Our Supernatural Adventure

Chapter Six: Pack Mentality: Part One

Ares's Pov

Stiles and I were holding hands as we met up with Scott outside of the school building.

We walked together and that's when Scott started telling us about a dream he had last night. A dream about him and Allison.

And in his dream Allison was getting attacked and Scott is concerned that he attacked and killed her.

"So you killed her?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I don't know. I just woke up. And I was sweating like crazy, and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before" Scott explained.

"Really? I have. It started after Ares and I started dating. Usually ends a little differently" Stiles said.

I blushed at that and looked down at my shoes while Scott sighed.

"A, I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real, and B, never give me that much detail about you two in bed again" Scott deadpanned.

"Noted" Stiles chuckled. 

I cleared my throat and decided to get back at what we were previously talking about.

"Let me take a guess here..." I trailed off.

"No, I know, you think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow, like I'm gonna lose control and rip her throat out" Scott sighed.

"No, of course not" I sighed.

Scott looked at me with raised eyebrows as Stiles sighed. 

"Yeah, that's totally it" Stiles said, causing me to glare at him.

Scott sighed and looked down and I placed my hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, come on, it's gonna be fine, alright. Personally, I think you're handling this pretty freaking amazingly" I softly smiled.

"Yeah. You know, it's not like there's a lycanthropy for beginners class you can take" Stiles said.

"Yeah, not a class, but maybe a teacher" Scott replied.

I narrowed my eyes at him before realization dawned on me.

"Who, Derek?" I asked in shock.

Scott avoided eye contact with me while Stiles looked at him in disbelief before smacking his head upside down. 

"You forgetting the part where we got him tossed in jail?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah, I know, but chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus, it felt so real" Scott told us.

"How real?" I asked, confused.

"Like it actually happened" Scott replied.

We opened the doors to enter the quad but we froze at the sight of police tape surrounding the torn apart bus.

The said bus had blood spread throughout every area of it.

"I think it did" Stiles breathed out.

Scott looked at the two of us, clear panic shown in his eyes, as he ran back inside the school.

Stiles and I ran after him and saw him take his phone out, dialing a number that was, no doubt, Allison's.

"Scott, come on, she's probably fine" I tried to reassure him.

"She's not answering my texts, Ares" Scott told me.

"Scott, come on, it could just be a coincidence, alright. A seriously amazing coincidence" Stiles added.