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𝐏𝐒𝐘𝐂𝐇 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒
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Lyla jumped at Coach's whistle, whipping her head up to look at the man. "Stilinski!"

"Uh-huh?" The boy behind her coughed, and she giggled, rolling her eyes at the boys obviousness. "I asked you a question."

"Uh, sorry, Coach. What was it?"

Coach rolled his eyes, "Oh, it was uh, Stilinski, are you paying attention back there?" Lyla blew air from her nose with a smile, "Oh, well, I am now."

"Stilinski, stop reminding me why I drink. Every night." Coach turned away from the class, Lyla taking the opportunity to spin herself around to look at him. She had a witty remark, but it immediately disappeared from her tongue when she noticed his notebook. The words wake up were written over and over again all over the paper.

"I-I'm okay, guys. I just fell asleep for a sec." Stiles stuttered softly, glancing between Scott and Lyla while he fidgeted with his pen. "Stiles..." Lyla muttered under her breath in concern, glancing over at a worried Scott, "Dude, you weren't asleep." Scott gestured to his paper, and Stiles glanced down at it, face falling at his notebook. He glanced up at a nervous Lyla, before slamming his notebook closed.

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"Okay, so what happens to a person who had a near-death experience and comes out of it seeing things?" Lyla glanced up from her notebook, squinting at the Alpha sitting next to her. "And is unable to tell what's real or not?" Stiles muttered from the other side of Scott. Allison sighed, biting the tip of her fingernail, "And is being haunted by demonic visions of dead relatives?"

"They're all locked up because they're insane." Isaac spoke, glancing between each of them. Lyla rolled her eyes with a smile, resting her legs between his under the table. "Ha, can you at least try to be helpful, please?" Stiles sassed, making the curly haired boy in front of her send him a sarcastic smile, "For half my childhood, I was locked in a freezer. So being helpful is kind of a new thing for me."

"Hey, dude, are you still milking that?" Stiles sighed, and Lyla's mouth dropped, reaching back behind Scott to slap Stiles in the arm. "Yeah, we are still milking that." Isaac rolled his eyes at Stiles, before a breathy chuckle escaped him at Stiles' whimper from her slap.

"Hi."

Lyla leaned back forward to see the pretty girl standing at the edge of their lunch table. "Hi, sorry. I couldn't help but overhear what you guys were talking about." Lydia sent a raised eyebrow at Lyla, who shrugged and looked back at the girl. "And I think I, actually might know what you guys are talking about." The table was silent, waiting for her to continue. "There's a Tibetan word for it. It's called Bardo. I-It literally means in-between state. The state between life and death."

Lyla straightened her back to look at the girl, "In-between state? Like-like purgatory?" The girl tilted her head with a smile at the blonde, "Yeah, kind of." Lydia looked up at the girl with a wide, red lipped smile, "And what do they call you?"

"Kira." Scott spoke, sending the girl a wide smile. Lyla raised an eyebrow, looking from the Alpha to Isaac, who also had raised eyebrows. Lyla looked over at Allison with downturned lips, the brunette staring at Scott in curiosity. "She's in our History class."

"Hmm." Lyla hummed, hiding her smile at the kick in the Alphas heartbeat. "So, are you talking Bardo in Tibetan Buddhism, or Indian?" Lydia questioned, Kira taking it as her sign to sit down at the empty spot next to Stiles, "Either, I guess. But all the stuff you guys were just saying? All that happens in Bardo. There are different progressive states where you can have hallucinations. Some you see, some you just hear. And you can be visited by peaceful and wrathful deities." She smiled at them all as if they weren't literally experiencing hell right now. "Wrathful deities? And w-what are those?" Isaac questioned, rubbing his chin curiously. "Like demons."

"Demons?" Stiles inhaled deeply, looking around at his friends, "Why not?"

Lyla frowned, leaning forward to see Kira better, "So, if there are different states-progressive states," Kira looked over at the blonde, "Then what's the last state?" Kira shrugged happily, "Death. You die."

"Awesome." Lyla whispered, glancing at a bewildered Allison then back at Kira, "Thank you, Kira. Scott will see you in History." She sent the girl a warm smile, quickly gathering her items and standing from the table while the others followed her actions.

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"Can't you go home?"

Lyla rolled her eyes with a giggle, "No, we're studying, Issac, and you should too! Just because we're werewolves doesn't mean school doesn't matter."

"Yeah, but Scott and his parents are arguing downstairs and it's freaking me out."

Lyla leaned her back against Allison's hallway wall with a frown, knowing the arguing must be triggering Isaac's PTSD from his father. If that man was alive today, Lyla would've ripped him to shreds herself; what he did to Isaac makes her stomach churn and eyes tear up. "Hey, I left my headphones in your room. Put them on, play some music, do some homework. Their fight doesn't involve you, you're not in trouble. Just...tune 'em out. "

"Y-yeah, okay. Okay. Okay, where'd you put them?"

"On your dresser, love." She heard shuffling on the other end, and a couple seconds of silence. "Find 'em?"

"Found 'em."

Lyla smiled, fidgeting with a strand of hair that had fallen out of her bun, "Okay. Goodnight, Isaac. I'll text you later, yeah?"

"Goodnight."

She hung up the call, texting a heart to him before slipping her phone in her pocket and walking back into Allisons room. "Sorry. What were we working on?"

Lydia giggled, rolling her eyes and pointing at their book, "English. The Study of Modern Drama." Lyla sighed, leaning back on her pile of pillows next to Allisons bed, "Great, as if we don't have enough of that as it is."

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She wasn't sure when she fell asleep, but she knows she woke up twisted like a pretzel on the floor, surrounded by pillows, blankets and her schoolbooks. She groaned, standing from the floor and patting both Lydia and Allisons backs, "Up, ladies."

She chuckled at their cries of complaints, exiting the room to use the bathroom. As she was washing her hands, she splashed the cold water on her face in an attempt to wake herself up properly, her ears unintentionally zeroing in on the incredibly quite whispered conversation happening in the room next to her.

"It was a really weird dream, Lydia. Like, a bad dream."

"Like, bad dream as in Freddy Krueger or..."

Lyla popped a smile at Lydia's sarcasm, wiping her hands on the towel and dabbing the water from her face as well.

"No, like, bad. Like you're the only person in the world who wouldn't look at me like I'm the worst person ever bad."

Lyla frowned, she would never judge Allison like that. Worst person ever? Allison? Not a chance.

"I had a kind of, sex dream last night, that started out good, and then I saw Kate, and, It's bad, Lyds."

"Who was it about?...Allison, it's okay. Was it about Scott?"

"No, it was about Isaac."

Lyla's stomach dropped. Her friend had a sex dream about her boyfriend. She knew that Allison might've had some form of feelings for him, but she thought they would dissipate after Isaac and Lyla were official for a while. But there she was, having sex dreams about her friends boyfriend while she slept no more than 5 feet away from her.

How was she going to walk back in there with a convincing enough smile? She hoped she could do it well enough to get the hell out of there without breaking the facade and crying.

She exited the bathroom loudly to signal she was coming back, swinging Allisons bedroom door open with a casual smile, "Ladies, I have to get home to change but-" She bent down and gathered her things into her backpack, "I will see you two in class." Lydia and Allison smiled at their friend, watching the girl exit the room and close the door behind her.

"Don't tell anyone. Bury it. Lyla's our friend, Allison. You're allowed to have crushes, but you have to get over it."

She was quick to get down to her newly fixed bike in the parking lot, scrambling onto it with teary eyes as she took off towards home.

She had relatively calmed down when she pulled into her driveway, quickly hopping off her bike and swinging the front door open, "Oh good! You're home!" Jo appeared around the corner, slinging her purse over her shoulder and planting a kiss on Lyla's cheek, "I was getting worried! I love you, I have to go." Jo exited the still open door, closing it behind her with a slam. Lyla flinched at the noise, biting her lip and rushing up the stairs to get dressed for school.

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Her mind was racing as she walked down the halls of Beacon Hills High School, doing her best to avoid bumping into anyone. Her nerves were so shot, she feared any form of aggravation or dirty words from students under their breaths might send her into either a panic attack or a wolf attack.

She was pulled from her thoughts with a gasp, a hand grabbing her arm and pulling her into an empty chemistry classroom, "Hey, what's wrong?"

Lyla frowned up at Isaac, "What?" Issac furrowed his eyebrows, pushing a strand of hair behind the girls ear and cupping her cheek, "I can smell your anxiety; your heart is racing. What happened?" Lyla pressed her lips together, "I'm okay. Really. I'm just stressed out, with what's happening to Scott, Allison and Stiles. Honestly the last thing I can focus on is the Great Depression or fucking statistics."

Isaac frowned, placing his other hand on her cheek, "Wanna ditch? We can go to your house, or go get food?" Lyla inhaled deeply, closing her eyes as she felt her heartbeat slow, "Yeah."

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Lyla watched with a wide grin as Isaac downed the rest of his chocolate milkshake with a loud slurp. "Good?" Isaac nodded, wiping his mouth with a napkin, "I love chocolate."

Lyla grimaced and shook her head, sipping the cold Dr. Pepper from her straw, "I hate chocolate." Isaac paused with a surprised look, "You hate chocolate? That should be punishable by death." She shrugged, dipping a fry in ketchup and tossing it in her mouth, "It's just too sweet. I don't like sweet stuff."

Isaac opened his mouth to reply, when he was cut off by his phone ringing. She raised  an eyebrow as he pulled the device from his pocket, "It's Scott." He placed it to his ear, looking up at Lyla with a nervous glance, "Hey, Scott."

"I need you to meet me at the Clinic. A coyote attacked the school today, and we think it's the same coyote that killed it's family 8 years ago-well, it's a girl. Malia Tate, she's the coyote."

Lyla's lips turned downwards as she listened in the their conversation. "And, you're what? Trying to catch her?" Isaac questioned, watching as Lyla silently motioned for the bill to the server with a smile. "Actually, I want to turn her back into a human."

"We'll be there." With that, he hung up the phone as the server placed the bill on the table. Lyla sighed, grabbing a 20 and a 5 from her wallet and placing it on top of the check. "Let's go."

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"Xylazine. It's a tranquilizer for horses." Lyla looked up as Deaton entered the examination room, placing three small bottles on the table. "For a werecoyote, expect it to work in seconds. I only have three. So whoever's shooting needs to be a damn good shot." Deaton looked around at the four teenagers, Scott nodding, "Allisons a perfect shot."

Lyla huffed, staring at the Alpha across the table from her, "She was, a perfect shot. Remember? Arrow at Lydia's head?" Scott sent her a small dirty look, and she shrugged, "She can do it."

"Yeah," Isaac crossed his arms, "If we manage to find the thing." Stiles pointed at the boy, "Okay, what is the point of him? Seriously, I mean, what is his purpose? Aside from the persistent negativity, and the scarf? What's up with the scarf, anyway? It's 65 degrees out." A laugh bubbled from Lyla as she looked over at her boyfriend, Isaac sending a sarcastic smile at Stiles, "Look, maybe I'm asking the question no one here wants to ask. How do we turn a coyote back to a girl, who hasn't been a girl, for 8 years?"

Lyla turned to Scott with squinted eyes, "He's right. Plus, how can we even be sure she wants to be turned back?" Scott sighed, "I can do it." Lyla rolled her eyes at the boy ignoring her question.

"You can?" Stiles raised an eyebrow, leaning his hands against the table. "Yeah, you remember the night 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 shook his head, "Who knows if it'll even work if you can find someone who can teach you." Stiles nodded, "That's why you called Derek first."

Scott sighed, "Yeah, I could try it on my own. But right now, I'm too scared to even turn into just a werewolf." Stiles rubbed his face in frustration, "We need a real Alpha." Scott spun his head to look at his best friend with raised eyebrows. "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..." Stiles stuttered, attempting to find the right words.

"Up?" Isaac smirked at Stiles' agreeing point of a finger, Scott's face falling, "Great. I'm...an Alpha with performance issues." Deaton sighed, "Is there anyone else you know who could help?"

"Besides Peter." Lyla sent Scott a tightlipped smile, "We don't trust Peter." Stiles pulled his lips to the side in contemplation, "Maybe the twins?"

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

"Yeah, but what if they know how to do it?" Scott shook his head and glanced at Stiles, "Nobodies seen them for weeks."

Lyla sucked in air through her teeth, "Yeah, about that. Lydia talked to him last week." Scott's face fell, "Okay, can she get them to come help?" Lyla's eyebrow quirked up, "Probably."

"Okay, Stiles and I will go get Lydia. You two bring these to Allison."

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Lyla's face scrunched as she focused on pulling the needles out of the case. "Think you could hone in on Malia's scent? If not, we're gonna be in the woods for a long time." Lyla looked up at Allison and nodded weakly, "Yeah, uh, her scent is actually really strong. It sticks in your nose." Allison paused, looking up at her friend. The huntress held a small smile, completely unaware that her friend knew about her secret sex dream about her boyfriend. "What does it smell like?" Lyla bit her lip, handing her the needle, "Piss."

Allison giggled, grabbing the syringe from her hands, shakily attempting to stick the bottle of tranquilizer with the needle. Isaac stepped into the room with a raised eyebrow, taking his spot next to Lyla, "You okay?"

She continued to shake, dropping the glass bottle to the carpet. Allison looked up at the two in embarrassment, before dropping to the floor to pick it back up. Lyla looked up at Isaac in concern, the boy looking down at her with a small quirk of his eyebrows.

Allison stood back to her feet without a word, plunging the needle into the bottle with ease, draining the contents quickly. Lyla raised an eyebrow at her blank stare on the syringe, watching as she grabbed the dart and ejected the contents into it. She grabbed the tranquilizer gun quickly, sliding the dart into the gun and cocking it backwards, successfully loading it. Lyla frowned in confusion as she watched her quick and almost mechanical movements, "Allison?"

The brunette lifted the gun, pointing it directly at Isaac and locking her eye on him through the scope. The blonde girls heart stopped as Isaac stumbled backwards in fear, Lyla quickly stepping in front of the boy and grabbing his hand behind her back, shoving a defensive arm out in front of her, "Allison!"

The brunette's eyes widened as she dropped the gun onto the table, "Oh, my God. I'm so sorry. L-Lyla-" She put her hands up, tears forming in the corners of her eyes, "I'm so sorry. I don't know what I was doing, I'm so sorry."

Isaac swallowed thickly, squeezing Lyla's hand as she let go of him, "Well, it's better than ring daggers, I guess." He attempted to joke, Lyla taking large strides over to Allison. Her friend is going through hell right now, she can be upset with her when this is all over.

"Ali..." Lyla mumbled, placing a gentle hand on Allisons shoulder. "How am I supposed to help anyone if I'm like this? What am I supposed to do?" Allison whispered, glancing at Lyla through the corner of her eyes. Lyla bit her lip, contemplating a response. Silently, Lyla reached in front of Allison, cupping her hands around Allison's shaky fingers comfortingly, "Allison," She slowly plucked the bottle the brunette had clutched in her grip, "Let me help."

Allison looked up at her and pressed her lips together as Isaac appeared behind Lyla. "Let us help you. Show us how to do it."

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Lyla hopped out of the front seat of Allisons Toyota, leaning against the car and sending Scott a nod as everyone else emerged. The group was silent for a moment, tension and anxiety high all around them. "Anyone else think we might be doing more harm than good?" Lydia pressed her lips together, and Lyla raised her hand in agreement. Scott looked over at her, and she quickly put her hand back down. How do they even know she wants to be turned back? Maybe she tried and the guilt from killing her family was too much. Maybe it would kill Malia to look in the eyes of her father knowing what she did. Lyla thinks they should just leave the damn girl alone. "We're trying to keep a father from killing his own daughter."

"Actually," Isaac pitched in, "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 into his daughter." Lyla's eyebrows turned downwards, staring up at Isaac in confusion.

"And again, with the not helping." Stiles huffed, making Isaac smile sarcastically at him. Scott turned to Allison with an inhale, "Did you bring it?" Allison nodded, flinging the hood of her trunk up and pulling the tranquilizer gun out.

Lyla flinched when three gunshots rang through, looking around at the dense line of trees around them, before looking over at Scott. Malia's dad found her, that's the only explanation. Within seconds, Scott was on his bike. "Wait! Wait, wait, wait!" Stiles rushed after Scott as he took off in the direction of the gunshots. Isaac booked it after Scott, Lyla's face falling as she looked back at the others. She knew she could be of use to both parties but figured an equal split of the group of be appropriate. So, she took off after the two boys. "Lyla! Allison!" Lyla looked back, watching as the brunette attempted to keep up.

She curved around trees and large rocks, Isaac quickly appearing in her view as her legs kicked faster. "Isaac! Slow down!" Her eyes locked with his as he strained his neck to look behind him. Suddenly, he was on the ground, screaming in pain. "Isaac!" Lyla worried, kicking her feet faster, quickly appearing by his side. "Oh, my God." Lyla gasped, skidding to a stop and falling into the leaves in front of him. His ankle was trapped in a bear trap, jeans and hands bloody as he held his leg.

"Oh, my God. Okay, okay." She grimaced, placing a hand on his face before dropping it down to the claws of the trap. "I've got it." She mumbled, gripping the claws and attempting to pry them open. "Shit." Layla whimpered as Allison landed next to them, eyes widening at Lyla's now bloody hands. The large puncture wounds from the jaws of the trap quickly healed, but the sticky residue of not only her blood, but Isaacs blood remained.

"Allison, there he is." Isaac muttered, motioning to something behind Lyla. "Hit Tate. Use the tranq gun on him. Okay?" The blonde didn't bother to turn around, resuming her attempt at opening the jaws. "It's not, budging." She grunted, eyes catching on the pin that was holding the jaws together. She'd never seen a pin like that on a bear trap, it had to have been added by Mr. Tate. Isaac guided her hands away from the trap, making his own attempt at opening it.

Her head perked up towards Allison as she muttered under her breath, before it the dart went whizzing through the air, falling short. "Ali, breathe." Lyla spoke, watching as she whispered something French, before pressing the trigger. She heard Tate's body thud to the ground. "Good job," Lyla whispered, turning back to Isaacs bloody legs. "She's gone." Allison whispered, pointing the gun to the ground.

"Isaac," Lyla muttered, placing a hand on the hyperventilating boys cheek, "It's a weird angle, I-I can't get a good enough grip on it to break it. You're going to have to do it." Isaac inhaled deeply, eyes locking with hers while grasping the metal and attempting to break it open.

A loud roar hurdled its way through the trees, Lyla's vision enhancing as her eyes flashed blue inadvertently, looking back towards where the roar came from. It was Scott, he finally did it; he roared. She would have wondered why the boys roar caused her eyes to shift, but her mind was solely focused on Isaacs leg. Lyla looked back at the curly haired boy, who's eyes were glowing yellow. With a pained cry, he found the power to yank the jaws of the beartrap from it's hinges, sending the metal flying to the side.

She reached out to the boy grasping his arms as he leaned forward from the pain. "Okay, okay." She whispered, standing up and helping him up as well. Allison watching worriedly as he limped on the healing leg. "Are you okay?"

Isaac huffed, "I hate bear traps."