The McCall Way

Chapter Three

I sit in the jeep and listen to Scott on my phone.

"Ill be there soon!" I say. I know im not going to make it! Its sad because i was looking forward to playing for the first time since i got hurt.

"Okay!" He says. I hang up and sigh. I put my phone in my pocket.

"Right! Come on!" Stiles gets out. I go to follow but Derek grabs my wrist.

"Be careful!" He says.

"I always am!" I smile. He shakes his head and lets go. I follow Stiles iinto the empty hospital. Why is it empty? Where is everyone.

"Derek?" Stiles calls him.

"What?" He asks on the other side of the phone.

"No one's here!" Stiles says.

"Okay look for Jane! She's been looking after my uncle Peter!" Derek says.

"Peter?" I freeze.

"Yeah! Paralysed! He was burnt in the fire and hasnt healed yet!" Derek says. I remember the Peter i met a while ago. He was covered in burn marks. I step back as realisation hits me.

"Stiles! We have to-"

"He isnt here either!" Stiles says. I look over and see Peter, the man from the night i ran away, standing before me.

"Stiles get out! He's the alpha!" Derek yells. Stile looks over.

"Oh im gonna die!" He squeaks. I look back and thenurse is behind us. I look back at Peter.

"Red!" He smiles.

"P- Peter!" I stare.

"I can smell your fear from here darling!" He grins. He comes close to me and grazes his claws along my jawline. My eyes flutter closed and i hold my breath. He grabs my throat and i squeak.

"Im not afraid! Im not afraid!" I whisper.

"Oh but you are!" Peter says.

"P- put her down!" Stiles says.

"Stiles run!" I say. I open my eyes and Peter throws me through the glass screen on the reception desk. I gasp in pain and hear Derek talking. I get back up. Why am i always getting hurt? This is so unfair! I look at myself and realise there is glass sticking into me. I roll my eyes and pull the shard of glass out of myself. Derek looks at me and i notice that Stiles isnt here anymore. Good! He wont get hurt.

"Oh? You smell of lust Nephew! Raw attraction to- this human? She is probably around the same age as that Paige girl!" Peter says.

"You leave her out of this!" Derek growls.

"I merely want to make her part of my pack! Is that too much to ask?" He cocks an eyebrow.

"I dont want to be like you!" I lie my ass off.

"So you wont!" Derek says. They begin beating the shit out of eachother. By that i mean, Derek is losing. Peter drags him into a room and i just lose it. I chase after him. I pull Peter off the bloodied Derek. Derek tries catching his breath. I hold Peters arm. He looks at me.

"You're bleeding!" He says weakly.

"Yeah! Not as bad as you!" I say softly and help him sit up. I quickly grab some things to clean him up. I rush over and put some rubbing alcohol on a cloth and i start to clean some cuts on his face. He sucks in a sharp breath. I hold his hand and he squeezes mine i just ignore the fact he is crushing my bones and i finnish cleaning him up. I pull him up and he almost falls. I hold him close to me and i help him out to Peter. My phone rings and Derek sits on one of the waiting chairs.