Weight of the World

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Scott, Lydia and Stiles attempted to find 'Molly' in the dictionary, which they found, but neither was the definition they thought.

Scott read the definitions aloud. ""Molly is a any of various small, often brightly colored tropical fish (genus Poecilia) that are live-bearers found in fresh, brackish, or salt water and include several that are highly valued as aquarium fishes." And then there's this one. "the illicit drug ecstasy (see ECSTASY sense 2) especially when in a powdered or crystalline form contained in a capsule.""

Lydia frowned. "Yeah, somehow I don't think these are the Mollies we're looking for."

Stiles sighed. "It's not even the right definitions." He pulled up the name on his phone. "Molly means 'star of the sea'."

Scott looked at his friends hopefully. "Maybe Malia's found something."

Lydia shook her head. "No, Malia's been in a make-up test all morning."

They heard howling and Lydia sighed. "I don't think it's going well."

The teens made their way to the basement.

Scott said to a shifted Malia, "Malia, it's okay. You're safe. I'm not gonna hurt you." She growled.

Sheriff Stilinski glanced at Scott. "Maybe you should growl back? Scott, you're the alpha. Can't you just make her a little docile?"

Lydia looked between her friends. "Back up, guys. She isn't the problem. We are. We're in her space. This is her territory. Let's get out of here."

They backed up and Lydia raised her voice. "Malia used to come here to get through the full moons, before we started using the lake house."

Ms. Martin narrowed her eyes at her daughter. "I thought you said a wild animal got in the lake house."

Lydia shrugged. "Just be happy about all the things I don't tell you."

Malia let out another small growl and her coyote form stalked towards the group as she shifted back into a human. She smiled lightly. "It's all right. I'm okay."

Ms. Martin handed Malia her clothes as the sheriff asked, "Any idea what made her shift?"

"She's under a lot of pressure," Scott replied. "School, her life after graduation."

"Her mom trying to kill her," Lydia added.

Scott glanced at her. "That shouldn't make her shift."

"Could it be connected to Molly?" Stiles asked, smiling briefly at the name.

Scott shrugged. "Hard to tell since we don't know what a "Molly" is."

"It's a "she"," the sheriff said. "This guy, Dean Winchester, has a friend who asked where a Molly was."

"Who?"

"Molly. The man in the trench-coat asked where Molly was."

Scott, Lydia and Stiles made their way to Sam and Dean's place when they were in town to speak to them.

The sheriff grabbed a photo from the his pocket, met the teens and held it out to the teens. "He was an Army engineer. Ended the war one bridge at a time. He may know something."

"And he went by Stiles," Scott said, reading the name in the corner of the picture.

"So what's all this got to do with the Wild Hunt?" Sam asked as he walked up. "Hey, Noah."

Stiles looked up at Sam. "We think someone was taken from us."

"Any idea who?"

Scott shook his head. "Uh, the Ghost Riders would have erased our memories."