At Twilight (TW/TVD Crossover)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Scott McCall is a werewolf.

It was so obvious, Caroline thought watching him leap over another player's head to score a goal that shredded the net.

A baby wolf from the looks of it.

She'd known deep down. The lingering smell, the unexplained animosity. And she would've been able to keep her head in the sand for much longer if he hadn't been such a show off.

Coach Finstock trailed behind her out of the building, and waved over the group of girls gathered to try out.

“Everybody trying out for girl’s track and field, head to the track and start runnin'! If you run out of juice before me or Forbes tells you to stop, you are cut! Got it? Good! Let’s go!” She shielded her right ear, where he stood, with a palm. No megaphone needed.

He clapped a few times, whether to shake off the manic energy pouring from him or to encourage the girls she wasn't sure.

“Weaklings.” Finstock scoffed when a couple girls grabbed their duffles and immediately booked it in the opposite direction. “Keep a good eye on 'em. When the other weaklings show themselves, kick 'em off. Later you can start with that cheerleading choreography you were talking about yesterday. Same thing tomorrow. Okay, break!” He walked off on a clap before she could get a word in.

"Anyone else feel like that last clap was mocking?" His attention was already on the lacrosse team. “Well then.” This is gonna be great.

Caroline turned to the remaining girls with a pleasant but strained smile on her face. She felt like she was luring them into a false sense of security. With a sigh and her pinned on smile she led them through stretches before allowing her charges to head to the track.

A couple of hopefuls took off at full speed, and she couldn't help but wince. That won't end well. And of course, before long they were wheezing and slowing down to the point of stopping. Caroline, empathetic to their plight, was prepared to turn a blind eye and grant them a reprieve to catch their breath.

Finstock was not.

“You are out! Get off my track, weaklings!” He hollered while practically chasing them off the track.

Caroline folded her lips in, in an effort to not laugh but a chuckle slipped through. She couldn't help it. The man was, as the Mikaelson's would say, bonkers.

He returned to the lacrosse field. How he'd noticed the girls were slowing down the second they did in the first place, she didn't know. Could he be– She sniffed the air cautiously. Human. Well, there's that at least. The last thing Finstock needed were supernatural abilities. Beacon Hills wouldn't have been able to hold him. Hell, California probably couldn't either.

“McCall! Do you want to start tomorrow or do you want to be a benchwarmer with your bestie? Get back on the field!”

Caroline turned to watch Scott startle and mumble “sorry coach,” while running back to the field. He shot her an unreadable look and she arched her brow in response. She had an inkling she'd been the topic of conversation between the two friends. Stiles' wide eyes flicked from her to Scott and back before he groaned and flopped back on the bleachers.

She paused mid-step as a thought occurred to her.

Was Scott a beta in Derek Hale’s pack?

She dismissed the idea. He didn't seem to defer to Derek like a beta should. But either way, the less she knew about the ins and outs of the town's supes, the better. Only thing she was worried about was Erica and what she might've gotten herself tangled up in. Which would most likely involve her knowing the ins and outs of the town's supes. She groaned quietly.