To a human, it would look like Scott takes the news in great, but Stiles isn't one anymore and can see the way his hand twitches slightly, how his heart races. His mouth opens and closes a few times before he manages to utter, "We have gotta tell Derek about this." It looks like he's trying to pull the words back or will them to disappear, because he knows that was the worst thing to say as Stiles lunges, hand gripping his shoulders. Stiles doesn't even try to retract his claws, because Scott is a wolf and can take it.
"No." He says firmly, voice calm. "Nobody will be told unless by me, or authorized by me." Scott nods, shaking slightly. Stile's hadn't meant to sound so cold. So much like Derek. He released Scott and backed away, hands dropping to his sides. As Scott visibly relaxes, he lets a smile slide to his face slowly. Since Scott knows, maybe he could help with chaining him up? Then again, Scott probably couldn't tie up a stuffed animal, let alone his best friend.
"So...I don't have an anchor." He states plainly. Scott's eyes meet his own, and Stile's can see that the info he let out has made him remember the full moon. "I need help to restrain me. I haven't ever felt one before...and I'm an..." Even when he explained the story, he couldn't manage to say the word. He chokes it out, his voice a small whisper. "...alpha." He startles violently when his door opens and his fathers head peaks around it. He hadn't even heard him coming up the stairs towards them due to the tension of the situation, and from the way Scott jumps he guesses that he didn't either.
His dad doesn't notice how stiff they are and just talks. "The boys at the station need me, they have some delusional homeless man going on about how he saw some monster eating a deer. He won't stop, and is frantic about it so they need me to help deal with it. Just do what you do, and I'll be back...later." Even though Stile's has the chills, and thinks he's going into shock, he can manage a curt nod. His father just raises a brow and slowly shuts the door, the sound bouncing around the room. As Stiles regains feeling in his body, he can hear the engine of their car start, and slowly fade away. Atleast his father hadn't heard anything they had said before. Stiles head turns to Scott and he lets out a slow breath. "Do you think it was one of the others?" Scott nods. "Yeah, Isaac usually hunts before the full moon so his munchies are lessened." Stiles can't help but chuckle. "Cool."
The crunching of feet over leaves is heard, but he disregards it as someone walking by. There's suddenly a knock at his front door, and both their heads snap to the side, as though they can see through his own. The person walking by doesn't seem very important anymore as he pulls his room door open, eyes drawn over the railing and to his front entrance. He can't scent anything threatening, but he still walks down the stairs carefully, the wolf inside on it's haunches. As he approaches the door, he stops and feels a growl work it's way up his throat as the door knob turns slowly. It's thrown open and Scott manages to yell "Stiles!" Just as a hurling mass explodes through the opening, and lunges at him. He can feel something sharp around his neck, and opens his eyes that he didn't realize he had closed.
He's looking up into ghostly eyes that are filled with the raging inferno of a volcano, and Stile's almost curls in on himself. The boy manages to bark out, "You! Why you? Did you kill him!" A demand for an answer, instead of a question. Clawed fingers tighten threateningly. The guy is sent flying as Scott reaches them, and crashes into the male, launching him off Stiles. The couch flips over as the wolf fly's into it , but there's no damage so that's a plus. Stile's gets up and can see Scott going into attack mode, but he manages to snarl. "Watch it!" Scott doesn't move out of his position, but he doesn't lunge either so that's good. The other male is getting up,and Stile's is getting real tired of this bullshit so he turns and lets out a growl that could rival Derek's. "Sit the fuck down." Surprisingly the stranger obeys, and when he turns to Scott he lets out a groan because goddammit Scott is on the floor and he looks sheepish as he stands.
Stile's wants to face-palm, but he won't to save Scott even more embarrassment. Slowly, he turns towards the werewolf who now has his head down, fist clenched on his lap. "What's your name." He asks softly. The male brings his head up, fangs still out and eyes golden. "Joey." He spits out. "I came to find my alpha."
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