"So Derek Hale is the werewolf that killed that girl?"
I looked at stiles as he nodded.
"And Alison's father is a werewolf hunter that shot Scott in the arm with an arrow." Stiles nodded again. "Scott you're begging for a silver arrow through the heart." I turned to Scott and he still had a sickly look on his face.
" We'll talk after practice y/n." Stiles said, dragging a hopeless looking Scott towards the field.
I watched him get decked by Jackson.
"Really McCall? My grandmother can move faster than you. And she's DEAD!" The coach said.
I could practically smell the aggravation coming from Scott.
"McCalls gonna do it again!"
Scott started running at Jackson. Completely flooring him. Jackson laid on the ground, clutching his shoulder while Scott was kneeling a few feet away from him.
Crap. I thought to myself as stiles and I ran toward the angry werewolf struggling not to turn. We both kneeled down next to Scott and saw that his fangs were growing.
Stiles grabbed him by the shoulders and started dragging him towards the boys locker room.
Once we got through the door, Scott broke away from Stiles.
"Get away from me!" He told us as he started to change.
Stiles and I both backed up and started to get away from Scott. But he had jumped on top of the lockers and started growling at us. Scott jumped down and before he could get to Stiles, I jumped in between the two of them and hissed at him. I felt the veins in my eyes grow dark and my eyes turn black and red.
I grabbed the back of Scott's neck and dragged him to the showers. I threw him against the wall, knocking the wind out of him and giving me enough time to turn the shower above him on. Scott quickly changed back.
"Y/n? What happened?" Scot said, taking deep breaths.
"You tried to kill me and Stiles." I told him. "Scott, it's the anger. It's your pulse rising that triggers you and makes you turn."
"But that's lacrosse. It's supposed to be a little violent." Scott defended.
"Yeah and it's going to get a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field. Ok? You can't play Saturday you're going to have to get out of the game." I advised.
"But I'm first line.."
I sighed, "not anymore."
I looked back at Stiles who stayed silent during that entire conversation. He was looking at me, and I couldn't tell if his expression was in shock, in awe, or just plain scared.
"Y/n?" Stiles said, still frozen.
"Yeah stiles?" I winced, thinking about the conversation we were all about to have.
"What are you?"
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"So you run faster than a cheetah, hear, see, and smell things better than Scott, and you're super strong." Stiles said amused.
"That's not even half of it." I rolled my eyes and turned to the computer screen that showed Scott's face. He looked very distraught. "Scott what have you learned from what I've told you so far."
"Basically.. if I- or any werewolf- bite you.. it kills you." said a disappointed Scott.
"Yeah but I have a last resort." I said, thinking about Klaus's blood that was sitting safely in my apartment.
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Drawn (Stiles Stilinski x Reader)
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