2. Seeing Purple | Scott McCall

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"Stile, an arrangement of steps that allows people, but not animals, to climb over a fence." Scott read from the computer screen as he, Brooke and Lydia sat in the school library the next day still trying to figure out what the hell a stiles is.

"Yeah, somehow I don't think these are the stiles we're looking for." Lydia muttered looking at the definition annoyedly.

"Maybe Malia's found something." Scott put out there.

"No. She's been taking a make-up test all morning." Brooklyn told him. When a howl was heard through the school they got an update on her progress. "And it isn't going well." she mumbled. The three of them grabbed their stuff and headed out.

They got to the basement where her scent led and met up with Natalia and the Sheriff in the process. Scott ventured into the small room first and saw Malia in her coyote form huddled in the back growling. "Malia, it's okay. You're safe." the True Alpha said soothingly. "I'm not going to hurt you."

She growled at them all as the rest of them came to stand beside Scott. "I think she's calming down." the McCall boy stated despite her yapping at them.

"Maybe you should growl back?" the Sheriff suggested. Him and Natalia flinched back slightly as her growling intensified. "Scott, you're the Alpha. Can't you just make her a little more docile?"

"She's not the problem. We are." Lydia announced. "This is her territory. Maybe we need to get out of here."

"Yeah, come on, come on." Scott instructed as Malia barked at them again.

They moved away but not far enough to let the werecoyote out of their sight. "Malia came here to get through the full moons. Then we started using the lake house." Lydia explained.

"I thought you said a wild animal got in the lake house." Natalia accused.

"Just be happy about all the things I don't tell you." Lydia uttered.

The five of them turned their heads as Malia began moving from her corner. She growled one last time before transforming back into her human self. Her naked human self. The two adults looked away in shock and respect.

"It's all right. I'm okay." Malia told them. Brooklyn moved forward and handed her cousin some clothes before returning to the others. Natalia also went to the Tate girl presumably to calm her down more.

"Any idea what made her shift?" the Sheriff questioned the other three teens.

"She's under a lot of pressure. School, life after graduating. Her mom trying to kill her." Brooklyn listed, glancing back at her cousin sympathetically.

Scott shook his head. "That shouldn't make her shift." He then looked at the two girls to his right and said, "Could it be connected to Stiles?"

"Hard to tell since we don't know what a Stiles is." Lydia replied.

"It's a he." the Sheriff interjected.

"Who?" Brooke asked.

"Stiles. It's a family nickname. I never used it but, uh, my father did." the Sheriff answered. The teens glanced at each other. They needed to know more.

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Brooklyn smiled politely at Claudia as she entered the Stilinski living room with an old box in her hands. After that revelation from the Sheriff, he'd invited the teens over to tell them more which is why Brooke ended up in the green themed room on an armchair with Scott to her left and Lydia to her right.