One More I Love You

Alpha with Performance Issues

The three of us tried to move on with our day, and I was on my way to meet Isaac in the lunchroom but a panicked call from Scott had me rushing right back to the locker room instead. Apparently Kira was attacked by an animal. But not just any animal, a coyote. By the time I got there, the locker room was filled to the brim with cops and animal animal control. Stiles stood in one corner with his father and Kira stood in another with her's, both in heated conversations.

Scott sat on a bench in the middle of the room by himself, deep in thought. I figured he's my best bet to figure out what's going on. "How did a coyote get this far into the school completely unnoticed?" Scott asked which is valid. Between students and teachers it's miraculous that Kira was the only one to stumble across it.

"A coyote wouldn't come anywhere near here between all the noise and foot traffic. But a well motivated werecoyote might." I inquired cautiously wondering if he's thinking the same, and the look on his face told me so.

"You think Malia attacked her?"

"I mean who else could it be?"

As Scott shrugs his shoulders Stiles begins stalking this way. He's holding up his black backpack, the front was shredded and a baby doll was hanging out of it. "Guys, I think I know what she was looking for."

Scott quickly snatched the backpack from his best friend. He roughly pulls the doll out and holds it toward him accusingly. "You took the doll from the car?!"

"Yeah, I thought you could use it, you know, for like her scent."

"Stiles, you can't just take evidence from a crime scene! We talked about this." I scold but was immediately waved off.

"First of all, ex-crime scene. Case is closed remember? And second, if anyone wanted this creepy ass doll they would've found it by now." Stiles takes the toy back and examined its beat up and dirty body. "Trust me, no one is looking for this piece of crap."

"Where did you get that?" A voice boomed on cue, out of nowhere. Well it seemed to come from no where, until we saw a red face Mr. Tate bull dozing towards us. Mr. Tate rips the doll out of Stiles' hands, almost dismembering it in the process, and the three of us take a big step back."Where did you find this?"

I can see tears in his eyes threaten to spill over as he cradled the broken doll in his hands. "It belonged to my daughter." He whimpered. Rage fills his face once again and he tries to close the space between us but Sheriff Stilinski steps in.

"Mr. Tate, I don't know how you heard about this. If you got your own police scanner or what but you can't be here." Stiles' dad warns as he begins guiding Mr. Tate out of the locker room but freezes as his hand touched his jacket. Sheriff pulls back Mr. Tate's jacket to reveal the gun he had tucked into his pants.

"I have a permit." Tate tries to counter but he wasn't hearing it.

"California schools are gun free zones, permit or no permit. You need to leave, Mr. Tate. Now."

Mr. Tate stumbles over his words. Eventually he turns and leaves in defeat with the doll in hand. "You find that animal. You find that thing." He ordered letting the door slam behind him.
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"Xylazine. It's a tranquilizer for horses." Deaton said placing three bottles of tranquilizers on the exam table where Scott, Stiles, Isaac, and I all stood around. He figured our chances of catching Malia before animal patrol gets her increased significantly if she's asleep. "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." Hearing Scott say this made Isaac scoff, grabbing everyone's attention.

"Well she used to be." Isaac smirks, and he's right. Usually Allison is a perfect shot, but she's a human subject to human error. She never misses because she practices literally all of the time. Lately she's been so busy worrying and following behind Scott. Im not too confident in her focus.

"She can do it." Scott grumbles.

"If we manage to find the thing." Isaac smugly folds his arms over his chest and smirks as Stiles' constant frown deepens.

"Okay, what is the point of him?" Stiles snaps. "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."

"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?" With that said everyone fell silent, even Deaton which is surprising considering he usually knows everything about everything.

"I can do it." Scott States without a second thought.

"You can?" Stiles asks followed by a "Since when?" from me.

"You remember the night that Peter trapped us in the school?" Stile nods. "In the gym, he was able to make me turn using just his voice. Deucalion did the same thing in the distillery."

"She's is a werecoyote, a lone one at that. Who knows if it'll even work if you can find someone who can teach you."

"That's why you called Derek, first." Stiles answered for him. No one has heard from or seen Derek or Peter since we took down Jennifer. Considering Scott still can't shift I'm guessing he still hasn't been able to get through to them.

Scott hesitates for a minuet before confirming. "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." After seeing the offended look on his best friends face Stile quickly corrects himself. "You know what I mean. An Alpha who can do Alpha things. You know, an Alpha who can get it going. You know, get it.."

"Up?" Isaac finished with a smirk.

"Great. I'm an Alpha with performance issues."

"You guys are disgusting." I shame them. "Is there anyone else besides Derek who could help?"

"I wouldn't trust Peter." Isaac warns.

"He's MIA anyway, who else?"

"Maybe the twins?" Stiles suggest but Deaton shuts him down.

"They're not Alphas anymore. After what Jennifer did, almost killing them? It broke that part of them."

"Yeah, but what if they know how to do it?"

"Nobody's seen them for weeks." Scott argues.

"Actually, that's not totally true." Stiles responds look over at me knowingly.

I pull my phone out of my back pocket and slightly wave it in the air before turning to leave the room. "I'll call Lydia."