You, Stiles, and Scott are best friend. You're all werewolves. The Arsons think you're a threat. When they find out who you are, and what you can become, will you be able to come to a truce, or will it be too late?
You woke up, took a shower, brushed your teeth, and got dressed:
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You walked downstairs. There was a letter on your counter.
Letter:
I left for work early. I'll see you tonight.
~Mom
You nodded, and went to school. You started walking down the hallway, when you and Stiles locked eyes. Scott looked at you, and then at Stiles.
Scott pulled out his phone, and texted you both.
The Pack:
Scott: Meet me outside by the car in 5.
You looked at your phone. You sighed lightly, and walked away. You walked outside, put you bag in your car, and waited.
Scott and Stiles walked up behind you. You looked at them.
Scott looked between you and Stiles, and cleared his throat. "I'm sorry,"Scott said. "For what?" Stiles asked.
"I know you'll never forgive me for this,"Scott said, "I was worried about you, and I didn't know." "Scott?" You asked, "What the hell are you talking about?"
Scott sighed. "...I broke you guys up,"Scott said softly. You and Stiles looked at each other, and then back at Scott. "What do you mean?" Stiles asked.
Scott looked at you both. "...I told your parents that they should break you guys up,"Scott said. You pulled your keys out of your pocket. "Y/n, I'm sorry,"Scott said.
You walked over to your car, and you drove off. Stiles looked at Scott. "I could kill you for what you did,"Stiles said angrily.
"I know,"Scott said softly. Stiles shook his head. "But I won't,"Stiles said angrily. "Why not?" Scott asked. Stiles smiled. "Because she will,"Stiles said angrily.
Stiles walked to his car, turned around, and looked at Scott. "You're an asshole Scott McCall,"Stiles said while getting into his car, and driving off.
*In the woods*
You hid your car, and started running until you were tired. You smelt someone coming from behind you. "What do you want?" You asked. "I want to talk,"The person said.
"Who are you?" You asked. "I'm someone you've seen before,"The person said. "That's not what I asked,"You said. The person didn't answer.
"If I were you,"The person said, "I wouldn't try running." You turned around. "Andrew?" You asked.
