Dark of the moon (Dnf)

Anchor - 4

The boys and I carefully crept in on the back porch of the Tate ranch. Stilinski was with Mr. Tate up front, distracting him so we could get into his daughter's room to catch a scent. Stilinski showed us the case files about the Tates. Malia was only about 8 when the accident happened, if we can still call it that.

Her mother and sister died. If it was at the hands of a Werewolf, well that is yet to be detained. Stiles opened the back door which made a small squeaking sound. I winced. Dammit. Why are all the doors we open when we try to sneak in someplace so loud!

We quickly hurried inside before the door made more noise and we were caught. Malia Tates room looked exactly like a 9 year olds would. A princess looking bed, toys on the bed, a desk to color and do homework with picture frames. It was clear that Mr. Tate hasn't been able to move things out. I can't imagine what he'll do when Stilinski talks to him.

Stiles hands plushies and pillows to me and Scott to sniff, so we can try and catch a scent. I had my doubts, it has been years. The scent could have faded, or I cringe. Dog.

"All I'm getting is an animal smell-" I said disgustedly as I pulled the toy away from my nose. I did not like smelling dogs. There's a difference between a werewolf smell, and a wet dog smell. Uck.

"What kind of animal?" Stiles asked. His question was soon answered when a rottweiler appeared at the door. Another thing about werewolves and dogs, we don't exactly get along. Which is ironic considering.

The dog growled lightly as the boys and I stood still, feeling like if we moved it would pounce like they always do in the movies. "Get rid of it." I said through clenched teeth to Scott. "Me?"

"Yes, you! Glow your eyes at it!" He's the alpha, it doesn't take much. At least dogs know who's in charge. "Something!" Stiles exclaimed. "Be the Alpha!"

"I can't..." Scott stuttered. "I don't have control."

"Okay, buddy," Stiles said as Mr. Tate began to yell at his dog to shut up. If that dog didn't stop barking Tate would come here and we would get caught. Maybe even killed. "You're going to have to try something."

"I can't." Scott said again, sounding sad as he said it. I sighed, okay. If Scott can't, that means I have to. I made my eyes glow their shade of yellow, and the dog whined at me. It walked out of the room. I felt a small pain in my eyes when I stopped. I rubbed my eyes, they've never hurt before when I was doing that. I'm sure it must be nothing. "Anything?" Stiles asked us.

Scott and I shake our heads. "All we're getting is that dog." Any trace of Malia was long since washed away. There was a picture on the desk of Malia Tate and her little sister, Stiles snapped a picture. Since we couldn't find her scent, we snuck back out of the house and waited for Stilinski to come outside.

"We're sorry." Scott and I told Stilinski as he walked to us. "We tried as hard as we could. If it wasn't so long ago, we might have been able to do it." I really hated disappointing Stilinski, he's like a second father to me and Scott. And he's never asked anything of us before.

Stilinski nods understandingly. "It's okay. It was a long shot. In fact, it was a pretty terrible idea. I think I just ripped a wound open in that poor man." I sighed, I thought that would happen. "I never should have brought you guys here. I don't know what I was thinking. Thanks for trying, all right?" Scott and I nod.

"See you at home." Stilinski told Stiles. Stilinski got in his cruiser and drove away. I just realized he never told us the importance of this case. He's the sheriff of a small town. I understand that half of his cases are probably supernatural related but why this case? "Aren't there a lot of cases that go unsolved?" I questioned Stiles.