Running. Why am I always running? Lately, I feel as if I have been running non-stop. Not just physically running either, I'm running from my problems. I'm running from my dad, my nightmares, and my situation. I'm running from everything and it's never ending. I'm so tired of having to run all the time.

This time though, my running is very well justified. I need to find Scott. He left Stiles and I just moments ago and I need to find him and bring him back to the coyote den that Stiles found. I am beyond grateful that I signed up for cross country this year, for if I hadn't had all of the preparation for the sport I wouldn't be able to do this with as much ease as I can now.

My heart was thudding in my chest as my feet glided over the foliage of the wooded floor. I can't ignore the dejá vu that I am feeling right now, it's too strong. I don't know if this is real or if I'm dreaming again. I stop dead in my tracks as I see what appears to be black fog creeping towards me. This can't be happening. Not now.

I let out a mangled scream as something slams against me, arms encircling my waist to keep me from tumbling to the ground. This has happened too many times for me to not pick up on the signs. This isn't real, I'm dreaming again. I'm always running, the black fog is always there, and then I'm being grabbed.

"NO! NOT AGAIN! NO!" I shrieked as I struggled in this person's hold. They can't take me, not again.

"Kasey! Calm down!" Scott hissed as he snapped me back into reality. This is real... I glanced over his shoulder to see that the black fog wasn't there, a large part of me starts to think that maybe it never was.

I let out a sigh and pressed my forehead to Scott's shoulder as the adrenaline in my system slowly left my body. The fight or flight response kicked in and I was going to fight, I was going to do whatever I could to protect myself. And now my heart is beating wildly and I'm sucking in too much air for my lungs to try and hold.

My brother's arms squeezed me against him in attempt to calm me down, "It's okay. It's just me."

I nodded slowly and squeezed my eyes shut. This is getting a bit out of hand, these stupid hallucinations. I shouldn't be seeing black fog when I'm awake and fully conscious. It's not logical.

"What happened? Where's Stiles?" Scott asked after my moment of panic seemed to dissolve in his embrace.

"We... well, he found it and sent me after you, but he found something. He told me to come find you," I panted, slightly out of breath from the run and my minor panic attack just moments ago.

His eyebrows shot up, "Stiles suggested that you leave his side? That never happens."

"Yeah well, there's a first time for everything I guess. Come on," I remarked as I grabbed his arm and began to lead him back towards where the den was.

We had been waiting for Scott to come back, mindlessly walking around the area by the over turned car, when Stiles' flashlight happened to hit the coyote den. Upon further investigation we found a few things inside of the den that I could only imagine came from the car. Stiles then suggested that one of us go find Scott, and since he was too scared to roam the woods with the possibility of coyote's roaming around, I volunteered and he quickly obliged.

The moment that Scott and I trudged up the hill towards the den, Stiles jumped in place and darted over to us, "Are you okay? I heard you scream," he asked me as his tawny brown eyes ran over my exterior, checking for any possible chips in my paint, so to say.

I glanced at Scott praying that he wouldn't bring up what I had yelled when he found me, "I'm fine. Scott ran into me."

For once he did the intelligent thing and nodded, "Yeah, I caught her off guard."

Stiles sighed in relief and pressed his lips to my forehead momentarily, "Hearing you scream like that just scares the living hell out of me," he mumbled.

"I'm fine, honestly," I insisted, even though I knew it had been a bold-faced lie. I am far from fine, but I don't need Stiles and Scott of all people knowing that little tidbit of information.

My boyfriend nodded and glanced at Scott, "Okay well, I found something."

"So did I," Scott nodded; I glanced at him in confusion. He hadn't told me about anything on the way over here.

Stiles jerked his head in the direction of the den, the universal sign to follow him, and he led Scott and I into the small den, through the sketchy looking break in the rocks. There was a stuffed animal on the ground beside a blue bubble winter coat. Wait, I have seen that jacket before.

"This is a coyote den," Stiles stated as we all glanced around. I focused my attention on that blue jacket. I know I have seen this before... wait, this is Malia's. I remember seeing it in that photograph that I took a picture of.

I picked it up and flashed it to them, "This is Malia's. This is the exact same jacket she was wearing in that photo that was on her dresser."

Scott hesitantly grabbed the stuffed animal before he hastily dropped it back to the ground, "We shouldn't be in here."

I quirked an eyebrow in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"She's not going to come back now. We just invaded her home. Our scent's going to be everywhere," he responded as he glanced at me.

What? I held my hand up to stop him, "Wait a second, you're telling me that Malia is living here? A teenage girl is living in this den and she won't come back because of our smell?"

"No. Malia was that coyote that I ran after," Scott stated, as if it weren't such an odd thing for him to say.

Stiles nodded slowly, "Okay... so Malia is the coyote... if she's not going to come back here then where is she going to go?"

"I don't know," Scott responded quietly.

This was all just too weird. How the hell did Malia become a werecoyote? Is that even what she would be called? Or is she just a coyote? Does she not have the ability to turn back into a human like Scott? Or is she stuck in coyote form 24/7?

"Well can you track her, like do you have her scent?" Stiles asked after a moment of confused silence.

My brother shrugged, "Maybe. But I'm better at this when I'm a full wolf. And I'm still worried that if I do it, I won't be able to turn back."

"The door's still open," I sighed as my eyes pore over Stiles' intertwined and fiddling fingers. The mere mention of the door had him on edge. I can't blame him, the fact that I'm still seeing things that aren't there is proof enough that my door is open and it needs to be closed as soon as possible.

"If I can't get to Derek, we're gonna have to find someone else to help... This is basically a crime scene, right?" Scott inquired, his eyes locking on Stiles.

I nodded slowly, "Yeah... Stiles this would be right up your dad's alley."

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"You're sure it was her?" Sheriff Stilinski asked the three of us. We were all standing by the cars of the few Beacon Hills Police Deputies that responded to our call, obviously Sheriff Stilinski tagged along.

Scott nodded, "I looked her right in the eyes. And they glowed, just like mine."

"It makes sense, Dad," Stiles added in support of our latest theory. Scott and Stiles are convinced that Malia Tate is the coyote that just attempted to attack us about ten minutes ago.

The theory is very plausible; I'm just having issues understanding why she would be a coyote and not a werewolf? Is that even a thing? What would she even be called? A werecoyote? It sounds just about as ridiculous and fictitious as a unicorn in my opinion. I love unicorns, but they only exist in Harry Potter novels. Everyone knows that.

"But it wasn't a girl. It was a four-legged coyote, right?" Sheriff Stilinski reiterated. I am relieved that he now knows everything about the supernatural double lives we lead. If he was still in the dark about all of this, it would make explaining things like this to him damn near impossible. At least now we know that he can keep an open mind and entertain the idea because he has seen Werewolves and a Kanima, why would a werecoyote be any different?

Stiles moved his head from side to side a bit, "Well, okay. But yeah, see, that's the part that we don't exactly have figured out yet."

"Okay, but if it was a full moon and she did change while her mom was driving then anything could have happened," Scott explained.

My eyes widened slightly, "Yeah, horrible things could've happened."

"Ripping, shredding, and tearing things," Stiles added along to my statement. We have seen werewolves get out of control on a full moon. We know the full extent on just how scary and dangerous it is to be anywhere near a wolf when it's that particular time of the month.

"That's probably what caused the accident," I finished Scott's train of thought from moments ago, before Stiles and a took a sidebar in describing the danger of being near any dog-like individual that will change during a full moon.

Sheriff Stilinski was looking at the three of us like we had lost our minds, but at least he was still listening and considering that this is all very possible and more than likely is the case. Stiles nodded his head again, "Think about it, Dad. They're driving, Malia starts to change, she goes out of control, the mom crashes and everybody dies."

"Except for Malia," I interjected. Stiles glanced at me and smiled in satisfaction. He has taken pride in the fact that his detective ways have rubbed off on me over these past few months. I have now begun to question everything, I want to know how something happened, why it happened, what caused it, when and where did it happen, who was involved, all of it. Stiles is the same way, and now we are the dynamic detective duo.

"Right, so she blames herself. Goes off running into the woods and eventually becomes trapped inside the body of a coyote." He finished with one of his famous spastic body jolts.

"That makes sense," Sheriff Stilinski sighed and I nearly cheered at the fact that we had gotten him to understand our thought process but the moment soon passed because he then added, "In a Chinese Folktale! This is.... this is insane. I need this kept quiet. The three of you, not a word. I don't want anyone hearing about this. I especially don't want Mr. Tate hearing about this. Scott? Scott!"

I glanced at my brother to see that his attention was on something other than the warning we were receiving from the Sheriff. His eyes were wide as they remained focused on a large rock about twenty feet away from us. At the sound of Sheriff Stilinski's voice calling his name though he spun back around in a panic, "Sorry. What did you say?"

My eyes wandered over to their own sort of rock, only this rock happened to be a black car with flashing red and blue lights on the dashboard. Sheriff Stilinski noticed it the same time I did because he muttered out, "Oh, hell."

I didn't need to continue watching to know it would end up being my father emerging from that car. I didn't need to continue watching to know that he would end up bringing Mr. Tate to the scene. And I didn't need to continue watching to know that Mr. Tate would end up finding out that Malia's belongings are in that den and now that spark of hope he claims that he had diminished would ignite once more. But, I did watch. And my heart hurt watching all of my predictions come true. 

Why couldn't I have a decent father? Why did he have to be such an instigating prick? He shouldn't have brought Mr. Tate here; he only did it because he knew that Sheriff Stilinski would want all of these details kept quiet. He is trying to ruin everything that Stiles' dad has worked so hard to get, and he doesn't seem the slightest bit sorry for any of it.

"Mr. Tate?" Sheriff Stilinski questioned as Malia's father snatched up the blanket that had been in the Sheriff's hands. His fingers clenched the fuzzy fabric tightly as he assessed it.

It was obvious that he recognized it. And it was in this moment that I knew our theory had to be correct. Why else would a random coyote have Malia's blanket and other personal belongings in a den? Malia was the coyote.

"It's hers," he said quietly. The pure emotion of sadness, longing, and hope painted on Mr. Tate's face made my chest burn even more. Tonight was certainly shaping up to be a long and miserable one for Kasey Anne McCall.

"Wait here--" My dad began as he tried to make his way towards the den. But Scott stopped him with his words, "Dad--"

"I'll talk to both of you in a minute. I wouldn't mind hearing how your mom's okay with the two of you running around in the woods this late," He stated evenly before briskly exiting our small conversation. Sheriff Stilinski sighed before storming off after him. Stiles, Scott, and I watched our fathers get into yet another heated argument as they walked away.

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I slipped into the classroom just as the bell rang, thank God. I had met with Allison, Scott, and Stiles about the whole Malia thing and had to practically run across campus to get here. Isaac was seated at our bench, watching me with concern as I cautiously took my seat, praying that Mr. Murphy didn't give me a detention for being late.

"Where were you?" Isaac asked the moment that I sat my bag on the floor.

I glanced at him, "With Scott, Stiles, and your lover. Why?"

He rolled his eyes at my nickname for Allison but didn't respond. Instead he pulled out his notebook and began to scribble down the notes about Vector's that Mr. Murphy was writing as well. I sighed as I pulled my Physics binder out of my bag and flipped to the section that I had labeled as my notes. I briefly closed my eyes for a moment, I hadn't gotten much sleep at all last night and even though I am plagued by awful nightmares when I sleep, a few minutes of shut eye won't hurt me.

"Miss McCall? Did you hear what I said? Or have you not been paying attention at all in my class?" Mr. Murphy demanded as he folded his arms over his chest. Isaac stiffened in the stool beside me, obviously not too thrilled with how this teacher was speaking to me.

I was about to tell him that I hadn't been paying attention because I was running on like two hours of sleep, but before I could even attempt to explain myself he sauntered over to our lab bench and slammed down a detention slip. "Sign your name on the bottom, and I'll see you after school," he rolled his eyes before making his way back to the front of the room.

Great, this is so not what I wanted to do after school today. I snatched up my pen and went to sign my name but all of the words on the pink half sheet of paper were jumbled up. I blinked rapidly to try and clear my vision, thinking it was just a symptom from my lack of sleep, but the letters didn't change. What the hell?

"Fill out the detention slip, Miss McCall," Mr. Harris' voice flitted around the classroom. I jolted in my seat when I caught sight of him standing in front of the chalkboard. He was dressed in what he would usually wear to school, no blood or broken glasses this time. He had a smirk in place as he cocked his head to the side.

I squeezed my eyes shut, knowing that I was slipping again. This cannot be happening right now. Not in the middle of Physics class, especially when the teacher is already pissed at me and has issued a detention to me.

Mr. Murphy was droning on about some sort of equation and how to tell the speed of something, but I couldn't comprehend what he was saying. I keep hearing this ringing sound and Mr. Harris' scolding me about the damn detention slip. I need to get out of here. I need to find Stiles. I need Stiles.

I slowly opened my eyes, thinking maybe that Mr. Harris would be gone and that this was over-- I had been mistaken. The room was now slowly filling with black fog, the students seemed to be oblivious to it, and it was slowly inching toward mine and Isaac's bench. My body reacted on instinct as I jumped off of the stool and fell to the floor. My stool hit the ground with a clank and the room fell silent as I started hyperventilating. The fog was getting closer and closer, and I couldn't seem to stand up.

"Close the door on your way out, Miss McCall," Mr. Harris called out to me. I ignored him and shoved myself off the ground, stumbling over to the door. The second I was in the hallway, I let out a scream, my chest was heaving up and down as my shoulder slammed into the lockers. What the hell is happening to me?

Isaac darted out of the classroom behind me, the moment he caught sight of me struggling to get away from the room, he came towards me. I was sucking in entirely too much air as I tried to calm myself down, but it wasn't working. I need Stiles.

"Kasey? What's happening? How can I help?" Isaac asked me frantically, his hands shooting out and grabbing my shoulders to steady me.

My eyes were spewing hot tears as I choked out, "Stiles."

"I don't know where he is, Kasey you have to breathe," he said quickly, he must be able to hear my heartbeat, I know it's beating erratically because I'm not getting the right amount of oxygen into my lungs.

I need Stiles, just being around him helps to calm me down. Although, there is obviously something going on with him at the moment, I just need to hold him or kiss him so I can breathe again. He's my anchor, without him I'm battling these rough waters and I'm starting to drown.

"How do you stop it? How do you stop the hallucination?" Isaac demanded, a desperate tone was evident in his voice.

My eyes squeezed shut as I tried to think properly, how do I stop them? Usually I just start screaming and someone can snap me out of it, or I wake up on my own. Stiles said that Scott hurt himself to stop the transition the other day, maybe that's what I need to do too. Maybe I need to feel pain.

"You have t-to-you have to hurt me," I rasped as my hands frantically grabbed at his shirt, trying to urge him to do something, anything to cause me pain. I'll heal quickly because he's a werewolf, and then this nightmare will be over.

Isaac gave me a bewildered look, but before he could question my demand I started to scream again. The black fog was seeping into the hallway and making its way towards me. It's going to get me. I can't let it get me.

"Please! It's coming!" I cried out, trying to run in the other direction, but Isaac wasn't letting me go. Instead he pressed his lips to mine, grabbed my waist, and sunk his claws into me. I moaned and fell limp in his hold from the intense rush of pain, his left hand grabbed at the base of my neck to keep our lips together. The second that he retracted his claws, the fog in the hallway disappeared.

Isaac slowly pulled his lips off of mine, his blue eyes wide with worry as they assessed me, "Is it gone?" He asked quietly.

My eyes darted around the hallway to inspect the entire area for any remaining fog, thankfully it had disappeared. I sighed in relief and nodded, "Yeah... thank you."

He ran a hand through his hair and rolled his eyes, "Don't mention it. Literally."

"Yeah, I won't," I assured him before wiping the back of my hand over my mouth. The kiss felt odd, I mean he wasn't really a bad kisser; it's just... well he isn't Stiles. I can't really remember the kiss all that well to be honest, it was quick and I was struggling in his hold the entire time. I do know that it didn't feel right, which only made me realize that I will never be able to find someone like Stiles again. He's the one for me, and I will never love someone as much as I love him. And that is why I need to do everything I can in order to save him.

Isaac sighed, "You need to help, Stiles."

"What?" I asked in confusion, but before he could answer me I blinked and I was back to sitting in the classroom. Isaac was watching me in confusion as I tried to figure out what the actual hell was happening. The class was silent apart from Mr. Murphy speaking with another student about Velocity.

I blinked as I glanced down at my notes I was supposed to be taking, only to see the words help me scribbled across it in all different directions. My eyes widened as I slammed my binder shut, praying that Isaac didn't see it. What the hell?

"Are you okay?" Isaac whispered in concern.

I nodded, "Yeah, I just fell asleep I guess."

His face scrunched up in confusion, "Kasey... you weren't asleep."

My hand shot up into the air immediately, "Mr. Murphy can I use the restroom?"

He sighed loudly, "I guess. Take a pass."

I slid out of my seat and snatched the pass off of his desk, letting my feet carry me out of the class room. I have no idea why I'm going towards the men's bathroom but I have a feeling it's because Stiles needs me. Something is wrong with Stiles, it would explain my hallucination. The hallway was empty and I was constantly glancing over my shoulder to see if the black fog would return again. Thankfully it didn't, and my trip to the bathroom was uneventful.

When I had the door pushed open, I found Stiles hunched over a sink gripping onto the sides tightly while Scott watched him in a panic. My brother spun around when he heard the door and let out a sigh of relief when he saw it was me, "Kasey thank God, help him. I think he's having a panic attack."

"This is just a dream. It's just a dream, this isn't real," Stiles wheezed as his eyes began to roll to the back of his head.

I sucked in a breath as I watched him completely unhinge, "Stiles, this is real. Okay? What do you do so you know you're not dreaming?"

"Your fingers... You count your fingers. You have extra fingers in your dreams," he panted as he glanced at me in the mirror.

Extra fingers? I've never even noticed that before... is that even true? I don't have time to question it right now, I need to help him. He can't breathe and he doesn't think this is really happening.

I held up my hands slowly, "Stiles look at me, babe-Hey! Look at me," I said loudly in order to draw his attention. He was still hyperventilating as he slowly turned his body around to face me. I held up my index finger, "One."

He swallowed as my middle finger and ring finger slowly extended, "Two... three." I then extended my pinky and thumb, "Four... five."

Stiles squeezed his eyes shut as his breathing became more labored, "Stiles! Come on, we're almost there. Six..." I said as I held up my other index finger.

"Seven... Eight..." he rasped as my fingers meticulously continued to extend. My pinky was next and I breathed out, "Nine."

As my thumb popped up we both said, "Ten."

His breathing slowed down and his eyes narrowed in confusion. He hadn't thought this was real at all; he was waiting for me to have extra fingers. I watched him silently as he let out a struggled gasp and slid to the floor, "What the hell is happening to me?"

"We'll figure it out. You're going to be okay," Scott assured him as he glanced at me uneasily. I don't know how the hell I knew something was happening to Stiles, but I did. I don't know how I knew he was here in this bathroom, but I did. And I don't know why I keep hallucinating black fog chasing me, but it keeps leading back to Stiles needing my help. Something is definitely wrong with all of us.

Stiles glanced at my brother in confusion, "Am I? Are you? Scott, you can't transform. Allison is being haunted by her dead aunt, Kasey is hallucinating and sleep walking out of the house in the middle of the night, and I'm straight up losing my mind. We can't do this... We can't... We can't help Malia. We can't help anyone."

Scott was silent as he sat down on the floor in front of Stiles and glanced at him sadly, "We can try. We can always try."

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After the whole bathroom situation, the bell rang and class ended, meaning my shit was all still in Mr. Murphy's room. So, I bid farewell to Stiles and Scott and hauled ass to get my bag so I could then head to lunch. I was still extremely strung out after not only my hallucination, but also because of how Stiles had a panic attack. I wanted to help him, like I did before, but he wouldn't kiss me. He didn't need me like he did before. He needed to know how many fingers I had so he could determine it as a dream or not.

How messed up is that?

I hiked my bag up my shoulder as I traveled down the empty hallway. I wasn't really expecting to see anyone else, but I ran into Kira as I turned towards the boy's locker room. She glanced at me and half-smiled, carrying two extra bags.

"Hey... what's up with the bags?" I asked her as I nodded my head in the direction of the bag that looked eerily similar to the one that Stiles uses...

She sighed, "Scott and Stiles left their bags and I was going to give it to them..."

I smiled and grabbed Scott's bag off of her shoulder, "You know you're extremely nice and adorable."

"Adorable? Thanks... I guess," she chuckled. I mean she was adorable, she was being so nice to us and I mean come on... she just carried two extra backpacks for people whom she just met. Kira is the definition of adorable.

My lips parted to respond to her, but the low growl that my mind immediately registered as the coyote cut me off. My body froze and every hair on my skin stood on edge. I slowly turned around and caught sight of it at the top of the stairs, eyeing Kira and I dangerously.

"Kira... go into the locker room," I said quietly as I took a side stop towards her, the coyote growled once more and I let out a gasp as it lunged at us. Kira and I both dropped our bags and made a dash for the locker room, slamming the door behind us.

She glanced around fearfully, "What do we do?! Can it get in here?"

"I don't know, maybe. Come on," I urged as I grabbed her wrist and led her to the back of the locker room, praying to God that if we hid behind the last row of lockers then the damn thing will leave us alone. Malia needs to get her shit together and move on, because showing up at the school is just ridiculous.

Kira was breathing heavily as we pressed our backs against the sleek metal of the lockers and the sound of glass shattering caused my heart to lurch in my chest. She broke through the damn window. Oh my god, she is on a damn mission. I took a deep breath and glanced around the lockers to see Malia creeping towards us, barring her teeth dangerously.

"Okay, new plan. We're gonna have to run because she's gonna eat us," I whispered as I tried to get around the locker, but before I could Malia jumped out in front of us. Kira screamed and I winced at how high-pitched it sounded. She grabbed at my arm and I knew that this is what Scott must feel like, having people rely on him to protect them when he doesn't know what the hell to do.

Before we could attempt to run, someone grabbed my other arm and I let out a scream that made Kira's sound like nothing but the whistling of the wind on a breezy spring day. My scream was close to sounding like the wailing siren on an ambulance. I thrashed around in the hold, not knowing if it was real or not, only to find Scott pulling Kira and I to safety. He pushed at the lockers and knocked them over in domino fashion, scaring Malia off.

He glanced at the two of us worriedly, "Are you alright?"

"What? Yeah, totally fine. I may have peed a little, but other than that, yeah. I'm good," I ranted as I let out a breath.

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"Kasey? Where the hell is my girlfriend?" Stiles' voice was panicked as she shoved past the officers positioned at the doorway of the locker room. Sheriff Stilinski was right behind him and he called the officers off of his son as they tried to pull him back out. I stood from my seat on the bench beside Scott to greet Stiles, God I need one of his hugs right now.

"I swear to God if someone doesn't-- oomph!" His rant was cut short as I slammed my body against his, wrapping my arms around his mid-section tightly. He let out a sigh as he gathered me in his arms and squeezed the life out of me, but I didn't mind. I needed him to hug me like this. I've had a long ass day.

Stiles pressed his lips to my forehead gingerly, "I was so worried, I didn't... You could have been... Oh my God."

"I'm fine," I mumbled against his chest.

After we were for sure that Malia had left, Scott went into Coach's office and used the PA system to call the office and report a coyote attack. Then the Police were called and now we are here. Scott had texted Stiles telling him that I was in the locker room about five minutes ago and I guess he ran all the way here from meeting with his dad.

I pulled out of the embrace and let out a sigh, "I hate coyotes just as much if not more than you do."

He smiled faintly, "I bet."

"Oh, and I think I know why she attacked us or well why she was in the school in general," I said as I walked over to the bag that Kira brought in. I had assumed she dropped both of them out in the hallway, like me, but she brought one in. And the bag had the baby doll from the car in it. Malia had ripped at the fabric and the baby's head was visible.

I walked over to it and picked it up, "I think she wanted it back."

Scott shot my boyfriend a look, "You took the doll from the car?"

"Yeah, well... I thought maybe you could use it, you know, for like her scent," Stiles mumbled as I jerked the creepy ass baby out of the bag. The damn thing looked like it could star in the next horror film about a killer baby doll.

"Where did you get that? Where did you find this?" Mr. Tate demanded as he stormed over to me and snatched the doll out of my hand. Stiles glared at him and took a step towards me; obviously he wasn't very fond with how he came at me.

He held the doll gently and looked at it sadly, "It belonged to my daughter."

Sheriff Stilinski stormed over to us and gently touched my upper-arm, "I'm sorry guys," he must have seen how Mr. Tate rushed at me and snatched the doll out of my hands, "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," he finished and he gently directed Mr. Tate backwards, but his hand hit something on his waist that he wasn't too fond of because he then pushed Mr. Tate's jacket back, revealing a hand gun.

"Holy hell..." I mumbled as I took a step back. I have never been fond of guns, they made me extremely nervous. And the fact that this temperamental and mentally unstable man has one and is somehow showing up at random crime scenes, scared the absolute hell out of me.

Mr. Tate swallowed thickly, "I have a permit."

"California schools are gun free zones, permit or no permit. You need to leave Mr. Tate. Now," Sheriff Stilinski stated evenly, successfully navigating Mr. Tate out of the locker room this time.

"You find that animal. You find that thing," Mr. Tate snapped as he stormed out of the room. Oh dear God, I have a feeling this is not going to be the last we see of that creepy man.

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"Xylazine. 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," Deaton stated as he placed the three vials of the tranquilizer on the table.

I held my hand up, "Side-note, a werecoyote? Seriously? That's actually like, her legit name?"

Deaton quirked an eyebrow, "What did you think her name was?"

"Well we called Jackson like, a lizard but he wasn't a lizard he was a Kanima. Are you telling me that Malia is an actual werecoyote?" I explained myself further. I just thought that maybe she would have a more supernatural like name. I don't know.

Scott sighed and quickly changed the subject, "Allison's a perfect shot."

"She used to be," Isaac interjected.

My brother's face held determination and hope, "She can do it."

"If we manage to find the thing," Isaac added. He was being insanely negative lately. I mean he was never Mr. Sunshine and Rainbows but he at least wasn't complaining or being pessimistic twenty-four seven.

I narrowed my eyes at Isaac, "Okay let's try a new tactic here buddy. We are going to be positive and not point out every possible thing that could go wrong."

"Maybe I'm just asking the questions here that nobody else wants to ask," Isaac stated as he held his arms over his chest defiantly.

Stiles gestured to the negative Nancy, "Okay, 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 scarf anyway? It's like 65 degrees out."

Isaac chose to ignore the comment that Stiles made about the scarf, I knew that was a low blow because for some odd reason Isaac took pride in wearing his scarves. Isaac glanced at my brother, "How do we turn a coyote back into a girl, when she hasn't been a girl for eight years?"

Scott was silent for a moment before he said, "I can do it."

"I'm sorry, what? You can do what?" I asked in confusion as I blinked rapidly.

He glanced at Stiles and I, "You remember the night that Peter trapped us in the school? In the gym, he was able to make me turn using just his voice. Deucalion did the same thing in the distillery."

"This is a werecoyote, Scott. Who knows if it will even work if you can find someone who can teach you?" Deaton stated, taking a page from Isaac's book and pointing out yet another variable in our plan that could go wrong.

Stiles sighed, "That's why you called Derek first."

Scott nodded, "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," Stiles said quietly.

Scott and I both glanced at him in confusion, Scott was a true alpha. He was about as real as an alpha can come, right? Sensing our questioning gaze Stiles groaned, "You know what I mean, an alpha that can do alpha things. You know...an alpha that can get it going. You know get it..."

"Up?" I suggested, Stiles nodded desperately, thankful that came to his rescue.

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

"I can't be the only one seeing the plethora of dirty jokes that are just waiting to be said here, right?" I chuckled as Scott shot me an annoyed look.

"Is there anyone else besides Derek who could help?" Deaton questioned.

Isaac was the first to answer, "I wouldn't trust Peter."

I nodded, "Yeah he's an arrogant two-faced asshole who I still have not forgiven for attacking me."

"Maybe the twins?" Stiles suggested off-handily.

Deaton shook his head from side to side, "They're not alpha's anymore. After what Jennifer did, almost killing them? It broke that part of them."

"Yeah, but what if they still know how to do it? I mean they had been alpha's for a while, right? And wouldn't it just be like riding a bike?" I said, once again trying to help Stiles out. His ideas are always on point but sometimes he has a problem explaining them.

"Nobody's seen them for weeks." Scott sighed.

I grinned, "Well, actually, that's not totally true."

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Hey everyone! How is your day going? I hope you are all enjoying the story so far! I'm really excited for you all to find out just how 3b is going to end for Kasey and Stiles, I personally think that the ending I have in store for you all is monumental! Again, I apologize for lack of Stasey in these past three chapters but trust me-- they will have their moment for the season and then everything goes down hill thanks to the nogistune so... yeah. Also, the little "help me" paper that Kasey wrote in Physics can be found on the side, I spent twenty minutes making it so check that out, lol. 

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