𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎
𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜
After finding out Allison Argent is still alive, Amelia spends her summer away from her boyfriend and friends to try and figure out how to help her.
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DEATON POINTED AT TRACY'S EYE WITH HIS LIGHT, LOOKING AT THEM.
They brought her to the Animal Clinic, more specifically to Deaton.
"Pupils dilate under normal conditions," was the thing the man said, looking at Tracy's eyes as the girl was still unconscious, but breathing heavily. Maybe she was waking up.
Deaton proceeded to take her pulse while Amelia kept looking at her.
"Heart rate is 250," informed Deaton and Amelia frowned.
What the hell was this plant and how was every werewolf in Beacon Hills getting it? How was it possible that she couldn't smell her?
Deaton slowly pulled Tracy's sweater down a bit, looking down to her neck.
"Evidence of an allogenic skin graft on the right shoulder." He looked at the girl's mouth. "Now, this silvery substance at her lips is not something I've seen. It almost looks like mercury."
Tracy shook a bit on the table, making Amelia step away a bit.
"Can't you just give her a shot or something?" Asked Malia to Deaton.
"She doesn't look to be in any pain," argued the veterinarian as Amelia stared down to Tracy.
"I meant a shot to kill her," clarified Malia, making Amelia and everyone turn around to look at her.
Deaton sighed. "I generally prescribe to a cod of ethics that frowns on such measures."
"Malia, you know we're not going to do that," said firmly Scott.
Isaac intervened, stepping forward. "Lizzie said that this girl right here killed her father and her psychiatrist in less than twenty four hours. How do you know she's not going to kill us?"
"I can't believe I'm going to say this, but Isaac does have a point," muttered Stiles, surprising Amelia. "Either way, eventually I'm going to have to let my dad know she's here."
"Agreed," told Deaton to Stiles. "And while I may argue against euthanasia, I'm not opposed to a little..." He grabbed the jar with the Mountain Ash, making Amelia bite her nails. "Extra security."
He threw the ashes towards the back entrance of the examination room, closing the seal.
While Stiles kept staring at the Mountain Ash line, Amelia kept looking at Tracy, still trying to smell her.
"Anything?" Scott asked and she shook her head. "How's that possible?"
"Maybe there is something blocking it," Amelia assumed before looking at Scott. "Maybe I lost my powers again, I don't know, but she doesn't smell like a werewolf. Actually... she smells... like recently cleaned kitchen floor."
