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CHAPTER THIRTEEN
WOLF'S BANE
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MIA PRESSED HER FOOT DOWN on the gas pedal of Derek Hale's gorgeous car as she pushed the car to move faster. She listened to Scott and Stiles tell her to drive faster, and she happily obliged.

"Come on Mia, faster!" Stiles demanded as he tapped the back of his sister's seat.

She pushed the car to go even faster as she checked her rearview mirror, and felt her stomach twist at the sight of a black SUV getting closer to their car.

"Mia, I don't think you understand what faster means," Stiles snapped.

"You want to see faster?" Mia emphasized the last word before slamming her foot down on the accelerator. "Let me know if this is fast enough."

She glanced at the rearview mirror and saw the angry face of Kate Argent behind the wheel of the SUV.

"Mia, faster, now."

"Stiles, shut up," Mia snapped. Her foot continued to press against the accelerator as she attempted to stay ahead of the hunter. "I don't need any freaking commentary."

"If she goes faster, she'll kill us." Scott turned to face Stiles, who rolled his eyes at the teen wolf.

"And if Mia doesn't go faster, they're gonna kill us."

"Okay, I'm going faster!"

The two boys felt the car speed up as the engine revved. They could hear Mia hum as the engine roared, pushing itself to propel the car faster than before.

"They're gone," Stiles said while looking out the rear window.

"What do you mean, they're gone?" Mia moved her gaze from the road to the rearview mirror, only to find the black SUV missing. "Check the radio dumbass. What happened?"

She listened to the radio beep as it turned on, and heard her father's voice.

"All units, suspect is on foot heading into the iron works."

"Let's go and save our favorite stalker." Mia turned the car around and started driving toward the iron works, ready to pick up Derek Hale.

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"Get in here!" Mia called out as Scott pushed open his door. She pulled the car to a stop as her best friend climbed into the back seat next to her twin.

The brunette looked up and saw Allison's dad aiming his gun at Derek, which caused her to honk her horn.

"Let's go Hale!"

Once Derek hopped in the car, she slammed her foot on the accelerator and cringed every time the car was hit by bullets.

"What part of laying low don't you understand?" Scott shouted from the back seat.

"Scott, shut up," Mia demanded, not taking her eyes off the road.

"Damn it, I had him!"

"You had the alpha?" Mia asked at the same time as her twin.

"Yes! He was right in front of me, and the friggin' police showed up."

"They were just doing their jobs!" Mia interrupted, only to notice Derek glaring at her from the passenger's seat. "Don't glare at me Hale."

"Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state." Derek turned to face the boys, allowing Mia to concentrate on the road.

"Can we seriously get past that?" Scott spoke up from the back seat. "I made a dumbass mistake, I get it."

"Alright." Stiles pushed Scott back so he could lean between his sister and the older werewolf. "How did you find him?"

Derek looked from the two boys to the brunette in the front seat and remained silent.

"Can you try to trust us for at least half a second?" Scott asked, pushing Stiles back into his seat.

"Yeah, all of us," Stiles spoke up before meeting Derek's glare and shrinking back into his seat. "Or just him, I'll be back here."

"I want to know how you found him." Mia glanced at the boys through her rear-view mirror before shooting the werewolf a small smile.

"The last time I spoke to my sister, she was close to figuring something out. She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris."

"Our chemistry teacher?" Stiles interrupted, only to let out a small yelp when Mia bit down on her tongue. "Stop that!"

"Make me." Mia stuck her tongue out at her brother before turning to the fugitive. "Continue."

"What's the second?" Scott asked from behind Mia.

"Some kind of symbol." Mia glanced away from the road and saw Derek unfold a piece of paper, which had a sketch of a pendant on it.

"Is that a dog?" Mia asked, obviously confused by the drawing. She heard Scott let out a groan from the back seat, and glanced back at the teen wolf.

"What? You know what this is?"

"I've seen it on a necklace," Scott sighed, "Allison's necklace."

At the mention of the other girl, Mia slammed her foot on the gas.

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Mia opened her locker, fed up with how stupid her brother and best friend were being. They thought that they could get the necklace from Allison by reminding her about the good times, but seeing as they were two hormonal idiots, they couldn't be bothered to ask for her help. So rather than listening to them fail at their attempt to get the necklace, she decided to get her things for class.

"Hey." Mia jumped at the familiar voice behind her, only to turn around and see the familiar face of Isaac Lahey.

"Isaac, don't sneak up on me like that," she chuckled. "You nearly gave me a heart attack."

Isaac smiled at the brunette, who pulled some hair behind her ear with a small smile.

"Sorry." Isaac adjusted his backpack strap before continuing to speak. "I was wondering if you wanted to try that date this week."

Mia felt her cheeks warm up at the mention of a date. It was strange to hear one of her closest friends mention going on a date with her.

"Why not before the game tonight?" Mia suggested while closing her locker. "We can get some pizza or something."

"Sure."

Both teens could feel the heat rising into their cheeks

With that, the duo went their separate ways, excited for the events of that night.

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Mia sat down across from Stiles and Scott at lunch, nervous about the text she received from the boys earlier that day. The two boys were talking as she placed her lunch tray on the table. They had both sent her panicked messages about one person in particular, Jackson Whittemore. Apparently he knew Scott's secret, and the idea of him knowing made Mia want to scream.

"So, what did I miss?" She asked while picking up her sandwich. "Other than the whole Jackson thing."

"If you weren't ignoring us, you would know what was going on," Stiles snapped, agitated at his sister's behavior. He knew she was annoyed that Scott was preoccupied with Allison, but he hoped that she would take a breather in order to see the bigger picture.

"If the two of you decided to ask me for help and not ignore me, maybe I wouldn't have been ignoring you," Mia snapped back. She could feel her nails digging into the palms of her hands until Scott's eyes widened in fear. "Why do you look like someone just kicked a puppy?"

"He's watching us," Scott whispered as he looked between the twins.

Stiles looked toward Jackson, who kept his gaze focused on the trio, while Mia chose to ignore him.

"If you look at him, that's giving him what he wants," Mia mumbled. "So stop staring at him."

The two boys listened to her and looked away from Jackson, making the brunette smile. Mia noticed Scott flinch at the sound of something, and she assumed it was due to his enhanced senses.

"Scott, are you okay?" Mia whispered, her voice laced with concern.

Scott listened to Jackson's voice while looking at Mia. He was praying that the team captain wouldn't notice his discomfort.

"What's wrong?" Stiles looked between his best friend and his sister impatiently, knowing that something must be happening.

"Jackson's talking to me. He knows I can hear him. Look at me." Both twins turned their attention to the teen wolf, knowing that they had to calm him down. "Just talk to me. Act normal. Pretend that nothing's happening."

"Say something. Talk to me!" Scott moved his gaze between the twins as he felt his patience slipping away.

"I can't think of anything," Stiles said frantically, "my mind's a complete blank!"

Scott turned his attention to Mia, who smirked at the boys.

"Your mind's blank? You can't think of something to say?" Scott questioned in an exasperated tone. "Mia?"

"I know you two don't want to talk about anything I would want to, so unless you want to help me plan a date, I'm of no use."

"Not under this kind of pressure!" Stiles defended himself before realizing exactly what his sister said. "A date?"

"You don't get to use that tone with me," Mia snapped before turning her attention back to Scott. "Do you want to talk about how uncultured you are since you've never seen Star Wars?"

"I do get to take that tone with you because I'm older," Stiles quipped, "and he's not even sitting with them anymore."

"You're literally ten minutes older than me," Mia scoffed. "You don't get to play that card."

"Where the hell is he?" Scott asked, causing Mia to turn around in confusion.

"I have no clue," Mia shrugged her shoulders.

"Yes," Scott mumbled to himself, causing Mia to shoot her twin a worried look.

Mia watched as Scott began to squeeze his water bottle before drinking from it. He avoided her gaze as he stared down at the table, and Mia could tell he was angry.

"Scott, come on, you can't let him do this. You can't let him have this kind of power over you, okay?" Stiles whispered before turning to his twin, who moved to place her hand over the teen wolf's.

Scott's gaze moved from the table to Mia as he clutched the side of his lunch tray, anger running through his veins. She could see him trying to restrain himself, but the tray was shaking under his grip.

"Scott, ignore him," Mia pleaded. "Focus on us, okay."

There was a loud crack as Scott snapped his lunch tray in half, and Mia flinched at the sound. Scott's gaze was focused on Jackson, worrying the Stilinski twins.

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"Did he tell you what Jackson said to get him so riled up?" Mia whispered as she walked beside her brother in the hallway.

Stiles looked from his twin to the crowd in front of them, and Mia could tell he was hesitant about revealing what Scott had told him.

"I know for a fact that Scott told you," Mia whispered, "so tell me."

"You don't want to know, trust me."

"Bullshit," Mia snapped. "Jackson obviously said something that riled Scott up, so I need to know what that dick said."

"Mia," Stiles began, only to be cut off by his twin.

"No Stiles, you're going to tell me what he said because you're not his only friend." Mia took a deep breath before continuing to speak. "I get it, I'm a girl so the two of you have your boys only conversations, but I'm still a part of this."

Stiles mumbled something incomprehensible under his breath in reply, only for Mia to glare at him.

"Jackson threatened to touch you," Stiles' voice was laced with anger. "He went into detail about how he would go for Allison first, and then go for you."

Mia was stunned. She couldn't move. It was like something had frozen her in place.

"He did what," Mia demanded. "I'm going to kill him."

Stiles was quick to wrap his hand around his sister's forearm to prevent her from committing manslaughter in the middle of the school day. He knew that she would have no hesitation to threaten and hurt the now co captain of the lacrosse team. It didn't take a genius to see how much she hated the jock, and now that he was threatening her best friend, any sense of restraint flew out the window.

"Mia, you can't kill him," Stiles whispered frantically. "You'll get arrested."

"I don't care." Mia was seething. She wanted to make Jackson regret ever talking to her friends. "Dad'll cover for me."

"No he won't," Stiles continued. "If you kill someone, he won't cover for you."

"I don't care." Mia was furious.

"Well you can't help Scott from jail," Stiles groaned. "So can you refrain from killing Jackson for at least today?"

"Fine," Mia sighed. "I'm not going to the game with dad tonight."

"What do you mean?" Stiles was confused by his sister's words. "I made first line."

"I know that stupid," Mia laughed. "I'll be there, I'm just going with someone else."

Stiles let go of his sister's arm in shock.

"Who?" He demanded. "If it's a guy I'll kill them."

"But I thought you said no murder."

"Shut up."

"Never," Mia replied with a smirk.

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Mia walked into the bathroom with her backpack slung over her shoulder. She had to fix herself up before the school day ended since she wasn't sure how much time she would have to get ready for her date.

Her attention was drawn to one of the stalls in the bathroom as she could hear someone sniffling in the stall. She looked down to the floor and recognized the pair of pumps that were in the stall.

"Lydia?" Mia knocked on the stall door. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," the strawberry blonde replied with a sniffle. "Just got something in my eye."

Mia rolled her eyes as she knew something had to have happened.

"No one's in here Lyds," Mia continued. "And you don't have to tell me what happened, but if you give me a name I'll make sure they never hurt you again."

There was a small laugh from the stall, and Mia knew that she had lifted the girl's spirits. The stall door opened, revealing Lydia to the brunette.

"He dumped me," Lydia whispered, and Mia felt her anger flare up.

He could mess with her, but her friends? That wouldn't fly.

"He's an ass." Mia felt her nails dig into the palms of her hands. "He's stupid and never deserved you."

Lydia was able to keep her composure, other than the occasional sniffle, which impressed Mia.

"You deserve so much better than him."

"I just can't believe he did that," Lydia whispered.

Mia wrapped her arms around the strawberry blonde and just stood in silence with the girl.

"You deserve the world Lydia." 

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"Stiles!" Mia called out from her room. "Do you know where my leather jacket is?"

"I don't know," Stiles shouted back.

"Hey Stiles!" Their dad called out from the stairs as Mia walked through her bathroom toward Stiles' room.

She opened the door to his room and froze in place. Standing in the back corner of his room was Derek Hale, who was glaring at her from his spot. She didn't move from her spot until her brother turned around to see the older werewolf.

"Yo Da-Derek." Stiles' eyes were wide as he looked at the werewolf, who was gesturing for him to shut up.

Mia shot the older werewolf a look of disbelief as her twin moved toward his door to intercept their father before he could find the fugitive. She rolled her eyes at her brother's frantic behavior and chose to ignore the conversation happening outside in favor of talking with the werewolf hiding next to her brother's closet.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Mia whispered in an agitated tone. "Of all places, why would you come to the sheriff's house?"

Derek simply glared at the brunette, who impatiently tapped her foot against the floor.

"Mia, sweetie, do you need a ride to the game?"

Mia walked away from Derek and toward her father so she could see him.

"I've got a ride, so I'll meet you there." The brunette smiled at her father, who wrapped his arms around her.

"See you there." With that, the sheriff walked down the stairs, unknowingly leaving his two children alone with Derek Hale.

The twins walked back into Stiles' room, simultaneously letting out sighs of relief. Mia walked a bit ahead of her brother, only to turn around when Derek pushed him against the wall.

"If you say one word," Derek began, only to be cut off by the older Stilinski.

"Oh what, you mean like, hey dad, Derek Hale's in my room. Bring your gun." Mia rolled her eyes at her brother.

"Hands off Hale," Mia snapped in a low tone as she moved closer to the werewolf.

"Yeah, that's right," Stiles said with more confidence, "if I'm harboring your fugitive ass, it's my house, my rules, buddy."

"Your house?" Mia spoke up from behind the duo as she watched her twin hit Derek's shoulder.

"Our house," Stiles corrected himself as Derek let go of his jacket. The brunette watched as her brother seemed proud of himself and touched Derek's jacket, only for the older werewolf to step forward with an intimidating look on his face. "Oh my god!"

Stiles sat down in his chair while Mia walked past them and toward her twin's closet in search for her jacket.

"Stiles, where the hell did you put my jacket?"

Stiles shot his twin a look of confusion as she continued to go through his closet.

"Can you not go through my stuff?"

"No." Mia rolled her eyes at her twin.

"Scott didn't get the necklace?" Derek asked, a little amused by the twins behavior.

"No, he's still working on it," Stiles said with a sigh. "But there's something else we can try."

"Stiles, did dad hide it?" Mia asked yet again, knowing that her date was going to show up soon and she wanted to avoid any and all interaction between her brother and her date.

"I have no idea."

"You're literally no help."

"You're not helping with this." Stiles glanced between the werewolf and his sister, who was now walking toward their connected bathroom.

"Well I actually have somewhere to be."

"What do you mean you have somewhere to be?"

"I mean I have a date and you have to help Derek with this, so have fun." Mia gave the two a shrug of her shoulders before entering the bathroom. "Don't do anything stupid and don't get hurt."

"I make no promises."

"Please don't kill him Derek," Mia called out as she walked into her bedroom.

She walked over to her desk, and sitting on the back of her chair was the ever elusive leather jacket she had been searching for.

"I found it!"

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Mia stood on her front porch as she waited for Isaac to pick her up. Stiles was still upstairs with Derek and Danny, who had arrived a few minutes before. She tapped her toes against the floor, her nerves setting in as she realized that her first date was happening that night.

She didn't know why she was so nervous. It was just a date, and Isaac was just a friend, or was he? Why was this so nerve wrecking?

Maybe it was the fact that it was her first date, or maybe it was the fact that she had started to think of Isaac as more than a friend. Whatever that feeling was, it made her stomach feel as if there were a thousand butterflies fluttering around.

Her heart was racing as she looked up and down the street for Isaac's car. He should arrive any minute, and she wanted to make sure their date didn't make them run late for the game later, especially since her brother was supposed to be playing for the first time.

She sat down on the steps, hoping that she would be able to relax a bit before her date got there. Her knee bounced up and down as she watched a car drive down the street until it pulled to a stop in front of her house.

The door of the car opened, revealing Isaac Lahey to the brunette. She smiled at him as he closed his car door and walked toward the front porch.

"Hey," Mia greeted with a smile. She quickly stood up from her seat and met him halfway down the sidewalk.

"Hi," Isaac said while fixing the edge of his jersey. "You look great."

Mia looked down at her outfit, which included a pair of jeans, a maroon shirt and her leather jacket. She didn't think that she looked that great, but her cheeks flushed at the compliment.

The two teens stood across from each other, cheeks flushed scarlet. Mia noticed the way his jersey sat on his torso, and smiled at how it seemed to boost his confidence a bit.

"You ready for the game tonight?"

Isaac nodded with a small smile. He couldn't believe it, the girl of his dreams was going on a date with him before the quarterfinal game for lacrosse.

"What do you want to eat?"

Mia thought about his question as her stomach grumbled, much to her displeasure. She has been craving food from the diner in the middle of town, but she didn't know if that would be a good spot for their date.

"What about the diner?" Isaac asked with a hopeful smile. "You could get pretty much anything there."

"I would love to go to the diner," Mia said in a soft voice. "I haven't been since before Christmas."

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Mia sat across the table from Isaac, who was facing the diner's front door. She had smiled when he sat there, as her father had told her that a gentleman should always face the door in case anything were to happen.

They had been seated at a booth with red seats, which matched the diner's aesthetic. It was decorated with memorabilia from the 1950s, making it a place out of time.

Mia hadn't been to the diner in a few months. The last time she sat in the diner had been for her birthday and the anniversary of her mother's passing. Scott had taken her out to get her mind off of the fact that her mother had been gone for six years, especially when her brother and father chose to not acknowledge the day with anything more than somber expressions.

He was the only one who took the time to acknowledge that she had lost her mother at too young of an age. Sure, she would spend the day with her family, but her best friend made sure to make sure to raise her spirits when they were down.

"Do you know what you want to eat yet?" Isaac asked, his voice snapping the brunette out of her thoughts.

She shook her head, causing the curly haired boy to smile. She glanced down at her menu as she shook her head. Her mind had wandered away from food as she should have been picking her meal.

"Maybe I'll get a burger."

Isaac smiled at her, knowing that she had something on her mind.

"Are you okay?"

Mia felt her heartbeat quicken at his question. There was a lot going on in her life, but he didn't need to be burdened with any of it, especially anything that has to do with Scott's furry little problem.

"It's just been a while since I've been here," Mia explained with a small sigh. "Last time I was here was the anniversary of my mom's passing."

"I had no idea." Isaac's face paled. He didn't realize that this was where she went with her mom.

"It's fine," Mia placed her hand on his. "I need to be able to go places where I would go with her, especially when I like the food here."

She could tell that Isaac was nervous, and decided to take a deep breath so she could help him relax.

"Are you ready for the game?"

"I highly doubt Coach'll even play me," Isaac said with a sad look on his face.

"He would be stupid not to play you."

Their conversation stopped as a waitress came to their table and took their orders. Mia ordered a cheeseburger with a side of fries and Isaac ordered the same thing.

"What would you like to drink?" The waitress clicked her pen while waiting for the duo to decide.

"I'll have a chocolate milkshake," Mia said with a smile.

"I'll have the same."

"Copycat," Mia teased, causing Isaac's cheeks to flush.

With that, the waitress left the duo at their table. The two teens waited for a minute before continuing to speak.

"Do you have any plans for after the game?" Mia asked with a smile.

Isaac shook his head in response. After the game, he was going to go home and try to avoid his father.

"You don't have any plans after the semifinal game?" Mia was confused by her date's reaction. "It's the semifinals. If you guys win then we make state."

Isaac simply shrugged in reply. He knew that he was a benchwarmer, just like her twin, but tonight would be one of the first times he stood a chance of playing.

"Aren't you on first line for tonight?" Mia asked with a hopeful smile.

"Yeah, but it's only temporary," Isaac mumbled. "Coach's only keeping me on first line until the rest of the team gets better."

"That doesn't matter." Mia placed her hand on top of Isaac's. "You're on first line for the night, and I'll be in the stands cheering you on."

The two teens smiled at each other, blissfully unaware of how much would change that night.

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Mia walked along the sideline of the field as her date went toward his team, waiting for the game to start. Her gaze moved along the benches and the field in search of her twin, but she couldn't find him.

She spotted her best friend sitting on the bench and walked over to him, not caring that he was on the phone with someone.

"Scott McCall, where is my idiot twin?" Mia whispered angrily. "If Derek killed him, I will make sure that he doesn't live to see the next full moon."

The teenage werewolf turned to his best friend and sighed as he listened to her brother over the phone.

"Do you want to talk to him?"

Mia pulled the phone from his grasp and listened to her twin, who clearly didn't know that the phone was in her position.

"Stiles!"

"Shit, Mia," her twin's voice called out from the phone. "Do me a favor and tell dad I'll be there soon."

"How soon is soon? Because you should actually be playing tonight, and I wanted to see it."

"Mia, I promise I'll be there soon."

"Don't do anything stupid."

"I won't."

"Call me when you're done with whatever Derek is making you do."

"Fine, but tell dad I'll be there late."

With that, Mia ended the phone call and turned to face her best friend.

"What the hell is he up to?"

"He didn't tell me." Scott looked at his best friend, who was worried about her brother.

Mia sighed as she looked up at the stands where Scott's mother was sitting.

"I'm going to go and sit with your mom and my dad, so good luck."

She pulled him into a hug before leaving the boy on the bench, only to stop when she noticed Allison sitting with her father and some woman a few rows above Melissa. The brunette took a deep breath before waving at the Argent girl.

Mia walked toward Melissa McCall and sat down on her right side, knowing that the game was supposed to start soon.

She clutched her forehead as the sound of a whistle blowing on the field, although her pain wasn't due to the sound. If it was, she wouldn't feel as if she had just walked head first into a wall.  

The brunette let out a groan as her friend's mother checked on her.

"I'm fine," Mia's words were muffled as she spoke through her hands. "Promise."

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Kate Argent sat beside her niece, who had just waved to Mia Stilinski. She watched the brunette clutch her head in pain at the sound of a whistle blowing.

"Chris," the hunter whispered as she nudged her brother's shoulder. "Isn't that reaction a bit extreme for a whistle?"

Her older brother looked toward the Stilinski girl, who was holding her head as if someone blew a whistle in her ear.

"Yeah." Chris' gaze was now fixated on the brunette, who was blissfully unaware of the danger she was in.

The two hunters failed to notice the look of panic on Scott McCall's face as he listened to their conversation. His best friend was in danger for some reason and he couldn't let her get hurt, not again.

The teenage werewolf turned around to face the brunette, who was massaging her temples as she looked toward the field. As if she could feel his gaze on her, she turned her attention toward him and waved.

He listened to the brunette greet her father as the town sheriff sat beside her, the duo blissfully unaware of the danger Mia was now in.

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Author's Note

Hey everyone!! I'm sorry for not updating for a while but college has been keeping me really busy, so I don't know when the next update will come.  This chapter was a bit shorter than some of the others, but I'm really proud of it, so I hope you all enjoyed it!  Which part was your favorite?  I hope you liked the Misaac date, and what did you think of the end of the chapter?  Please remember to vote and comment as those give me inspiration to continue writing in my free time!

- Daniella

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PUBLISHED: October 20, 2020

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