the boy of shadows || teen Wolf FF

5

Scott Pov:

"Stiles? Are you awake?"

"No, Scott, my ghost is answering your call. Why the hell do you have to disturb me in the middle of the night?", Stiles sounded annoyed.

"I'm sorry, but I have something very important to tell you."

"We met two hours ago."

"I know, I know. But, do you remember how strange Sam behaved when you asked him where he lives?"

"Of course I do."

"Well, I followed him. And do you know why he didn't tell us?"

"No."

"He lives in the old Hale house. Stiles, he is homeless."

"Just, because he doesn't live in a normal house, doesn't mean he is homeless. And what do you want to do now?"

"Nothing, but we could ask him, if he wants-"

"Scott, NO! My Dad would kill me, if I asked him to bring another kid into our house. Maybe he is a runaway."

"I'll ask him."

"What, Scott, no-"

I hung up.

*the next morning*

"Scott! You're late for school!", my Mum shouted from downstairs.

I jumped out of my bed and noticed, that my Mum had made a joke.

"That's not funny Mum, I nearly got a heart attack!"

She didn't answer, just laughed.

But now I was awake, so I put on some clothes and grabbed my backpack. Then I went to the kitchen for some breakfast.

When I entered school, I noticed that I had half an hour left until the first lesson. So I went to look for Samuel, but then I remembered something and pulled out my phone.

"Hey Scott, I'm busy. Is it about the plan tonight? Sam already told me. I'll be there.", Derek hung up before I could say a word.

Even better.

Someone touched my shoulder from behind and I turned around.

"Hey Sam. Do you have a minute?"

"Yeah. What's up?", Sam asked.

"Why do you live in the old Hale house? Are you a runaway?", I wanted to know.

I could hear his heart beating. He was totally calm.

"My parents are dead. They died ten years ago. My uncle raised me. Then he moved. I had to live on my own. I have to hide. I don't want to go to an orphanage.", he sounded sad.

I regretted that I followed him yesterday night.

"Oh, I- I'm sorry for you. And I didn't want to follow you, I was just worried, because you didn't tell us where you lived.", I apologised.

"It's okay Scott.", Sam looked behind me, turned around and left.

2 seconds later, Malia hugged me from behind.

"You really followed him?", of course, she had listened to our conversation.

"Yeah."

Sam Pov:

I had already known that Scott followed me last night. I had heard him.

Yeah, I had lied to Scott and his pack. Even to Derek, my brother, from whom I was very happy that he still lived in Beacon Hills.

I was a werewolf.

I really wanted to move to Derek's loft, but if Scott saw me there, he would find out that we both had lied.

But now he knew that my parents were dead and that I had lived with my uncle.
Yes, Peter raised me.
Peter Hale.
My uncle.

I was born into a family of werewolves.

I was an Omega, the weak trash, who always got his food last in a pack.

But of course, my family wasn't like this.
We lived a happy life, until our house got burned. I was six, Derek sixteen.
He ran away and came back to find out who had killed our sister Laura.

He thought I was dead, but I wasn't.
I had lived with uncle Peter, he and his nurse had raised me.

Until Derek and Stiles found out that Peter was Scott's Alpha.

Then a lot of strange things happened. I watched everything, but no one ever saw me.

But now, I had some little problems.

Scott knew where I lived. He could easily visit me. And discover things I didn't want him to.

I was a member of Scott's pack. As a human.

And today was full moon.

I sat down on my chair, 12 seconds before the teacher came in.

Lydia winked at me from the right. I grinned back. Then the lesson started.

I was the first one who stepped out the door. I didn't want to talk to Scott or anyone of his friends.

I didn't want them to discover another secret.

Especially not my biggest one.

"Samuel, wait!", I heard Scott shouting after me.

But I didn't care. I walked away through the streets, straight to Derek's house.

I hoped he was home when I walked up the stairs to the loft.
I tried to open the heavy door, until someone from the other side helped me.

Then I looked straight into a gun.

"Whoa! Sorry!", I put my hands up.

"Oh, wait, Braeden, you can put the gun down.", Derek said.

I noticed the woman, who stood in front of me.

"Hey Sam. That's my girlfriend.", Derek explained, "you know, if someone enters our house, who doesn't know where the laser is, the alarm starts. And almost everytime that things has started, we nearly died."

"Oh okay.", I answered.

"Who is he, Derek?", Braeden wanted to know.

"My brother, Samuel."

She nodded.

"So, uh, the main reason I got here is that Scott followed me last night. He knows where I live now and I think it's not safe enough anymore.", I started.

I hoped that Derek didn't want to know where I had lived the past few years.

"Do you wanna live with us?", Braeden asked.

"Yeah, uh, that would be very nice, just, if it's okay for both of you.", I told them shyly.

"Of course it is. You can sleep on the couch over there until we got a hammock or something.", Derek pointed to a couch in a dark corner of the loft.

"Thank you. And please, don't tell Scott or one of his friends. Our names are coincidence and you have never seen me before.", I reminded my brother.

"Of course.", he nodded.