It all started when Tristan's idea started going well, in fact too well, that the big muscled tank on the other team started feeling irritated after the fourth goal was scored with the strategy which later turned in a full pissed off mode after the seventh goal was scored, and not by any of the more notable players of Beacon Hills.
It started with a few light tappings that bothered on the edge of foul plays but since it wasn't overboard or actually extreme, none one said anything as a certain level of aggression was part of the game.
Upon seeing the ever increasing score gap and the angry shouts of his own teammates, he blew his top and started ramming straight into any incoming players and one of them just so happened to be Isaac.
Long story short, another McCall episode repeated itself in Isaac after being targeted for the second time with a wicked shove, and like the newly changed werewolf he was, his tolerance limit was very low.
Isaac ignored Scott's warning and set in a play for goal with payback in mind, and just as expected, 'The Abomination' Eddie Abramovitz set his sights on another brutal takedown only for his world to be rocked after being run through by a boy half his size. His world spun for a few seconds before he landed squarely on the ground with a worrying thud.
Tristan just watched and shook his head not knowing why an Alpha would allow his beta, one less than a month old, to play a very aggressive game. A major one no less.
"Someone call a doctor or something. I think he broke something!" Coach shouted as he tried accessing the nature of the injury.
"Make way, excuse me. I'm a nurse." A woman pushed her way through the crowding congregation. "Make room. Give me some space."
Tristan moved back to the bench and just sat there while the others watched the injured player get bandaged up and carried away.
He just watched as Gerard perfectly played the worried principal and tried to calm the minds of the worried team and well wishers.
The reason he thought of Gerard's act as perfectly played was the air of nonchalance around him that did not fit with the placating words coming out from his mouth.
One might completely miss it but Tristan can't as the way he read emotions was different than how others did.
While werewolves could pick up on emotions and other related stuff, it had to be concentrated to a degree for them to pick it up. It also worked in conjunction with pulse reading and perceiving the emitted pheromones.
For Tristan however, what he smelt was the state of the blood.
You can fake your pulse and force yourself into a false emotion but you can't trick your own blood. It is your biological signature.
He signaled Malia along with Lori and Jiang to remain where they were.
If before he could say that there was a chance that Isaac and Erica were overlooked as just a normal teenage glow up, or that puberty came late, Isaac's move just now just destroyed that sailing ship.
'Not only was he uninjured and perfectly fine, he ran away as soon as he got a semblance of control.'
He turned around to see if they were going to resume the game that was as good as won in his opinion only for him to be called by Coach.
"Hayes, did you see Jackson? He asked for a timeout and I wanted him to escort Mrs. McCall to the infirmary."
"I have no idea where he ran off to, Coach." He couldn't even say he did not expect a development like this. "Give me the key, Coach. We've got the game already in the bag so I'll escort the nurse to the infirmary before the ambulance gets here."
Coach could not argue with Tristan's sound logic so he gave him the keys without any question, but not before giving out a few 'colorful' words to compliment Jackson's show of incompetence.
After escorting the rather cheery and carefree woman who was Scott's mother to the infirmary with the injured Eddie on his back, he first made sure that Melissa didn't have any need for his assistance before pulling the bathroom card that never seems to get old.
"I'll be back in a few."
"Don't worry, take your time. You deserve it after that splendid gameplay." Melissa said as she waved him off to go take care of whatever he wanted to do, which she was 100% sure was not a bathroom break. She knew how teenagers think.
Tristan didn't dally and immediately expanded his senses, which was basically a blood-based sonar, and couldn't help but once again curse teenagers and their raging libido.
Trying to pick them out from their heat level proved useless due to the number of teenagers doing some 'strenuous' exercise in different classrooms.
Seeing that heat wouldn't work, he flipped it over and tried feeling for the cold slithering sensation of the kanima's blood.
"Got you."
Isaac was currently running from a transformed Jackson and he could feel two other people quickly making their way towards Isaac's location.
"Guess the whole squad is already here."
He slowed down his speed and tried focusing on another thing which was trying to find if he could pick up anything that felt remotely similar to the kanima.
Its master was in the game but that still didn't help narrow it down.
"It's like finding a dude with no idea what he looks like out of a sea of a few thousand people."
Trying but failing to yield any sort of positive result, he put it aside and made his way towards where the kanima was having a 1v3… a 1v2 against Derek and Isaac.
Since they were in another part of the school, he didn't have to worry about someone mistakenly finding them out.
He perched atop a ledge and watched as the kanima easily held its own against Derek and Isaac. The main cause was because none of them were as fast and nimble as the kanima. Even its strength was more than that of a normal werewolf or an Alpha.
He watched as the lizard eventually got Isaac and made him tag out of the fight and that was when he decided to intervene.
Free-falling from the ledge, he trained his eyes to the back of the kanima but it looked like the kanima's intuition kicked into play as it jumped away from its former position and climbed up the nearest wall.
"I thought you weren't going to help." Derek said then snorted as he saw the overgrown lizard snarl at the both of them from the wall it perched on.
"I really want to kill this thing and be done with it." He complained.
Tristan didn't respond to Derek's words but kept his eyes unmoving on the form of the kanima. "Are you still planning on fighting it or retreating?"
"You're making it sound as if I shouldn't think of fighting it." Derek uttered those words with displeasure clear as day in his voice and his face set in the grumpy frowning face Tristan knew him of.
He nodded easily to Derek's words and clearly enunciated his next words. "If I wasn't here then you would have joined those two on the ground, paralyzed and at its mercy. A pretty dumb way to go out if you ask me."
But Derek wasn't just about to accept his words and tauntingly asked him. "And? You think you're the only one who can take him on?"
Unfortunately for him, such taunts had absolutely no effect on Tristan. He replied to Derek with the same calm tone he was known for speaking with. "My speed gives me an even advantage, so there's that. He also grows stronger the more he carries out vengeance."
"You think I don't know that?! Why do you think I want to kill Jackson's stupid ass in the first place?" Derek half shouted. He remembered a little bit about the characteristics of the creature known as the kanima having read about it in his childhood days.
Why was he leaving Jackson alive again? Maybe the fact that he wanted to try tasting his blood for once or maybe also the fact that they'll lose the secretive master.
The reason why he was bothering himself with the kanima? It was the way Satomi had brought them up.
'Letting grass grow out of control in your backyard is bound to draw in snakes.'
It was also why Derek was concerned about it. This was their territory and no supernatural had the right to cause unwarranted chaos.
The kanima slowly started climbing backwards, picking the retreating option since both he and his master vividly remembered the loss they ate at Tristan's hands the both times they fought him.
Seeing the kanima gone, Tristan turned to Derek and said what was on his mind. "If you want to kill Jackson then go ahead. This part of Beacon Hills can be said to be your territory so do whatever you think is best." Tristan spoke out while scratching the back of his head.
"Oh and I think Gerard's got his eyes on Isaac after the stunt he pulled during the game."
Isaac who was slowly recovering his motor functions froze as he heard that, something that caught Derek's full attention.
"What are you going to do now, Tristan?" Derek called out to Tristan who had already walked a healthy distance away.
The blood sucker gave a 'dunno' gesture as he continued walking away. "We just won our semi-finals, so maybe celebrate like the rest? That or go home early and figure out what next to do after I wake up."
"Fair." Derek looked at his two betas and forced down the creeping sigh sneakily climbing the ladder up his throat and went and helped them up before taking them back to his hideout.
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