Silvern | Stiles Stilinski (Book 2)

Chapter Forty-Nine: Raw Talent

We followed Scott as he stumbled through the dark woods, tripping over a few fallen branches. "We can still catch him" Malia reminded him.

He frowned and turned to face us, "Catch who?"

"The killer. What are you thinking about?"

"Getting the bullet to Argent" he replied, holding up the bullet casing.

I sighed, "Even if he's the one who fired it"

He nodded and glanced at me, pity flashing across his face, "Especially if he's the one who fired it." He continued walking for a moment before stopping in his tracks, "Do you hear that?"

"Heartbeats" 

"A lot of them" I added.

Scott went pale, "They're here"

Malia, Lydia and I looked at each other in confusion, "Who?"

"Hunters. Run!"

We began to sprint through the woods again, Malia started to shout after the Alpha as he disappeared ahead of us.

By the time we reached him, he was surrounded. But it wasn't hunters, it was the police. Scott was crouched on the ground, giving us this apologetic look. I immediately knew what had happened, he had lost control, just like Liam had apparently done at the hospital.

"I'm really sorry," Scott told the Sheriff as we stood there in the dark, "You don't think they saw anything, do you?"

"No more than they're used to" Parrish sighed.

The Sheriff looked down at the body, "You wanna tell me what happened here?"

The Deputy shone his torch on the corpse again, "It's a hellhound"

"A dead hellhound" Malia corrected him.

"Yep, got that"

Parrish shook his head, "Well, I don't get it. I didn't think you could kill a hellhound"

The werecoyote shrugged, "Looks a lot easier than we thought"

"You got anything you wanna add?" Stilinski asked Scott as he stared silently at the body.

"Yeah," he slipped the bullet casing into his pocket, "I don't think it was just any bullet"

Parrish crouched over the hellhound and stared anxiously at the wound, "I hope not"

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Malia pulled the car up outside Scott's house and he began to take his seatbelt off. I sighed, "Why didn't you say anything?"

He shrugged, "Why didn't you say anything?"

The werecoyote glanced between us, "Why didn't any of you say anything? Wait, was I supposed to say something?"

"None of us said anything because of my uncle, and none of us are going to say anything until we talk to him," I snapped as I looked around at the others, "Everybody good with that?"

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

Malia frowned, "Premonition?"

The girl nodded, "Yeah. The one with the screaming and people killing each other"

"First we find Argent" Scott huffed, getting out from the back seat.

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Scott, Malia and I were in the Argent bunker, searching through all of the bullet casings that we could find. "He's not answering my calls or texts," I huffed as I checked my phone, "He's not home, he's not here"