The McCall Pack; A Teen Wolf Fanfiction

Ouroboros

Y/n's POV

"Theo, I'm not turning my car around," I insist as I turned my car down the next street. "Stiles was being an asshole, and I don't want to deal with him right now."

"What if I told you his car was flipped over and on fire, and he almost died?" Theo quizzed.

I slammed on my break. "What? Are you serious?"

"Well I'm certainly not joking," Theo spoke. "Can you just come back here? Please?"

"Fine," I exhale. "I'll be there in five minutes."

"It's not as bad as it looks," Stiles assured me once I arrived back at the vet clinic. "This is his blood on my face."

"It still doesn't look good," I counter and grab some wet wipes from the glove compartment of my car. "Here. Clean your face off. And Theo, look at your lip. And your nose. You're bleeding."

"I'm fine," Theo murmured and swatted away my hand. "It'll heal. Stiles, we should get you to the hospital. You took in a lot of smoke."

"I'm fine," Stiles persisted. "Could the two of you just pick up my Jeep?"

"If you didn't almost just die I would tell you no cause you were being an ass earlier. But yeah. Sure," I give in. "Theo, give me a hand."

Together, the two of us were able to push the Jeep right-side up. I wiped the dirt and grime off my hands, and after I was done, I went to help Stiles off the ground. I suspected he might have a concussion, but since he already declined going to the hospital, I didn't want to push. Once Stiles was off the ground, he took in the condition of his Jeep.

"Man, can I ever catch a break?" Stiles groaned out. "Look at the windows. They're all broken. And I bet that fire did some sort of engine damage or something."

"It's okay, Stiles. We'll get it fixed," I promise as the police radio in his car started going off.

"Suspect in 187 is in custody and en route to station. Suspect's name is Yukimura, Kira."

"Wait, what?" I interrupt. "A 187? And Kira's involved? Have either of you reached out to the others? Scott? Malia? Lydia?"

Stiles shook his head. "No. Because if they were planning on using those cell jammers we wouldn't have been able to get a hold of them."

"I'm sorry," Theo interjected. "Can we back up a minute? What's a 187?"

"Homicide," Stiles and I say in unison.

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"Hey, is Kira okay?" I ask as Scott walked into the house. However, he didn't listen, and instead walked right past the living room. "Okay then. Be that way."

"Follow him," Stiles urged.

"Scott?" I call out and run up the stairs. "What's going on?"

"Sorry," Corey apologized to us when Scott and I entered his room. Mason had the suspicion that Corey was one of the other chimeras. He had been attacked at the club where we fought against Lucas, and he healed miraculously fast. Mason and Lydia were standing around the room waiting for him to read the book. "I'm only on chapter two. I'm kind of a slow reader."

"Oh, that's okay, Corey," Mason reassured him.

"He's right. We don't have time for that anyway," Scott claimed and surged for Corey.

"No, Scott, don't!" I yell, already knowing what he wanted to do. But I was too late because Scott stabbed his claws in the back of Corey's neck and disappeared in his mind.