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Bad Moon Rising

 

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Spoiler: poor alpha :((

Scott was staring at the ceiling of his bedroom, his body wrapped in his duvet as he yawned. That was one of the best nights of sleep he had gotten. It was strange for him but then again he expected everything to go back to normal soon. Nothing abnormal had happened in Beacon Hills since the situation with the Alpha pack and the whole 'teacher was a Druid who sacrificed virgins' incident. Nothing stayed normal for long, not in this town, and Scott was no stranger to that but even then - he loved the few moments he'd get to himself. He did love his friends and the idea of the pack being a family, but he also cherished the moments he'd get alone before he would go back to being the answer to everyone's problems. Being a True Alpha was difficult, but being the heart of his group of friends seemed harder. He had to sometimes suppress his own emotions to solve the conflicts within the pack, and him and Allison weren't budging from the 'friends' phase. That was the hardest thing of all. And now school was starting in less than an hour and he had barely gotten up. 'But maybe I don't want to get up. Maybe this is a sign. Maybe I should call in sick.' he thought to himself, but that little moment to himself didn't last long. But then again, nothing did when his mother was around. Melissa swung the door open and headed straight for the curtains, pushing them apart as she turned back around to face her son, "Come on Scott, first day back. You can't be like this."
"Why not?" he groaned, the sunlight bothering his eyes to the extent that he got up and dragged the pillow from beneath him, burying his face in it as he fell back onto the mattress. He could almost hear his mother rolling her eyes as she sauntered back over to the doorway. "Because you know that you actually want to go back. You're excited right? To see you friends? To back to Lacrosse?" she asked. Uncovering his face to meet her gaze, he delivered a blank expression. Did she understand? Scott often gave the impression that he came to socialise but he did try in school, he just never got anywhere. "It's school, mom. You know, we get homework, I fail some classes and you always end up giving me a pep talk later on that never helps?"
"Scott- just get up. Stiles will be at school." his mother mentioned, plastering on a small smile. Stiles. His brother-like best friend, a member of the pack, a human, thank God. Stiles was the only normal thing in his life, well- almost normal. Apart from having knowledge of a lot of the supernatural activity in the town, and being part of it, Stiles himself had a very unique personality.

"I saw Stiles yesterday, mom. But fine." he chortled, rising from his bed to open his closet and find some clean clothes to wear on the first day back.
"Well, what about Allison? Aren't you glad to see her again?" For the mother of a werewolf, his mother was still trying to put some of the normal he wanted into his life, maybe she could sense that that's what he wanted at times. He owed a lot to the bite, it gave him everything he has now, these friends he'd thought he'd never make, lacrosse, and even a past relationship with Allison. Derek had always been right; the bite was a gift.
"Mom," he spoke softly before turning around, "I saw her a few days ago." he informed. Melissa McCall seemed surprised and suddenly grew that 'interested in my son's love life' expression so Scott attempted to save himself and head for the shower with his picked attire for the day. "Oh, and what's happening with you and Allison these days?" she asked. Oh, how he regretted mentioning anything at that moment.
"Nothing." he replied, allowing a sigh to escape his lips as he could hear his mother's soft footsteps, she was hot on his tail as he made his way to the bathroom. "We're friends. I mean, it's not weird to see eachother a lot during vacation. We're a pack. Everyone's like that. I saw Lydia like two days ago, Isaac came by last night too." he attempted to get her off his back but all she did was nod and mention something about making breakfast for him before he left. It was going to be a long day, and despite his earlier thoughts and the points made to his mother about seeing his friends regularly anyway, he couldn't wait to be with them again and to just have lunch. But what he dreaded? The classes before and after.​

 

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Stiles Stilinski

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Stiles yelled for his father from his sleep - his body jolted continuously. "Dad?!" He repeated, but with each call came increased desperation.
"Stiles, Stiles where are you?!" Responded Sheriff Stilinski. He irrupted into the room and clutched his child. "Stiles wake up, listen to me, I'm here." Stiles' eyes shot open at the realisation of his father's voice and at the sight of him, gripped onto his shirt. The bed was damp from the overflow of tears.
"Did it happen again?" His father enquired.
Stiles did not reply with words, but with nods and splutters. "Well, I'm here, I'm alright. Nothing happened to me then and you can be damn sure it won't happen to me now," assuring him. After the meet with Jennifer Blake and attempted sacrifice of his father, Stiles had begun a spiral of declining mental health and an influx of nightmares whenever he slumbered. They were consistent in what took place during them and left Stiles: tormented, with perpetual worries.
Noah believed it to be PTSD as Stiles losing his father could be too much to handle.
"Why is this happening," Stiles struggled to articulate between each sniffle.
"I don't know, but we'll get through it."
"I just don't want to lose you."
Noah released Stiles from his grasp, arising from the bed he sighed, "You shouldn't go to school today Stiles." Stiles started to speak, but Noah cut him off and continued talking. "Because you can have a day or two off to recover. I don't want you having a panic attack during school."
Stiles brushed a tear with his sleeve, "Dad I'm okay. Leaving me alone is probably worse. At least I'll have someone to control me if I'm with Scott or Lydia."
"Fine, but if you need anything, call me." Sheriff Stilinski demanded, pointing a finger at his son. Stiles acknowledged his father's wish with a smile, but other than that did not respond.
Noah was still figuring out how to cope with a supernatural presence in Beacon Hills. He had worn himself out by working on cases that looked impossible, but the answer was something he could not have even speculated. His sons best friend was a 'True Alpha', they connected a member of the Argent family (Kate) with the Hale house fire, Jackson was a 'Kanima'; which is something Noah decided to not try to comprehend. It was ludicrous. What he wanted for Stiles, was for him to lead a normal life. Without Stiles' mother, the two scraped through life. She was what held the family together and provided happiness for Stiles'. Noah knew guilt clouded his son and blamed himself for his mother's death, notwithstanding reassurance, Stiles' believed he was part of the reason Claudia died. The Sheriff placed himself in dangerous positions, he did not need his only child to be risking his life.
As for Stiles, the nightmare that plagued his subconscious included the Nemeton. The Nemeton was a sacred space used by Druids. Its location was unknown to the pack until him, Scott and Allison performed a druid ritual after the Darach (Jennifer Blake) kidnapped their parents. Ever since this occurrence, Stiles could not shake the feeling that something was now off. Whereas in reality, they saved their parents, Stiles could not locate his father and assumed him to be dead. Despite it being a terrifying thought, Stiles considered the possibility that this was a sign of things to come. Using the Nemeton was dangerous - the three knew this - and due to its power, there must be some less than pleasant side effects. Whether his friends were experiencing anything similar was yet to be determined. Part of him wanted there to be a supernatural reasoning for it, the adrenaline kept him alive and allowed for enjoyment. 'Enjoyment' would be a loose term for the situations that they have experienced. What had happened drew them closer, and Stiles did not wish to lose the bond he developed with the others - especially Lydia. Before Scott was bitten, Lydia Martin did not have the slightest idea of who Stiles Stilinski is, now she kissed him to help stop a panic attack. Howbeit, at the same time, he wanted this to be PTSD. A diagnosable mental disorder that had a rational explanation and did not leave them in the dark with the chance of being murdered; either way, he did not win.
Staring into the mirror, Stiles scanned his outfit. I'm alright, Scott can figure this out. We can figure this out. He picked up his bag and placed it on his shoulder, letting it hang loosely. Producing an exhausted sigh, Stiles exited his bedroom, and announced, "I'm going now!"
"Remember, call me! His father yelled.

Location > Stilinski Household

Mood > Anxious

Interaction > Noah Stilinski

Allison Argent

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Allison grunted as another arrow flew adrift and recoiled off the wall. Her father entered the armory, rubbing his hands with a tattered cloth. Allison noticed him and offered a faint smile. Chris returned it and closed the door, "Up early."
"I could say the same to you," she countered.
"I'm just fixing some things. You have school today so I hoped my daughter would get enough sleep."
She slipped the bow from her fingers and placed it on the desk, "Maybe I wanted practice before school."
"By that shot, you seem to need it," her father smirked. Allison folded her arms, she leaned against a cabinet beside her. The cabinet emitted a metal squeak. Chris ignored it and moved his eyes to his daughter. He had been watching his daughter intently for the past few days. Her aim was becoming unsteady and her hand jittery; the natural protege was regressing to an untrained amateur. "Although if you want to train, I'd prefer you don't do it in the armory," Chris scolded, "But I suggest you lay off it. The stress of everything that's happened; Kate, your mother, and me being kidnapped, it's affecting you, Allison. Besides, you have me and your friends for help. You need a normal life."
"I can protect myself, dad."
There it was, the statement that Allison loved to assert. After she saw Derek Hale transformed into a Werewolf for the first time, she detested the weakening feeling she experienced that night. Her late aunt influenced the belief that others saw her as a scared girl and did not want her involved in such hazardous matters, on the contrary, they knew her to be more than capable - people were just protective about her. After said ordeal, Allison wanted to authenticate that she could take care herself and handle what supernatural creature Beacon Hills introduced next.
"I know you can, I just think you need a break. Have some time with your friends, have fun. Hang out with Scott." Silence fell through the confined room as Allison stared off into space for a long moment. She opened her mouth and it seemed as if she wanted to speak but words were not being processed. Acquiring her archery precision was her aim, although, just as strong were the thoughts of Scott, and Allison tried to push them aside but never prevailed. Regret was all she felt when she heard the name 'Scott'. She did not want to break up with him, but it was the correct decision. They needed time apart, time to repair and recover - maybe find someone new. Allison always winced at this thought, it was clear Allison still held feelings for Scott. Nevertheless, it was in her best interest to move on.
"I shouldn't have mentioned him, I'm sorry." Her father uttered.
"It's f-" Allison started, before stopping herself; she closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath. "It's fine. Yea, we should hang out at some point. I don't know when, but we should."
Chris stepped forward and put his grubby hand on her shoulder, "You're strong Allison. If you can survive an Alpha pack then you can survive anything. Now, go get ready for school." Allison planted a kiss on her father's cheek and picked up her bow before heading to her room. Entering her room, Allison slumped onto the bed, waiting for her clothes to produce an outfit to wear. A couple minutes passed in silence and Allison realised it was not going to happen. She brushed a strand of hair away from her face and started to select clothes from the wardrobe. Allison took a fast shower and put on the outfit. After taking two minutes to walk through the apartment and make sure she was not missing anything, she stuffed her school equipment into her handbag and attached her earrings to her ears.
"Could you take me to school today?" Allison called out.
"Give me one second." Chris responded, his voice thin and strained. He exited his bedroom, "The stupid radiator won't start." Her father rubbed his sweat covered forehead and proceeded to fumble in his pocket until he retrieved the apartment and car keys. "Right, come on." He slipped the key into the lock and opened the apartment door. The two exited the apartment and headed to the elevator that rested next to their apartment. Allison and her father took this elevator for granted as it prevented them from begrudgingly walking down an unbearable flight of stairs.

Location > Argent Apartment

Mood > Tired

Interaction > Chris Argent

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Spoiler: ooft, Daniel Sherman's 32?

Isaac ambled down the stairs of Scott's house, his hands clutching onto is backpack as his eyes scanned the walls, falling onto the several family portraits lining the beige wallpaper. He felt more at home now, after Derek had ousted out the Beta werewolf, Scott was the first person he had turned to. Isaac was lucky that his friend and Melissa, Scott's mother, decided to take him in. Even though he was settling in, he could not take his mind off his old room in the loft. How could he even explain the amount of hurt he felt when Derek began making excuses just so Isaac could leave his place? Derek was his informal guardian, the boy believed that he had finally found a rational and stable role model - apart from the fact that Derek Hale was a former Alpha werewolf who had bit Isaac and would not hesitate to hurt any possible threat. It was just odd, it was like returning to the home he never knew he had when he first moved in. There was no freezer to be temporarily imprisoned in either. Isaac and Derek didn't really discuss the situation, he was not requested to move back in either, then again there was no need now that the orphan had the McCall household. But he would never really forget the place he called 'home', whether it was for a short time or not. "Isaac? Oh good, you're up. I was just about to call you down for breakfast." Swivelling his whole body around quickly, the blonde boy found his current guardian at the very top of the stairs, already in her lavender nurse's uniform.
"Breakfast?" he mumbled, mostly to himself. Of course, he had forgotten how Scott's mother was almost big on feeding when it came to going back to school. "No thanks, Mrs McCall." he practically grinned from one ear to another as he reassured her, following her into the kitchen as she passed him. "I'm not really hungry, I'll probably just eat at lunch."

"What is it with you kids. I mean I get it, you're two supernatural boys and a full breakfast wouldn't have any affect on you either way. I mean, you're both amazing at lacrosse. Stiles too, I guess." She huffed, standing on the tip of her toes and using the counter tops for support to reach for the flour on the top shelf of the cupboard, "But you know, you're still my boys. It'll be nice." she sighed, quite happily. Isaac had no idea what to really say. It was unnecessary to cook up a storm every few days, she had the choice to sleep in and allow Scott and Isaac to just prepare cornflakes for themselves. However, Isaac appreciated how she was constantly concerned with the boys' health and welfare, she was selfless and protective - exactly what a mother should be. Raising his hands up to his chest, he urged her to not go to any trouble, "Really, it's fine, Mrs McCall." he insisted. Suddenly, a new voice entered the kitchen, Isaac's nose picked up the scent of soap and light aftershave. Scott hastened around the kitchen, sliding past Isaac and his mother to approach the fruit bowl and pick up two green apples, he passed one to Isaac, the blonde caught the fruit with both hands, wearing an awkward expression as he flicked his gaze back onto Melissa. "Come on, Isaac. We're going to be late!" the dark-haired boy informed, slinging his backpack over his shoulder as he bit into his apple.
"But Scott, you still have a good half hour left. And you've got that motorcycle of yours, you two don't need to walk." Isaac could sense the slight disappointment in Melissa's voice as he then diverted his gaze to Scott who wore an apologetic expression. "Mom, I promise, we'll do dinner." And after receiving a brief nod by his mother, Scott took off calling back for Isaac to hurry up. The Beta gave his guardian an apology for the situation and also commented on how he couldn't wait for dinner before following Scott outside to have the frosty blow of the wind play with his hair and skim past his ears.​