"life was a willow and it bent right to your wind. head on the pillow, i could feel you sneakin' in."
gracella has one task. one. befriend stiles stilinski, use him to threaten scott mccall. but she doesn't know how persuasive he can be with those h...
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"yeah, like me! i really love reading."
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Somehow both Stiles Stilinski and Scott McCall had Grace's alarm codes on her windows. And they had climbed up the fire escape. And they were sitting on her bed waiting for her. In the creepiest way possible, not to mention the scariest.
They were just sitting on the edge of her bed, staring at the door, wordlessly, waiting for her to walk in.
Apparently, it had only been ten minutes since they opened her window and decided to be creepy.
Stiles explained the situation to her, a young girl named Malia Tate was dragged out of her mother's car by coyotes (that they think were werewolves) after they had an accident and said coyotes (werewolves) killed her little sister and mother. Eight years ago.
"Isn't all the evidence a little, I don't know, old?" Grace said as Stiles dragged her by the wrist to follow Scott in the back door of the Tate house.
"That's not the point," Stiles said. "The point is solving this case, no matter how decomposed the evidence is. We have to try and find Malia."
"Okay, fine," Grace gave in as they quickly entered the squeaky door.
She was immediately hit with an overwhelming smell that covered the entire room. Stiles threw the stuffed animals on the bed for both Scott and Grace to take turns smelling.
"They all smell the same," Grace said, tossing the last stuffed animal back on the bed.
"Yeah, all I'm getting is some animal smell," Scott agreed.
"What kind of animal?" Stiles asked.
"Definitely dog," Grace said, looking at the dog and watching them curiously. He started to growl and snarl, effectively making the two boys look at the Rottweiler.
"Hi, puppy," Stiles greeted the animal. "Get rid of it," He whispered to Scott and Grace.
"Scott," Grace looked at him with a small smile, not at all afraid of the dog as the boys were. "You should probably take this one, try and gain a bit more control."
"Me?" Scott asked, eyes not leaving the dog.
"Yes, you," Grace rolled her eyes.
"Glow your eyes at it, something, be the alpha," Stiles suggested.
"I can't," Scott said to them in a whisper.
"Okay, buddy, you're going to have to try something."
Scott approached it with a hand extended out to the dog. "Nice doggy,"
