𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 | derek hale [ON HOLD]

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"The trio is back. The trio is back! The trio is back, gonna do it again, gonna wake up the neighborhood!"

"Hana, I don't think it's the time to sing edited versions of high school musical songs," Scott turns around and gives me a frown.

"I think it's great. Good way to help lighten the mood before we encounter something truly terrifying," Stiles shrugs in support while following- driving diligently.

"Thank you, Stiles," I grin. Suddenly, we hear a loud growl as a large creature is illuminated from all the car headlights. "And now that I've lightened the moon, here is our something terrifying." La Bête.

The beast turns and runs away, its feet causing the ground to shake with each step. We're hot in its heels, following all the police cars, including Noah who was able to return to work- god knows why.

"Unit 5 heading northwest on Crescent reporting an incredibly large... something," one of the deputies alerts through the radio.

"Unit 9 to dispatch. I think I got eyes on the same thing," another deputy reports. "Some kind of rabid animal." We all share the same wide-eyed look.

"Unit 5 to 9," the prior deputy says, "trust me, that's no animal." The sirens wail as the police cars speed up, chasing after the beast. And so Stiles speeds up.

"Unit 6 to dispatch," another deputy calls in. "We have a situation downtown. Multiple fatalities."

"Copy. Medics on the way," dispatch replies. "Do you have a perp in sight, unit 6?"

"Negative. Looks like a 10-91E. Animal attack."

We knew that already.

"10-4, can you say what kind of animal?" dispatch asks.

Stiles grabs his walkie talkie before a deputy can answer. "All units stay back. Do not engage. I repeat, do not engage."

"Stiles, get off the radio!" an angry Noah yells through the radio. "All unit alert. Wait for backup. Repeat, no one goes near this thing."

"Unit 5 reporting a sighting on Hill Road southbound."

"Unit 9, I've got it turning off Oakridge, southbound on Beachwood

"All units, this is dispatch. We've got a 911 call with an additional sighting on Mitchell."

"Wait a second, Beachwood to Mitchell?" I gasp worriedly. "He's heading back for the hospital!"

Stiles grabs the walkie. "Dad!"

"Stiles, got off this channel!" Noah orders again.

"Dad, just listen to me, ok? He's headed for the hospital, all right? He's headed for Beacon Hills Memorial. You hear me? He's headed for the hospital!"

Us and the police units ahead of us are racing to the hospital. Noah alerts Melissa and she helps issue an entire-building evacuation. We can only hope everyone can get out in time.

"Unit 5, Clark, I need eyes on Parrish," Noah orders. "Does anyone have Parrish's 20?"

We all have an idea of where he is already.

"All units, we have a 911 emergency call reporting a man on fire running into Beacon Memorial," dispatch reports.

Yep. That's our guy.

I grab the walkie. "Clark, disregard."

"Hana, you too, off this channel," Noah snaps. "Clark, disregard," he then repeats. Though he can't see, I know he knows that I'm smiling smugly.