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"Where are you two going?"
"To talk to Scott we'll be back."
I sighed and nodded, watching Derek and Isaac leave before turning back to my computer and continuing to work, smiling a little at the chat box that popped up.
Hey birthday girl shouldn't you be out partying?
Shaking my head I typed my answer before going to get a drink.
Hey Matt no I'm on momma duty tonight one of my pups had a seizure last night and I'm watching over her
Opening my beer I went back to my computer as it dinged.
Erica? I thought wolfs couldn't get sick?
I rolled my eyes.
They can't, the Kanima caused it. Anyway, I have a favor to ask. That rave your friend is sponsoring? I need to make sure Erica and Isaac get in.
Sipping at the drink I closed my eyes as the alcohol hit my system.
Let me guess? The Kanima's gonna be there?
Opening one eye I sighed.
Yeah.
There was a few minutes before he answered
I'll put them on the list, don't worry about it.
I smiled.
Thanks hon, I owe you big time.
Closing my computer I went to check on Erica, smiling when I saw her sleeping, walking downstairs I knew to get some rest before the rave tomorrow.
Pulling up to the warehouse I sighed, Erica and Isaac were already inside the building along with Stiles and Scott.
"Something doesn't feel right."
"What do you mean?"
I sighed and looked at Derek.
"I mean it doesn't feel right, something is going to go wrong I can feel it."
He smiled and placed his hand on my thigh as Boyd watched us from the backseat.
"It'll be ok."
I shook my head and got out of the car, looking around for a moment as Derek and Boyd climbed out of the car and joined me. Walking next to Derek we searched to make sure the hunters wouldn't get in our way, as we turned one of the corners we came across the group of hunters. The man from the other night rolled his eyes at us.
"Derek, back off."
Derek and I smirked at the hunter.
"Back off? That's really all you've got? I got to be honest, Chris. I was really expecting more from the big, bad veteran werewolf hunter."
The man now known as Chris smiled at us.
"Okay, then. How about, "Didn't anyone ever tell you not to bring claws to a gunfight"?"
I growled as his minions cocked their guns and aimed at us, hiding my smirk as Boyd leaned over towards Derek.
"Yeah, that one sounded pretty good."
Derek rolled his eyes as we prepared to fight. Within seconds the hunters were shooting at us and we were hiding behind a trashcan. Only taking a moment to come up with a strategy I flipped over the metal container, feeling my wolf clawing at the back of my mind as I slashed my claws at one of the hunters, managing to knock his gun away and knock him out before turning to the next one and continuing to fight, barely flinching as bullets grazed my arms and legs, feeling pain in my stomach I doubled over as the bullet exited through my back. Feeling hands on my waist I let Derek drag me behind a trashcan.
"I think I stopped healing."
Derek panted and looked at Boyd before looking at me as I nodded in agreement.
"The bullets. They're laced with wolfsbane."
Derek panted again as he looked over my injury as I wrapped my arms tighter around my stomach.
"Get her out of here."
I growled at him.
"No, I'm going to help."
Derek shook his head.
"You'll die if you don't leave. Boyd get her to the car. Now."
Boyd nodded without question and picked me up before running as hard and as fast as he could to the car. As my body was jostled I closed my eyes and blacked out.
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