(Stiles' POV)
"I'm serious," Scott proclaimed as we walk into the locker room. "It's not like the last full moon, I feel different."
"Does that include not having the urge to maim and kill people, like me?" I asked.
"I swear I don't have the urge to maim and kill," Scott replied. "Besides I've never wanted to kill you, only to claim you."
"Ha-ha," I said rubbing Scott's claiming bite that was still slightly visible on my neck. "And you said that now, but the full moon comes up and so do the claws and the fangs and howling, so yes I'm still locking you up."
"Okay fine," Scott agreed. "But I'm totally in control now. Did you get something better than cuffs this time?"
"Yeah much better," I replied opening my locker. Once it was open the long chain I had inside come tumbling down onto the ground. I look to Scott and then to all of my teammates to see them staring at me.
"Part of me wants to ask," Coach walked up. "The other part says that knowing will be more disturbing than anything I could ever imagine. So I'm just going to walk away."
"Wise choice coach," I replied as left. Scott and I went to grab the chains and when I looked up at him, he had a look on his face, like he was searching for something. "You okay?"
"There's another in here, right now."
"Another what?"
"Another werewolf."
Scott couldn't exactly tell which person was the werewolf so we had to devise a plan to find out who it is. We sat on the bench waiting for practice to start when an idea popped into my head.
"I told Coach that you're switching with Danny today," I handed Scott the goalie equipment.
"But I hate playing goal."
"Remember when I said I had an idea," I stated. "This is the idea."
"Oh," he replied. "What's the idea?"
"I really don't know how you survive without me sometimes," I shook my head at my naïve boyfriend.
As practice started I watched as Scott tackled player after player, sniffing each one in order to see if they were a werewolf. Coach was profoundly upset and threatened Scott with suicide runs if he leaves the goal again. Scott tackled another player when my dad and his deputy came to take the player Scott just tackled. As the boy—Isaac—walked away with my dad Scott told me that he was the werewolf.
"His father's dead," Scott listened to the conversation my dad was having with Isaac. "They think it was murder."
"Is he a suspect?" I asked.
"I'm not sure why?"
"Because they can keep him in a holding cell for twenty-four hours," I answered.
"Like overnight?"
"During the full moon," I replied.
"How good are these holding cells at holding people?"
"People good," I said. "Werewolves, not so good."
"Stiles remember when I said I didn't have the urge to maim and kill?"
"Yeah," I replied.
"Well he does."
While I was in detention, Scott was out with Derek at Isaac's house. Allison called and told me that her family was asking questions about Lydia and that they were going after Isaac tonight. There was a hunter disguised as a deputy and Allison was going to take care of him while I headed to the police station. As much as I wanted to be there for Scott during his shift, he demanded that I go help out Isaac because he was innocent, so instead Allison would help chain him up.
While Allison was with Scott, I was with Derek as we pulled into the police station parking lot. Even though it was against my better judgment, Derek insisted on distracting a deputy at the front desk while I sneak into my dad's office to get the keys to the holding cell. I saw that the keys were gone and ran to the holding cell when I ran into a deputy, but then I look down and saw him bleeding and knew he was a hunter. I tried to get away but he quickly took hold of me, covering my mouth and dragging me to the holding cell where Isaac was located, but I was at least able to pull the fire alarm.
When we arrived to the cells, we saw that each one was empty then out of nowhere Isaac , in werewolf form, tackled the hunter. He knocked the Wolfsbane from the hunter's hand and knocked him unconscious. Isaac glanced to me, walking dangerous close.
"Wait," I held out my hand. "Isaac, don't!"
He stared at me curiously but for some reason the fear that I had subsided, like I knew he wasn't going to hurt me, and I don't know why I had this feeling. For some odd reason I feel this connection with him, a connection I fell with Scott and sometimes Derek. We were interrupted when Derek entered the room and crashed the needle that held the Wolfsbane. Isaac got defensive, snarling and looked as if he was going to attack Derek. Derek eyes glowed red and he let out a loud roar causing Isaac to scurry down to the ground, shielding away from Derek. When he looked up he was back to human form.
"How did you do that?" I asked Derek.
"I'm the alpha," he claimed with glowing red eyes.