Series Rewrite (A Teen Wolf Fanfiction) Continued

Said the Spider to the Fly Pt 3

   Since it was the only lead to go on, we piled into the jeep, Scott driving and Lydia and Malia in the back. From what it looked like, Scott had taken pretty good care of it. It ran smoothly, well as smoothly as this old ass jeep could get, it seemed to have few issues starting up. I wondered how it would hold up on the drive to Virginia.

"So why do we need this Hellhound again?" I asked after a few moments of silence.

"We opened a door to another world, and something came out with us," Lydia said ominously.

"We should really stop opening doors like that. Something always follows us out," I said, thinking back on all the times I'd heard Deaton talk about that metaphorical door. I kind of hated that door. We had the worst luck.

"Agreed. But now we need the Hellhound to stop it."

"You really think he can?"

"Maybe. I think he knows how. I had a vision and he was in it."

"Always trust a Banshee," I hummed, putting my full faith in her. "So this thing that we let out, how dangerous is it?"

"It doesn't matter. So we put it back!" Malia groaned, clearly still peeved about Paris. I smiled to myself. She could be so dramatic. "We've put things back before." I side-eyed Scott to find him doing the same to me, both of us thinking it would never be that easy. "Why are you two looking at each other like there's something you know that I don't?"

"It might not be that simple," Scott said, his hands gripping the wheel tighter.

"We saved Stiles, we brought everyone back, but that's not the way it's supposed to happen," Lydia said.

"There's always a price to pay." I looked at Scott, feeling comfort just by being near him. I missed my pack.

"We learned that from the Nemeton," Scott said. The Nemeton. Now that was a memory I hated remembering. Nothing good ever happened at that thing.

Malia leaned forward between the seats, her frustration rising. "What kind of price? A big one?"

"Big," Lydia said simply, leaving the real answer up to the imagination. If the price had been big back at the Nemeton, I was scared of how big that price might be from the Wild Hunt. The fact of the matter is we always lost at least one person in this kind of fight, but who would we lose this time?

Scott parked in two spots at the same time, not bothering to straighten out before killing the engine and running out. "Okay, we should move pretty quickly."

"Do we even know what we let out?" Malia asked.

"This Hellhound might be the only one who does." Growling sounded from the woods, and I was willing to bet money that it was the Hellhound. The fact that he sounded like he was in a fight wasn't all that comforting. My feet tore off in the direction. If this thing was the only one who could help, then I would fight by his side even though he had hurt Liam.

I slowed to listen again, but this time the growl was accompanied by the scream of a woman. This guy seemed pretty aggressive, and I wondered if we would be able to get through to him or if he would just bite our heads off before we even said one word. We followed the sound, hoping to get there before someone got seriously hurt. The Hellhound kept releasing animalistic grunts, making me wonder how in touch he was with his human side.

By the time we finally found him, he was alone and dead, a bullet hole in the center of his forehead. I sighed down at the body. "Please tell me that's not the Hellhound we're looking for."

"I thought you couldn't kill a Hellhound," Lydia said, her voice deep with sadness.

Scott picked up a silver bullet casing off a leaf, squinting at it. I couldn't hide my groan when I saw the Argent crest stamped into the casing. Why would Argent have done this? I didn't even know he was in town.