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7: Natural Werewolf Talent

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(Cierra)

"Scott? What are you doing here?" I asked.

He turned towards Derek, "Sorry for being the reason you got arrested and practically announcing you were here to the hunters, also don't know what happened to your sister. But, I think I did something last night, I had a dream about someone, but someone else got hurt and it turns out that, that part of the dream might've actually happened."

"You think you attacked the driver?" Derek asked seriously.

"Did you see what I did last night?"

"No."

"Can you at least tell me the truth?" he paused briefly as rain started to fall. "Am I gonna hurt someone?" he asked hoping the answer was a 'no'. Scott was a really nice person who would never want to hurt someone...maybe my brother, but that's it.

"Yes."

"Could he kill someone?" I asked standing up and joining in on the conversation.

Derek turns to me, "Yes."

"Am I gonna kill someone?!" Scott asked panicked.

Derek turns back towards Scott, "Probably."

Scott frowns and leans against the column holding the rickety roof up. I quickly go and give Scott a hug, pushing myself into his side.

"Look, I can show you how to remember." I snapped my head upwards towards Derek and loosened myself from Scott, straightening up. Scott perked up, confusion evident on his puppy dog face. "I can show you how to control the shift, even on a full moon." There was another dramatic long pause, before Derek sighed. "But, its not gonna come for free."

"What do you want?" Scott mumbled.

"You'll find out."

"Way to be mysterious Derek." I scoffed and Derek looked annoyed before speaking again.

"But, for now I'm gonna give you what you want. Go back to the bus. Go inside, see it, feel it. Let your senses your sight, smell, touch, let them remember for you."

"That's it? Just go back?" I asked.

"Do you guys wanna know what happened?" Derek asked us.

"I just wanna know if I hurt him." Scott admitted.

"No, you wanna know if you'll hurt her." He tells him sternly.

"Allison." I muttered.

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After the rain stopped and Scott and I left Derek's house, we got on his bike and rode to Stiles' house. I was incredibly uncomfortable on Scott's handlebars whilst he was going through the woods and down street by street, very fast by the way.

We soon arrived at the Stilinksi household and we knocked on the door repeatedly fast. A middle aged man with bags under his eyes answered the door; the Sheriff looked confused when he saw us.

"What are you doing here at..." he briefly looked at his silver watch. "Eleven thirty on a school night? I mean Scott's always here, but why are you here Cierra?"

"I'm here to speak to Stiles, its urgent. It's a matter of life and death. Like if we don't sort this out know a load of people coul-"

"Okay, I get it. Come in." He motioned for us to come inside, Scott ran up the stairs and into Stiles' room. I was about to do the same when the Sheriff tugged me back by my arm. "Cierra...I thought I said to not get mixed up with Stiles. He's a delinquent and not all up there in the head."