Dear Juliet | S. Stilinski (editing)

More Bad Than Good

Dear Juliet,
I know I haven't written that much, but things are getting bad...

I started to run back to the guys. I was so caught up in the moment, Stiles and Scott screamed as they saw me.

"Ah!" I screamed as I fell back.

" I think I found something." Stiles told me as he helped me up.

"So did I." I commented. We three walked back to the spot where i left them as I chased after Malia.

"It's a coyote den." Stiles said to me as we entered.

"Werecoyote." I corrected him.

"You see this? This is Malia's. Remember, it's the same one she was wearing in the photo." Stiles handed my a jacket.

"We shouldn't be in here." Scott said to us looking back.

"What do you mean?" Stiles asked.

"She's not going to come back now. We just invaded her home. Our scent's going to be everywhere."

"If she's not going to come back here, where's she going to go?" I asked Scott.

"I don't know."

"Can you track her now? You think you got her scent?" Stiles looked at me. I shook my head.

"I have a little bit of her scent."

"What about you Scott?"

"Maybe. But I'm better at this when I'm a full wolf. And I'm still worried that if I do it, I won't be able to turn back."

"The door's still open." Stiles said as he remembered the phrase Deaton told him.

"If I can't get to Derek, we're gonna have to find someone else to help. This is basically a crime scene, right? I think it might be a little out of Deaton's league." I got up as I told the boys.

"And more in my dad's." Stiles had contact his dad and later in 20 minutes police arrived.

"You're sure it was her?" Sheriff Stilinski asked me.

"I looked her right in the eyes. And they glowed just like mine." I looked at him as I told him.

"It makes sense, Dad."

"But it wasn't a girl. It was a four-legged coyote, right?" Sheriff had put together.

"Well, okay. But yeah, see, that's the point that we don't exactly have figured out yet."

"Okay, but if it was a full moon and she did change while her mom was driving, then anything could've happened." Scott back us up.

"Horrible things could've happened. Ripping, shredding, tearing things." Stiles described even more in depth.

"Which is probably what caused the accident." I confronted.

"Think about it, Dad, all right. They're driving, Malia starts to change, she goes out of control, the mom crashes and everybody dies."

"Except for Malia." Me and Scott said at the same time.

"She blames herself, all right, goes off running into the woods and eventually becomes trapped inside the body of a coyote."

"That makes sense." Sheriff shakes his head. "In a Chinese folktale." He yelled at us. "Boys, Juliet, this is this is insane. I need this kept quiet. The three of you, not a word. I don't want anyone hearing about this. I especially don't want Mr. Tate hearing about this." Scott had looked back and Sheriff started to call him. "Scott? Scott!"