[☾★ ] Alexander MCCall had been in the same grade as Derek when the Hale House was burnt down. The MCCall boy had been class when Derek suddenly ran out, his sister Laura running along side him.
Alexander made up an excuse for them both.
And when...
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CHAPTER SIX: frenemy
[̲̅ə̲̅٨̲̅٥̲̅٦̲̅]❥𝔹𝕀𝕋𝔼❥[̲̅ə̲̅٨̲̅٥̲̅٦̲̅]
ALEXANDER MCCALL DECIDED THAT HIS BEST FRIEND; DEREK HALE, WAS AN IDIOT. Because, the man had left, ran off. He had, removed his jacket, pushing it onto Alec's shoulders before running off. Which, confused Alec, before he ran off as-well. If Derek was going to leave him, then Alec was gonna go after him. Especially when he was going on his own to fight something that could and would kill him. Again.
Alec patted down on the jacket on his shoulders, searching for the keys. No luck. "Why the fuck would that asshole need his keys for a fight?"
Alec was in disbelief that Jackson was the Kanima, he had seen Derek test the boy, and the test failed.
Alec looked up, running forward to the jeep, Stiles yelled.
"Derek took his keys. And I'm not gonna hot wire the car," Alec says, as Scott rushed out. And Stiles was practically yelling at Alec to hurry up. Alec slapped Stiles in the back of his head.
Stiles drive quickly, chasing the wolf and Kanima. But came to a stop when the headlights shined on the tall gate.
"What do we do now?" Stiles asked, turning to see Scott have already opened the door and jumped over the fence.
Alec scrambled to get out of his seat. "If there's a lock, on shooting it off."
[̲̅ə̲̅٨̲̅٥̲̅٦̲̅]❥𝔹𝕀𝕋𝔼❥[̲̅ə̲̅٨̲̅٥̲̅٦̲̅]
As Alec had gotten the gate open, his phone buzzed. Once reading the text, he ran back into the car,
The two had found Scott hidden behind a wall. They quickly approached him. "Wha - sorry, I'm sorry. Did you see where he went?"
"I lost him." Scott replied.
"What? You couldn't catch his scent!" Stiles immediately asked.
"I don't think he has one."
"All right," Alec sighed. "any clue where he's going?"
"To kill someone."
"Ah. That explains the claws, and the fangs, and all that. Good. Makes perfect sense now." Scott scoffed at Stiles's response. "What? Scott, come on. I'm a hundred-forty-seven pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense."
