𝘈𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘴 ➳𝘚.𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘬𝘪
Griffin Dunbar was under the impression that he would peak in high school, and he was alright with that. But when his usual carefree attitude is challenged by monsters and boss fights, he starts to worry.
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"What the fuck is a werecoyote?"
"It's a werewolf but a coyote, obviously." Stiles shook his head as he turned to make sure Griffin was still trailing after him. He used to avoid Stiles like the plague, but after everything that happened he was attached to Scott and Stiles. "That's not the point, the point is that there's a girl trapped inside of a coyote and we need to get her out."
Griffin was feeling a little overwhelmed. Suddenly he was thrust into a world where his worse nightmares as a child were real. "And how are you gonna do that?" He threaded his hand through his soft blonde hair, looking over to see Stiles watching him.
"Uhm," he cleared his throat sharply, turning his gaze forward, "I'm not sure. But Scott could probably just use his wolfy alpha magic on her or something." Stiles led him towards the classroom that they were supposed to meet Allison, desperate for some kind of idea of what they were dealing with.
"Oh," Allison looked at Griffin with wide yes when she saw him. "Stiles, I thought this was about the private thing."
"He literally knows everything, Alli, let's just get to it." He dug his phone out of his pocket, pointing to a map. "Here's we're we found the den. It's right in the middle of the hiking trails."
"Well, that could narrow it down. Coyotes travel in fixed trails. But I think you're right about her not going back to the den. Coyotes don't like wolves. And they're really smart. If they don't want to be heard, they actually walk on their toes." Allison sighed, now that Scott had disturbed her den, it was going to be even harder to help Malia.
"Oh my god," Griffin said excitedly, looking up towards Stiles. "Coyotes freaking tip-toe?"
"They tip-toe," Allison smiled, receiving a warm one in return from the boy she just met. Suddenly the bell rang, half startling Stiles who had been staring intently at his phone. "I got to go, but send me the pinned location."
"Gotcha," he typed something out, suddenly looking up to Griffin, now sat on top of a desk, with his brow furrowed. "What are you still doing here?"
"Waiting for you so we can walk to history, dumbass." Griffin yawned harshly into his hand, looking over to the brunette when he took a little too long to respond. Stiles studied his face for a second, quickly turning away and speeding out of the classroom.
"Hurry up, Shakespeare."
Luckily class hadn't started yet when they got to Mr. Yukimura's room. Lightly bumping into Stiles' shoulder Griffin made his way to his seat, "Err, excuse me, Kira."
"Oh, so sorry." Griffin watched curiously as Kira and Scott talked, furrowing his eyebrows as they talked of something called bardo.
"Kira. You forgot all the research you did for one of those boys you kept talking about." Griffin watched, bemused as Scott froze with a new stack of papers in hand. "All right, everyone. Let's get started. We were just talking about internment camps and prisoners of war. There's a passage in our reading that I'd like to go over in more detail. Who would like to come up and read aloud for us?"
As usual the class was dead silent, Griffin hastily scribbling over the English homework he'd forgotten to do the night before instead of paying attention. "Mr. Stilinski, how about you?"
"Oh, uh... maybe someone else could."
"Everyone participates in my class, Mr. Stilinski." Griffin spared a glance to see Stiles walk up to the podium.
Griffin paused his writing when Stiles remained silent, mouth moving wordlessly. "Stiles, you okay?" The class watched as Scott walked up to him, Mr. Yukimura taking a step closer. "I should take him to the nurses office." Griffin stared after the two as they bolted out the door, worry started to lace his thoughts, staring at the door as if waiting for them to come back any second.
He spent the rest of the period like that, gaze drifting from the lecture to their empty seats. Finally when class ended Griffin started to get impatient, grabbing Scott's bag after his own and contemplating what to do. "Grif," Luke waved him over to walk to his next class.
"I'll catch up in a sec," his friend nodded as was out the door.
"Hey, Griffin?" Kira was the only other person left in the room, clutching Stiles' backpack. "Do you know what class they have next? I kind of don't want to be carrying their bags all day."
"God I wish," he sighed, rubbing a hand down his face in mock exhaustion, smiling when she laughed. "We could just go to the nurse and drop them off there, if you want I could do it so you won't be late."
She smiled and shook her head, "no I don't mind, but I'm not sure where the nurse is so you'll have to lead the way. If you wanna go that is, I could totally find it on my own if you're too busy."
"No, no. Don't worry, I know you wanna spend time with me," he smirked jokingly as they walked down the hallway.
Griffin stopped dead when he heard a noise behind them, looking down to Kira to see if she heard it to. Behind them, at the top of the stairwell was a coyote, icy blue eye's shining down on them. "Run," Griffin's voice was barely above a whisper.
They sprinted down the hall, the sound of growls pushing them on. Griffin pulled Kira into the locker room and threw down his bags, she grabbed his hand and led him behind the lockers. Hands still gripped harshly to gather, Griffin held his breath, listening to the pattering of paws against the floor, slowing approaching them. He started to plan what he'd do if it was going to attack them, he'd push Kira away and grab it by the neck. He knew Malia was in there, but he wouldn't risk the two of them getting hurt if he could prevent it, whether it meant killing her or not.
All of the sudden he became aware of a new presence, and Griffin let out a staggered breath. Scott McCall there to save the day.
