𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

"Hi, you've reached Cora. I would say leave a message but I doubt I'll ever listen to it. Better luck next time"

I hang up the phone with a sigh and carefully slip it into my pocket.

where the hell are you, Cora?

Lightening flashes across the sky and I cross my arms over my chest, leaning against the wall of the clinic.

I've always liked storms, no matter how wild they are, they make me feel calm inside. The way that the lightening lightens up the sky from behind the clouds and the thunder booms loudly in my ears makes me feel grounded.

As I stand admiring the weather that most would dislike, the clinic's door opens and I turn my head to see Scott.

"Hey, brother" I smile softly.

"You good, sis?" He asks in concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just felt a little suffocated in there" I explain.

"You feel better now?" He questions and I hum in response, nodding my head.

"Isaac's out now, if you want to come back inside?" He suggests.

"Sure, I'll be there in a second" I assure him.

He hesitantly nods and heads back inside, leaving me alone. I grab my phone one last time and dial Cora's number again.

"Hi, you've reached Cora. I would say leave a message but I doubt I'll ever listen to it. Better luck next time"

I let out a frustrated groan and shove the device into my back pocket, heading inside.

"She's not dead!" I hear Derek snap as I enter the room.

"Derek, he said 'There's a dead body. It's Erica'. Doesn't exactly leave us much room for interpretation" Stiles huffs.

"Then who was in the vault with Boyd?" Derek retorts.

My mind immediately jumps to a certain werewolf who hasn't been answering my calls but I say nothing just yet.

"Someone else, obviously" Stiles states.

"Maybe it was the girl on the motorcycle" Scott suggests, looking at Isaac "The one who saved you?"

"No, she wasn't like us. And whoever was in the vault with Boyd was" Isaac explains and my heart drops.

"What if that's how Erica died? They pit them against each other during the full moons and see which one survives. It's like werewolf thunderdome" Stiles says and I shake my head before looking at Derek.

"Derek, you're not gonna like this, but I think I know who the other werewolf is" I speak up and they all look at me.

"Who?" Derek asks.

"Cora. I think it's Cora" I tell him "She left San Francisco months ago to come back to Beacon Hills, but she never called me to let me know she got here safe. I assumed she was just busy with family stuff, but she's not here and she's still not answering my calls or texts"

"Then we get them out tonight" Derek declares and I nod.

"Be smart about this, Derek" Deaton advises "You can't just go storming in"

"If Isaac got in, then so can we" Derek shrugs.

"But he didn't get through a vault door, did he?" Deaton states.

"We need a plan" Scott announces.

"How are we gonna come up with a plan to break into a bank vault in less than 24 hours?" Derek asks as if my brother is stupid.

"Uh, I think someone already did" Stiles speaks up, looking at his phone "'Beacon Hills First National closes its doors three months after vault robbery'. Doesn't say here how it was robbed, but it probably won't take long to find out"

"God bless dorks, am I right?" I grin, looking at Isaac who smiles.

"How long?" Derek snaps.

"It's the internet, Derek" Stiles scoffs and Derek gives him a death glare "Okay? Minutes"

"Natalia, can I have a word?" Deaton asks me and I nod, following him out the room.

The man stops in the front room and I shove my hands into my jean pockets.

"What can I do for you, Doc?" I smile in a friendly manor.

"From the minute you entered this building I could tell you're not human. You're powerful, stronger than a beta...possibly even stronger than an Alpha. What are you?" He asks me curiously.

"I think you already know what I am" I state in amusement, flashing my pink eyes at him.

"A witch. There hasn't been a witch in Beacon Hills for decades" He tells me "I'm guessing you're not too familiar with your powers yet?"

"No. It was little over a few years ago that I discovered what I am. It's been difficult to adjust, but I had a little help" I explain simply and he nods in understanding.

"Well, if you ever need guidance or advise, my door is open to you always" He assures me and the sentiment brings a smile to my face.

"Thank you, Doc" I grin gratefully.

❦ ❦ ❦

"Kids. Hey, time to wake up" I hear the voice of Noah Stilinski and I yawn, sitting up on Stiles' bed.

"Morning, Sheriff" I hum, a sleepy smile on my face.

"Morning, sweetie" He replies warmly before shaking his head at the boys who are still asleep, Stiles' bottom half laying on the bed while his top half is on the floor and Scott asleep in a desk chair.

"Boys!" Noah yells.

They both jump awake, Stiles actually falling fully off the bed and sitting up with a piece of paper stuck to his face due to him drooling on it meanwhile Scott almost falls off the chair but manages to steady himself before he does.

"I got to get to work. You three get to school" The man tells us and I nod sleepily.

"Dad!...Heather?" Stiles speaks up.

"No, nothing yet" Noah answers sadly.

The man walks away and Stiles gets up onto his feet.

"Ten hours and nothing!" The Stilinski boy huffs.

"We're gonna find something" Scott assures him.

"Finding something doesn't make Erica any less dead, or Boyd any less about-to-be dead" Stiles states and worry runs through my at the thought of something bad happening to Cora.

"Well, we still have time" Scott replies.

"Is this whole 'remain optimistic in the face of complete and utter disaster' thing a part of the 'be a better Scott McCall' program?" Stiles asks in frustration.

"Not if it doesn't work" Scott smiles weakly.

"No, it works" Stiles sighs.

Stiles looks down at the sheet of paper in his hand and his eyes immediately widen.

"Oh, Dad! Dad? Dad!" Stiles shoved the paper in Scott's hand and runs after his father.

I look down at the paper in Scott's grasp and my eyes widen when I see a photograph of the Sheriff arresting the robber that's responsible for breaking into Beacon Hills First National Bank.

Scott and I share a look before heading out the door after Stiles. We wait in the living room while Stiles talks to his father and once we see the man leave, Stiles enters the house.

"What'd he say?" I ask the boy who grabs the keys to his Jeep.

"I'll tell you guys on the way" He says, throwing the keys at Scott.

Scott and I jump into the Jeep while Stiles gets changed and I turn on the radio, kicking my feet up on the middle console.

The boy comes running out the house pulling on his hoodie and hopping on one foot with his shoe in his hand, making me laugh at him in amusement. He pulls on his second shoe and climbs into the car, throwing his backpack at Scott.

"Feet down" He demands, hitting my shoe and my eyes widen in surprise.

"Someone's feeling bossy today" I comment, sitting up straight and putting my feet on the floor.

The dorky boy rolls his eyes and Scott shakes his head as we pull out the drive way. Within ten minutes we arrive at the McCall household and I hop out the Jeep.

"You've got 20 mins max, Natalia" Stiles sasses me as we enter the house and I roll my eyes.

"Got it, boss" I retort sarcastically and Scott snorts, running up the stairs before me.

I sprint up to my room and immediately strip off my dirty clothes, throwing them into my laundry hamper. I then dash into my bathroom and take a ten minute shower to get the stench of boy off me. Once I'm washed, I dry my body and blow dry my hair, deciding to leave it in its natural curls for today. After slipping on a black lace underwear set, I apply minimum makeup and swing open my closet.

"Hey, we gotta get goi-" The voice is cut off when I scream, spinning around to see Stiles at the door.

His eyes widen like saucers and I grab a pillow, throwing it at him. He starts rambling out a load of apologies and I glare at him in annoyance.

"Stiles, get out!" I snap and he jumps, slamming the door shut.

The door then opens again and I groan loudly when I see Stiles stood there with his hand covering his eyes.

"What?!" I shriek.

"We're leaving in five minutes" He tells me before shutting the door again.

"Jesus Christ" I mutter, turning to my closet.

I slip on a pair of blue skinny jeans, a black bodysuit and a black leather jacket which I pair with red heeled boots. After spraying a little perfume on, I grab my backpack and run downstairs to the Jeep. I climb into the backseat and Stiles immediately drives away.

The Stilinski boy begins telling us about what his father said to him and we listen carefully. I ignore the weird looks I get from the lanky human boy and focus mainly on the situation at hand.

The Jeep pulls up in the high school's parking lot and I'm the first to jump out.

"All right, so we meet at Derek's at 5:00 to go over the plan, and then we don't get started until dark" Scott declares.

"Okay. What do we do till then?" Stiles asks, pulling on his backpack.

"What, right now? We've got English" Scott answers