(Discontinued) When the Wolves Howl | Teen Wolf

Chapter 1

My hands freeze at my sides.

Tears glisten in his eyes as he gives us a small quirk of his head.

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He keeps the gun pressing back and forth between our three backs, but it hovers over Gorgeous Boy's for longer. He leads us into an office that has voices coming from it, both distinctly male.

My feet keep tripping on nothing and my hands stay clenched by my side. Mom walks steadily beside me.

One by one, we squeeze into the office. A man notices us first and there's another boy, also pretty.

Priorities, Iris.

Blue Flannel walks over to the pretty boy. Mom and I move closer to the windows.

The man speaks first, "Matt?" His hands are up. "It's Matt, right? Matt, whatever's going on, I guarantee you there's a solution that doesn't involve a gun." His voice sounds calming, but it does nothing to the knot of panic in my chest.

"You know, it's funny you say that, because I don't think you're aware of just how right you are." Matt's voice breaks as he speaks.

"I know you don't wanna hurt people." The man tries to reason with him.

"Actually, I wanna hurt a lot of people. You three weren't on my list, but I could be persuaded. Now, you two were a surprise, but that doesn't have to happen." Matt waves the gun toward Mom and me. She shifts her body to cover me, and I let her.

"One way, is to try dialing somebody on your cell phone, like McCall is doing."

Pretty Boy, with a green shirt, quickly takes his hand out of his pocket.

"That-that could definitely get someone hurt. Everyone." Matt waves the gun around again, gesturing. I flinch as it passes me. "Now!" I jump at his raise of voice.

I fumble to get my phone out of my pocket, fingers trembling too hard. I bend down and set it on the ground, almost dropping it. There's a huff of exasperation from Flannel. I look up and see him staring at Matt with hatred.

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The zip of the handcuffs echoes in my ears. The metal is cold on my wrists, a stark contrast to my warm hands. They are not too tight, but tight enough to scare me more.

"Tighter," Matt says and I shrink back from Flannel Boy as he tightens my handcuffs, after doing Mom's and the man's.

I sit on the floor, chained to a metal table leg. Mom sits above me, her leg bouncing up and down. My eyes catch on Flannel Boy's. He gives me a somewhat encouraging smile. I can't give him one back, but it does something to my heart that causes it to jump. Probably from fright about what will happen to him and Pretty Boy.

I tap my fingers on the metal leg as I watch the three boys leave.

"So, I guess we're gonna have to wait to get help with our car?" Mom's voice fills the ticking silence.

I let out a nervous burst of laughter, but it quickly turns into a gasp of cold air.

I'm quickly reminded of the day when they died.

I bite down on my lip and try to push the thoughts away.

Their voices sound from down the hall.

"I am so sorry that you are in this situation." The man says from the other side of my mother. "I am Sheri- I'm Noah Stilinski." He gives me a sad look.

I say nothing, but Mom does. "I'm Alisha Sallow. This is my daughter, Iris."

We sit in silence for a few minutes before the sound of a vehicle breaks it.

My eyes go wide as I realize that it sounds like it was close. There's a sound of a door opening and then a loud thud. Murmured voices make their way down to us, but I can't understand them.

I squeeze my eyes shut, the sound of my breathing and my nail tapping on metal grounding me.

My eyes flash opens as the sound of another car echoes through the building. Not soon after, a gunshot sounds.

I flinch and scramble to my knees, not able to get any higher. Mom stands up straight, and so does Mr. Stilinski.

"Scott! Stiles!" He bellows out. "What happened?"

There's no response beside muffled yelling.

"Matt! Matt, listen to me!" Mr. Stilinski yells out again.

"Everybody shut the hell up!" Matt's voice carries through the Sheriff's station.

Tears form in my eyes but I squeeze my eyes shut, refusing to cry. Mom crouches down next to me, hand rubbing my back.

There's a baby wailing, my brother, Leo. His cries echo throughout the house but are quickly silenced with a gunshot. I shiver and cry from under my bed.

The wood frame presses into my back, but the pain is nothing compared to hearing a baby's cries being silenced so horribly. I used to fit under the bed so easily, back when I was a child.

I'm shaking and tears are streaming down my face. But I don't make any noise, not even when the second and third gunshot ring out.

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The boy in green stumbles into the room. He falls against the wall next to me. A red spot that was not there before has taken over his side.

I'm quickly distracted from the dark memory. "Oh, my God! Are you okay?" I yelp up at him. He nods through closed eyes.

"Please, he needs to see a doctor." Matt put a woman in a cell. She begs him, make-up messed up from crying.

Matt says something back, but I can't hear him.

"Hey, hey! You listen to me!" Mr. Stilinski yells and points a finger at Matt.

"It's all right. I'm okay." Gunshot Wound says from beside me. His voice is soft.

"No, honey, you're not okay." She looks horrified. It dawns on me. The woman is his mom.

"It doesn't hurt, mom."

"'Cause that the adrenaline." She pleads with him. I watch with tears in my eyes. "Okay? Please, let me-- let me just take a look at him, okay?" She's talking to Matt, now. "I mean, I can help stop the bleeding."

"You have no idea, do you?" Matt asks her.

"Please. Let me just take a quick look." Gunshot Wound's mom begs Matt.

"Shut up- shut up- shut up!" Matt practically spits on the woman as he yells. "If you keep talking, I'm gonna put the next bullet through his head."

I look over at Green Shirt with wide eyes. I'm horrified but also mad. I want to scream at Matt that he's a coward, but I have no proof. Also, no confidence in myself.

"Back to the front, McCall." Matt walks over to Green Shirt. "After you." He hisses out.

Gunshot Wound holds a hand to his side and his gaze sweeps over us for one last time before leaving with Matt.

A tear escapes down my cheek. "Wh-Why is he d-doing this?" My voice trembles and my knees feel numb.

"He wants revenge." Mr. Stilinski says form behind my mom.

I look at him and click my jaw. A nervous habit. The sound echoes around the room, otherwise there's silence.