the boy of shadows || teen Wolf FF

10

Scott Pov:

"They didn't do it? But who killed them then?!", Liam had just told us what Sam and Theo said to him.

"I don't know, they didn't tell me."

"Did they say anything else?", Lydia asked.

"Yeah, if we want to know what happened, we'll have to stop trusting eachother."

"So, I can't trust any of you anymore?", Stiles was really worried. He stepped backwards.

"Of course you can. None of us is the Alpha or a member of his pack.", I tried to calm him down.

"Scott, did you forget the Nogitsune and the Beast?", Lydia reminded me.

I sighed.

"Theo just wants to scare us. He wants to tear us apart."

"No. He doesn't.", I heard Sam's voice from the background.

"Yeah? So how the hell do you know?", Stiles shouted at him.

"Because the men aren't in a pack. They don't have a sign.", Sam's calm voice made me agressive.

"That's a good point, but are you sure?", Stiles wanted to know.

"McCall! Stilinski! Hale! Dunbar! Where are you?!", Coach Finstock shouted from the field.

"We'll talk later.", I told Malia and Lydia.

While we were playing Lacrosse, I noticed that Sam played really agressive today. Maybe he was just pissed because we discussed to kick Theo out of the pack earlier.

"I think there's something wrong with Sam.", Stiles breathed heavily.

"I don't. Maybe he's just pissed, because nobody likes Theo.", I answered.

But 12 seconds later, Sam missed the goal and got super mad. He screamed something in Russian.

"Hale! Watch your mouth!", Coach Finstock yelled, "No foreign languages on this field! Next time you're in detention!"

I was in a team with Liam and some others, Sam and Stiles where in the other one. After Liam scored a goal, I had to get the ball first from the middle. But while we stood there, waiting for the Coach's whistle, Samuel inhaled and it sounded like he was a werewolf.

Sam, are you ok?", I whispered.

He lifted his head and his eyes looked kinda teary.

"Yeah, of course."

The Coach whistled and Sam got the ball. He scored a goal really quickly. Then the training was over.

"Sam, what was that? Did you lie to us?!", I asked him while we were changing our clothes, "Answer me, holy mother of Jesus!"

But instead of giving me an answer, he scratched the door of his locker and looked deep in my eyes.

"That's none of your business.", he left.

"Stiles! Hurry! We have to follow Sam!", I panicked.

Why did lie to us?

"What's wrong?", Stiles and I ran after Sam.

"He's a werewolf! Sam's a werewolf!"

"An Alpha?!"

"I don't know!"

"There! I can see him!", Stiles pointed at the street.

Why did he run? He could have taken one of the bikes or something.

"Let's catch him, Stiles!", I said and started to run after Sam. Stiles got in his Jeep.

It looked like Sam knew Beacon Hills better than everything.

"Sam, stop! We can talk about this!", I yelled.

"You wanna talk? I know you will kill me instantly!", he turned his head and that little Moment of inattention was it. Stiles hit him with his Jeep and Sam flew against a wall.

"Looks like he's unconscious.", Stiles got out of the Jeep.

"Well, as long as he's not dead. Let's get him into the Jeep."

"Where do you want to bring him?"

"I don't know, just let's do it quick before he wakes up."

We put Sam in the Jeep and while we were driving, we considered what to do now.

"We could ask Derek.", Stiles said.

"He'll kill us."

"Why? Just because we found a new werewolf and hit him with a car?", my friend raged.

"Yeah. And because Theo is in his loft too."

"Fine. What about the vet clinic?"

"Yeah. Maybe Deaton can help us with finding out what Sam actually is."

"Scott, if Sam's a werewolf, could that mean he is Dereks's brother?"

"Fuck. That's possible. Shall we ask him?", I panicked.

When we arrived at the clinic, Deaton was already waiting.

"I hope no one's going to notice that.", he just said and we went inside.

"Shall we just let him sit there in fron of the wall?", Stiles asked.

But Deaton didn't give an answer. Sam did.

He got up and I could see his claws.

Hell, what had we done?

I gestured Deaton and Stiles to leave, then I wanted to start a fight.

"Scott. Scott, Scott, Scott. That was a bad idea, wasn't it? Did you know that every pack has an Alpha? And every Alpha has a pack? Of course you knew, you're an Alpha yourself. But your pack isn't really a pack, is it?"

He came towards me with an evil look. I still couln't see his eyes.

"Are you the Alpha? Did you kill the couple?"

"No, I didn't. We did."

"Who is we?!", I tried to stay calm, but it was difficult.

His voice was cold, he sounded like a psychopath.

"Oh Scott, you really want to know?"

"Why are you like this?", my voice broke. I just couldn't believe he lied.

"You really trusted me Scott? May I give you an advice?"

I stared at him.

"NEVER trust a Hale. You'll always regret it."

"I knew it! I told you!", Stiles yelled from behind, but Sam made him be quiet with a single look.

Then he jumped on the metal table standing between us and lifted his face slowly.

And then I could see it.

His eyes were red. Bright red.

It was him. It had always been.

"You will lose Scott.", Sam said.

Then he let out a loud howl and jumped on me, pushing mw to the ground. He started ripping off my body parts.

"Scott! Scott wake the hell up!", I forced my eyes open and saw a worried Stiles in front of my face.

"Dude are you ok?", he asked.

"What the fuck just happened?"

"I don't know I was driving right behind you and suddenly, you crashed into that tree over there."

"I fell asleep. And I dreamed something.", I was completely confused.

"So you had a vision."