Don't hate me.
-Recap-
"Because!" He exclaims once more. "It-it you know when you-like- see a friend in a Halloween mask, but all you can actually see are their eyes, and you feel like you know them, but you can't seem to figure out who it is?"
"Are you saying you know who it is?" I ask as I pull into my driveway.
"No. But I think it knew me."
-Time Skip-
(3rd P.O.V.)
Erica drags Stiles by the ear, leading him to the pool in the school. She releases him when they reach their destination and moves to stand beside Derek.
"Stiles." The alpha says, looking at the human. He holds a basketball in his hands.
"Derek." Stiles sighs.
"What'd you see at the mechanic's garage?"
"Uh, several alarming EPA violations that I'm seriously considering reporting."
Derek and Erica chuckle and Derek sinks his claws into the basketball, easily puncturing the thick rubber.
"Holy God." Stiles watches the ball deflate. "You know, I'm pretty sure Lyrica is around here somewhere and I'm willing to bet that she didn't give you permission to corner me like this. And you know, since she's also an alpha, I could probably just scream and she'd be here in seconds."
"You're not going to do that." Derek growls, glaring at the human.
"Why? Because she's gonna beat your ass and make you sleep on the couch? You may be her mate, Derek, but I'm her brother. You're an alpha and I'm a human."
"Stiles, stop giving us reasons to hurt you." Erica rolls her eyes as she speaks.
"You're not allowed to hurt me." Stiles scoffs.
"You wanna bet?" Erica smirks, advancing on the scrawny teen.
"Erica, don't-"
"LYRICA!" Stiles' scream cuts Derek off.
"Damn it." Derek growls, knowing that his wife would be there any second. "Stiles, I'm gonna kill you."
"Let's try that again, Der." Lyrica's voice echoes around the room as she enters, heels clicking on the tiled floor as she moves to stand in front of Stiles. "But this time, less hostility."
"Lyr-"
"Quiet, Erica." The brunette snaps and the blonde teen cowers slightly, not enjoying being scolded by her luna. "What are you two doing to Stiles?"
"Trying to get answers." Derek shrugs, tossing the deflated ball to the ground.
"By threatening him?" Lyrica asks, raising an eyebrow at the dead ball.
"He wouldn't cooperate."
"Stiles, Sweetie, please explain what you saw at the mechanic's. Without the usual level of sarcasm."
"Alright, the thing was pretty slick looking. Um, skin was dark, kind of patterned. Uh, I think I actually saw scales. Is that enough?" None of the werewolves look amused. "Okay, because I have somebody I really need to talk to."
"Lydia can wait, Stiles. This is important." Lyrica's voice is gentle but Stiles knows not to push her.
"Alright, fine. Eyes, eyes are yellowish and slitted. Uhm, it has a lot of teeth. Oh, and it's got a tail, too. Are we good?" As Stiles speaks, the three werewolves slowly look above him, eyes widening. "What? What, you've seen it? You guys have this look on your faces like you know exactly what I'm talking about."
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Mama Hale
Fanfic//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...
