The Wolf Trials

Chapter Seventeen

Newt walked into a narrow hallway, not even a single light was on. It was pitch black. He was blind. "What the bloody hell- Scott? Malia?! Anyone?" Newt fumbled around in the dark, unable to see his way back. There was no response from the others.

Newt swallowed nervously, the darkness felt like an icy blanket, wrapping around his throat. He was startled by a noise that seemed to emerge from his right. He searched around before finding broomstick lying in the middle of the floor.

Slowly his eyes were adjusting to the dark. Silhouettes became clear, such as doors and the lights, which were switched off.

The darkness seemed to wrap around his throat, making it harder to breathe. For the second time in a day, he felt spooked as though someone was watching him from the shadows.

Goosebumps rose on his neck, he felt cold air tickling his ear. He froze, his muscles tensing, Newt remembered he had pockets on his red leather jacket - the same one he was wearing before he blacked out.

Hastily he grabbed a switch knife from his pocket and flicked it open, he swivelled around, his right arm connected with something, followed by the sound of material tearing and the groan as the knife sliced through flesh.

Newt was still blind, guided by his instincts he ducked as someone swung at him, before stepping sideways and smashing into a nose with his elbow. Newt heard a male scream, his elbow throbbed with the pain from the impact.

He stood up, straightening his back. He gripped the blade tightly before turning to face the stranger, their hazy silhouette writhing on the ground in pain.

Newt gasped, as lights suddenly flicked on. He was temporarily blinded, as small hands shoved him against the wall. He blinked repeatedly as his eyes adjusted to the lighting change.

A girl was pinning him against the wall, her fiery red hair was a falling out of a carless braid, on her shoulder. She was glaring at him.

"I defended myself before you start. He was sneaking up on me." Newt looked at the person on the floor, who was now sitting up. He was a young boy, perhaps a year or so younger than Newt. His eyes were glowing a yellow, Newt saw Wolf fangs hidden behind the boy's mouth. He wiped his nose and it seemed to snap into place.

The girl turned her head towards the boy, "You okay Liam?" The boy- Liam, nodded, as he stood up. Newt could see Liam clenching his fists, his claws were cutting into his palms, Newt stared as blood dripped onto the floor.

Liam sighed, "Lydia I smell Scott on him, I think he's good. Not sure why he's dressed like on of them." Liam spat the last word. Newt shrugged, "Well I'll explain later, but I lost Scott and the others, any idea where they are? I went round the wrong corner."

The girl-Lydia huffed in annoyance. "The one time a person walks into our trap it had to be a friend of Scott's, not a single doctor or guard."

She let go of Newt, still eyeing him wearily as though she did not trust him. Newt didn't blame her, after all her barely knew who they were. They clearly knew Scott.

Footsteps sounded behind them and there was the sound of shoes sliding on the linoleum floor. Scott stopped in front of them, a sheepish grin on his face.

"Lydia, Liam. We were just coming to find you guys, I see you found Newt. Now all we've got to do is get to our destination and figure out how to wake up Stiles."

"Thomas." Newt mumbled, it was a habit because that was what his name was. His new one. From the Glade. Lydia whirled around to give him an irritated look. "His name is Stiles. No matter what these psychos tell you and him. Stiles Stilinski!"

Newt shrugged, brushing off her comment. "Since it looks like your pack's all here, should we go?" He spoke to Scott, who nodded. "We only have so much time to help Stiles. We need to get along and work together. Understood?" Everyone nodded.

Scott had officially gone into an alpha state of mind, no-one dared to say anything. As we all marched onwards in a group, through the empty hallways.