Dark of the moon

Motel California - 4

"I don't want to know." I jumped at Coach's voice, lifting my head from Stiles' shoulders, bumping heads with him. "Ow." We looked down, seeing our hands intertwined. I pulled away, fixing my hair to hide my growing blush while Stiles wiped the drool from his mouth, covering his cheeks in the process. I know that didn't just happen.

"I really don't want to know." I groan and sit up on the chair, stretching. We decided that we didn't want to stay in the motel for even another second, we knew we couldn't just steal the bus because then we'd leave everyone stranded so we slept in the bus. I sat between Scott and Stiles, it wasn't comfortable but it was better then sleeping in the motel even for a second. We were all here, Isaac and Boyd were further back but Allison, Lydia, Stiles, Scott and I sat in the same row of chairs. "But, in case you missed the announcement, the meet's cancelled, so we're heading home." Coach informed us. "Pack it in. Pack it in!"

I scratched my head as Stiles and I moved from the shared seat with Scott. We all shared a seat to make sure we didn't go off but now with the rest of the lacrosse team here there was no need for that. At this point all we wanted was our own seats to finish sleeping.

Everyone startled pulling in and I tensed when Ethan sat next to me in my row. "I don't know what happened last night," He said, looking at me. "but I'm pretty sure you saved my life."

So that's what this is about.

"I'm not saying you're welcome." I sternly object. Saving his life was enough of a you're welcome.

He nodded understandingly. "So, I'm going to give you something. We're pretty sure Derek's still alive." I sat up straighter, my heart soaring at the news. It's true then. "But, he killed one of ours." Ethan reminded me. Right Ennis. "That means one of two things can happen: either he joins our pack--"

"--And kills his own--" I finished. Which I keep saying he will never do. "Or Kali goes after him, and we kill him." My heart sank again. What? "That's the way it works."

Stiles tuned in from behind with Scott. "You know, your little code of ethics there is sort of barbaric, just FYI." Ethan could care less of what Stiles said and went back to Danny and I couldn't help but let out a squeal, throwing my arms around my friends when they moved to sit next to me again."He's alive!" Scott was just as relieved. "That's great." Stiles said. "I hate to admit it but if he had died I would have missed his remarks." I couldn't help but smile, it's the first positive thing about my cousin I've heard him say. I embraced him tight. "Thank you for the help today." He hugged me back, "You're my best friend." I could tell Scott gave a look by the way Stiles slouched. "One of my best friends."

"Coach, can I see your whistle for a second?" Lydia asked out of nowhere. She took his whistle before he could say anything. "I'm gonna need that back."

Lydia turned in her seat to us, covering the whistle with her hand as she blew it. When she pulled away purple dust appeared in her hand. Oh my god. "Wolfsbane." I breathed out.

"So, every time the coach blew the whistle on the bus, Scott, Isaad, Boyd--"

"--And Ethan--" Lydia added. "We all inhaled it." I nod. That explains why my emotions were everywhere. I was on the bus less time than the others. It affected my emotions, but not enough to make me suicidal. Allison looked at me and Scott. "You were all poisoned by it."

"So, that's how the Darach got in their heads." Stiles muttered. "That's how he did it." That explains what I saw.

Stiles took the whistle from Lydia and quickly opened the bus window, Coach caught the scene and knew what he was going to do. "Hey, hey, hey, hey!" Stiles promptly tossed the whistle out of the bus, just as it began moving. "Stilinski!" Good riddance.

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"Where is he?" I demanded as Scott, Stiles, Isaac, Boyd and I burst into the loft. We had finally made it back to Beacon Hills after a long excruciating bus ride. And the first thing the boys and I did was drive to the loft. Mom called halfway home that Derek was alive, he had healed up. My family was huddled by the table eating when we arrived.

I ignored the strong smell of burgers, I was terribly hungry, but while my stomach focused on my hunger my brain and heart were focused on Derek. I paused, looking at Jennifer Blake staring out the wall of windows. I frown and point. "What is she doing here?" Blake turned around, smiling awkwardly. "Um hi." I looked her over, oh my god. Oh my god! Your telling me that while we were worried out of our minds he was- nope! Let's ignore that right now. "Where's Derek?"

"I'm here." came Derek's voice from upstairs. He descended down the stairs, looking better than I expected. I guess I expected him more bruised. I let out a breath of relief at seeing him. He's alive. I didn't want to believe it till I saw him, and now that I have I run to him.

"Derek!" I threw my arms around him. I almost began to cry as he hugged me back. It was real.