"𝙄𝙨𝙖𝙖𝙘, 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙮𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨𝙨."

Noah frowned deeply as he held up a small mirror, fixing up his hair while he twisted his head back and forth. He was all dressed up for the date he had coming up and Meilani, Stiles and Scott had all gone to the station to give him some encouragement since Stiles mentioned that he thought Noah was nervous about the date. It was his first date ever since Claudia passed away and Meilani didn't even hesitate to say yes when Stiles brought up the idea of heading down to the station. 

"I should have gotten a haircut," Noah huffed into the mirror, lowering it slightly when Stiles stepped up in front of him.

"Well, you know someone your age should be happy you still have hair to cut," Stiles offered, gesturing to his father's hair. It only earned him an elbow in the side from his girlfriend who narrowed her eyes at him, instantly shutting him up.

"I think you look great," Scott chimed in, smiling brightly at Noah to try and bring his spirits up while Meilani nodded in agreement.

"Well, thank you, son I should have had," Noah said, ignoring Stiles' noise of protest as he spastically gestured to himself that he was still stood in front of his father. His smile had instantly dropped and he began to tug at his tie, a look of unsureness passing across his face. "Oh, what the hell am I doing? This is a terrible idea."

Stiles quickly shot his hands out and stopped Noah from screwing up his tie, fixing it up for him so that it rested neatly against his throat again. "What, Dad . . . Dad, it's one date. The town of Beacon Hills won't implode while you are out with one woman. Or man."

Noah shot his son a look, straightening out his blazer that he'd messed up when trying to pry off his tie. "It's a woman, Stiles. A very beautiful woman."

"What beautiful woman, by the way?"

"None of your business. Any of you," Noah replied, pointing a finger between the three teens and his eyes flickered over to Meilani. "Especially you, missy. No listening in."

Meilani merely held her hands up in defense and shrugged. "True Alpha hearing who, am I right?"

Before Noah could shoot a witty remark back to her, a boy's voice boomed from the station and called out for Noah. The four all turned their attention to outside Noah's office where Parrish and another deputy held a dark haired and dark eyed boy in their grips that looked to be around Meilani, Stiles and Scott's age. He fought against the two deputies' grip as the four made their way out into the station and the boy's eyes only darkened once they landed on Noah who stood in front of the three teens almost protectively.

"Stilinski! I'm going to kill you," the boy growled at the sheriff, being pulled back by Parrish and the other deputy when he tried to take a step forward. His own attorney even tried to press a hands to the boy's chest to try and simmer him down.

"Donovan, if you think that shocks me, remember it was well-documented in your Anger Expression Inventory. Deputies, escort the prisoner out," Noah instructed, motioning to the back door behind Parrish and the deputy that would lead out to the vans in the back parking lot.

"I'm not angry like I'm gonna throw a brick through your window. I'm angry, like I am going to find you, I'm going to get a knife and I'm going to stab you with it until you're dead. When you look at me and ask me why, remember right now because this is why."

Meilani felt her own blood boil as she heard Donovan threaten Noah the way he had. She knew that the boy probably would never get to do it, especially if he was headed off to jail for however long he got. However, that didn't stop her protective side from switching on over the man that had become a second father to her when Rafe walked out. Even before Rafe walked out, Noah and Claudia had always treated Meilani like their own and Meilani would be damned if she ever let anything happen to Noah. 

"Wow, that was awesome," Stiles quipped, crossing his arms across his chest. "That was awesome. That was great, really. We do one more? Give us another one, maybe like Christopher Walken this time, you know." He didn't even flinch when Donovan narrowed his gaze at Stiles in an unamused manner. "Okay, you know what? It's fine. You will have plenty of time to work on it when you're rotting in your tiny, little cell. Just stuck there forever."

Donovan's lips twitched in a dark smirk and he turned like he was going to finally let Parrish and the other deputy escort him out. At the last second, he whirred around to try and throw himself at Stiles but Meilani quickly stood in front of her boyfriend protectively and Donovan was restrained once again by the two deputies that held him. Meilani had a stare off with Donovan, practically daring Donovan to try and hurt her boyfriend and she had half a mind to flash her Alpha eyes at him to freak him out. Not that she was stupid enough to expose herself like that in front of the other deputy, Donovan and the attorney who didn't know about the supernatural.

"Get him out of here!" Noah barked, at his patience's end with Donovan.

Meilani wiggled her fingers at Donovan as he was hauled away by the two deputies and she didn't fully relax until she heard the doors of the station shut behind him. She was tugged into Stiles' side and he pressed a soft kiss to the side of her head while he mumbled that he was okay into her hair.

"What the hell is an Anger Expression Inventory?" Scott asked after a long beat of silence.

"It's a test you take when you're applying to become a deputy," Stiles sighed, his hand rubbing up and down on Meilani's back. Meilani wasn't sure if the action was to soothe her or him.

"Wait, that guy wanted to be a cop?" Scott balked, his wide eyes bouncing between the station doors and Stiles.

Meilani chewed on the inside of her lip and glanced in the direction Donovan had been hauled out of. "At least he's getting the full law enforcement experience."

After Noah had finally left for his date with the mystery woman, the three teens had made their way out to Roscoe so they could get something to eat before Stiles took Meilani and Scott home. They all sat in the Jeep while Stiles continuously turned the key in the ignition and it continued to sputter and groan without turning on. Almost exactly like it had the night before when Meilani showed up to find Liam and Stiles tracking down Theo.

"It's anxiety."

Meilani furrowed her eyebrows and her eyes focused on Stiles who slammed his hands on the wheel in frustration with the car. She glanced over her shoulder to Scott who sat in the back and the boy merely shrugged, not knowing what Stiles meant by that. Her gaze flickered back to her boyfriend who sat back in his seat and tugged a hand through his hair. "What is?"

"The chemo signals? I saw your nose twitch, Meilani," Stiles grumbled, lolling his head to the side to see the surprised look cross his girlfriend's face. "Yeah, don't think I'm not aware that you, Isaac, Liam and Malia all monitor my emotional state. I'm actually kind of shocked about Isaac doing it, but . . . I know he does it, too." He leant forward again to try and start Roscoe, but it just sputtered again and Stiles growled in frustration, punching the wheel a second time.

Meilani sat up straighter in her seat when the anxiety and frustration only came off thicker from Stiles and her eyes softened at the sight of her boyfriend so visibly distraught and tense. She hadn't seen him this tense since the Dead Pool. "Babe, you okay?"

Stiles exhaled heavily and tugged his phone out from his pocket, unlocking it and pulling something up for Meilani and Scott to look at. When it was handed to Meilani for her and Scott to view together, the twins saw it was a photo of a mauled up body that couldn't even be identified any longer with how horrifically it had been torn up. "Alright. I got this from Braeden a few hours ago. It's the first real bit of information we've gotten on the Desert Wolf in months."

"The Desert Wolf did this?" Scott whispered, not being able to tear his eyes from the gory image.

"Yeah and I'm the one that's been pulling on this thread."

Meilani's face fell at the thought of Stiles getting himself hurt because his sleuthing would get him put in a position not even she could save him from. Her worried eyes lifted from the screen that illuminated her face in the dark car and she glanced at Stiles. "Babe, I think you should stop."

Stiles shrugged and took the phone back from Meilani when she extended it out to him. "No, it's not up to me."

Meilani slumped in her seat and banged her head lightly back against the back of the seat. She knew that Stiles had felt guilty about lying to Malia for as long as they had and offered to help her find her mother. Or at least, help Malia find any information that he could on the Desert Wolf so that Malia could try to find her. Another reason Stiles' stress levels had raised as of late.

Stiles had driven the Jeep barely ten feet from the station when he had gotten a call from Noah about needing him to bring Meilani to a crime scene that was under the overpass on the highway. By the time they had arrived, four police cruisers already sat at the head of the crime scene with three wooden gates placed in front of them to stop any other cars from continuing on that way. The smell of blood was heavy in the air when Meilani hopped out of Roscoe and she passed by the attorney on the gurney, blood smeared all over him while an oxygen mask was placed over his nose. 

"Guys," Noah called, walking to meet the trio in the middle of the crime scene. "Meilani, you saw this kid, Donovan. He . . . he wasn't like you, right?"

Meilani shook her head and stuffed her hands into the pockets of her sleek leather jacket. "Um, no. I didn't get a scent off him or anything."

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

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

"I can try," Meilani promised Noah, taking the walkie talkie Noah held out to her gently.

"Alright. Make sure to keep it on channel two."

Meilani shot Scott and Stiles an assuring smile that she'd be okay before she turned and took off in the direction that she'd came in. She leapt over a tall wall out of the sight of others and dropped down onto the dumpster on the other side, flipping off it with her alpha red eyes glowing in the darkness. She took a moment to try and locate the same scent she'd gotten off Donovan at the station and took off at a run again when she'd caught it a few yards away. The scent had lead her to a wearing down abandoned building and Meilani cautiously stepped inside, keeping her eyes and ears trained for any scent or sound that would lead her to Donovan.

After taking a mere three steps into the building and scanning the area, a yell sounded behind Meilani and she'd turned around in time to catch Donovan who flung himself at her. She grabbed him by his biceps and flung him over her back and sent him crashing to the ground. The true alpha stood above the frightened boy who held his chained up hands in front of him to protect himself in case Meilani attacked him. She blinked in momentary shock as she took in the sight of the shaking and frightened Donovan before her and swiftly took out the walkie talkie to radio Noah.

"Meilani, is that you?" Parrish's voice sounded through the walkie talkie when Meilani pressed the call button on the side to alert the other side that wanted to talk.

"Yeah, I found Donovan. He is completely freaked out. He keeps saying some name," Meilani informed, hearing Donovan begin to mumble to himself while she spoke to Parrish. "He keeps saying Tracy."

"Tracy who?" Noah asked Meilani over the radio who had blanked on the name.

"Stewart. She's talking about Tracy Stewart."

"Tracy wasn't just having trouble sleeping. It was a real disorder. It was night terrors," Lydia explained to the pack early the next morning. The pack stood together in the back parking lot of the high school where the buses usually parked with the Jeep parked in between them while they stood around it.

Stiles scoffed softly and leant his arms on the roof of the Jeep while Meilani, Malia, and Liam all stood on either side of him. "Well, now she's the night terror. Especially since no one can find her."

Meilani yawned quietly and rubbed a hand over her face, not having slept properly the night before. It was yet another night she'd been up late with her mind racing over what could be happening in Beacon Hills. Between Donovan being frightened over Tracy Stewart and then whatever was going on with Theo, Meilani was starting to feel the weight of the world start to creep up on her again. A feeling she hadn't had in months and was actually enjoying not feeling like every step she took was harder and harder to do thanks to the weight. "Okay, I know we're all tired and miserable . . ."

The pack all turned to the new comer who stood on the other side of the Jeep with Lydia, Scott, Isaac and Kira. Mason's wide and curious eyes peered around the group with a sense of excitement coursing through him. He had been clued in to everything going on the night before by Liam after Mason saw Liam shift when an enemy appeared at the high school when Liam stopped there to apologize for missing out on their gym session.

"Except for you," Meilani finished, her eyes landing on the bouncing boy.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Mason laughed nervously, standing up straight again and scratching the back of his neck. "This is all just mind-blowing. Kira's a Kitsune. I don't even know what that is."

Kira smiled awkwardly and wrapped her arms around herself while Scott wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "I'm still learning."

"Liam, we said you could tell him. Not invite him to the inner circle," Stiles whined, turning to Liam with an exasperated expression.

"I'm in the inner circle?" Mason questioned excitedly, a bright smile taking over his face.

"No," Stiles and Liam snapped at him in unison.

Isaac rolled his eyes and crossed his arms across his chest, deciding to move past the fact that they now had another member of the pack to constantly worry about. "Look, back to Tracy. She is just one lone wolf. We can find her."

"One lone serial killing wolf," Malia reminded.

"She only killed one person, you know. The other two were mauled," Stiles corrected, instantly rolling his lips into his mouth when everyone gave him a pointed look. "Alright, alright. What do we even do with her when we catch her?"

"I say we put her down," Malia suggested almost instantly, earning looks of approval from everyone but Meilani. As usual.

Meilani ran a hand through her curly brown hair and sighed. "Guys, can we just focus on catching her first. We're not killing anybody, but we'll figure it out later."

Before the pack could focus on Tracy, they had to focus on the school day first and it had actually started off well. Meilani had been sat in AP Biology with Kira, Scott and Lydia where their tests had been handed back to them. Thanks to the study session Meilani had with Kira, Scott and Lydia two nights prior to the test, Meilani and Lydia had both gotten ninety-fives on the test as they both missed the same question and not giving enough description on the answer so they lost some points. Her eyes drifted over to Scott when he got his own test back and grinned proudly at him when she saw that he had gotten an eighty-six on his test.

"I see where your priorities lie, Scott. Since you have such a grasp on the subject, how about you lead us in a review of last night's reading," Mrs. Finch said, leaning against the front of her desk.

Scott shifted slightly on his stool, not having gotten through the whole reading since he'd been out so late with Stiles and the girls who had been at the crime scene since Lydia had been the one to call in the accident in the first place. He had just hoped he'd read enough to appease Mrs. Finch.

Meilani, who hadn't even read anything at all the night before because she'd crashed the second she'd gotten home, quickly flipped open her textbook and notebook to try and copy down any notes she thought were necessary. Just as she got her notebook open to a clean page, she noticed Liam poke his head in and his puppy dog eyes landing on Meilani who furrowed her eyebrows at him. 

Liam stepped out slightly in the doorway and tried to gesture for Meilani to step out into the hallway with him. He puffed out his cheeks when Meilani tried to shoot him a silent look that said she'd talk to him after class. When she saw how desperate he seemed, Meilani quietly exhaled and subtly pointed to her eat for him to just tell it to her from the hallway so she could pretend to be invested in the class. He stepped back to press his back to the wall again and whispered low enough for no one else in the hallway to hear, but he knew Meilani could hear him loud and clear.

"She's here. She is in History class right now. Tracy. She's here."

Meilani internally groaned and whispered back to Liam to pull the fire alarm and she'd pretend to need the bathroom. Thankfully, Mrs. Finch liked Meilani and allowed the girl to step out of the room to go to the bathroom. The true alpha slipped out of the room and was tugged in the direction of the history classroom by Liam. Mr. Yukimura was stood at the front of the classroom when Meilani and Liam pushed their way into the room through the horde of students that tried to leave the room, thinking it was a fire drill. 

In the back of the room, a girl that Meilani didn't know stood in front of Tracy who sat in the back row of the classroom. She asked Tracy twice if she was alright, but she was only responded with heavy breathing from Tracy. Tracy's dark brown hair was slightly disheveled and her dark brown eyes were glazed over as if she were in some sort of trance. No shoes adorned her dirty and cut up feet and her hands gripped onto the side of the desk that had been broken down the middle, no doubt done by Tracy herself.

Meilani started forward when she saw Tracy's hand shoot out and grip onto the wrist of the girl that stood before her. Her hands were held out in front of her to show Tracy that she wouldn't be hurting her in any way. "Tracy. Tracy, I need you to let go." 

"Hey, you're hurting me," the girl whimpered, a bit of blood beginning to seep beneath Tracy's arm and trickle down the girl's arm.

"Tracy, let her go," Meilani gently instructed, her hands still held out in front of her while Mr. Yukimura and Liam stood behind her."

"They're coming," Tracy cried quietly, slowly loosening her grip on the girl's bloody wrist. "They're coming for all of us."

Meilani gasped when Tracy suddenly collapsed to the ground, a silvery substance beginning to pool out of her mouth as if it were blood. Her wide eyes turned to Mr. Yukimura for answers, but even he looked just as confused as Meilani felt. Cursing to herself, Meilani rushed over to Tracy and lifted her up bridal style into her arms and ran out of the classroom with Mr. Yukimura checking the girl's heart rate through her wrist. Stiles, Malia and Isaac had met Meilani at the end of the hall near the side exit of the school and Isaac offered to take Tracy from his mate, taking the girl's weight into his arms and running out of the side exit with Stiles, Malia and Mr. Yukimura.

"Liam, stay here with Scott, Kira and Lydia. I'll text you if anything happens, okay? I promise," Meilani told her beta before she turned and rushed out after the other members of her pack, praying that Deaton would be able to tell them what the hell was going on.

Deaton had been in the animal clinic when the pack arrived and, thankfully, had no furry patients at the time. He had Isaac lay down Tracy on the metal examination table and took out his small flashlight to look into Tracy's eyes, peeling back her eyelids to try and see what was going on. The girl had been drenched in a layer of sweat and her breathing was heavy and ragged while Deaton checked her over.

"Pupils dilate under normal circumstances," Deaton informed, letting her eyelid fall closed again and pressing two fingers to the side of her neck. "Heart rate is two hundred and fifty." He pulled Tracy's gray sweater to the side slightly to reveal her shoulder where a nasty red rash was revealed. "Evidence of an allogenic skin graft on the right shoulder. Now, this silvery substance at her lips is not something I've seen before. It almost looks like mercury."

Isaac and Stiles both stumbled back when Tracy's body jerked up for a moment before relaxing back on the table. They glanced to each other when they noticed they had stumbled closer to each other out of slight fright and quickly pushed away from the other to put distance between them. 

"Can't you just give her a shot or something?" Malia asked Deaton, standing at the end of the table where Tracy's feet rested.

"She doesn't look to be in any pain," Deaton responded, tearing his gaze from Tracy to focus on Malia.

"I meant a shot to kill her."

Deaton dropped his hands to the table next to Tracy's body and didn't even seem all that shocked by Malia's suggestion. "I generally prescribe to a code of ethics that frown on such measures, Malia."

Meilani placed her hands on her hips from where she stood next to Deaton near Tracy's head, shooting her friend a deadpan expression. "Malia, you know we're going to kill anyone."

Malia huffed and flung her hands in the direction of Tracy. "Meilani, how do you know she's not going to kill us?"

"She makes a decent point," Stiles agreed, jerking a thumb in Malia's way and quickly tried to defend himself when Meilani turned her deadpan expression towards him. "Babe, I mean, either way I'm going to have to let my dad know she's here. I can't keep this from him."

"Agreed. While I may argue against euthanasia, I'm not opposed to a little . . . extra security," Deaton reached over to the other table nearby and picking up a small jar of mountain ash and screwing off the lid. He tossed the contents of the jar at the archway of the room with the ash making a line in the archway on its own thanks to the magic placed into it.

Malia frowned at the line and stepped up to the archway, lifting her hand up to it and jerking her hand back when the invisible force field forced it back. 

"Tracy won't be able to cross that line, Stiles," Deaton assured Stiles, noticing the nervous look that crossed his face. "You and I will be able to get out of here no problem. Meilani, Isaac and Malia will not."

"Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of," Stiles mumbled to himself, his gaze flickering from the mountain ash line and over to his girlfriend. He knew Meilani could hold her own no problem as she always had been able to, even before she was turned into a werewolf and then a true alpha. He also knew that her strength was higher with Isaac being nearby thanks to their whole mate ability and that the two of them alone could handle Tracy without needing Malia to throw herself into danger next. However, that never stopped Stiles from worrying about the well being of his girlfriend. 

"Meilani, would you mind holding her down?" Deaton asked Meilani, grabbing one of the scalpels on the metal tray next to him and held it up. "I'm going to be trying a few more invasive tests."

Meilani nodded and jerked her head at Isaac to help her by holding down the other side. The beta stepped forward and placed his hands on Tracy's other arm. When Deaton went to cut a small incision into Tracy's arm, the scalpel wouldn't penetrate Tracy's skin and only made a scraping sound as if it were scraping across plastic. He pulled the scalpel away and stared at the now broken off tip of the blade.

"I think you're gonna need a bigger blade, Deaton," Isaac mused, his smile faltering when Deaton didn't appear at all amused by his joke.

Deaton gestured for Meilani and Isaac to release Tracy as he didn't need them anymore. He placed down his scalpel as he examined the girl, trying to figure out where to start since he wouldn't be getting any type of blood or anything out of her.

Meilani's phone buzzed in her back pocket and she stepped to the side to see it was a text from her mom. She scanned the text on her screen and glanced up when she noticed Isaac and Stiles both walk over at the sight of her scrunched up her face. "It's just my mom. It's about the driver of the prison transport. She's saying that he is awake and talking. The driver didn't have a stroke or heart attack. Says it was more like his body just locked up . . . like he was paralyzed."

Stiles was silent for a long moment as his brain visibly worked at rapid speed as it always did. He tensed up as his hands dropped to his sides, a quiet exhale escaping his lips. "I know what she is."

"Do you care to enlighten the rest of us?" Deaton called from his spot next to Tracy with Malia now at his side. "Because this doesn't look too good."

Meilani walked over to the table with the boys on either side of her and froze when she watched Deaton lift up Tracy's shirt who was now laid on her stomach. Her back was revealed to the teens and Deaton and her spine distorted and pushed up against her skin, revealing the dents and dips of it in the skin. Her skin suddenly burst open, spraying blood across all of their faces and causing them all to stumble away from the table as they wiped at their faces. Her spine was now revealed to the pack and it whipped out like a tail, hitting Deaton and Malia as it went. When it whipped back around the other way, it wound up catching both Stiles and Isaac who collapsed to the ground along with Deaton and Malia.

Tracy jumped up on the table and growled, her face half scaly and half human skin while claws extended to take place of her finger nails. She turned to face Meilani when she realized that she was the only one still standing and raised her claws to slash down at her. Meilani caught Tracy's first strike, but had been blinded sided on the second swipe and she hissed in pain. Tracy leapt down from the examination table with Meilani distracted and ran out of the room, the mountain ash parting as she leapt over it.

Meilani could feel her body begin to tingle and her legs gave out, causing her to crash down to her ass and collapse back against the cabinet behind her. All feeling left her body and the only thing she had any control over was her head. 

"She wasn't a werewolf," Stiles said, his cheek pressed to the tiled flooring and making his speech the tiniest bit slurred with his cheek smooshed.

"She's a kanima," Meilani breathed, having flashbacks to when Jackson had been turned into a kanima and rained havoc down on Beacon Hills no thanks to Matt. "Deaton, how did she get over the mountain ash?"

"I don't know. It's a barrier no supernatural creature should be able to cross."

"Lani did it!" Stiles reminded.

Meilani tried to move her body even though she knew it was no use and banged her head back against the cabinet. "Yeah, but it almost killed me."

"We should have killed her!" Malia grit out through her teeth, sounding heavily annoyed over the whole situation.

"Meanwhile, she's probably on her way to kill someone else," Isaac added in, staring up at the ceiling since he had fallen back onto his back.

"Listen, everyone. We need to concentrate. Meilani, Malia and Isaac, you two will probably move long before Stiles and I can, but you need to focus. Focus on healing."

"I don't know how to tell my body to heal!" Malia cried, a layer of sweat already appearing across Malia's forehead and neck.

Meilani lolled her head to the side so she could look over at Malia and tried to offer the girl as much reassurance as she could, knowing the werecoyote was freaking out over the whole thing. "Malia, it's going to be okay. I know you can do it. Deaton, how do we focus?"

"Think of a body part. Your hands, your feet, even just the tips of your fingers. Imagine them moving. See it in your mind and your body will follow."

Meilani closed her eyes and tried to focus on her fingers twitching and moving. She tuned out the rest of the room and all its sounds, trying to focus all her energy into moving at least just her fingers. If she at least got one body part healed, then the healing process would spread to the rest of her body and she'd be able to get to Tracy before she hurt anyone else. However, her few moments of focus were broken when Stiles' voice cut through her mind.

"Okay, I think I just felt my right leg move. Uh, yep, definitely felt it. Like a twinge, spasm, or something," Stiles spoke up, groaning as he tried to make the action happen once again.

"I'm gonna have to disagree and I think I hold an informed opinion," Deaton shot down Stiles' moment of happiness and Isaac laughed at Stiles' expense.

"Isaac, I will use my right leg to kick your paralyzed ass."

"I'd love to see you try, buddy."

Meilani ignored the two boys' argument and glanced over in Malia's direction to see her fingers twitch that rested on the ground. "Malia, you moved! Keep going. Keep moving."

Malia grinned and was able to flip her hand over as she focused all her energy onto moving each body part. Next her leg was able to bend up and her other arm was able to bend up to push her up into a standing position slowly but surely. She stumbled when she finally got to her feet, but quickly caught herself and leant against the examination table while she panted and got all her energy back to her once again.

"Malia, wait for us!" Stiles yelled, not wanting Malia to go out there by herself because she'd either get hurt or do something she'd regret later with none of them there to stop her.

"There's no time, Stiles!"

"Look, she's not a werewolf."

"She still has a scent and I can find her," Malia argued, her canines already growing out and her eyes glowing blue.

"Malia," Meilani called, stopping Malia before she could so much as move to leave. "Save her."

"I know the drill," Malia whined, pushing herself away from the table and running out of the room to go and find Tracy. Hopefully alive and not dead.

Meilani wasn't sure how much time had passed since her, Deaton, Stiles and Isaac had been laid paralyzed on the ground. She just knew that it had grown dark outside and Meilani slowly started to feel her feeling come back to her as she tried to make her fingers twitch and get the healing process to course through her body. She still hadn't gotten anything from Malia and she figured that the werecoyote still ran around the town in search of her. The last thing Meilani expected when she had just started to move her fingers again was to see Theo appear in the archway of the examination room.

"Theo?" Meilani asked, hearing the groan come from Stiles' mouth at the sight of the werewolf. He didn't respond and just ran over to Meilani to hook his arms underneath her armpits and lift her up so she was leant on the examination table. The movement helped her healing process to start to kick in and she could feel the tingling slowly start to leave her body as she leant her whole weight on the table. "Theo, how did you find us?"

"Cause you work here," Theo replied, lifting up Stiles next much to the spastic teen's dismay and placing him next to Meilani. "I heard about Tracy and I've been looking everywhere for you."

"I bet you have," Stiles huffed, watching as Theo hauled up Isaac next who started to move his fingers and was placed on Meilani's other side against the table. 

"We lost her," Meilani informed Theo who walked around the table to get to Deaton next.

"And Malia," Isaac chimed in.

Theo grunted quietly as he lifted up Deaton next and helped him to lean against the examination table like he had done with the three teens. He pat the veterinarian softly on the back and focused back on Meilani. "I can help you. Let me help. It doesn't have to mean I'm part of the pack, Meilani, or like you've accepted me or anything like that. It just means that I can help catch this girl. I promise I can help you."

 Meilani bit her lip as her eyes flickered over to Stiles and Isaac where one looked annoyed by the thought of Theo helping and the other didn't look like he really had that much of an opinion on the matter. She knew that they could use the extra hands in getting Tracy back and making sure she was safe. So far, Theo hadn't necessarily given Meilani any reason not to trust him with at least this one task. The only thing Stiles had against him was the signatures of his father and even that was a bit lacking if she were honest. 

What was the worst that could happen if Meilani let Theo help this one time?

AUTHORS NOTE

Hi hey hello

We are slowly getting to the good stuff of Season 5 and I am so freaking ready for the brewing angst like WOW!  None of you are ready for what I got planned.