Something old, something new. (Stiles Stilinski)

The party

When I got home my house was empty, meaning my mum was working a late shift at the hospital. I ran upstairs and chucked my bag on my bed, walking to my wardrobe. After 10 minutes of looking through my clothes I gave up and decided to read through the papers I brought home from Stiles house. The first page I picked up had the definition of 'werewolf' copied onto it in Stiles handwriting:

'A werewolf, also known as a lycanthrope is a mythological orfolkloric human with the ability to shapeshift into a wolf or a therianthropichybrid wolf-like creature, either purposely or after being placed under a curse or affliction. E.g. via a bite or scratch from another werewolf.'

The next page had sketches of werewolves and underneath Stiles wrote where those supposed werewolves were at the time they were seen.

The other pages held notes Stiles had written down and among the pages of notes there was a folded piece of paper, which had the history of werewolves:

'A few references to men changing into wolves are found in Ancient Greek literature and mythology. Herodotus, in his Histories, wrote that the Neuri, a tribe he places to the north-east of Scythia, were all transformed into wolves once every year for several days, and then changed back to their human shape.'

The last page was the one full of horrific drawings. Most of them had a wolf-like creature in them. The few that didn't had writing instead. The language of the writing was probably Latin or something like Latin.

I looked at the clock next to my bed and decided to choose my clothes for later tonight. Seeing as it was just past 7 I chose to have a shower and then decide on my clothes. I stood in the shower thinking about what I just read. It all made sense really. The heightened senses, the ability to move faster. Scott was just too blind to see it.

After showering I searched through my wardrobe for something decent to wear. After what happened to my old neighbor I didn't really want anything to do with parties, so I didn't really have much clothes to choose from. I decided to go with a black skirt, a white top and my light wash jean jacket with converse.

Once I was dressed I went downstairs and waited. Stiles arrived just before 8 and we went to the party. When we pulled up to Lydia's house, it was kind of crowded. There were people everywhere, talking and around the back there were people dancing.

"We should find Scott." Stiles said leaning down to speak to me so I could hear him over the loud music.

"Yeah." I nodded following him through the house.

After searching the house we went out the back to look for Scott only for him to push past us in a rush, with Allison trailing behind calling his name. Stiles and I took off after the two and got out front to see Scott speeding away from Lydia's house.

"Ah crap..." I muttered. "Okay Stiles you go after Scott and I'll stay and make sure Allison doesn't think Scott hates her or something."

Stiles nodded and ran off to his car while I found Allison and made my way over to her.

"Hey are you okay?" I asked seeing her sullen expression.

"Scott just started acting weird. I mean we were dancing and then he just ran off..." she trailed off looking at the ground.

"I'm sure he's fine." I reassured her. "He probably wasn't feeling well or got nervous."

"Why-?" she started to say when a voice interrupted her.

"Allison." I heard a voice say.

I turned around to see Derek Hale standing in Lydia's driveway looking very shady.