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Chapter Six
🐺 Heart Monitor 🐺

Scott carried plastic bags full of groceries into a dimly lit parking garage. But after a moment of walking the rows, he pauses. With several confused glances it becomes obvious: he can't remember where he parked.

"Damn it." He mumbled before going back to the door and going up to the fourth level. He walked around, looking from car to car before coming to a halt, still lost. He set the bags down and pulled out his mother's car keys, holding them up, clicking the lock button. He listened for a moment before hearing a distant beep from the level above him making him groan.

He went to pick up the bags again but a bottle of milk fell out and started rolling. "Oh, crap!" He mumbled before chasing after it before sighing as it rolled under a car. Before he could do anything, the bottle slowly rolled back, trailing milk behind from four small punctured holes.

Scott furrowed his brows before hearing a low growl making him slowly look up. He slowly rises to a standing position, turns and just runs for it. Pounding the pavement, he glanced back to see a dark shape hurtle from behind a parked car, loping on all fours, it's coming right for him. Scott tears around the next corner, diving into the shadows behind a car.

The garage lies silent except for his own pounding heart. He gazes down at his chest all too aware of the loud thumping. Closing his eyes, he tries to calm his breathing before getting up.

He leaps onto the hood of a car making the alarm blare before he jumps onto another car, making it's alarm turn on as well. He quickly goes from car to car, every single one's alarm going off, making the sound of his rapid heart beat.

He turned the corner and ran in between two car, taking a deep breath as all he could hear was the car alarms. That was until his phone started ringing making his eyes widen. "No. No, stop." He mumbled as he tried to quickly get his phone out of his pocket.

All of the sudden, someone grabbed his shoulders, pulling him up before slamming him down onto the car. He looked up at them wide eyed before sighing in relief when he saw it was Amara looking at him in amusement. "And now you're dead." Amara said as Derek walked up to the car with his arms crossed.

Amara jumped off the car, holding her hand out to help Scott up and Derek started walking making Amara follow him while Scott caught his breath before quickly going after them. "What? What the hell was that?" Scott asked and Amara turned around to look at him while walking backwards, "We said we were gonna teach you- We didn't say when... Or how." She said before turning back around.

"You scared the crap out of me!" Scott yelled and Derek glanced at him, "Not yet." He said making Amara laugh. "Okay, but I was fast, right?" Scott asked and Derek shook his head, "Not fast enough." He said and Scott scoffed slightly. "But-but the car alarm thing! That was smart, right?" He asked and Amara nodded and looked at him, "Yes, actually... Until your phone rang." She said.

"Yeah, but that was- I mean- Would you just stop? Please?" Scott asked and they all slowed to a stop before looking at him as he sighed, "What happened the other night- Stiles' dad almost getting hurt- that was my fault. I should have been there to do something. I need you guys to teach me how to control this." He said and Derek sighed.

"Look, Amara and I are what we are because of birth. You were bitten." Derek said and Amara raised her hand slightly, "I'm a Pyro Witch because I saw my dad burning to death." She said making Derek sigh and shake her head. "Teaching someone who was bitten takes time. I don't even know if I can teach you." He said and Scott sighed, "What do I have to do?" He asked.

"First off, you have to get rid of some distractions." Deem said before be grabbed Scott's phone and held it up to see a missed call from Allison, "You see this? This is why I caught you. You want us to teach you? Get rid of her." He said and Scott scoffed.

"What, just because of her family?" Scott asked and Derek raised his eyebrows and glanced down at the phone before suddenly throwing it at the wall. "Wait! Wait! Whoa, whoa-" Scott yelled while Amara smacked her cousin's arm, "Hey now. Phone's aren't cheep." She said as Derek turned back to Scott.

"You getting angry? That's your first lesson. You want to learn how to control this. How to shift- you do it through anger, by tapping into a primal animal rage, and you can't do that with her around!" Derek said and Scott glared at Derek. "I can get angry." Scott said and Derek shook his head, "Not angry enough! This is the only way that I can teach you." Derek said and Amara sighed and pinch the bridge of her nose.

"Now, can you stay away from her? At least until after the full moon?" Derek asked and Scott nodded slightly, "If that's what it takes." He said. "Do you want to live? Do you want to protect your friends? Yes, or no?" Derek asked and Scott nodded, "Yes. If you can teach me, I can stay away from her." He said and Amara shook her head slightly.

"This is so dramatic for no reason."

A little while later Amara walked into the house, "Oh, birth-giver! I'm home!" Amara called out. "Kitchen!" Makena said and Amara walked into the kitchen to see her mom reading over a couple files. "What are you doing?" Amara asked while grabbing a water from the fridge, "You know how I've been trying to find a cause of the fire?" Makena said and Amara nodded.

"Yeah, all we could rule it down was to the Argents. We just dont know which Argent." Amara said and Makena nodded before sighing, "I know that I usually strongly advise against being and having a fake friend... But I think you should become friends with that Argent girl. Allison." Makena said making Amara furrow her brows.

"So, Derek's telling Scott to stay away from her and now you're telling me to befriend her?" Amara asked and Makena sighed and nodded, "I think it might help us figure this out. You know, listen to what her family talks about, what she says about her family. Once we figure out a who, I can find the proof against them." Makena said and Amara sighed and gave her mom a look.

"But... I suck at talking to girls." Amara said and Makena looked at her in amusement, "I guess with this be good practice then." She said making Amara groan. "You know, you went from being a US Marshal to a bounty hunter, to a private investigator, to a Beacon Hills Deputy. You've really gone down on food chain, mom." Amara said making Makena chuckle and raise her eyebrows..

"Well you kind have to go down on the food chain when you're pregnant with and then raising the spawn of Satan." Makena said making Amara smile at her.

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Scott walked into class and Stiles looked up and saw him and instantly looked away making Scott sighed. Scott went to sit behind Stiles while Amara was already sitting next to Stiles. "You still not talking to me?" Scott asked and Stiles just ignored him, "Your dad's okay right? Amara grabbed him before be could get hurt?" Scott asked, still nothing.

"You know I feel really bad about it?" Still nothing, "Okay, what if I told you that I'm trying to figure this out? And that I went to Derek and Amara for help." Scott said. Amara watched in amusement as Stiles looked like he was mentally fighting himself before finally turning to Scott, "If I was talking to you, I'd tell you that you're an idiot for trusting Derek. But obviously I'm not talking to you." Stiles said then turned back around in his seat while Amara silently chuckled.

Amara turned to Scott and started counting down with her fingers by five and as soon as she hit one Stiles turned back around. "What did he say?" Stiles asked making Scott smile.

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Stiles, Scott and Amara walk out to the field with the boy's lacrosse equipment. At the benches, Stiles pulls out a black strap with a digital display at its center. "Put this on." He said handing to Scott who took it and looked at Stiles weird, "Isn't that one of the heart rate monitors for the track team?" He asked and Stiles nodded. "Yeah, I borrowed it." He said making Amara raised her eyebrows, "Stole it." She said.

"Temporarily misappropriated." Stiles said defensively, "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." He said the held up Coach's phone. "Isn't that Coach's phone?" Scott asked and Stiles nodded, "That... I stole." He said making Amara hummed and shake her head slightly. "Why?" Scott asked.

"All right, well, your heart rate goes up when you go wolf, right? When you're playing lacrosse, when you're with Allison, whenever you get angry... Maybe learning to control it is tied to learning to control your heart rate." Stiles explains and Scott started to grow a small smile.

"Like the Incredible Hulk?"

"Kind of like the Incredible Hulk."

"I'm the Incredible Hulk."

"Shut up and put the strap on." Stiles said and Amara chuckled and hit his shoulder, "Hey, that's what she said to me last night." She said making Scott chuckled while Stiles raided his eyebrows at her. "Where? In your dreams? Because you are so awkward to actually talk to girls." He said making her look at him offended, "So uncalled for." She mumbled.

A few minutes later Scott stands with his hands behind his back as Stiles duct tapes his wrists together. "This is not exactly how I planned to spend my free period." Scott said and Stiles moved to stand next to Amara a little ways away from Scott. Stiles picks up a lacrosse stick and glances down at his phone to look at the heart monitor, "Ready?"

"No."

"Remember. Don't get angry." Stiles drops a handful of lacrosse balls at his feet and picks up his lacrosse stick, "I'm starting to think this is a really bad-" Scott started to say but then a lacrosse ball soars right into Scott's leg making him groan.

With a slight smile, Stiles picks up another ball and tosses it. This one nails Scott in the shoulder. "Okay, that kind of hurt." Scott grunted, "Quiet. You should be thinking about your heart rate. About staying calm." Stiles says and holds up his phone to show Scott's rising heart rate.

"Okay, stay calm. Staying calm.
Staying totally calm-" Scott mumbles to himself then lacrosse ball whacks him in the knee making him groan, "Son of a bitch." Scott said. "I think aim is improving!" Stiles said as he twirls the lacrosse stick in his hands. "Wanna try?" Stiles asked and Amara pursed her lips, "Sure." She said before picking up a ball.

Stiles held out the lacrosse stick and she shook her head and waved him off. "I don't need it." She said before clearing her throat slightly, looking over at Scott as she tossed the ball back and forth in her hands. "Remind me what you said the other day at the hospital when you saw my dad." Amara said making Scott sighed, "Amara, I said I was sorry like five times. I wasn't thinking when I said it." He said and she nodded.

"I know. Still mad about it though." She said before forcefully throwing the ball at him, hitting him square in the chest. Amara laughed to herself as she and Stiles high-fived while Scott groaned and nodded, "I deserved that." He said.

Another ball flies, whacking Scott right in the stomach. He gasps for breath, doubling over. Then another shot nails him in the thigh. "All right, hold on. Just stop." Scott says but the next ball hits him right in the neck. Scott stumbles. With his hands taped behind him, he falls to his knees.

Stiles moves to pick up another ball with the lacrosse stick, but he pauses at the sound of gravelly rumbling coming towards him. A growl then a beeping sound catches his and Amara's attention. Stiles looks down at the heart rate to see the numbers climbing at an alarming speed.

"Scott?" They look up from his phone to see Scott kneeling on the grass. Both of his hands digging into the dirt, strands of torn duct tape around his wrists. He ripped the duct tape apart. "Stay back." Scott grunted and Amara cautiously pulls Stiles behind her just incase.

After a couple minutes, Stiles and Amara looked ran over to Scott who looks up, sweat dripping down his forehead. "You started to change." Amara said and Scott nodded, "From anger. But it was more than that. The angrier I got, the stronger I felt."

"Then it is anger. Which means Derek's right?" Stiles said and Scott shook his head slightly, "I can't be around Allison." Scott said making Amara furrow her brows. "Why? Just because she makes you happy?" She asked and Scott shook his head, "Because she makes me weak." Scott said as he slumps down, sitting on the grass.

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Amara walked down the hallway before stopping when she saw Allison sitting on the ground reading. Amara glanced around in a alarm, but she didnt have any choice then to walk past her. That's when she remembered what her mom said last night making her sigh softly before awkwardly walking over to Allison.

"What are you reading?" She asked making Allison jump slightly before looking up at her, "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." Amara said and Allison smiled and shook her head. "It's fine, and uh- Just stuff for a history project." Allison said and Amara raised her eyebrows as she looked at the cover of the book, "We have an assignment on The Beast of Gévaudan?" She asked making Allison look at her shocked.

"You know about the Beast of Gévaudan?" She asked and Amara nodded as she say down next to Allison, "I was cursed with a history buff of a mother. Anything weird or somewhat unexplainable, my mom knows about it and trust me- she tells me about it." Amara said and Allison chuckled nodded before clearing her throat slightly.

"You have a free period, or...?" She asked and Amara shook her, "No. I actually have chemistry right now but Harris told me mom about the rotten egg I put in his bag last semester so I'm trying to avoid him." She said making Allison laugh and furrow her brows slightly.

"That's understandable... Why did you put a rotten egg in his bag?" She asked and Amara raised her eyebrows, "Uh, because he's Mr. Harris. Why else?" She asked making Allison laugh. "So, why are you reading about the Beast of Gévaudan?" Amara asked and Allison sighed softly, "It's something my aunt told me about." She said and Amara's eyes widen.

"Your aunt...?" She asked and Allison nodded, "My aunt Kate. Apparently one of my ancestors killed the beast of Gévaudan." Allison said and Amara nodded slowly. "Oh... Cool. That's- That's fascinating..." Amara said awkwardly before cringing at herself.

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A pile of books drops down on the teacher's desk as students hurry in for the start of class. Coach Finstock glares up at them, "Let's go! Sit, sit, sit, sit. We got a lot to cover today. Let's go! Quicker!" He said as Scott, Stiles walked into the class. They take their seats as the classroom fills up and Scott looks up to see Amara and Allison walk in making Scott look at Stiles wide eyed, "Stiles, take the seat behind me."

Stiles move to take the seat but is to late as Allison sets her stuff down on it making Stiles back away and sit down in the seat he was originally in. "I haven't seen you all day." Allison whispered making Scott slightly turn his head towards her, "Uh, yeah, I've been, uh, super busy." Scott said nervously. "When are you gonna get your phone fixed? I feel like I'm totally disconnected from you. I changed lab partners, by the way." Allison said Scott raise his eyebrows.

"Oh, to who?" Scott asked making Allison chuckle, "To you, dummy!" She said. "Me? I mean, are you sure?" Scott asked suprised, "Yeah! This way, I have an excuse to bring you home and study. You don't mind, do you?" Allison asked and Scott shook his head, "I just- I don't want to bring your grade down." Scott said and she chuckled. "Well, I mean, maybe I can bring your grade up. Come to my place tonight. Eight-thirty?" She asked and he raised his eyebrows, "Tonight?" He asked and she nodded.

"Let's settle down! Let's start with a quick summary of last night's reading." Coach said and a few hands went up,
"Greenberg, put your hand down. Everyone knows you did the reading. How about, uh...McCall?" He said making Scott look up at him alarmed. "What?"

The reading." Coach said and Scott raised his eyebrows, "Last night's reading?" He asked. "No, the reading of the Gettysburg Address." Coach said sarcastically making Scott furrow his brows, "What?" He asked.

"That was sarcasm, McCall. Familiar
with the concept?" Coach asked and Scott nodded, "Very." He said glancing back at Stiles and Amara, who smiled proudly. "You do the reading or not?" Coach asked and Scott slightly shook his head, "I think I forgot."

"Okay, then. Nice work. Because it's
not like you're averaging a D in this class. You do know I can't keep you on the team with a D, McCall?" He waits patiently for Scott to respond. Everyone looks at him, some laughing. Stiles tapped Amara's desk making her look at him and he nodded to the phone under his desk that shows Scott's heart rate rising steadily.

"How about you summarize the previous night's reading? No? How about the night before? How about you summarize anything you've ever read? In your entire life." Flustered, Scott blinks up at him while Stiles and Amara watched the heart rate monitor on his phone continue to rise.

"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?Thank you, McCall. Thank you. 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."

Stiles and Amara watch with dismay at the heart rate monitor until the numbers start dropping, strangely fast. They glances over to see why, Allison had reached under Scott's desk to intertwine her fingers in his. They sit there linked while Scott's heartbeat falls to perfect calm making Stiles and Amara glance at each other in realization.

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"It's her." Stiles said as they walked out of class, "What do you mean?" Scott asked. "It's Allison. Remember what you told me about the night of the full moon? You were thinking about her. About protecting her." Stiles said and Scott nodded, "Okay."

"So remember the first lacrosse game? You said you could hear her voice out on the field." Stiles said and