"What the hell do we do now?" Lydia shrieked.
The pack of Alphas encircled the fighter Allison, the sidekick Stiles, and the brainy strawberry-blonde Lydia. With the glow of the full moon upon them all you could clearly see the claw marks penetrating not just the tires but the engine block as well on Stiles' trademark blue Jeep.
If this is how I'm going to go I hope it's quick I'm tired of moving through the motions of what's left of my life. Kate is gone, my mother is gone, I might as well too if now is the time. The thought disappears from her mind just as quickly as it appeared. Who will help Scott? Those trusting brown eyes enter her mind and suddenly she feels anchored. There's so much to tell him. But I'll never get to tell him. He will never get to know. All these thoughts snapped from Allison's mind just as she heard a snap of a bone, Stiles' left hand to be exact.
Just as Stiles moves to be in front of Lydia the Deucalion snatches Stiles by the wrist and proceeds to squeeze with enough force to cause a fracture.
"You will make a perfect tease for coaxing our little puppy pack out to play, cause we have been a little lonely, and are just craving for some playmates."
"Allison, C-c-c-call, call for Scott! Do it now!" Stiles begged with fervent pain.
"Yes, quite lovely, please do make it easier for our little game to proceed."
"Stiles I can't and you know that."
"Allison we NEED help let me emphasize on the fact that the frickin furry giant over her-AH okay! Okay!"
Something just isn't right, which is an understatement when it comes to Isaac's combat skills. For every leg sweep Derek gives Isaac misjudges with a swing only to have Derek duck right under it. But in comparison to an hour or two ago, he is catching on remarkably fast. Scott just can't shake that feeling that something isn't right and Isaac picks up on that real quick as well.
"ISAAC, SCOTT FOCUS!"
A heel of a black boot connects with Scott's temple, like a reflex, the claws are drawn and as quick as a flash of lightening Scotts claws dig into the ankle of Derek's boot. All the weight of Scott is bearing down on a muscular leg throwing Derek through the wood floor of the old Hale house. This has become the 'kennel' as Stiles likes to call it, where all the training sessions have been happening lately with the new knowledge of the Alpha pack moving into Beacon Hills. Following the echo of the wood boards snapping under pressure from a large Derek Hale being thrown through it a female voice can be heard calling out.
"Do you hear that?" Scott mutters. "Listen"
*Distant Female Voice*
Scott just can't make out yet what the female is screaming. Taking long strides out the front door and bounding down the steps he lowers his head towards his chest and begins to zero in on the voice. Taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling he can hear everything from a cricket to the cars crunching over fallen leaves on the Beacon Hills highway. A cloud of breath slides across his parted lips in the cold as he begs to hear it one more time.
SCOTT!
There is no mistaking that voice and call for help. Scott tries to take in a deep breath but it catches in his throat and chokes on the name that escapes his lips.
"Allison."
This is my first time writing and it probably shows but if you do get caught in this story don't worry Ill be uploading the following chapter either tomorrow night or Saturday! I'm going to try and include little pieces from all the current episodes, so ENJOY!