epiphany - lydia martin [book 1]

chapter twelve. on the run

"Lock it, lock it!" I shouted as the three of us held the double doors shut as if the Alpha wouldn't easily be able to rip them off the hinges.

"Do I look like I have a key!?" Stiles yelled.

"That's big! No one said it was that big!" I yelled in panic, my eyes searching around the parking lot through the window to see if the Alpha was following us.

"I did!" Stiles replied, panting nervously.

"Grab something!" Scott said.

My eyebrows rose in disbelief, "Me? You need to grab something!" I glanced outside yet again before I looked over at Stiles whose eyes were fixed on something else. He was looking at a yellow wrench that was at the bottom of the steps. "No." I forbid, knowing what he was thinking.

"Yes." Stiles said.

"Stiles, no, don't." Scott pleaded, to which Stiles ignored as he stepped outside.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." I whispered as Stiles walked down the steps, looking around as he bent down to grab some big bolt cutters.

The Alpha appeared from behind Derek's car, my eyes widening as I started to bang on the door. "Run! Stiles! Stiles!" I heard the Alpha roar before Stiles took off running again, making it back inside the doors safely. He put the bolt cutters in the long handles of the door, the three of us backing away.

"That won't hold, will it?" I asked, already knowing the answer to my own question.

Stiles looked at me in fear, "Probably not." The three of us ran into the nearest classroom, starting to push the desk in front of the door. Stiles held out his hand as the legs of the desk started to screech against the floor, "Stop, stop. The door's not gonna keep it out."

Scott sighed, "I know."

"It's your boss. Deaton, the alpha? Your boss. Murdering psycho werewolf."

"It can't be." Scott defended, shaking his head.

Stiles squinted in skepticism, "Oh come on. He disappears, and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek 20 feet through the air? That's not convenient timing?"

"He's got a point." I added.

Scott shook his head, "It's not him."

"He killed Derek."

"No, Derek's not dead. He can't be dead."

I scoffed, "Blood spurted out of his mouth, okay? That's not exactly a minor injury. He's dead, and we're next."

Scott sighed, running his hands through his shaggy hair. He was really starting to need a haircut. His hair looked even crazier now that we had been running for our lives. Wait, now's not the time for this. "Okay, just - What do we do?" Scott asked.

Stiles thought for a moment, his breathing heavy, "We get to my jeep, we get out of here, you seriously think about quitting your job. Good?" Scott nodded before he looked around, running for the windows. "No, they don't open. The school's climate - controlled." Stiles informed.

"Then we break it."

I shook my head, "That's gonna make way too much noise, he's not even gonna need super hearing to know exactly where we are."

"Then, uh, then we run really fast. Really fast." Scott tried, looking like he wanted to cry as he looked out the window. "Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your jeep?"

I furrowed my brows as I looked over his shoulder.

"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong." Stiles said, shining the flashlight on his Jeep.