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INHERITANCE , teen wolf

By voidnovaa

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SLOWLY BEING REWRITTEN! People say we're products of our parents. that all of their good traits are passed on... More

inheritance
𝐒. wolf moon
𝐒𝐒. second chance at first line
𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 , pack mentality
𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 , magic bullet
π’‡π’Šπ’—π’† , the tell
π’”π’Šπ’™ , heart monitor
𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 , night school
π’†π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• , lunatic
π’π’Šπ’π’† , wolf's bane
𝒕𝒆𝒏 , co-captain
𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 , formality
π’•π’˜π’†π’π’—π’† , code breaker
π’•π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’†π’†π’ , omega
𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏 , shape shifted
π’‡π’Šπ’‡π’•π’†π’†π’ , ice pick
π’”π’Šπ’™π’•π’†π’†π’ , abomination
𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏 , venomous
π’†π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•π’†π’†π’ , frenemy
π’π’Šπ’π’†π’•π’†π’†π’ , restraint
π’•π’˜π’†π’π’•π’š , raving
π’•π’˜π’†π’π’•π’š 𝒐𝒏𝒆 , party guessed
π’•π’˜π’†π’π’•π’š π’•π’˜π’ , fury
π’•π’˜π’†π’π’•π’š 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 , battlefield
π’•π’˜π’†π’π’•π’š 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 , master plan
𝒂𝒄𝒕 π’•π’˜π’
π’•π’˜π’†π’π’•π’š π’‡π’Šπ’—π’† , tattoo
π’•π’˜π’†π’π’•π’š π’”π’Šπ’™ , chaos rising
π’•π’˜π’†π’π’•π’š 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 , fireflies
π’•π’˜π’†π’π’•π’š π’†π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• , unleashed
π’•π’˜π’†π’π’•π’š π’π’Šπ’π’† , frayed
π’•π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’š , motel california
π’•π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’š 𝒐𝒏𝒆 , currents
π’•π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’š π’•π’˜π’ , visionary
π’•π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’š 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 , the girl who knew too much
π’•π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’š 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 , the overlooked
π’•π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’š π’‡π’Šπ’—π’† , alpha pact
π’•π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’š π’”π’Šπ’™ , lunar ellipse
π’•π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’š 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 , anchors
π’•π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’š π’†π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• , more bad than good
π’•π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’š π’π’Šπ’π’† , galvanize
π’‡π’π’“π’•π’š , illuminated
π’‡π’π’“π’•π’š 𝒐𝒏𝒆 , silverfinger
π’‡π’π’“π’•π’š π’•π’˜π’ , riddled
π’‡π’π’“π’•π’š 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 , letharia vulpina
π’‡π’π’“π’•π’š 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 , echo house
π’‡π’π’“π’•π’š π’‡π’Šπ’—π’† , the fox and the wolf
π’‡π’π’“π’•π’š π’”π’Šπ’™ , de-void
π’‡π’π’“π’•π’š 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 , insatiable
π’‡π’π’“π’•π’š π’†π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• , divine move
𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆
π’‡π’π’“π’•π’š π’π’Šπ’π’† , dark moon
π’‡π’Šπ’‡π’•π’š , 117
π’‡π’Šπ’‡π’•π’š 𝒐𝒏𝒆 , muted
π’‡π’Šπ’‡π’•π’š π’•π’˜π’ , the benefactor
π’‡π’Šπ’‡π’•π’š 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 , i.e.d
π’‡π’Šπ’‡π’•π’š 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 , orphaned
π’‡π’Šπ’‡π’•π’š π’‡π’Šπ’—π’† , weaponized
π’‡π’Šπ’‡π’•π’š π’”π’Šπ’™ , time of death
π’‡π’Šπ’‡π’•π’š 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 , perishable
π’‡π’Šπ’‡π’•π’š π’†π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•, monstrous
π’‡π’Šπ’‡π’•π’š π’π’Šπ’π’† , a promise to the dead
π’”π’Šπ’™π’•π’š , smoke and mirrors
𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 , reincarnation
π’”π’Šπ’™π’•π’š 𝒐𝒏𝒆 , creatures of the night
π’”π’Šπ’™π’•π’š π’•π’˜π’ , parasomnia
π’”π’Šπ’™π’•π’š 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 , dreamcatchers
π’”π’Šπ’™π’•π’š 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 , condition terminal
π’”π’Šπ’™π’•π’š π’‡π’Šπ’—π’† , a novel approach
π’”π’Šπ’™π’•π’š π’”π’Šπ’™ , required reading
π’”π’Šπ’™π’•π’š 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 , strange frequencies
π’”π’Šπ’™π’•π’š π’†π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• , ouroboros
π’”π’Šπ’™π’•π’š π’π’Šπ’π’† , lies of omission
π’”π’†π’—π’†π’π’•π’š , status asthmaticus
π’”π’†π’—π’†π’π’•π’š 𝒐𝒏𝒆 , the last chimera
π’”π’†π’—π’†π’π’•π’š π’•π’˜π’ , damnatio memoriae
π’”π’†π’—π’†π’π’•π’š 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 , codominance
π’”π’†π’—π’†π’π’•π’š 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 , the sword and the spirit
π’”π’†π’—π’†π’π’•π’š π’‡π’Šπ’—π’† , amplification
π’”π’†π’—π’†π’π’•π’š π’”π’Šπ’™ , lie ability
π₯𝐱𝐱𝐯𝐒𝐒. a credible threat
π₯𝐱𝐱𝐯𝐒𝐒𝐒. maid of gevaudan
π₯𝐱𝐱𝐒𝐱. the beast of beacon hills
π₯𝐱𝐱𝐱. apotheosis
━━ 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐒𝐯.
π₯𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐒. memory lost
π₯𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐒𝐒. superposition
π₯𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐒𝐒𝐒. sundowning
π₯𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐒𝐯. relics

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INHERITANCE , teen wolf

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SLOWLY BEING REWRITTEN! People say we're products of our parents. that all of their good traits are passed onto us, that we pick up the bad traits al...

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π’•π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’š π’†π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• , more bad than good

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more bad than good


Electricity sparked as the volts rushed through their bodies, their hands held above their heads, chained to a metal fence that left them practically defenseless, just like they had been for days now. When the two of them had left Beacon Hills to drive Cora to North America neither of them were anticipating being gone for so long, but then again, being captured by a group of Hispanic hunters wasn't ever on their schedule. In fact, no stops were planned, not even toilet breaks had been permitted. Peter had made it clear that he wasn't coming along for the road trip, to get a feel for the open road, his only intention was to act as backup for his niece and nephew during the ride considering their first attempt at fleeing hadn't gone so well, this time, all three of them were determined to get Cora to the finish line. Peter didn't want to be gone for too long, he knew that back home his daughter needed him after she had sacrificed herself to save the likes of her uncle and the other two parents, though he would have advised her against it if he had the chance to, the least he could do was support her through the decision and help her through the aftermath, the same aftermath he had no idea about because he had been here, chained up. 

His only thought since being chained up beside his nephew was his daughter, well, occasionally it was getting the two of them out of here, but mostly, it was Kinsey. He wondered whether she thought anything of him being gone for longer than he said he would be, whether she thought his extended break was simply a short holiday for him and Derek, or if she would think the worst of him, assuming that he'd abandoned her, just like her mother used to do to her.

"You see this equipment?" The hunter asked the two wolves chained up behind him. "Very old. The settings are not quite accurate anymore. So it's hard to tell just how far to turn the dial."

"I think it's a little high." Peter spat out through ground teeth, shaking from the volts that were pulsating through his veins. But his remark hadn't settled well with the hunter who continued to turn the voltage up higher, a painful scream coming from the two Hale werewolves was music to his ears. Well, any werewolf scream was, but he took more joy in it being two who belonged to the infamous Hale name, he was sure any hunter would feel that way. 

"I've seen some crack their teeth. Others, they just shake and shake even after their heart stops. Sometimes we don't even know they're dead." The man grinned as he looked at the two wolves who were quickly approaching that scenario, both of them shaking profusely. The hunter turned down the dial allowing the two wolves to weakly fall against the metal fence as they groaned in pain. "But nobody wants to play a guessing game." He laughed. "So why don't you just tell us? Where is la loba?" He asked, looking between either of the Hale's for his answer. 

Derek shook his head weakly. "We don't know where la loba is."

"No?" The hunter asked. "Maybe you need a different method of persuasion? Maybe we cut one of you in half, the other talks?" He suggested with a pondering look.

"I would love to be there for volunteer." Peter remarked. "But we really don't know what you're talking about." He continued breathlessly, the same thing he had told them since the two of them had been taken, neither had a clue who or what la loba was, neither quite cared about it either, they just wanted out and back to Beacon Hills. Neither thought they would ever want to willingly return to their hometown, but it brought them much more joy than the dark basement they were being held hostage in. Even Beacon Hills was more welcoming. "And honestly, isn't bisecting people with a broad sword a little medieval?" 

"Broad sword?" The man repeated with a stifled laugh. "We're not savages." He nodded towards the other hunter in the room who wired up the chainsaw, a smile across both of their faces as he turned towards the two werewolves. Derek immediately turned to his uncle with a scowl and his infamous piercing eyes, questioning why he had to try and crack jokes, while Peter looked like his testicles had worked his way back into his stomach. He too wished that he'd shut his mouth. "We all wonder how far your little healing trick goes. What do you think? Can you grow back an arm?" He asked as his fellow hunter held up the chainsaw to Derek, it wasn't the first time he'd had a hunter hold a saw to his arm, only the last time it was a small bone saw from the animal clinic and the hunter on the other end was crapping her pants at the thought. How he would've killed to have Kinsey on the other end of that chainsaw now. "We're pretty sure you can't grow back your head." He remarked, the hunter moving the whirring machine closer to Derek's neck.

A woman's voice came from the entrance to the basement, turning the heads of the two hunters as the voice revealed itself, an older woman entering the dark basement, standing tall, it didn't take long for the two Hales to see that she was the authority figure that all groups of hunters appointed. They knew how the whole hunter system worked by now, Kinsey had told them all about it, she, alongside Allison was the leader of the Argent hunters, just like this woman had to be the leader of the two hunters threatening to dismember all of their limbs. Peter and Derek weren't sure what the woman had said to the two as she spoke in Spanish, but whatever it had been encouraged the chainsaw-wielding hunters to take a step back from them. In fact, both of the hunters had stepped back to allow her to take the lead. 

"No hablo Espanol." Derek shook his head at the woman.

"Tu hablas muchos idiomas, Derek Hale." The woman disagreed, stating that the wolf knew many languages, and he did. Not only had he made sure to educate himself but his mother had always made sure to educate him on the different languages of the world, Spanish was just one of them. "You know exactly what I'm saying. And you know who we want."

She approached the wolf, armed. "Where is the she-wolf?" She spat out.

"We don't know any she-wolf." Derek followed, set in his ways. 

"I know you won't talk, lobito." She shook her head with a faint smile. Derek tried not to comment on the nickname she had given him, little wolf, it was clear she knew a lot more about him than he knew about her, that was a nickname his mother had once given him. Even if he wasn't his mother's youngest child, he was the one that she referred to as little wolf. The woman turned to Peter. "This one will talk. This one loves the sound of his own voice."

"You should hear me sing," Peter remarked again, he hadn't learned his lesson from when they had a chainsaw held up to them a few minutes ago, he never would learn. But at this moment in time, it wasn't because he wanted to make fun of hunters,  instead, it was because, unlike his nephew, he really did have no idea what they were all talking about. Only that the woman had not only referred to someone as the she-wolf, but it was them that they were asking, someone who Derek was protecting for some reason and only two girls came to his mind. Kinsey and Cora. Kinsey may not have been a wolf, but he couldn't be sure that the hunters hadn't assumed that she was because of her relation to him, if they hadn't met the girl there was nothing to confirm for them that she wasn't in fact a werewolf too. And for that reason, he would continue to crack jokes, delaying the hunters in digging out what they wanted to know about either of the girls. 

"What could we do to persuade you?" She asked with a tilt of the head. The huntress grazed her blade across the wolf's face, lacking just an inch of pressure before it made a mark on the face he was so proud of, instinctively, Peter's claws had extended, triggering his flight or fight mode. "Where is the she-wolf?" She asked again. 

Derek looked at his uncle, hoping he wouldn't spill. But the older wolf remained silent, a straight face as he looked at the huntress holding a blade to his face, he had dealt with worth. He'd come back from the dead, a little cut to his face that would heal in a few minutes would do nothing to him, it was nothing compared to what he'd dealt with before. After failing to receive an answer from the wolf, the huntress, raised the blade, instead of aiming for the face, she aimed for Peter's ring finger, dismembering it as he screamed loudly in pain.

The huntress held up Peter's detached finger in the air, admiring it with her back turned to them, she suggested that the wolf to think about his answer because she was only going to ask him nine more times. Peter was forced to watch as she dropped his dismembered finger to the floor, his claw that was still raised on it causing it to stick up in the ground, his blood dripping down it. It would sit there, acting as a reminder of just how brutal the woman was, not to mention all of the hunters in the room. She wanted to know where the she-wolf was, whichever one it may be between his niece and his daughter. 

Hours later, the two wolves still found themselves tied against a metal fence, Peters severed fingers still sat in the middle of the room just a few feet away from his grasp, standing like a macabre candle of blood. It had been taunting him, reminding him of all of the times where he had had ten fingers, how he'd taken that for advantage. Derek on the other hand, found it vile, he just hoped that none of his own fingers or toes would be chopped off thanks to uncle's big mouth that he just hadn't been able to contain since the hunters had captured them.

"I don't want to make it sound like we don't appreciate your hospitality but do you think you could possibly put that on ice?" Peter asked the hunter guarding them in a low mumble as he looked at his detached ring finger still stuck in the ground. "Maybe something for my hand? Extra-large Band-Aid? Perhaps some antibiotic ointment?" He asked, only to receive no answer from any of the hunters surrounding them with guns.

As footsteps sounded above their heads Peter sighed, dreading what was about to happen. The sound of glass breaking on the floor above them caused the hunter who had been guarding them to jump out of his seat holding his gun, prepared to fire it. Before he had even gotten the chance to fire his gun, a gun upstairs began to fire, the shells from the bullets falling through the gaps in the floorboards along with dust. The two werewolves tried to shield themselves as best as they could while chained to the metal fence, it wasn't an easy challenge. A heavy thud landed on the floor above them, the sound of heavy footsteps continued as Peter and Derek shared a similar look of concern, even the hunter in front of them didn't know what was going on.

The front door crashed inwards, a woman's hand reaching for the hunter's gun, snatching it from his hands. He tried to throw a punch but she used the butt of the gun to pound him in the head, sending him sprawling out of the door. Derek and Peter pressed themselves against the metal fence, watching with awe at the fight in front of them, wondering who their savior was. The woman turned to them with a smile on her face, immediately Derek recognized her. They had never met, but Isaac had given him enough of a vivid description for him to know that it was her. The one who has saved him. She placed the gun down on a chair, grabbing the key to the cuffs that chained them to the metal fence, continuing to have a smug smile on her face. She found it quite humorous, seeing two of the werewolves who were meant to be big and bad, well, the complete opposite of that. Both of them were the equivalent of scared little girls to her.

"You're the one who saved Isaac." Derek deadpanned, making it clear he knew of her.

"I'm the one who was hired to save Isaac." She corrected.

"Someone hired you to get us out of here?" Peter asked. "Was it my daughter?"

The woman shook her head, correcting the wolf. She had been hired to get Derek get out of here, not him, she didn't care if he was left for dead, an opinion he was sure that many people agreed with, nobody seemed to hesitate to tell him that either, not even strangers like her. Saving him was above her pay grade now, she had no purpose to save the man. At least she hadn't at first.

"When did I get this reputation?" Peter asked his nephew who didn't even bother to answer, he was sure that Peter knew the answer to that question, the answer being when he had reaked havoc on Beacon Hills while he was the Alpha, killed multiple people, almost killed multiple people, mostly teenagers, including his daughter. "At least we know it's not Kinsey. Even she wouldn't leave me here like this." The man mumbled, potentially placing too much faith in his daughter. He knew there was a chance that she would leave him here and save Derek, not out of haste, more so to prove a point to him, because that was the kind of daughter he had.

The woman stopped unlocking Derek's hands, freeing only one as she turned to look at the older wolf, questioning if he meant Kinsey Argent. Both of the Hale's had looked at her with a raised brow, wondering how she knew the girl, questioning if she really was the one who had hired her to break them free, just to spite her father. But Braeden put both of their minds at rest, Kinsey wasn't the one who'd hired her, nor had she ever met the brunette girl, she only knew her by name, one that Isaac hadn't shut up about when she had saved him. One thing Isaac failed to mention was that the little girlfriend of his was the daughter of Peter Hale, as well as an Argent, of course, like most people who'd heard of both of her parents brought up many questions for her. From all of the things she had been told, the two of them were sworn enemies.

"Who did hire you?" Derek asked as the handcuffs dropped to the floor.

"Deucalion."

"Deucalion?" Peter repeated. "The guy who did that to you?" He asked as he pointed at the large claw marks across her face and neck."

"Girls gotta eat." Braeden shrugged, releasing him from his handcuffs. Not because she had to, or because she was being paid to, simply because he had mentioned his daughter. She couldn't leave him here knowing that the girl who Isaac talked about so much had a father locked up here. As soon as Peter was set free he rushed towards his finger, vowing to cherish it for the rest of his werewolf life, hoping it could be reattached. "All right, lets get the hell out of here."

Derek picked up his shirt. "We're not leaving without it."

·❥·

"Here's where we found the den." Stiles spoke as he pointed to the map on Kinsey's tablet. "It's right in the middle of the hiking trails." He explained. Last night, Sheriff Stilinski had appointed him and Scott to help him find the dead body of a nine-year-old girl he believed was dragged away from the scene of a car accident eight years ago, usually, he wouldn't have involved them both, but he couldn't help but believe that it was a werewolf who'd dragged the werewolf from the wreckage, simply, because it had happened on the night of a full moon. After the mention of a dead body Scott and Stiles had needed no more convincing, but upon their scouring of the preserve, they'd found a coyote den, a den filled with the clothes of the nine-year-old girl and a stash of toys. Now, they weren't so convinced it was a werewolf who had killed the girl, instead, they'd been lead to believe she had never died at all. But she was the coyote. 

Kinsey and Allison were understandably confused when the two boys had approached them in the hopes that they would be able to help them too, they didn't think it was possible for a girl to become a coyote, and if she had, to still be that way now, eight years later. It was the same response that the two of them received from the Sheriff, but after some explanation from Scott and Stiles, it seemed possible, anything was possible here. 

The two had spun a scenario whereby the accident that killed was caused when the nine-year-old girl, Malia transformed while her mom was driving. Malia, wracked with guilt at the death of her family, runs off into the woods and becomes trapped inside the body of a coyote. Though everything they had told Kinsey and Allison was just speculation, the two girls agreed to help as much as possible. If a girl was in fact trapped inside the body of a coyote, a girl that was their age, how could they just leave her like that? Simply, they couldn't. 

"Well, that could narrow it down." Kinsey nodded.

"Coyotes travel in fixed trails." Allison elaborated. "But I think you're right about her not going back to the den. Coyote's don't like wolves." 

"And they're really smart," Kinsey added again. "If they don't want to be heard, they actually walk on their tiptoes." She informed the two boys who seemed surprised, not only by that fact but how much knowledge the two actually had on coyotes. They'd suspected that they would have some slight information on coyotes considering they were hunters, which was the entire reason they had appointed them, but they didn't think either of them would know so much. 

"Coyotes tiptoe?" Stiles reiterated to which both girls nodded, knowing they didn't quite believe them, that maybe they had thrown it in the mix to lighten the mood while searching for a girl who was supposed to have died eight years ago, only now she had what could be argued to be a fate even worse than death, stuck as an animal while riddled with the guilt of killing her family. 

As the bell rang in their ears commencing the first class of the day Allison mumbled under her breath, while she would have to run across the school to get to her class, the three around her were already standing in their first class of the day, history. The brunette rushed out of the room while telling one of them to drop-pin her the location of Malia's den, she had no time to stand and talk, and she couldn't afford to be late, she'd been held back before and she wasn't going to let it happen again. While Scott began walking to his seat on the far side of the room Stiles took it upon himself to guide Kinsey to hers.

Unlike most teachers at the school, Mr. Yukimura had assigned seats for his class, a seat that she hadn't yet seen, the last time she was supposed to be in this class she had skipped. She didn't think that she could be blamed for that, it was right after the art class that she'd had yet another hallucination in, she wasn't in the mood to listen about the past when her's was haunting her. Usually, she wouldn't have felt much comfort in knowing her seat was beside Stiles's after what had happened between the two of them, but after hearing that Scott was on the opposite side of the room, she was happy at least one of them was near her. If any of them went through another hallucination, they needed to have someone close by.  As Stiles guided Kinsey to her seat they continued their conversation about Malia, how he had seen a picture of the girl, how young and innocent she had looked at that age, someone who didn't deserve to go through what she had, that was something the two of them could resonate with. What surprised Kinsey the most was Stiles's comment about how Malia looked similar to her, the long straight brown hair and the chocolate brown eyes. He listed her characteristics in more detail than necessary, it was bound to take her by surprise, how he noticed every small detail about her. She wasn't sure how to react at first, whether she should take it as a compliment, or be concerned that he'd compared her to a girl that now looks like a coyote. So she did what she did in any moment of uncertainty, smiled at him with a slight nod, hoping that it would suffice. 

As soon as the brunette had sat down at her desk Mr. Yukimura had began walking towards her, prepared to introduce himself after noticing that she'd been absent before, even after she hadn't met him before, he knew her by name and appearance, he'd already heard a lot about her from his daughter, her and the rest of her group of friends. Kinsey buried her head as she watched the man walk towards her, hoping that he wouldn't give her a detention for skipping his last class, the last thing she needed was to be sat in a quiet room with her thoughts, allowing all of those hallucinations to seep into her mind through that "open door" that Deaton had told Scott and Stiles that the three of them needed to close.

"Miss. Argent, right?" Mr. Yukimura asked with a friendly smile. The brunette pulled her head back off of the desk, nodding her head at the man. "I noticed you weren't in class on Tuesday. Was everything all right?" He asked with a concerned look, the look of man with a teenage girl as a daughter, rather than the look of hate most teachers gave their students. 

"Yeah I- I just wasn't feeling great," Kinsey mumbled. 

"Well, I'm glad that you're feeling better now. And to help you catch up, I've appointed you a tutor." He continued. Kinsey looked to her right, expecting it to be Stiles since he was sitting beside her, but he shrugged and shook his head, it wasn't him. "My daughter, Kira." 

The man nodded across the room to his daughter sitting beside Scott, the one who had told them about Bardo, she seemed surprised at the mention of her name as her head shot up. As soon as she saw Kinsey looking at her she knew what had happened. Just last night her father had spoken of the idea of the brunette girl needing some help after missing his class, even if it was just the one, he said it could be an opportunity for Kira to make a friend, encouraging her to offer her assistance to the girl, but he had done it for her. She weakly smiled at the girl across the room whose eyes were wide, unsure how to take having a tutor at all, let alone her tutor being the new girl in school who already knew more about her than she would have liked. With a small stifled, and clearly nervous laugh Kinsey smiled back at her before turning back to Stiles with raised brows, questioning how the hell she was going to get out of that.

"What? It's not that bad. She seems nice." Stiles shrugged.

"Stiles, she told me I'm going to die." Kinsey deadpanned. "I don't need a tutor. I have a Lydia." 

The boy rolled his eyes, maybe there was some truth to her words, Kira had told them that they were going to die as part of Bardo, and nobody needed to have a tutor when they had a Lydia in their back pocket, but he tried to resonate with the girl, reminding her that at just the beginning of the year she was the new girl in school looking to make friends. Granted, she'd had a much easier time at doing so than Kira was having, but she still had been in the girl's shoes before, if not in Beacon Hills, then in all of the other times she had been the new girl. Kinsey and Allison were practically professionals when it came to being the new girls in school, and that was just another thing Kira didn't have, she didn't have a cousin by her side, a permanent friend before she managed to make some friends of her own. A wave of guilt washed over the huntress as she sunk in her seat knowing that he was right, the least she could do was make Kira feel welcome, give her the kind of welcome that she wished she'd had when she'd been in her shoes. The kind of welcome that Scott, Stiles, and Lydia had given her and Allison. 

"Mr. Stilinski. How about you?" Mr. Yukimura announced across the class, both Kinsey and Stiles quickly turned their head towards the man who waved a book at them, though they'd missed his question, they assumed that he was asking the boy to read. 

A look of worry spread across Stiles's face as he turned to the girl beside him knowing that he couldn't read, that if he stood up there all he would see is a jumble of words, he'd be humiliated, known as the seventeen-year-old who couldn't read. "Oh, maybe someone else could."

"I'll do it." Kinsey offered, raising her hand. Looking out for him like she agreed to do.

"As much as I appreciate the offer, Miss. Argent. Everyone participates in my class." 

Stiles nodded, standing up from his chair as he mouthed a thank you to the girl, at least she had tried to save him from complete embarrassment. But that didn't make her feel any better about it, the girl peered over her shoulder to look at Scott who was thinking exactly what the two of them were, that Stiles wasn't going to be able to read whatever it was that was in front of him, not unless a miracle had somehow occurred in the past ten seconds. Stiles put on a brave face as he stood at the podium, looking down at the book Mr. Yukimura had placed there, it was clear by his expression that a miracle hadn't in fact occurred, he still couldn't read. His hands tightened around both sides of the wooden problem, trying to focus his eyes on the words in front of him as a line of sweat appeared across his forehead. His breath began growing heavier as the words on the page faded into nothing. He looked up at the rows of fellow peers in front of them, some were smiling, mocking him already, others waiting for him to begin reading, and then there were three faces riddled with worry for him. Kinsey, Scott, and Kira.

Scott jumped up from his seat, realizing what was happening to his best friend. He wasn't sure what side effect from the sacrifice he was feeling, but he was feeling one of them. Stiles's knees began falling weak until he was barely able to stand, only then did Mr. Yukimura grow concerned for the boy as he stood up from his desk, but Scott had already reached the podium, holding up Stiles as he suggested taking him to the nurse's office, a suggestion that Mr. Yukimura couldn't possibly say no to as he nodded rapidly. Kinsey stood up from her chair, prepared to follow the two of them out to wherever Scott was taking him because it certainly wasn't the nurse's office. 

As she stood on her feet her name was called across the class. Mr. Yukimura looked at her with a smile, finally taking her up on her volunteering to read instead of Stiles. If only he had done it sooner. Kinsey turned back to the door as Scott and Stiles disappeared out of it, she knew there wasn't anything she could say to excuse herself from the class so she could sneak out with the two of them. With a sigh she nodded, walking to the front of the class to take over for Stiles. 

When the bell ending the class had finally sounded in their ears Kinsey had jumped up from her seat, quickly shoving her books into her bag, and with Stiles's too. Since the two had leftover half an hour ago neither of them had returned, she had no idea what was going on with Stiles, all she knew was that he clearly wasn't okay when he left, and the lack of his return hadn't eased her nerves. She didn't even know where the two could have gone, in half an hour the two could have gotten anywhere, they could have left the school ground completely. Just as the brunette turned around, prepared to grab Scott's backpack too, she found a familiar brunette standing in the space behind her. Kira already had all of Scott's things in her hand, prepared to hand it to the girl after noticing that she was gathering up all of her and Stiles's things, she knew Scott's would be next, and that seconds later she would see the girl rushing out of the room to go and find one if not both of them. How she was it, this was a chance to introduce herself properly to the girl, her father had already set her up as the girl's tutor, she would need to talk to her at some point. 

Despite knowing that, Kira still felt a nauseous feeling in her stomach as the brunette turned to look at her, scared that she would be silently judging her as she looked from her nervous smile down to the backpack in her hand that belonged to Scott. 

Kira knew the popular girl type, she'd had them at her last school too. The beautiful girls that everyone wanted to be, herself included. That was the kind of girl that Kinsey seemed to be, so did Allison and Lydia. Though they didn't seem to be like the typical popular girls who would surround themselves with other popular people, they seemed to prefer having a smaller group of friends, but all of the other characteristics seemed to fit. She hadn't failed to notice the way that people looked at them when they walked down the hall, how heads would turn, how all of the whispering would begin as they passed by, as they tried to keep their head tall as though none of them had noticed. Of course, she knew nothing about the real reason for why they did that, why people were really whispering, nobody had filled her in on the past of the three girls.

"Uh..." Kira mumbled, struggling to find something to say to Kinsey. Whether she was alone or with Allison and Lydia she still found the girl intimidating. Her face was sweet enough, but it still made her want to crawl into a hole and never come out again. "I... Uh-"

"Thank you." Kinsey smiled as she gently took the backpack out of her hand. She tried to think of Stiles's words, how she had been in her position before. "Kinsey." She held out her hand. 

Kira seemed shocked as she looked down at the girl's hand, but she quickly took it, shaking it with a smile, scared that if she took too long that the offer would be revoked. "Kira, but you knew that already." As the girl continued to speak her words turned quieter, becoming more embarrassed by herself. She knew that Kinsey already knew her name, not only had she said it when she had approached them at lunch the other day, but her father had told her too. 

Kinsey threw the two backpacks over her shoulder, smiling at Kira once again as she began to walk out of the classroom to find the two of them. She hadn't expected the other brunette to follow her, she seemed too shy to spit any more words than she had already, not that she could blame the girl, being new was no easy task, especially not in a town like this when everyone was far from the people in ordinary high schools. But Kira did follow her, chased her, actually. She'd struggled to catch up with the brunette with how quick she had walked out of the classroom and down the hall, but she had managed, she knew that she had to arrange a time for their tutoring session, and if she knew anything about the popular type of girl, Kinsey would probably want to get it over and done with as soon as possible so she would never have to speak to her again. 

At the sound of panting behind her, Kinsey had stopped in the hall, turning to see the image of Kira jogging towards her breathlessly. She looked down at her own hands wondering if she had forgotten something of Scott's, but she believed she had everything, still, she waited for the girl.

"Everything okay?" Kinsey asked as the girl reached her, taking a moment to catch her breath.

"We-We..." Kira took a deep breath, calming herself. "We just need to arrange a time to study. That's all. And if I know my dad there will be a pop quiz soon. So I was just thinking that maybe you would want to do it sooner than later." Kira began to ramble, panicking. "And I know that I probably wasn't your first choice of a study partner, I mean, I'm sure you have plenty of friends who can help you study. And you have your boyfriend. And..." 

"Kira." The huntress stopped her. "Breathe." She laughed lightly.

"Right. Breathe. Uh-huh." Kira nodded. "I'm breathing." 

"Wanna help me find Scott and Stiles and we can talk about it?" Kinsey proposed, to which the girl didn't even think about the offer before she quickly accepted it. 

With a smile the huntress began guiding her through the hallways, trying to think of places where she might find Scott and Stiles, the first place that came to mind was the boy's locker room. She didn't explain to Kira why that was the first place that she thought she would find them, which if she were honest, was because of that moment she and Stiles had shared when he had his panic attack. That seemed to be what was happening to him in the classroom, and she had nothing else to go off of. 

"Look, as much as I appreciate your help catching me up with history, and trust me, I really do. My life is kind of... hectic." Kinsey began as the two of them walked through the halls, she tried to be very careful with her wording, hoping to not spill something she couldn't. But she couldn't take Kira up on a study session where her last one almost ended with her stabbing her boyfriend in a bad dream, and her best friend or cousin in real life, during said bad dream. Stabbing a girl she had just met wouldn't go down so well. Kira was visibly disappointed when Kinsey had tried to politely decline the study session, proving that her opinion on Kinsey was right, she was one of the popular girls who wanted nothing to do with a nobody. "But when things have calmed down maybe we can arrange something? I'll give you my number." Kinsey suggested, surprising the other brunette whose eyes had widened, a smile spreading across her face, wondering if she had made her mind up too soon about the girl. Maybe she was just a busy person. 

The two girls reached the corridor that led to the boy's locker room, both of them participating in idle conversation as Kinsey tried to get to know the girl better, where she was from, why she had moved, all of the things that people typically asked her whenever she moved to a new school. She knew how annoying those kinds of questions could be, especially if everyone was asking her them, but Kira didn't seem to mind, she seemed thrilled that anyone had spoken to her for this long. It was the longest conversation she'd had with someone who wasn't her dad since moving to Beacon Hills, she didn't care what Kinsey was asking as long as she was talking to her. Kira returned a few of the same questions until she'd asked them, she thought Kinsey was born and raised in Beacon Hills, she never would have thought that less than a year ago she and Allison had been the new girls at school. The two seemed like they'd been around forever.

Kinsey had stopped in the middle of the hallway, stretching her arm out across Kira when she'd noticed something on the opposite end of the hall, standing on the staircase. She thought that she was going insane, that the mention of a coyote had stirred up another topic for her mind to hallucinate, but the coyote looked straight at the two brunettes as they stood still, scared to move. Kinsey turned her head for a split second to look at Kira, her stare on the coyote at the end of the hall, confirming that it wasn't a figment of her imagination, there really was a coyote standing on the staircase looking at them. The coyote snarled before it began leaping towards them, Kinsey dropped the backpack that was in her hand, replacing it with Kira's wrist as she dragged the girl into the locker room. She urged the girl to hide as she dropped the other two bags she was holding, both of them finding refuge behind the rows of metal lockers. 

Their backs rested against the cold metal of the lockers as they panted heavily. Kira had tears in her eyes, she was terrified, she'd never been through anything like this before, but she was more so scared of the fact that Kinsey seemed fine, she wasn't scared, she didn't look as though she was on the verge of crying. Frankly, the girl had seen a lot worse than a coyote, she was scared, she couldn't deny that, but nowhere near as scared as she knew she should have been. 

Both of them stayed quiet as they listened to the sound of the coyote jumping into the locker room through the glass window, barely able to hear her make her way through the room as it walked on its tiptoes, just like Kinsey and Allison said that coyotes did. Kinsey looked at the shaken-up Kira whose eyes hadn't left her, she placed a finger over her lips, warning her to carry on being this quiet, she removed her finger, mouthing that it was going to be fine. Kira struggled to believe those words when the coyote's growl had grown closer, when it was just inches away from them, prepared to scavenge them. 

Kinsey held out her hand for the girl, though confused, Kira took it and followed her lead as the huntress slowly stood up. The two of them walked backward slowly, Kira didn't take her eyes off of the space where the two of them had been sitting, waiting for the coyote to appear there, she placed all of her trust in Kinsey to get the two of them out of here. For some reason, it seemed like the girl knew what she was doing. As they walked backward Kinsey felt a hand on her back, she turned to see Scott standing behind them, somehow he knew they were here, he knew that the coyote was here too. He moved the two brunettes out of the way before pushing over the metal lockers, all of them toppling like dominos.

Even after the lockers had fallen, the coyote continued to growl. Scott began walking through the locker room slowly, Kinsey kept close behind him, wishing that she had some kind of dagger hidden under her skirt or in her boot like she usually did, but since the hallucinations, she hadn't been able to trust herself enough to carry one like that anymore. Kira hooked her hand around Kinsey's arm, trying to stay as close to her as possible. 

Scott stopped, his gaze landing on Stiles's backpack dropped to the floor, it was ripped, allowing him to see a small baby doll inside. He knew exactly where it was from. It was Malia's from the car wreck. He hadn't been sure at first, but the coyote was Malia, and she had come for the doll.

Once the locker room was clear of Malia, all hell had begun to let loose across the school. While the coyote had been escaping back to the woods someone had spotted her running across the field, not only had they called the Sheriff but animal control too. Now they weren't going to be the only ones searching for Malia, they would be the ones trying to save her from death. Kinsey sat beside Scott, twiddling her thumbs as she watched the wolf eavesdrop on the conversation of Kira and her father across the room. Every time she had looked over she had noticed Kira's head was bowed while her father was talking to her as if she was being scolded. 

As Kira looked over at him Scott quickly turned his head back away from her. "Is she in trouble?" Kinsey asked, a feeling of guilt. If she hadn't suggested that Kira come with her to find Scott and Stiles so they could continue their conversation, it would have only been here at risk of getting hurt by Malia, Kira would have been safe, fine, and clueless of what had happened, she would've been better off clueless, even if it would have cost her the chance of gaining a friend in Kinsey, at least she wouldn't be beginning to get wrapped up in supernatural messes already. He shrugged as he continued listening to the conversation behind him, how Kira had defended not being at lunch with everyone else because she was just trying to be nice and help Kinsey, hoping that she would make a friend through it. Scott chose not to tell her that, Kinsey already blamed herself for Kira almost being attacked by Malia, she'd only feel worse if she heard why Kira had agreed. 

"I think I know what she was looking for," Stiles said as he approached the two sitting down. As Kinsey and Scott stood up he began digging in his bag, pulling out the doll he'd taken from the car wreckage, the one that he knew he shouldn't have taken, but he had never expected that she would come to find the doll at the school, and almost kill Kinsey in the process. 

The brunette girl took the doll out of his hands, holding it up to him. "You took the doll from the car? Are you insane?" She asked as she waved it around, shocked by his stupidity. 

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

Both Kinsey and Scott rolled their eyes, both of them knew there were much better ways that they could have approached the situation rather than stealing the doll of a very territorial coyote who was apparently prepared to kill to get her possession back. As Kinsey waved around the plastic doll, lecturing Stiles on all of the reasons he was an idiot for taking it, a man's voice appeared at the entrance to the locker room. 

"Where did you get that?" He asked the brunette girl as her head turned to look at him, dropping the doll to her side. He walked towards them with haste. 

"Where did you find this?" The man repeated, immediately Scott and stiles recognized him as the man who came to the den alongside Rafael last night, knowing him better as Mr. Tate, Malia's father. A man who had many reasons to be angry at the sight of his dead daughter's doll in a stranger's hand, waving it around, especially when that stranger was standing with the two boys he had seen at the den of the coyote he believed had killed his wife and children. He was livid, anger in his eyes, he was seeing red. Mr. Tate snatched the doll out of Kinsey's hand, standing just inches in front of her until Scott had pulled her back slightly, away from the angry man who looked down at the plastic doll, stating that it belonged to his daughter. There was a sorrow ness to his voice as he looked back up at the brunette girl. He narrowed his eyes at her, almost as if he was examing her, trying to get a deeper look at her, as if there was some kind of familiarity about her face as if she looked like someone. 

After hearing the shouting of Henry Tate across the locker room Sheriff Stilinski quickly stepped in, widening the space that stood in between Scott and Kinsey, and Mr. Tate, apologizing to him, he wasn't sure how the man had heard about it, whether he had his own police scanner or what, but he reassured him that he couldn't be here. He tried to guide the man out of the room as he placed a hand on the man's jacket only then did he stop his efforts. Tate looked at him with a sigh, he knew exactly what the man had felt beneath his jacket. Sheriff Stilisnki pulled back Mr. Tate's jacket as the man raised his arms, revealing a gun in its holder. 

Tate tried to reassure the Sheriff that he had a permit for his gun, but the Sheriff didn't care, he reminded him that California schools were gun-free zones, permit or no permit before insisting that the man needed to leave, and now. Sheriff Stilinski began guiding the man out of the locker room again with the help of one of his deputies but Tate shoved both of them off of him, prepared to spit out a few final choice words before he left the school grounds for good. You find that animal. You find that thing. When the man had disappeared from the doorway Kinsey turned to the two boys standing behind her, she had a familiar look on her face. Neither needed to ask why, they could practically read her mind after so long of knowing her so well. She was about to do exactly what Mr. Tate had said, she was going to find that animal, she was going to find Malia, and they were all going to help. 

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"Xylazine," Deaton stated as he placed the three small vials of the chemicals on the surgical table that the two werewolves and Stiles stood around waiting for his instructions. "It's a tranquilizer for horses. For a werecoyote, expect it to work within seconds. I only have three, so whoever's shooting needs to be a damn good shot." He continued, though he felt he already had an idea of who was going to be shooting for them, even if she had been struggling to live up to her title as a huntress over the past few weeks. 

All of them knew which of the two Argent's were better equipped to handle a tranquilizer gun, Allison's weapons of choice had always been the Chinese ring dagger or her crossbow, while her cousins had always been the dagger or a gun, much like her uncle. Though Allison had good aim, fantastic aim even, she wasn't the huntress for this job, she knew that herself, she' had happily admitted it, she, like everyone else was putting her complete faith in Kinsey to get this shot at Malia. It didn't matter if her aim had been off, if there was one thing that would get the brunette back on track, it was knowing that someone's life was at stake, that she was the one person they were all relying on to help them save the girl trapped in the body of a coyote. 

A terrifying thought, she had to admit. It terrified her even more when she and Allison had gone home to retrieve Chris's tranquilizer gun, her hands had begun to tremble just looking at it, but she knew that they were counting on her, and she had until Isaac arrived to pull herself together.

"Kinsey's a perfect shot." Scott nodded confidently. He had seen her in action, in spite of the latest events he was still confident about his words and the ability of his brunette best friend, it would take a lot for him to not have faith in her skills, she had worked had to acquire those skills and strengthen the ones that she was naturally gifted in, like her aim.

"She used to be." Isaac corrected. Though he would have liked to have faith in his girlfriend, he had seen more than anyone just how much of a mess her mind had turned her into, even if he put aside the fact she almost killed her best friend, he had been the one who she had woken up in the middle of the night panting for breath, crying until she fell back asleep again, only to live through the same cycle a few hours later, sometimes not even that long. She had been shaken to her core, she didn't let the others know how bad it had become, not even Allison and Lydia, but he had seen it for himself. Not even Scott who slept down the hall knew how bad it was, he was too busy having his own hallucinations wearing him out to know the full extent of Kinsey's. 

"She can do it." Scott insisted. He had to put all of his faith in her, he had no other choice, there was no other option, Allison had refused to take on the task, she didn't have the faith to do it for herself, she knew that if it took aim and precision with a gun it wasn't her job, working a gun was the one part of being a hunter she still hadn't quite mastered yet. And today they needed a girl who already had, it hadn't worked the other afternoon with the arrow, but she hoped that when Kinsey had the gun in her hand, aiming at Malia, it would come back to her. 

Isaac shrugged with crossed arms. "If we manage to find the thing."

"Okay, what is the point of him?" Stiles asked as he pointed towards the werewolf, talking as if he wasn't in the room with his immaculate hearing. "Seriously, I mean what is his purpose? Aside from the persistent negativity and the scarf? What's up with that anyway? It's 65 degrees out." Stiles deadpanned as he looked the wolf straight in the eye, both of them mocking each other while Scott and Deaton shook their heads, it began again. Their endless bickering. 

"My girlfriend wanted me here. Me. That's why I'm here." Isaac spat out, knowing that it would hit a soft spot for Stiles, the reminder that Kinsey was his girlfriend, and he was right to think so, Stiles's lip had curled up in anger and disgust as he broke the unofficial staring contest the two of them had been having. "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?"

Deaton looked at Scott, he knew the answer, he always knew the answer. But he wanted to know if Scott knew the answer to Isaac's question. And he did, insisting that he could do it. Now he had to have faith in himself after he hadn't quite lived up to his title of true Alpha either, because of the side effects of the sacrifice he hadn't transformed since the night he had earned his title, now not only did he need to transform but he had to try and dig deep inside of himself to find the voice that would turn Malia back. The kind of voice that Peter had used on him the night at the school, allowing him to turn, Deucalion had done the same thing in the distillery too, he was sure that that was what he needed to do. Though Scott was right in his assumption, Deaton had reminded him that he didn't know how to use that voice, he needed someone to teach him, and, well, there was nobody to teach him. Scott had already failed at hearing from Derek, he'd called him multiple times, Peter wasn't around either, he too was with Derek. 

"I could try it on my own. But right now, I'm too scared to even change into just a werewolf." He admitted as he looked around the room willing for anyone to offer their suggestions on what he was supposed to do. Though he'd found it to have faith in Kinsey, it was different when it came to feeling the same way about himself. 

"We need a real Alpha." Stiles sighed, realizing what he had said when Scott had raised his brows at him. "You know what I mean. An Alpha who can do Alpha things." He continued, making the matter worse. "You know, an Alpha who can get it going. You know, get it..."

"Up?" Isaac finished with a raised brow.

Stiles waved his arms around the air, trying to find a better way of putting it, but Isaac had hit the nail on the head. Scott was an Alpha with performance issues. None of them could quite keep a straight face as he said those words, they were teenage boys, all of their minds went to a different place, certainly not one that referred to Scott's ability at being an Alpha, but other kinds of performance issues. If his confidence hadn't been knocked before, it certainly was now.

While Isaac headed to the apartment belonging to his girlfriend and her family, Scott and Stiles sought help from the only other known Alphas, or at least former Alphas in Beacon Hills, though Ethan and Aiden were no longer Alphas after what Jennifer had done to them, almost killing them until that part of them had broken, the two boys hoped that they would still know how to teach Scott. That they had what it took to teach him to find that Alpha roar inside of himself. But the only way they could reach the twins was through the only person who had seen them in the past few weeks; Lydia. The redhead had proudly offered to help, arranging a meeting with Ethan and Aiden at Derek's loft, it was the only place suitable for what they were going to try and do. Nobody but them dared to step foot into the loft, and luckily, Isaac still had a key. 

Isaac walked into the apartment to find his girlfriend standing at her uncle's desk staring at the large tranquilizer gun she would be in charge of when the hunt for Malia began, Allison had let him in the apartment before she had rushed back to her room to get changed into something more hunting appropriate than the blue flowery dress she had been wearing to school. Though Kinsey had left herself in the red floral print dress she had been wearing this morning, she hadn't had time to focus on a change of outfit, to hear, the dress, tights, and boots she was wearing would suffice. Her mind was too busy focusing on the gun in front of her, trying to close that door in her head that Deaton referred to so she was actually capable of shooting the gun in front of her, she couldn't disappoint them all, and she certainly couldn't live with the chance of Malia getting killed by someone from animal control who would undoubtedly be looking out for her now that she had shown up at the school, they'd be eager to kill the coyote. 

The wolf placed down the case of Deaton's tranquilizers on the desk, opening it up for Kinsey as she prepared to place them inside of the gun. "Do you think you can hone in on Malia?" If not, we're going to be standing in the woods for a very long time." Kinsey questioned, reconsidering whether she should have taken Allison's approach and found something else to wear, or at least think about bringing a jacket out to the woods with them.

"I've, uh, got a pretty good lock on her scent," Isaac reassured her. "It's actually kind of strong."

"What is it?" Kinsey asked, confused. She didn't understand how the whole werewolf scent thing worked, he had tried to explain it to her, but for someone who didn't have those senses it wasn't an easy thing to grasp, as long as she would never have to be a werewolf and experience it for herself, she was fine. But the curiosity of it still lingered, it always would while she dated a wolf. 

"Pee." Isaac deadpanned, handing her the vial of chemicals.

A smile wiped across Kinsey's face as she shook her head, that was the last scent she had been expecting him to say, she thought he would say something nice, maybe something that would stem some jealousy inside of her. But, that, that was an answer she was satisfied with, she was sure that she wouldn't lose her boyfriend to a coyote that smelled of pee. At least she hoped it wasn't so easy to lose him. Kinsey held up the syringe and the vial prepared to load it until her hands had begun shaking again. Isaac watched as the girl struggled, she tried to keep a straight face and act as if she was fine as if her inability to load the syringe wasn't frustrating to her. But when he had d asked if she was okay she knew that he had seen straight through it. 

Kinsey ignored her boyfriend's question, her trembling hands had grown so profusely that she couldn't even hold the vial of tranquilizer anymore, it slipped out of her hands, rolling onto the carpet. She looked up at the wolf, acting as if everything was fine before bending down to reach for the vial with a small sigh, trying to collect herself on her way down. When the brunette stood back up she found herself back in the middle of the hospital morgue. Across the room there was a patient under a white sheet, Kinsey stepped closer with knitted brows, pulling the sheet back carefully- suddenly, she was the patient, looking up at a group of doctors that surrounded her body in their scrubs and masks. Her eyes looked around frantically, desperate to escape it all. 

Her eyes traveled along the faces of doctors until they landed on her mother, she too dressed in scrubs giving the other doctors their orders for her autopsy; a suspected animal attack. They just needed the autopsy to confirm her cause of death, though her mother's suspicions were that the death was caused by something stranger. Her chest was cracked open, her organs all visible as she lay helpless on the table, watching as her mother reached in for her heart, pulling it straight from her body. Kate held the heart belonging to her daughter up, narrowing her eyes. There was definitely something wrong with it, she claimed before she tossed it aside. It wouldn't have been the first time her mother had tossed her heart aside, she had many times during her childhood, as for the something is wrong with it, that didn't seem too out of the question either. 

Kate reached back in, feeling all of the other organs in her daughter's so-called dead body, the rest of them supposedly fine. A tear rolled down the brunette girl's face, hoping that it would be the end of her nightmare, but not quite yet. It couldn't end on that horrifying note of her mother tossing aside her heart one last time. The doctors surrounding her mother removed their masks revealing their sharp canines, all of them staring down at her organs as if she was just another piece of delicious meat laying on the table in front of them. Kinsey tightened her eyes shut, she wanted nothing more than to scream, but nothing came out, her final sight was her mother with sharp canines, leaning in to begin eating her entrails.

"Kinsey!" Isaac's voice shouted loudly, snapping her back into reality. 

The brunette found herself looking down at him through the sight of the gun, prepared to hit him with the tranquilizer as he held his hands up, never had she seen him with fear in his eyes like the one that she saw through the shield, especially not a fear aimed towards her. Kinsey quickly dropped the gun back to the desk.

"Oh, my God. I'm sorry." Kinsey quickly apologized, holding her hands up. "I'm... I'm so sorry. I don't know what I was doing. I'm sorry." She continued, her voice breaking as she took a step back from the desk, watching as her boyfriend stood against the door hesitant to drop his arms as a defense against her. For once, she seemed to be the person he feared the most. 

With Kinsey's back turned to him Isaac finally dropped his hands, approaching the desk and the gun she had almost shot him with. He tried to crack a joke, hoping to lighten the dull mood as he reminisced on the time that Allison had stabbed him multiple times with her ring daggers. Isaac tried to make it seem as if this was better than that scenario, at least if she had shot him it was only with a tranquilizer, not a real bullet. All he would have to worry about was her not trying to kill him while he was unconscious. But Kinsey couldn't even try to joke anymore, she didn't have it in her. The hallucinations were stripping her of all her energy, every ounce of light inside of her disappeared every time she found herself hallucinating, each time they were becoming worse. Harder to escape, harder to swallow. She wasn't sure how much she could take of seeing her dead mother. "How am I supposed to help anyone if I'm like this? What am I supposed to do?"

"Kins," Isaac said softly, standing behind the girl, cupping her shaking hand that tightly cusped the vial of tranquilizer. "Let me help you." He encouraged as she looked at him, nodding faintly. Her grip loosened around the vial, allowing him to slip it out of her hands as she looked at him with complete trust. "Show me what to do." 

A Jeep, a dirtbike, and Allison's Toyota pulled up to the preserve. Six teenagers stepped out of the three vehicles, all of them looking out across the large stretch of trees that Malia could be hiding within before looking at each other. All of them were here, none of them were prepared. They never would be, maybe not even if three of them weren't suffering from side effects of a sacrifice, two of those being the people that everyone was placing their trust within to save the girl stuck inside the body of a coyote. Not one of them had a confident look across their faces, they were all bags of nerves, it didn't matter who was sharing looks with who. Whether it was two best friends, two cousins, a boyfriend, and a girlfriend, or even two frenemies. Nobody out of the six was able to comfort the other, they all knew the risks at hand. The risk that Scott might not be able to roar the roar he needed to to help Malia break free, the risk that Kinsey might not be able to steady herself, aim and shoot for Malia to tranquilize her. The risk that even after all of their attempts, they might not even be able to find her on the preserve, even with Isaac's lock of Malia's scent. Nothing about what the six of them were doing was concrete, it was a shot in the dark, and depending on how long it took to find Malia, that saying may just become literal.

None of them chose to mention what had happened before they had come to the preserve. The three who had arrived via Jeep and dirtbike kept it to themselves that Ethan and Aiden failed in teaching Scott the roar of an Alpha, instead, Aiden had just been beaten to a pulp while Lydia and Stiles watched. And the three who had arrived in Allison's Toyota chose not to mention the fact Kinsey had been through yet another hallucination of her dead mother, that her hands may just be shakier than ever. Isaac and Allison were already keeping it from Kinsey themselves just how nervous they were for her to be doing this, once Isaac had filled the older brunette in, both of them were lacking a lot more faith than they should have been in the girl that they were both so close to. They should have been the ones with the kind of faith that Scott had in Kinsey. 

"Anyone else think that we might be doing more harm than good?" Lydia asked as she looked across the group. A few of the uneasy faces told her that though they wouldn't admit it, they agreed with her, especially the likes of the two who stood on either side of Kinsey. Both were concerned that her holding up that tranquilizer gun would spiral her into yet another one of her hallucinations. 

The one person who did seem to visibly, and audibly, disagree? Scott. "We're trying to keep a father from killing his own daughter," Scott reassured the redhead.

Though he had quickly been corrected by Isaac. "Actually, we're trying to stop a guy from killing a coyote who is actually his daughter, who we don't know how to change back from a coyote to his daughter." He stated, causing Scott to release a quiet sigh, he knew Isaac was right, but it wasn't the confidence boost any of them could have really used right now.

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

Like they usually did, everyone chose to ignore the two boys who mocked each other silently behind Scott and his turned back. Scott chose to turn and concentrate on the individual that needed most of their reliance, Kinsey. When he asked if she and Allison had brought the gun the younger brunette opened the trunk of her cousin's car, pulling out the tranquilizer gun. She held it tightly in her hands, taking a deep breath as she looked out across the preserver, giving herself a pep talk in her head, she could do this, for herself, for Isaac, for all of them, and for Malia. 

All heads turned from Kinsey as three gunshots sounded in the air, as if it was the gun before the beginning of a race, only this time, all six of them were racing against a man determined to kill his own daughter, whether he knew that or not. Scott wasted no time jumping back onto his bike to speed off onto the preserve, prepared to hunt down Malia before Tate caught her first. Stiles tried to stop him, shouting at the wolf to wait, but over the sound of Scott's engine it was almost a whisper, besides, he wouldn't have listened anyway. It didn't matter if he was riding into a gunfight, he came out here to save Malia, and that was what he was going to do. In the blink of an eye, another body had followed behind Scott, faster than any of them had expected, too fast for any of them to try and argue against it. Though Stiles tried as he shouted after the huntress who carried the tranquilizer, she too hadn't hesitated to run straight into the preserve even after three gunshots had echoed through the air. 

Of course, after he had seen his brunette girlfriend running after Scott in her boots, Isaac had rushed to follow her, though he was the only one who seemed to have heard the call of Stiles shouting their names he was never going to listen to Stiles, he wouldn't have stayed behind even if it wasn't his girlfriend who had run straight into trouble. Allison, Stiles, and Lydia were left to stand on the edge of the preserve looking at one another, wondering who was the next one out of the three of them to rush after the three who'd left them behind. Which one of them lacked the brain cells to stay in a safe place and have faith that the three supernaturals were capable of doing this on their own. The answer seemed obvious. Her cousin was out there, a girl who was practically her sister, not to mention her ex-boyfriend, of course, Allison was next to follow them.

Kinsey and Isaac tried to stay hot on Scott's trail, but compared to a bike, that was a speed they were never going to be able to meet. The two of them stopped for a moment, looking around for Malia while Isaac tried to catch her scent once again, in that moment the two of them stopped yet another gunshot sounded through the air, cutting off the small break of their running. Isaac continued running again, much faster than his girlfriend was able to anymore now that it had begun catching up with her, not only because she was, mostly, human, but because the gun in her hand wasn't particularly light to carry.

"Isaac, wait!" Kinsey breathlessly chased after him.

As Isaac ran, speeding ahead of his girlfriend he turned back to see where she was, all he could hear was her heavy breaths as she tried to keep up with him. With his head turned Isaac ran straight into one of the traps hidden in the leaves, clamping tightly around his leg. A loud scream escaped the boy's mouth, echoing over the preserve as he dropped to the floor, unbeknownst to the fact his scream had knocked Scott off of his bike across the preserve. 

With wide eyes Kinsey caught sight of her boyfriend in the distance, crouched down as he held onto his leg, she could just about see the metal clamp that was wrapped around it, but all of the blood on his hands and every inch of his trousers were as clear as day. She rushed towards him, dropping at his side. Before she could even spit out all of the questions to express her concern and make sure that he was okay Isaac had spoken for her, pointing out Mr. Tate who stood a few feet across the preserve, it wasn't enough for her to see through her naked human eyes, but when she looked through the sight at the end of the tranquilizer gun she got a clear vision of the man. He stood with a gun of his own, searching for Malia through the trees and bushes. 

"Hit Tate. Use the tranq on him." Isaac insisted as he looked up at his girlfriend, talking through his gritted teeth, trying to talk through the pain that rushed through his body as it tried to heal from the metal stuck in his leg. "Okay?" He asked, looking at the nervous expression on her face.

Kinsey nodded, though unsure, she held up the tranquilizer gun again, her hands already began to shake against its exterior as she tried to aim towards the man. Her breaths were shakier than ever, she was spiraling into a panic once again, she couldn't handle the pressure. But she tried to power through, reminding herself of why she was here, who she was here for, and who she used to be before she had become this frightened little girl who'd forgotten everything she was born to do. The huntress she was born to be. 

"Okay, come on. Come on, Kinsey." The girl mumbled to herself as she shot the first tranq, she watched as it flew through the air landing in a tree a few feet away from Tate who already had his own gun up, aimed at Malia as she stood above her sister's doll.

"Kinsey. Kinsey!" Isaac shouted the girl, turning her head back towards him. "Breathe." 

The brunette girl did as she had been told as she took a deep breath, collecting herself as she held up the tranquilizer gun once again, looking down the sight Kinsey repeated another kind of affirmation to herself, one that resonated much deeper than any others possibly could. 𝐍𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭é𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐮𝐱 𝐪𝐮𝐢 𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐮𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭é𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐮𝐱-𝐦ê𝐦𝐞𝐬. The entire reason she was here, to protect those who cannot protect themselves. To protect a helpless Malia against her father and to protect Tate from himself. Kinsey looked down the sight again with slower, calmer breaths as her finger pressed down on the trigger, this time, she watched as the tranq dart flew through the air and landed in Tate's arm. His gun dropped to the grown, shortly followed by him. 

A smile grew across both Kinsey and Isaac's faces. She had done it. She had overcome it. She'd shut the door to her mind. Prepared to finish the job that she had come here to do Kinsey held up the gun again, searching for Malia through the sight, only to find that the coyote was gone. 

"Go. Go and find her." Isaac warned the girl. 

"But I can't leave you."

"I'm here!" Allison breathlessly shouted as she ran up behind them, noticing the unconscious man a few feet away from them beside his gun, but no Malia. It hadn't taken her long to figure out that Malia was gone, and that was why the two of them looked so worried. "Go and find her. I'll stay here with Isaac." The older huntress insisted. 

Kinsey didn't need to be told again, she began running through the preserve once again in the hopes of finding the coyote herself if not Scott, she had more adrenaline pulsating through her veins than ever, she had overcome the thing that had been plaguing her for weeks. She'd fought her biggest fears and managed to save Malia, now she had to complete that task once and for all. Her eyes darted around the preserve as she tried to catch a glimpse of either of them, holding tightly onto the tranquilizer gun in her hand, she knew she would be faster if she dropped it, but she couldn't risk that in the chance that they needed to use the last shot on Malia. When Kinsey had finally managed to find someone, she had found both Scott and the werecoyote. Scott knelt down to the ground, looking up at the werecoyote who snarled at him, his eyes were red, he had transitioned, fought his fear, he too had shut that door inside of his mind. Kinsey's stopped to a halt, lowering the tranquilizer as she watched Scott open his mouth releasing that Alpha roar he hadn't been able to find a few hours ago. 

Her eyes widened as she watched the werecoyotes eyes turn a glowing blue, a cold steel blue, just like the ones she was used to seeing on her father. The coyote in front of her slowly fell to the ground, the fur melting away as the coyote turned from an animal to a young girl. Malia. 

Once the shock had worn off, even just a little bit, Kinsey pulled off her jacket as she rushed towards the naked girl on the floor, dropping the gun to her side. Malia look at her with wide eyes as the brunette wrapped her jacket around her, she looked down at her hands, surprised to see that they were no long paws, that she was no longer an animal. 

"Malia?" Kinsey asked softly. The shaken girl turned to look at her with glass eyes, still unable to wrap her head around what had just happened, how it had just happened. "I'm Kinsey." She turned around to see Scott walking towards them timidly. "This is Scott. We're going to take you back home, okay? But how about we get you some clothes and a shower first?" The brunette asked, careful not to overstep, she wasn't sure that the girl had lost her savage coyote instincts just because the fur had melted from her back. Malia had almost attacked her once, there was nothing stopping her from following through on that again. 

Malia nodded, she didn't hesitate to take the hand that Kinsey offered her. Scott picked up the huntresses tranquilizer gun, following the two brunettes as they headed back towards the cars they had left at the entrance of the preserve, prepared to meet up with the rest of the pack and introduce them all to Malia, the girl they had managed to save against all odds when they had all begun to believe they weren't capable of saving anyone anymore. But Malia might have just been the one to save them, without her, the door to their minds would still be open, they would still be three teenagers riddled with fear suffering from hallucinations that were draining the life out of them. Malia kept Kinsey's jacket wrapped tightly around her, shivering beneath it, it was just about long enough to cover up everything that she needed covering, it wasn't that she had particularly cared about people seeing her naked, she had nothing to hide, but she had to at least try and make a good impression on the people who had just saved her from being killed. 

The pack sat around the Argent's apartment waiting for Sheriff Stilinski to arrive and take the former coyote back to her father, in the meantime, the three girls helped Malia clean up before she had to leave. Allison had pulled out some old clothes from her wardrobe, both for now and the upcoming weeks until she was able to buy some of her own, ones that would fit her sixteen-year-old body rather than the nine-year-old one she had been in last time she was a human. 

Lydia had offered her help to the girl when she decided that she was prepared to get back into civilization, when she needed help with the whole purchasing a brand new wardrobe, she would be the first one there to help, surely she would need it after being out of humanity for so long. She might have still thought it was appropriate to wear glittery converse with stripey leggings on a daily basis, she couldn't let the girl walk around like that. Kinsey had been the one offering the former coyote moral support, Malia hadn't left her side, as if she was attached to the girl already. She had kept quiet the entire ride from the preserve to the apartment, making sure that she was sitting in the back with Kinsey rather than beside Isaac who still couldn't get that strong scent from out of his nostrils. It wasn't until the seven of them had gotten to the apartment that Malia had actually spoken to anyone else, and that was simply to ask if everyone in the room was like her, a supernatural. That encouraged Scott to continue the conversation, formally introducing everyone and what they were if anything. Malia was surprised to find that only two people in the room were human, and when it came to Kinsey and Lydia, she'd never even heard of the likes of Angels and Banshee's, but that was a topic for another day. They didn't want to overwhelm her with a whole bestiary's worth of supernatural kinds that were in Beacon Hills. 

Once Malia had showered the pack all sat quietly in the living room, awaiting the arrival of the Sheriff who was taking longer than they had anticipated, he was still clearing up traps out on the preserve before someone else managed to get hurt with all of the traps Tate had set. Luckily, it was one of the two people who could heal who had gotten hurt by one of his traps, now it was as if it had never happened. Isaac was completely healed, fine, his last thought was how his leg had been caught in a trap just over an hour ago, more so, he was concentrating on his girlfriend who already seemed a lot better after conquering her fear, shooting Tate with the tranq dart. Though it looked like Kinsey was more herself, he still felt the need to be cautious, waiting to see if there would be another hallucination in her future, or whether she would actually manage to sleep an entire night again now, back to her usual self that slept in and was consistently late to school. 

When the door to the apartment finally opened they all knew it was time to reunite a daughter with her father. Sheriff Stilinski stood in the doorway, fainting smile at the room filled with the group of teenagers that had saved Malia, and the former coyote herself. "You ready, Malia?" Malia nodded, standing up from the sofa, two others standing up with her. The Sheriff didn't even try to argue with either of them coming with him, it seemed that it had already been decided, he wasn't sure if the rest of the group knew that but they too seemed to accept that Kinsey and Stiles would be escorting Malia home, seeing it through till the end. 

Not even Isaac tried to disagree or tagalong with the four of them, he knew it didn't matter what it came out of his mouth, Kinsey wasn't going to pass up the chance of taking Malia home, and even if it meant her being with Stiles, he knew he had to accept that. 

Malia grew tense as the Sheriff pulled into the driveway of her home, it had hardly changed since the day she left, of course, there had been many times when she had come back, but somehow seeing it as a human again was different. There were still empty plant pots sitting by the front door with weeds growing out of them from all of her mother's failed attempts at gardening, the porch swing still sat outside reminding her of the times that she and Kylie had swung too hard and almost broken it during the summer. Every memory of her sister and her mother seemed to come back at once, even the worst memories. Sheriff Stilinski looked over his shoulder at the two girls sitting in the backseat, nodding at the coyote, confirming that it was time. Just as he stepped out of the car Malia turned to the brunette girl sitting beside her.

"Can you come with me?" She asked with a puppy dog look across her face.

"I-" Kinsey mumbled, prepared to disagree. After the meeting she had already had with Mr. Tate she wasn't sure it was a good idea for her to turn up on his doorstep alongside his daughter who had been missing for eight years, she still wasn't sure how Malia planned on explaining that, but the coyote had told her she had it covered, and for some reason, she trusted that. Malia seemed smart, she had survived on her own for eight years, she was clearly more capable than any of them knew. The only thing she wasn't capable of was facing her father on her own. "Sure." The huntress nodded with a smile, choosing to be honored by the coyote's question. 

As the two brunettes climbed out of the car Sheriff Stilinski handed Malia her jacket, she'd been shivering ever since she had turned back, but the wet hair didn't help either. The two girls stood further back as Sheriff Stilinski knocked on the front door, out of sight from Tate for a moment as he opened the door with a furrowed brow, his last few run-ins with the Sheriff hadn't gone so well, he could only wonder what had happened this time. Frankly, he wasn't in the mood for yet another lecture from the man after someone had shot him with a tranq dart when he had gotten so close to killing the coyote who had ripped his wife and children away from him. 

When Tate began approaching the door the Sheriff placed his hand on Malia's back, with tears in her eyes the girl stepped forward, looking her dad in the eye for the first time in years. He didn't seem to recognize the girl standing beside the Sheriff, but he knew he recognized the other girl from the school, she was the one who had been holding his daughter's doll. 

"Mr. Tate." The Sheriff nodded. 

Tate took a closer look at the tearful girl, analyzing her face like he had done to Kinsey at the school, back then he had thought for a moment that if he had gotten to see Malia grow up, that she was what the girl might look like, the dark hair, the dark eyes, but now, as he looked at the tearful girl in front of him he knew that that was his daughter. That was one of his little girls, and she was home. 

"Malia?" The man mumbled. Malia nodded her head, a tear rolling down her cheek as her father wrapped her in his arms, welcoming her arm. The two Tate's broke down into a sob as Kinsey and the Sheriff took a step back allowing the two of them to have their reunion. As Malia cried on his shoulder Tate turned to the two who watched them with faint smiles across their faces, he looked straight at the brunette girl who stood beside the sheriff as he mouthed a "Thank you." 

·❥·

Peter, Braeden, and Derek entered the mansion, the only place they had been willing to stop on their road trip to North America, the two hadn't entirely planned on visiting it today, frankly, the two wolves weren't quite sure that what they had heard was true. But now that they had time to kill and a mercenary on their side, there seemed no better time to follow the rumors and retrieve what belonged to them. It had only taken Peter losing a finger and the two of them having over a thousand volts through their system to make Derek sure that he wasn't going home until he had it, he didn't care whether it was nothing more than a rumor anymore until he found out, Derek refused to return to Beacon Hills, even if it added a few days to their already extended road trip. 

Just like the rumors had said, in the middle of the mansion's living room was a large old chest. The three approached it, their eyes wandering around the mansion with every step they took, prepared to run into more trouble than they already had. Derek didn't hesitate to put his hand on the chest, but it immediately bounced back from the protection that surrounded it. As Peter had pointed out, it was made from a Rowen Tree, better known as mountain ash wood. While the two Hale's thought that had put a spanner in the works for their little plan, the one human amongst the three of them saw it differently as she kicked the chest's lock with her boot sending it flying across the room. Yet again, she had ceased to amaze Derek and Peter. 

Braeden opened the chest revealing a large pile of mountain ash dust, another spanner in the works for the two wolves, for a moment they had believed the rumors had fooled them, or if they hadn't, someone had gotten here first, and now, they were mocking those who followed. 

"Somebody really doesn't want our hands in there." Peter sighed. In unison, both of the Hale wolves turned their heads to the mercenary standing beside them, the one person who could get their hands in there. Neither had ever thought they would have to rely on a female more than once, they were the two big bad wolves, now, not only had Kinsey, a sixteen-year-old girl proved them wrong, but Braeden too. And when Kinsey found out, she was going to eat that up.

Braden rolled her eyes at the wolf of them as she stepped closer to the chest, at first, she was hesitant to reach into it, not knowing what lay beneath it, what the two werewolves were so determined to retrieve before they returned home to what remained of their family in Beacon Hills. With a small sigh, containing herself, Braeden reached into the mountain ash, removing a small cylinder container with a triskele carved in its lid. Peter and Derek's eyes lit up. That was it.

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