Connections [2]

Panic Attack

Stiles and I ran after Scott at one point and as the both of us were running through the woods we ran into someone else and the three of us started screaming our heads off until we realized it was just each other.

"Oh. I think I found something." Stiles said to him.

"So did I." Scott said, and we had begun our journey to the small den that we had found when we were looking for Scott. He informed us that the coyote wasn't just a normal coyote, but in fact Malia.

"It's a coyote den." Stiles said as the three of us crouched down in front of it, shining our flashlights inside.

"Werecoyote." Scott corrected, and the three of us somehow crawled into the den, but I will say that it was pretty cramped in there.

"Remember, it's the same one she was wearing in the photo." Stiles, picking up a dirty green and blue coat. I look over and see Scott holding something old and ratty, maybe a scarf?

"We shouldn't be in here." He said, and he was right. We invaded her home, she won't back here.

"What did you mean?" Stiles asked.

"We invaded her home, Stiles. She won't take likeliness to that, and she definitely won't come back here once she gets a whiff of our scent." I said to him.

"If she's not going to come back here, where's she going to go?" He asked us.

"I don't know." Scott said, and I just shrugged.

"Can you track her now?" He asked. "You think you got her scent?"

"Maybe." He said, but I knew he was hesitant. "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."

Stiles sighed. "The door's still open."

"If I can't get to Derek, we're gonna have to find someone else to help. This is basically a crime scene, right?" He suddenly asked us. "I think it might be a little out of my boss's league."

"And more in my dads." Stiles said, and I smirked.

"Agent Jackass is not winning today!" I exclaimed, and the boys burst out laughing.

"Did you just call my dad a jackass?" Scott asked me, still laughing.

"Why? Taking any offense to it?" I asked him.

He shook his head. "Nope. Have at it."

-

"You're sure it was her?" Sheriff Stilinski asked us when he came out from the coyote den and walked over to us. We called him right after we got out, and he brought some deputies with him to check out the crime scene.

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

"It makes sense, Dad." Stiles piped up.

"But it wasn't a girl. It was a four-legged coyote, right?" He asked to be sure.

"Well, yeah, but there are multiple Were species, I believe. We'd have to check the bestiary. Ever hear of a werejaguar?" I asked him, and he just stared at me. "Okay, I'm not helping. Stiles?"

"Okay, that is the part that we don't exactly have figured out yet." Stiles said, coming to my aid.

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

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

"Which is probably what caused the accident." I said.