The Wolf Trials

Chapter Twenty Two

Newt was dragged backwards by two pairs of hands. Angrily, he shook them off. He spun around to the others. Each of them wore a grim expression on their faces. His voice rose in anger. "What's wrong with you?! He could die!" Malia sighed. "And so could Stiles. We can come back for Argent later. You heard him, he said he'll be fine."

Newt rolled his eyes and stormed off, his head felt heavy. He was exhausted. He kicked over a pile of wooden crates.

Scott walked in behind him and placed a comforting hand on Newt's shoulder. He spoke. "I'm sorry Newt. There's nothing we can do. We're stuck here if we don't continue with the plan. Stiles or Thomas, I'm not even sure what to call him anymore, he needs us. We're his best friends and it's up to us to save him. You've seen him. You're the only one that knows what's up with him."

Newt stepped forwards, letting Scott's hand fall away. He slouched, Newt felt tired and desperate. "I don't know what's wrong with him! That's the point! I know every blood thing else about this place now! But I don't know how to help him! He's in some sort of coma that's all I know! And it's all Wicked's fault! All of this! For turning me! For trapping Tommy in that place! It's all. Their. Fault!"

He shouted before turning to punch the wall on his right. The wall was made of metal. Much to his dismay.

His hand was grabbed by one with an iron hold. He looked at Scott who was blocking him from hitting the wall. Scott was calm. "I know your hurting. But this helps nothing. Hurting yourself hurts Thomas. We both don't want that." Newt relaxed a little, his fist unclenched. Scott had called him Thomas instead of Stiles.

His legs gave out beneath him. He fell against Scott. Who caught him. Newt felt hot tears fall down his cheeks. Newt knew he hated crying but currently he needed to. Everything was harsh and terrifying. He had already lost Tommy once. He couldn't survive if he lost his best friend again.

Through his tears he realised something. Thomas was more than a friend to him. He everything to him. They had been through so much together. Newt broke down. He felt hopeless.

Scott crouched down beside him and patted his back. He spoke reassuringly. "Give it time. We will get him out of this. He's a part of this pack. And so are you. Take a minute to grieve. I can tell you've been through a lot. We're all here for you Newt. Even Liam- He's good when you get to know him. Being stuck here's affected each of us differently. You're the only one that seems normal. And that's a miracle."

Newt sniffed, a smile playing on his lips. "True. But promise me. After we save Tommy. We are stopping Wicked once and for all. No-one else can go through all this. Promise me Scott."

Scott nodded. A door creaked behind them. Two faces appeared around the door. The trio of people spoke at once. "We all promise."