Hunted ☾ TEEN WOLF {5}

Old Friends

The only thing that truly annoyed me here was the undying pulse of music. It was constant, and always some trash electronic mix. It felt like I had a permanent headache.

There was never anything else I could hear. My supernatural hearing was limited because of how weak I was, and these walls were too thick to hear any sort of conversation, even just outside the door. This place was definitely transformed to keep Werewolves locked up. I wondered how many had been here before me. How many died where I now sat.

The door had to be some sort of reinforced iron or steel. I spent maybe a day or so trying to break it down without so much as a dent to show for it.

I lifted my head slightly, taking in a deep breath of the Wolfsbane. Maybe I was the first of any wolf to actually be addicted to the stuff. I expected to feel dizzy, but it had no effect. Did they really stop infusing the air? Why?

Then, for the first time since I've been here, I heard something other than the pulse of music. An unbelievable loud roar echoing through the building. I opened my eyes, and through one of the cracked mirrors, I could see my eyes shifting bright white.

No. That's not possible. He can't be here.

There wasn't anywhere I could hide in here. The pillar I'd been sitting up against offered some cover, but anyone who walked in would surely see my legs. I unsuccessfully tried to curl into a ball, but it only caused pain to the holes in my stomach. It was only minutes before I heard the large door scraping against the ground.

"Hey, let go of her!" The first voice I heard wasn't his, but it brought it's own pain. Stiles.... "Hey, Lydia! Lydia!"

The sound of footsteps was confusing, too many to tell exactly how many people there were. There were two loud thuds, like bodies dropping.

"Scott, hey. Come on, wake up, buddy." Stiles said. "Scott, you okay?"

"Yeah..." Scott sighed.

His voice stabbed through my chest like butter. I didn't think I could miss and hate someone so much. I prayed they wouldn't see me. I couldn't handle facing any of them. Not now, maybe not ever.

Now with the door closed, I could conclude that there were three heartbeats in the room. Scott, Stiles, but who was the third? Lydia? It sounded like they took her somewhere else, so who else was with them? Kira? Or possibly Evan.

"They don't have him. They don't have Derek." Scott coughed.

"We know." A female voice said. Not Kira, but I didn't recognize it.

"But right now, they've got Lydia." Stiles informed him.

"Lydia?" Scott asked. "What do they want with Lydia?"

"I don't know..." Stiles sighs. "Hey, what is it?"

"I smell blood..." The female voice says. "There's someone else in here...."

I froze, and didn't dare move a muscle. But my heart was hammering away in my chest. I kept my head low, some of my hair covering my face. But my heart rate went through the roof the closer I heard their footsteps getting.

"Hey, who are you?" Scott asked.

I remained still, I could tell they were close to coming around the corner. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

"Answer him." The female voice demanded. I slowly turned towards their voices, my hair still covering parts of my face.

"Oh my god-" Stiles stuttered, dropping to my side and putting his hand on my shoulder while he used his other to brush my hair back. "Kara...."