Queen of the Damned

02

Eleanora's curiosity got the best of her when she heard strange noises coming from the boys locker room. She peeked in and heard Scott yell, "Get away from me!"

Stiles grabbed the fire extinguisher and pushed it down, causing Scott to become engulfed in fog.

Since Eleanora didn't know if that calmed him down, she grabbed the fire extinguisher from Stiles and chucked it across the locker room in case Scott needed a distraction.

A confused Scott then said, "Stiles? Eleanora? What happened?"

Stiles glanced to Eleanora and said, "You tried to kill me. It's like I told you before. It's the anger. It's your pulse rising. It's a trigger."

Scott let out a sigh. "But it's lacrosse. It's a pretty violent game, if you hadn't noticed."

"Well, it's gonna be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field. You can't play Saturday. You're gonna have to get out of the game."

"I'm first line."

"Not anymore."

Scott shot Eleanora a hopeful look and she shook her head. "Lacrosse and wolf powers don't pair well. Stiles is right. Until you can gain control, I don't think you should play."

The second Eleanora stepped out of the locker room, her arm was grabbed by Lydia. "Why were you in there? Nevermind. It doesn't matter. You're coming with me to support Jackson."

Eleanora yanked her arm away. "Why?"

"Because you saw what happened and I want someone with me. Since Allison's busy, you were my next choice."

"Oh yay."

She drove them to the hospital and while they were waiting for news on Jackson, a familiar boy with buzzed hair walked up to them. "Eleanora, I'm pretty sure what you saw is probably the strangest thing ever, but you can't tell anyone for Scott's safety. Okay?"

Eleanora nodded, certain that she'd seen stranger. "I won't. But I need to know everything right now."

Stiles pulled Eleanora to the side and let out a sigh. "Okay. Scott was bit by an Alpha, which turned him into a werewolf. We think it's Derek Hale, but we're not sure. We're gonna investigate further. Are you in?"

"I'm in. But mostly to make sure you two stay out of trouble."

Stiles let out a soft laugh. "Good luck with that."

Eleanora went to the bathroom and when She returned, she saw Stiles holding a magazine on the menstrual cycle upside down. Moments later, the magazine was ripped from his hands.

"Holy God!" Stiles cried, seeing Scott.

"The scent was the same. Why is she here?"

Eleanora crossed her arms and glared at Scott. "She's here because she's going to help you two investigate the body. Are you sure about the scent?"

He glanced at her and nodded. "Which means we have proof he killed the girl."

"I say we use it," Stiles said.

Eleanora frowned. "How?"

Stiles turned to his friend. "Tell me something first. Are you doing this because you want to stop Derek, or because you want to play in the game, and he said you couldn't?"

"There a bite marks on the legs, Stiles. Bite marks," Scott told him.

Stiles nodded. "Okay. Then we're gonna need a shovel."

He drove to Derek's house and Scott paused. "Wait, something's different."

"Different how?"

Scott lightly shook his head. "I don't know. Let's just get this over with."