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Your chest felt tight as you moved through the halls, pushing your legs to move faster each time your feet smacked against the linoleum floor. The sound of a growl behind you made your heart leap into your throat and nearly made you freeze with fear. You turned down another hallway and grabbed the doorknob of the first classroom you saw, opening the door and ducking inside.
As you slid your body down to sit on the floor, chest rising and falling labored breath, as you fished out your phone. For the past hour, your phone has been ringing nonstop.
And just as you pulled the device from your, Stiles', hoodie pocket it began to vibrate with another call. You fumbled with it as Stiles' face stared back towards you from the screen.
"Fucking finally!" Stiles spoke. You could hear both the panic and relief in his voice.
He was speeding down the freeway with Scott beside him. The moment you went missing he knew that something was wrong. You never missed a pack meeting, if anything you would be mad when others were late. So when Scott called a meeting to discuss Derek and his pack - his stomach twisted when you never showed.
"Did she finally pick up?" You could hear Scott speak in the background.
"Where are you? We've been worried..." Stiles spoke again, ignoring his friend, noticing the harsh breath coming through the speaker.
He spoke your name, voice a little softer, but the panic creeping back.
"I-I...I-I'm at the school..." You whispered, scared that he'd be able to hear you.
"Please...please...please...he's here. He..."
Your voice halted in your throat when you heard the echo of footsteps. You pressed your back against the door more as they seemed to be getting closer and closer to where you were hiding.
"Y/N...come on, I just wanna talk," Issac spoke, but you could hear the malicious smirk you knew was across his lips. It sent a chill down your spine.
The call of your name pulled you back to the phone in your ear. "Please...hurry, I don't know how much longer I can run."
You clicked the phone off and began to slide your body towards the other side of the room. You placed your hand over your mouth to muffle your breathing, making sure you made no noise to let the werewolf know where you hid.
Stiles held tightly to the steering wheel as he moved to whip his Jeep around to head back in the opposite direction. He'd never pressed so hard on the gas pedal, pushing his already fragile car, to make sure he got to you in time.
