The Werewolf Glader

Chapter Eight

Nick woke up. He was face first into the ground, and couldn't get up due to being trampled by the trees. All he saw around him were sticks, leaves, and blood. He saw blood dripping from his head. He looked down, and saw a sharp stick lodged in his stomach, gushing blood everywhere. He squished his hand down, and ripped it out. He winced at the slight pain and seeing it pop out like that. Nick couldn't stop thinking of his friends, Div, Newt, and Stiles. He couldn't stop thinking about what happened to them. He thought of Newt, who was recently hurt and wasn't even supernatural. He was trying not to think may have.... he stopped, and got hope. Hope that he can escape. Hope his friends were alive. He flipped his body around. He put his hands on the tree above him. He pushed and pushed, yelling. The yell turned into a loud roar. Eventually, the tree was off of him. He was about to get up, when his hands slipped. He fell on his back, and the tree started coming down to crush his chest. He winced, but the tree stopped a second before crushing him. The tree moved up slowly, falling the other way. There, crouching on the floor, was Newt.

The human, who Nick thought would be dead, saved the werewolf. Nick smiled, and so did Newt. Newt put his hand out, and Nick grabbed it. Nick hugged Newt, who hugged back. "Thanks, Newt. Your a true friend." Newt smiled. "No problem. Now lets go find them." Newt and Nick set off to find Div and Stiles, who were crushed hours ago by the trees. They looked for hours, couldn't find a single clue. Than, a few feet away from the yards, Newt saw something. He looked, and saw a little piece of wood on fire. He quickly stomped the fire out, and tried lifting the tree. He pulled as hard as he good, veins popping out of his neck. He looked at Nick. "Don't just bloody sit there. Help me!" Nick rushed over, and went to the other side of the tree. "1, 2, 3" Newt counted down. They lifted, and saw a bleeding Stiles, laying on the ground unconscious. Nick and Newt, leaned down and checked his pulse. He was alive. Nick leaned down closer to his face, examining a scar. Than, Stiles awoke, eyes orange. Nick jerked back, falling on his back. Newt got up and backed into a half standing tree. Stiles flew up, eyes orange and fire going around him. Stiles went towards Nick, looking like he wanted to kill him. He flew at Nick, pushing him down.

Stiles lifted his fist. Nick screamed, and Stiles stopped, falling to the floor, landing on his feet. His eyes went back to normal, and than laughed. "I was just messing with ya, Nick!" He laughed again. Nick put on an angry face, but wanted to laugh. "Stiles, no time for jokes. We still haven't found Div." Stiles helped Nick up, and they started searching. They searched far and wide, and couldn't find anything. Finally, they reached a few feet away from the wall. Nick broke the silence. "Guys, It's over. we aren't going to find her..." Newt took a step towards Nick. "We can't just give up, Nick. Div never gave up on us before. And we ain't giving up on her." Nick nodded his head. "uhh, guys..." Stiles pointed to a blood trail, going towards the wall and up it. They saw dripping blood. Nick walked passed them, and up. blood dripped on his cheek. Up at the top of the wall, he saw Div hung by the neck, blood dripping out of her mouth. Newt came over, and looked up. Stiles than joined too. They were all in complete shock.