The Second Stilinski

Chapter 20: The New Alpha

I was sat on my brother's bed as he was getting ready for the party. He told me that he actually got Lydia to go with him.

"You're really not gonna go?" Stiles asked.

"No, thanks. I got other things to worry about." I answered.

"Like?"

"Not killing the guy who'll be dancing with me." Stiles smiled as he sat next to me.

"Hey, it's not like you can't do anything because you're a werewolf. Even Scott's going, and honestly, he's worse than you." My twin explained.

"Thanks, but I already have a date with my netflix account, which I can't decline. We're pretty serious." My brother laughed as he continued to get ready.

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I heard my brother drive away with his jeep as I opened a window and looked around to be sure he was gone. I then jumped from the window as I landed with claws and fangs, yes, I turned werewolf. The plan's to watch my brother at the party. I then just ran as I needed to get to school to continue my plan. I stopped from a distance as I saw my brother and Lydia, which made me smile. I then went to the field as I just sat on the bleachers and took my phone. I tried to concentrate so I could hear all the different conversations, when I suddenly heard my brother and Lydia's

"You want to dance?" "Pass." "You know what? Let me try that again. Lydia, get off your cute little ass and dance with me now." "Interesting tactic. I'm gonna stick with no." "Lydia, get up, okay? You're gonna dance with me. I don't care that you made out with my best friend for some weird power thing, I don't... Lydia, I've had a crush on you since the third grade. And I know that somewhere inside that cold, lifeless exterior there's an actual human soul. And I'm also pretty sure that I'm the only one who knows how smart you really are. Uh-huh. And that once you're done pretending being a nitwit, you'll eventually go off and write some insane mathematical theorm that wins the nobel prize." "A Fields Medal." "What?" "Nobel doesn't have a prize for mathematics. The Fields Medal's the one I'll be winning."

I smiled as he probably got her to dance with him.

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"Jackson!" I woke up as I realized I was still sitting on the bleachers. I then looked around to see Lydia on the middle of the field.

"Jackson. Jackson, is that you?"

I then saw Peter walking towards her as I looked confused.

"Lydia! Run!" It was Stiles. My heartbeat got higher in seconds as I turned werewolf and ran onto the field. I was to late as Peter already bit Lydia. I growled at him as I then stood in front of my brother. He just looked confused to see me but didn't say anything.

"Don't kill her. Please." Stiles said.

"Of course not. Just tell me how to find Derek." Peter answered.

I growled softly again as I kept an eye on Peter to be sure he wouldn't hurt my brother.

"What?" Stiles asked.

"Tell me how to find Derek Hale." Peter reapeted as he held his claws against Lydia's neck.

"I don't know that. How would I know that?" Stiles replied.

"Because you're the clever one, aren't you? And because deception has a particularly acrid scent, Stiles. Tell me the truth or I will rip her apart."

"Don't even dare touch her. I will make it so that you won't see daylight anymore." I growled as I kept my eyecontact with him.

"Is that supposed to scare me? You're my bèta, I could easily defeat you. Just tell me where to find Derek, or you'll both die."

"You wanne fight, grandpa? I have the eyes of an alpha, bet I can fight like one."