Y/n McCall is Scott McCall's younger twin sister. When her brother is bit by a werewolf, she gets pulled into the world of the supernatural alongside him, and things in her life take a turn. For better or for worse though, that's undecided. Can she...
"Clear your schedule," Lydia instructed and walked into my bedroom, dropping all of her bags onto my bed. "This could take a while."
I laughed. "Lyds, how many outfits do you plan on wearing tonight?"
"It's my birthday party. I'm thinking host dress, evening dress, then after-hours casual," Lydia listed off.
"So in simpler terms, a lot," I clarify and turn my desk chair around so that I was facing her. "Hey, I uh, I noticed that you didn't send out any invites."
"It's the biggest party of the year, Y/n. Everyone knows," Lydia declared.
"Well, maybe this year things, you know, might be different," I put forth. "Just because things have been a little off lately. Things and people. Like Jackson."
Lydia frowned. "What do you care about Jackson?"
"He was a friend to me once, Lydia," I remind her. "But do you know if he's coming tonight?"
"Everyone's coming," Lydia repeated and held a dress up to her body. "This one's American Rag. I love it. For me, not you."
"You'd look great in that," I compliment her. "Seriously. You'd look great in any of these dresses. They're all amazing."
"Thanks, Y/n. But there is one I picked out especially for you," Lydia notified me and held a dress in my direction.
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I held it up against my frame and stood in front of the mirror, admiring the way it looked on me. The teal color somehow complimented both my skin tone and eyes at the same time, and while it was definitely something I usually wouldn't wear, I was drawn to it.
"Wow," I breathe out. "This is beautiful. But you didn't have to get me anything, Lyds."
"I know, but I wanted to. We have both been through so much recently, and you know me. Clothes always make me feel better, so I figured the same could be said for you if you had a killer outfit to wear to my party, which would then be the perfect start to spring break. Ooh, those white wedges you have would be perfect with this," Lydia commented.
"You're right. They would be," I confirm. "But enough about my outfit. Lets start picking out your outfits."
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"Happy Birthday Lyds," I wish my best friend as she opened the door. "I'm so sorry I'm late. I got caught up talking to Isaac over the phone."
"Do you have feelings for him?" Lydia asked. "Because you've been talking to him a lot lately."
"Why does everyone keep asking me that? No, I don't have feelings for him. We're just becoming goods friends," I reveal. "Now, have you seen Scott and Stiles?"
"They're out back. Make sure you try some of the punch," Lydia called out to me as she went to talk to some of the other guests.
"Y/n, there you are. I've been meaning to talk to you. I was going over the yearbook this afternoon, and I found something. All of the Kanima's victims so far have been from the 2006 Beacon Hills Swim Team, which Isaac's dad coached," Stiles relayed to me. "And since the Kanima is afraid of water, I think he may have hated the swim team for some reason. It doesn't make sense right now, but it will. Hopefully."
"Good to know. Hey, Scott, when are you gonna apologize to Allison?" I quiz and take a sip of my punch.
"Why should I apologize?" Scott questioned.
"Because you're the guy. It's, like, what we do," Stiles stated.
"Not that you'd know," I tease. "But Stiles is right, Scott. "When Leo and I were together, he would apologize for everything."
"But I didn't do anything wrong," Scott argued.
"Then you should definitely apologize. See, any time a guy thinks he hasn't done anything wrong, it means he's definitely done something wrong," Stiles spoke.
"I'm not apologizing," Scott insisted.
"Is that the full moon talking, buddy?" Stiles implored.
Scott nodded. "Probably. But why do you care, anyways?"
"Because, Scott, something's gotta go right here," Stiles responded. "I mean, we're getting our asses royally kicked, if you haven't noticed. People are dying. I got my dad fired. You're gonna be held back in school. I'm in love with a nut job. And if on top of all that, if I gotta watch you lose Allison to a stalker like Matt, I'm gonna stab myself in the face."
"Wait a minute," I interject. "You got your dad fired? When was this?"
Stiles waved me off. "It's not important."
"Not important? Stiles, that's extremely important," I disagree.
"I don't mean to get in between you guys and your bickering, but Jackson's here," Scott alerted us.
"You guys have fun dealing with that. I'm gonna go have some fun," I announce and down my glass of punch before heading into the house. As soon as I did though, I became a little dizzy, so I made my way upstairs to find an empty room to sit for a second. However, when I opened the nearest door, I came face to face with my father. "Dad? What are you doing here?"
"I came here to tell you the real reason your mom and I got divorced. It was because of you," my dad spit at me.
"W-what?" I stammer. "Dad, what are you talking about?"
"Everyday I came home, and I had to put up with a child I didn't want," my father disclosed. "I just wanted one child. I only needed one to by happy. But instead I was given two. To some that may be a miracle, but to me it was a nightmare. Having to deal with someone I would never see as my own. Someone I didn't want as my own. You ruined my life, Y/n."
"Dad," I start, my eyes tearing up.
"I am not your father," my dad seethed. "I never have been, and I never will be." My dad then exited the room, and I followed after him, but in the hallway, I lost him. He seemed to just disappear. I wiped at my eyes and shook my head, confused as to what just happened.
"Y/n!" Scott shouted and ran over to me as I re-entered the backyard. "I've been looking for you. Are you-are you okay? You look like you've been crying."
"I'm fine," I sniffle and wipe at my eyes. "I think the moon is affecting me somehow. I just had the craziest hallucination."
"That wasn't the moon. It was the punch," Scott informed me. "Everyone's who had some is freaking out." Just then, police sirens echoed up and down the street, and everyone started running off, not wanting to be caught with whatever they had on them. Scott took a hold of my arm and led me out of the house, and when we got to the front yard, something caught my eye. Matt was standing on the other side of the street, and by his feet was the Kanima.
