Chapter 5

2 days before the first game

Percy POV

Allison is ignoring Scott, so she is only talking to Lydia and I. Scott is worried out of his mind, as he thinks up some apologies and excuses for Alison, and worrying about the fact he is a werewolf. Stiles is ogling Lydia at a distance, and I am trying my hardest not to spill about me being a demigod.

Yup, just your normal highschool teen life.

I was sitting on the bench inside the locker room, as I tied the laces of my black cleats, already geared up for lacrosse. Stiles was babbling to me about the new Iron Man movie, before Scott walked by us, and next to his lockers that was close to ours. Stiles and I saw him drop his backpack on the floor, in a daze. Scott soon then started to take off the pads on his arms, his shoulders, his shirts, as they all dropped to the ground. Stiles and I shared worried looks at each other, as we turned back to Scott, who turned around, his back hitting the lockers, as his face is a mixture of horrified and panic expression. He looks like he just saw a ghost.

"Did you apologize to Alison today?" Stiles asked him.

"Yeah" was only Scott's reply.

"So, she's giving you a second chance or?" I asked him, trailing off at the end. Scott nodded.

"Yeah! Alright, so everything's good" Stiles exclaimed, waving his arms as he was about to walk off.

"No" Scott said, his face dropping.

"No?" I asked him, my brows furrowed, as I stood up from the bench.

"Remember the hunters. Her dad is one of them" he said in a trance like voice.

My eyes widen, as I had totally forgot that I saw Chris at the woods, hunting Derek, me and werewolf Scott. He doesn't know that Nico and I are Alphas, this is just getting messier every day.

"Her dad?" Stiles asked him, wide eyed.

"Shot me."

"Alison's father?" Stiles asked in disbelief.

"With a crossbow."

"Alison's father?" Stiles repeated again like a broken record. I chuckled softly at Stile's question.

"Yes, her father!" Scott roared out, causing Stiles to jump a bit from his outburst.

Scott then started to breath heavily. "Oh my god, oh my god" Scott started to mumble under his breath.

I came up to Scott and lightly tap his shoulders with my lacrosse gloves saying "Snap out of it and calm down" as his face is filled with panic.

"No Scott, come on. He didn't recognize you, did he huh?" Stiles asked him, trying to calm him down.

I interrupted Scott with an arm on his shoulder, "no her father didn't recognize you, he didn't even recognize me."

"Does Alison know about them?"

"No she doesn't know about the Supernatural world...yet" I said.

We heard the Coach blowing his whistle, signaling that we need to go out on the field. "Okay, just focus on lacrosse OK? Take this, take this, and take this" Stiles said, as he started to give Scott his lacrosse gear. "Just focus on lacrosse right now OK. Here. We. Go!"

Stiles patted Scott's arm, before walking away and tripping on his own feet. "C'mon, Scotty. Just relax and breath" I told him, as I grabbed my lacrosse stick and helmet, as I walked away, letting him get ready.

As soon as we got on the field, Coach Finstock blew his whistle at us. "Hurry up you two."

We quickly got in line with the rest of the lacrosse team, as Coach told the other Jackson to take the long stick, meaning he's defense. I'm right behind Scott, as Stiles is behind me in line. We watched all the players crashed and clash on Jackson, and either to fall to him or the lucky ones, pass him and made a goal.

It was Scott's turn, but it didn't seem that he was focused, because he didn't go when Coach blew the whistle, signaling for him to go. I nudged him on the back with my lacrosse stick and he snapped out of it, as he realized it was his turn to go.

"Let's go McCall! What are you waiting for?! "Coach Finstock shouted at him.

Coach blew his whistle and Scott jogged at Jackson, who was crouched down, ready to stop Scott. They crashed and Jackson pushed Scott off from his feet, up in the air, and falling hard on the ground. I winced for him, as Stiles said, "Ouch."

"McCall, hey McCall" Coach laughed.

Jackson smirked at him. "Are you sure you want to be in first line McCall?" I heard Jackson say to Scott. This only made Scott mad, as his heartbeat a little faster.

"Ha, my grandmother can move faster than that" Coach laughed at Scott, who was bent over. "And she's dead. Do you think you can move faster than my lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother?" Coach taunted him.

Scott's heartbeat faster. "Yes Coach" Scott whispered.

"What? I can't hear you" Coach mocked him.

"Yes Coach" Scott said, louder this time.

"Then do it again. McCall's going to do it again!" Coach shouted to the crowd. Scott jogged back in line in front of me.

"Hey, Scott, calm down, if you shift, your life is over." I whispered to him. The only response I got, is a low growl from him. "Oh crap, he's going to shift" I whispered to Stiles.

Coach blew the whistle and Scott was off sprinting towards Jackson. But it was different. His movements were animalistic. Scott soon collided hard with Jackson and we all heard a "cracking" sound. Jackson fell to the ground, holding his shoulder in pain, as Scott hands flew to his helmet, clutching it painfully and falling to his knees. Stiles and I quickly ran to Scott, while everybody was focused on Jackson.

"Scott! Scott!" Stiles panicked.

"I can't control it you guys. It's happening" Scott panted, as I saw a glimpse of his fangs coming out. Stiles loomed over him, so no one can see him wolf out. "What?! Right here, right now?!"

"Stiles, we have to get him away from public" I told him, as I hoisted Scott up, with Stiles help, as we sneaked away, into the locker room.

We totally missed the hard glare from the distance of the one and only, Derek Hale. We stumbled inside the locker room, as Scott started to breathe heavily, tossing of his gloves. Scott leaned on the wall, as Stiles and I stood in front of him in concern.

"You OK? Scott you-" I was cut off by Scott.

"Get away from me!" he roared at us, his brown eyes flashing gold and his fangs coming out.

Stiles fell down on his butt, as I faced the boy and partially shifted in front of him. Scott then started advancing on me and Stiles started crawling away from him. I backed up, grabbing Stiles by his jersey and lifting him up, and pushed him behind me. "Run! Go get Nico!" I shouted at Stiles, pushing him to go, as he was frozen in fear.

Scott jumped up on top of the lockers, crouching down on all fours, giving us a low, dangerous growl. Stiles being him, stumbled and tripped on his own feet, banging on the lockers. I basically had to pick up or drag Stiles by his jersey. Stiles ran around the lockers, as Scott is advancing on me dangerously. Scott then dropped right in front of us and roared loudly, claws extended out. Stiles stumbled and hit the wall and the fire extinguisher. I squared my shoulders and tackled Scott to the lockers, his back hitting the lockers hard. I stepped back and crouched down, as Scott swiped the air with his claws, missing my head by inches.

"Perce!" Stiles shouted, as he hold the extinguisher in his hands, ready to use it.

I got the idea and I dropped to the ground, rolling away. There was a loud "Psshhh" sound, as Stiles fires the extinguisher at Scott. Scott swiped at the air, while white smoke covered his whole body. Scott then sat on the bench when Stiles stopped and exit out of the room. I got up from the ground, taking off my gloves, and watched Scott take of his helmet. Scott face is covered in sweat. "Stiles? Percy?" Scott panted in confusion.

Stiles peeked his head inside the door and sighed in relief when he saw Scott back to normal.

"What happened?" Scott asked us.

"You don't remember?" I asked him, as Stiles dropped the extinguisher to the ground, taking off his gloves. Scott shook his head no.

"You shifted and tried to kill us" Stiles told him.

"It's like we told you before. It's the anger, your pulse rising. It's a trigger" I told him.

"But that's lacrosse. It's a pretty violent game if you haven't noticed" Scott argued at us.

"Well, it will be more violent of you kill someone on the field." I shot back.

"Way to be optimistic" Stiles muttered sarcastically. I ignored his comment. "You can't play Saturday. You have to get out of the game" I continued.

"But I'm first line" Scott argued.

"Scott, unless we can find a way to control your shifts, then you won't play." Stiles told him sadly.

Practice was finished early, as Jackson was taken to the hospital. Stiles offered us to drive us home. We all sat in silence, as Stiles and I watched Scott carefully, who was looking at the window. Nico was already at home helping Alison with a chemistry assignment. We said goodbye to Stiles and trudged inside the house, up the stairs, and into Scott's room. I dropped my backpack on the floor and sat on his desk chair as Scott collapsed on his bed. There was a knock on the door.

"Hey, late shift again. But I am taking Saturday off to see your first game" I heard Melissa say to us.

"Mom, no. You can't."

"Oh, c'mon. I can and I will. C'mon, one shift isn't going to break us. Completely" I heard Aunt Melissa mumble that last part.

"Hey, what's wrong with your eyes?" I heard Melissa ask Scott.

I shot up from the chair in a panic and just fell to the ground with a loud thud, which made Melissa burst out laughing. "What?!" I said, getting up.

"His eyes looks tired. Like he haven't slept in days. Yours too" Melissa said, looking at us weird, but also in motherly concern. I sighed in relief and leaned on the wall, my arms crossed over my chest. "Oh, it's nothing. Just some stress" Scott said.

Melissa turned to me, for my explanation. I shrugged my shoulders. "Can't sleep." It's not a complete lie, just not the whole truth. She gave me a concerned look but nodded.

"That's it? Nothing else? I mean, it's not like you guys are on drugs, or anything right?" she laughed in the end, but stopped at Scott's expression. "Right now?"

I face palmed at Scott's response before slapping him upside the head with a look that said 'are you stupid?' I looked at Melissa and said "don't worry about this idiot here, he is just tired. I don't know why he would say that."

"I'm sorry, what do you mean right now? I mean, have you ever taken drugs?!" Melissa exclaimed at us ignoring my comment.

Scott raised his eyebrows at her. "Have you?" That silenced her for a second. "Get some sleep. Both of you" she order us, as she left the room to go to work.

Scott stuffed his face in his pillow, sighing. Soon Scott got a video chat from Stiles. I sat next to Scott, as the computer showed Stiles turned around in his computer chair, shooting us through the camera, with a toy gun that made noises. Scott and I both rolled our eyes, as Stiles gave us a goofy smile.

"What you find out?" Scott asked Stiles.

"Well, it's bad. Jackson got a separated shoulder."

"But is he going to play?" Scott asked.

"They don't know yet. Now, they are just counting on you and Percy for Saturday." We both groaned.

I stiffened, as I just now heard an extra heartbeat in this room. I turned around, only to see Derek grab Scott by his shoulders and roughly shove him against the wall. I shot up on my feet and pushed Derek away from Scott, glaring at him. He returned the gesture.

"I saw you out on the field" Derek growled quietly at Scott.

"What are you talking about?" Scott said.

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

"They didn't see anything. I-I swear" Scott said.

"And they won't. Because if you even try to play that game on Saturday, I will kill you myself" Derek threaten him.

"Hold on Derek, how about this, if he shifts at the game, then you can kill him. That will give him an incentive not to shift." I reasoned with Derek, who thought about it before nodding.

Scott turned to me with a shocked look on his face "why would you make a deal like that? I thought you were on my side?"

I turned to him with my red pupils "Because, I don't want you to play either until you can go through a practice without shifting. But I know that despite our warnings, you will play anyways. Just know that we have tried to help you, but you won't let us. Because guess what Scott, we've been werewolves longer than you, Derek was born one, and Nico and I have been Alpha's for the for many years. We know what to do. So if you won't take our help, then fine, deal with it by yourself. This is a warning, because if you shift during that game, I won't hold Derek back, you deal with him on your own." With that I looked at Derek, he nodded to me before glaring at Scott, then disappeared through Scott's window. Scott sighed in relief and place his hands on his knees, bowing his head down.

A/N: Okay I know that most of you may be confused about what Percy just said about being Alpha's for 5 years even though it's not true. He is only saying that to get Scott to receive help from them. They have only been werewolves for 1 year, but Scott doesn't need to know that. Just thought I would clear that up for everyone.

Next Day

Right when I closed my locker, Allison showed up, giving me a "Hello" smile.

"Morning cousin" I greeted her, leaning on my locker, returning the smile.

"Morning Perce" she laughed. "Can I ask you a question?" Allison asked me suddenly.

"You just did" she shot me a look. "But go ahead" I told her, stuffing my hands in my jeans pockets.

"Does Scott talk to you about me?" she asked me a bit embarrassed, as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Why you ask?"

"Just curious."

"You know, curiosity kills the cat" I joked.

"Percy. Please" she whined at me, giving me a puppy look.

I chuckled and raised my hands up in a type of surrender. "Alright, Alright. If you really want me to spill. Scott is probably going to hate me for this, but yes, he talks about you 24/7."

"About what?"

"I can't believe she gave me a second chance! Dude smell my breath Alison's coming! Is my hair alright? Do you think she likes me? I can't believe she went on a date with me! She's like an angel!" I told her, imitating Scott's voice perfectly.

"He said that?" she whispered to me. I nodded my head to her. "He really likes you Alison. And I'm not just saying that because your my cousin, but also because he's my friend" I told her, as we entered the classroom.

"Thank you Percy. You're a good friend" she told me, as she sits behind Scott, while I sat on her right, behind Stiles.

"It's what I do" I smirked at her, as I placed my hands behind my head, stretched my legs out, right when the bell rang. I saw Scott turn around and gave me a 'thank you' nod. I just gave him a wink, before turning my focus on the teacher babbling.

Yes despite my threat I will still help you out, you little lovesick puppy.

"Perseus, over here," Coach shouted at me, motioning me to come to his desk.

I sighed and walked to the front of his desk. "Yeah Coach?"

"Why is McCall not playing on Saturday?"

I shrugged my shoulders, playing dumb. "I don't know Coach"

"Is he on drugs?"

I looked down and smiled before looking back up with a confused expression. "Um, no Coach. Scott's not on drugs."

"Is he having, you know, thoughts about the other gender?"

"No Coach, Scott's not gay."

"How do you know he's not gay?" Coach questioned me.

"Because, I would know by now, OK Coach. He's probably just dealing with some problems."

Coach sighed. "Fine, take a seat." I gladly took that order.

It's the middle of the day and I am ready to eat lunch. I soon stopped, as my phone vibrated, alerting me that I got a message. I stepped out from the crowd and took out my phone. It was a message from Chris, "Coming to see you guys play!" I smiled at that but then I quickly thought to Scott. If Scott plays on Saturday, he could shift, and if he shifts, his life is over.

As I walked down the stairs, I saw Scott and Alison talking. "I am never busy for you" I heard Scott say. I rolled my eyes at his cheesy comment.

"I like the sound of that. I have to run to French class, but I just wanted you to know that I am going to see you play on Saturday." Alison replied.

"You are?" I heard Scott, as I jogged down the stairs faster.

"And we are all going out afterwards. You, me, Lydia, Jackson. It's going to be great. You can tell Stiles he can come too."

"And I'm not invited? I'm hurt Allison, I thought we were cousins" I mocked hurtfully, placing a hand on my heart. She laughed at me, which Scott shot me a glare, in which I playfully pinched one of his cheeks. "Ahh aren't you cute." Which caused Scott to go beet red and Alison to burst out laughing.

"Of course you're invited Percy. See you guys at lunch" Alison soon left.

"Dude, she's coming to watch me play? If I don't play, I'll disappoint her and let the whole school down, but if I do play, I'll risk hurting someone and shift in front of everyone. What should I do?" Scott panicked.

"I usually wing it with my problems, so you are asking the wrong person. Just remember the deal with Derek, maybe that will keep you focused." I told him.

"But you usually know what the right thing to do is." Scott argued.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "If you really want to play, then you need to start to learn fast on how to control yourself. How to make yourself angry and raise your pulse during the game, but not shift. If you are willing, today after school I can help with that."

"But how do I control it?"

"I don't know Scott. This is my first time that a friend of mine got bit by a werewolf, gain super speed, strength, smell, hearing and reflexes, dating a girl with a family of werewolves hunters, and a werewolf guy that seems to hate our guts and want to kill us. Look, I have to go to class, will talk about this later" I told him, as I pat him on the shoulder, and walking to my locker.

Okay I know I could have done a better job than that, but I need to get to class.

The hallway is almost completely empty, as I went to my locker. The only people in the hallway is Alison, a few students, and I. I quickly left my locker but cursed under my breath, as the bell rang, signaling that I was late. I closed my locker and was about to leave, but stop when I notice Alison frozen, as she held a black jacket in her arms, confused written all over her face. I looked at the jacket and realized it is the same jacket that Derek Hale use to lure werewolf Scott into the woods. Crap, hopefully Scott doesn't see.

Scott's eyes landed on Alison arms, which she held the black jacket from the night Scott shifted. FUCK!

"Where did you get that?" Scott asked her in a demanding tone.

"My jacket? It was in my locker. I think Lydia brought it back from the party. She knows my combination-" she was cut off by Scott.

"Did she say she brought it back? Or did someone give her the jacket?"

I shifted on my feet, as I can feel the tension rising between them.

"Like who?" Alison asked confused.

"Like Derek."

"Your friend?"

"He's not my friend. How much did you talk to him when he drove you home?" Scott questioned, his voice raising with each word.

I grabbed Scott by the shoulder starting to pull him away, hoping he gets the message that he is making Alison uncomfortable and nervous from all the questions he is asking her. Unfortunately, he didn't.

"Not much at all" Allison said, looking at me. I nodded and put myself in between them.

"Scott" I said to him as I pushed him away, but it was too late. "I have to get to class" she said walking away. Scott breathed heavily and he clenched his jaw, his eyes shining with anger.

"Scott..." I said to him, angry at him for losing his cool at Allison.

He didn't said anything, but he looked ready to kill somebody. Scott stormed off and went outside of the school, to his bike. I quickly followed behind him, not caring that I am going to get punished by Coach for missing practice. I'm glad I had grabbed my board out of my locker earlier. Right when I was outside, Scott was already on his bike and he sped off, as cars honked him and students shouted at him for getting in their way.

"I'm about to put a silver leash on you Scott. You so owe me for this" I mumbled to myself, as I skated after Scott, texting Stiles that we are not going to be at practice today.

Scott pedaled like a madman on his bike. I pumped my legs to go faster and my skateboarded picked up the pace, keeping up with Scott's speed. In minutes, we were out off the road and into the woods. I had no choice but to follow him on foot. I quickly popped my board in my hands, tucked it under my ribs, as I ran behind Scott. We soon reached to a burnt down old house that looked like it's going to collapse any second. The chimney is barely standing. All the windows are either shattered, cracked, or broken. The house is black and burnt. I bet it was once a beautiful house.

"Derek! Derek!" Scott roughly threw his bike, helmet, and backpack to the ground. I quickly jogged next to Scott, as I pretended to be winded out. Then I caught the smell. The smell of blood and death. I wrinkled my nose and followed Scott's gaze, knowing he smelled it too. It was at the east side of the house, with a pile of dirt. I furrowed my brows in confusion. Derek then came out of nowhere and would've made me jump if I hadn't sensed his presence.

"Stay away from her! She doesn't know anything!" Scott shouted at him, as he walked down the stairs and towards us.

"Yeah. What if she does? What about Nico and Percy, they live with hunters? Do you really think that your little buddy Stiles can just Google werewolves and now you know all the answers huh? You don't get it Scott, we are looking out for you" Derek ranted at Scott.

I came up to stand besides Scott "look Derek, I am 100% sure that she doesn't know anything. Hell, even though I live with them, they have no idea that Nico and I are Alphas. Even though Chris has already trained Nico and me to become hunters, we are sticking by you and Scott. I know that I may not be considered trustworthy to you considering I'm not in your pack, but trust that I want this to calm down as soon as possible."

"Well you have a weird way of showing it" Derek told me. I nodded back and responded "not going to blame you there."

Derek and Scott held a heavy stare down, before Derek bent down to Scott's backpack and picked up his lacrosse stick. Derek twirled and held it in his hands. "Your mom, your friends, the second they see you shift," Derek then flashed his claws out and ripped the strings on the lacrosse stick, leaving three long claw marks on it. "Everything falls apart."

Derek then tossed the lacrosse stick in the air and Scott caught it with his quick reflexes, and when he looked up, Derek was gone. We looked around us, but he was nowhere in sight. Scott looked at me "can you do that?" I looked at him with a bored expression on my face before nodding.

"Come on. I've made up my mind for Saturday" Scott told me, getting back on his bike.

"Hold up! Let me take a minute to breathe. You have a bike, I'm stuck on a board."

After a few minutes we soon walked away from the Hale house. "I smelled something back there" Scott told me.

"I did too. What do you think it is?" I already knew what it was but I wanted to see if Scott had mastered some more of his powers.

"Something that is going to let me play on Saturday" was his only response.

We walked all the way home in silence. Scott called Stiles to come over. I can tell Scott is planning something, as I sat on Scott's armchair in his room, fixing my board, glancing up briefly at Scott who was fixing his lacrosse stick.

Soon we heard someone barge through the front door of the house and quickly running up the stairs, causing lots of noise. I rolled my eyes, knowing that it's Stiles.

My theory is proven right, when he stumble in Scott's room, waving his arms around. "What did you found? How did you find it? Where did you find it? And yes, I had a lot of Adderall" Stiles said, as he blinked his eyes furiously, confirming his statement. I chuckled softly.

"We found something at Derek Hales place" Scott told him.

"Are you kidding, what?" Stiles asked.

"There's something buried there. I smelled blood" he told him.

"That's awesome!" Stiles exclaimed. I gave him a weird look.

"I mean, that's terrible. Who's blood?" Stiles corrected, still blinking.

"Wait, you think it's the blood from other half of the body?" I told them, still playing dumb.

"I don't know. But when we do, your dad nails Derek with the murder. Then you guys help me play lacrosse without changing. Because there is no way, I am not playing that game" he told us, determined to play on Saturday.

Scott threw his lacrosse stick in his bed, while Stiles just gave him a goofy smile. I looked at Scott, pissed for thinking that this will work. Maybe I can convince him of otherwise. If not, this is not going to end well. I thought as we left to go to that weird house.

I pulled Nico out of studying to come help us and convince Scott to abandon this wild plan. We soon started digging at where Scott said the scent is at. We dug. And dug. And dug. Seconds turned to minutes, and minutes turned to hours. This is taking too long, even with three guys digging, and one on lookout duty.

"This is taking way to long" Scott panted voicing my thoughts.

"Let's just keep digging." Stiles replied.

"What if he comes back?" I asked Stiles, digging up some more dirt.

"Then we get the hell out of here" he said.

"What if he catches us?" Scott pointed out.

"I have a plan for that" he told us.

"Which is?" Scott asked.

"You run one way, and I run another way, and whoever he catches first, too bad" Stiles explained his oh so wonderful plan.

Nico looked over "what about me and Percy?"

"Well since you two are Alphas, surely you can escape just fine on you own." Stiles shot back, earning a grin from me.

"I hate that plan" Scott told him.

"No it's, pretty good. We just trip Stiles and that gives you some time to run" I told him, as Stiles threw dirt at me.

A/N: I'm not going to go into finding the body and getting Derek thrown into jail. Considering everyone knows what happens.

Updated: 12/25/2017