Beacon Hills High School
Stiles, Sean, and Scott headed straight to the locker rooms during the first period. "I'm serious," Scott said. "This isn't like the last full moon. I don't feel the same."
"Does that include the urge to kill and maim people like me?" Stiles asked, glancing back and forth between Sean and Scott.
Sean raised his hand. "I'm not a threat to anyone."
Scott and Stiles stared at him in silence for a long moment.
Sean quickly corrected himself. "I mean... I'm not a threat to anyone who doesn't threaten me."
Stiles sighed. "Look, you guys say that now, but once the full moon rises, it's all fangs, claws, howling, screaming, and running around, okay? And it stresses me out. So yes, I'm locking you up."
"Fine," Scott said. "But I really feel calmer now. And things with Allison are going great."
"Same here, I feel good," Sean added. "Actually, I was pretty calm during the last full moon, too..."
Stiles and Scott looked at Sean simultaneously. This time, Sean stayed completely silent.
"Anyway," Sean broke the silence. "Did you bring anything better than handcuffs?"
"Aha! You bet I did!" Stiles said, yanking open a locker door. A heavy chain clattered to the floor, followed by what seemed like an endless coil of steel.
Just then, Coach Finstock walked in, alerted by the noise. He looked at the trio with a bizarre expression. "One part of me wants to ask. The other part is telling me that knowing the answer would be more disturbing than I can imagine. So... I'm going to say nothing."
"Good choice, Coach. I support you," Stiles said, giving him an approving thumbs-up.
As Sean, Stiles, and Scott leaned down to gather the chains, Sean suddenly snapped his head toward a specific spot. Scott mirrored him, his head turning rhythmically as he scanned the area.
"What is it?" Stiles asked.
"There's someone else here. Like us. A werewolf," Scott said, glancing at Sean. Sean nodded in confirmation.
"Dammit... I'm really never going to have a normal high school life, am I?" Stiles muttered. Sean chuckled and patted him on the shoulder.
After they finished changing, the three of them sat in the bleachers. "I have an idea on how to find him," Scott said.
"What's the plan?" Stiles asked.
"You'll see in a minute. Sean... by the way, are you playing?"
Sean, who had been scanning the crowd for the werewolf, looked down at Scott. "No. I'm not interested."
Stiles and Scott sighed. Sean really didn't have a taste for these kinds of sports.
The two of them stood up and joined the line. "Scott, get in goal!" Coach Finstock barked.
Scott nodded and took his position. With every whistle, he lunged out of the crease, aggressively stripping the ball from whoever attacked.
One, two, three players went down... until finally, a low growl came from the player standing in front of Stiles. Stiles immediately looked over at Sean in the stands.
Sean gave a firm nod. They had found their werewolf.
As the whistle blew, Scott and the new werewolf charged. They collided shoulder-to-shoulder, the impact sending a jolt through both of them.
Their eyes flashed golden as they stared each other down. "Hey. Don't tell them," Isaac hissed, cutting his eyes toward Sheriff Noah, who was walking toward them.
Scott stayed silent as the Sheriff reached them and took Isaac into custody.
As Scott and Stiles talked among themselves, Sean joined them.
"He could be in a holding cell for twenty-four hours," Stiles noted. "That means through the full moon."
"How long can those iron bars hold him?" Scott asked.
"Honestly? They can hold a human. But a werewolf... not a chance."
Sean chimed in, his voice calm but serious. "He's being affected by the moon already. I can smell the scent of blood on him. He won't be able to control the shift."
The school bell rang, and students began to disperse. Sean, Stiles, and Scott headed to their next class. As they took their seats, Scott whispered, "Why did Derek pick Isaac?"
Stiles sighed. "Peter told me that if the bite doesn't turn you, it kills you. Maybe teenagers have a better chance of survival."
"He won't actually be arrested just because he's a teenager, right?" Scott asked.
Stiles thought for a second. "Not unless they have evidence or a witness. Wait a minute..." He turned around abruptly to face Danny. "Hey Danny, where's Jackson?"
"In the principal's office talking to your dad," Danny replied.
"Why?"
"Because Isaac's house is right across the street from Jackson's."
Sean leaned in. "I think we need to get to the principal's office, and I know exactly how."
"How?" Scott asked.
Sean crumpled up a piece of paper and flicked it right at the teacher's head.
The chemistry teacher spun around in a rage. "Who threw that?!" he yelled.
Sean, Stiles, and Scott all pointed at each other. Within minutes, all three were sent to the principal's office.
As Sean approached the office, a familiar scent hit his nose. He dismissed it for a moment and began to listen in. After Jackson finished talking with Sheriff Noah, they both stepped out.
At that moment, Gerard Argent walked out of the door and looked at the trio. "Hey, boys. Come on in."
Once inside, Sean remained standing, leaning against the door while Stiles and Scott sat down. Sean stared at Gerard. A thousand thoughts raced through his mind. Should I kill him right here? How should I tear him apart?
He forced himself to calm down before his bloodlust could radiate from his body.
"Sean McCall. Academically strong," Gerard began. He turned his gaze. "Scott McCall. Your grades are poor, but I hear you're quite the star athlete." He turned to Stiles. "Stiles Stilinski. Perfect grades. Extracurricular activities... almost zero."
Behind his back, Sean's claws began to extend. He was itching to kill this old man standing so calmly in front of him. Just as he was about to move, Gerard spoke again.
"Listen, boys. Yes, I'm your principal, but I don't want you to hate me or see me as an enemy. So, I'm going to let one of you off the hook but the other must stay behind and serve the detention."
Sean and Scott looked at Stiles at the same time...
After Sean and Scott left the office, they ran out of the building just in time to see Sheriff Noah driving Isaac away.
As they were about to turn back, Derek pulled up in front of the school. "Get in."
Scott hesitated at first but eventually nodded and approached the car. As he opened the door to get in, Sean leaned toward the window.
"Derek," Sean said coldly. "If one of your werewolves hurts anyone close to me... we're going to have a problem. Scott, go with him. I have other plans."
As Scott and Derek drove off, Sean headed toward the woods. It looked like he intended to spend this night in his usual spot in the forest.
Time had passed, and by evening, Stiles's detention was finally over. He quickly called Allison to get an update on the situation, then touched base with Scott and Derek. He tried reaching Sean multiple times, but after getting no response, he gave up and simply texted him the plan.
Derek and Stiles arrived at the Beacon Hills Sheriff's Station. Derek walked in first, striking up a conversation with the woman at the front desk to create a distraction. Moments later, Stiles slipped inside, stealthily making his way toward the holding cells.
As he moved through the corridor, he was met by a deputy with a leg injury. Stiles looked at the box the man was holding; the moment he saw the syringe, he realized this was the person Allison had warned him about on the phone. Before he could make a run for it, the man lunged and grabbed him. Just as the needle was inches from Stiles's neck, the man suddenly collapsed.
Stiles fell to the floor, gasping. The pressure from behind him had vanished. When he turned his head, he saw Sean standing there with a calm, cold expression, his fingers having literally pierced through the back of the man's skull.
Stiles: "Sean? You're here. But..." He looked at the body, horrified and confused.
Sean tossed the dead deputy against the wall like a piece of trash. "I got your message. I wasn't going to come, but I had a feeling I'd have to save your ass. Looks like I was right." He let out a small, dark chuckle.
Stiles: "I'm never going to hear the end of this, am I? Dammit." He tried to mask his extreme stress with a joke. Suddenly, his eyes widened as he saw Isaac fully transformed standing behind Sean. "Watch out, Sean!" he screamed.
Isaac charged at Sean with feral rage. Stiles caught a glimpse of Sean's face; he was smirking with pure disdain. He didn't even bother to take his hands out of his pockets.
Shadows erupted from beneath Sean's feet, spreading across the floor like ink before coiling upward into solid, spectral chains. They lashed out, binding Isaac's arms and legs mid-air. As Isaac's claws stopped inches from Sean's face, Sean finally raised a hand.
His eyes began to change. While his pupils turned a piercing gold, the whites of his eyes were completely swallowed by shadows. It looked like a swirling vortex of darkness was spinning within his gaze.
Sean grabbed Isaac by the head, his grip tightening. Just as he was about to crush him, Derek's voice thundered through the hallway "Stop!"
Derek stood there, his eyes glowing a brilliant, alpha red. Sean looked at Isaac, pulled his palm back, and casually flicked the boy's forehead with a single finger. The sheer force of the flick sent Isaac flying back against the wall.
Derek stepped forward and let out a powerful Alpha roar directed at Isaac. The roar forced Isaac out of his transformation. Drenched in sweat and trembling, Isaac looked at Sean with primal terror, then turned his gaze toward Derek.
Stiles (in shock) "How did you do that?" he asked Derek.
Derek smiling "I'm an Alpha."
Suddenly, Sean's head snapped up as if sensing something far away. Without a word, he vanished into the shadows, leaving the trio behind.
Moments after Sean disappeared, Stiles heard his father approaching. The Sheriff took Isaac and Stiles into custody, while Derek slipped away into the night.
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