The Other McCall

Chapter 4

"I can't find anything about wolfsbane being used for burial." I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I read the book in my lap. I didn't look up from the book but I heard Stiles start to talk to me.

"Just keep looking." Stiles snapped. I looked up from the book and glared at Stiles through the mirror. He looked back and sighed. "Sorry." He mumbled and I sent him a small smile back as I looked back down at the book. "Maybe it's like a ritual or something, like maybe they bury you as a wolf. Or maybe it's like a special skill, you know? Like something you have to learn."

"I'll put it on my to - do list, right underneath figuring out how the hell I'm playing this game tonight." Scott said, leaning against the window.

"Maybe it's different for girl werewolves." Stiles said, ignoring Scott's comment. I tried to block them both out as I read the book.

"Okay! Stop it!" Scott yelled, not loudly but enough to get both of our attention.

"Stop what?" Stiles asked, unsure of what Scott was talking about.

"Stop saying "werewolves"! Stop enjoying this so much." Scott growled. I closed the book and looked over at my brother, leaning over the center console to get a closer look.

"Are you okay Scott?" I asked my brother, putting my hand on his arm.

"No! No, I'm not. I'm so far from being okay." Scott clenched his fist and his breathing became more rapid as he leaned his head against the car window.

I was starting to get worried, as I slowly pulled my hand away from him. "You know, you're gonna have to accept this, Scott, sooner or later." I told him, sitting back into the seat.

"I can't." Scott tugged on his hair and I swore he was going to rip it from his scalp.

"Well, you're gonna have to." Stiles answered, keeping his eyes on the road. He had no idea that Scott was totally freaking out right now.

"No! I can't breathe. Aah!" Scott yelled out. My eyes went wide as I leaned forward again.

"Pull over!" I yelled at Stiles, who's eyes had gone wide. He looked back between me and Scott, but didn't pull over.

"Why? What's happening?" Stiles asked. No one responded as Scott grabbed Stiles' backpack, ripping it open to show the wolfsbane. Scott and I both glared at Stiles.

"You kept it?" We both yelled at him at the same time.

"What was I supposed to do with it?" Stiles asked, making Scott grunt, turning back towards Stiles. His eyes were bright yellow. I leaned away from him, not sure what he would do.

"Stop. The. Car." Stiles pulled over, grabbing the bag from Scott. He jumped out of the car, throwing it into the woods. But Scott ran in the other direction, as I jumped out of the car.

"Scott!" I yelled, trying to get his attention. "Scott, come back!" I tried to run after him, but I lost my breath and he was too far ahead. I heard rustling behind me and turned around. "Scott?" But it was just Stiles. "He's gone."

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Stiles and I sped down the freeway in his car while Stiles talked to the cops. The phone was on speaker, so we could both hear. "Stiles, you know you can't call the dispatch line when I'm on duty." The operator said, making Stiles sigh.

"I just need to know if you've gotten any odd calls." Stiles begged.

"Odd how?" The operator's voice blared through the speaker of the phone.

"Uh, like an odd person or a dog-like individual roaming the streets."

"I'm hanging up on you now." The operator sighed, probably thinking this was a prank call.