chapter eighteen
"i'm fine"

      "IS HE GONE?"

      LYNN QUESTIONED as she heaved herself off the ground, and her eyes fluttered over to Stiles and Derek still paralyzed on the floor. Jackson was standing in the doorframe, but it seemed as if he was being more diligent to Matt rather than watching the frozen ones.

      The gunshot wounds were almost done healing, and she hadn't heard much from the other rooms in awhile. She figured this was the best time if she wanted to catch Matt by surprised, so she shifted to laying on her side while using her palms for support.

      "Oh, thank God," Stiles breathed out, his head ever so slightly shifting in Lynn's direction. "I thought you were dead, dead."

      "Ye of so little faith," Lynn retorted, and she finally managed to push herself up from the ground.

      She placed a hand on the wall for support as she did so, and her eyes hovered in the slightest bit when she realized she left an entire handprint, because of the amount of blood she had covering her.

      When she heard Jackson snap his neck over on this direction, she pressed her whole body against the wall to avoid being seen by him. And when she didn't any footsteps approaching, Lynn figured he had just barely missed her.

      "How much longer do you think the venom will be in your system?" Lynn questioned softly, just barely lightening up from leaning against the wall.

      "I'm trying to trigger the healing process," Derek explained, and Lynn's eyes shifted down to his thigh, where he had dug his sharp claws into to bleed. "I can move my toes."

      "Dude, I can move my toes," Stiles sighed, and Lynn was about to speak up again, but was swiftly cut off when the lights flickered off, darkness completely swallowing the room.

      "What the hell?" Lynn questioned, but then she realized this was her chance, she could disappear into the shadows. So, she quickly glanced over to Stiles and Derek, not even like they could see her, and quickly stated. "I'll be right back."

       "Evelynn, no, don't—" Derek began, but then heard her soft footsteps as they raced down a separate hallway to the left. "—She never listens, does she?"

      "Don't worry," Stiles explained, amusement littering his tone of voice. "You start to get used to it after awhile."

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      After Lynn heard the many gunshots come to a close, she cautiously peeked around a corner, using her werewolf vision to shift through the darkness.

      She was being careful, shifting her weight so she would hardly make any noise, and she was desperately searching for Matt's voice — but had yet to discover where he was.

      As she rounded a corner, she came across a long stretched hallway, and she gasped out when she spotted Stiles crawling using the strength of his two arms, since it appeared to look like he was still paralyzed waist down.

      "Stiles!" Lynn hissed out in a whisper, and she rushed down the hallway towards her best friend. She gripped a hand by his cheek, cheering for any further injuries, and was relieved to know he was okay.

      "L-Lynn, Matt just went into the cells," Sriles spoke quickly, yet there was concern laced in his voice, and tears were threatening the back of his eyes. "M-My dad, Lynn, m-my dads—"

      "I got it," Lynn interrupted, immediately jumping up from Stiles' to run down the hallway towards the cells, where the most amount of noise was coming from.

      As Lynn cautiously turned the corner, she walked in just as Matt managed to swing a right hook into the Sheriff — making the man's body fall into a pile of limbs. Melissa McCall was locked in the very first cage, mascara staining her eyes and slipping down her cheeks.

      As Matt was facing her, her eyes shifted over to Lynn with shock. Matt seemed to notice this, and then followed Melissa's glance.

      "E-Evelynn?" Matt said in utter and complete disbelief, his eyes switching from Lynn's down to her absolutely stained abdomen, and then back up. "How — how are you alive?"

      "You hurt my friends," Lynn growled, blinking ever so slightly and then returning with her bright blue eyes. She extended her hands, where her nails were now replaced with sharp claws. "You really shouldn't have done that."

      But the mere second Lynn was about to charge Matt, she was interrupted when she heard hissing come from the hallway behind her. She furiously narrowed her eyes as she recognized the kanima, and let out a massive howl while she jumped forward.

      Lynn managed to get a deep scratch right beneath Jackson's left arm, but then he placed his palm on Lynn's chest to send her flying across the room. She quickly recovered, jumping up from the desk Jackson had just previously shoved her into, and then reached forward to grab the kanima by the neck, kneed him right in his stomach, then threw him down to the ground.

      However, Lynn felt her legs give out from underneath her when the kanima used its tail to knock her ankles. Her back collided with the floor and she let out unconscious grumble of pain.

      Noticing that the kanima was inching closer to Lynn, she instinctively backed up while still on the floor. That was, until her back hit the desk she was just previously thrown into.

      But both of the supernatural creatures were snapped out of their trances when they heard an even louder, stronger werewolf growl. Lynn switched to the doorway to see Derek, who had now fully shifted with his bright red eyes shining through the darkness.

      Jackson never minded Lynn, and instead snapped in Derek's direction. When the two started their own fighting, Lynn searched around the room for Matt, but he was no where to be seen.

      Immediately she caught the boys scent, more like stench, and then took off down a separate hallway. She wasn't sure if it was her natural anger, or if it was the full moon, but she wanted nothing more to just rip Matt's throat out.

      Once she came to a door that led outside, she realized Matt had already disappeared into the night. She hissed out in anger, feeling her sharp teeth dig even harsher into her gums to make them bleed.

      She ran back inside, still feeling her anger pulsing through her body, but as she rounded a corner, she ran straight into a hard, muscled chest. She had managed to do this so many times, she instantly recognized it belonged to Derek.

      So, Lynn placed her palms on Derek's chest and pushed the man with all the strength she had bubbling in her veins. He backed up a few steps, mostly just because he was taken off guard.

      "What the hell!?" Derek snapped, immediately recovering from the slight push, but then his face softened when he recognized Lynn.

      "I had a plan!" Lynn howled, feeling even more annoyance flooding her head as Derek just stood there so helpless. "But no, Derek freakin' Hale doesn't need a plan. He just heads straight into things without even thinking. Things could've been different if you had just listened to me!"

      She knew it wasn't Derek's fault that Matt had managed to escape, but at this point, she just needed to vent out all her anger before it killed her.

      "A-And with Jackson! I could've handled myself, I would've handled myself," Lynn continued on, her tone of voice still sounding vicious. "But you just always have to be the hero, don't you? Like you did with me at the party, taking me home, and—"

      "—Oh, so now I'm supposed to be sorry for saving you?" Derek responded, and it was now his turn to grow increasingly pestered. Once he realized how thunderous his tone was, he calmed down a bit.

      As Lynn rose her hands to once again pound on Derek's chest, he reached forward to wrap his fingers softly around Lynn's wrists. She looked completely breathless and her heart rate was through the roof, and her eyes were glowing blue.

      "Evelynn, take a breath, it's the full moon," Derek explained, his green eyes gently looking into Lynn's, and after a second, her blue eyes disappeared to replace her normal ones. "That's it, it's okay."

      Lynn snatched her arms back from Derek, feeling a mixture of embarrassment from letting her anger get the best of her and still feeling agitated from everything that had happened tonight.

      "I could've handled Jackson," Lynn repeated, but instead of having a warning tone like before, she was more relaxed. "I can handle myself, I don't need help."

      "What's so wrong with you asking for help?" Derek questioned annoyingly, and Lynn only huffed out a large puff of air.

      "Because I don't need it."

      Lynn didn't say anything else as she went on to search for her friends.

a/n: sorry for not posting yesterday, i switched around the order of a few of the next chapters so :) also thank you for over 2k reads i love u🥺🥺🥺