Kids in the Dark [S.S. Book One]

Twelve

Stiles' POV

To add to the chaos of everything, Chris Argent appeared. "Move!" He yelled.

"No," I retorted. "I'm not letting you leave them here. Especially her."

Ally's eyes fluttered open and she gave Peter a punch in the face. He growled at her, and I knew she was frightened, but she stood her ground. She then turned to see Lydia. "What did you do to my friend?!" She screamed.

Peter told me to call Jackson to let him know where Lydia was. Ally and I got the honor of following Peter. Awesome.

As we walked to my car, Ally stumbled and mumbled, "My head still hurts. Thanks, Psycho Wolf."

I swept her up in my arms as I said, "You're probably concussed. We'll check that out."

She laughed as she patted my shoulder. "I can walk you know."

"I'd rather carry you."

Ally turned back to Peter and hissed, "Psycho Wolf."

Peter smirked. "I like that nickname. Anyway, about your friend. Don't feel bad. If she lives, she'll become a werewolf. She'll be incredibly powerful."

I scoffed. "Yeah, and once a month, she'll go out of her freaking mind and try to tear me apart."

"Well, actually, considering that she's a woman, twice a month."

Ally took that opportunity to swat Peter in the head. He sighed. "You're abusive. Alyssa, stop hitting me."

She glared darkly. "Stop hitting the guy who knocked me out and nearly killed my best friend? Yeah, I don't think so."

Peter bared his fangs at her and she crossed her arms and sighed. "You really think I'm frightened of that? I've seen enough shit in the town to pretty much leave me unfazed. So, yeah. Bare your fangs at me wolfman, cause it doesn't do jack."

"Pull in here," Peter ordered once we've reached the hospital parking garage.

I parked near a dark car. I couldn't quite tell what color it was, but I knew that it was a dark color. "Whose car is this?"

"I belonged to my nurse."

"What happened to you n--oh, my God!" Ally screeched.

Peter's nurse was in a fetal position, clearly dead, in the back of her own car. Yeah, if that's not messed up, I don't know what is.

Peter shrugged. "I got better."

Peter handed me a laptop and I opened it. "Good luck getting a signal down here. Oh, MiFi. And you're a Mac guy. Does that go for all werewolves, or just a personal preference?"

"Turn it on. Get connected."

"You know, you're really killing the whole werewolf mystique thing here. Look, you still need Scott's username and password, and I'm sorry, but I don't know them."

Ally gave me a pointed look and I shook my head slightly at her, hoping Peter didn't see. Luckily, I don't think he did. "You know both of them."

"No, I don't," I repeated.

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

"Dude, I swear to God--" I grumbled.

Peter smiled as he looked to Ally. "I can be very persuasive, Stiles. Don't make me persuade you."

"Don't touch her," I growled.

Ally came up beside me and draped an arm around my waist. "The sooner you finish, the sooner we can get out of here," she whispered.

"What happens after you find Derek?" I asked, mid-type.