Hybrid

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Stiles groaned into his pillow as the alarm blared to life, bring a loud, constant sound to the room. Str Niger than he meant, Stiles smacked his hand against the alarm, silencing it with an annoying crack. He groaned again before making is way out if his bed. He could already fell the moon drawing his power, preparing for the eclipse, in a shit way, Stiles though to himself as he dressed with weak muscles.
Stiles already felt weaker by the time he reached school. His dad had offered to let him stay home, for he was also taking a day off, feeling just as weak as Stiles. Being older didn't help with situation, and he insisted he stayed to keep him company, but he didn't want to seem suspicious. Especially with the new pack in town.
Him and his fried s had taken extra precaution after his discovery, keeping quite and never drawing to much attention to themselves. Stiles made sure there scents were covered everyday, checking the potion he had received from the witch every night. They needed to stay hidden, or else chaos would ensue.
He stayed in the car for a while, gathering himself before jumping out, walking towards a tired looking Isaac. Erica and Boyd were next to him, looking just as exhausted. Eric's didn't look  o be wearing any makeup. The action exposed the font circles under her eyes. Boyd looked better out of the group. He always had a stoic face, so it wasn't to much if a difference, Isaac looked fine as well, but he lacked his usual per key attitude. It was instead replaced with a lazy, tired version of Isaac that Stiles liked to avoid.
He smiled weakly at them, straighting his posture before the four walked into school.

First period goes by slow, then followed by a tortures hour of math.
Stiles quickly checkes his phone. 10:34am. He had 26 minutes left before the bad eclipse started. The bell rang loudly, making Stiles' head pound.
Students rushed out the door, heading for their next class. Hundreds of footsteps filled Stiles ears, simply doubles Ng the pain in his head. He zig zagged his way through the mass of students, running out of the school, diving into his car. He only had to wait for a few minutes before Isaac and the others were in the car, hands over their ears and eyes squeezed shut.
Stiles speed away from school, heading towards the outer edge of Beacon Hills. The road was slightly fuzzing, but her managed to stay within the boundaries if the tar, his hands gripping the steering wheel so his knuckles were white.

The eclipse had started.

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Lydia, Allison and Kira entered the school, the pack walking sluggisgly behind them, looking absoloutley wasted. Lydia hurridley looked at her phone. 10:02. Less than an hour. She and the others helped the pack to class before seperating themselves. Kira, who was better than the others, moaned tiredly as she sat in between Malia and Scott, slumping against the desk. Their Biology teacher didn't think much if it as he continued to speak nonsense. The pack continued on like this until the mark hit, and their heads began to hammer away painfully.

It was 10:54 when the pack were wandering around the parking lot. Scott, even in his mistake state, found it odd that he couldn't pin point the boys scent, Or his silver. car. If he was in his right mind, he would have told the pack, but the constant pounding in his head distracted him enough to make him forget his previous thoughts. It was past 11 by the time they recahed the pack house. Derek looked horrable, being the Alpha, it was slightly worse for him than it was for the rest of his pack. Everyone crowded inside, hardly surprised to see Deaton and Chris sitting in the living room. There was a small, black box in Deatons grasp. The smell, being absolutely horrid, made the pack scurry awake, hands over their noses. Lydia came up next to Deaton while Allison sat by her father. The vet silently opened the box, revealing several vials filled with a green liquid. He handed each member of the pack a vial before ordering them to drink it. "W-what isssss i'i-it?" Jackson asked, his voice in a drunken like state, his mind spinning. "A special species of lichen used on eclipses and full moons. It helps you to resist". The veterinarian replied formally, setting the box in the coffee table. Hesitantly, everyong drunk from the vial, disgusted looks on their faces. "It shouldn't take long to work. We'll head out now". Chris stated, walking out of the house to his car, Allison trailing behind him.
Kira and Lydia helped the pack back to the veichles with Deatons help. The vet stayed inside the house incase they managed to being the hybrid back. Hopefully, he thought,

As they drove around beacon hills, the were's senses slowly returned until they were back to health. Of course the eclipse weakend them, but no where near as bad as before. "Better?" Lydia asked, receiving a nod from Jackson, Scott and Liam. She knew the rest of the pack could here her, so she just assumed they were all better, seeing as no one had crashed yet.

Due to the eclipse, the hybrids scent would be a lot easier to pin point. Derek got it almost instantly when they passed the forest.

He directed the pack as he drove in front,others following the Camaro closely. The drove for a few more minutes until they found themselves at the boundary if the town, furtherest away from Beacon Hills. By the time they were there,nit was already 5 o'clock. The sky was already beginning to fade into a darker blue while small, white starts appeared.

The pack climbed out, immediatley smelling a foreign scent, along with Allisons. "There already here!?". Liam asked in disbelief, referring to the hunters. "It doesnt matter now. Just find him!" Derek growled before half-changing, disapearing into the forest, eyes glowing red. The rest of the pack did so before splitting up and running into the forest. Kira drew her sword while Lydia remained silent, ready to use her voice for self-defence. The two girls stuck toegther as they ran through the dense forest, making sure to keep their footsteps silent.

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Stiles ran. He ran and ran and ran. He wasn't to sure were his freinds were, but they'll be doing the same thing as him. Hopefully running. His brain pounded in his skull, along with his heart, which was going a million miles a minute. He and his friends and panicked at the smell of hunters littering the forest, but the eclipse continued to weaken them until they soon found themselves all alone, and running with no sense of direction.
His muscles ached, covered in light bruises and scrapes that refused to heal. His scent was screwed but he knew the hunters were close, heavily armed with wolfsbane. It wouldn't effect him, but it would most certainly slow him down a great deal.
He continued to run for what felt like hourse until a gun fire went off, a bullet grazing him in the edge of his shoulder. He cried out, landing on his stomach painfully. The impact knocked the air out of him, but he wasn't willing to give up, not now. He moved to cover the wound with his hand but found it more painful than leaving it be.
Of course it was wolfsbane.
Shakily ,he stood, stumbling through the forest, using the trees for support. He could hear the hunters footsteps stomping towards him. Their guns rattled, the yank fully giving away their position. It helped Stiles to give him some idea of where he should and should not go. He still stumbled on his own feet, but managed to stay upright as he continued to run.
Somehow, with the loud ringing in his head, Stiles could hear a new set of footsteps, one that sounded like the host was in on all fours.

Werewolves. Great.

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