Mama Hale -A Derek Hale Fanfiction ~~REWRITE~~

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Hmm, I'm pretty good at updating once a month, aren't I? I'm trying to get these more frequent for you all I swear, but writing is hard af lately. This chapter is 5k words tho so finger crossed this makes up for the long waits? The chapter as a whole isn't my best work but hey, we get to see Isaac's dad die! Yay!

(3rd P.O.V.)

The alpha allows Scott to take the lead in their hunt, giving him the opportunity to train while she was there to help if he went off course. They're following the scent when Lyrica finally spots its source, the figure tearing through the brush so fast it's a mere blur. Scott sees it just after her, and drops to all fours, rounding a corner just as the unknown figure jumps. He tackles it to the side and they roll through the leaves. Lyrica runs up just as they stop, taking in the unknown man in front of her student. The omega looks nothing short of a mess, with ratty hair, dirt-caked clothes, and mud-streaked skin wherever it was exposed.

"You're not Lydia." Scott says, taken aback. The omega takes the opportunity to attack Scott, throwing failed punch after failed punch until Scott throws him out of reach.

"Wait!" Lyrica calls and the man stops, eyes going wide at the realization that her eyes are red. "Who are you? Why are you here?"

The omega turns tail and books it through the trees once more. Scott is quick to chase him and Lyrica chases the teen, knowing they're dangerously close to traps laid by hunters. Scott continues to call for the man to stop as they leap over rocks beside a river. Lyrica sees the trap long before either male does, and only has time to catch Scott. Just as he dives through the air for the man, Lyrica goes for Scott. She catches him, throwing him across the stone as the omega yells, hands caught above his head and pulling him several feet off the ground.

Lyrica grabs Scott by the coat and begins pulling him away, much to his disliking. She's immensely grateful when another set of hands joins hers and together, she and Derek manage to pull him behind a tree just as the scent of gunpowder hits their nostrils.

"What are you doing?! I can help him!" Scott protests, desperately trying to break free of their hold.

"Shut up. They're already here." Lyrica exclaims, pinning his feet down as Derek restrains him around the chest. Scott finally shuts his mouth when Argent comes over the hill, accompanied by a half dozen others, one of which being an old man who walks right by his side. The omega thrashes around, desperately trying to get a hold of one of them as they circle him, but fails. His screams make Scott jump when Chris Argent presses an electric baton into his stomach, forcing him back into his human form.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" The man jumps straight into the interrogation, and Lyrica and Derek listen intently in hope of getting some answers to their questions.

"Nothing. Nothing, I swear." The omega sobs, and Lyrica can't help feeling bad for the man.

"You're not from here, are you?" The omega is silent, so he raises his voice. "Are you?!"

"No. No, I came... I came looking for the alphas. I heard they were mates. I heard they were 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!"

"Gentlemen!" The old man shouts, and Lyrica wonders if he's Chris' father. The possibility is high with how he immediately steps back for the elder to take the lead, and even from afar, Lyrica can pick out similar facial features. "Take a look at a rare sight! You wanna tell them what we've caught?"

"An omega." Chris answers.

"The lone wolf! Possibly kicked out of his own pack. Or the survivor of a pack that was hunted down. Maybe even murdered. And possibly alone by his own choice. Certainly not a wise choice."