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" Where were you." Scott growled out, a taint of malice and suspicion wafting from him.
But that wasn't what had his attention though.
What caught his attention were the sickly yellow eyes, sideburns and fangs currently out for anyone to see.
' Oh fuck...'
Markus immediately knew that he had been somehow had.
In someway Scott had probably found something about him that connected him to the supernatural, there was no other explanation as to why he would show this side of himself otherwise.
So stilling himself for whatever may happen he didn't flinch, he didn't look scared or show any expression at all, the jig was up and he had no need to act anymore—at least to him.
" Out and about." Markus told him, his eyes boring into Scott's." What are you doing in my room, Scott."
At the question Scott bared his fangs again, suspicion before realisation and weariness quickly interchanging in his aura.
Markus had to hold his confusion at that for a moment, he hadn't been able to so intuitively understand people emotions through aura as much as he did now.
This was a new development to him that he quickly dismissed, this wasn't the time.
" You... don't seem surprised." Scott stated, his back shifting to be in parallel to the window which was so coincidentally open.
" It's hard to be surprised about something you already knew." Markus stated, his eyes sharpening before he took a step forward.
Scott saw this and quickly took steps back, unsure and fearful beneath the anger and suspicion.
Markus would have grinned if he wasn't trying to keep appearances up.
He was taking a gamble here. Shifting the roles of this 'confrontation' in a way where he would be the one in charge.
He needed to know what Scott knew, and just how much he knew.
" For how long..." Scott asked, slightly quivering even as his claws laid ready.
Markus hearing the slight quiver in his voice simply smirked, a cold smirk that was almost pitying.
" First day." He told a half-truth, he had only known due to his meta knowledge but at this point he needed to bluff, so he hammered further.
So Markus spoke again, not giving his little brother the upper hand." I knew what you were the moment you got out of that shower."
Those words seemed to have quickly dismantled Scott's well thought out process, not that Markus would know what it was anyway.
But whatever Markus had wanted out of those words didn't prepare him to suddenly see Scott's aura flare, anger quickly turned to full on fear and panic, his eyes flickering out the yellow embers in his eyes.
" So it's true...." Was all Scott said before Scott lunged out of the window faster than Markus had anticipated.
And so silence returned back into the McCall Residence, all the while the sole figure inside was left stunned.
Markus had a look of bafflement and confusion in his features and not before long he couldn't help but sputter.
" The fuck?"
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Scott ran through the neighborhood in a mad dash, his mind a cacophony of turmoil, fear and anger.
He didn't wait to even look through the streets as he ran to Stiles house, all that he knew was that he needed to talk to his best friend.
He jumped through fence after fence, still holding his transformed state just from sheer panic until he finally reached his destination.
He had no time to ring the door or even use it, he was sure that Mr Stilinski wasn't back yet anyway — So he jumped, using the modicum of control he had over his newfound capabilities to scale the house right into Stiles bedroom.
"Jesus!!?!" Stiles voice echoed, startled by the sudden thump on his window.
Scott quickly detransformed, using the thoughts and memories of the one person that he loved even though said person didn't reciprocate those feels yet.
" What are you doing man? It's 5 in the morning!" Stiles shouted as soon as he opened his window.
Scott on the other hand didn't answer, simply pushing himself into Stiles room.
" Wha-" " Stiles it's Markus!" Scott interrupted, his breath heavy and his mind a bit disoriented.
" What?" Was Stiles unintelligible as answer, having heard his friends words make no sense to him.
" Markus' Stiles! He's the Alpha!" Scott hammered on feeling like he had suddenly discovered the secret to eternal life, that was how inchoate his words were.
Stiles having heard that quieted, his eyes mirroring the bafflement in his face.
" Scott, what are you talking about?" Stiles asked, his voice lowered and disbelief clear in his face.
" Markus! He knew I was a werewolf before he even saw me shift! He wasn't even surprised when he saw me in that state!" Scott shouted, only now seeing that he wasn't seemingly getting through his friend.
" Okay whoa, holdup up, Markus knows?" Asked Stiles, for the first time in the entire chaos that was their conversation seemingly being surprised.
" Wait we'll get back on that, how does him figuring out you were a werewolf have any anything to do with a murdering psycho in the woods?" Stiles asked seeing no sense in Scott's claims.
Scott hearing that stiffened, his eyes narrowing and a bit of hurt settling in his chest from the fact that his friend seemingly didn't believe him.
" How else would he have known?—He said that he knew what I was the moment he saw me the day after I was bit Stiles!" Scott told him with narrowed eyes.
" Okay and?— Scott that could mean a lot of things besides that he's the killer alpha okay!" Stiles retorted heatedly.
" Like what Stiles?!" Scott grunted." After that day Markus changed, both of us know that! He's suddenly besting me in lacrosse and then he's trying to get with Allison and Lydia!?"
" Okay hold on now. Markus was already good at lacrosse and he's not getting with Lydia." Stiles retorted, more taken aback by the comment about Lydia than anything.
" I'm a werewolf, Stiles! I'm physically stronger than him and still he beats me!" Scott finally shouted.
Seeing the futility of the conversation Stiles opted to reason instead.
" Okay, first of all, you guys haven't even went against each other in practice yet. Second of all, does this have anything to do with the Alpha or are you just pushing your dislike for your brother a bit further?" Stiles asked, he knew that Scott didn't like his older brother but for him to accuse him of murder was unlike him.
" What is that supposed to mean?" Scott asked suddenly defensive.
" That's not...look Scott, accusing your brother like that without proof is just a recipe for disaster." Stiles tried placating him." I mean, did he specifically tell you that he was the Alpha?"
" No but the signs are all there!" Scott heatedly said seemingly getting more and more unreasonable.
" Those aren't signs Scott! At best they are coincidences!"
" Then how would you explain him being a supernatural!?" Scott shouted back.
" Wait what? What are you talking about?" Asked Stiles confusedly, that Scott hadn't told him yet.
" It's..Derek, he came to me last night, to warn me of the Hunters and that he suspected Markus to be a supernatural and he said he suspected him of being the Alpha." Scott confided.
" Suspect's, keyword being Suspects here Scott!" Stiles once tried to reason, he only saw this line of thought going one way and he didn't like where it led.
" So what are suggesting?!—We wait for him to kill another person?" Scott asked practically growling.
" What I'm asking is that we get all the proof we need first okay?" Stiles suggested.
" ... " Scott quieted down, unsatisfied but knowing very well that he needed Stiles help if they were gonna get any proof.
But then came the question of what they would even do if they got it, they weren't hunters after all and he didn't know whether he was ready to kill someone. Especially if that someone was his brother, as much as he disliked him.
Though while both boys were speaking, none of them realised that they were being watched by a pair of eyes lurking just a down the corridor holding the glinting hold of a bow.
Or neither realised of the implications of their words would bring upon them in the future, all from a single misunderstanding.