Chapter Two:
"You want to believe that there's one relationship in life that's beyond betrayal. A relationship that's beyond that kind of hurt. And there isn't." - Caleb Carr
Amber orbs gazed back at me restlessly, begging - yearning for an answer. An answer that I didn't have. A slop of golden curls landed on my lap, startling me out of the trance-like state. An annoyed grunt came from the seat adjacent - the seat that Scott glared from, irritated at the lack of attention he was suddenly getting as my fingers carded themselves through Isaac's hair. The younger hummed and little grumbled growls rumbled from his chest, and for the most part he didn't seem to care that he'd just interrupted Scott from convincing me to lie to my dad - again, might I add - and say that I was going to be with him at his house. The plan was simply so Scott had an alibi so he could spend time macking on his girl. "It's not happening, Scott. You know that tonight is my dad's only night off - and it's movie night. I'm not doing it, I'm sorry bro." I sighed in response to the wolf's sharp glare.
"Then have your movie night next week!" He snapped back, amber eyes blazing as wolfed-out hands curled into fists. Isaac's own growls grew louder, but those weren't directed at me. No, those growls would never be directed at me.
"Make your date night some other night, Scott. I won't do it." It hurt to have to tell him now - but lately all Scott ever wanted was to be around her. Well, I wanted to be around my dad. "Hey, Isaac, can you go get that list Erica made?" I hummed, patting the boy's head. He bounced out of my lap and sauntered into the kitchen to look for the shopping list.
"Do it Stiles, or else," now that made me pause. I felt my eyes widen and my jaw drop. "Or else... or else I'll tell him everything. I'll tell your dad about us. We'll see how many movie nights you have then!" The selfish snarl coming from the Beta's throat made me want to cringe and curl into a ball. "I'll be at your house at five." And then he was gone. He stalked out the door and was gone.
"Scott threatened you?" Chris' voice broke me out of my memory. I merely nodded, leaning back against the seat and clenching my eyes shut. "I don't understand," he confessed, "Scott was devastated when I got there. If he was acting like this - why did he care?"
"He didn't care..." I whispered, rolling my head so it would lean against the cool glass of the window. "Allison got bit," I confessed after a moment's pause. "Scott bit her - that's why he was so upset." My thoughts suddenly turned back to Isaac. The boy would be terrified right now, probably hiding away in my room at the Hale 'manor.' I should be with him - but Derek would be heading back by now. He probably had Allison and Scott with him, probably Jackson too. Peter might have been in the mix as well, though it was hard to tell with the elder.
"You're s-"
"I'm sure," I cut him off. "I saw him bite her. I saw the way she looked relieved too. She's glad to be a werewolf. Maybe the bite won't take though. I hope it doesn't," I confessed again. In the beginning I liked her - Allison was always nice enough, always gave me a warm smile. But then she went through her psycho Kate phase where she tried to kill all of my wolves. I knew my words probably hurt the father. I knew I probably hit a sore spot talking about the Bite considering he'd killed his wife over having her turn.
"I see... Do you know who the Omega was?" I could tell he was trying to change the topic, and I couldn't blame him. "Do you know what he wanted, if he wanted anything?" He added as an afterthought. I shook my head.
"You know Scott is going Rogue? I read about it in one of the books Peter loaned me. "Or well, it's actually called a Vargulf, but that's just Norse for Rogue Wolf. Do you know what a Rogue wolf is? It's a wolf who kills much, but eats little. At the time this caused issues with farmers and herders, and obviously hunters too. So, they'd hunt the wolves down, though it's hard to tell which wolf is mad, so there were hundreds of innocent wolves slaughtered, and sometimes the Vargulf never was. Anyways, when they killed the wolf, they'd hang the pelt their children's rooms - suppose to give the kids some gifts or something like that." I knew I was rambling. I knew Chris probably knew all of this. But it was enough, and he seemed to understand this.
"Why do you think Scott is a Ro... a Vargulf?" The words sounded strange on his lips and I frowned, turning my head to look at him. Chris seemed to be confused at the word and I couldn't help but chuckle. Hunters now-a-days probably didn't need to know the Norse Word for a Rogue, but oh well. "That's a mighty accusation, Stiles. It can get him killed, or worse." That's the funny thing, isn't it? The fact that there's always something worse than death.
"He's losing control more often. Not a crime, I know. Scott loosing control is dangerous. If Scott loses control, he likes to run. Lately he's been coming back with small game. Also not a crime - but no one is allowed to touch the animals. It's his he always says when I've tried to cook the meat, just so the animals don't go to waste. Derek knows what's happening, and he's trying to help - but I don't think even he can help him at this point. I don't want Scott dead. I'd never wish death on anyone - but he needs help. Scott will kill someone else if he doesn't get the help he needs." I was condemning my 'best-friend' and I knew it, but the werewolf did need help. Help that would fix him and change him - maybe it would calm him back down and offer him other outlets. Maybe he could get better and things could go back to the way they use to be, though I doubt that very strongly, but it was a nice thought.
"I'll see what I can do," Chris whispered back, a sigh immediately following his words. The sudden purr of the engine shook the vehicle briefly before we were on the move. Trees raced by for a good ten minutes before civilization became apparent. "You can stay with me for the night. Tomorrow we'll talk more," were the last words I heard before everything faded to black. Unconsciousness took hold of me, clutching at my mind and dragging me deeper and deeper into the darkness until I could see nothing, I could hear nothing, I could feel nothing...
