♡ 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ♡
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

I'm howlin' for you

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DALLAS entered the empty halls of Beacon Hills High, it was around 7:23 pm and she had managed to catch a ride there from one of her friends from the cheer squad.

"Are you sure you don't want me to wait?" The blonde cheerleader called from her vehicle, but Dallas shook her head and insisted that she'd be fine.

"No, it's all good. My house isn't that far from here." she shrugged. "I don't mind walking."

"Dallas, that's how people get murdered."

She rolled her eyes playfully. "I have mace.. and a tazer. Thanks for the tip, though."

The blonde, who was recognised in the halls as Mariam, shook her head and sighed. "Be careful," she advised before speeding off.

Dallas knew of the spare key the janitors kept under the garbage cans. She tilted one to the side and slipped the key into her hand and then into the front doors. She had forgotten to pick her cheer uniform up hours prior and knew that if she didn't do it eventually - her dad would grill her about it for the next week.

Around ten or twenty minutes later, the brunette was searching through her locker for her cheer gear and was unaware of the jeep that pulled up outside the school. Stiles pulled the boltcutters from his trunk and murmured to his best friend. "This is a terrible idea."

Scott McCall sighed heavily and agreed. "I know."

"But we're still gonna do it?"

The werewolf ran a hand over his face. "Can you think of something better?"

Stiles pretended to think for a moment before nodding. "Well, personally I'm a fan of ignoring a problem until eventually it just goes away."

"Just make sure we can get inside." Scott McCall noted the familiar black car that pulled up. "He's here."

The duo approached Derek who slammed the door of his vehicle. "Where's my boss?" Scott demanded as he shrugged.

"In the back."

Stiles glanced at the back seat where Deaton lay, tied up, and his mouth duct-taped shut. "Oh, he looks comfortable." they both turned to leave but Derek caught their attention. "Wait, hey. What are you doing?"

"You said I was linked with the Alpha." Scott reminded. "I'm gonna see if you're right."

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Dallas cursed as her pompoms were nowhere to be seen, almost as if somebody had taken them. Then again, who would want a pair of glittery pompoms? She was preparing to root through another locker before she jumped in fright at a poor howl echoing through the night. Except, it wasn't really a howl - more like a poor attempt at one. She clasped her locker shut and popped her head into the hallway with a questionable look on her face.

The shrill howl echoed throughout the school and its surroundings. Derek Hale scrunched up his face in second-hand-embarrassment as he listened. "You've got to be kidding me."

Scott McCall glanced at his best friend who scratched his head awkwardly. "Was that okay? I mean, that was a howl, right?"

Stiles raised his eyebrows and winced. "I mean.. yeah, technically."

"Well, what did it sound like to you?"

The human decided not to boost his ego too much and instead give him the cold truth. "Like a cat being choked to death, Scott."

Scott audibly panicked. "What do I do? How am I supposed to do this?"

The Stilinski walked over to his friend and placed his hands comfortingly on his shoulders. "Listen to me. You're calling the Alpha, all right?" he nodded. "Be a man. Be a werewolf, not a teen wolf - be a werewolf."

He saw the werewolf's panicked exterior harden as confidence soon took over. Scott pushed down the button on the mic and breathed heavily. His eyes glowed in the blue midnight light as a throaty growl escaped his lips. Dallas placed her headphones in and packed up her cheer gear, opting that she'd have to find her pompoms another day. She didn't notice the rumbling of the lockers or the terrifying howl that had echoed through the night - just the soft singing of Poppy playing in her ears.

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"I'm gonna kill both of you." Derek Hale threatened, pointing his finger as the proud duo. "What the hell was that? What are you trying to do, attract the entire state to the school?"

Scott tried to suppress a grin. "Sorry. I didn't know it would be that loud."

"Yeah, it was loud.. and it was awesome." he sang the last part as Derek shot him a displeased look.

"Shut up."

"Don't be such a sour-wolf." Stiles was cut off my Scott smacking him on the chest, signaling him to be quiet. The two werewolves heard low growling around them and studied the area. "What'd you do with him?" Scott then turned to Derek who gave him a confused look.

Deaton was no longer in the backseat and the Hale knitted his brows. "I didn't do anything." The man tried to speak again, but blood spilled profusely from his mouth as he was lifted into the air by the Alpha. Scott and Stiles bolted towards the highschool while Derek was thrown against the brick wall.

The two boys pulled the entry doors to a close and pulled them shut. Stiles noticed he couldn't keep the animal out, so peeked through the windows and caught his eye on his cab-yellow boltcutters that lay not too far from the door. Scott knew exactly what the boy was thinking as he persisted. "Stiles, don't-"

The Stilinski didn't pay much attention as he slipped through the door. Scott watched worriedly from behind the window as he watched his best friend approach the tool. The Alpha crawled from behind Stiles's jeep and met eyes with the human who felt his throat tighten with anxiety. He swallowed hard and watched as the animal leaped towards him before jolting his body towards the door - boltcutters in hand. He placed the boltcutters against the handles of the door and stepped back. They peeked through the glass window again but didn't see the creature. "Where is it?" Scott asked, barely above a whisper.

Stiles took the flashlight from him and shone it through the glass. "Where'd it go?" Scott asked again. They both stepped away from the door as Scott his best friend a knowing look. "That won't hold, will it?"

"Probably not." They darted into a nearby classroom and began pushing the desk against the door until Stiles paused.

"Stop, stop." he noticed footsteps leading down the hall, heeled footsteps. "What's that?"

The two then heard the sweet humming of the brunette, almost like a siren song, and shot each other a knowing look.

Dallas Garcia furrowed her eyebrows as she noticed the boltcutters that held the two doors shut. She pulled her headphones out of her ear and gasped as she felt a hand grasp her arm and pulled her into a classroom.

"What the fuck?" She cursed, glancing up at Stiles Stilinski who slammed the door shut behind him and turned to her. "Wait, what are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" He asked, his tone fearful and panicked.

She crossed her arms and gave him a 'duh' look. "I forgot my cheer gear. Your turn."

He glanced at Scott who shrugged. "Uh.. random act of vandalism?"

She nodded her head sarcastically before reaching for the door. "Uh-huh, well I'm gonna go-"

"No, you can't!" Scott called out as the human pushed himself up against the classroom door.

"Why?" she looked between them. "Why are you guys acting so weird?"

An intimidating growl howled through the night as Stiles backed away from the door. "That's why."

Dallas felt her gut drop. It sounded exactly like the animal that had attacked her in the video store. Except it couldn't be.. because the mountain lion had been killed, right?

"Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your jeep?" Scott mumbled from behind the brunette as the two boys approached the window. Dallas remained in the same spot and rummaged through her bag. She had remembered about the mace and taser - and while they'd probably be useless against whatever was outside, it was better than nothing. She pulled it out of her bag and slipped it under her sleeve.

"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong." Stiles tried to convince himself before pushing past Scott. "Like, dented?"

"No, I meant bent."

Before he could respond, the jeep's battery shattered through the window. Stiles ducked down, pulling Dallas down with him. The trio stared at the car battery which had three perfect claw marks plaguing the side of the metal.

"Fill me in at anytime guys, its no problem. " Dallas commented sarcastically as they dismissed her. They couldn't exactly tell her the truth, especially since she had such a bad reaction when she first saw the Alpha.

"No time." Stiles grabbed her hand and pulled her into the hallway with Scott. "Come on."

They all huddled into the locker room and the two boys began initiating their plan. Dallie searched her sleeve for her taser, but it was nowhere to be found. It must've fallen out in the hallway somewhere. She had to get it back - she was nothing but a defenseless damsel in distress without it.

"Oh my god, my taser... My taser!" she mumbled, sprinting to the hallways.

"Dallie, stop!" Stiles's heart dropped and he tried to chase after her but the clattering above them both caused Scott to pull him back harshly and point his finger against his lip.

"But Dallas-" he whispered, but was cut off by the werewolf.

"Hide."

Stiles hid inside of a locker, holding his breath. The McCall gave him an unamused look but did the same. A swift figure darted past the lockers momentarily before Scott's locker door was pulled open. Although, instead of the Alpha - it was the school janitor. The Janitor jumped back in fright as the Stilinski jumped out of his locker too, shushing the man. "Shh, quiet!"

"Quiet my ass, what the hell are you trying to do, kill me?" The Janitor rested his hands on his knees and hunched over, placing a hand over his heart. "Both of you get out."

Stiles tried to reason with the man, but it was of no use. "Just listen for half a second, okay?"

"Not okay. Get the hell out of here right now." he grabbed both the boys by their hoods and shoved them out of the locker room.

God, just one second to explain-" Stiles tried again but was cut off mid-sentence.

"Just shut up and go." The man spoke from the doorway. Although, he was yanked back harshly and his screaming became overruled by the vicious growling on the other side of the door. The man threw himself against the glass, his hands soaked in blood before being dragged to the floor and into the darkness. Scott tried to unlock the door, but it was jammed shut. The man was doomed.

Stiles pulled the werewolf away and guided him down the hall. "We go, now." they both raced away from the door and in the next direction.

As both of the teenagers were out of sight, the janitor's dead body was thrown against the door and knocked it down as easy as a domino. He lay there for a few seconds before his body was abruptly dragged back inside by the humanoid.

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"Oh, god. Where is it?" Dallas cursed to herself, using her phone light to look for the weapon. Her phone's battery was dangerously declining and she knew that a simple phone call to the police or her dad would kill it completely.

She stopped once she saw the familiar pink plastic and silently let out a breath of relief. Kneeling, she swiped the taser up from the floor and clung it to her chest. As Dallie tried to control her anxiety, she didn't notice the humanoid staring at her from behind. She swallowed and turned her head in its direction but the creature had disappeared, she then turned her head the next direction and hurried that way.

"Scott?" she called out to the dark, desolate hallway. " Stiles?"

She lifted her flashlight to her surroundings. She could hear the faint sound of the claws scratching against the marble floor, the smell of wet fur and metallic blood entered her nose as she called out. "I'm not afraid of you, you know?" she steadied the taser in her hand as her voice shook.

"You should be." a throaty voice echoed. She felt the vibrations of his voice in her bones and stepped back as the screeching sound of nails against a metallic locker drew closer.

"What do you want from me?" she spoke through gritted teeth. The humanoid let out a throaty chuckle before stopping.

"I want you to die."

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