Moon child ▪ Stiles Stilinski [book one]

Second Chance at First Line [1]

*Maggie's POV*

Apparently Allison's dad is one of the hunters. The one who shoot Scott! He didn't recognized him but still... it's bad because we don't know if Allison knows about werewolves or not. Stiles just told me after Scott told him in the locker room and right now I'm sitting on the bleachers, watching practice but also to keep an eye on Scotty.

"Let's go! One-on-ones from up top.
Jackson, take a long stick, today. Attaboy." Coach yells over the field.

"That's how you do it, Jackson. That's how you do it." Coach yells after he blocked a player. "Let's go. McCall, what are you wating for? Let's go."

Scott starts running directly to Jackson after the whistle blows. Jackson blocks him snd Scott falls to the ground. I see Jackson smirking proudly under his helmet also saying something to Scott but obviously I couldn't hear it because I have no wolf powers including super hearing, like Scott.

"Hey McCall" Coach says, walking over to Scott, who's still lying on the ground.

"My grandmother can move faster than that and she's dead!" Coach chuckles. "You think you can move faster than the lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother?"

"Yes, Coach." I Scott said quietly.

"I can't hear you."

"Yes, Coach!" Scott says now louder.

"Then do it again. McCall's gonna do it again! McCall's gonna do it again!" Coach yells so the other player can hear him.

The whistle blows again and Scott starts running really fast forwards Jackson.

That's not gonna end well.

They collide but this time Jackson falls to the ground, holding his shoulder in pain. And Scott's dropping to his knees holding his head. Oh no. Everyone runs to Jackson, to make sure he's alright. Just Stiles ran to Scott. I ran down the bleachers as fast as I could and stood besides Stiles.

"I can't control it. It's happening." Scott said, with a strained voice.

"What? Right here? Now?" Stiles asked freaked out, looking at me and than back to Scott.

"Come on. Get up. Go!" I said helping Stiles holding Scott up so he could walk.

We made it to the locker room and Scott breathed heavily now.

"You okay? Scott, you okay?" Stiles asked worried, looking at Scott.

"Get away from me!" Scott said in a low voice.

As he looked up I could see his eyes glowing yellowish. Stiles grabbed me by my wrist, pulling me with him as we run around a locker to hide from Scott. But Scott's chasing us. We run behind other lockers but as soon we were there, Scott's on top of them looking down at us, growling. Stiles still had a tight grip around my wrist and pulled me with him, to a fire extinguishers which hung besides the door. Stiles pushed me outside the door and than took the extinguishers and sprayed it all over Scott. Stiles crawled out the locker room, still the extinguishers in his hands. He sat down besides me. Breathing heavily, just like I am.

"Stiles, Maggie?" Scott asked breathless and confused.

Stiles and I looked inside the locker room, seeing Scott sitting down on a bench, sweating.

"What happened?" he asked us. His eyes brown again when he looked at us and no fangs and no claws. I let out a sigh of relief. Stiles helped me up and we walked inside the locker room again.

"You tried to kill us." Stiles told him.

"It's like I told you before. It's the anger, it's your pulse rising. It's a trigger."