Time for some Peter action(which you will hopefully enjoy) and Scott having a random moment of genius. Sorry this took so long. Got stuck amusing the energizer bunny(my nephew) and his little sister for a weekend. Then spent hours catching up on Walking Dead so I could see the finale, which was totally INSANE!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot idea.
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Peter Hale loped through his family's property with elation he hadn't felt in years. Nearly six years' worth of being trapped within his own mind in that damned wheelchair had prevented him from feeling the full moon in all its glory and he would not be missing another one if he could prevent it. To those that had years of experiencing the effects of a full moon and curbing the urge to kill, the heavenly body gave an adrenaline rush like no other as long as the werewolf stayed in complete control. He didn't have the chance enjoy it fully the month before as the man spent most of it keeping a watchful and worrying eye on his cub. Tonight was not only the start of his renewed sense of freedom but also the night he began his venture towards giving his family the peace they deserved.
Tricking Garrison Myers, an ex-insurance investigator who wrote off the mass murder of his family an accident due to a pay-off by the Hunters, into a meeting was almost child's play. His dear nurse Jennifer, the Harley Quinn to his Joker as his comic book fanatic of a niece would put it, was a rather twisted but ingenious hacker who easily got into his employer's phone account and sent a text to show up at Beacon Hills High. Peter shook his head at the idiocy of texting and people's belief that it was always the right person on the other end. Mr. Myers was about to find out how wrong that belief was.
Figuring it was close to the rendezvous time, the Alpha halted his running and let out a piercing howl and waited for his cub to show. Not ten minutes later, the familiar buzz of pack started and Scott showed up in only a pair of shorts and fully shifted. Peter almost whimpered at the essentially empty look in his young Beta's eyes. It saddened him to no end that he had to force control over Scott but hopefully after tonight there would be no need should everything go as planned. There quite a bit of self-control on his part not to shift back to his human form and pull the boy into an embrace but he reigned the feeling in. If things didn't go as plotted out then he couldn't risk Scott being able to remember and revealing his identity to Derek. None of that of course stopped him from nuzzling into the cub's cheek affectionately.
Pleasantries out of the way, Peter let out another howl and raced off towards his and Garrison's meeting point, his protégé keeping up with his pace without difficulty.
The school quickly came into view and the wolf-man could already hear Myers' voice calling out for someone. Fear was already apparent by the tremble in his voice. His terror truly sweetened what Peter was about to do. A light jump over the surrounding fence and the duo were standing before a maze of yellow buses. Peter jerked his head right and gave out a growling command, sending Scott into the maze one way while he went another. Myers was getting impatient and more afraid by the second so Peter decided to have a little fun with his soon to be prey.
"Garrison Myers," he called out, his gravelly voice echoing all around.
"Wh-Who's there?" the frightened man shouted, his heartbeat pounding away at Peter's ears.
"Former insurance inspector suspected of fraud for his inspection of the Hale House Fire. They couldn't have kept you on even if you were innocent, could they? Too much liability. But we both know the truth, don't we Garrison?" he continued, drawing ever closer to his target until the Alpha was basically right on top of Myers without the man even knowing.
"How do you know-"
"All of this? Easy." Peter crept close until he was right next to the man's ear. "I was there."
The older man's screams were music to his ears as he turned to stare at his monstrous visage. A simple swipe of his claws and the little man was bleeding from the chest. The wound would ooze decently but was nowhere near deep enough to kill him. The Alpha planned to make sure the filth before him suffered, if only a fraction of what he truly deserved. Garrison seemed to be in shock as he looked down at the crimson liquid spreading across his chest and palmed the scratch with both hands, smearing blood all over them. He couldn't have his new friend's mind shutting down now could he? Not when there was so much fun to be had.
A thunderous roar to the face brought Myers back to the thinking world and he immediately took off. The poor fool didn't even have the mind to keep running and simply tried to open the latch to a bus's emergency back door. Peter lazily walked up behind the man and with a casual flick of his arm, sent Garrison nearly flying through the tempered glass window and scratching up his face as he slid down the metal. Myers was a bit more resilient than he'd figured as he was up on his feet and finally managed to get the latch turned and climbed inside before slamming the door shut behind him. Peter could have calmly traipsed to the front of the yellow vehicle and slide open the side door but then he noticed Scott, standing statuesque near the door and came to a wonderful conclusion that would at last involve the cub. Another howl had the Beta stalking forward and snapping the locking bar as he opened the door. There was a loud cry of terror as Garrison noticed his protégé letting him know it was time to up the fright factor. Peter stood to his full height and made sure his red eyes connected with Myers's terrified ones before sinking his claws through the top corner and began to slowly pull. The metal made a terrible grinding noise as it gradually bent out of shape. By the time Peter finally opened the door, the inside of the vehicle stunk of overwhelming fear.
"Garrison. Garrison. Garrison. You should have known your crime would eventually come back to haunt you. It was merely a matter of time."
"Please! I didn't mean for things to happen like this! I-"
"Cease your lies, Worm!?" the werewolf roared angrily as he advanced down the aisle.
As soon as Peter was within reach, he picked up the tiny man and tossed him forward making his body bang roughly between the seats like a pinball. No longer amused with torturing Myers, the wolf-man grabbed his victim's ankle and began to drag him to finish the job, the little retch pleading for his life the whole way. Suddenly, the man became harder to move and when Peter looked up, he found Scott holding onto Garrison's arm trying to stop him from completing his revenge. It would seem his young friend was fighting for control. Though he would loathe doing it, the child needed to learn that an Alpha's orders were to be obeyed and only questioned when it put the pack at risk. Peter's wolf wanted to make sure the boy remembered his place with a wound that would last for weeks but that would go against his need for secrecy. His swipe may have splashed a decent amount of blood over a seat and spots along the wall but the scratch was shallow enough that it would slowly heal by morning. The Hale had to harden his heart as he felt Scott's fear and barked out an order to leave, clean himself up and fall back asleep as if nothing had happened.
"Now where were we, Mr. Garrison."
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"So you killed her?" Stiles Stilinski asked as they enter the school building for another eight hours of forced imprisonment.
There were times Scott liked his best friends bluntness, loved it even as his own thick headedness got in the way sometimes and Stiles always made thing easier for him to understand. This however was not one of those times as he seemed utterly casual about the new werewolf's slaughter dream of chasing down and killing Allison on a bus.
"I don't know. I just woke up. I was sweating like crazy and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before…" Scott rushed out, trying to convey all the uneasiness the nightmare had left behind.
"Really? I have. Usually ends a little differently though…"
And now things were awkward because Stiles internal filter decided to take a vacation again.
"A) I meant I've never had a dream feel that real before and B) never give me that much detail of you in bed again!"
Seriously, Scott had always had a rather vivid imagination that still remained constant even now. Crap like that left some pretty horrible images in his mind!
"Noted. Let me take a guess here though-"
Scott quickly interrupted him. It was obvious what was running through his friend's erratic mind and he had come to the same reasoning as well. The nightmare was a warning of what the werewolf could do if he went out with Allison. His first real chance at a date and he has a chance of ripping her to shreds. Stiles, of course, tried to deny it but a look from him made the spaz word vomit that he agreed one hundred percent. Stiles tried to console him with the fact that he was handling everything 'pretty freaking amazingly' considering there was no 'Lycanthropy for Beginners' class he could take. The McCall would have pointed out that Derek was going to teach him when he finally got whatever it was he was doing done, which he hoped was soon, but he didn't feel like having the 'Are we seriously trusting him?' conversation for the hundredth time.
"Maybe it was just a dream. Exactly how real did it feel?" Stiles asked, trying to be optimist for a change.
"Like it actually happened," Scott answered quietly, failing to keep Dream Allison's screams from ringing in his ears.
The werewolf needed some fresh air and headed straight for the double doors at the end of the hall. They stepped through the metal gateway and right into his nightmare. There were bloody hand prints everywhere and the door bent unnaturally with claw marks in the metal. He looked to his friend completely terrified.
"I think it did," Stiles muttered out in shock.
Scott immediately started trying to text Allison, praying to whatever Power-That-Be she was safe. He tried over and over again but never once got an answer. The wolf-boy ran into the school and began frantically looking everywhere for his angel. All the while, his best friend tried to calm him down but he just told him to shut up and help look for her. He turned his head every which way, looking for even the smallest of signs. She had to be okay. His dream couldn't be real. His heart pumped fast and loudly in his ears and the mass of students all around him suddenly made the school feel too small. It was too much. He rushed to the nearest locker and rested his head there, taking in deep breathes and trying to calm down as he felt himself beginning to shift. What eventually helped was a scream of rage, that went surprisingly unnoticed by the hall full of people, and a punch into the locker that left more than a bit of damage and barely hanging by its hinges. When Scott finally came back to reality he saw the destroyed metal and slowly started to back away, only to run into someone.
"You scared the hell out of me!" Allison exclaimed smiling and laughing as she bent down to pick up her books he'd knocked out of her hands.
A relief the likes of which he'd never known filled him as he smiled at his angel and started to help her pick up her stuff, never taking his eyes off her for fear of her disappearing.
"What?" she asked, more than likely noticing his staring.
"Nothing. I'm just happy to see you," he said tiredly after shaking his head out of its dazed state.
She was okay. Alive, breathing, and more beautiful than the first time he met her.
The principal's voice echoed through the halls while they continued to gather Allison's books, telling them that despite there being an 'incident' with one of the buses school would continue like usual.
There was a chorus of groans up and down the hall from students hoping to get the day off.
Scott just stood there after the announcement and soaked in Allison's presence before she ruffled his hair, which felt way better than should be normal, and made him promise to save her a seat at lunch, then left. He kept his eyes zeroed in on her until he lost sight and started to head for Chemistry. The werewolf only took a couple steps before hearing metal rattling. He turned to see Jackson fiddling with the locker that he'd made concave which was apparently his. It took nearly biting his cheek off to keep from laughing when the lacrosse star noticed his staring and called him an 'asswipe'. Stiles was going to totally get a kick out of that story.
It seemed any sense of calm about his nightmare was directly linked to Allison's presence as ten minutes into Mr. Harris's lesson on something he couldn't even pronounce he started to think about what he'd seen of the bus. If he hadn't done that to Allison, what did happen?
"Maybe it was my blood on the door," he whispered to Stiles, who was at the desk behind him.
"Could have been animal blood, you know?"
That could be good. He didn't really enjoy the idea of killing an animal but maybe it was in self-defense.
"Maybe you caught a rabbit or something?"
Okay, so Stiles was going in a completely different direction animal wise.
"And did what?
"Ate it…"
"Raw?!" he whisper shouted.
Scott would like to say the idea disgusted him to no end but his growling stomach and his mouth watering told him otherwise. Must have been some werewolf thing, stupid lycanthropy was already messing with his appetite and making him eat twice as much as normal. Now it was just getting worse.
"No, you stopped to bake it in a little werewolf oven. I don't know. You're the one who can't remember anything," the spaz spat out sarcastically.
And now he had the image of him sitting on the ground fully wolfed out with a bloody 'Beware the Chef' apron on and a little oven going with bloody bunny ears poking out from the door crack. The wolf-boy was about to say more when Mr. Harris seemed to finally catch them. There was a feeling of smugness that bordered on sadistic coming from the man when he ordered them to separate. They reluctantly followed the command but didn't really get the chance to get comfortable in the impossibly uncomfortable chairs when the girl Scott sat next to jumped up screaming about the people outside finding something. Mr. Harris never stood a chance of getting them in order as them mobbed the windows. Everyone watched as some EMTs rushed a gurney towards an ambulance.
"That's not a rabbit…" he whispered to Stiles.
There was a chorus of screams and near jumping out of their skins all around as the man on the gurney lurched up and started screaming his head off, the deputies nearby having to hold him while the EMTs strapped him down.
Scott slowly backed away from the glass portal with a realization.
"This is good! This is good!" Stiles rushed out. "He got up! Dead guys can't do that!"
"Stiles…I did that…"
Class passed slowly after that, the whole time Scott's focus was entirely on the fact that he'd brutally attacked someone and had no memory of it happening. Was that what happened when someone was too weak to control the wolf? They lose their minds and go on killing sprees for no reason? He needed Derek's help more than ever now.
The teen didn't really get the chance to talk to Stiles after that as they had separate classes until lunch rolled around. So when the bell rang, Scott sprinted for the cafeteria so fast he could probably make the track team no sweat. His best friend fully earned the title as he was waiting patiently, by Stiles standards that meant perpetually twitching in one spot, for him at the end of the lunch line when he arrived. Stiles immediately began telling him everything he'd come up with in the couple of hours he'd had to think. All of it culminating to the fact that dreams weren't memories.
"Well then it wasn't a dream! Something happened last night and I can't remember what…"
Scott slumped to the table before his friend started up again.
"And what makes you so sure Derek has all the answers? And don't give me that look, this is an honest question. I mean…if you did do something, that can't be normal right? Werewolves wouldn't be able to still be hiding if all this happened on a regular basis."
"All I know it that during the full moon, Derek was in complete control while I was running around in the middle of the night attacking some totally innocent guy!"
His friend tried to say that he didn't know that but for once, logic was on his side when he countered that he didn't not know that. Scott visibly deflated as he concluded that going out with Allison was possibly the worst thing he could do right now. When he told Stiles that, the guy gave a rather intense speech about how he shouldn't have to cancel his life just because he was a werewolf and that they'd figure something out. And that was why despite the times he got crap for being friends with him, the Stilinski boy was best friend number one.
"Figure what out?"
The duo stared in shock as Lydia Martin sat at their table. They'd seen a mauled guy jump up and cry out in terror early but this took the cake on the weirdness scale.
"Uh…just…homework," Scott answered after realizing they'd been too quiet for too long.
Soon the weirdness factor increased as others began to join them at the long table. Scott and Stiles weren't deluded to the fact that most people thought they were complete losers. This was shown by the fact that besides each other, they didn't really have any other friends. But now they had Danny, one of Lydia's popular female friends, a Jackson goon, Allison, and finally Jackson who made the goon move from his seat at the end of the table sitting with them. When the guy asked why Jackson never made Danny move, Danny answered with the fact that he didn't stare at Lydia's coin-slot. The guy moved quickly and the captain took his seat.
"So I heard it was some kind of animal attack. Probably a cougar?" Danny started, opening the conversation everyone but Scott and Stiles wanted to have.
"I heard mountain lion," Jackson said, putting in his two cents.
"A cougar is a mountain lion," announced Lydia and Scott simultaneously, which had the pair looking at each other oddly while everyone else at the table stared.
"But there's probably a better chance it was a bear," Scott swiftly added, hoping to take attention from himself. His plan backfired.
"How the hell do you figure that, McCall?" asked coin-slot, which he had no idea what that was, guy loudly.
All focus was on him at that point and made him realize he couldn't take back what he'd said.
"Well…just look at the situation and the animal. A cougar would never wander into such a visible area as a mostly empty parking lot where as bears have been known to simply go where they please and tear cars apart just for being there, which would explain the way the bus door was bent so much. A fully grown cougar caps out at between a hundred thirty and a hundred eighty pounds. It simply doesn't have the mass or strength to bend metal, especially with how far the door was off the ground. There is also, like I said, too much open space and a cougar's preferred means of hunting are ambushes. If it managed to find a hiding spot then the guy would be dead as the cougar would wait until he turned his back before lunging for his neck and snapping it with its jaws where as a bear would beat at him until he lost consciousness or played dead then walked away, which would explain how he's still alive."
By the time Scott finished, the table had gone completely silent as almost everyone, Stiles included, stared at him slack jawed shock except for Allison who had a look of surprised awe.
Allison gazed in wonder at her boyfriend, or at least that what she hoped he was. The girl knew Scott wasn't the most academically inclined. On more than one occasion she'd seen Stiles, quite possibly the quirkiest boy she'd ever met, helping him try to figure out homework. But apparently what he lacked in school knowledge he made up for in any and all things animal. When Lydia's friend asked about how he knew so much about the giant felines, Scott told everyone about how his boss had been called on more than one occasion where one of the cats had gotten into a fight with a stray or someone's pet.
"And the bear?"
"Uh…let's just say something happened at the beginning of school one year and I got into a very interesting game of tag with one and leave it that?" Scott asked her nervously.
Now she was even more interest in finding out what happened but she wasn't insensitive enough to ask about it in front of everyone.
"Wasn't that the year that thing with Ryan happened?"
Allison watched as the simple mentioning of some guy's name made Scott entire body stiffen while he fisted his hands until his knuckles turned white. Whoever that Ryan person was, he was someone the boy beside her didn't want to think about. She suddenly felt the urge to be protective of him and was about to tell the guy to be quiet but he just kept going.
"It was, wasn't it? Dude, that was a totally epic day! Allison, you probably don't know this yet but McCall fights like a wild beast! Completely destroyed a guy named Ryan's face! Had to go to the hospital and get the bones in his face reassembled and everything! Just tackled him to the ground and pounded away at the guy until there was blood everywhere! One of Ryan's friends tried to pull McCall off and got a broken nose for it! The icing on all of it? They were both older and a head taller than him!"
Scott? Hurting someone? Sweet adorable Scott who just the other day she visited while he was at work and found him playfully wrestling with a horse sized Great Dane? There was no way he'd hurt a fly, much less a person.
"I thought we were talking about the attack, not McCall's anger management issues. Anyways, who cares who the victim was? It's probably just some homeless tweaker, who's going to die anyways."
Stiles quickly proved his insensitive comment wrong as he pulled up a video on his phone. The local news channel seemed to have finally gotten the chance to put out a story about the attack.
"Sherriff's department won't speculate on details of the incident but have confirmed the victim, Garrison Myers, did survive the attack. Myers was taken to a local hospital where he remains in critical condition."
"I-I know this guy!" Scott stutteringly exclaimed to her and the rest of the tables shock.
"You do?"
"Yeah, when I used to take the bus a year or so after Max left. He was the driver…"
It went completely quiet after Scott finished and Allison used it to wonder who the Max guy, whose name seemed to annoy him greatly, he mentioned was.
"Can we talk about something slightly more fun, please?" asked Lydia, breaking the heavy silence. "Like… Oh! Where are we going tomorrow night?"
The Argent girl looked at the strawberry blonde in utter confusion.
"You said, you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?"
Oh, she didn't like where this was going.
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Derek jerked awake at the sound of a rumbling engine pulled to a stop in front of his dilapidated old house. The wolf-man jumped to his feet from the mattress he'd been sleeping on and slowly stalked to a broken window. It was another cop doing a routine checkup to see if any of the local delinquents had come and tagged his family home. If there was one thing that made the police okay for the werewolf, it was the fact that they'd done an impeccable job on that front. He watched as the cop slowly exited his cruiser, his body betraying the immense unease he felt being there. The man gave a quick look around before radioing in.
"Looks pretty deserted, Dispatch. Uh…still want me to take a look inside?"
The werewolf bristled when the voice through the radio said his family's territory was county property. His family still legally owned all the land, even with Peter comatose and Laura and him not being around for years. The officer and Dispatch argued about doing a more thorough sweep of the place before the man finally gave in and started heading for the front door, making Derek curse.
And then the police canine in the backseat barked.
Derek slowly smirked before flaring a dominating presence to the animal. The moment the dog's eyes connected with his, he flashed them icy blue that sent the pup into a frenzied state. The canine barked incessantly, drool spraying everywhere, at its partner in fear to the point of trying to escape through an impossibly small gap in the vehicle's window. The cop took one look at his partner then one at the house before taking off. Relief flooded him as the cruiser's tail lights disappeared into the trees.
He wondered if there was an off chance he could get a little more sleep but nixed the thought as moments later his little brother came creeping out of the woods.
"Derek…I know you're there… I need your help."
As soon as Derek opened the door, the younger male began talking. Apologizing for letting the Hunters know he was there, even though they already knew, for getting him arrested and for harboring the idea that he could kill their sister. Then he got to the part that he was really there for. The fact that the Alpha had called him out during the full moon the night before and he couldn't remember anything that had happened. His 'dream' about attacking someone, most likely Allison by the way he paused, but someone else got hurt and that the 'dream' may have been more real than he wanted it too.
"You think you attacked the driver," the wolf-man pointed out bluntly.
"Did you see what I did last night?" Scott hurriedly asked with an undertone of accusation and tension.
"No."
His little brother breathed out a sigh of relief. Whether he was ashamed of what Derek might have seen, relieved that it wasn't him who was there with Scott, or both was unknown.
"Then can you at least tell me the truth… Am I going to hurt someone?" the boy asked, sounding more tired than he'd ever heard.
"Yes."
"Could I kill someone?"
"Yes."
"Am I going to kill someone?!"
"Probably."
Derek felt like he was punching his little brother in the gut with every answer but now wasn't the time to coddle him. In the beginning, any werewolf, born or bitten, was a danger to themselves and those around them. Scott needed to understand that if there was any chance of him gaining control. It did not however stop him from pull his brother, who looked like he was about to collapse, into a strong embrace. Scott latched on to him as if he was the glue holding the young wolf together which was probably the truth. His little brother truly despised the idea of hurting others, if he were to kill someone it might very well shatter his mind; something the born wolf resolved to never let happen if he could help it. Finally pulling away, Derek kept a strong grip on the boy's shoulders and made sure he looked him in the eyes.
"Scott, I can show you how to remember. I can show you how to control the shift, even on a full moon." The wolf-man paused for a moment before relenting to the fact that he needed to start telling Scott what was going on. "But I'm going to need your help with something, something that has to do with what happened to Laura."
The younger werewolf's eyes widened and he quickly agreed to do anything that would help. Derek then gave a vague explanation of what most wolves called 'sense recall'. It worked differently for everyone so he could really only give the base instructions and leave the rest up to him.
Things were definitely going to get more hectic once his little brother found out about the Alpha.
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There were no ifs, ands, or buts about it, Stiles was the brains of his and Scott's friendship. Scott being the dingus that he is wanted to go check the bus as soon as he got back from talking to Derek. Fortunately for the newbie wolf, Stiles was around to stop him doing something stupid and came up with a serious plan to accomplish the task. The benefits of being the Sheriff's son never ended as he was able to get the exact time when the deputies his dad was posting at the school would be switching out. With a window of opportunity now available, they waited till just before midnight to make their move.
They pulled up, headlights off to keep hidden, just as the guard disappeared around the building and quickly climbed out and started for the fence.
"Wait, no! Just me! Someone has to keep watch!"
Oh hell no, Stiles was not getting stuck with lookout duty!
"Why do I always get stuck keeping watch?!" he asked, even though that question was completely invalid as most of the time he was the one doing the law breaking but that wasn't the point.
"Because there's only two of us!"
"Okay, why is this starting to sound like your Batman and I'm Robin? I don't want to be Robin all the time!"
"Nobody's Batman or Robin any of the time!"
"Not even some of the time?"
Well that kind of sucked. And why couldn't they be Batman and Robin some of the time? They earned the title of 'Dynamic Duo' a long time ago with how much trouble they got into. Even switched who was the Dark Knight and Boy Wonder from time to time.
"Just stay here!"
"Oh my god!" Stiles exclaim, throwing his hands up in the air and stomping back to his car while his friend scaled the fence.
It was total bullshit him getting stuck as a look out. He could be Batman just as well as Scott in their current situation. He'd be a badass one too! But no, Scott got to be the one to go because he needed to 'remember' what happened. So right now he was playing the sidekick roll of Robin but he was most definitely the Dick Grayson one! The one that turned awesome and became Nightwing during his solo career and then eventually Batman himself when Bruce Wayne 'died'.
Stiles was drawn from his musing of what exactly all the little pockets on the Batman family's utility belts held by a moving light coming from the new deputy on guard's flashlight. He immediately began beeping the horn and after what felt like forever, Scott finally jumped out of the bus. The spaz watched in begrudging amazement as his friend raced up a parked SUV and gracefully flipped over the fence into a perfect tumble before racing to the passenger side door. The door had barely clicked shut when Stiles shifted into reverse and slammed on the gas. A totally Batman worthy vehicle sling around later and they were out of there.
High on the jolt of epinephrine* in his system, the buzzed cut teen rushed out his question of whether or not Scott had remembered anything. He quickly confirmed that he was in fact there and that a lot of the blood might have actually been his. Not a good sign in Stiles book. When he questioned the werewolf if he really did attack the driver and was relieved to find out his friend wasn't going around mindlessly attacking people. His police-raised mind instantly went to Derek for the real perpetrator but Scott hastily shot it down as he said the thing 'felt' different. Stiles was hard pressed to believe it but if that was the truth that could only mean one thing. There was another werewolf running around Beacon Hills. Scott paled when he told him the theory; at least he was hoping it was just a theory. Their small town wasn't equipped to deal with a psychotic werewolf running around killing people and he sure as hell didn't want his dad trying to track down the thing. There was a bit more relief when his friend told him he thought he was trying to protect Myers after he asked about the man.
"It has to be a pack thing, you know? Like an initiation! You do the kill together!"
"Because ripping someone's throat out is a real bonding experience?" the freaked wolf asked, completely confused.
"But you didn't do it! Which means you're not a killer! And it also means-"
"I can go out with Allison!"
Wow, his best friend really had a one track mind when it came to that girl.
"I was gonna say it means you won't kill me…"
"Oh yeah… That too," Scott said slowly as if just realizing that was just as important.
Stiles sent a silent prayer to his mom that he would live long enough to be devirginized.
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So…that happened…hopefully you all enjoyed.
And to those questioning Peter's behavior towards Scott, I have a perfectly good explanation. That I will reveal later.
Also I'm very aware that that last part was kind of rushed. I just felt kind of bad for taking so long and I really wanted to get this out. Don't worry, I will try to never take this long to update again.