𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 | 𝗌𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌&𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 {𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽}

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫
𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝
{𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝}

Evelyn looked down at Stiles's phone as he and Scott showed her and Allison what they had found the night before. "Here's where we found the den. It's right in the middle of the hiking trails."

Allison nodded in understanding, "Well, that could narrow it down. Coyotes travel in fixed trails. But I think you're right about her not going back to the den. Coyotes don't like wolves. And they're really smart. If they don't want to be heard, they actually walk on their toes."

"Coyotes tip-toe?" Stiles asked, perking his head up.

"They tip-toe." Allison confirmed, rolling her eyes. The bell for first period rang, "I got to go, but send me the pinned location."

The three nodded at her, taking their seats. "All right, everyone. Let's get started." Mr. Yukimara told the class. "We were just talking about internment camps and prisoners of war. There's a passage in our reading that I'd like to go over in more detail. Who would like to come up and read aloud for us. Mr. Stilinski, how about you?"

"Oh, maybe someone else could." Stiles tried, Mr. Yukimara nodding. "Everyone participates in my class, Mr. Stilinski."

Evelyn and Scott watched the boy stand from his seat and walk up to the podium. He started the shake and shut his eyes tightly, his breathing increasing as his friends slowly stood from their seats. "We should take him to the nurses office." Scott told Mr. Yukimara, the man nodding as Evelyn and Scott quickly guided the human boy out.

Stiles bursted through the locker room door, his friends quickly following behind him. Evelyn spoke urgently to the boy, "Hey, Stiles, look at me. Are you having another panic attack?"

"It's a dream." Stiles muttered to himself, "It's a dream. This is just a dream."

Scott shook his head, "No, it's not. This is real. You're here. You're here with us."

"Okay, okay." Evelyn mumbled, "What do you do? Stiles, look at me. How do you tell if it's a dream or reality?"

"Your fingers." Stiles breathed shakily, his focus on his hands. "You count your fingers. You have extra fingers in dreams."

Scott nodded, holding up his hands. "How many do I have? Hey! Look at me. Come on, Stiles. Look at my hands and count with me."

"One...two." Stiles panted, counting slowly. "Keep going." Scott encouraged. "Three...four...five...six...seven...eight...nine...ten."

The human boy collapsed against the locker room wall, sliding down it. "What the hell is happening to me?" Stiles asked weakly.

"We'll figure it out." Scott said optimistically. "You're going to be okay."

"Am I?" Stiles asked him skeptically, "Are you? Scott, you can't transform. Allison's being haunted by her dead aunt, and I'm straight up losing my mind." Stiles looked down at the floor sadly. "We can't do this. We can't-we can't help Malia. We can't help anyone."

"We can try." Evelyn said softly, "We can always try."

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"Scott." Stiles called out, walking towards his bestfriend with Evelyn by his side. "I think I know what she was looking for." He unzipped his backpack and showed them the doll from the picture in Malia's bedroom.

"You took the doll from the car?" Scott asked in exasperation.

Stiles nodded, "Yeah, I thought you guys could use it, you know, for like her scent."

"Where did you get that?" A voice from the doorway asked, the three teens shifting their eyes to Mr. Tate. "Where did you find this? It belonged to my daughter."

Stilinski walked over, stepping front of the man. "Mr. Tate, I don't know how you heard about this. If you got your own police scanner or what...but you can't be here." Seeing the man's reluctance, Stilinski went to push him back only for his hand to come in contact with something in his jacket, he moved it aside to reveal a gun. "I have a permit." The man tried to defend.

"California schools are gun free zones, permit or no permit." Stilinski denied, "You need to leave, Mr. Tate. Now."

One of the officers came over and started to escort the man out, although before he left he said one last thing. "You find that animal. You find that thing."

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"Xylazine." Deaton told the group, walking back into the room. "It's a tranquilizer for horses. For a werecoyote, except it to work within seconds. I only have three. So whoever's shooting, needs to be a damn good shot."

"Allison's a perfect shot." Scott said, Issac quickly shaking his head. "She used to be."

"She can do it." Scott said again, being annoyingly optimistic like always.

"If we manage to find the thing." Issac commented, "She is a she, Issac." Evelyn scolded, "Not a thing."

Stiles nodded along with Evelyn's words. "Yeah, what is the point of him. Seriously, I mean, what is his purpose. Aside from the persistent negativity and the scarf? What's up with the anyway? It's 65 degrees out."

Issac ignored the human boy like he usually did. "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 for eight years."

"I can do it." Scott muttered, everyone raising a brow at him in disbelief. "You can?"

"You remember the night Peter trapped us in the school?" Scott asked his friend, "In the gym, he was able to make me turn using his voice. Deucalion did the same thing in the distillery."

"This is a werecoyote, Scott." Deaton insisted, "Who knows if it'll even work if you can find someone who can teach you."

"That's why you called Derek first." Stiles added.

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

"We need a real Alpha." At the looks Stiles received, he quickly elaborated. "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-."

Issac cut Stiles off, "...Up?"

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

"Is there anyone else besides Derek who could help?" Deaton asked them. "I wouldn't trust Peter." Issac said.

"Maybe the twins?" Stiles suggested, Deaton shaking his head. "They're not Alpha's 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 said.

"Actually, that's not true." Evelyn spoke up.

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Lydia looked around at Derek's empty loft. "They said they'd meet us here."

Grunting was heard from behind them, the three turning around. Ethan and Aiden were throwing punches at Scott before throwing him to the ground. "I thought you were gonna teach me to roar?" The boy groaned.

"We are!" Aiden said, "You do it by giving in-."

"Giving in and letting go." Ethan nodded, "That's how Deucalion taught us control."

Stiles spoke up sarcastically, "Hey, you know, that's funny. I've actually tried something like this one time, using a heart monitor and lacrosse balls." The boy shrugged, "But you're right, beating the living crap out of him is probably a lot better."

"That's actually the plan?" Scott asked in disbelief at this turn of events. "You kick my ass?"

"You're afraid to turn." Aiden said.

"We're going to make you." Ethan added. "You turn, then you kick our asses."

"And then, you roar." Aiden said, letting out a booming roar after he spoke.

"Sooo dramatic." Evelyn muttered to herself.

"You don't think you can let go with us?" Aiden asked. "You think you're going to hurt us?" Ethan asked.

"Come on, McCall! Give it your all!" Aiden said. "We can always heal!" Ethan added.

"You're an Alpha." Aiden continued, "You want to roar like one? You've got to give in, full-throttle. You've got to be the monster. Become the beast."

"Because everything you're afraid of. That's what gives you power. It gives you strength." Ethan told him.

"Giving in doesn't make you the bad guy." Aiden added. "So long as you control it." Ethan said. "Sometimes, control's a little overrated." Aiden corrected.

Tired of watching his friend get the crap beat out of him, Stiles couldn't help but mutter. "Come on, Scott. Fight back!"

Scott sat up so he could look directly at the twins when he asked. "What if I can't control it? What if I can't turn back?"

"Then it takes over." Ethan responded. "You become Malia. You get further and further away from being human. You turn into an animal, or worse-."

"You turn into Peter." Aiden finished.

Scott stood up and wiped the blood off his chin, charging at the twins only for Aiden to slam him onto the table. Climbing on top of him and hitting him repeatedly.

Ethan ran over and stopped his brother before he could hit the Alpha again, Aiden panting. "What? I thought we were helping him."

"You help too much." Ethan said, pulling his brother off the table.

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The pack now stood around the Beacon Hills Reserve, glancing at each other in silence.

Lydia was the one to break it, "Anyone else think we might be doing more harm than good?"

"We're trying to keep a father from killing his own daughter." Scott attempted to reason with them.

Issac was quick to correct him, "Actually, we're trying to keep a guy from killing a coyote, who is actually his daughter...who we don't know how to change from a coyote back to his daughter."

"And again with the not helping." Stiles said.

"Did you bring it?" Scott asked Allison, the brunette opening her trunk and bringing out the gun she would use to shoot Malia with the tranquilizer.

"Okay, am I the only one who's thought about the fact that maybe Malia doesn't wanna be human again?" Evelyn asked, the group all looking over to her.

Although, before they could respond to her words, gunshots rang out throughout the woods. Scott didn't hesitate to jump onto his motorcycle and follow the sound, Issac running after him with Allison quickly following after him, so Evelyn did the same.

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The two brunettes ran after the boy, "Issac, wait!"

Issac's foot got stuck inside one of the animal traps, the boy yelling in pain as Allison and Evelyn quickly knelt down at his side. "Allison, there he is. Hit Tate. Use the tranq on him, okay?"

"Okay..." Allison muttered, "Come on."

Seeing the girl's struggle, Evelyn placed her hand overs hers, the girl turning her head towards her. "Allison, breathe."

Allison nodded, exhaling shakily as she muttered. "Nous protegeons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se proteger eux-memes."

Allison pulled the trigger, hitting Mr. Tate directly in the shoulder. She looked around for Malia, only she didn't spot her. "Guys...she's gone."