Teen Wolf One Shots

Attack of a rival pack

Sorry I haven't updated all week, I was busy, but I'm back!

Let me know if you want a part two to this and thanks to Aliqueen16 for the prompt!

And now, on with the story!

"Stiles, no matter what, stay in the jeep." Scott hissed, pushing his door open they were parked on the outskirts of Beacon Hills.

"Why did you bring me then if I could've done this from my room?" Stiles asked, leaning his arm on the steering wheel.

"Cause your dad would've found out and you wanted to drive us." Lydia snorted from the back seat as she opened her door as well.

"Yeah, that's true, but I wanna help. I don't wanna be Robin." Stiles pouted as Lydia got out, closing the door.

"You're not Robin, but you're not helping. Stay in the jeep, or I swear, I am gonna be so mad at you." Scott told him, slamming the door shut before turning, both of them heading into the pitch black woods, after some pack who was making threats against Beacon Hills.

Stiles sighed as he turned on the radio, Selena Gomez playing softly before he opened the Arby's bag the three had been sharing on their way there, pulling out the curly fries. 

"If Scott and Lydia aren't gonna let me help, they shouldn't have left their curly fries in the car." He smirked to himself before eating them by the handful while bobbing his head to the music.

After a few minutes, he heard a thump like noise on the car, making him shut off the radio, put the bag down, swallowing what was in his mouth before grabbing his flashlight and stepping out of the car.

"Hello?" He asked, shining his flashlight at the bushes and trees, giving him a Slenderman vibe. "Scott, if this is a prank, you and Lydia can come out now."

He heard a rustle in the bushes behind him, making him whip around, shining his flashlight, but nothing was there.

"Guys, this isn't funny!" He yelled before feeling something tackle him to the ground, knocking his flashlight out of his hands before looking at the wolf that was drooling on his face, claws digging into his chest before he felt something hit his head, knocking him out.

"I don't get it, they said if we were mad, to head to the outskirts and fight." Scott told Lydia, pushing a tree branch out of the way as they made their way back to the car where Stiles was most likely fuming or eating curly fries and listening to Selena Gomez.

"Scott, they probably are just all bark and no bite. Notice how no one got attacked, but they made threats? They probably chickened out." Lydia told him as Scott nodded, pushing back another tree branch before looking at the sight that was in front of him.

Seven large wolves were surrounding a unconscious, bloody Stiles, one having a green glint in their eyes as they made eye contact with the werewolf and banshee.

"Hey! Get away from him!" Scott yelled, making all the wolves look up before charging as the Alpha of the pack growled.

"Fight!"

Scott turned full werewolf as he tackled the Alpha, while Lydia screamed, forcing them away, except the Alpha, who threw Scott into a tree.

"SCOTT!!!!" Lydia yelled with her powers before feeling something bite her stomach, screaming again in the process as she heard the wolves running and whimpering before fading to the darkness.

"Lydia, wake up." She heard a voice whisper before she opened her eyes, seeing Scott hovered over her before the pain in her stomach resurfaced, making her hiss. "Hey, it's OK. Just breathe." 

"Am I gonna be a were-banshee now?" She whimpered as Scott lifted her into his arms.

"No, you're not. Since you're a banshee already, the bite should have no hold on you." He smiled, setting up the passenger seat so she was laying down as much as possible.

"How's Stiles?" She asked as Scott lifted him into the backseat, buckling him up before climbing into the driver's seat.

"He's beat up pretty badly. I'm taking you guys to my mom." 

"Scott, you got thrown into a tree!"

"My super healing has kicked in, not to mention, I have a strong back and head. But I am in the best driving condition, so just let me drive." Scott snapped as Lydia shut her mouth, not wanting to make the werewolf mad as she heard a groan from the back.

"Sties?" She asked. "Are you awake?"

"I don't wanna be, but yes. I'm awake." Stiles groaned again, holding his head before letting out a sickly burp.

"Oh God, Stiles, don't puke. We're almost there." Scott begged but soon after the van was filled with loud retching and a horrible stench as Stiles managed to say.

"I shouldn't have eaten those curly fries."

Scott groaned as he handed Lydia his phone.

"Text my mom and tell her to meet us at the entrance with a gurney and a wheelchair." 

"Why a wheelchair?" She asked, knowing the gurney was for Stiles.

"I don't want you walking, you're still bleeding out, and obviously Stiles can't walk." 

"What about you?" Lydia asked curiously.

"I told you, super healing." Scott repeated as they heard their friend retch again, leading the werewolf to open the windows before Stiles muttered a quiet "sorry", as the jeep pulled into Beacon Hills Memorial and stopping at the entrance just as Melissa and another nurse came out, opening the backseat and pulling out Stiles, wincing when she saw all the vomit as the other nurse rushed him in while Melissa helped Lydia into the wheelchair, pushing her into the ER with Scott behind her.

"Are you OK, Scott?" She asked, helping Lydia lay down on the bed as she started to examine her stomach.

"Yeah, I'm OK, Mom." Scott insisted, laying his hand on Lydia's shoulder before heading into the waiting room and opening the magazine on the table.