pull me closer {teen wolf}

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I parked the car beside Allison's. As we got out, I saw my brother get out of the car with Allison. Issac and I joined the others - Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Alex, and Allison. The plan was set in motion.

"Anyone else think we might be doing more harm than good?" Lydia voiced out.

"We're trying to keep a father from killing his own daughter," Stiles reasoned.

"Actually... " Issac began. "... we're trying to keep a guy from killing a coyote, who is actually his daughter."

"Who we don't know how to change from a coyote back to his daughter," Alex added.

"Again with the not helping!" Stiles noted, frustrated. "Seriously, your choices on men. Profoundly disgusting."

"What? Am I supposed to ask you who I should date?" I questioned, crossing my arms.

"You know, maybe you should," he retorted. "I have great taste in men."

I scoffed. Scott had rolled his eyes and said, "Did you bring it?"

Allison opened the trunk of her car and slammed it after taking out a large gun with a long, thin barrel.

There was a gunshot. Scott and Issac looked that way. Scott started getting on his motorcycle. Issac looked at me. With my eyes, I pleaded he didn't head to the place where the gunshot sounded from. But he wasn't only loyal to me, he was loyal to Scott, too. So he went after him.

"Allison!" Alex called. She had run after them, then Alex ran after her.

I groaned and opened the car. I opened Alex's case and took one of his daggers. You know, in case.

"Your dad, Stiles," I told him as I headed off. "Call your dad."

I ran in the direction they went. I ran as fast as I could and eventually saw Alex, Allison, and Issac's back. They stopped for a moment. There was another gunshot.

I ran, catching up to the rest of them. I stopped, looking around. I had definitely heard something - a distant gunshot.

"You hear that?" I asked them.

Issac looked around, then back at me. He hadn't heard a thing. Allison was still looking around and Alex shrugged.

"I heard something... " I trailed off, taking a step in that direction. Remember when I said it was stupid to go in the direction in which you heard or saw something? I mocked how that happened in horror movies? Yeah... I'm still stupid.

"Lucy!" Issac called after me.

I ran down hills in zig-zag patterns through the trees. They started to get thicker and thicker the further I ran. It turned dark, it was nighttime. I couldn't believe I ran for hours straight.

There was another gunshot. It was a gunshot that seemed real, but not at the same time. And that's when I knew I was hallucinating. I must have been.

I ducked down as I heard voices and guns started shooting at me. A net was thrown over me and I blacked out.

When I woke again, I couldn't tell where I was. It was black everywhere. I was laying down on some hard surface. I went to take off whatever was on my face, but my hands were tied. So were my legs.

"Weak." The voice of my mother. "We were always the weakest! The low of the tribe. I mean, what's so powerful about feeling emotions and hearing thoughts?

"It's why I taught you combat," she went on. "Why I taught you the bo staff, yet you broke it."

"I didn't break it... " I murmured.