Chapter 3

Stiles opened his door, noticing his bestfriend, sighing he said, "Get in." He was being rather serious as he looked over at Scott, there were papers upon papers scattered on his floor.

"You gotta see this thing. I've been up all night reading—websites, books. All this information," Stiles said, his arms flying everywhere as he tried to gather the physical representation of his brain from the floor of his bedroom.

"How much Adderall have you had today?" Scott asked, Stiles, sat up in his chair, pausing for a fraction of a second. "A lot." Scott chuckled lightly. "Doesn't matter. Okay, just listen."

"Is this about the body, Stiles? Did they find out who did it?" Scott sat on the edge of the bed while Stiles rolled his chair over to him, holding a paper in his hand.

"No, they're still questioning people. Even Derek Hale," he said pointedly.

"Oh, the guy in the woods that we saw the other day," Scott said obliviously.

"Yeah, Y-yes," Stiles said, flinging his hands like that could steer the conversation away from Derek. "But that's not it, okay?"

"What then?" Scott laughed. "Remember the joke from the other day?" Stiles smiled nervously and wheezed out a chuckle. "Not a joke anymore."

Scott stared at his best friend in confusion, "The wolf, the bite in the woods. I started doing all this reading." He riffled through papers, then stood suddenly. "Do you even know why a wolf howls?"

"Should I?" Scott asked.

"It's a signal, okay? When a wolf's alone, it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack. So if you heard a wolf howling, that means others could've been nearby. I mean, maybe even a whole pack of them."

"A whole pack of wolves?" Scott said amazed.

"No... Werewolves," Stiles replied, out of breath from his rant.

"Are you seriously wasting my time with this? You know I'm picking up Allison in an hour." Scott scoffed, grabbing his bag about to leave, but Stiles put a hand on his chest to stop him.

"I saw you on the field today, Scott. Okay, w-w-what you did wasn't just amazing, alright? It was impossible." He chuckled, one side of his mouth going up in a smirk.

"Yeah, so I made a good shot," Scott responded,

"No, you made an incredible shot. I mean, the way you moved—your speed, your reflexes. You know, people can't just suddenly do that overnight." Stiles took Scott's bag from him and put it on the bed,

"And there's the vision and the senses, and don't even think I don't notice that you don't need your inhaler anymore." Stiles carried on his rant, but this only made his friend more irritated.

"Okay! Dude, I can't think about this now!" Scott cut him off, "We'll talk tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?!" Stiles yelled. "What? No! The full moon's tonight! Don't you get it?"

"What are you trying to do? I just made first line. I got a date with a girl I can't believe wants to go out with me, so did you, everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it?"

Stiles groaned, "I'm trying to help."

"Scott, your cursed," Stiles said to his friend sadly.

"And it's not just that the moon will cause you to physically change. It also just so happens to be when your bloodlust will be at its peak." Stiles sat down in his chair and leaned back.

After a second, Scott said, "Bloodlust?"

"Yeah, your urge to kill,"

"I'm already starting to feel an urge to kill, Stiles," Scott said. Immediately, Stiles turned in his chair to face his desk, tossing through the paper cluttered on it.

"You gotta hear this," Stiles said grabbing a book, reading from it, " 'The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse,' " He turned in his chair, looking at his friend as if that explained everything.

"Alright? I haven't seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does." He threw the book on his desk and stood, walking past Scott. "You gotta cancel this date." Stiles started to unzip Scott's bag, looking for his phone. "You gotta call her right now."

"Why are you the only one who gets to go out with a hot girl Stiles? Come on, we're both winning this year why are you tryna ruin it?"

"I'm trying to help you, as your bestfriend that's my duty." The boy responded back still looking for Scott's phone.

"What are you doing?" Scott sighed.

"I'm cancelling the date."

"No! Give it to me!" Scott shoved Stiles against the wall and raising his fist, Stiles coward away a little, when Scott had realised what he had done he began to apologise, "I'm s- I'm sorry,"

"I-I gotta go get ready for that party." With his phone in his hand, he turned and walked to the door, grabbing his bag from Stiles' bed on the way. He stopped at the door, looking back at his friend, "I'm sorry," he repeated before leaving.

Stiles sighed as he began to pick up the things off the floor, when he got to his desk chair his whole face paled when he noticed three long claw marks at the back of it.

He was right.

His bestfriend was a werewolf.

*~*

Sage had smiled when he noticed the text she had received from the Stlinksi boy-

Hey, uh Sage, it's me, Stiles, I'm gonna be like 10- no 5 minutes. So uh- do you mind sending me your address? It's Stiles by the way.

She couldn't help but giggle at the fact that not only was he awkward and nervous in person, but he also showed the same trait over the phone too.

Sage quickly typed in her address and hit send before she began to brush up on light makeup.

Sage never needed to wear makeup, being who- or what she was, they never needed anything to enhance their beauty seeing as they were naturally beautiful. Her phone dinged with a message, thinking it was from Stiles but she frowned when she noticed the unknown number.

You better be at this party Sage, as my new best friend you have a reputation to uphold now. Don't be late xx

Sage didn't even want to know how the strawberry blonde had managed to get her number, she had knowledge from the many movies that she's watched that the popular girl can get anything she wanted.

The sound of her doorbell being rung snapped her out of her thoughts, she would have been on high alert if not for sensing the human boy who she had connected to.

Smiling she opened the door to notice Stiles stood there with a nervous but sweet smile on his face, she could smell how uneasy he was and she frowned at the thought. She never wanted Stiles to feel that way around her.

"Hey, you okay?" Stiles gulped, looking at the blonde girl, he never thought she could get even more beautiful but here she was-proving him wrong.

Stiles quickly nodded his head, "Uh, yeah I'm great." He nervously scratched the back of his neck before continuing, "I'm not gonna lie, I kinda thought this-that this was a prank you know."

Sage frowned at him, "What do you mean?"

"It's just, your this amazingly beautiful girl who has been here one week and is already one of the most popular girls in school. While I'm a nerdy, sarcastic loser-"

"You're not a loser." Sage cut him off, Stiles chuckled lightly at her, "Oh trust me I'm a loser, and you might become a loser by association."

"Then that's what I become."

Stiles stared in awe at the girl, he didn't know what to think. Well, actually he had one thought. His 10-year plan with Lydia was out the window, he now had a five-year plan for Sage Guerrière

"You ready to go."

"Uh yeah let's go." As soon as they got to the jeep Stiles had open the passenger door for her, "And uh, you look really beautiful by the way."

Sage turned to smile at the boy, a brilliant thought came to her head, she leaned up and pressed a soft kiss on his cheek.

"And you look handsome."

*~*

As soon as they pulled up to the party Sage scrunched up her face noticing the different scents, mainly lust coming off hormonal teenagers but she could smell the lingering smell of dog meaning either Derek was here or Stile's friend.

Sage had walked into the house ahead of Stiles thinking he was behind her, but when she had turned to talk to him she couldn't find him. Sage was about to go look for the boy until the voice of her new best friend called to her attention.

"Sage, honey, I'm glad you could make it. And my gosh you've got to let me raid your closet one day cause that outfit is killer."

"Of course, one day Lydia."

"So who did you come with, oh please tell me you didn't come alone. That won't work Sage darling. There are plenty of boys on the Lacrosse team that have asked me about you-"

"Lydia, I didn't come alone don't worry. In fact, I'm gonna go look for him now." Sage said after cutting off the Martin girl. Lydia was about to protest until Jackson came up to her, placing his lips on hers.

Sage used her senses looking for Stlinski boy until she finally found him by a table full of drinks with a red solo cup in his hand.

"Hey, there." Stiles looked as his heartbeat began to race when he noticed the girl he was obsessed with, he had no idea why his heart was still racing at the sight of her. He already saw her when he picked her up 10 minutes ago, but here he is again- nervously staring at the girl who was way out of his league.

"H-hey, I thought I lost you for a sec."

"Yeah, I know these crowds are not great unless your stuck to each other like glue." Sage giggled, stretching over him to pour herself a drink. Stiles wasn't sure how he hadn't had a heart attack yet, because for the third time tonight his heart began racing, this time to how close she was to him.

Stiles had almost lost sense into why he actually came to this party, well it was because of the pretty girl, but it was also because he needed to keep an eye on his best friend who could turn into a werewolf at any point of the night.

Not even a minute after that, Scott started stumbling out of the house.

"Yo, Scott, you good?" Stiles asked but Scott didn't have time to reply as he kept stumbling out of the house. Sage narrowed her eyes at the boys retreating form knowing he was more likely beginning to turn, not a second later she saw Allison chase after him.

Stiles looked torn, he needed to make sure his best friend wouldn't suddenly turn and kill someone but he didn't want to leave Sage stranded.

"Uh, Sage- I know this is out of nowhere, but I gotta make sure he's okay...." Sage watched as the boy continued to ramble on about his friend, she didn't like the idea of Stiles being around a newly turned werewolf but she could tell that Stile was also loyal to his friend.

"It's fine Stiles really, text me later though." Sage smiled sweetly at the boy, he quickly nodded his head at her before making a beeline to his jeep in hopes of finding his friend.

All she hoped was that he would be safe, because if not- she would make hold on her promise.

*~*

Sage sat on top of the bleachers, drinking the coffee she had gotten during her lunch break. She was on her own- both Allison and Lydia had gone home but she needed to keep an eye on the human she connected to-well in a sense she should be keeping an eye on both of the humans she connected to but she knew Lydia was fine right now.

Stiles on the other hand had a newly turned werewolf as a best friend so she needed to be around to ensure his safety.

Scott, gazing off with far too many thoughts swirling in his head, doesn't notice the other players backing up behind him

"McCall, let's go!" Coach yelled making Scott pay attention, realising he's at the head of the line. Coach tosses the ball. Scott goes for the shot, but Jackson comes at him with a volley of slap checks, "Still want to be first-line, McCall?"

Sage watched with careful eyes as she could sense the anger and frustration coming off him. Gritting his teeth in anger, Scott looks up to reveal his brown eyes are rapidly brightening to yellow. Coach walked over to him, "McCall, my grandmother can move faster than that and she's dead! Can you move faster than the lifeless corpse of my dead  grandmother, McCall?"

"Yes, Coach."

"I can't hear you."

"Yes, Coach!"

"Then do it again!" Coach said and Scott went back to the start of the line. Stiles looked at him worriedly as Sage watched, readying for anything to happen. The whistle blows and Scott shoots forward again as Coach tosses the ball to him.

Jackson goes for a cross-check, heading for Scott with his stick horizontal even as the uncontrollable werewolf hurtles toward him with ferocious speed. They collide, hard, both going down, Jackson yelling out as he hits the ground.

Sage winced at the sickening sound of bone dislodging from socket. While everyone else runs over to check on Jackson, Stiles hurries to Scott's side. 

"Are you okay?" Stiles asks but Scott won't lift his head, Sage leaned further in her seat keeping an eye on the werewolf and human just in case he decided to lash out.

"Scott?" His head tilts up to reveal the sharpened teeth jutting out from his lower jaw. "It's happening. I can't control it. It's happening."

Stiles's eyes widen before he began to speak in a panic voice, "What? Right here, now?" Scott never answered, trying to control his shift, so Stiles pulled him away from the field.

Sage got up following after them, she knew what an out of control werewolf was like and he would kill Stiles if he couldn't control himself.

Her heeled boots clicked against the floor in the hallway as she speeds through the empty hallway looking for the two, she could hear the rapid heartbeat coming from the locker room and the slight smell of fear coming off the human.

"Get away from me!" Scott yelled.

She soon burst through the locker room using her speed and strength to slam a fully transformed Scott against the locker. He growled at her snapping his canines, but she just flashed her purple eyes at the boy cause him to instantly shift back in a scared frantic state.

After she realised the boy was starting to calm down, she let go of him turning around to see a panic Stiles sitting against the wall watching her.

She could hear his heartbeat against his chest causing her to frown.

"Are you okay?" Stiles snapped his head towards her after hearing how soft her voice was.

"H-how did you do that?"

Sage shrugged her shoulders while calmly walking towards the boy so she didn't scare him. "I'm stronger than werewolves when it's not a full moon so it wasn't hard."

She offered her hand to Stiles who instantly took it, it was like he was in a trance as he continued to stare at the girl in awe.

Stiles should have been more aware when he realised she said she was stronger than a werewolf, one being she knew of the existence of werewolves and two being the fact that she was stronger than one. But he simply didn't care.

Sage smiled at the human before her smile suddenly turned into a frown-remembering the werewolf in the room. She turned to look at him noticing he was trying to calm his breathing as he watched the two.

"Get yourself under control McCall because next time I won't just flash my eyes at you to stop you. I'll rip your heart out." And with that, she walked out leaving the two boys in shock and confusion.

*~*

Stiles' toy gun zapped at the camera as a welcome for Scott, Scott didn't seem to find it as amusing as the human as he continued to stare at Stiles, waiting to tell him what he had found out.

"What'd you find out?" Scott asked seriously.

"Well I did a bunch of research and there are only a few supernatural creatures with purple eyes..." Stiles started to blabber as he flicked through the book he started reading as soon as he got home.

"Okay like what?" Scott asked, just as curious as the human.

"Like uh- Siren's- they lore men with their voices as the lead them to their death, some say they have the body of a beautiful woman but a tail like a fish- while others say they have the head of a woman and the body of a bird." Stiles recited from the book he was reading, he wouldn't put it past him if Sage was a siren, she was too beautiful and he literally felt nothing for Lydia Martin anymore and it was because he was captivated by the beauty only known as Sage Guerrière.

"Okay, what else?"

"There were only two more, uh a malevolent."

"A what?"

"A Malevolent, a creature with purples who lures people into making bad decision...well I guess that makes sense as the actual meaning of the word malevolent is to be vicious or produce evil," Stiles says to his friend but he didn't believe Sage could be something so horrific.

"Erm okay, that's quite unsettling." Scott grasped out as Stiles nodded his head, "What's the last one?"

"A vampire."

"Vampires aren't real... are they?" Scott didn't know what to believe anymore, he was a werewolf along with Derek Hale so anything could be possible. If he hadn't witnessed how much stronger she was than him then he would have laughed at the idea of her being supernatural.

"Well, I uh cross-referenced." Stiles started off, "Vampires and a Malevolents are the only mythical creatures with purples eyes that are stronger than a werewolf." Scott sat there with a horrified look on his face, he not only had to face Derek Hale but now Sage Guerrière, especially after the threat she gave him today.

"Okay, you know what let's just forget about that, what did you find out about Jackson?"

"Well, it's bad," Stiles said. "He's got a separated shoulder."

"Ugh, because of me?"

"No, because he's a jerk," Stiles retorted.

"Is he gonna play?"

"Well, they don't know yet," Stiles said as Scott's screen began to cut out, "Now they're just counting on you for Saturday."

Scott sighed, closing his eyes and shaking his head. Stiles however, leaned in, noticing something strange in Scott's background. The more he stared, the more he made out a man wearing a leather jacket standing behind Scott.

"What?" Scott asked as Stiles continue to stare at the camera.

Stiles began to open up his chatbox- "It looks like..."

Scott's screen froze, a little multicoloured circle spinning in the centre, signalling the wifi had been cut out. But as soon as it came back on Stiles had managed to type in the rest of his sentence.

Someone's behind you.

*~*

Sage stood outside the human's house, listening to the conversation he was having with his best friend. She frowned at the thought of being referred to as those creatures Stiles had listed, if he straight up asked her what she was she would tell him.

She sighed out deciding it was best to leave this for another day, she hopped in her car and sped away from his house. As soon as she did so Stiles came barrelling towards his jeep, but not before watching the retreating car drive off into the night.

*~*