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Chapter Three

Noah meant it when he said there wasn't a time limit for Stiles to talk. But he also was about to tear out all his hair if he had to go one more day without being able to flood Stiles with questions. It had been almost two months, and Noah was ready to burst.

He knew most of the basics: Scott, Derek Hale, Peter Hale, and the three kids from Stiles's class, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, and Isaac Lahey, were all werewolves. Jackson was a... cannibal? That couldn't be it, but he couldn't remember the name. He was a lizard, as far as Stiles described it. Alan, Noah's friend who ran a vet, was a druid? Lydia was something. Even Stiles didn't know for sure about her.

But Stiles had left out so many crucial bits. He'd read over the Peter Paper, and 'I threw fire at him, Lydia brought him back to life' left Noah with so many questions.

Stiles had mentioned a few things since that day, and he'd let Noah read over a few more papers, but none of them made much sense to him. If Derek and Peter were werewolves, who bit them? What did Kate Argent have to do with anything? Stiles had mentioned their family were hunters, so why wasn't Allison trying to kill them all?

"Sheriff, we've got a report of a disturbance at 1450 Old Mill Road," interrupted the police scanner, and Noah pulled up the instructions to the address. It looked like an abandoned warehouse. "Dispatch wants you to check it out. No backup available at the moment, so you're solo on this one. Over."

Noah sighed. It was nearing the end of most schools' summer vacations, and the amount of 'disturbances' in abandoned areas of town were skyrocketing, hence the no backup. And normally, Noah was stuck at the station to do paperwork while the deputies answered dispatches, but with the amount of calls, Noah was out in his cruiser.

"Copy that. En route to 1450 Old Mill Road, I'll report back once I've assessed the situation. Over," Noah responded, and he started following the directions to the warehouse. The area was isolated from most surrounding buildings, so whatever was in there must have been pretty loud. Noah thought back to a night last week when he'd walked into a 'house party' that consisted of close to fifteen teenagers, all drunk out of their minds, in the middle of an orgy. Then last night, when a gaggle of five teenagers had gotten high and gone skinny dipping in Old Lady Agnes's pool. And the night before that, he'd witnessed three teenagers streak through the Kroger's parking lot, at three in the afternoon.

"I swear to God, if I see one more naked teenager..." He grumbled, and not ten minutes later he was outside the warehouse. Noah could hear some clangs and groans, and he took a deep breath. "Lord give me strength," he muttered, bracing himself for the worst.

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He had not braced himself for the worst.

Noah crept behind his son's Jeep and peered around the corner of the hood. He watched as his son pushed a kid– Isaac Lahey?– away from a rampaging... person? Giant? Whatever it was, there were three of them, and they were each over seven feet tall and looked like heavyweight champions.

Stiles held out his hands and Noah watched as the giant staggered away from him. Stiles had this look on his face that made Noah's blood freeze. His son was terrifying.

An arrow flew above Noah's head, and he watched it land in the stomach of one of the giants. The giant let out a bellowing cry and snapped the arrow out of its stomach and lumbered to Allison. Noah pulled out his gun, but before he could do anything else, Scott rammed into the side of the giant.

Scott was...

Noah had believed Stiles. Of course he had. But holy shit, Scott was a werewolf.

Scott had claws he used to slice at the giant's face and arms, and he had glowing red eyes, and he had sharp teeth, and his eyebrows were gone and replaced with some serious sideburn action.