The McCall Pack; A Teen Wolf Fanfiction

Heart Monitor

Y/n's POV

"Okay, I don't like getting involved when you and Scott are fighting, but now I think I need to. Why won't you talk to him?" I ask.

"You know why I'm not talking to him," Stiles responded.

"I know your dad got hurt, Stiles, but it's not really Scott's fault, if you think about it," I point out.

"So, what? You're taking his side?" Stiles questioned as the two of us entered our history class.

"No! I'm not taking anyone's side," I defend. "I'm just saying that Scott feels really guilty about what happened, and you not talking to him is making things worse. Worse enough that he went to Derek for help with his abilities."

"What!" Stiles exclaimed. "Why would he do that?"

"Because his best friend decided to shut him out," I answer and give him a knowing look.

Stiles sighed. "All right. Fine. I'll talk to him when he gets to class. And you and I are gonna show him that we're better teachers than Derek."

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"Lets do this thing!" I chirp as I met up with Scott and Stiles on the lacrosse field.

Scott groaned. "Really? You brought Y/n here to help too?"

"Well yeah. Stiles and I both came up with the plan. And you should be happy that I'm here to help you. I've got a life that revolves around way more than just you. Now shut up and put this on," I order and hand Scott a black band. 

"Isn't this one of the heart rate monitors for the track team?" Scott quizzed. 

"Yeah. I borrowed it from Coach Finstock. Because unlike you guys, he actually likes me," I say. 

"So, your heart rate goes up when you go wolf, right? When you're playing lacrosse, when you're with Allison, whenever you get angry. Maybe learning to control it is tied to learning to control your heart rate," Stiles told Scott. 

"Like the Incredible Hulk," Scott realized. "That's kind of cool." Once Scott put the band on, we duck-taped his hands behind his back and had him stand in the middle of the field. Then, Stiles and I pulled out our lacrosse sticks. "Whoa whoa whoa. This originally seemed like a great plan, but now I'm regretting trusting you guys."

"Don't worry, Scott. You're gonna be fine," I assure him. With my lacrosse stick, I grabbed a ball and lobbed it at Scott, who couldn't do anything, and the ball hit him square in the chest. Stiles went next, throwing a ball at Scott, which hit him right in the jaw. "You know, this is kind of fun. We should do this more often."

"I disagree!" Scott shouted as I threw another ball at him. Stiles and I took turns tossing balls directly at Scott, but after getting hit a few times, Scott started getting angry, and his heart rate was rising way too quickly. I ran over to him just as he started to calm down, and ripped the duck tape off of his hands. "I could feel myself starting to change because of my anger, but it was more than that. It was like, the angrier I got, the stronger I felt." 

"So it is anger, then. Derek's right," Stiles agreed. 

"That means I can't be around Allison. Not because she makes me happy, but because she makes me weak," Scott claimed. Once we were finished with the training, I had to go put all of our equipment back, and on my way out of the locker room, I bumped into Jackson. 

"Hey, Jackson," I greet and take in his appearance. He was looking really pale, he was sweating more then usual, and he looked like he hadn't slept in days. "You aren't looking too good. I think you need to sit down for a bit. Maybe get checked out by the school nurse." 

Jackson waved me off. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me." Later that night, Scott took me with him and Stiles to the school where Derek was waiting with Scott's boss, Deaton, unconscious in the back seat. 

"So what are we doing here?" Derek asked. 

"You said I was linked with the Alpha. I'm gonna see if you're right," Scott spoke. 

"Okay, two question. What are you gonna do if the Alpha doesn't show up? And what are you gonna do if he does show up?" I implore. 

Scott shrugged. "I don't know. It was kind of a figure it out as we go kind of plan." 

"And why's Deaton here? What's he got to do with anything?" I question.

"We think he's the Alpha," Stiles replied. "Maybe. We're not too sure about that either."

"Man, you guys really suck at coming up with plans," I mutter.

"All right, Derek, you said that a wolf howls to signal his position to the rest of the pack? So that's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna howl," Scott declared. 

"As much fun as that sounds, my hearing is sensitive enough as is, so I think I'll just stay out here with Derek," I share. "You two idiots can go have fun blasting your eardrums out." So, Stiles and Scott ran inside the school while Derek and I waited outside. There was nothing to be said between us, so we stayed silent. I mean, I could've struck a conversation, but I really didn't have much to say. Moments later, a loud roar hit my ears, and Scott and Stiles ran out of the school grinning.

"I'm gonna kill both of you," Derek threatened. "What the hell was that? What are you trying to do, attract the entire state to the school?" 

"Sorry," Scott apologized. "I didn't know it would be that loud." 

"Yeah, it was loud. And it was awesome," Stiles cheered. "Hey. What'd you guys do with Deaton?"

I frowned. "What? We didn't do anything with him?" I looked back at Derek's car, and I saw that Deaton was no longer there. If he wasn't in the car anymore, then where did he go? As I turned back to face everyone else, blood started gushing from Derek's mouth, and then he was being lifted into the air by a big, black, furry hand. A hand that was connected to the Alpha werewolf. Scott didn't waste a second and grabbed a hand of mine and Stiles' before dragging us into the school. As we placed our bodies against the doors to keep them shut, one thought bounced around my head. 

What the hell did we just ourselves get involved in?