The pack was driving back from the restaurant they had their last pack meeting at. Next to Derek in the black Camaro sat Scott. It was the fourth anniversary of Stiles' sudden disappearance and the young alpha had have a few more drinks with absinth so he wasn't quite sober at the moment. Right behind them were Lydia, Allison and Isaac in Lydia's car. The twins were driving their motorcycles. It was them who heard it first, the shooting and shouting next to them in the forest that was on both sides of the street. They took up speed and set in front of Derek, slowing them down a bit. It was then Ethan, who fell back to Scott's window, waving so Derek let it down, finally hearing the noise himself.
It was just that second that 'thing' decided to jump out of the understory. Derek tromped the brake and the wheels protested loud. It had landed just about six feet from them and Derek's mouth fell open. He didn't even notice that, somehow, Lydia got the stunt done not to hit the Camaro but blocking the other side of the street instead. That 'thing' was a dog, a mixture of a Rottweiler and a Doberman, with three freaking heads, orange glowing eyes and a snaketail! It had two heads staring in the woods and one fixed on them. The shoots came closer and that animal-whatever started shaking. An angry bark came from the forest and the triple-headed-dog-something turned on its heel, rushing to the other side of the street.
Then another dog emerged the woods, jumping up to the white line that separated the two sides of the street. There was blood dripping from one front leg but he used it like he didn't noticed the wound at all. His orange eyes darted to them, Derek half out of his car, and jumped, as he met the wolf's stare. He shivered when another shoot, that penetrated the asphalt near his already wounded leg, brought him back to his senses. That dog was twice the size of that 'thing' but also a mixture of Rottweiler and Doberman and something in those eyes, its smell… it reminded Derek of someone as the dog vanished into the woods on the other side of the road but he couldn't name WHAT it was or WHO it reminded him of. Whatever or whoever had hunted those two creatures never stepped out on the street and the wind was blowing the wrong way so the wolfs weren't able to get a scent but they were sure as hell that there had new troubles arrived in Beacon Hills.
Ähm yeah... so far for this. xD Do you like it? I know I have to work on my writing style but as for my other story it counts here, too. I had this idea for about a month and it just had to go out of my head. Now it's finally on 'paper' and I have to say this is definitely going to be my baby! :3