Bored. That's what I was feeling right now. Completely, and utterly bored out of my freaking mind.

And I could tell Stiles was bored, too, since the two of us have been abandoned at his house while everyone else went out and played hero. I didn't understand why, the two of us were the smartest out of everyone.

And, I was a main target. So who knows if any of the alphas were following me.

I tapped my finger against my cheek as I sat on Stiles' swivel chair, spinning back and forth before my eyes catch a glimpse of a piece of paper on the other d side for a whiteboard.

I frowned, turning to Stiles, who gripped a pencil between his teeth as he stared down at a sheet of homework. I turned back to the whiteboard, standing up slowly and walking behind, eyes widening at all the red string and papers.

"Stiles... what the hell is all of this?" I asked, eyes glimpsing over all the pictures of crime scenes of the last few days, Heather's name written in several places along with the bank and the Alpha pack.

"Oh... um... see I was going to tell you tomorrow—"

"Tomorrow? Why not when Heather was first classified as a missing person?" I asked, spinning the whiteboard around so Stiles could see. "My face is on this board!"

"Because you're a target for the Alphas! And you know how I get about cases." He put his hands on his hips as I sighed, rubbing my eyes.

"I know I just— I can't exactly help if I don't know what's going on, and recently everyone has been pushing me out of this situation."

"Because we are protecting you from the Alpha's. That's all there is to it." I opened my mouth to speak, Stiles' phone ringing and cut me off. "Hello?" He answered quickly as I frowned. "Uh yeah... is it cool if Dean comes with? We're both kinda... stuck at my place. Okay cool. We'll be there soon." I frowned in confusion as Stiles shut his phone off, slipping it into his pocket and grabbed his jacket.

"Who was that?" I asked as I followed him out to the Jeep.

"Melissa. She needs us at the hospital."

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Stiles and I followed Melissa down to the morgue, which reeked of death and the scent of peoples last emotions. Mainly fear or peace.

"Over here. And, I swear to God, if either of you tel anyone I showed you this, I'll kill you both." Melissa threatened as I zipped my mouth shut. "And just... fair warning, Dean. I Uh... did the autopsy for Jeremy and it looks... a lot like him." Her voice radiated with remorse as my heart tugged slightly, nodding in understanding.

Melissa opened the door and pulled out the body of the boy, who had already grayed up, throat slashed and dry.

"Well, why do you want to show us a body we've already seen?" Stiles asked as Melissa pointed to the slash marks on the boys throat.

"Because you haven't seen everything. You see those marks on his neck? Those are ligature marks. Which means he was probably strangled with a wire.. or a rope—"

"Okay wait a second. What kind of werewolf strangles someone? You know, that's not very... werewolf-y." Stiles asked as I frowned at him.

"Someone who obviously isn't a werewolf." I stated matter-of-factly, Melissa nodding.

"That's basically what I was going to say. And then, I so saw this." Melissa turned the boys body and Stiles gagged, reeling back as I stared at the back of the boys open skull.

"Jesus is that brain matter?! Yeah. Definitely brain matter." Stiles stated as I looked closer, and he frowned. "How are you completely unfazed by this?!"

"I've watched a lot of true crime shows." I muttered, tilting my head.

"He was hit in the back of the head, hard enough to kill him. In fact, any one of these things could have killed him." Melissa said as she gently let go of the boy.

"Whoever killed him seriously wanted him dead." I stood up straight, Stiles shivering before clearing his throat.

"All right, so then this couldn't have been Boyd or Cora, you know? They wouldn't have done all that. So maybe this is just one murder. I mean, maybe it's just a random coincidence." Melissa shook her head, causing Stiles and I to frown.

"I don't think it was just one." She said, and Stiles raised a brow.

"How come?" He asked, Melissa turning her head to the covered body on one of the metal beds.

"Because that girl over there... she has the same injuries." Stiles and I quickly shared a nervous look as Melissa guided us to the body, pulling the white sheet down. Stiles gasped quietly, his sent quickly turning cold with grief.

It was Heather.