EPISODE 2 (971 WORDS) The coach's whistle pierced my thoughts as the sharp pain ran throughout my spine and travelling throughout my entire body. I covered my ears as I watched the practice continue but with a sudden blowing of the whistle, I winced in pain closing my eyes for less than a second. Next thing I know Jackson and Scott are on the floor. Jackson clutched his arm as Scott held his head. What did I miss?
"I can't control it, Stiles, It's happening." Scott's voice rung in my ears as I saw Stiles hunched over Scott. I stammered onto my feet.
"What? Right here, now? Come on, get up. Come on." I shouldn't be able to hear them from this distance but I could and I knew I was becoming a werewolf. I hurried out of the bleachers and started heading towards the school ignoring how dizzy and sick I felt. I bent down trying to stop my head from throbbing but Scott and Stiles soon came in and Stiles pushed Scott towards the boy's locker room. I didn't care enough to wait outside. I sank against the wall with pain circulating throughout my body.
"Get away from me!" Scott showing his glowing golden eyes and sharp teeth. Stiles jumped back as Scott went close to attack him. I got up as fast as I could no longer caring about the pain. Stiles was cowering on the floor as Scott jumped onto the lockers. His werewolf form released. Stiles began weaving around the room coming towards me beside the door. He tried grabbing me and running but I stood firmly planted on the spot. Scott leapt at us. I had no options. Next thing I know my body takes over and I growl louder than even possible.
My teeth, eyes and claws resembling the werewolf I had become. I pushed Scott back with more power than necessary and he flew across the room banging into the lockers. I turned to look at Stiles as my breathing heavy and I snarled slightly. I blinked and instantly my expression softened. I had no idea how or why I did it but it felt like slike something possessed me. Stiles looked scared, shocked, happy and cautious in one expression.
"Stiles? Scar?" Scott called over softly. Stiles hurried over to him as I effortlessly walked over and leant against the wall. Stiles was a little cautious as he approached him. "What happened?" He asked in confusion.
"You tried to kill me, it's like we told you before, it's the anger," Stiles replied sitting beside him with bitterness in his tone hidden behind a small pant.
"It's your pulse rising. It's a trigger.""But that's lacrosse, It's a pretty violent game If you hadn't noticed." Scott retorted bring his breathing back to normal.
"Well, It's gonna be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field." I sarcastically replied. They looked up at me before Scott realised something.
"How can you control it? You were a werewolf one second and then human the next. I was fighting the urge and was losing but you did it effortlessly." Scott pointed out making Stiles confused.
"Look, I don't know. Maybe it's because I know more about Werewolves or maybe because I'm accepting being a werewolf but either way you have to learn to control it. I might not always be here to stop you from ripping out Stiles' throat." I retorted in a bitter tone. I wasn't angry it was just the venomous werewolf inducing adrenaline still coursing through my veins a little. "Either way, You do not play Saturday," Stiles said turning to Scott.
"You're gonna' have to get out of the game." Stiles was deep in thought whereas Scott was thinking selfishly.
"I'm the first line." He replied sadly making my eyebrows knit together slightly. "Not anymore," Stiles added making me smirk. Scott was being a bit of a tool right now. Stiles was trying to help him and keep people safe but Scott was more worried about being the front line... They didn't bother going back onto the field as Scott rode his bike home and Stiles drove me home.
"How are you feeling?" He asked softly as he started the car.
"Perfectly fine," I said with a sigh.
"Thank you for saving me." He smiled but it appeared forced.
"It's fine. I know you'd do the same if it was the other way around." I shrugged with a smile. We got to my place and chilled for a little while before a Skype call came through. I answered seeing it was a group chat with me, Stiles and Scott and I flopped onto my bed not bothering to look at the screen.
"What you find out?" Scott asked with a sigh.
"Well, It's bad. Jackson's got a separated shoulder." Stiles replied feeding back the information he was given. I forcefully laughed.
"Because of me?" Scott questioned sounding guilty.
"Because he's a tool," Stiles and I said in unison making us laugh.
"Well, is he going to play?" Scott cares more about the lacrosse game than the person he seriously hurt. A small glimpse of sympathy for Jackson was noticeable on my face.
"Well, they don't know yet. Now they're just counting on you for Saturday." Stiles replied shaking his head causing Scott to sighed.
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They were both unsettling quiet, I turned to see Stiles typing instead which was unusual. I jumped toward the computer to get a closer look at the dark figure grabbed Scott and pressed him against the wall. Instantly knowing it was Derek I kind of wanted to cheer him on but refrained myself.
"I saw you on the field." He stated in a deep and threatening tone. There was no denying it was hot.
