TEXT: 1x01 Wolf Moon Scott: Stiles, what the hell are you doing?! Stiles: You weren't answering your phone. Why do you have a bat? Scott: I thought you were a predator. Stiles: A pre - I - wha - look, I know it's late, but you gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave 20 minutes ago. Dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even State Police. Scott: For what? Stiles: Two joggers found a body in the woods. Scott: A dead body? Stiles: No, a body of water. Yes, dumb - ass, a dead body. Scott: You mean like murdered? Stiles: Nobody knows yet. Just that it was a girl, probably in her 20s. Scott: Hold on, if they found the body, then what are they looking for? Stiles: That's the best part. They only found half. We're going. Scott: We're seriously doing this? Stiles: You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town. Scott: I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow. Stiles: Right, 'cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort. Scott: No, because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line. Stiles: Hey, that's the spirit. Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one. Scott: Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for? Stiles: Huh! I didn't even think about that. Scott: And, uh, what if whoever killed the body is still out here? Stiles: Also something I didn't think about. Scott: It's - comforting to know you've planned this out with your usual attention to detail. Stiles: I know. Scott: Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh? Stiles: Wait, come on! Scott: Stiles! Wait up! Stiles! Stiles! Cop:
SUMMARY:
Everything in Scott McCall's life is starting to fall into place. He gets a spot on the First Line of his Lacrosse team and a date with the woman of his dreams. When he gets bitten by a werewolf, the people around him could be in danger.