𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 ; 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝗼𝐥𝐟

xii. code breaker

"We can't just leave Lydia here," Stiles said.

"You don't have a choice, Stiles," Peter said, wiping Cameron's blood from his mouth. "You can only carry one."

"Just kill me. Look, I don't care anymore," Stiles said.

Peter reached down, digging his claw into Stiles' chin and making him stand. "Call your friend. Tell Jackson where she is. That's all you get."

Stiles fumbled to get his phone out of his pocket, calling the boy. When the call was over, he scooped Cameron into his arms. He hated how she didn't even wake up or make a sound. She just laid lifeless in his arms as he followed Peter off the field.

⨫⨸⨬

Stiles drove in silence, frequently checking on Cameron through his rearview mirror. He tried his best to calm his growing anger at the werewolf next to him for the sake of keeping both of them alive.

"Don't feel bad," Peter said. "If they live, they'll become werewolves. Those girls will be incredibly powerful."

Stiles' jaw clenched. "Yeah, and once a month they'll go out of their freakin' minds and try to tear me apart."

"Well, actually, considering that they're women... twice a month," Peter said.

Stiles just looked at Peter with pure disgust that he would even say that. 

⨫⨸⨬

Stiles pulled into the parking garage Peter was directing him to. When he pulled into a spot next to another car, Peter dragged Stiles out of the driver's seat and to the trunk of the other car.

"Whose car is this?" Stiles asked.

"It belonged to my nurse," Peter said, opening the trunk.

"What happened to your n- Oh, my God!" Stiles shouted as he took in the nurse's body in the trunk.

The alpha was unphased as he moved the nurse's arm to grab a bag that he handed to Stiles.

Peter looked at the nurse then to Stiles' terror filled face. "I got better."

Peter closed the trunk and grabbed the bag from Stiles. He opened it up and took out a laptop. 

"Good luck getting a signal down here," Stiles said. Peter just pushed a portable hotspot into his hand. "Oh, MiFi. And you're a Mac guy. Does that go for all werewolves, or just a personal preference?"

Peter glared at Stiles. "Turn it on. Get connected."

"You know, you're really killing the whole werewolf mystique thing here," Stiles said as he got to work on the laptop. "Look, you still need Scott's username and password, and I'm sorry, but I don't know them."

"You know both of them," Peter said. 

"No, I don't," Stiles insisted. 

"Even if I couldn't hear your heartbeat, I would still be able to tell that you're lying," Peter said. 

"Dude, I swear to go-"

Peter interrupted Stiles by slamming his face down on the car by the hold he had on the teen's neck. "I can be very persuasive, Stiles. Don't make me persuade you, or else your girlfriend in your backseat might end up as collateral."

This got Stiles' attention and once Peter released him he began typing. "What happens after you find Derek?"

"Don't think, Stiles. Type," Peter said, growing increasingly annoyed with Stiles' talking.