Uniquely Normal

More Bad Than Good

Hey guys! I felt bad for not updating in awhile so here's another chapter for you guys! This does not mean I'm going back on regular posting schedule though, this is just a little treat for you all. I'm sorry again for being quite inactive but I'll do my best to come back soon! Thank you for your patience! 💕

Scott and ​[y/n] ran back in the direction they came, trying to find Stiles seeing as they had left him alone at the wreck. They ran through the trees, the leaves loudly crunching beneath their feet as they ran beside each other.

They turned a corner, and Scott ran into a figure, causing them both the scream. [y/n] stopped in her tracks as her eyes grew wide, but she let out a breath when she saw they had only ran into Stiles. Once Scott and Stiles settled down, Stiles spoke.

"I think I found something." he said.

"So did we." [y/n] replied.

Stiles nodded and turned around, walking in a different direction with [y/n] and Scott following. They arrived in a tall heap of rocks, but there was a small opening at the bottom. Stiles walked to the opening and pointed the flashlight in, illuminating the small den.

"It's a coyote den." Stiles said.

Scott moved so that he could see as well. "Werecoyote."

Stiles glanced at him for a moment before he walked into the den. He picked up a small baby blue coat, and held it up. "You see this? This is Malia's. Remember, it's the same one she was wearing in the photo."

Scott nodded and looked around, reaching over and picking up a torn-up and dirty teddy bear. As [y/n] looked around the den, finding nothing else of significance, she realized something.

"We shouldn't be here," she whispered to the boys.

"What do you mean?" Stiles asked.

"She's not gonna come back now, we just invaded her home." she explained. "Our scent's gonna be everywhere."

Stiles shook his head. "If she's not gonna come back here, where's she going to go?"

"I don't know," Scott said.

[y/n] pursed her lips before she turned to the werewolf. "Can you track her now? You think you got her scent?"

"Maybe," Scott mumbled as he looked around the den one more time. "But I'm better at this when I'm full wolf. And I'm still worried that if I do it, I won't be able to turn back."

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

The trio was silent for a moment, reminding themselves of the situation at hand.

"If I can't get to Derek," Scott said. "We're gonna have to find someone else to help."

Stiles and [y/n] nodded, and the three began to think of who else to call. They could call Lydia, but if Malia really isn't dead, she may not be much help. They could call Allison or Argent to hunt the werecoyote down, or Isaac who could sniff her out since Scott can't. Scott got an idea.

"This is basically a crime scene, right?" he asked, turning to Stiles. "I think it might be a little out of my boss's league."

Stiles lifted his head. "And more of my dad's."

They exited the den and Stiles called his father. Within five to ten minutes, the Sheriff was investigating the den with two deputies he brought along. He exited the den, Malia's small blanket in hand. Once he was out, he walked toward the three teenagers who were waiting in front of the police car.

"You're sure it was her?" he asked [y/n].

She nodded in certainty. "I looked her right in the eyes, and they glowed just like Scott's."