Secrets

Part 1

It's the start of senior year, fresh slate no big bads meaning less chance of me being discovered, which was relieving I have lost count how many times I had almost slipped up. I have told many fibs to my pack, starting with my name is Winchester. People thinks my name is stilinski, that benefitted me because either people run away when they hear Winchester or want to challenge the Winchester.

The guilt is eating me up though, not being able to just pour out all the lies I've told to them, but knowing all high and mighty moralistic 'we always have a choice' Scott, I would be kick out of the pack in the snap of my fingers.

"STILES!!" I was knocked out my thoughts by the strawberry blonde "you need to be paying attention."

"Ok so Issac you said you smelt sulfur, what could that possibly mean?!" Scott exclaimed as my head shot up when I heard the wolf boy say sulfur. Which caused everyone to look at me "What you guys looking at?" I tried to play dumb "Do you know something?" "Nope, I just think it's weird you smelt sulfur." I lied again, when I was very young I learned how to steady my heart beat. But when I made that comment they moved on, except peter was looking at me suspiciously, shortly soon after he moved his focus to the pack but would shift his eyes time to time to me.

After the pack meeting, I waited for everyone to clear out so I could go run to my house, just as was leaving peter yanked my arm making me stumble over. I gave his a harsh glare.

"What do you know?" I sighed I wanted to tell someone the truth but I knew it couldn't be peter "I know that this is not for the McCall pack." He nodded in agreement "So I assume you know it's a demon." "Yes" I awnser a little to quick. He stood there studying me till he finally replied "What else do know about?" I pushed him off my arm with a tiny much force and he tried to grab me again which resulted in part of my sleeve to my green flannel to be ripped off. Which revealed my tattoo going down my forearm S.W D.W M.W J.W M.W
It reminded me of my actual family to know that there always one call away. 'Shit' I muttered "Stiles, is that a tattoo?! do you have anymore? And who initials are these?" I breathed in " No it's just permanent marker." I said sarcastically then continued "yes I do and none of your business and if you tell anyone about this, I won't hesitate to put a bullet between your eyes." My voice got a little dark for the last part, but I didn't care.

"Oh and peter I know much more than you think." After that remark I left the loft with a smirk on my face.