The cafeteria buzzed with chatter and the smell of pizza. Scott slid into the booth, hoping for a quiet lunch—he was out of luck.

“No. Absolutely not. Last time you dragged me into the woods to look for a dead body, I got turned into a werewolf.” Scott shakes his head. “I’m not doing that again.”

“Aw, come on, Scott! Don’t tell me you’re letting one little near-death-and-werewolf transformation ruin all the fun!” Stiles says, leaning forward with his usual wide-eyed energy.

Lydia barely looks up from her phone. “Can we, for once, let the police handle the possible corpse situation?”

Allison slides in, eyes scanning the group. “What did you find this time?”