Dark of the moon (Dnf)

More bad then good - 3

Stiles sighed. He didn’t seem so sure. BAM. Scott and I looked up when we heard a crash, our ears picking up the sound instantly along with the sound of running footsteps.

“Do you smell that?”

Oh my god, we had to leave Stiles and we made a run for it to the girls locker room, seeing Malia (I have no idea what to even call her when she's in coyote form so we’ll just stick with her name), and Kira inside.

Kira was trying to run away. The smell of fear and anger was intense. Kira nearly jumps a foot in the air when Scott announces himself by pushing her behind him.

Scott and I pushed the row of lockers down, so it wouldn’t look that weird if only one of us did because come on, we’re strong but we’re not that strong if people think we’re human. 

Kira was still terrified as we looked around to see if Malia was still there. She was gone. I looked around the locker room, broken glass. She actually broke in here. But why?

She didn’t attack Kira, it was more like she was warning her. I looked at Kira and Scott, “I am going to go and get a teacher,” I told them. More really her, “I’ll be right back.” 

I ran out of the locker room, following Malias scent. I came to a stop at the double doors of the school, she was gone. Again. I don’t know why but there is just something so familiar about her, even if I’ve never even met her.

Seeing as I couldn’t just ditch school I went to find my mom and tell her what happened. Per school regulations she had to call animal control and the sheriff's station. Stilinski questioned us on how it all went down, and there was a crowd of kids forming outside the locker room. 

“Dad, seriously, I'm okay.” Kira assured her father again. “Why were you not headed to lunch like everyone else?” 

“They left their bags! I was just trying to do something nice.” Kira defends herself. She had indeed tried to return our school bags, thankfully my laptop didn’t crack when the lockers went down.

“You do something nice, and you make friends-- or, so I've heard.” 

“Izzy, Scott.” Scott and I stood as Stiles approached us. “I think I know what she was looking for.” He pulled the same creepy doll from his bag.

The one that nearly gave me a heart attack and whatever the hell my hands did. I stare at him exasperated. “You took the doll from the car?”

Well no wonder she went after Kira, she had all of our bags. She followed the damn scent. 

“Yeah, I thought you could use it!” Stiles explained his reasons. “You know, for, like, her scent,” I slap myself on the forehead. We already had her scent, we don’t need to be taking one of the only things she had in her den. For god sakes they belong to her. 

“Where did you get that?” asked a voice that startled us. We looked to see Mr. Tate walked in. When did he get here? Actually, when did a coyote in a highschool interest adults?

He is solely focused on the doll. “Where did you find this?” He snatched the doll from Stiles. “It belonged to my daughter.” 

Oh dear god. 

Stilinski approached him. “Mr. Tate, I don't know how you heard about this-- if you have your own police scanner or what-- but you can't be here.”

Stilinski began to push him back and then paused. Stilinski moved to the side Tates sweater flap to reveal a gun. “I have a permit.” 

“California schools are gun-free zones, permit or no permit.” Stilinski reminds him. “You need to leave, Mr. Tate. Now.” 

“You find that animal!” Tate demands as he backed away. “You find that thing!” The boys and I exchanged looks. Dammit. 

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“Xylazine.” Deaton said. “It's a tranquilizer for horses.” Deaton puts the vials in front of us on the table. We had to get our plan to get Malia from a coyote to human in action.

Her father is a hunter, who seems hellbent on killing the coyote that killed his family. Unbeknownst to him, that his daughter is the coyote that had no control that killed- gah. I still can’t bring myself to say it. 

“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. I nod, she is. “She used to be.” Isaac corrects. I give him a small glare, we really don’t need doubts right now. Especially with what’s at stake.

Tate will be mortified if he does get to Malia before us. She might be stuck in coyote form now, but when she's dead she won’t be. 

“She can do it.” 

“If we manage to find the thing.” 

“Okay, what is the point of him?” Stiles questioned, irritated by Isaacs words.

“Seriously, I mean, what is his purpose? Aside from the persistent negativity and the scarf?” Stiles points to the scarf wrapped around Isaacs neck.

I frowned at it, we never get cold. I doubt it's a fashion statement, although it does look good on him. I actually have noticed he’s been wearing scarfs lately.

“What's up with the scarf, anyway? It's sixty-five degrees out!” 

“Look, maybe I'm asking a question no one here wants to ask–” Isaac said.

“How do we turn a coyote back into a girl when she hasn't been a girl in eight years?”

Scott sighed, thinking it over. “I can do it.” I frowned, looking at him skeptically. “You can?” I thought he was still having alpha performance issues. 

Scott nods. “You remember the night that Peter trapped us in the school? In the gym, he was able to make me turn using just his voice.” I have no idea what he’s talking about because I wasn’t actually there for that part of the whole night.

However I remember him telling me he could barely control himself. “Deucalion did the same thing in the distillery.” 

“This is a Werecoyote, Scott.” I remind him. It wasn’t a werewolf we were dealing with. Werecoyotes are entirely different. Deaton nods, “Who knows if it'll even work? If you can find someone who can teach you?”

“That's why you called Derek first.” I realized. Derek and Peter haven’t answered nearly a single text since they went off to do whatever errand they were running for my mom.

Which makes me wonder and question what exactly they are doing. Scott nods. “Yeah, I could try it on my own... But, right now, I'm too scared to even change into just a Werewolf.”

I sighed, “We need a real Alpha.” Scott looks at us. “You know what I mean!” Stiles replied exasperated. “An Alpha who can do Alpha things. You know, an Alpha who can get it going! You know, get it–”

“Up?” Isaac said. Scott said disappointed. “Great. I'm an Alpha with,” He struggled to get the words out. “Performance issues.” I pat Scott on the back sympathetically. 

“Is there anyone else besides Derek who could help?” Deaton asked. “I wouldn't trust Peter.” Neither would I, but right now he’s actually turning into the Peter I remembered. Well, a better version of the Peter he is now.

“Maybe the twins?” 

“They're not Alphas anymore. After what Jennifer did, almost killing them?”

When Dad and I left to go find Mom, we really thought the twins were dead. When we came back to see them alive and standing I almost thought I was seeing ghosts.

I actually did for a second till I realized everyone saw them. I don’t know how they survived that. “It broke that part of them.” 

“Yeah, but what if they know how to do it?” I asked. Scott shrugs. “Nobody's seen them for weeks.” 

I cringed and scratched my head. “Uh-” Everyone looked at me. I chuckled awkwardly as I fiddled with my jacket sleeve.

“That’s not entirely true.”