Series Rewrite (A Teen Wolf Fanfiction) Continued

A Credible Threat Part 3

Scott, Stiles, Kira, and Liam were all in their lacrosse gear—and I was trying my best not to salivate over Stiles—and me, Mason, and Malia were in our regular clothes. We were all gathered in a classroom to talk before the game. It was night out and there were multiple news vans parked next to the field. Talk about frequencies.

Malia still wouldn't talk to me, and I was trying to find a way to make things right. I didn't know if I could, considering what I'd done to her was the worst of the worst, but I needed to try. Stiles was sitting next to me, holding my hand in his large ones and sending me vibes of comfort. Malia's eyes kept shooting daggers at the sight, but I couldn't force myself to pull my hand from his.

"Mason, you know your part," Scott started.

"Corey and I break into the Devenford Bus to search their shoes," Mason recited.

"I take out the TV vans," Malia said firmly, her arms crossed and her lips pursed.

"Right before the whistle, Coach forfeits the game," Stiles added.

"The rest of us are looking for a size 10 with a bloody sole," Liam finished. Scott nodded, a happy smile on his adorable little face. I shook my head at the sight, laughing and rolling my eyes.

"Just out of curiosity," Malia started nervously. "What if it doesn't work? What if we have to go up against this thing? I mean, I hate to bring up bad memories, but Scott's still healing from what Theo did to him."

"No, he's not," Kira replied.

"She's right," Scott confirmed when Malia looked confused. I suppose she was a little out of the loop. Scott lifted up his shirts to show us his completely healed chest, and I smiled. He was just fine like I knew he always would be. "It happened the night we got Lydia out of Eichen House. I healed. When we were all together again." I realized I seemed to be the only person who knew anything about this; even Stiles looked surprised. Scott's eyes landed on me as he smiled. "When we were all a pack."

"The Beast doesn't have a pack," I took over, returning Scott's smile. "Not like us. We can do this. No one dies tonight. And if something goes wrong, we handle it."

I waited for the nod from Scott before walking up to Coach. He was freshly shaven and looked like he felt stronger as he gazed around the field at the teams warming up.

"Hey, Coach. Now is the time to forfeit the game," I said, patting his shoulder. Coach frowned and looked down at the whistle in his hands. "The perfect time. It's now. You should forfeit now." Coach simply crossed his arms, looking back out. "You-... Coach?"

"Y/L/N, I've never forfeited a game, and I never will," Coach said proudly, and my smile dropped to a frown.

"No, Coach. You don't understand. You need to for-." Coach cut me off with the shrill blow of his whistle. I growled quietly, turning around and running to stand in front of Scott and Stiles, who stared at me patiently. "We have a problem."

Scott's face pulled into a frown. "What's the problem?"

Before I could reply, Coach blew his whistle loudly. "Get on the field!" Everyone on the teams jumped up from the bench except for Stiles, Scott, Liam, and Kira, who all looked at me like they were lost. I shrugged, my mouth flopping like a fish out of water as I tried to figure out what I was going to do about this. "That means you four! And Y/N, get off the field!"

One by one, they ran out onto the field, but Stiles didn't. He pressed a reassuring kiss to my temple before running off the field to go talk to his dad. It would be fine. Malia would still take out the TV vans and I could protect everyone if something happened. Probably. That gives us an hour and a half to find someone with blood on their shoes.