Stilinski's Secret (Stiles | Teen Wolf)

Chapter 6: Caught

We tailed the Vauxhall almost across town, before it took a turning into a small driveway. The first time we crept passed in my Jeep we saw him-the hunter boy-get out, once I circled the block and returned he was entering his house. I parked up on the other side of the street when I only just notice that my phone was violently buzzing in my pocket.

"Something strange about his house, I can sense it." I heard Scott say before my ears were filled with a Banshee's voice.

"Where the hell are you Stiles? I've been worried sick trying to call you. You were supposed to be here an hour ago!" Lydia explained in one breath, I pulled my phone back to see, on the lit up screen, I had seven missed calls and five texts of 'Where are you?' with an added 'o' each time. I smiled slightly, pressing the phone to my ear where Lydia was still ranting about the dangers of not communicating when we have plans.

"Alright," I agreed, "We.. might not join you this time." I explained and heard the strawberry-blonde Banshee immediately question. "We saw this guy," I looked to the house then at Scott who seemed to be calculating something again. "He had a hunting gun in the back of the car he brought to school."

"In the back of his car?!" I heard her exclaim and I laughed audibly.

"Yeah, so do you get it now?"

"Do what you have to do, we're going to spend more of your money." Lydia's teasing tone hissed playfully.

"My— Hey—" I shrieked but the phone cut off and her voice blocked by a whir of a dial tone. "Damn," I cursed then shrugged, it wouldn't be much of a spree when they find out I only have £35 on my card. Hey, how the hell did they get my card? ...Dad. Focusing on the task at hand and saving that for later I sighed softly, "Dude, you look like you're performing mental maths, can you tell me what's up?"

Scott turned to me, one brow raised and the other furrowed. His lips were pursed. "I can sense it."

"Sense what?"

"Pain and werewolves."

"Pain and werewolves?" I questioned, my own brows climbing my forehead. He nodded and reached for the handle of my Jeep's door. "What are you doing?" I inquired quickly.. and loudly.. it made him jump.

"Getting out?" he said, sounding unsure since I called him out. One thing I hated about Scott was his simpleton answers.

"To do what, exactly?" I scoffed, looking at the very normal looking house that our suspect strolled into. "You know, what if he's just a normal kid that goes hunting for geese with his dad, or something." I queried and Scott scoffed.

"Dude, nothing is normal here." he was right and I subsided. "Especially when I can smell werewolves and pain so clearly."

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, stepping out after pulling a notepad and pen from my dashboard. "Well, come on then?" I beckoned and brushed off my clothes. Scott jumped out and I walked to his side. We took in the view of the house then looked at each other with a knowing nod.

I led the way to the house and motioned for Scott to head around the back. I straightened up before knocking the door and while Scott hopped over the fence that led to the back garden my heart began to thud against my chest. I felt a shudder rack my spine as I waited, hearing Scott's footsteps fade. I blinked hard, feeling my shoulders lift involuntarily as the boy from before answered and I noticed his brow quirk immediately as he looked me over suspiciously. Being a great actor, I pressed my lips together in a small smile.

He had dark features, thick black eyebrows that sat atop grey eyes. His hair was black, too, naturally that is. He had a pair of thin lips almost as pale as his face. So.. basic and colourless, I thought. Like some kind of vampire, hah. Imagine that!