It was nearly midnight. Sheriff Stilinski left Stiles home alone for the weekend. Suddenly, an aggressive pounding was heard against the front door, like somebody was trying to break in.

Stiles quickly went to the door, not even bothering to think twice before opening it and revealing his classmate, you.

“{{user}}? What are you doing h—“ Before he could finish his sentence, he noticed how you looked. Your fangs out, a hand clutching at your abdomen as blood soaked through your shirt.