It was two weeks later and Stiles was buzzing with all the new things Ashley had taught him. Ashley and Deaton were amazed at the progress he had made with his magical studies. Stiles felt bad for his pack though because he had agreed no more secrets after the whole witch episode and now he had a few secrets again. But he pushed the guilt aside as he remembered that tonight was a pack meeting and movie night at the Hale house. The Hale house felt like the right place to meet since it was such a strong connection to all the werewolves past and present, but even though Derek put his best efforts into it you had to admit it was a bit of a fixer-upper. If Stiles had his way it wouldn't stay that way for long. He had all the information he needed from Cora since Derek asked too many questions.
"Stiles?", called Scott. Stiles jumped out of his entranced state and looked at him, "What?"
"Mr. Stillinski you are in English class", roared his English teacher Ms. Forest. "Mr McCall was trying to get you to answer my question."
"I'm sorry, I dropped off for a moment listening to your voice. It's a great voice but I'm sorry could you repeat the question?" smiled Stiles.
"How about I ask you another?" She smiled back dangerously. "How would you like detention?"
"I'd love that, shall we say today after school and call it a date?" bantered Stiles. The class groaned at his cheek but Scott laughed.
"Detention then tonight for you and Mr McCall who obviously thinks it's funny." Scott groaned and looked back at the book they were supposed to be reading.
"Friday night detentions suck you know" Stiles shot at Ms. Forest. "Well at least you have company. Now I am not taking detention tonight so the coach will be along in a minute to watch you. Have a nice weekend. And don't forget the homework." Ms. Forest waved at them as she turned out the door.
"So", Scott began as soon as she was out of earshot. "I texted the others and they know we will be late due to detention." He stopped noticing his best friend stiffen in his seat. Stiles eyes were glowing green and he spoke in a voice that wasn't his own. "Werewolves", he said then gave himself a shake.
"That's cool. So what do you think coach will have us do?" asked Stiles. "Hold up Stiles", Scott said. "What was that just now? What did you mean when you said 'werewolves'?" Stiles looked at him confused.
"Man I was talking to you when you suddenly had glowing eyes and said in a strange voice 'werewolves'.
"I have no idea what you are talking about man." Scott could see Stiles was telling him the truth. He didn't smell guilty and his heart didn't skip a beat. Hold up a minute. Scott could only hear his own heartbeat and the coach's as he entered the room.
"It would have to be you two losers wouldn't it. Okay well I don't want to hang around this evening so if your teacher asked you helped sort out the sports equipment now off you go. Get out of here." The coach turned and left the room.
"Scott can you believe our luck?" Stiles turned to see his best friend frowning at him. "Stiles how come I can't hear your heartbeat anymore?" he asked. Shit! Only Derek had realised something was up so far. "It's nothing" Stiles replied a little too quickly. He saw Scott pause as something else occurred to him. Crap! He also found out about the smell that was missing.
"Stiles, I can't smell you either", Scott began to look concerned so Stiles caved. "Yeah man are you slow much?", he laughed. "You're one of the two werewolves I hang around the most and it took you two weeks to notice. Really? Derek realized after a couple of hours. Of course it was the first minute or so I was around him." Scott's concern turned to confusion.
"Okay let me break it down for you. Remember Jackson's comment on how mages smelt bad?" Scott nodded. "Well after that I decided to do what the witch was doing. I cloaked my sent and my heartbeat from you guys."
"But why?" asked Scott. "Cos you all sniffing me and being able to smell my emotions was gross and freaking weird. My heartbeat gave me away when I my emotions didn't so I hid them both. And no before you ask I ain't undoing it." Scott closed his mouth as he had just been about to ask just that.
"No Scott stop pestering me. I am not going to. You whined all the way here and the answer is still no." Stiles walked right through the front door of the Hale house and into the living room like he owned the place.
"Hey guys", Allison thrilled. "I thought you had detention." "We did", answered Stiles "but the coach let us go early."
"So what are you two arguing about?" Jackson interrupted. "Cos Scott is stinking the place up with anger and frustration." Before Scott could answer Stiles turned to Derek and said "He knows." Derek just groaned and looked at Scott. "I'll tell you what it is about", fumed Scott. "Stiles is cloaking his heartbeat and smell from us." The werewolves looked to Stiles and he shrugged. "Ah, I hadn't noticed" Issac responded. "Neither had Scott or the rest of you until now", pointed out Derek.
"Look it's not a big deal. It stops Jackson's whining, stops my frustration at your overpowered freaking senses so it's a win win for the pack. Just drop it like I told Scott to." Derek spoke again before anyone else could, "I'd leave it if I were you. I have been trying to convince him to undo it for two weeks but he won't."
"It's his choice" Lydia commented. "WEREWOLVES", repeated the voice Scott had heard back in the detention room. This time everyone turned to Stile's as he said it. His eyes stopped glowing and he shook himself again.
"Are you just working that out honey?" asked Cora. "You spend all this time and just worked it out, that's some achievement."
"What was that?" Allison asked standing up. "I don't know he did the same thing at school during detention", Scott answered. "But he had no idea why. He didn't even remember doing it."
"Um actually I know this time Scott. It's sort of like Lydia's sensing dead bodies talent. A new pack of werewolves have arrived in Beacon Hills."
"How can you know that?" asked Lydia. "Lydia darling", Stiles voice dripped with sarcasm "how can you find the dead bodies?" She glared at him then turned away.
"Have you got anything else for us man?" Scott asked. "Three", answered Stiles immediately. How did he know there were werewolves in Beacon Hills apart from his pack? And how did he know there were three? "That is all I can tell you."
"Right, well unless they come to us or harm anyone let's forget we know about them. They probably have nothing to do with the Nemeton since we have met plenty of wolves before now", Scott decided. "So let's just continue our evening as planned. Any pack business?"
"Umm, not to be a pain in the arse-", started Stiles. "You are a pain in the arse Stiles but go ahead", Derek laughed at him. Jackson laughed too, "We don't want to know what happens in the bedroom." Derek just growled at him and blushed. Jackson got a cut on his cheek and yelped. Stile's eyes stopped glowing as he started again, "Jackson that's not appropriate and hell we have only been dating a couple of weeks. As I was saying Deaton has suggested that I inform you of my personal developments so the pack has an idea of my abilities in case they should be needed."
"Wait what are you saying? You have already advanced further with your magic?" Issac blurted out before shutting his mouth.
"Yes Issac. I have been studying certain abilities with Ashley that he thought would help me with control since they regulate my magic. That means I use them all the time subconsciously", he said for a few people seemed not to grasp what he was saying.
"So what are they? Tell us", cried Allison excited to know more.
"Well you may have noticed not many accidents like when Jackson first angered me so we can consider them an unrivalled success." Stiles paused for breath again because he wasn't sure of the response he would get. "It's okay man, come on share with us" Scott pleaded.
"Well the wolves among you can smell emotions except mine now but they won't be the only one to know what you are experiencing as I have developed the ability of empathy." Scott and Issac looked so lost it was almost funny. "It means what you feel I can feel too."
"Okay. That's um great. You said you had more than one right. What's the other?" Cora smiled reassuringly.
"Just don't freak out okay." Stiles looked around for nods but they all just continued to stare at him. Deciding to get it over with he blurted out "I am also now telepathic. Again for those who don't understand the big words it means I know what you are thinking." He looked at the mixed emotions around him as he felt them too. Derek looked scared at the idea and that made him smile, Allison and Lydia both just look stunned.
"So right now you can hear inside our heads?" Jackson asked.
'Yeah, Jackson that's how it works you arse'. "Don't you dare call me an arse Stillinski." Everyone looked round at Jackson. "Jackson, Stiles didn't say anything", Scott said. Stile's cracked up after smirking at him for a minute. Tears of laughter running down his face Stiles managed to cry "Actually Jackson is right I did call him an arse. I can also speak directly to your minds." 'Hello there guys.'But don't worry these won't impact you too much. They run in the background of my brain unless I focus on them or you are experiencing some serious emotions I probably won't even register them."
