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𝑶𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒅𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒏 𝑯𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔, numerous cars skidded and sped round a corner. They were following a certain Derek Hale, wanted for a murder that three officious teenagers had accused him of. He sprinted down an alley way, despite his werewolf abilities, he was finding it exceptionally hard to keep ahead of the county sheriff cars trailing him.
Out of nowhere, a third car drove in front of him. Derek veered to a halt, sliding across the course concrete before pushing himself up and sprinting in a new direction. It seemed the man was being hunted by more than one group of people.
The Argents were the second gathering trying to capture the wolf that night.
"He's on foot, just ran into the iron works." Chris informed Kate from behind the wheel.
"Wait, wait. Did you say on foot?" Kate asked over the phone line, she was struggling to keep her pace at the rate the car she was chasing was driving.
"Yeah, into the iron works."
"Running?"
"Yes, running!"
Chris wearily hung up the phone while Kate glared uncomprehendingly at the vehicle before her.
"If he's on foot then who the hell is driving this car?"
Inside the car Kate Argent was tracking were three wild kids who were waist high in a shit ton of trouble. Driving erratically was Scott McCall, the shotgun seat held Stiles Stilinski and in the back was Lizzie Brown.
The high-speed car chase had been used as a decoy to help Derek escape his predators and Lizzie was loving it. Although they were in mountains of danger, a strong smile never left her face as they sped through the night. Her breaking bad dreams were finally coming true.
"Faster?" Scott asked the other two sat in the car, his eyes set firmly on the road in front of him and his sweaty hands gripped to the steering wheel. Stiles looked back through the rear window. Kate was gaining on them.
"Much faster." Stiles urged. Scott slammed his foot down harder on the accelerator and the wheels of the car groaned when they were forced to speed up. The engine roared and dust was left blowing in the wind as the cars whizzed through the sleeping town.
After a while of driving Scott seemed to be slowing down. Stiles turned back again to assess the proximity between them and the female hunter.
"Hey, Scott, I don't think you're grasping the concept of the car chase here."
"If I go faster, I'll kill us." Scott worried.
"Well if you don't go faster, they're gonna kill us." Stiles hollered back.
