Poor Stiles.

Dylan O'Brien was awesome in this season though. His acting was next level amazing.

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Scott and I stood down the other end of the hall as Stiles and his dad spoke. The Sheriff had been called as soon as the animal - Malia - was spotted.

Stiles said he wanted to talk to his dad alone first. They had been having trouble communicating lately, and he wanted to make sure his dad was still on our side.

"A couple of students said they saw it running across the field and back into the woods," Sheriff Stilinski told his son, hand on the boy's shoulder. "Thank God, nobody got hurt."

Scott and I hung back, listening in to the conversation from afar. I didn't want to listen in on them, but Stiles asked.

"What happens if she does hurt someone?" Stiles questioned him.

The Sheriff sighed heavily, looking ahead, "Most likely they'll have to put it down."

"Put her down?" Stiles emphasised the word her, making sure his father understood. "Dad, try not to forget there's a girl in there, one that you'll be killing."

When the Sheriff didn't stop, I noticed Stiles' shoulders droop. "Come on, you aren't back to not believing, are you?"

The Sheriff turned on his heel sharply, his face set in stone. "I believe there are a lot of things I don't understand yet," he whispers. "But that doesn't mean that everything and anything imaginable is suddenly possible."

Stiles glimpsed at us over his father's shoulder. Making sure we were still there, I guess. He looked worried that everything with his dad was backtracking, and that he wasn't going to believe us anymore.

"Now," the Sheriff continued. "Are you one-hundred per cent sure that this is a girl and not an animal?"

"Yes," Stiles replied without hesitation. "Because Scott's sure."

When the Sheriff remained silent, Scott looked down the hall to Scott and I, before turning to face the opposite direction. "Scott, Riley, have you guys been listening?"

The Sheriff looked over to us after Stiles asked, and we both nodded. Mister Stilinski half-sighed, before turning back to his son. "All right, let's get this figured out. Come on."

♡♢♤♧

I stood waiting outside of the locker rooms as Scott waited for Kira. She seemed to feel more comfortable around him, and I didn't want to make things weird or anything.

But when Stiles went rushing through the door with a backpack, I decided that I should put that aside. He looked to both of us as Scott stood up. "I think I know what she was looking for."

He unzipped the bag to reveal a dirty, child's doll. It was rather creepy if I were to be honest.

Scott sighed and let his head loll to the side. "You took the doll from the car?"
He didn't seem surprised, just disappointed; like a parent.

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

Just as Stiles was about to reply a shocked, almost angry voice spoke from the doorway, "Where did you get that? Where did you find this?"

Mister Tate walked over and snatched the doll away from Stiles, causing him to step back in shock. He looked down at the doll, his eyes softening, "It belonged to my daughter."

None of us knew how to react. But thankfully, the Sheriff came to our rescue, apologising to us as he stepped in between us and the distraught man.
"Mister 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."

The Sheriff placed a hand on Mister Tate, beginning to guide him out the door when he stopped all of a sudden. Mister Tate breathed a sigh, before focusing on the Sheriff. Something had happened.

Mister Stilinski moved Mister Tate's jacket aside, to reveal a gun holstered at his hip.
"I have a permit," Mister Tate defended through gritted teeth.

But Mister Stilinski wasn't having it. "California schools are gun-free zones, permit or no permit. You need to leave, Mister Tate. Now."

The man stuttered and stumbled for words to reach his lips as the Sheriff guided him out of the locker room once more. "You find that animal," he basically begged. "You find that thing."

There was so much spite in his voice, I couldn't almost feel it like acid on my skin. If we didn't find Malia soon, then Mister Tate might just kill his own daughter.

♡♢♤♧

As soon as school was out, we headed straight to Doctor Deaton. We knew that the veterinarian would have the answer because he usually did.

"Xylazine. It's a tranquilliser for horses," the doctor explained to the four of us as he sat three small vials of xylazine on the metallic table. "For a werecoyote, expect it to work within seconds. I only have three. So whoever's shooting, needs to be a damn good shot."

Scott stood next to the doctor as I stood beside Stiles, and then Isaac across from us. Allison was here, but then Scott had sent her to get a gun that we would be able to shoot Malia with the tranquilliser with.

"Allison's a perfect shot," Scott informed Doctor Deaton.

Isaac butted in, correcting Scott. "She used to be."

"She can do it."

"If we manage to find the thing."

Wanting to stop the back and forth before someone took it a step too far, I decided to speak before Scott could retaliate. "How about we all just take a step back, okay? I'm sure Allison will be able to handle this."

"Okay," Stiles added, suddenly joining the conversation. "But, what is the point of him?"
He pointed at Isaac, in case anyone was somehow unaware of who he was referring to at that moment.

From one debate to another. I only hoped Stiles wasn't trying to start something because of what Isaac and I used to have.
"Stiles," I sighed.

"Seriously, I mean, what is his purpose? Aside from the persistent negativity and the scarf? What's up with the scarf anyway? It's sixty-five degrees out."

Isaac smirked as he bit down on his lip, glancing at the navy scarf sitting around his neck. Stiles had a point, but I wasn't about to voice that opinion.

"Look, maybe I'm asking a question no one here wants to ask," Isaac told us all. "How do we turn a coyote back into a girl, when she hasn't been a girl for eight years?"
Again, point to Isaac.

Scott took a moment to answer, but when he did, he seemed sincere. "I can do it."

"You can?" Stiles asked, stepping away from his Isaac interrogation.

"You remember the night that Peter trapped us in the school?" When Stiles and I nodded, Scott continued. "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," Doctor Deaton reminded Scott. "Who knows if it'll even work if you can find someone who can teach you."

Stiles blinked a couple of times, realisation coming to him. "That's why you called Derek, first."

Scott sighed as he nodded, "Yeah, I could try it on my own. But right now, I'm too scared to even change into just a werewolf."

My boyfriend dragged his hand down the side of his face in thought. "We need a real Alpha." Scott's gaze swung over to him as if offended by the insinuation.
"You know what I mean. An Alpha who can do Alpha things. You know, an Alpha who can get it going. You know, get it-"

"Up?" Isaac completed.

I scoffed, drawing a smile from Isaac. When Stiles looked down at me, I coughed, covering up the previous sound.
Stiles looked like he was considering jumping the table to grab Isaac by the throat.

Thankfully, Scott continued with the conversation. "Great. I'm an Alpha with performance issues."

Doctor Deaton acted as if nothing had happened, not caring for any childish antics that were occurring within our group. "Is there anyone else besides Derek who could help?"

"I wouldn't trust Peter," Isaac said.

I shrugged, "There's always the chance that we could. . . influence him to help?"

"No," Stiles said rather quickly. One look at his face and I knew exactly what he was thinking. The night that I had coerced an answer out of Peter about what I was. The night I had almost killed a man.
"Maybe the twins?" Stiles suggested instead.

"They're not Alphas anymore," the Doc informed us. "After what Jennifer did, almost killing them? It broke that part of them."

"Yeah, but what if they know how to do it?" Stiles explained further.

Scott looked like he was considering it, but then his shoulders dropped a bit further. "Nobody's seen them for weeks."

Biting my lip, knowing she'd kill me if I said anything, I ran a hand through my hair. "Well. . . not 'nobody', exactly."

Scott almost looked confused; before he realised who I was talking about.

♡♢♤♧

Stiles, Scott and I drove with Lydia over to Derek's apartment. Lydia wasn't impressed that I had told the boys about Aiden and his brother. Unfortunately, I had to put that certain promise aside for the greater good.

The apartment was dark when we walked in, which confused us all, even Lydia. "They said they'd meet us here."

"And they agreed to this time?" I asked her.

Just as she was going to answer, we heard someone grunt in pain. Spinning on my heel, I saw Scott flying to the ground, landing hard on his side. The twins stood in the doorway, the ones responsible for Scott being on the ground.

Stiles grabbed me and Lydia by an arm each, dragging us both out of the line of fire as the twins made their way towards Scott again.

One of them grabbed him, while the other punched him in the head. Then they swapped, taking turns delivering blows to his head and stomach.

Not five minutes later he was on the ground, blood dripping from his nose steadily. He had finally had enough, groaning as he rolled to his side. "I thought you guys were gonna teach me to roar."

"We are," one of the twins said. I honestly still didn't know which one was which. "You do it by giving in."

"Giving in and letting go. That's how Deucalion taught us to control," the other twin said. I still had no idea who was actually talking.
The twin then grabbed Scott by the collar and lifted him to his feet.

"Hey, you know, that's funny. I've actually tried something like this one time using a heart monitor and lacrosse balls," Stiles told the twins. "But you're right, beating the living crap out of him is probably a lot better."

Putting a hand on his shoulder, I got him to take a step back, "Not the time, Stiles."

"Sorry."

"That's actually the plan?" Scott asked the twins, his voice packed with scepticism. "You kick my ass?"

"You're afraid to turn. We're going to make you. You turn. Then you kick our asses," one of the twins explained.

"And then you roar," the other boy said, completing the thought process. This twin then brought out his fangs and claws and roared at Scott.

The first twin watched Scott trying to focus, "You don't think you can let go with us? You think you're going to hurt us?"

"Come on, McCall. Give it your all. We can always heal."

Scott finally began to fight back, but I saw no glow in his eyes and no fierceness in his movements. He was still afraid to change.

The twins kept punching him, egging him on. "You're an Alpha. You want to roar like one, you've got yo give in full throttle. You've got to be the monster. Become the beast. Become everything you're afraid of."

"That's what gives you power," the other twin added. "It gives you strength."

Scott took a swing, but it was weak. One firm punch to the spine and he was on the ground again, groaning in pain.
"Get up, Scott. C'mon, Scott. Get back up," I muttered beneath my breath.

"Giving into it doesn't make you the bad guy."

The twins both remained calm as they spoke to him. "So long as you can control it."

"Sometimes control's overrated."
Well, at least one of them was being calm. And now I knew who was who.
Aiden kicked Scott hard in the ribs, drawing more blood from the boy's mouth.

"Come on, Scott. Fight back," I heard Stiles say. I grabbed his hand, squeezing it softly. He was just as worried for Scott as I was right now.

"What if I can't control it?" Scott got out through his mouthful of blood. "What if I can't turn back?"

"Then it takes over. You become Malia. you get further and further away from being human. You turn into an animal. Or worse," Ethan told him.

"You turn into Peter," Aiden snarled.

This is what finally caught Scott's attention. He stood up and wiped the blood from his mouth as he growled. Scott charged towards them, only to be grabbed and slammed onto the table by Aiden.

The ex Alpha held himself above Scott, beginning to punch the True Alpha in the face. Scott didn't say anything, just groaned with each hit.

Finally, Ethan walked up and grabbed his brother's arm. Aiden growled at his brother, "What? I thought we were helping him."

"You help too much," Ethan replied. He was always the more level twin, who knew the more convenient way to deal with a situation.

Aiden climbed off the table steadily, and we all watched Scott. Blood was running from both his nose and his mouth, but he didn't seem to notice. He just looked disappointed.

♡♢♤♧

"Thanks for the ride home," I told Stiles as we pulled into my driveway. He hadn't spoken much since leaving Derek's apartment. I was about to get out of the car, but he still hadn't answered. "Stiles? Is something wrong?"

His hands regripped on the steering wheel and he shook his head. But I knew him better than that. I shut the door and shifted in my seat, staring at him. I raised my eyebrows expectantly, waiting on him to answer my question.

He let his head fall back against the headrest as his hands let go of the steering wheel. "Isaac still likes you," he said quietly.

"No, he doesn't, Stiles." I almost laughed, but I knew that wouldn't improve the situation.

Stiles almost scoffed as he lolled his head to the side to stare at me. "Come on, Riley, you're not the stupid type. Anyone could see it."

"And you're not the jealous type," I bit back. "At least, I didn't think you were."

"I am not jealous," Stiles said, actually scoffing this time, his voice acting as if this were a joke.

"Than what, Stiles? Do you not trust me?"

"Of course I trust you. It's him I don't trust," he exclaimed.

I grabbed the handle and wrenched the door open. Stiles put the car into park and quickly copied me, following me as I rushed to my door.

"Riley, come on. You asked what was wrong, why are you mad at me?"

I turned to face him, my anger shown in the air growing thicker around us. "To not trust him is to not trust me, Stiles. I'm not going to let him do anything, so where is the issue?"

Noticing the wind blowing through his hair and the leaves swirling around our feet, Stiles stepped closer. I was shocked to see him do so, considering he could get hurt.

"You're right," he admitted. "You're right, and I'm sorry. I'm a jerk. I just don't want to lose you. Not to your ex. Not to anyone. I've lost enough people."

I felt some of my anger lower at his words, the leaves around us fluttering to the ground. "Stiles, I need you to believe me when I say, that even if Isaac does still have feelings for me - and that's a big if - I love you, Stiles. Only you."

"I know," he mumbled. "I love you, too."

He went to step closer, but then I took a step back. "I think we shouldn't keep talking about this tonight. I think you should go home, Stiles."

Stiles didn't seem surprised as he looked down. "Okay. Yeah. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

I didn't wait to watch Stiles leave, going into my house and straight to my room. I shut the door in frustration, dropping my bag on the ground.

"Trouble in paradise?" a voice chuckled.

Turning around quickly, I felt my chest tighten, seeing Isaac sitting at my desk.