"Ana!" Stiles burst through the doors to the school, running in the direction of the gym. He rounded a corner and nearly plowed into her, startling her. "Oh thank God," he bent over, trying to catch his breath.
"Stiles, what are you doing?" Ana asked him as she pulled out her ear buds.
"Yeah, Stiles, what are you doing?"
Stiles didn't need to look up to see Ana instantly tense. He felt his own gut drop and he stood up, swallowing hard at the look of sheer terror on Ana's face. Ana took a step back, looking over Stiles shoulder. "How?" she whispered.
The woman who smelt like death was leaning against the lockers, smiling. "I have to admit, you had me going. I mean, the false scent trails were a good idea in theory, but not really in practice. And the magic," the woman pointed to the bracelet around Ana's wrist, "that was a fancy trick. Might've even worked! But luckily even your shy little self can't resist interacting with people altogether. This little cutie pie," she motioned to Stiles as she pushed off the lockers, sauntering in their direction, "he lead me right to you. I admit this part was too easy."
Ana glanced at Stiles, and the look on her face cut through him. "Oh don't get the wrong idea, Ana. He didn't mean to, I'm sure. But this works out rather well. We have someone to play with!" The woman clapped her hands together gleefully, the sound making Ana jump.
When Stiles glanced over to her, she was shaking her head, and she stood up straight. "No," she said quietly.
The woman stopped, tilted her head to one side. "Even now you're going to be difficult?" Ana growled back, stepping forward and pushing in front of Stiles. The woman grinned, all fangs and red eyes. "Good."
"Stiles," Ana lisped over her extending fangs, "I need you to run."
"But!"
"Please." She lowered her voice, but didn't take her eyes off the mad alpha, "run and don't look back." She slipped the bracelet off her wrist and forced it into his own hand. "Whatever you do don't drop this. It should obscure your scent at least." Before Stiles could protest, he heard the cracking of bones and saw the monstrous black wolf launch in their direction. Stiles ran and tried hard to not look back when he heard a loud crash.
"Ana, Ana, Ana," the woman tsked as she lifted the short girl by her throat and slammed her against the metal lockers. "It really doesn't have to be difficult." Ana glared her with glowing eyes and pulled up her legs up and kicked out, hard, into the alpha's sides. The alpha rolled her eyes and without effort, slammed her down onto the ground. A sick crack echoed down the hall and Ana cried out as her wolf slipped away.
"You know, I thought when I finished off that pesky brother of yours we could avoid this. I mean, I find it very mysterious but also highly annoying. Why won't you just be a good little beta? One little kill. That's all I ask. Finalize the pack bond and be done with it. Hell, I might even leave you be afterwards." Ana's claws sunk into the woman's arm still clutching her throat. "On second thought, that's also unlikely. Now let's get this over with."
When Stiles heard the alpha roar he sunk down to the ground in the chem lab. If someone ever asked him, he'd easily admit that when he heard Scott or Derek do it it made him cringe, but it also made him feel strangely reassured. But this wasn't his alpha and when he heard the echoing, underlying scream that had to be Ana he closed his eyes and hoped one of his pack had heard it.
"Scott! He's here!" Stiles heard a familiar voice far away. Scott. Scott was here. The thought stirred him. He felt gentle hands move him and pain slammed back into him. He felt his lungs give out with the force of it. A growl sounded next to him, and the hands let go, but the pain continued and he just couldn't take it anymore.
"Fuck, Stiles, don't you dare!"
"He's dying!"
"The ambulance is coming!"
"We don't have time!"
The voices were fading and it made Stiles sad. He didn't like that they were fading.
"I'll do it."
A tense pause. "No. I'll do it. You two have enough issues." And then there was a pressure, a burning sensation, and a blinding new pain.