Chapter One

                                    

                                          
Stiles sighed as he turned off the TV, tomorrow morning was school and he wasn't looking forward to it. Winter Break had been a great time off, except for the usual mild California winters, this one was actually causing Stiles to wear a jacket around town. But he wasn't ready to go back to school, nor his Chemistry teacher Mr. Harris. 
"Just another five months of being ignored by Lydia," he grumbled to himself. Letting out an unneeded groan he forced himself to his feet and up towards his room. As Stiles was about to go up the stairs the house was hit by a furious blow of ringing phones. 
Stiles quickly made his way over to the nearest phone which was located back in the living room, but by the time he got there the ringing had stopped. Confused Stiles glanced over towards his dad's office noticing the Sheriff was indeed on the phone. 
                          
Looking back towards the phone, and then his father Stiles snatched the phone and pressed the answer button, before shoving it up towards his ear. 
                          
"You're telling me a jogger found a body in the woods?" The sheriff asked. 
"Yes sir, but the odd thing is.... sir he only found half." 
"Half?" The sheriff asked shocked. 
"Yes sir, were calling in every available unit, and even state police." 
"Ok, give me ten minutes and I'll be there." 
Stiles eyes almost bulged from his sockets as a small smile spread across his face. Without leaving a moment to spare Stiles carefully set the phone down and ran up into his room, quickly spamming his best friend Scott McCall with messages. 
                          
Meanwhile, Scott wasn't paying any attention to his phone, as the boy was busy tying his net into his brand new lacrosse stick. He had worked hard over winter break to get some knew lacrosse gear for preparation for the new season. Scott didn't care that freshman year he sat bench, only getting in when the team was winning a lot with a few minutes left. He had a goal, and that was to make first line, and make a name for himself. 
                          
He grabbed a lacrosse ball from his bedside table and tossed it in the net forcefully, before taking it out and punching the net a few times. Once satisfied it would hold, he set it down and walked over to his bathroom doorframe. He took a deep breath and jumped up, and did ten pull-ups before hoping back down to brush his teeth. 
                          
While he brushed, his thoughts went towards lacrosse again and how he was going to make first line. He knew it would be hard, as Beacon Hills High School was known for lacrosse. Two time state champions, and a slightly insane coach. He knew his only problem would be his asthma, which was quite severe. But Scott was confident that as long as he had his inhaler he would be perfectly fine. 
                          
As he spit out the minty fresh paste, rinsed off his toothbrush and face, a loud noise startled him. Turning around he looked out his window where he heard the thumping noise once again. Gulping the teenage boy rushed towards his closet, slipping on a shirt and hoodie. He grabbed his moms baseball bat, and jammed his feet in his shoes before rushing outside. 
                          
The cool winter air hit him suddenly, chilling his former warm self to the bone. Shivering Scott silently crept on the porch of his house preparing to swing at any predators coming his way. 
                          
"This is why I need a dog," Scott mumbled,
Feeling that if he had a furry companion, his nights spent alone at the house would be much safer. 
                          
Suddenly and unexpectedly a figure came falling down from above him, Scott let out a scream, and so did the attacker. Before Scott could swing the bat at the predator he noticed who it was and sighed angrily. 
"STILES WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!" 
"You weren't answering your phone!" Stiles exclaimed before realizing the object in his bestfriends hand, " Why do you have a bat?" 
"I thought you were a predator!" Scott exclaimed. 
                          
"A pred- ah what!?" Stiles exclaimed annoyed before quickly getting to the task at hand, " Listen  I know it's late but you gotta here this.  I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago dispatch call they're bringing in every officer from beacon department and even state police!"