The Youngest (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 15

3rd P.O.V

The three were in front of the door, Kylie on the verge of crying.

"Lock it! Lock it!" Scott yelled.

"Do I look like I have a key?!" Stiles yelled back.

"Then grab something!"

"What?!"

"Anything!"

Stiles thought for a moment before realization crossed his eyes. He slowly stood up and looked outside.

"No, Stiles, no." Scott said, realizing what his best friend was about to do.

"Yes." Stiles stated.

"No!" Scott repeated.

Stiles, not listening to him, opened the door and went outside. Kylie whimpered in Scott's neck and Scott placed her in front of him.

"Hey, it's okay, shhh. Look, I know this is scary, but I need you to be brave. You can't cry. Can you do that for me?" Scott softly asked her.

Kylie nodded even if she was close to tears. Scott stood up, looked outside and began to scream at Stiles to get back inside. Stiles did as Scott asked and placed the bolt cutters on the door handles, blocking it. Scott and Stiles looked out the windows.

"Wha.. Where is it? Where'd it go?" Scott asked.

Stiles took a flashlight and opened it, looking outside. The two, not seeing anything, backed away.

"That won't hold, will it?" Scott asked.

Stiles looked at him.

"Probably not." He replied.

Then, a howl was heard. The two boy's eyes widened and Stiles quickly scrambled to Kylie and picked her up. Him and Scott ran to a class and Stiles placed Kylie on the ground before going to a desk. As Scott was about to push it, Stiles stopped him.

"The door's not gonna keep it out." Stiles stated.

"I know." Scott replied.

"It's your boss."

"What?"

"Deaton," Stiles bit out. "The Alpha, your boss."

"No." Scott tried to deny, but Stiles wasn't having it.

"Yes. Your boss is a murdering psycho Werewolf." He said.

"It can't be." Scott denied.

"Oh, come on. He dissapears and that thing just shows up 10 seconds later to toss Derek twenty feet into the air. You don't find the timing convenient?" Stiles asked.

"It's not him and Derek can't be dead." Scott said, panicking.

"He had a claw thrust into his back and blood spewed out of his mouth. That doesn't exactly qualify as minor injury." Stiles argued. "He's dead and we're next."

Kylie let out a whimper at his words causing the boys to look at her. Her lip was trembling and she was trying so hard to not cry. Scott shot a glare at his best friend and went to pick up his sister, setting her on the desk in front of him.

"It's okay, Kylie. We'll find something." Scott said.

He then shot a look at Stiles clearly asking What do we do? Stiles sighed.

"We get to my jeep, we get outta here, you seriously think about quitting your job and we'll buy your sister ice cream. How's that sound?" Stiles asked.