CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE:
FIGURE IT OUT

"XYLAZINE. IT'S A TRANQUILIZER FOR horses." Deaton informed the group as he walked into the room, placing said medicine onto the table. Elaine, Scott, Stiles, and Isaac all stood around the 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."

"Allison's a perfect shot." Scott assured.

"She used to be." Isaac corrected.

"She can do it." Elaine nodded her head.

"If we manage to find the thing." Isaac continued.

"Okay, what is the point of him?" Stiles asked, pointing towards Isaac. "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."

Isaac ignored the boy. "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 for eight years?"

They all looked at Scott at the boy paused for a moment before nodding to himself. "I can do it."

"You can?" Stiles asked, surprised.

"You remember the night that Peter trapped us in the school?" Scott questioned as he looked between Stiles and Elaine. "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 tried. "Who knows if it'll even work if you can find someone who can teach you."

Realization hit Stiles. "That's why you called Derek, first."

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

"We need a real alpha." Stiles mumbled. Scott met Stiles' eyes and Stiles quickly explained himself. "You know what I mean. An alpha can do alpha things. You know, an alpha who can get it going. You know, get it. . ."

"Up?" Isaac tried.

Stiles nodded his head before mumbling, "Great."

"I'm an alpha with performance issues." Scott nodded in understanding.

"Is there anyone else besides Derek that can help you?" Deaton asked.

"I wouldn't trust Peter."

"Yeah, me either." Elaine agreed with Isaac. "But I mean, the man killed me so I don't really have a reason to trust him."

"Maybe the twins?" Stiles suggested.

"They're not alpha's anymore." Deaton shook his head. "After what Jennifer did, almost killing them? It broke that part of them."

"Yeah, but what if they know how to do it?" Stiles pressed

"Nobody's seen them for weeks."

"Well, actually, that's not true." Elaine denied causing the group to look at her. And not a few minutes later Elaine, Scott, and Stiles were with Lydia at Derek's old loft. Stiles pulled open the door and Lydia made her way down the steps.

"They said they'd meet us here." Lydia frowned. Elaine and Stiles joined the girl's side before the sound of a punch could be heard. They quickly turned their heads, watching as Ethan and Aiden started to punch Scott before throwing him down the steps and at the trio's feet. Elaine wanted to do something but Scott met her eyes and quickly shook his head before Stiles grabbed onto both Elaine and Lydia, pulling them away.

Scott groaned. "I thought you guys were going to teach me to roar."

"We are." One of the twins spoke. "You do it by giving in."

"Giving in and letting go." The other spoke. "That's how Deucalion taught us control."

"I really cannot tell them apart." Elaine whispered, looking between the two. "All I know is that one of them is gay."

Aiden, she assumed, grabbed onto Scott and pulled him up from the ground and that's when Stiles spoke up. "Hey, you know, that's funny. I actually tried something like this one time using a heart monitor and lacrosse balls. But you're right, beating the living crap out of him is probably a lot better."

"That's actually the plan?" Scott asked in disbelief. "You kick my ass?"

"You're afraid to turn. We're going to make you."

"You turn. Then you kick our assess."

"And then you roar."

"Why did The Lion King suddenly pop into my head." Elaine whispered with a slight frown.

Ethan made his eyes glow as a roar fell from his mouth. Aiden cocked his head slightly. "You don't think you can let go with us."

Ethan came up behind of Scott and pushed him into his brother. "You think you're going to hurt us?"

Aiden pushed him to the floor. "Come on, McCall. Give it your all."

"We can always heal."

"You're an alpha. You want to roar like one, you got to give in full throttle. You got to be the monster. Become the beast. Become everything you're afraid of."

"That's what gives you power. It gives you strength." Scott went to swing but missed and Aiden hit him on the back, sending him to the ground. Elaine looked away, closing her eyes as she concentrated on not sending the twins straight to hell. Scott knew what he was doing, and she trust him, she just didn't know if she trusted herself to keep control. They kept beating him, and Elaine had simply turned away and toned it out. She couldn't watch or listen to her brother get beaten up and not fight back. And that's when all of the noise stopped.

Elaine turned her head and saw her brother laying on the table, his face covered in blood as he breathed heavily. She carefully made her way over to him with Stiles and Lydia right behind her. She watched as her brother spit out a mouthful of blood before Elaine turned her head towards the twins and glared dangerously at them.

"Thanks, but I got it from here." Her words were filled with venom as her eyes flashed purple as she looked at the twins and before she knew what she was doing her hand shot out and she was sending them flying across the room. She blinked in surprise before swallowing thickly and turning back to her brother, helping him up from the the table before walking out of the loft with an arm wrapped around his waist and his arm placed around her shoulders.

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She pulled up in her car, arriving at the same time as everyone else. Stiles, Lydia, Scott, Allison, Isaac, and Elaine all stood there, ready to find Malia, and hopefully bring her home. They all looked at one another, nothing but silence over taking the group before Lydia was the one to speak up.

     "Anyone else think we might be doing more harm than good?" The banshee asked, looking between the group of friends.

     "We're trying to keep a father from killing his own daughter." Scott explained.

     "Actually, 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." Isaac corrected, earning looks from the entire group.

     "And again with the not helping." Stiles called, wrapping an arm around Elaine's shoulder as she moved to stand beside him. Isaac sarcastically smiled at the boy, nodding his head.

     Scott turned away from the two to look at Allison. "Did you bring it?"

Allison didn't say anything as she opened the trunk of her car, pulling out the gun that was loaded with the tranquilizer Deaton had given them. A deep breath fell from her lips before she caught Elaine's eyes who gave her a small smile and nodded her head, silently telling the girl that she could do this.

They all stopped when the sound of gunshots could be heard, causing them to turn in the direction the sound came from. Elaine watched as her brother hopped on his bike, ignoring the call from Stiles for him to wait. They watched as he sped off towards the sound before Elaine sighed and she started running after him, but going a separate way than Isaac and Allison had gone. She ran through the woods, running as fast as she could, getting deep and deeper into the woods, before a sudden white hot fire shot through her ankle causing her to scream out.

She fell to one knee, tears rolling down her cheeks as she looked down at her ankle that was clasped tightly in a bear trap. Her breathing became heavy, her ankle wouldn't stop bleeding, and she couldn't do anything without possibly ripping her foot off. She looked up at the sound of her brother howling, and her jaw suddenly clenched. Her eyes started glowing purple as she looked down at her ankle. She didn't notice how her purple eyes seemed to turn black as she ripped the trap from her ankle, causing her to tumble backwards. A breath of surprise left her lips as her eyes faded back to their normal color.

Where did that strength come from? She looked down at her wound, narrowing her eyes and watching as it started to heal. She swallowed thickly, surprise taking over her. There was a lot happening that she didn't understand, and she wanted to know what it was, but her thought process was cut off by her phone ringing. She grabbed it, placing it to her ear, and listening as Stiles quickly told her that Scott changed Malia back to her human self.

Now, Stiles and Elaine sat in Noah's car, watching with their windows rolled down as Malia's father immediately pulled her in for a hug. Noah turned his head to look at the two before he nodded his head. They had brought Malia home, and that was all that mattered to Elaine. They left the Tate household with Noah dropping the two off at his house whilst the man went to get his job back from Elaine's father.

     Stiles looked at Elaine, noticing the distracted look on her face as she subconsciously rubbed a finger over her ankle. He frowned, moving to sit beside her, causing her to look up at him. "You alright?"

     "Yeah, I just. . ." She looked at her ankle once again, shaking her head. "I got trapped in one of those bear traps." This immediately made Stiles sit up straighter. "But. . . I heard Scott from where I had been and something took over me. I suddenly had the strength to rip the trap from my ankle, before just looking at my ankle and making it heal. It just―︎I don't know, it doesn't make sense to me."

     "Well, at least you're okay. That's all that matters." Stiles told her. She looked at him before moving so that she could lay her head on his chest. He wrapped an arm around her and started running a hand through her hair.

     "Yeah." She breathed before sighing as she shook her head. "Something doesn't feel right. I just can't put my finger on what that something is."

     "We'll figure it out." Stiles assured her, placing a kiss on her head as he remembered the words Lydia had told him when she herself almost got caught in a bear trap. "We're Stiles and Elaine, we always figure it out."