The Omen

ꕥ Chapter Ten ꕥ

"This is a terrible idea." Stiles says from the drivers seat of the Jeep.

"A terrible idea that you guys haven't told me yet!" I complain, crossing my arms as I uncomfortably shift my legs against the seats.

"Yeah, I know." Scott says in reference to Stiles, ignoring me.

"But we're still gonna do it?" Stiles asks.

"Can you think of something better?"

"Well, personally I'm a fan of ignoring a problem until eventually it just goes away." Stiles admits, making eye contact with my own livid eyes in the rear view mirror. He cowers into his seat, turning his eyes back to the road.

"Just make sure we can get inside." Scott says to Stiles as we pull up to the school. I look to our left and see a familiar shiny black Camaro. "He's here." Scott says, jumping out of the car.

"Where's my boss?" Scott asks Derek who leans against his expensive car.

I crawl out of the car, ungratefully, and meet the green eyes of Derek. He gives me a small pained smile before turning to Scott, "He's in the back."

Stiles, who had walked up beside me says, "Oh, well, he looks comfortable."

I lean forward and see Deaton laying in the back seats of the Camaro, bruised and beat. My eyes widen as I see the rope tied around his wrists and the duck tape over his mouth. He raises an eyebrow at me as if he was asking if I had said anything, to which I shake my head.

"Wait. Hey." Derek calls when Scott and Stiles begin walking towards the school, "What are you doing?"

Scott turns to far his, "You said I was linked with the Alpha. I'm gonna see if you're right."

"Wait what am I doing?" I call after their retreating forms.

"Make sure he doesn't do anything to my boss." Scott calls, continuing on his way towards the school.

"What?! Hell no you are not leaving me here!" I snap, storming after them angrily.

"Hetha!" Scott sighs exasperatedly, "Just stay here."

I make a sound of protest but Scott is already continuing on his towards the school. With a scowl etched on my face I march back to Derek, "Let me punch you." I demand, looking at Derek.

He snorts, "Like you could do anything." but even through his doubts he holds up his hand for me to hit.

"We already proved I could." I snap, forming a fist and sending it flying at his face. He reels back at the contact, clutching his nose.

"I had a hand out for a reason!" He cries out, glaring at me.

"I missed." I mutter, kicking at the ground. I don't know why I'm so angry tonight, for some reason I just want to fight someone.

I'm pretty sure he had planned on saying something back but a strange noise came though the intercom. I let out a small scream and clasp my hands over my ears, trying to block out the nasty sound.

"What the hell was that?!" I cry once the sound dies down.

Derek just stares wide eyed at me, "This is why your friend needs me."

"What was that?!" I repeat again, staring at the doors the two disappeared into.

"I believe that was a howl."