Chapter 11

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Third person pov.

Lydia let out a scream. A loud, powerful, mind numbing scream. It was enough that every supernatural creature in a two or three mile radius had to hold their ears painfully. Everyone held their breathe as she screamed, because when she screamed it normally meant death and the only two people missing from the group at this very second were: Stiles and Derek. The thought of the twos deaths sobered up the group within record time.

At last, you must not worry it was not a scream of death that had our young banshee screaming, but she could still fell the pain as the knife burned into our two heroes: The Fox and the Wolf.

At this very moment our brave and daring fox had a knife cut the skin between his first and second rib. Pain burned through his body and tears welded up in his eyes and his mate our hero: the powerful wolf let out a scream from the pain that he felt through the bond.

Next, the villain of this story who happened to be faceless to our heroes. At this very moment shadows gathered around and it was as the whole world was holding their breath. 

As the young banshee finished her scream of pure pain the world could finally breath, but the pack could not. The young and honorable alpha began to call the pack together in order to save them.

Everyone began pulling at lose ends, running about aimlessly, scared for their friends lives. All trying to not get the job of telling the sheriff.

Finally after lots of thought they had Scott. After all he was the alpha and Stile's best friend. He was the best choice. He spoke to the man gently telling him what they were doing to save his one and only son. His brave, heroic, and incredibly smart son.

Finally they pack found the wreck. The embers of the fire long burned out and the music stopped long ago. Their scent faded, but still strong. And the wolves followed.

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