Don't let me burn alone

It was a fucking ride

Last chapter people! I hope you enjoyed it!

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The bulking man that walked inside the ring did nothing for Stiles. He wasn't afraid. He wasn't terrified. He felt calm.

He was thinking of Derek, still back in their cell. He needed to get him out as soon as possible. Knowing that shit was about to down.

The crowd was chanting again, but it wasn't Stiles's name now. No, they were chanting for the big Alpha that would fight Stiles. He grimaced and scanned the crowd again.

Stiles could see Scott's gaping expression and his father's grim one. All of them clearly afraid that Stiles couldn't defeat this man, but they hadn't seen Stiles fight.

Stiles scanned his opponent. He saw that the man favored his left knee. So his right would maybe be weak. What was a little strange for a werewolf, but Stiles would take it. He then saw the determination in the other Alpha's face.

And Stiles just thought: figures that today I would get someone with killer intent. He snarls at the bigger man, making the crowd laugh. He heard the bets against him. And then he hears Peter in between.

''1000 on the Spark.'' It seemed that people around Peter were shocked, but Stiles smirked inside.

''We don't have to do this, dude.'' Stiles always tried to reason with his opponents, but they never listened. They really should.

The man only growled menacingly at Stiles, and Stiles shrugged.

''Your funeral.'' This seemed to tick off the Alpha, and he took a step in Stiles's direction.

But Stiles really was done playing. Knowing that he would get out today, whatever it took, together with Derek.

He let his wolf take over, and he turned into his wolf form right in front of the other Alpha, who looked shocked and scared. Stiles grinned a real wolfish grin now and stepped towards the man.

He backed away before finding his resolve again. He lunged at Stiles, but Stiles was a wolf now. He was faster, stronger, and more determined to finish this fight soon.

Stiles ducked away and sunk his teeth in the other Alpha's right calf. Knowing that that was his bad leg. The crowd was going wild now blood was spilled. The Alpha cried out and slapped at Stiles, hitting him in his flank, but Stiles held on.

The Alpha stumbled and fell to his knees, just what Stiles wanted. He lunged with his whole wolf form at the man's back, tipping him over on his face. Stiles could hear a crunch from the man's nose.

He then placed his fangs on the Alpha's neck, holding him down until the man would submit. The man struggled and tried to get up, but Stiles wasn't playing around.

Stiles bit down harder, not hard enough to kill the Alpha, but enough to let him know that he would if the man wouldn't submit.

The man finally gave up, making Stiles let go. Stiles stepped away when two men came in to drag the other Alpha out. But he stayed in his wolf form. Glaring at Amber.

She was smirking and clearly was glad for the turn of events and that Stiles had turned into a wolf in the ring. She probably was thinking that it would make more money.

She stepped inside the ring, and really, that was what Stiles had been waiting for. He was ready to strike, to tear her apart.

He heard a commotion at the entrance of the building and knew it was a distraction. It would begin now. He heard a phone ring and listened when he heard a familiar voice.