Through the Dark // S.S. [Book One]

Chapter 12

I hear voices and turn to see Stiles and Sheriff Stilinski, who seems mad.

Stiles' eyes widen when he sees me and he wraps me in his arms, causing me to grunt in pain. "Oh, gods! Malákas!"

He instantly pulls away. "I'm so sorry, Megara!"

Sheriff Stilinski turns to me. "Megara, perhaps you can tell me why I found you and Lydia bloody on the field."

"Some guy mugged us and I fought him off. Lydia got the worst of it. He didn't do anything worse than beating us up, so you needn't worry."

Sheriff Stilinski nods and leaves to take a call. We walk through the halls with Jackson on our tails. "Hey, where are you two going?"

"To find Scott." Stiles answers.

"You don't have a car."

"I'm aware of that. Thank you."

"Here, I'll drive. Come on--"

"Look, just because you feel guilty all of a sudden doesn't make it okay, alright?" Stiles interrupts. "Half of this is still your fault."

Jackson rolls his eyes. "Look, I have a car. You don't. Do you want my help or not?"

Stiles purses his lips. "Alright. Did you bring the Porsche?"

"Yeah."

"Good. I'll drive." Stiles says, taking the keys.

As we're walking through the hospital halls, Chris Argent sees us. "Boys. Young lady. I was wondering if you can tell me where Scott McCall is."

"Scott McCall? Uhm, haven't seen him since the dance. Megara? Jackson, you?"

I nod. "I last saw him at the dance."

"I--" Jackson begins nervously.

Stiles rolls his eyes. "Oh, for the love of God."

Chris smiles sarcastically. "Let's try this again. Where is Scott McCall?" He pauses a moment then continues, "Let me ask you a question, Stiles. Have you ever seen a rabid dog?"

Stiles shakes his head. "No. I could put it on my to-do list, if you just let me go."

"Well, I have. And the only thing I've ever been able to compare it to is seeing a friend of mine turn on a full moon. Do you wanna know what happened?"

"Not really. No offense to your storytelling skills."

"He tried to kill me, and I was forced to put a bullet in his head. The whole while that he lay there dying, he was still trying to claw his way toward me, still trying to kill me, like it was the most important thing he could do with his last breath. Can you imagine that?"

Once again, Stiles shakes his head. "No. And it sounds like you need to be a little bit more select--"

"Did Scott try to kill you on the full moon? Did you have to lock him up?" Chris interrupts.

"Yeah, I did. I had to handcuff him to a radiator. Why? Would you prefer I locked him in the basement and burned the whole house down around him?"

Chris frowns. "I hate to dispel a popular rumor, Stiles, but we never did that."

"Oh, right. Derek said you guys had a code. I guess no one ever breaks it."

"Never."

"What if someone does?"

"Someone like who?"

"Your sister."

We get in the car and drive off to the Hale house. As we near the house, Stiles guns the engine on the dirt, to which Jackson protests. "Hey, hey, hey. This isn't exactly an all-terrain vehicle."

"Yeah." Stiles nods. "Did you pay for it?"

"No."

"Then shut up."

Stiles climbs out of the Porsche and throws a Molotov cocktail at the transformed Alpha, who, unfortunately, catches it. "Oh, damn."

I pull out my sword and rush towards it, but am pulled back by Stiles. I manage to stab him in the chest, knocking him back. "Let me go, Stiles!" I scream.

Stiles just tightens his grip on me as Jackson throws his own Molotov cocktail. Allison shoots an arrow at it, causing flames to erupt. Peter is covered in flames and manages to fall behind a tree.

Allison and Scott kiss, and his wolf features slowly disappear. I can't help but get over how cute they are. They're truly meant to be.

I whip around to Stiles. "Why'd you stop me?"

"Because it was stupid to do. We've got a new Alpha."

"Do not change the subject on me, Stiles Stilinski!"

"You could have gotten hurt."

"But I didn't."

"No, and you're lucky."

"Why are you so worried about me? I can protect myself."

"I know you can, but I feel like I need to protect you. Can you put that sword away? You're making me nervous."

"What? This?" I ask, lifting the sword near his face. "It's Celestial Bronze. It won't hurt you, so long as you're human."

"100%."

Scott grabs our arms. "Let's go. We're going to see Lydia."

We get back to the hospital and walk to Lydia's room. Scott glances nervously. "Shut the door." The three of us wince as the door creaks as Stiles slowly closes it.

He lifts up the sheets covering Lydia. "Oh, God."

"What?" Stiles asks.

"Is it healed?" I add.

Scott shakes his head. "No, not at all."

Stiles frowns. "I don't get it. The doctor said she'd be fine."

Scott nods slowly. "Yeah, but the bite's not healing like it did with me. Which means--She's not a werewolf."

"Then what the hell is she?" Stiles questions in slight frustration.