After leaving Beacon Hills and returning to find out her best friend got bitten by a werewolf, Jade Valet's life starts to become even more distant to what it was every day.
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"This is a terrible idea." I tell Scott as I hop out of Stiles' Jeep.
"Yeah, I know." Scott sighs with a light tone of anger in his voice.
"But we're still gonna do it?" The owner of the Jeep shrieks.
Scott furrowed his eyebrows and wore his extremely usual face of confusion. "Can you think of something better?"
"Well, personally I'm a fan of ignoring a problem until eventually it just goes away." I snort at Stiles' relatable response.
""Just make sure we can get inside." Scott groaned and me and Stiles reluctantly followed him over to a figure standing outside of the school. "He's here."
"Where's my boss?" The teen wolf asked Derek as we approached his black too-hard-to-make-out-what-type-of-car-it-is car. I believe I just used 10 hyphens. Anyways...
"He's in the back." Derek deadpanned and motioned to the backseat of his car where Scott's boss, Deaton, the animal doctor, was lying unconscious and tied uncomfortably with rope and with tape over his silent mouth.
"Oh, well, he looks comfortable." I sarcastically comment, only earning a quiet snort from Stiles beside me.
"God, we're like the perfect sarcastic duo." Stiles joked and shook his head at us.
I turn my attention back to the bickering werewolves. "You said I was linked with the Alpha. I'm gonna see if you're right."
"Okay, one question." Stiles blurts out nervously as the three of us teenagers are wandering around the halls of our dark and somewhat mysterious high school, "What are you gonna do if the Alpha doesn't show up?"
"I don't know." The teen wolf told us truthfully.
"And what are you gonna do if he does show up?"
"I don't know."
"Good plan." Me and Stiles both pat him sarcastically on either die of his back which just causes him to furrow his eyebrows once again.
"All right. You said that a wolf howls to signal his position to the rest of the pack, right?" Stiles asks Scott as we reach the doors of the reception desk, hurrying into the small and clean room. Scott nods in reply and I start rummaging through the drawers helplessly. "What are you doing?" The boy with the buzz cut wondered and whipped his head round to get full view of one of his best friends, aka me, frantically searching around the reception desk for something even she didn't know what she was looking for.
"I don't know!" I shriek and widen my hazel coloured eyes. Stiles just shook his head with squinted eyes before turning his attention back to Scotty boy.
"Right, but if you bring him here, does that make you part of his pack?"
"I hope not."
"Yeah, me too." I state in a 'duh' tone which earns a shocked glance from the both of them as they didn't even realise I was paying any attention to their conversation.
"All right. All you." Stiles clapped his hands together as he slides the microphone over to Scott.
Lord, oh, Lord. The next sound I heard could've deafened me for life. It was like a ton of cats being choked to death and screaming for air.
"Was that okay? I mean, that was a howl, right?" Scott furrows his eyebrows with wide eyes looking frantically between me and Stiles.
Stiles squinted his eyes and projected his body weight onto the wooden desk in front of him. "I- yeah, technically."
"Well, what did it sound like to you?"
The human leaped up and softened his eyes, knowing he can't cope with lying about how terrible Scott's howl was. "Like a cat being choked to death, Scott."
Scott started to panic and started waving his hands helplessly. "What do I do? How am I supposed to do this?"
"Hey, hey. Listen to me. You're calling the Alpha. All right? Be a man. Be a werewolf, not a teen wolf. Be a werewolf." I gradually attempted to give the werewolf some confidence as I made my way over to him and placed my steady hands on his shoulders. "Do it."
Now, this howl. This howl was the complete opposite of the cat being choked to death earlier.
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"I'm gonna kill all three of you." Derek yelled angrily at the three of us who were just making our way towards our parked cars from the school. "What the hell was that? What are you trying to do, attract the entire state to the school?"
"Sorry. I didn't know it would be that loud." Scott apologised.
"Yeah, it was loud. And it was AWESOME." Stiles leaned back in his standing position, still keeping his body straight but tilting his feet slightly backwards. I snorted at his statement.
"Shut up." Derek deadpanned to the overly-enthusiastic teenage boy grinning beside me.
"Don't be such a sour wolf." I flung my arms into the air.
"What'd you do with him?" Scott ignored our 'light argument' and drew his attention somewhere close by.
We all followed his freaked-out gaze to see the backseat of Derek's car empty with the help of the door being unlocked. Deaton was gone. "What? I didn't do anything."
