Beliefs //Stiles Stilinski

Bumps along the road

I don't own teen wolf, even though I wish I did. I only own my own plotlines and Skye. She is my Character!!

Skye's Pov:

"In other news, local author tries remain perplexed by the animal attacks plaguing Beacon Hills-"

Kate scuffs and changes the channel, if I was in a better mood I would probably start a conversation about it, but i'm not.

I'm slumped in my seat, as low as my body can sag and I have my hood up to try and make it look like i'm asleep. I would rather not speak to my mother right now.

She drums her fingers along the steering wheel, humming along to the song.

I take the risk and glance over to her, and there she is smiling and swaying her head to the music without a care in the world. She makes me sick, I thought she would've been as affected by Jordan's death as I was.

A pair of piercing red eyes catch my attention from behind her. Outside her window I can vaguely see a four legged furry creature running alongside the car while look straight at me.

My eyes can only widen in fear and all I see is the car turning over and over and Jordan's screams echoing throughout my head.

My mom seems to sense that we're being followed. She checks her rear view mirror a few times and even goes as far as to look backwards, twice. She stops the car and I can tell she is paranoid by her tightening muscles.

Headlights shine through the windshield, making my eyes squint and I feel the car swerve and jerk to a stop . A rusty old pickup truck drives away on the other side of the road.

Mom sighs and shakes her head.

"Nice driving Kate." She tells herself.

I don't have the heart to tell her that her senses aren'f off, she can't put her guard down. I'm frozen in my seat and I can't move. I can see and hear all that's going on around me but I can't react.

Mom flicks a hand through her hair, a sign that she tired and then a large boom on the roof makes her flick. She looks up and another step confirms her fears. I watch as her hand moves stealthily from the shift to her hoister and she grips her gun tightly.

She turns to the window as it shaders to a million little pieces of glass, spraying everywhere. She thrashes in her seat, trying to free herself from the restrains of her seatbelt. She fires once at the roof of the car and summersaults out the front door.

I know where my gun is and in my mind I'm reaching for it and joining her in the fight. Unfortunately my mind and my body aren't connected because all my body is doing is shrinking further and further into the soft leather seeking comfort from the chaos outside.

Kate land the flip perfectly, in ways i could only dream of, and points of the gun at the top of the car. She then stands and reloads the gun.

"Come On!" and she fires

"Come on!" she screams louder and reloads the gun. I can tell by the heavy breathing that she is entering that stage of the adrenaline rush.

She walks to the car and opens the trunk. The rush of cold air doesn't help the situation with my nerves but the air brings relief to my flaming face.

I hear the cocking of a new gun and I can tell she is serious about this. That machine gun is once of the best in accuracy and it has a special surprise loading inside.

She closes the trunk and runs off, leaving me wondering.

I can vaguely hear feet on rooftops and then a bang. She fired the gun, the question is at who?

A body, far lighter than the animal I saw, land on the floor with a groan.

A new car drives up and my mom walks up to it. Uncle Chris gets out and I can tell he is pissed by his expression.

"Get in"

"Not even hello, or nice to see you?" Kate inquires.

"All i've got at the moment is please put the assault rifle away before someone notices."

"That's the brother I love." She replies with her coy smile. "Chris there were two of 'em."

"The alpha?"

She wrinkles her face, "I don't know, but one of them is gonna lead us to the other."

"He can't do that if he's dead"

"Well, I can't help kill either of them if one kills me first." She defends.

"How long will it take?"

She cocks her head "Give him 48 hours, if that."

They walk off to the car and start to move all the luggage. Uncle Chris carries me to his car as I fall into real sleep, exshauted and overwhelmed.

A/N

Sorry about the long time between updates. School is school and sports are really time consuming. I added this little filler chapter. I hope you all enjoy. Guess what? Someone comented and even though it was about updating, i'm super happy. It inspired me to finish this chapter quicker. SO... read and review. Sorry about grammer, I will come back and check it when I can. I just wanted to get this out there.

-Mia