The Wolf Trials (Sequel to The Wolf Runner)

Chapter 10

Scott's PoV

"Tommy!" I hear Newt yell as Stiles falls to the ground after being attacked by one of the hedgehogs. Everything starts to go in slow motion as I run over to Stiles' limp body, Newt right behind me. While I'm running, in pure anger I manage to take one of the evil hedgehogs down, leaving only one left. I let Geena and Minho handle it while I run to the side of my unconscious best friend.

When I reach him Newt's already kneeling down next to him, checking for a pulse.
"Is he okay?" I ask worriedly as I kneel on the other side of Stiles.
"I'm not sure. He still has a pulse but it's getting slower by the minute," he said in a thick British accent full of worry. While he said that he winced slightly at the long, deep gash across his forearm. Crimson red blood was pouring out of it at an alarmingly fast pace.

"Guys! Are you okay? What's wrong with Thomas ...er... I mean Stiles?" Minho shouts over to us as him and Geena come running over, both of them having their fair share of wounds but Geena's healing much faster than what should be possible.

"I'm fine but Stiles isn't doing so good nor's Newt for that matter," I explain still extremely worried about my best friend.

"I fine!" Newt protested, "we need to get Tommy needs help now."

"Ok," I say to my self under my breath, "Geena, you and me can take away some of his pain. Newt and Minho, you guys need to raid all over and search for first aid kits or stuff that could help us but make sure to watch out for the bombs."
Everyone nodded, and got to work.

Both me and Geena both grabbed one of Stiles' hand and slowly started to take away any pain that he was feeling.

"He'll be okay," Geena suddenly said, looking me straight in the eyes.

"You sure?" I asked staring at her back.

"No, but that's what you say to people when someone they love is dying," she says back sadly while looking down, pretending to concentrate on taking away his pain.
An awkward silence soon fell over us.

"I'm sorry," she suddenly said , "it's just I've never really been much of an optimist."

"It's fine," I said, "it's not like there's much to be optimistic about."

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Minho's PoV
(Sorry that I've not done a different POV in a while)

Me and Newt quickly rush out the door and race as quickly as we could - despite our injuries and Newt's limp - to find something to save our best friend.

"Hey! What about here?" I hear Newt shout from behind me.
I quickly walk over to where he is standing. In front of us is a small old rundown cottage.

"There might be some stuff in here," he suggests while making his way to he door.

"Don't touch that!" I suddenly hear a girls voice shout from behind us.
Quickly we turn around and stair at where we heard the voice coming from.
Standing behind us was all of the people that we'd been separated and looking for.
Lydia and Malia stood in front with everyone else standing around or behind them.

"Why not?" I ask in surprise.

"Because there's a bomb in there," Lydia replies, keeping her eyes fixed on the house behind us.

"How do you know?" Newt asks, sounding weaker by the minute because of his arm loosing too much blood.

"Because I can sense it," Alice said, walking forward so she's standing on the other side of Lydia.

"Come on, we need to get you guys looked at, you don't look to good. But first you have to take us to the rest," Elsie said while walking up to us.

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Malia's POV
(Set just before they find Newt and Minho)

Me and Lydia lead the rest as we walk around, looking for Scott, Stiles, Newt and Minho.

After walking for a what seems like forever we decide to rest. As soon as we sit down Cara's out like a lightbulb, her head resting on Alice's lap while she slowly and gently strokes her younger sisters hair.
But almost while everything was looking good it soon went bad again.

Alice suddenly pulled her hand away from Clara's hair, her eyes darted around as if trying to pinpoint the exact location of something.

"What's wrong?" Cara asked sleepily, sensing her sisters discomfort.

"I smell them," she mumbles so quietly that if I weren't a ware coyote then I would have never been able to hear.

"Who?" I ask suddenly perking up at the thought of finding Stiles again.

"Scott, Stiles, Newt, Minho and someone else... no wait, something else," she says, quickly correcting herself.

"Alice, you need to lead us to them. They could be in danger," Lydia said in an urgent but soft tone to Alice.

Alice nodded and stood up, "it's this way."

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