𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 ➸𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕 ꟾ𝟏ꟾ

Werewolf

[Majorly edited]—4/22/21

I

Water spits up at us as Scott jumps down a small, steep hill. Stiles and I follow behind, fresh rainwater from the prior night soaking the bottom four inches of my light blue jeans.

Scott insisted that we had to find his inhaler, his mom would kill him if he loses another. I agreed, but Stiles added another condition. He wanted to see the cut in half, dead body.

"I-I don't know what it was." I listen to Scott, trying to keep my balance as I walk atop a fallen tree limb to avoid the muddy ground. "It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that's not the only weird thing. I can... hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things."

"Smell things?" Stiles questions as we duck under a large branch. "Like what?"

"Like mint mojito gum in your pocket."

"I don't have any mint mojito..." Stiles pulls out a torn piece of a gum stick—mint mojito flavored—from his jacket's pocket.

"So getting bit gave you a super nose?" I joke.

"I guess, but what if it's an infection? What if my body's flooding with adrenaline before I fall into shock or something?"

"You know what? I actually think I've heard of this. It's a specific kind of infection." Stiles says, causing Scott to stop dead in his tracks, the leaves under his sneakers twist and crackle at the sudden change of direction.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, I think it's called... Lycanthropy." I almost snort at Stiles, but worry's written all over Scott's face.

"What's that? Is it bad?"

"I hear it's one of the worst things a person can go through." I join in.

Stiles points at me. "Yeah, but only once a month."

"Once a month?" Scott repeats, confused.

"On the night of the full moon." Stiles howls like a wolf making Scott shove him.

"Guys, it's not funny." Scott sulks away from us.

"It's a little funny." I counter.

"Hey, there could be something seriously wrong with me!" Scott defends.

"I know! You're a werewolf!" Stiles mimics a wolf growling, making me snicker.

Scott's not amused, ignoring us as we follow him deeper into the field of never-ending leaves. "Okay, obviously, we're kidding. But if you see me in shop class melting down all the silver I can find, it's because Friday's a full moon."

Scott glances down, his brows furrowed as I pull my hands from my hoodie. "I-I could've sworn this was it. I saw the body, the deer came running. I dropped my inhaler..."

"Maybe the killer moved the body." Stiles suggests as Scott digs through the leaves.

"If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are like eighty bucks."

Suddenly, I feel Stiles furiously tapping me and Scott on the arm, I lean up and twist around, seeing a dark-haired man in all black glaring at us.

"What are you doing here?" The stranger struts closer to us, "Huh? This is private property."

"Uh, sorry, man, we didn't know."

"Yeah, we were just looking for something, but, uh, forget it."

The stranger moves his hand from his pocket and tosses something at Scott with great speed. I tilt my head at the object in his hand. It was his inhaler. I hold my hands stiff at my side as he turns and disappears back into the woods without another word.