Blue Moon.

Her | Him | Thief

"Blue Moon
You saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
Blue Moon
You knew just what I was there for
You heard me saying a prayer for
Someone I really could care for…"

~Frank Sinatra

They told me not to go, that it wasn't safe, as if I didn't know that. Nothing was safe in Beacon Hills anymore. No lives were sacred, including mine.

"Isaac they're going to change her."

Isaac's fist clenched at his sides at Stiles' words.

Stiles hung his head low and took a deep breath preparing himself to break the news to the shaken boy in front of him.

"It's called a blue moon, when they bite her on the blue moon she won't change into a werewolf… she'll change into a wolf."

"For how long?" He inquired in a growl feeling the hot tears roll down his cheek.

"I… I don't know… It's not certain, but it could be… forever."