Chapter 13

The throbbing in the back of Melanie's head finally went away. Part of it had been a hangover and half of it had been from an abnormally large man throwing her to the ground. Stiles, who was also held captive, had been quiet for a while now. Normally he couldn't' shut up. Either he was thinking up a plan or he was that pissed off. Melanie couldn't tell. He was never this quiet. She leaned against the cold concrete wall. Her butt was numb from sitting for so long. Her cheek and lip hurt. Trying to escape earlier only got her and Stiles beaten back by a really PMS woman with the most hideous toes she'd ever seen. She was with the large guy. He could be mistaken for a giant he was so big. Both of them were alphas.

"Stiles, the full moon is tonight," she said, her voice raspy from the tight grip the freakish wolfwoman had on her throat earlier. She wasn't sure, but there had to be bruise marks.

"I know. It's a blue moon," he said flatly.

"What?" Melanie's head snapped toward him.

"Blue moon."

"Oh no."

"Yeah," he mumbled.

"Wait, you know what that means right?" she said. Why wasn't he panicked? His calm unnerved her. He wouldn't look at her. He stared straight ahead at the disgusting sink against the opposite wall. The entire placed reeked like the dumpster out back of the local café.

"Yeah." his moot expression grew even graver. "I was going to tell Scott, but I was kidnapped."

"We have to get out of here."

The doors opened suddenly. Their heads snapped to. three other people were shoved into the room.

"Let go of me!" Lydia screamed, wriggling in the arms of her kidnapper.

The wolfwoman shoved her down to the ground. The giant had Allison and Danny. He pushed Danny then Allison. Allison swung her fist around, getting a lucky shot to his jaw. Her nose and eyebrow bled from trying to escape his clutches.

The giant slapped her across the face, sending her flying backwards. Melanie took her shot and kicked him in the stomach. He keeled over gasping for air. Melanie kneed him in the face. His nose gushed with blood. It dripped to the floor loudly like a faucet and splattered all over her jeans. Stiles went after the wolfwoman, but she kicked him backwards effortlessly. He skidded into the wall.

Melanie dodged a kick coming at her, sliding to the floor on her knees. Swinging her leg underneath her, she knocked her off her feet. The door was so close. Mere inches. Jumping over the wolfwoman, she dashed through it. There was nothing but emptiness.

Dashing past thick, square, concrete columns she made her way for the exit. It was straight ahead and so close. Her bare feet ached with every step against the hard floor. Roars echoed through the abandoned building. They were on her heels. It would take less than a minute for them to catch her, but she reached the door; her freedom. Yanking it open, she was blinded by white sunlight. A shadow quickly blocked it and her chance at freedom was extinguished.

"What do we have here?" The voice was chilling.

Melanie stepped back cautiously. This one's eye's glowed red too. Melanie's last bit of hope dwindled to nothing. Her legs shook, wanting to give out.

"She got past us."

Melanie spun. The giant and wolfwoman flanked her.

"This must be Derek's protégé."

His voice was smooth and dark like syrup. He stepped into the warehouse and stopped only a foot or so in front of her. He wore sunglasses and held a walking stick in his right hand. A light, yet mischievous smile played on his lips. Melanie's fingers twitched as she kept her eyes on the outside. A small weed poked through the asphalt out there and was soaking up the midafternoon sun. Her gut tightened. She knew that somehow he was more dangerous than the others though he seemed more sane then they did.

"I'm nobody's bitch," Melanie spat.

"I see," he said.

The way he spoke. It was so proper, making Melanie shiver.

"Put her back with the others."

"Deucalion, let us kill her. She's been nothing, but trouble," the wolfwoman said.

"No, Kali. Only a few hours until sundown. We need her alive for tonight. If she is meant to die then she will die. We need all five of them. Though, I do have a feeling she will not die. She's strong. She's been around werewolves before," Deucalion said.

Melanie watched the exchange. The discussion heated up and she took her shot and ran for the door. Deucalion caught her around the throat and threw her backwards roughly. She skidded on her palms. Her jaw shook with shuttering breaths.

"I may be blind little protégé, but my other senses are much stronger," he said.

The one he called Ennis growled at her.

"Take her back," Deucalion ordered.

Ennis grabbed her by the throat, almost cutting off her air supply. Melanie coughed, grabbing his fingers, trying to get him to let go. Sharp intakes of air hurt felt like cuts down her windpipe. The ceiling of the warehouse obtained a pattern of black polka dots in mere seconds.

"You're such a pain, and I'm going to be sure that it's you that dies tonight," he said gruffly.

Her feet dragged on the ground. It wouldn't be her tonight. Nobody was dying tonight. Kali, behind them, smiled. Her canines had elongated.

"Good luck," Melanie croaked.

He stopped and threw her backwards. She hit the opposite wall just as Stiles had then fell to the ground on her stomach knocked out cold.

"Mel!" Danny yelled. He slid to her side. "She's unconscious."

He looked up at their captors. He pulled Melanie into his arms and held her. Stiles came to her other side and checked her head. A trickle of blood slid over her temple like a tear.

"What do you want from us?!" Danny exclaimed.

"You'll see very soon," Kali said then slid the door shut. It clicked loudly from rust, locking.

Danny looked at the others. Stiles moved back over to Allison and used his plaid shirt to clean Allison's eyebrow the best he could. He avoided eye contact with Danny. There was no way Danny was getting out of this without finding out about Scott. What did that matter now? It looked like none of them were getting out. One key player was out cold and the other was barely conscious and nearly ready to join the unconscious one. What would Scott do, Stiles wondered.

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