Father || Teen Wolf

18 - Spies vs. Spies

SNAP!

The noise was loud enough to make every single Lacrosse player's head turn towards its source, clenching their teeth in discomfort. The bone was broken, that was for sure. A few of the players were already gesturing to the referee, pleading him to get help for their injured teammate. 

That was about the moment when Scott regretted his decision to play in the night's game. 

His leg burnt with pain and it was all he could do not to scream as he felt the bone set itself upright again, and with a second, quieter snap, the wound was healed. He groaned and rolled onto his back, blinking when the harsh spotlights around the field attacked his retinas. He got up on wobbly legs.

"I'm okay! Nothing's broken!" he shouted in a hoarse voice, hoping to defuse the situation as quickly as possible.

The players around him quickly dispersed, most of them looking relieved but a few observing him with suspicion in their eyes – they had all heard the bone break, after all. The rest of the game was nothing short of torture for Scott, and despite his team's spectacular defeat, the final whistle was music to his ears.

Grumbling, Scott limped to the side and glanced at the other players, looking for a particular silhouette among him teammates. Boyd. Boyd, who had been called to the field as a last resort when Coach felt they had no hope of winning. Boyd, who had lost control and let his eyes flash yellow in the middle of the game. There was no way Scott could have let him shift here and then, certainly not in front of Gerard Argent who was watching from the stands. He had to intervene, and said intervention had resulted in his leg being snapped into two painful halves. And now he was here, clutching his still aching leg and fuming, anxious and angry.

He couldn't take the risk to turn on his heels to check on Gerard, to watch his expression and assess how much the hunter had seen. He could only hope that Boyd hadn't blown their cover and exposed them both to the brutal old hunter. When he finally caught Boyd's eyes, Scott was glaring at him with such intensity that Boyd immediately looked down, feeling strangely guilty for having put Scott in danger although he had no allegiance to him whatsoever. His guilt only deepened when he saw the white-haired hunter Derek had warned him about head towards Scott at the end of the game, and holding a hand Scott reluctantly shook.

Being invited to a family dinner by Gerard Argent at the end of a Lacrosse game where he had his leg broken was not something Scott ever thought would happen to him. Yet there he was, shaking the man's hand and agreeing to the offer, failing to look any enthusiastic about it. The man radiated coldness, a type of calculation that made Scott question the true purpose behind every word he spoke. Gerard Argent put him on edge and he had no desire to spend a single second more than necessary in his company, but he wasn't left with much choice in that particular matter.

His only hope as he went to change was that Stiles and Jamie had successfully retrieved the Argent's book from Gerard's office, but even that came into question once he was changed and joined Allison outside. She shook her head at him, her scent heavily laced with fear. Scott wanted nothing more than to reach out and take her hand in his but he couldn't. Not when Gerard was watching.

He left the Lacrosse field feeling defeated, and feeling that the night was far from over. He shot one last glance towards the high school main building, hoping beyond reason that there was a rational, harmless explanation behind Stiles and Jamie's failure to give the keys back to Allison.

In fact, Gerard's keys hadn't wandered far from their owner at the moment. They were still clutched firmly in Stiles' hand, although his hand was now trembling. The school corridor had an eerie atmosphere at night, when all the lights were out and the classrooms were silent, but that wasn't the reason Stiles was trembling. No, the reason was a blonde girl full of confidence, whose last encounter with Stiles had ended with him unconscious in a dumpster.