I do not own Teen Wolf and I don't own Werebear toy brand.
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The trio ran up the stairs towards the sounds of the intruders. Scott caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Genim and Derek hadn't hit the landing yet so they had more time to avoid the ginormous person that was coming their way. A huge fist, however, hit him in his face. It hurt a heck of lot. Understatement of the century.
The sensation of weightless was disorienting but not unexpected. The realization and dread at why gravity wasn't working at that particular moment was less fun. Then there was the thud. Oww. God damn, who knew that wood floor hurt more that carpeted ones. Luckly, he hadn't hit the other two wolves on his way down. Maybe that was more like unfortunate, at least he would have had some cushioning, then.
Scott picked himself back up off the ground and wearily ran up the flight of stairs again. Derek was engaging a man-beast but Genim was stuck behind him waiting for an opening to get past the two. The fight was bottlenecking the hall way.
Happily, Scott had helped design the house. Well, he had contributed ideas to the house's reconstruction. Therefore he had the advantage of knowing an alternate route. He tapped Genim on the back and had to dodge another fist for his trouble. After the friendly fire, Genim realized who was trying to get his attention. Scott nodded his head in the opposite direction towards the other end of the hall way.
The two wolves ran away from the fight and turned the corner. On the second floor there was a hallway on either side of the center rooms allowing them to take the long way around. It didn't really matter what direction they chose, Peter and Kate were on the third floor. If Scott had to guess, that would be where these creatures were heading.
Like Malia said, whatever they were, they smelt like bear. It was a stale musk and had a lingering scent of dust. Like a taxidermy animal that spent too long in an attic. They also were covered in bones and wore some sort of animal skull on their heads. The leather pants and the bone necklace gave them an Indian feel. Or was he supposed to say Native American. He always got confused with those terms. "Hey, Genim, would you say they were Indian."
"Dot or feather?" Genim asked with a grin easily keeping pace with Scott.
"Uhhh, did you see any feathers?" Scott replied trying to remember the particular detail.
Genim gave him an incredulous look. "Dude, I don't think it matters. "
"Then why'd you ask?" Scott yelled as they turned another corner. The wood floor echoing the thuds of their galloping feet.
Genim gave a startled bark of laughter and shook his head, "Scott, man, when all this is over remind me to show an encyclopedia."
Their conversation came to an abrupt end when one of bear guys slammed into Genim and the two tumbled out a window. Crash... wumpf. Scott couldn't spare anytime to check if he was ok; as there was another one coming right at him. Not to mention an unbound Kate. She was limping with her hand pressed to the arrow wound Allison had given her. Scott didn't trust the appearance of seeming weakness. Even as a human, the woman had taken on alphas.
Shit, what Scott wouldn't give for backup. Where the fuck was the rest of his pack? As if called by his thought he noticed Kira charge by him. He paused to worry about her for a moment. Then she engaged the undead huntress. They traded martial blows back and forth. Kate might have been stronger but Kira was faster and had better technique, despite her preference for kendo.
Scott watched as Kate barely missed Kira's face and slammed an elbow through the wall. Ouch. It was probably a good thing Isaac had experience fixing drywall. After Kira dodged again she reached through the hole and grasped the electrical wires. Grabbing ahold of one of Kate's wrists, Kira used her kitsune powers to shock the hell out of the were-cat.
Scott realized his girlfriend could handle herself and refocused on his own fight. He should have been paying more attention because he found himself tackled through a wall and into a room. He hoped that the pack could afford the repairs. With their luck, stuff like their current fight would no doubt occur in the future. He, once again, jumped to his feet. The werewolf pummeled the bear of a man striking over and over again. But it did little good. It was like hitting a brick wall. Only Scott's knuckles were hurt.
Scott suddenly realized that he preferred to have his feet firmly on the ground. Flying through the air just wasn't for him, he decided. Mr. Muscly had thrown the alpha out of the room. He was glad it was through the hole they'd previous made and not through another wall. Little wins. He really didn't like going through the window, though. Hundreds of tiny cuts made by sharp pieces of broken glass weren't all that fun. It didn't matter that they healed almost instantly.
And another thing, a pane that big cost a lot of money. That was it. They were going to return the still intact windows and spring for bullet proof glass. Better security and they wouldn't have to fix it all the time. As for fire codes, they could get those window sills that popped out. Yeah. That sounded good.
Building plans stopped. Scott grunted as he hit earth. There was that 'wumpf' noise again. It was the noise of a body hitting solid ground. He lay there trying to find the air that had so abruptly left him breathless. He took a huge inhale only to have it knocked out of him. Stupid werebear felt like he weighed a ton of bricks.
The douche could have landed anywhere, but no, he decided to land on Scott feet first. Yep, his ribs were definitely broken. It was going to be a bitch to re-brake them so they could properly set. Sometimes werewolf healing could be a real pain. At least he knew that any internal organs he'd burst would be fixed next in no time.
Through his haze, Scott was glad to see the hulking man-beast sprout arrows like a porcupine. He silently cheered Allison. Then man-best used an arm to break the shafts of the arrows sticking out of him. Shit. It was like the thing couldn't even feel pain. And dude was still standing on him.
When the Hulk gained a bleeding third eye, Mr. Argent jumped to the top of Scott's favorite people list. The werebear toppled over backwards. Timber. Scott thankfully was able to gasp a much needed breath of fresh air. Wait, no, he could think of a better comeback, than that. Scott wasn't a lumberjack.
"The bigger they are, the harder they fall." Dammit Stiles. That was supposed to be his witty comment. Scott was helped up by his best friend.
"Really, you couldn't think of something less cliché?" Lydia had to rain on their parade. Both of the boys glared at her. "What? That was pretty lame."
Scott groaned, holding his abused abdomen. He limped to the cluster of the Pack's allies standing out on the lawn. Stiles slung an arm under his shoulder for support. Scott gratefully accepted the help. Stiles almost buckled under the sudden weight. Scott didn't look that big but werewolves were dense suckers.
"If the others could've held out as long as you, buddy, we could have got them." Stiles told him. Scott looked at him in askance. "Kate, Peter, and the other two bone heads are gone."
"Heh," Scott huffed out a laugh and said, "I thought Peter was on our side." He wasn't surprised to be wrong, though.
"When has Peter ever really been on our side?" Erica asked disgusted. She was nursing an arm. It must have healed wrong too. "Peter is only on his side."
"He helps us when it suits his agenda" Isaac confirmed what they all already knew.
Derek spoke up coming out of the house, "He probably decided to cut his losses when we locked him up in the room."
"He knew we don't trust him." Cora said following Derek out. "He wasn't going to be able to spin it his way this time."
Scott tiredly rubbed his face. Too much was happening in too little time and Scott hadn't had enough sleep. None of the pack had. The question was could they put off their problems long enough for a little rest? Could they afford not to?
"What happened?" Scott asked his Pack.
Derek went first. "Whatever that thing was, it was too much for me." That was a big step for Derek. "Isaac and Cora came to help. But nothing we did seemed to faze him. It was as if they couldn't feel pain."
Many of the wolves nodded in agreement. Cora continued from where Derek left off. "He was obviously winning, and then out of nowhere, he jumped out of a window. He just… ran away. Why would he do that?"
"Distraction." Lydia said putting it all together, "It'd give Peter and Kate time to get away."
"The same thing happened to us." Lexie offered.
"When Stilinski came out the window," Laura told them, "Lexie and I went to help."
Genim joined in, "We were able to fend him off but we weren't making a dent. Then like Cora said, he just ran away."
"Anyone else?" Scott asked. That accounted for only a fraction of the wolves who moving stiffly.
"We," Jackson said gesturing to Erica and Boyd, "were told to check on Peter."
Erica took over, "He wasn't really about the fight. He was just trying to get away. Although I got to say, he's no slouch."
Boyd might have been quiet but he wasn't silent on the important stuff, "He wasn't tied up anymore and he'd broken the ash line but we opened the door."
"He could've broken the lock even if we hadn't opened the door." Erica argued with her boyfriend.
"But he didn't" Boyd said. Erica huffed and crossed her arms but she didn't say anything else.
"Guys, its ok, I don't blame you." Scott told them. Hopefully that would head off any serious bouts between the couple. They just didn't have time for in-fighting at that moment. "You said you were told?" He questioned Jackson. Despite trusting the others and knowing it was a good idea Scott bristled at some else giving his pack orders.
"Isaac gave the orders." Jackson told his alpha without hesitation. That was alright then. Isaac was second in command after Derek. Stiles was pretty high up there but he wasn't a wolf so it was a little iffy on his standing in the Pack. Better to avoid him telling the Pack what to do anyway, who knew what he'd have the teens doing.
Isaac tensed when the attention turned to him. The scent of fear abruptly wafted off of him. Scott understood; Isaac thought he blamed him. Scott silently cursed Isaac's abusive father. He quickly tried to think of a way to relax the boy. "Good job, quick thinking." He nodded to Isaac, "What else did you say?"
A much calmer Isaac replied, "I had the twins go to give you back up. Malia and Liam were sent to follow Stiles. He'd grabbed his jar of dust and ran outside. Allison and Braeden went with Kira to check up on Kate. And I heard Satome tell Bret and Lori to run the perimeter with her. To make sure there weren't more, I think. Then Cora and I went to help Derek."
Scott realized maybe he should have stuck around to give the pack those directions himself. He had a habit of acting before he could think things through. But if he hadn't reacted as fast as he had- what would have happened? They would have all gotten away a little sooner. He wouldn't have broken ribs. Huge loss. He couldn't afford to keep making the same mistakes. "Isaac you did better than good." His second glowed at the praise. Good, Isaac's quick thinking had been impressive.
Wait up… Isaac said he sent the twins to back him up. He hadn't hide nor hair of them. "Where're Ethan and Aiden?"
Allison told him, "They ended up taking on Kate after she knocked Kira out."
"Is she ok?" Genim, of all people, asked full of concern.
"Yeah, Braeden took her to Deaton to have her checked out." Allison told them. "Anyway Scott needed my help more. 'Cause he was getting thrown out a window."
"Thanks"
"No problem." Allison told Scott. "Now we know that bullets work, right?"
"Yeah," Scott said. He tried to think of everyone who knew how to shoot. He counted on his fingers as he silently listed them. He probably looked like a doofus. There were the hunters, of course, Alison, her dad, and Braeden. Then there was the Sheriff, Deputy Parish, he knew Stiles could. So that probably included Genim. Braeden had taught Derek and he was a good shot. Allison had taught Lydia a little but she hadn't been very good at it last he remembered. He couldn't count any of the others as he didn't know. "So we have like 8 and a half people who'd be any good at it."
"Who's the half?" Liam asked.
"Lydia." Scott said simply.
"Hey!" Lydia said, "I've gotten better."
"As long as no one stands anywhere near where she's aiming." Jackson snorted. Lydia turned her glare on him. Whatever brownie points Jackson had earned trying to get back into his ex's good graces just went up in flames. Tard.
Scott rolled his eyes. Something occurred to him about what Stiles had said earlier. "Stiles, dude, what did you mean by you could have had them?"
"Oh," Stiles said remembered, "Lydia and I made a circle around the house. By the time we were finished they were already gone."
"Huh." Scott commented. That was a pretty smart idea.
"I'm all out, though." Stiles said holding his empty jar.
Lydia held out a bowl, "I have a little left."
There had to be a better way to put up a protection. The animal clinic was made of Mountain Ash. Maybe they could put a little picket fence around a garden. Then have the garden around the house. They could then put the dust around the doorways when they wanted to keep something in or out. Overkill, he felt like Ezma. That wasn't really safe for the home of werewolves, though. The fire went through Scott's mind as a prime example. It was worth thinking about, right up there with bullet proof glass. He would talk about it with Derek later.
What do now? That was the question.
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AN: Wow! We have actually broken the 100 review marker. I am kinda amazed. I know that 100 is not a lot for many of you but this is pretty much new for me. I wanted to thank you guys. As much as I would like to tell you that I am giving you a new chapter because I'm grateful; I'm not. I'm giving you a new chapter because my beta has just finished checking it from a couple months ago. Kin is really awesome and took some time out of her very, very busy schedule to proof my story. So it is because of her you have a new chapter so soon. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.
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