Invisible String ∴ Stiles Stilinski.

xiv. in a heartbeat

"Sorry..." Stiles trailed off. Sheriff Stilinski hurriedly entered the locker room, stepping protectively between Mr Tate and his son.

"Mr. Tate, I don't know how you heard about this, if you have your own police scanner or what, but you can't be here." Stilinski warned, pressing a hand on Henry Tate's jacket, only to pause. Slowly, he revealed the gun hiding beneath it.

"I have a permit," Tate defended.

"California schools are gun-free zones, permit or no permit. You need to leave, Mr. Tate. Now." Stilinski said, pointing at the door.

"You find that animal! You find that thing!"

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"Xylazine. It's a tranquilizer for horses," Deaton explained, bringing a box with him to the table. "For a Werecoyote, expect it to work within seconds."

"I only have three. So, whoever's shooting needs to be a damn good shot," Deaton said warily. Nodding confidently, Amelie looked between the four men around her, "Allison's a perfect shot."

"She used to be."

"She can do it," Scott replied insistently. "If we manage to find the thing," Isaac shrugged.

"Okay, what is the point of him?" Stiles interjected, pointing at the beta across from him. "Seriously, I mean, what is his purpose? Aside from the persistent negativity and the scarf?"

"What's up with the scarf, anyway? It's sixty-five degrees out!"

"Look, maybe I'm asking a question no one here wants to ask— how do we turn a coyote back into a girl when she hasn't been a girl in eight years?"

"I can do it," Scott said unsurely.

"You can?" Amelie raised her brows, looking the boy up and down unsurely.

"You remember the night that Peter trapped us in the school?" Scott turned to Stiles who nodded. "In the gym, he was able to make me turn using just his voice. Deucalion did the same thing in the distillery."

"This is a Werecoyote, Scott," Deaton clarified. "Who knows if it'll even work? If you can find someone who can teach you?"

"That's why you called Derek first."

"Yeah, I could try it on my own," The Alpha sighed. "But, right now, I'm too scared to even change into just a Werewolf."

"We need a real Alpha," Stiles muttered and received an offended look from his best friend. "You know what I mean! An Alpha who can do Alpha things. You know, an Alpha who can get it going! You know, get it—"

"Up?"

"Great," Scott sighed bitterly. "I'm an Alpha with... performance issues."

"Is there anyone else besides Derek who could help?" Amelie asked. "I wouldn't trust Peter..." Isaac replied warily.

"Maybe the twins?" Amelie suggested.

"They're not Alphas anymore. After what Jennifer did, almost killing them? It broke that part of them."

"Yeah, but what if they know how to do it?" Stiles asked. "Nobody's seen them for weeks," Scott shrugged.

"Actually," Amelie grimaced, "that's not totally true."

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After hours of watching Scott being beat up into a pulp, and failing to see him roar like a true Alpha, they all headed to the preserve, where they would finally rescue Malia— once and for all.