Chapter 11;

Scott however gave him a shove. "Stiles," he scolded.

"What? You're the one who said he heard a wolf howling, right?"

"I'm serious Stiles."

"I am being serious. We're werewolves. We're cursed. Hey, I think we should get to shop class and start melting all the silver because Friday's the full moon."

Scott suddenly stopped. "This is it. I could swear this was it. I saw the body. The deer were running. I dropped my inhaler here, I'm sure of it." He started to dig through the leaves on the ground but there was no sign of it.

Stiles grasped his hips as he gave the place a once over. "Maybe the killer moved the body?"

"If he did I hope he left my inhaler. That thing costs 80 bucks."

"Or maybe that big bear or wolf or whatever. Maybe it ate it."

"My inhaler too?" Scott asked still looking around. "What about your phone? Did you drop it here or after that thing threw you off?"

Stiles huffed. "I can't remember, but my dad is not gonna be-" he said as he started to turn but stopped when he caught sight of someone and tapped Scott's shoulder to warn him.

It was an older looking guy with a leather jacket. He started to walk over to them. "What are you doing here?" he asked them. "This is private property."

Stiles kept his cool while Scott was silently freaking out a bit. "Sorry man, we didn't know."

"Yeah," Scott said nodding. "We were just looking for something. But…forget it," he said when he saw the sour look on the guy's face.

The guy then reached into his pockets and then threw something at both of them. They reached out and caught them. Scott had his inhaler back and Stiles had back his phone. Stiles checked and saw that the battery was dead but quickly shoved that to the side as he couldn't help but narrow his eyes. He couldn't remember the last time he caught something like that before without so much as a fumble. Scott too now that he thought about it. Stiles gave the mystery guy another once over before something clicked.

The guy started to walk off. Scott put his inhaler away. "Alright, I have get to work."

"Dude," Stiles said stopping him. "That was Derek Hale. Remember? He was only a few years older than us. His whole family died in a fire like ten years ago." Stiles remembered that. His father something talked about that case. It was ruled as arson but his father often talked like it was still unsolved.

"Wonder what he's doing back," Scott mumbled.