Slightly Amazing (Slightly series---Teen Wolf)

chapter fourteen---MORE BAD THAN GOOD

Stiles and I hadn't been able to find Scott for a while, and when we had, I had been running to find him, with Stiles next to me.

Both Stiles and Scott screamed while I gasped when we really ran into Scott, then demanded of them both in a funny, loud voice, "Are you guys kidding me?"

Stiles ignored me, telling Scott, "I think we found something."

"So did I," Scott told us.

He followed us to the coyote den we found, Stiles shining the light in when he said, "It's a coyote den."

"Werecoyote," Scott said.

Stiles knelt down to the blue jacket and scarf. "You see this? This is Malia's. Remember, it's the same one she was wearing in the photo."

I reached out to the teddy bear when Scott said, "We shouldn't be here."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

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

"If she's not gonna come back here, where is she gonna go?" I asked.

"I don't know," Scott answered.

"Can you track her now?" Stiles asked. "You think you got her scent?"

"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."

I sighed. "The door's still open."

"In your case, three," Stiles said.

"You're not helping," I told him.

"Sorry."

Scott's voice made us look back at him. "If I can't get to Derek, we're gonna have to find someone else to help." Stiles rubbed his chin. "This is basically a crime scene, right? I think it might be a little out of my boss's league."

"And more in our dad's," I agreed.

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So we called our dad, and he and several deputies were here, Dad getting out of the coyote den now and and walking toward us. He looked at Scott. "You're sure it was her?"

"I looked her in the eyes," Scott said. "And they glowed just mine."

"It makes sense, Dad," Stiles said.

"But it wasn't a girl," Dad said. "It was a four-legged coyote, right?"

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

"Okay, but if was a full moon and she did chance while her mom was driving, then anything could've happened."

"Horrible things could've happened," Stiles agreed. "Ripping, shredding, tearing things."

"Which is probably what caused the accident," I agreed. "Think about it, Dad, all right. They're driving, Malia starts to change, she goes out of control, the mom crashes, and everybody dies."

Scott looked back at Dad. "Except for Malia."

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

"That makes sense," Dad said, and I sighed. "In a Chinese folktale. Guys, this is . . . insane. I need this kept quiet. The three of you, not a word. I don't want anyone hearing about this." Scott looked away, distracted. "I especially don't want Mr. Tate hearing about this." Confused by Scott's expression, I turned my head to follow his gaze.