I turn my phone on silent and put it in my bag as Scott comes walking in to English class. He stops immediately when he spots Stiles whose body tenses upon seeing my brother.
Letting out a sigh Stiles turns his head to his left and sees my encouraging smile, to which he barely shakes his head and looks down at his desk still pissed at Scott for yesterday, I get it
Scott sits behind him and at my pointed look paired with a slight nod towards Stiles– Scott nods and leans forward "Still not talking to me?"
Silence.
"Okay, can you at least tell me if your dad's okay? It's just a bruise, right? Some soft tissue damage? Nothin' that big–" he still got hit by a fucking car my dude
Stiles lifts his head, bringing his gaze from his desk and doesn't look anywhere but the front of the room. I can see him angrily jabbing his tongue into his cheek, fighting his urge to say something.
I scrunch my nose up at the awkward situation and flick my eyes back to Scott who tries again "You know I feel really bad about it, right?"
Silence.
"Okay. What if I told you that I'm trying to figure this whole thing out, and– that I went to Derek for help?"
With that statement Stiles huffs out an unbelievable sigh looking at me and my raised brows quickly before looking back down at his desk "If I was talking to you, I'd say that you're an idiot for trusting him. But obviously I'm not talking to you." He finishes his jab with a click of his tongue as the bell rings and I spare a look at a defeated Scott who sits back in his chair.
Out of my periph I see Stiles lean forward and his body gives a little twitch, making me smile to myself it has to be killing him not to ask
He lets out a breath and looks at my smirk, before rolling his eyes and turning around to Scott "What did he say?"
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Scott opens the door as Stiles and then myself follow him out of the class, falling in the middle of the boys as we walk down the hall
"Wh– wait he wants you to tap into your animal side and get angry?" Stiles asks in disbelief, earning Scott to nod while he adjusts the strap of his backpack onto his shoulder more "Yeah."
Stiles scoffs and elaborates his words with a wave of his hand in between him and I "All right, well, correct me if I'm wrong, but every time you do that, you try to kill someone, and that someone is usually one of us."
Scott follows the movement of Stiles' hand and nods "I know. That's what he means when he says he doesn't know if he can teach me. I have to be able to control it."
I make a noise and look up at Scott "Well, how's he gonna teach you to do that?
"I don't know. I don't think he does either." Scott concedes and Stiles throws his head back "Okay– when are you seeing him again?"
"He told me not to talk about it. Just act normal and get through the day."
Stiles stops and hits Scott on the chest "When?" I stop along with them sidestepping closer to let a group behind us go by as Scott answers "He's picking me up at the animal clinic after work."
Stiles nods, chewing on the side of his lip "After work. All right, well, that gives me to the end of the school day then."
"To do what?" We squint our eyes and question at the same time back to him.
Used to our twin synchronicity, he just looks between us eye twitch and all that has me moving my lips between my teeth to hide my smile.
Stiles shakes his head and settles his gaze on Scott, enlightening us to his plan before walking off away from us "To teach you myself."
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Sitting with Allison and Lydia, I'm finishing up my lunch when Lydia interrupts Ally from her reading "The what of who?"
"The beast of Gevaudan. Listen– 'A quadruped wolf like monster, prowling the Auvergne and south Dordogne areas of France during the year 1764 to 1767. La Bete killed over a hundred people, becoming so infamous that the King Louie the 15th sent one of his best hunters to try and kill it'–"
Lydia connects her eyes with mine, widening hers and lifting her shoulder "Boring."
I roll my eyes playfully as Ally continues on "–Even the church eventually declared the monster a messenger of Satan–"
Lydia hmms like she's interested, ultimately switching gears and adding "Still boring," before popping a blueberry in her mouth.
I chuckle and shake my head, looking at Allison for her to continue "–Cryptozoologists believe it may have been a subspecies of hoofed predator, possibly a mesonychid–" well my interest is peaked
Lydia drops her head back dramatically "Slipping into a coma, bored." sweet christ Lyds
Unfazed, Ally continues "–While others believe it was a powerful sorcerer who could shape-shift into a man eating monster." she ends with a whisper as she connects her eyes with us.
I interrupt Lydia from adding her two cents with a raise of my hand while I connect my eyes with Ally's "Any of this have anything to do with your family? Where did you get that book anyways?"
Ally nods, looking the book over in her hands "My aunt Kate did and yes... this– 'It is believed that La Bete was finally trapped and killed by a renown hunter who claimed his wife and four children were the first to fall prey to the creature'," She smiles and looks up at me, lifting a brow "His name was Argent." Argent does mean Silver in French
I make an impressed face as Lydia chimes in "Your ancestors killed a big wolf. So what?"
"Not just a big wolf. Take a look at this picture– what does it look like to you?"
My eyes widen and I feel like the wind was knocked out of me as I look at the picture in Allison's book. The very close resemblance of the creature that attacked the video store.
I'm snapped out of my scared shitless trance when I hear Allison mutter our names "Addy... Lydia... guys are you okay?"
I look at Lydia who looks like she saw a ghost and I clear my throat causing her snap out of it, focusing on our faces "It looks... like a big... wolf. See you in History." She quips, completely back to her cheeky self as she gets up and walks out of the room.
Stiles looks up from his book and follows her retreating form with his eyes before looking back to me and nodding his head for me to come over.
I playfully roll my eyes and grab my things "I'll see you in class Ally"
Distracted by her book again she just raises her fingers off the side and mutters "Mhhmm"
I chuckle to myself, pushing off the table to stand and walk over to the boys just as Stiles reaches forward and puts his hand on top of the book Scott is hiding behind stealthy bro
"I think the book's making it more obvious." Stiles adds thoughtfully as I sit down beside him.
I throw my thumb over my shoulder to indicate behind me to elaborate "Besides, she's reading anyway and completely engrossed in her ancient family history."
Stiles makes a face and looks back at her before Scott gains our attention with his question "So did you come up with a plan yet?"
"I think so." Stiles answers and takes a bite out of his apple as Scott continues to do the hide behind the book head bob dance in between his following sentences "Does that mean you don't hate me now?"
Stiles makes an incredulous face, talking around his mouthful of apple "No– but your crap has infiltrated my life, so now I have to do something about it. Plus I'm definitely a better Yoda than Derek."
"Okay, yeah, you teach me." Scott mumbles absentmindedly and I smile at the reference, pointing towards Stiles "Yeah, he'll be your Yoda."
Completely missing everything we're saying, Scott just nods like he obviously just said that and looks to Stiles wondering what he's missing.
Stiles smiles his Star Wars geeky smile before adding in his best Yoda impersonation "Your Yoda, I will be."
At the non laugh Scott gives, Stiles lays it out for him with his own chuckle "I said it backwards."
Scott not appreciating the hilarity interrupts "Yeah, I– I know."
Fed up, Stiles makes an offended noise and starts to grab his stuff "All right, you know what? I definitely still hate you–" getting more louder he adds "–Uh huh. Oh, yeah. Come on Adds, I need your help" he finishes by grabbing the book Scott was hiding behind and walking away from the table.
At Scott's flailing arms trying to figure what to hide behind now and completely missing everything that just transpired, I give him a pointed look appreciate your best friend more dumbass
He just raises his brows at the look I throw him and I roll my eyes dramatically before I get up and follow Stiles out of the cafeteria.
Stiles is holding the door open for me and once I catch up to him, I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear as we start to walk down the hallway "So where are we going?"
Smirk thrown my way, Stiles adjusts the straps on his backpack "Coach's office." Naturally
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Walking with Scott and Stiles, we reach our destination of the empty lacrosse field. Stiles sits down on the bench and sets his duffle bag down by his feet, while I reach over and hand the device we acquired to Scott "Okay. Now– put this on."
"Isn't this one of the heart rate monitors for the track team?" Scott inquires and Stiles and I share a look before he admits "Yeah, we borrowed it."
"Stole it." I smirk, earning him to level me with a look that instantly calls me a traitor before he clarifies "Temporarily misappropriated."
I raise my hands in surrender and Stiles flicks his eyes back to Scott, continuing "Coach uses it to monitor his heart rate with his phone while he jogs, and you're gonna wear it for the rest of the day."
"Isn't that coach's phone?" Scott inquires, pointing towards the phone in Stiles' hand.
"That, I stole." Stiles relents honestly and Scott furrows his brows in complete confusion "Why?"
I set my hands on my hips and lift my shoulders "All right, well we figure your heart rate goes up when you go wolf, right?"
Stiles points to me and continues "When you're playing lacrosse, when you're with Allison, whenever you get angry. Maybe learning to control it is tied to learning to control your heart rate."
"Like the Incredible Hulk." Scott mutters thoughtfully and has a go me look on his face.
I try to hide my smile as Stiles rolls his eyes, relenting "Kind of like the Incredible Hulk, yeah."
"No, I'm like the Incredible Hulk." Scott counters and Stiles huffs "Would you just shut up and put the strap on?"
We walk out further onto the field and Stiles finishes duct taping Scott's hands behind his back about fifteen feet away from me.
Scott looks over his shoulder at him, grumbling "This isn't exactly how I wanted to spend my free period."
"All right– you ready?" Stiles ignores and walks over to me, dropping his bag near my feet.
"No." Scott quips earning Stiles to point back at him like this isn't going to bring him immense joy "Remember, don't get angry."
Stiles grabs his lacrosse stick, guiding the ball into the net as Scott rushes out "I'm starting to think this was a really bad idea."
Whack
The ball hits Scott right in the face and I jerk back with the noise on a grimace as we hear him groan "Oh, man. Okay, that one– kind of hurt."
not funny... nope... not even a little bit
"Quiet, Scotty– remember, you're supposed to be thinking about your heart rate, all right? About staying calm." I add trying not to let the smile that is trying it's fucking hardest to break through on my serious stature.
Scott begins bouncing on the balls of his feet, pep talk in full force "Stay calm. Staying calm. Staying totally calm. There's no balls flying at my face– Aah! Son of a bitch!"
"You know what? I think my aim is actually improving." Stiles raves, earning a snort from me and a glare from Scott who grumbles "Wonder why."
"A- bup- bup– don't get angry." Stiles chides, pointing his finger towards Scott who counters back quickly "I'm not getting angry."
Whack
"Stop. Just– can we just hold–" Scott bends forwards and starts breathing more heavily well shit
The smile instantly drops from my face and I reach my hand over to rest on his forearm "Stiles..."
Scott drops to the ground on his knees, groaning as Coach's phone starts beeping like crazy in the duffel bag.
Stiles bends down to look at the phone, reaching his hand out towards it and calling across the space between us "–Scott?"
Scott rips through the duct tape and smashes his hands down into the grass.
Stiles stands up straight and puts his hand back towards me as we take a few collective steps backwards we thought this was a good idea why?
Stiles looks over his shoulder at me, sharing a worried look before we notice the beeping start to get a more steady rhythm.
We share a look and at Stiles' nod we head over to Scotty, hearing his steady breathing.
"Scott, you started to change." Stiles reaches out for him, pulling his hand back when Scott looks up at us and fills in "From anger– but it was more than that. Was like, the angrier I got, the stronger I felt."
"So it is anger, then. Derek's right." Stiles offers, Scott nodding as he elaborates "I can't be around Allison."
I scoff and shake my head, moving my eyes between the pair "Just because she makes you happy?"
Scott breathes out deeply, connecting his eyes with mine "No, because she makes me weak."
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Back in the locker room, I make sure my back is to anyone who may come in here with us as the boys put their gear back in their lockers.
Picking up where the conversation ended on the field, Stiles shrugs "Alright, you stay away from her for a few days, you can do that."
"But is it a few days, or is it forever?" Scott grumbles into his locker and I soften my face at the back of his sad head.
Stiles leans with one arm on the locker next to me, blocking me further from the open room behind him "You know, this whole 'women make you weak' thing is a little too spartan warrior for me. It's probably just part of the learning process."
I smile with his words before Scott counters "Yeah, but you've seen Derek. I mean, the guy's totally alone. What if I can, like, never be around her again?"
"Well, if you're not dead, that could be a good thing." Stiles offers and Scott is quick to state "Rather be dead."
Putting my hands on his shoulders, I step forward and try to defuse the situation "Okay I'm done being the goodie bag at your pity party, you're not gonna end up like Derek, all right? We'll figure it out."
"'Kay." Scott sighs out, Stiles snorting with my words before he nods and steps up next to me "Come on. Let's get out of here."
Scott scrunches up his nose to bring his point home as we turn to head towards the door "Yeah, something smells terrible in here anyway."
Stiles jerks his head back, sarcastic comment releasing in 3, 2, 1 "Really? In a boys' locker room? That doesn't make any sense at all."
I open the door, hearing Scott elaborate behind me "No, it's like something's rotting or dying." I'm not envious of his sense of smell
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Coach gets impatient with all the students who are struggling to get to their seats and slams his books down "Let's go– sit, sit, sit, sit. We got a lot to cover today. Let's go– quicker."
Scott grabs my attention as he freaks out "Hey, Stiles, sit behind me, dude." Stiles who was headed for the seat behind me goes towards our left where Scott is directing him, however, Allison beats him to it and sits behind Scott quickly with an excited look on her face.
Stiles lifts his backpack up as he raises his hands in a what do you want me to dogesture and then gets situated in the seat behind me.
Allison greets me with a smile and a "Hey" before turning her attention to Scott "Hey, I haven't seen you all day."
His face clearly showing the debate between what Derek told him to stay away from her and what we figured out on the lacrosse field, Scott shifts in his seat uncomfortably as he stammers out "Uh, yeah. I've been, uh, super busy." I hate this
My thigh is resting on my seat as I'm turned toward the aisle at the pair, however, I turn my head to look at Stiles trying to make sure I'm not eavesdropping on them.
Allison continues to keep their conversation going "When are you gonna get your phone fixed? I feel like I'm totally disconnected from you."
"Uh, soon. Real soon." Comes Scott's reply and Stiles shares a grimace with me.
"I changed lab partners, by the way." Allison cheerily informs, Scott shifting in his seat again "Oh. To who?" hence the tone Scotty
"To you, dummy." Allison chuckles and I draw my brows inwards as I move my gaze to the back wall of the classroom.
"Me? I mean, are you sure?" Scott snaps and even I grimace at his shocked tone.
"Yeah. This way I have an excuse to bring you home and study." Allison quips and Scott quickly looks down to his desk "Oh"
"You don't mind, do you?" She questions hesitantly before Scott rushes out lamely "I just– I don't want to bring your grade down."
I glance back at Stiles who rolls his eyes at the scene before us that we're obviously ignoring.
Sparing a glance out of the corner of my eye I see Allison smiling brightly as she changes tactic "Well, I mean, maybe I can bring your grade up. Come to my place tonight– 8:30?"
"Tonight?" Scott asks, immediate freak out crossing his face as he looks to Stiles and me with our in sync shrugs no idea what to tell you my doode
She nods, completely unfazed by his freak out "8:30."
Coach slams his book against his desk this time "Let's settle down. Let's start with a quick summary of last night's reading. Greenberg, put your hand down. Everybody knows you did the reading. How about, uh– McCall."
I look up over towards him as I'm put my leg down and shift in my seat to face forward again.
He notices my attention but gives me a look and a little shake of his hand pointing to Scott instead "No... Uh, He-McCall... sorry"
I grab my pen off my desk and glance towards Scott who lifts his head "What?"
"The reading." Coach repeats, looking at him expectantly.
Scott takes a second before offering "Last night's reading?"
"How about, uh, the reading of the Gettysburg Address?" Coach quips and everybody laughs as Scott looks completely confused "What?"
"That's sarcasm. You familiar with the term 'sarcasm', McCall?"
Looking at me cheekily smiling at him and then Stiles, who gives an awe shucks shrug, Scott deadpans "Very."
I snicker into my shoulder, hearing Coach again "Did you do the reading or not?"
"Uh– I think I forgot." Scott admits and Coach smiles with no humor behind it "Nice work, McCall. It's not like you're not averaging a 'D' in this class."
A chorus of "oohs" ring out throughout the room as everyone laughs with Coach's words dicks
"Come on, buddy. You know I can't keep you on the team if you have a 'D'."
I grimace and silently tell coach to shut his face and not talk about personal shit in front of the whole fucking class.
Coach takes in Scott's silence and tries again "How about you summarize, uh, the previous night's reading?"
Silence.
"No? How about the, uh, the night before that?"
More silence.
I shift in my seat, wanting to say something but yelling at a teacher would probably be bad.
"How about you summarize anything you've ever read– in your entire life?"
"I– I, uh–" Scott looks around as I hear the heart monitor beeping under Stiles' desk. The noise instantly causing my eyes to close, hoping to whoever will listen that Scott doesn't wolf out and kills everyone in the room.
Coach continues on "No? A blog? How about, uh, how about, uh, the back of a cereal box? No? How about the adults only warning from your favorite website you visit every night? Anything?" can this murder scene end already
Coach walks back to pound on his desk with every word "Thank you, McCall– thank you. Thank you, McCall!"
Standing up from hunching over his desk, Coach turns back towards the class as he continues yelling "Thank you for extinguishing any last flicker of hope I have for your generation. You just blew it for everybody. Thanks. Next practice you can start with suicide runs. Unless that's too much reading."
Finally calm Coach takes a breath and takes the focus off of our side of the room "All right. Everybody else, settle down."
Stiles taps my back and I look over my shoulder at him, seeing him nod over towards Allison.
I swing my eyes from him and over to her desk, seeing her holding Scott's hand and him looking back at her out of the corner of his eyes with a thankful expression on his face.
Looking back at Stiles, he shakes his head in an of course way as he shares my same thought process... she doesn't make him weak she calms him
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After class Stiles turns to Scott once we've fallen in step with each other in the hall "It's her."
Scott looks around between us "What do you mean?"
Stiles scratches the side of his face, throwing his hand out in front of him "It's Allison. Remember what you told us about the night of the full moon? You were thinking about her, right? About protecting her."
"Okay..." Scott trails off, me looking over to him as I chime in "And remember the night of the first lacrosse game? You said you could hear her voice out on the field."
"Yeah, I did." Scott turns excitedly to us as Stiles continues with a nod "Well, so that's what brought you back so you could score. And then after the game in the locker room, you didn't kill her. At least not like how you were trying to kill me," taking a breath to calm his erratic thinking, he makes it simpler for Scott "She brings you back, is what I'm saying."
Disagreeing instantly, Scott turns back towards Stiles "No, no, no, but it's not always true, because literally every time I'm kissing her or– or touching her–"
I make a noise to stop him "No, that's not the same."
Stiles chuckles and elaborates "Exactly– when you're doing that, you're just another hormonal teenager thinking about sex, you know?"
Scott gets a doofy hormonal teenager distant look on his face gross
Stiles realizes he lost his friend and huffs "You're thinking about sex right now, aren't you?"
Scott sheepishly looks at me before looking back at Stiles, laughing "Yeah– sorry."
I chuckle with a shake of my head while Stiles shakes him off "That's fine. Look, back in the classroom when she was holding your hand, that was different, okay? I don't think she makes you weak. I– I think she actually gives you control. She's kind of like an anchor."
"You mean because I love her." Scott replies thoughtfully and I smile at his shocked face.
"Exactly." Stiles misses the moment of clarity, which Scott widens his eyes "Did I just say that?"
I nudge his arm, smiling brightly "Yes, you just said that."
Scott returns the smile, a dazed look in his eyes "I love her."
Stiles smirks, moving past the revelation "That's great– now, moving on–"
"No, no, no, really. I think I'm totally in love with her." Scott rambles on, however, wanting to finish his train of thought, Stiles continues "And that's beautiful. Now, before you go off and write a sonnet, can we figure this out, please? Because you obviously can't be around her all the time."
That brings him back and Scott nods quickly "Yeah, yeah, yeah– sorry. So what do I do?"
Rubbing his hand over his mouth and throwing it out in frustration, Stiles shifts to his left "I don't know– yet."
Noticing his full circle turn to face us again and the look adorning his face, I slightly chuckle "Oh that's the face, Sherlock. You're getting an idea, aren't you?"
Confidently nodding his head, the corners of Stiles' lips twitch "Yes my dear Watson. Yes I am."
"Is this idea gonna get me in trouble?" Scott asks hesitantly and I smirk at the look on Stiles' face before I answer him "Maybe"
Scott grimaces and looks over to his friend "Is this idea gonna cause me physical pain?"
Stiles shares a look with me quickly before setting his hands on Scott's shoulders "Yeah, definitely. Come on."
We exit the doors of the hallway and walk towards a truck in the side parking lot. Scott looks around, hesitantly asking "What are we doing?"
Distractedly, Stiles looks around as well "You'll see– hold on."
Turning to face us as we come to a stop, Stiles looks behind him once more before addressing Scott again "Okay– stand right there. Do you have your keys?"
Scott takes them out of his pocket holding them up silently as his answer.
Stiles smiles "Perfect. Hold 'em up like so," he guides Scott's arm in the air "Now, whatever happens, just think about Allison. Try to find her voice like you did at the game. Got it?"
Scott nods, sharing a look with me which I draw my brows in, not really following what we're about to do.
Stiles accepts Scott's nod and looks behind us at this group of guys I now notice oh shit
I raise my brows looking from the group of guys and over to the truck behind us, thinking he can't be serious
Stiles then continues and proves he is that serious, grabbing Scott's arm of the hand that's holding the keys to make sure they're still in the air in the perfect position "Okay... just keep holding it right there."
He reaches out and grabs my elbow, leading us over past the group of guys– sidesteps closer over towards the truck and scrapes his own keys along it as we keep our steps moving while we walk by.
I gape before grimacing with the noise "You're going to hell for this" I chuckle with a shake my head as we get settled a little ways off to the side.
"Whatever it'll be worth it," he murmurs before he looks around us and shouts while pointing over towards Scott "Hey, hey, hey, dude! What do you think you're doing to that truck, bro?"
The guys all look over at us and then over at the truck, finally landing on Scott and his guilty key holding hand "What the hell?"
Stiles throws his hand up, both of us jerking back with clenched teeth grimaces as the first punch is thrown into Scott's jaw "Ow! Fucking christ. Wow."
The guys continue to completely beat the shit out of Scott good thing he can heal so quickly, as we notice the heart rate monitor beeps increase.
"Ah, come on, stay calm– stay calm," looking up Stiles grimaces again "Oh, that's not okay. Scott. Come on, buddy."
I drop my hand from covering my mouth and turn to look at his side "Stiles, should we try–"
Mr. Harris comes out of no where, running over and immediately stops the beat down "Stop! Hey, stop it right now. What do you idiots think you're doing?"
Stiles holds the phone up with a knowing smirk on his face, the screen showing the calm heart beats of Scott damn bastard was right
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How Stiles and I got detention along with Scott but not the guys who were actually beating on Scott I still don't understand.
Scott interrupts my internal complaining "Excuse me, sir? Uh, I know it's detention and all, but, uh, I'm supposed to be at work, and I don't want to get fired."
Mr. Harris just smirks and goes back to his work on his desk, ignoring Scott completely.
Scott addresses Stiles this time, the pair of them sitting behind me "You knew I would heal."
"Yep." Stiles quips, popping the 'P' and earning me to smirk as I go back to my homework.
"So you did that to help me learn?"
"Yep." Stiles jabs once more before I hear Scott continue "But partially to punish me."
"Yeah. Well, that one's obvious."
I look up with Stiles' answer and see Mr. Harris glancing at the bromance moment happening at the table behind me.
Scott sighs "Dude, you're my best friend, and I can't have you being angry with me."
"I'm not angry anymore," Stiles admits and I glance over my shoulder at them as well, seeing Stiles drop his hand on the desk "Look, you have something, Scott. Okay? Whether you want it or not, you can do things that nobody else can do. So that means you don't have a choice anymore. It means you have to do something."
"I know– and I will." I smile as I face forwards again, moving to finish my math homework.
"All right, the three of you, out of here." Mr. Harris interrupts, Scott gratefully rushing out "Thank you."
Grabbing our things we head out of the classroom, though I can still feel Mr. Harris' eyes on us as we leave.
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Later that evening Stiles pulls up to the front of school putting the car in park. The three of us climb out and head towards the back of the jeep.
"This is a terrible idea." Stiles points out adjusting his jacket, earning Scott to huff "Yeah, I know."
"But we're still gonna do it?" I clarify, moving my eyes to look around at the dark and abandoned parking lot.
"Can you think of something better?" Scott jabs and I shake my head unfortunately no
Stiles sweeps his outstretched arm out in front of us as he answers Scott "Well, personally I'm a fan of ignoring a problem until eventually it just goes away."
Scott sighs, looking between the two of us "Just make sure we can get inside."
Stiles rolls his eyes and opens the back hatch of the jeep, grabbing the bolt cutters out as a car pulls up behind us "He's here."
Scott had filled us in after he had Stiles pick us up to head to the school that Derek was convinced that Scott's boss at the animal clinic, Deaton, was the Alpha.
Scott convinced Derek to let him try something before hurting Deaton, alas why we are at the school about to do something that could possibly be the worst idea ever
"Where's my boss?" Scott addresses Derek as soon as he's out of his car.
"He's in the back." Derek raises his eyebrows with his clipped answer obviously
Bending my knees slightly to look in the backseat, I scrunch my nose up in a grimace seeing the position Deaton is shoved into.
Stiles scoffs as he comes around my other side to look as well "Oh, well, he looks comfortable."
Shaking his head, Stiles stands up straight and we share a chuckle at the face Derek throws us before we turn to head towards the school.
"Wait. Hey– what are you doing?" Derek stops us, the three of us turning around and Scott raises his arms out in a shrug "You said I was linked with the Alpha– I'm gonna see if you're right."
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Flashlights in hand, we walk through the dark and empty halls towards the office.
Walking through the door Stiles walks over to the intercom on the desk and starts to get it set up, looking up to Scott quickly with his question "Okay, one question. What are you gonna do if the Alpha doesn't show up?"
"I don't know." Scott rushes out, nerves lacing his words earning me to turn towards him "And what are you gonna do if he does show up?"
Scott shakes his head, connecting his worried eyes with mine "I don't know."
Intercom set up now Stiles raises his head at that answer, grumbling lowly "Good plan."
Scott makes a noise and tries to defend himself "All right. You said that a wolf howls to signal his position to the rest of the pack, right?"
Stiles shares a side eye glance with me, drawing out his answer "Right– but if you bring him here, does that make you part of his pack?"
"I hope not." Scott answers honestly, earning me to nod with my agreement "Yeah, me too."
Stiles sighs in his agreement and gestures towards the microphone "All right– all you."
Scott grabs the microphone, clears his throat and takes a breath, eliciting the most strangled and shrill screech noise I've ever been subjected to hear in person that makes my face scrunch up instantly.
I jerk my head to the side, squinting one eye open to share a grimace with Stiles that's your howl Scotty?
After he's done doing his impersonation of a dying animal, he looks at us expectantly "Was that okay? I mean, that was a howl, right?"
Stiles looks at me as he raises his eyebrows with an uncomfortable look on his face "I– yeah, technically."
Scott looks between the two of us "Well, what did it sound like to you guys?"
I open my mouth but no words come to me and I flick my eyes up to Stiles who sighs and closes his eyes with his answer "Like a cat being choked to death, Scott."
Scott swings his helpless face my direction and I stifle my laugh with my shoulder as I turn my body away from Scott and towards Stiles, who tries not to laugh himself.
"What do I do!? How am I supposed to do this?" Scott frantically stammers out and we turn back to him.
Stiles walks past me and over to Scott putting his hands on his shoulders like a coach would to a boxer in the ring "Hey, hey. Listen to me. You're calling the Alpha. All right? Be a man– be a werewolf, not a teen wolf. Be a werewolf. Do it."
Scott takes a moment and steals himself while Stiles moves to stand next to me again.
We watch as his eyes glow yellow before he clicks the microphone and actually howls into the intercom. The howl sounds more like a powerful roar and it causes chills to shiver down my spine and my goosebumps to get goosies on my arms.
Stiles smiles and slaps Scott on the back when he's finished howling for the whole state to hear.
We set the office back to how it was before we got here and grab our flashlights to head back outside.
Once we are in his line of sight, Derek looks even more pissed than he usually does "I'm gonna kill the three of you. What the hell was that?"
Stiles and I throw our hands out in front of us, silently asking what the big deal is lighten up bro
Derek ignores us and all but shouts towards Scott "What are you trying to do, attract the entire state to the school?"
Scott looks between us and Derek, shrugging his shoulders sheepishly "Sorry– I didn't know it would be that loud."
Stiles has a proud mama bear smile on his face as he looks between Scott and Derek, coming to Scott's defense "Yeah, it was loud. And it was AWESOME," he sings the last word making Scott and I chuckle as Derek deadpans "Shut up."
Stiles scoffs and flicks his hand out addressing Derek "Don't be such a sour-wolf."
I snort into my shoulder, my eyes landing in the backseat of Derek's car, seeing it empty I turn back to look at Derek "What'd you do with him?"
"What?" Derek quickly looks over to me and my nod towards his car has him turning to look into the backseat as well, shaking his head when he looks back at us "I didn't do anything"
My eyes widen when I hear a growl and an awful noise before I see blood dripping from Derek's mouth, the sight freezing my entire body as my mind tries to catch up with what we're seeing.
Stiles throws his arm out across my front when Derek is lifted in the air gurgling and dying as we can now clearly see the holy tall as fuck Alpha growling at us.
"Holy shit!" We all jump back into each other and then I'm being pulled back as we take off in a run towards the school doors.
There's another loud ass scary growl and a thud to our left as we reach the doors and pull them open as quickly as we can.
I'm thrown inside in front of the guys who slam their bodies against the doors once they slam them shut.
Putting my hands on either side of my head, I try to take deep calming breaths to not hyperventilate with the events that have transpired in the last two fucking minutes.
Taking a few steps in front of us I turn on my heel to face them again, my wide eyes moving between their scared faces and the window on the door behind them as I breathe out "Did that just fucking happen?"