[ start of wolf moon part three ]

Eleanor had taken Stiles home, his father got an interesting call from the examiner of the young girl's body. He had called to tell Stilinski that the fiber analysis came back positive with animal hairs that were found on the body, but it wasn't just any animal. It was a wolf.

This came as to no surprise from Eleanor and Jaden, they had already gotten confirmation from Derek that Scott had definitely transitioned into a werewolf. However, Stiles reacted very differently to the twins and started to catch on to what had really happened to his best friend, no matter how preposterous the idea may have been.

And so, Eleanor and Stiles were currently sat in the young boy's room, researching all kind of things that could potentially be the cause of Scott's newfound abilities. Eleanor had been told by both Jaden and Stiles that lacrosse try outs were amazing, almost too amazing, and that Scott had made some impossible moves on his behalf that encouraged Coach Finstock to offer him a position on first line.

Of course, she was thrilled for the boy, they all were, but they knew something was wrong. Jaden had even called her to say that Jackson Whittmore had become very suspicious of their friend and had even cornered him in the boys locker room, asking him where had gotten 'his juice'. Jaden had entered the room to stop whatever was going on, but that didn't stop the team captain from being weary of the boy.

"Look Nora, tell me this doesn't sound exactly like Scott." Stiles commented, pulling her over to him as she peered down at the computer screen. Sighing, Eleanor sat down on Stiles' lap, forgetting about her obvious crush on the boy as she began printing all of the different papers that he had on his laptop.

At any other time, she would be over the moon about her position, but right now she was overly worried about her best friend and the only way to help him, was by exposing what she had been keeping from them for the last eight or so years.

"Stiles, i'm about to tell you something insane, and I want you to try your best to believe me." Eleanor said, standing up and turning to face him as he widened his eyes, confused as to what was about to happen.

However, before she could reveal herself to him, there was a knock on Stiles' bedroom door, drawing the attention away from Eleanor and to Scott who had entered, Stiles ushering him in and sitting him down on the bed as Eleanor shuffled through the variety of different papers on his desk.

"How much Adderall have you had today?" Scott questioned and Eleanor scoffed, hitting him on the arm.

"You don't ask someone that Scott!" She hissed, glaring at him as he shrugged, rolling his eyes.

Stiles decided to ignore Eleanor's protest completely. "A lot, but it doesn't matter. Okay, just listen?"

"Is this about the body? Have they figured out who did it?"

Stiles groaned in frustration, sitting down next to Eleanor whom passed him a few pieces of research they had done. "No, they're still questioning people, even Derek Hale."

At the mention of her older sibling, Eleanor sat up straight, turning to look at Stiles in confusion. "Wait what? They're questioning my brother?"

Stiles nodded in confirmation. "Not the time, alright? Scott! What we talked about in the woods? Lycanthropy? Yeah, not a joke anymore! The wolf. The bite in the woods. So I started doing some reading."

"Do you even know why a wolf howls?" Stiles asked, looking up from where he was reading on the piece of paper.

Scott groaned. "Should I?"

Elle glared at him, coming to Stiles' defense. "It's a signal, okay? A wolf howls to signal it's location to the rest of the pack."

"A whole pack of wolves?"

Stiles' sucked in a harsh breath, knowing that Scott wouldn't believe what he was about to say. Nonetheless, he braved the feeling and told him. "No, werewolves."

At this, Scott began getting angry. He had taken time out to come over to Stiles' house and listen to nonsense when he could be getting ready for his date with Allison. He had a fantastic day and he was frustrated that both Stiles and Eleanor were trying to ruin it for him.

"Are you kidding me? Are you seriously wasting my time with this? You know I'm picking up AIIison in an hour."

"For goodness sake Scott! We're not wasting your time. We're trying to help you and you're pushing us to the side for some girl you met twenty four hours ago." Eleanor snapped, crossing her arms over her chest as Scott rolled his eyes at her.

"You believe this bullshit too?"

"Will you just listen to us? I saw you on the field today Scott. You made moves that were impossible for anybody else to make, the way you moved, your speed, your reflexes. People can't just suddenly do that overnight. And there's the vision and the senses." Stiles listed off as Eleanor leaned forward, narrowing her eyes at her friend.

"And don't even think that we haven't noticed you don't need your inhaler anymore."

"Okay! Dude, I can't think about this now. We'll talk tomorrow." Scott insisted, standing up from here he was sat on the bed as Stiles stood up at the same time.

"What? Tomorrow? No, tonight the full moon! It's when you're blood lust is at it's peak." The buzzcut boy rushed, shifting through papers on his desk as he pleaded for Scott to stay and talk about the situation.

"Blood lust?"

"It's when your urge to kill is at it's peak." Eleanor informed him quietly, worried about the boy stood in front of her.

Scott growled lowly, his eyes shooting daggers at Eleanor as he spoke stiffly. "I'm already fighting the urge to kill, El."

"Hey, don't threaten her!" Stiles raised his voice, pushing Scott away from the girl as he sighed. "Now listen to this."

"The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse." The Adderall enthused boy recited from the paper he held firmly in his grip. "Alright? I haven't seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does. " Eleanor nodded, agreeing with him.

"I got a date with a girl who I can't believe wants to go out with me, and everything in my Iife is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it?"

"We're trying to help. You have to cancel that date." Eleanor insisted, pushing Stiles forward as he grabbed Scott's bag, rummaging through the summary of items until he found the beta's phone. "I'm cancelling that date."

"No! Give it to me!" Scott roared, pushing Stiles toward an empty place on the wall, swinging his arm and ripping through Stiles' office chair, letting it fall to the floor as he held his best friend by the collar.

Eleanor stood in shock for a split second, observing what had just happened before shrieking, pushing the panting boy away from Stiles, standing in front of the traumatised boy to separate the two. Scott looked up, from Eleanor to Stiles before his honey eyes filled with guilt and regret.

"I'm sorry." He slipped out, backing away from the two as Eleanor glared in response.

"Just go, Scott." And with that, he exited through the door and out of the Stilinski residents, leaving Eleanor and Stiles in the mess that was Stiles' room.

As soon as Scott had left the room, Eleanor breathed out a sigh of relief, turning towards Stiles before pulling him into a bone crushing hug, completely elated that he wasn't hurt by Scott. However, as she pulled away from the amber eyed boy, she knew that their best friend has disrupted some emotional damage that Stiles wouldn't be able to settle for the rest of the day.

She sighed, giving him a small peck on the cheek in appreciation for him defending her, moving to pick up the chair that had previously fallen over. She sucked in a deep breath as she saw the claw marks Scott had made on the rear of the seat and showed Stiles, whom widened his eyes at the sight before him.

If Stiles had any sliver of doubt in his mind, he sure as hell didn't now.

"Okay, look, Stiles. Before Scott came into the room, I was going to show you something. Now that's just happened, I think you definitely need to know." He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion but nodded, watching as she sighed, standing in front of him.

"Please don't freak out." But before he could even reply, she had channelled her inner wolf.

Her teeth became longer, along with her fingernails and hair sprouted from her ears, leaving her eyes to glow purple as Stiles widened his eyes, screaming hysterically at the sight in front of him. Eleanor sighed, transforming back into her normal look as she covered Stiles mouth with her hand, waiting for him to stop wailing like a little girl.

Once he obliged, she lifted her hand from his mouth and winced, knowing that Stiles had full knowledge of her being a werewolf now. His eyes widened a considerable amount and his mouth gaped open, at a loss for words.

"Was, was that for real?" Eleanor nodded, looking down at the ground sheepishly as he sighed, sitting down next to where she had positioned herself on the bed.

"However unsettling that just was, I suppose that we both know what's going to happen to Scott tonight? So, will you be at the party?"

She scoffed. "Are you serious? Lydia would murder me if I didn't show up, it was all that she spoke about today. If I don't show up, i'm sure she'll put my head on a stick. You're coming too, right?"

"I'm going to have to if we're keeping an eye on what Scott does tonight." Eleanor nodded, agreeing with him as she stood up, walking towards his wardrobe.

She searched through the majority of his clothing before whining in dismay, throwing her hands up in the air before turning to face Stiles. "You're style is completely ridiculous! Just do me favour? Wear plaid, it suits you."

Before Stiles could answer her, Eleanor said a quick goodbye and left the house, heading straight for her own abode. She knew that she would have to turn up to the party early to help Lydia set up, so she would really have to rush herself to get ready if she wanted to be helpful to the strawberry blonde.

As soon as she got home, she greeted both Derek and Jaden with a wave, chucking her belongings on the couch in front of her before running up the stairs and into her room, stripping of her clothes immediately. She jumped in the shower and changed into a simple white lace dress that stopped mid thigh, pairing it with a white boot heel and a few neck and finger pieces.

She wiped her face clean before applying a dark eyed make up look adorned with a red liquid lip. After her make up, she checked the time and smiled in satisfaction, picking up her purse, phone and keys. She checked her reflection in the mirror one last time before making her way down the stairs and into the living room where Derek and Jaden were waiting.

Derek's expression lightened at Elle's appearance and he stood up, glancing at the outfit she had chosen, nodding in approval. "That Stilinski kid is so fucking stupid."

She gasped in surprise at his words as Jaden howled with laughter at the sight of her face turning a deep shade of red, embarrassing her even further. Eleanor groaned at his sentence as he let out a light laugh, pulling his youngest sibling in to his side for a quick hug as she buried her red face in his chest.

"How the hell did you know?" As soon Eleanor let the question slip from her plump red lips, both boys froze, nervously glancing around the house as she gasped, pulling away from Derek completely.

She narrowed her eyes intently at her twin brother. "Oh my god! You told him, didn't you?"

Jaden nodded sheepishly as Eleanor whined, crossing her arms in defeat as she slumped against the door frame, pouting. Derek shrugged, looking back at his brother before turning to Eleanor. "El, who the hell am going to tell?"

She shrugged childishly, mumbling. "I don't know."

"Besides, you should hear your heartbeat when he breathes in the same direction. It's insane." The blush on her cheeks only made it more obvious, giving her two brothers another reason to laugh.

"Yeah, you really need to tell him El, it drives you mental."

Eleanor scoffed. "You know what else drove me mental? My last boyfriend, and I don't want a repeat of A-"

"But you know Stiles, you know that he's a good guy."

"And I thought that last time, and I'm sure you can remember where that led me. Besides, he's in love with someone else."

"But Lydia-"

"-Lydia really needs me at her birthday party, so if you will excuse me from this very uncomfortable talk with my two overprotective brothers, I must go."

Without so much as a pause, Eleanor turned on her heel, walking out of the front door and toward her car. It was a ten minute drive to Lydia's house which resulted in Eleanor arriving half ten minutes before the party began.

She pulled down on the hem of her dress, smoothing it out before locking her car, tucking her hair behind her ear before knocking on the front door, awaiting for somebody to open it. After two minutes of admiring the flowers surrounding Lydia's garden, Eleanor was greeted by the girl herself, smiling widely at her new found friend as Lydia ushered her inside.

"You look gorgeous Ella! Absolutely adore the dress." She complimented as Eleanor blushed.

"Thank you! As do you, you're hair looks amazing!"

Both girls admired each others outfits before heading to the kitchen. An abundance of fairy lights hung from the cabinets to give the room extra decoration, and Mrs. Martin stood in the center of the room, glancing round vividly before turning to face the two teenage girls.

"I've got everything I need, the decoration looks absolutely great Lydia! I'll be on my way then, best behaviour and make sure nothing breaks!" She smiles at her daughter, walking towards the strawberry blonde and brunette.

"Ah, and you must be Eleanor." Mrs. Martin supplies Lydia's cheek with a kiss, before evaluating the two stood together. "You two look absolutely stunning. Have fun!"

And with that, she picked up the purse laying idly on the kitchen counter, and exited the house, leaving Lydia and Eleanor on their own in the large house.

Eleanor looked around subtly, smiled at the sight of a few pictures of Lydia as a toddler, and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "So, when does the party start?"

Before Lydia had the chance to reply, the doorbell sounded throughout the house, causing a devious grin to set upon Lydia's lips. "Now."

The strawberry blonde rushed to the door, glowing with excitement, ushering the groups of people into the house, offering them punch and snacks at the table in the backyard.

Eleanor tended to keep to herself in these situations, however Lydia was quick to introduce her new best friend to some of the most outgoing and popular individuals from Beacon Hill High, who might have been the first group of people she had spoken to, apart from Scott, Stiles, Allison and Lydia, since she had moved to the school.

As they engrossed themselves into a good conversation about many of their interests and gossip from school, more familiar faces filled Lydia's house and garden, and Eleanor began to have her first drink of the night. Perhaps not a wise decision, but an enjoyable decision nonetheless.

Eleanor knew how to get drunk, she had helped herself to the many types of alcohol on more than one occasion. In fact, when Eleanor and Jaden went on a camping trip with their friends, a few days into July for Independence Day, she had managed to consume enough alcohol to be drunk the morning afterward. The hangover was not appealing in the slightest.

However, Eleanor was and continues to be the only werewolf of her family that is able to get drunk. Being a werewolf, you simply cannot get drunk due to the healing process, however being an Empath has it's perks. All Eleanor has to do is connect to somebody for her to get drunk, it's that simple and that's exactly what she did.

As the group of people Eleanor was talking to became bigger, the variety of drinks she had been handed began to increase, and anyone who had experience in drinking will know, mixing your drinks is never a good thing. In fact, quite the opposite. However, Eleanor had surpassed the point of responsibility, and sipped drink after drink, her words began to slur and her mind became an abundance of jumbled thoughts that made no sense to her or any of her peers.

"Jesus Christ, the new girl knows how to party!" Someone cheered from the group of populars surrounding the gorgeous blue eyed girl, patting her on the back as she laughed, finishing one of the substances within her seventh red cup.

Everyone was awaiting her next movement, as she hiccuped, wiping some of the stray liquid on her chin with the back of her hand, grinning. "Hand me another drink, I'm in the mood for a dance!"

The crowd cheered, and a senior ran toward the speakers, turning the volume up higher like Eleanor had requested, as Lydia laughed, handing her another drink as both girls made their way into the middle of the dance floor, rocking their bodies to the beat of the music playing.

A couple of seniors wolf whistled as Lydia and Eleanor danced, but they payed no attention, instead enjoying the music and the cool night air.

"Nora?" At the mention of her own familiar nickname, Eleanor swung around clumsily, grinning giddily at a worry stricken Stiles.

Meeting Stiles halfway, she held out her pinky finger, "I promise I'm not drunk," before accidentally spilling some of the contents of her cup onto his plaid shirt, handing the cup of alcohol to a junior she didn't know, almost falling on top of Stiles due to the amount of alcohol she had already consumed. Her head rested heavily on his shoulder and her hands clung desperately to his waist, breathing in his cologne as she rocked the pair side to side, trying to get him to dance.

She grinned lopsidedly. "You wore plaid."

Stiles chuckled. "And now I'm going to have to take it off, it stinks of beer."

Pulling back from Elle slightly, he shrugged it off, tucking a piece of stray hair behind her pierced ears. "You're completely out of it, Eleanor. Scott left, we were right."

"Oh my god," She widened her eyes, coming to a complete halt as she realised the danger of the situation.

"I have some water in my jeep, I'll explain it to you on the way home." Eleanor agreed, giving a disorientated wave to her new friends, before gripping on to Stiles' hand as he manoeuvred through people and helped her inside the jeep.

As soon as Eleanor and Stiles' seat belts were on, the buzzcut boy handed her a bottle of water, watching her intently as she gulped the lot and disconnected herself from the person she had used to get drunk. It immediately sobered her up.

"What about -"