𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 | derek hale [ON HOLD]

31 | u n l e a s h e d

Third Person POV:

At the animal clinic, Scott and Alan are treating a dog while their owner worriedly watches the vet prepare a shot.

"It's not going to hurt him, is it?" he warriedly asks Alan.

"Just a little," Alan replies as Scott holds the dog down in a comforting manner. "But I usually find that it's the owners..." The young man winces as he watches him inject the shot into his dog. "Who feel the most pain," Alan smiles.

The man and Scott smile at each other as Alan extracts the needle. "All right. Well, we'll just check the stool sample for parasites, but my guess is that he probably just ate something he shouldn't have," Alan assures him as Scott gives him his dog.

"Got a cool name," Scott tells him as he inspects the dog's name tag.

BULLET

"He's got 2 brothers at home named Beretta and Trigger," the man tells Scott. "Military family," he shrugs. His dog whimpers as Scott pets his stomach. "It's like he knows who the Alpha is."

Scott and him chuckle as Alan eyes their exchange. They both get up and Scott shows him and his pup out.

"Let's go, buddy," the man ushers the dog as he opens his car door. His dog whines and refuses to hop in. "Ok, this usually happens before we go to the vet," he chuckles, crouching down to his dog.

The dog whines again before running off, loudly barking. "Hey!" he calls out as he chases after him.

"Found something," Scott tells his boss as he inspects the stool sample. Alan walks over to see Scott holding something in his tweezers.

"Rinse it off," he tells him, passing him a bottle of water. Scott does and holds up his finding.

"What is it?" he asks as Alan takes the tweezers from him.

"Definitely poisonous for the dog. Actually, for you as well," Alan tells him.

"Wolfsbane?"

"Mistletoe," Alan replies.

"Bullet?" the man calls out for his dog again as he worriedly walks down the dumpster-lined alley. "Come here, Bullet. Come here, Bullet."

He stops when he hears a scraping sound nearby. He hears whimpering from what sounds like underneath the dumpster beside him.

"There you are," he crouches to the ground and tries to look underneath it. "Come on, Bullet," he taps the ground to coax him out.

Still no response, the man sighs and reaches his hand out to encourage his pup. He yells in shock and pulls his hand back.

"Son of a bitch! Did you just bite me?" he exclaims, clutching his pained hand. He looks up in confusion as he sees Bullet standing across from him. He hadn't heard or seen Bullet move out from underneath the dumpster.

The man crouches back down to see what bit him. Bullet whimpers as he watches. As he starts to reach out his hand, Bullet loudly barks.

"Closer," an eerie voice whispers to the man. "Come closer."

The man looks down to see a terrifyingly scarred, burnt, white face as it roars.

Scott's ears perk up as he hears Bullet's barking from outside. He walks out to see Bullet run toward him, his owner gone.

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Hana POV:

Derek, Rica, and I are patiently waiting for the woman in her classroom. Last night, Derek and I spent our first night together in our loft, and it was absolute heaven.