Chapter 9;

One by one, his fellow second and third stringers shot the ball for the goal but Danny stopped each and every one of them. Everyone cheered him as they did. Stiles started to loosen his arm and could barely feel the tingle from his bite now. When it was his turn, Stiles took his stance and then went for the goal. As he moved, he could swear that he heard a lot of echoed breathing. His sight ahead of him seemed magnified and a spot at the net seemed to be magnified to his focus. His arms then pulled on his stick and he launched his ball and like a missile it shot for the goal and Danny ended up missing it. It hit the net of the goal with a mild whack.

Stiles was frozen as he looked at Danny turn from the goal to him. He then saw Danny flash him a friendly smile through his guard and Stiles started to howl in delight. He started to jump up and down from where he stood in celebration. A few others even joined in.

Scott stood from the bench and was clapping. "Yeah! Stiles, whoo!"

Stiles then pointed his net over at him with a wide smile that Scott no doubt had on himself only a few moments ago. His gaze went to Lydia who was politely smiling and clapping for him. All Stiles wanted to do now was drop down in bliss. He could die right now and be happy. Maybe now Lydia would notice.

The only one not smiling or happy was Jackson. He was glaring at both Scott and Stiles. His gaze was of both anger, and suspicion.