Written In The Stars{Derek Hale/Book 1}

Chapter 14-Shape Shifted

"I'm serious, it's not like the last full moon, I don't feel the same."

"Oh, does that include the urge to maim and kill people like Laken and I?" Stiles asked Scott sarcastically.

"I swear I don't have the urge to maim and kill you guys." Scott told them as the three walked into the locker room.

"You know, you say that now, but then the full moon goes up and out comes the fangs and the claws. And there's a lot of howling and scraping and running every where, okay, it's very stressful on the two of us so yes, we're still locking you up. " Stiles said before turning to his sister, "And that goes for you."

"Actually, I'll be with Derek." Laken shrugged.

"Okay, fine." Scott leaned against Stiles' locker as Laken looked around for Isaac. She promised she's watch over him told him to meet her before practice. "But I do think I'm in more control now. Especially since things are good with Allison." Stiles deadpanned.

"They're really good."

"I- thank you, we know."

"I mean like," Scott paused, "Really good."

"Alright we get it just, please shut the hell up before I have the urge to maim and kill myself." Stiles rolled his eyes.

"Give the boy a break." Laken punched her brothers shoulder, "At least he doesn't have to use his right hand anymore, unlike you."

"Do you have a better idea than handcuff this time?" Scott asked, chuckling at the words that had left Laken's mouth.

"Yeah, much better." Stiles turned to the gym locker and opened it.

Laken's eyes widened as the long line of sliver from the chains he has stored there fell to the floor. The other Lacrosse players in the room gathered around and Laken busted out with laughter at the looks on both boys face.

"Part of me wants to ask." Finstock stood on the other side of the youngest Stilinski, staring down at the pile of chains. "The other part says, knowing will be more disturbing than anything I could ever imagine. So, uh, I'm gonna walk away."

"That's good, it's a wise choice Coach."

"Scott?" Laken asked, "You okay?"

"There's another, in here right now." Scott told her.

"There's another what?" Stiles asked and Laken's eyes widened at the realization. He could smell Isaac.

"Another wolf."

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"It was kind of like a scent, but I couldn't tell who it was." Scott glanced around the field, taking a seat next to Stiles and Laken on the bench.

"What if you could get him one on one? Would that help?" Stiles questioned.

"Yeah." Scott nodded.

"Okay, I think I got an idea." He grabbed the lacrosse stick from Scott's hand and went to the other side of the field.

"How are the two of you related again?" Scott questioned Laken with a laugh.