Series Rewrite (A Teen Wolf Fanfiction) Continued

The Wolves of War Pt 2

  Malia contacted Peter and he told her about the statue bodies he found at the school since he got there before us. They were hunters, so it wasn't a huge loss. I wondered if we'd get everyone back if Scott and I somehow defeated the Anuk-Ite, or if everyone it turned remained stone. Malia yelled for Peter to close his eyes, knowing the Anuk-Ite wasn't far behind. Hopefully, he'd heed her warning.

"Hurry," she said to Scott. He stepped on the gas of the jeep, lurching us forward even faster to the school. The second we stepped through the doors we saw a statue. It had Peter's face. I was about to give Malia a sympathetic look when she circled him. "He's not dead. He can't be."

I heard something that made me happy simply because I knew it would make Malia happy. And it meant that all these people who were turned could be saved. "There's a heartbeat, but it's faint."

"We're not alone," Derek said when the squeaky sound of a door opened. From the other end of the hallway, footsteps could be heard. I couldn't make out how many there were.

"Go, go, go!" I hissed, pushing everyone up the stairs. I held my breath as I slid into my hiding spot, the hunters running straight past us. They didn't even stop to look at the stony statues which told me they already knew. Yet they were still trying to kill us instead of worrying about what did that to their friends.

"We can't just hide," Malia whispered. "Peter's not gunna last like that."

"He healed from being burned alive. Twice. Peter will survive this, too," I replied. Peter was like a cockroach. He never stayed dead. "We just have to figure out how to change him back."

"If that things finds us first, we won't be around to figure it out," Derek said.

"We've gotta wait for Stiles," Scott said.

Malia, who was already antsy, mumbled, "I'm not waiting here." She quickly ran out of our hiding spot and down the stairs before I could catch her.

"Malia!" I hissed quietly. She kept going, so I looked at Scott. We followed her down, catching up with her in the hallway. I stopped suddenly while Scott was getting her attention, and I turned to the scent that made me wrathful. Standing at the other end was Monroe with a gun in each hand. I assumed in those were the bullets to kill me and Scott. She fired. I didn't know if she was aiming for me or Scott, but she hit Scott in the shoulder.

I gasped, my priority now making sure he was okay over getting to Monroe. Scott groaned, "I'm okay, don't let her go." As I was distracted with Scott, she fired another shot, but this one hit me. The searing red hot pain that went through my left shoulder brought me to the ground with a loud cry. I'd never been shot with cyclamen before, but this was hell. Monroe was a hell of a good shot considering she shot both me and Scott in almost the same place. Except mine was on the other side.

A plume of yellow smoke wafted up from my shoulder, and I clenched my hands into shaking fists at the insurmountable pain running through my body.

"I'll get her." Malia stood.

"Be careful," I told her. She nodded once then growled ferociously at Monroe before chasing after her. Monroe didn't seem all that scared and that scared me. Malia was reckless. It could get her into trouble, but she was also strong and smart. Monroe wouldn't beat her. The pain seemed to be residing only to be replaced by a stronger one. Still, I forced myself to sit up with a groan. "I'm alright."

Derek, who was perching me up against him, said, "No you're not. Neither of you are. That's yellow wolfsbane and yellow cyclamen. It's gunna kill you." I shook my head. I refused to die. Finally, it seemed the pain had reduced to a dull throb. That was a pain that I could handle. I'd figure out how to save us after we finished this.