The Pack

Chapter 6: Story & Past.

4 years ago...

Scott heard someone creep in the house, he could feel the footprints the person left, maybe it was his mind tricking him with the full moon, indeed he was human but not entirely, sometimes and very rarely, he had this 'moments' when he could see, feel and hear things no human could ever. He blamed his father, Rafael for that.

The full moon didn't make him a bloodthirsty monster like his dad and his friends were, it made him peachy and exhausted. But sadly, that moon night was a Monday and it meant school the next day and he had to be ready for Lacrosse tryouts meaning? He had to stay late to practice and take care of all his stuff.

But that was hard when your mother was working the night shift and your father and his crazy friends were somewhere wrecking havoc and might come after you.

Scott knew his dad's true intentions with him, his father was a born werewolf and hoped to make a pack, he made one with his best friend Deucalion (that Scott only met once) and wished to expand it. Melissa, Scott's mother said that once he was born, Rafael wanted the power to himself and offered to give him the Bite but she refused. His dad, angered left the house and divorced his wife.

Scott never was alone in full moon, he knew how dangerous was to be alone. It was like being a prey near a hungry predator, it would only go wrong. But Melissa needed the money for her family and had to take the night shift, Scott said it was all well and he knew what to do if his father showed his face around but deep down he was scared of what could happen.

Scott took all of his courage to bring himself downstairs and face the danger. But he was still human, maybe a human with some rare abilities but human. And he needed some kind of protection, he could not go and face a werewolf in a full moon without something and the first thing he saw was his baseball bat.

'It's better than nothing', he thought as he grabbed it.

Walking downstairs was the most quiet and loudest thing he ever done. His mother never taught him how to play baseball, maybe how to hold it, she said one day if she was free but they both knew it was all just some daydreaming. Scott's mind started to regret passing down the opportunity to learn Kung Fu.

He made his way to the porch, feeling how the person was near him, his little hairs on the back of his neck arose and his breathing became heavier, he held unto the bat with an immense strength, ready to knock out Ennis or Kali, two of the most loyal friends his father had.

He thought he was ready but he was not.

"Aah!"

"Aah!"

Someone was on the ceiling and just surprised him, forgetting all he was ever taught, Scott started screaming and jumping, swinging the bat without hitting the target that was also screaming and jumping. Finally, after the wave of fear left his body, he saw the body better and gave a frustrated sigh.

"Stiles, what the hell are you doing?!" He yelled to his best friend, Stiles Stilinski, the boy face down in the ceiling.

Stiles, an hyperactive kid seemed offended by that comment. "You weren't answering your phone!"

'Couldn't you knock in my door like a normal person!,' Scott thought as he lowered the bat still angry at his best friend.

"Why you have a bat? He added.

Scott looked at the bat, he knew it wasn't the best thing to use to protect himself but he didn't have a gun laying around. "I thought you were a predator, or worse."

Stiles furrowed his eyebrows and let himself fall down and landed in the bushes, he looked at his best friend with some humor in his eyes. "You think a freaking baseball bat can stop your dad?"