"He broke my phone!" Scott growled as we were walking into the school. "Oh my God, really? Did he like, throw it at a wall or something?" I had to steady myself on some lockers to keep from falling to the ground and die from laughing. "Yes, that's exactly what he did." Scott grumbled. "Wow. That's freaking hilarious." I said, and followed Scott into class. I sat in front of Stiles, and Scott sat behind him. "Still not talking to me?" Scott shrugged. "Can you just tell me if you're dad's okay? Just a bruise, right?" Stiles sighed, not returning the question. I looked sympathetically at my boyfriend. I could've saved his dad. This shouldn't have happened. "Maybe some... Soft tissue damage? Nothing too serious?" Scott whimpered. "Not helping, Scotty." I rolled my eyes and doodled a little heart in my notebook. "What if I told you I was trying to figure this whole thing out, and that I went to Derek for help."
"If I was talking to you, I'd say that you were an idiot for trusting him, but I'm not talking to you, so..."
It took about three seconds for him to crack. "What did he say?" Stiles turned around, and Scott grinned. I laughed.
"Derek told you to tap into your animal side and get angry?" Stiles questioned.
"Yep." Scott confirmed. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but every time you try to do that, you try to kill someone. And that someone is usually me or Alex." Stiles said sarcastically.
"True, but I can take him. You, however, cannot." I smiled, half-laughing. "Hey, it's not my fault!" Scott defended himself. "He doesn't even know if he can teach me."
"When are you gonna see him again?" I asked. "He said he's picking me up at the animal clinic after work."
"Okay. That gives us until the end of the school day." Stiles said, winking at me. "To do what?" Scott raised an eyebrow. "To teach you ourselves." We walked down the hall to our next class.
The three of us entered the lunch room, and sat away from Allison and Lydia. Apparently Scott's not supposed to be seeing her. Good puppy. I thought. The alpha has taught you well. I laughed at my own inside joke. Allison was reading some kind of book, it looked really old. I decided to listen in. "The what of who?" Lydia cocked her head to the side. "The beast of Gevudan. Listen." Wow, demanding girl. "A scary wolf-like monster prowling the Auvergne and southern areas of France from 1764 to 1768. La Bête killed over one-hundred people, so the King Louie the 15th sent one of his best hunters to try to kill it."
"Boorrrinnngg..." Lydia complained. "And the church eventually declared the monster a messenger of Satan."
"Still boring. Allison, you should get an award." She grinned slightly. "Cryptozoologists think it may have been a subspecies of a hoofed predator."
Lydia sighed. "Still very boring, Ally."
"While others believe it was a powerful sorcerer that could shift into a powerful man-eating monster." Shit. Wait, we don't eat people! Those bastards lied! "Does this have anything to do with your family?" Lydia asked. "This." Allison turned the page. "It is believed that La Bête was finally killed by a hunter who claimed his wife and three children were the first to fall prey to the creature." She paused. "His name was Argent."
"Your ancestors killed a big wolf! So what?" Thank you, Lydia! Don't give Allison ideas that it was a werewolf!
"Not just a big wolf. Take a look at this picture." She turned the book to Lydia. She stared at it blankly for a while. "Guys, look at Lydia." I turned to Scott and Stiles. "Lydia? Lydia." Allison snapped her out of her daze. "It looks... Like a big. Wolf." She smiled and picked up her books. "See you in history." She walked out of the lunchroom casually.