"What do you mean, 'no'?" Liam had maneuvered out from behind Hayden and approached Scott in disbelief.

"Liam, look at her," Scott reasoned, "She's too weak. It'll kill her. We don't even know what the mercury's doing to her. We don't even know if it is actually mercury. This can't be the only way to save her life."

"It saved mine."

Scott blinked, "You know, that was different. You were hanging off of a ledge."

"You promised," Liam whispered, his desperation creeping forward. "You said you'd do everything you could."

"Which is why I'm not going to do something I think is going to kill her." His breathing hitched, and quite suddenly, it became trickier to breathe properly.

"There has to be..." Another gasp. "...There has to..."

"Scott," Theo called from over by Hayden. He dug around his jacket pocket and pulled out an inhaler. Tossing it to Scott, the boy in question was grateful that at least someone was looking out for him. Inhaling the medicine deeply, he felt his body relax.

No longer focused on his breathing, he stared at Liam again. "There's another way to save her."

"Guys," Theo brought the attention back to Hayden herself. "I don't know what the statistics are for surviving a werewolf bite, but she's definitely not surviving this. We need to do something."

                                                         *****

The rain had stopped, and Stiles found himself still driving. He was aimlessly wandering the quiet streets of empty neighborhoods, trying not to think about all the times he and Scott had explored the very same streets. A brief memory of the two of them in Stiles' jeep right as he got his license arose, and Stiles had to suppress it before he broke down.

It turns out that Stiles wasn't going to be the one who broke down that evening. Trusted as she was, Stiles' jeep was the one that ended up sizzling out. Due to overheating and exhaustion, the engine began to rattle, and smoke began to come from under the hood. It filled up the engine under the hood and seeped into the cabin, sending Stiles to the side of the road and in a fit of coughs.

Angrily, and frankly fed up with everything, Stiles hopped out of the car and slammed the door shut. He walked over to the trunk and grabbed a tool kit. Slamming everything shut, he walked back over to the hood and propped it open. He opened the tool kit and stared at the line of different-sized wrenches, the largest of which was missing from its case. It currently sat in Stiles' passenger seat, covered in water and blood.

It was like reliving both situations over again. The first being Donovan, which started the downward spiral, and the second being not hours ago, when his best friend basically shunned him for accidentally killing Donovan. Although during Stiles' purposeless driving, he came to the realization that Scott never actually asked about what had happened to Donovan. He simply assumed.

Stiles grabbed at the toolbox and hurled it as far as he could away from himself and the jeep. He stomped over to the passenger door and grasped at the wrench before slamming the door shut. Taking larger steps, he prepared to throw away the wrench and never look back when he realized that it was all covered in blood. Stiles stopped, and turned back to look at the jeep. He was circulating the blame that would ultimately rest on his shoulders again, but in that moment he wished the jeep would just work, and that the entire situation with Donovan would've been avoided had he actually owned a working vehicle.

Vision turning white, he threw the wrench at the jeep, and watched with satisfaction as it hit the windshield, leaving a tool-shaped dent in the fractured glass. Sighing, and letting the anger and defeat drain him like the manholes that drained the storm that passed, he sat down next to the jeep and perched his back up against the front tire. Stiles sat there restlessly until the sun rose.

                                                         *****

Melissa headed almost directly from her shift at the hospital over to the animal clinic. Bringing with her Scott and a cooler, she instructed Scott to set everything down while she set to work.

"What's that?" Liam asked as Melissa pulled out a bag of saline solution.

"It's called chelation therapy," She answered, pulling one of Hayden's hands closer to her. "It removes heavy metals from the blood. But the problem is, is that it can injure the kidneys, and Hayden's only got one to begin with, so..." Melissa grabbed a hold of the hand and inserted a large needle into it. Hayden began to wince and sigh and as soon as she did, Melissa's wrist was locked in Liam's vice grip.

"You're hurting her," he growled.

Melissa stared up at him and calmly replied, "And you're hurting me."

Everyone looked to Scott, who's stature grew defensive as soon as his mother said those words. Liam backed off, shaking his head to seemingly clear his mind.

"Hey guys, remember we're here to save a life, not kill each other." Theo stared over Hayden as he adjusted the blanket that was on her.

"It's the full moon," Scott agreed. "We can feel it, even during the day."

"And it's a supermoon," Theo added.

"What, is that supposed to make you guys super strong? Or super aggressive?" Melissa moved the saline solution onto a pole to properly set up the IV.

"Both," Scott answered.

"Okay look, this is going to take a while, so why don't you guys just sit down and get some rest?" Scott's mom looked to all the boys.

"I'm not leaving her," Liam insisted, and Melissa nodded. Scott and Theo walked out to the front and sat in the waiting room chairs while the sunlight flooded the room.

"You know we're gonna need help with him," Theo mentioned, head leaning up against the wall but tilted over to look at Scott, who sat next to him.

"He'll be alright," Scott comforted.

"He's sixteen and in love," Theo argued back. "First love. Do you remember what that's like?"

"Yeah, trust me, I remember." All too well.

"All those emotions mixed with the supermoon. Tonight isn't gonna be good."

Scott wrung his hands in worry. "I know."

"We need help," Theo continued. "And I don't mean restraints or chains. I mean Malia, Stiles, Lydia, June. You need your pack, Scott."

Not even looking at Theo, Scott murmured blankly, "Not so sure I have one anymore."

Theo shrugged, "Let me talk to them. Let me see what I can do, okay?"

Exhaustion hitting him like a train, Scott nodded. Theo rose from his chair and headed over to the door, but looked back when Scott called out to him. "Thank you," He said. Theo nodded in acceptance, and made his way back into town.

                                                         {+}

"Go home, you guys. Stilinski isn't telling anyone where he put the bodies, and I'm pretty sure I'm not psychic." I barely registered what he was saying, I was so concentrated on staying awake. My head was leaning up against Lydia's shoulder and the two of us were back-to-back, sitting next to metal bars which were next to Jordan. He still was kind to us, despite the situation he admittedly put himself in. We had stayed with him all night, and not a thing had happened to him.

"But you're drawn to death," She argued. "Just like me."

"Does that make me a kind of banshee?" He asked, slightly curious.

"You find bodies," I answered.

"I find chimeras."

"Dead chimeras," Lydia corrected.

"So we're both harbingers of death. I should probably add that to my resume."

Not even caring in the slightest that I was interrupting whatever moment they were sharing, I countered, "Lydia's already put them on her college applications."

I jumped when my phone vibrated. I honestly thought the thing was broken, since I had received no texts during the night. Stiles never showed up to talk about how Hayden was doing and honestly I hadn't heard from any of my friends. Scott was rather purposeful after everything he had said but Malia sure wasn't.

Answering my phone, I saw that Stiles had texted me, asking for a ride. He was in an odd part of town, some neighborhood that was down a ways from where we lived. As to why he was there, I supposed I would find out when I got there.

I nudged Lydia, who was starting to really fall asleep. She hummed in response. "I have to leave," I said, standing up and stretching out my arms and legs. "I have to give Stiles a ride."

"Mm-k."

"I'll text you if something happens."

"Mm-k."

"Text me if anything happens."

"Mm-k." I smiled, redoing my hair quickly before heading out the door and to the front of the police station. Hopping into my car, I plugged in the cross streets Stiles told me he was currently at and sped off, thoughts of breakfast and coffee on the mind.

When I arrived to where Stiles was, the scene was slightly sad. A tow truck had arrived, and the guy operating it was attaching the jeep to his hook. Looking at Stiles, he seemed to be yelling at the man for scuffing something on his jeep and that was when I decided to jump into the situation. Hurriedly parking the car across the street, I grabbed my wallet and keys and briskly walked over to Stiles and the tow truck guy, who was wheeling back the jeep onto the bed of his truck.

"If you keep going that fast, it's gonna fuck up the frame-"

"Kid there's no speed setting on this, it's just how fast the cable goes."

"Well you should probably get your cable looked at, it's going to damage my jeep."

"Oh, you mean damage it even more so?" I stepped between the two men and faced Stiles. "Hey. Why don't you go wait in my car, okay? Let me talk to him."

Stiles could barely look me in the eyes before taking the keys I had handed out to him. He turned and was speedy to walk away from me. I looked over my shoulder to the tow truck operator, gesturing to wait for a moment. I jogged to catch up to Stiles and I turned him around. I flinched at how he flinched when I touched him.

"Stiles, what happened?"

"Nothing, June, it's fine."

I quirked an eyebrow, "Fine? So fine that you took a wrench to your windshield?"

"Look, June, I-"

"What happened?"

The tow truck started beeping obnoxiously loud as the man nearly finished reeling the jeep back in. Stiles sighed and stared back at me, "It's nothing, June. Don't worry about it, okay?"

"I'm gonna worry-"

"Just don't," He snapped, running a hand through his hair. "Just don't." He headed back to my car and climbed into the passenger's seat. He gazed out his window, away from the scene and from myself. Timidly, I turned back to the operator and to the jeep as he wrote a couple things down on a clipboard.

"What's the damage?"

"It's honestly a miracle this thing is up and running to begin with," He answered gruffly. "The entire engine needs drastic work, don't even get me started on the amount of duct tape that's on it."

"Is there any way it can be fixed?" I asked the towing guy, "It means a lot to him." I glanced over worriedly at Stiles, who was still sitting with a defeated expression.

The man scoffed, "It means so much he took a wrench to the windshield?" I stared blankly at him and he regained professional composure. "Sure it's fixable, but with a cost. This thing practically needs an entirely new engine and then some. It would cost less for him to just buy a new car."

I sighed as the man (whose name tag read Frank) continued to jot down notes on the jeep. Looking over at Stiles, I felt a deep sadness when I thought about his vision, and how it seemed to be falling apart in front of us. Scott wasn't talking to him for some reason, Malia was withdrawing from all of us, Lydia was occupied with Parrish and figuring out what he was, and Stiles was hiding things from me. It was exactly what he was afraid of, everyone letting themselves drift from each other. Facing that reality now, I realized just how justifiably scared Stiles was.

Something just had to go right. We needed to fix this, and maybe this was the first step.

I walked over to where Frank was switching off the cable and securing the jeep to the truck bed. I tapped him on the shoulder and he turned to me and asked what I needed.

"Who's the best mechanic in Beacon Hills?"

"You can't be serious-"

"I'm deadly serious. Who is the best mechanic in this town?"

"Well it was Rich Cooper, until he was paralyzed and crushed by a falling car... I'd say it's probably Steve Taylor's shop, down on Beechwood."

I nodded, "Okay great. Can you take this jeep there instead of the lot?"

Frank stared blankly at me, not getting where I was taking this, "Why?"

"Look," I instructed, "Take this jeep to Steve Taylor's shop, and tell him to fix the jeep. Do not touch the exterior, or upholstery of the jeep. Just return the engine to pristine quality and fix the windows. I want this thing's engine to be identical to that of a brand-new car off the line, got it? I want it purring like a kitty."

Frank laughed doubtfully, "Anything else, your highness?"

I scowled, "Yeah, I want this all done in two weeks, tops."

Frack cackled at that one, and looked at me, "Alright, we're done here. I'll see you later."

Angrily, I shoved my hand into my bag and pulled out my wallet. I fished to the back and pulled out the five hundred dollars I stored for an emergency and shoved it into Frank's unexpected hands. He stared wide-eyed down at the money.

"Call Steve Taylor now, so I can pay him in full over the phone. If he can get this done in less than two weeks, I'll give him a tip so large, he could buy a new car with it."

Frank stared at me with wide eyes and an open mouth. I rolled my eyes, "If you get the jeep there today, there might be a tip in your future."

Frank stood up straighter, "How is that even possible? You're a kid."

I gestured to the money Frank was pocketing, "A kid with an incredibly large trust fund."

Frank nodded pulled out his phone. Dialing who I'm guessing was Steve Taylor, he handed the phone over to me and I answered all the questions needed. Frank went back to his truck and dug around in his glovebox to pick out a business card. It was a bit bent and worn, but I could still read out the address and phone number for the garage he was taking Stiles' jeep to.

I shook Frank's hand and headed back to my car. I hopped in and looked over at Stiles to see a stoic expression muting his usually lively features. I sighed and started up my car.

"What took you so long?" He asked impatiently. Not liking his tone, I stared straight ahead.

"It was nothing, he just tried to overcharge me for the tow truck."

"Yeah, I'll be sure to pay you back for that."

I shook my head, "You don't need to, Stiles. I don't mind doing it."

"I get that you have a lot of money, June, but you don't need to throw that in my face."

My mouth opened slightly, "That's not what I meant, Stiles. You know that."

"Look, can you just take me home?" He dismissed, and I flinched. I started the car and made the drive to his house. He turned up the radio and looked out the passenger window the entire time, not acknowledging me once.

"Can I come in?" I asked him as we pulled up to his house. He simply shrugged and made his way inside. We climbed up the stairs in an uncomfortable silence, and I hated every second of it.

"So is there a reason you're ignoring me now after I've come to get you?" I questioned Stiles as he plopped down on his bed, staring fixatedly at the picture of Donovan on his murder board.

"Don't take it personal, I've been ignoring everyone."

"Well I'd like to think I'm not everyone," I quipped, and Stiles sat up. He didn't reply as he started unlacing his shoes.

"I'd also like to think since I'm your girlfriend you'd want to tell me what the hell happened with him that seems to be bugging you so much," I gestured over to the picture of Donovan on the board.

"Jesus, not you too."

My eyebrows rose in frustration, "Excuse me, what?"

"The last thing I need is a lecture from you about what you think happened that night, or that I went too far. I already got that lecture from Scott."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Stiles stood up to face me, "Oh don't play dumb, June. We all know how smart you are, I know you know."

"No, I don't!" I exclaimed, my frustration reaching its peak, "I don't know anything because you won't tell me! I thought we were past secrets, Stiles."

"Like you applying to Yale? Like that secret?"

My nostrils flared, "I've already told you, I did that for Ginny on a whim. You know my plans for college because you're the first person I told. I figured you'd at least extend that same courtesy to me about whatever the hell is going on with you!"

"Fine, June, you really wanna know what happened?" Stiles advanced towards me in an intimidating manner, but I refused to flinch because of his anger. "You really wanna know?"

"Of course I do."

"I killed Donovan. I killed him. He's dead because of me, I'm a murderer, is that what you wanted to hear? That your boyfriend is a murderer?"

My eyes grew wide and tears lined them. Swallowing, I asked him, "What happened?"

Stiles backed off a bit, pain in his eyes.

"Stiles," I repeated when he didn't reply, "When did this happen?"

"That night my jeep broke down at the school," He quietly explained, "Donovan attacked me, that's how I got the bite on my shoulder." His gaze went back over to Donovan's picture.

"So he attacked you, and you killed him? How?" I asked him, stepping forward.

"It doesn't matter," He muttered.

I scoffed, "Of course it matters, Stiles! It matters because he attacked you! Not the other way around. It was self-defense, you were just trying to- "

"I wanted him dead, June."

"What?"

"I wanted him dead. After he threatened my dad – I – I wanted him dead. And then I killed him."

"That's not how it happened, Stiles. That can't be- "

"That's exactly what happened," Stiles was back to yelling in my face, "I wanted him dead and now he is. He's dead, it's my fault, and Scott's right."

"Scott's right?"

"I need to stay away from everything for a bit, I think."

I was dreading where this was headed, "You can't do that. We need you – I need you. We can't stop the Dread Doctors without you."

"Not true, you're the smartest person of all of us, you don't need me."

"Don't tell me what I do and don't need, Stiles. I'll decide for myself what I need and I need you."

"Well I don't need you," He bit back harshly, before turning around to his nightstand and shuffling things around so he wouldn't have to look at my face. I wouldn't want to look at my face either, as I knew it was crumbling into sadness.

I took a shaky breath in, "I don't know what happened where you didn't think you could talk to me about all of this. But I want you to know you can always talk to me. Just – just give me a call or something," My voice climbed up an octave to keep myself from sobbing in front of him. I cleared my throat loudly, "Just give me a call when you're ready."

"I don't need to talk to you."

I flinched, tears finally falling from my eyes. Pursing my lips, I nodded. "You remember what I said before your MRI? Before you were possessed?" I saw Stiles tense up in recollection of the memory. "I said that I will always be there for you. If you don't need me then fine, but I'm always going to stick around for you. Nothing's gonna change that."

"Just go, please."

I couldn't help it, I let out a sob. I quickly covered my mouth with my hand but the damage had been done. Stiles turned around to look at me, and when he saw my face, his features softened into sadness.

"Please, June. I need you to go."

I wiped my eyes, refusing to let this break me. I stepped forward and locked eyes with the boy I had fallen so helplessly for, wondering how this went wrong so quickly and how I was so blind to see it. "Scott might have given up on you, and you might have given up on yourself, but I won't. I won't because I love you. All I can ask is that you won't give up on me – on us."

My heart shattered when he spoke, "I think I already have." It was enough to send me stumbling back into the doorway of his room. My breathing became erratic and tears were uncontrollably streaming down my face. I looked at him one last time and saw regret in his eyes, but he said nothing. He just watched the aftermath of his words, unmoving. I reached out to him then quickly thought better of it, turning abruptly on my heel.

I hurriedly walked down the stairs, letting my sobs overwhelm me and the silence surrounding me. Stopping, I gently took out the card to the repair shop and set it down on the kitchen table. Surely someone would see it walking in the house, and Stiles could at least have his jeep back. Not wanting to stay there any longer, I made my way to the front.

When I opened the front door, I heard above me Stiles yell in frustration, then something heavy crash quickly after. It took every fiber of self-control and self-respect I had to not go back inside. Instead, I slammed the door shut and hurried away. I didn't stop moving until I was safely in my car, blocks away in a random McDonald's parking lot sobbing into my cell phone as I told Ginny what had just happened.

She told me that I simply had to let everything out. Cry until I couldn't anymore and then get back to Lydia. Lydia would know what to do next and she would be a shoulder to cry on until Ginny got home from work. I did exactly that before driving through McDonald's and grabbing a large coffee and an even larger water.

By the time I had arrived back at the sheriff's station, I was a right mess. Most people might think it was something to do with fatigue, as I had been staying up all night, but Lydia knew better. When I walked back into the holding cells, she cocked her head and stood up as fast as possible.

"What the hell happened?"

I wiped at my swollen eyes, "Stiles, he - um - he-"

"He didn't."

"It was so fast, I - honestly I thought we were okay, and - and now we aren't even-" Lydia grabbed onto me and pulled me in for a hug. I broke back down into more sobs, despite thinking I had finished crying. She whispered words of comfort as she held tight. Ginny was right, as usual, Lydia would be who I needed.

I pulled away from her and looked over to Parrish, who looked uncomfortable, but concerned regardless. "I'm so sorry, I know that's totally irrelevant, and you don't really care."

He held his hands up in assurance, "Hey, we all go through heartbreak. Every one of us, I totally get it. Are you okay?"

I smiled, wiping at my eyes some more, "I'm sure I will be once we change the subject." Lydia and I both sat down by the bars while Parrish opted for the bench in his cell.

"You've said before that you want to be a historian," Parrish started, "Have you done historical work for the supernatural?"

I smiled, thankful for the temporary distraction from the ache in my chest. "Uh, yes. Yeah, I've done a few pieces."

"What's been your favorite to write about?"

I thought about it for a moment, "Either the bit on George Washington's secret six collectively being the founders of some of the oldest American covens or the piece I did on la bête, a legend about a werewolf back in France."

Jordan leaned back on the wall, "So you've known about the supernatural your whole life, then, haven't you?"

I nodded, "Pretty much, yeah."

He turned to Lydia, "And you, you've known about it for like a year?"

"More or less."

"Does it help knowing? Knowing what you are?"

Lydia responded first, "It doesn't scare me as much. That I know. Why, do I scare you?"

"Once," He confessed.

"Really?"

He walked over to the both of us, so we stood up. "It was that night I found the werewolf, the one with the talons. I thought I was gonna die that night."

"How come?" She asked.

"Because I saw you. I saw the banshee. But I guess it was a dream, or a hallucination."

"What was I doing?"

"Trying to keep me alive."

"Well sorry, but the banshee was mostly trying to stay out of the rain." He stared blankly at us. "That was the night of the storm, remember?"

"The wild hunt," I muttered casually, and both Lydia and Parrish looked to me.

"What?"

"Oh, it's something Kira was telling me. A myth about thunderstorms... Ghost riders in they sky and black dogs-" I froze, the weight of my words hitting me like a freight train. The other two in the room looked back at me in confusion as to why I stopped.

"What is it?" Lydia asked me.

"Probably nothing, but I need to go check on something. Both of you, don't move-" Parrish gave me a wary stare- "you know what I mean. Lyds, I'll text you if something comes up."

Once again, I made my way out of the holding cells and back to the front of the station. Reaching for my keys, I nearly ran into someone when I opened the front door. Glancing up, I froze, for I had almost run into Stiles.

The shattered fragments of our relationship seemed to stab me in the chest repeatedly when I stared at his face. His eyes looked like they were trying to tell me everything they possibly could while the rest of his face didn't move. There wasn't any blotchy skin, or redness around the eyes like my face surely had.

When I regained composure, I looked back up at him to see his face searching mine. His expression took on one of pity, and as soon as it did, I skirted around him and marched off. I even managed to ignore the quiet "June," that escaped his lips as he surely watched me leave.

I reached the Beacon Hills library and immediately made my way to the larger-than-normal mythology section. Brushing fingers against the titles, I found the book on western mythology and carried it over to one of the tables.

Rifling through the pages, I stopped when I landed on what I needed. "'Woden's Hunt'," I murmured. "'Also known as the wild ride or the wild hunt. A myth of devilish riders in the sky accompanied by black dogs, spectral beasts whose eyes glowed with fire. A bearer of death and guardian of the supernatural, the black dog is also known by its more common name: the hellhound.'"

So that was it. Parrish was guarding the supernatural from the normal world. He burned away any evidence, that was his job. He was supposed to keep supernatural creatures safely in the shadows. The hellhound.

"Brushing up on a bit of light reading?"

I jumped and turned around, clutching my chest, "Jesus. Theo, you scared me."

He shrugged, smiling. "Sorry, I guess I have quiet footsteps."

"Guess so."

"I was out looking for you guys, Hayden's getting a lot worse, Scott's gonna need all the help he can get with the supermoon tonight and Liam."

I nodded, "Right, the whole meditation bit is my thing."

He sighed, "Yeah, but I'm a total idiot and left my phone at the clinic while we were setting stuff up for Hayden. Do you mind if I text Mason and ask him what books on medicine we might need? For Hayden's sake?"

I had already pulled out my phone and handed it to him. He went into the messages and landed on the wrong number: on Scott's number.

"Why are you texting him to come to the library?" I read upside down. Not even looking up from the text until he sent it, he sighed.

"I asked him to meet us here."

I scrunched my eyebrows, "Why?"

He smiled, "So he can die here."

I didn't even have time to register what he said before he raised a fist and slammed it against my head. The rest went black.

                                                     *****

By the time I awoke, my watch, which was cracked thanks to Theo, read a time that was well past sundown. I flinched, the throbbing in my head taking a front seat and leaving no room for any other thoughts.

Through blurry vision, I could see a figure fast approaching through all the smoke and displays that line the room we were in. My best guess was that the room was where the Dread Doctors must have taken refuge, for all kinds of medical tools were on display as well as specimens in tanks.

The outline which was stomping towards me cleared enough for me to know that it was Theo. All I could figure out from his stature was that he was angry. Vengeful, even.

"I've never done this before, June." His figure cleared the smoke, and I noticed his claws were bared. "I know how dangerous this is, but it's a risk we have to take."

I shot up, ignoring the stars that danced across my vision, "No - no, DON'T! STOP! ST-" I hardly finished my sentence, for Theo's hand reached around my neck and his claws dug themselves into my spine. Mouth gaping open, I was immediately overcome with memories of the nemeton and the dead chimeras before I felt everything drain away. Every final bit of my sanity seemed to be funneled away through Theo's claws. Soon enough, I found myself trapped in the darkest corners of my own mind.

                                                        *****

Theo had seen what he needed to see, and angrily dragged June out to the preserve. He would get a pack if it was the last thing he did. He gripped June's arm tightly as he pulled her to where he needed to go.

Once he reached the nemeton, he threw June to the ground without so much as caring where she landed before walking over to the dead teenagers that were scattered around the base of the tree.

"Watch this, June." He didn't even notice that she couldn't hear him. "You think you lost your mind? Well WATCH THIS!" He began injecting teenagers with the green liquid that the Dread Doctors used to house the Nazi. Theo looked on in glee as they began to rise, one by one: Tracy, Corey, Josh, and finally, Hayden.

"What - what's happening?" Hayden sputtered.

"Who are you?" Tracy asked, voice scratchy.

"I'm your alpha," Theo answered back, pointing the empty syringe at all of them, "And all of you belong to me." He walked away, his newly formed pack following suit, not one of them looking at the girl slowly freezing to death on the forest floor.

If they had, they might have seen her slowly crawl to the nearest hard surface, and inscribe a sheriff's badge on it, sacrificing her fingernails in the process.

I've had part of this chapter written out for so long. Double update, cause I love you guys. Unedited. Xx.