The Fire Within

CHAPTER FOUR

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"Do you mind if we make a pit stop?" The handsome deputy asked her as she pulled away from his apartment.

After dropping him off earlier, she'd apparated to the nearest wizarding town and then floo'd to The American Ministry. She'd stayed for a little while before returning to Parrish's apartment and he'd been waiting for her, stepping outside with a duffle bag in his hand before she'd even rolled to a stop.

She followed his directions until she pulled up at Beacon Hills High School and judging by the time and the amount of students mulling around, she realised they were on their lunch break.

"I'll be right back," he told her as he climbed out of the car and shut the door behind him.

Being curious, she climbed out of the car and allowed her eyes to examine her surroundings, and that's when she noticed that Parrish was approaching a group of students, which she suspected were the supernatural beings.

"So, what's the emergency?" Lydia Martin asked the deputy as he neared closer to the Pack, various looks of worry and curiosity crossing their faces.

"It's not an emergency, not for here at least" he replied, stopping in front of the group of teens and they all looked surprised when they noticed that he wasn't wearing his uniform, despite the fact he should've been on shift at the station. "I wanted to tell you all in person, you're graduating in a month and I don't know if I'll get the chance to wish you all the best for your futures."

"Why? What's going on?" Scott McCall asked.

"I'm leaving Beacon Hills."

"What!"

He winced against the chorused shout.

"I'm leaving Beacon Hills," he repeated.

"Why?" Malia spoke, but the tone of voice sounded as if it were more of a demand that he tell her rather than her asking.

"I can't exactly tell you, I've been sworn to secrecy. All I can say is that someone came to find me, to ask for my help and the right thing to do is to help them, a lot of people have already died and are continuing to die."

"They need you?" Lydia said with a raised eyebrow.

"They need the hellhound."

Lydia's eyes searched his face before they landed on a spot over his shoulder, and when he turned his head, he saw that Hermione was stood by the car, watching him curiously.

"Is that her? She's pretty," the redhead said innocently and Parrish felt his eyebrow raise in response. "How do you know this isn't a trap? That she wants to hurt you."

"I just know. She's different, I can feel it."

"Different, like us?" Scott said.

"No, she's not supernatural but she's told me she has abilities that make her different, she hasn't yet explained everything in detail but I expect she will once we're on the plane."

"Does my dad know about this?" Stiles asked him, his eyes darting between him and at Hermione over his shoulder.

"Yes, he does. He's the one that called me back to the station. He knows where I'm going and why, but he's been sworn to secrecy, too, so there's no point in asking him for answers, he won't give you any."

"We'll see," Stiles smirked, slinging his arm over Lydia's shoulders and she rolled her eyes at him.

"Where are you going, how long will you be gone?" Lydia asked.