Teen Wolf

Full Moon Rising

Stiles chuckled. "I'm just kidding, stop giving me that look. I'm only saying it because Friday night is a full moon." They continued walking until they reached a familiar spot.

"Wait, I think this is where I saw the deer running," Scott said, scanning the area. "I dropped my inhaler here too." Stiles suggested, "Maybe the killer moved the body." Scott nodded, concerned. "If he did, hope he left my inhaler – it's $80."

Just then, Stiles nudged Scott and whispered, "Check out that guy." A stranger emerged from the woods, approaching them. "What are you doing here? This is private property," the man said firmly.

Stiles apologized, "Sorry, we didn't know." Scott added, "We were looking for something, but never mind." The stranger tossed Scott his inhaler and left without a word. Scott recognized him: "That was Derek Hale. I've got to get to work."

Stiles whispered, "Dude, remember his family died in a fire, like 10 years ago?" Scott's curiosity piqued. "So, what's he doing back here?" The encounter lingered in Scott's mind, stirring unanswered questions.

Scott headed to work, his mind still reeling from the encounter with Derek Hale. He arrived at the animal clinic, where he worked part-time, and began closing up shop for the day. Flipping the sign on the door from "Open" to "Closed", he then stepped into the bathroom to tend to his wounded stomach

Scott's eyes widened as he gazed at his stomach stunned. The wound was healed - no scratch, no scar, nothing. He felt a shiver run down his spine, but shook off the feeling, attributing it to his imagination.

He grabbed a bag and dragged it into the animal holding room. Cats and dogs, usually calm, began howling and jumping in their cages as if sensing his presence. The intensity unsettled Scott, and he hastily retreated from the room.

Just then, a knock at the door broke the eerie silence. Alison stood on the porch, drenched and sobbing. She pounded on the door, desperation etched on her face. Scott rushed to open it.

"I didn't see it!" Alison exclaimed between sobs. "I took my eyes off the road for 10 seconds to change the song, and this dog came out of nowhere. I hit it!"

Scott calmed her down. "Where did it happen?"

Alison sniffled. "I know where I hit it, but...the dog is in my car."

Under the relentless rain, Scott and Alison hurried to her car. She opened the trunk, and the dog, still alive, began barking frantically at them. Scott steadied her, saying, "Don't be scared, let me take a closer look."

As he leaned down, their eyes locked, and Scott's gaze intensified. Unbeknownst to him, his eyes flickered to yellow, a fleeting transformation unnoticed by Alison. The dog's barking ceased.

"They took the dog inside, and Scott assessed the situation. "I think her leg is broken. I've seen the vet do plenty of splints; I can do it. And I can give her some painkillers for now."

Alison shivered, soaked and chilled to the bone. Scott noticed and offered, "Here, take this shirt from my bag. You're freezing."

She declined, but Scott insisted, handing her the dry shirt. "Take it, you're shaking." Alison relented, gratitude warming her eyes as she accepted the offering.

As they tended to the dog, Scott's unusual momentary transformation remained a secret, hidden beneath the surface.

Alison stepped into the adjacent room to change, the upper portion of the door made of glass. Scott caught a glimpse of her removing her shirt from behind, but quickly looked away.

"All done," Scott said, bandaging the dog's leg. Alison emerged, smiling. "Thanks for doing this. I feel really stupid." Scott chuckled. "You're just being human."

Alison laughed. "I freak out like a total girl." Scott teased, "You are a girl." Alison clarified, "I freak out like a girly-girl." Scott playfully asked, "What type are you?" They both burst into laughter.

As they calmed down, Scott said, "Don't worry, the dog will live. And I'm pretty sure she'll let you pet her now." Alison hesitated, but Scott encouraged her. "Come on, I heard this breed is very smart." Alison tentatively touched the dog's fur.

The dog's tail wagged, and Alison's face lit up. "Really?" Scott nodded. "Yeah, she's already forgiven you." Alison smiled, and Scott's heart swelled with affection for her. In this moment, everything felt right. The dog, now calm, lay beside them, a symbol of their growing connection.

Scott's gaze lingered on Alison, and she noticed. "What?" she asked.

"Sorry, you have eyelashes on your cheek," Scott said, gently reaching out to wipe them away.

"Thanks, I was crying," Alison explained.

As they stepped outside, the rain had subsided. Alison headed toward her car, but Scott stopped her. "I was wondering, is it really family night on Friday, or would you like to go to the party with me?"

Alison laughed. "That was a total lie."

Scott grinned. "So, is that a yes? Will you go?"

"Definitely yes," Alison replied, her eyes sparkling.

With a shared smile, Alison drove off, and Scott walked home, feeling elated.