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Everything after that was a whirlwind of organized chaos. Hank’s group was closing in. I found myself in front of Stiles, beside Leila and a big kid named Kris. We’re trying to keep the kids from the offensive line coming near him. I don’t know what the others are thinking, but I’m here to protect my mate.
And it wasn't a good ending to start with.
Everyone was doing their task, and I'm here sitting under the tent itching to help. I voiced it a couple of time but Leila said I have to reserve my energy. I asked her for nth what she means, but she will just shrug me off. Like What the hell? I busy myself with watching Stiles. After the mess hall debacle, he, Leila, Hazel and some drunk looking (but otherwise) kid fall in sync. Nico briefly explained to me that concept. “Take the other team down” EASY.
Then they built a fort, inside was a forest made of magic. The kids here are highly powerful and scary if you look pass their appearance. Leila and Dakota (drunk-but-not-really-drunk kid) were barking orders while Hazel was overseeing the fort. I asked the nearest kid if they saw Stiles, the kid just shook his head. It was nearing sunset when we heard the foghorn. Everyone looked at each other and smiled. I was reeling at everything.
"Romans!" we looked up and god she's riding a Pegasus. A bloody Pegasus, she's riding on one. I must be in so much awe that someone had to close my mouth. "I want to see a fair fight. I don't want to lose a camper" I felt everyone's grim emotions and thought of Gwen's accidental death. I heard a rustle from the tree line and Stiles emerge from the woods, wearing an armor that fits him perfectly. Heat rose and i couldn't see him in the eyes. He looks so much different, he feels different. Like, he has so much power in him that he keeps on close lid. You had to think twice before saying he is Stiles. He ordered the others to their positions. He looked at me and smiled. he said, holding my hand, pulling me deep into the woods behind us. We heard the foghorn blown twice.
i felt it on the ground, the faint shake as if something large is coming for us. I shifted into my beta form, my instinct telling me to protect and i pulled Stiles closer. Someone rushes in, coming from the wall. My hackles rose, and i let go of a growl. "Tyke got it, He got Hannibal!" the glee and relief in his voice took me off guard. Stiles smiled and howled. The rest of the fourth cohort followed suit. Leila looked at me, with her eyes she told her to do it. I looked at Stiles and saw him staring to. I howled, pulling it from my gut. The fourth cohort howled once more and laughed. I can feel their excitement and determination. Stiles screamed orders and told them "Men. It is time. THE HUNT IS ON"
It was scary and awful. The stress and fear were eating me from the inside, but i wasn't allowed to fight. More like, i didn't allow myself to fight. These are just kids, teens who are better leaders, fighters and warriors than me. Cohorts that are more coordinated than my pack ("Why don'tcha take notes then?" "SHUT UP STILES!") We ran along fort and i could hear a wailing so loud i had to take a look. I squat down and jumped the wall to the deck. "Go back and protect Stiles!" I turn to the voice, Caleb with his bow and arrow looked a bit... We duck as a volley of flaming arrows rain upon us. The fourth cohort bellow scream. Stiles shouted commands and he's so amazing. So in control, confident and calm, so not the teen I met in the preserve. "They'll use onagers!" at the last syllable of the word the fort shook. I look out and saw the offensive team loading three giant Catapults "Take cover!!"
"FIRE!"
They hit the wall and it withstood it. Stiles shouted orders and called for Hazel. Caleb and Tori snickered and i raised a brow to them. "Watch" Tori said, pointing at the large slingshots. My brows shot up, one by one the catapults were eaten by the ground. I heard the fifth cohort shout, and Hank scream. I turn to Stiles; he looked so different from the kid I met in the preserve two years ago. I stared at Stiles as he shouts orders to the others. He radiates power— “CLAIM.MATE.MINE” I was startled out of my reverie, where the hell did that come from? The kid beside me shouts. He pointed at the edge of the wall and we saw multiple claws. "Pull it off!" I heard myself shout, and it surprised me as well. They hesitate and i grunted. "They're about to climb the wall!" I pulled two at the same time and pulled. It off from where it was hooked, and heard screams of adolescents falling. They weren't fast enough. Some of the kids on the other side already had their feet on the landing
"Eiaculares Flammas"
I turn to Hunter's group fire volleys of flaming arrows. Leila saw and glared "What are you doing here?!" I didn't get to answer, she's on me "Get to Stiles, they'll cut him off from—” she was cut off when a kid climbed up and hack her with a sword. She pushed the kid away and told me to go to Stiles. Just the idea of Stiles in danger, I lose my mind, "Unhook the claws" I said, looking at the fort and seeing kids of the opposing them getting in. "Don't worry about it. Get to Stiles" she told me before hacking down on a kid with her sword. I jump down and search for him, "Stiles!" I called and it's not working. The sounds around me consist of kids with their swords and the elephant's wails of agony. "FALL BACK!" I heard Stiles shout and the two cohorts ran back into the forest. I heard his order repeated but the sound of battle continues. I need to get to stiles— “MATE” I caught his scent, faint but traceable
And this is how we end up.
I growled as I saw two teenagers attacked Stiles. But he dodged it. I grew angrier as they attack him at the same time. But Stiles is clever, much Clever. He duck down and their swords clanked into each other and it was my cue to act. I pulled the other one and heaved him above my head then threw him to an upcoming group. They got back to their feet and decided they had to take me down. My instinct told me to defend my mate— Stiles, they were after him. I need to protect him. But at the same time, my rational self tells me that these are kids. KIDS WITH GOOD FIGHTING SKILLS! And sharp gold weapons! It was deemed appropriate to just knock them down. Reyna did say she doesn’t want a fallen comrade. And I don’t want to be the reason for one. I heard Leila coming from the left side with someone, just as I threw a boy against a tree. Then a plethora of heartbeats were coming from the right. And that’s how we found ourselves in.
“Give up already” Hank sneered, covered in soot and dust. His looked nothing like the obnoxious kid from the senate house and the mess hall. His sword was gleaming under the flames of the torch his man was holding. Leila scoffed at him. An arrow zips through and was directed towards us. I quickly got hold of it and growled at Hank’s group. They are young and I bet they have never met a werewolf before judging from their reaction. Hank shrinks back a bit, but stood tall a second later. “You’ll never scare me you half-breed”
“Ha!” I mocked him. I know it’s risky, but the hell to it all. “YOU’RE THE ONE TO TALK YOU LESS THAN A HALF BREED” he attacked me with his sword and I swear to— I am to say god or gods? Whatever. I got hold of his sword and it felt like fire to my skin. It burns. I groan but still hold on, Hank (this idiot) cackled maniacally. “this sword takes life from your filthy kind” He pushed harder and said, “You think Stiles will like you? His mother? His siblings? You are a filthy scum and a demigod will always be your end!” and it angers me. Who is he to say such things to me? Does he know stiles that well? My anger fueled my strength and I did the unthinkable. I screamed and a broke his sword in three. Two on both of my hands ,and then the rest attached on the hilt of the sword. We stared at each other for a moment, too amazed and shocked to anything. Stiles’ scream pulled me out of my stupor, I drop the skin burning pieces of metals and raced to him. He was surrounded, but he still manage to keep them at bay. I pulled one of the kids and threw him on the other, “Hey sourwolf” but before I could even reply I felt this searing pain and the only thing I remember was stiles shock face.
“DEREK!!!”