My Best Friend The Werewolf

Murder Bunker

Eli tries very, very hard not to panic. Now was not a time to panic. Cause if he panicked than he wasn't getting back up again.

"We just need to borrow this place for a night," Claire says softly, slowly reaching for her staff. Trying to sooth the ghost.

"Get out! Get out! GET OUT!" The voice screams again and Steve winces.

"How do you expect us to get out when you blocked the door," Jim says calmly.

"Get out or I'll kill you!" The voice continues to scream refusing to listen to reason.

"Claire, portal. Please! It's too loud for Steve to handle" Eli yells over the racket.

Claire nods and pulls out her staff. He watches her face scrunch up as she struggles to get one to form.

"It's not working, I think the ghost is blocking my powers!" Claire says and her face becomes panicked as well.

"Come out Ghosty ghosty. We won't hurt you" Toby sing songs, his hammer lighting up.

Then there was silence. Nothing and Steve seems to relax the tiniest bit only to flash his head up.

"Uh Guys, I think we have a problem" He murmurs.

"Now's kinda not the time Steve" Jim calls back.

Eli realises what it is a few seconds later.

"The walls are moving!" He calls.

"Don't be ridiculous Eli, walls do-don't...oh no" Toby says, his hammer hitting the floor before floating a few inches off it. The walls were indeed moving. Towards them, crowding them in.

Steve gets his bearings enough to stand, Pulling Eli close to his side as he looks around.

It very, very quickly gets squishy as Jim and Toby hold up their weapons sideways. Claire trying desperately to summon a portal.

"Come on! Work you stupid Skathe-Hrun!" She grumbles shaking it. It spits out the tiniest portal before dying again. "Urg, Your useless!"

A horrible sound of metal scraping against stone fills the air when the walls get close enough to press against the two ends of Jim's sword.

Eli feels Steve shaking and he looks up to see Golden eyes practically pouring out of Steve's head. Brighter then they've ever been before but this time it wasn't anger. It was actual fear. Pure, honest fear.

The walls jam to a stop, Jim and Toby's weapons quivering under the immense amount of pressure.

"NOT FAIR! DIE! DIE! DI..." The ghost starts screaming only to be cut off by a sound that will haunt Eli's dreams for the rest of his life.

It was a roar. There was no other way to describe it. Eli thinks at most that Steve is saying something but truly he can't find anything human about the sound that comes from Steve's mouth. It a hundred percent monster and it seemed to shake the very walls hugging them close.

Everybody covers their ears, Toby letting out a shrill yelp as Eli feels his very bones shake.

It seems to last minutes whereas it was probably only seconds before Steve stops. Chest heaving, hands in fists. Fire in his eyes.

The walls startup that grinding sound again but this time they're moving away. The sound of the bunker doors slamming open and sunlight filters into the bunker. Brighter than ever before. Suddenly it's as if nothing had happened and Eli hears the birds chirping outside.

The Trollhunters are just silent as they look at Steve in shock. Eli kicks himself into action and moves forwards.

"You're ok" He murmurs, moving to run his fingers across Steve's cheek. Steve or at least the wolf inside watching him but not moving a muscle. Just still growling low.