Chapter Three

Second Chance at First Line

Part Two

While Scott was trying to get out of playing the game, I was sitting at home bored out of my skull. I still couldn't find a job, the house was spotless and I even went grocery shopping. Scott had even taken his bike to school, so I didn't need to worry about picking him up. If this was what it was like to be a housewife, then I think I'll pass.

After failing to pay attention to the movie I had put on, I huffed and went up to my room to change out of my pajamas. What I was planning on doing was probably stupid, but it needed to be done. We needed a game plan. Quickly I changed into a black long sleeve shirt, flared jeans and my black sneakers before heading outside.

Taking a deep breath, his scent easily filled my nostrils, giving me a heading.

Considering I didn't know his name, and that I was tracking him from a memorized scent, I should have brought my car. Especially since I found myself trekking through the woods twenty minutes later. This was probably one of the stupidest plans I have ever come up with.

His scent wasn't faint anymore, and I knew that I was getting closer. I just wasn't expecting to see the burnt out shell of a once ornate home.

Was he seriously living here?

"Hey Wolf-Man, you home?" I asked, not bothering to raise my voice. If he was here, then I knew that he could easily hear me. Wolf hearing and all that.

"What are you doing here?" came his deep voice.

"Well, for one, I'd like to know your name so I can stop calling you Wolf-Man" I tried to joke.

"Derek" was his response. Derek, I liked it.

"So I was thinking we could talk strategy" I said after a small moment of silence. He didn't answer though, he instead walked back into the house, leaving the front door open. Rolling my eyes, I followed him. "So we gunna talk or what?" I asked with a sigh.

"About?" was Derek's response.

"Seriously?" I rose a brow at him. "Scott needs to learn how to control his shift. I can't keep on chaining him up every full moon. He's gunna get out eventually" I stated.

"So what do you sugg..." but he was cut off by the sound of footsteps approaching the house. Scott, shit.

"Stay away from her!" I heard Scott yelling. "She doesn't know anything!"

No need to yell Scotty, we can hear you just fine. In an instant, Derek was outside. With a sigh, I followed him and sat on the crumbling stoop.

"Sammy, what are you doing here! With him!"

"Well, I'm a twenty one year old she-wolf who doesn't take orders from a pup, for one" I scoffed.

"Doesn't matter" Derek shot out, sending a silencing look in my direction. With a roll of my eyes, I listened. "How do you know for sure that she doesn't know anything?" Derek asked. "Do you think your little buddy Stiles can just Google werewolves and now you got all the answers, is that it?"

"Scotty, we're just trying to look out for you" I sighed, "If you shift on the field it's gunna be a world for bad news, for all of us."

"Your mom, all your friends. When they see you..." Derek trailed off for a moment before looking down and picking up Scott's lacrosse stick, his claws coming out and easily shredding the net. "Everything falls apart."

Derek distracted Scott by tossing the stick in the air. With my eyes on the older wolf, I watched as he came over to me and grabbed my arm, taking me with him.

"Get in" he told me when we walked over to a shiny black camaro.

"Where are we going?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I'm taking you home, now get in." As the engine roared to life, I rolled my eyes and slid into the passenger seat.

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It had been a few hours since Derek dropped me off. Scott had gotten home not to long after I did and went straight up to his room, even ignored me when I told him that I was making spaghetti and meatballs for dinner. I got the impression that he wasn't too happy to find me at Derek's house earlier.

Melissa texted me on her break, letting me know that she wouldn't be home until later in the night. Which was fine, I would just put the leftovers from dinner in a tupperware for her. I'm sure my aunt would enjoy a home cooked meal after a long day.

I was in my bedroom when I heard the front door open, then close, before footsteps pounded up the stairs and all the way to Scott's room.

"What did you find? How did you find it? Where did you find it? And, yes, I've had a lot of Adderall, so–" Stiles, rolling my eyes I went back to organizing my room. I wasn't interested in whatever teen drama my cousin and his friend were involved in.

"I found something at Derek Hale's." Well that certainly caught my attention.

Quietly, I walked over to my door and leaned against the wall, listening in to the conversation. Scott didn't know how to hone in his hearing yet, so I wasn't too worried that he would catch me eavesdropping. I didn't even need to leave my room to hear their hushed whispers. God I loved being a wolf.

I listened as Scott told the spastic human about the blood scent at Dereks. And how he thinks the older wolf had been the one to kill the girl in the woods. He didn't, that much I knew for certain. Yes, I had caught the same scent that Scott had. But there was something more than that. I just had no clue what it was.

Dinner was just about finished when the boys were done plotting the incarceration of an innocent wolf. And of course, while the three of us sat at the dinner table, I had to pretend that I didn't hear them talking. I had to pretend that I didn't see the looks that the two boys shared.

Scott thought that if Derek was put in jail for the murder, he could play his lacrosse game. It was a stupid idea. Because even if Derek was the one who had bit Scott, locking up the wolf wouldn't solve anything.

Honestly, it would probably make everything worse. Derek was the only one who could teach Scott some semblance of control. I knew from the moment I met him that the older wolf was born a werewolf. Unlike me and Scott. We were bitten, and I was lucky that I had the control that I did.

Putting Derek in jail wasn't good for anyone. And there was nothing I could do about it.

AN: So Sam feels like a stalker, lol. But can you blame her? Having to follow Derek's scent all through town just to find him?

Scott is, like, good guy extraordinaire, always trying to do the right thing. Which is all well and good, but he needs someone to stand up against him (for the most part) on certain things. That's where Sam comes in.

I wanted Sam's character to sort of contradict Scott in a way. I've read so many Derek/OC stories that have the OC back Scott 100%, but still goes around with Derek and stuff, especially when season 2 comes around. I wanted Wolf Mate to be different. I mean, obviously Sam is gunna have her cousin's back on certain things. But she knows more about the werewolf world than Scott does, obviously. Honestly I want her to just lay it all out for Scott, tell him what's what... but then there wouldn't be much of a story now would there? lol

Coming Up Next On Wolf Mate: Second Chance At First Line: Part Three: Sam gives Derek some reassurance and insults Scott. Scott plays a game he was told to skip, and learns a portion of the truth. So come back next week to see what happens next!

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