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Derek's finger pressed against the puddle of blood trickling across the road.
His gaze shifted between the fences and the factory before his senses detected movement on the roof.
His eyes shot upward, locking onto a pair of crimson orbs, a snarling mouth, and a snotty nose.
Beneath the cloudless moonlight, the beast clung to the wall, crawling on all fours.
Without hesitation, Derek leaped over the scaffolding and sprinted toward the wall, quickly scaling it to pursue the Alpha as it fled the building.
Meanwhile, Kate stood on the ground, her eyes fixed on the shifting figures darting across the rooftops.
"Freaking dogs." She muttered as she made her way to the trunk of her car.
"Gotta fuck them up." She murmured, unzipping a duffel bag to reveal a gleaming silver arsenal stocked with firepower.
She selected an assault rifle, noting the empty magazine, and reached for another bag filled with various types of ammo. Nestled within was an old wooden box, reminiscent of mahogany, with French words written in blue on its lid.
Opening the box, she retrieved a single bullet, its shell tinged with blue.
With determination in her eyes, she loaded the bullet into the caliber and sprinted after the werewolves, her firearm poised for action.
As Derek leaped over an alley, Kate came to a sudden stop and took aim.
Her fingers squeezed the trigger, and the sound of the gunshot echoed through the air. Just as Derek was about to land, a bullet pierced through his shoulder.
"Arghh!" He grunted, falling short of his intended landing spot.
Though he did manage to land on the roof, the impact caused his back to take a hard hit.
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I arrived just in time to witness a woman's silhouette taking a shot at Derek.
I concealed myself in the shadows of a crooked alley as I watched Derek fall.
I winced as the bullet narrowly missed his face and instead pierced his shoulder. I knew it wouldn't kill him, considering his regeneration ability was likely as good as Scott's. My concern shifted more towards the woman.
As she turned around, a car approached her, its headlights illuminating her pale face and brown hair.
A man stepped out of the car, someone new to me, which was rare in this town.
"Get in." He demanded, but she scoffed in response.
"Not even a 'Hello, nice to see you'?" She retorted.
He grunted in frustration, his eyes nervously scanning the direction Derek had run. "All I've got at the moment is 'Please put the assault rifle away before someone notices'."
"That's the brother I know." She remarked dramatically before sighing. "Chris, there were two of them."
"The Alpha?" He asked, puzzled.
"Probably, but one of them tried to kill me." She explained, gesturing to her weapon. "I had to."
"One of them will lead us to the other. He can't do that if he's dead." He argued.
"Well, I can't help kill either of them if one of them kills me first." She reasoned. I couldn't believe how casually they were discussing taking someone's life, as if it were a game of baseball.
A moment of silence fell between them.
"How long will it take?" He inquired.
"I'd give him 48 hours." She stated matter-of-factly as she climbed into his car. "If that."
He stood there with a grim expression before muttering curses and climbing into the car himself.
"Shit."
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"Allison!" Kate exclaimed with joy as she bounded over to her.
"Hey!" Allison returned the enthusiasm, wrapping her arms around Kate and returning the hug.
"Oh my god." Kate remarked, pulling back slightly to take in Allison's appearance. "Look at you. I don't see you for a year, and you turn into a freaking runway model."
"I hate you." Allison grumbled playfully as she flopped onto the guest bed, still clad in her pajamas with her long hair tied up in a messy bun. "I haven't even showered yet."
"Sweetie, you're a knockout, actually." Kate said with a smirk, causing Allison to blush slightly. "I hope you have the boys knocking each other's teeth out for your attention."
"That's a kind of attention I'd rather not have." Allison mumbled, her mind briefly flashing to thoughts of Scott.
"You sound kind of down. Everything okay?" Kate asked, noticing her niece's unusual tone.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Allison replied with a shrug, trying to brush off any concerns. She reached for Kate's bag. "Do you need help unpacking?"
Kate's grip on Allison's wrist tightened momentarily. "No, not that one."
Kate sighed, feeling the tension between them. "You turn out beautiful, and I end up with this kung fu death grip."
They both chuckled, easing any remaining tension.
"Sorry, sweetie, I didn't mean to be so rough." Kate apologized as she made her way to the shower.
"No worries." Allison replied. Then, a thought occurred to her. "Hey, is everything okay with your car?"
"Uh, yeah. I just needed a jump start. That's all." Kate reassured her.
Allison's eyes narrowed and her eyebrows raised as she recalled her dad's earlier explanation of a flat tire. "A jump start?"
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The classroom was filled with jittery and nervous energy as the test results were handed out to the students.
Scott watched anxiously as the papers made their rounds.
"Stiles, if Derek isn't the Alpha, if he didn't bite us, then who did?"
I shrugged. "I don't know."
"Do you think the Alpha might have killed the bus driver?" Scott pressed.
"I don't know, man, but it's a possibility." I replied with another shrug.
Scott was really good at honing in on things I had no clue about, and it was starting to test my patience.
"Do you think Allison's dad knows about the Alpha?"
"I don't know!" I snapped, garnering the attention of the class before quickly averting my gaze.
As they turned back, the teacher handed out our sheets.
"Jeez." I muttered with a sigh as I saw the A plus on mine. At least something was going right today.
"God damn it." Scott muttered, and my eyes shifted to see the D on his paper.
"Dude, you need to study more." Scott grumbled, flipping his paper upside down.
"That was a joke." I shook my head. "Scott, it's just one test. You'll make it up. Cheer up."
"Yeah, sure, man." He sighed wearily. "It's just..."
He trailed off, and I listened as he poured out his frustrations.
"Nothing seems to be going my way. Allison and I didn't work out, I still can't control my shifts, I'm failing, and I can't concentrate with everything that's happening. I feel like a total loser."
I nodded, but then I decided it was time to interject.
"Scott, you want my honest advice?" I asked, meeting his eyes with a serious expression.
He raised his eyebrows, indicating that he was willing to hear me out.
"Stop worrying about things you can't control, or things you don't have. If all you do is dwell on what's lacking, you'll never appreciate what you do have."
"Like what?" He inquired.
"Scott, we've won lacrosse matches, we're popular, and we've been dealing with a supernatural crisis for a month now. How many teenagers do you think can handle all that?" I smirked, giving his shoulder a reassuring pat.
"We're not boring losers, Scott. We never were."