"XYLAZINE. IT'S A TRANQUILIZER FOR HORSES. For a Werecoyote, expect it to work within seconds," Deaton explained to them. During lunch that day, after History, Kira was trying to find Scott to give him his backpack back (note that she only grabbed Scott's backpack) when Malia, the freaking werecoyote broke into the school and tried to kill her because Scott had the doll that they had found the previous night in his bag. Now, they were trying to hunt her down and tranquilize her and figure out what to do after that. "I only have three. So, whoever's shooting needs to be a damn good shot."

"Allison's a perfect shot. She can do it," Scott said confidently.

Isaac, always the pessimist, muttered to himself, but loud enough for everyone else in the room to hear, "If we manage to find the thing."

"Okay, what is the point of him?" Stiles asked exasperatedly. "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!"

April shrugged. "It's kind of windy."

"Look, maybe I'm asking a question no one here wants to ask. How do we turn a coyote back into a girl when she hasn't been a girl in eight years?" the Lahey boy questioned impatiently after shooting the Stilinski boy a glare and a grateful look at the blonde girl.

Scott was the one to speak up, "I can do it." When everyone eyed him skeptically, he continued with a sigh. "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," Deaton pointed out, and for the first time ever, he did not have any secrets about how to werewolf. "Who knows if it'll even work? If you can find someone who can teach you?"

"That's why you called Derek first," the sheriff's son realized. Of course, Derek had not answered any of their calls, and April did not know whether to be worried or offended.

The McCall boy nodded, and exhaled anxiously because of everything that had been happening with his powers lately. "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 informed them, and when his best friend shot him a glare, he rolled his eyes. "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 cut him off. April let out a snicker, and when Scott shot her an annoyed look, she looked down at the ground and tried to hide it with a cough even though it was obvious that she was laughing.

He groaned, "Great. I'm an Alpha with... performance issues..."

"Is there anyone else besides Derek who could help?" the veterinarian questioned with raised eyebrows. April did not know why he was asking them. He was supposed to be the expert on all this.

Isaac informed them, "I wouldn't trust Peter..." Yeah, Peter would probably end up getting all of them killed somehow.

"Maybe the twins?" Stiles offered.

"They're not Alphas anymore," Deaton said while shaking his head. "After what Jennifer did, almost killing them? It broke that part of them."

The blonde furrowed her eyebrows because the twins were still a possibility. "Couldn't they still know how to do it? Just because they can't doesn't mean they can't teach Scott."

"Nobody's seen them for weeks," the McCall boy pointed out, and everyone's shoulders slumped in defeat.

Stiles contradicted him quickly, perking up and causing the rest of them to turn their attention on him. "...Actually, that's not totally true."

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APRIL WAS WITH ALLISON AND ISAAC IN THEIR APARTMENT. They were currently filling the darts with the tranquilizer fluid. She actually had no idea how to do any of it, so she was just watching so that she did not mess anything up. The Argent girl looked up at Isaac for a second while sticking the syringe in the bottle. "Do you think you can hone in on Malia? If not, we're going to be in the woods for a very long time..."

"I've got a pretty good lock on her scent. It's actually kind of strong," the Lahey boy informed them.

Allison furrowed her eyebrows, wondering what could be so strong if he had not come in contact with the girl. "What is it?"

"Pee," he answered, causing her to smile a little bit. April was not paying attention to the conversation, however, because she was focused on something in the corner of the room. There was a shadow that looked awfully human-like coming from somewhere in the closet. She gasped slightly when the shadow lifted its hand up to reveal the silhouette of a knife. "You okay?"

The blonde girl snapped out of her trance to see both Isaac and Allison looking at her in concern. She looked back to the corner, but the figure was gone. She nodded slowly. "Uh, yeah. I'm fine. Let's get this show on the road."

"Anyone else think we might be doing more harm than good?" Lydia questioned as they all climbed out of their respective cars in the woods to hunt down the girl that had been a coyote for the past eight years of her life.

Scott sighed, trying to justify it, "We're trying to keep a father from killing his own daughter."

"Actually..." Isaac started, and Stiles was already rolling his eyes. "...we're trying to keep a guy from killing a coyote, who is actually his daughter...who we don't know how to change from a coyote back to his daughter."

"Again with the not helping!" the Stilinski boy exclaimed aggressively, and the Lahet boy shot him a sarcastic smile and nod.

Ignoring them, the McCall boy turned around to look at Allison with raised eyebrows, making sure she got the tranquilizers set up and everything. "Did you bring it?" In response, she just reached into the trunk of her car and pulled out the gun that she had loaded the darts into and held it up.

"Man, you look really badass right now," April whispered, causing Isaac to chuckle and the brunette to shoot her a thankful look, not really sure how to react to that. Then, all of a sudden, a gunshot rang out in the distance, causing them all to turn toward it and realize that they needed to get moving.

Isaac, Allison, and April were on the hunting duty, and they were following the gunshots mostly so that they could stop Tate from doing something he would regret. Isaac was sprinting, and the two girls were struggling to keep up with his werewolf abilities. "Isaac, wait!"

All of a sudden, a pained scream came from him, causing the girls to speed up. They saw him kneeling on the ground, and they rushed toward him to see that his leg was stuck in some sort of trap. There was blood dripping down his legs. April gasped, putting her hand to her mouth in shock, "Oh, my God."

"Allison... there he is..." the Lahey boy breathed out, and they looked up to see Tate standing about twenty yards away from them, pointing his gun at what appeared to be Malia with the doll in her mouth. "Hit Tate. Use the tranq on him, okay?"

"Okay..." she responded, and she whispered the Argent code underneath her breath. "Nous protégeons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger eux-mêmes" Then, she pulled the trigger, and seconds later, Tate fell to the ground. She then turned the scope to look for Malia, but she was nowhere in sight. "Isaac... she's gone..."

"You go find her. I'll stay here with him," the Sharpe girl told her.

The brunette nodded quickly before confirming, "Okay." Then she sprinted off into the woods in search for the werecoyote.

"What do you need me to do?" April asked Isaac, turning back to him holding his leg and trying to figure out how to get it to release him. "How can I help?"

"Just distract me for a second," he told her, and it was clear that he was hurting a lot. She glanced down at the blood coating his leg and wished she could do more to help.

She was freaking out more than he was, so she asked him, "How do I do that?"

"I don't know. Do something." That was not very helpful because he could have wanted her to jump up and dance like a monkey for all she knew. Finally, after a moment of thinking, he suggested, "Tell me a funny story."

"Uh...I don't have any stories," she said. She definitely did have stories, but she was just in panic mode, so nothing came to mind.

He groaned, "Make one up."

"Do I look like Dr. Suess?" she questioned, and she realized that that was not the time to be making jokes. She just really could not think of anything to do. She was really bad under pressure.

"Will you just do something?" he asked, and he was surprisingly polite for someone that had a bunch of tiny knives in his leg. Sweat was dripping down his face now as he clenched his teeth. "I'm in a lot of pain right n—"

He was suddenly cut off by her lips against his. He stopped moving so much for a second, partly because of the shock before leaning in to kiss her back. Her hands were on his cheeks as she pulled him closer. She pulled away after a second, put their faces were still really close, and her hands lingered. "Did that help?"

"Yeah, that helped a lot," he breathed out, and for a second he seemed to forget about the pain. That was until a loud roar echoed through the forest, and the Sharpe girl backed up just in time for Isaac to yell as he was able to get himself free of the trap, empowered by Scott's roar.

He fell forward into April's arms, and they both breathed heavily as they stared at each other, both trying to process everything that just happened. The blonde looked down when she felt her phone buzz and read the text. "It's from Stiles. They got Malia."