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one : a missing strawberry blonde and liver

"Whatever it is that's going through that weird brain of yours better stop because my answer to whatever you're about to say is no," Rowan said sternly and the boy pouted.

"Pleaseeeee, you can shoot werewolves. Cant you help your best friend get his snack out?" Stiles pleaded with puppy eyes.

Rowan rolled her eyes. So yeah, maybe over the past few weeks she had to shoot a werewolf, Derek, to stop him from killing her brother.

Rowan had to pick up on things extremely quickly, between protecting Stiles, herself, and her family and ensuring Scott didn't kill anyone or got killed, Rowan trained harder as the fighter of the group.

Derek had helped her practice her combat skills whenever he could (after he had gotten over her shooting him) while Sheriff Stilinski  and Allison Argent taught her how to use specific firearms and different weapons.

Rowan wasn't a stranger when it came to fighting werewolves at this point.

The girl had a few weapons carefully hidden at home if it ever came down to it. She had gotten many throwing knives and daggers from Allison, a crossbow, and of course her gun which she had gotten from Noah when he thought she was mature enough to use one to protect herself and her family.

Melissa McCall had no clue these were all in her house.

But she wasn't sure that ability applied here.

"Stiles shooting a vending machine is not going to do anything."

"Just try something!"

The girl scoffed but finally gave in, she took the sides of the vending machine and gave it a strong shake but the packet wouldn't budge.

"Now would you look at that, something as stubborn as you." Stiles commented sarcastically, Rowan shot the boy a glare.

"Ok if you're such a genius you do it." She said. Stiles tilted his chin up ignorantly and brushed past Rowan with a smirk.

The boy placed his hands gripped the top of the machine and started to shake it aggressively, almost too aggressively and within seconds the machine was falling on top of him.

Rowan let on a gasp as she grabbed Stiles's arm and pulled him to her side before the machine could fall on him any further.

The teens watched and gasped as the machine fell to the floor with a very loud "THUD", the sound of the glass panel shattering rang through the hall.

Rowan choked out a shocked chuckle as Stiles scrambled to pull the machine upright. Rowan laughed at Stiles' panicked expression but her laughter immediately ceased at the sound of a shrill high pitched scream.

Rowan's eyes widened as she glanced at Stiles, the boy's eyes widened as well.

"Lydia!" The two teenagers screamed as they took down the hallway at lightning speed.

Rowan was faster than Stiles due to her being on the track and field team since middle school so she reached the room seconds before everyone else.

Rowan, Stiles, Melissa, and Lydia's dad burst into the room and the rest of them watched as Rowan ran into her bathroom and pulled back the shower curtain.

All that they saw was an empty bathtub and an open window.

Lydia Martin was nowhere to be found.

🐺🐺

Rowan bit her nails nervously as she tried to listen to the conversation between her mom and Noah Stilinski as he tried to get a statement on what happened in Lydia's room and about her disappearance.