brother, Scott, and between the two of them, she has all she...
