Lonely Angel (A Teen Wolf Fanfic)

Chapter 7

Chapter 7
Scott's POV

We needed to find Destiny. And quick. Her new friends, Zach and Jack, were frantic and stressing out.

"Calm down!" Lydia shouted. Everyone stopped-And by everyone, I mean Zach and Jack-and took deep breaths. "That's right. We all just need to calm down."

We tried to follow Destiny, but the 'kidnapper' was just to fast and we lost her. Me and Isaac was unable to pick up her scent and all the werewolf stuff. We I took a moment to observe Zach and Jack. Jack had dark black hair, and had crystal blue eyes. His skin was an olive color and he was tall. About 6'11. He had this leadership aura around him, like he expects everyone to do what he says. But I could sense he's a good leader. Zach was tall, but not as tall as Jack. He has dirty blonde hair, tan skin. His shining gold eyes were the ones who attracted me the most, despite his muscularity. Who has gold eyes? It looked like he was a werewolf. I had to remind myself to ask him that question.

"I knew where DeDe is." Zach suddenly spoke.

Stiles left eyebrow was raised. "DD? What is that? Diamond Dandruff?"

"No," Zach had a weird look on his perfect face. "It's Destiny's nickname."

"Wait. What did you mean by you knew where she was? You knew this whole time? And you didn't tell us?" Stiles practically yelled. I have a feeling that he sorts of likes her, but not too much like he loves Lydia. At least I think he loves Lydia.

"Yeah. We," Zach gestures to himself and Jack. "Knew all this time."

Jack had this murderous look on his face. I had enough. I thought they were werewolves, and this just confirms it.

"Are you two werewolves?" I finally ask. As I said this, both the boys laughed hysterically. Guess they weren't wolves.

"Werewolves? No, we're-" Zach was cut off by a hand covering his mouth. This really got me suspicious. Jack was glaring daggers at him.

"What are you hiding?!" I demanded. This was getting old and we felt left out. I thought they were the Darach, because if they weren't werewolves, what could they be?

Jack sighed and suddenly, a whole 22 feet long pair of wings emerged from his back and his eyes turned fully white.

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"The hell?!" Stiles jumped back from his seat, startled. "This isn't Halloween yet buddy."

Jack's head turned so slow, I swear I every hair on my body stood. His face looked like we was about to kill 80 people or so, his hands were about to rip Stiles' heart out of his chest and through his throat. His nails grew insanely sharp, and his teeth were all fangs. All his teeth.

"Okay," Stiles gulped, "Are you going to kill me? But before you do, I should warn you, killing me might not mean anything."

And with the most sickest, cruelest way possible, Jack said, "Every kill means the world to me."