Liam older sister, Josie, finds out the truth about Beacon Hills. She find herself tangled in the middle of supernatural drama. How will she navigate her life as a teen in Beacon Hills? How will she survive ongoing threats? Will she be able to balan...
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I had my arms resting on Scott's kitchen table. The previous night, I was tracking The Beast's scent all night. Mason scent. Which was confusing in itself. Brett did the heavy lifting; at least he did not get lost.
"My dad got an APB out," Stiles added to the conversation.
Kira looked warily at Stiles. "For a 5'8" sixteen-year-old?"
"I recommended 'nine-foot-tall rampaging werewolf" Stiles shrugged.
Liam, who had kept his head low all this time, spoke in denial. "It still might not be him."
I sighed. He mimicked a child in many ways. Profoundly loyal to those he loves. He wiggled his tail as he followed them into the depths of hell.
"But Hayden is at the school looking." He sighed at the pitiful looks of everyone in the room.
Scott slid into the kitchen. "My mom can check all the hospitals in the county." He glanced at Liam's smaller silhouette. "We can find him."
"What happens then?" Liam gazed upon his alpha.
"We figure out a way to save him."
In the moment of solidarity, Brett broke the silence with his usual wit. "And how do you plan to do that?"
"We figure it out." Scott stood by his statement.
"Okay, where else could we look?" She redirected the course of the conversation.
"Let's ask Corey." Scott reached toward the cupboard and yanked on what looked like air.
Corey took his usual shape as visible. The urge to sleep falls off as a blanket.
"Wait, wait, it's not my fault." Corey held up his hands. "They took him. I could do anything. They took him."
"Who?" Scott asked.
"The Dread Doctors." He looked towards me.
Corey explained how The Dread Doctors got to Mason. His voice was wounded. He threw me a few glossy glances.
"We have to find him," Corey said at last.
"We wouldn't need to if you didn't take him in the first place." I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Where could he be now?" Lydia dismissed my comment.
"I, I don't know." Corey stuttered.
I pushed myself up from the table. Through the narrow hallway out the door. Brett followed me out. He ran his hand through his hair.
"We need to keep looking" I placed myself in front of his car.
"We have looked everywhere." he rubbed his red face.
