THE KEEPERS - Teen Wolf FanFic- (temporary hiatus)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓

"Alright, let me know if I've got this straight," the sheriff's voice reverberated in the dimly lit office. "There's a list of prices for the heads of the supernatural creatures in Beacon Hills."

"And who the hell is paying for all of this? Who's this so called 'Benefactor'?" David asked, snatching the list of names with a mixture of bewilderment and apprehension. "And what the hell does this mean? I'm worth what, 5 miserable dollars?"

Alistair couldn't help but chuckle at David's peculiar priorities, of course he would be worried about how much he was worth, not the fact that his head was at risk. He gently took the list from him, placing it on the table. "We've got a theory about that, actually."

Amidst the intense scrutiny of the adults, Scott stepped forward. "We believe that after decoding all the names, the prices should add 117."

"117 what?" the sheriff probed.

"Million," Scott declared with a grave tone.

Stiles seized the list from the table, scribbling Ks and Ms in front of the numbers attached to each name. When he finished, he raised his eyes to meet his father's, his expression filled with gravitas. "The 117 million stolen from the Hale Vault. We believe they're being used to finance these assassins."

As the gravity of the situation sank in, the adults exchanged alarmed glances. Scott spoke again, his voice carrying the weight of a dire revelation. "Someone wants all the supernaturals in Beacon Hills dead."

"Okay, but we still don't know who's this 'Benefactor', and why they're doing it." Alistair mused.

"So, this list gets published, from God knows where, and these professionals just receive it." the sheriff began to piece together the puzzle.

Stiles jumped in, eager to add his insights, "Alongside the key."

David concluded, "And so, they start to go after the names on the list. And they get paid."

Examining the grim evidence, they had uncovered a series of peculiar marks on the most recent victim's lifeless body. The wound was akin to a gruesome stab wound, surrounded by a cryptic hexagonal pattern. It led them to a chilling deduction: considering Demarco, the inaugural victim of the Deadpool, had been hired to deliver alcohol to the party, the one who hired him held responsibility for his death. It had to be someone present at the party, a fellow student, probably someone they knew.

When Derek asked him to come to the school, because apparently, he needed to be present for one of his alpha talks, David certainly hadn't anticipated walking into a scene where Derek had Liam pinned against a locker room wall by the throat.

Liam, the poor boy, was gasping for breath, desperately attempting to extend his claws in a futile struggle to break free.

David's voice remained oddly calm in the tense situation. "Let the boy down, Derek," he calmly instructed. Without hesitation, Derek complied.

Derek couldn't help but remark, a trace of amusement dancing in his eyes, "You were right, he's explosive."

David, rolling his eyes at Derek's attempt at humor, approached Liam. The young werewolf was still trying to steady his breathing, clearly shaken. David placed a reassuring hand on Liam's shoulder. "It's alright. Just breathe with me," he coached, guiding Liam through a few calming breaths until the tension began to dissipate.

Suddenly, Scott entered the room, offering Liam his lacrosse stick. As the bell signaled the end of their encounter, Scott instructed Liam to head to his next class. Only David remained with Scott.