The Other McCall

Chapter 12

Scott jumped across the table, joining me and Stiles on the other side. I was pressed in between the two of them, trying to slow down my breathing. Stiles moved, trying to look into the boiler room through the door window. "What are you doing?" Scott asked him, slapping Stiles' arm.

"I just wanna get a look at it." Stiles objected, jumping when Scott hit him.

"Are you crazy?" I accused Stiles, whisper-yelling at him.

"Look, it's trapped, okay? It's not gonna get out." Stiles said, looking down at me. His eyes screamed 'it would be ok' but I didn't believe him. Stiles turned back to the door, looking through the window. He slid onto the table, looking through the window with his flashlight. "Yeah, that's right, we got you..."

"Will you shut up!" Scott and I both yelled at Stiles. We didn't need it getting angry and ripping through the door just to get to us.

"I'm not scared of this thing." Stiles told us. Just then the alpha jumped onto the door, growling, making Stiles fall off the table and onto the floor. "I'm not scared of you." Stiles spoke wearily. Both Scott and I glared at him. "Right, 'cause you're in there, and we're out here. You're not going any-" We heard a loud crash from inside and Scott and I looked back at Stiles. We looked up to the ceiling, hearing the alpha move through the vents. I sucked my teeth, glaring at Stiles.

"Way to jinx it Stiles. I'll make sure it kills you first." The metal above us started to crack under the weight of the werewolf and just before it broke through the ceiling, the three of us started running again.

Once again, I wasn't sure where we were but we had finally stopped running. I was going to be in great shape after all this. Scott put his arm out to stop us, his eyebrows furrowed. "Wait. Do you hear that?" Stiles and I looked at each other. It was his werewolf hearing again.

"Hear what?" Stiles asked.

"It sounds like a phone ringing." Scott answered. I instinctively checked my back pocket to make sure it wasn't my phone.

"What?" Stiles questioned, looking confused.

"I know that ring. It's Allison's phone." My eyes went wide as I ran a hand through my hair.

"What is she doing here?" I asked him. Scott glared at me, though I could tell he was panicking.

"I have no idea Isabella." I folded my arms over my chest. "Give me your phone." He held his hand out and I scoffed, handing it over. He called Allison. I tuned out his conversation with Allison, resting my head on Stiles shoulder. As soon as he hung up, he pushed us to the lobby, trying to get us there as fast as possible. When we saw Allison, I sighed in relief as I hugged her. "Why did you come? What are you doing here?" Scott asked Allison quickly when I let go of her.

"Because you asked me to." Allison stated. Stiles and I looked over to Scott, waiting for a reply.

"I asked you to?" Allison gave him a confused look as she showed him her phone. She showed him a message that Scott had supposedly sent, telling her to meet him here.

"Why do I get the feeling you didn't send this message?" The three of us looked at each other before looking back at Allison.

"Because I didn't." An idea to get us out of here popped into my head as I turned back to Allison.

"Please tell me you drove here." I begged, giving her a hopeful smile.

"Jackson, did." Scott looked back at us, shaking his head. There are too many people here.

"Jackson's here too?"

"And Lydia, what's going on? Who sent this text?" Allison's phone started ringing and she answered it. "Where are you?" She asked the person on the other end, worried. I didn't hear a reply before the doors opened and Jackson and Lydia came through.