Werewolves - The Witch Series Vol.1 - Teen Wolf Fanfiction - Derek Hale x OC

1.4 Magic Bullet

January 27th 2011 - Thursday

Derek and Charlie popped their heads up almost simultaneously, the man just a tad faster than the woman. A wolf call, summoning his pack, pierced the night outside the window, audible only to the two of them. They both knew what the sound meant—trouble was approaching.

The werewolf disentangled himself from the blanket they were sharing and snuggled into each other on the couch. By now, they were reading in comfortable silence, not feeling the need to talk. She was grading the last of the tests she was due to hand in the next morning, and he was familiarizing himself with more titles relating to her unofficial profession. Over the past few days, they had developed a comfortable routine and a shared trust, a certain bond that neither of them was prepared to name by any particular word.

The witch threw him a worried glance but did not say a word, knowing that it did not make the slightest sense. Someone had to investigate the situation and, if need be, help Scott, who surely could not resist the call. The determination Derek felt was all the stronger because they could not find any trace for almost a week that would give them even the slightest clue as to the monster's identity. They silently agreed that he would be the best one for the task. So the woman remained curled up on the sofa while he left.

Derek's instincts and the sound of gunfire led him to the industrial district. The first thing he sensed when he arrived was the metallic smell of blood. He didn't have to search long for traces; the trail was fresh and still warm, the dark maroon drops guiding him like a string. He felt a sinister gaze upon him, though he could not decide if he himself was in danger. He raised his gaze, unerringly directing it to the roof of the nearest warehouse, and spotted it. A huge, fur-covered, gnarled silhouette that looked more like a beast from a nightmare than a human, or even his own werewolfish appearance.

The alpha was clearly beckoning him on, hopping up onto the next higher roof, completely unhurried and growling at him. Derek knew he should be careful, that the blood and smell of gunpowder indicated the Hunters' presence, but he had to find out who the man was, who had killed his sister, and why he had done it. Was it just about status and power? It was not a challenge for the werewolf to reach the roof of the building; He set off in pursuit.

Completely forgetting about the Hunters, he was so focused on his goal for a moment. As he leapt between the roofs, a gunshot broke the silence, and he almost immediately felt a pain in his shoulder that made him curl up all over. He fell from a height of two stories, unable to complete the jump. The painful impact on the ground forced all the air out of his lungs. He tried to gather his strength, but the shock prevented him from doing so. Upon hearing a vehicle approaching, he attempted to rise to a sitting position and looked around to see if anyone was coming. He lifted the sleeve of his blouse to see the wound.

A shimmering iridescent round hole appeared on his forearm, emitting a faint metallic scent. Alarmed by his body's refusal to heal, he watched as wisps of blue vapors slowly wafted from the wound. Instinct kicked in as he had been taught from birth to hide and wait out the worst in case of danger. With difficulty, he got up on his feet and moved away, in the opposite direction to that from which he had come. He could not bring unknown enemy forces down on Charlotte's head. He would wait so that the Hunters could not track him down, try to heal himself, and if he failed, seek the help of the witch.

Chris Argent got out of a black SUV that had stopped on the other side of the building, nervously looking around. He was worried that someone would spot him and was nervous about his daughter catching him leaving the house in the middle of the night.

"Get in!" in an aggressive tone, he turned to the attractive blonde, younger than himself, who came out to meet him. Some feature in their faces made them resemble each other, but the age difference made it hard to determine whether they were siblings or rather parent and child.