— 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆；𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇
— 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾：𝖺𝗀𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇

SCOTT ENTERED THE BOYS LOCKER ROOM, FROM JUST MENDING HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH ALLISON. Walking in slowly, he took off his lacrosse gear thinking about what he just witnessed.

Stiles was walking to his own locker when he saw his friend's expression, so being the concerned friend that he was he went to see what was wrong. "Did you apologize to Allison?"

Staring off into space Scott answered, "Yeah."

"So is she giving you a second chance or..." Stiles trailed off.

"Yeah." Scott repeated again.

Getting excited for his friend, "Yeah! All right, so everything's good!" Stiles exclaimed, then began to walk away.

"No." Scott realized. Coming back, "No?" Stiles questioned.

"Remember the hunters? Her dad is one of them." Scott explained, still looking into the distance.

"Her dad?"

"Shot me..."

"Allison's father?"

"...with a crossbow." Scott finished saying.

Trying to come to terms, "Allison's fath–"

"Yes, her father!" Scott interrupted, raising his voice. Then he started going into a spiral, "Oh my God. Oh, my God..."

Seeing his friend going into a down spiral, Stiles rushed to him. "No, Scott, come on, snapback. You okay? Hey, all right. He didn't recognize you, right?" he asked.

"No, no, no, I don't think so." Scott guessed.

"Does she know about him?"

"Oh, yeah, I don't know. What if she does? This is gonna kill me, man. I can't." Scott exasperated.

The whistle for lacrosse practice then sounded throughout the locker room.

"Okay, just focus on lacrosse, okay? Here, Scott, take this. Take this and focus on lacrosse for now, okay. That's all you gotta do, yeah?" Stiles said, handing the in–shock werewolf some gear.

"Lacrosse," Scott mumbled.

"Here we go," Stiles cheered, trying to take his friend's mind off of everything that just happened.

"Try to contain your emotions, even I know you're still going to try and play tomorrow." she said with a small smile and disappeared.

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By the bleachers, outside on the lacrosse field. Aline and Derek had arrived to check up on a newly bitten wolf.

They saw Scott standing in the line–up not looking like his normal self, to them he looked distracted.

Seeing him jog up at a slow pace, they saw him get body checked by another kid which they came to know as Jackson, then he smirked and said something cocky then walked off leaving McCall on the ground.

Seeing this their coach obviously had something to say about it. As Coach taunted him, they saw the boy's eye glow an enchanting yellow.

Doing the drill over again, McCall ran at Jackson and bodychecked him hard, making the boy's shoulder dislocate. Then Scott dropped to the ground and started breathing heavily.

Stiles ran up to his friend to check on him, then after a few seconds the boys ran inside the school.

Knowing what was about to happen next, Aline started walking off towards the school.

"He's going to hurt someone if he plays in the game tomorrow." Derek stated, in a gruff voice.

Stopping in her tracks without looking back at him, Aline replied with "You don't know that. Plus I can count the many times you didn't listen when you were his age." and continued walking towards the school feeling Derek roll his eyes at her statement, because he knew she was right.

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"Come on, here we go. Sit down, you okay? Scott, you okay?" Stiles asked, seeing his friend in distress.

Scott growled at him with his flaring yellow eyes, "Get away from me!"

Seeing Scott was not in control, Stiles tried getting away from him. But Scott ended up jumping on top of the lockers cornering him like he was his prey.

Aline had just made it into the locker room and saw the beta not controlling his turn, sighing as she went in and her "gift" to move Stiles out of the way.

Scott was growling on top of the lockers seeing a new threat enter the room, jumping down off the lockers. He tried to claw at her but instead he was pushed back with a force and his back hit the wall on the other side of the room.

Aline saw Scott was disoriented for a couple of seconds so she turned to Stiles, "Grab the fire extinguisher off the wall and aim it at Scott." she ordered.

Listening to the woman he's seen a few times, he grabbed it and as he saw Scott getting back up for round 2 he sprayed the foam, turning his raging friend back into a confused one.

"Stiles? What happened?" Scott questioned.

"You tried to kill him." Aline stated plainly.

"It's like I told you before. It's the anger, it's your pulse rising. It's a trigger." Stiles added.

"But that's lacrosse. It's a pretty violent game, if you hadn't noticed." Scott said, trying to justify everything.

"You're only going to get more violent if you keep letting your anger get to you. And as I saw on the field today, if you get angry that easily when someone knocks you down, then you can't play in the game tomorrow." Aline said sadly, seeing the boys' expression.

"She's right, you can't play Saturday. You are gonna have to get out of the game." Stiles agreed.

"But I'm first line."

"I'm sorry, Scott but not until you learn control." Aline said, then walked out of the room.

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Getting home, Scott flopped on his bed and had a talk with his mother, seeing as she was coming to see him play in the game on Saturday.

After having the conversation, he got a video call from Stiles. Who greeted him with a fake gun.

Getting to the point, "What did you find out?" Scott asked.

"Well, it's bad. Jackson's got a separated shoulder." Stiles explained.

"Because of me?"

"Because he's a tool." Stiles stated.

"But is he gonna play?" Scott asked, concerned.

"Oh, they don't know yet. Now they're just counting on you for Saturday."

Sighing, Scott shook his head. Then saw Stiles leaning into his computer lens eyeing something. "What?"

As Stiles' face started pixelating, he could hear him typing something on the other end.

"It looks like what?" Scott asked, reading the screen. Then saw that his computer froze and it delayed Stiles' message.

"Come on, damn it." he muttered.

Finally the screen stopped freezing and he read the rest of the message. 'Someone's behind you.'

"What?"

Then he enlarged his own camera and saw the silhouette of the person coming towards him.

He then was pushed into the wall by none other than Derek Hale.

"I saw you on the field."

"What are you talking about?" Scott questioned, fearing for his life at the moment.

"You shifted in front of them." Derek seethed.

Appearing in the room Aline saw the scuffle. "Let the kid go Derek, no one saw anything."

"If they find out what you are, they find out about me, about all of us. And then it;s not just hunters after us, it's everyone." Derek continued on saying.

"They didn't see anything. I swear..." Scott insisted.

"Derek, get off of him. Last warning." Aline said, sternly.

"And they won't, because if you even try to play in that game on Saturday. I'm going to kill you myself." Derek stated, then was yanked off of him by Aline.

As she had just focused all of her energy on being semi-solid to remove the older wolf from the younger one. Then they both fled, leaving the McCall boy scared for his life.

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Walking through the forest to the Hale house, Aline scolded Derek on his recent "conversation" with Scott.

"Look I get that life handed you the short end of the stick, but he's just a kid. Not only that but he was also bitten, you know that bitten wolves have a harder time controlling their emotions rather than being born ones."

Derek traipsed harder into the woods, "Well, I'm not going to have my life put in danger just because he wants to play in some game."

"Have you even tried having a normal conversation with him instead of appearing in random places and scaring the living daylights out of him."

Seeing as he didn't answer Aline knew the answer to that question.

"I get it Derek, you don't want hunters on your back because of some newly bitten wolf, but at least try teaching him so he understands something about what's going on." Aline stated.

Derek stopped, then turned around to face her, "Why don't you teach him, seeing as you know almost everything that's been going on since I got here."

"Believe me I am helping, but I'm not a werewolf, you are. You are the best teacher for him at this time."

Derek stayed silent and turned back around and continued on his way through the woods.

"Teenage Derek was so much easier to talk to." Aline muttered to herself mostly.

"I heard that." Derek said from a distance.

"I meant for you to." Aline shouted.

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In the morning, Scott had just come from the coach's office trying to get out of the lacrosse game on Saturday, but everything didn't go as planned.

So he was now walking through the hallway when he spotted Allison walking down the stairs.

"Hey, busy?" she asked, with a smile on her face.

"No, no, it's just my mom. She's nothing." he said, then saw the concerned look on her face and realized his mistake.

"I mean, it's nothing. I'm never busy for you." he stammered out.

"I like the sound of that. I have to run to French class, but I wanted you to know that I'm coming to see you play tomorrow."

"You are?"

"And we're all going out afterwards. You, me, Lydia, Jackson. It's going to be great. Tell Stiles to come, too. Save me a seat at lunch. I gotta go." She said, then walked off.

Leaving Scott to himself to think about the whole situation. "Oh, God." he said to himself.

The bell rang for students to make it to their class, and Allison had stopped at her locker to grab text books but when she opened it she saw her black blazer she was wearing the night of the party.

Around the corner Derek and Aline stood to the side silently watching the girl inspect her surroundings.

Aline physically rolled her eyes, as she was now being a so-called 'creeper' like Derek was. Boy, had time really changed him.

Looking around Allison didn't see anyone in the hallways but she felt like she was being watched. The second bell had abruptly rang and spooked her. Quietly laughing to herself she grabbed her textbook and closed her locker shut, then walked to class.

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After getting out of algebra class and being scolded by Lydia Martin, Scott was at his locker. Then was a burpley pulled to the side by Stiles.

"What?"

"Come here. Tell me what they're saying." Stiles asked, as he was pointing to his father, the sheriff talking to their school principal.

Trying to listen in, Scott was interpreted by Stiles. "Can you hear them?"

"Shh."

And then Scott began to listen in on the conversation again.

"We want everyone under the age of 18 to be in their home by 9:30 p.m. We'd like to institute the curfew effective immediately." Noah said.

Scott then turned back to Stiles, "Curfew because of the body." Scott summarized.

"Unbelievable, my dad's out looking for a rabid animal while the jerk-off who actually killed the girl is just hanging out, doing whatever he wants." Stiles accused.

"You can't exactly tell your dad the truth about Derek."

"I can do something."

"Like what?"

"Like find the other half of the body." Stiles stated.

"Are you kidding?" Scott questioned, then watched his friend walk off only to turn around and see Lydia Martin introducing Allison to other lacrosse players, like she said she threatened she would.

"Where did you get that?" he questioned, abruptly.

"My jacket? It was in my locker. I think Lydia brought it back from the party. She has my combination..." Allison started to explain.

"Did she say she brought it back or did somebody give her the jacket?"

"Like who?"

"Like Derek."

"Your friend, the one with Aline?"

"He's not my friend, and as for Aline she's an acquaintance. How much did you talk to him when he drove you home?" Scott questioned, very possessively.

"Mmm, not much at all. I really just talked to Aline mostly and Derek just drove." Allison answered.

"What did you say?"

Feeling this conversation took a weird turn Allison changed the subject. "I gotta get to class. I..." she said, as she started to walk away.

"Allison.."

"No, I really have to go." and receded down the hall from the boy.

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Angrily Scott McCall rode his bike through the woods to the old Hale house to confront Derek.

Hopping off the bike and throwing his helmet on the ground he shouted, "Derek!" and threw off his backpack in the process.

"Derek!" he seethed.

Catching a scent, Scott looked around the property and saw a fresh pile of dirt on the side of the house, but before he could investigate more he felt a presence.

Turning around he saw Derek standing on the house's front porch and Aline beside him.

"Stay away from her! She doesn't know anything!" he yelled.

"Yeah? What if she does?" Derek questioned, jumping off the porch and started walking over to the boy.

"You think your little buddy Stiles can just google "Werewolves" and now you've got all the answers, is that it? You don't get it yet, Scott but I'm looking out for you. Think about what could happen. You're out on the field, the aggression takes over and you shift in front of everyone." Derek said, then bet down to grab his lacrosse stick.

"Your mom, all your friends, and when they see you–" Derek then ripped Scott's net on the lacrosse stick. "Everything falls apart." then through the stick in the air.

As Scott took his eyes off the older wolf, he caught the stick and saw that Derek had disappeared.

But he turned to see Aline still standing on the porch.

"I'm not going to let him hurt her, Scott." she said, truthfully.

"How do I know that, you're the one who is friends with him?"

"Let's just say, Allison and I go way back." she answered vaguely.

"Try to contain your emotions, even I know you're still going to try and play tomorrow." she said with a small smile and disappeared.

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