Teen Wolf | Love. Be Afraid.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE| Trapped

WRITTEN: April 6-24, 2022
EDITED: June 23, 2022

1

Allison paced up and down the driveway, waiting.  Her phone rang from her jeans pocket.

            "Lydia says we're coming to get you," Jackson said after Allison picked up the call.

            "Please don't," she sighed.  "I'm sure he's on his way.  He's only..."  She glanced at the clock on her phone screen.  "Twenty-six minutes late."

            "You hear that?" Lydia's voice came from the speaker.  "First, it's 'he's only twenty-six minutes late,' a month later it's 'he only hits me when he's drunk.'  Slippery slope, Allison.  Slippery slope."

            "We're picking you up," Jackson said.

            "No," Allison replied.

            "Too late," he said just as headlights shone from behind Allison.  Jackson's Porsche pulled next to her as she hung up.  Walking to the driver's side door, Jackson said: "Lydia gets what Lydia wants.  Come on, get in.  We can stop by his place and see if he's there."

            Allison's phone chimed.

            Lydia leaned over Jackson and scoffed: "Is that him with the best explanation ever of why he's half a freaking hour late?"

            "Not exactly," Allison answered, her brows knitted together.

2

Scott and Stiles raced down the hallway to the back entrance to the school.  They both rammed their shoulders against the doors, but something was blocking them.

            "What the hell?" Scott stated, peaking through the crack in between the two doors.  "It's a dumpster."

            "He pushed it in front of the door," Stiles said.

            "To block us in."

            Stiles continuously slammed his body against the metal door, calling: "Come on, help me."

            "Stiles, stop!" Scott exclaimed, dragging his best friend back down the hall.

            "I'm not dying here," Stiles breathed.  "I'm not dying at school."

            "We're not going to die," Scott assured.

            "God, what is he doing?  What does he want?"

            "Me.  Derek says it's stronger with a pack."

            "Yeah, great," Stiles shrugged as they passed the main office.  "A psychotic werewolf who's into teamwork.  That's... that's beautiful."

            Scott stuck his arm out in front of Stiles, causing him to stop walking.  Scott's wide-eyed stare was looking out of the windows to the left.  Stiles glanced to that direction and saw the Alpha crouched on the roof, it's red eyes glaring back at them.  The beast leaped forward as the two boys ran.  Glass shattered, raining onto the Alpha as it plunged through the window.

3

Jackson stepped out of his car and pushed his seat forward so Allison could climb out from the backseat.

            "What're they doing here anyway?" Jackson asked as Allison stood and glanced at her phone.

            "All I got was this," she replied, showing the screen to Jackson.