2. Seeing Purple | Scott McCall

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𖦹 𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓼𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓖𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𖦹

Back in the woods later that same evening, Brooke, Malia, Lydia and Scott all stood in a small clearing where the moonlight filtered in through gaps in the branches of the trees like the first flakes of snow on Christmas morning. "We can still catch him." the werecoyote stated.

Scott spun back around to face the three girls from where he'd been zoned out in front of them. "Catch who?"

"The killer. What are you thinking about?" Brooklyn replied. She glanced curiously at her boyfriend. Something had troubled him, she could tell by his face.

"Getting the bullet to Argent." the McCall boy answered. He showed off the tiny piece of metal where it was firmly grasped in between his pointer finger and his thumb.

"Even if he's the one who fired it?" Malia questioned as the three girls stepped so they were closer to the boy.

"Especially if he's the one." Scott told her. He turned back around to lead the way through the woods when he stopped short. He tilted his head slightly as he listened with his heightened senses. "Do you hear that?"

"Heartbeats." Malia confirmed as she was the only other one who could hear them.

"A lot of them." Scott breathed. "They're here."

"Who?" Brooke asked, confused as to what was going on now.

"Hunters." Scott responded. His eyes were trained behind them, a worried expression coating his face. "Run."

The boy instinctively reached out for Brooklyn's hand and grabbed hold of it as the four of them hurried through the rough terrain. Though the girls were slightly puzzled, as far as they could see there was nobody behind them. "Scott, wait. Scott!" Malia called. She was trying to get the boy to stop, or at least slow down, but he showed no signs of doing either as he pulled Brooke along next to him.

But he was going too fast and try as she might, the Hale girl couldn't keep up with him without supernatural speed. He didn't seem to realise in his haze of panic that Brooklyn's hand slipped out of his or that she fell behind with the girls, he kept plowing forward. The girls ran as fast as they could to keep sight of him but he was getting away and they couldn't catch his attention however much they shouted.

They continued to push their legs to go as fast as they could muster even when they finally did loose sight of the McCall boy. Their breaths were laboured and heavy, just barely getting enough oxygen to keep them going. Thankfully, will the cool of the evening air, they weren't overheating or becoming sweaty which kept up their persistence.

Making out lights in the distance, the three girls somehow found a final boost of energy to get there quicker than before. Though the weren't met with hunters like Scott had worried, but rather the sheriff and a multitude of deputies all decked out with guns and torches.

Scott was crouched in the middle of them all, his head facing the floor as the Sheriff shouted for his deputies to stand down and give the boy room. Brooklyn was immediately at his side, the other two girls stopping just a little shorter. The Hale girl placed her hands on his cheeks and raised his head slightly so he was looking at her. Her eyes reflected some sadness as she saw his features were contorted into that of his wolf side.

She pulled him into a hug, feeling his arms slip around her and his breath on the back of her neck as he returned back to normal. "It's okay, it's okay." she whispered. After a moment or two Scott stood up, pulling her up with him and keeping her close for comfort as Sheriff Stilinski cleared the deputies from the area.