Destiny [D.H.]

07

Eliana's POV:

I heard a scream as Scott and Stiles pulled me from the scene and realized that it was my own.

"Lock it, lock it!" Scott cried, pulling me into the school.

"Do I look like I have a key?" Stiles shot back.

"Grab something!" I yelled.

"What?"

"Anything!" Scott replied as Stiles started going outside. "No."

"Stiles, no, don't!" I cried.

"Run!" Scott told him. "Stiles! Stiles!"

Stiles ran back into the school with the bolt cutters and we closed the door and Stiles used the bolt cutters to hold it.

I glared at him. "That was incredibly stupid. You could've gotten killed!"

Stiles grinned. "But I didn't."

Scott glanced back at the door. "That won't hold, will it?"

Stiles shook his head. "Probably not."

Scott shone his flashlight on something. "The desk."

We heard a loud growl and ran into an open classroom. We pushed a desk in front of the door, causing a loud screeching sound that caused me to wince.

After a moment, Scott said, "Stop, stop. The door's not gonna keep it out."

"I know," Stiles replied before narrowing his eyes. "It's your boss."

"What?"

"Deaton? The Alpha? Your boss."

"No."

"Yes, murdering, psycho werewolf."

"That can't be."

Stiles let out a scoff. "Oh, come on. He disappears, and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek 20 feet through the air. That's not convenient timing?"

"It's not him."

Stiles looked at me sympathetically. "He killed Derek."

I shook my head. "No, he didn't. My chest hurts, but I don't feel like I'm dead or dying."

"No, Derek's not dead," Scott agreed. "He can't be dead."

Stiles looked between us. "Blood spurted out of his mouth, okay? That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury. He's dead, and we're next."

"Stiles! Shut up!"

Scott took a moment to collect himself. "Okay. Just--what do we do?"

Stiles took a quick moment to think. "We get to my Jeep, we get out of here, we think of something for Ella, you seriously think about quitting your job, good?"

Scott attempted to open one of the windows and groaned in frustration.

"No, they don't open," Stiles said. "The school's climate-controlled."

"Then we break it," Scott reasoned.

"Which will make a lot of noise."

"Then, uh, then we run really fast." He peeked outside. "Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your Jeep?"

"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong."

I lifted my head slightly to see out the window. "It's bent."

"What, like, dented?"

I flicked my eyes to him. "No, like bent."

"What the hell--" Stiles was cut off as something flew through the window. "That's my battery!"