The McCall Pack; A Teen Wolf Fanfiction

Muted

Y/n's POV

"Of course you're still the team captain. You got your grades up just like Coach told you to, right?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah, but he never told me I was back on the team. He just told me to show up at tryouts today," Scott spoke.

"Scott, he made us co-captains last season, and he'll make us co-captains this season," I promise and pat his shoulder. "Now, we've got bigger things to deal with."

"Right. Scott, did you tell Argent yet?" Stiles quizzed.

"I texted him but he didn't get back to me," Scott responded.

Stiles raised his eyebrows. "You told him his sister Kate came back from the dead over a text?!"

"I didn't have the money to call France," Scott defended.

"You think you got money problems? Try paying for an MRI and a visit to Eichen House," Stiles countered. "Now, what the hell are we even doing here anyway? We've got like a 117 million problems and worrying about our status on the lacrosse team is not one of them."

"Well, it is now. Look," I direct and nod towards the field. There was a freshman manning the goal post, and he blocked every single shot than came him way. He was practically unstoppable. When Stiles and Scott saw him, they both just stared, unable to comprehend what they were watching.

"Who the hell is that?" Stiles questioned.

"Liam Dunbar. He's a freshman. Just transferred over from Devenford Prep," I answer.

"I don't even want to ask how you know that," Stiles mumbled and rubbed his forehead. 

"You should know by now that I have my ways, Stiles," I chirp.

"You showed him around the school on his first day, didn't you?" Scott figured.

"Scott, just once would you let me have my fun?" I request.

Scott laughed and elbowed me playfully. "Never."

"Whatever. Now, I know how you guys are. Please do not crowd him or corner him and get him to tell you everything," I plead. "You guys will scare him to death."

"Okay. We won't," Stiles pledged. "But uh, maybe we should just practice a little bit."

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"Wait. Say that again," Kira instructed. "An axe murderer?"

"A family murdering axe murderer," Stiles corrected.

"I already heard about it," Scott claimed. "My mom called me. She knew we'd see it on the news."

"Perfect. So let's go," Stiles urged.

"Whoa whoa whoa," Scott interrupted and grabbed his arm. "Dude, we've got Econ in five minutes."

"All right. Did you forget the part about the family murdering axe murderer?" Stiles pushed.

"Did you forget that your dad's the sheriff?" I retort. "Stiles, we made a deal with our parents that we'd stay out of this stuff and let them handle it."

"Yeah, for the most part. Do you remember that part, Y/n? They said we should stay out of it for the most part," Stiles remembered. "And this seems like something we should be apart of. Right? Please tell me I'm not the only one who thinks that this is important."

"I kind of agree with Y/n," Scott confessed.

"Ugh," Stiles groaned. "You two and your twins stick together bullshit. I thought you two decided sophomore year that you were gonna be your own people?"