-Recap-
"There's another. In here right now." Scott whispers.
"Another what?" Stiles asks.
"Another werewolf."
(3rd P.O.V.)
The lacrosse team is out on the field along with some other students watching the practice.
"It was kind of like a scent, but I couldn't tell who it was." Scott says as he and Stiles sit down on the bleachers.
"What if you can get him one-on-one?" Stiles asks. "Would that help?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. I think I got an idea." Stiles says before running off.
Over on another set of bleachers, Jackson is talking to another lacrosse player named Matt.
"You need a digital camera?" Matt scoffs.
"Yeah. Something that can record in low light. All night long." Jackson sighs.
"What are you recording?"
"Something in low light. All night long. Do you have the camera or not?"
"You have 100 bucks?"
"I drive a Porsche. What do you think?" Jackson scoffs.
"I think your parents have 100 bucks."
"Just get me the camera."
Stiles goes running back to Scott with padding and a larger lacrosse stick in his hands. He seats himself beside the beta and hands him the equipment.
"I told Coach you're switching with Danny for the day."
"But I hate playing goal." Scott protests.
"Remember when I said I had an idea?" Stiles asks, halting in putting his pads on. "This is the idea."
"Oh." Scott grins.
"There we go."
"What's the idea?"
"I seriously don't understand how your survive without me sometimes." Stiles grabs Scott and shoves him towards the field as Coach blows his whistle.
Scott runs to his place in the goal, waiting for Coach's whistle. Finstock blows the whistle and throws the lacrosse ball to the first player in line. He catches the ball and runs to make the shot, but Scott races out of the goal and tackles him.
"Let me help you up." Scott pulls the player to his feet, sniffing him as he does.
"McCall!" Finstock exclaims.
"Yeah?"
"Usually the goalie stays somewhere within the vicinity of the actual goal."
"Yes, Coach." Scott says before running back to his place.
Coach blows his whistle and Matt catches the ball, running to make the shot. Scott does the same thing as before, flipping his teammate over his shoulder and crouching down to sniff him.
"What the hell, man?" Matt angrily asks.
"My bad, Dude." Scott stands and runs back to his place.
"McCall! The position's goalkeeper, not goal abandoner!" Coach yells.
"Sorry, Coach."
The next player goes and Scott repeats his previous action, tackling the player and smelling him.
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Mama Hale
أدب الهواة//PSA BEFORE YOU READ: This story was written when I was brand new to everything writing. For a much better everything, go read the rewritten version on my profile. Still written by me, just MUCH better in literally every way. If you still choose to...
