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Lacrosse Practice -

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Chapter Two
🐺 Second Chance At First Line 🐺

Amara sat at the top of the bleachers with her arms crossed and a bored expression on her face. She wanted to go home but she has to make sure her best friend doesn't lose control during lacrosse practice.

Scott, gazing off with far too many thoughts swirling in his head, doesn't notice the other players backing up behind him. "McCall, let's go!" Coach yelled making Scott pay attention, realizing he's at the head of the line. Coach tosses the ball. Scott goes for the shot. But Jackson comes at him with a volley of slap checks, "Still want to be first line, McCall?"

Gritting his teeth in anger, Scott looks up to reveal his brown eyes are rapidly brightening to yellow. Amara cautiously stood up as she can hear Scott's heavy breath and rapid heart beat while Coach walked over to Scott. "McCall, my grandmother can move faster than that and she's dead! Can you move faster than the lifeless corpse of my dead

"Yes, Coach." Scott said lowly and Coach raised his eyebrows, "I can't hear you." He said. "Yes, Coach!" Scott said louder, "Then do it again!" Coach said and Scott went back to the start of the line. Stiles looked at him worriedly before looking over at the bleachers at Amara who was watching Scott, waiting for something to happen. The whistle blows and Scott shoots forward again as Coach tosses the ball to him.

An oblivious Jackson goes for a cross check, heading for Scott with his stick horizontal even as the smaller boy
hurtles toward him with ferocious speed. They collide like two goats locking horns. Both go down, Jackson yelling as he hits the ground. The sickening sound of bone dislodging from socket sends a cringe through Coach. While everyone else runs over to check on Jackson, Stiles hurries to Scott's side.

"Are you okay?" Stiles asks but Scott won't lift his head, won't reveal his face to Stiles underneath the helmet. "Scott?" His head tilts up to reveal the sharpened teeth jutting out from his lower jaw. "It's happening. I can't control it. It's happening."

Suddenly Amara runs up behind them and roughly grabs Scott by the back of his shoulder pad, "Come on, get up." She said before pulling him in the direction of the locker rooms making sure he kept his head down while Stiles follows behind.

The door to the darkened locker room clangs open, Amara dragging a hunched over Scott inside. Stiles moves to go over to Scott but Amara grabs his arm and pulls him back behind her. "Get back." Scott groans but Amara didn't budge, "Scott, you need to focus on your breathing and gaining your control back. You can't shift here." She said.

"Get away from me." His voice comes out with a frighteningly demonic rasp, head snapping around as if to rip out the other boy's throat. Amara took a couple steps back, still keeping Stiles behind her. Stiles
gladly retreats back, almost stumbling over his own feet at the sight of Scott's eyes. The sounds coming from him are painful, animalistic and frighteningly aggressive.

Turning back, Scott doubles over in pain. He tears off his lacrosse gloves to reveal his sharpened claws. Stiles keeps stepping away in fear, accidentally backing into a fire extinguisher against the wall. The clang if metal causes Scott to whip his head around. But it's no longer Scott under that helmet or behind those rage filled yellow eyes.

He hurtles toward Stiles, rounding the corner of the lockers, jumping onto the wood bench and up but Amara shoots out and grabs Scott by his collar and roughly slams him into the wall making him growl at her. He tried to fight against her but isn't strong enough and her eyes flashed her golden yellow-fiery red.

He snaps at her but then all the sudden they're both blasted by a dry power. Amara pulled away covering her face before looking at her black clothes that were now covered in a white powder making her look at Stiles, who was holding a fire extinguisher, with a sigh and slight glare.

"Stiles?" Scott asks making Stiles and Amara look back at Scott on the floor, chest heaving with each difficult breath. He pulls the helmet off to reveal he's back to normal. Face drenched with sweat. "What happened?" He asked and Stiles sighed, "You tried to kill us. It's like I told you. It's the anger, your pulse rising. They're all triggers."

"But that's lacrosse. It's a pretty violent game if you hadn't noticed." Scott said and Amara sighed and shook her head, "Scott, I've been through all this before. It will be lot more violent if you end up killing someone." Amara said and Stiles nodded in agreement, "Scott, you can't play Saturday. You have to get out of the game." He said.

"But I'm first line."

"Not anymore."

🐺

In the morning, the Hale property is now a crime scene. Handcuffed, Derek is led into a police car by a Deputy while Scott looks on by Stiles’s jeep. He glanced around slightly before his eyes widened when he saw Stiles walking over to the police car.

Stiles glanced over at Scott who was rapidly shaking his head, Stiles ignored him as he quickly got into the passenger seat of the car. "Oh, God." Scott whispered to himself as he quickly turned around to act like he didn't see anything.

"Scott." Someone said making Scott turn around to see Makena walking over to him with her arms cross making his eyes widen. "Does Amara know about your guy's plan to get her cousin arrested?" Makena said and Scott glanced around slightly. "Uh..." He said awkwardly making her sigh.

"I know you're only doing this because Derek threatened you to not play the game tonight." Makena said and Scott went to say something but Makena held her hand up to stop. "I already know that you're gonna say that you did it because you think Derek killed that girl but we both know that's not the real reason. But I'm gonna tell you now that Derek didn't kill that girl." Makena said making Scott look at her shocked.

"How do you know?" Scott asked and Makena sighed, "Because I'm the one who buried her and did the wolfsbane ritual that the two of you ruined." She said making Scott's eyes widen before she pointed. "And you're not going to tell the Sheriff about that, understood?" She asked and Scott instantly nodded, "Okay, but listen. Derek is the last competent family Amara has on her dad's side. Don't ruin that." Makena said before walking away from Scott.

Back at the police car Stilinski walked over and yanked his son out before pulling him over to the front of the car. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Stilinski questioned, "Just trying to help." Stiles answered and his father nodded.

"How about you help me understand
exactly how you came across this?" He asked and Stiles shrugged, "We were looking for Scott's inhaler." Stiles said, not thinking before he spoke. "Which he dropped when?" Stilinski asked, "The other night." Stiles said making his father raised his eyebrows.

"The other night when you came out to look for the first half of the body?" He asked and Stiles nodded, "Yes." He said. "The night when you told me you were
out alone and Scott was home?" Stilinski asked and Stiles nodded again and answered without thinking.

"Yes." Stiles said before he realized what he just admitted, "No. Crap." He muttered and his father nodded slightly. "So you lied to me?" He asked and Stiles pursed his lips, "That depends on how you define lying." Stiles said and Stilinski raised his eyebrows and crossed his arm, "I define it as not telling the truth. How do you define it?" He asked.

"Reclining your body in a horizontal
position?" Stiles said slowly making his father sigh, "Get the hell out of here." He said and Stiles nodded. "Absolutely." He said before walking over to the jeep.

"I can't find anything about wolfsbane being used for burial." Scott said as he looked at his phone while Stiles drove through the woods. "Just keep looking. Maybe it's like a ritual or something? Like, maybe they bury you as a wolf. Or, maybe it's like a special skill, you know? Like, something you have to learn?" Stiles suggested and Scott sighed.

"I'll put it on my "To Do" list, right underneath "figuring out how the hell I'm playing this game tonight." Scott said and Stiles furrowed his brows, not listening to what Scott said, "Maybe it's different for girl Werewolves. You think Amara can turn into a wolf?" He asked.

"Okay, stop it!" Scott said irritably making Stiles glance at him confused, "Stop what?" He asked. "Stop saying "Werewolves!" Stop enjoying this so much!" Scott said and Stiles looked at him worriedly, "Are you okay?" He asked.

"No! No, I'm not. I'm so far from being okay." Scott said, looking like he was in pain, "You know, you're gonna have to accept this, Scott. Sooner or later." Stiles said and Scott shook his head. "I can't." He said and Stiles shrugged slightly, "Well, you're gonna have to-" He said but Scott cut him off.

"No! I can't breathe..." He said while loudly groaning in pain making Stiles jump slightly, "Ahhh! AHH, pull over!" Scott groaned. "Why? What's happening?" Stiles asked, alarmed and Scott looked at Stiles bag before opening it and pulling out the wolfsbane twine they found last night that was circling the grave.

"You kept it?!" Scott asked incredulously and Stiles' eyes widened, "What was I supposed to do with it?" He asked and Scott groaned in pain. "Stop the car!" He yelled as his eyes flashed a golden yellow making Stiles' eyes widened.

He quickly pulled over and grabbed his backpack before jumping out of the jeep and throwing the backpack as far as he could. "Okay. Okay, we're good, you can-" Stiles said as he turned around only to pause when he saw the jeep completely empty. No sign of Scott at all.

"Scott? Scott???"

🐺

Amara walked up to the player bench and smacked the back of Stiles' head. "Uh- ow!" He said as he turned to look at her, "Getting my cousin arrested? Seriously?" She asked and his eyes widened. "In my defense... It was Scott's idea." He said and she raised her eyebrows. "Really? Scott McCall had the bright idea to dig up a grave next to my the burnt remains of my cousin's old house and then proceed to get him arrested. Doesn't sound like something Scott is smart enough to do." She said and he pursed his lips, "Good point." He said.

"You know, I know who the girl was." Amara said as she sat down next to him making his eyes widen, "Who is she?" He asked. "Because you dig up to grave and got my cousin arrested, I'm gonna make you wait until they ID the body and your dad tells you." Amara said making him groan slightly.

Amara glanced back at the bleachers before freezing slightly. Sitting next to Lydia and Allison was Chris Argent... who had also noticed Amara. Amara's eyes widened slightly before she quickly turned around and looked out at the field. "No one told me that the hunter, Chris Argent was gonna be here." Amara mumbled making Stiles glance back before she hit his arm, "Don't look, dumbass." She said.

The whistle blows sending Jackson, Scott and the team charging off the bench and on to the field. Stiles remains with the other bench warmers, nervously chewing the fingers of his gloves until Amara took it away from him. Out on the field Scott walks out to take his position and pulls his helmet down and briefly closes his eyes.

Glaring at him from underneath his own helmet, Jackson walks confidently on to the field then turns his back to Scott. The Ref slowly brings the whistle to his lips and Jackson tightens his grip on his stick, teeth clenched down on his mouth guard as the whistle blows. Jackson quickly scoops up the ball before the opposing player even has a chance to blink. Scott moves fast, darting around the others, getting open for a pass as quickly as he can but Jackson tosses the ball to another teammate.

Slap checks come down hard on Beacon Hills and the ball rolls across the grass, loose for anyone to grab. Scott hurries forward to take it, but Jackson is there first, completely stealing the ball from Scott. Whipping his stick around, Jackson hurls a shot toward the opposing goal. The ball hits the net and the crowd on the bleachers cheers, shouts for Jackson erupting among them.

"That's it, Jackson! Get fired up! Fired up!" Coach yelled as Lydia whispered something to Allison. The two girls reach down and pick up a poster board raising it high above their heads. A poster that reads: We luv u Jackson!

The whistle blows again but as fast as Scott moves, the ball never seems to find its way into his pocket. He keeps trying, one play after another, never getting the ball. Standing with his gloves twisting around the stick, Scott looked like he’s about to snap it into little pieces. When the whistle blow again, he looks up, his eyes turning yellow.

At the start of the next quarter, the Ref comes walking past the players with the ball but pauses when he was about to pass Scott. Scott stood hunched-over, face masked in shadow under his helmet. "You okay, kid?" The ref asked and Scott nodded slowly nodded, the ref started to walk away, glancing back at Scott one more time.

Scott’s body seems to rise with each breath, as if he’s about to launch off the ground to attack. Unnerved, the other players take tentative steps back. Amara glanced back to see Allison reluctantly helping Lydia hold up the sign which read; JACKSON IS #1!!

"I think they should change that to number two cause Jackson is a piece of shit." Amara said making Stiles glance back before they looked over at Scott. Scott looked over at the stands to see Allison holding up the sign for Jackson and that does it for him.

Both teams prepare for the draw and strange noises can now be heard on the field. Low growling, animalistic gasps. Scott's body seems to rise with each breath, as if he's about to launch off the ground to attack. Unnerved, the other players take tentative steps back. Amara sighed softly as she and Stiles glanced at each other, "He's gonna get us killed." She said and Stiles nodded.

The Ref blows the whistle, the sound tears across the field, going off like a fire alarm in Scott's head. Jackson and the opposing Player grapple for the ball, sending it flying up into the air where Scott leaps up, snatching it with uncanny precision. He lands before charging back down the field right past Jackson. With a sudden woosh, the ball goes flying, right past the goalie and into the net.

People on the bleachers along with Stiles and Wren all shot up cheering for Scott as Coach yelled, "Pass to McCall!"

The whistle blows and Scott's off again, be moves for the ball but it's captured by the other team. Scott just looks at him and the opposing player is so freaked out he just tosses the ball to Scott making the whole crowd go quite. "Did the opposing team just deliberately pass the ball to us?" Coach asked standing behind Stiles and Amara. "I believe so, Coach." Stiles answered while Amara nodded making Coach slowly nod, "Interesting."

Charging past the other players like a lightning bolt, Scott throws the ball and the goalie twists, lacrosse stick coming up to make the catch. But the ball cuts a whole right through the net of his stick. People in the bleachers cheer as the ball hits the net and the Goalie lowers his stick to see the busted pocket. Scott backs away as Amara watched in amusement both Coaches and Stiles surround the other team's Coach, shouting and arguing with twenty seconds left on the clock.

"Goal!"

The whistle blows and both Jackson and the opposing player go for the ball which tumbles out of their grasp. Jackson slaps down trying to grab it and the ball spins into the air as Scott whips past, grabbing it right in the middle of its flight again. He charges for the goal and his eyes burn brighter, yellow tint turning to a yellow glow, the pure animal taking over. With the other players closing in on him, he falters, as if not knowing where to go.

Stiles and Amara both grip each other's arms in anticipation as everyone watched Scott. Two opposing players started to charge at him but Scott launched the ba. And despite the Goalie's desperate dive the ball hits the net causing everyone to cheer and run down to the field. "Yes! Ha, oh my god." Stiles said while Amara sighed in relief.

Stiles collapses onto the bench still a nervous wreck and Amara sat down next to him. Behind them, Stiles' dad gets off his cell phone. Stiles notices and stands back up, Amara standing up as well, "Dad? What's wrong?" Stiles asked and Stilinski held his hand up for a moment. Amara listened in on the phone call before sighing and glancing down at the ground.

"You want to know who the girl was?" She asked, looking up at Stiles who looked at her.

🐺

Stiles and Amara runs into the locker room looking for Scott and hides behind a locker when they see Scott and Allison kissing. When they pull away Allison goes to leave, "Stiles, Amara." Allison said making Stiles and Amara both wave awkwardly as she walked out.

Scott walked over to his friends with a happy smile on his face. "I kissed her." He said and they nodded, "We saw." Amara said. "She kissed me." Scott said and Stiles sniffed, "Saw that too. That's pretty good, huh?" Stiles asked and Scott shrugged slightly.

"I - I - I don't know how, but I controlled it. I pulled it back. Maybe I can do this. Maybe it's not that bad." Scott said full of hope while Stiles frowned, "Yeah, heh. We'll talk later, then." Stiles said and Amara grabbed his arm as he went to walk away to make him stop. "What?" Scott asked and Stiles and Amara glanced at each other.

"The, uh, medical examiner looked at the other half of the body we found. I'll keep it simple. Medical examiner determines killer of girl to be animal, not human. Derek's human, not animal. Derek not killer. Derek let out of jail." Stiles said rubbing the back of his neck making Scott eyes widen.

"Are you kidding?" Scott asked and Stiles sighed, "No, and here's a bigger kick in the ass. My dad I.D.'d the dead girl. Both halves. Her name was Laura Hale." He said. "Hale?" Scott asked as he looked at Amara, who nodded, "Derek's sister, my oldest cousin."