Chapter 75: Telling Noah The Truth

Stiles' POV 

Stiles woke up early, groggily rubbing his eyes as sunlight streamed through his window. He got dressed quickly and went to check on his dad, only to find him slumped over his desk in his office, with an empty bottle of booze lying beside him. 

"Dad?" Stiles said, voice tinged with worry as he stepped closer. He gently shook his father awake. "Dad, what's going on with you? Why did you get drunk and fall asleep here?" 

Noah groaned, clutching his head as he sat up. "Ugh, my head is killing me. Stiles, why are you so loud this early in the morning?" 

Stiles frowned, his concern deepening as he took in the dark circles under his father's eyes. "You don't look good, Dad." 

"I'm fine." Noah replied, waving him off. "Go get ready for school. You're going to be late." 

"Nope, not happening." Stiles said firmly. "I'm not going to school today. You're going to take a shower, and I'll make us breakfast. We need to talk." 

Noah sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. "Stiles, it's nothing. I just had a rough case yesterday. That's why I had a little to drink. There's no need for you to skip school. I'm fine." 

Stiles crossed his arms. "No, Dad. We really need to talk. It's important." 

Noah squinted at him, his brow furrowing. "Is everything okay with you, son?" 

"Yeah, everything's fine. Even great." Stiles said, trying to reassure him. Then he wrinkled his nose and added. "But you reek of booze, so go shower. Seriously, Dad, you stink." 

With a reluctant nod, Noah got up and headed for the bathroom, mumbling something about kids these days. 

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In the kitchen, Stiles cracked eggs into a pan and started frying bacon while he reached out to Scott telepathically. 

[Scott, you up?] Stiles asked, concentrating on their mental link. 

Moments later, Scott's voice echoed in his mind. [Yeah, I'm up. Having breakfast. What's up?] 

[It's my dad.] Stiles replied. [I found him asleep at his desk this morning with an empty bottle of booze. He said he had a rough case yesterday.] 

[It's probably the wendigo case. Allison, her parents, and I found a family of wendigos yesterday. They had more than twenty human corpses hanging in their basement like butchered cattle.] Scott replied. 

Stiles winced. [Damn! No wonder he's a mess. I think it's time to tell him about the supernatural. So, I'm skipping school this morning.] 

[Good luck.] Scott said. 

[Thanks.] Stiles replied before ending the connection. 

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Noah shuffled into the kitchen a short while later, freshly showered but still looking tired. He sat down at the table as Stiles handed him a steaming cup of coffee. 

"Here." Stiles said. "Drink this. And tell me about that 'rough case' you mentioned." 

Noah sighed, taking a long sip of coffee before setting the mug down. "It was gruesome, Stiles. A family of cannibals. We found 26 corpses hanging in their basement. This town gets weirder every day." 

Stiles hesitated, his stomach twisting at the thought of the wendigos' victims. He took a deep breath and sat down across from his father. "Dad, there's something I need to tell you. And before you freak out, just hear me out, okay?" 

Noah frowned, watching him closely. "What is it, son?" 

For the next hour, Stiles laid everything out, the Hale fire, werewolves, hunters, the vampire, the Nemeton tree, and all the other supernatural dangers they'd faced. When he finally stopped, Noah stared at him, stunned. 

After a moment, Noah laughed nervously. "Your imagination is wild, kid. Seriously, Stiles, this is... it's a lot." 

"I'm not joking, Dad." Stiles said, his tone deadly serious. 

Noah's smile faded, replaced by a look of concern. "Stiles, this isn't funny. You're scaring me. Please tell me you don't actually believe this. Are you okay? Mentally, I mean?" 

Stiles groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Dad, I can prove it. Just... don't freak out." 

Before Noah could respond, Stiles let his eyes glow bright yellow, his fangs extending as fur sprouted along his cheeks. His claws grew longer, and a low growl rumbled in his chest. "What do you think now, Dad?" 

Noah stumbled back, his chair scraping against the floor. "Y-You... you were telling the truth." 

"Yeah, Dad." Stiles said, shifting back to normal. "I was telling the truth." 

Noah collapsed back into his chair, his face pale. "So... what now? Are you going to lose control? Kill people under the full moon? Turn into a monster?" 

Stiles shook his head, offering a reassuring smile. "No, Dad. I don't lose control." 

He went on to explain how Scott and the pack worked to protect Beacon Hills from threats. 

Noah frowned. "Have you... killed anyone, son?" 

"No." Stiles said firmly. Then, after a moment of hesitation, he added. "Not yet." 

Noah's eyes widened. "Yet? What do you mean, yet? You're not going to kill anyone. I don't care if they're monsters, they need to go to jail!" 

Stiles sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Dad, you can't put supernatural creatures in jail. These monsters aren't like regular criminals, they're strong enough to tear through holding cells like tissue paper. And they won't hesitate to kill your deputies to escape. Some can teleport, some control fire or lightning, others can mess with people's minds or use poison. If you try to hold them in jail, you're risking everyone's lives. not to mention exposing the supernatural world to your entire department. So, unless you're looking to host a supernatural coming-out party at the sheriff's department, I suggest you let us handle them."

Noah let out a heavy sigh and slumped in his chair, overwhelmed. "I... I don't even know what to say anymore." 

"If you really want to help protect Beacon Hills... maybe you should consider taking the Bite from Scott." Stiles said. 

Noah's eyes widened again. "The Bite? Stiles, that's a life-changing decision. I need time to think about it." 

"Fair enough." Stiles said, standing up. "Just... stay sober while you think, okay?" 

Noah chuckled weakly. "Yeah, I think I've had enough booze for a while." 

"Good." Stiles grabbed his bag. "I'm heading to school. See you later, Dad." 

When Stiles arrived at school, he spotted Scott and the rest of the pack sitting together in the cafeteria. Their laughter and chatter filled the air as they shared lunch. Stiles walked over and dropped into the empty seat beside Scott.

Scott turned to him. "Hey, man. How did your dad take it?"

Stiles let out a long sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. "He thought I was losing my mind. I'm pretty sure if I hadn't proved I was a werewolf, he would've had me seeing a shrink by tonight."

The pack chuckled and before anyone could respond, Tracy, one of Derek's betas, approached their table. Her face was pale, and her movements were tense. 

"McCall." she said, her voice barely steady. "Can we talk?"

Scott's nose twitched as he picked up the sharp tang of fear rolling off her. "Yeah, sure. What's going on?" He asked.

Tracy sat down, glancing nervously around the cafeteria before speaking. "It's Derek… He's hurt. Last night, while he was training us in the woods, another pack attacked."

Stiles raised an eyebrow. "Another pack?" 

Tracy nodded. "Yeah. They're not from around here, they looked like bikers. They said they'd heard about a powerful Alpha in Beacon Hills, and they came to challenge him. They want this territory."

Scott leaned forward. "How many Alphas do they have?"

Tracy hesitated, clearly confused. "Just one... He has only one eye. But... why are you asking? Isn't a pack only supposed to have one Alpha?"

Lydia sighed and shook her head, her tone tinged with pity. "Poor thing. Derek really didn't tell you guys much, did he?"

Scott's eyes narrowed slightly. "How many were in the pack, and how did you guys escape?"

"There were six of them, including the Alpha." Tracy replied. "Derek fought them alone to give us time to get away. He called me earlier and said he managed to escape, but he's hurt. He told me to warn you."

Scott furrowed his brows. "And what about Peter? Where is he?"

Tracy shook her head. "He wasn't with us, and we haven't seen him in a while."

Scott sighed. "I see."

Tracy stood, a mix of worry and urgency in her voice. "I need to go check on Derek, make sure he's okay."

Scott nodded. "Alright."

As she disappeared from view, Scott turned to his pack, his expression thoughtful. "I don't know if this new pack is evil or just looking to prove themselves, but either way, we can't ignore them. We'll handle it after school." His lips twitched into a small smile. "Too bad they only have one Alpha."

Stiles grinned. "So… who's taking his Alpha spark?"

Scott chuckled. "We'll go in the order I gave you guys the Bite. Which means…" His gaze shifted to Allison. "You'll become an Alpha tonight."

Stiles nodded. "Fair enough."

Scott continued. "There are six of them, and they can't be that strong if Derek managed to escape. I'll sit this one out, and so will my mom. The rest of you can handle them."

Allison straightened. "I'll take on their Alpha myself."

Scott nodded approvingly. "Alright. Allison takes their Alpha, and the rest of you deal with his pack."

He turned to Lydia. "Use the crows to find them."

Lydia nodded. "Okay." Then, she closed her eyes, her expression focused as she reached out telepathically to the crows. With a mental command, she sent them out to search for them.

Moments later, she opened her eyes and looked at Scott. "They'll find them soon."

The pack went through their classes, and halfway through class, Lydia's voice slipped into Scott's mind. 

[Scott, I found them. They're holed up in the old Hale house.]

Scott smirked, replying telepathically. [Good. Keep an eye on them, and let your crows spook them a little.]

Lydia's lips curved into a sly smile. [Got it.]

As soon as school ended, the pack gathered in the parking lot, getting into their cars. Engines roared to life as they sped toward the old Hale house.