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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘳

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Sawyer ran through the woods after Scott as the two searched the darkened woods for Lydia. He, Scott and Stiles had appeared at the crime scene to see Noah and Devin there with a few of the deputies, inspecting the bloodied back of the ambulance. There was so much blood that it had practically clogged up Sawyer's nose with the metallic scent. Stiles had begged the two betas to be careful before they off into the dark shadows of the woods.

He had been a werewolf for a few months now and Sawyer would never get used to the freeing feeling he felt whenever he got to use his wolf speed to get through places. It had definitely come to his aid in more than one occasion when he had woken up late for school and he ran the whole way there. He couldn't even remember what his life was like before he could run like the wind or before he could hear everything. 

Sawyer's train of thought had been cut off when he was attacked from the side and he crashed to the dirt ground with a grunt. He was back onto his feet in a second and his eyes took in the shaggy haired, growling werewolf before her. Not being able to help himself, Sawyer eyed the werewolf male warily. "Wow, Lydia. You go two days without a shower or your hair products and you really let yourself go."

The werewolf male growled deeply at Sawyer again and leapt at him again, tackling the Bowen boy to the ground again. Sawyer balled his hand into a fist and punched the werewolf off him, pushing himself back up again and grabbing the werewolf by the front of his shirt. He snarled in the werewolf's face threateningly before the werewolf was sent flying through the hair and crashing back down onto the wood floor.

"Wait!" Scott yelled at the werewolf who had whimpered, scurrying to his feet again and rushing away from Scott and Sawyer. He took off after the werewolf with a groaning in annoyance Sawyer after him. 

They had to find Lydia so why were they following after this random werewolf for? It was below freezing out tonight and the poor strawberry blonde was naked somewhere in these woods. He was an asshole, but he wasn't going to let a poor innocent girl die. Devin raised him with at least some manners.

The werewolf male let out a small yell as his wrists were caught and he was hauled up into the trees by a suspended rope. If Sawyer didn't know any better, he'd think it was one of Argent's traps because it reminded him of the one that Scott hung from the night before. Sawyer went over to try and help the wolf down, knowing full well that the trap was not something that would be comfortable. However, before he or Scott could help the werewolf down, they both were flung onto their backs again.

"Seriously, the next person who flings me on my back is buying me dinner," Sawyer retorted, choking slightly when he was hauled back up by his throat. He barely had time to focus on who had grabbed him and Scott before he was pulled back by a near by tree. That was when Sawyer finally zeroed in on his sense smell and realized it was Derek Hale that currently held him and Scott hostage behind the tree.

"Derek, what are you doing? We could help him," Scott huffed, struggling against Derek's strong grip on the back of his jacket. 

Derek tightened his fist around the back of Scott's jacket and pulled him against him so Sawer and Scott were both squished together against Derek's front. "Shut up. They're already here."

"Who is here?" Sawyer demanded, trying to not to struggle too much against Derek since the alpha's hand was still wrapped around his neck. He didn't feel like getting choked out tonight, thank you very much. 

Sawyer's question was immediately answered when Argent walked out from the shadows with the same three hunters that was with him the night before and Allison's grandfather. He brandished a taser rod and narrowed his eyes into slits threateningly at the snarling werewolf that hung by the wrists. The werewolf male howled in pain when Chris pressed the taser rod into the poor boy's stomach.

"Who are you?" Chris asked, retracting the taser rod from the werewolf boy so he could speak. "What are you doing here?"

"Nothing. Nothing, I swear," the werewolf promised, his heart rate spiking in fear over the fact that he was in the company of five hunters. "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."

Gerard merely sent the werewolf a taunting smirk before he turned to the three hunters behind him and Chris. "Gentleman, take a look at a rare sight. You wanna tell them what we've caught?"

"An omega," Chris answered.

"The lone wolf! Possibly kicked out of his own pack. Or the survivor of his pack that was hunted down. Maybe even murdered. Possibly alone by his own choice. Certainly not a wise choice," Gerard walked away and Sawyer couldn't see whatever he was doing with the older man's back to him. He was gone for a long minute before he walked back over with a long sword in his hand, causing Sawyer's eyes to widen at the sight.

"What is this? The fucking renaissance?" Sawyer remarked quietly, only resulting in Derek moving his hand to Sawyer's mouth to keep him quiet.

Gerard slowly held up the sword to the omega and turned his attention back to the three hunters. "Because, as I am about to demonstrate... an omega rarely survives... on his own."

Sawyer flinched in Derek's hold as he watched Gerard swing the sword and cut the omega at the waist. It was like that hemi.... whatever.... Chris had mentioned to Scott the night before. The same man who actually looked shocked that his father had even done what he had just did to the omega. 

"Look at them! You see what they do? This is why you both need me," Derek snapped quietly in Scott and Sawyer's ears. "Why we need each other. The only way to fight them is together."

"Derek, what are they doing?" Scott asked, gulping quietly and sounding just as concerned as Sawyer felt. Not that Sawyer would ever admit to feeling fearful. He had a reputation to uphold.

"Declaring war."

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Sawyer hadn't gotten an ounce of sleep that night and had found himself crawling through Stiles' bedroom window at like three in the morning. He felt bad waking up the spastic teen boy from his deep slumber, but he didn't know who else to turn to at the moment. His nerves were going at warped speed with the new added threat of Gerard Argent. If he could so easily chop an omega in half, what was stopping him from doing the same to Scott or Sawyer?

Stiles was the only person that Sawyer didn't mind seeing him freak out and panic. Just being in the boy's presence alone was enough to calm the boy down and stop the frantic shaking that had taken over his body. He had accepted the glass of water that Stiles offered to him and explained everything that happened in the woods that night. 

Stiles had even shared news of his own about Lydia Martin finally being back and safe. The Stilinski boy didn't even seem that enthused over it. Sawyer surely thought that Stiles would be over the moon because he would have gotten to see Lydia naked or something. However, the boy reacted to Lydia coming back like it was Allison coming back and not the girl he was supposedly in love with. If Sawyer's mind was working properly at the moment, he definitely would have questioned the Stilinski boy on why he wasn't spastically gesturing and getting over excited about it all.

Eventually, Sawyer had wound up falling asleep at the end of Stiles' bed where he had laid down to tell his story and woke up with a spare blanket draped over him and one of Stiles' plush pillows beneath his head. Stiles had fallen asleep propped against the wall where he must have been when Sawyer fell asleep, his hand resting on Sawyer's ankle over the blanket that covered him.

Noah hadn't even questioned when he saw Sawyer in Stiles' bed and just informed Sawyer he'd let Devin know where he was when he got to the station. The two teen boys had gotten dressed - Sawyer stealing one of Stiles' flannels so he wouldn't be in the same outfit as the day before - and were at the high school within a half hour of waking up. Now having the new hurtle of getting through the school day and through the upcoming full moon.

"It's not like the last full moon, Stiles. I don't feel the same," Scott assured Stiles, flailing his arms around to try and convince Stiles not to lock him or Sawyer up when the time came.

"Yeah, I mean... I have the urge to maim someone... but that's a natural emotion for me," Sawyer added in.

"Maiming is not an emotion, Saw," Stiles rolled his eyes, leading the two boys into the locker room so they could get ready for early morning practice. "You know, you both say you don't have the urge to maim me, but then the full moon goes up and out come the fangs and the claws and there's a lot of howling and screaming and running everywhere, okay? It's very stressful on me so yes, I'm still locking you both up."

Sawyer puffed out his cheeks and leant against the side of Stiles' locker while Scott just smiled in amusement at their best friend. "Have I ever told you how dramatic you can be sometimes?"

"Almost every day we've been friends," Stiles replied.

"Look, I really think I'll be fine, especially since things are good with Allison."

"Yes, Sawyer and I are very aware of how good things are with Allison."

"They're really good."

Sawyer grimaced at the puppy dog look that took over Scott's face at the thought of Allison and just how good things have been between them, regardless of them playing Romeo and Juliet. "McCall, if you don't shut that pretty boy mouth of yours, I will maim you myself right here and now."

Scott sobered up at Sawyer's threat and awkwardly cleared his throat. "Stiles, did you at least get something better than hand cuffs this time?"

"Yeah, seriously. Devin is still pissed at me for snapping his favorite handcuffs in half," Sawyer groaned, remembering the lecture Sawyer had gotten from his older brother. As if it were his fault that the handcuffs snapped when he shifted under the pull of the full moon. They had been a gift from Noah when Devin got accepted onto the force and had even made his first arrest with those cuffs.

"Much better," Stiles said, dropping his back down to the ground and opening up his locker.

Much to Sawyer's amusement, a long chain began to fall out of Stiles' locker chain by chain. The other boys in the locker room all turned towards the trio at the sound, snickering as they all watched. Embarrassment and awkwardness could be smelt coming off Stiles, especially when Coach Finstock walked over and stood to Stiles' right while he watched the last few chains clatter to the tiled floor of the locker room.

"Part of me wants to ask. The other part says knowing will be way more disturbing than anything I could ever imagine. So... I'm gonna walk away," Coach shuddered, backing away from the three once again.

"Stilinski, I didn't know you were into bondage," Sawyer mused, dropping to the floor with Stiles and Scott to begin picking up the chains. He chuckled when Stiles swatted at him, the Bowen boy effortlessly dodging Stiles' fist that was meant to make contact with his shoulder but hit the locker behind him with a low clang. 

Scott tensed up next to Sawyer and the Bowen boy looked over to see Scott's eyes flash yellow. "Scotty, what the hell? Someone could see."

"You don't smell that?"

"Smell what? Scott, what are you - " Sawyer cut off when he suddenly caught the scent that Scott was zeroed in one. It was the same scent that Sawyer had been getting off Scott since the two turned. It was almost like a wet dog, but slightly better smelling than that and didn't make Sawyer want to vomit. The type of scent that only other werewolves had.

"You guys okay?" Stiles inquired, eyes bouncing between his two best friends in concern.

Sawyer's eyes scanned slowly around the locker room at all of the boys that conversed with each other in small circles. The scent could be coming off any of them and it was hard to exactly pin point just who it came off in a big crowd of boys. They would need to be singled out if the boys were to figure out who it was.

"There's another werewolf in here."

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"It was kind of like a scent, but I couldn't tell who it was," Sawyer explained to Stiles, walking over to the bench with him and Scott to place on their lacrosse gear so they could join the rest of the boys on the field. "Scott, you couldn't single it out either, right?"

"No, it's too hard to do in a crowded room like that," Scott responded, glancing around at all the potential new werewolves on the field. "We would have to get them one one one somehow."

Stiles grinned at his two best friends, pulling his elbow pads on over his elbows. "Don't worry. I think I got an idea."

Sawyer deflated on the bench, watching as Stiles spastically ran off towards Coach Finstock. "That's never a good sign."

It had only been a minute before Stiles was back on the bench next to Sawyer, shoving a goalie stick and pads into Scott's lap. "Here you go, buddy. Told Coach you were switching with Danny for today. Remember when I said I had an idea? This is the idea."

"Oh..." Scott trailed off, staring down at the equipment in his hands as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Wait, what's the idea?"

Sawyer shot Scott a disappointed look, shaking his head at the raven haired boy. "I swear, you would be so lost without Stiles and me, McCall." He pushed Scott to his feet at the sound of Coach's whistle and jogged into line with Stiles right behind him in the line.

One of the boys took defense in front of the goal while Scott bounced on the balls of his feet in the net. All head had to do was get close enough to each boy that went in the line until he came to who the werewolf was. One by one boys were tackled to the ground, but the first three appeared to be normal. Scott had whispered to Sawyer about him hitting dead ends with each boy so far. Not like Scott had to do that since Sawyer could hear what was happening without Scott's commentary. It was nice to know Scott still thought of him enough to do that for him.

Coach, eventually becoming frustrated enough with Scott, walked over to Sawyer and tugged on the cage of his helmet. "Bowen, what the hell is going on with your friend?"

"Uh, he's failing two classes, he's socially awkward and he's not as good looking as I am," Sawyer responded, smirking to himself when he heard Scott mumble a fuck you to him. 

Coach barked out a laugh and pointed at Scott who Sawyer knew was now definitely sending a playful glare towards Sawyer. "Never been more right in your life, Bowen. Alright, next!" He blew the whistle, signaling for Danny to go next.

Much like everyone else in the line, Danny had collided with Scott and the two crashed to the ground. Yet another boy that was just average and not a creature of the night, ready to rip apart everyone in his path with the upcoming full moon. If he was a new wolf, there was no way he'd be able to control his shifts.

"McCall, you come out of that goal one more time, you will be running suicides till you die.. It will be the first ever suicide run that actually ends in a suicide," Coach Finstock threatened and backed up towards the line of boys once again. "Got it?"

"Yes, Coach," Scott sheepishly replied, knowing he was about to do it again.

Sawyer, who had been too caught up in his poor best friend's torment, eyes focused on the boy before him. He thinks the boy's name was Isaac? Ian? Sawyer doesn't really know, but he knew the brown curly haired and blue eyed boy from a few of his classes. He was pretty attractive if Sawyer was honest with himself, but the thing that had Sawyer's attention now was the scent that came off him.

The same scent that was inside the locker room. Isaac was the new werewolf.

Before Sawyer could open his mouth and whisper to Scott that it was Isaac and to be careful with him, Coach Finstock blew on his whistle and the two werewolves charged at each other across the field. Sawyer grimaced at the sound that erupted across the field as the two boys crashed into each other, both landing in crouched positions.

"It's Isaac," Sawyer breathed to Stiles who had grabbed onto his shoulder to ask him what was wrong. 

To make matters even worse, a police radio was heard from behind the lacrosse boys and they all turned to see Noah, Devin and another deputy walk over, their eyes all set directly on Isaac. Sawyer ripped his helmet off and shot Devin an odd look, wondering why the hell he was even here. For Isaac of all people who was usually so quiet you almost never knew he was in the room. He tugged Stiles over to Scott when Devin mumbled loud enough for Sawyer's wolf ears to catch about Isaac's father being murdered and they have Isaac down as a suspect.

"Wait, Devin said he's a suspect?" Stiles balked, dread filling his entire body at the thought of Isaac being trapped in the precinct over night. On a full moon night of all nights.

"What's wrong with that?" 

"Scott, it means Isaac will be in a holding cell for twenty four hours," Sawyer informed, watching as his brother guided Isaac away with Noah and the other deputy in tow. "These holding cells are fine with people, but I'm pretty sure they weren't designed to hold back a werewolf on a full moon. We may not have the urge to maim and kill people, Stiles, but...."

"Isaac does."

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"Why would Derek choose Isaac?" Scott whispered to Sawyer who sat at the lab table behind his with Stiles.

"Peter told me that if the bite doesn't turn you it could kill you. Maybe teenagers have a better chance at surviving the bite," Stiles suggested quietly, trying to keep himself off Mr. Harris' radar. He was good with just the one detention he and Sawyer had gotten, thank you very much. No one in their right mind would want to spend another two hours with the man.

"And if they have solid evidence that Isaac could have possibly murdered his own father, then they can still hold him over night even though he's a minor," Sawyer explained, exhaling heavily and placing his cheek in his hand out of exasperation. 

"Or a witness," Stiles perked up as a thought occurred to him and he spun around in his stool to face to Danny. "Danny, where's Jackson?"

Danny momentarily glanced over at Jackson's empty seat as if the answer would be right there. "He's in the office talking to your dad and Sawyer's brother."

"What? Why?" Sawyer queried, suddenly interested in what Devin and Noah could possibly want with Jackson. Not like the jerky, jock boy would give them any information even if they tortured him for it. He was just that kind of asshole to not help unless it helped himself in the end.

"Maybe because he lives across the street from Isaac."

"We gotta get to the principal's office."

Thanks to Sawyer and his beautiful track record of finding trouble easily, he chucked a balled up paper ball at the back of Mr. Harris' head. When the man had asked who had done it, Stiles and Scott pointed at Sawyer while the Bowen boy pointed at his two best friends in return. Then, much like Sawyer had guessed, the trio were sent to the principal's office together where Noah and Devin's voices could still be heard questioning Jackson.

Jackson had told Devin and Sawyer all about how Isaac's father had been hitting Isaac for as long as he could remember. Devin had sounded extremely confused and concerned on why Jackson never reported it to the police for them to handle it. Sawyer, however, wasn't even remotely shocked that Jackson didn't say a single word to the police about any of it. He had to make a mental note to remind his brother of just how much of a dick Jackson Whittemore was.

When Noah and Devin stepped out of the office and saw both Stiles and Sawyer in the seats, Stiles had scrambled for the nearby magazine and tried to cover his face with it. Sawyer rolled his eyes at Stiles' not so subtle way of trying to hide from his father while he just flashed Devin a bright grin in greeting when Devin's eyes narrowed on him. It definitely wasn't Devin's first time seeing his baby brother sat in the chairs outside of the principal's office.

"Hello, Sawyer and Scott," Noah remarked loud enough for Stiles to hear, walking off down the hall and not even bothering to question his son.

"Sawyer," Devin said, stopping before his baby brother with his hands on his hips. "Do I even want to know what you did this time?"

"No, probably not."

"Should I ground you for the foreseeable future?"

"Nope, cause we both know I'll just slip out of my window," Sawyer teased his brother, grinning only widening when Devin shot him an exasperated look. "We are on official werewolf business, big brother."

Devin's eyes flickered over to Scott who merely shrugged at him, showing that he didn't have anything to say because it was true. "You're right, I don't want to know what's going on. I'm just going to walk away and act like I know nothing, because I don't."

"Yeah, that's probably smart," Stiles voiced, waving his hand awkwardly at Devin who walked off down the hall to catch up with Noah. He dropped his hand loudly into his lap and tossed the magazine back onto the small round table between his and Sawyer's chairs with a sigh. "You don't think my dad saw me, right?"

"No, Stiles, your hiding spot was too good even for him," Sawyer retorted, slouching in his seat as he waited for the principal to come out and bring the three boys in.

"Boys, you can come in now," a deep and old sounding voice broke through the quiet air, earning the three teen boy's attention. 

Sawyer audibly gulped when his eyes landed on none other than Gerard Argent.

Well, shit.

AUTHORS NOTE

Hi hey hello

I'm not even going to admit how long this chapter took me, but here it is! Gerard is officially here and ready to ruin Sawyer and Scott's lives oof. Also, not me falling in love with Sawyer Bowen with every chapter that I write because he's the best and only deserves the best.

ALSO, SHAMELESS SELF-PROMO REAL QUICK BUUTTTTTT: YA GIRL JUST POSTED A LIAM DUNBAR FIC AND IT'S UP ON MY PROFILE RIGHT NOW! IT'LL BE POSTED SOMETIME BETWEEN THE END OF THIS WEEK AND BEGINNING OF NEXT WEEK AFTER MY NEW ISAAC LAHEY FIC CHAPTER IS POSTED! THANK YOU AND PLS GO MY BB LIAM SOME LOVE (yes, i have no self-control sue me)