Please, don't leave me (English)

5. I am not human

"I found him until those teenagers scared me away," I say snappily and snuggle a little further into my shirt. The sun is setting and it's getting colder by the minute.

"I'm not psychic, but I think she means us," Stiles says, now less annoyed than before, and looks at Scott. I follow his gaze. Was he one of the werewolves I smelled?

"Yes, this conversation is really touching, but I really have better things to do than talk to two teenagers." I say dismissively and want to go back to my den, but I stumble a bit with these human legs. I stumble so hard that I'm about to fall over, but as soon as I realize that Scott is trying to help me, I turn to him and growl at him again.

"Do you know who killed that person?" Stiles asks as soon as Scott steps back. I sigh and clearly don't feel like talking to the two of them.

“Do I look like those people who work like that?” I ask to Stiles.

"You mean police officers? No, but you were there," Stiles says annoyed again and pulls his hair out. What do they want from me? It was just a human corpse.

"Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you." I say firmly and look deeply into both of their eyes. I don't know how to read people, but I'm almost certain Stiles dislikes me as much as I dislike him. Scott, however, seems to want to understand me.

I have no idea why he wants to do this, but my instinct says it's to find out my weaknesses.

"I don't think she likes us very much," Stiles says sarcastically to Scott before he starts looking me over.

"Listen. Someone or something is killing people one by one in this city. First it was 3 virgins, but now this something is killing a different category of people. We just want to stop it. We don't want any more innocent people to die. So if you If you can help us, we would be very grateful." Scott explains to me gently, but I just give a questioning look.

“Why should I care about people?” I ask unsuspectingly to the werewolf and notice that I'm starting to shake more and more.

"Because you're one yourself?" Stiles answers me in disbelief, waving his hands around to make me believe I'm human.

"Wrong. I look like a human, but I'm not one. That's a difference," I reply and continue talking, "I can't and won't help you. That's your problem, but not mine.", and with that I transform I turn back into a fox, drop the shirt on the ground and go to my den.