Wolfsbane (MTV'S Teen Wolf Fan-Fiction)

Run

Run.

Laurel stepped into the shower, the blistering heat waking her up and relaxing her muscles. 

Not to long after, she stepped out, wrapping a towel around her body. 

"Laurel?" She heard, followed by a knock at the hotel door. She dashed out of the bathroom, letting Wade in.

"Howdy!" She rolled her eyes, walking to the closet.

"What do you want, Wade?" She grabbed her clothes, skipping off into the bathroom.

"So, when is your and Stiles' date?" He asked, rocking on his heels.

"As soon as I fight for mine, your, and Isaac's lives." She smirked, sitting down on the bed.

"Right, I forgot about that. So...." He trailed off. She let out a long sigh,

"You can come, but stay hidden, stay safe, and don't move, even if I get injured." He scoffed,

"How could I not protect my bestest friend since I was wittle?" She smacked his hands away as he pinched her cheeks.

"Well, your still 'wittle'."

"I'M FIVE SEVEN!" He defended.

"I'm five eight, so I guess I win."

"I'm six one, so I win." Isaac chuckled, walking through the front door.

You see, Isaac may not be the kindest of people, but when it comes to his little sister and her best friend, he loves them both.

"Go behind the trash bin." Laurel repeated. I groaned, going off to hide while they 'wolf up'. 

"What the hell?!" I exclaimed as I saw Stiles. He instantly hushed me, pulling me behind the trash bin, shushing me.

Argent and his men soon drove up, and after exchanges of snide comments, it was war. But this wasn't fair. The wolves were outnumbered, and right now, Laurel is the only one not injured. They were all shot with regular bullets, except Nick. Isaac and Havanna faced the pain in their stomachs, running over to us. They both grabbed us and we ran, dodging bullets and arrows, Laurel and Erica not far behind. The others are keeping them distracted as we run through the forest, and I honestly have no idea what is going on.

"Stop." Laurel called, and we all did, turning to her. She lifted the bottom of Isaac's shirt, examining his wound.

"Guys, there you are!" Derek yelled, stopping beside us all.

"Derek, take Stiles back." Laurel instructed, and we all turned to him.

"What?" Stiles asked. 

"You have to stay safe, Stiles, you need to." She pleaded. Everyone walked away, giving the two space to talk.

"But I can't just leave you guys, what about Wade?"

"He isn't as important, well he is, but I'm not in love with him!" Her eyes widened as she realised what she just said.

"But..." He squinted, trying to process what happened.

"I love you." She repeated, realising there was no way to hide it now. She turned back, looking at the gobsmacked others.

He didn't reply, but as soon as she turned around he had kissed her.

Derek had to literally drag Stiles away, but as he did so, Stiles yelled one thing,

"I love you, Laurel!" Then him, Derek, Nick, and their packs were gone. There were only six left in the forest and they were Laurel, Isaac, Wade, Havanna, and Erica... And Peter.

They all turned around as they heard the crackiling of leeves, and there stood Peter. But he hadn't noticed them, at all, because he then ran after Scott.

"No!" Laurel said, and was about to run when Isaac grabbed her arm.

"Laurel, they will keep Stiles safe, but we need to go."

"Say what now?" Wade asked.

"We need to run, leave Beacon Hills, you know, survive." Erica explained, slightly cocking her head to the side.

"Well where are we going to go?" Havanna mimicked in the same tone of voice, even cocking her head, a smirk on her pink lips.

"I'm sorry, bitch, but I'm no atlas." She sneered.

"Shut up!" Isaac silenced.

"What about food?" Wade asked, just after his stomach let out a rumble.

"Erica." The others voulenteered. She groaned before running off to get supplies for them to live in the forest as they made their way to the next town.