Howlin' For You •Liam Dunbar•

4. Okay, Longbottom

Isabelle sat in the back seat of the pale blue jeep as Scott and Stiles sat in the front. The three of them following several police cars in front of them.

"Unit Five heading northwest on Crescent reporting an incredibly large," The deputy said into her radio. "Something."

"Unit Nine, to Dispatch, I think I've got eyes on the same thing. Some kind of rabid animal," Another voice said.

Stiles looked at his best friend worriedly, Scott looking straight ahead at the cars.

"Unit Five to Nine, trust me, that's no animal."

"All units stay back. Do not engage," Stiles said into his own radio. "I repeat, do not engage."

"Stiles," Sheriff's voice said through the walkie talkie. "Get off the radio. All unit alert. Wait for back-up. Repeat, no one goes near this thing."

Multiple voices were heard from the radio as Stiles continued to follow the police cars.

"All units, this is Dispatch. We've got a nine-one-one call with additional sighting on Mitchelle."

"Wait a second," Isabelle spoke to the two boys.

"Beachwood to Mitchelle?" Stiles asked.

"It's headed back for the hospital," Scott said.

Stiles grabbed the walkie talkie again. "Dad," He said into it.

"Stiles, get off this channel," Sheriff said.

"Dad, just listen to me, okay?" Stiles asked. "It's headed for the hospital, alright? He's headed for Beacon Memorial. You hear me? It's headed for the hospital." Stiles stepped on the gas, driving faster.

The three teens walked into the hospital, a gun cocking right behind them. The three turned around, looking at Sheriff Stilinski as he put a finger against his lip, shushing them. A loud thump was heard from above them, the lights turning off for a moment. Isabelle grabbed the hand of the person besides her, Stiles, as the four of them heard a loud snarl.

"Fourth floor," Scott said, looking up.

The four had walked up to the fourth floor, lights fading in and out. Sheriff was up front, Scott following behind him, Isabelle was in between the two teenagers.

Sheriff had placed his arms in front of the teens, pushing them back as a body lit on fire flew across the room.

"Parrish?" Isabelle asked as the sheriff stepped closer to the body.

Jordan Parrish had an expressionless face, it reminded Isabelle of herself at school.

"Parrish, you okay?" Sheriff asked, not getting a reply. "Deputy!" He exclaimed louder, making Parrish jump in surprise, snapping out of whatever trance he was in. The deputy began panting as Sheriff placed a hand lightly on his shoulder.

Isabelle and Stiles turned to Scott watching as he followed bloody footprints. The two followed behind the alpha, watching as the footprints turned from beast-like feet into normal, human feet.

Isabelle stood in between Scott and Stiles in one of the vet rooms, Deaton stepping in and looking at the three.

"What I'm about to show you isn't supposed to exist," Deaton said.

"Neither are werewolves, banshees, and all the other things we've had to deal with," Isabelle pointed out as Deaton reached into an envelope, pulling out photos.

"This is the only surviving evidence of Doctor Valack's time as Chief Medical Officer of Eichen House," Deaton said as he placed the polaroid pictures on the table. "To call it human experimentation would be charitable." Scott looked at one of the photos, picking it up. "A banshee. She died screaming."