Charlie McCall (Season 1)

"Pack Mentality"

All credits of the story go to Jeff Davis and the production team for Teen Wolf. I do not own the series, or any of the characters. The only characters I own are Charlie, and the ones that don't appear in the television series. 

Warnings: Mentions of Violence, profanities, sex, alcohol, drugs, etc. For mature audiences only.

"So, you killed her?" Stiles asked, pushing open the school doors as we headed to our first period class.

"I don't know," Scott shrugged. "I just woke up." 

"If you woke up from it, then it was probably a dream," I suggested. I walked between the two of them as Scott filled us in on his memories of last night. 

"But I was sweating like crazy, and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before," Scott finished. 

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

"Oh my God..." I mumbled, rolling my eyes at his behavior.

"A, I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real," Scott said. "And B, never give me that much detail about you in bed again." 

"Noted." After a pause, Stiles said, "Let me take a guess here, though." 

I exhaled loudly. "Here we go..."

"No. You think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow. Like I'm going to lose control and rip her throat out." 

"No, of course not!" Stiles started. Both Scott and I looked at him dubiously. "Yeah, that's totally it."

I snorted out a laugh, turning to Scott in amusement. Unfortunately, he wasn't amused. In fact, he looked rather worried for his date. "Come on, Scotty. I'm sure the dream was just your brain playing tricks on you."

He gave me a hopeful look, and Stiles added, "Hey, come on. It's going to be fine, Alright? Personally, I think you're handling this pretty freaking amazingly. You know? It's not like there's a lycanthropy for beginners class you can take."

"Yeah, not a class, but maybe a teacher."

Stiles seemed flabbergasted by this, yelling, "Who, Derek?" He reached his hand behind me and smacked the back of Scott's head. I ducked to make sure I wouldn't get hit in the process. "You forget the part where we got him tossed in jail?"

Scott rubbed the painful spot on his head. "Yeah, I know." 

"I thought you hated Derek. Now you want his help?" I asked. 

"Just...chasing her. Grabbing her. Taking her to the back of the bus. It felt so real."

"How real?" Stiles questioned.

Scott looked up as we were about to exit the doors that lead to the other side of the school. "Like it actually happened." 

Scott and Stiles pushed both doors open, with me trailing a little behind them. Suddenly, they stopped in their tracks. When I finally peered up at the scene in front of us, I dropped my mouth open in shock.

A school bus was parked right near the exit, however cops were swarming the area like flies surrounding a dead animal. The back door of the bus hung wide open, practically ripped off of its hinges. That wasn't the worst part, though. The worst part was the blood. It was smeared literally everywhere.

Stiles broke the silence. "I think it did."

The look on Scott's face was nothing short of horrified. Before I give my two cents, Scott turned around and bolted back into the doors like a madman. Stiles and I shared a worried glance, and then sprinted right after him, making sure he wasn't going to do anything dangerous.