My breath rises in visible puffs to join the darkened clouded night sky. There is a freezing chill in the air that brings crispness to the leaves, bejeweled with a thin layer of frost, that crunch underfoot.
The cold seeps into my skin numbing my fingers until they cease to bend properly, stiffened and frigid. Suddenly the sound of Scott's growl rumbles through the woods, trundling slowly down the trail.
"Scott!" I yelled watching him run away.
"Where is he going?" Malia asked.
"I don't know, but keep running."
Jumping over a log on the floor, I managed to catch Scott just a few feet behind before I looked past him and noticed red beams shining at my chest.
Pressing my heels into the ground, I stumbled back catching myself in time to watch Scott turn back to look at me.
"Scott!"
Looking around frantically, he spots the first person to the right of him, before attacking.
"Scott. Scott, it's me." I heard the familiar voice say.
"It's me! Scott!" Stilinski yelled.
"Scott!" I yelled, as it knocked him out of consciousness and noticed the flashlight lighting his chest. And then suddenly, the rest of the red beams followed, revealing the entire police squad around the three of us.
"Okay, okay. Come on. It's okay." Stilinski said, moving Scott off of him and grabbing my shoulder.
"Everybody, stay back. It's just a kid."
Kneeling down, I grabbed Scott's face between my hands.
"Are you okay?" I whispered.
"...I think so..."
"What's wrong with his eyes?" A police officer asked.
Looking over Scott's shoulder, I made eye contact with Stilinksi before noticing Jordan walk out from the crowd.
"You heard the Sheriff. Stand down." Jordan blurted out.
Hearing Lydia run up behind us, she pants softly as we all bunched up together.
"Come on."
~
Standing near a large oak tree, the six of us stand around the crime scene where Scott found the dead Hellhound.
"I'm really sorry," Scott said to Stilinski.
"You don't think they saw anything, do you?" I asked.
"No more than they're used to," Jordan added, standing up from the crime scene.
"You three wanna tell me what happened here?"
"He's a Hellhound."
"A dead Hellhound," Malia added.
"Yep, got that."
"Well, I don't get it. I didn't think you could kill a Hellhound."
"Looks a lot easier than we thought," Malia added.
"You got anything you want to add?" Stilinski asks me.
Feeling the silver bullet rolling around in my hand, I slide it back into my jacket pocket playing it off quietly.
"Yeah...I don't think it was just any bullet." I added.
"I hope not."
~
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The Dark Riders (Derek Hale Love Story) #8
Werewolf"This is our promise. This is our forever." Coming to the end of their road, Savannah and her friends all face the most difficult change in their lives. Adulthood. With Scott and his friends moving on to College, and trying to figure out what they w...
