Blood Moon | A Teen Wolf Fanfiction

Chapter 16

"Okay," Stiles say randomly says, "I'm pretty sure I just felt my right leg move. Uh, yep, definitely felt it. Like a twinge, spasm, something."

"I'm going to have to disagree," Deaton says from a perfect view of his feet, "And I think I hold an informed opinion."

Suddenly out of nowhere, Scott speaks up to see Malia moving slightly, "Malia."

"I don't think she cut me that deep," Malia says struggling to say her words.

"Keep going. Keep moving." Deaton adds. I can see in the corner of my eye, Malia hesitantly getting up to her feet. It takes her less than 30 seconds to the point where she fully stable. 

"What's happening? I can't see," Stiles implies, "What's happening? Malia? Malia, wait for us."

"There's no time." she says courageously.

"Look, she's not a were wolf," Stiles informs.

"But she has a scent," Malia acknowledges, "I can find her." I watch her step over me, then I hear head for the door to be stopped by Scott's voice.

"Malia," Scott adds, "Save her."

There is a silence, as I try to grab one of my knives from my left boot. But I struggle to reach because of my paralyzation. 

"Where do you get these knives?" Stiles implies to me concerned.

"Never leave home without it." I say smirking to him. I wince as I try to reach it. 

"What are you going to do with the knife." Deaton wonders.

"Were wolves heal faster to human pain, right?", I continue informationally, "Well if I can get this out of my boot, I can give it too Ava or Scott to help them heal faster."

Deaton seems fascinated with my ability to be quite resourceful. I blush. Finally, I knock the knife from boot and into my hands, fling to Ava, who is nearest to me.

"Stiles, you have one heck of a daughter." he says to him but Stiles rolls his eyes. 

"Sorry to ask at such a time," Scott informs to me, "but why did you two go back in time." His voice seems muffled because his face must be plastered to the floor. Ava starts to cut herself with the knife I threw to her and moans a little. She's in pain but tough enough to get the job done.

"Well," I stop with words to glance up at Ava who slowly bring herself to her feet and heads for the door, dropping the knife next to Scott's hand to use. 

"Allison, I'll be back," I nod to her and she leaves through the front door.

I can hear Scott wincing as he try to cut himself with my knife covered with Ava's blood. He doesn't seem to care, but he waits for me to answer his question.

"I-I..." My stuttering words are interrupted when Scott looks beyond me and I hear footsteps behind me.

"How did you find us?" Scott asks the unknown person behind me from out of my view. 

"'Cause you work here," he says, I could know that voice from anywhere, Theo, "I heard about Tracy, I've been looking for you."

"We lost her." Scott informs Theo as he picks Scott up from the ground and onto the top of the metallic table.

Theo reaches for Stiles next and brings him to the table too with Stiles groaning and saying, "And Malia."

"I can help." Theo asks reaching me next.

"This is Theo?" Deaton says looking up at him from the ground.

"Let me help." Theo pleads reaching Deaton last, "It doesn't have to mean I'm part of the pack. Or like you've accepted me or anything like that. It just means I can help catch this girl." Its silent as I stare at Scott looking for a expression but he stares at Stiles who forms a grimace face. "Scott." Theo says racing for an answer, " I can help you."

Instantly we are hurrying to the Sheriff's Station because had received a text from Kira that Lydia was hurt and Tracy attacked her mother. When we enter the station, the first thing we see is Stiles' father try to get u to his feet. Scott instantly goes to help. Stiles urges his over but stops staring into a room. I go over to see what he is staring at. It's my mother, on the floor, bleeding. I am about ready to sprint over to her and wrap my belt around he waist to create pressure on the wound. I start but pushed aside by Theo and nudged on to Stiles. Theo beats me to it and pulls out his belt to stop the bleeding. I turn my attention behind when I see Deaton place his jacket over, what seems to be Tracy's tail. 

Deaton whispers, "Scott." 

Scott looks to see him covering the tail, and then looks towards an opposite direction from a trail of blood on the floor. He pauses and then turns towards Stiles, "Stiles," he repeats, "Stiles. Stiles, come on.

Theo adds, "It's okay. She's all right."

I can see Stiles' worry for Lydia.

"Tracy." Lydia responds with reassurance towards my father, "Stiles, I'm fine. Help Tracy."

"Stiles." Scott repeats

"Go." Lydia demands softly with a smile. Stiles turns to his fathers aid and use himself as a crutch to bring him down to the basement where Malia, Ava, and Tracy must be.

"Come on, Stiles." his fathers reaching for Stiles' shoulder.

I follow behind them and we reach the basement where Tracy lay dead on the floor, Malia stands above her worried, "It wasn't me."

"What the heck happened to her?" Stiles' father demands.

"There were these people They had masks." Malia says searching for a logical answer.

"Um, there There were Three of them," Ava supports, standing next to her, "I think there were three."

"What What are you talking about?" Stiles wonders.

"They were strong, Stiles." Malia adds, trembling with her words.

"They had a weapon." Ava says directing her words to me."

"Stiles, I didn't do this." Malia pleads with no interest towards Ava opinion.

"Okay." Stiles ensures his support to her argument.