12 Chapter 12

I tail him, trying to stay as inconspicuous as possible.

I'm thankful for the small amounts of alcohol in my system, because if not for that I wouldn't have followed him in the first place. Yes, I know it's never safe to drive with any alcohol in your system, but hey, what can you do when your friend might be a danger to others, and you're the only one that can do anything about it.

It takes a little while but I trail him back to his house to which he stumbles up to, almost tripping on the stairs, before finally unlocking the door and heading inside. I'm surprised that in that state he could even drive home at all.

I park down the block and get out of my car. An overwhelming feeling of,'oh fuck this is incredibly illegal I'm going to get arrested ' falls over my body. The concern for my friend keeps me going though as I go up to his house.

A jeep pulls into his driveway, and I see Stiles get out, suddenly that feeling from before only increases, as I remind myself that I've known him for not even a week and I'm trying to risk my life for him.

Sitting in a bush out of sight from the house, I hear muffled talking and a door slam before Scott flies out of his window almost immediately running off into the forest.

I tell myself that this is stupid as hell before ultimately running off after him. He is considerably faster than me so I have to see where he's going through the forest and take the most efficient way to keep up.

I burst off at full speed, hoping that my endurance will keep up with his. Well, I would say that I stay far enough away from him to stay out his sight, but the gap in speed is doing that for me.

We get to a sign and gate saying,'Beacon Hills Preserve'. He shortly stops to look into a car stopped in front of the gate. I shortly worry about who could be inside before he sprints off again.

Occasionally he stops and sniffs around before continuing onwards.

We sprint forward for a few hundred yards before he stops. He stares at a jacket hanging on a branch before, sniffing and whipping around in all directions saying," Where is she! What did you do with her?"

Suddenly a blur moves across my vision and tackles Scott to the ground, the struggle ending up in a roll before it stops with the strange man on top. With a better look it's the man from the party, the other werewolf.

His figure was a blur, even in my inhanced vision, which is something that makes my mind harden. If I had to get in a fight with him, I would be basically defenseless, he looks vastly faster and stronger than I am, which is what usually dictates a fight.

The man says with a hand on Scott's chest, pressing him to the ground," She's fine, I was just saving her from you. You might not understand, but you are dangerous."

He then looks around with a slight flare of his nostrils saying," Shit! They're here. Run!"

He hops off of Scott launching into a blur of speed kicking up huge clumps of dirt, before vanishing from my vision. Shortly after Scott speeds after the man, although at a much slower speed.

Without warning an arrow sticks into a tree with a thunk, before exploding into a blinding white light, that burns a spot in my vision. Scott nearly stumbles to the ground from the shock of the light blinding him, he holds his eyes while stopping, trying to ease the pain.

My first thought is his safety as that arrow didn't come out of nowhere. I break into a run, getting to Scott before grabbing him by the shoulders and yelling," No time to explain, move your fucking legs if you want to live!"

He squints in pain from my shout, but ultimately with a push from me, breaks into a sprint as I follow on behind him. An arrow whizzes past my head as I shift my head slightly, the blade cutting my cheek.

We cross over a large hill and slide down it before sitting in a cold, tense silence for quite some time.

A hand smashes into my throat as I'm lifted off the ground. Almost immediately I try to pry the fingers off of my neck, but I get nowhere as it feels as though a vise is wrapped around my trachea.

My eyes come into focus as I see it's the werewolf. My body locks up and a feral look explodes over my visage.

I activate rage attunement, heat rising off my skin. I see a look of cold curiosity flash across his eyes. The pressure I induce on his arm rises a little bit bit he has no reaction.

"Well, for a whelp, you're stronger than most, if I was human, my arm would be broken, I wonder who taught that little skill. Annoying as it is you're still too weak", the werewolf growls out, the pressure on my neck increasing slightly.

"Who are you? I advise you tell me the truth or your head will roll."

"I'm Scott's friend, I just wanted to see if he was ok!", I stifle out through a half collapsed windpipe.

At that he lessens his grip enough for my airway to be clear. A heat comes out of my throat as it starts to heal.

"What is your name?", he says enunciating every word to make a point.

A smirk grows on my face as I sing out a little tune, my voice cracking on every other note," you tell me your name and I'll tell you mine~".

Unfortunately he doesn't find that humorous as he increases his grip and taking a few strides smashes me into a tree making a thunderous sound, splinters flying and ribs breaking.

"Very nice, two-no three broken ribs, I see you have made great strides in art of assholery", I say, putting my hands up in front of me as though to pray and bow my head, of course, all with a blazing smile barely hiding the anger coursing through me.

This seems to anger him as he grabs my index finger. "Answer me or I'm going to break your finger, and more will come with it."

"Oh, whatever I guess there's no harm in it, but first I have one condition, I'm gonna need to know what you plan to do with Scott", I say throwing a look over at Scott, still reeling from his new senses.

In response I hear a loud snap, followed by waves of searing pain. I grit my teeth before ultimately letting out a loud grunt. "So fucking funny. Pain is an annoying thing, when you think about it, it's all just my nerves reacting to stimuli and then sending a message to my brain. An excruciating message but a message nonetheless. It's all mental, master that and you got control."

"What the fuck are you talking about-". He utters, disbelief and confusion wracking his visage.

Contrary to the top half of my finger being in his grasp and that grasp holding it sideways from my hand, I pull my hand down, causing an excruciating amount of pain. I pull his hand down as well leaving him open to a kick to the face. A loud crack sounds out as my shin connects with his jaw.

His grip weakens momentarily, just enough to let me through his grip. I drop to the ground with just enough air and enough power that I speed off in the direction of the arrow of light.

"Scott! Wake the fuck up! Get up and get moving! Run!"

Supringly enough he heard me and he got up and immediately ran in the opposite direction. Now had to choose me, or Scott.

I start running as the light gets brighter and brighter until I'm under it, and while I'm under it, the werewolf's increased senses are working against him.

I just hope Scott got away in time.

Suddenly a meaty hand clasps onto my shoulder like a vise and spins me around.

"What the hell are you doing out here! You could be in so much danger kid!"

I see a man of about 6'4", longish brown hair just below his ears, a clean shaven face and green eyes look back at me.

I look into his eyes and his eyes turn a sickly yellow with a small black dot for pupil and veins start to pop out of his forehead, burning an angry red along with peeling skin that looks inflamed.

I stumble back before he says "Demon!" And pulls a machete off his hip, swinging it at me.

I dodge out of the way before giving him a jab to the nose and a kick to the side of the knee, throwing him off his balance, but before I throw a hook to his jaw, another figure tackles me out of the way before it connects.

He rolls me onto my back and I see in the moonlight a stocky man with short hair, raising his fist.

He brings it down and slams it into my forearms along with others. Three or four more come down, strong but still manageable.

"DIS!!"

A sound like a thunderclap sounds above me and the man launches off of me and lands ten feet away.

"You idiotic greenhorns! He's a Grimm, not a demon, get your heads on strait!"

A man of about 5'10", salt and pepper hair, and blue eyes extends his hands out to me and says," Hey kid, why didn't you get up now and we'll see why the hell a fledgling Grimm is out here all by his lonesome".

"Are you all hunters? My dad told me about your type." I say but quickly curse my own decision, these guys could be anyone.

I swatt away the older man's hand while getting up and holding up my hands, I back away saying," Hehe, well it doesn't really matter who I am does it? I'll just get out your hair and I'll be gone alri-".

"Prohibere! You're not going anywhere, young man."

Just as he says that I feel a force pushing on me from all sides, I literally can't move a muscle, if I try to move against it, it's like trying to walk through a brick wall.

The younger men get up and come over to me as they all stand in front of me.

"Let's set a standard here, despite my colleagues instincts, we aren't here to hurt you tonight. We came because of a call for reinforcement by someone of the name of Thomas Richter. He said there was an alpha he needed some help with."

My dad didn't tell me about any type of backup, this could easily be a trap to get me to give them my identity. Luckily my neck up is still operational.

"What are your names?", I say slightly angry, due to the possibility of their trap.

"As I have said we aren't here to hurt you. I also want to build a level of trust between us as well so I will tell you our names, as long as you tell us yours", he says with a look of pure sincerity like the words of a father breaking a hard truth to their child.

"Agreed", is say with a look of apprehension.

"Well my name is Christopher Argent, but you can call me Chris. Mr dark and brooding over there is Dean Winchester", the shorter one puts his two fingers to his temple and throws it off much like a salute," And the nerdy looking one is Sam Winchester," the taller one with a boyish face and longer hair calls back with a 'hey'," I apologize for their outburst earlier they're newbies".