Full Moon //Derek Hale//

Twenty-Seven

(A/N- I know I've said this once, but my story isn't going to be the same in every little detail as the actual show, mostly because I'm just going off what I remember. I'm not watching the show and going off of it, but I am going off of what I remember seeing in my head. So, please, if I have missed something BIG and IMPORTANT, please do comment and tell me! Thank you! Read on- )

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In the midst of Boyd and the so called 'Cora' escape, Lydia decided to call me, claiming she had found a dead body. I immediately grabbed Stiles and drove to the location she had sent me, arriving at a public pool.

I ran towards Lydia, wanting to make sure she was safe, I called out to her.

"Lydia? Lydia? Lydia, are you okay?" I asked, gripping her hands in mine as I studied her face. I could smell the stench of fear and anxiety rolling off of her as she nodded her head.

"I'm okay. That, over there... not okay." She said, referring to the body slouched over in the life guard chair.

"Yeah, all right." I agreed, pulling her into a hug, trying to help her shaking hands and wide eyes.

"I'm gonna call my dad." Stiles spoke up, his eyes on the dead body that I could smell starting to rot.

"I already called 911." Lydia said, pulling away from me and looking off into the distance.

"You called the police before you called us?" Stiles asked.

"I'm supposed to call you first when I find a dead body?" Lydia inquired, her eyes meeting mine before going towards Stiles.

"Yes!" He all but shouted.

"Call Scott." I suggested, hoping my brother was having better luck than the three of us. "How did you end up here?" I asked, turning towards my blonde best friend.

"Uh, I was driving to the store to get more ibuprofen but instead I ended up here. As if my body was drawn here." she said, her eyes in a haze as she looked at the water.

"Yep." Stiles voice drifted as I turned and looked at him. "Throat ripped out, blood everywhere. It's like a frickin' Shining over here." He stressed out over the phone to my brother. "Two little twins girls come out of the woods, start asking me to play with forever and ever, I"m not gonna be surprised."

"Can you get a little closer to make sure it was them?" Scott begged, not believing it was Cora and Boyd who had done it. If you ask me, it looked a little clean to have been the two werewolves.

"Make sure it was them?" Stiles scoffed, running a hand through his hair. "Scott, who else is going around ripping throats out?"

"Please just do it." He repeated. Stiles sighed before taking a step closer to look at the wound. But the wound looked more like an incision made by a knife instead of claws. I glanced back at Stiles and noticed how he was staring at a 'Purity' ring on the boy's finger.

20 minutes later, Allison's dad shows up, alone with my brother, Derek, and Isaac. I piled into Derek's car and ask what the plan is.

"Allison's dad is gonna help." Isaac filled me in.

"Oh, this'll be fun." I replied, leaning back in the seat of the SUV that Derek had traded his Camaro in for. A lot more roomier, just less bad ass, more of a dad look on him.

I like it.

After arriving at the last place that the other three had last seen them, Chris went into hunter mode almost instantly.

"You're tracking them by print?" Argent said after dropping a bag of tools onto the ground. He crouched down in front of Scott who was also crouched down, staring at the show print that was made in the mud.