The pack was fighting with all they had.
Scott was covered in scratches and blood. Not all of it his own. Malia and Kira were fighting, backs to eachother, a werewolf attacking on each side. Derek was fighting two at a time, claws swinging at lightening speed. Growls and screams were heard from Chris was, three wolves were down writhering in agony. Dark purple veins running fast to the heart.
Sylvia jumped backwards as Scott swiped at her. A mocking laugh falling from her red lips, fangs protuding in a grotesque fashion, "Thats all you've got little alpha?"
Scott growled annoyed before jumping at her but quickly was hit to the ground with a sickening crack. He howled in pain as his arm fell to his side bareley still connected to his body by the tendons of his bicep. They were losing, and they were losing bad. These wolves were much stronger than anything the had fought before.
"Derek!" Scott shouted and the other wolf glanced at him before beig knocked down to the ground by a claw. Scott winced he probably shouldn't have shouted and distracted him.
"Derek!" Christ shouted as he shot his gun in the direction on the wolf about to rain down on the fallen packmate. The other wolf fell and screamed as four wolfsbane bullets were let loose in his chest and arm.
Malia and Peter ran towards Derek and started to fight the other wolf he had been fighting while Kira kept slashing at a wolf sending lightening into each hit.
"We have to fall back," Peter said picking up the older wolf.
Derek shook his head, "N-No, if we do they- they will run. G-get away."
The older wolf rolled his eyes as the wolf he was fighting fell at his feet, throat ripped out, "Now is not the time Sour-wolf," Derek flinched at the nickname that Stiles usually called him, "You need to get help. So does Scott by the look of it."
Chris had started to shoot at Sylvia while guarding Scott to was having trouble getting back to his feet.
Suddenly a large crack sound rang through the area as a burst of smoke exploded right in front of Syliva. She reeled back and started to cough. She cowered as she held a hand to her face and retreated.
"You get Scott, I'll get Derek!" A voice said and Malia looked towards the cars to see Deaton and Sherrif Stlinski run into the fray. Deaton towards Scott and the Sherrif towards them.
"S-sheriff, " Derek sighed and Peter looked at the sheriff worried. Was Stiles okay? Why was he here? He should be with Stiles!
"Hey buddy, dont worry, Melissa and Morrell are here. they will fix you up," The sheriff said helping peter to get Derek off the battle feild and towards a car that held Melissa and Morrell who were setting up stuff.
"Stiles?" Peter asked and the sheriff gave a little smirk.
"He's getting backup," he replied as Derek was set down so the woman could look him over.
"He's okay? He woke up?" Malia asked hesistantly. Worry for her friend shown clearly on her face. Peter had a more reserved worry but John could see it.
"Yup," The sheriff said not giving more details.
"Back up?" Derek asked as Deaton came and dropped Scott next to the car.
"Oh my god!" Melissa shouted as he quickly started to work on her son.
"I'm o'kay mom. Tis a flesh woun'," he recited with a grimace as his mom started to push his arm back into his socket.
"Now is not the time for jokes Scott!" Melissa repremanded.
Scott chuckled deleriously. He had lost a lot of blood, "'ts what Stiles woulv' said."
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Goner
FanfictionYou're alone. He wasn't sure if he was trying to convince himself that the Nogistune was no longer with him. Or if he was letting himself know, without a doubt, that he deserved, and was, alone.
