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In some parts of the world, Fallon Perez is about as famous as the Hale family. With her connection to the moon, life and death and supernatural itself, she's gotten pretty well knows during her many years of life. She's been to many...
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Chapter Two 🦎 Shape Shifted 🦎
"I'm serious. It's not like the last full moon. I don't feel the same." Scott said as he followed Stiles into the locker room for early morning lacrosse practice. "Does that include the urge to maim and kill people? Like me?" Stiles asked and Scott rolled his eyes and nodded, "I swear I don't have an urge to maim and kill you." He said.
"You know, you say that now and then the moon goes up and out come the fangs and the claws and there's howling and screaming and running and it's all just way too stressful. So, yeah. Still locking you up." Stiles rambled. "Fine. But I do think I'm more in control now. Especially since things are good with Allison."
"Okay, I'm well aware of how good things are with Allison." Stiles said, and Scott smiled, "They're really good." He said and Stiles rolled his eyes slightly. "I know." He said, "I mean like really-" Scott started to say but Stiles cut him off.
"All right, I get it! Just please, shut the hell up before I have the urge to maim and kill myself." Stiles said dramatically making Scott roll his eyes before turning to him, "Well, do you have something better than a pair of handcuffs this time?" He asked and Stiles nodded.
"Much better."
Stiles opens his locker. But before he can reach in, heavy-duty chains begin falling out. Everyone in the locker room turns at the metallic clattering while Scott and Stiles look down at the growing pile on the floor.
Coach steps next to Stiles to watch the chains continue tumbling out. Pile rising higher and higher, until finally, the last link clatters down. It was silent for a moment before coach spoke, "Part of me wants to ask. The other part says knowing will be more disturbing than anything I can imagine. So I'm going to walk away now."
"Thats good. That's a wise choice coach."
As the locker room goes back to normal, Stiles and Scott kneel to pick up the chains. But Scott pauses, drawing a sharp breath. His eyes flare briefly with a yellow glow, sounds dissipates as he scans the faces in the locker room, Jackson, Danny, everyone. "You okay? Scott?" Stiles asked, crouching down, "There's another. In here. Right now." Scott said.
"Another what?"
"Another werewolf."
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Fallon walked over to her desk as she got stuff ready, she was in the middle of going through papers when someone walked in. She looked up, expecting it to be a student only to stand up straighter when she saw Gerard Argent walking in. "For someone whose lived through many historical events, I would have assumed you'd teach history." He said, looking at the Spanish on the board and the math books on her desk.
