Series Rewrite (A Teen Wolf Fanfiction) Continued

Raw Talent Pt 1

  Scott ran through the trees almost as if he was disoriented or distracted. I glanced at Lydia and Malia with worry then sped up next to him. Malia stayed near Lydia, who I was really surprised was able to keep up with our running around most of the time.

I touched Scott's shoulder gently, pulling him out of whatever thought bubble he was in, and he instantly stopped running. "Are you okay?" He nodded, partially confused.

"We can still catch him," Malia said once she and Lydia caught up.

"Catch who?" Scott asked, looking back to them.

"The killer." Malia looked at Scott, almost as if her answer had been a question.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked him.

Scott dug the bullet we'd found last night out of his pocket. "Getting the bullet to Argent."

"Even if he's the one who fired it?" Malia said.

"Especially if he's the one."

Scott turned to walk again, but I grabbed his arm tightly, holding him back. There were heartbeats close by. "Do you hear that?"

"Heartbeats," Scott said. "A lot of them. They're here."

I nodded, not liking the sinking feeling I was sensing from Scott. "Who?"

He looked over my shoulder and his face dropped with fear. "Hunters."

I scanned the trees, but I didn't see anything that he was seeing. There was no evidence of hunters, yet clearly Scott was scared that they were coming. He told us to run, already on the move himself and ignoring our calls to him.

Scott looked back as he ran, his eyes focused behind us with a terrified gleam, but when I looked back, what I saw was the police. Sheriff was running after us, confused as to why we were running away.

"I'll get him," I called back to Sheriff then sped up to catch up with Scott. It was easy, but he was running way faster than normal, and I worried for him.

I called his name, and he looked back at me. "Y/N, hurry! They'll get you!" He held out his hand for me to run with him, but he didn't watch where he was going, so he tripped over a branch and fell flat on his face. "Run! Go!" he told me, waving me off and looking back at the police like they were trying to kill him.

I knelt down in front of him, scared that he was losing it. "Scott, it's okay."

"Y/N, go. Leave me here. I'll fight them off for you."

"I'm not leaving you, Scotty." Scott took that as some kind of promise to fight. He shifted quickly and launched at the first person he could, who just so happened to be Sheriff. Sheriff yelled as Scott growled and snapped at him, and I could see his gun aimed just at Scott's heart. I ran over, grabbed Scott by the back of the shirt and threw him off Sheriff.

Scott looked at me with confusion when I sat on my knees in front of him. Defeat showed in his features as the police circled in around us. I took his face in my hands. "Look at me. What you're seeing isn't real. There are no hunters here."

"Yes, there are."

"No, there's not. This is real. I'm real." Like a veil over his eyes was lifted, Scott peered at the people surrounding us, their flashlights giving us a spotlight in their circle. "Cover your face." I put my arm around him, tucking him against my body protectively as we sat on the grass.

"Everybody stay back! He's just a kid," Sheriff warned, now on his feet. I felt bad that he was almost attacked by Scott, but I wondered what made him freak out like that. I kept Scott under my arm, concealing his face and eyes from the intruding lights.

"What's wrong with his eyes?" Officer Vargas asked.

Parrish stepped out in front of her. "You heard the Sheriff. Stand down." Finally, the last of the lights left us, and I pulled back from Scott to check on him as Malia and Lydia came over.

"Pull it back, Scotty. You're alright," I cooed quietly, squeezing his shoulder. As his face emerged from behind his elbow completely human, I stared up at Lydia, whose expression was worried while she gazed around the forest.

The police minded their own business as they continued searching for the Hellhound's body. Scott apologized to Sheriff many times, and then a few more times after that. And then again as Sheriff and Parrish stood over the body, still untouched from the night before.

"You don't think they saw anything, do you?" I asked Sheriff.

"No more than they're used to," Parrish answered.

"You wanna tell me what happened here?" Sheriff asked.

Parrish pointed at Halwyn. "He's a Hellhound."

"A dead one," Malia added.

"Yup..." Sheriff said. "Got that."

"Well, I don't get it," I sighed. "I didn't think you could kill a Hellhound."

"Looks a lot easier than we thought," Malia said, and I nodded. She had a point.

Sheriff craned his neck to Scott, who had a hard time looking him in the eye. "You got anything you want to add?"

Scott hesitated for a minute before I saw him subtly slip the bullet casing in his pocket. "Yeah. I don't think it was just any bullet." I glanced at Lydia and Malia, all of us wondering why he was keeping the most important part of the case a secret from Sheriff, of all people.

"I hope not," Parrish mumbled to himself, staring down at Halwyn with fear.

Malia drove me and Scott home, though the ride was quiet with unanswered questions. Why did Scott flip? Why did he hide the bullet? What did this mean?

As we unbuckled our seatbelts, Lydia blurted, "Why didn't you say anything?"

Scott blinked once. "Why didn't you say anything?"

Malia looked at all of us. "Why didn't any of you say anything?" After another glance, she said, "Wait, was I supposed to say something?"

"None of us said anything because of Argent," I figured out. Argent, though maybe not in the pack, was a close friend, and it's been proven that we protect our friends. "And none of us are going to say anything until we talk to him first. You guys cool with that?" I wasn't really asking for their approval, I just wanted their agreement. They seemed to understand that, nodding to each other then to me.

"As long as we talk to Argent soon," Lydia said. "Immediately would be preferable."

"Premonition?" Malia asked.

"Yeah. The one with the screaming and people killing each other?"

"First, we find Argent," Scott said before quickly getting out of the car. I followed in suit, but I stopped by the porch when I heard Lydia and Malia talking. I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I wanted to make sure they were okay.

"You know... I'm here for you, if you need it," Malia said, slightly awkwardly like she didn't know how to articulate her feelings.

Lydia smiled at her with hearts in her eyes. "I know. Me, too." I couldn't hide my own smile as I watched them lean over and kiss each other lovingly. If someone had told me freshman year that Lydia would be dating and falling in love with a girl–and Malia, no less–I would've put them in Eichen House myself. Yet here they were, happy as can be as they held onto each other. I was happy for them. They both needed a healthy love in their life and they deserved each other. It was a beautiful relationship that I adored.

Giving them their privacy, I went inside the house, locking the door behind me.