Chris kept his gun raised as he walked through the tunnels under Beacon Hills. He and Scott had followed a witch that had been casting spells around the town. For days strange things have been happening more than usual. Scott had asked for Chris's opinion before the pair decided to go hunting.

Stepping round the corner, he frowned at the tunnel floor. Water was higher in this end which meant that being quiet wasn't so easy. The water would echo the sound of each of his footsteps. If he was lucky the witches senses weren't up to scratch. She had looked a lot younger than he expected. Maybe in her early twenties. Which could mean that she isn't fully trained to her senses.

It had been weeks since Chris brought out his guns. He was retired in hunting, but that didn't mean he wouldn't step in to protect people. When signs of blood rituals and power drawing, Chris had to step in. Fears of a possible coven coming to Beacon Hills had concerned him but when he went over all the locations, it pointed just to a single witch. A blessing which Chris couldn't help but be thankful for.

Walking through the water, Chris frowned with each step. He had been through these tunnels many times, but he also knew how easy it was to lose people in them. It was the perfect place to jump out on a target.

Footsteps caught Chris's attention at the end of the tunnel. It curved around into a cross section. Leaning against the wall, Chris held his breath. Quickly turning the corner, he raised his gun so that it was slap bang in the middle of the eyes of the figure standing in front of him. A growl escaped Scott's lips as he stepped back in horror of Chris's gun aimed straight at him.

"How the hell did you get there?" Scott growled as Chris lowered his gun and looked confused. Standing back, Scott took in the sight of the former hunter who himself stepped back and looked him up and down.

"You didn't smell or sense it was me?" Chris lifted an eyebrow as he watched Scott shake his head.

"I couldn't hear you or smell you. It was as if I only had my sight." Looking back down the tunnel he had just walked down, Scott considered maybe going back and retracing his steps.

"She's spelled the tunnels. She's stopping your werewolf powers. Stick with me, we don't know what else she's planned. Stay behind me and if you spot anything then tug my shirt." Chris looked to Scott who nodded before walking past him. He looked to the left where Scott had just come from before turning right and heading further along the tunnel.

Walking in sync, the pair kept together tightly. They had been walking for another half an hour before stopping at another cross section. Chris leant back and looked behind them. The air felt like it was getting thinner. As if something was drawing it away.

Grabbing Scott's arm, Chris tugged him closer as the tunnel illuminated blue. A blue fireball whizzed past them, catching Scott's shoulder as it passed. A howl escaped the young wolfs lips as his shoulder burned. Chris lowered him against the tunnel wall and pulled his shirt away from the wound. His skin was black and charred with a blue liquid splashed across it.

Footsteps in water caught his attention as he felt the air go thin once more. Grabbing his weapon and aiming down the tunnel, Chris felt the way the air was shuffling. It felt as if it was moving towards the lower right of the tunnel. Firing his gun three times, Chris turned back towards Scott as he heard a cry of pain from the other end of the tunnel which cut off quickly.

Leaning down, Chris grasped the teen in his arms and lifted him up. Scott's head rolled back as he lost his battle of consciousness to the pain. The young wolf felt heavier with each step Chris took towards his SUV. He had to carry Scott on his shoulder as he climbed up the ladder. Chris mentally noted how he was ageing a lot faster than he wished.

Chris lowered the teen down onto the grass as he ran across the carpark to his SUV. Jumping in, he pulled up the hand break before speeding to the teens side. Within minutes Chris jumped out to lay the teen across the backseats.

"Just hold on Scott. I'll get you to Deaton, he'll know what to do." Closing the door, Chris shot round to the drivers seat and jumped in. Slamming his foot on the accelerator, he quickly sped onto the dirt track heading back towards the town. To an animal clinic that he knew would get Scott the help he needed.

Pulling up outside the clinic, Chris jumped out the SUV and round to Scott. He opened the doors and gently pulled the teen into his arms. An incoherent sound escaped the young wolfs lips as Chris held him close. Walking to the door, he kicked it hard. Every kick he would balance himself before kicking again with urgency.

"Hold on, hold on. We're closed, just give me a minute." Chris watched as Deaton walked out to the reception gate and opened it. The vet looked up to Chris with a frown before spotting the figure in his arms. Quickly grabbing his keys, Deaton opened the door and hushed the two men in before closing it behind them.

Chris followed Deaton through to the back room where he was instructed to lower Scott onto the table. A frown crossed the vet's face as he spotted the burn and blue liquid in the wolf's shoulder. Grabbing a few vials, he opened them up and began rubbing them into the wound as Scott howled in pain.

"Hold him. Is this from that witch he has been talking about?" Deaton watched as Chris held down Scott enough to let the vet work on the young mans shoulder. With each rub of paste into the shoulder, the teen howled and fought against Chris.

"Witch Fire. She threw it before I shot her. The tunnels were spelled so he couldn't hear or sense anything. I pulled him close to me as soon as I realised but it wasn't soon enough." Chris sighed as he watched the young wolf relax slightly as Deaton pulled away.

"It is going to take some time to heal. Witch fire is nasty stuff. He's lucky you pulled him away in time." Deaton looked to Chris with a raised eyebrow as if he wanted to ask a question but decided against it. "You should probably go let Melissa know. She will want to know where he is, and I can't let him out of sight for twenty four hours at least."

Chris bit his lip before nodding. Facing the wrath of Melissa McCall is something he certainly did not want to do. Especially when her son was hurt in his care. He knew it was the right thing to do, he would expect the same if Allison were still around.

Giving Deaton his thanks, Chris quickly headed towards his car to face the wrath of a injured boy's mother. Letting out a grunt as he looked to his car soaking in the rain, Chris stepped towards the car with a new found determination.