❝ we're supposed to be in this together, Andy. No matter what or who we're against, we're supposed to do it together. That's what us is all about ❞
𝐝𝐞·𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 | the complete loss or absence of hope.
Or something that Andrea was feeling at the m...
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SAVING MALIA TATE
IN the hopes that they could get some veterinary advice and form a plan with it, Andrea, Isaac, Lucas, Scott and Stiles had gathered around in the Beacon Hills Animal Clinic.
"Xylazine," Deaton announced, placing three small vials of sedatives on the table. "It's a tranquilizer for horses. For a werecoyote, expect it to work within seconds. I only have three. So whoever's shooting needs to be a damn good shot."
"Allison's a perfect shot," Scott assured confidently, knowing how well his girlfriend was at shooting.
"She used to be," Isaac corrected, crossing his arms over his chest. The boy was now wearing a jacket and a scarf around his neck—which was unusual considering where they lived, but Andrea had gotten used to his choices in wardrobe that it didn't surprise her anymore.
Andrea shook her head adamantly, "We can't risk it. It's probably our only chance in getting Malia back."
Scott raised an eyebrow doubtfully, "You know a better shot?"
"Nathan," she answered without thinking.
Stiles narrowed his eyes at the girl, "You only say that 'cause he's your brother."
"And he only says that 'cause it's his ex," Andrea countered, only shrugging when the Alpha decided to throw a glare at her. "Besides, Nathan's been a hunter longer than Allison has—he's got years ahead in training and experience. And yeah ... I say that because he's my brother."
"I agree with her," Lucas piped up. "Nathan's our best chance in helping Malia."
Andrea narrowed her eyes at the Davis boy, realizing something weird. Worry was shown in his face when Allison's name came up, it was as if he knew something she didn't.
"If we manage to find the thing."
"Okay, what is the point of him?" Stiles pointed at the curly haired boy, seemingly exasperated by Isaac's constant negativity. "Seriously, I mean, what is his purpose? Aside from the persistent negativity and the scarf? What's up with the scarf, anyway? It's sixty-five degrees out."
Isaac rolled his eyes in annoyance and sighed, "Look, maybe I'm asking a question no one here wants to ask—how do we turn a coyote back into a girl when she hasn't been a girl in eight years?"
"I can do it."
Stiles raised an eyebrow, "You can?"
"Ava's right, I have to do what I do best—roar," Scott shared a glance with Andrea, who was reminded by the Alpha's short encounter with Ava Davis who only gave him a vague advice to channel his inner Alpha and roar.
