Blood Moon | A Teen Wolf Fanfiction

Chapter 43

Drake trips over himself as Noah and I try our best to keep him on his feet. Reid must've hit him with some power because it's taken scarcely long to heal from a simple kick to the ribs. Our feet shuffle swiftly through the corridors sprinting and having this sudden fear that something is stalking us from the shadows. We stop every once in a while when Drake needs to rest.

"It hurts like hell." Drake groans as he winces to his side.

"May I?" I say gesturing to his wound under his tattered shirt. He nods. While I reach to lift Drake's shirt up, Noah stays alerted and listens for anything that might take us by surprise.

Lifting the shirt up to his collar bone. But to my surprise, I see nothing. Maybe the wound is internal, not external.

"Is it bad?" Drake says and stares at the ceiling gluing his eyes shut.

"Drake, I," I say but abruptly stop when I notice unusually bruise start to form on his chest. I stay silent as I examine the odd bruise forming at a sudden quick rate. The bruise rapidly starts to get larger and larger. When it covers half of six pack, it stops.

"Allison, what? What's wrong?" Drake pleads as he moans with his aching words.

Ignoring him, I call for Noah. "Hey, Noah. Can you check this out?" I ask.

He turns his head towards our directing quickly. But when I reveal Drake's wound, his face becomes blank.

"What is that?" Noah questions.

"I am not so sure. I think it could..." I answer but I am suddenly interrupting by a group of footsteps that stomp in a marching rhythm.

Demons.

"We have to go." Noah states.

He then immediately comes to my aid in helping Drake to his feet. We dart down the endless corridors lined with bloody and ripped flesh walls. When we reach the dead end that we went through last time and got captured, Noah is the first to speak.

"Nope, not making that mistake." he humors with a serious chuckle.

I sigh as we turn around. But in the corner of my eye, I see a ginger haired women. I flinch and stare at her. Not moving from where my feet stand.

"Allison, what are doing? We have to find another way." Noah calls.

My mother then gestures to the wall with the ripped and tattered drapes hung over it.

"Allison?" Noah curiously wonders.

I don't answer him and just stare at her. For some reason, I want to move but my feet won't take me anywhere. The marching of demons grows louder and louder. Why won't I move? I hear Noah's feet scramble across the floor behind and set Drake down against a wall. He then spins over to meet my eyes. His brown eyes gaze into mine. They narrow and he puts his hands on my shoulders, shaking me. I still don't budge, not blinking. It's like my body won't respond to my mind. Noah shakes me harder but I still don't budge.

"ALLISON!" Noah screams into my face.

And just like that, I snap out of my mysterious trance.

"W-what happened?" I stutter with my words.

"It's like you were brain dead for a second there?" Noah concerns.

"Brain dead?" I question.

"Well, your back and we need to go." Noah intents.

I spin around and listen for the steps that get louder and louder. From behind me, Noah picks up Drake, who swings his arm on Noah's shoulder and around his neck.

"No," I demand then glancing over at the drapes on the wall, "we need to go through there."

I already notice Noah's face growing confused.

"What?" he questions.

"Just listen to me," I demand.

His expression then softens into a smile as I go to take Drake's other arm and wrap it around my own should and neck. Using both of our strength, Noah and I lift Drake clear off the ground with the tips of his boots dragging across the floor and to the drape. Standing before it, I use my free hand to pull it off the wall. After I watch it fly to the other width of the hallway. It reveals another hallway with doors that have bars on them. When we dart in, I lift the drape back over the door to conceal us inside. Then hearing familiar voices, we sprint down the hall checking every cell. When I reach the first one, I notice Scott and Ava inside with the head in their hands. Noah sets Drake down on the floor as he glides to another cell across from the one Ava and Scott mourn in to see Braeden and Chris.

I pull at the bars to make a clank. Ava's eyes dart up to see me. She jolts up from her sitting position and along with Scott start for the bars.

"Allison," Scott says with his face lit up brightly. From behind me, I hear Noah tugging on the bars to set his mom free.

"Babe, it's Supernatural proof." Ava frowns.

"There has to be some kind of keys, right?" Drake says quietly from the ground.

Right. A key. Both Noah and I search the front part of the room. Now to think of it, we haven't even looked to see who else was here in the hallway. But I am more focused on finding the keys.

"Found them," Noah says with excitement in his tone. He lifts them up in the air from a compartment he found in the wall and immediately goes to unlock the first cell that Chris and Braeden sit anxiously in.

As Braeden and Chris pour out of the jail cell, Noah passes the keys to me. I unlock the cell and Scott and Ava does the same. More and more of our pack member pour out of their cells as we set them free. Malia, Liam, Hayden, Derek, Corey, Brett, then Jordan. The whole pack except for my parents. I anxiously power down the hallway, stopping at every jail cell I come across to look inside. Then I slow down when I see one last cell at the very end of the hall that was separated from the rest of the pack's cells by a bunch of empty cells. I walk cautiously into its view with Scott trailing behind me. And behind him, the pack gives one another happy cries. Probably happy to see one another after a long time. But how long have I been waiting? 8 years. 8 years to maybe, just maybe, be able to see my parents alive and in the flesh.

When I get a clear view of the cell, my eyes widen.