𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

We enter the Hale's now empty loft and I look around at the darkness in confusion.

"They said they'd meet us here" I declare, Stiles by my side.

I hear a grunt from my brother and I turn to see Ethan punch him before both twins throw him to the floor. Stiles grabs me and pulls me out of the way as Ethan does a front flip down the stairs.

They both start beating the living daylights out of my brother and I grab onto Stiles for some stability, hoping that he'll stop me from losing what little control I have. The Stilinski boy wraps his arms around me, letting me tightly squeezes his shirt in my fists as my eyes flash between brown and vivid pink.

"I thought you guys were gonna teach me to roar" Scott groans, laying on the ground.

"We are. You do it by giving in" Aiden replies.

"Giving in and letting go. That's how Deucalion taught us control" Ethan adds, yanking my brother off the floor.

"Hey, you know, that's funny. I've 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" Stiles rambles and surprisingly, it calms me down a little.

"Shut up, Stiles" I pant, a small smile on my face as I let him go and he lets his arms drop to his sides, sticking his tongue out at me.

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

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

"You turn. Then you kick our asses" Ethan smirks.

"And then you roar" Aiden says before roaring loudly, his blue eyes flashing brightly.

"You don't think you can let go with us?" Ethan taunts Scott.

"You think you're going to hurt us?" Aiden continues, pushing him into Ethan.

"Come on, McCall. Give it your all" Ethan chuckles, pushing him back.

"Hey, that rhymed" I mumble and Stiles snorts.

"We can always heal" Aiden assures him.

Scott throws a punch at Ethan but he blocks it and Aiden punches him, causing him to stumble back.

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

"That's what gives you power. It gives you strength" Aiden adds.

Scott swings at Aiden this time but misses and Ethan elbows him in the back, my brother falling to the floor. Scott groans in pain and spits out blood on the cement flooring.

"Giving into it doesn't make you the bad guy. So long as you can control it" Aiden informs the boy.

"Sometimes control's a little overrated" Ethan counters, kicking Scott in the ribs.

"Come on, Scott. Fight back" Stiles says encouragingly.

"What if I can't control it? What if I can't turn back?" Scott questions.

"Then it takes over. You become Malia" Ethan answers "You get further and further away from being human. You turn into an animal. Or worse"

"You turn into Peter" Aiden finishes.

Scott growls lowly and stands up onto his feet, wiping some of the blood from his face onto his sleeve. He then screams and runs at the twins but Aiden simply grabs him by the shirt and slams him onto the table. The boy gets onto the table and throws his fist at my brother's face multiple times, making me wince.

As Scott's face grows bloodier, my eyes flash pink and Stiles wraps his arms around me, pulling me into him. Ethan rushes over, trying to pull his brother off of my own but Aiden fights.

"What?! I thought we were helping him" Aiden snaps.

"You help too much" Ethan retorts.

Aiden looks down in realisation and climbs off the table, taking a couple steps back. The twins look at us and I step out of Stiles' hold, walking towards my brother. Scott moves his head to the side and spits out more blood, a defeated look on his face.

❦ ❦ ❦

The Jeep screeches to a stop in the woods and I jump out first, Stiles following my actions. Scott gets off his bike and Allison's car pulls up next to us, the Argent girl getting out with Lydia and Isaac.

"I see you left the scarf at home, Lahey" I comment, hoping to brighten the current mood.

He gives me a sarcastic smile and I wink at him playfully, causing him to shake his head with a small smile.

"Anyone else think we might be doing more harm than good?" Lydia asks.

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

"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 buts in and I roll my eyes.

"And again with the not helping" Stiles quips.

"Did you bring it?" Scott asks Allison and she opens the trunk of her car, pulling out a large gun.

I gulp, my eyes widening slightly and Stiles nudges me. My gaze moves to him and he gives me a reassuring smile, making me smile warmly back at him.

The sound of a gunshot makes me wince and I turn to the others to see them all looking towards the direction the shot came from. My brother immediately jumps on his bike and puts on his helmet.

"Wait, wait. Wait! Wait!" Stiles calls out as Scott drives off, Isaac, Lydia and Allison running behind him.

"Call your dad. Right now" I order and Stiles pulls out his phone.

"It took the doll again?" He questions after speaking to his dad for a couple minutes "What the hell is so important about this doll?"

I hear the Sheriff's voice talking to Stiles but I don't hear exactly what he's saying so I just watch the boy's facial expressions. He abruptly looks at me in what I can only describe as horrified realisation.

"It's the doll" He declares and I frown in confusion as he hangs up "It's the doll?"

"Stiles, what the hell are you talking about?" I ask in confusion.

"All right, but why would it go all the way to the school and then all the way back to the house just for a doll?" Stiles asks "One that was in the car wreck in the first place. We didn't find it in the coyote den"

"It likes the doll. Who cares?" I huff in annoyance.

"It likes the doll a lot" Stiles adds.

"What kind of doll was it again?" I ask curiously.

"I don't know. It's a doll, you know. It's got little arms, a big baby head and dead, soulless eyes. Actually, I took a pic" Stiles rants, pulling out his phone "Here"

"Okay, so that's Malia" I state pointing to the older girl in the picture.

"Yeah, that's the jacket and the scarf we found in the den" He nods.

I think about the whole situation for a moment before my eyes widen and I slap the boy's arm multiple times, causing him to look at me in confusion.

"Stiles, she's not the one holding the doll. The little one is" I point out.

"That's Malia's younger sister. It's her doll" Stiles explains.

"I know what she's doing" I declare.

"I know where she's going" Stiles adds, realising the same thing I did.

He pulls out his phone to call Scott and I wander behind him as we start walking through the woods towards the crash site.

"Scott, it's me, you got to call me back as soon as you can. It wasn't Malia's doll. It was her sister's. Malia left it at the car for her sister. It's like bringing flowers to a grave. Okay, and we stole the flowers-"

"Actually, you stole the flowers" I correct him.

"Shut up" He scolds me before turning back to his phone "Anyways. So, that's all she's trying to do, right. Bring the doll back to the grave, to the car wreck. That's were she's headed. The car wreck"

I hear a click under my foot and my whole body freezes in fear. My eyes travel downwards and I see the bear trap under my foot, making my heart drop.

"Stiles?" I almost whimper.

"Yeah" He mumbles, turning to me.

"Stiles" I breathe out, moving slightly and his eyes widen.

"Natalia, don't" He warns me.

"Look for a warning label" I demand, my breathing quickening out of fear.

"A warning label?" Stiles asks in confusion.

"Instructions on how to disarm it" I elaborate.

"Natalia, why the hell would they put instructions on the bottom of a trap?" He asks me in disbelief.

"Because animals can't read, Stiles!" I snap in frustration.

He softly nods and crouches down at my foot. I watch anxiously as he looks around the trap before moving some leaves out the way to look at the warning label.

"Nat, we got a problem" He speaks up.

"What kind of problem?" I ask curiously.

"I can't read either" He answers and a tear runs down my cheek.

I'm going to lose a foot, I like my feet, I need my feet!

I give myself a minute to collect myself before letting out a sigh and looking down at the boy at my white heel clad feet.

"You don't need the instructions" I tell him encouragingly "When was the last time you've ever used instructions? Am I right?"

He looks up at me in worry and I smile at him reassuringly.

"You don't need them because you're too smart to waste your time with them, okay?" I assure him and he looks down at the trap doubtfully "If anyone can figure this out, it's you. Stiles, you're the one who always figures it out. So you can do it. Figure it out, dork"

He nods, wiping the sweat from his face onto his sleeve and I take deep breaths. I close my eyes, listening to his rustle around beneath me and I put all my faith into him, hoping that he'll get me out of this mess.

he can do this, he's Stiles

"Okay, here we go" He says and I open my eyes, looking down to see him holding a small wheel "Ready?"

He looks up at me and I nod at him encouragingly.

"Okay, here we go" He repeats.

He quickly turns the wheel and shoots up, yanking me off the trap and into his arms. I squeal in surprise and cling to the boy in fear, looking back to the trap just in time to see it snap shut.

A sigh of relief escapes my lips and I turn my head back to Stiles who I have my arms wrapped around. Our noses brush against each other and I realise how close we are but I don't make a move to change it, my heart still beating one hundred miles per hour. Stiles strokes my hair and I let my head drop to his shoulder, hugging him tighter.

"Thank you" I choke out.

"I got you" He assures me, rubbing my back.

We just stay like that for a moment before pulling away and composing ourselves. A loud roar rips through the air and we both turn to the direction it came from.

"That's what I'm talking about" Stiles comments and I grin proudly.