Really, Lacrosse?

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Lilliane's POV.

After the events of last night, going to the woods, running from a dead body, getting caught, and then our friend saying he got bit by a wolf Stiles and I were stressed and on edge.

The last we need is a Class B werewolf, who has no anchor so he can control the change.

Sure we have dealt with Class B werewolves before, but they were freshly bitten and didn't know that they were werewolves, but Scott, he has two people to help him Stiles and me.

As I walked onto the Lacrosse field to wish my brother good luck, I see Derek Hale, other by the tree edge, he hasn't been in Beacon Hills since the fire, two or three years ago. I continued walking, but never took my eyes off him and him doing the same to me, until that is, I bump into someone.

I stared at their back and realized with relief it was Stiles.

"Good luck and really, lacrosse?" I never really got his obsession with lacrosse, so I asked.

"It's a fun sport to let off steam." He explains and gets to try outs.

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