Having been dragged out of her perfectly warm bed into the starch opposite of a dark, grim forest in just her pink pyjamas was one thing. Running around heartlessly chasing after Scott and a rogue coyote whom they assumed to be Malia Tate, the supposedly dead girl, had just about pipped Lizzie over the edge.
Whilst both Stiles and Scott had found things in the reserve, a werecoyote den full of Malia's belongings, that was of use, the only thing Lizzie had scavenged was the same odd looking tree she'd circled back to at least 7 times that night.
Now, technically, the den submerged beneath a bunch of large debris could be considered a crime scene. Therefore, it qualified as something Noah Stilinski could be called in for.
So, the den was cornered off, officers swarmed the area of the park and Scott, Stiles and Lizzie stood off to the side in hopes of some promising news as the Sheriff made his way across the uneven land towards them, cautiously.
"You're sure it was her?" The Sheriff immediately questioned Scott.
The boy nodded, "I looked her right in the eyes and they glowed just like mine."
The confirmation that Malia Tate, a girl who'd been believed to be dead for almost a decade, was a werecoyote barrelled into the Sheriff at full speed, it could have knocked him off his feet.
"It makes sense, Dad." Stiles added.
The Sheriff was still struggling to wrap his poor head which had become a maze of supernatural questioning around the fact, "But it wasn't a girl. It was a four legged coyote, right?"
"Exactly." Lizzie told him, supportively clicking her fingers, "We just don't quite know how or why yet."
"Okay, but if it was and full moon and she did change while her mom was driving, then anything could've happened." Scott explained, drawing more and more lines to the Stilinski man's already crowded forehead.
"Horrible things could've happened!" Stiles emphasised in a hushed voice. "Ripping, shredding, tearing things."
"Which is probably what caused the accident." Scott finished.
Noah could not wipe the exasperated look from his face as he preached their explanation as insanity, he sighed, "I need this quiet, seriously, you three. I especially don't want Mr Tate hearing about this. Lizzie, honey, i'm talking to you too, i know you can't hold your own water. Stiles, Scott, you need to make sure she keeps this quiet."
