The Coven

Chapter 2

Stiles sat in his economics class feeling Scott's eyes in his back.
He turned in his chair facing Scott. "What?" Stiles asked looking straight in the pup's brown eyes.

"Well, I just want to know how you did it." Scott said.

"Did what?" Stiles really thought that Scott believed him, but clearly he didn't.

"How you can lie to me even though your heart doesn't skip a beat or anything."

"I guess if my heart didn't skip a beat, I didn't lie. Don't you think?"

Scott narrowed his eyes, thinking about the words, it was the most logical explanation, but he still had his doubts. He shook his head lightly. "If you say so, Stiles. But I am your best friend, I trust you, and I hope you trust me too."

Great he's playing the best friend card, Stiles thought.

"I trust you too, bro."

"Good." Scott said with a small smile.

"Mr. Stilinski, Mr. McCall, I sincerely hope I don't interrupt your tea party but I would like to continue teaching the rest of the class." Coach Finnstock said.

"Sorry." Stiles and Scott muttered in unison.

As the final bell of day rang Stiles made his way to his locker, taking out books he had the next day and checking his schedule for any assignments he had. Closing his locker he jumped when Scott was standing next to him.

"Goddamnit Scott! Why can't you be like any other normal teen our age and not be all serial killer wolf?" Stiles hissed through his teeth clenching his shirt over his heart.

"Sorry, I thought you heard me." Scott said apologetically.

"Well I didn't. Now, do you want a ride home?" Stiles asked still a little freaked by what happened.

"Yeah, thanks bro. I can leave my bike at school and get a ride tomorrow morning, right?" Scott asked with hope in his eyes.

Stiles chuckled "Sure, lazy dog," Stiles said walking past Scott, "now heel."

Scott huffed, walking next to Scott "I hate those dog jokes. Don't make me be like Derek and threaten to rip your throat out."

"Nah, you're too cute." Stiles said pinching Scott's cheek.

"Fuck you, Stiles."

"Love you too bro."

Scott followed Stiles to his Jeep and got in, keeping a watching eye on his best friend. Scott thought the car had a weird scent to it. Like…smoke. "Stiles?" Scott asked.

"Hmm?" Stiles hummed, his attention on the road.

"Did something burn in your car? Like paper?" Scott said shifting in his seat to get a better look at Stiles.

Stiles stiffened, brain racing to think of a lie. He really thought his teleporting from this morning had already lost its scent but he forgot Scott's enhanced senses. "No, not that I know of. Maybe it's Derek's scent. Wouldn't think it would be too strange considering he lives in a burnt down house. And don't you dare tell Derek I just said that!" Stiles added in a panic.

"No, I won't dude, chill. And yeah, I guess you're right about his scent. It really is kind of smoky. We should really get him some air fresheners or something."

They both laughed at the comment.

They were riding for twenty minutes when Stiles turned the corner and was at Scott's house.

"Thanks again for the ride dude. I owe you one." Scott said smiling at his best friend.

"No problem, and next time try not kill Jackson on the school's parking lot. Try the locker room next time."

"I'll try and remember it. See ya in the morning. Don't forget to pick me up!"

"I won't. See ya."


Scott waved Stiles off and waited outside to make sure his car was out of site before going to Derek.

As soon as Stiles' car was out of sight and hearing Scott sprinted towards Derek hoping he had some answers. It felt like Scott was flying and before he knew it he was standing on the open field in front of the burnt down house.

"Derek!" the pup called out. "Derek I know you're there!" Scott sighed annoyed at the older male that ,he thought, almost loved playing these games. "Dere-"

"God, you're so annoying. You whiny little bitch." Derek said standing behind Scott leaning against a tree.

Scott spun around and looked at the older male with amusement. "You just made a – if I may add bad – dog joke. Are you becoming Stiles?"

"What the hell do you want Scott?" Derek hissed. He hated when the pup wouldn't cut to the chase and kept hogging his time. He had better things to do. Like surviving from those damn Argents.

"We need to talk about Stiles. I think he is hiding something big from us. Like he's-not-human big…I don't know how to explain this but-" Scott was cut off by a very angry Derek who apparently didn't like people to take their time to try and make a coherent sentence.

"Just say it already!" Derek yelled, causing the birds to flee the area surrounding them.

"Okay! Geez…this morning when I was at school, Stiles was almost hit by Jackson. Jackson came out his car yelling that Stiles should watch out, and Stiles yelled he should watch out. I heard Jackson's heartbeat rising and I knew something would go down so I told Allison and Lydia I would meet up with them inside. Then I ran up to Stiles and I was just on time on catch Jackson's fist from connecting to Stiles' nose. I was so mad that he would hit Stiles. I was so mad, Derek. I couldn't help it but," the younger boy couldn't look at Derek, not after he'd been told over a thousand times he should control his anger and therefor his shift, "but I almost shifted in front of him." He could hear the older wolf growl low and threatening.

"How many times have I told you to control your anger! Damn it, Scott. You could get us all killed with your temper! I should r-" Derek was angry – no pissed at Scott. How could Scott be so stupid?

"Rip my throat out," Scott said wanting to continue his story, "I know but that's not it. When I couldn't calm down Stiles put his hand on my shoulder and…it was like he chained my wolf…Stiles stopped my shift."

Derek gave Scott a sarcastic look as if the boy was going mental.

"Derek, I'm serious! Stiles stopped my shift!"

Derek knitted his brows together in thought.

"If, and I mean this very lightly, but if you are right…we could have a big problem." Derek said looking at the trees that were next to him, trying to avoid Scott's eyes.

"Derek…if you say big…what do you mean? Do you confront him or something?" Scott asked trying to look in Derek's eyes.

"No," Derek said shaking his head lightly, "we would need to kill him." Derek said little above a whisper looking in Scott's eyes.

Scott couldn't even move, couldn't even talk. He was too stunned to even blink.

He had to kill Stiles?


A/N: Chapter 2 up. I already wrote this story until chapter 6 so I guess chapter three will be up somewhere next week.

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