Crashing

Hit a wall

Less then a half hour after the crash, a young woman with dark brown eyes and hair to match emerged from the woods, seeing the jeep before smelling the blood, as well as impending death among the two teens in the car. She pushed the jeep away from the tree, fixing most of the dents with her bare hands before opening the passenger door, grabbing the phone off the teenager's body.

She quickly dialed 9-1-1 before disguising her voice, to keep herself safe.

"Operator, what is your emergency?"

"I was driving through the road in the woods when I found a blue jeep crashed into a tree with two teenage boys in it, both look to be about 16 years old. They need a ambulance as soon as possible."

"Ma'am, it's gonna be OK. Where are you in the woods?"

"Four miles south from the remains of the Hale House and two miles west of highway 163."

"Alright, we're sending a couple of ambulances. Are both the boys still breathing?"

"Yes. Even though for both it's pretty shallow."

"Alright, the ambulances will be there in about five minutes."

The woman nodded before hanging up the phone, placing it back into the passenger's pocket, before going full wolf, and running into the night.

Five minutes later, the paramedics had arrived, noticing that the light blue jeep was in surprisingly good condition for being rammed into a tree.

"Check the driver and passenger. See if they have any ID on them."

One of the paramedics nodded as he quickly found a wallet on the driver, as well as his permit.

"It's the Sheriff's son!"

Without hesitation, they did what was the logical thing to do. Called the Sheriff.

Sheriff Noah Stilinski was at the house, going over a case trying not to go stir crazy about Scott and Stiles while the deputies were searching every part of Beacon Hills for them when his cell rang, and he immediately picked it up.

"Hello?"

"We found two kids in the woods. Scott McCall and Mieczyslaw Stilinski."

Noah immediately stood up, the chair out from under him crashing out from under him onto the floor.

"Where are they?"

"They were in a car crash two miles west of Highway 163 in the woods."

Noah immediately left the house, hanging up the phone before getting in his cop car, turning on the lights before driving straight to his boys, foot never leaving the gas, as he grew more and more concerned as he called off the hunt for the boys.

He got to the location of the jeep in a record four minutes just as he saw one of the ambulances being loaded and driving away,   which lead him to go straight to one of the paramedics.

"Who just went in that ambulance?"

Before the paramedic could answer however, Noah's attention redirected to the very familiar sound of one of the two teens yelling for help, and the deep, ragged breaths that could only be a panic attack.

If anyone guesses who the woman was, I'll give you a shoutout!