Est Albus Lupus- Teen Wolf

Chapter 13: Shape shifted

 Scott and Mirabella followed Stiles into the locker room for early morning lacrosse practice.
"I'm serious. It's not like the last full moon. I don't feel the same."

"Does that include the urge to maim and kill people? Like me?" Stiles asked and Scott rolled his eyes and nodded, "I swear I don't have an urge to maim and kill you."

"You know, you say that now and then the moon goes up and out come the fangs and the claws and there's howling and screaming and running and it's all just way too stressful. So, yeah. Still locking you up." Stiles rambled. "Fine. But I do think I'm more in control now. Especially since things are good with Allison."

"We're well aware of how good things are with Allison." Mirabella said, and Scott smiled,"They're really good."

"I know."

"I mean like really-"

"We get it. Now shut the hell up before I have an urge to maim and kill myself and you."She said dramatically making Scott roll his eyes before turning to Stiles. "Well, do you have something better than a pair of handcuffs this time?"

"Much better." Stiles opened his locker. But before he can reach in, heavy-duty chains begin falling out. Everyone in the locker room turns at the metallic clattering. Scott and Stiles look down at the growing pile on the floor while Mirabella covered her mouth to quiet her laugh. Coach steped next to Stiles to watch the chains continue tumbling out. Pile rising higher and higher, until finally, the last link clatters down. It was silent for a moment before coach spoke, "Part of me wants to ask. The other part says knowing will be more disturbing than anything can imagine. So I'm going to walk away now."

"Thats good. That's a wise choice coach."

 As the locker room goes back to normal, Stiles and Scott kneel to pick up the chains. But Scott pauses, drawing a sharp breath. His eyes flare briefly with a yellow glow. Sound dissipates as he scans the faces in the locker room, Jackson, Danny, everyone.

"You okay? Scott?"Mirabella  asked, crouching down.

"There's another. In here. Right now."

"Another what?"

"Another werewolf." Scott said and then looked at her, "Did Derek told you if he bit anyone recently?" He asked and she shook her head. "Nope, i told him i don't want anything to do with his betas."

 At the benches with the rest of the team preparing for practice, Scott whispers to Stiles and Mirabella. "It was kind of like a scent. But I couldn't tell who." He said.

  "Well what if you could get him one-on-one?" Stiles asked and Scott nods. Stiles glances around, eyes landing on Danny. "I think I got an idea." Stiles said before getting up and running over somewhere making Mirabella and Scott glance at each other warily. Stiles rushes over them with an armful of goalie pad and dumps them on Scott's lap. "I told Coach you're switching with Danny."

"But I hate playing goal."

"Remember the part where I said I had a plan? This is the plan." Stiles said making Scott nod while Mirabella just looked confused. "Oh...What's the plan?" Scott asked. "I seriously don't know how you survive without me."

 "Let's go! Line it up!" The team lines up for an attack drill where one long stick defender covers the goal. Pulling his helmet on, Scott starts toward the goal. But he stops when he reaches the Defender. Then, as casually as he can, he leans over and takes a deep breath in. The bewildered Defender turns to Scott. He gives the Defender an awkward smile, then steps into goal.

"Oh this is gonna be very good." Mirabella mummble to herself.

 Coach blows the whistle and tosses a ball to the first player in line. The Defender braces for the attack when Scott races right past him, slamming into the player. They both crash to the ground, lacrosse ball bouncing away. Helping the player to his feet, Scott pulls him close to take a few quick sniffs. Then with a look of disappointment, lets him go. The confused player hurries past an even more confused Coach.