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.” Lydia can see the look of defeat in Allison’s eyes, she knows she is going to get the truth of what has been going on in Beacon Hills for the last few months, “So, why does your grandfather want to induce Scott’s heat?” she cocks her head at a slight angle as she asks, “I’m assuming this is not a good thing if you needed to warn them that your grandfather knows.”---Stiles is staring at Allison in disbelief, he’s sure the look on Jackson’s face is shocked too; when Allison and Lydia sat down at the packs table the first words spoken were by Lydia.“So werewolves huh!” then as she looked across at Jackson with her head slightly tilted, “you broke up with me to become a gay werewolf, really?”Both Allison and Lydia clearly saw how Danny, Jackson, Isaac and Scott all flicked their gaze towards Stiles before trying to look as though they hadn’t just looked to him for direction.“Allison, can I have a private word, hm?” Stiles wasn’t really asking; everyone at the table could tell.“She didn’t tell me,” Lydia stated, a touch of steel in her voice as her eyes held Stiles’ gaze, “I was able to work it out for myself; you know how capable I am Stiles.”The apparent stand-off between Stiles and Lydia was suddenly interrupted.“I think I’m gonna be sick,” Scott leapt from the table, running to the nearest toilets; Isaac jumped to from his chair to follow.“Isaac, sit!” Stiles commanded causing Isaac to flop back down on his seat with a whine, “Danny go make sure Scott is okay.” Danny rose from his seat beside Jackson and rushed after Scott.Stiles eyes never left Lydia; Lydia and Allison took in all actions of the little group around the table.Lydia’s appraising gaze returned to Stiles as the bell sounded.“Don’t jump to conclusions Lydia,” Stiles advised her, “you don’t have all the facts to make a conclusive deduction.”“So, after school you are gonna enlighten me,” Lydia rose from the table and strode to their next class.---Scott was alone, he had rushed into the boys toilets nearest the cafeteria; he was hunched over the toilet bowl in one of the cubicles puking the beef lasagne he had eaten for lunch right back up.Every meat foodstuff he ate tasted wrong.Were his cubs gonna be vegetarian or something? Gawd he hoped he wasn’t gonna be off meat until after he gave birth; he loved burgers, normally.Just the thought of a burger made his stomach heave and he was losing the rest of his lunch into the bowl.From his retching into the toilet bowl Scott didn’t hear the door opening; he didn’t hear the quiet footsteps walking up to the stall he was in.“Scott, you okay? We can’t have our co-captain out sick before the big game tomorrow.”Scott turned to see Matt Daehler standing over him, concern on his face as he frowned down at the startled form on the floor, gripping the sides of the bowl.“Matt, yeah, no, yeah I’m fine,” Scott stumbled over his words as he answered, “just something I ate, guess I should have brought lunch from home instead of relying on the kitchen here huh?” Scott feebly joked.“Yeah, I.” Matt’s reply halted as he is pulled back from Scott and finds himself standing on the other side of Danny who’s pushing him towards the door.“I’ll take care of Scott,” Danny all but growls at Matt.“Dude,” Matt’s eyes wide in shock, “since when are your eyes blue, are you wearing coloured contacts?”Danny shoves Matt through the door, closing it over behind him.Danny kneels behind Scott, rubbing his hand up and down his back; under his shirt, against his bare skin.“He was just making sure I was okay,” Scott says.“I.” Danny isn’t sure why he acted so hostilely to Matt, he’s on the lacrosse team, and sort-of a friend; but Matt being so close to Scott, it just didn’t seem right to him, “I just felt he should not be so close to you, he’s.he’s not one of us, you know; Stiles sent me to make sure you were okay, and I just felt he was a threat, standing over you like that.” Danny wonders if it’s something instinctual; protect your alpha’s mate.He doesn’t really notice when he crouches down behind Scott, his arm wrapping around as his hand starts to rub comforting circle on Scott’s still flat stomach.“I guess it must be a pack thing, huh?” Danny says laying his head against Scott’s back.“Yeah, I guess, maybe we should ask Master,” Scott knows he’s feeling better with the scent of a pack mate wrapped around him; he leans back into Danny’s touch, inhaling the comfort.“Yeah, we should ask Stiles,” Danny agrees.Neither of them notice Matt creeping back out through the door having listened to their exchange.They do hear the bell ring, signalling time to go to their next class.---Scott is nervous.He’s standing in the coach’s office, he is trying to tell the coach that he has to quit the team; that he can’t play lacrosse.“Please explain it to me again like I was a five year old,” Coach Finstock is standing over him; face contorted in near rage.“Coach?” Scott’s eyes pleadingly wide in confusion; he just did explain, he needs to quit the team for personal reasons.“Haven’t you ever wanted to be part of something special?” Scott isn’t sure what the coach is asking him; he instinctively wraps his arms around his stomach.“I guess, but right now I really need to quit the team,” Scott tries to keep the whine out of his voice; why can’t the coach just let him leave the team [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]