THE THREE OF THEM CHANGED BEFORE GOING TO DEREK'S HOUSE. They were walking through the forest, and the Hale man was struggling to stay upright. He was really weak from all of the torture, and he wasn't healing fast enough. He stopped all of a sudden, holding his hands up to get them to pause as well. "Hey, hold on, hold on, hold on. Something doesn't feel right."
"What do you mean?" the McCall boy questioned suspiciously.
Wren began shaking her head immediately, knowing what the older man was about to say, and she didn't want him to jinx it for them. "No, don't say 'too easy.' People say 'too easy,' and bad things happen."
"What, do you think finding you was easy? Getting away from Allison's dad? None of this has been easy!" Scott shouted, agreeing. It was not too easy. They had been through too much for it to be too easy.
Derek finally nodded, knowing that saying it was not going to help anyone. He was grateful that they had rescued him, despite how angry the two made him. He was now mad at Peter as well, and they had a common goal. "Fine. You're right."
"Thank you," the McCall boy replied with a satisfied smile. It was immediately wiped off his face, however, when an arrow landed in the man's shoulder, knocking him off balance. Wren's eyes widened in shock, and Scott immediately pulled her to him as another arrow landed in Derek's leg.
Scott was scanning the forest for a glimpse of who was shooting at him, and the man on the ground shouted, "Scott, your eyes!" It was too late. An arrow landed in a tree beside them, and because of Scott's sensitive eyes, the flash that followed sent him falling to the ground in pain.
Wren was rubbing her eyes, trying to stop seeing spots for a second, when she felt a sharp pain in her bicep. She shrieked and fell because of the force, and when she turned and saw a freaking arrow sticking out of her arm, she screamed once again. "Bitch!"
"Wren, get up, we gotta go," Derek muttered to her, crawling over to her quickly and pulling her into a sitting position. He reached over and pushed Scott as well, trying to get him to move. "Scott, go!"
The three of them scrambled toward the house in pain, but there was no point. They weren't going to make it before the hunters got there, and Wren's vision was going blurry. She flopped down in the leaves on her back, praying that they just left her alone because she was human. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion though when she saw Allison walking toward them. She closed her eyes and opened them again, but it was still her.
"Allison? You freaking shot me with a freaking arrow, you bitch!" Wren exclaimed angrily. She was pretty sure that she was still in shock from everything happening because she could barely feel the metal stick impaling her upper arm.
The brunette girl stopped, glancing over at the Carter girl with a guilty expression. She had been on a rampage, and the change in expression caught them all off guard. "Wren, Iâ"
"No apologizing," a woman ordered, walking up to them, and Wren assumed that it was Kate, Allison aunt. She had never actually seen the woman, now that she thought about it, and she was way hotter than she had expected. The woman then gestured to Scott, who was staring up at them from the ground. "Now, shoot him before I have to shoot myself!"
"You... you said we were just gonna catch them..." Allison said, looking over at her with a confused expression. Wren scoffed. What did she expect Kate to do after they caught them? Set them free and then catch them again like fishing?
"We did that. Now we're gonna kill them." Kate then put a bullet in Derek's chest where he was lying on the ground, and Wren gasped loudly, flinching at the sound. "See? Not that hard," she pointed out with a shrug while the Carter girl crawled over to Derek and tried to see what she could do to help him. Allison looked extremely nervous. "Oh, no... I know that look. That's the 'you're gonna have to do it yourself' look."
The woman then raised her gun and pointed it straight at Scott's head. Allison glanced back and forth between her ex-boyfriend and her aunt, like she didn't know whose side she was on. "Kate... Kate, what are you doing?"
"No! Please, no! He didn't do anything!" Wren begged, and she was close to tears. Her attention had shifted away from Derek the moment the gun landed on Scott. She was beginning to feel the pain then, and there was nothing she could do to help.
The Argent girl was crying. Kate cocked the gun, getting ready to pull the trigger. "I love those brown eyes..."
"Allison, stop her!" the blonde girl pleaded. She was sobbing, ready to do anything and everything to keep him safe. She tried to climb to her feet, but it wasn't working. Scott shook his head frantically at her when she began to crawl toward him. She would throw herself on top of him if that was what it took.
"Kate!" came a shout, causing everyone to whip their heads around to see Chris Argent storming toward them. "I know what you did. Put the gun down."
Wren breathed out a sigh of relief, thanking God that he wasn't there to help her finish the job. Kate defended, "I did what I was told to do."
"No one asked you to murder innocent people! There were children in that house, ones who were human," he yelled, and Wren came to the sudden realization that Kate was the one that burned down the Hale house all those years ago. "Look what you're doing now! You're holding a gun at a sixteen-year-old boy with no proof he's spilled human blood! You got your own niece to shoot an arrow that could've killed an innocent teenage girl." He gestured to the Carter girl who had collapsed once again, groaning on the ground. It felt like she had been stabbed, which was kind of what happened. "We go by the Code â Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent."
"Put the gun down..." he ordered, and then he fired a bullet into the tree right behind her head, "...before I put you down." All of a sudden, the door to the Hale house creaked open, seemingly of its own accord, distracting all of them. "Allison, get back."
All weapons were now pointed at the house, and as Chris made his way to stand beside the others, he used one hand to grab Wren under her arm and drag her back toward the trees, keeping her out of harm's way. She screamed as he did so, the movement feeling like fire where she had been shot. She was honestly surprised that she was not freaking out more than she was. She was just in pain. She couldn't focus on anything that was happening.
"It's the Alpha."
Next thing she knew, everyone was knocked off their feet, and Peter had Kate's arm in his hand. He began twisting it, standing above her menacingly. He then grabbed her by the throat and tossed her onto the porch before dragging her into the house. Allison ran after them, unarmed, followed by Scott and surprisingly Derek.
Wren looked over to the last body on the ground, noticing that Chris was unconscious. He must have been knocked out. She mustered all of her strength, pushing herself off of the tree and onto her stomach. She then army crawled with one arm, crying out in pain as the other dragged along the forest floor, until she reached him, and she began shaking his shoulder, trying to wake him up.
Allison came running out a moment later, in tears, joining Wren by her dad's side. Both of their heads shot up when they heard glass breaking, and they saw Scott get thrown through the window. Wren's eyes widened in shock as she watched the Alpha step out and grab him by the throat. The younger boy was able to knock him off him with a kick to the chest, but that was not going to take him down.
They were all blinded by headlights, and Wren turned to see Stiles and Jackson climbing out of the Whittemore boy;s car. The Stilinski had something in his hand, and he chucked straight at the Alpha, who just caught it. It was a flask of some liquid, probably a toxic one to him, but it was ineffective when he grabbed it.
Scott's eyes then landed on Allison's bow, and he shouted her name before tossing it to her. She swiftly strung and arrow and sent it flying into the flask, causing the contents to spill all over the wolf, setting him on fire. Peter growled in pain and flung it arm, and Jackson used his distracted state as an opportunity to throw another flask, causing his entire body to go up in flames.
He spun around, roaring and bitching and trying to put him out. Finally, he collapsed on the ground, and Wren followed his lead. Now that he was out, she had no motivation to stay up. Allison's eyes widened, and she immediately moved to try and help her. The blonde girl could hear that other things were happening, but she had no clue what.
"Oh, my God. I am so sorry, Wren," Allison told her, and she felt about half a dozen hands on her body.
She heard Scott ask, "Is she gonna be okay?"
"Yeah, the arrow didn't hit anything major. The blood loss isn't heavy, but we still need to get her to the hospital," Chris's voice informed them, and she wondered when he woke up,
People grabbed her good arm and her back, trying to pull her into a sitting position, but it hurt like hell. The pain gave her enough energy to shout, "Ow! Son of a bitch!"
Scott and Stiles shared a look with each other, smiling at the familiar sounds of their friend. At the same time, the confirmed, "Yeah, she'll be fine."
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WREN WAS HAPPILY EATING JELL-O IN THE HOSPITAL ROOM. Her favorite part about being injured was that everyone felt bad for her and brought her whatever she wanted. She would be lying if she said that she wasn't enjoying using Allison's guilt to get some snacks from the vending machine. The girl shot her, so if anything, Wren was being nice by just giving her some simply jobs.
"Again, I'm so sorry, Wren. I don't know what got into me. Kate just told me to do it, and I did," Allison apologized for about the millionth time. She, Scott, and Stiles were all standing in Wren's room, looking down at her and her bandaged arm.
She was going to be fine, and they could release her that night. However, she had convinced them that she needed to be there for a couple of days in case it got infected or something. That way, she could eat all of the Jell-O that she wanted, and she didn't have to get up at all.
"You know, part of me hopes you die, Allison," she responded through a mouthful. No one in the room could take her seriously, but the Argent girl was really trying to, though. "The other part knows that I used to be a manipulative bitch not too much unlike your aunt."
"Used to be?" Stiles asked, and Scott reached over to smack him upside the head. She was injured, for God's sake.
"Shut up, Stiles. No one asked you," the blonde girl snapped before turning back to the brunette standing in front of her, continuing her gracious reply. "Of course, I never killed anyone or made my niece try to kill anyone, partly because I'm not that awful of a person and partly because I don't have a niece."
Scott interrupted her, "Is this speech going somewhere?" She had just kind of been talking and not saying anything. He blamed it on the painkillers.
"This is an A and B conversation, so can you two C your Ds out of here," Wren told the boys with an eye roll, and Scott watched her in amusement because she had this expression on her face that told them that she thought that was the best thing that she had ever said.
Stiles, however, had to be technical and ruin anything. "That's just not right."
Wren glared at him once again, and when she was done with her spoon, she threw it so that it hit him in the forehead. She then addressed Allison one more time. "What I'm trying to say is I forgive you, but if you ever pull anything like that again, then I will go total bitch on you."
"Isn't that just your default?"
Finally having enough, the blonde girl reached over to the side of her bed where a button was waiting for her. She pressed it, and within five seconds, there was a nurse standing there and asking what she needed. The teenage girl gestured to Stiles, trying to act freaked out. "Hey, I don't know this boy. He just came in and asked if he could have some of my painkillers."
"Hey, wait. Woah, woah, woah," the Stilinski boy protested, but he was quickly dragged out by the woman.
Melissa came in and took his face, laughing as she watched him leave. "I figured that would happen." She then turned back to Wren and handed her a Dixie cup with some pills in it and a water bottle. "I brought you your lithium."
"Lithium?" Allison questioned in confusion.
Wren nodded in response as she accepted the medicine and took it, chasing it with some water. She told the brunette, "Yeah, that helps to stop the total bitch from coming out."
The Argent girl looked to Scott confused, and he hesitated for a moment before revealing to her, "Uh, Wren has bipolar disorder." She made an 'o' with her mouth in realization, nodding slowly and clearly trying not to react.
"Yeah, it's not major, but it's enough that I need medication and therapy," the blonde told her, waving it off like it was nothing. She then remembered Stiles telling her about something that had happened at the dance. Peter had gotten to Lydia Martin somehow. "How's Lydia doing? Has the bite healed yet?"
Scott and Allison shared a nervous look before turning back to her and explaining, "No, um, that's the thing. She got bitten, but Lydia's not a werewolf."