Two days passed in rare peace, and now the pack was having breakfast at the pack house.
Rafael looked at Scott and said. "I’ll be heading back to San Francisco today."
Scott nodded. "Is that so? Then be careful, and don’t be a stranger."
Rafael chuckled. "I’ll be coming here every weekend, unless I’m sent on a mission sowhere far away."
Scott smiled. "Well, you’re always welco here, man. This is your ho too."
Rafael’s expression softened. "Thanks, son."
Stiles asked. "Wait, is Dad okay? I an, can he keep his job?"
Rafael smirked. "Of course. Besides, we caught a bioterrorist and that guy William Barrow, so not only will Noah keep his job, but he’s getting a dal of Valor."
Stiles grinned. "That’s great. He loves his job too much, I don’t know what he’d do if he lost it."
Isaac leaned forward. "Wait, how did you explain all the death and destruction in this town to your superiors?"
Rafael shrugged casually. "I made up so acceptable fake reports. Honestly, I think they know what’s really going on, so they didn’t ask too many questions."
After breakfast, Rafael said his goodbyes to the pack and left. Scott and the others headed to school, leaving only Derek, Peter, and Braeden behind at the ranch.
---
After school, the pack gathered at the lacrosse field for a ga.
Scott looked at Liam. "Rember, don’t use too much strength and hurt soone, okay?"
Liam eyed the opposing team. "This is going to be hard. That’s my old school, we don’t exactly get along."
Scott scanned the other players and spotted Brett from Satomi’s pack. He pointed him out to Liam. "Do you know him?"
Liam scowled. "Yeah. That’s Brett. He used to bully ."
Scott smirked. "Well, you can hit him hard if you want, he’s a werewolf, so he’ll be fine. Just don’t go too far and expose yourself to the coach and the other players."
Liam blinked. "He’s a werewolf? Can I even hurt him? Isn’t he stronger than , like you guys?"
Stiles laughed. "Nope. Didn’t I tell you? Our pack is special. We’re a lot stronger than regular werewolves, and trust , you’re definitely stronger than him."
Scott glanced at Stiles, Isaac, Aiden, and Boyd. "Alright, you guys keep an eye on Liam and make sure he doesn’t overdo it. I need to go to the clinic."
Just then, Coach Finstock walked up and overheard him. "What? McCall, aren’t you playing today?"
Scott turned to him. "Sorry, Coach. I can’t play today. I’ve got sothing important to do. But Stiles and the others have nothing to do, so they can play. And you’ll love this kid."
Scott grabbed Liam by the back of the neck and pushed him in front of Coach. "He’s good. I trained him myself. But he’s a little violent, so keep an eye on him."
Coach squinted at Liam. "Your na’s Dumbar, right?"
Liam corrected him, deadpan. "It’s Dunbar, Coach."
Coach waved him off. "That’s what I said." He turned back to Scott. "Anyway, he’s played with the team a few tis already. He’s not bad, but he’s not you, McCall. Why don’t you just play?"
Scott grinned. "Trust , he’s good now. And Stiles and the others are playing, so it won’t matter if I’m here or not."
He waved as he walked away. "See you later, Coach. Allison, you coming?"
Allison smiled and said. "Yeah!" Then she said goodbye to the girls and quickly followed Scott.
Coach Finstock watched them go and grumbled. "Damn it." Then he turned to Stiles and spotted Boyd, Isaac, and Aiden trying to sneak away.
"Lahey! Steiner! Boyd! Where do you think you’re going? Believe it or not, if you don’t play today, I’ll beat your asses! I used to wrestle in high school!"
Aiden muttered. "Damn it. Why can Scott leave but we can’t?"
Coach pointed at them. "Because he’s not as dumb as you three. He’s a straight-A student, I can’t force him to stay." Then he pointed at Stiles. "And he’s not a troublemaker like Stilinski, so I can’t blackmail him into playing either."
Stiles said. "Hey, Coach, I didn’t even try to sneak away! I’m already geared up, so don’t drag into this."
Coach gave Stiles a dramatic I’m-watching-you gesture, then turned to Isaac and the other two. "What are you waiting for, idiots? Go suit up! The ga’s about to start!"
Grumbling under their breath, Isaac, Aiden, and Boyd went to change. Coach sighed and muttered. "Now, where is Greenberg... I need to let off so steam."
---
The ga began, and with help from Stiles, Boyd, Aiden, and Isaac, Beacon Hills High was dominating. Liam was having the ti of his life, until Brett provoked him. It ended with Liam snapping Brett’s ankle.
Stiles imdiately ran over. "Liam! Are you okay?"
Liam nodded. "Yeah... I’m fine. He just got on my nerves and I used a little too much strength. I’m sorry."
Stiles glanced at Brett, who was groaning on the ground. "It’s okay. Luckily, he’s a werewolf, he’ll heal soon. But we need to get him out of here before soone starts asking questions."
Coach hurried over and asked. "Is he alright?"
Isaac, kneeling by Brett, nodded. "He’s fine, but we should take him to the hospital just in case."
Stiles jumped in. "Coach, Liam and I will take him."
Coach said. "Fine, Stilinski. He’s your problem now."
After Stiles and Liam took Brett to the locker room, Coach blew his whistle and shouted. "Alright, he’s fine! Let’s get back to the ga!"
Inside the locker room, Stiles unceremoniously dropped Brett onto the floor.
"Alright, you can heal now, nobody’s watching."
Brett winced, sitting up. Liam stood nearby, looking guilty. "I’m sorry..."
Stiles cut him off. "Don’t apologize. He provoked you. He got what he deserved."
Liam frowned. "You’re not mad?"
"Mad? Why would I be?" Stiles smirked. "You can break a few more of his bones if you want. He’ll heal eventually."
Brett’s eyes widened in panic. "Please don’t! It was just a lacrosse ga! I didn’t know Liam was part of the McCall Pack. I’m sorry!"
Stiles gave him a wicked smile. "I heard from Liam you used to bully him. I thought you were all peace and love like Satomi, but I guess not."
Brett stamred. "Liam, I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry for everything, just keep him away from , please!"
Liam tilted his head. "Why are you so scared of Stiles?"
Brett’s voice cracked. "Because he and everyone in the McCall Pack... they’re monsters and killers! You should’ve seen what they did to the hunters who caught us..."
Liam’s eyes flashed yellow. Rage boiled up, he kicked Brett so hard he crashed into the lockers.
"They told what those hunters did to werewolves. They deserved worse than what they got! And instead of being grateful to Stiles and my pack for saving you, you call them monsters?!"
Liam took a step forward, claws out, but Stiles grabbed his arm.
"Alright, that’s enough, Liam. Let’s go."
Liam backed down, his breathing slowing. His eyes returned to normal.
Then, after changing out of their gear, Stiles and Liam left the school. As they drove in Stiles’ Jeep, the silence hung for a mont before Stiles broke it.
"You really need to work on your anger issues." He said casually. "Maybe sparring with soone from the pack every day and getting your butt kicked will help."
Liam groaned. "That sounds painful... but I’ll try."
---
A warehouse, sowhere in Beacon Hills
Araya Calavera sat across from the patriarch of the Madrigal family—Ramiro Madrigal.
Ramiro spoke first, his voice low and cold. "The Deadpool is gone. I can’t collect the bounty on the McCall Pack anymore. So if you want my help to go after Victoria, I need so more benefits. According to our investigation, she’s always at the ranch or with soone from the McCall Pack. If we want to kill her, we’ll probably have to fight them all."
Araya leaned forward, eyes sharp. "Stop beating around the bush and say what you want, Ramiro. I know exactly the kind of man you are, you’re not going to let a True Alpha slip through your fingers."
Ramiro smirked. "Alright then. I want the True Alpha. Alive, of course. You and your family will help capture him."
Araya narrowed her eyes, then gave a short nod. "Fine. So, when do we strike?"
Ramiro’s smile widened. "The night of the full moon, three days from now."
Araya frowned. "The full moon? That’s reckless. You know they get stronger under it."
Ramiro chuckled. "So does my Kanima. That’s exactly why I chose the full moon."
Araya stood, smoothing her coat. "Are we attacking them at the ranch?"
Ramiro nodded. "Yes."
"Alright then." Araya said, turning for the door. "I’ll see you in three days."
She walked out of the warehouse, her heels echoing in the darkness.
To be continued... 😊
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