COMPLETED [ B O O K T W O - S E A S O N S 3 A + 3 B ]
Four months since defeating the Kanima, Madison Stilinski had lived a normal summer filled with fun, trying her best not to think about Derek Hale. But when a pack of Alpha's roam to town...
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Slowly, Scott, Stiles and I walk over to Malia's father's house - Mr Tate. Stiles and I's dad was currently inside speaking to the man, telling him he's considering reopening the case, as a distraction whilst Scott tries to get the scent.
Stiles begins to open the back door, but as soon as he pulls it open, it begins to make a loud creaking noise, forcing us all to cringe. My brother realises no matter how slowly he pushes the door open, it's going to creak anyways. So he just caves, fully opening it, and I feel anxiety flush through me as I quickly walk inside, and Stiles closes the door behind us.
We enter the room, and it feels strange to be in a girl I know is dead's room. Especially a child's. And even though it had been eight years, Mr Tate hadn't touched or moved a single thing in the room it seemed, other than maybe tidy it up. I really hoped what we were trying was going to work. If I was him, I'd want closure too. Stiles and Scott wasted no time picking up teddy bears and having Scott sniff them, as I trailed around the room slowly, looking for something that could be of use.
As I looked around, I noticed a framed picture of two young girls on a blanket in the woods, looking as if they're having a picnic. The smaller girl was holding a bald baby doll, the one who I presumed was Malia, since she looked the same from the other picture I'd seen, was sitting besides her grinning widely.
"All I'm getting is some animal smell." I heard Scott say.
"What animal?" I asked, confused, turning around to look at him, as he cuddled an elephant toy, and I grin at the sight wanting to get my phone out and take a picture.
Scott's eyes widened behind me. "Dog."
I turned around seeing a Rottweiler standing in the door way, snarling at the three of us. I backed up, moving to stand besides Scott, not wanting to piss the dog off and make it bark and alert Mr Tate we were here. "Hi puppy." Stiles blinks at it.
I nudge Scott. "Make it go away."
"Me?" Scott questions.
I roll my eyes. "No, Mr Elephant." I sarcastically retort. "Yes, you, dumbass."
"I can't. I don't have control." Scott reminds us.
"Ok, buddy, you're gonna have to try something." Stiles tells him.
Scott begins to raise a hand, slowly moving towards the dog, and putting on the kind of voice you use when speaking to a five year old. "Nice doggy..."
The dog wastes no time to start barking it's ass off, making the three of us jump back, and Scott recoils back to stand besides us. Oh crap. What the hell do we do now? Leave? I didn't wanna get caught here, especially since I'm the Sheriff's daughter and it will be very bad for my dad like when we got that restraining order.
"Apollo!" We hear Mr Tate shout from the other room. "Apollo, shut up! Shut the hell up!"
And just like that, the dog shuts it's mouth, it's cute little puppy eyes move between the three of us for a moment, before it races off to it's owner. Thank god dog's can't talk, I think to myself as we all catch our breath's.
