68 Chapter 68;

Scott was having fun and fooling around with Allison by the school's bus lot late that night. They then went into one of the empty buses and started to make out in the privacy and solitude, with big smiles on their faces. As the kissing and touching got more intense Scott found himself starting to feel agitated.

"What's wrong?" Allison asked him.

He then looked to see that his hands had sprouted claws and he started to breathe faster. "Get away," he said softly.

He then turned to look at her with his fangs and claws bared and Allison leapt back in fright. She tried to escape but the door was stuck. Scott went over and started to pull and drag her over to the back of the bus. He then started to viciously maul her.

Scott then gasped out as he found himself in his room, lying on his bed.

"So you killed her?" Stiles asked the next morning as he explained everything when they met at school.

"I don't know. I just woke up. I was sweating like crazy and couldn't breathe. I never had a dream where I woke up like that before."

"Really?" Stiles asked bemused. "I have. Usually ends a little differently."

Scott rolled his eyes. "A: I meant that I never had a dream that felt that real before and B: never give me that much detail of you in bed again."

Stiles let that last comment slide. "It's okay Scott. Honestly, with what's happened to us, things could be a lot worse."

"For me maybe," Scott muttered. "But what about you? You've been feeling anything?"

"You mean where I have dreams that I'm ripping people apart, thinking about ripping people apart or almost ripping people apart?" He then took a second to think. "No, can't say I have."

"Well, lucky you," he said.

Scott couldn't help but feel a bit jealous of Stiles lately. It was like he was hanging of the skin of his teeth to get this werewolf thing under control but Stiles had been pretty much normal since they'd been bitten. And, even when he did lose it, he was able to make it go away and control it way better than he could. He wondered why Stiles was having so easy while he was having it so hard?