IV. ━━━━ a werewolf hunt

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𝙷 𝙾 𝙿 𝙴 𝙻 𝙴 𝚂 𝚂 𝙻 𝚈   𝙸 𝙻 𝙻 - 𝙵 𝙰 𝚃 𝙴 𝙳

𝙷 𝙾 𝙿 𝙴 𝙻 𝙴 𝚂 𝚂 𝙻 𝚈   𝙸 𝙻 𝙻 - 𝙵 𝙰 𝚃 𝙴 𝙳

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❛❛ A WEREWOLF HUNT ❜❜
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Sophia had gotten a tear eyed call from the strawberry brunette the minute the call of Derek Hale cut out. The Stilinski twins thought first, moving to the location Lydia stood.

"Lyd's!" Her voice called, the girl stood her gaze away from the pool "Are you okay?"

Her head shook, "That, that over there–" her words left stammered "is not okay"

Sophia focused towards her direction, on the lifeguard high chair was a boy, who was killed gruesomely. The witch wrapped and arm around the girl "Yeah, i'm gonna call dad"

"I already called 911."

"You called the police before you called us?"

"W-well that was a smart-" a glare settled upon the witch, snatching her words "I mean, uh – bad Lydia. "

"That's a smart thing to do" Caroline defended the girl "I would call the police before i called any of these people"
"See!" Lydia lit to a smile "Thank you!"

Lydia blinked, staring at the boy "I'm supposed to call you two first when I find a dead body?"

"Yes!"

"Honestly, totally honest, not the biggest fan of that one" Sophia didn't exactly enjoy finding dead body, after dead body

The boy called his father, leaving out the details of the supernatural before calling Scott to inform the boy of the recent death. Lydia's eyes lifted "I don't know what's wrong with me" Sophia's eyes narrowed "I don't know how i got here"

"We'll figure it out" she swore "we always do"

The police took a statement from the teenagers, the father checking upon his children a numerous amount of times. A plan had bubbled to bring the traumatised girl home but at the call of her name she shrieked in fear. Her feet launched, hiding behind the two "Do you think he saw me?"

"Considering Chris is staring right at us" the two lift to raise their hands "I'd gather"

"Plan my funeral" she swore, her feet carefully made it's way to the man, a smile lit upon her lips "hey, grandpa, grandpapa. Gran- uh you look very nice tonight

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