So, by the looks of it, this part is going to be shorter than normal. I'm already almost half way through this season and only on chapter 5. Plus, there are less episodes in each part of season 5 than there is in season 3 A and B. I don't know, we'll see how we go.

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✧･ﾟ:*Riley*:･ﾟ✧

After the confrontation at the Sheriff's station, the Sheriff sorted things out with his deputies before heading out on his date. The boys and I had left around the same time, planning on going to Stiles' to watch a movie since his Dad was going to be out.

Unfortunately, we had yet to leave the parking lot. The Jeep had decided to stall again, so I was scrolling through Instagram in the backseat as Stiles tried to get the engine going.

"It's anxiety," Stiles said out of no where.

I glanced up from my phone to see that Scott had been staring at Stiles. His werewolf senses gave him the ability to sense emotions like that, something even a Sylph couldn't do.

"What is?" Scott asked as if Stiles hadn't noticed him.

Stiles turned to him, "The chemo signals? Oh, I'm well aware of how you all monitor my emotional state. With or without the abilities."

My eyes tracked to the rear view mirror to see him making eye contact with me when he said that. He was right, I wasn't about to deny that. He was my boyfriend and I cared about him, of course I'd be monitoring something like that.

When the Jeep didn't start again, Stiles punched the steering wheel in anger. The sudden burst made me jump, not expecting that.

Stiles was always the level-headed, calm one. But recently something had changed; he had changed. I just wanted him to believe that things were going to be okay, but I wasn't even sure I could believe that anymore.

"You okay?" Scott asked Stiles. His voice was so dulcet, not letting on what he thought of Stiles' outburst, which was similar to the one the night we followed Theo. The night which further solidified Scott's view that Theo was just here for the Pack.

Stiles seemed to look at himself in the mirror, deciding what to tell us. "All right."
He dug into his pocket and grabbed his phone out, unlocking it. "I got this from Braeden a few hours ago. That's the first real bit of information we've gotten on the Desert Wolf in months."

He handed his phone to Scott, who scanned the screen. "The Desert Wolf did this?"

"Yeah. And I'm the one who's been pulling on this thread."

I already knew what was on the screen, since Stiles and I had been doing this together. I couldn't imagine dying the way those people had. Malia's mother was really something else.

Leaning forward, I put my hand on his arm. "You're not the only one Stiles."

"Maybe you both need to stop, then," Scott suggested, as if it were that simple. He didn't understand, he always acted like he was so sure of everything.

"Malia wants to know who her mother is, we can't just stop," I informed him, remembering how determined I had been when I was trying to figure out who my mother had been when she wasn't around me.
"Not without her say."

Stiles tried to start the car again, this time actually being successful. Roscoe had a knack for timing, I'd give it that.

The engine turned and then we were off. We had barely gotten halfway to Stiles' house, when my phone began to ring.

Looking down, I saw that Malia was calling me. "Speak of the devil," I muttered to myself as I answered the phone. "Hey, what's up?"

"Uh, I'm not entirely sure," she replied from the other end. "It's Lydia. She found something. I can't- you guys just need to meet us here."

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Twenty minutes later, we were under a bridge that led towards the city instead of watching a movie in the Stilinski living room. Lydia and Kira had been helping Malia learn how to drive. Lydia had been navigating, and they ended up pretty far from their destination.

The prison transport truck that had been taking Donovan - the boy who had threatened the Sheriff's life - to prison had been in some sort of accident. It looked like something had attacked the van.

As we got closer to the van, the Sheriff approached us. Apparently date night would have to wait.

"Boys. Riley," he sighed as he stood before us. He knew we were going to be there, he had given up on trying to send us home from crime scenes age ago. Besides, our certain knowledge and talents were beginning to come in handy in the supernatural town that was Beacon Hills.
"Scott, you saw this kid, Donovan. He. . ."

"Is a sociopath," I completed for him.

"Not exactly what I was going for," The Sheriff corrected, before turning back to the werewolf. "He wasn't like you or Riley or anything else in this town, was he?"

Scott thought for a moment, before shaking his head, "I don't think so."

"Unless he knows how to hide his scent," Stiles pointed out.

"Well, human or otherwise, this kid might have just murdered his lawyer and mortally wounded two officers," the man informed us. "We've got an APB out on him, but you think you can find him faster?"

"I can try."

The Sheriff held out a radio to him, "All right. Keep it on channel two.

Scott took the radio from the man's hands with a small nod, before running off in search of Donovan. I glanced over the Sheriff's shoulder to see the accident.

The van had hit the cement wall, windows were smashed and I could see blood. It wasn't good; I was surprised the two officers weren't already dead.

"Dad, what if it wasn't Donovan?" Stiles ventured, examining the crime scene with a steady gaze.

The Sheriff wasn't even surprised by his son's ideas at this point. We both knew that Stiles' mind worked differently, and he was usually able to see things that we couldn't.
"I'm guessing you've already got a theory?"

"Yeah, I think I do."

Please, don't say Theo.

Believing that Theo wasn't himself was one thing, but saying that he is a murderer? Usually Stiles was right, but I didn't want his opinions of Theo to cloud his judgement.

Before Stiles got the opportunity to share his thoughts, Parrish's radio buzzed with Scott's voice. "I found Donovan. He's completely freaked out. He keeps saying some name."

Lydia, Kira and Malia had also joined us at this point, listening carefully. Lydia seemed pretty thoroughly freaked out by the fact that she had found a body yet again.

"What name?" The Sheriff asked into his walkie.

"Theo," I heard Stiles say.

There was a beep, before Scott's voice came through again. "Tracy. He keeps saying Tracy."

I couldn't help but notice that Stiles seemed somewhat disappointed by the fact that Donovan hadn't said Theo's name. He really believed that Theo was guilty, and this would've been the exact evidence he needed.

"Tracy who?" The Sheriff asked the wolf.

Scott didn't need to respond though, because Lydia knew the answer. "Stewert. Tracy Stewert."

The Sheriff and Deputy Parrish were leaving minutes later. They needed to find Tracy, and someone still needed to take Donovan to prison. They probably had to take him back to the Sheriff's station to question him about what happened in the van first.

We were all getting ready to leave, when I noticed how on edge Lydia was. I went over to Stiles, grabbing his attention.
"I think I might go with Lydia. I'll talk to you tomorrow at school?"

"Yeah, of course," he responded, kissing me gently.

As he went to walk away, I held him back. "Hey, I know you want this to be Theo, but Donovan said Tracy. Don't let him cloud your judgement, you're too smart for that."

Stiles gave a tight smile, squeezing my hand before following Scott over to the Jeep. I watched him walk, the way his shoulders seemed tense. He was so on edge and nothing I did seemed to help with that.

Biting back a sigh, I went over to my friends. "Hey, Lydia, are you okay?"

The girl gave a half-hearted shrug, "I'll be fine."

"I'm sure you will. But for now, girls night? A couple of movies and some popcorn? I know we've got school tomorrow, but-"

"I'd love that," Lydia said quickly with a grateful smile. She probably didn't want to be alone again.

I nodded, a small grin on my face. "Great. Kira, Malia, you guys in?"

Malia nodded and Kira said she would, but her parents were expecting her home. We double checked with her, but we all knew her parents; especially her mum.

So after we waited for Kira to be picked up by her parents, Lydia drove Malia and I back to her place. We did exactly as planned, grabbed some popcorn and watched some movies, and didn't talk about the supernatural even once.

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✧*:･ﾟStiles･ﾟ:*✧

The next morning, we all met out in the parking lot beside my Jeep to discuss what we were going to do about Tracy. We didn't really know what was going on, all we knew was that she had attacked that van and Lydia had seen her with claws.

I knew that wasn't the only thing certain people were trying to figure out, though. I could feel Riley watching from beside me, she wanted answers. I knew that, but I couldn't give them to her. Mainly because I wasn't completely sure myself. All I knew right now, was that I wanted to help her and Malia find the Desert Wolf.

Preferably before Peter.

"Tracy wasn't just having trouble sleeping," Lydia informed us. Tracy had gone to Lydia's mother when she was having trouble, hoping that maybe an adult would be able to solve whatever issue she was having. Apparently, it hadn't worked. "It was a real disorder. It was night terrors."

"Well, now she's the night terror," I said, leaning on the Jeep. "Especially since no one can find her."

Scott nodded in agreement; something I didn't really receive from him lately. "Okay, I know we're all tired and miserable. . ."

"To put it gently," Isaac sighed, scratching the back of his neck. "Except this kid. Who is this again?"

We all turned to Mason, who was standing there with a massive grin plastered on his face. When he noticed us all staring, he tried to stop smiling, but couldn't help himself.
"Oh. I'm sorry. I'm Mason, by the way. Sorry, this is all just mind-blowing."

"Wow," Isaac mumbled beneath his breath.

Mason began to gesture around the circle of people surrounding the hood of my Jeep. "I mean, you're a kitsune. I don't even know what that is."

"I'm still learning," Kira responded, rather awkwardly.

Shaking my head, I looked over to the boy's beta friend. "Liam, we said you could tell him. Not invite him to the inner circle."

"Uh, I'm in the inner circle?" Mason asked, seeming to get even more excited.

"No," Liam and I both replied at the same time.

Scott cut in before the conversation could get too derailed. "Guys, look, back to Tracy. She's just one lone wolf. We can find her."

"One lone serial-killing wolf," Malia added, not sugar-coating what we were getting ourselves into.

I held a hand up, "Uh, she only killed one person, you know."

"That we know of," Riley said, not meeting my eyes.

"The other two were only mauled, Ri."

Thinking, she nodded. "Okay, but what do we do when we catch her?"

"I say we put her down," Malia answered without skipping a beat.

No one said anything, all of us just looking at each other.

"Intense," Mason said, apparently taking it upon himself to break our silence.

Riley scoffed from beside me, looking around the circle. "You guys can't actually be serious right now? We've all killed or almost killed someone before, and we all were given the benefit of the doubt."

"Guys, let's just concentrate on catching her first. We'll figure out the rest later," Scott said, even though we all knew that Riley was right. But Tracy was dangerous.

"Okay, well, come and get me when you decide that killing her isn't a part of the plan," Riley told us, before walking away.

"Ri," I called after her, but she didn't stop.

Isaac turned to me, brows furrowed, "What's going on with her?"

I pulled my bag up higher on my back, before following after her, not bothering to answer Isaac. Scott was quick to follow me, stepping in front of me.

"Hey, is Riley okay?"

"I don't know, Scott," I told him honestly. "But she's right. You can't just pick and choose when you want to save people. That isn't how this works. You're the one who is always saying that."

His mouth fell open slightly, trying to figure out what to say. When he didn't reply, I walked away. Riley was already gone at this point, and I wasn't sure where she had gone.

Sighing, I ran a hand through my hair. We were supposed to be showing Malia the photos we had gotten of what the Desert Wolf had done together, but I guess I would be doing that alone.

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✧･ﾟ:*Riley*:･ﾟ✧

I know walking away was childish, but the way Scott picked and chose who he thought was worthy of a second chance was starting to irritate me. He was willing to believe that somewhere deep down Peter may have been worthy of redemption, a man who had murdered multiple people. But Tracy, a girl who went to our school and had only killed one person, her second chance was sill being questioned?

It didn't seem right.

I had skipped AP biology - probably not my brightest idea - and went to the courtyard instead. Sitting under a tree, I had been reading my book for almost thirsty minutes, when I was interrupted.

"There you are," I heard a voice sigh.

Looking up from my book, I saw my sister walking over to me. Putting my book mark between the pages, I shut the book. "I didn't know you were looking for me."

"You walked off and I could smell the frustration rolling off of you," she said as she knelt before me. "Of course I was looking for you."

I couldn't help but smile, putting my book down in my lap. "I'm fine, Mal."

"No, you're not. And I get it," she nodded quickly. "You're right. We don't kill people. But Tracy is dangerous. You have to understand that."

I ran a hand down my face, "Thank you for attempting to cheer me up, but it didn't work."

She went to reply, when both our phones starting ringing at almost the exact same time, and my anxiety began to rise slowly. I saw Stiles' name written across my screen, and I answered it quickly. "Hey, is everything okay?"

"No, it's Tracy. You need to get to the parking lot, like, right now."

I hung up right after that, Malia doing the same. I could only assume that she had received the exact same call.

"This isn't going to be good, is it?" Malia asked.

Biting my lip, I shook my head. "Knowing our track record, probably not."

Shoving my book into my bag, we both stood up and rushed to the parking lot. Stiles and Scott were there, putting Tracy into the backseat of the Jeep. At least Scott hadn't killed her yet.

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✧･ﾟ:*Riley*:･ﾟ✧

When we got to the clinic, the boys got Tracy onto the Doctor's table. He was examining her while the rest of us stood to the side.

Stiles had his arm around me, and I could feel Scott watching me. He wanted to know why I had said what I'd said to him.

The girl's breaths were staggered, a silver liquid dried on her lips as if it were her blood.

"Pupils dilate under normal conditions. Heart rate is 250. Evidence of an allogeneic skin graft on the right shoulder," Deaton reported as he looked her over. "Now, this silvery substance at her lips is not something I've seen. It almost looks like mercury."

"Can't you just give her a shot or something?" Malia asked.

"She doesn't look to be in any pain."

Malia's eyes narrowed in confusion, "I meant a shot to kill her."

I felt my eyes close as a sigh overcame me. I looked up at Stiles, whose mouth was pursed.

Deaton just looked really confused, "I generally prescribe to a code of ethics that frowns on such measures."

"Malia, you know we're not going to do that," Scott told her, his eyes drifting to me. I think he was expecting me to be grateful for his comment.

But I wasn't about to praise him for something he should have said earlier in the parking lot. It shouldn't have taken me reminding him of his own code for him to say that.

"How do you know she's not going to kill us?" Malia asked.

Stiles shifted beside me, lips pursed as he gestured to Malia, "She makes a decent point."

I felt myself take a small step to the side, enough that Stiles' arm fell from around me. He seemed hurt by the movement, jaw clenched as he turned to the vet.
"Either way, eventually I'm going to have to let my Dad know she's here."

"Agreed," Deaton said. "And while I may argue against euthanasia, I'm not opposed to a little. . . extra security."

Deaton picked up a glass vial, uncapping it before throwing his arm in a swift motion that spilt all of its contents. As soon as it hit the ground, it formed a solid line at the door. Mountain Ash.

Stiles was staring at the ash as Malia approached it. She reached a hand up, pushing against the barrier. She'd never dealt with the effects of Mountain Ash before, so the feeling must have been strange.

Deaton noticed Stiles staring, "Don't worry, Stiles. Tracy won't be able to cross a line of Mountain Ash. She's not going anywhere."

I stepped closer to the line, feeling its pressure pushing against me, like an invisible wall. It almost made a shiver run down my spine, the effects instantaneous.

Stiles eyes paused on me, before he looked to the Doctor. "Yeah, that's kind of what I'm afraid of."

"Well, you and I will be able to get out of here no problem. You three," he glanced at Scott, Malia and I. "Not so much."

"Awesome," I sighed as I walked back over to Stiles. He mumbled an apology as he put his arms around me. This time, I didn't step away. We were all on edge; I couldn't hold it against him.