𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

"You know, if my dad's right, that means there's another werewolf in town that we haven't met yet" Stiles states as we walk through the woods, following my brother who has the map on his phone and the flashlight.

"I know" Scott nods.

"If it turns out to be something like triplets that form into, like, a three headed hound of hell, I'm seriously not up for that" Stiles explains.

"Yeah. Me either" Scott agrees "Especially since I can't even control my own transformation anymore"

"Don't worry, boys. I'll keep you safe" I coo, my eyes flashing a bright pink.

A loud howl rips through the silent air and Stiles jumps, grabbing me in fright. I bump into Scott who stumbles, dropping his phone down a small hill. It lands in a puddle of water and Scott turns to us with a look that screams 'really?'.

"It was him" I hiss, pushing Stiles off me.

"Sorry, buddy" Stiles apologises, dusting himself off awkwardly "I hate coyotes so much"

"I think they're kinda cute" I shrug.

"They always sound like they're mauling some tiny, helpless little animal" He replies and I roll my eyes with an amused smile.

Scott jumps down the hill, collecting his phone and Stiles tries to follow just as smoothly but instead slips down, managing to land on his feet.

He tries to play it off cooly, looking around to see if I seen him and I laugh, causing him to mutter profanities under his breath. I hold out my hands and he raises his brows in surprise, reaching up to grab my hands. I push down the butterflies in my stomach that are caused by the smile on Stiles' face as he helps me down next to him.

"It still works" Scott speaks up and I shove my hands in my pockets, turning to my brother.

"Let me see the flashlight" Stiles says and Scott hands him it, letting the boy walk away slightly "I think we found it"

Scott and I follow the Stilinski boy as he leads us to the Tate car wreck, the vehicle still flipped upside down in the ditch.

"Why wouldn't they move it? Isn't it evidence?" Scott asks.

"Probably too much of a pain in the ass to tow out" Stiles answers.

He shines the light onto the car and my brows raise in shock when I see the claw marks on the metal doors.

"Look at this" I say in awe as we get closer to the vehicle.

"See those?" Stiles asks and Scott touches the car, his fingers in line with the tears on the metal.

"Animal claws would be closer together, right?" Stiles asks.

"Definitely" I confirm.

"Then it was a werewolf" Scott declares.

"So my dad was right" Stiles realises.

We crouch down, looking into the car as Stiles moves the light around the interior.

"What is that?" Scott asks and I reach in, pulling out a babydoll.

I show it to the boys and they look at it in a disturbed manor. Just as I open my mouth to make fun of them, an electronic voice plays.

"I'm hungry" The doll cries and we all scream.

I drop the doll, jumping towards my brother who grabs me in concern.

"I think I just had a minor heart attack" Stiles pants and I nod in agreement.

Suddenly the sound of growling makes me freeze and I turn towards the direction the sound is coming from.

"Hey, guys...Please tell me you see that" Scott mumbles and I notice the vivid blue eyes staring at us from the darkness.

"I see it" Stiles says.

"We are so dead" I mutter.

The creature abruptly makes a run for it and Scott sprints after it.

"Wait, hey, Scott! Scott, wait!" Stiles hollers.

"Scott, come back!" I groan.

"Come on, dork" I huff, grabbing the boy and tugging him forward.

We run through the woods as fast as we can, Stiles rapidly flashing the light around as my eyes dart from left to right, looking for my runaway brother.

I'm abruptly yanked backwards and I squeal, falling into Stiles in surprise. I glare at the boy as he looks around the darkness surrounding us. Just as I make a move to scold him for grabbing me, I hear the sound of feet slamming against the forest floor.

"This way, Stilinski" I chirp, sprinting off towards the sound.

We found a bunch of trees and bump into another figure, making the three of us scream in fright. Stiles shines the flashlight and I see Scott looking at us in relief.

"Oh, it's just you" I sigh.

"I think I found something" Stiles says and I frown in confusion.

"So did I" Scott replies.

"Am I the only one who was running around like a headless chicken?" I scoff and they both smile in amusement, making me roll my eyes.

Scott and I follow Stiles as he leads us towards whatever it is that he has found while Scott tells us about what he found.

Turns out, the coyote is Malia. She's a werecoyote.

We reach a small cave and I file in behind Stiles, Scott right behind me. My eyes widen when I see the children's clothes and toys that lay on the floor of the cave.

"It's a coyote den" Stiles explains.

"Werecoyote" Scott corrects.

"That's Malia's!" I realise, shuffling forward to pick up the small girl's colourful coat.

"It's the same one she was wearing in the photo" Stiles adds.

Scott picks up a stuffed teddy bear and I realise something, something that my brother must also realise.

"We shouldn't be in here" He states.

"What do you mean?" Stiles asks.

"She's not gonna come back now, Stiles" I explain.

"We just invaded her home" Scott agrees "Our scent's going to be everywhere"

"If she's not going to come back here, where's she going to go?" Stiles questions.

"I don't know" Scott shrugs.

"I don't think she has anywhere else to go" I answer.

"Can you track her now? You think you got her scent?" Stiles wonders.

"Maybe" Scott says "But I'm better at this when I'm a full wolf. And I'm still worried that if I do it, I won't be able to turn back"

"The door's still open" Stiles sighs.

"If I can't get to Derek, we're gonna have to find someone else to help" Scott explains.

"This is basically a crime scene, right?" I ask.

"I think it might be a little out of my boss's league" Scott adds.

"And more in my dad's" Stiles finishes.

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I let out a tired yawn and Stiles looks at me in concern.

"Piggyback?" He offers and I grin softly, nodding.

He turns his back to me and I hop onto him, wrapping my legs and arms around him. Stiles grabs my thighs to hold me up and I lay my chin on his shoulder.

The Stilinski boy watches his father as he searches the coyote den and I look to Scott who smirks at me knowingly. I stick my tongue out at him and he wiggles his eyebrows playfully. Stiles' grip on my thighs tightens a little and I gulp, turning to see the Sheriff walking towards us.

"You're sure it was her?" The man asks us.

"I looked her right in the eyes. And they glowed just like mine" Scott answers.

"It makes sense, Dad" Stiles adds.

"But it wasn't a girl. It was a four legged coyote, right?" Sheriff asks.

"Well, okay. But yeah, see, that's the point that we don't exactly have figured out yet" Stiles admits.

"Okay, but if it was a full moon and she did change while her mom was driving, then anything could've happened" Scott explains.

"Horrible things could've happened" Stiles counters "Ripping, shredding, tearing things"

"I think they get it, dork" I whisper in his ear and he squeezes my thighs, causing me to think about some things I shouldn't be thinking about.

"Which is probably what caused the accident" Scott says, pulling me out of my unholy thoughts about his best friend.

"Think about it, Dad, all right" Stiles speaks "They're driving, Malia starts to change, she goes out of control, the mom crashes and everybody dies"

"Except for Malia" I chirp.

"She blames herself, right, goes off running into the woods and eventually becomes trapped inside the body of a coyote" Stiles explains to his father.

"That makes sense" The Sheriff says and we all perk up, but our attitudes are smashed when he finishes his sentence "In a Chinese folktale! Kids, this is...This is insane. I need this kept quiet. The three of you, not a word. I don't want anyone hearing about this. I especially don't want Mr Tate hearing about this"

"Scott? Scott!" The Sheriff snaps and it seems to snap my brother out of his dazed state.

"Sorry" He mumbles "What did you say?"

"Oh, hell" Sheriff mutters and I turn my head to see what he's looking at.

My father is walking towards us with Mr Tate.

"Of course" I scoff, rolling my eyes.

"Mr Tate" Sheriff greets the man.

The grief stricken man gently takes the blanket belonging to his daughter from the Sheriff's hand and looks at it in sadness.

"Mr Tate?" Sheriff speaks.

"It's hers" Mr Tate mumbles and I frown, feeling sorry for the man.

"All right, wait here" Our father declares.

"Dad" Scott speaks up.

"I'll talk to you two in a minute" He retorts, looking between Scott and I "I wouldn't mind hearing how your mom's okay with you running around in the woods this late"

He walks away, the Sheriff on his tail and I lay my head against Stiles'.

"Fucking asshole" I mutter and the boy holding me chuckles quietly.