The McCall Pack; A Teen Wolf Fanfiction

Battlefield

Y/n's POV

Matt's body was found in the Beacon Hills Preserve the next morning. His water logged corpse was floating on one of the small ponds. We knew he couldn't swim, so he could have drowned. Then again, I could list off a bunch of people that wanted him dead, so it could have been murder. Since that day at the police station though, things had been different, and not the kind of different that I liked. 

"Don't you feel sorry for Matt?" Ms. Morrell, the guidance counselor, quizzed.

"Sorry for him? No. Not at all," I answer as I fiddled with my lacrosse stick. "I think you're forgetting that he held me hostage inside of the police station with a gun. And it wasn't just me either. It was Stiles and Sheriff Stilinski and Scott and my mother. I can never forgive someone for doing something like that to me. To my family. I don't really want to talk about him anymore, if that's okay."

"Okay, um, are you feeling some anxiety about that championship game tomorrow night?" Ms. Morrell asked. 

"Yes and no," I reply. "Lacrosse is actually the one thing in my life right now that I can count on. Like, I'm confident in my skills, and I know I'll be good on the field. But since one of my teammates is dead and another one's missing, I doubt we'll win, which sucks because we deserve it after everything that's happened." 

"You're talking about Isaac Lahey, right? One of the three runaways," Ms. Morrell brought up. "How are you feeling about him being gone?" 

"I'm kind of disappointed," I confess. "Isaac and I.....we've had a weird relationship. I can't really describe it, but we were starting to become good friends. Really good friends. I just....I thought he would've told me if something was wrong. If he needed help. But I guess not because he left without a word." 

"You feeling okay, Y/n? You don't seem like yourself," Ms. Morrell noticed.

"I'm fine," I assure her. "Aside from the not sleeping and the constant overwhelming fear that something bad might happen again. It's almost like I'm paranoid, even though I know there's nothing to be paranoid about. Matt is gone and everything has sort of gone back to normal except that it seems like my home life is fracturing and I can't do anything about it."

"Y/n," Ms. Morrell started.

"I've gotta get to class," I interrupt her and stand up. "Thanks for the session, Ms. Morrell. Have a great day."

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"McCall, you're late," Coach Finstock notified me when I jogged out to meat him on the field. "You missed my speech."

"Sorry, Coach," I apologize. "It won't happen again."

"It better not. I can't have my co-captain missing the championship game," Coach Finstock spoke.

I frowned. "I'm sorry. Co-captain?"

"Your brother is benched tonight, and I need someone else to display some leadership qualities on the field besides Jackson. That person is gonna be you," Coach Finstock declared and pat my shoulder. "Congrats. Now, I need your opinion on something. I can't put Greenberg out there again, so pick someone who doesn't suck as bad to play as a defense." 

"Oh. Um, I'd like to play Stiles," I decide.

"Great. Lets go tell him the good news," Coach Finstock said and led me over to where Stiles was sitting next to Scott on the bench. "Stilinski! Put on your helmet and get out there. You're in for Greenberg."

"What? What happened to Greenberg?" Stiles questioned.

"What happened to Greenberg? He sucks," Coach Finstock pointed out. "And you suck slightly less."

"I-I'm p-playing?" Stiles stuttered. "On the field? With the team?"

"Yes, unless you'd rather play with yourself," Coach Finstock offered.

"I already did that today, twice," Stiles stated.

"Dude, too much information. Seriously. Now come on," I urge and drag him off the bench. "I'm gonna need you to give everything you've got to this game."

"I'll try my best," Stiles admitted.

Halfway into the game, we were down 0-4, and Stiles wasn't doing too well. When I was switched out of the game to get a break, I took off my helmet and downed a huge gulp of water. I was a sweaty mess and out of breath, and even with my werewolf abilities, I was having a hard time. But that's when I saw someone I wasn't expecting, and a huge smile broke out on my face.

"Isaac!" I shout and launch myself into his arms. Isaac caught me and embraced me, swinging me around before setting me back down on the ground. As soon as my feet were back on the solid surface, I growled and punched him in the shoulder. "How could you leave without telling me? You're an asshole for that." 

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to get you caught up in my business," Isaac revealed. "And uh, I needed to come here for two reasons tonight."

I raised my eyebrows. "Yeah? What reasons?"

"Well, this is one of them," Isaac murmured before smashing his lips to mine. I was shocked that Isaac was kissing me, but it wasn't totally unwanted. I had sort of developed feelings for him over the past few weeks, and the flirty banter we shared was partially real. I kissed Isaac back, clutching the neckline of his lacrosse jersey in my hands. Our lips moved in sync together, and for a moment, everything around me disappeared. Finally though, we pulled apart, and I glanced up at Isaac. "You um, you just kissed me."

"And you kissed back," Isaac retorted. "I was hoping you would."

"Well, I guess we need to have a little talk after the game. So, if I'm one of the reasons you wanted to come back, what's the other?" I implore.

"Simple. I want to win," Isaac shared and put on his helmet before running onto the field. In the fourth quarter, we were down 7-9, and it was gonna take a real miracle to turn this game around. With a surprising turn on events, Stiles got the ball and managed to score a goal, making the score 8-9.

"Holy shit, Stiles! You did it! You scored a goal!" I cheer and give him a hug. "Now we just need two more to win this thing. Keep it up." Stiles continued that streak, scoring more goals, and when the timer ran out, we were ahead in the score. "We had won."

"Oh my god. Y/n, did you see me out there?" Stiles inquired.

"Yes! You were amazing, Stiles," I chirp and embrace him again. "I'm so proud of you. Seriously. You won us the game."

Just then, the lights on the field went out, leaving us in darkness. Suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit me, and I reached out, trying to find where Stiles was standing. But when I couldn't find him, I fell over, my world tipping sideways. And just like that, I fell unconscious.