Angel | TW/ B.T.

t h i r t y - s i x

I ran through the woods after Scott, with Malia and Lydia. 

"We can still catch them." Malia said. 

Scott stopped, zoning back in. He turned to look at the three of us. 

"Catch who?" He asked, totally lost. 

"The killer." I replied. "What are you thinking about?"

"Getting the bullet to Argent." 

"Even if he's the one that fired it?" Malia asked. 

"Especially if he's the one that fired it." 

Scott looked over his shoulder, "Do you hear that?"

"Heartbeats." Malia said. 

"A lot of them." I said. 

"They're here." Scott said. 

"Who?" Malia asked. 

In the distant there were red lights, coming from guns. 

"Hunters." Scott said. "Run." 

I looked at Lydia and grabbed onto her as we followed Malia and Scott. 

"Scott wait." Malia said. "Scott!"

Scott finally slowed down when he was surrounded by the people with guns. He looked around, then started growling and attacked one of the people in his werewolf state. 

"Scott, Scott, it's me." The person said. I ran over and saw Stiles' dad.  "Scott!" 

Scott looked down and saw the gun to his chest, then looked back at the sheriff. He looked around at the deputies as the sheriff grabbed him.

"Everybody stay back!" Stilinski yelled. "Just a kid."

"What's wrong with his eyes?" One of the deputies asked. 

"You heard the sheriff, stand down."  Parrish said. 

Malia and Lydia ran over to Scott and leaned down. 

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"I'm really sorry." Scott said. "You don't think they saw anything, do you?"

I scoffed, "Of course they saw it." 

Everyone glared at me. 

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

"You want to tell me what happened here?" Sheriff asked. 

"He's a hellhound." Parrish pointed at him. 

"A dead hellhound." Malia specified. 

Lydia and I both shared a look. 

"Yup, got that." Sheriff said. 

"I don't get it." Parrish said. "I didn't think you could kill a hellhound." 

"Looks a lot easier than we thought."

"You got anything you want to add?" Sheriff asked Scott. 

I looked at Lydia and Malia, then Scott. 

Scott slid the bullet in his pocket, "Yeah I don't think it was just any bullet." 

Parrish leaned down, "I hope not." He said. 

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The next day I was at the high school with Liam and Mason. They were helping the freshman get first line in lacrosse. I sat on the bleachers, my laptop on my lap as I filled out the rest of the forms for Princeton.