Healing Love- Stiles Stilinski

Chapter Sixty Six- Hostage

Watching through the sheer curtain beside his front door, Stiles saw four werewolves turn up and stand opposite the house in a group. Two had come in Dereks car and the other two came by foot.

"Hey Allison." He called out to her in the kitchen, grabbing her attention by waving his phone in her face, not taking his eyes off the werewolves. "Call Scott. They need to get here."

Taking the phone, Allison nodded and called Scott while looking up the stairs at where Jackson and Lydia had just gone for a chat. It wasn't long after the ringing that Scott answered.

"Its me."

"Whats wrong?" The worry was evident in his voice, even through the other end of a phone.

"You need to get here now. Right now."

"Okay, I'm leaving now. On my way." Scott ended the call just as he began to run out of the library and away from Interrogating Danny about the disheveled lacrosse pads.

As time passed, Stiles and Allison began to guard the front door and kept a look out for any movement within the group of werewolves as they waited for Scott and Rosie to arrive. Allison had taken her cross bow out and was willing to shoot it if it came to that. And Stiles, well he had himself.

"I got an idea." He finally said after many minutes of silence between the two as neither Lydia or Jackson had come back down the stairs. "Just shoot one of them."

"Are you serious?"

"We told Scott we could protect ourselves, so lets do it. We don't have any of the supernaturals to help us. At least give It a shot right?" For once, he wasn't looking at the werewolves surrounding the house and was looking directly at Allison.

"Okay." Agreed Allison, looking out onto the dark street, straight at the pack of werewolves.

"Look, they don't think we're gonna fight. So if one of them gets hit, i guarantee they'll take off. So just shoot one of them."

Moving the curtain so she was able to see, Allison scouted them and examined each one with her eyes to see if she was going to be capable of hitting them. "Which one?"

"Uh..." Stiles took a quick look at the werewolves, not noticing that there was less than when they first got there. He immediately let his jealousy ride through him. "Isaac. Yeah, shoot him, preferably in the head."

"No, Isaac's not-"

"Okay, just shoot one of the other three then." Interrupted Stiles as he though Allison was defending Isaac as well, like Rosie had done.

"You mean two."

"No, i mean three." He opened the curtain wider and saw that it was just Boyd, Derek and Erica standing out there, smiling broadly. "Where the hell is Isaac?"

Allison breathed heavily as she lifted up her cross bow, aiming it outside in the direction of the pack but was unable to notice Isaac walking up behind her. He grabbed her and threw her o the floor and then went towards Stiles and did the same. Looking down at Stiles, Isaacs eyes were golden and his teeth were like fangs.

As Stiles attempted to crawl away from the werewolf, Isaac continued to drag him closer and almost let Allison go free. She ran up the stairs in order to warn Lydia and found her in the landing, wandering alone.

"Whats happening?" She cried, tears pricking her scared eyes as she walked closer to Allison.

"Get back." Allison commanded her best friend, while constantly looking behind her. "Someones trying to break in, okay? Go. Lydia, go!"