We ran straight to the station as soon as we heard about Tracy's whereabouts.
I gasped seeing a pained paralyzed Lydia laying on her side. Falling down beside her I examine her wound ignoring the smell of her fresh blood.
"Theo," I call out to the werewolf. "Give me you belt!"
He hurriedly does as he's told and hands me his accessory. Wrapping the leather strap around her deep wound, I tighten it to keep it from further bleeding out.
Looking up I see Stiles standing at the door completely thrown off at the sigh in front of him.
"Stiles, Amanda," my brother calls out for me. Not wanting to leave my friend, I stay kneeled beside her before Theo falls next to me placing his hands over my own.
"I'll hold pressure, go help Scott," he assures me.
"Guys, come on," Scott pleaded. The ambulance sirens started whaling in the distance. I stood up slowly, walking over to him. Stiles stood still in shock afraid to leave the scene.
"Tracy," Lydia choked out.
"Stiles, I'm fine," she reassured smiling weakly nodding. "Help Tracy. Find Tracy. Go." I frowned.
"It's okay, she's all right," Theo nodded.
"Come on, Stiles, and Amanda," Scott said. We walked down to the basement seeing Tracy dead on the floor, and Malia standing beside her.
"It wasn't me," Malia protested. Scott gives her a look of disapproval searching for any evidence.of what happened
"What the hell happened to her?" The sheriff asked.
"There were these people, they had masks," the were-coyote stammered. "Um, there- there were three of them. I think there were three."
"What? What are you talking about?" Stiles questioned furrowing his eyebrows.
"They were strong, Stiles," Malia stressed. "They had a weapon. Stiles, I didn't do this."
"Okay," he assures her.
"She's not changing back. We're going to need to get her out of here," Deaton stated examining Tracy.
"What, hey absolutely not," Sheriff Stilinski protested. "This is a crime scene. We call the coroner."
"I think the coroner might be very confused by this girl's severed reptilian tail," Deaton said as he kneeled by Tracy.
"I don't care."
"You should. Unless you're prepared to hold a press conference announcing the presence of supernatural creatures in Beacon Hills."
"Dad, he's right," Stiles agreed.
"Maybe at the clinic we can figure out how to change her back, then call the coroner?" I suggested.
"There's a line There is a line that we have to draw," Mr.Stilinski rambled on.
"Dad, you've already crossed it. More than once."
"Sheriff, please, let me help. I've dealt with things like this before," Deaton pleaded.
"Just do it fast."
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"Tracy was buried?" Scott asked as me, Liam, and him fast walked into the hospital.
"In a hole, buried alive. Crawled out. Then we found another hole," I explained what we had discovered in the woods.
"Who was buried in that one?"
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Because, I Love You (Liam Dunbar)
Fanfiction"No, not my little sister," Scott fought stepping forward. "Scotty, come on! It'll be fine. It's not like this will lead to anything," I reassured crossing my arms. He sighed shaking his head in disapproval. "I don't like this at all," he mumbled. "...
