THE KEEPERS - Teen Wolf FanFic- (temporary hiatus)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓

The Keeper decided to step in. With an icy, penetrating gaze that bore into the taller boy's soul, Alistair's lips curled with a palpable sense of disgust. Without hesitation, he draped his arm protectively enveloping Liam's shoulder.

The shit-eating grin that once adorned the unknown boy's face began to wither as Alistair held his ground, his unwavering eye contact a silent challenge.

In a voice filled with steely determination, Alistair addressed Liam, "Come on, Liam. It's not worth it to waste your time with impolite bigots." Without wasting a single second, Alistair led Liam away from the tense encounter, his ears catching the muffled voices of Scott and Stiles as they endeavored to divert attention from Liam by ridiculing themselves in the background.

Not even five minutes later, Alistair found himself with Liam pinned against a wall in the showers, torrents of water cascading over both of them.

Liam's transformation was already in full swing, his eyes a blazing shade of bright yellow, his fangs exposed. He emitted menacing growls and struggled ferociously to break free, but Alistair's years of experience allowed him to hold his ground against a fledgling werewolf.

In short order, Scott and Stiles burst into the scene, with Scott lending his strength to subdue Liam against the slick wall. After a few agonizing moments, Liam gradually regained his composure, returning from the brink of his animalistic instincts. With a collective sigh of relief, they turned off the shower, allowing Liam to settle on the shower floor, still dripping wet.

Scott delved into the matter at hand. "The car you destroyed; you mentioned it belonged to a teacher."

Liam was quick to offer his defense. "He was also my coach. He benched me for the entire season."

Alistair, unyielding in his pursuit of the truth, pressed further. "And what did you do to deserve that?"

Avoiding direct eye contact, Liam struggled to explain himself. "I may have received a few red cards."

Kneeling to Liam's level, Alistair spoke with a mixture of concern and determination. "Liam, we need you to be honest with us. What really happened?"

With a note of desperation in his voice, Liam initially whispered, "Nothing." But after a brief moment, as Alistair stared into his eyes, he could sense the vulnerability in the young werewolf. Liam eventually spoke, his voice trembling with the weight of his confession, "They expelled me from school and sent me to a psychologist for an evaluation."

Scott inquired, "What was the diagnosis?"

Liam replied in a meek voice, "Intermittent Explosive Disorder."

Stiles, ever the sarcastic wit, couldn't resist a comment, quipping, "IED? You're literally an IED? Fantastic, Scott. You've given superpowers to a walking time bomb." A sharp glare from Alistair, however, silenced him immediately.

Liam went on to explain that he had been prescribed Risperdal, an antipsychotic medication, but of course, he hadn't been taking it. Apparently, it made him too drowsy to play lacrosse.

Scott, showing concern, suggested, "I think you should talk to the coach and sit out the game."

Liam, however, refused. He stood up defiantly, saying, "No, I can do it. Especially with you," as he looked at Scott.

Alistair sighed, emphasizing the seriousness of the situation. "Liam, this isn't just about the game. The person who killed Demarco at the party is likely part of the lacrosse team."

Perplexed, Liam asked, "Who's Demarco?"

Stiles interjected with a grim response, "He's the one who brought the beer to the party. The guy who got beheaded."