𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 ➸𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕 ꟾ𝟏ꟾ

New Beta

The bell rings as Scott and I follow Stiles down the hallway for an early morning lacrosse practice.

"What's the plan for this full moon, Scott?" I ask, patting him on the shoulder.

"Nothing. I've got it under control this time."

"Really?" I ask, raising one eyebrow. "Dude, last time you said that you kissed Lydia, belittled us, and almost killed Jackson because he was with Allison."

"I'm serious. It's not like the last full moon. I don't feel the same." Scott defends.

"Oh, does that include the urge to maim and kill people? Like Wes and me?" Stiles asks as we turn right and into the locker room.

"I swear I don't have an urge to maim and kill you or Wesley." Scott promises, lowering his voice to a whisper.

"You know, you say that now and then the moon goes up and out come the fangs and the claws and there's howling and screaming and running and it's all just way too stressful." Stiles rambles.

I motion to Stiles. "He has a point. Besides, what's the harm in locking you up?"

"Okay, fine." Scott gives in. "But I do think I'm more in control now."

"I'll believe it when I see it." I comment, causing Scott to glare at me before looking towards Stiles.

"Did you get something better than handcuffs this time?"

"Yeah, much better." Stiles takes off his backpack and opens his locker but before he can reach in, links of chain begin pouring out, causing my eyes to widen.

Everyone in the locker room turns to us, hearing the chains clattering as well. I look down at the growing pile on the floor as Coach steps next to us, watching them continue to fall out of Stiles' locker. I begin wondering if it would ever end when, finally, the last link of chain joins the pile.

"Part of me wants to ask. The other part says knowing will be more disturbing than anything I could ever imagine. So... I'm going to walk away."

"That's good, that's a wise choice, Coach." I stare at Stiles in disbelief as the locker room goes back to normal before we kneel down and start to pick up the chains.

I glance over noticing Scott looking around frantically.

"Uh, Scott?" I try to get his attention but he seems intent on whatever he was doing.

"You okay? Scott?" Stiles tries as well.

Scott finally snaps out of it and looks between us. "There's another. In here, right now."

"Wait, you mean-" I begin but Scott interrupts me.

"Another werewolf."

~~~

After putting on all of our lacrosse gear, we head for the benches with the rest of the team preparing for practice.

"It was kind of like a scent, but I couldn't tell who." Scott explains as I tighten my right arm guard.

"What if you could get him one-on-one? Would that help?" Stiles asks.

Scott nods. "Yeah."

"I think I got an idea." Stiles says, getting up and jogging down the field to where Danny and Coach were standing.

"He worries me sometimes." I tell Scott as we watch him talk to Coach, frantically waving his arms around pointing between Scott and Danny.

Stiles rushes back to us with an armful of goalie equipment, dumping them in front of Scott. "I told Coach you're switching with Danny."