Leia is what you'd call an Animagus. A Wolf that can shapeshift at will without the need of the full moon. But she's a special breed known as an Ice Wolf. She's the last of her kind and the most wanted. Some want her dead others alive, will Leia fin...
Deputy Clark is leaving the station and heading to her cruiser. Liam is lurking behind a nearby car. As he is about to approach her Mason pulls him backward. "What do you think you're doing?"
Liam looked at Mason with a guilty expression. "Someone's got to tell her about Hayden..."
Mason said firmly. "No– and that someone doesn't have to be you, all right? Especially looking like this." Mason gestured to Liam's appearance. His hair was a mess, his clothing torn and stained with blood– Scott's blood. "I mean, what if they think you killed her?"
Mason and Liam watch as Clark drives away. Liam falls to the ground, "Maybe I did." He said in guilt.
"You didn't. And while the last few hours... Haven't been your best... This isn't the way to fix it. She's going to find out, and it's not gonna hurt any less coming from you." Mason said sympathetically. "Come on."
Liam stands up, taking a deep breath but senses something. He starts looking around the parking lot. Mason looks at Liam with concern. "What?"
"It's Hayden. It's her scent." Liam starts to breathe heavily as he continues to look for Hayden. "She's here!"
Mason looks at Liam. "Liam... You held her body in your arms... You... You watched Parrish carry her out of the hospital. She's... She's gone..." Mason said sadly.
Mason puts a comforting hand on Liam's shoulder as he leads Liam away. Neither of them noticed Hayden's reflection in the SUV's window but Liam managed to get the last glimpse.
"Hey, come on. Let's go. Let's go." Mason calmed Liam and gently pushed him away from the Sheriff's station.
-Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital-
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Scott frantically pushed the double doors open, holding them open for Parrish who had Lydia in his arms. "Help! Get someone to help me! Quick! I need help. I've got an eighteen-year-old female, potentially hypothermic."
Parrish met with a doctor and several nurses, who brought over a gurney so they could lay Lydia on it. They start checking her vitals and her pupil response.
I heard arguing. I had the girls wait in the car. Scott saw me come in and stopped the elevator for me.
-Next Floor-
Stiles is arguing with Dr. Geyer and several of the nurses. Melissa is trying to calm the situation but at this point, she is no match for Stiles.
"What do you mean, you don't know? Two hours ago, he was fine! Now it looks like somebody took a baseball bat to his neck." Stiles yelled.
