Teen Wolves

3.15: Galvanize

Kira Yukimura- I Play With Fire

"Get your ass down here. We have a job to do," Stiles bit out on the other end of the line as Scott and I snuck into the school. 

"Dude, I'm already in bed. And aren't we getting a little too old for this?" Scott smirked at me. I rolled my eyes as I held the door open for him. 

"We do this for Coach," Stiles objected. 

"I thought we did this to Coach," 

"Whatever, okay? You know he needs this. He lives for this stuff. You know, he loves it," he doesn't. 

"But it's the middle of the night," Scott continued to play coy as we snuck up on an unsuspecting Stiles. 

"Twelve fifteen actually. Which means, it's after midnight and officially mischief night/day and by perfectly awesome coincidence, it also happens to be Coach's birthday. So, if you are not down here in five seconds I will destroy both of you. Okay? And I mean five, four, three, two..." he turned around to see us standing behind him. He stumbled back dropping his bag of goodies on the floor. 

"One," we both laughed. 

"I hate you," Stiles shook his head. I helped him up. "How is G-man? News about his siblings is going around. I feel bad for him,"

I haven't told them the truth. I don't know-how. I haven't even told them that I bit him. He's adapting to being a werewolf amazingly. I think he's putting all of his energy into this. I'm thankful for that but I don't really know how to address any of this. We're all still processing. I haven't even told Derek. He just text me that we need to talk about what he found while he was away. He said he's close to something and that he would keep me posted about the outcome. Whatever the hell that means. 

"Are you okay?" Scott asked when I didn't answer. I helped Stiles hold up Coach's board so he could remove the screws after I adjusted the string. "You've been distant these past few days,"

"I just don't know how to make them feel better, you know? It's not like they lost a distant relative. His two older brothers and his sister are just gone. Marvin is a mess. He really loved Jess. I feel like really bad," 

"You're doing great just by being there for them," Stiles reassured me. 

Once we were done we headed home. My personal hell is expanding. There are now five of them and they're playing UNO. There's blood all over the walls, laugher, the sound of an infant crying. I feel like I'm dying inside and no matter what I do or where I look, things just get worse for me. We pulled up to the school to see Ethan and Aiden waiting for us. Scott shot me a look before we addressed them. 

"You're back in school?" he asked them as I pulled my helmet off. 

"No, just to talk," Ethan looked between us as I went over to them. 

"Oh, that's kind of a change in pace for you guys. Usually, you're hurting, and maiming, and killing," Stiles caught up to us. He might have been waiting for us to show up in his car. 

"You need a pack. We need an alpha," Aiden got to the point completely ignoring Stiles. 

"Yeah. Absolutely not. That's hilarious though," Stiles shook his head. Scott looked up at me. 

"You came to us for help. We helped," Ethan reminded him. I shrugged letting him know that I would go with whatever he decided. 

"You beat his face into a bloody pulp. That's not helping. In my opinion, that's actually counter-productive," 

"Why would we say yes?" Scott asked. 

"We'd add strength. We'd make you more powerful," Aiden offered. "There's no reason to say no,"