Chapter Twelve

Wendy huddled with Scott and Stiles as they hid from the alpha inside the school. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she stared through the small windows attached to the door. She could faintly hear Scott yelling at Stiles to find a way to lock the metal doors but all she could think about was the hand going through Derek's chest and the blood spluttering from his mouth. She snapped out of it when she saw Stiles running out to get the pair of bolt cutters that he had left outside.

"Stiles!" Wendy exclaimed and she felt her heart jump into her throat as she turned to her brother. "Why did you let him go out there?"

"Oh, where were you when he decided to go out there?" Scott asked her.

As she was about to say something else, she saw the alpha coming around the back of Stiles' jeep. Her eyes went wide as she watched Stiles run back inside, jamming the bolt cutters into the door mechanism. The alpha was suddenly gone and the trio backed quickly away from the door. Wendy turned to her best friend and hit him in the chest.

"Ow! What was that for?!" Stiles asked rubbing his chest.

"Don't you ever scare me like that EVER again or I'm going to be the one that kills you," Wendy said and she stuffed her trembling hands into her pockets.

Before Stiles could say something, the alpha let out a loud howl and they took off into the school, looking for a better place to hide. They ran into the first empty room and started to block a classroom door with a desk but then Stiles pointed out that a door wasn't going to keep it away. They stopped what they were doing and turned to Stiles.

"It's your boss," Stiles said suddenly.

"What?" Scott and Wendy asked in twin speak.

"Deaton, the alpha? Your boss," Stiles told him.

"No," Scott said shaking his head.

"Yes, murdering psycho werewolf," Stiles said.

"That can't be," he replied.

"Oh come on. He disappears, and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek 20 feet through the air? That's not convenient timing?" Stiles asked.

"I don't know, Stiles, I might have to agree with Scott here. I mean, what if the alpha wants us to think that it's Deaton?" Wendy asked.

"He killed Derek, the guy who happened to be torturing him earlier," Stiles said to both her and Scott.

"No, Derek's not dead. He can't be dead," Scott said.

"Blood spurted out of his mouth, okay? That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury. He's dead, and we're next," Stiles said.

"I actually have to agree with Stiles on this one," she said moving next to him.

"Okay, just - what do we do?" he asked.

"We get to my jeep, we get out of here, you seriously think about quitting your job, good?" he asked.

"That plan sounds foolproof," Wendy said sarcastically.

"I thought so," Stiles said with a nod.

They went to try the windows but they wouldn't open because of the school was climate controlled. Besides, breaking one would have attracted the alpha's attention. Scott's only other plan was running really fast, until he noticed that the hood of the jeep was smashed in. As they tried to figure out what that meant, the battery from the Jeep came flying through the windows. Wendy clutched onto Stiles, her heart hammering away in her chest, and she felt herself calm down when Stiles slipped his hand into hers.

"We have to move," Stiles said to the others.

"He could be right outside," Scott said.

"He IS right outside," Stiles replied.

"Just let me take a look," her brother said.

The coast was clear so they crept back out into the hallway. Stiles suggested they find a room with fewer windows so Scott suggested the boys locker room. Scott then told Stiles to call his dad, thinking that a parking lot full of cop cars would scare the alpha off.

"What if it doesn't? What if it goes completely Terminator and kills every cop in sight, including my dad?" Stiles asked.

"He has a point. The alpha can turn into a freaking wolf, I'm pretty sure bullets won't stop him," Wendy said.

"Then we - we have to - we have to find a way out and just run for it," Scott replied.

"Or, or - and here's a thought - we could play opossum because if we pretend we're dead, maybe he'll go away," Wendy said hopefully.

"That - that is a horrible, just a horrible idea," Stiles replied. "And that's coming from me. Anyway, there's nothing near the school for at least a mile so the whole running idea is horrible too."

"What about Derek's keys?" Scott asked.

"That could work. We go outside, we get the keys off his body, and then we take his car," Stiles replied.

"And him," the twins said.

"Fine, whatever," Stiles said.

They were about to head back out when Scott pulled Stiles to a stop because he heard something. Still clutching onto Stiles' hand, Wendy went and hid in the lockers with the boys. Even though there were plenty of other lockers to hide in, she quickly jumped into the same locker as Stiles. She hid her face in Stiles' chest as she tried to quiet her breathing, her eyes shutting tight with fear. She was trembling pretty badly until Stiles laid a comforting hand on her shoulder and she was calm until she screamed as the door was suddenly opened, nearly giving the janitor a heart attack.

"Son of a bitch!" the janitor exclaimed.

"Quiet!" Stiles and Wendy hissed at him.

"Quiet my ass, what the hell are you trying to do, kill me? All of you, get out," the janitor told him.

"Will you just listen for half a second, okay?" Stiles asked.

"Not okay. Get the hell out of here right now," the man said furiously.

"Listen!" Wendy exclaimed.

"Just one second to explain," Stiles finished.

"Just shut up and go!" the Janitor yelled.

Just as he was throwing them out of the locker room, he was grabbed by the alpha. Wendy screamed as her brother tried to go back in to help him but Stiles grabbed him and forced him to run instead. They ran for a set of doors at the end of the hallway. They tried to bust through but there was a dumpster on the other side holding the doors closed.

"I'm not dying here. I'm not dying at school," Stiles said dramatically.

"We're not going to die," Scott and Wendy told him.

"Not if I can help it," Wendy muttered under her breath as she remembered the vision.

She had been scared since the moment she had that vision and she wasn't about to let that come true. She would do anything to save Stiles and as she gazed at him with hope in her eyes, she suddenly felt braver. She kept pushing on the door along with Scott and Stiles until her brother made them stop. She gave him a quizzical look, wondering why he didn't just use his super strength to open the door.

"God, what is he doing?" Stiles asked before she could open her mouth to speak. "What does he want?"

"Me. Derek says it's stronger with a pack," Scott replied.

"Oh, great. A psychotic werewolf who's into team work. That's - that's beautiful," Stiles groaned.

"Not too surprising, actually. Wolves are known for working better in packs. Well, any canines really," Wendy muttered, thinking back on a book she recently read.

"Now's not a time for you to be spouting facts, Wendy," Stiles replied and she pouted.

They stopped and spotted the alpha on the roof of the school through the hallway windows. It leapt down after them and once again they were running for their lives. Wendy wasn't sure her short legs could make it much longer. They turned into the stair well and flew down the steps to the first floor. Scott, Stiles, and Wendy ran into a basement full of old lockers, with the alpha close on their tails. It doesn't quite seem to know where they are, and Scott motioned for the other two to run.

Stiles decided that they needed to do more than just run. They spotted a lockable room, and he decided that they're going to try to trap the alpha. He pulled out his keys and tossed them into the room. When the alpha went for it, he slammed the door shut, and they tried to block it with a desk. It seemed to have worked, and the boys smiled at their cleverness. As per usual Wendy had her doubts about this plan and she was right to when Stiles began teasing it.

"Stiles, I don't think that's a good idea. Actually, I know that's not a good idea," Wendy told him.

"Look, it's trapped, okay? It's not going to get out. Yeah, that's right, we got you," the scrawny boy taunted the growling wolf.

"Will you shut up!" Scott hissed at him.

"I'm not scared of this thing. I'm not scared of you. Right, cause you're in there, and we're out there. You're not going any - " he was interrupted by the alpha ripping through the ceiling and escaping so they took off again.

As they were running, a vision hit Wendy like a load of bricks and she clutched her head in pain. Stiles and Scott turned to her with wide eyes.

"What? What did you see?" Scott whispered.

"Jackson, Lydia, and Allison are here. They're at the school," Wendy whispered back at him.

"You saw them?" Stiles asked with wide eyes.

"I think, I think my powers are growing," she whispered to herself.

"Did you hear that?" Scott asked.

"What?" Stiles and Wendy asked.

"I know that ring. It's Allison's phone," Scott said. "You were right, Wendy."

Scott used Wendy's phone to call Allison, asking her where she was. She told him where she was and he told her to go to the lobby where they met up with the other girl.

"Why did you come? What are you doing here?" Scott asked.

"Because you asked me too," She replied.

"I asked you too?" Scott asked in confusion and he shared a look with his twin sister.

"Why do I get the feeling you didn't send this message?" Allison asked fearfully.

"Because I didn't," Scott replied.