First Day
Steve followed the principal around Beacon Hills High School as he explained how great the school was and pointing out where some of his classes would be for the day. Steve stopped and stared at one of the doors.
The principal noticed that Steve wasn't following him anymore, "That's the guidance office, hopefully you don't need an appointment on the first day." He smiled and turned to resume the tour.
Steve squinted at the door, explains the fear he smelled, but there was still a smell he couldn't place.He smiled and continued to follow the principal. "No, not that stressed about school just yet."Steve ran through the possibilities in his mind while barely paying attention to the principal. "Birds? Mixed with blood? But also, not blood? A ritual of sorts? This school has witches?"
Students began to fill the halls, interrupting his thoughts. "Good, enjoy your first day. Hopefully you'll do well here."
Steve sensed Scott and his pack enter the school as the bell rang. "I hope so too."
Steve sat through his classes bored by the teachers going over the same set of rules in each class. He had a free period before lunch and decided to use it to track down Scott. He started walking down the hall following Scott's scent when he smelled the fear he had sensed earlier, the same fear, but amplified, blocking all the other scents. He looked down and saw a dark-haired girl breathing heavily at her locker. She began to chant and hyperventilate, until her claws dug into her locker.
A red headed girl came up and grab the dark-haired girl. "Tracy?" she asked but the other girl continued to stare past her. "Tracy? Are you alright?" The dark-haired girl looked around, still terrified. "How 'bout we got outside?" The red headed girl started to lead her outside. Halfway to the door, she glanced back at Steve before giving him a small wave.
"How many werewolves are in Beacon Hills?"
Steve continued his search for Scott and his nose led him to the boy's locker room. He heard Theo talking, "My last try I went down and I hit hard, really hard. I was sitting there at the bottom of the pool and I realized something. I never heard the board come back down. It came at me fast I never got a chance to turn around before it bit me right here."
"Well it wasn't an accident he wanted to turn you." Scott said.
"Right so why weren't you part of his pack then? You know, why didn't he come back for you?" the tall boy from the night before asked.
"Because by the time of the first full moon he was dead."
"How'd you know that," he continued to press. Steve smiled slightly. He's persistent.
"I met another member of his pack a couple weeks later. He told me the alpha that bit me was killed by two of his own betas. They were twins." The omega paused. "Scott, listen to my pulse, I'm telling the truth."
"Right, or you know how to steady your pulse while you're lying your ass off."
Steve noticed it too. Theo's heart was steady throughout the entire story. Another person's heart would have accelerated when telling a traumatic story like that. He opened the locker room door and stepped inside. The trio turned their heads at the new arrival.
"Hey," Steve nodded his head greeting the three. Theo started to turn towards the door.
Theo stopped and turned back to the two. "Stiles, why would I lie?" Steve detected a bit of defensiveness in the question.
"'Cause maybe you're not who you say you are."
Theo turned toward Scott, "Okay. In the fourth grade you had an inhaler, I had one too. This one day I remember I was waiting in the nurse's office with an asthma attack, a bad one. I was waiting to be taken to the ER, you were waiting for the principal. You told me what happened when you go to the ER for asthma. How they give you oxygen and an IV of Prednisone. You made it sound easy like it was going to be okay." Stiles was rolling his eyes. "I've been by myself this whole time," Theo glanced towards Steve, "Everybody knows that lone wolves. . .they don't make it on their own," He turned his attention back to Scott, "I swear I'm that same kid from the fourth grade, I was hoping you were too."
The bell rang as soon as Theo finished his story, "I better not be late for class. You're not the only ones I need to make a good impression on." Theo smiled, grabbed his backpack and left the locker room. Scott and Stiles started to grab their stuff as well, glancing at each other before looking towards Steve who was still standing by the door.
"Can we help you?" Stiles asked slightly annoyed. Scott spared a quick glance towards Stiles, before looking back at Steve shrugging.
"Yeah, I already said I came to Beacon Hills for help," Steve said, knowing it would irate Stiles.
"What do you need help with?" Scott asked earnestly while the scent of Stiles' annoyance began to fill the room.
"I don't trust you with telling you, yet."
"Seriously?" Stiles said mouth slightly agape. "We're the ones who shouldn't trust you. We know nothing about you."
"I'll spare you from having to ask all the questions. I came from Colorado. My pack and I are in a bit of danger and I've heard from a mutual friend that Scott was the real deal and may be able to help, so I came to verify that information."
"What do you mean verify?" Scott asked.
"I came to observe and make sure you're the right guy for the job."
"How'd you get that scar on you face?" Stiles asked
Steve reached up and felt the scar that ran from his forehead, over his eye, and through his lip. "Won it in a fight."
"Yeah, okay. How 'bout you tell us how you became an alpha?" Stiles leered at Steve.
"I killed my alpha."
Scott raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, we probably won't trust you," Stiles spat.
"That's fine, you have no reason to." Steve started to walk towards the door before turning to look at Stiles, "But, at least I didn't lie." He continued to the door. He lingered a bit outside to overhear their conversation.
"Don't give me that look," Stiles said
"We have to give people the benefit of the doubt sometimes."
"Not this time. I'm right. There is something off about both of them—I can feel it."
"Lydia's the psychic, not you."
"Lydia's not a psychic, she's a banshee. Ok, there's a difference!"
Steve finished the day. He had definitely gotten the attention of Scott and his friend Stiles. When the final bell rang so did his phone. Steve ducked into the empty music room, hoping it was slightly sound proofed.
"How was your first day at school?" his friend, Charlie, asked.
"It was good, thanks mom. Really isn't all that bad, don't know why we never bothered going."
"I could think of few reasons. Is Scott going to help?"
"Haven't found out if it's even worth it yet. I've only seen him in action once, and wasn't impressed. We don't really need to add to the body count if we don't have to."
"Well you need to find out soon. We only have a few more months before shit is really going to hit the fan here."
Steve sighed, "I know, just keep everyone safe for now. I don't intend on coming back empty handed."
"Alright, keep me updated." Charlie hung up.
Steve tried to sense Scott's pack and was happy that they were still at the school. He came to the library when he saw the younger wolf from the previous night standing outside the door of the library. Steve rounded the corner and listened in on the pack's conversation.
Stiles was talking about Theo's dad's signature on a ticket and the transfer form and how they differed, convinced that he has proof that Theo's current dad is not his real dad.
"My parents are Peter and the Desert Wolf," the girl from the other night stated.
"Ah, werecoyote and a Hale explains the heighted senses," Steve thought.
"Ok, it's fine you know, I'll just figure this out myself. I don't need you, or you, or you. I don't need anyone!" Stiles shouted as he stormed out of the library.
Steve followed Stiles to his Jeep, the beta had beaten both of them there.
"What's a criminal tremor?" he asked holding up some papers.
Stiles shifted his Jeep into reverse as Steve popped his head in the passenger window. "Going on an adventure?"
"No," Stiles backed out of his spot, nearly taking Steve's head along for the ride. Steve hopped in his Camaro and started to follow the jeep for a bit before falling back and using his senses to tail them. At the very least aggravating Stiles would be a decent break from the chaos back home.
After three hours of sitting on the side of the road, Stiles and the beta began to follow a car into the woods. Steve stepped of his car a few yards away from where the other two had stopped and caught the scent of Theo.
He caught up to the two, making sure to hide his scent from the beta. When he saw the beta fall into a hole. Steve caught up to them and looked into the hole while Stiles rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Having fun?" Steve asked looking down at the beta.
"What the Hell? You followed us?" Stiles asked.
"I had nothing better to do," Steve shrugged, "It was syllabus day."
"Whatever, Liam, there he is. Hurry up, stop screwing around." Stiles took off toward Theo.
Steve reached his hand down towards Liam as he checked his phone, turning his flashlight on and reveling something shiny. "I'm Steve."
Liam hopped out of the hole on the other side. "Liam," he said without turning around and headed towards Stiles.
"Try and get his scent. Get anything?"
"Soap, it's nice—smells good."
"How naïve," Steve thought as he came up behind them.
"Not his soap. His emotional state, Chemosignals, remember?" Stiles rolled his eyes.
"Uh, he's sad."
"Sad?"
"He's grieving," Steve chimed in. His nose twitched. There was something odd about the scent but he couldn't figure out just what.
"Yeah," Liam sent a dirty look Steve's way.
"Grief?" Stiles asked as Theo tossed a flower into the creek. "Oh my God, go, we have to go. Go. Just go."
"What's going on?" Steve asked behind the two.
"It's the bridge where they found his sister."
"What sister?" Liam asked.
"the one who got lost and died from exposure. He's leaving a flower for her."
"Well, that doesn't sound evil," Liam commented.
"I know, I know." Stiles muttered.
"Guys," Steve walked between them, stopping them as Theo jumped down from a group of a branches in front of them.
"What're you guys doing?" Theo asked, smirking.
"Grieving real hard," Steve thought when he couldn't detect any trace of the scent from earlier.
Theo raised his hands, smirk still on his face as Liam growled lightly. "Woah, why do I get the feeling this kid's tougher than he looks?"
"Only when we let him off his leash," Stiles stated dryly. Steve stepped to the other side of Stiles as he felt the power emanate from the beta.
"Stiles, we were in little league together why are you so suspicious of me?"
"'Cause of these," Stiles handed them the ticket and transfer papers. "One's a speeding ticket signed by your dad eight years ago. The other is a signature on a transfer form for Beacon High."
"Yeah, They—they look a little different."
"No, they're totally different—signed by two different people," Stiles voice began to rise.
"So, my dad's not my dad? Like he's an imposter?"
"Something like that."
"Who do you think I am?"
"We don't know yet."
"Want me to give you a DNA sample, or something?"
"No, I don't have anything from fourth grade to match it to."
"You know, Stiles, I came back here for Scott, but I also came back for you—someone like you. Someone who is willing to walk into the woods, in the middle of the night, to protect his friends. I don't have anyone like that. Scott does, you all do," he glanced at Liam, "I know I'm in the right place. I'm meant to be here. I'm meant to be in this pack.
"Yeah, uh, sorry." Stiles and Liam headed back towards the Jeep. Steve turned to head back to his car.
"Hey, Steve," Theo said.
"'Sup?" Steve said, turning to face him.
"I don't know why you're here, but you're not going to stop me from joining Scott's pack."
"I didn't plan on," Steve shrugged and turned back around, "Unless you joining interferes with my plans."
Steve kept walking towards his car while Theo stood in the woods for a few more moments.
"What Theo said was true. The pack definitely gives Scott his power. Especially Stiles, Scott's second in command." Steve heard Stiles jeep sputter after starting. "Maybe he needs a jump." Steve started his car and began to head that direction.
"'Cause you trust everyone!" Stiles shouted before there was a loud thud. Steve stopped his car. He listened in for more of the conversation but heard the Jeep start. Steve turned around and headed for home.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed the second chapter. Let me know what you think either by review or by PM.