Violet's Return

On The Loose

Miles runs from his room just as fast, bumping into Stiles and almost falling to the ground, only stopped by Stiles' hand grabbing his shoulder to keep him steady.

"Daddy! Maggie- the moon- her claws and-" Miles is frantic, unable to get his thoughts together to explain what happened.

"Breathe buddy." Stiles leans down, both hands now on Miles' shoulders in attempt to calm him.

Miles visibly does so, taking a deep breath before continuing.

"She's gone. Maggie couldn't control her animal this time, she changed and jumped out the window!" Miles exclaims, pointing into their room.

I walk past to look inside, seeing their broken window and glass on the ground beneath it. He's right, Maggie transformed and lept from the roof.

"Stay here." I instruct the two of them, already heading towards the window to jump out and follow her scent.

"Vi, no." Stiles picks up our son, who hugs him tightly and burries his face in his chest, frightened for his sister.

"I'll call my dad, he can watch Miles and we'll go look for her together."

I give one firm nod, breathing deeply in impatience but respecting that he's her father and Werewolf or not he wants to help find her.

***

"Turn here!" I follow Maggie's scent, window down in the passenger seat of Stiles' blue jeep.

He takes the turn easily even with no notice, having had lots of practice in the past helping Scott follow scents.

"Why this full moon? She's been fine until now, both of them have." Stiles tries to understand why Maggie has lost control on this particular moon.

He's right, the twins have been doing great; even without the Wolfsbane Sofia kept in our ventilation to dull their power.

Though the first moon here was rough, I coached them through it and they did wonderfully so I too am at a loss as to why now she's lost control.

"I don't know." I pick anxiously at my hands, sniffing on occasion to make sure we're still on the right track.

I look out the open window and up to the moon, taking a deep breath of the night air.

"Shit." I breathe out, a thought occurring to me.

"What is it?" Stiles glances at me concerned.

"Sofia."

"What?" Panic immediately washes over his features at the thought of her.

"No." I take his hand to calm him, regretting my lack of explanation.

"It's her birthday." As I say this Stiles relaxes a little, understanding that she hasn't returned.

"She used to show Maggie harmless spells and they'd bake together, against my wishes, but you know how headstrong Maggie can be." I sigh. "They would always make a big thing of it, just the two of them." I close my eyes tightly for a moment, shaking my head at my negligence. "It didn't even cross my mind."

"That's why she's upset. Why she lost control?" Stiles concludes and I mumble a response, I always loathed the closeness Sofia shared with my daughter.

We both hear a howl in the distance, sharing a look before Stiles turns abruptly in its direction, towards the Beacon Hills Preserve.

As we get closer their is another howl followed by a snarl and whimper, it sounds like two animals fighting.