*3rd POV*
A man stares down at his phone, the screen bright and showing his recent messages. Seeing there are no new ones, he sighs in frustration and sadness before stowing the phone in his pocket.
He looks to the ground contemplating calling her again. The last words she said to him are running through his mind; I have to leave for a little bit. There are a couple of things I need to take care of personally. I'll be back soon, I promise.
He still feels the pressure of her lips pressing against his cheek before she walks to her car and drives off.
An ear-piercing scream resonates in the air loudly, grabbing his attention and looking where the sound came from. The hairs on the back of his neck stand up; the ringing in his ears finally comes to a halt. Turning towards the scream's direction, the figure takes a few steps before turning around and walking away.
*3rd POV with the boys*
Stiles runs out of the hospital's main door and towards his Jeep, where Scott is waiting for him. In his grasp, a bloody hospital gown. The skinny boy thrusts the dress to the werewolf, all while clamoring into the car.
"This is the one she was just wearing?" Scott inquires while feeling the fabric. Stiles gives the boy a look of slight doubt and anger.
"I'm not gonna let anyone hurt her. Not again." Scott silently pleads with Stiles to believe him.
The human boy rolls his eyes, "All right, just shove the thing in your face, and let's find her." The blue Jeep begins to back out of the parking spot when it comes to a screeching halt, "Wow!"
The car's headlights shine on the Argent daughter, standing right in front of the vehicle. She looks at the boys before running over to the passenger side.
"What are you doing here? Someone's gonna see us!" Scott whispers harshly, eyes wide in alarm, while simultaneously shifting his eyes around the parking lot.
"I don't care- she's my best friend, and we need to find her before they do." The young huntress pleads with the boys to understand.
"I can find her before the cops can."
Allison raises her eyebrows in doubt, "How about before my father does?"
"He knows?" Stiles slightly screeches.
"Yeah. I just saw him and three other guys leave my house in two SUVs."
Scott closes his eyes as he mulls over his girlfriend's words, "...Search party."
"It's more like a hunting party." Stiles feels his heart sink slightly as the girl's words resonate with him.
Scott opens the door, moving forward, "Get in."
The young girl quickly hoists herself into the car, maneuvering into the back and getting into position.
"All right, but if she's turning, would they actually kill her?" The skinny boy interrogates the girl.
"I don't know. They won't tell me anything, okay? All they say is, 'We'll talk after Kate's funeral when the others get here.'" Allison explains to the two boys, frustration apparent in her face and voice.
"What others?"
"I don't know; they won't tell me that yet."
"Okay, your family's got some serious communication issues to work on." Stiles criticizes, realizing that the girl is no longer helpful. "Scott, are we going the right way?" The boy in question has his nose stuck high in the air, looking very much like a dog.
"Take the next right!" The scent is finally becoming more substantial.
"She came here? You sure?" Stiles inquires while the three teenagers clammer up the hill to the burned down Hale House.
"Yeah, this is where the scent leads."
"All right, but has Lydia ever been here?" the spastic boy inquires the two teenagers.
The girl shakes her head, "Not with me. Maybe she came here on instinct- like she was looking for Derek?"
"You mean, looking for an Alpha."
"Wolves need a pack, right?"
"Not all of them..." trying to silently tell his friends that he doesn't need an alpha.
"But would she have been drawn to an Alpha? Is it an instinct to be part of a pack?" Allison questions, trying to figure out why Lydia would appear at the Hale House.
"Yeah, we're-we're stronger in packs." Thinking back to the explanation that Derek gave him when he first became a wolf.
"Like, strength in numbers?"
"No, like-like, literally stronger, faster... Better in every way."
"Is that the same for an Alpha?"
Scott nods to his girlfriend in confirmation, "That'll make Derek stronger, too."
"Whoa, hey! Look at this! You see this? I think it's a tripwire." Stiles walks over to the wire before crunching down and tugging on it.
"Stiles-" Scott's voice rings out.
"Yeah, buddy." Stiles raises from his crouching position to turn around, "...Oh." Stiles and Allison chuckle lightly when they turn around; Scott hangs by his feet from the tripwire.
"Next time you see a tripwire? Don't trip it."
Stiles nods his head, "Yeah, noted..." The duo standing on the ground walk over to Scott to attempt to help and get him down.
Footsteps crunching leaves catches Scott's attention "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Someone's coming! Hide!" The humans look around frantically, unsure of what to do.
The pair stand there like idiots causing Scott to whisper harshly, "Go!" the two-run behind the hill and a couple of trees.
Chris Argent walks up to the dangling boy, "Scott?"
Scott tries to wave nonchalantly before tiredly answering, "Mr. Argent..."
"How are you doing?" Argent smiles fakely while staring at the wolf.
"Good. You know, just hangin' out." Scott says, and his mind immediately flashes to Sara's face rolling her eyes before giving a slight snicker and nod of her head. "Is this one of yours? It's, uh, good. Nice design. Very constricting."
"You sound more and more like Sara. What are you doing out here, Scott?" Chris sighs in exasperation.
"Looking for my friend."
A dramatic nod, "Ahh... That's right. Lydia's in your group now, isn't she? Part of the clique? Is that the word you use? Or is there another way to put it? Part of your pack?"
"Actually, "clique" sounds about right to me." The wolf trying to be elusive as he can be and failing at it miserably.
"I hope so... 'Cause I know she's a friend of Allison's and one special circumstance such as yourself? One, I can handle. Not two."
"No." Shaking his head fervently, Scott agrees with the semi-decent hunter.
"Scott, do you know what a hemicorporectomy is?"
Closing his eyes slowly, the boy replies, "I have a feeling I don't want to..."
"A medical term for amputating someone at the waist. Cutting them in half. It takes a tremendous amount of strength to cut through tissue and bone like that." Chris brings his hand up and makes a slicing motion against Scott's abdomen, "...Let's hope a demonstration never becomes necessary." With those final words, Chris stands up and walks away from the dangling boy.
Allison and Stiles run-up to their friend, the girl asking, "Are you okay?"
"Just another life-threatening conversation with your dad..."
"Stiles, help me with this-" Allison makes her way over to the tree where the mechanism is and begins fiddling with it, trying to figure out how to release her boyfriend from her father's trap.
"Thanks..." a thumping sound resonates, " ...But I think I got it." The humans turn around to see Scott standing there with a sly grin on his face and the wire cut.
"Yeah..."
"Uhhh..." Allison looks at her boyfriend before slightly snickering.
Scott walks away from them, noticing they are not following him; he pivots and asks, "Comin'?"
Scott runs through the woods, looking for any missing girl sign when he comes across someone. That someone is a ragged wolfed out man that is hiding from the hunters and the other wolves. The two men stop and stare at each other before the omega runs away, trying to put as much space as possible between him and Scott.
"Wait! Stop!" The young boy is pulled to a stop by the new alpha. The omega, in his haste, ran right into a trap and is swaying in the air. Scott tries to plead with the older wolf, "What are you doing? I can help him!"
Derek wrestles with the young boy, "They're already here."
"I can help him!" Scott tries to reason with the older wolf while trying to escape Derek's arms.
"Quiet!" The command causes Scott to go silent as both wolves listen to the conversation.
Chris asks the werewolf that is dangling by his hands, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
The dangling man replies to the hunter in a blind panic, "Nothing. Nothing, I swear." The younger Argent gives a nod barely before continuing.
"You're not from here, are you?" When no reply comes, Chris commands an answer again, but in a louder tone, "Are you?"
"No. No, I came-I came looking for the Alpha. I heard he was here. That's all. Look, I didn't do anything. I didn't hurt anyone. No one living. He wasn't alive in the ambulance. He wasn't, I swear." The wolf pleads, knowing deep in his mind that they will not let him go.
The group of hunters stares down the werewolf, and Gerard takes the lead, "Gentlemen! Take a look at a rare sight! You wanna tell them what we've caught?" Gerard points to his son, making a big show as to why the Argent's are known as the best hunters.
"An Omega."
"The lone wolf! Possibly kicked out of his own pack, or the survivor of a pack that was hunted down, maybe even murdered... and possibly alone by his own choice...Certainly not a wise choice... Because, as I am about to demonstrate... an Omega rarely survives on his own." The white-haired man grabs the broad sword and with one swing, just the upper half of the captured wolf's body is swaying in the air while his lower half is on the ground.
Scott looks away in horror, breaths coming out in rough pants while making futile attempts to struggle against the alpha.
Derek hisses in the ear of the young wolf, arms still around him to keep them invisible "Look. Look. Look at them! You see what they do? This is why you need me- why we need each other. The only way to fight them is together."
"What are they doing?"
"Declaring war." His mind flashing back to when he and Sara were discussing the Argents when she was packing, for where? He didn't know, and she wouldn't tell him.
Chris looks at the body that is now in two pieces before looking to his father, "We have a Code."
"Not when they murder my daughter. No Code. Not anymore. From now on, these things are just bodies waiting to be cut in half. Are you listening? Because I don't care if they're wounded and weak. Or seemingly harmless, begging for their life with the promise that they will never, ever hurt anyone. Or some desperate, lost soul with no idea what they're getting into. We find them. We kill them. We kill them all!"
As the group of hunters begins to turn around, Gerard speaks up, halting them. "Take the body. Both halves"
Chris looks at his father, wearily before stealing a glance at the men behind them, "Why?"
"I think it would make a nice present for our friends, the Romanov's, don't you think?" Gerard grins sickeningly, "Yeah, leave it on the front lawn; it will be a nice surprise for them."
Chris takes a step towards his father, fear and caution running through his veins, "If you do that, they will come after us. Every single one of them. It would be a signal of war."
A set of eyes stare at the Romanov house intently, his concentration is broken when he sees a group of black cars pull off to the front of the house, and four guys hop out. A trunk opens, and a smell to waft out of the vehicle, causing the man's eyes to squint and flash a bright red.
"Ugh, this is disgusting," one of the men grown as he and one other grab the top half of the werewolf while the other two grab the lower half.
They walk around the cars and begin the journey up the lawn to the Romanov mansion; they throw the carcass on the grass, unworried of anyone seeing it because of how far back the house is located in the forest.
"Yeah, well, did you want to say no to Gerard?" One of the other men snarks, the name causing the hiding man to growl deep in his chest.
"Whatever, let's get out of here." All the men pile back into the car and speed off; the wolf walks out of the tree line, looking after the vehicles. He makes his way up the lawn and two the body; he squats down and tilts his head, inspecting both halves.
The man straightens back up and pulls his phone from his jacket pocket. He presses a couple of buttons before placing it to his ear and listen to the line trilling. "Hey, it's me. We have a little problem over here in Beacon Hills." He states once the line picks up, though, no words were said.
A long deafening pause before a gruff voice responds, "What kind of problem?"
The man purses his lips before walking over to the body and kicking a leg, "The cut in half kind of problem laying on your front lawn."
"Goddamnit." The word no louder than a whisper followed by more silence, "We'll be there in less than 48 hours. Keep an eye out."
"Yes, sir," the man replies before the line goes dead. He glances at the body once before grabbing his keys and unlocking the front door to Romanov home.