A Fan in Teen Wolf

Chapter 4

My hands scrambled from the leaf and rock covered ground and into coarse fur as the larger and heavier form kept me pinned as its teeth sunk deeper into my shoulder making another whimper of pain leave my mouth. Holy Doflamingo and his sexy ass this hurt like a goddamn mother! It took me a moment to fight past the complete agony to take note that the large werewolf, who was likely Peter Hale, was giving out a rumbling growl like purr as he lifted his large muzzle to begin licking at the wound cleaning it of blood.

"Don't eat me," I breathed with some fear as my wide hazel eyes overlooked what I could see of the very large wolf, not monster thing he had been in the show, but an actual huge fucking pure black wolf with burning red eyes.

"I can promise my tiny body is nothing but skin and bones that will give you indigestion."

If I wasn't in pain and filled with fear, because holy crap this is real and not a goddamn show, I would have thought the growling huffing noise the wolf was making was it laughing at me. Which honestly was hella rude.

"Mars?" called out Scott as the sound of a twig snapping could be heard making the large, and still laying on top of me, wolf to growl and snarl as it got back onto its paws keeping me trapped under it as it hunched forward to attack.

"Mars are you out here?!"

"Scott don't move," I shouted back making the sounds of twigs and such to still. "I fell a minute ago so give me a minute and I will meet up with you at the jeep."

"Are you hurt?" questioned Scott voice raised.

And honestly if I wasn't afraid of him turning on my brother and becoming the stupid dick I knew from the show, I would have answered yes as Peter, please be Peter Hale, bit him.

"Skinned my knee," I answered moving to wiggle out from under the scary ass werewolf who had gone still as he listened to the conversation. "Just give me a moment."

Only things didn't go as I would have wanted as the werewolf gave out a louder snarl of warning catching Scott's attention as the wolf leaned further down to pin me to the ground making me huff in frustration. Because honestly, I was not going to stay here trapped!

"What was that?" asked Scott as I heard him begin to walk forward again as the flashlight in his hand panned to where I laid trapped under the wolf.

The next few moments happened before I could even give a shout of warning as Scott appeared in the small clearing eyes widening at seeing the very large wolf pinning me down, to the werewolf surging forward and biting down on Scott's side, making him scream in pain.

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The werewolf didn't stick around after that taking off deeper into the woods after sending me an intense look before taking off leaving Scott and I there on the ground bleeding from bite marks he had given us.

"Tripped my ass," groaned Scott as he struggled to his feet. "Were you trying to get fucking eaten Mars?!"

"Oh, I'm sorry," I snapped as I allowed him to help me stand up even as I swayed as my hand moved to cover the large bite covering my shoulder. "Next time I won't try to save you from getting eaten and tell you to come on forward!"

"It was pining you down," shouted Scott with frustration only to groan as he slammed a hand over his bleeding side. "Why the hell did it just bite us and run? Did it have fucking rabies?!"

"Does it look like I speak wolf?" I sassed running a hand through my hair that had twigs and leaves stuck all throughout it.

"It looked like it was protecting you," mused Scott as we began to backtrack to where Stiles had parked the jeep.

Lets at least hope he ended up evading our dad and his deputies to be waiting for us. Because I so did not feel like walking all the way home.

"It only attacked once I had moved closer to you."

"Again, I don't speak wolf," I said with a roll of my eyes as my eyes moved around us with some weariness.

"Where the heck is Stiles?"

"We got separated," answered Scott with a shake of his head and a grimace. "I had noticed you weren't with us, so I had headed back forgetting to let Stiles know. But he knows to meet us at the jeep if something like this happened."

"Lets hope he is waiting for us then," I grumbled even as my breath stalled at seeing the red eyes tracking us in the woods as if making sure we made it out. "I have no clue how I am going to hide this from my dad."

"Wear something that covers it," answered Scott making me send him a deadpan look causing him to huff a small laugh. "I forgot you don't own any shirts like that. Get Stiles to come up with an excuse as to why you have it covered."

"There you two are," shouted Stiles as he stalked toward us eyes wide and filled with worry as he took in the blood and large bite mark on my shoulder.

"What the fudging crap happened?!"

"Attacked by a wolf," answered Scott as he moved toward the back of the jeep. "Stop by Deaton's I have a key so we can get in and get cleaned up before heading home. Neither of us want our parents questioning this."

"There havent been any wolves in Beacon Hills for over sixty years," refuted Stiles as he spun around to head for the driver seat as I moved to take the passenger seat.

"I mean everyone knows that."

"Well they must have migrated back," I snapped giving Stiles a warning look. "Considering I got a good look at what had pinned me to the fucking ground as it took a bite out of me."

"Chill," soothed Stiles as he started the jeep. "Seems legit knowing how you wouldn't bother lying about something like this. Now lets go get you two sorted before we haul ass home, so we don't get caught by dad.

Or worse Melissa."