Homewrecker//Scott McCall {DISCONTINUED}

Chapter 7: Russian Root

"Where are they? They've been gone for days," Sam growled as he paced the floor at Argent's apartment. Chris sighed as she looked at the aggravated hunter.

"We don't know. But you of all people know we can't interfere," Chris snapped at him, "We could risk Scott going on a rampage and possibly never coming back with Elliot."

Sam sighed, sitting down next to Stiles, "She's my niece, Chris. My brother doesn't even know if she's alive and if she dies here, I don't know what I'd do."

"She'll be fine. She's a Winchester, I'm sure that means something," Stiles nodded confidently. Sam couldn't help but laugh.

"Yeah, she is. Just like the rest of us," Sam stated sadly. Allison looked at him confused.

"Who's the rest?" she asked. Sam seemed to pause for a moment, before continuing.

"It was myself, my brother, and my wife. But, she passed away a few years ago," Sam gulped thickly. They all gave him sympathetic looks.

"We're sorry," Stiles apologized. Sam shook his head.

"She was also a werewolf, I was her mate. When she died... I didn't know what to do," Sam stated softly, but then shook his head, "Anyway, that's all in the past. But I know how powerful these things can get. We need to find them before something happens to either of them that they're not ready for."

Stiles nodded, before he pulled out his phone.

"Since Scott became a werewolf, I made sure to put a tracker in his phone whenever he went Alpha Killer on us. Which, is not the case here," Stiles quickly added to Sam. Sam chuckled lowly.

"I'm sure," he muttered. Just then, Cas walked into the room.

"I can't find them. It seems Scott has hidden them to where I can't sense them. This is a powerful bond, one that could rival the one you had, Sam," Cas informed. Sam sighed.

"Then we'll use the tracker on his phone to find him. Shouldn't be too hard," Allison shrugged. Sam gave them a look.

"Finding them isn't the hard part, separating them is," Sam stated, making the mood in the room a lot darker.

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Scott was sat in a dark den that night, cradling a sleeping Elliot in his arms, running his fingers through her hair gently. His eyes were still glowing a vibrant red, so you could tell that the alpha was still in control. Every now and then, Elliot would shift in pain, and Scott would take her hand and suck up her pain, watching as she relaxed in his arms again.

Now was a time Elliot woke up again, but she wasn't in pain. Her eyes still glowed a dull red to show she was still under the influence of the bond. She smiled up at Scott, and put a hand on his cheek, running her thumb over it gently.

Scott grumbled softly as she leaned into her touch, closing his eyes at the sensation. He leaned close to her and brushed his nose against her cheek, causing her to giggle as he tickled her. He gave a deep, wolfish laugh at her squeal.

"Alpha..." she mumbled softly, leaning up and kissing his nose. He growled possessively and tightened his grip on her, pulling her closer to him, "Alpha."