"I couldn't find the necklace." Scott's voice comes over the phone.
"Uh, yeah," Stiles says. "Yeah, that's because we have it."
"You have it!?" Scott asks loudly. "How did you get it? Why did I have to sneak into Allison's room for nothing?"
"You snuck into Allison's room?" I raise my eyebrows in surprise.
"Em got it," Stiles answers Scott's question.
"How did she get it?" Scott demands.
"Well, I - I don't - I don't know," Stiles stammers out. He looks over at me, his eyes wide. "How did you get it?"
"It was really difficult, actually, so all of you owe me big time. I walked over to Allison, and I said, 'Allison, can I borrow your necklace?' And then she said, 'Of course,' and gave it to me." I roll my eyes.
"Where are you two? You're both supposed to be here," Scott tells us. "Stiles, you're first line!"
Scott cries out in surprise, and then I hear Coach's voice.
"Where the hell is Bilinski? Huh?"
"Did Coach just call you 'Bilinski'?" I ask. Stiles nods once, staring out his windshield.
"You're not gonna play if you're not here to start," Scott announces grimly.
"I know!" Stiles slaps his hand against the steering wheel. "Look, you see my dad, can you tell him - tell him I'll be there, I'll just be a little bit late, okay? Alright, thanks."
Stiles hangs up the phone.
"You're not gonna make it," Derek deadpans.
"I know," Stiles says.
"Go to your game," I tell Stiles. "I can stay with Derek."
"No - no, I'm not - I'm not playing without you there to see," Stiles argues.
"But your dad will see you," I counter.
Stiles looks at me, and I drop my gaze to my lap. With all of my new abilities and the search for the Alpha and Scott's problems, I had kind of forgotten about Stiles' crush on me. Sometimes, he's very obvious about it, but other times, he falls back into his habit of hiding, and I fall back into my habit of being oblivious.
"You didn't tell Scott about his mom," Derek points out.
"Not 'til we find out the truth." Stiles stares ahead at the hospital. I sigh heavily. Dread washes over me, but I don't say anything. I don't want to scare Stiles or Derek.
"By the way, one more thing?" Derek asks.
"Yeah?" Stiles asks. Derek reaches over and pushes his head into the steering wheel. "Oh god! What the hell was -"
"You know what that was for," Derek tells him. My laughter fills the Jeep. "Go." Derek points. "Go!"
Stiles opens the door and makes his way towards the Long Term Care Unit.
"It's the bite that does it, isn't it?" I hear Jackson's voice right in my ear. I jump in my seat and turn to the window, fully expecting him to be standing there, taunting me. Instead, I'm met with a dark parking lot.
"What? What do you hear?" Derek squints at me in the mirror.
I shake my head. "Nothing." After a moment of consideration, I say, "Do you hear Scott and Jackson?"
"Jackson?" Derek turns around to look at me.
"I mean, one of my new abilities is super hearing and I can hear Jackson talking." I choose not to tell Derek what about.
"Is Jackson inside?" Derek asks.
"No." I shake my head again. "No, this is ridiculous. Jackson would be at the lacrosse game - with Scott."
As soon as I say my brother's name, I hear his voice in my ear.
"I can't be the one to do it, okay? It has to be - it has to be an Alpha," Scott explains.
"I can hear Scott, too," I say in awe. "I can hear all the way to the lacrosse field."
"Well, then, you get him to do it," Jackson continues.
"I - I don't even know who he is," Scott admits, irritated.
"What is it? What are they talking about?" Derek demands.
"Lacrosse," I respond instantly.
"Why are you listening to them talk about lacrosse?" Derek pushes further.
"I don't know! I don't choose what to hear." I miss part of their conversation listening to Derek.
"There are hunters," I hear Scott tell Jackson.
"Hunting what?" I can feel Jackson lean in, and it makes my skin crawl. "What hunters?"
"Werewolf hunters," warns Scott.
"Oh my god," Jackson laughs. I lean back in my seat. Is this where my feeling of dread comes in? "You've got to be kidding me."
"No, jerkoff!" Scott starts to get annoyed. "There's a whole family of them, and they carry assault rifles. Do you get that? Assault rifles."
I know that Scott turns and looks at the Argent, and then so does Jackson.
"Them?" Jackson asks.
"What? No, no ..." Scott lies.
"Oh my god, that actually makes sense," Jackson starts to piece things together. "Allison Argent. Oh my god, you don't get it. You've known her thing long, and you never actually asked her - her name, idiot! Do you know what 'argent' means in French? It means silver."
I suck in a breath of air. Just like the silver bullet myths about werewolves. Silver kills werewolves. But not the metal silver, the family silver.
"Argent," I say aloud. The word falls off my tongue with new meaning.
"What? What about the Argents?" Derek demands, leaning into the back seat.
"Stiles calling," I spill before my phone even rings. I stare at the screen expectantly and, sure enough, Stiles' name pops up.
"That's so creepy."
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Fanfiction"Don't be afraid of change. You might lose something good, but you'll gain something better." Emerson McCall is a pretty average high school student. She has one friend she shares with her brother, Scott, and between the two of them, she has all she...
