𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗗𝗔, 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗸𝗶

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣, 𝙈𝙧. 𝙂𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙜

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

"I- I'M SERIOUS. IT'S NOT LIKE THE LAST FULL MOON. I DON'T FEEL THE SAME." Scott tried to convince Stiles who was tired of his bullshit.

"Oh, does that include the urge to maim and kill people like me ?" Stiles sassed, walking into the changing room of the lacrosse team.

"I swear I don't have the urge to maim and kill you." Regulus scoffed. "You better not." Stiles turned around to face Scott.

"You know, you say that now but then the full moon goes up and out come the fangs and the claws and there's a lot of howling and screaming and running everywhere, okay? And it's very stressful on me and so yes, I'm still locking you up." Stiles walked to his locker.

"Okay, fine. But I do think I'm in more control now. Especially since things are good with Allison." Scott grinned.

"Yeah, we're aware of how good things are with Allison." Stiles and Reg glanced at each other. "They're really good."

"I- thank you I know."

Scott shrugged. "I mean, like, really good." He whispered with a perverted smirk.

"Alright, we get it! Just please shut the hell up before I have the urge to maim and kill myself." Stiles said.

"Alright, did you get something better than handcuffs this time ?" Scott asked as Stiles put his back to the ground.

"Yeah, much better. And the handcuffs are in very good use. Thank you." Scott stared at Reg in horror.

"He's just joking." Regulus laughed panicked at Scott's horrified look.

Stiles opened his locker and a long chain fell out. It made a lot of noise and the rest of the team watched the long chain fall onto the ground.

Coach Finnstock made his way over to them as an awkward silence fell over the team. Slowly, the Coach looked up from the chain to Regulus who held his hands up in surrender.

"Part of me wants to ask." He said slowly. "The other part says knowing will be more disturbing than anything I could ever imagine. So... I'm gonna walk away." He turned around and walked in the direction of his office.

"That's good. That's a wise choice, coach."

Regulus hit a scent as he looked around the room. "Scott, you smell that ?" He asked as Stiles looked at them in confusion.

"Reg." Regulus looked towards his boyfriend. "There's another werewolf in here."

...

"Let's go. Line it up." Scott ran into Danny's usual position as the other players build a line. The coach whistled and number eighteen tried to score a goal. Before he could he got tackled to the ground by Scott who then smelled him up and down.

"McCall." The Coach said loudly. "Usually the goalie stays somewhere within the vicinity of the actual goal."

"Yes, Coach." He jogged back to his position. "Let's try it again." The Coach blew the whistle. Number eight ended up like eighteen.

"McCall! The position's goalkeeper. Not goal abandoner. Again." Number twenty-eight started running to be tackled and sniffed on by Scott.

"Stilinski." Coach pulled Stiles by his helmet. "What the hell is wrong with your friend ?" Stiles shrugged.

"Uh, he's- he's failing two classes, he's a little socially awkward and if you look close enough, his jawline's kind of uneven." The coach let him go.

"That's interesting." He mumbled to himself.