A/N: I should not be writing this I should be sleeping because I have uni tomorrow and I haven't done the readings I should have but oh well, if only I could pass uni by loving and writing teen wolf. Have you guys guessed I'm a terrible student yet? Hahaha
Enjoy!
After the War
Fourteen.
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It was a peaceful warm summer's night in Beacon Hills.
The streets were quiet, wind breezing through the trees, and the moon shone bright and full in the sky reflecting off the street lights along the silent streets.
The pack were all home for summer, a rare time of the year when almost every member returned to the place at one time or another to spend time together as friends, simple as that without supernatural threats or foes forcing them to.
It had been weeks and they'd yet to have any interference in their life.
They should have known that couldn't last all summer.
Stiles and Lydia were staying with her mother for the night after they had been on a date to the movies before sitting down for dinner with Natalie. They had a quiet night in afterwards with Stiles talking her ear off about how the movie hadn't lived up to its predecessor while she smiled and nodded failing to inform him she had never seen it.
They made plans with Scott and Malia the next day before falling into bed a tangled mess of limbs while Lydia shut Stiles up with her lips something that she'd never get tired of being able to do and they fell asleep satiated and sweating and smiling in just their underwear with sheets barely covering them as it was too warm.
It had been so long since it had happened she wasn't expecting it.
She woke up, but she didn't really wake up.
The light was flickering and she turned to tell Stiles to turn it off but he was gone and suddenly she was standing in what looked like a funeral home.
Her breath caught in her throat.
Banshee premonition.
She stepped forwards, her fingertips brushing along the benches towards the casket at the front and centre of the room.
The air in the room changed.
She wasn't going to make it in time.
The pressure in her throat was too much.
There was a man on the floor behind the casket.
But he was going to be dead before she got there.
She screamed.
Stiles woke with a start. Lydia had lunged forwards up and out of his arms and she was screaming.
"Lydia, baby," he whispered, sitting up with her, wrapping a hand around her shoulder.
"We have to go," she said, when she finally stopped screaming, the familiar ache now present in her throat. "Now." She grabbed a tank top than what hanging on the chair and threw it on over a pair of leggings.
Stiles barely had his shorts and t-shirt on before Lydia was racing out the door while sliding her shoes on then they were in the car driving in the space of five minutes, rushing past Natalie in her nightgown in the doorway as they did who tried to protest but they were already gone.
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Scott and Malia had spent the day at Peter's loft with catching up with him and Derek who had just got back into town.
They tried to have dinner like some sort of normal 'family' and somehow ended up playing scrabble where they argued constantly over which words were acceptable and ended up in hysterics laughing at how ridiculous the whole thing was.
("Darach is not a word Scott!" "Well I fought one so I beg to differ, Malia!" "That is not how you spell it!" "Screw you Peter I'm so sorry I didn't learn perfect spelling when I lived in the woods!" "I am never playing scrabble with you lot again!" "Shut up, Derek!")
Malia had a room at Peter's place and so she and Scott decided to crash there and Derek was crashing as well since his loft was getting renovated and Peter complained about having a full house and the mess they were making but he secretly loved it.
As they each retreated to their rooms for the night they each looked out at the full moon in the sky feeling it but grounded in their control.
Scott looked out of the large window next to the double bed in the centre of the room and heard Malia creeping up behind him. She wrapped her arms around his waist, sliding them across his stomach and holding him against her, as she reached up and leaned her head on his shoulder.
"You feel it anymore?"
Scott's eyes flashed red briefly and he knew hers shifted blue in response. "Yes and no, I guess,"
Malia nodded in agreement as she yawned into his back.
"Let's go to bed," he smiled.
He slipped under the sheet in his boxers and her in a sports bra and shorts. "Jesus, its warm tonight," she moaned as they lay down.
It was too warm to be so close together in the bed to sleep but they wouldn't pull away from each other, always seeking and craving contact, skin on skin. Scott lay on his front and slew his arm across her stomach, space between their bodies slightly, but still touching. Malia lay on her back and slid her arm above his head, twisting her fingers through his hair, playing with the strands. He hummed sleepily, enjoying the sensation, eyes falling closed. Her closely followed and their breathing evened together as they drifted off.
Malia felt like she'd only just closed her eyes when she heard it.
Her and Scott's eyes flew open, shifting colours reflecting against each other, and they found each other's stare as the noise filled their ears.
Lydia was screaming.
Scott groaned as he sat up in bed, hand automatically reaching for his phone.
He'd only just sent the text to Stiles when Derek and Peter came scurrying down the hall and their room door opened.
"We all heard then?" Malia asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
Derek and Peter were both in the doorway wearing only boxers.
"This is not something I can un-see," Scott groaned.
"Says the guy in bed half naked with my daughter!" Peter growled back taking a step forward only to be stopped by his nephew pulling him back with a hand on his chest.
Malia shook her head and climbed out the bed. She grabbed a thin white cotton t-shirt from the drawer and pulled it over her head before throwing Scott a top too.
"You two get ready and we'll meet you outside in five, once we find out where Lydia is and what's going on," Malia said.
Scott nodded whilst pulling the top on over his head.
"God, I'm sweating already," Scott said, feeling the beads of sweat form on his forehead, as he buttoned his shorts, refusing to pull on jeans or sweats.
His phone started ringing.
Stiles flashed on his screen alongside a picture of the two best friends. "Hello," he answered. "What's going on, we heard –"
"Lydia scream," Stiles finished. "Yeah, Liam and Mason texted too,"
"Are you driving?"
"Yeah, Lydia saw some guy dead in what looked like a funeral home and she's just doing her thing and driving," Stiles filled him in. Malia stood next to Scott and he pulled the phone from his ear, placing it on speakerphone instead.
"Has it happened or was it a prediction?" Malia asked.
"Um, I guess she thinks it was a predication," Stiles said, uncertain. "But she doesn't think we'll make it in time,"
"There are only a few funeral homes in town," Scott said.
"Yeah, I think I know where we're headed now, the closer we get," Stiles said.
"Text us, we'll meet you there with Derek and Peter," Malia said.
"Peter, really?"
"See you soon," Scott said, hanging up.
Scott and Malia headed out to the main space in the loft where Derek was waiting while Peter was in his fridge pulling out a jug of milk.
"Seriously?" Malia said. "We literally do not have time for this,"
"I do not have time to chase whatever you lot are bound to end up chasing all over town in the middle of the night," Peter said, casually drinking the milk.
"You do nothing for a living," Scott interrupted.
Derek rolled his eyes. "Alright can we skip ahead," he said. "Peter stop being a dick, we both know eventually you'll come and help because you love your daughter and we both care about Scott and therefor you care about Scott, so rather than us standing here having an argument and a standoff pointlessly for the next ten minutes can we just go and get in the fucking car,"
They walked to the car in silence everyone grimacing except Derek who smiled smugly.
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Theo groaned as Liam dragged him out the door sleepily to the truck.
Goddamn Lydia Martin for waking them up screaming in the middle of the freaking night. It was like her scream had echoed around town finding their way into their ears of each and every one in the pack.
Theo threw the keys at Liam who barely caught them, still only half awake himself, and he got into the driver's side. "You drive for a change," he scowled, climbing into the passenger side of his truck.
Liam climbed into the driver's side and pulled out his phone. Mason had text him asking his what was happening since he and Corey had been woken by Lydia's screams too. Theo groaned and blew his hair falling into his face out the way and wiped the back of his hand across his sweaty forehead. "God, it's fucking hotter than hell out tonight,"
"Speaking from experience or…" Liam joked.
Theo glared at his boyfriend. "Really?"
"Hey, you said it," Liam laughed.
His phone buzzed with a text from Scott. "Alright they've got the place from Stiles," he said as he turned the ignition on, backing the car out of the driveway and down the street "It's a funeral home downtown,"
"Yay," Theo deadpanned, closing his eyes and leaning against the window. He tried to feign some sense of sleep as Liam drove their car.
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Lydia stopped the car abruptly when they reached the end of a street they'd never been on, slamming on the breaks so hard Stiles jolted forward towards the windscreen wincing in pain when his seatbelt jerked him to a stop and halted his body. "Ow," He said rubbing his chest bone.
"We're too late," Lydia said.
There were police cars and an ambulance already parked outside the shabby building that was evidently the funeral home Lydia had seen.
"C'mon it looks like my dad and Parrish are here," Stiles said, after reaching a hand out to rub her shoulder, comfortingly.
They left the car and made their way to were some deputies where setting up police line and barriers.
"Let us through," Stiles demanded.
"No can do," The female deputy said. Clearly, she was new, not recognising Stiles and Lydia, and not in the know.
The sheriff walked by. He sighed and craned his head back when he saw his son and walked towards them and lifted the police tape. "This is my idiot son home for summer and his lovely girlfriend, deputy," he said, again sighing.
"Sorry, sir," he replied.
Stiles smirked and made a face at the deputy that basically said 'ha' while Lydia smiled politely.
"Why are you two here?" He asked, begrudgingly. "This is a simple heart attack victim,"
"Nope," Lydia said, waving her head.
"Oh, come on," The Sheriff replied.
"She woke up, screaming," Stiles said. "You know banshee screaming,"
"Parrish," the Sheriff yelled. "Where's Parrish?"
"Inside with the body sir," someone answered.
He sighed again. "Alright you two come with me,"
They walked through the creaky old door and down the hall. Lydia stilled and shivers ran down her spine. "This is it," she whispered. "This is what I saw,"
"Lydia," Stiles said, taking her hand.
Her face was haunted. He hated that look across her too beautiful features.
She walked forwards to where Parrish was kneeling beside the covered body on the floor behind the casket.
"Everything I alright?" Parrish asked when he saw them. "I heard –"
"Yeah, screaming," Stiles said.
"What happened, what's going on?"
Lydia shook her head. "I saw this,"
"The old man?"
"Yeah," she said.
"But he just had a heart attack," Parrish said, a frown etched across his face. "The daughter found him, she said he's had a heart condition for years," he nodded to the daughter across the room, a woman with a tear-stained face, standing with another deputy.
Lydia shook her head. "This was supernatural," she insisted. "I wouldn't have seen it, or screamed, otherwise,"
"Alright," the Sheriff said. "Where is –"
The door opened again and footsteps followed by Scott and Malia's appearance. "Why does your new deputy not know who we are?"
"Because they are new and you guys have been out of town in case you forgot," the Sheriff hissed in response.
"Okay, jeez, sorry," Malia replied.
"What happened, was he attacked?" Scott asked when they reached the four of them at the body.
"He had a heart attack," Parrish answered.
"He did not have a heart attack!" Lydia burst.
"I smell blood," Malia said.
"Let's see the body," Scott followed her statement.
"Deputy, take the daughter out of here, will you?" the Sheriff shouted across the room and the deputy standing comforting the older woman lead her out the room leaving just the six of them.
Parrish uncovered the body.
Scott and Malia bent down beside the old man who was laying there. Malia scrunched his nose.
"He wasn't wearing a suit jacket when I saw him," Lydia informed them.
"His wrist," Scott said. Malia lifted his arm and pushed the jacket up to his elbow to reveal the man's wrist. It was bandaged and there was fresh blood seeping into the fabric wrapped around his wrist covering the found.
Malia pulled the bandage back. "It's a bite," she said, examining the bite with her eyes.
"The daughter said a dog bit him," Parrish offered.
"He didn't have a bandage on when I saw him," Lydia interjected.
"Werewolf?" Malia asked, looking at Scott.
"No, I don't think so," he said. "It's small, but, it looks familiar,"
"Maybe Derek or Peter will recognise it,"
Scott nodded. He pulled out his phone and texted them to come inside. When they'd pulled up and saw the scene and the chaos he'd just told them to wait by the car until they knew what was happening to which Peter grumbled what was the point of them being there.
Two minutes later the two older men strolled through the door. The Sheriff groaned at the sight of Peter Hale but made no comment.
"You've found some use for us, after all," Peter drawled as they walked towards the others in the room.
"Quit whining and come look at this will you," Malia retorted.
"It's a bite," Peter stated.
"Yes, thank you, we are aware you that," Stiles commented sarcastically.
Malia ignored Stiles and continued. "What kind of bite?"
Derek crouched down and examined the bite with eyes in an eerily similar manner to the way in which Malia had done so before.
He stood up and exchanged a glance with his Uncle. "What is it?" Lydia asked.
"I'd say wendigo," Derek said.
"Ah," Scott said.
"The bite wouldn't have killed him," Peter said. "It looks like it would have cause sever blood loss and trauma but not bad enough to kill him,"
Malia covered the bite back up and she and Scott returned to a standing position, beside their friends.
"Maybe the stress triggered the heart attack," Parrish offered.
"But why would the daughter or whoever cover the wound and not say anything, it doesn't make any sense," Lydia thought aloud.
"Unless they know who did it and they're trying to cover it up," Derek said.
"In this town? Not likely," Malia laughed.
"If all the Walcott's were killed in the Deadpool, another family of them must have moved to town since then," Derek alleged.
Malia nodded. "That was a few years ago so it could have easily happened,"
"We need to question the daughter," Stiles said.
"You will do no such thing," The Sheriff replied.
"Oh, come on, dad," Stiles shook his head.
Scott shook his said. "We should come, we'll know if she's lying,".
The Sheriff sighed. "Alright, they body is going to the hospital morgue, andyou the rest of us will go to the station and you two can come will we question the daughter.
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Liam changed direction half way into the drive. Theo opened his eyes at the sharp turn.
"What's happening?"
"They guy's dead. We're going to the Sheriff station,"
Theo sighed. "How did he die?"
"Scott said he'll fill us in when we get there," Liam answered.
Theo checked the time. It was past three am now. "Why do I get the feeling that we're not getting back to sleep anytime soon," He expressed.
"Probably cause we're not," Liam said, offering him a small smile.
Liam picked up the pace and they made it to the station within the next ten minutes pulling up outside parking next to the familiar cars of the Sheriff, Malia, Lydia and what looked like Peter's.
"Guess we're late to the party," Theo chuckled as they made their way inside.
A few deputies gave them knowing smiles, some looked confused and they simply continued their stride and headed for the Sheriff's office where it looked like everyone was congregated.
"Couldn't do without me on my night off?" Theo smirked.
No one laughed.
"Tough crowd," he replied to the silence.
"What's going on?" Liam said, elbowing his boyfriend to shut him up.
Theo leaned against the closed door.
Ten minutes later the two boys were all caught up and Liam muttered unhappily, moving to lean against the door beside Theo. "I do not have good experiences with wendigo's,"
"Oh, come on, kid you wouldn't be here if you hadn't almost been murdered by one," Stiles said, way too cheerily.
Theo and Peter chuckled.
"Alright, everyone wait here and we'll go use the office next door and question the daughter," Parrish said.
Parrish and the Sheriff headed for the door and Theo and Liam moved out their way moving instead to lean on the desk. "Scott, you come with, and maybe Derek instead of Malia," Parrish said.
"Hey," Malia complained.
"It's probably better this way," Derek laughed, speaking to his cousin, moving with Scott to follow them out the door.
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"Thank you for coming in and answering some questions, Ms Pratt," Parrish said, offering the woman a cup of tea he had made and brought in for her.
She accepted the mug with shaky hands. "Thank you," she offered. "But I don't understand why I'm here,"
Scott and Derek exchanged glances. They both picked up on her chemo signals and her accelerated heartbeat. She was sad of course, her father was dead, but she was also nervous and scared of something.
"We just a few questions, that's all," the Sheriff smiled. "Nothing to worry about,"
"Who are they?" She asked, nodding to Scott and Derek. "Why are they here?"
Parrish smiled at her comfortingly. "They're just here to help, don't worry about them,"
She nodded. "Okay,"
"You said your father had a heart condition?" Parrish asked, kindly.
"Yes," She answered. "I told you this before, he's had it his whole life,"
"Okay, and you said he had a heart attack and you found him afterwards but you didn't actually witness it?"
"Um, no, yes I just found him like that,"
"Alright," Parrish replied.
"And do you know why he was at work so late?" the Sheriff asked.
Ms Pratt gulped. Scott eyed her. She was uncomfortable and beginning to fidget with her hand. "Um, he had an appointment I think, I don't really know,"
"Did he normally have such late appointments?"
She simply shrugged.
"That's fine," Parrish replied.
"His wrist was recently bandaged," the Sheriff stated. Her heart rate spiked for a second. "You said he was bitten by a dog?"
"I, uh, yes, earlier," she mumbled, her heart skipping. Derek raised an eyebrow and turned to Scott, who nodded. He'd heard it too.
"You're lying," Derek stated.
Ms Pratt's eyes widened. "W-what? I'm not ly-lying,"
Parrish put a reassuring hand on the lady's shoulder. "Ms Pratt, you don't have to be scared, you don't have to lie to us," he said to her.
Ms Pratt started crying.
Scott shifted his weight from foot to foot uncomfortably.
"Can you tell us what happened, please?" The Sheriff asked.
"He – he had an arrangement with them," she muttered through tears. "The family,"
"What arrangement with who?" Derek asked.
"They – they need it to survive they said. The bodies, the blood. They paid my father for the bodies that no one would miss and they took them," she said. "He's been doing it for years,"
"Okay," Parrish said. "And what happened tonight?"
"Her name's Olivia. She comes every week with her older daughter," Ms. Pratt said. "She had her son this time, he was younger, maybe twelve, and – and everything was fine, and then something happened, my father had a paper cut on his wrist and h-he smelled the blood and he lunged before she could stop him and he bit my father and – and he – he screamed, but he was alright – and then he clutched his h-heart and he d-d-died," the words tumbled from the woman's mouth as she hiccupped and sobbed through the words.
"And the boy," Derek asked. "What happened?"
"He sprinted and ran for the woods. Olivia sent his sister after him and she stayed to help me," Ms Pratt cried. "She bandaged the wound, and told me what to say, she said everything would be fine,"
"Alright, can you give us the woman's full details?"
Ms Pratt nodded and sobbed. "I'm sorry,"
"That's alright, dear," the Sheriff said. "You stay here and calm yourself down alright?"
"We'll call your family to come and get you," Parrish added.
"Wait," she said. "I'm not in any trouble?"
Parrish and the Sheriff smiled and shook their heads.
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Olivia Winters lived on the edge of town with her husband and their three children, Parrish discovered.
"Alright, so let's go," Stiles stood.
The Sheriff shook his head. "We can't all just go barging over to this woman's house," Derek replied.
"And why not?" Malia said. "Her crazy son is on the loose biting and most likely killing people,"
"We don't know that for sure," Scott offered, optimistic as ever.
"Alright, how about some of us go to the house and the rest of us follow the trail to the woods?"
"Alright, Liam you call Mason and Corey and tell them to meet you at the school," Scott told his beta.
"Why?" Liam asked.
"We can't risk this kid getting near the school when it opens," Scott said. "Too many potential victims in one place,"
"Alright, we'll go to the school,"
"Stiles, Lydia, you two go to Deaton, get information from him about Wendigo's and mountain ash so we can trap him if we need to,"
Stiles and Lydia nodded and headed for the door. "We'll call you with what we find out,"
"Derek, Malia, Theo," Scott said. "If you three shift you can cover the woods faster than anyone else and track his scent,"
Derek nodded.
"Peter and I will go with Parrish and the Sheriff to the parent's house and see if we can figure out what happened tonight," Scott continued. "I'll call Argent and tell him to meet my mom at the hospital and keep watch,"
"Great," Peter groaned, crossing his arms.
"Alright let's move, it's getting lighter and we don't need this kid going on a rampage in the daytime," Parrish spoke over the werewolf.
Everyone had their posts and they began separating.
Stiles and Lydia left first, getting in the car and making their way to the Animal Clinic after calling Deaton to arrange him meeting them there.
Liam pulled Theo away into the corner away from the crowd for some sense of privacy even though most in the room would and could hear them if they wanted to. "I don't like this," Liam said. He didn't like separating from Theo. He'd worry about him and they fought better together anyway.
Theo's lips curved at the edges. "It's fine, it's a good plan and I'll see you soon," he said, hand squeezing Liam's. He didn't like separating either, but it wouldn't be long.
"Fine," Liam said through clenched time. "Be careful,"
Theo flashed his teeth. "I'm always careful, babe,"
"Yeah, right Mr 'being the bait'," Liam argued.
Theo scoffed. "Please, like I'd do that for anyone else," he said.
"Theo, let's go," Malia called.
Liam pressed his lips quickly to Theo's and that was it. He followed Derek out of the room.
Scott grabbed Malia's hand. He rubbed his thumb over it. "Howl if you find anything if you need help," he said.
She nodded and smiled. Her head turned and she narrowed her eyes towards her biological father. "You too,"
"Be careful," Scott said.
"You too," she said again. She followed her cousin and Theo out of the station and they drove to the edge of the preserve in her car, Theo complaining that he had to sit in the back seat. The each stripped off their clothes hiding behind different parts of the car and keeping the clothes safe inside.
"We stick together," Malia said and she shifted. Theo and Derek nodded before they shifted too and the three of them ran together on four legs into the Beacon Hills Preserve.
They ran through the trees, leaves crunching undepaws sniffing the air for some sense of a scent. Derek caught it first, he was ahead of the other two. His nose sniffed the air and he barked at the other nodding ahead of them and the ran towards the scent.
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"Are you going to make me wait in the car again?"
"I'm going to kill you again, how about that?" Parrish offered instead.
"I'd love to see you try,"
Scott sighed. "That's enough," he said. "Let's go,"
The Sheriff knocked on the door of the house they'd not long arrived at. A panicked woman swung the door open.
Her eyes were red and swollen, her face blotchy from the crying. "Justin?!" she exclaimed.
"I'm sorry mam, we're not your son," Parrish said.
"But we do have some questions about him," Scott followed.
The woman gulped. "You're Scott McCall,"
"You know who I am?"
The woman sighed in the doorframe. "Everyone in this community knows who you are,"
Scott flashed his eyes red.
The woman looked defeated. "I suppose you lot should come in," She opened the door the rest of the way, turned on her heal and led the four men to a small sitting room with two couches, a chair and a coffee table. "You said you were here for my son," she started the conversation, no beating around the bush.
"We know he bit someone tonight mam," Parrish said. "We'd like to know what happened,"
Her eyes watered and she gulped. "He didn't mean to," she said. "It was an unusual amount of circumstance we could have never predicted,"
"You whole family is wendigo's?" Peter asked.
"Yes," she nodded. "But we're not monsters and we don't murder people," she exclaimed, eyes glancing at Peter like she knew more than she looked.
"And yet there's a dead man in the morgue courtesy of your son,"
"Peter!" the Sheriff yelled.
Peter sat down and shut up. Scott sat next to him while the other two sat across from them and the woman leaned against the single chair.
"Please," Scott said. "Tell us what happened and we can help you,"
"It's the first time my son has shifted," she exclaimed. "It happens when we're going through puberty,"
"The same as born werewolves," Peter added.
Olivia nodded. "Yes," she said. "But he's on the younger side we weren't expecting it, but he's been going through a lot, the stress exasperated it, combined with the full moon tonight, he's not in control," she continued. "And the heat, it makes us worse, we need to feed more often,"
"I take it you haven't found him since he ran off?" Scott asked gently, smiling small at the worried mother.
She shook her head no. "He's confused and scared, he's not in his right mind. His sisters are out searching the woods for him with their father," she added. "I'm waiting here in case he comes home,"
Scott nodded at the woman as she wiped the tears from her eyes. "We've got people in the woods, wolves fully shifted, looking for him," he said. "You should let your family know,"
"Please don't hurt my son," she begged.
"We won't," Parrish promised.
"That's not who we are," Scott insisted.
Peter scoffed. Scott glared at him.
His phone started ringing.
Stiles.
"Everything all right man?" Scott asked.
"Alright so Deaton says this is basically the worst night ever for an out of control wendigo," he rushed out.
"Yeah, we just spoke with Olivia, the kid Justin's mom. Something about the moon and the heat and she said it's his first turn," Scott replied.
"Deaton, you hear that?" Stiles asked. Then there was a rustle as Stiles put him on speakerphone.
"Scott," Deaton's voice came.
"Yeah, hey," he replied.
"Justin, the boy, he's only just turned for the first time?" he asked.
"Yes, that's what the mother said," he answered.
"That's bad, he'll be scared and his sense of control practically non-existent," he filled Scott in.
"Alright, do you have something that can help?" Scott enquired.
"Yeah, yeah, he gave us something to knock him out and mountain to trap him if we can't get him," Stiles' voice said over the phone.
Scott looked at the faces in the room eyes glued to him. "Okay, that's great,"
Suddenly Scott felt his senses come alive, his body on edge. Scott heard a long and loud unmistakable werewolf roar rumble and echo in the distance. Scott eyed glowed and stayed bright red, his werewolf eyes snapping to the window. Peter stood up, werewolf blue eyes present. Malia.
"Stiles call Liam and meet us at the preserve with the stuff,"
"Was that –" Lydia began to ask.
"Malia," Scott finished for her.
He hung the phone up. "We need to go," he said in Peter's direction. "She's not in trouble, they must have just found him or almost at least,"
Peter nodded and his chest vibrated with a growl.
"Parrish, you go with, I'll stay with Olivia, just to be safe," the Sheriff said.
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They'd found him devouring a rabbit in the middle of the woods. They stayed back and Malia howled for Scott, letting him kniw they'd found him and their location.
The kid heard but he was too preoccupied with the blood squirting out of the rabbit.
The three of them circled and surrounded him as silently as they could. He only noticed them when he dropped the rabbit, blood smeared on his face and hands, his wendigo teeth bared down and his eyes a scary pearly white out.
He growled and snarled at them.
Malia hissed, drawing her mouth open, baring her fangs, her paws gripping at the dirt. Derek growled at her not to move forwards.
They stayed like that for a while.
The scared teenage boy panted, blood and animal flesh dripping, and looked at them suspiciously, like he was trying to figure them out and he crouched like he was getting ready to pounce.
Suddenly in a mess of growls and snarls and the teenage wendigo lunged and landed on Malia who was the one closest in front of him who fell down onto her back as he pinned her down far stronger than she expected. She snarled and bit him everywhere she could, claws digging into his body, but his teeth sunk into her side under her ribs before Derek and Theo managed to pull him off. Her coyote form hissed and snarled and she roared in pain.
Shit, her human mind thought.
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Scott, Peter and Parrish were out of the car and had started making their way through the preserve following the scent of the others when they heard it.
The roar of pain.
She's hurt.
Scott roared back, the sound vibrating through the woods, shifted into his full werewolf form – vibrant red eyes, fangs pierced downwards as his face shifted changing, claws emerging – and he took off running with Parrish and Peter barley on his tails.
He followed her scent naturally and with ease requiring not a single bit of effort and found them in seconds moving with more speed than ever.
He recognised Theo and Derek's wolves holding down the teenage boy who must have been Justin, the wendigo.
She was laid on her side and he slid down beside her.
His hand slid into the fur beside her face, cupping the side, and his other assessed the wound, his hand hovering over the wound, black veins running up his arms as he took her pain not caring or feeling it himself for a second. "Are you alright?" he asked.
She flashed her eyes blue in response and her head nodded.
"Can you change back?" He said, but she didn't need to answer, the fur beneath his hands was already disappearing and changing to her creamy skin as the coyote transformed back into Malia, her bright blue werecoyote eyes on his red werewolf ones the whole time.
Theo and Derek snarled beside him as the struggled to contain the wendigo beneath their paws.
Scott pulled his shirt off and handed it to Malia to cover herself up with just as Peter and Parrish found them.
Peter saw the wound in his daughter side briefly and then averted his eyes from her naked body as she pulled the cotton shirt on over her head, wincing when her arm pulled at her side. "Is she alright?" he barked in Scott's direction.
"I'm fine," Malia replied.
"Stay with her," Scott demanded of them, as he went over to his other two pack members. He growled at the out of control wendigo.
He was wild beneath them, his body wailing and struggling and his bared fangs snarled and his white-out eyes moved around wildly. His senses must have been in overdrive with all the people now around him and the blood on some of them.
"Hey, stay down," Scott said, still in his full werewolf shift.
The boy couldn't speak. He couldn't only snarl and growl, his nostrils flaring with all the scents and smells surrounding him.
Scott placed a foot on the boy's chest, pressing down enough to keep him there but not do any damage. Wendigoes were strong, sometimes stronger than werewolves, but Scott didn't think they had the same healing capabilities.
"What are we doing with him? He's like a rabid dog!" Malia yelled.
"Stiles is on his way with something to knock him out!" Scott called back. Justin struggled continuously beneath him. He pressed his foot down. "If I can hold him for that long!"
"Someone's coming!" Peter yelled.
Two girls appeared with an older man. "Justin!" The younger of the two girls shouted, she looked about seventeen.
"Please don't hurt my brother, he doesn't know who he is right now!" The older girl yelled.
"We're not going to hurt him," Malia said, taking Peter's extended hand to help herself get up off the forest floor. Scott's t-shirt covered her but just barely, the edge of it skimming over her ass.
"I beg to differ, he tried to kill you," Peter sniped.
Malia rolled her eyes at her father. "Oh, shut up, would you," she said, slapping his shoulder.
"Would you please not raise your hand it raises the t-shirt," Peter said, averting his eyes.
"I have no problem with my body,"
"Malia,"
"Um, do you guys normally run around the woods half naked?" The man asked.
"No," Half of them responded.
"You wife should have told you we were coming to help with your son," Scott barked over everyone.
The older man looked at him. "She did, but this is a family matter we don't need your help, Scott McCall,"
"I beg to differ," He said, using Peter's phrase. "He's killed someone, we only want to stop that from happening again,"
"Scott, I can smell Stiles and the others," Malia said.
"Scott!" They heard Lydia's voice yell soon followed by her appearance alongside Stiles, Liam, Mason and Corey.
"Liam help me hold him," Scott said. Liam ran over, standing next to Theo's coyote form, whose tail brushed against his leg.
"Please," the younger girl begged. "Don't hurt him!"
"Scott," Lydia said, eyes wide. "We have to knock him out now!"
"Did you see something?" He asked.
She nodded. "He's going to overpower you soon enough and go on a rampage, Stiles knock him out now!"
Stiles produced a syringe from his shorts pocket.
The father's eyes widened. "No! What is that?"
"Don't worry, just an extremely strong sedative," Stiles replied.
"Hurry up, Stiles!" Lydia yelled.
Justin snarled once more and his left hand broke free of Derek's hold on him throwing him off so he handed a few feet away crying out in pain.
"Shit!" Stiles cursed, throwing the syringe full of clear liquid towards Scott who caught it in the air with his hand. He burst the cap off, grabbed the kid's flailing arm and jabbed it in.
Justin whited out wendigo eyes disappeared into his own brown before they slowly closed and the young boy passed out. Liam backed away from unconscious teen and Theo's animal form followed him standing wrapped behind his legs. When he thought no one was looking he reached down and scratched behind his ear, Theo almost purring in response.
Stiles scoffed from his position beside Lydia. "I saw that," he smirked. Theo growled, teeth barred.
The two girls ran over to their brother, crouching down beside him. One ran their fingers through his hair while the other checked his pulse. "He's still breathing," she said, looking back at her father.
"We don't kill people," Lydia said. "But he was going to, trust me,"
The dad nodded. "You're the banshee," he said.
"Yes," she replied.
"Thank you," he smiled sadly.
"Deaton said we can take him to the clinic if we need somewhere to hold him," Stiles said.
The girls shook their heads. "We have somewhere to hold him at home," the older of the two said. "Until this passes and he learns control,"
The father nodded.
"Alright, we'll help you get him home," Scott said.
Liam and Corey helped Scott and Peter carry the teenager's body through the preserve while his family and the rest of the pack followed towards where all their cars were parked. "A wendigo, this is so cool," Mason said excitedly as they walked. "Like you guys are cannibals,"
"Yes, we are aware thank you,"
"Mason," Liam hissed. "Shut up!"
"This is not the time, Mase," Corey added.
"Right, yeah totally, sorry," He rushed out.
They made to the cars and Malia skipped ahead to her car first so she could grab her shorts. She'd pulled them on when the rest of the group reached them. She looked up at the sky and moon was disappearing, replaced by the sun rising in its place.
Derek and Theo animals form ran ahead too towards the cars so they could shift in some sense of privacy.
Derek and Theo hid behind car doors and soon they were shifting off four legs on to two taller legs, bodies stretching upwards. Theo grabbed his clothes from the car while he saw Liam staring at him from the corner of his eyes, trying not to stare and appreciate his naked body in the process. He smirked at his boyfriend failing miserably.
"Do you guys have a car?" Scott asked the family.
The father shook his head. "I can drive you home," Parrish said. "I need to pick the Sheriff up anyway,"
"Thank you," he responded.
"Wow," One of the girls said when they saw Theo and Derek now human again and fully clothed. "I've never seen that before, that's totally cool,"
Derek looked unamused.
Scott and the boys carrying the body helped place him in the trunk of Parrish's car. "Sorry, but it's better safe than sorry," Stiles said. "Deaton said with all the factors going on what was in that syringe should keep him knocked it but it wasn't a guarantee,"
"We understand," the father said.
"Alright, well I'm beat and you don't need us anymore," Stiles announced. "I'd like to go home and sleep,"
Lydia chuckled.
"Yeah, everyone get home and get some rest," Scott nodded in agreement.
Everyone nodded and hugged and said goodbye and cars left the space one by one.
"I'll let the sheriff know everything is alright," Parrish said as he left.
"Thank you," Scott said, climbing into Malia's car.
Within the hour each and every member of the pack were making their way through the doors of their respective homes or houses they were staying in with their respective partners collapsing and falling into their beds, removing their sweaty and or blood-stained clothes to go bed as the sun rose high in the sky for a hot day as the rest of town woke for the day ahead of them.
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"God, it's even hotter now," Malia said as she fell on top of the mattress.
Scott pulled his shorts off and collapsed right down beside her. He pushed his shirt on her body up to reveal the side where she'd been bitten, his fingers ghosting over the dried blood on her skin over the now almost entirely healed skin.
"It doesn't even hurt now, I can feel it almost done healing," she assured him, pushing her face into his, noses touching. She sighed into his face before resting her head in his neck. His body was radiating heat and they were both sweating and uncaring. "I'm so tired," she yawned.
He slid an arm around her waist. "Me too," he said, voice thick with sleep, as his eyes falling closed against her shoulder.
The fell asleep like that, no covers surrounding them, just too-warm bodies stuck together happily.
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Stiles' face was squashed against the window frame half asleep already despite the brightening sky outside when Lydia pulled up outside her house.
"C'mon, sleepy head I'm not carrying you in," she said, poking him in the shoulder.
He grumbled, lifting his head and unbuckling his seat belt. "I'd do it for you," He mumbled through a yawn.
Lydia laughed and they got out the car.
They walked hand-in-hand sleepily up the path and through the door. "Finally, I've been calling, what happened this morning?"
"Wendigo," Lydia said.
"Supernatural murder," Stiles said, at the same time.
Natalie's eyes widened. "I'll explain later, mom, we're really tired,"
"Alright," her frown etched face said. "I'll see you when I get home from work," and she was gone.
Stiles pulled his top off walking up the stairs, toed off his shoes and fell on top of the covers, too tired to even think anymore. "I love you, Lydia, but please no more supernatural dreams today, I need my beauty sleep," he said, eyes closed, burying his head into the pillow.
Lydia left her top on and removed her shoes and leggings before twisting her long red hair that was sticking to the back of her neck with sweat into a bun atop her head and crawling up the bed beside him, wrapping her legs and arms around him like a vine. They'd never get tired of being this close. "Mhm," she breathed into his neck. Stiles wrapped an around her neck and pressed his lips to her pulse. "I'll do my best," she said, sleepily.
They chuckled together, eyes closed, both drifting into a supernatural-free dreamland.
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Liam yawned louder than loud when the entered Theo's apartment. Theo stripped of his clothes until he was naked while Liam merely fell on top of the mattress still clothes in a wife beater tank and shorts, shoes and all, head snuggling into the pillow.
Theo narrowed his eyes. "It's way too hot to sleep in that," he yawned. "And take off your shoes, you idiot," he said.
Liam struggled but kicked his shoes off. "I'm too exhausted," he mumbled into the pillow.
Theo stood at the bottom of the bed and leaned over, hooked his finger on the inside on his boxers and began pulling them down with his shorts. Liam lifted his hips slightly off the bed in an attempt to help and Theo simply shook his head. "You think you can take your own top off, little wolf?" he asked.
Liam cracked his eyes open, pouted and shook his head. Theo leaned over his body and used his claws to rip the shirt and pulled it away from his body before crawling up the bed beside him pulling his back to his chest. "Alright, sleep, little baby wolf," Theo laughed into his neck. Liam grabbed his hand and linked their hands, too tired to complain about the nickname.
Liam was snoring soon enough and Theo drifted asleep right after his face in his neck.
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"Mase, w-w-what time is it now?" Corey mumbled through a yawn as they made their way through Mason's parent's house, down the hall to his room.
Mason shrugged in front of him. "I don't even know, six-seven?" he questioned.
"Six-forty-five," Mason's mother's voice came from the kitchen at the end of the hallway. Corey and Mason stopped before entering his room and looked to where her voice came from.
"Morning, mom," Mason said sleepily.
"I know its summer but Christ almighty have you two boys been out alight?" She admonished. "It's breakfast time!"
Corey and Mason shook their heads. "Not for us," Corey said.
"Yeah, we're gonna get some sleep, mom," Mason added.
"Youth these days," His mother replied, shaking her head.
Corey smiled and they entered his bedroom, closing the door behind them. "I love your mom," He smiled sadly thinking of his own whom he hadn't spoken to in years since he'd finished high school and left for college with Mason.
"She's too cheery at this time," he said, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it in the direction of his washing basket in the corner of the room, missing it by a mile.
Corey sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his trainers off, followed soon by his shirt. He and Mason both threw their trousers onto the floor, climbing under just the thin sheet of his bed.
"God, I haven't missed these kinds of nights," Corey said, lying on his back, his head falling against the pillow as his eyes drifted closed. Mason curled his body into his side and lay his head on his chest, one leg hooked over his hip. Corey smiled tiredly, wrapping an arm around Mason's back pulling his closer despite how hot and sweaty they were.
"I kind of like it," Mason smiled into his chest. "I miss us all working together as a pack,"
Corey smiled and nodded. "We could just hang out like normal friends," he chuckled.
"Nah, not the same," Mason laughed too.
They fell asleep holding onto each other tightly.
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Well this one was definitely different than what I usually write, and my longest, but I kind of enjoyed it. I hope you guys did too.
I don't know why on earth I chose to write so much of the pack it's so hard to write scenes with them all because I literally forget about some people and it's hard to think of what to have them all do. I feel like I've been doing a Jeff in this and kind of forgot to use Parrish so I'm trying to work on that.
I'm definitely trying to work on some of your suggestions. I want to write some more Morey, I love those two, and defenitley more Stydia.
Feedback and suggestions are all love.
Shannxx