The Omen

ꕥ Chapter Four ꕥ

I sit in the back of Stiles's Jeep as both he and Scott jump out, their feet landing on the soil of Derek's compacted driveway.

I groan and follow them out, allowing myself to look at the burnt house.

"Wait, something's different." Scott warns, glancing around.

Apparently Scott came here earlier and smelled blood. He and Stiles had planned on coming back here to dig up the other half of the body and prove that Derek is the murderer.

"Different how?" Stiles asks.

I silently follow behind them as Scott leads us towards where he thought the body was hidden. I think of Derek, he doesn't seem like the cold blooded killer type. You would think I would be able to sense of he was a murderer, apparently my powers are useless.

"I don't know. Let's just get this over with." Scott whispers, digging his shovel into the ground.

Stiles only brought two shovels so I end up on watch. I simply take my time walking in circles around the growing hole they are digging.

"This is taking way too long." I complain, my eyes darting from tree to tree.

"Just keep going." Stiles informs Scott who had slowed down.

"What if he comes back?" Scott asks.

"Then we get the hell out of here." I tell him.

"What if he catches us?"

"Aren't you a Debby downer." I snap.

"I have a plan for that." Stiles informs us, stopping our bickering.

"Which is?"

"You run one way." He tells Scott, "And Hetha and I run the other. Whoever he catches first, too bad."

"I hate that plan." Scott mumbles and I add, "I'm so much faster than you, Stiles."

"Stop, stop, stop." Stiles begins hissing. I look down into the deep hole and see a cloth lining the bottom.

Stiles crouches down and begins spastically trying to untie the knots binding the cloth shut.

"Hurry." Scott hisses.

"I'm trying. Did he have to tie the thing in, like, 900 knots?" Stiles snaps back.

"I'll do it. Move over." I demand, jumping down into the hole.

I reach down and quickly untie the knots, using my perfectly manicured nails to get in between the strands of the rope.

I pull the cloth back and yelp when I see what is behind the tan sheet.

"What the hell is that?" Stiles asks, almost subconsciously wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer to him, his breathing heavy.

"It's a wolf." Scott whispers.

"Yeah, I can see that. I thought you said you smelled blood, as in human blood." Stiles states, obviously getting slightly annoyed.

"I told you something was different." Scott says, trying to make as seem as if it isn't his fault we just dug up a dog.

"This doesn't make sense." Stiles says, looking at the dead wolf.

I feel happiness swell I'm my stomach, Derek isn't a murderer.