Monsters | Stiles Stilinski

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗𝟎

     WE HADN'T REALLY MANAGED to come up with a plan but at least we knew who the assassin was.

I didn't like that they were on the team. It made me nervous but I also knew that if they tried to make their move tonight against any of my pack mates I'd have them wishing they hadn't accepted that tape in the very first place.

Everyone we could warn and tell we had, even those who weren't coming tonight. The Sheriff knew, Derek and Peter knew and Melissa knew, too. I think Scott had even told Deaton just incase something did happen and we needed him. Either way, we were all ready.

Garret however? He had no idea that we knew it was him. It gave us an up. The sly asshole didn't know what was coming for him because tonight, whether he decided to strike against us or not, we'd corner him and get our answers. He was going to tell us about the dead pool whether he wanted to or not. I didn't care for his little killing spree for a bit of extra cash. I didn't care for him at all. He was nothing but one of those arrogant freshmen boys who thought he owned the world.

Well, newsflash, he didn't.

This was our world he was encroaching on and he would feel the consequences of stepping foot over that line between humans and supernaturals. There was no place for people like him here. Not when the majority of us lived in peace and co-existed. Not when we were here by force, not choice. None of us asked for this life. It was brought upon us and we were given no choice but to adapt or die and we had. We were a pack of strength, a pack that had gone up against Hunters and Kanimas and Darachs and lived to tell the tale.

This kid had no idea what he was getting himself into making one of us his target and the Hale inside me rattled with rage. It demanded justice... revenge. Garret would be begging, pleading, for forgiveness after I was done with him. Everyone with their hands on the dead pool would.

Tonight's game was just a scrimmage before the season began but the turn out was impressive. Lacrosse was the main sport here at Beacon Hills. No one really cared for basketball or soccer. The only thing we didn't have was a cheer team but I could definitely live without that.

I glanced up across the bleachers behind me again, expecting the Sheriff to just miraculously be there even though I could hear Stiles talking to him on the phone beside me. He was caught up at work again, it was nothing new. Melissa was already pulling a double shift according to Scott. Malia and Lydia were still trying to figure out the second half of the dead pool.

It would leave me alone. Stiles, Scott, Kira and Liam were all starting and if the Sheriff didn't make it on time it would be a long night for me.

I saw Liam talking with his friend nearby. I think his name was Mason but I wasn't all that sure. They both had their eyes on Brett though and I eavesdropped as their conversation pulled to a close and his friend walked away from him leaving him alone. I glanced back fleetingly at Stiles seeing him still on the phone and walked over to Liam. He saw me coming and his lips actually stretched into a very faint smile.

"How are you feeling?" I asked him curiously, my arms crossed over my chest as I looked around. Garrett was over on the bench with some other freshmen, occupied in conversation.

"Okay." Liam replied nonchalantly, shrugging once.

I met Liam's gaze briefly before I said, "Scott still wants you to sit out, you know?"