BOOK 4/7
Bite the Bullet: to endure a painful or otherwise unpleasant situation that is seen as unavoidable
After two months of coping the death of their friends (Erica, Boyd, Aiden, and Olivia), the rest of the pack not only are faced with new thre...
I hand Scott the small briefcase from the backseat of the car, ignoring the stares from Garrett as I did so.
Scott takes off the hinges to the briefcase, revealing the tranquilizer gun I had gotten from Argent. "This is not going to work."
"All you two have to do is stop the car." He says with annoyance lacing his tone as he looked between Scott and I. "I'll take care of the rest."
A van drives passed us and I recognized the car to be one of the station's escort vehicles for Violet.
Garrett immediately starts the car and I quickly adjust the bandana to cover my nose and mouth before I slid my hoodie over my head.
Couldn't have the police, more importantly, Sheriff Stilinski or both Scott and I's dads, identifying our faces.
"There's a stop sign half a mile ahead." Garrett spoke up as he discreetly followed a couple of yards away.
"So I take out the tires...with my claws?" Scott questioned with his eyebrows furrowed.
"Teeth, claws, heat vision, whatever." He listed off with a scoff which caused me to snort.
"What the hell do you think we are? The X-men?"
"I don't care who you are. Just stop them." He muttered in annoyance. "You ready?"
We inched near the vehicle but as we got closer, it became clear that it was tipped over to its side which caused my eyes to widen as I saw one of the bodies weakly crawl over to two of the bodies that were nearby.
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"Stop! Stop the car!" Scott yelled and instantly Garrett slammed on the brakes. I rip my seatbelt off the buckle once we stop and practically jump out of the car, not bothering to wait for Scott to follow.
I crouch down to where Sheriff had been pulling Scott's father, who was still unconscious, out of the vehicle while my dad laid a couple of feet away with blood trickling down his ear.
"Dad!" Scott called out then quickly helped Stilinski pull his father from out of the car.
I crouch down to my dad and carefully lift his head, placing my hand on the cut that was on the side of his head. My hand emits a white glow underneath as I felt the cut stitch itself up.
My dad weakly opened his eyes but furrowed his brows in confusion. "Who are you?"
My eyes widen in realization, seeing that I had half of my face covered. "I-I—uh...a friend." I blurt out and pull my hand away.
"Whoever you are," He coughed until he lolled his head to the side. "something big flipped our car over." He tiredly spoke until his eyes shut once more and I carefully placed him back on the ground.
I push myself and peek inside the vehicle, seeing that it was completely empty which meant Violet must have taken off. Well that's just great.
