Hope Aflame (Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter 24

Double Update so read chapter 23 first loves!

"Xylazine." Deacon announces, placing three bottles of it in the side.

 "It's a tranquilizer for horses. For a werecoyote, except it work within seconds. I only have three. So whoever's shooting, needs to be a damn good shot." 

"Allison's a perfect shot." Alannah informs them.

 "She used to be." Isaac corrects her. 

Alannah rolls her eyes, "You know I'm finally starting to see why Stiles can't stand you." She scuffs. 

"She can do it." She assures everyone and encourages her best friend. 

"If we manage to find the thing." Isaac reminds the groups. 

"What is up with you? Are you ever positive?" Alannah snaps at him as Stiles enters the room smiling brightly that his girlfriend was telling Isaac off. 

He found it hot. 

"Okay, what is the point of him? Seriously, I mean, what is his purpose? Aside from the persistent negativity and the scarf? What's up with the scarf anyway? It's 65 degrees out." Stiles joins in.

 Isaac shoots Stiles a sarcastic smile, "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 for eight years?" 

"I can do it." Scott tells them. 

"You can?" everyone questions. 

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. Deucalion did the same thing in the distillery." Deaton looks skeptical. 

"This is a werecoyote, Scott. Who knows if it'll even work if you can find someone who can teach you." 

"That's why you called Derek, first." Alannah realized. 

"Yeah, I could try it on my own. But right now, I'm too scared to even change into just a werewolf." 

"We need a real alpha. An alpha who can do alpha things. An alpha who can you know get it going. Get it-" Stiles starts.

 "Up?" Isaac offers. 

"Great. I'm an alpha with performance issues." Scott sighs.

The twins had been able to successfully get Scott to turn alpha again so now Scott, Stiles, Elle, Lydia, Allison, and Isaac are out in the Beacon Hills Preserve trying to find Malia. 

"Anyone else think we might be doing more harm than good?" Lydia asks the group. 

Scott looks at all of them, "We're trying to keep a father from killing his own daughter."

 "Actually, we're trying to keep a guy from killing a coyote who is actually his daughter, who we don't know how to change from a coyote back to his daughter." Isaac corrects him. 

Stiles groans loudly, "And again with the not helping." 

Alannah chuckles at this and leans into his side casually. 

Everyone then splits up into pairs to try to find Malia.

Alannah and Stiles sit in Stiles' Jeep waiting to hear from their friends. 

Alannah had been resting her head on Stiles' shoulder, but she is starting to get antsy sitting there for a while. 

Getting an idea, she sits up straighter and starts to place light kissed along Stiles' neck. 

Stiles easily gives into her sighing peacefully. 

He pulls her closer to him so their lips can connect but a loud shrilling sound from Stiles' phone interrupts the pair. 

Stiles groans in frustration and answers the phone. 

It was his dad.

 "It took the doll again? What the hell is so important about this doll?" he questions. 

"I don't know, but listen to me. There are traps all over those woods. Near the trails. Probably near the car crash. And Tate is out there with a rifle. I want you to stay out of those woods. You got that? Stiles?"

 "It's the doll." Stiles says in realization. 

"Stiles?" Sheriff questions but Stiles hangs up on him. 

"It's the doll. Stiles, Malia isn't holding the doll." Alannah states pointing to the picture Stiles pulled out. 

"It's her younger sisters." She continues.

 Stiles faces the blonde putting it all together now.

 "I know where she's going." He states.

 The pair then take off into the woods. 

Stiles leads the way walking quickly while leaving Scott a voicemail, "Scott, it's me, you got to call me back as soon as you can. It wasn't Malia's doll. It was her sister's. Malia left it at the car for her sister. It's like bringing flowers to a grave. Okay, and we stole the flowers. So, that's all she's trying to do right. Bring the doll back to the grave, to the car wreck. That's where she's headed. The car wreck." 

Alannah pauses noticing where she just stepped as she tried to keep up with Stiles fast pace.

 "Stiles?" She calls out. 

"Yeah." He turns around, distracted. 

"Stiles!" she points down trying not to panic. He finally looks down at her seeing her foot in the middle of a trap that hasn't sprung. 

"Don't move." He voices. 

"No shit!" she huffs. 

She closes her eyes taking a deep breath. 

"Look for a warning label."

 "A warning label?" Stiles questions. 

"Instructions on how to disarm it." Alannah clarifies. 

Stiles looks at her incredulously, "Alannah, babe, why the hell would they put instructions on the bottom of a trap?" 

"Because animals can't read." She states like it's obvious. 

Stiles bends down to see a yellow label along the bottom in what seems to be gibberish. 

"Um, we've got a problem."

 "I can't read either." Stiles reveals. 

"Okay umm, Stiles, you don't need the instructions. When was the last time you've ever used instructions? Am I right? You don't need them because you are too smart to waste your time with them, okay? You can figure it out. Stiles, you're the one who always figures it out. So you can do it. Figure it out." Alannah instructs him. 

Stiles wipes the sweat off his face in concentration. 

He finds a small wheel on the side of the trap, "Okay, here we go. Ready?" when Alannah nods he turns the wheel and Alannah leaps away. 

The tap delays enough that she escapes just in time before it clamps shut. 

Alannah jumps into Stiles' arms, and he presses her as close to him as possible. 

Stiles brings her in for a loving kiss full of relief. 

 "Thank you, Stiles Stilinski." She breathes out after their kiss.

 "No problem, Alannah Knight." He whispers against her lips.

 They then continue to make their way through the woods. 

Upon hearing Scott's loud roar Stiles pumps his fist in the air in excitement. 

"Oh, that's what I'm talking about." 

When they finally get to Scott they see him crouched down eyes glowing a vibrant red as he watches the coyote in front of him flashing electric blue eyes before lying down in submission.

 Then there was no longer a coyote but a seventeen-year-old confused teenage girl covered in dirt and leaves. 

Malia Tate was back.