Once
I chewed on my lip as I paced Stiles' room, listening to Mr. Stilinksi on the phone.
"Dad, I'm right here." He said, catching both of our attention. I spotted the swollen and bleeding lip, along with the large, bleeding scrape along the left side jawline.
Joining the father and son in a group hug I cried in relief. Yet soon enough, I left.
"Lydia, you have to understand that you shouldn't be involved. I know we were practically enemies, but now is not the time to pick fights with me. My brother is out there fighting someone who could potentially murder him. You love Jackson, we all know it, so be a good bitch and listen to me. You can either leave and forget this werewolf buisness, or you can get in my goddamn car so we can get Stiles." She reluctantly followed me as I grabbed my keys, storming out the door.
After arriving we told him we had to help, and he basically told us to get in his car and shut up. Mainly because me and Lydia were arguing.
"Take a double left, a right, and then go down the road, at the end drive into the warehouse. And I mean into."
"As in through the wall?"
"Yes."
"The brick solid wall?"
"YES!"
"With my car?"
"NO WITH YOUR FIST!" Lydia yelled sarcastically. Finally he shut up, following my directions as we worked to find the others.
"Did I hit him?" Stiles asked, opening his eyes. Surely enough he did, but Jackson made a surprise appearance by crashing into the windsheald.
"Isaac!" I yelled, jumping out of the car and running to my wounded, yet healing, brother.
"You aren't paralized, right? You can move and get up so we can make sure you are safe?" I panicked.
"No, yes, and yes." He answered, standing up, We ran out behind the others as shit went down.
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Wolfsbane (MTV'S Teen Wolf Fan-Fiction)
FanfictionGrowing up in solitude is one of the most difficult things for somebody to go through, but when all of that changes overnight, there has to be a downside, right? Laurel Lahey, never seen, never known, until she gets a part in the world of werewolve...
