Carrying Deucalion through the back door of the clinic, Peter ran in just behind me with Deaton.
"Come on, lay here," I whispered to Deucalion, who slowly regained his strength back.
"You could've stayed there and fight." He told me.
"You were going to die if I didn't get you out of there. I bought them time with what I did to Monroe."
Watching Deaton starts to prepare a kit to take the bullets out, Peter stood behind.
"What did you do?" Deucalion asked.
"I made the first move...and I'll end it."
"Savannah, we need to go back," Peter whispered.
Nodding my head, I said goodbye to Deaton and Deucalion before running back outside and into my car.
"How long do you think Scott can manage without gun power?" Peter asked just as we turned the corner to the shipping docks.
"I don't know."
Pressing down the brakes of my car, I saw a blue run-down jeep parked beside the building. Derek was fighting off some of the reinforcements, while Stiles ran to the back to grab his bat.
"I can't believe it..." Peter whispered.
"Stiles." I chuckled softly.
Getting closer to the building, I parked right behind him as gunshots were being ricocheted around us.
"Here," Peter said handing me an AK.
Loading up my pistols in my holster, I grabbed a few daggers and stuffed them wherever I could before going back and hiding behind the pillars for cover.
Walking out of the shadows, I started shooting at the hunters that were jumping out of the black trucks, when I felt something staring at me from the back of Stiles' jeep.
"Savannah!" Derek yelled.
Looking over at his direction, a hunter shot a bullet directly at me but with a swift move, I managed to dodge it and shoot him in the leg.
Then suddenly, I heard grunts and moans coming from Monroe as she was guided to the black car.
"Let's go!" She yelled.
Standing in the middle of the building, I started walking towards the car, reloading the pistol in my hand, before firing a single warning shot to the driver.
Swerving down the docks, I had gotten him directly in his shoulder as they drove away.
Turning around to face Scott and Malia, they got up from behind the barrels and pillars of the building.
"You came back. What happened to Deucalion?" He blurted out.
"He's fine...Deaton's looking at him." I whispered.
"This is really happening, isn't it?" Malia asked me.
"What's happening?" Stiles questioned.
"War." I hissed.
Sliding my gun back in the holster, I heard the back of Stiles' jeep close.
"Is there something I need to know?" I asked Derek, who stood behind me.
"I was perfectly safe while going to Brazil." He joked.
"Savannah..." I heard a soft voice say.
Looking at Peter, who stood beside Derek, he turns around staring at the person behind him before slowly moving to the side.
"...Amalia..." I gasped.
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The Dark Riders (Derek Hale Love Story) #8
Werewolf"This is our promise. This is our forever." Coming to the end of their road, Savannah and her friends all face the most difficult change in their lives. Adulthood. With Scott and his friends moving on to College, and trying to figure out what they w...
