"Scott, why do I get the feeling that you know whats going on?" Stiles asked, a concerned expression crossing his face.
"What are you talking about?" Scott said, picking up his phone.
"When you heard the police scanner, you didn't looked surprised or frightened. You had this look like you knew exactly what had killed her." Stiles replied.
"Yea, I mean...probably just some wolf or something." Scott said, his phone buzzing.
"Scott, I just moved here and even I know there are no wolves in California. There haven't been for years."
"Hold on, I've gotta take this." Scott said, standing up from his bed. "Hello? Oh, yea, I just heard…."
And he was out the door.
"Something is going on…and I'm going to find out what it is." Stiles said, standing up and heading to the door. When he got to the door, he cracked it open and saw Scott going into Derek's room.
"Now I know something is up, Scott talks shit about Derek all the time."
Stiles headed over to Derek's room and put his ear against the door. He could hear Scott and Derek talking, but just barely.
"Did he seem concerned?" Derek asked.
"No, he just seemed confused as to why I wasn't…I think he knows something is up." Scott replied.
"I don't know what it is about that boy, but ever since he got here, things have changed…there hasn't been an attack since Peter died." Derek said "Call the rest of the pack, get them to meet us in our regular spot in 30 minutes. Tell them its urgent. And tell Lydia to tell Allison NOT to tell her father. We don't need Argents help, especially with Gerard still the principal.
Stiles heard someone walking to the door so he dove for his room, closing the door as he heard Derek's open. Scott walked to the door and opened it, Stiles was on his bed with his laptop.
"Hey buddy, everything ok?" Stiles asked, trying not to sound too obvious.
"Yea, hey, I've got to go out for a little bit. I'll be back." Scott said, picking up his hoodie.
"Really? Its past curfew you know." Stiles said.
"Yea, I know, just need to get some fresh air to clear my head." Scott replied, reaching for the doorknob.
"Want me to come with?" Stiles asked, getting up from his bed. "I've heard the best way to clear your head was to talk to someone about…"
"No." Scott cut him off, "I mean, I just want to walk alone for a bit. I'll be back in a little while"
And with that, he closed the door and was gone.
Stiles jumped into stealth mode. He grabbed his red hoodie his mom had given him, zipped it up, put on the hood, and opened the window.
"I know something is up with this school." He looked down at the ground, he was on the second floor, but the ground didn't look too far away. He took a deep breath and stepped out onto the ledge. Then he squatted and grabbed the ledge, then let go, dropping 6 feet to the ground. He hit hard and fell onto his back.
"Ow…" he said, rolling onto his stomach and slowly getting up. Then he popped his back, checked to make sure he wasn't broken, then he was off. In the distance he could see Scott on the phone. He slowly snuck behind a tree and waited for Scott to move. A million questions ran through Stiles head. Why did Scott know Derek so well? Why did Derek think HE was the reason for things "changing"? What did he mean by "pack"?
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Scott moving to the edge of the woods, looked around, the started running. Stiles moved quickly and ran to the spot where Scott had entered the woods. He took a long look at the vast, dark woods, pulled out his phone, and turned on his flashlight app.
"Come on Stiles, don't be a wimp…" He said to himself, trying to boost his courage.
Then, with one more breath, he was off. Stiles ran swiftly through the woods, trying to follow the footprints Scott had left in the dirt. Stiles kept tripping over roots, rocks, and sticks as he traveled what felt like ten miles into the heart of the woods. Stiles stopped when he saw the footprints lead through some brush. Stiles crept slowly through the brush, the briars ripping at his pants and arms. Finally he reached the opening. What he saw took his breath away. Standing in the middle of the clearing was what seemed to be the ruins of a once beautiful mansion, the charred frame black from a fire that happened long ago. The brush growing around it proving no life was found around there. Stiles spotted Derek and Scott beside what used to be the front porch of the house. He crept a little closer, hoping to hear their conversation.
"Did you call the rest of the pack?" Derek asked Scott.
"Yea, they said they would be here in five minutes."
As if on cue, Stiles saw five more people enter the clearing; two girls and three guys. One girl was tall, with long blonde hair and a killer body. She was wearing a leather jacket and some tight, leather jeans. The other girl, a little shorter, had long brown hair and was very skinny. She looked a lot like Derek in the face. The boys Stiles recognized as Jackson, Boyd, and the boy who had showed him to his room, Isaac.
"Its about time you guys showed up." Scott said, walking over to greet them.
"Oh shut up Scott." The girl with the brown hair said.
"Damn Cora, I was just kidding. Erica, you look good, as always." Scott said, giving the blonde girl, Erica, a hug.
"Thanks Scottie!" Erica replied, "So whats this about Derek?" She said, turning her attention to what Stiles guessed was the "leader" of this club.
"As I'm sure you all have heard, things are starting to change again. Just like when Peter was Alpha. The killings, the missing persons, the wildlife acting crazy; all just like before, and it seemed to start happening when that Stilinski kid showed up." Derek explained to the pack, leaving Stiles in a state of confusion.
"So what are you suggesting we do?" Boyd asked.
"I say we kill him." Cora said, with a smirk, "If we cant trust him, then we must kill him. That's the only way."
"We cant kill him!" Scott said, stepping up to Cora, "Theres no reason to. Plus, his dad is the sheriff."
Cora pushed Scott out of her face.
"Oh whats wrong Scott? Have we grown attached to our little human?"
Scott pushed Cora back, and then all hell broke loose. Jackson was holding Scott back, while Erica was holding Cora back. Boyd had stepped into the middle, making sure if they got loose he could stop them. Everyone was yelling at each other. Then suddenly, Stiles heard a roar resonate from all around him. The noise seemed to scare all the teens because they stopped fighting and bowed their heads in fear. Stiles was so confused, until he saw what made the noise. Standing in front of the teens was Derek, but he was different. His face had changed forms, his eyebrows were shaped more, his cheek bones more prominent, hair had grown on his jaw line, and his eyes were a piercing red color. But what startled Stiles most of all, were his teeth. His canines had grown long and pointed, the type of teeth that could rip through someone's throat. Stiles slowly backed away from the clearing. Something was wrong and he needed to get out. He stepped on a fallen stick and CRACK. Everyone in the clearing stopped and looked in his direction. Stiles turned to run, his arm getting caught in a thicket of briars. He ripped his arm out of the thicket, the briars cutting his sleeve and ripping through is arm. Stiles held back his scream and ran for his life.
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