Pack Mentality // s. stilinski

Six ✔️

A frantic knocking on his door woke him up. The noise pulled Cadmus out of his deep sleep. He let out a tiny snort as he pushed himself up, blinking tiredly in the direction of his door. "Hello?"

"Cadmus, open your door!" Allison yelled. Cadmus yawned, rolling over on his bed. Something crumpled underneath him and his cheek was poked by something thin. Sitting up again, his hand pawed at his cheek, finding a wrinkled paper stuck there. He let it float to the ground as he stumbled over to the door. Sighing, he undid the lock to his door, the sleep still in his eyes as he pulled it open.

Allison walked in immediately, startling her younger brother. Cadmus tripped backwards onto his bed, landing on his bottom. "Allison?" he asked, confused. "What's -what's going on?"

"You -" her fists shook, and she looked infuriated. "Cadmus, I- I can't believe you would do that."

"Do what?" Cadmus blinked at her blearily, trying to get the sleep to go away.

"You went behind my back and got Kate's stuff from the police station, and Stiles says you know-"

Cadmus stood up, and suddenly he didn't feel so tired anymore. "Oh, that's why you're mad," he snapped at her. "You're mad because I finally figured out the truth. That werewolves exist."

"You don't know the whole story!" Allison shrieked. "There's more to the story-"

Cadmus narrowed his eyes at her. "Oh, do you know it?" he asked harshly. "Maybe you'd like to share with the class?"

Allison recoiled. "Cadmus, I'm trying to protect you, you have to understand that." Suddenly, she was calm.

"Protect me from what?" Cadmus asked. "The truth? Why would you keep this from me, really?"

Allison sighed, bringing her hand up to her face. She looked like she wanted to cry, and she felt like she wanted to. It was the guilt finally catching up to her. "What do you know?" she finally asked, quietly.

Cadmus's hand shook angrily as he gaped at his sister. "What do I know?" he repeated. "Well, let's see. Our parents are secretly murderers and they hate me for some reason, werewolves exist, Kate and probably the rest of our family hunt them unfairly, and you, apparently, are allergic to telling me the truth, since all you've done since I got back was lie to me about everything!"

Allison winced, guilt swirling in her stomach as she noticed the betrayed expression written all over her brother's face. She took a small step forwards, reaching out for him. "Cadmus..."

Cadmus jerked his arm away, taking a step back. "Don't talk to me," he snapped, narrowing his eyes. "Come back when you want to help me."

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Cadmus stood off to the side with Matt, watching as his sister climb up the rock wall with none other than Scott McCall, the teenage werewolf. The rest of the class was milling about, not really paying attention as the two climbed. Cadmus was at least six feet away from the rest of the class, his arms crossed broodily. He wasn't in the mood to speak with anyone.

He snorted in amusement as he saw his sister kick Scott off of the wall, and he fell down, stopping a foot above the mat. The rest of the class laughed, and Coach Finstock laughed, sitting down on the mat next to Scott. "McCall, I don't know why, but your pain gives me some special kind of joy," he chuckled, pointing to his chest, where his heart should be. "Right here!" Scott moaned from his position on the floor, and the coach stood up. "Next two! Stilinski and... Erica!"

Cadmus frowned as he watched the blonde girl nervously approach the wall. Stiles looked like he was having no issues, but the girl with the frizzy hair seemed on the verge of a panic attack. The youngest Argent's dark eyes followed Stiles as he sped up the wall. He had to admit, the kid had some skill when it came to climbing. Soon enough he was going back down, grinning in triumph at his win. But Cadmus' eyes went back to Erica, noting how she was only about seven or eight feet off of the ground. Her shoulders were shaking, and somehow Cadmus knew it wasn't from strain, it was from fear.