It was three o' clock in the evening, and Scott was headed to Derek's house. Derek had called a meeting with Erica, Isaac, Boyd, and Scott, so that they could continue their search for the alpha pack, looming in the woods surrounding them, waiting for the right moment to strike and putting all the wolves on edge. Scott had agreed mostly because he knew it would keep Allison safe.
As he approached Derek's house, he saw that Stiles was there too. Of course. Stiles and Derek were almost inseparable now. They were standing on the porch, while the others must've been inside. When he was barely within earshot, he let out a grunt, "Uugghhh, Stiles, you smell like… Derek," he said questioningly after a pause, smelling him even before he could see him.
"What? Oh yeah, uh, Derek said that would happen…" Stiles commented, not wanting to go into further detail. Derek's scent was now marking Stiles, now that he'd… "claimed" his mate. And like a wild animal, like a male who had won victory over all the other males, Derek gave a small chuckle and a smug smile, as if he were proud of it. Scott's eyebrows furrowed at Derek's odd expression. But being a wolf meant reading all the subtleties of other wolves, and having an almost mind-reading connection; also since he'd become a wolf, he'd been able to understand other wolves on the deeper level they communicated without ever having been taught about it. Scott understood. He could feel it in the air, smell it all over both Derek and Stiles.
"Have you been screwing my best friend?!" Scott growled, his eyes glowing bright yellow.
"Scott. Calm down," Derek said calmly, simply, the way he did in urgent situations. He always knew how to handle things. He chose not to answer Scott's question—as much as he wanted to rub it in just to annoy Scott, he knew it would unfortunately most likely lead to Scott losing his temper entirely and hurt one or both of them for no reason. Scott merely growled back in return—he tried to turn back but he was too far gone already. "You need to calm down," Derek said, lowering his head so that his eyes were even with Scott's, glowing a deep red. Scott growled back, pulling his lip up to show his fangs, not intimidated by Derek's display of authority. He was a rogue, a lone wolf, not afraid of anyone.
Scott closed his eyes, forcing his diaphragm to move slower, breathe deeper. Derek stood his ground, but did not approach. "Scott…?" Stiles murmured, speaking up for the first time, sounding a little shaken up by the almost-fight between his partner and his best friend. Scott lifted his head slowly, his fangs disappearing, "I'm fine…" he muttered, his eyes returning to their normal brown color.
Stiles stood in his place and watched them both breathe slower, calming down. "You guys done?" he asked suddenly, in his oddly serious yet sarcastic voice, "With the glowy eyes and the creepy growling noises…"
"For now," Derek murmured under his breath, still eying Scott. Scott narrowed his eyebrows, but simply walked away, standing in front of Stiles. "Stiles, I respect you, and your choices, and I trust you…" he turned to look at Derek, "But I'm not ready to trust him yet." He wouldn't admit it, but it wasn't just trust as much as their differences and their dominant personalities clashing. He turned to walk away, until Stiles shouted, "Where are you going?"
"Home… I'll see you in school tomorrow," Scott replied before he shifted and disappeared from sight in mere seconds, on all fours.
Stiles rubbed a hand through his short hair, sighing deeply. "Well that's great…"
Derek walked back toward Stiles, "He'll come around. You know his temper."