Stiles' POV
I wait until Scott nods at me indicating that Luka's door is closed, then I turn to the pack. "Sorry about that, guys."
Derek rolls his eyes. "Please tell me your brother isn't as annoying as you."
I grin at him. "Don't worry, Der-Bear." Ah, cue the famous Hale glare, "The only time Luka can be annoying is if he thinks someone is bullying me or something. Other than being a tad overprotective, he's cool. In fact, we're really close. I share everything with him. Except for anything supernatural. Which brings me to our next order of business. Luka doesn't know about the supernatural world, and I'd like to keep it that way. So, wolves, and Malia, no claws, teeth, or flashing of the eyes around my brother, m'kay?"
"And exactly how are we gonna keep this... thing, from going after Luka? We don't even know what it is!" Lydia exclaims.
"I think I may have an idea of what it is, but I need to do more research," Derek says. "But Lydia's right, Stiles. If you want to keep Luka safe, you should tell him everything."
"We should tell him, Stiles. It'll be easier to protect him if we didn't have to hide the fact that we're protecting him." Scott says.
"What is this, 'Gang up on Stiles' Day or something? Luka doesn't need to know, okay? I just know Luka will freak if he knew about this, he freaked out when Dad called him and said I was out in the woods that night. I got an ear full for a good hour for that. He almost dropped his course to come home then. Had to convince him I was fine, took me forever, too. If we tell him, he'll try to convince me to leave the pack. I can't be forced to choose between the pack and him."
"Why would he make you choose?" Kira asks.
"Did you miss the 'overprotective' part? I love my brother to death, don't get me wrong, he's my best friend," I smile sheepishly at Scott. "Scott's a close second, but he's way too protective of me to be okay with this. I just know it."
"But your dad is okay with it." Malia points out.
"Yeah, but..." I sigh. "Dad isn't Luka, and vice versa. Look, I'll tell him one day, okay? Just... Give me some time to figure out how to without him freaking out."
"I don't think there's a way for him not to freak out about this." Dad says.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Dad. Really appreciate it. Now, back to this... thing. Derek, what do you think it is?"
"Like I said, I need to do more research. I need to talk to Deaton. Our victims are male, right?"
"Yeah, they're all male. What does that have to do with it?" Scott asks.
"It could have everything to do with it. For now, no one goes anywhere alone, got it?" Derek says.
"Alright, so the buddy system, then?" I say. Everyone nods.
"Alright, so we meet at Deaton's next week for the pack meeting, same time, okay?" Scott says. We all nod. "Alright, everyone. Be safe. Look out for each other. And obviously don't go looking for this thing. See you guys next week." Scott says, grabbing Kira's hand. "Have fun catching up with Luka, Stiles."
After everyone leaves, I collapse on the couch and sigh. How am I going to tell Luka?
"I believe my boys promised pizza." Dad says. "Let's get your brother and go eat. I'm starving."
"Of course you are." I laugh. "I'll go get Luka."
Luka's POV
I'm woke up from my nap by someone pounding on my door. "Door's unlocked!" I say. Stiles comes in, and sits on the edge of my bed. I can tell there's something bothering him, but I don't question him about it.
"Hey, everybody's gone. Dad says he's hungry. Ready for that pizza?" He asks.
"Hell yeah. I'm starving myself." I laugh.
Stiles laughs. "Of course you are. Well, slowpoke, what are you waiting for? Get up and let's go." He says, standing up.
"Slowpoke? I'll show you slowpoke!" I say, before I grab his arm and throw him on my bed.
"Hey!" He says, getting on his knees. "That wasn't very nice!"
I just smirk at him. "I never claimed to be nice."
He shakes his head. "C'mon Luka. Dad's waiting."
"One sec." I say. I put on my jacket. "Hey, Stiles..."
"Yeah, Lu?"
I sigh. "Look, I don't know what's going on around here, or why you guys feel the need to keep it from me. I always thought we were close enough to tell each other everything and anything. But I guess some things don't apply or whatever. When you're ready to talk about whatever that was earlier, I'm here. Just don't lie to me like that again, okay? Just say something like 'need to know' or something."
Stiles looks down, guiltily. "I'm sorry, Luka. I didn't mean to lie to you. It's just... I can't really tell you what that was about... "
"Okay. I get it. You can't tell me. That's all you had to say." I smile. "I just don't like being lied to. You know that."
"I know. I'm sorry." He gives me a hug.
"Knock knock," Dad says, coming in. "You boys ready?"
"Ready." We both say.
I laugh as Stiles tells me about Scott and Kira. "Scott really kissed her without realizing he kissed her?" I ask.
"Yeah, freaked them both out, too! That's Scott for you!" Stiles laughs.
"Actually, I'm more interested in you and. .what was her name again...?" I say, smirking at him.
"Malia..." He starts fidgeting in his seat.
"And exactly how did you meet her?" I ask.
Stiles' eyes widen. "Uh... Well, I... uh... She... I... Uhh..."
"...Need to know?" I ask.
Stiles visibly sighs of relief. "Yeah."
I sigh, taking another bite of pizza.
"I'm sorry, Luka."
I shake my head. "Don't be. I get it... Sort of."
"So, Luka, what-" Dad is cut off by someone screaming. We all look towards the screaming to see a man being thrown to the floor by... something.
"What the..." I say, shocked.
"No...nonononononono... not here, not now..." I hear Stiles mutter.
"Stiles?"
"I... Gotta call Scott... " Stiles says. "Dad, I gotta call Scott!" He starts looking for his phone. Dad has his gun out, pointed at the... thing.
"What the hell is that thing?! And what would Scott be able to do?!" I ask.
Stiles gulps. "Need to know, okay? Just... Stay here, with Dad... I'm gonna call..." Suddenly the thing turns towards me. "Scott..."
I gulp, taking a couple steps back. I look at it with wide eyes. "Uh, Stiles? If you think Scott can help, you should probably call him... like five minutes ago..." I say, trying to remain calm, which is kinda hard, since the... thing is coming after me.
" I can't find my phone!" He says, panicking.
"Well we need to do something! Aaahhh!" I scream as the thing cuts me with its claws.
"LUKA! NOT MY BROTHER, YOU DON'T!" Stiles says, pulling a silver dagger out and stabbing it. The thing screams and backs off, leaving the restaurant.
Panting, I slowly stand up, clutching my arm. "Luka! Are you okay?" Stiles asks.
"The hell was that thing?!" I say, still freaking out.
Stiles just looks at me with wide eyes. "I-I-I d-don't kn-know! But we need to get you help, I know just the person!" Stiles grabs my uninjured arm, pulling lightly. I yank my arm out of his grasp.
"I'm not going anywhere until you start being honest with me!" I yell, causing a few heads to turn to us, but at this point I couldn't care less.
Stiles winces. "I am being honest with you, I seriously don't know what that thing was, but we should seriously get you help, those claws could be poisonous."
"Poisonous claws scratching me?! Great, what could be worse?!" I say, frustrated.
Stiles winces again. "Don't answer that, Stiles." He puts his hands up in surrender. I sigh. "Fine, let's go to your friend."
"We're here." Stiles says, as he pulls up to an animal clinic.
"Uh, Stiles? This is an animal clinic." I say, seriously questioning my brother's sanity.
"I know the guy who runs it. He's more than a vet. He knows how to treat these types of wounds." Stiles says.
"Am I going to get an explanation?" I ask.
"... You just did." Stiles says, not looking at me.
I sigh, shaking my head. "I've decided that I don't like secret keeping, either." I grumble, glaring at Stiles.
"I'm sorry." Stiles says, opening the door and holding it open for me. I sigh and go in. "Dr. Deaton? You in?" Stiles calls.
"Back here, Stiles. You can come on back too." I hear someone say.
Stiles opens the gate and motions me to follow. "Dr. Deaton?" Stiles asks again.
Dr. Deaton looks up from his conversation with Derek and gasps when he sees me. Derek also has a look of surprise.
"Stiles... please tell me that isn't from what I think it's from." Dr. Deaton says.
"We got attacked at the restaurant... It scratched Luka..." Stiles says. "Please tell me you can help him." Stiles begs.
"It scratched him, didn't bite?" Derek asks.
Stiles shakes his head. "No, its fangs didn't touch him. Does that mean you can save him?"
Both Derek and Deaton let out a sigh of relief. "Luka's going to be fine, Stiles. The claws aren't a cause for concern. Just its fangs." Dr. Deaton says, as he begins treating my cut.
"Did you figure out what it is?!" Stiles asks, excited.
I look at him sharply.
"Uh, later, at the... Look, just call Scott and everyone and have them meet here, okay? In an hour. Take your brother home." Derek says.
"Okay. C'mon, Luka" Stiles says, grabbing my uninjured arm again.
"Just don't move that arm around too much, Luka." Dr. Deaton says as we leave.
The ride home is silent. I'm pissed, Stiles obviously knew about this thing that attacked me, but refuses to say anything about it. I just look out the window, trying to avoid looking at him.
Stiles sighs. "I'm sorry, Luka."
I just scoff and continue looking out the window. "Would you believe me if I said it was need to know?"
"Hmph."
Stiles sighs. "I don't want you mad at me, Luka."
I just roll my eyes. "Clearly I need to rethink moving here for good. If all you're going to do is lie to me and keep things from me." I say, as Stiles pulls up to the house.
Stiles sobs. "I'm sorry, Luka!"
I just glare at him and get out, slamming the door shut as I do.
"Luka!" Stiles yells, but I continue to ignore him. I walk past Dad and go to my room, slamming this door shut as well.