2. Seeing Purple | Scott McCall

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 𝓡𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓮𝓭 

"Wolves or werewolves?" Malia asked as she lay on her front upon her bed. She was idly flicking through a magazine about France as Lydia and Brooklyn were stood at the foot of her bed. Music was softly playing in the background of it all.

It was the last day of summer and Scott and Liam had been at lacrosse practice, the McCall boy now assistant coach, when a wolf had made its way onto the field. After flashing their eyes at it, the two boys had followed it into the woods and had found another load of wolves but those ones were dead.

"They said wolves." Lydia recalled, dropping down a large suitcase.

"Not interested. You two go." Malia replied, rolling over on her bed so that she lay on her back still reading her magazine.

"Liam was asking for help from the werecoyote, not the healer and the banshee." Brooklyn said to her cousin, trying to convince the girl to go so they could just get whatever it was over with.

"Why me?" Malia questioned, her body not moving an inch as her eyes peered at the words and pictures on the page.

Lydia moved around to the side of the bed the girl's head was at and looked down at her explaining, "Because you're the former animal. Nobody understands mysterious animal situations like you do."

Malia flipped around again, putting her magazine down as she looked at the other two girls in her room. "I'm done with mysterious animal situations. I want mysterious men. French ones."

Brooke rolled her eyes at her cousin. Because the werecoyote wasn't going to college, she decided to spend the time travelling and her first destination was France. Her chocolate eyes then flicked over to the girl's laptop screen as a flashing red message popped up. "Your flight's been delayed." she stated.

"No, no, it's rerouted. There's a difference." Malia shook her head.

"Delayed is what happens when your flight is rerouted. So you have plenty of time to help." Lydia told her.

Brooke kept her eyes on the screen as it beeped and another notification came up. "There's also a storm shutting down Charles de Gaulle Airport."

Malia glanced back at the laptop briefly before picking up her magazine again and shrugging. "It's a minor shower."

Lydia and Brooke gave the werecoyote unimpressed looks before their expressions turned stern. Malia peered back at them annoyedly and shut her laptop with a huff. "Liam's got everything covered. They were just dead wolves. Doesn't sound supernatural to me."

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"Is that the last one?" Brooke asked as Scott loaded in the last suitcase that the girl could see into the boot of Stiles' jeep.

"Yep." Scott answered, shutting the boot door easily. They were about to head off on the drive to Scott's college after hours of making sure they'd packed everything they needed and sitting on suitcases as well as duct taping them to try and keep them shut.

Brooklyn nodded in reply and the two of them rounded the sides of the jeep and got into the front seats. As Scott closed his door with a bang, a piece of paper flittered down from the ceiling. The couple's eyebrows furrowed and the boy reached down to pick up the paper. Brooke let out a slight chuckle when her boyfriend turned over the sheet of paper and scribbled on it were the words 'Be gentle'

"Of course he did." the Hale girl commented.

Scott shook his head with a smile, folding the paper and putting it in the middle console. "Here we go." he announced, quickly leaning over to give the girl a quick kiss before sticking the keys into the ignition.