Rekindle The Flame || Stilinski || Book Four || WATTY's 2022

Ten

"WHAT THE HELL, STILES?"

Sierra grunted from where she had slid off the back seat of the jeep, scrambling to get up. "If the Beast doesn't kill us, your driving will," she snapped, leaning forward between the two head rests.

Scott winced as well when Stiles swerved the vehicle again, agreeing with Sierra. "She has a point!"

"Well, you two try keeping up with the entire police department," Stiles shot back, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. "It's harder than it looks!"

In front of them, at least four police cruisers sped down the road. The moon hung overhead, the dark sky amplifying the brightness of the flashing red and blue lights.

The police radio, sitting right in front of Sierra continued to buzz—new reports of the Beast coming in every few seconds.

"Unit Five heading northwest on Crescent reporting an incredibly large something," Deputy Clark stated.

"Unit Nine to Dispatch," a male officer's voice crackled over the radio. "I think I've got eyes on the same thing. Some kind of rabid animal."

"Unit Five to Nine, trust me, that's no animal."

Scott and Sierra exchanged weary glances. Stiles pressed harder on the gas pedal, determined to keep up with the officers.

The trio had been at Scott's house to continue planning to get Lydia out of Eichen House. Their conversations were running smoothly, until Stiles got an alert on his phone.

Many sightings of the Beast rolled in, and the police decided to chase it throughout the city.

So, Stiles, Sierra and Scott all took off in the jeep after them.

"Unit Six to Dispatch," Deputy Strauss called out. "We have a situation downtown. Multiple fatalities."

"Copy, medical is on the way. Do you have a perp in sight, Unit Six?"

Deputy Strauss answered, "Negative. Looks like a ten-ninety-one-E. Animal attack."

"Ten-four, can you say what kind of animal?"

Keeping one hand on the wheel, Stiles grabbed hold of the speaker from the police scanner. "All units stay back," he declared. "Do not engage. I repeat, do not engage."

His father's voice instantly snapped back, "Stiles, get off the radio!" Stiles scoffed, while Noah continued to address his officers. "All unit alert. Wait for back-up. Repeat, no one goes near this thing."

All three teenagers listened as deputies continued to report their status. The Beast moved fast, heading southbound on Beachwood towards Mitchell. Stiles continued driving, but Sierra straightened her back at the new information.

"Wait a second," she said, causing Scott to look over at her. "Beachwood to Mitchell? That thing is heading right to the hospital."

Stiles quickly picked up the radio again. "Dad?"

"Stiles," Noah barked. "Get off this channel!"

Stiles ignored him and spoke anyways. "Dad, just listen to me, okay? It's headed for the hospital, alright? Beacon Memorial. You hear me? It's headed for the hospital."

"Stiles, turn here!" Sierra shouted, pointing to a hidden road on the right. "It's a shortcut, I swear."

Without hesitation, Stiles shifted gears and turned the wheel. Scott gripped the door handle from the sharp change, Sierra holding onto the seats while her body bounced around. "Are we sure Melissa even knows about this?" she asked after a moment. "What if it's already there?"