Y/n sits next to Stiles in class. He's been mad at Scott since parent/teacher conference day because, while people were running around in the school parking lot in a panic to get away from an actual mountain lion (which was gunned down by Allison's dad, Chris Argent), Noah had gotten hit by a car. He wasn't seriously injured but he was hurt nonetheless. Now, as Scott makes his way into class and behind Stiles, he ignores their werewolf friend.
"Still not talking to me?" Scott asks. He sighs when Stiles doesn't answer. "Can you at least tell me if your dad's okay? I mean, it's just a bruise, right? Some soft tissue damage. Nothing... That big."
"Not helping." Y/n spoke under her breath knowing Scott would hear her.
He hangs his head for a moment before trying again. "You know I feel really bad about it, right?" Still no answer from Stiles. "Okay." He sighs again. "What if I told you that I'm trying to figure this whole thing out, and... That I went to Derek for help?"
Stiles rolls his eyes in disbelief before looking at Y/n who was looking at her notebook. "Y/n, can you please-"
"No." She cut off, not even glancing away from her paper. "You're not gonna drag me into this. It's between you two."
Stiles sighs and faces forward again. "If I was talking to you, I'd say that you're an idiot for trusting him. But obviously I'm not talking to you." The bell rings for the start of class and Scott pulls his books from his bag.
Y/n can feel Stiles' growing intrest and his feeble attempts to stop his curiosity in favor of continuing to ignore Scott, but she knows it won't work. She smirks and whispers to herself. "3...2...1..."
Stiles whips around to face Scott. "What did he say?"
"Bingo." Y/n smiles amused.
"Wh- he wants you to tap into your animal side and get angry?" Stiles confirms as he, Scott and Y/n leave the classroom, Scott having told them what happened with the Hale.
"Yeah." Scott nods.
"All right, well, correct me if I'm wrong, but every time you do that, you try to kill someone, and that someone's usually us." He gestures between himself and Y/n.
"I know. That's what he means when he says he doesn't know if he can teach me. I have to be able to control it."
"It seems more like you need anger manegment than tapping into it." Y/n mused.
"How's he gonna teach you?" Stiles continued his quesioning.
"I don't know. I don't think he does either."
"Okay. When are you seeing him again?"
"He told me not to talk about it. Just act normal and get through the day."
Stiles stops walking making Scott and Y/n stop too. "When?"
"He's picking me up at the Animal Clinic after work."
"After work. All right, well, that gives us to the end of the school day then."
"To do what?"
"To teach you ourselves." Stiles grabs Y/n's wrist as they continue to walk and she gives him a confused look.
"How are we gonna teach him?" She asked.
"I'm still thinking of that."
...
Y/n listens in to Allison and Lydia as she sits in the cafeteria with Stiles and Scott, the latter hiding behind a World History book. Allison is reading from an older book to Lydia about the Beast of Gevaudan. Y/n's heard of La Béte before. Her mother would tell her stories when she was younger, one of them being about the Maid of Gevaudan. A woman who killed the Beast with a deadly spear head, a witch's charm, and the help of a man of Silver. Most people would think that the Beast's death was a triumphant story, but the story her mother told was one laced with sadness.
Lydia left after a bit and Stiles looked at Scott. "I think the book's making it more obvious. Besides, she's reading anyway."
"So did you come up with a plan yet?" Scott peeked around the book at his friends.
"I think so."
"Does that mean you don't hate me now?"
"No. But your crap has infiltrated my life, so now I have to do something about it. Plus I'm definitely a better Yoda than Derek."
"Okay, yeah, you teach me."
"Yeah, I'll be your Yoda."
"Yeah, you... Be my Yoda."
"Your Yoda I will be." Stiles chuckles at his not-so-good Yoda impression and Y/n huffs a laugh but Scott had no reaction. "I said it backwards."
"Yeah, I-I know."
"Have you still not watched Star Wars?" Y/n asked. "I mean, I haven't seen them fully but even I know who Yoda is."
Scott gives her a helpless shrug. "All right, you know what? I definitely still hate you. Uh-huh. Oh, yeah." Stiles gets up with his things, grabs Scott's 'cover', and pulls Y/n along with him as he leaves the cafeteria. Scott scrambles after them as Allison notices him. She calls for him but he hides in the boys' bathroom to avoid her.
"Why do you keep dragging me with you away from Scott?" Y/n asked as Stiles pulled her along with him down the halls.
"Do you want to sit with Scott?" He seemed to accuse.
"It's not that I want to sit with Scott, it's just that it seems like you're trying to keep me away from him because you're mad at him." When he didn't respond she sighed and made them stop walking. "Stiles, I'm not gonna pick sides, okay? You're both my friend so I'm on both of your sides, all ways."
"Yeah, okay. I get it. I'm sorry."
"It's okay." She smiled at him.
Later Y/n and Stiles lead Scott to the lacrosse field. Stiles carried a lacrosse stick and a duffel bag. "Okay." Stiles sat himself, the stick, and the bag on the bench seat. "Now... Put this on." He rummaged through the bag and handed Scott a heart monitor strap.
"Isn't this one of the heart rate monitors for the track team?" Scott asked once he looked at it.
"Yeah. We borrowed it."
"Stole it." Y/n and Scott chorused.
"Temporarily misappropriated."
"Coach uses it to monitor his heart rate with his phone while he jogs, and you're gonna wear it for the rest of the day." Y/n explains.
"Isn't that Coach's phone?" Scott spots the named device in Y/n's hand.
"That, I stole." Stiles nodded.
"Why?"
"All right, well, your heart rate goes up when you go wolf, right?"
"When you're playing lacrosse," Y/n gives an example.
"When you're with Allison," Stiles adds.
"Whenever you get angry."
"Maybe learning to control it is tied to learning to control your heart rate."
"Like The Incredible Hulk." Scott realizes.
"Kind of like The Incredible Hulk, yeah."
"No, I'm like The Incredible Hulk." Scott seems to really like that idea.
"Would you shut up and put the strap on?" Scott obeys.
They all stand in the middle of the field as Stiles tapes Scott's wrists together behind his back. "This isn't exactly how I wanted to spend my free period."
"Tell me about it." Y/n comments.
"All right. You ready?" Stiles asks as he and Y/n move a good distance away.
"No."
"Remember, don't get angry." Stiles sits the bag down and Y/n sits down behind it, taking the Coach's phone and opening the heart rate app.
"I'm starting to think this was a really bad idea." A moment later Stiles takes up his lacrosse stick and hurls a ball at Scott who groans in pain from the impact. Y/n checks the phone. 115. He throws another ball and it hits Scott in the chest. "Okay, that one... Kinda hurt."
"Quiet. Remember, you're supposed to be thinking about your heart rate, all right? About staying calm."
"Stay calm." He mutters to himself just as he gets hit again. "Staying calm. Staying totally calm. There's no balls flying at my-agh!" He's hit again. A few more are thrown. "Aah! Son of a bitch!" Scott groans.
"You know what? I think my aim is actually improving."
"Wonder why."
"Ah, buh, buh. Don't get angry."
"I'm not getting angry."
She looks again and it's 130 this time. "You seem to be enjoying this a little too much." Y/n said to Stiles.
He scrunched his face. "Nah." He continues to throw balls at Scott.
After another particularly hard one Scott tries to stop Stiles for a moment. "Stop. Just wait. Wait, just hold on."
"Stiles, wait-" But it's too late as Stiles throws another and Scott drops down to his knees. "Stiles." She shows him the phone. Scott's heart rate has jumped to 160. Scott groans as he tries to calm down.
"Scott?" Stiles calls. Scott ends up tearing the tape and he hunches over on the ground, breathing heavily. He seems to calm down as the monitor starts to go down.
Y/n gets up and goes over to him to check on him, Stiles following. "Scott, you started to shift."
"From anger." He pants. "But it was more than that. The angrier I got, the stronger I felt."
"So it is anger, then. Derek's right." Stiles says.
"I can't be around Allison."
"Just because she makes you happy?"
"No, because she makes me weak."
...
Y/n had left the boys as they went to the locker rooms. She could have followed them in as long as the other boys were decent, but she didn't want to. Scott was convinced at the moment that Allison made him weaker, but Y/n didn't think so. There's something about the girl that Y/n thinks helps Scott. It's like it's on the tip of her tongue but she can't grasp it. For now she tables it for future thought and makes her way to her locker to retrieve her present for Allison. With Scott whisking her away Y/n hadn't been able to give it to her on her birthday but now is just as good. Once she grabbed the gift bag she went on a search for her friend.
She found her sitting against some lockers with the book Y/n saw her with earlier in her lap, a few papers are also next to her. "Hey, you." Y/n greets as soon as she's close enough.
Allison looks up and smiles once she sees Y/n. "Hey."
Y/n plops down next to her. "I wasn't able to give you this because you ran away with Scott, like the cute couple you are, so I'm doing it now." She held the bag up for Allison to take. "Happy late birthday." She said the last part quietly.
"Oh, Y/n! You really didn't have to." She shyly took the bag.
"I didn't have to but I wanted to. It was no biggie really. Just open it." She excitedely coaxed.
"Okay, okay." Allison chuckled. Once she did open it she gasped and pulled out the gift. A brown wooden arrow held a small dreamcatcher and was decorated with white feathers and a few beads. "It's beautiful! Did you make this?" She looked at Y/n.
"Yeah." She nodded with a proud smile. "It's just something I like to do sometimes."
"The arrow. How did you...?"
"Scott told me you liked archery." Allison nodded in understanding as she continued to admire her gift. She lightly touched the webbing with a smile. "My mom used to tell me that dreamcatchers help you when you sleep. The bad dreams get caught in the web while the good dreams slip through the hole in the middle. She taught me how to make them when I was younger." A sad smile came to Y/n's face and Allison noticed.
She put a comforting hand on hers. "Thank you. I love it."
"It's no problem." Y/n glanced up and saw Jackson coming their way and scowled. "I hate to ditch you but I'd rather not be around him."
"Yeah, that's fine. I get it. I'll see you later?"
Y/n nodded. "Definitely. I'm glad you liked your present." They shared one more smile and Y/n got up to walk away, unfortunately having to walk past Jackson. She stopped in her tracks just as he passed and she glanced back at him. A faint scent of decay clung to him and she's just now noticing how awful he looks. She frowns but decides to leave it, he wouldn't appreciate any concern she would have anyways.
...
Y/n is already sitting in Coach's class when Scott and Stiles come in, the last few students taking their seats as the bell rings. "Let's go. Sit, sit, sit, sit. We got a lot to cover today. Let's go. Quicker." Coach coaxes the students.
Scott sits next to Y/n and Stiles goes to sit behind her but Scott stops him. "Hey, Stiles, sit behind me, dude." Stiles scrambles to take the seat but Allison beats him to it making him bashfully retreat, giving Scott a helpless look. Stiles settles down behind Y/n and they are forced to listen to Scott's awkward conversation.
"Hey." Allison greets Scott.
"Hey."
"I haven't seen you all day."
"Uh, yeah. I've been, uh, super busy."
"When are you gonna get your phone fixed? I feel like I'm totally disconnected from you."
"Uh, soon. Real soon."
"I changed lab partners, by the way."
"Oh. To who?"
"To you, dummy."
"Me? I mean, are you sure?"
"Yeah. This way I have an excuse to bring you home and study."
"Oh."
"You don't mind, do you?"
"I just- I don't want to bring your grade down."
"Well, I mean, maybe I can bring your grade up. Come to my place tonight. 8:30?"
"Tonight?"
"8:30."
Coach slams a book down on his desk. "Let's settle down. Let's start with a quick summary of last night's reading." A few students put their hands up. "Greenberg, put your hand down. Everybody knows you did the reading. How about, uh..." He walks around his desk. "McCall."
"What?" Scott looks up at Coach.
"The reading."
"Last night's reading?"
"How about, uh, the reading of the Gettysburg Address?"
"What?" Scott asks confused.
"That's sarcasm. You familiar with the term 'sarcasm,' McCall?"
He nods and glances at Y/n and Stiles. "Very." Stiles smiles and Y/n smirks, the two descretely high-fiving.
"Did you do the reading or not?"
"Um... l-I think I forgot."
"Nice work, McCall. It's not like you're not averaging a D in this class. Come on, buddy. You know I can't keep you on the team if you have a D." Scott glances down and nods. "How about you summarize, uh, the previous night's reading? No?" Stiles looks at Coach's phone to check Scott's heart rate. "How about the, uh, the night before that? How about you summarize anything you've ever read... In your entire life?" Coach's voice rises along with Scott's heart rate.
Y/n grits her teeth as the Coach rants. She folds her arms, her fingers digging into the flesh. If she were a wolf she would be shifting right now. Coach was normally cool but today was obviously not a good day especially with Scott failing and his position in lacrosse becoming shaky. That didn't mean what Coach was doing was right though. But there's nothing she could do to help. She slumps down as far as she can in her seat and closes her eyes.
"I- I, uh-" Scott tries to think.
"No? A blog? How about, uh, how about, uh, the back of a cereal box? No? How about the adults only warning from your favorite website you visit every night? Anything?" When Scott can't respond Coach continues. "Thank you, McCall, thank you." He bangs on his desk. "Thank you, McCall! Thank you for extinguishing any last flicker of hope I have for your generation. You just blew it for everybody. Thanks. Next practice you can start with suicide runs. Unless that's too much reading." The phone was doing it's rapid beeps until it suddenly started going down. Stiles looked over to see Allison holding Scott's hand under the desk, the gesture calming him down. "All right. Everybody else, settle down."
Stiles get's Y/n's attention and nods his head towards the couple. She sees their hands and smiles.
...
Scott goes through a door with his friends following as they walk down the halls.
"It's her." Stiles blurts.
"What do you mean?" Scott asks.
"It's Allison." Y/n clarifies.
"Remember what you told me about the night of the full moon? You were thinking about her, right? About protecting her." Stiles says.
"Okay." Scott nods.
"Remember the night of the first lacrosse game? You said you could hear her voice out on the field." Y/n gives another example.
"Yeah, I did."
"So that's what brought you back so you could score." Stiles explains. "And then after the game in the locker room, you didn't kill her. At least not like how you were trying to kill us." Scott looks at Stiles. "She brings you back, is what we're saying."
"No, no, no, but it's not always true, because literally every time I'm kissing her or- or touching her."
"No, that's not the same. When you're doing that, you're just another hormonal teenager thinking about sex, you know?" Scott gets a smirk on his face. "You're thinking about sex right now, aren't you?"
Scott nods a bit. "Yeah. Sorry."
Y/n rolls her eyes with a head shake and a sigh. "Boys." She mutters as Stiles continues.
"That's fine. Look, back in the classroom when she was holding your hand, that was different, okay? I don't think she makes you weak. I- I think she actually gives you control. She's kind of like an anchor."
Y/n's eyes widen with a small gasp. "An anchor! Stiles, you genius!" She grips his arms with a slight shake and an excited smile before she seemed to catch herself and let him go. "I was trying to remember that word all day." She covered up. Before anyone could question it she turned to Scott. "She's your anchor."
"You mean because I love her." Scott says.
"Exactly." Stiles agrees.
Scott pauses in his walking as he realized what he just said. "Did I just say that?"
"Yes, you just said that." Y/n smirks.
Scott smiles. "I love her."
"That's great. Now, moving on-" Scott cuts Stiles off.
"No, no, no, really. I think I'm totally in love with her."
"And that's beautiful. Now, before you go off and write a sonnet, can we figure this out, please? Because you obviously can't be around her all the time."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Scott nods. "Sorry. So what do I do?"
Stiles sighs. "I don't know. Yet." Stiles spins in a slow circle as he thinks and once he faces them again he looks like he's got something.
"You're getting an idea, aren't you?" Y/n observed.
"Yeah."
"Is the idea gonna get me in trouble?" Scott asks.
"Maybe."
"Is this idea gonna cause me physical pain?"
"Yeah, definitely. Come on."
Stiles led them to the parking lot near a truck and four tougher looking guys. "What are we doing?" Scott asked.
"You'll see, hold on." Stiles stopped them near the truck. "Okay. Stand right there. Y/n stay with me." He directs.
"Okay." She said unsure, standing next to him in front of Scott.
"Do you have your keys?" He asked Scott who pulls his keys out. "Perfect. Hold 'em up like so." He positions Scott's hand to where he's holding up a key in plain view. "Just like that. Now, whatever happens, just think about Allison. Try to find her voice like you did at the game. Got it?" Scott nods. "Okay. Just... Keep holding it right there. Y/n, come with me." She follows as told and sees him casually pull out his own keys.
"What..." She whispers shocked as he keyed the truck. He moved to the sidewalk, pulling Y/n along, and casually stands there. For good measure he put his arm over her shoulders before he really put his plan in action.
"Hey, hey, hey, dude!" He yelled towards Scott. "What do you think you're doing to that truck, bro?" He glanced at the guys who were now looking at them because the yelling.
"Oh, no." Y/n muttered.
"What the hell?" One of the guys yelled, spotting Scott holding up the key. Scott flounders and hastily puts the key away but the damage is already done. Scott gets decked.
"Ow! My God. Wow." Stiles winces. Scott gets back up and rushes into the guy but gets kneed in the face making him go down again. He gets dragged back to the guys and they all start wailing on him. Stiles checks the phone as Scott's heart rate rises again. "Ah, come on, stay calm. Stay calm."
"Oh, geez." Y/n groaned. "Was this really necassary?" She glanced at Stiles.
He clicks his tongue. "Uh, yeah, totally. Oh that's not okay." He comments again.
Y/n furrows her brows as she looks at Scott. "Find Allison, Scott. Find her voice." She whispers so he could hear her. He seems to listen as a moment later he starts to calm when Mr. Harris suddenly arrives to stop the beating.
"Stop! Hey, stop it right now." The guys run as Mr. Harris comes closer. "What do you idiots think you're doing?" He looks down at Scott. Scott props himself up and Stiles holds the phone up for him to see, a grin on his face as it showed a calm heart rate.
The trio now sit in Mr. Harris's classroom having got detention for the stunt outside. Y/n sits at the table in front of Scott and Stiles. She boredly has her elbow propped on the table with her chin on her hand. She's pretty sure she's supposed to be doing some type of homework while she waits to be released, but she just can't help not really listening to Mr. Harris sometimes, this being one of those times. Just something about the teacher really gets on her nerves. Probably because he's an asshat.
"Excuse me, sir?" Scott calls Mr. Harris politely and he looks up. "Uh, I know it's detention and all, but, uh, we're supposed to be at work," he gestures to himself and Y/n, "and I don't want to get fired." Mr. Harris just gives him a small smile and looks back down at his papers. Scott sighs then looks at Stiles. "You knew I would heal."
"Yep." Stiles nods.
"So you did that to help me learn?"
"Yep."
"But partially to punish me."
"Yeah. Well, that one's obvious."
"Dude, you're one of my best friends, and I can't have you being angry with me."
"I'm not angry anymore." He's quiet for a moment. "Look, you have something, Scott. Okay? Whether you want it or not, you can do things that nobody else can do. So that means you don't have a choice anymore. It means you have to do something."
They look at each other. "I know. And I will."
"All right, all three of you, out of here."
They all perk up. "Thank you."
"Wait." Y/n narrows her eyes. "Really? They fix their friendship and exactly now is when you decide to let us go?"
"You can always stay a few more hours if you so desperately want to, Ms. L/n."
Y/n holds up her hands in mock surrender. "No, thank you." She gathered her stuff and left with her friends.
...
Alan works in the back room of the clinic when he hears the front door. Thinking it's Y/n and Scott he starts talking to them. "Scott, I kind of expect something like this from Y/n, but you're late again. I hope this isn't getting to be a habit." He looks towards the door but instead of the teens he sees Derek Hale. "Can I help you?"
"Hope so." Derek responds. "I want to know about the animal you found with the spiral on it's side?"
"Excuse me? What animal?"
"Three months ago. The deer. you remember this?" He unfolds a paper he had found on his car and shows it to the vet. It's a picture of a deer with a spiral carved into it's side.
"Oh, yes." He nods. "It's just a deer. And I didn't find it. They called me because they wanted to know if I'd ever seen anything like it."
"What'd you tell 'em?"
"I told them no."
Derek is quiet as he puts the paper away and takes a few steps closer. "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?" Alan takes a few steps back and puts the metal table between them.
"The sound of your heartbeat rising." They now stand across from each other, the only thing separating them is the table.
"Excuse me?"
"It's the sound of you lying." The table does nothing to help as Derek reaches over and pulls Alan over.
Alan blinks his eyes open and finds himself in a chair. A cut is on his cheek and his hands are bound behind him. "Oh, God." He pulls on the tape around his wrists and looks around.
"Are you protecting someone?" Derek asks and Alan looks over his shoulder at him.
"All right. The key to the drug locker is in my pocket."
"I don't want drugs. I want to know why you're lying." He gets up close behind Alan to intimidate him.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Derek spins him around in the chair and lifts him and the chair up in the air. "What are you doing to me? What do you want?"
"I want to know who you are or who you're protecting."
"What the hell are you doing?!" Y/n yells, her and Scott having finally arrived.
Alan looks over at them. "Y/n, Scott, get out of here!" Derek sets him down and then decks him, knocking him out.
"Stop! Stop!" Scott yells as they rush over.
Y/n kneels in front of Alan, lightly touching his cheek under the cut, then she glares at Derek. "What is wrong with you?"
"Look, when he's conscious, he can stop himself from healing, but unconscious, he can't." Derek explains to them.
"Are you out of your mind? What are you talking about?" Scott asks.
"You want to know what the spiral means, Scott? It's our sign for a vendetta, for revenge. It means he won't stop killing until he's satisfied."
"You think he's the Alpha?" Y/n asks bewildered. "He's not. I mean, I would know if I was living with a damn werewolf for seven freaking years."
"We're about to find out." He goes to swipe at Alan with his claws but Scott stops him, now fully shifted. He growls at Derek and shoves his arm away.
Scott looks at his hand and breathes, calming down and shifting back while glaring at Derek. "Hit him again, and then you'll see me get angry."
"If he hits him again he won't see tomorrow's sunrise." She threatens. Derek calms down and she gets a cotton ball to clean the cut on Alan's cheek. She gently dabs at the spot and frowns at her unconscious guardian.
"Do you have a plan?" Derek asks Scott.
"Just give me an hour."
"Then what?"
"Meet us at the school. In the parking lot." Derek doesn't say anything and just walks away. Y/n huffs angrily and throws the cotton ball away.
...
Stiles pulls into the dark parking lot of the highschool, a fuming Y/n in the backseat. They all get out and stand at the back of the Jeep. "This is a terrible idea." Stiles says.
"Yeah, I know." Scott agrees.
"But we're still gonna do it?"
"Can you think of something better?"
"Well, personally I'm a fan of ignoring a problem until eventually it just goes away."
"Just make sure we can get inside." Stiles opens the back of the Jeep to get the bolt cutters.
"I can always just shove wolfsbane down Derek's throat and we wouldn't have to do anything at all." Y/n suggests.
"No." Scott shoots down and Y/n rolls her eyes just as Derek pulls up. "He's here."
"Where is he?" Y/n asks as soon as Derek gets out of his car. "He's in the back." Y/n looks through the windows and spots Alan still knocked out in Derek's backseat with tape over his mouth.
"Oh, well, he looks comfortable." Stiles says.
"If there is even one more scratch on him-" Y/n points a finger at Derek.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. No more sunrise." Derek rolls his eyes. Scott pulls Y/n along and Stiles follows as they head for the school. "Wait. Hey. What are you doing?"
"You said I was linked with the Alpha, I'm gonna see if you're right." Scott leads the way as they make their way into the school and towards the office.
"Okay, one question. What are you gonna do if the Alpha doesn't show up?" Stiles asks as he sets up the PA system.
"I don't know." Scott admits.
"And what are you gonna do if he does show up?"
"I don't know."
"Good plan." Stiles nods.
"All right. You said that a wolf howls to signal his position to the rest of the pack, right?" He looks at Y/n. She nods.
"But if you bring him here, does that make you part of his pack?" Stiles asks.
"I hope not."
"I doubt it will." Y/n says.
"I hope not, too." Stiles finishes setting up and nods to Scott. "All right. All you." He sits the microphone in front of Scott. He clears his throat, takes a deep breath, presses the button and... Howls?
"Was that okay?" Scott asks once he's done making ears bleed. "I mean, that was a howl, right?"
"l- yeah, technically." Stiles tries.
"It was awful." Y/n shakes her head.
"Well, what did it sound like to you?" Scott asks.
"Like a cat being choked to death, Scott."
"It sounded like a million nails scratching against a mile long black board." Y/n grimaces.
"What do I do? How am I supposed to do this?"
"Hey, hey." Stiles goes around to stand behind Scott and grip his shoulders encouragingly. "Listen to me. You're calling the Alpha. All right? Be a man. Be a werewolf, not a teen wolf. Be a werewolf." Scott nods and Stiles backs up. Scott takes a deep breath, a determined look on his face. His eyes glow, he presses the button and HOWLS.
"I'm gonna kill all three of you." Derek threatens the teens when they got back outside. "What the hell was that? What are you trying to do, attract the entire state to the school?"
"Sorry. I didn't know it would be that loud." Scott apologized.
"Yeah, it was loud. And it was awesome." Stiles said the last word in a sing song voice. Y/n snorted a laugh at him.
"Shut up."
"Don't be such a sour wolf."
Y/n smiles at the joke and her eyes wander over to Derek's car but the smile fades. "Where's Alan?"
"What?" Derek looks back and finds that Alan is indeed missing, the door left open. "I didn't do anything." He looks back at her. A sudden growl rips through the air and Derek coughs up blood. He gets lifted in the air by the Alpha lifting him with his claws in Derek's back.
"Shit! Go, go, go!" Y/n shoves the boys into gear and they sprint to the school. They burst through the doors and quickly close them, hiding under the windows.
~~~
Published: 12/23/20
Edited: 4/12/22