| Third Person's POV |

| Monday |

| Lacrosse Field |

"Let's go one-on-one from up top. Jackson take a long stick today. Attaboy."

Coach Finstock blows the whistle and tosses the ball to the first player...Greenberg. But Jackson is on him in seconds, smashing his stick down on the poor kid's gloves, sending the ball flying out of the pocket.

"Nicely done, Jackson. Greenberg, that was a pathetic display of amateur ability. Do a lap." As Greenberg takes off into a run, the next Player charges. A moment later he lands on the ground with a sickening thud.

Scott, gazing off with far too many thoughts swirling in his head, doesn't notice the other players backing up behind him.

"McCall, let's go!"

He snaps to attention, realizing he's at the head of the line. The coach tosses the ball. Scott goes for the shot. But Jackson comes at him with a volley of slap checks.

"Watch the slashing, Jackson!"

As the ball is knocked out of his grasp, Scott winces in pain. He cradles his forearm where Jackson's stick came down especially hard between the glove and elbow pad.

'Ouch, Jackson's out for blood, especially after last time. Let's hope Scott can control his anger.' Nate thinks.

"Still want to be first line, McCall?" Jackson taunts him. Scott gritting his teeth in anger, looks up to reveal his brown eyes are rapidly brightening to yellow.

"McCall, my grandmother can move faster than that and she's dead! Can you move faster than the lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother, McCall?" Coach too insults him about his bad play.

"Yes, Coach!" Scott replies with cold rage in his voice.

"Then do it again!"

The whistle blows and Scott shoots forward again as Coach tosses the ball to him. Stiles steps away from the rest of the team, and Nate reluctantly steps towards him in case he attacks the ones behind him and is ready to move if he attacks Jackson, after both noticing the change in Scott. His speed, the extraordinary agility with which he moves. An oblivious Jackson goes for a cross-check, heading for Scott with his stick horizontal even as the smaller boy hurtles toward him with ferocious speed. They collide like two goats locking horns. Both go down, Jackson hollering as he hits the ground.

The sickening sound of bone dislodging from the socket sends a cringe through Coach. While everyone else runs over to check on Jackson, Stiles hurries to Scott's side, And Nate stands between the two watching Scott in preparation to subdue him.

"Are you okay?" stile asks kneeling beside Scott. But Scott won't lift his head, won't reveal his face to Stiles underneath the helmet.

"Scott?" Scott's head tilts up to reveal the sharpened teeth jutting out from his lower jaw.

"It's happening. I can't control it. It's happening." Grabbing him by the shoulder pads, Stiles pulls him up.

"Come on. Before anyone sees. Come, on, come on!" He didn't know two people already noticed. As Stiles drags him off the field and toward the lockers.

'And I said not getting involved with this kind of shit. Now here I am doing the exact fucking opposite of what I said Fuck!' Nate follows them discreetly from behind. Neither of them notices him following them or that Derek Hale is watching from the sidelines.

The door to the locker room opens, and Stiles drags a hunched-over Scott inside. Scott removes his helmet.

"Get back" Scott manages to say.

"I'm just trying to help-" Stile replies closing the distance.

"Get away from me!" Scott pushes stiles away. His voice comes out with a frighteningly demonic rasp, head snapping around as if to rip out the other boy's throat. Stiles retreats, almost stumbling over his own feet at the sight of Scott's eyes. Scott tears off his lacrosse gloves to reveal his sharpened claws. climbs on the lockers so he can pin the prey down on the floor. The sounds coming from him are painful, animalistic, and frighteningly aggressive.

Stiles keeps stepping away in fear, accidentally backing against the wall. Scott spots him again but it's no longer him behind those rage-filled yellow eyes. He moves to the closer locker and makes a jump towards stiles. Seeing Scott jumping towards him and not knowing what to do he put his arms on his face hoping it would protect him or he gets to hold out long enough for Scott to come to his senses. Fortunately for Stiles two hands take hold of him and drag him out of the room.

Nate made it in time to save stiles by throwing him out of the room he goes inside and locks the door behind him. Scott snarls at him making animalistic voices and angry that he took his prey. Scott starts slashing him with his claws trying to go for his throat but Nate dodges all his actions while trying to think how to get out of this problem.

He notices a FIRE EXTINGUISHER, a plan of action comes to his mind and he goes for it. Taking it, he swings at Scott, which he dodges, to make some distance between them. And with Scott not expecting the next action catches the fire extinguisher that Nate throw at him after he swung it. Nate tackles Scott and picks him up and then slams him down hard to knock him out but no such luck. So, he pins him down and grabs his head while Scott is still disoriented and slams it against the floor, he goes out cold. In the meantime, you could hear stiles banging at the door yelling to open it.

'Great now what genius? With Scott out he probably won't remember me, but what about the other one?' Nate thinks for a few seconds when an idea hit him. He drags Scott over to where Stiles will see him as soon as he opens the door and he goes over to open it. Nate opens it wide and hides behind the door. Stiles seeing the door open notices Scott on the floor not moving thinking the worst he runs over. Nate glad the plan work slips behind him and closes the door. Stiles only sees the door close as he tried to look for the other person in the room. He decides to focus on Scott and checks if he is alive by feeling his breathing. He exhales in relief and tries to wake him up by gently shaking him, but it doesn't work. Option Two he slaps him on the face. That wakes him up.

"Stiles?" He's back to normal. Face drenched with sweat. With a big bump on his head that slowly heals as he talks. Nate behind the door hears Scott's normal voice.

'Ok, one death averted without getting found out at least for now' and goes back to the field.

"What happened?"

"You tried to kill me."

"And you managed to knock me out?" Scott looks at him and doesn't know what to think. Stiles still shaking and unable to conceal his anger at his friend.

"Wha- are you crazy? How do you think I can do that? No someone saved me at the last second. You were about to minced meat when someone from the team grabs me and throws me out of the room-"

"WHAT someone on the team knows am a werewolf? Oh my god am finished that's it"

"Hey hey get a hold of yourself we don't know that okay we'll find him and ask what he knows. Anyway, like I said he throws me out of the room and closes the door behind me, I don't know how he knocked you out. After that, he opens the door and I see you lying down and run over while he slips out." Stile finishes and sits down in front of Scott and explains what happened to him at the practice.

"It's like I told you. It's the anger, your pulse rising. They're all triggers."

"But that's lacrosse. It's a pretty violent game if you hadn't noticed."

"A lot more violent if you end up killing someone. You can't play Saturday. You have to get out of the game."

"But I'm first line." "Not anymore."

While Nate goes back and acts as if nothing happened. He proceeds to check on Jackson and find out how badly he's hurt.

| Later That Night At Scott's Room |

Scott drags himself up from the bed and opens his laptop. He goes on a call with stiles and then talked about Jackson. How he got a separated shoulder and they don't know if he'll play. And now everyone counts on Scott for the Saturday game. Suddenly Stiles pauses mid-sentence. Then comes closer to the screen, squinting his eyes at it. He seems to be looking at something in Scott's room. With a bad connection, stiles manage to text Scott that someone is in the room. Scott stops breathing. He doesn't turn around. Staying very still, his eyes move to his own image in the bottom corner of the webcam window. He slowly clicks the mouse, re-sizing the window, making it larger and larger until- He sees his own reflected face, an expression of pure fear on it. And behind him- Someone is standing there in the background. Scott spins around and Derek grabs him, yanking him away from the desk, dragging him up, he slams Scott face-first to the wall.

"I saw you on the field."

"What? What are you talking-"

"You shifted in front of them. If they find out what you are, they find out about me. About all of us. Then it's not just hunters after us. It's everyone."

But they didn't see I swear. Besides someone already knew about me."

"You don't talk about the other one who was with you are you?" Derek questions him with hints of threats in his voice.

"No-" Derek slams him again on the wall.

"Someone else he followed as to the locker room and knocked me out c-" "WHO?" Derek growls at him.

"I don't know I can't remember anything. Stiles couldn't see him either only that his on the team" Derek not knowing what to do about it decides to threaten Scott from playing lacrosse, but he'll check to see if he can find out who was the one that knocked this idiot out.

"Listen to me you try to play that game Saturday..." Derek comes terrifyingly close, right next to Scott's ear.

"I'll kill you myself."

He pulls Scott from the wall and sends him tumbling across the room. When Scott looks up from the floor- Derek is gone. The bedroom window lies open where he must have leaped with incredible speed, leaving Scott alone in his room. And shaking in fear.