The Omen

ꕥ Chapter Eighteen ꕥ

I scramble out of the car, my heart racing at the idea of Stiles being left alone with the alpha.

Peter looked down at his nurse and shrugged, "I got better."

I stood in between Peter and Stiles, glaring up at him with blurry eyes.

Peter pulled a computer out of the trunk and opened it in front of Stiles, turning the keys towards him. "Open it." He snapped.

"Good luck getting a signal down here." Stiles speaks, his eyes widening what Peter pulls out a black box. "Oh, MiFi. And you're a Mac guy. Does that go for all werewolves, or just a personal preference?"

I smack my elbow into Stiles ribs, not wanting him to say something that got him hurt. I already had one person I loved in the hospital, I didn't need two.

"Turn it on. Get connected."

"You know, you're really killing the whole werewolf mystique thing here." Stiles rants, opening the computer. "Look, you still need Scott's username and password, and I'm sorry, but I don't know them." He points to the log in screen of the computer.

Peter rolls his eyes, "You know both of them."

"No, I don't."

"Even if I couldn't hear your heartbeat, I would still be able to tell that you're lying." Peter snaps, obviously growing annoyed.

"Dude, I swear to God-"

Peter grabs the back of my neck and slams my head into the roof of the car, a small whine leaving my mouth as my cheek painfully smashes into the smooth top. "I can be very persuasive, Stiles. Don't make me persuade you."

Stiles turns towards the computer, "What happens after you find Derek?"

"Don't think, Stiles." Peter pushes my head down farther and I feel the car dent under my face, "Type."

I feel my eyes flare up and my claws grow out, digging into the soft roof of the car, "You're gonna kill people, aren't you?" I growl.

"Only the responsible ones."

"Look, if I do this, you have to promise to leave Scott and Hetha out of it." Stiles tries to reason.

"Do you know why wolves hunt in packs? It's because their favorite prey are too large to be brought down by one wolf alone. I need Derek and Scott. I need both of them. You too, Hetha." Peter lessons his grip on my neck and I slink away from him, moving to stand on the other side of Stiles.

"He's not gonna help you." I hiss, lightly rubbing my sore neck.

"Oh, he will. Because it'll save Allison. And you will, because it will save Scott. Your best friend whom Stiles knows so well, he even has his username and password."

Stiles tilts his head down to look at me before sighing and running his fingers along the keys.

"His username is 'Allison'?" Peter groans, clearly annoyed by Scotts choices.

Stiles rolls his eyes and types in Scotts password, "His password is also 'Allison'?"

"Still want him in your pack?" Stiles grumbles, watching as the computer boots up. Stiles opens a program and begins to look for the location of Scotts phone.

I tilt my head as I look at the now loaded screen, "Wait, what the - That's where they're keeping him?" I ask, my eyes glued to the arrow, "At his own house?"

"Not at it. Under it. I know exactly where that is." Peter shakes his head smugly before a loud howl cuts through the air, "And I'm not the only one."