Satan's Angel (A Peter Hale Love Story)

Wolf Moon

Cristal's P.O.V

I was in the kitchen making dinner for my three kids when my radio went off signalling someone was speaking.

"Hey we got a 187 in the Beacon Hills preserve." I heard one of the deputy's say." Victim is a girl cut in half but... we only found half the body..."

"I'm sorry half the body. Where's the other half?" I asked them while rushing to get my jacket, gun, badge, torch, phone and keys getting ready to go.

"We have no idea we're starting a search. Hale, how fast can you get here?" I heard the sheriff ask me.

"Not long. I'll be there soon." I replied before heading upstairs to tell the kids I had to go.

"Max, Phoebe, Chloe I just got called in I gotta go." I told them before going to walk out the door.

"Is it supernatural?" I heard the twins ask at the same time.

"I think so, but they're treating it as a homicide, the victim is in half and we need to find the other half." I told them, sighing before hand. I walk out and go outside to get into my car before heading to the preserve. When I got there I see Noah telling all the deputy's what is going on.

"...if you see anything radio me straight away." He told them before turning away and seeing me walking over. "Hey. How're the kids?"

"They're fine in the house at the moment." I told him as we start walking through the woods looking for either the body or the murderer. 

After 20 minutes of not finding anything we hear on of the dogs barking so we run up to it. However, when we get there we see Stiles on the floor with the dog on top of him, barking still.

"Hang on, hang on..." We tell  the deputy as Stiles stands to his feet, shielding his eyes from the bright flashlight held toward him by the deputy.

"This little delinquent belongs to me." Noah tells the deputy before he walks off while we stand in front of Stiles.

"Dad, Aunt Cristy, how are you doing?" Stiles asks trying to play it off cool, while I just roll my eyes at him.

"So, do you, uh, listen in to all of my phone calls?" Noah asks him looking frustrated.

"No. Heh... Not the boring ones." He says after receiving a look from us both.

"Por supuesto!" I mutter under my breath in Spanish. [Por supuesto = Of course] "Now, where's your usual partners in crime?" I ask looking back at him.

"Who, Scott and Max?, They're home. Scott said he wanted to get a good night's sleep for first day back at school tomorrow and Max was really tired from playing video games." Stiles says as his heart beat raises and it starts raining. "It's just me... In the woods... Alone..."

"Scott, Max, you out there? Scott? Max?" Sheriff shouted not believing his son, which he shouldn't. I could hear their heart beats as clear as day.

"Well, young man, I'm gonna walk you back to your car... And then you and I are gonna have a conversation about something called "invasion of privacy."" Noah tells Stiles grabbing him by the back of his neck after Scott and Max don't step out.

As they walk away I walk down quietly so the boys didn't hear me. They started walking trying to find their way out of the woods probably back to Stiles' jeep. Thunder and lightning flickers overhead as they carefully makes their way back, pulling up the hood to their sweatshirts to try to keep their heads dry from the steady rain. Scott then pulls his inhaler out of his hoodie and shakes it, intending to take a hit when suddenly, a herd of deer begin frantically stampeding toward them, trampling them over and causing Scott's inhaler to fly several meters away.