(Discontinued) When the Wolves Howl | Teen Wolf

Chapter 4

I'm very tempted to walk away and ditch the whole social thing. People hustle up the bleachers and in between them. I stand in the middle, not sure where to sit or who to sit by. Mind made up, I spin on my heel and walk right into someone.

Sheriff Stilinski, that's right, Sheriff grabs my arms to keep me from falling."Woah, watch out there! He squeezes them once and then lets go. "Oh, hey, Iris."

"H-Hi," I zip and unzip the top of my coat, nervous.

"How have you and your mom settled in?" He asks me.

"We-we're good, she's still looking for a job, though." I look him in the eyes and see how gentle they are. "Uh, how-how are you?"

"I'm good. Thanks for asking." He looks me in the eye. "Would you like to sit with me?

Grateful, my eyes widen in surprise. "Yes, I would." He smiles at me then starts walking toward the front of the bleachers. I fumble after him.

I'm scared that people will stare, that they know what happened to my family. People glance at me when I walk by, but otherwise, there are no judging looks. I breathe a deep sigh of relief and make my way up the metal steps.

Scott's mom is already sitting down as we approach her. She looks puzzled for a second and then her face lights up in a smile as she remembers who I am. "Oh! You were there at the sheriff's station. I'm sorry you had to see me that way." She laughs a little to herself. "I'm Melissa McCall. I never caught your name." She has a pleasant smile resting on her lips, but there's trouble behind her eyes.

Mr. Stilinski sits in the empty spot to the right of her and I move in to sit on her left. "Can...Can I sit here?" I ask quietly. She nods and I sit down. The cold metal soaks in through my jeans, but it's nice.

"Iris Sallow. It's nice to officially meet you." I fiddle with my hands in my lap, the cold biting the skin.

"That's a pretty name. Did you and your mom just move to Beacon Hills?" Melissa asks politely.

I nod and look over at her. She smiles at me and it's soft. I hesitate to return it, but the smile appears on my face, small.

Glancing away, I notice the red lacrosse jerseys. Some are on the field, but two are sitting farther away from the others on the bench. I squint my eyes then they widen. Stiles and Scott are sitting on the player's bench a couple of feet away.

"You know what's going on?" Stiles's voice rings loud and clear in my ears. I flinch away, startled. My eyes widen and I look around to see if anybody else noticed he was yelling.

There are no suspicious looks pointed toward him. Everybody carries on with their conversations. I look back over at the pair of boys.

Stiles faces Scott and all I can see is the back of his head. "It's going to be bad, isn't it? I mean, like people screaming, running for their lives, blood, killing, maiming, kind of bad?"

My hands tightly grip the edge of the metal seat. Blood rushes through my ears, heart hammering in my chest.

"Iris?"

I tear my eyes away from the two boys. Mr. Stilinski gives me a worried look. "Are you alright?"

"Yea-Yeah, I'm okay." My voice sounds shaky to my own ears.

"Oh, no. Why is my son running on the field?" He groans.

My head whips over to look at the field, almost giving myself whiplash. I watch with a pleased smile as he clumsily makes his way further onto the grass.

"Because he's on the team?" Melissa sounds confused, and I am too.

Mr. Stilinski stares at the field for a moment, filtering what Melissa just said. "He is. He's on the team. He-He's on the field." He starts to stand up. Fists raised, he shouts, "My son is on the field!" His face lights up, the look full of pride.