The Boy Who Could Fly - 3

It took him a minute when he finally reached the shore. Stepping out he let the water drip off him. As he stood there he heard a snap off in the trees. Looking up he watched as four hunters emerged from the trees. They were all holding up weapons.

One with a crossbow examined “Look what we have here. A stray Alpha.”

“Oh. An Alpha. He will be worth a lot.” Another hunter said.

Derek crouched down slightly as the hunters came closer. He then let off a roar as he leaped toward one. As he did he dodged an arrow and knocked a hunter into a tree. Turning to the other hunters they started shooting at him. He dodged most of the bullets and arrows but he came to a stop when he was shot in the leg with an arrow. His wet clothes were slowing him down. Falling down on one knee he grabbed the arrow.

“Not such a bad wolf now.” A hunter laughed.

Glaring up at the hunter Derek growled “Shut up.”

“Awe. The werewolf thinks he’s still going to make it out of this alive. Well too bad buddy. Your head is ours.” The hunter assured.  

Lifting his crossbow he fired again and shot Derek in the shoulder making him fall back on the ground.

Walking over to Derek the hunter sneered “Time to end this thing.”

Aiming the crossbow at Derek’s head he paced his finger on the trigger. Just as he began to put pressure on it a loud whistling noise was heard. Kinda like a bomb being dropping. Looking in the sky they saw a shape coming at them.

“What is that?!” A hunter yelled.

“How the hell should I know?!” Another one snapped.

The hunter with the crossbow aimed toward the figure and shouted “Does it really matter what it is?! Because whatever it is, it’s coming at us.”

As he fired the arrow the figure opened up. The hunters were quickly shadowed as a pair of large wings blocked out the sun. They all began to fire at the figure as it landed in front of Derek. It was Stiles. He flapped his wings once causing the hunters to blow back a few feet. He then swung his right wing around knocking one of the hunters into a tree next to the guy Derek had kicked. The hunter with the crossbow shot at Stiles several times. Stiles paused a moment before running forward and hitting the guy with a swift move of his wing. The last hunter stood there as he looked at Stiles. He lifted his gun to fire but stopped when Stiles lifted his wings making the hunter seem 3 times as small. The hunter stayed where he was before he dropped his gun.

Running over to one of the other hunters he pleaded “Get up! Now! Come on! We have to go!”

All the hunters slowly stood and raced off in the opposite direction of Stiles and Derek. Once they were out of sight Stiles let his wings flop to the ground. Turning around he looked at Derek.

“Are you…okay Derek?” Stiles asked in a tired voice.

Stiles watched as Derek broke the arrow in his shoulder. He then broke the arrow in his leg.

“Yeah. I’m fine. I didn’t need your help though.” Derek grumbled.

Stiles stared at him before commenting “Um. That hunter just had a crossbow to your head.”

“I told you I didn’t need your help.” Derek repeated.

“Well sorry then. I was just trying to help.” Stiles mumbled.

He slowly turned and started to walk away with his wings still lying on the ground. As he walked Derek noticed a red trail leading out behind him.

“Hey! You’re hurt!” Derek examined.

He slowly stood and limped over to Stiles’ left wing. Seeing Derek approach his wing Stiles picked it up slightly. As he did Derek noticed two arrows sticking out of it. Without hesitating he started to reach out to touch Stiles’ wing.

Stiles quickly lifted his wing away from Derek’s hand and groaned “Yeah I know. I just went up against hunters with weapons.”

Stiles gently placed his wing back down on the ground a few feet from Derek.

“Wait. You knew this would happen if you went up against them.” Derek observed.

Stiles was silent a few moments before nodding his head.

Derek slowly asked “You risked your wings to protect me?”

Stiles flapped his wings once causing a few blood drops to splatter everywhere.

Folding his wings as best as he could he replied “Yeah. I couldn’t watch you die. Not you.”