After leaving Beacon Hills and returning to find out her best friend got bitten by a werewolf, Jade Valet's life starts to become even more distant to what it was every day.
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"The locker room." Scott calls out to us whist we are scavenging through the school looking for a way out or at least a place to hide ourselves from the monster roaming around.
"Okay." I breath.
We ram into the locker room and breathe out the hilarious amount of running that has just taken place. "Call your dad." The teen wolf demands to the sheriff's son.
"And tell him what?" Stiles retorts whilst flailing his arms around.
"I don't know, anything. Gas leak, a fire, whatever." Scott replies with wide eyes.
"Listen, if that thing sees the parking lot filled with cop cars, it'll take off. Or, worst case scenario it will be drawn to the cop cars and will attack them and us." I add in. Yes, the second part was extremely uneeded but the boys gotta know what the boys gotta know.
Stiles stares at me with slitted eyes and a what the heck look on his face, "Even though it is the bad conclusion here, Jade is right. What if it doesn't go as planned? What if it goes completely Terminator and kills every cop in sight, including my dad?"
"They have guns." Scott reminds us.
"Yeah, and Derek had to be shot with a wolfsbane-laced bullet to even slow him down, you remember that? The sheriff station doesn't have freakin' wolfsbane-laced bullets!" I yell at him even though I was trying to stay as calm and quiet as possible as there is a large monster coming after us and most likely it's plan is to rip us apart cold-heartedly and leave us in the middle of the woods or, possibly even leave us here, in the high school, for everyone to see.
Scott's eyes dart between me, Stiles and then the floor, "Then we- we have to- we have to find a way out and just run for it."
"There's nothing near the school for at least a mile." The human informs the panicked werewolf.
"What about Derek's car?" I suggest and earn slightly relieved looks from both teenage boys.
Stiles places his hands on his hips before replying, "That could work. We go outside, we get the keys off his body, and then we take his car."
The werewolf looks at Stiles from through his eyelashes. "And him."
Stiles sighs and turns to make his way out of the locker room, "Fine. Whatever." Before he could leave, Scott grabs his muscular arm to prevent him for entering the halls. "What?" He furrows his eybrows.
Scott looks at him and then me in concern. "I think I heard something."
"Like what?" I ask with no confusion in my tone whatsoever. We all know what he heard.
"Quiet." The scruffy hair boy shushes us before his eyes widen and he starts walking backwards. "Hide."
