(Blue Moon 💙🐺) Teen wolf x Twilight

Chapter Five: 🐺

Despite that he was hurt, he still tried out for the lacrosse team. He wasn't serious about it, but he had promised Charlie and Bella. The wounds he got weren't anything like when he was running around Beacon with the monster of the week. He surprised the coach who was 100% nicer than Finstock, but Stiles wasn't really sure he'd make the team.

The day that followed was one of the rarer nicer ones with sun, so the Cullens weren't present. Jessica told Bella that whenever it was nice Dr. Cullen took the kids out camping. It was just a thing that the town accepted and no one questioned.

Stiles did, but not out loud. He didn't want to bring any more attention to himself than he already has. Which is really hard considering that being the new kid who knew about the supernatural, he had the attention of everyone.

His head was spinning with details he didn't have full access of information to. Billy and those who saved him seemed to know about werewolves but different kinds? Were there different kinds other than rankings?  Stiles wouldn't be surprised at this point. He knew those different aspects of the moon affected wolves, but the sun? How did that factor in?

During lunch, Jessica manages to get Bella and Angela to go with her to Port Angeles. They invite Stiles to go too but he just couldn't stand shopping. He knew Bella hated shopping too, but the poor girl just couldn't get out of it.

After everyone went off to their next class, Stiles couldn't just sit still. He stopped by his locker to drop things off before he snuck out and went to the truck. He needed answers and he couldn't wait for his dad to get here. 

"I was wondering when you'd be back. I wasn't expecting you so soon." Billy greeted him as he opened the door.

"My curiosity couldn't stand to wait another day. I know what Charlie said but..." During his time here he's gotten a very good sense of what Billy's and Charlie's relationship was like. So he stated more than asked, "Charlie doesn't know."

Billy shook his head. "He does not. He's heard the stories from our tribe, and as a police officer I'm sure he hears crazy stories but brushes them off as a drug or drink delusion."

Stiles took a deep breath. That made him feel calmer. It reminded him of when his dad was still not in the know. It was less stress-inducing since there weren't too many threats looming overhead. Though since outing the Cullen-Hales a bit and now that he knows some of Jacob's tribe were something...Stiles has become aware of a tension in the town that wasn't there before. Charlie was safe from the supernatural if he didn't go out looking for it. Though at the same time there was the worry that his lack of knowledge could also get him killed.

"Now." Billy's voice brought him back to the present. "Why don't you tell me what you saw that night."

"A werewolf. It had blue eyes...and it was feral. Must have been without a pack for a while now...so it's possibly not from around here or any of the packs." Stiles said.

"Werewolf? Are you sure that's what you saw?"

Flashes of being pushed, shoved, tackled, chased, and hurt in many different situations by a different ranking of werewolves, both born and bitten. With a steady and serious gaze, he tells Billy, "I know a werewolf when I see one."

"Hmm..." Billy was quiet for a moment before he told Stiles, "Werewolves...don't happen by here much."

Stiles frowned, "Are...are you sure? I got a sense from the night of my accident that..."

That what? That Billy and his tribe members were more spiritually open and in the know about the supernatural? Knew how to better protect themselves because of it? Did he see any of their eyes glow? See them use any sort of super speed or strength? Did he see sharp claws or fangs?