Tethered // Teen Wolf // Isaac Lahey

THIRTY-ONE

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KOREY

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"Anything?"

I let the vivid colour swirls of amber in my eyes dim down behind my closed eyelids, shaking my head slowly as my enhancements drew back and fell silent. I met Scott's eyes reluctantly, "I'm really sorry, but I can't get anything except a really faint smell of strawberry bon-bons."

"Wait, wait," Stiles crouched down at my desk abruptly, "dude, that's good! Scott could only get the dog's scent."

"Yeah," I snorted, handing the baby doll he and Scott had found the night before at the crash sight back to Scott. "I can smell that too. The problem is the scent is so faint, I don't think I'd be able to track it." I hesitated before shrugging, "She would have been nine when the car crash happened. By now, her scent could have changed."

"That can happen?" Scott frowned, "I didn't know that."

"It's okay," I offered him a small supportive smile, "I only learned because of Blake. Werewolves who are born have a greater advantage of knowledge over us. I have one of her notebooks somewhere, I'll lend it to you."

Scott smiled weakly, a touch of sadness sliding off him, "Thanks, Korey." 

"Hey!" Allison's voice cut through our small talk, her smile wide as she darted over to us. "You said you needed my help trying to find a coyote?"

"Yeah, well

"Yeah, well— coyote, girl, same thing—" Stiles dug through his bag, pulling out his iPad to show her the screen, "Here's where we found the den. It's right in the middle of the hiking trails."

Allison squinted at the screen, trailing her finger over it, "Well, that could narrow it down." She pulled back to explain, "Coyotes travel in fixed trails. But, I think you're right about her not going back to the den. Coyotes don't like wolves, and they're really smart—if they don't want to be heard, they actually walk on their toes."

"Coyotes tip-toe?" Stiles blurted incredulously.

"They tip-toe," Allison sighed softly just as the school bell rang loudly above us, "I gotta go, but send me the pinned location."

Stiles hummed in agreement, sliding away to his desk.

"I gotta go too," I pulled myself up out of Scott's seat, "and listen,"

Scott met my eyes, his eyebrows rising in question.

"it's alright not to know things about being a werewolf," I smiled softly, "we're all learning as we go along, even born wolves."

His face melted into appreciation, and his nodded curtly before he pat my shoulder, "I needed that."

"Yeah," I snorted, walking away from him, "I know." My eyes caught Kira's just as I slipped out of the door, and she waved at me happily, which I returned before turning on my heels and darting down the corridor. I made for the lacrosse field, the doors clattering and echoing as I forced them open. I jogged down the steps, crossing the bleachers quickly and aiming to slip out of the back gate, up the trail behind the school.

"Dawson!"

I cringed, my ears ringing from the sheer boom in the words before I stopped, refusing to look behind me. "Nope. I'm Greenberg."

"Swearing is not permitted on school grounds, Dawson," Coach huffed, taking a few shaky steps over the bleachers, trying to appear intimidating while not losing his balance. "Where the hell are you rushing off to? Don't you have class?"