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Scott lay awake on his bed trying to sleep. It was already two in the morning and he couldn't bring himself to sleep. His mind was whizzing with a thousand thoughts, most of them about a certain teenage werewolf. Not all of them were good though. Derek's family had been on his mind for the last three hours. How was he going to tell Derek they were dead? Was it even his place? Maybe Peter should tell him. That's a scary thought though. Peter isn't the most sensitive person and that might not go well with a fragile teen. Scott once again closed his eyes, trying to focus on something else, anything that would help clear his mind.
There was a tap on the window, making Scott jump out of bed. Derek sat on the roof staring in at him. Tears were falling from his face and his eyes were flashing between brown and neon blue.
"Derek" Scott said, rushing to the window.
"Scott" Derek whimpered jumping through the open window into his arms. Derek pulled Scott as close as he could and cried into his shoulder.
"Shhhh its ok" Scott whispered, rubbing Derek's back.
"Scott" Derek whimpered through his tears. "They're dead. My family's dead." Scott's body went rigid. Peter must have told him.
"I'm so sorry" Scott whispered, slowly moving towards his bed, not releasing Derek once.
"C-can I stay here tonight" Derek asked, his eyes glowing blue. Scott could feel claws digging into his skin.
"Of course" Scott said. "You'll never have to ask." He sat the two of them down on the side of his bed. "Do you want to talk about it?" Derek shook his head. "Do you want to just lay down?" He nodded. "Ok" Scott said soothingly. They lay down, Scott pulling the covers over both of them. "Try to sleep." They huddled together intertangled in a tight ball. Derek shivered for another half hour until his breathing finally softened and his heart steadied into a slow pace. Scott watched, frowning at the sleeping form. He looked so happy when he's asleep but he'll go through hell the moment he wakes up. He'll have to go through everything that hie did all those years ago. Scott only hoped he could make it easier somehow. With those thoughts he drifted off.
"Scott time to wake up" Mrs. McCall said, banging on the door. "Come on Scott. You already skipped school for that camping trip. You can't be late. She sighed and shook her head. A groan sounded from her son's room and she raised an eyebrow. That didn't sound like Scott. "Stiles" She sighed through the door. "You can come over but could you please tell me first. I thought we talked about this." When there was no answer she opened the door. "Oh" She squeaked taking in the scene in front of her.
Scott and some other boy lay on his bed, Scott's arm place protectively around the other. The blankets had come slightly off showing their legs tangled together, the other boy still in jeans and shoes. She cleared her throat. "Scott" She called again. Two glowing blue eyes opened, startling her. The boy looked shocked and scared. He flinched back and ended up falling to the floor.
"Huh" Scott grunted opening his eyes. "Mom" he asked? "Oh god did I oversleep?"
"Scott" She said sternly, putting her hands to her hips. Scott looked confused. Mrs. McCall sighed internally and gestured with her head to the boy behind the bed.
"Oh Derek" Scott said, looking surprised. "I'm sorry mom. He came in late and..." He faded off seeing his mom's expression.
"Derek who?" She asked. Scott should know not to act like this. She never even met this boy and he's treating it like she was supposed to know immediately who he was. Scott raised an eyebrow.
"Derek Hale"
"Derek Hale" She asked loudly turning her head to look at the boy no longer hiding. "That's not Derek Hale."
"It's a long story" Scott said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Scott explain" She said angrily.
"Derek can you wait downstairs" Scott asked in a soft tone. When he got a scared look in return Scott placed a hand on the other's shoulder. "This'll only be a second" He promised. Derek nodded and reluctantly slumped out of the room.
"Scott how is that Derek?" Mrs. McCall asked.
"We rescued him from an Aztec temple down in Mexico. Kate turned him into a teenager he would still trust her. She wanted something from the Hale vault. We ended up attacking her but she got away and we don't know if that's permanent but Deaton's trying to find a way to bring him back." Scott rushed in one breath. He gasped for air and stared at the ground.
"You went to Mexico" She shouted. "I thought you were camping.
"We were" Scott murmured. "But we needed to go to Mexico. We had to save Derek." He blinked a few times and settled on staring at his mom's shoes.
"Ok" she sighed. "I wish you would have at least told me the truth." Scott's head whipped up to meet hers.
"You're a lot less shocked than the sheriff" Scott said. Mellissa chuckled.
"I'm not shocked about anything anymore" She chuckled. "Now for the important question. Why was he in your bed?" Scott's face turned beat red.
"ummm… well…. He was upset… and we're kind of… ummm… He doesn't remember anything from when he was an adult and he just found out about his family." Scott stuttered, fidgeting around. Melissa glanced sadly at the door.
"But why did he come here?" She asked. Scott gave no reply. "Scott I just saw you and another boy sharing the same bed and it was definitely not like the times stiles slept with you" She said, also turning red when she heard herself. "You know what I mean" she added.
"We're something" Scott said, his eyes glazing over. "We're something" he repeated more to himself.
"Are you dating?" She asked.
"I don't know" Scott sighed. Yes mom we're together but not dating. At least I don't think we're dating. I don't know." His mom face changed to an unreadable expression.
"Scott why didn't you tell me" she asked softly. "Are you gay or bi ."
"I'm straight mom" Scott said, blushing even darker. She looked at him skeptically. "I am" he shouted, not angrily but forcefully. She still didn't look satisfied. "Except for Derek." Scott said softer. I don't like other guys but for some reason Derek is different. Mom the last time I felt like this was with Allison." Melissa smiled at her son.
"Hurry up or you'll be late" she chuckled, turning to go. "Oh yes" she said in the doorway. "No more sharing a bed and if he's staying here I need to know. Understand?"
"Yes" Scott moaned.
"Good now hurry up."
As Scott was waking up Kira was leaving to walk to school. She was exited. She was always exited to see Scott and even more so today after what Lydia had said. Scott liked her and she was going to make her move. She had to stop acting like a scared little girl and take charge of the situation. She was a badass Kitsune and she was going to land herself a werewolf. But the moment she walked into the driveway she was ripped from her thoughts. There on the front lawn was a for sale sign.
"Mom" she yelled, ripping the sing from the ground in a feat of strength that bordered on werewolf. "What is this" she hissed, storming back into the front room.
"A for sale sign. It lets people know your house is for sale" She said calmly. Kira swore she could feel lighting shooting from her ears as if in a cartoon.
"I thought you were gonna talk to her" her father said.
"Kira we told you this was temporary" her mother said, switching from a smile to a frown and then back.
"That was after you told me I was a Kitsune and had to destroy a dark spirt by stabbing and killing one of the few friends I made in this town" She cried.
"And you didn't have to" the older woman said happily. "I call that a win.
"We're not going back to New York" Kira said, sounding desperate to her own ears.
"Why would we stay?"
"Because… Well dad's a very important teacher at our high school."
"In New York I was a professor at Colombia" He said from behind her.
"You'll make new friends" her mother said.
"Not like these. You don't know them like I do. Lydia, Stiles, Malia" She said.
"And Scott" her mother asked?
"Who" Kira whispered. She was so stupid she thought to herself. She just dug herself into a deeper grave.
"He wasn't your first boyfriend and he won't be your last." She said calmly. She smiled at her daughter before leaving the room with her husband.
"He's not my boyfriend" She sighed. She felt every ounce of confidence drain from her body.
Scott took off on his motorcycle, rushing to school. He only had five minutes till class and he knew he was going to be at least twenty minutes late. He'd blame it on Derek but he really didn't want to.
He arrived in his English class fifteen minutes late, having drove twice the speed limit on the last mile to school.
"Scott McCall" The teacher said loudly as he entered the room. "It's nice you were able to find the time to join us. As a high school student I understand you're a very busy person."
"I'm sorry" Scott said. He made his way to his desk, plopping down next to Stiles who gave him a funny look. The teacher sighed, seaming conflicted. Mr. Dells was always strict with his punishments.
"Because this is your first offence" he sighed ruefully. "And have been an exemplary student for this year, I will let you off with a warning." The entire class's mouths dropped open. "But because of this warning the next time you are late you will receive three week's detention" He added quickly. And that's the catch Scott thought to himself. Hopefully Derek wouldn't keep him up late again. That thought stiffed up some unwanted but very good thoughts that he shouldn't be distracted by. Scott thankfully made it through class without sprouting a problem in his pants.
As the bell rang Stiles stood up and literally grabbed Scott's wrist and dragged him into the hall. "Why were you late" Stiles whisper-yelled. "You're never late."
"Derek kept me up last night" Scott explained. Stiles smirked.
"No not like that" Scott yelled, drawing attention. "Peter told him about his family and he came to my place. He stayed the night."
"You shared a bed" Stiles asked, smugly.
"Shut up Stiles" Scott grumbled. "We have another problem.
"The new kid?" Stiles asked.
"Yea."
"He's too good isn't he" Stiles commented.
"Yea" Scott repeated.
"Supernatural?" Stiles asked.
"Maybe." Scott told him. "We have lacrosse with him after school so we'll confront him then."
"Before or after?" Stiles asked.
"Before. But we'll need to be discrete. If we're wrong we don't want him to know about us."
"You mean you" Stiles said, hidden envy in his voice."
"Yea" Scott said, confused, by Stiles' scent.
As the boys talked Malia walked down the hall, watching from the corner of her eyes. She hadn't been human long, not even a year and she couldn't seem to get over some habits. She was constantly watching and listening for a predator and felt the coyote in her ready to protect her from any threat. That meant she always seemed on the verge of shifting.
Her thoughts distracted her until she walked into the room. She stiffened when she the numbers and letters on the board. The animal inside her stirred and she turned to run away. Math might not be alive but it was definitely a predator.
"No" stiles said softly, grabbing her gently by the shoulders and leading her into the room. For a split second she considered throwing him across the hall and making a run for it but the human in her kept her grounded.
"But I hate Math. It's pointless" She said to Stiles.
"It's School. Math is essential" he told her.
"For what" She countered.
"For tipping at restaurants" he said. Lydia turned and sighed, giving him the your stupid face.
"And less important things like medicine, economy, engineering" she said, rolling her eyes.
"Tipping" Stiles said. The teacher walked in, stopping Lydia's lecture.
Malia zoned out staring at the board in fear. She'd take on a mountain lion any day if she could get out of this.
"I'd like volunteers for the board" The teacher called. "Lydia, Malia..." If any other names were called Malia didn't hear them.
"Um I didn't volunteer" She said calmly.
"Now, to the board" the teacher said, gesturing to it. Malia turned to stiles for help but only got a big smile and two thumbs up. She growled, holding herself together. She hesitantly made her way to the board and stared at the equation. Her heart beat rose dramatically and sweat formed on her forehead.
"Didn't you go over the notes I gave you" Lydia asked quietly?
"I didn't understand them" She said. Lydia glanced behind them to the teacher who was bent over a desk helping a student. "X equals twenty-six" She whispered. Malia exhaled, and put her chalk back to the board. "And sweetheart" Lydia said turning completely to look at the coyote. "Put away the claws"
Malia quickly pulled her claws back. She really really hated math. Behind her Stile's phone buzzed. He fumbled to get it out without anyone seeing. The text was from his dad.
"An axe murderer?" Kira asked as she walked down the hallway with Scott.
"A family murdering axe murderer" Stiles said rushing up behind them.
"I already heard" Scott said.
"Wait what? You did, how?" Stiles asked.
"My mom called me before I could see it on the news."
"Perfect let's go" Stiles said. He turned on his heels and walked away.
"Whoa whoa" Scott said.
"What?" Stiles asked, throwing his hands around.
"We have econ in five minutes" Scott said opening his locker.
"Did you not hear about the family murdering Axe murderer." he asked incredulously
"Your dad's the sheriff" Scott said. "They want us to stay out of it."
"Were not going to do anything" Stiles scoffed.
"Maybe we should let the adults handle it" Kira said, agreeing with Scott and not just because she wanted him to like her. He looked between the two of them splutring for words.
"So the two of you just want sit in school, go to class?" he asked. "Never heard anything so irresponsible in my life." He left them.
"See you at try outs" Scott called. His only reply was Stiles flinging his arms around. "Oh so you know that thing you wanted to talk about?"
"Yea" she said.
"Yea could we talk later after try outs? It won't take too long."
"Um I. Shure" she smiled. "Great see you then" She said smiling. Here it comes she thought. You're a badass Kitsune. Now show it. She leaned in and touched her lip's to Scott's, not waiting for a reaction before running to class.
Scott stood there gaping. "Oh God"
Stiles stood leaning against the Gym locker looking at Scott.
"She kissed me" Scott told him. "It was our first kiss.
"She kissed you" he said surprises.
"She did but she didn't" Scott mumbled.
"On the lips" Stiles asked. Scott nodded, banging his forehead into his locker. "Was there tongue" he asked. Scott glared at him
"No. It was so fast. It didn't even last a second. She just kissed me and walked away."
"Chase. She gave you a chased kiss." He said. "What about Derek?" he asked jumping strait to the point.
"I don't like her" Scott hissed.
"But you did" Stiles said. "You were totally and completely in love with her.
"I know" Scott banged his head into the locker again. "I did but I like Derek now. I haven't felt this way since Allison. Kira's great but I don't love her."
"Are you sure" Stiles asked, staring intently at his friend.
"I don't know" He finally said. It's so confusing and weird. I don't know what to do." He grabbed locker door to calm himself.
"You do" Stiles said.
"I don't."
"You have to. Just tell me two things. How do you feel about Derek?
"I think I love him" Scott sighed.
"Do you like Kira just as much?"
"No. I like her but it's not like Derek."
"Then that's it" Stiles said enthusiastically. "You like Derek more so Kira shouldn't be a problem. Just tell her you don't feel the same way.
"Maybe I should text her."
"No. No with the texts" the human sighed. Coach walked out of his office, blowing his whistle.
After calming down some the two boys he made their way side by side through the locker room to stand by a blond slightly muscular boy changing shirts.
"Hey Liam" Stiles said to the new boy. "Do you want to explain what that was out there?"
"What do you mean?" He asked looking back and forth between the two boys.
"That little display. That circus act." Stiles said, giving him a look that confused Liam even more.
"What circus act" He asked.
"You caught every shot" He said, gesturing his hands at the other boy.
"I was in goal." Liam looked at him as if he was stupid.
` "Yea but nothing, not a single shot got past you."
"Yea I was the goalie" He said again. "You guys play this game before?" He asked smugly and sarcastically. Scott sighed to himself. This was going nowhere. They must've been wrong. Liam wasn't showing any signs if anxiety or fear. He didn't have anything to hide.
"Yea but you're a freshman right" Scott asked
"Yea" Liam replied.
"But you weren't here last semester" Stiles said.
"Transferred from Davenport Prep" He shrugged. Scott listened to the heart speed up just a bit. He wasn't lying, just hiding something.
"You transferred" Scott asked skeptically.
"Yea" he said again.
"No you got kicked out didn't you" Scott said, more of a statement than a question. A glint of fear crossed the new boy's eyes as he looked Scott up and down.
"Hey look kicked out transferred, why do you guys care" He asked loudly? "I came here to play lacrosse. Your team needs good player's right"
"No. We don't need any more good players" Stiles stated.
"We could use a couple" Scott said sheepishly.
"Ok how'd you get this good" Stiles asked. "Have you always been this good or did it all of a sudden happen overnight? Have you ever been out in the middle of the woods on the night of a full..."
"Stiles" Scott interrupted glaring at him.
"I learned from my step father alright" He grumbled. "He made team captain when he was a sophomore. Like you" he added, looking at Scott, making the other boy smile.
"And yea" He said condescendingly, looking at stiles "I guess I'm just that good" he said smugly. Scott smiled at the boy's back.
"He wasn't lying that time" he chuckled.
"As a reminder it's an open try out today. All positions are available." He shout. "This is rebuilding season people. Jackson's gone. Lahey's gone. Greenburg, the one guy I actually wanted gone was held back…again" He grumbled the last word. Every grabbed their things and made their way out of the locker room.
"Hey coach" Scott called. "I was just wanted to ask if I'm still… if I'm you know."
"You're on the team McCall" he said.
"But am I… everything that I was on the team before?"
"All positions are open" Coach said patting Scott on the shoulder.
Coach blew his whistles as the boys sprinted around the field. "Terrible, horrifying, pathetic, unbelievably pathetic he moaned. "Is that everyone?" Stiles made it to the line gasping for breath drenched in sweat. "Yup that's everyone."
"I got you" Scott said, helping the boy up." He leaned on Scott trying to catch his breath. He was even worse than last year. He glanced around at the others feeling a bit better seeing most of them laying on the ground, drenched in sweat. All accept one boy who seemed to lack any bead of sweat, doing pushups as if he's just started.
"Is he even human" Stiles asked? "What is he like a werecheetah? Do they even exist? Is that a thing?"
"Maybe he's just that good" Scott said, sniffing the air just to check his scent. The only smell was the rancid sweat of teenage jocks. Liam smelled completely human. Of course so did Lydia and Kira."
"Take me somewhere, I have to puke" Stiles gasped.
Kira and Malia sat in the stands watching the two boys. Kira leaned against one of Scott lacrosse sticks, not taking her eyes off the alpha. Malia breathed in deep though her nose.
"What's wrong with you?" She asked.
"Nothing" Kira said, panic in her eyes. So much for the badass kitsune.
"You reek of anxiety and it's distracting. What's going on?"
"Scott and I sorta had this thing happen, but it wasn't much of a thing. And now I'm starting to think it was a nothing."
"What happened?" She asked.
"its fine just go back to studying." Kira shot. The other girl rolled her eyes and returned to her paper. She once again brought her nose to the air.
"I'm sorry" Kira said angrily. "If you can't stand my smell than move.
"It's not that" she said. Malia turned her head to a boy siting down at the top of the stands.
"Derek?" Kira asked. "What's he doing here?"
"I don't know but he smells more anxious then you than you." Malia said, scrunching her nose. Kira stared up at the boy. He looked worried, pulling on his gray shirt and staring out on the field.
"Maybe he's joining school" Malia said.
"I don't care. I need to work" Malia groaned.
Stiles and Scott walked back onto the field getting in the line to shoot at the goal. Stiles was the first to throw. The ball flew toward the goal and went straight to the goale who didn't even have to move to carch it. He gave the ball a dirty look and went to the end ogf the line with scott.
"Maybe he's only good in goal" Stiles said hopfully, as Liam steped up. Liam grabbed a ball and swung. It was fast and it went straight in.
"Yes" yelled the coach.
"I guess he's perfect at everything" stiles said. "I hate this kid."
"You don't have to hate him" Scott said in an unconvincing voice. The team needs new players."
"What about a new captain" Stiles asked. Scott eyes lit up and squared himself up, determination in his eyes. He took a step forward and aimed at the side of the goal. It looked like it was good. The goalie didn't catch it. He didn't have to. The ball hit the pole and bounced off. Four pairs of eyes glared at the net. One of which was a neon blue. Scott scowled as everyone started laughing.
"Nice one McCall" a boy laughed.
"He Garret shut up" Stiles said.
The practice went on most reaching the goalie or net. Scott on the other hand couldn't seem to get one in. He was off his game and getting worse every second.
Liam didn't miss once. He was like a machine. Every time he made a goal he strutted to the end of the line taking in the applause.
"Dude what is wrong with you" Stiles asked.
"Im having an off day" Scott grumbled.
"Off day? You're dying out there. I felt physical pain just watching you."
"You weren't making any shots" Scott shot back.
"That's cuz im terrible" Stiles scoffed. "You're the alpha,"
"Not on the field, I'm human." Scott told him, already regretting the no wolf powers.
"Couldn't you just use a tiny bit off wolf power" Stiles wined.
"That's cheating." Scott groaned.
"O know it is" the human growled. "I just hate seeing this little freshman coming in and steel your glory after you worked your tushy off."
"He's not going to steel all the glory" Scott said. The coach blew his whistle signaling everyone over.
"McCall, Stilinski draw the long sticks your covering goal." They shrugged their way onto the field. A few of the boys laughed, making stiles glare at them. A low growl crossed Scott's ears. He stared up at the stands where Derek sat, glaring at the laughing boys.
"He's not taking all the glory" Scott repeated his eyes flashing red. The whistle was blown and a boy ran flat out at them. He ducked around but Scott turned on his heals knocking the ball to the ground.
"Yes" Kira whispered. Stiles glanced at Scott and then up at the stands. He winked, giving his best friend a smirk.
The next player came rushing in choosing to go straight at them rather than around. Scott and Stiles moved as one ramming their shoulders into each side of him, knocking his to the ground."
"That's how you do it" the coach yelled. "That's how it's done." Scott looked up at the stands and received a thumbs up from his boyfriend. Wait Scott thought. Is he my boyfriend? We never talked about it. He turned back to the field when he hears stiles growl.
"did you see that" Kira hissed, grabbing Malia's arm. "He looked at me."
"So" Malia moaned.
"He smiled at me" She squealed.
"You kissed him didn't you" he coyote asked.
"What" Kira gasped, unconvincingly?
"Even if you weren't a bad liar I smell him on your lips." Kira turned red. "Now shut up. I'm trying to figure this out."
Liam stood at the front of the line, a glare of determination on his face. Scott could smell Stile's anticipation, anger and fear. He ran at them. Scott took a swipe at him but the boy twisted away, doging Stile's swing as well. He whipped the ball into the goal and ran back into line, smirking at the two boys.
"That was luck" Malia screamed, standing in her seat. She didn't care about Scott but she cared a hell of a lot for Stiles. "Do over."
"Oh Malia don't get involved" Stiles moaned under his breath.
"Sweetheart there are no do overs. This is practice" Coach chuckled.
"Ten bucks on Scott and Stiles" she said.
"I'll take that action" he said. "Hey get back in their lima." Coach called. Stiles frowned.
The three boys went to their places.
"Come on Scott" a Derek whispered to Scott knowing he was listing. "Just like before. You can do this. You're the alpha." The whistle blew and Scott growled. All three ran forward. Stiles was the first to go but Liam literally flipped over him. Scott prepared himself. He moved at Liam an hit him whith his shoulder, flipping the boy over his arm and onto the ground.
"Whoa" a few people gasped. Liam grunted and wriggled on the ground, trying to stand.
"Don't move" the coach yelled. "Don't touch him. Stiles and Scott rose their hands and bacled away.
"I'm ok coach. I'm alright" Liam lied. "ahhh he screamed getting to his feet. Scott and Stiles took him by the shoulders.
"You all take a lap" The coach growled. "Start running around the field he screamed. "Stupid stupid stupid." He picked a ball and flung it at the stands. Kira's institutionally put the lacrosse stick up, catching the ball before it hit Malia straight in the forehead. Malia's head snapped from her book.
"Oh wow" the coach said. "Nice catch, Throw it back." Kira swished the stick and the ball went crashing into the man's chest. He fell to the ground holding his stomach and gasping for air.
"Oh my god" Kira said.
"Someone ask her if she's ever played lacrosse."
"I think we better get Liam to the nurse" Stiles said. Coach nodded and they carried the boy off the field. A werewolf and a kitsune close behind.
The boys doped the boy off at the nurse's office. The exited to find a girl and boy standing directly next to the door.
"Scott" they both said in unison. Stiles chuckled.
"I'm letting you deal with this one man" He chuckled walking away. Kira gave them a weird look.
"You were amazing out there" she gushed.
"So were you apparently" Scott said.
"Scott" Derek said giving Kira a dirty look behind her back. "You were great."
"Thanks Scott said, blushing slightly."
"I have to go but I'll text you later ok." She said smiling. She turned to leave but stopped. She turned with Kitsune speed and kissed him lightly on the lips. "By" she squeaked, rushing away. Scott's eyes were wide and he turned to Derek who growled.
"I don't like her" Scott said quickly. "She kissed me but I don't like her."
"I know" Derek growled, listening to Scott's heartbeat. "I'm still not happy" he growled.
"I'm sorry" Scott said before seeing the change in Derek's face. He'd decided something.
"That's fine" Derek smiled smugly. "I guess I'll just have to give you a real kiss." He grabbed Scott by the shirt and dragged him into the supply closet. Scott gasped as he was pushed against the wall with werewolf strength. Derek closed in and brought his lips to Scott's. Scott felt himself get pinned against the wall, Derek holding his wrists, leaning completely into him. Scott gasped as the skinnier boy rubbed their crotched together. Derek took the opportunity to enter Scott's mouth, bring his tongue to the roof of his alpha's mouth. Scott moaned as the tongue explored his mouth, wresting with his own for dominance. He fought back with just as much lust. Small whimpers escaped his thought that he was certain he's regret later. He growled into the kiss, his eyes flashing red behind his eyelids. He pushed into Derek switching their positions. Derek growled back but let himself get restrained by his alpha. Before Scott could continue.
"Hey Scotty you're getting pretty loud. I don't think you want the rest of the school to hear growling in their supply closet" Stiles said. Derek moaned as Scott released him.
"It's fine" Scott whispered. "Just come over to my place tonight."
A deputy sat in his car outside a house staring at pictures from the axe murder. He glanced up and saw a figure walk past the glass. He opened the car and got out. He grabbed his gun. He felt stupid for doing it but the way the person walked past scared him. Whoever it was they were standing straight with their head directly forward. People didn't walk the straight.
"Beacon county sheriff department" he called, opening the door. "This is a crime scene. Show yourself." He figure moved through his peripheral vision and he jumped pointing the gun. A girl stood there. He recognized her as Lydia, a girl who'd found almost every dead body recently. She looked scared, her face pale and her eyes fogged up. If he didn't know her he'd swear she looked like a ghost. He lowered her gun and something seamed to change in her eyes.
"I would try to explain in but I've never gotten a satisfactory explanation myself" Lydia lied as the two walked farther into the house." She knew exactly what she was but she wasn't going to be one of those crazys.
"Just an unusual talent of sowing up at places where people have been brutally murdered?"
"Are you saying I have a reputation?" Lydia asked.
"An unusual one" the deputy said. "Maybe your psychic."
"Don't tell me you believe all that" Lydia scoffed.
"I'd like to say I don't believe in anything but I keep an open mind." Lydia couldn't hear what he was saying. She felt screaming. She didn't hear it. She felt it. They radiated from a pain of wood in the wall. Her eyes focused in on the knots in the wood, shaped like screaming men and woman. Her body moved on her own as she kneeled down and put her hand to the wall. Death radiated from her hand filling her body and settling in the back of her lungs.
"But if you're looking for dead bodies you're a little late for that" the man said. Lydia pushed the wall. It released a gasping notice and opened. She whipped her head back to look at the man. She let him go in front of her and open it slowly. Everything inside her was screaming to leave but part of her needed to go. They entered a brick hallway that led into the ground. Lydia walked silently behind him. Cold air was coming from the end of the hall and Lydia already knew what they would find. It was the only thing she found, dead bodies, and a lot of them.
They pushed aside a plastic curtain and entered a large freezer room, with large bags hanging from the ceiling.
"I think it's a game locker, like venison" he said walking deeper into the forest of bags.
No it's not Lydia thought to herself.
"Hunting's illegal in some of the state but…" He stopped talking. He realized something. This girl showed up with dead bodies. This room was filled with meat. Something told him this was not venison.
"What is it" Lydia asked?
He walked to the closest bag and unzipped it. "That's not Venison" He choked out. An old woman lay in the bag her eyes wide and dead. The deputy grabbed his stomach, trying not to puke.
"Are you sure you don't want to eat something" Melissa asked, checking the bandages of the only survivor of a bloody murder.
"Yes" He growled, giving the food a disgusted look.
"Ok" she whispered. "Yell if you need anything." The boy turned over on his side. "There's a deputy standing right outside." He said nothing, just held his hands to his mouth.
"Ken, would you please call the real estate agent and ask him why not a single person has come to this open house?" Kira's mom said angrily.
"I think I know why" he said, holding up the remaining pieces of a cut up for sale sign. The woman's mouth fell open. "Kira" she yelled, holding back the urge to blast the wall. She waited angrily, not seeing the grin on her daughter's face.
"Kira, now" she screamed again. The teen finally sighed and exited her room.
"What is wrong with you?" the older woman yelled.
"Nothing" Kira said smugly. At least she still had her badass kitsune spirit with her mother.
"You are destroying any chance of us selling this house" She shouted. The man quietly sidestepped out of the room. One angry Kitsune in enough, two is bordering on complete destruction. If he'd learned one thing in his marriage, it was to never have an argument with a woman in the presence of a weapon, especially a sword.
"I don't want to go back to New York" Kira shouted.
"You have no choice in the matter. You are still a child."
"Still a child" Kira laughed. "I helped bring down a dark spirit that you spent hundreds of years trying to kill. I did in months what you couldn't do in decades."
"Do not dare speak to me about the nogitsune" Her mother shrieked. "You know nothing. You got a glimpse and that is all. You did not have to hunt it. You didn't have to search the globe. It fell right into your lap."
"Are you telling me what I did was nothing?"
"No, I'm saying I am your mother and you have no place in dictating what this family does."
"Well, mom, if you want to live a hundred years ago, then you shouldn't even leave this house. We are property. Dad gets to decide where we live."
"Your father sides with me." Her mother growled.
"Does he?" Kira laughed. "Does he have any power? No, mother. You control every aspect of this family. What could father do to a powerful kitsune? Even before you told me all this I knew you controlled our lives. I didn't say anything because to tell you the truth, I didn't care. But guess what. Now I care" She shouted, leaving the room.
"What do you think you're doing?" She screamed at the girl.
"I'm settling this once and for all" Kira growled throwing a katana to her mother as she entered the room.
"You dare challenge me" Her mother shouted. "You think you can beat me."
"Yes" Kira growled.
"I will not fight you, child" The woman said.
"You scared mom? I think you've gone a little rusty in the last hundred years." Her Mother laughed.
"I will not bend to your attempts to anger me. It is childish which exactly proves my point." Kira growled, grabbing the plate of hors d'oeuvres her mother had set up for the open house, whipping it across the room. The older kitsune turned and grabbed the plate inches from her face. "Kira" she said darkly, her tone filled with held back rage. "Go to your room." Kira whipped her hair back and strutted to her room. She'd never admit it, but she'd just been truly afraid.
Scott and Derek walked through the hospital. They'd past the same rooms three times but Scott still didn't approach the one he wanted to.
"You know this isn't your fault right" Derek said.
"I don't know" Scott said quietly.
"Scott if you'd used any of your wolf power that kid wouldn't be limping. He'd be crawling, back to the other half of his body."
"If I hadn't been so worried about being captain he wouldn't been hurt either."
"It's ok to want something for yourself every once in a while" Derek said, stopping the both of them by putting his hand on Scott's shoulder. "Team captain, alpha werewolf, you're still only human."
"Have you been talking to stiles?" Scott chuckled.
"No way that's guys a creep." Derek said, smirking. The both burst out laughing. "Go talk to him. I'll be right here when you get back." Scott nodded.
"Thanks" he whispered kissing Derek softly on the lips. He smiled one last time before walking down the hall. He stopped outside the room and breathed. He shouldn't be this nerves.
"It's broken isn't it" Liam said. Scott stopped, and leaned against the wall.
"It'll decently need an x-ray." The doctor said.
"It's broken and it's my fault." Liam muttered.
"You wanna tell me what happened?" the man asked.
"Went up against two juniors, one of them was the captain of the team"
"Remember what we always say" The Doctor said. "Play smart not hard."
"You mad at me?" Liam asked.
"No of course not. Your mom might be mad at me for getting you into lacrosse but maybe we both should for the x-ray before we panic." He said. "It's not over yet. Wait for the x-ray" he said while leaving the room.
Scott turned away the Doctor walked out. He sighed and pushed himself off the wall. He really didn't want to do this. His phone buzzed in his pocket. Thank god he thought. Hope whatever it is it gets me away from this.
"Hey Lydia" Scott said.
"Where are you" She sputtered out? "I couldn't call. I couldn't get away from the deputy. You need to get to the hospital right now."
"Ok slow down" Scott said.
"The boy, the only one that survived, he's there."
"I'm there. I'm at the hospital too."
"Then find him. Find Sean Wilcot" She said, fear in her voice. The line went dead. Scott rushed down the hall. "Derek" he whispered as he ran to the elevator. "Find me now."
"Wait hold the doors" Scott shouted. He missed the elevator but a familiar voice called him from the end of the hall.
"Scott" Derek said. "What's wrong?"
"I don't know but its trouble. Come on." Scott crashed through the door to the stairs, leaving a shoulder shaped dent.
"I couldn't help it" a voice hissed from two floors above." Blood! Scott smelled blood. "I was just so hungry is hissed." A woman screamed.
"Mom" Scot shouted breaking through the door into an abandoned hall.
"I think I'm ready to talk now" the voice hissed. Shooed scuffed the floor and he heard another scream. He turned a corner, his mother laying on the floor screaming as the boy dragged her into his hospital room. Scott roared with all his alpha strength. The boy turned his eyes glowing white and teeth like a shark sticking from his mouth, hissing like a rattlesnake. He tacked Sean to the ground. The wrestled on the floor but Scott pinned him against the wall.
"Get my mom" Scott growled, more animal than human.
"Mrs. McCall" Derek called, grabbing her arm. He held her wrist and led her away.
Sean hissed, kicking his legs out. Scott flew into the wall, sliding to the bloody floor. He jumped and ran after him.
A few hallways down Liam limped out of his room. "Hey" He called. "Did anyone hear that?" He turned to see the hissing boy walking at him. He screamed, trying to run. He didn't get far though and was quickly picked up and dragged up the stairs, hitting his head against the cement. It carried him to the edge of the room and stood still, waiting for something. Liam stopped wriggling, knowing the moment he was let go he'd go tumbling off the roof. Another creature banged through the door onto the roof.
"You don't have to do this" Yelled the newcomer. "Whatever it is, whatever you are, we can help you."
"No you can't" Sean said, voice returning to human, sending scared and alone.
"Let me help you" Scott said.
"Wendigoes don't need help. We need food." He let go, jumping from the edge. Scott ran to the edge, grabbing Liam's hand. Scott felt one arm ripped from the ledge. He hissed trying to hold onto the boy in his hand. Liam gasped as Scott's arm released his, being viciously ripped behind his back, pulling it from its socket.
"I can't hold on" Liam cried, trying to get grip with his feet. His hands were sweaty and he couldn't hold on. He screamed as he slipped. Everything went in slow motion. He felt the air leave his lungs and the leap in his stomach. It was like on a roller coaster he thought. But he wasn't going to live. Each second lasted an hour but he somehow missed the werewolf's fangs until they pierced his arm. It was the most painful thing he ever felt. Everything around him turned black. All he could see were two glowing red eyes. As his world left him he felt the fangs release and two hands grab him.
Scott turned to look at the weapon sticking from the Wendigo's back. He looked into the shadows to see a man without a mouth. He took a gloved finger to where his mouth would be as if telling Scott not to tell anyone.
Scott sat alone on the roof watching Liam hold his arm and cry out in pain.