The rain was thundering against the pavement. My brother and I waited until the lights on the vehicle dimmed in the distance before crossing. We couldn't take any chances. Not after what happened. We raced across the road, the less people that saw us the better. We didn't know what town we had stumbled across, they were all the same to us. When we reached the shadows of the forest once more, I knew something was wrong. The night was quiet. Too quiet. I stopped, trying to hear what else could be lurking. Something hit me in the side and I cried out in pain. A bullet. My brother bent down, confused as to what had just happened. Another bullet was sent, this time hitting him. The pain was excruciating and tears started to flow down my cheeks. I heard footsteps getting closer until they were only a few paces away. Their faces were a blur. Another bullet strikes my stomach. I hear another gun-shot and assume that they had shot my brother again too. Hopelessly, even though no one will probably hear my plea, I howl.

"Where are we going?" I hear Stiles Stilinski moan from the backseat. I roll my eyes, watching the rain droplets race down the window. It hadn't been my choice to let him tag a long. It was Scott McCall's.

"We need to figure out where Erica and Boyd are." Scott explained.

"Well," Stiles started.

"Be quiet." I told him, straining to listen.

"What is it?" Stiles asked. "Is it Boyd or Erica?"

"I said be quiet." I hissed at him. "Scott, pull over and shut off the car." I ordered. Silently, he did as he was told. I heard it. A distant cry. Scott heard it too.

"Derek, you heard that, right?" Scott asked me.

"Yeah," I nodded. "It's another wolf. A girl." I added.

"Is it," Stiles asked.

"No," I shook my head. "It isn't Erica. But whoever it is, they're in trouble."

"We've got some trouble of our own." Stiles scoffed. "We need to find Boyd and Erica."

"We'll find them." I insisted. "But I'm going to help whoever that was first." I said, getting out of the car. Surprisingly, Scott and Stiles followed.

"We're coming." Stiles said, flicking on a flashlight.

"They aren't far. Let's go." I said to them. I turned into the woods and three of us started running. I could hear cries getting louder. There was not only one, but two. I could see figures running away, and two small, tiny shapes lying on the ground.

"They're so small." Scott frowned. I bent on one knee, next to the first one. It was a boy and he was unconscious. His heart was beating slowly. I turned him over so he was lying on his back. The girl, was sobbing. When Scott bent down beside her, she had gone unconscious. He turned her over, just like I had done with the boy. "They're just little kids."

"I'll call my dad, and tell him what we found." Stiles said, fumbling for his cell-phone.

"No," I told him.

"Why not?" Stiles hissed. "We just found two little kids, bleeding to death in the middle of a freaking forest. Why wouldn't I call my dad?"

"They're werewolves." I scoffed. "It will heal." I insisted. "Whoever they are, it looks like they were on the run. People who are on the run normally don't want cops involved. Scott, you carry her." I told him. "We're bringing them with us." Carefully, I picked up the boy. He looked fragile in my arms, curled up in a ball. We carried the two of them to my car and placed them gently in the backseat.

Well? What do you think? I was watching all the Teen Wolf episodes on my laptop and got this idea. Do you think that I should keep going with it? Please review! I want to know you you guys think of this.