Howling at the Moon

Chapter 3- The Argents

Hola amigos! So as I have nothing else to do I decided, lets post Chapter 3! This is one of my favorite chapters... actually I have a lot of favorite chapters that might make you squeal and giggle furiously. But not just yet. Like I said, this isn't Scott McCall's story, it's Gage's, so that's why there are so many new plotlines and stories. Well here goes nothing...

Chapter 3

“Um, excuse me,” I said.

He didn’t move, but he just glared at me.  

          “Can you get out of my way,” I said angrily as I tried to sidestep him.     

He grabbed me from my backpack and prevented me from moving.

          “Yes, Scott is a werewolf. Friday is full moon, and Scott will attempt to kill people because he is young and can’t be controlled,” he growled, “If you let Scott play in the game Friday, bad things will happen.”

          “What am I supposed to do?” I said.

          “If you can prevent Scott from playing the game Friday, I can help him control the shift,” he began, “But if you even let him play the game, you’re dead.”

I gulped.

          “Are we clear?” he said.

I nodded my head and he disappeared. People were staring at me, but I didn’t care.

Scott was a werewolf. Scott. Was. A. Werewolf. As in wolf man, howling at the full moon, killing innocent people. Werewolf. I ran as fast as I could back to the practice to tell Stiles what had happened.

“Derek was at your car,” said Stiles.

I nodded my head.

“What are you guys going on about,” asked Scott feeling left out.

Stiles turned a corner. I felt sick. After moving down here, I thought maybe, just maybe I could get a clean start. Was this some sort sick joke? I looked at myself in the rear view mirror and saw that I was extremely pale. I leaned my head against the cold window.

“Guys, you need to tell me what’s going on!” said Scott again, now angrily.

“Will you tell him Stiles?” I begged.

He nodded and I slipped my headphones in. I could practically feel the tension in the car. After a few minutes I heard a muffled yelling. I pulled out my headphones.

          “How could even call your best friend a liar!” yelled Stiles loudly.

          “Because you’re talking like a freak,” screamed Scott.

His chest was heavy and he was struggling to calm down.

          “Scott, breathe,” I begged.

He shot his head towards me. I gasped. His eyes. His eyes went from a honey brown to golden yellow and he growled at me. I saw his teeth and they formed into long razor sharp fangs. He didn’t look like what I saw in the woods my first night.

          “Stiles stop the car!” I screamed.

The car came to a screeched stop and Stiles pushed me out of the car. He ran out himself and pushed me into the cover of the trees along the road. Suddenly Scott pushed the door open a fell on his hands and feet and stalked towards us, circling us just like prey. His face had hair on it and he had long claws.