Stiles pulled on Scott's arm.
'I'm sure she is following us!' he told his best friend urgently.
Kira answered for him.
'Who is following us?'
'That…that Moon Goddess candidate…in the white dress!' Stiles stammered.
Kira and Scott both scanned the crowd, where at least three girls dressed in the ceremonial costumes mingled with other Fair goers.
Stiles saw their confusion and threw them an exasperated look.
'That one!'
He pointed out a pretty brunette who was currently applying lip gloss by the fairyfloss stand.
'Looks like she is waiting for someone to me,' Scott said, seemingly unperturbed.
Kira nodded in agreement.
'Well, she's been watching us and just happened to be in the same place as us – TWICE!'
Stiles held up two fingers in front of Scott's face. His friend batted them away with a lopsided smile.
'You're imagining things Stiles.'
'Or wishful thinking!' Liam interrupted. His admiration of the older woman was clear on his face.
Stiles shook his head and rolled his eyes.
'Fine! Don't believe me. But when she starts throwing curses at you, don't come running to me.'
Scott's smile faltered and Stiles knew he had struck the right mark. The pack had been hit four times this month by black magic. Kira had only just recovered from a very nasty illness which had caused her muscles to seize painfully. She improved only when the hex bag was found and destroyed. Scott wrapped his arms protectively around the Kitsune, His eyes flashed red as her studied the woman Stiles pointed out.
'Let's move on a bit and see what she does,' the alpha suggested.
The gaggle of seniors followed Scott's lead, wandering down the sideshow alley, pushing their way through the crowd. They paused at the Ferris Wheel, Scott looking back over his shoulder.
'Still there, just at the fortune teller,' Liam reported excitedly.
The twenty something woman looked right at Scott, saw she had been discovered and turned her back on the group, ducking inside the Fortune Teller's tent.
'See! She's totally following us!' Stiles exclaimed, throwing his hands out to reinforce his point.
Scott's eyes narrowed.
'What are you going to do?' Stiles asked his friend.
'I'm going to find out what she wants.'
He disentangles himself from his girlfriend and turned to face the decorated tent.
'No! that's not –'
But Scott was gone, marching purposefully through the crowd.
'-not good,' Stiles finished under his breath.
With and sigh of exasperation, Stiles followed Scott.
Where Scott had parted the crowd easily, people moving aside from his natural confidence, Stiles made hard work of it. He bumped into elbows, spilled drinks and apologized to hefty men. He eventually made it to the entrance of the tent, pulling the canvas aside to follow his friend into the dark interior.
His eyes took a moment to adjust to the dim light, though he could hear Scott and the woman in white.
'Was it you who cursed my girlfriend with a Hex bag?' Scott asked, fearless and straight to the point.
'Oh good,' Stiles muttered, 'let's anger the nice lady with the black magic.'
The woman breathed in, clearly offended.
'No! Why would you think that?'
She placed her hands on her hips, facing Scott with just as much self-assurance and fire as him.
'Oh I don't know. Maybe because you're following us and you stink of magic.'
Scott wasn't pulling any punches. But neither was the lady in white.
'Well maybe I wouldn't have to trail around after you watching your furry little butts if you didn't keep sticking your SNOUTS in where they aren't wanted,' she retaliated.
In the darkness of the tent, Scott's eye glowed an alarmingly bright red. He growled a stern warning.
The witch took a step backwards, though, to her credit, she drew herself up to her full height, shoulders squared against the Alpha.
'I'm one of the GOOD guys!' she seethed. 'The white coven is trying to repair the damage you did.'
'Damage?' Scott frowned, clearly confused.
Stiles watched them silently, frustrated that he had nothing to bring to this particular supernatural bout. He had no idea what the white witch was referring to. And clearly, neither did his best friend.
'You and your other creatures stomped all over the Nemeton grounds, totally disrupting the flow of magic. The black covens are PISSED.' She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him.
Scott backed down. Stiles could see the Alpha Rage leave his friend, his body relaxing from the tense state of alert.
The witch must have taken this as a peace offering. She extended a hand towards the pack leader.
'I'm Astrid. And I've just blown off a very promising rendezvous to have this conversation.'