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"TRACY WASN'T JUST HAVING TROUBLE sleeping. It was a real disorder, it was night terrors." Lydia stated as her eyes flickered from around the group.
"Well, now she's the night terror." Stiles added in, his hazel eyes narrowed as if the sun was blinding him. "Especially since no one could find her."
"Okay, I know we're all tired and miserable. . . Except for you." Scott's brown turned to Mason, the boy grinning as he stared in awe at the Seniors.
"Why are you so happy? You're like a toddler in a toy store." Emilie asked from her position beside Liam, her hands across her chest.
"Oh, I'm sorry. This is all just mind-blowing." He answered, his eyes wide as he rested his arm against one of the school busses. "You're a mix of everything, I don't even understand!"
Emilie scoffed as she ran a hand through her messy hair, her fingers getting stuck in the strands that were stuck together in tatts. "It's not all glamorous, Mason, you should see me angry." She mumbled as her brown flickered to green for a split second.
"Liam we said you could tell him, not invite him to the Inner Circle."
"I'm in the Inner Circle?!"
"No!"
"Guys, look, back to Tracy." Scott said, bringing everyone's attention back to the Alpha, he left Kira's side momentarily and Emilie felt sick at the slight twinge her lip made when he left her. "She's just one lone wolf. We can find her."
"One lone serial-killing wolf." Malia clarified, her tone dull, almost like being a serial killer was absolutely nothing to her.
"Uh, she only killed one person, you know. The other two were mauled. What do we do when we catch her?" Stiles asked as he talked with his hands, something he did so much the rest of the group didn't even notice it anymore.
"I say we put her down." The Werecoyote suggested, her voice sounding slightly more enthusiastic. The group of supernatural, Stiles and Mason, turned to look at the girl with expressionless looks, they were more than used to being accustomed to her murder-like attitude. Emilie gave the girl a smirk but shook her head, she definitely preferred the Werecoyote over the Kitsune.
"Intense." Mason shook his head up and down, his eyes wide with curiosity. The Tribrid could remember when Stiles looked so amazed when he was reading about it all back in their Sophomore year, she could remember how quickly that look died once he saw his best friend's little sister's eyes glow green and throw someone across the room without touching them when she was angry.
"Guys, let's concentrate on catching her first." The Alpha suggested, his lips pursed tightly together as he was sick of bringing their attention to the real subject, it was like talking to brick walls. "We'll figure out the rest later."
