wolfsbane chapter two - second chance at first line
Chapter two - Second Chance at First Line
Scott and Stiles discover that the werewolf curse can also be triggered by anger, besides the full moon. With lacrosse and Allison being the big problem for Scott. But something else becomes a problem, the dead body in the Hale house or (Y/N)’s failed attempt at finding love.
Monday, September 6th
The werewolf slammed his fist into the now permanently dented metal. “Yes! Her father!” he growled. “You, okay?” nothing. Not a single bit of movement “Hey, all right? He didn't recognize you, right?” stiles knelt next to Scott as he panted heavily. “No... N-no, I don't think so...”
“Does she know about him?” his brown eyes turned confused before he shrugged his shoulder in a panic looking back up at his friend. “I don't know! What if she does? This is gonna kill me, man.”
The buzzcut boy pulled Scott up pushing his uniform and equipment into his sweaty palms. “Okay, just focus on lacrosse. Okay? Take this. Take this, and focus on lacrosse for now, okay? That's all you gotta do, yes?”
His breathing finally calmed down looking down at his destroyed locker. “Lacrosse.” He sighed. The two boys slowly left the locker room watching the rest of the team race onto the field. “Here. We. Go!”
Coach Finstock had already begun announcing their first task for the evening smacking his clipboard on the bench. “Let's go! One-on-one from up top! Jackson-- take a long stick today. Atta boy!” Jackson took his place on the field eyeing Scott as he also took his place. The whistle blew and the game began with Scott being a lot slower than he was at try-outs. “McCall, what are you waiting for? Let's go!” Scott tried his best to focus. He tried to race towards Jackson, but his strength seemed to vanish as he fell to the ground with a thud after making an impact on the captain. “Hey, McCall!” Scott moved his head down the face of the green field. His breath got thicker as his rage increased. The ignorant blonde always got on his nerves but now he was a werewolf that rage seemed to triple. “You sure you still want to be the first line, McCall?” Jackson said only making his emotions worse.
Coach finally made it over to Scott just as Jackson walked away. ”My-my grandmother can move faster than that-- and she's dead! You think you can move faster than the corpse of my dead grandmother?” Scott shook his head, his helmet clanking against his skin. “I can't hear you!”
He stood straight eyeing Jackson with a growl. “Yes. Coach.”
“Then do it again!”
Scott clenched his jaw again as he sighed and ran back to position while Coach shouted mockingly toward the rest of the players. “McCall's gonna do it again! McCall's gonna do it again!”
Jackson returned to his mid-field position as Scott returned to the front of the line-up for one-on-ones; though his eyes were no longer glowing gold, he still looked angry. The whistle blew once again. “Let's go!”
Scott ran full speed at his captain, gripping his lacrosse stick hard as he collided with Jackson, his right shoulder hitting him at full force. Jackson fell backwards, landing flat on his back in the grass as Scott had done earlier. He clutched his shoulder in pain trying to take a breath.
Stiles, panicked, ran over to Scott to check on him while everyone else was distracted by Jackson. “Scott? Scott, are you, okay? “Scott’s fangs had made an appearance. and his eyes were glowing bright gold as he desperately tried to keep himself from fully turning. Stiles threw his arm around Scott's shoulders, forcing him up toward the locker room doors.
As they tended to Jackson, nobody noticed the angry werewolf standing behind the benches watching the younger wolf’s actions. The green-eyed male turned back towards the forest checking his phone for the time. He knew the teen wouldn’t have control the day after the first turn, but he expected the boy to understand the dangers. He would have to have a talk with him. a very forceful talk.
(Y/N) quickly scrambled to get her house key locking the door as Derek pulled into the gravel drive. In the daylight, his car was impressive to her recently cleaned with tinted windows, but nothing compared to the driver. Derek’s lean figure came into view as we walked around to the passenger side with a toothy grin. She smiled trying to hide her blush as she skipped towards him. “Good morning, Derek.” She smiled his warming radiating off his toned body. “Good morning (Y/N).” His large hand opened the passenger door motioning her to enter his car. “Thank you.” She whispered shyly making him chuckle.
“there’s a small coffee shop downtown right by the shopping street.” He spoke leaving the meadow cottage in the distance. “Sounds cute. I haven’t had the chance to go into town yet.” Now and then, Derek would look down at her fingers watching her twiddle them with nerves. “Hey…” he mumbled grabbing her smaller fingers in his own larger ones. Her skin was cold to the touch but smooth like cream. He felt the sparks from his wolf almost feeling like pins and needles. “You, okay?” He made sure to speak with emotion. His rough voice had changed since the last time he felt like this with a girl. Let alone a woman. This time it was different. She was made for him. She didn’t know it yet, but she was. “Sorry… it’s my first date.” She stuttered.
“That I don’t believe.” He laughed. “I met you once (Y/N). And after that one time, I couldn’t get you out of my head.” He loved the sound of her laugh echoing in the car. “ It was the same with me. I think your green eyes messed with my head Mr hale.” She felt the same with his laugh. She could tell it was a sound rarely heard it was rough and broken like it was pulled out of the storage of his body. The young girl watched her driver pull into the car park stopping slowly by the ticket machine. “Why don’t you head inside and grab a table ill finish packing up.” She nodded her head, her styled hair moving with the motion before she shut the door.
(Y/N) walked into the coffee shop trying to ignore the looks of the older couples looking her up and down like a freak show. She smiled towards the barista asking him for the decaf options. Before she could order the bell from the door jingled signalling a new customer. She smiled looking towards the handsome man she was waiting for. He stopped in his tracks finally getting a good look at her out of the morning sun. Her glossy hair was styled straight framing her natural face shape. She was wearing different shades of purple. A short dress decorated with lighter flowers and a cardigan tied in the middle. Derek looked down at her feet noticing her taller state and seeing chunky black sandals wrapped around her tattooed ankles. Once again, she was covered in jewellery with assorted designs from bones to plants. His wolf almost wanted to pounce at her, but he held it back as much as he can.
“Just in time. I finished my order what do you want?” she asked sweetly clutching her card. “Just a black coffee please.” He asked, “And don’t take her card. I’ll be paying.” The barista nodded before getting on with the two drinks. “I’m not having this argument again.” She sighed smiling widely pushing his hand with his card down. “I don’t think so.” The card reader activated pulling Derek’s attention towards the device. Before he reached over, he felt her long black painted nails swirl the back of his head sending new sensations into his body. She leaned closer to the hidden wolf licking her matching black lips with a cheeky smile. “it’s funny how you assume I would give up on this Derek.” She whispered as the barista turned back around again. “here’s something you should know about me before this goes any further…” The chime of the card reader interrupts Derek’s trance seeing her card be accepted by the reader. “When I say ill pay… I pay.” She giggles picking up their coffees and walking to the booth at the back of the shop.
once Derek sat down (Y/N) eyed him as he blew on his mug and took a sip. His green eyes fascinated her. Maybe it was due to their relation to nature? She didn’t know but she knew she would never get tired of his eyes. “So… what brought you to beacon hills?” he asked as she took a sip of her drink. “Mostly a change of scenery.” She smiled, “I used to live in New Orleans, but it was too busy for me. My grandmother thought it would be good for me.” He nodded his head wondering about her life in a busy place. “My friend hooked me up with a job at the vet it’s not what I major in but it’s something to do.” Derek took another sip mentally noting she worked at the same place Scott did. “It surprises me.” He said the girl’s head tilted in confusion. “Most people who move here are running from something.” She knew it was a joke, but she couldn’t help but think of the spark in her head. He felt her heart skip multiple beats meaning he had hit a nerve in her. Her sweet smile faded as she focused on the drink in her mug. “I guess I kinda am.” She mumbled, “Sorry I didn’t mean to ruin the mood.” She tried her best to boost her mood swirling her drink to make a whirlpool.
“No, I shouldn’t have said that. It just reminded me of myself.” He spoke. Stop. Stop talking. She doesn’t need to know what happened. “How do you mean?” she asked. “My family died in a fire 6 years ago. When it happened the first thing, I did was leave for New York.” She didn’t need to know what. Why was he still talking? He shouldn’t trust her. He couldn’t trust her. Stop. Talking. “there’s no shame in running. Especially from something like losing your family.” He looked up towards her, her eyes twinkling from the reflection of the fairy lights in the café. “On the bright side, at least neither of us has to worry about meeting the other family.” Derek smiled at her attempt to make the conversation brighter. “I’m guessing your family isn’t in the picture.” He asked. She laughed making his body relax. “God, I hope not. The day I introduce you to my parents, run!”
Derek hadn’t laughed so much in a long time. The girl facing him brought something out of him that he strangely missed. They both rested their hand on the table lightly brushing their fingertips. The two quickly moved back as they shared the sensation of a zap zooming through their bodies. Derek knew what had happened but kept calm and collected. “Sorry.” She giggled thinking nothing of it except friction. “Anyway, tell me something about you Mr Mysterious.” (Y/N) looked up towards the barista as he refilled her mug smiling in a thank you. “Well, not much to tell to be honest. I was born in the town and played basketball for the school. went to college for business which I’ve never used. I moved back less than a month ago.” (Y/N) nodded her head while humming into her drink. “I wouldn’t take you for a business student. Maybe more of a criminology student. You’d probably be good at interrogations.”
“And why would you say that?”
“you’re a bit of a sourpuss.” Derek huffed into his mug smiling lightly. “You have no idea.” He laughed. “What about you? I know you lived in New Orleans but other than that.” The girl looked down into her mug watching the liquid swirl as she strutted out an innocent timeline. “I was born in Texas; my parents were the typical religious nuts I ran away at 16 to New Orleans. I’m studying plants mostly, but I majored in cryptozoology.” His thick brow arched in confusion that the unfamiliar word. “Sorry, it is the study of mythical creatures. So, things like bigfoot, the Loch Ness monster.” Derek tried hard to suppress his fear there was no way the woman he imprinted on was obsessed with mythical creatures and did not be something to do with his world. Once again, he begged whatever god was listening to not be a hunter. “My favourites are werewolves. She giggled. “No matter what research or legend you read they all say that werewolves mate for life. When they lose a mate that’s it, they die alone mostly from a broken heart.”
“What would you do if you met one?” he mumbled looking up with puppy dog eyes that made her melt in her seat. “Well, first id ask it not to kill me.” She joked. “Probably just talk to them. I mean they’re no different to me or you. Just hairy?” Derek smiled lightly with a big sigh of relief unknown to her she was already doing what she wanted to do. before he could reply to the small clock in the café chimed twelve spooking (Y/N) with a jump.
“Oh, shoot noon already?!” she ground her teeth grabbed hold of her bag on the other chair and looked back up at Derek. “I’m sorry I’m gonna have to go I have some errands before work.” Disappointed Derek could only smile nodding his head “Don’t worry it’s fine. I’m guessing another date to finish where we left off.” He asked as the two stood up and tidy the table. “Anywhere you would suggest?”
“There’s an old English-style pub on the other end of time, called the Swan, Thursday night ill meet you there at 6?” she noted it down on her hand before scrambling through her tote bag and pulling out the familiar leather jacket he had seen her in the night before. “ As much as I want to steal it?” she joked. He took it from her dainty hands noticing the torn bitten edges of her nail beds almost raw to draw blood. He eyed the jacket for a moment before wrapping It back around her as she closed the café door. “I think it looks a lot better on you than me.” He whispered. His wolf quickly got the better of him as the scent of her entered his nose. He kissed her cheek feeling the heat from her rosy cheek hit his lips sending him into cloud nine. “I’ll see you Thursday, Mr Hale.” She giggled. The werewolf watched the girl walk down the street towards the shops, his fern-green eyes watching her skirt sway with her hips.
As Night fell on beacon hills, Scott returned home to his messy bedroom. He dropped his backpack onto the floor in the corner and belly-flopped onto his bed with a heavy sigh. After a moment of silence, a knock on his door startled him out of his trance. “Hey, late shift again for me. But I am taking the day off to see your first game!” Scott, clearly still unhappy about the fact that he knows he can’t play, wasted no time to start arguing with her in a grumpy tone. “No, Mom, you can't-“ Melissa scoffed interrupting him. “Oh, no, I can and will. Come on, one shift isn't gonna break us... Not completely... stiles’ dad thought it would be a good idea to invite your new co-worker (Y/N)?” Scott knew he couldn’t change her mind knowing his mother’s words were final. “Hey, what's with your eyes? “Alarmed, Scott rose onto his elbows, frightened of the glowing gold that was new to him. “You look like you haven't slept in days.” Trying to hide his relief, Scott shook his head sighing lightly. “Oh, uh, it's nothing. I'm just... stressed...”
“Just stress? Nothing else?”
“ Homework...”
“ I mean, it's not like you're on drugs or anything, right?”
“ ...Right now?”
Melissa scoffed loudly before starting a row of questions. “Right now? I'm sorry, what do you mean, "right now?" Have you ever taken drugs?”
“ Have you?”
Melissa stared at her child with irritation and exasperation for a moment before finally just clicking her tongue, sighing, and walking to the door with a huff. “Get some sleep.” She passed him one last look and finally disappears to go to work. As Scott heard the front door lock, he marched towards his laptop hearing the familiar ringtone for video call. Stiles’ face popped on the screen with a flashing toy gun shooting at the monitor with a red beam. “What’d you find out?” Too exhausted to play games, Scott got to the point of the call, which was Jackson. “Well, it's bad. Jackson's got a separated shoulder.” Guilt slowly grew in the pit of the werewolf’s stomach. Jackson may have been an asshole, but the teen bully didn’t ask to be floored by a supernatural being with the strength of fifty men. “Because of me?” at his words stiles sneered. “Because he's a tool. they don't know if he’s gonna play yet. Now, they're just counting on you.” Just what Scott needed to hear.
On-screen, Stiles leant forward, concern displayed on his pale face. “What?” his friend’s brown eyes widened with concern. The boy started to frantically type the sound of clicking keys echoed through the speaker. “It looks like what? Scott read. Buffering. Loading. Reconnecting. The pause was painful for the werewolf. “Come on, damnit!” It looks like someone’s behind you! It read. “What?” Scott quickly switched his camera to his own watching the shadow behind him grow and grow.
It's Derek, who immediately snatched the adolescent by the back of his red hoodie and pulled him to his feet. he shoved him face-first against the nearby wall and held him there as he growled animalistically. “I saw you on the field!” the off-guard Scott dangled with fear as he processed his words. “Wha-what are you talking about?” he stuttered. “You shifted in front of them! If they find out what you are, they find out about me, about all of us. And then it's not just the Hunters after us, it's everyone.”
“ They didn't see anything! I s-swear, I-“ Scott paused his words as he breathed in the scent of sage. Panic spread across his young face before being replaced with rage. “Why do you smell like (Y/N)?” he growled his golden eyes shifting. With a huff, Derek sighed slamming him into the plaster again. “Why do you care?”
“Stay away from (Y/N)!” he ordered before falling to the ground. “Keep out of mine and (Y/N) business Scott.” Scott slowly pulled himself back up feeling his bones click and crack. “she’s not yours.” He argued watching the older wolf step towards the window. “Wanna bet on that?”
Tuesday, September 7th
the next day at school, Scott started his Derek homework, getting out of the Friday night game. The teen’s sweaty body replayed the words from the older wolf. His smell also played on his mind. Why (Y/N) Why his new co-worker? Was it to keep an eye on him? to threaten him? Scott knew for sure Derek couldn’t have true feelings towards her. he was certain he didn’t have emotions. As Scott and Coach walked through the boy's locker room and into the office, Coach was completely confused and irritated by what Scott has just told him. “What do you mean, you can't play the game Friday night?”
Scott stood in the door frame gawkily, knowing that he has no real good reason for backing out that wouldn’t sound foolish to the Coach. sore muscles would never work. Maybe he could break a bone. “ I mean... I can't play the game Friday night...” Finstock’s eyes continued to blink rapidly with confusion. “You can't wait to play the game Friday night!”
“No, Coach. I can't play the game tomorrow night.”
“...I'm not following.”
“I'm having some... personal issues.”
“Is it a girl?” technically yes. A girl and a woman. One he knew he had strong feelings towards, the other he saw as a cool older sister he wanted to desperately protect. “Is it a guy?” Again, technically yes. A broody old werewolf with a problem with a boy trying to get on with his life. Potentially threatening said the older sister figure. “You know, our goalie, Danny, is gay...”
“Yeah, I know, Coach, but that's not it.”
“You don't think Danny's a good-looking guy?”
“I... think he's good-looking. But I-I-I like girls.”
“What, is it drugs? Are you doing meth? Because I had a brother that was addicted to meth. You should have seen what it did to his teeth! They were all cracked and rotted. it was disgusting.”
“My God-- what happened to him?”
“He got veneers! Is-is that what this is about? Are you afraid of getting hurt, McCall?
“ No... I'm... having some issues dealing with aggression...” technically not a lie.
“Well, here's the good news! That's why you play lacrosse! Problem solved. Listen, McCall, part of playing the first line is taking on the responsibility of being the first line. Now, if you can't shoulder that responsibility, then you're back on the bench until you're ready. McCall... play the game.”
Scott finally gave up on his eccentric coach, he marched down the student-filled halls palms sweating with panic. His phone rang the annoying tone rattling his ears. his mother.
Got the night off! Coming to see you play! So excited!!
Before he allowed his rage to take over, Scott pulled his head up meeting the chocolate brown eyes of Allison. Her sweet smile quickly made the worried and panic vanish. “Hey,” she smiled twirling her curls between her nimble fingers. “Hey,” he breathed. She looked down at his hands, seeing the small communication device. “Busy?” Scott watched confused, she directed to his phone as he nervously stammered out a response. “No, no, it's just, uh, my mom. She's nothing.” Allison’s eyes shot up with surprise before Scott finally realised what he had spoken. “I mean, it's nothing. Uh, I'm never busy for you.” Her smile momentarily returned. “I like the sound of that. I have to run to French class, but I wanted you to know that I'm coming to see you play tomorrow.” Scott processed the latest information. Another person he cared about to worry about. “You are?”
He knew he should have been happy to know the girl of his dreams was actually interested in his game. However, with the newfound rage bomb that was the wolf inside him. “And we're all going out afterwards…you, me, Lydia, Jackson... It's gonna be great. Tell Stiles to come, too. Uh, save me a seat at lunch. I gotta go!” as her small frame swayed down the hall the dark soft fabric of her jacket took his interest. The last time he had seen that jacket was that previous Friday hung up with Derek standing underneath like the creep Scott believed he was. Something was different about the jacket its once sweet smell of Allison was now mixed with the stench of Derek.
Scott rode his bike through the forest, furiously pushing the pedals so he could go as fast as he could. As his anger kept bubbling, he made it to the Hale House remains. he hopped off his bike and threw it to the ground with a thud before he raced over to what was left of the front porch. “Derek! DEREK!”
Catching his breath, Scott looked around for a moment, taking note of a recently dug patch of Earth. The dirty smell masked the faint smell of the crimson liquid flowing through his veins. He snapped his senses to the presence of another person and turned back to find Derek, standing on the porch, staring him down like a hunter. “Stay away from her! She doesn't know anything!” he growled showing his golden orbs to the older beta hoping to look slightly intimidating. “Yeah? What if she does?”
Derek stopped walking as soon as he felt the heat from the newborn wolf. He could see how angry he was, how much this young girl was affecting him. he couldn’t tell if it was good or not. Maybe this girl could help him control himself, maybe she would be his downfall. Not just Scott’s but Derek’s too. An argent was unwelcome news. Derek knew that for sure. “You think your little buddy Stiles can just Google "Werewolves," and now you got all the answers? Is that it?”
still furious, Scott stayed silent as he tried to catch his breath. Derek continued as he slowly walked closer to Scott to make his point. “You don't get it yet, Scott, but I'm looking out for you. Not just for you but for Stiles, for Allison, for (Y/N). Think about what could happen. You're on the field... the aggression takes over... and you shift in front of everyone.” He bent down and picked up Scott's lacrosse stick from his abandoned backpack, his muscles clenching around the staff like sports equipment. “Your mom, all your friends even (Y/N). and trust me you don’t want her to hurt her. when they see you...” with a swipe of his claws, the small basket on the end of the stick was destroyed.
“Everything falls apart.”
Casually, Derek tossed the stick up into the air and from grabbing the stick from the sky to looking back down, Derek had vanished.
Wednesday, September 13th
As Derek marched through the woods, he thought back to his words towards Scott. He remembered the pain he felt from his previous encounter with the Argents. How could he let himself get so stupid to catch feelings for a woman that he wasn’t connected to? Not even her scent drew him in. It was his annoying teenage mind thinking it was cool to date an older woman. Now he looked back with many regrets knowing now how abusive and predatory the wench was being.
He was quickly drawn out of his thoughts with his senses working overtime. The metallic scent of blood wafted through his nose. Light screams filled his eardrums. He raced through the foliage, swiftly stopping at the familiar wall of poison flowers.
He knew he could never get bored of the view of her. just watching her do domestic things like she was now was almost enchanting to him. As she bent down to pick at the weeds growing in her beautiful garden, he smiled lightly thinking of himself helping her. tending to their land together like a proper domestic couple no wolves, no hunters, just them and the meadow around them. His thoughts once again switched off at the sound of screams starting once again. He inspected her intensely preying she was okay. But the screams once again stopped. Nothing came out her mouth, her radio playing Season of the Witch didn’t jump, but the screams were high-pitched and quick. He watched her place from roots into her basket, but she didn’t take them to her compost she took them inside, locking the screen door behind her once her black hair companion joined her.
The only thing he thought was still strange was the blood smell. He knew it was her blood, but she seemed fine, but her once blushing skin was cold and pale, almost dead-like.
Stiles slammed the clinic door shut shaking the clinic making (Y/N) jump with shock. “Stiles please be gentle with the door honey.” She sighed taking her vet jacket off and looping it onto her hook. “Sorry (Y/N).” he stuttered skipping over to Scott. “What did you find? How did you find it? Where did you find it?” he asked being sure to for once talk quietly in front of (Y/N). “I found something at Derek Hale's.” the teen with the buzz-cut eyes shot open with surprise. “Are you kidding? What?” the two teens turned around looking at the beautiful goth who was currently in her own world deep in her piles of books. “There's something buried out there. I could smell blood. I don’t know who’s but your dad nails Derek for the murder. And then, you help me figure out how to play lacrosse without changing because there's no way I'm not playing that game.”
The duo spun around marching towards the door. Stiles quickly stopped almost falling to the ground with a skid of his shoes. “Nice collection there (Y/N)” he commented noting the piles of books all seemed to be about some sort of cryptid or spiritual book. the woman looked up with shining eyes of excitement. “it’s a bit of a hobby I guess you can tell with the matching tats. Unknowingly to Scott, he kept the girl distracted with questions giving the robin of the duo to slip the specific book labelled Lycans and the Moon. “Well boys I’ve got to go so no offence…get out so I can lock up.” (Y/N) smiled jesting to the door Stiles had slammed open earlier. “Sorry. Have a good night (Y/N)”
Scott and Stiles drove the bumping roads towards the hospital plotting their next plan. “Dude I really don’t have a good feeling about (Y/N).” stiles confessed gripping the steering wheel. “I mean the new girl in town. We can all admit she is a dark babe from hell but come on. Don’t you think it’s a bit of a coincidence that we discover werewolves, your new girlfriend is from a family of hunters, and we just found her with piles and piles of books about supernatural creatures.” Scott breathed heavily tapping the scratched glass of the jeep. “You know stiles some people really do find it interesting.” He hoped. “Well, I hope your right Scott. Cause I hate for such a hot girl to be evil. That will make the dreams really weird.”
“I didn’t need to know that, Stiles.”
Unsure of where to go to get the information they need, Scott and Stiles wondered the halls of the hospital, the bright lights of the halls flickered the signs above. After a moment, Stiles looked up a sign for the morgue dangling just above his head. As Scott headed in, stiles wandered around like a lost puppy. “Good luck, I guess...”
As he turned his body, he focused his attention on Lydia waiting in one of the seats. He immediately got both nervous and excited to be this close to her, finally being able to make his unplanned move. “Hey, Lydia... You probably don't remember me. Um, I sit behind you in biology.” Her face contorted into confusion watching the loose teen with a twirl of her ginger locks. Lydia. “Uh, anyway, I always thought that we just had this kind of connection. Unspoken, of course. Maybe it'd be kind of cool to... get to know each other a little better...”
Stiles quickly stopped his speech as soon as a small device pulled away from her rosy ears. “Hold on, give me a second.” She giggled to the person on the other line. Her green eyes focused on Stiles for the first time in his life. “Yeah, I didn't get any of what you just said. Is it worth repeating?” she mocked. The poor boy’s pale cheeks flushed pink rubbing his peach fuzz hair with embarrassment. “No. Sorry, I'll just sit...You don't care...”
Meanwhile, Scott tiptoed down the eerie morgue hall before opening the nearest door. He kept sniffing and sniffing, touching the metal handles of each coffin-like storage. Suddenly, he stopped smelling the same pine and rain scent that was buried under the dirt pile. He slowly pulled ‘jane doe’ out of her metal resting place and took a strong sniff of her decaying body. It was a match. An exact match.
“Holy God!” stiles squealed as Scott pulled the fake magazine distraction out of his pale hands. “The scent was the same.” He smiled high fiving his companion. “You sure?” the werewolf nodded his head heavily. “So, he did bury the other half of the body on his property?”
“Which means we have proof he killed the girl.”
“I say we use it.” Scott pulled Stiles down the exit hall plotting in their minds their end action plan. “Tell me something first. Are you doing this because you want to stop Derek, or because you want to play in the game, and he said you couldn't?” from the look on the teen’s face to him it was both. He knew he had to stop Derek, but he also wanted to play the game. “There are bite marks on the legs, Stiles! Plus, I think he’s gonna go after (Y/N) next. I mean he has the motive to harm her. She could easily pinpoint were werewolves she’s a risk.” Stiles sighed heavily rubbing his eyes from the sleep building up from the sleepless nights of research. “Dude she might be working with him for all we know. Look let’s just keep this simple for now get Derek in jail and play that game.” Scott nodded his head as the buzzcut boy wrapped his long arms around his shoulder. “we're gonna need a shovel.”
Stiles and Scott spied on Derek as he walked out of the Hale House ruins towards his Camaro. He clutched his mobile phone against his ear smiling brightly with multiple laughs coming from his usual emotionless mouth. “dude see, maybe he actually likes (Y/N).” Scott whispered eavesdropping on the conversation. “are you sure you’re okay with getting yourself there?” he reassured unlocking his car. “I know you said you’d be fine, but I don’t want you having to sit alone at a bar until I get there.” the dark-haired wolf sat comfortably in his seat before shutting the door. “I can’t wait either. I’ll see you tomorrow night Miss Williams.”
As the expensive vehicle left the woods, the duo marched their way to the mound of earth by the side of the chard ruins. “dude, it’s all an act! There’s no way that he has a genuinely nice cell in his body. Hess probably scoping his next target. he’s coming back later to dig a new grave.” The buzz-cut teen grabbed his shovel attacking the ground with the little strength he had buried in his arms. “or maybe it’s the other way round. Maybe she has him right where she wants him to strike. Get hunter of the year for killing the last Hale wolf.”
As they finally finished digging, they found a mud-soaked linen wrap, secured tightly with a twine rope. Scott took a strong whiff sensing the change in the smells around him. “Wait... Something's different.” The once rain-filled grave was now just a wet dog, exactly like the wet rooms at his work.
“Just keep going.”
“What if he comes back?”
“Then we get the hell out of here.”
“What if he catches us?”
“I have a plan for that.”
“ ...Which is?”
“You run one way. I run the other. Whoever he catches first? Too bad.”
“I hate that plan.”
When they both looked down, they saw several twine rope strings poking out of the earth, like little worms wiggling in the dirt. the two knelt down as they brushed the soil away with their bare hands. As Stiles sluggishly untied the bundle struggling with the military-style knots’ “Hurry!” Scott shouted adding nothing to help his friend with the impossible knots. “I'm trying. Did he have to tie the thing in, like, nine hundred knots?” Scott abruptly pushed aside his friend and swiftly finished the job.
“...What the hell is that?” stiles muttered. As the fabric fell to the bottom of the grave, stiles and Scott jumped back in fear. A black, scruffy cut-up wolf revealed itself from the bundle, its dead eyes open almost staring at the two teens. “It's a wolf.” They quickly left the grave panting heavily from the sheer shock of the creature. but before Stiles could ponder any more. “Yeah, I can see that. I thought you said you smelled blood, as in human blood?”
“I told you something was different...”
“This doesn't make sense.”
The Batman and Robin duo worked fast to recover their work, pushing each bit of dirt mud and worm back into place. suddenly, Stiles saw a purple flicker moving gracefully in the wind. “What's wrong?” Scott asked watching his daydreaming companion stare the purple flower down like a criminal. “You see that flower?” he slowly pulled himself from the ground lightly stroking the petals. “I think it's wolfsbane.” The teen pulled the plant from the ground noticing the roots hadn’t settled in the new soil yet. It hadn’t been there long enough to settle. “What's that?”
“Uh... haven't you ever seen The Wolf Man? Lon Chaney, Junior? Claude Rains? The original, classic Werewolf movie? No? You are so unprepared for this.” Stiles quickly clutched the end of the roots inspecting the exact same rope from the bundle attached to the ends. He gradually followed the material trail going round and round the grave in a spiral formation. With a sceptical expression, Scott watched him closely the smell of the flower irritating the wolf’s senses like an itch. Trying to ignore it, the wolf teen looked back down at his devolved brethren squealing at the changed form. The same dirty hair and deathly eyes stared back at him like the night he was turned. “oh!” stiles screamed, joining his friend with an exact terror expression.
Thursday, September 13th
Once again, the two teens watched the Hale house get inspected by the police including Stiles’ own father. The black-haired werewolf glared daggers towards the two as the handcuffs scratched his wrists like thorns. Derek stepped down into the police car finally ending his angered stare. Scott slowly watched Stiles get up from his hiding spot sauntering over like he owned the crime scene. “No!” he growled stiles finally made it to the police car and with a slide of his body he sat down with the criminal.
“Okay, just so you know, I'm not afraid of you.” He breathed. Derek looked up slowly his hard gaze. He knew the teen was lying. He didn’t even have to listen to his heart. The sweat and moving eyes gave it away. ”...Okay, maybe I am. Doesn't matter. I just wanna know something. The girl you killed. She was a Werewolf. She was a different kind, wasn't she? I mean, she could turn herself into an actual wolf, and I know Scott can't do that. Is that why you killed her?”
The older man sighed heavily leaning closer to the cage-like window. “Why are you so worried about me when it's your friend who's the problem? When he shifts on the field, what do you think they're gonna do, huh? Just keep cheering him on. I can't stop him from playing, but you can... And trust me-- you want to.”
Before Stiles could reply to the worrying speech. Suddenly, the energetic teen was pulled out of the vehicle, the grumble of his father entering his ears. “Ow. Ow. Ow.” He pushed his son to the end of the lot the leaves distressed under his dragging feet. ”There. Stand.” He groaned.
“What the hell do you think you're doing???” Noah growled watching his son kick the foliage under him. “I'm just trying to help!”
“Okay, well, how 'bout you help me understand exactly how you came upon this?”
“We were looking for Scott's inhaler...”
“Which he dropped when?”
“The other night...”
“The other night... when you were out here, looking for the first half of the body?”
“Yes.”
“The night that you told me you were alone, and Scott was at home?”
“Yes....No!”
And there it was. The answer Noah was looking for. “Oh, crap...” his child sighed. “So, you lied to me.” Noah exhaled.
“That depends on how you define "lying..."”
“Well, I define it as "not telling the truth." How do you define it?”
“Um... "reclining your body in a horizontal position?"”
“Get the hell out of here.”
“ Absolutely.”
Stiles and Scott sped out of the woods in the battered Jeep, Scott doing whatever he could to find the reason for the wolfsbane at the grave. “I can't find anything about wolfsbane being used for burial.” He sighed locking his phone with a grunt. Something didn’t feel right to the wolf. “Just keep looking. Maybe it's like a ritual or something? Like, maybe they bury you as a wolf.” He chewed on his cheek biting back a snarking comment towards his friend, his rage bubbling. “Or, maybe it's like a special skill, you know? Like, something you have to learn?” Scott rolled his brown eyes. “I'll put it on my "To Do" list, right underneath "figuring out how the hell I'm playing this game tonight."” He growled. Stiles looked swiftly towards his friend watching the golden eyes of his wolf form show through. “Maybe it's different for girl Werewolves... we can look in (Y/N) book when we get back to your place.”
“Okay, stop it!”
The driver slowed the jeep down lightly, Scott panting in the passenger seat worried him greatly. “Stop what?” he muttered worry building up in his body. “Stop saying "Werewolves!" Stop enjoying this so much! Are you okay?”
Scott’s voice grew deeper as he growled a NO towards Stiles, he doubled over with pain, like electricity shocking through his veins. “No, I'm not. I'm so far from being okay.” He felt his fangs and fur grow, cracking and groaning coming from his body. Stiles quickly pulled his bag from the back seat almost having a rare light bulb moment. He pulled out the violet plant from the night before wafting the scent towards the growling teen. “You kept it?” Scott screamed watching the driver pull over with shaking hands. “What was I supposed to do with it???”
As soon as the car was in park, Stiles grabbed his backpack and launched himself out of the Jeep, running toward the edge of the woods and tossing the bag as far as he could throw it to get as much distance away from Scott as possible. He prayed it work not wanting his best friend to lose his control in the middle of the day with joggers, hikers and dog walkers hiding in the woods. Once it was out of eyesight, Stiles pitched his head back and breathed deeply before turning back toward the Jeep with a huff. “Okay, we're good, you can…Scott?”
The werewolf was already gone.
“Scott???”
Panicked, Stiles ended up speeding down the road through the timbers as he called the police on speakerphone. ”Stiles, you know you can't call the dispatch line when I'm on duty.” Dispatch groaned not wanting to hear the latest story from the sheriff’s son. “I just need to know if you've gotten any odd calls...?”
“Odd how?”
“Uh, like, an odd person, or...”
Stiles struggled to produce an example that didn’t channel a werewolf break out. “A dog-like individual roaming the streets...?” The dispatcher, out of patience, put an end to their conversation quickly and sternly. “I'm hanging up on you now.” Stiles, panicked and desperate to find Scott before he hurts somebody, tried to get her to reconsider but the ringing of the hang-up sound stopped his multiple waits from spilling out his mouth. Stiles knew he would be going to Allison. But he hoped he would find him before anything could happen to the young girl.
Noah sat down with a grunt in the interrogation room watching the suspect do the same with his hands still cuffed behind him. “okay Mr. Hale, If you are innocent in all of this then let’s make this as simple as possible. I’m assuming you know the drill in these sorts of interrogations. I ask the questions you answer. Can we get started?” Derek nodded his head with a low Yes sheriff, like a kicked dog. “thank you.”
The sheriff opened up the coffee-coloured file switching on the small desk light that barely had a working bulb. Derek sat with a shaking leg eyeing the time with a deep sigh. “problem Mr hale.” Noah asked taking not of a deep sigh. “no sir just had a date with a really nice girl. I was surpassed to be there right about now.” Noah nodded his head feeling slightly saddened knowing there was a nice girl waiting alone for him possibly thinking she had been stood up. “sorry to hear that. Okay, where were you the night of the murder?”
“I was driving down to beacon hills to follow my sister. She had come down here for some reason. but she didn’t tell me what the reason was. I also wanted to check on my uncle in the hospital.”
“Does your sister have any contact details we can use to get a hold of her?” Derek took a big gulp of air taking the time to process he couldn’t say his sister was alive anymore. He knew he had to get over it quickly, there was too much to worry about to mourn. “that won’t be needed. She’s dead.” He stated holding the emotions waiting to spill from his body. “she is jane doe.” Noah quickly noted down his statement messaging his colleagues the new information so they could act on it. “so, you mean to tell me the legs we have in our morgue are your sisters? And you didn’t think to come to the police with this information?” the wolf rolled his fern green eyes the anger bubbling. “well, it’s not like you guys tracked down the last murderer of my family members. I wonder if it’s the same person that killed Laura that set the fire?”
The snide comment quickly shut Noah up remembering the hale fire like it was yesterday. The smell of burnt flesh would never leave his memory. “if I could go back and redo that entire case I would Derek, but I can’t. I’ve only got what the last sheriff has. But right now, Laura’s case deserves to be closed. Tell me what happened that night.” Derek leant back in his seat the clock ticking and ringing in his ear. He had definitely missed his date with (Y/N). he was gonna have to do something really big to apologise. “I stayed at the motel in town for the night I didn’t see the point in going to find her at night. I woke up the next morning and tried to call her cell, but she didn’t answer. I knew she would either be with our Uncle Peter or at our old house, so I went to the house first. I went for a walk around the woods, and I found two teenagers looking for an inhaler. I gave it to them and went on my way. Next thing I knew I was looking down at my chopped-up big sister on the ground. Like roadkill.”
Derek took a slow and deep breath taming the monster dripping out slightly. “I saw nobody else other than your annoying son and his even more annoying friend. I didn’t see anyone. I took her and I buried her. I assumed she got attacked by a mountain lion in the woods. Our mum always told us to not play in the woods alone. I guess she forgot the rules.” The sheriff finally finished taking notes circling in his own personal notebook to ground Stiles when he got off work. “well, Mr. Hale, I’m gonna need some DNA and ill have to keep you in overnight. Standard procedure. I’m sorry.”
As the other police took Derek to his cell for the night Noah continued inspecting his mobile phone. He skimmed through the few contacts noting his usual contact was the care facility in the hospital and the contact under the label Miss Williams. He clicked the contact number copying it number by number into his own phone before he put the phone to his ear his orbs shot up in shock. The contact had changed to (Y/N)’s saved contact. He quickly hung up.
(Y/N) sat worriedly, Dressed in her best clothes. a navy-blue velvet dress layered with multiple layers of blue, black fishnets and black boots. Her hair was up wrapped in a matching colour bandana and large constellation earrings dangling from her lobes. “another drink miss?” the bartender asked sensing the sadness radiating off the young woman. “no need I’m heading out.” She muttered paying her tab and quickly necking her shot. “if a guy comes in asking about me tell him to take a hike.” As she sauntered through the bar ignoring the catcalls and whistles from the drunk creeps she slammed the door with a sigh, forcing the tears back in her eyes.
(Y/N) finally made it home locking her front door, leaving Derek’s leather jacket inside her car in shame. She left used and played like a puppy on a lead following its owner. She knew she was new to romance, love and anything to do with dating. But she knew it wasn’t meant to feel like that. Like someone had stabbed a dagger through her heart and twisted it. she slumped down on the sofa grabbing hold of the surgical equipment by her coffee table with a grunt, she place the needle inside her skin sighing as she felt her blood oozing from the new wound.
She knew she had to stop sooner or later, but she had a duty, and it was a duty she was happy to do. for her family. It was a distraction. A big cloud over her head to mask the events of the night. (Y/N) looked towards the moonlight peaking between her voiles, the night sky finishing her state of bliss and within a minute of her head hitting the back of the furniture she drifted into a slumber, With no date in sight.
Friday, September 15th
Dressed in his lacrosse uniform Scott hung up his bookbag in his locker when his superhuman senses started flaring once again, allowing him to hear the various noises in the locker room with complete clarity. This included the sound of Jackson and another player whispering to each other, though their words were still difficult to make out to the wolf with the added sounds, such as the locker doors slamming shut and equipment thumping against each other. Scott turned to look at them to try to eavesdrop.
“ ...McCall...”
“ ...only defence...”
“ ...not McCall...”
Jackson looked over to see Scott looking at them, and Scott, feeling caught, looked back at his book bag and tried to keep their conversation out of his mind. He reluctantly grabbed his pads and sat on the bench to put on his shin guards, looking back over at Jackson and the others talking, only to be distracted by the sight of Stiles, who smiled when they make eye contact. “ You gonna try to convince me not to play?” he grumbled. “I just hope you know what you're doing...”
“If I don't play, I lose first line and Allison.” He interrupted. This statement made Stiles a little wound up, and he replied in a loud tone of voice. “Allison's not going anywhere... and it's one game that you really don't need to play.”
“I wanna play!” Stiles looked at him as though to say, "Really?" as Scott continued his rant of rage. “I wanna be on the team. I wanna go out with Allison. I want a semi-freaking normal life! Do you get that?” Scott, embarrassed by how dramatic he was being, looked down at the floor, and Stiles sighed before sitting down next to him on the bench, his knees facing the opposite direction from Scott's. “Just try not to worry too much while you're out there, okay?” Stiles considered his own words for a moment before adding onto them. “Or get too angry...”
“I got it.”
“Or stressed...”
“ Yeah, I got it.”
“Don't think about Allison being in the stands...” Scott looked up slightly as he began to actually think about Allison being in the stands, against Stiles' instructions. “or that her father's trying to kill you... or that Derek's trying to kill you... or the girl he killed... or that you might kill (Y/N)...” Scott looked at him with an offended expression, but Stiles was on a roll and didn’t immediately notice. “if a Hunter doesn't kill you first-“ Stiles finally saw the hurt and angry look on Scott's face and instantly ended that train of thought. “I'm sorry. I'll stop. Good luck...?”
As the bleachers filled with people (Y/N) followed Melissa down the steps eyeing teenagers and parents so she didn’t step on anyone or anything. “you know you still haven’t told me what happened last night?” Melissa spoke dropping her body down on a seat, hugging her coat for warmth against the bitter cold. “not much to tell I got ditched.” (Y/N) sighed joining her. “he seemed so sweet too. He fixed my car, took me for coffee heck he even called me the night before to make sure we were still on. Who the fuck does that to someone.” (Y/N) took a deep breath as the teams rushed out onto the field. “sorry I’m ranting when we should be watching Scott.” Melissa looked towards the goth girl; her painted eyes full of sorrow. “don’t be silly. Your hurt. I mean from what you told me he seemed like a catch.” She smiled lightly remembering his charming grin and forest scent. “yeah well… I guess it was all bullshit.” As the whistle blew for game on the two women turned towards the field.
“Set!” the ref blew his whistle, and the players set off into the first play of the game, with Jackson easily scooping up the ball and making his way down the field. Scott and the rest of the starting teammates followed him to back him up. Scott ran quickly down the field and held up his stick to indicate to Jackson that he was open for a pass, but instead, he passed.
on the bench, Stiles continued to anxiously gnaw on his lacrosse glove as he watched the game progress, groaning when Scott was clearly purposely ignored by his teammates. “Mm, come on!” ignoring Scott once again, each teammate passed to another player that was guarded rather than Scott, who was wide open; the player missed the catch, and a member of the opposing team caught it instead and ran in the opposite direction down the field, leaving a frustrated Scott holding his arms out in a huff... melissa looked at her only child worried. “I hope he’s okay.” (Y/N) muttered.
Beacon Hills managed to get the ball again, with a player catching the ball and passing it back to Jackson. However, Jackson slipped from concentration causing the ball to fall out of the net on his lacrosse stick. Scott's eyes widen in surprise when he saw the ball had fallen onto the grass nearby, and he realized he had a chance to grab it and actually participate in the game finally. However, Jackson clocked onto Scott’s plan making a B-line for the ball.
Just as Scott was about to reach the ball, Jackson caught up with him and shoved him aside hard so that he was able to regain possession of the ball once again. Scott hit the ground with enough force that he rolled across the field. Melissa gasped and covered her mouth with her hands in shock and sympathy as (Y/N) carried on watching with annoyance. It was clear the other teammates were bullying him on the field. and there was nothing either her or Melissa could do. Scott looked furious as he watched Jackson launch the ball into the net, scoring the first goal of the game. His goal.
The crowd in the bleachers started to stand and cheer, while Stiles watched apprehensively, afraid that the unfair treatment towards Scott would cause him to inadvertently shift on the field. Coach, however, was thrilled by the fact that they scored the first goal of the game and screamed from the side-lines, completely ignoring his job as a teacher to stop bullying. So, no different than usual. “That's it, Jackson! Get fired up! Fired up!” Jackson high-fived one of his fellow teammates when he caught Scott's eye from downfield and smirked, leaving Scott looking deflated. On the bench, Stiles saw this exchange and sighed deeply and dramatically before muttering under his breath “No...”
Lydia was excitedly cheering in the bleachers, and Allison was smiling and trying to keep up with the game as well. Lydia turned to Allison and grabbed her by the wrist as she tried to hype up her friend. She picked up a sign she made and had her new friend help her hold it up. The sign read "WE LUV U JACKSON" in black and red letters. A typical popular girl is mad for her asshole boyfriend. “WOOOOOO!” Scott saw Allison cheering Jackson on from the field and immediately got jealous, which didn’t escape Stiles' eyes. Stiles grimaced and muttered under his breath again. “Brutal...” Scott was staring at Allison with a look that seemed both betrayed and hurt, and Stiles immediately got a bad feeling, especially when he saw Scott grit his growing teeth and ran back onto the field. “Oh, this is not gonna be good...”
In the middle of the field, Jackson, Danny, and several other players are huddled together to whisper to each other. “Only to me,” Jackson ordered puffing his chest out like the top dog he portrayed himself to be. Danny scoffed, not understanding the point of this petty behaviour. But who was he to question his captain? “But what if he's open?” Jackson gave Danny a hard look as Scott eavesdropped on his plotting. “Who's the captain? You, or me?” Danny, wanting Jackson to see sense, pleaded with his best friend. “Jackson, come on, dude. I just wanna win-“
“We will win.” Danny continued to argue, but Jackson cut him off. ”What did I say?” Jackson got into Danny's face to emphasize his point. “Huh? What. Did. I. Say?” Danny, realizing Jackson was not going to budge and that they were wasting time, finally conceded to Jackson's demands and sighed. “Don't pass to McCall.”
Jackson thumped Danny hard in the chest with his gloved hand before they scattered to their various positions on the field. Scott was still standing several yards away from where they were huddled together, distracted by what he had just heard. After a moment, Scott's eyes flash gold, and he straightened his helmet with a determined expression before running to get into position. Scott crouched in position with his head down, a low growling noise coming out of his drooling mouth, where his fangs seem to be extended. The referee frowned in concern and confusion as he looked over to Scott. “You okay, kid?”
Scott, unable to talk out of fear of further transforming, simply nodded his head. Jackson caught their brief encounter and watched him curiously for a long moment, especially when the referee, who had walked to the centre of the field, turned back to give Scott one last confused look. A player from the other team looked at Scott warily from behind him, clearly disturbed by the low growling sound that continued to come from Scott's throat to the point where he backed up several paces to put some space between them. “what’s wrong with Scott?” (Y/N) muttered noticing everything that he was doing. The panting the grunting, his hot breath pooling around his helmet like he was on fire. “I have no idea.” Stiles wrapped his hands around his neck before anxiously rubbing his neck, becoming more unsure of his plan to allow Scott to play by the moment and wondering if maybe Derek might have been right to keep Scott off the field. he didn’t like admitting that.
Scott looked back over once again at his brown-eyed girlfriend, and even though it was obvious to everyone else that Allison was only holding the sign for Lydia, Scott's eyes flashed gold for a brief second before he clenched his jaw and returned his attention to the game.
“Down! Set!”
The players all got into position, and when the ref blew the whistle, the game began once again. Scott skilfully dodged the three players from the opposing team who tried to tackle him, keeping hold of the ball the entire time. Scott continued to duck, weave, and spin around the other players at a speed that is very quick for a human but not obviously supernatural. In the stands, Allison's eyes widened when she saw him prepare to shoot his shot, and the crowd went wild when Scott easily threw the ball into the goal. Melissa and (Y/N) jumped up and down excitedly. “YEAH!!!!!”
“McCall! Pass. To. McCall!” the coach shouted. On the field, Jackson was furious and clenched his jaw tightly, making it obvious that he was unhappy with the attention being on Scott. The referee stepped up to the two players in the standoff for possession of the ball “Set!” The ref blew his whistle, and the two players’ stalemate once snatched it. Unfortunately for the player, he got right into Scott's line of sight and was horrified when he saw Scott, whose eyes are blazing yellow of sunlight and fangs were out as he growled menacingly under his breath. Scared, the player weakly tossed the ball, which Scott caught easily, causing the team to cheer as he ran toward the Beacon Hills team's goal.
Stiles, still on the bench, continued to gnaw on the finger of one of his gloved hands when Coach, dumbfounded by this turn of events, sat down next to the buzzcut teen with a confused expression. “Did the opposing team just deliberately pass us the ball?” the teacher asked shocked. “Yes, I believe so, Coach.” Scott rushed down the field, ducking to avoid the blows from the opposing players and deftly zigzagging out of their way. Coach smiled wryly, though Stiles was still extremely anxious about how Scott seemed to be walking a very fine line in terms of controlling his lycanthropy. His mother and co-worker looked beyond confused the once stuttering, accident-prone boy was now racing through the field like a cheetah in the savannah.
Scott took his shot, throwing the ball so hard that it busted right through the net of an opposing player's lacrosse stick net and hit the goal like a blazing comet. The score was now 5-5 with thirty-nine seconds to spare in the final quarter. In the stands, everyone was standing and cheering with their arms in the air, and even Allison’s emotionless father couldn’t help but be impressed, especially when he saw how excited Allison was compared to her old nervous mousy self. But something didn’t seem right about the boy hopelessly in love with his little girl. Or maybe there was something about him that interested the secret hunter. “Goal! YES! YES! There you go!”
Suddenly, Scott looked panicked as he stood in the middle of the field, barely concealing the fact that his eyes are changing from chocolate to honey. “There you go, McCall!” The coach from the opposing team came over and lightly smacked Coach Finstock's shoulder with the back of his hand to get his attention, making it clear that he thought to think this last goal should count. Coach Finstock, exasperated, scoffed and argued against him waving his arms around. “What? The ball's in the net.” He laughed. Behind him, Stiles echoed Coach Finstock's sentiment. “Ball's in the net!” The coach blew his whistle; they agreed that the goal was fair. Scott, still panicking, got into position in the middle of the field as the referee once again set up the standoff between Jackson and a player from the opposing team. “Down!”
As Jackson and the other player locked eyes, the opposing player couldn’t help but question him. ”hey, what the hell's up with your teammate, man? What's he on?” Jackson frowned clearly unhappy about Scott's excellent performance despite his best efforts to keep him from having an active role in the game. He knew he was being challenged by the team. Scott was becoming the top dog and Jackson defiantly didn’t like this new dynamic. “I don't know...” Jackson considered his words and muttered a clarifying remark under his breath. “Yet.”
“Set!” Jackson and the opposing player crouch down to stand off for possession of the ball, which ended with the latter winning and running down the field. However, he accidentally dropped the ball, which Scott scooped up before running the other way. However, his vision turned crimson as the transformation into his Werewolf self took over, forcing Scott to use the very limited control he still had to try to keep himself away from the other players. he froze in place, unsure of what to do next as he growled under his breath at a volume that seemed to be steadily increasing. Stiles, who had been closely watching Scott the entire game, stood up to get a better look. “No, no... Scott, no, no!”
The clock showed that there were seventeen more seconds left in the game, and the opposing players were surrounding Scott like prey. Melissa had her hands clasped with (Y/N)’s both women muttering hopes for the teen. “Come on, come on, come on...” Behind her, Allison was also staring at her boyfriend intensely as she quietly cheered him on. “You can do it, Scott. You can do it, Scott.” Allison's murmured encouragement caused Scott's sensitive superhuman hearing to lock in on her. “You can do it, Scott...” Allison's voice seemed to bring Scott back to himself enough to realize that there were only seven seconds left in the game and counting.
The goalie seemed terrified by the sight of Scott staring at him with his intense buttery eyes, and just as two other players from the other team started rushing toward Scott from each side, Scott twisted at the waist and put all of his strength into tossing the ball toward the goal, which flew with such force that the goalie dodged it rather than trying to catch it. The referee blew his whistle just as the buzzer sounded, leading all of the supporters of the Beacon Hills Cyclones to leap to their feet and cheer ecstatically, thrilled to see the final score was 6:5 with Beacon Hills winning the game. All because of animal rage. Stiles jumped up with his arms raised in the air, “Yes! Ha!” Stiles lowered his arms and sighed in relief that the game managed to end in a win without Scott hurting or killing anyone. Jackson would have been fine but anyone else would have been very bad for the energetic teen.
“Oh, my God!” Scott was still standing in the middle of the field, seemingly dumbstruck by the fact that he had just won the game. he's finally brought himself back to reality when he suddenly dropped his stick with a clang. He stripped his right hand from his glove to find that, despite his eyes and teeth returning to normal, his fingernails were extending into claws, indicating that he was losing control once again. Not wanting to expose his secret to the crowd, he made a beeline toward the locker rooms.
excited to congratulate Scott on a job well done, Allison jumped down from the bench. She looked around in an effort to find him, and her smile dimmed slightly in confusion when she watched him running toward the school. her father, having just made it to the side-lines, stopped and watched with interest as Scott ran away, continuing to do so as Allison rushed after Scott to see what was going on, a suspicious and curious expression forming on his face.
Stiles was still seated on the bench, albeit by himself, as he continued to relax now that the danger of Scott turning and exposing himself as a Werewolf had seemingly passed. Hopefully. However, behind him in the now-abandoned bleachers, the sheriff was on the phone with someone. “Uh-huh.” Melissa and (Y/N) looked around for Scott confused about his disappearance. The young goth girl clutched her picnic basket full of celebratory goodies with a sigh. “stiles!” she called gaining the attention of the boy. “where’s Scott?” stiles shrugged his shoulders turning back to his father as he finished his phone call.
“Dad, what's wrong?”
Melissa and (Y/N) wandered back towards the car park still confused as to where Scott had gone. “don’t worry Mel, I’m sure he’s just out hiding with his new girlfriend.” She joked nudging her friend to try and make her smile. “oh god. I wanted him to come home with a trophy, not a pregnant teenager.” With a bright red blush forming (Y/N) shoved the baked treats into the nurse’s arms as she laughed. “don’t be silly. He’s a good kid and you know it. I’m gonna head home for the night.” Melissa nodded her head taking a sniff of the pastries and cakes. “at least save one for Scott.” She shouted as she walked towards her car with a giggle. As she bent down to unlock her car, a figure watched her from the stand, feeling the sadness radiating off her heart.
Derek couldn’t have felt more guilty about what he had done. If he had just trusted the police to do their job, he would have had the girl of his dreams smiling and laughing with him. now all he had was a heartbroken girl who he knew would not want to hear or see him for now. But he would come back. He couldn’t let her go. To him, she was a rare jewel. A diamond among glass. Her dark-coloured clothing and makeup covered a rainbow of personality inside her. but it also shadowed secrets he wanted to unveil. He slowly turned his attention back to the field as the captain of the winning team bent down to grab Scott’s abandoned glove. Derek’s shadowy figure spooked Jackson locking eyes with a serious stare and a panicked one staring back. The beta male pulled away from the field following the night mist into the woods.
The drive back to her home seemed longer than normal as the local radio dragged on. The news of the lacrosse win switched quickly to the weather, (Y/N) turned it up excitedly. “the next few days we expect a heavy thunderstorm to blow over beacon hills we recommend people stay inside and out the open fields. Other than that, enjoy the lightning and have a good night and we’ll be back at 6 am tomorrow.” (Y/N) smiled brightly at the news. As much as she hated electricity. The lightning would be a great distraction, from the dark-haired man she thought was the one.