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chapter six: help

"A couple of students said they saw it running across the field and back into the woods. Thank God, nobody got hurt." My dad explained to me and Stiles as we walked down the hallway.

"What happens if she does hurt someone?" I asked.

My dad heavily sighed before answering, "Most likely they'll have to put it down."

"Put her down? Dad, try not to forget there's a girl in there, one that you'll be killing." Stiles said and my dad stopped in his tracks. "Come on, you aren't back to not believing, are you?" 

"I believe there are a lot of things I don't understand yet. But that doesn't mean that everything and anything imaginable is suddenly possible." My dad said and Stiles looked to me, annoyed. "Now, are you 100% sure that this is a girl and not an animal?"

"Yes." My brother answered. "Because Scott's sure."

Out of the corner of my eye my dad and I noticed Scott at the end of the hall and Stiles turned his back to him. "Scott, you been listening?" He asked and my dad and I watched Scott nod his head.

"All right, let's get this figured out. Come on." My dad said, grabbing Stiles arm and walking down the hall.

Stiles and I found his backpack and I noticed the creepy doll face peeking through a tear.

"Hey moron." I said, grabbing the bag. "You got something you wanna tell me?" 

"Ah, crap." Stiles said, taking it and heading to the locker room where Scott was.

"Scott. I think I know what she was looking for." Stiles said, unzipping the bag and pulling it out.

"You took the doll from the car?" Scott said, clearly unamused.

"Yeah, I thought you could use it, you know, for like her scent." My brother said.

"Where did you get that?" A familiar voice came from just outside the locker room door that proved itself to be Mr. Tate. "Where did you find this?" He asked, ripping the doll from my brothers hand as I pinched the bridge of my nose. "It belonged to my daughter."

"Sorry." My dad appeared from behind Scott. "Mr. Tate, I don't know how you heard about this. If you got your own police scanner or what but you can't be here." My dad said, placing his hand on his hip to guide him out when he stopped and retracted, pulling his coat open to reveal a gun.

"I have a permit." Mr. Tate said.

"California schools are gun free zones, permit or no permit. You need to leave, Mr. Tate. Now." My dad said.

"You find that animal. You find that thing." He said, his lip quivering to fight off tears.

"We've got to get her, and it's gotta be tonight." I said.

"Or Beacon County Animal Control will." Stiles said.

The three of us looked at each other and got out of there to meet up with the rest of the crew to devise our plan, and then Scott, Stiles, Isaac and I were off to the clinic.

"Xylazine. It's a tranquilizer for horses. For a werecoyote, expect it to work within seconds. I only have three. So whoever's shooting, needs to be a damn good shot." Deaton said.

"Allison's a perfect shot." I said.

"She used to be." Isaac added.

"She can do it." Scott defended.

"If we manage to find the thing." Isaac said.

"Okay, what is the point of him? Seriously, I mean, what is his purpose? Aside from the persistent negativity and the scarf? What's up with the scarf anyway? It's 65 degrees out." Stiles said, and I stomped on his toes.