OᑭEᑎ ᗯOᑌᑎᗪ ◎ ℍ𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕜𝕒𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕠𝕟 ◎

Chapter 23

Scott breathed painfully as the wolfsbane filled room poisoned and weakened him. They wanted to know where someone was. They knew about me being a werewolf. Hunters. Monroe's army.

Scott lifted his heavy head to see guards with electric batons and wearing gas masks. Cold sweat beaded down Scott's chest. 

He hurt all over, his body felt like he had been struck by lightning dozens of times. He couldn't see clearly. He only saw blurs and colors, nothing definable.

He dropped his head and closed his eyes with an exhalation of breath.

Hours have passed since he was last able to breathe normally. Not good for a werewolf that used to have asthma.

He heard shouting and what he thought was gunfire. Or maybe his hearing was deceiving him. He was too weak to lift his head. The two guards fell to the floor before two new figures clouded his vision.

Scott felt a pair of warm hands on his sweaty cold face. A voice called out his name, "Scott?" It was unrecognizable and distorted. Scott looked at the vague shape with blurry eyes. He couldn't see much.

"I'm not ready, mom," Scott sounded barely over a whisper. "I... need...Hope," Scott breathed out before falling unconscious in someone's arms.

***

Hope looked at Scott's tortured body. He was covered in large bruises, dried blood, and sweat. "What's wrong with him?!" Hope exclaimed. "He's been poisoned with wolfsbane. It's dampened his regenerative powers and drains his strength." Stiles explained lifting Scott over his shoulder in a fireman's carry.

Stiles looked at her before urging Hope to focus, "Hope, I need an exit. Or we're all dead." Hope shook her head before heading down the hall. 

Stiles pulled her back as bullets flew passed them down the hall. Stiles set Scott down on the floor before rounding the corner and firing his assault rifle at the squad of armed men at the opposite end of the hall. 

"HOPE! EXIT! NOW!" Stiles shouted dropping the soldiers one-by-one.

Stiles pulled the trigger before hearing it click, "AMMO!" He shouted before running down the hall where Hope had pulled Scott by his arms. Scott was speaking nonsense, "I'm not a monster." 

Stiles looked at Hope. "You don't happen to be able to conjure up an army killing weapon I can use, can you?" Stiles asked. Hope looked at Stiles. 

"I got something better." She said before turning into a wolf and running at the men. She slaughtered the remaining men before returning to Stiles and Scott, covered in the blood of the men. She shifted back into a human, naked. Stiles threw her his denim jacket that was too large for her.

"Good thinking." Stiles told her as he picked Scott up. "Let's get out of here." He sounded. Hope opened the exit door, and they ran to Stiles' Jeep.

Hope sat in the back of the vehicle with Scott as Stiles drove away. Stiles grabbed his revolver and fired out the window at three armed men that were chasing them. Each dropped dead to the ground.

Scott stirred on Hope's lap as he groaned in pain. 

Stiles checked in the rearview mirror after a couple of hours of driving before letting out a breath, "I think we're good."