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chapt four, derek equals alpha.
"THERE'S only one creature on earth that can visually track footprints, and that's humans," Friday night. A night usual reserved for kicking back after a tiring week of school, done by doing nothing or hanging out with friends. Emily preferred option three; a hunt. Wallace picked the second, no surprise Healers aren't meant to hunt. Her eyes wondered back to her dad for the umpteenth time. "A trained Hunter can use scent to track them. If the wind is with them, wolves can track a scent by a distance of two miles, which means we can draw them to us or into a trap."
"A trap on a full moon?" Phineas repeated, a hand stretched to a dark tree trunk behind her glancing at dad. Full moons were known to attract strays to Beacon Hills, most galloped the ruined Hale house to hide out expecting a saviour to raise out of the cracked boards. So far, nothing. Until, Scott.
"I should take the lead, Emily, it'd be safer for Phineas," Her dad, Hank Lake, replied, arms crossed over his chest towering behind him. His metal Rapier sword shimmered in the night. The first weapon she ever picked up. What a grande excuse. Hank isn't the greatest at leading, he's more of a lone wolf while she works better as a team. "I have a great plan."
"Knock knock, bitches," Emily called out as the door creaking opened. Hank gave a disapproval look to which she shrugged, it slipped out. Before either could take another step, sounds of a struggle and Phineas shouting, dad! made Hank rush inside but she stayed back out, they heard her voice already so it would've been smarter for him to wait outside. She could've distracted them from hearing him. Think. Think. Think!
"Drop the weapons," She heard a woman demand in a monotone voice, bored. It made her head tilt. A small purple flower grew alone inside the dead ground. Strange. "Bring your girl or I won't hesitate to spill on some blood."
Her teeth bit her cheek. They arrived at the perfect time. This new Alpha is doing a fantastic job at keeping a low profile in Beacon Hills as if they know the ins and outs. No Hale family or acquaintance would return. It wouldn't make sense. The silver Chakram pieced together. It's a simple mistake pressure can fix. Someone will get hurt. It happens. The stairs crooked under her weight. The house looked haunted with wood boards arching backwards.
She preferred not to talk. Talking could create a bond, a shred of humanity in them she'll have to rip apart. The white moon was the only light she needed. Phineas is held by the throat near the burnt kitchen door between stairs, dad held by the stairs and their weapons thrown in the centre. She wonders, how is the party going for Wallace.
"Bold of you to attack on a full moon," A woman that held him jeered fangs poking her lips, claws sharpening in Phineas' neck drawing a drip of blood making him wince, his nostrils flaring. Emily wanted to plunk them out one by one. "Drop your weapons."
