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Y/n L/n is a simple teenage girl although her life is anything but. Why, you ask? Because, from a vengeful werewolf to power hungry Alphas and spectral riders, with a splash of blossoming romances, nothing will ever be simple in Beacon Hil...
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Y/n sits in the chair besides Stiles in his dad's office. She had been invited by the Stilinski's to have dinner, and even if she wanted to, she couldn't say no to Stiles' big brown eyes. Noah takes a bite of his burger but is disappointed by it's contents. "Oh, what the hell is this?"
"Veggie burger." Stiles says.
"Stiles, I asked for a hamburger."
"Well, veggie is healthier. We're being healthy." He shows off his salad then glances at Y/n. "Well, most of us." The girl looks up at that, a french fry hanging half way out her lips before she munches it.
Noah then lifts the paper lid on his other container that holds celery and carrot sticks. "Oh, hell, why are you trying to ruin my life?"
"I'm trying to extend your life, okay? Could you just eat it, please?"
"Tell you what, Sheriff." Y/n leans forward. "I will trade you five fries for a celery and two carrot sticks, and you stop complaining and eat your food. Deal?" She raises a brow at him. Noah thinks about it for a second then nods.
"Fair enough." Once the trading of items is finished Stiles speaks up again.
"Tell us what you found."
"No, I'm not sharing confidential police work with teenagers."
Stiles looks at the board behind his dad. "Is that it on the board behind you?"
Noah glances at it while Stiles cranes his neck to see it better. "Don't look at that."
"A'ight." He sits down again but moves right back to looking.
"Avert your eyes."
"Okay."
"Hey!"
"Just- it's just- I see- arrows pointing at pictures."
"Okay, okay, stop. Fine." The teens perk up a bit. "I found something. Mechanic and the couple who were murdered. They all had something in common."
"All three?" Y/n asks.
"Yeah. You know what I always say. One's an incident."
"Two's a coincidence." Y/n had been around them long enough to know this phrase.
"Three's a pattern." Stiles finishes.
"The mechanic, the husband, the wife- all the same age. All 24."
"Wait a minute, but what about Mr. Lahey? I mean, Isaac's dad isn't anywhere near 24."
"Which made me think that either A) Lahey's murder wasn't connected or B) the ages were a coincidence, until I found this, which would be C." He hands Stiles a folder and Y/n leans to look over his arm as he looks at it. "Did you know that Isaac Lahey had an older brother named Camden?"
