Its lacrosse try outs and I was kinda pumped about it. This year I want to better, you know. I really hope Scott is still the team captain and also hoping nobody stealing his thunder. Scott, Stiles and I walked out of the locker room and into the field. We were talking about Scott being Team captain.

"Of course you're still the team captain. You got your grades up just like Coach told you to, right?" I said to Scott as we made our way next to the bleachers.

"Yeah, but he never told me I was back on the team. He just told me to show up at tryouts today."

"We got bigger things to deal with anyway. Did you tell Argent yet?" Stiles telling Scott, he was talking about Kate being alive.

"Ah. I texted him but he didn't get back to me."

"You told him his sister Kate came back from the dead over a text?"

"I didn't have the money to call France."

"Yeah, you think you got money problems? Try paying for an MRI and a visit to Eichen House." Stile sighed. I felt bad for him, he doesn't deserve this.

"Another notice?" I asked.

"Yeah, this one said, "Final." Now, what the hell are we even doing here anyway? We got like a 117 million problems and worrying about our status on the lacrosse team is not one of them."

"It is now." we looked at the lacrosse players and one player stood out. He was making every shot, making our jaws drop.

"Who the hell is that?" Stiles yelled out.

"Okay, maybe we should just practice a little bit." I said and everyone nodded. Later on, i got dressed and got to my next class, math. As I was walking in, Malia was turning back. I grabbed her shoulders and into the class again.

"I hate math. It's pointless." Malia told me and we sat on our desk.

"It's school. School is important, and math is essential." I told her.

"To what?"

"Knowing how much to tip at restaurants." Stiles said as he came in the conversation. Lydia rolled her eyes and looked at Stiles and then at Malia.

"And other less important things like medicine, economics, engineering..." Lydia pointed out.

"Tipping." Stiles whispers as he sat down. I shook my head.

"All right, volunteers to the board. Lydia, Diego, Malia" Ms. Flemming told the three students. Malia was scared.

"Um... I didn't volunteer." She said to our teacher.

"You did now. To the board." Malia turned back at me and i smiled at her. She growled just as she stood up and went to the board.

"thats progress." I said to myself, talking down the notes. When class ended, Stiles and I went after Kira and Scott. Stiles was telling them about this axe murder that killed a whole family.

"An axe murderer?" Kira questioned as we walked to Scotts locker.

"A family murdering axe murderer." Why would someone want a family killed?

"We already heard about it." I said to Stiles.

"Wait. What? You did? How?"

"I was examining the bodies last night." I told him.

"My mom called me. She knew we'd see it on the news." Scott also told him.

"Perfect. Let's go." Stiles said as he was leaving the school, he turns back to see us three standing there.

"Whoa, whoa. We've got Econ in five minutes." Scott reminded Stiles.

"All right. Did you forget the part about the family murdering axe murderer?"

"Did you forget that your dad's the sheriff? They want us to stay out of it." I reminded him.

"Are you guys kidding me? There's a family murdering axe murderer and we're not going to do anything about it?"

"Maybe we should just let the adults handle it." Kira mentioned. Scott and I nodded.

"So three of you, you just want to stay here, school, go to class. Never heard anything so irresponsible in my life." I laughed and we went to our next class that was Econ. After a long day, it was the official try outs for lacrosse.

"TAKE A LAP!" Coach yelled and blew his whistle. I went fast and I was the first one finished.

"Terrible. Horrifying. Pathetic. Unbelievably pathetic. Is that everyone? Yep, that's everyone." Coach said as Stiles was breathing so loud and walked away. The three of us walked to him and helped him up.

"I got you." Scott told him.

"Who came in first?" Stiles asked.

"Me." I referred to myself.

"Second?" I turned back to the same player that didn't miss any shots. "He isn't human. What is he? Like a Were-Cheetah? Does it even exist? Is that a thing?" Stiles puffed out.

"I think he's just good." Scott guessed.

"I'm gonna puke, take me somewhere." Stiles huffed out. My eyes widen.

"Okay. Okay." We took somewhere else as he started to puke. We went back to the rest of the team and got our sticks.

"You know, Stiles, maybe he's only good in goal. You know, just totally useless on the rest of the field."Me saying, probably saying that will give him hope. The boy went up and shot the goal. The four of us stood there stunned.

"Maybe he's just perfect at everything. I hate this kid!" Stiles was jealous. I shook my head and laughed.

"You don't have to hate him. The team needs new players." Scott telling Stiles. That was true, the team sucks and we need new players.

"What about a new team captain" stiles told scott. Scotts jaw clenched and he looked at the boy. We got in line and I the first one to go. I bent down to get the ball and i heard a whistle.

"Nice ass, McCall." Garrett said smiling as I turned back. God i hate him.

"Hey, Garrett... Shut up!" Stiles defended me. I smiled and i turned to the goal. I focus on it and threw my shot. It went in. I felt happy about it. I went in the back of the line and It was Scotts turn. He threw it and it messed. Oh no.

"Nice shot Scott" Once again, Garrett spoke and we rolled our eyes at him.

"Again Garrett! Shut up!" Stiles told up for Scott. So many tries, Scott couldn't get the ball into the goal. He was pissed. The went again and scored. I huffed.

"Yes! Hot damn! Yeah! Hustle!" Coach cheered. "Girl McCall go to goalie! Boy McCall and Stilinski, grab the long sticks. You're covering goal for two-on-ones. Let's go! Line it up!" I went to put on the goal suit and i was on the goal. Players went one by one, Scott was back. I just stood there waiting. I knew nobody would take the chance scoring. It was the boy turn again. He went running, he dodged Scott and I was too late and he scored. Malia yelled out for a redo and there was a redo. I heard Scotts growls and i stood there. Liam, the boy, ran and Scott flipped him over, i head a crack. We all ran to Liam. "Don't move! Don't touch him!" Coach screamed as he made his way to Liam.

"I'm okay, Coach. I'm all right." He tried to get up but he grunted. "Ahhh! I think it's my leg.

"I think we better get him to the nurse." Stiles said and Scott and Him went to the nurses offices. At the end, I went to work. I was my mom pushing Liam away. Scott really did break his leg then. I did my rounds and i met up the with Scott. He was on the phone with Lydia.

"Hey, Lydia. Okay, slow down..." There was a long pause. "So am I. I'm at the hospital too." He turned to me. "Where is Sean Walott?"

"Upstairs."

"We need to go now." I ran in front of him.

"Wait! Hold the doors!" Scott yelled out. The doors closed.

"The stairs." We ran and once we went upstairs, we saw my mom and Sean, Sean trying to hurt my mom.

"No! Leave me alone!" She screamed out. Scott went to fight Sean and i Ran after my mom. "No! I'm okay. I'm all right." She told me.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Go get that son of a bitch." I growled as i turned into hybrid mode. I went after Sean. I followed Scott upstairs and we found Sean with Liam, holding me over the edge of the roof.

"Get back!" Sean yelled out.

"Don't. You don't need to do this. Whatever it is. Whatever you are, we can help you." I said to Sean, Scott and I walked closer to him.

"No, you can't."

"Let us help you."

"Wendigos don't need help. We need food!" We too close and Sean pushed Liam over the edge, Scot was there to catch him. Sean was on top of Scott trying to get Liam. I was trying to get Sean off of scott.

"Oh, God! No! No! I can't hold on!" Liam screamed. I couldn't get him off of Scott, so I bit Sean and pushed him in front of me. I heard a screamed from Liam. Once i was gonna claw Sean, blood spat everywhere. I closed my eyes and wiped away the blood. I saw this man with no mouth. He puts his finger over where his mouth would be and walked away, leaving me shocked. Who the hell is this guy?