It's Always Been You || Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 38 More Bad Than Good

"I don't know" he mumbles to the ground before Stiles points to the stuffed animal in his hands "Can you track her now? You think you got her scent?"

"Maybe. But I'm better at this when I'm a full wolf. And I'm still worried that if I do it, I won't be able to turn back" he shares a worried look with us, earning a sigh from Stiles before he mutters "The door's still open."

Scott nods "If I can't get to Derek, we're gonna have to find someone else to help."

We agree with nods before my calves are on fire and I need to stand up.

Scott looks around and back towards Stiles "This is basically a crime scene, right? I think it might be a little out of my boss' league."

"And more in my dad's," Stiles finish's Scott thought before he digs in his pocket for his phone and we head outside where it isn't so cramped.

Noah and his deputies waste no time in getting out here, heading into the cave after we fill him in on our evening discoveries and telling us to wait by his car.

He walks out a couple minutes later, walking back over towards us with one of the sweaters that was in the cave in his hand.

Noah looks around before raising his brows to Scott "You're sure it was her?"

"I looked her right in the eyes– and they glowed just like mine" Scott states with as much conviction as he can.

Stiles nods "It makes sense, Dad"

Noah squints his eyes in return looking between us "But it wasn't a girl– it was a four legged coyote, right?"

"Well, okay. But yeah, see, that's the point that we don't exactly have figured out yet" Stiles relents before I make a noise, gaining his attention as I justify "Okay, but if it was a full moon and she did change while her mom was driving, then anything could've happened."

Stiles nods and sets a hand on my shoulder as he directs his words to his dad, elaborating "Horrible things could've happened. Ripping, shredding, tearing things."

Scott nods and looks to Noah as well "Which is probably what caused the accident"

Stiles points out with his other hand "Think about it, Dad, all right. They're driving, Malia starts to change, she goes out of control, the mom crashes and everybody dies."

"Except for Malia," I chime in before Stiles continues "She blames herself, all right, goes off running into the woods and eventually becomes trapped inside the body of a coyote."

"That makes sense" Noah states, earning relieved sighs from the three of us before Noah pops that relieved balloon with his next words "In a Chinese folktale. Guys, this is– this is insane."

We look to the ground, shame and frustration instantly rolling off us because I know we're right 

Noah leans closer to whisper out "I need this kept quiet. The three of you, not a word. I don't want anyone hearing about this. I especially don't want Mr. Tate hearing about this"

Stiles and I nod before Noah narrows his eyes at my brother "Scott? Scott!"

We move our eyes to Scott who looks a million miles away, looking off to the side of us. He shakes his head with Noah's exclamation, looking back to us "Sorry. What did you say?"

Mr. S doesn't get a chance to repeat himself and instead groans as another red and blue flashing light car pulls up "Oh, hell."

We turn around noticing the Suit himself walking around the front of the car with Mr. Tate walking towards us from the passenger side in what good decision making process would bringing him here ever be a good idea?