Series Rewrite (A Teen Wolf Fanfiction) Continued

Said the Spider to the Fly Pt 2

   I knew where Liam was without even having to call him. It was almost like we were magnets and the closer I got the him, the stronger it felt. I would always know where he was, and this time he was at the school.

"Liam!" I called, jogging down the dark hallways. My footsteps were loud since the halls were empty and it was eerily quiet. I called again when I caught the smell of blood, and my pace picked up. Now I was worried.

"Y/N?" Liam's confused voice said from my right. Down the hall, both Liam and Mason were panting on the floor against the lockers. Liam was covered in slashes made by claws, Mason seemed to be unharmed but I was willing to bet he got tossed around a little. There was a blood smear on the opposite lockers, but whatever they had fought was long gone now.

I stooped down in front of them, touching Mason's arm gently while I took Liam's hand. "What happened? Are you guys okay?" They nodded, but it wasn't the truth. "Alright, come on." I grabbed them both, practically pulling them to their feet by their shirts. Liam was worse off than he admitted, hardly able to walk. Mason, who was better off, helped me carrying Liam to the locker rooms where we'd be alone.

I groaned under Liam's weight whenever he tripped over his own feet, but I kept him from faceplanting the linoleum. Mason opened the door to the boys' locker room, and Liam practically fell forward onto the bench, worn out from walking. I didn't know what did this to him, but my focus was more on making sure that he was healing.

As Mason checked to make sure the room was empty, I unbuttoned Liam's shirt. He grunted in pain when I slid it off his shoulders so I could see the wound more. It was obviously done by something powerful. The four deep gashes made by claws ran from the top of his left shoulder to his peck, and then there was another running from one side to the other of his stomach. I was surprised I couldn't see intestine poking out.

Based on how the scratches had black stuff around it, I was guessing this had been done by a Hellhound. "Did Parrish do this to you?"

"No, it was another one," Mason answered, coming to stand next to me as I knelt in front of Liam.

"There's another Hellhound?"

"I-I've never seen him before today."

"I should be healing faster than this," Liam hissed, staring down at his chest.

"It's Hellfire. I mean, all things considered, you're doing great."

"Give me your arm," I said, holding out my hand.

"No. I can handle it," Liam denied, knowing what my plan was.

"I know. But you don't have to. Let me take some of it. We'll both heal faster." Liam stared at me, contemplating if he was going to let me help. I felt every emotion that he went through, and finally, he slid his arm into mine, both of us gripping forearms.

I closed my eyes, focusing on taking the wound that seemed to be worse. Over the summer, I'd learned to focus my powers. Stiles really couldn't leave the supernatural behind. He was obsessed with it, and that obsession showed itself by teaching me to control my powers more. I was annoyed at first, but then it started to work.

My groans of pain were hidden behind my closed mouth and pinched eyes. I could feel the invisible Hellfire splitting the skin of my stomach as if I was the one who'd fought the Hellhound. The blood made my shirt stick to my skin, and I tried not to focus on the searing heat.

When the wound was transferred, I let go of Liam's hand. He sighed in relief while I sat on the bench next to him, now letting my body do what it did best.