[ 1.2 | SECOND CHANCE AT FIRST LINE ]

     SUNRISE CAME ALL too soon for the three teenagers residing in the Beacon Hills Preserve. After discovering the body of a young woman in a shallow grave on the Hale property, the police were soon notified. Once the murderer in question returned to the charred remains of his home, Derek Hale was apprehended by the authorities.

     Daisy tiredly watches the deputies drag the supposed werewolf to a nearby police cruiser with Scott at her side. The young blonde had taken a miniscule nap in the backseat of Stiles jeep waiting for the boy's father to arrive. Instead of reviving Daisy for the events ahead, the moment's rest seemed to drain her even further.

     She rests her elbows against the hood of the powder blue Jeep watching the officers shove Derek into the back of the white cruiser. Many of them move in and out of the scene scoping out the rest of the property.

     Movement beyond the tree-line instantly catches Scott's attention, who stands at his best friend's side. He immediately reaches out smacking Daisy on the arm recognizing the figure striding toward the police cruiser. The blonde adverts her gaze finding Stiles dressed in a grey blazer slipping into the front seat of the car.

     She immediately turns dipping her head to be concealed behind Scott's now muscular arm. The shaggy haired boy shields his own face from view not associating himself with their best friend sneaking into the vehicle holding a soon to be convicted murderer.

     Peeking out from behind Scott's shoulder, Daisy finds the sheriff snatching Stiles from the front seat of his own cruiser. The sheriff roughly drags him away from the vehicle, before releasing his hold on the boy. A long exhale escapes her lips watching the father and son duo converse. She could tell that the conversation was taking an unexpected turn when her friend's expression drops into one of surprise.

     Daisy knew that the older man had a way of finding out any and all lies that his son spoke. And she had a feeling that he just found out one that could land her in a heap of trouble with her own mother.

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     The blue Jeep moves at a fast pace down the two lane highway leading out of the expansive preserve. Daisy takes up the backseat with her arms crossed over her chest. Her green eyes remain narrowed sending daggers toward the spazzy boy in the driver's seat.

     Stiles had sprinted back to the safety of his vehicle with a guilty expression plastered across his mole covered features. Daisy immediately began to grill the boy, until he revealed the secret that he disclosed to his father. The sheriff now knew that Daisy and Scott were in the preserve the night the severed body was found. To say the Fulton girl was angry would be an understatement. She was down right furious with the spastic boy.

     The Stilinski boy kept his hands glued to the thin black steering wheel, while their best friend resided in the front seat with his smartphone in hand.

     "I can't find anything about wolfsbane being used for burial." Scott states glancing up form the lit screen.

     "Just keep looking." Stiles voices not taking his eyes off the slick road in front of him. "Maybe it's like a ritual or something, like maybe they bury you as a wolf. Or maybe it's like a special skill, you know? Like something you have to learn."

     Scott sighs heavily in frustration. "I'll put it on my to-do list, right underneath figuring out how the hell I'm playing the game tonight."

     Daisy leans forward resting her arms on the seats in front of her. "I'm not gonna lie to you, Scott. It's gonna be difficult."

     He turns his head to look at the blonde. "What if I can't control it? I could hurt someone."

     She frowns toward her best friend. "Maybe you shouldn't play tonight."

     "I have to. My mom is taking off work, and Coach would skin me alive." Scott exclaims turning back to face the open road.

     "Maybe it's different for girl werewolves." Stiles blurts out disregarding his friends' conversation.

     The McCall boy groans angrily. "Okay! Stop it!" He snaps.

     Stiles quirks an eyebrow in Scott's direction. "Stop what?"

     "Stop saying 'werewolves!' Stop enjoying this so much."

     Daisy's brows furrow with concern watching Scott raise his hands clutching the sides of his head. He leans forward in his seat beginning to breath heavily. "Are you okay?"

     He shakes his head vigorously, his voice straining with effort. "No! No, I'm not. I'm so far from being okay."

     "You know, you're gonna have to accept this, Scott, sooner or later." Stiles speaks up continuing to stare out at the road ahead of them.

     Daisy does not take her eyes off the distraught boy in front of her. Scott continues to groan his chest heavily, as his breaths coming out in pants. She reaches out to place a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder, only for him to flinch away from her touch.

     "I can't." Scott mumbles in between intakes of air.

     "Well, you're gonna have to." Stiles states oblivious to his friend's internal battle merely inches from him.

     The Fulton girl shakes her head. "No, Stiles, I don't think he can breathe!" She exclaims staring at her best friend struggling to catch his breath. "Pull over!"

     Stiles's attention snaps to the boy in his passenger seat. "Why? What's happening?"

     Scott drops his hands from his head leaning forward into the floorboard of the Jeep. He grasps the brown cloth backpack sat against the surface ripping open the zipper. Inside, a long strand of thin twine sits atop a dingy t-shirt with a violet flower tied to the end.

     "You kept it?" Scott shouts in Stiles's direction.

     "What was I supposed to do with it?" He questions incredulously.

     "Leave it there!" Daisy shouts toward the Stilinski boy.

     Scott growls clutching the sides of his head, once again. "Stop the car!"

     Stiles instantly slams his foot onto the break causing Daisy to loose her balance falling to the metal floorboard of the backseat. The tires squeal loudly across the dampened road sliding to a halt. Both doors on the vehicle are then shoved open letting the two boys leap out of the leather seats and to the ground. Daisy pushes herself onto her knees seeing Stiles take the brown backpack into his hands sending it sailing through the trees deeper into the preserve.

     When Daisy turns to the passenger side of the Jeep, Scott is nowhere to be found. She quickly climbs over the front seat hopping to the dead leaves under her feet. "Scott?" She cups her hands around her mouth. "Scott!"

     But she was too late, the newly turned werewolf was gone.

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     It had been several hours into the afternoon when Daisy finally got word from her missing best friend. Scott spent the entirety of the many hours away running around the vast woodland landscape of Beacon Hills. The shaggy haired boy explained that he had an extremely bad reaction to the wolfsbane Stiles kept from the shallow grave.

     Which did not suppress Daisy. The plant was meant to cause harm to any and all werewolves that came into contact with it. If only Stiles had enough common sense to realize the same thing.

     The strenuous day finally faded leading up to the first lacrosse game of the season. Daisy could do nothing but worry about the outcome of the sporting event knowing that there was a high possibility that Scott could shift during the rough game. If the teenage boy was not so concerned about impressing the new girl, Allison, or so desperate to play first-line, Scott could have just stayed home and tried to figure out how he was going to manage his new life.

     But unfortunately, Daisy knew that her best friend was too stubborn for that. He was going to play in the lacrosse game even if he ended up revealing himself to Allison's father, who just so happened to be the werewolf hunter that shot him the first night he shifted. If it wasn't for the help of Derek Hale, Scott would probably be dead.

     The air surrounding the lit lacrosse field was filled with shouting parents waiting for their children to take the grass covered area and commence with their first game of the season. The booming voice of Coach Finstock could be heard yelling at his players to get into position.

     Daisy shoves her freezing hands into the pockets of her tan jacket making her way to the crowded metal blenchers situated next to the field. Melissa McCall walks alongside her following her every move, as they find two open spaces on one of the lower rows. Daisy was quickly able to spot Scott, number eleven, jogging out onto the open space with the rest of the lacrosse players. The blonde's knees began to bounce hearing Coach's whistle rip through the brisk winter breeze.

     The lit grassy field was soon a blur of fast motion and the deep color of maroon, once the game began. Daisy had a hard time keeping up with the small white lacrosse ball being tossed back and forth between players of the opposing teams. Her green eyes would land on Scott every so often noticing his lack of involvement with his own teammates. Not even a few minutes into the game, the McCall boy was slammed into the hard ground causing both Daisy and Melissa to cringe at the impact.

     The teenage girl's attention shifts from her best friend angrily pushing himself from the ground to the group of players huddled around each other in the center of the field. She could clearly spot Jackson, number thirty-seven, amongst them pointing with his long stick in hand. Daisy could only imagine what he was telling the rest of the team to do. Keep the ball away from McCall, most likely.

     Moments later, the game resumed as well as Coach screaming for the team to pass to McCall. Even he knew what was happening amongst his own players. Daisy kept her eyes glued to Scott watching him place himself in front of an opposing player charging toward the goal. He crouches low gripping his long stick in hand staring down the boy in his path. She could have sworn Scott's eyes glowed his new supernatural gold, as the ball soars from the opposing player's net landing in his own. Daisy eyes widen at the scene watching her best friend sprint across the field dodging competitors and teammates alike. He then rears back his long stick sending the ball sailing toward the goalie and through woven fabric of the net.

     Daisy's breath hitches in the back of her throat, as the crowd around her erupts into loud and boisterous cheers at the one-in-a-million shot. A blend of Coach and Stiles's retorts toward the referee were faintly heard over the roar, while the game continued without a pause. The Fulton girl could only gap at the teenage boy setting up for the penalty shot given by the shocked referee.

     Melissa was clasping her hands together under her chin staring at her son with a mixture of awe and concern. "Come on, come on." She mutters under her breath not being able to shift her gaze from the boy center field.

     Daisy keeps her gaze locked on Scott gripping the end of her thick maroon scarf hanging low on her chest. Her attention was solely on her best friend, as he squares off with the opposing team's goalie. After a long tense moment, the McCall boy pulls back the long white stick in his hands sending the ball sailing through the air swiftly landing in the large net winning the game for Beacon Hills High.

     _______

     Being in the comforts of her own home, was exactly what Daisy needed after the hectic day she had just experienced. From finding the body of a decomposing woman buried next to the Hale family home to watching Scott disappear through the preserve due to the effects of wolfsbane, the Fulton girl wanted nothing more than to fall into a deep slumber until she had to wake for school the next day.

     Her wavy blonde hair fanned out around her resting just below her shoulders. A light blue t-shirt hangs loose over her torso, while a pair of grey pajama shorts cover her thighs. Daisy pads barefoot across the cool hardwood floor with her phone held tightly in one hand and a glass of cold tap water in the other. She was currently making her way toward her bedroom, situated down the short hallway on the left side of the home, when a knock sounded on the front door.

     Daisy jumps startled by the sound, as she whirls toward the dark colored entrance. Hardly anyone ever knocks before entering the Fulton family home. Scott and Stiles would normally text her when they were heading toward her house, or they would just show up uninvited and plow down the front door without a care in the world. Her mother, Lindsay, was still at the hospital finishing up a late shift she took so Melissa could go to her son's lacrosse game.

     So who could be standing on her front steps?

     The teenage girl takes a sip of her water, before setting the clear glass on a nearby table. Her fist clasps around the small phone in her hand, as the shrill chime sounded through the air. Daisy glances down at the lit screen finding a frantic text from Stiles typed in all caps.

     DEREK'S BEEN LET OUT OF JAIL. THE BODY WE FOUND WAS LAURA HALE, HIS SISTER.

     Her mouth parts at the message. She was afraid something like this would happen. She knew that Derek would be let out of jail, whether the man was innocent or not. Finding the woman's body transformed into a wolf was bound to come back to bite them in the ass. Daisy should have known better, or at least expected the outcome to be a lot sooner than anticipated.

     A long breath escapes the girl's lips, as she moves toward the front door. She takes hold of the bronze knob unlocking the dark colored entrance, before pulling open the door. Daisy's eyes widen exponentially at the person standing before her. She quickly tires to slam the door in their face, but they reach out holding the slab of wood open with ease.

     "I just want to talk." Derek exclaims pushing open the front door of the Fulton home.

     Daisy stumbles away from the entrance taking notice of her heart beating erratically against her ribcage. "I –I don't think that's such a good idea." She stammers not taking her eyes off the man in front of her.

     The Hale man exhales heavily through his nose closing his eyes for a moment. "Fine. I'll stand right here." He says closing the door lightly behind him, but remains standing next to the entryway.

     "What do you want?" Daisy questions placing herself further away from the supposed werewolf in her home. "Y'know, if you haven't come to kill me for helping you get thrown in jail."

     Derek rolls his eyes at the comment. "Someone is going to end up getting hurt if Scott does not learn to control himself." He states in his naturally serious tone.

     Daisy quirks an eyebrow, while letting out a light scoff. "Yeah, well, he doesn't like to listen to anyone, if you haven't noticed. And, I tried to get him to stay away from the lacrosse game, but he's stubborn."

     "Try harder." Derek insists. "Because if he ends up killing someone, he will never be able to take it back."

     The Fulton girl frowns relaxing slightly at the man's declaration. "You say that like it's only a matter of time."

     "That's because it is." He twists the bronze doorknob still in his hand opening the front entrance of the home. "Get him to realize that, before it's too late." Derek says, before disappearing from the room leaving a distressed and confused Daisy in his wake.

I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING!!!

I have just had no inspiration for this story, and I don't like updating one of my books just for the sack of an update. My creativity level has just been down for the last few weeks, but it is slowly coming back to me. So, expect more updates soon.

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-Jordan