To love a Werewolf

Chapter 8

  As I was driving home from school I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Like something bad was going to happen and I couldn't help but feel it was going to happen soon.

  Just as I was getting through the door of my house I felt my phone vibrate violently in my pocket letting me know someone was calling. I pulled it out without looking at the screen to see who it was because I was busy setting all my stuff on the ground.

  "Yello god of awesomeness speaking" I answered with a little smile and I hear my dad laugh from the couch.

  "Stiles my loft reeks of magic I need you-" I heard a loud bang and then the line goes dead.

  "Derek? Derek!" I yell frantically trying to get him to answer but realize whoever did this disconnected the call.

  "Stiles what's going on?" my dad said with a worried tone to his voice.

  "Dad Dereks in trouble I've got to help him. Call Scott for me and tell him there's a code red and he needs to get everyone to the loft immediately" I said while shoving on my shoes and ripping my jacket off the hook running out the door ignoring my dad's yells as I jump into the Jeep and speed out the driveway.

  God please, please be okay I keep chanting over and over again in my head as I break every speed limit I can to get to Derek's loft. When I get there I go raising out of the car and run into the building running to Dereks loft and throwing the door open with my mind, not caring that I just ripped the door from its hinges.

  As I rush into the room I see this dark figure there standing over his body with a gun to his head. I feel this rush of cold fury go through me and I bring my hand up and fling it towards the giant window watching as the figure follows my movements and flies put the window. I feel a great amount of satisfaction to see him fly out it knowing he won't make the large drop to the ground. Hoping that his blood has painted the concrete red.

  I rush over to Derek sliding on my knees to check and see if he is okay I can see a bullet hole in his leg and I can smell the wolfsbane in the air and it makes my stomach turn and my insides go hot.

  "No Derek you can't die. Wake up dude, who's supposed to argue with me and call me an idiot now?" I feel tears rushing down my face and just as Scott and the pack burst through the door all I can whisper is.

  "I love you, you idiot. Wake up sourwolf."

 

(chapter idea credit is given to sterekpreferably)