THE HYBRID'S MATE, sterek [book 01] ✔

xxxix. scream [part three]

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐘𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺-𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦: 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 [𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦]

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     A HANDFUL OF PEOPLE cancelled their flights back to America, but there is always a problem when that happens. The flight is due to leave in half an hour, and it lands in ten hours two states away from Beacon Hills. It's the best we've got. Right now we are way over the speed limit in attempt to reach the airport in time. Cora's eyes are alight with determination and worry, making it obvious that she is using those emotions as an excuse to break the law. Her emotions are swirling in the car, making me feel sick at the overwhelming scent.

     "Cora, slow down." Derek's voice is frail. "We're going to make it in time."

     She growls, her eyes glowing. "Not in time to save Stiles."

     "There's no way we'd make it in time to save Stiles."

     What feels like centuries later, we pull into the airport parking lot. Cora leads Derek into the building while I grab our bags from the boot. I run in to find Cora talking to a flight attendant, annoyance covering her face. I run over to them and sort out whatever miniscule issue it is that is preventing us from getting on that goddamn plane. After that, I throw our luggage onto the belt and we carry Derek onto the plane, claiming our seats and letting out a sigh of relief.

     All of a sudden Derek growls, drawing a pair of eyes.

     "Derek?" I ask. "Derek, what's wrong?"

     "My Pack."

•

     There are so many of them. Figures clad in black with shimmering swords and anger drenched faces. No matter which way I turn, there is always a handful of them fighting my friends - my Pack. The two figures that we speaking to us only hours ago are fighting by our sides, as well as another female. A hiss sounds and the figures grip their blades a little tighter as another figure jumps into the crowd. This is getting crazy.

     Hunters?

     That's fine.

     Vampires?

     Not so much.

     A hand grabs my arm and pulls me from the fight. I look over to see Allison and Theo, determination and desperation alight in their eyes. They want to help their friend and his Mate more than the rest of the Packs. Hell. I am willing to bet that all of us are. I follow them willingly, following the now familiar scent of Stiles' Mate into a secluded building. Footsteps follow us in and I turn to see Liam and Hayden with the rest of their Pack. Liam looks around and growls, his vibrant eyes landing on the person tied to a chair.

     Theo shakes them. "Hey. Wake up."

     They groan.

     "Come on. We need to get you out of here."

     "No more."

     "Alexander, your Mate needs you. He needs you more than ever."

     His eyes flutter open to reveal hazel irises. "Who are you?"

     "I'm your Mate's Pack member. I'm here to help you."

     Something must click because his eyes lighten. "You're Theo."

     "Yes. Now, we need to get you out of here."

     The ropes fall to the ground and Alec stands, rubbing his arms. "How long have we got?"

     Corey runs into the building, panting. "We don't have much time. We have to get to Stiles. Now."

•

     I grab the dark haired males wrist and drag him out of the building. At his scent, the Packs stop and stare at him, growls rumbling in their chests. I growl at them and drag Alec away, ignoring the stares as they kept their eyes on him. We run faster than we have ever done before, Alec clinging to me like a baby. A purple shape appears in front of us and we don't have enough time to stop.

     We go right through it and skid to a stop in front of the Loft door. Goddamn portals and Warlocks. We slide open the door and run inside. Stiles' almost inaudible heartbeat is slowing by the second. A growl leaves me and I run over to him, pushing Mason out of the way as Alec climbs off my back and almost falls on top of Stiles. Alec's hand lands on Stiles' and the heartbeat picks up slightly, making me let out a shaky breath.

     "Stiles?" I ask.

     Alec closes his eyes. "He's not dying as rapidly, but he's still dying."

     "Do something, Half Blood," Liam snarls, his eyes more red than ever. "It's your duty to save him."

     "I don't know how to save him."

     "Kiss him," Lydia says. "Alec, kiss him."

     Alec brushes the hair back from Stiles' face and lets out a shaky breath. He whispers something and then presses his lips to Stiles'. I wish I could say that a brilliant light flooded the room, but it didn't. The small movement of Stiles' fingers was all that we got to signify that he was waking up. Then his arm moved as his hand trailed its way up Alec's torso to cup the Half Blood's cheek, the other doing the same.

     One of Alec's hands moved to cover Stiles' as they continued to kiss like there was no tomorrow. I guess there would be no tomorrow for Stiles or Alec if Stiles died right now. The clearing of Aiden's throat makes Alec jerk away from Stiles, his eyes wide and his lips parted as he breathes quickly. Stiles smiles at him and sits up, looking around at us, his eyes landing on Lydia. His smile vanishes and he swings his legs over the edge of the bed.

     "Lydia," Stiles says, walking over to her. "You shouldn't be here. You need to be with Allison and Isaac."

     Lydia goes pale and her lips part.

     "No. Lydia, don't."

     She breathes in.

     "Lydia!"

     She screams and Alec covers his ears, Mason doing the same. A howl sounds with the scream and my eyes widen at the stinging sensation in my abdomen. Stiles roars and punches the wall, tears rolling down his face. The scream cuts off and Lydia falls into Aiden's awaiting arms. Stiles takes one look at her before speeding from the Loft, taking Alec with him and leaving the rest of us behind.

     Lydia's frail voice fills our ears. "Allison..."