Stiles winces, his head throbbing and every inch of his body aching. Not only because of the intense training session and warm-up he had with the rest of the players, which according to the coach, would keep him in good shape for tomorrow night's match.

Yes, of course he would be thrilled. That is, if he didn't fall to the ground groaning in pain while imagining a hundred ways he could get hit by the lacrosse stick and suffer an injury worthy of a horror movie.

"You look like crap, you know that?" Liam comments looking at his face like he's a piece of alien shit.

"Ah, thank you very much, almighty werewolf." He mumbles ironically, sending his middle finger in the direction of the smaller boy who leaves the locker room laughing in his face.

Stiles grumbles to himself, removing the towel from his waist and stepping under the cold shower, hissing in pain as he feels his body tense.

"Holy shit. Were you eaten by a wild animal?" Scott's voice draws attention as the alpha basically seems to shudder at the sight of his best friend's back.

"Oh, don't you think a wild animal would be kinder and just eat me right away?" Stilinski responds by rolling his eyes.

"{{user}}?" Scott tries with a restrained smile trying his best not to laugh out loud at his best friend's situation.

"Brilliant deduction. The top prize goes to the all-powerful alpha." Stiles countered and that was enough for Scott to start laughing out loud at the other's misfortune while he changed.

"Do you have masochistic tendencies, man?" He comments between laughs, ignoring the insults he received from Stiles who came out with a towel around his waist after closing the shower. "A Banshee was your love interest, a coyote..."

"Don't finish that sentence, Scotty." He threatens.

"And now you're dating an alpha, man. An alpha! You have weird tastes."

Scott wasn't the best person to talk about this, not after the relationships he'd had. But this one didn't seem to care. Stiles' misfortune was his amusement.

Stiles ignores him as he dries his body and gets dressed, being careful not to worsen the deep, red scratches on his skin. The claw marks went from top to bottom, in a bright reddish tone against his skin, leaving a feeling of anguish and confusion in those who saw it without knowing the story behind it.

"You should ask her to hold back, you know?" Scott advised, picking up the training bag, finally stopping his laughter, even though a hint of amusement shone in his brown orbs.

"Of course, how did I not think of that? I'll growl at her and she'll hear me." He grumbles, mocking the ridiculous suggestion, putting on his shirt between shivers and curses, bending down to put on his sneakers.

"Good question. Talk to her." Scott yells something in the middle of his goodbye with a dirty joke about trying not to destroy the locker room by leaving him with his gorgeous tormentor.

"Hey, little wolf. Did you hear everything?" He grumbles, noticing your silence and internally curses himself for it. You were an alpha, of course you were going to hear that. And everything he had said since he arrived at training that morning.