Author's Notes: Two chapters in the past couple of days! This is only because I'm ill so I don't have much else to do but write. If you like this please favourite/follow or leave a review. If you don't like it then leave a review with feedback to tell me why. It would really be appreciated. It's quite a short chapter this time, sorry.
Isaac. How had he known we were in trouble? I was a little suspicious of that, then I heard the footsteps of some other people and knew Stiles must've contacted them.
Cane stopped in his tracks and looked between them all before dropping me carelessly. I fell to the ground with a small cry before sitting up slowly to look at who was there. My eyes were blurred but I could still make them out.
Scott, Alison and Isaac. Neither of the twins, however. They were probably the only ones from the pack who could take Cane, if what I'd heard of them was true.
Scott stood at the front, his eyes a bright, shining red. It was odd to think that he was a true alpha, one that hadn't needed to kill to gain his rank. Alison and Isaac brought up the rear. Both Alison' and Scott's eyes were on Cane, Isaac's were on me.
"What makes you think two teenage werewolves and a human could take someone like me?" Cane demanded, looking between the three of them as if choosing which he would kill first.
Scott gave a small smirk. "Because we've taken down far worse than you." he replied confidently.
Cane didn't like that answer. I could tell from the way his eyes flashed. Then he suddenly ran at the trio, charging like a rhino towards them. I bit my lip softly and unsteadily got to my feet.
Scott pushed Alison out of the way of Cane as he too moved to the right, Isaac moved left. The alpha then spun around the brutish werewolf and dealt him a blow to his back.
Cane stumbled then snarled, his face going all-out werewolf as he turned to attempt a grab at Scott. Alison took aim with her bow before he managed it, however, and suddenly there was an arrow protruding from just under his kneecap. He yanked it out with a cry of pain. Isaac then leaped on his back and wrapped his arms around his neck, choking him.
I knew that they had it under control and turned back to the house. Head still spinning, I raced through the front door to where Stiles was lying. My fingers fumbled to find his pulse, failing on both his wrist and his neck.
He couldn't be! No! I willed him to prove my fumblings wrong and open his eyes, give me a cheeky grin and say something witty. My own eyes widened slightly and I placed my ear to his chest, hearing nothing. There was no heartbeat. I could feel my heart thudding as though it were ready to burst free of my chest. This was my fault. Why had I came here?
I thought hard on what to do before remembering the First Aid classes I had done before leaving school.
Clasping my hands together, I pressed down hard. I had to be careful not to be too hard. I didn't want to give him another broken bone. I did thirty, then tilted his head back and put my lips to his- blowing into his mouth. His chest rose then fell again as my breath made it to his lungs. His lips felt cold and well...dead against mine. A shudder ran through me at the feeling.
Looking down his chest, I checked to see if he was breathing yet. He wasn't so I resumed the chest compressions. After about three rounds, I felt his heart begin beating on it's own beneath my hands. That feeling almost made me burst into tears. My eyes did blur but I held back the sobs, knowing I wasn't done yet.
My eyes darted around the room, looking for a phone. Both him and his also unconscious father needed a hospital ASAP. Spotting Stiles' mobile, I picked it up and dialed 911. As I did, I looked towards the fighting werewolves to see that Cane was now retreating, running towards the forest.
None of the others seemed hurt, except for the long scratch that Scott had gained down the side of his face. It was already healing though. Isaac's eyes moved to me with an expression of worry. I was okay though, it wasn't me he should have been worrying about.