When everyone got settled and back in to the car, Scott began to drive while Stiles caught up on sleep. It was still a bright and early morning, and Scott decided to stop by the park the news reporter had talked about.
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"You saw a wolf? you're sure… nothing… weird about that particular wolf?" Stiles traced the expressions on the teenagers faces. He was hoping for the truth.
Alice looked at Finn, and Finn hesitated to speak "well…"
"Well…?" Scott waited patiently.
"I… We know it sounds crazy…" Alice looked down at her cup of coffee and Finn finished her sentence, leaning closer to Scott "we think it was um, a werewolf…"
"Really? what would make you think that?" Scott asked calmly, needing all the answers he could get.
"It had these red eyes… and it wasn't fully animal shaped… it could walk on it's hind legs…" Finn whispered, shaking his head and finishing his breakfast "anyway, we're just glad everything is okay. Thanks for being concerned."
"Yeah, of course… just one more thing. How do you get to the park from here?"
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Pulling up to the park, Scott observed the area. There was lots of open space and sunshine, tall trees planted thinly through the area, and farther to the right, he spotted a small scene of police men and yellow caution tape.
"Hey…" Allison searched Scott's eyes when he turned to look at her in the back seat, next to Lydia.
"Just for a couple of minutes, okay?" Allison spoke softly, glancing back at Lydia with both of her head phones in on full blast.
"Yeah, of course…" Scott tied his hand with Allison's and kissed her cheek "This is a beautiful park, isn't it?"
She smiled, happy to enjoy these moments "it is…"
Once they reached the police men, all they could see was a small splatter of blood and torn imprints from a wolf's paws. Scott's eyebrows furrowed, shaking his head. There's something else here, he thought. He could feel it. He walked around the trees, tracing the trunks with his free hand before he saw it; a triskele carved higher up in a tree between two branches.
"Looking for something?" a stranger called from behind them.
Scott turned and looked, puzzled. Was this the werewolf?
The stranger stared at Scott momentarily, only to reveal his red eyes "you should go."
"Allison," Scott spoke quietly "get in the car. I'll be there in a minute."
"Do you need something? why are you playing investigator?" the stranger began to walk in a different direction before looking at Scott.
"I heard about the incident… was that you last night?" Scott followed.
"No, it wasn't me… I'm not from here. Just passing through…"
"Why are you passing through?" Scott waited a minute, wanting to structure his next question calmly "why is someone looking for revenge here?" Scott whispered.
"I'm trying to gather more information. How many packs they've found, how far they've gone, who's joined them," the stranger said, looking over his shoulder to make sure no one was listening "It's the alpha pack….they're coming. They've been traveling the country, looking for alpha's. They leave that mark to let us know."
"Let us know what? that they're here? why, what are they doing?" Scott stopped, completely confused.
"I don't know. I have to go…. be careful, wherever you go." the stranger jogged to a pair of friends, who Scott could assume were the stranger's pack.
Scott walked back to the jeep, not sure what to think. He sat in the drivers seat and took out his phone, dialing the familiar number.
"Hello?" the man answered.
"Derek…" Scott started the car, buckled his seat belt, and made his way down the road "something's happening."