Series Rewrite (A Teen Wolf Fanfiction) Continued

The Wolves of War Pt 1

   They were getting closer to us, closing in on us, trapping us. There were too many to fight off. If they didn't have those massive guns, then maybe, but in this situation, Lydia was right. We were dead. I was just happy that Stiles wasn't here. Even though he was human, I doubt they'd spare him. He'd been labeled as a Sympathizer. I peered out again, my leg now fully healed, to see Malia and Lydia hiding behind a dumpster. I moved back into place just as a bullet hit the wall where my face had been. I had to be more careful.

"Y/N!" Scott yelled to me, trying to see if I was okay.

I turned to him, trying not to let how scared I was show on my face. On my list of 'Ways I'm Willing to Die', Death by Rainfall of Bullets wasn't on it. I looked forward to see a man walking towards me, a gun in his hand and pointed straight at my face. He was too far to attack and he looked too trigger-happy for me to try and run.

I was deciding my method of survival when a car slammed into him. Well, not just a car. A jeep. The man would probably never be able to walk again if he even survived. I looked at Stiles with wide eyes and a smile forming on my face.

He smiled back, leaning his elbow on the window. "Now I see why you didn't call me back. You didn't think you were doing this without me, did you?" I started to shake my head and Derek stepped into view as well.

"Without us?" The hopelessness I'd felt before lifted a little, and I thought maybe we could survive this. Derek bared his fangs and jumped into the fight, literally flying through the air like a modern-day Superman to flatten two men to the ground.

I summersaulted to a new hiding place, avoiding passing bullets. The new place gave me enough access to jump behind a man. I pulled his gun out of his hand and lurched it upwards, slashing him across the chest. He fell down unconscious and I dropped the gun to the side.

A man came at me from my left, closer to the wall, and then there was another coming up behind. I kicked the gun out of the man on the left's hands then grabbed his shoulders, using him to swing myself around. I pushed off of the wall and swung my leg around until I slammed it into the other man's face. His bullets had missed me but hit the other guy. I didn't think they would kill him, but he was in a lot of pain. I kneed him in the gut and tossed him to the side so he wouldn't get back up.

I turned to see everyone retreating since we had all fought back then I noticed Scott had Deucalion perched up against a barrel. He was still trying to heal. At least, I hoped he was. There was blood coming from his mouth and that didn't seem to be a good sign. I took his hand in my own as Stiles came and stood over me. Lines of pain came through my veins, but I bit my cheek to keep from reacting upon them.

I found it odd how I was crying over this man's death. He said, "Gerard... What he f-fears most... He can't beat the two of you. Not together." His eyes finally unglazed, looking at both of us crying over him. Why was I feeling like this over a man I used to hate with everything I had? He laughed humorously, but it was sad to see. "And he knows it."

"Y-you don't have to die. Shift. Heal yourself. Please," I begged. Deucalion's hand fell limply from mine as his head dropped to the side, the life leaving his eyes.

"It's started, hasn't it?" Malia asked.

I sniffled and wiped my face dry. "What's started?" I stood and Stiles took my hand, comforting me.

"It's an all-out war," Scott said, standing up as well. As he hadn't noticed Derek before, Scott rushed over to hug him.

Peter sighed with annoyance. "As much as I enjoy the impromptu family reunion, what are you doing here?" Scott backed up and Derek spared Peter a glance.