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ALEX GASPED AS she jolted up into a sitting position in her bed. She blew out a few breaths as she let her body relax from the shock she just experienced.
As usual, the girl couldn't sleep.
"For fucks sake." Alex mumbled annoyedly as she checked her phone, which was on her nightstand next to her bed.
She received a text from Scott letting her know that they were coming to pick her up in two minutes, despite it being in the middle of the night.
Alex frowned but got up anyway, getting ready.
••••
Stiles, Alex, and Scott walked in the woods, Stiles holding the flashlight.
The trio came across a coyote den, all three teens climbing in.
There, they found a stuffed animal, along with jackets and other items.
"It's a coyote den." Stiles spoke.
"Werecoyote." Scott corrected him.
Stiles grabbed one of the jackets. "This is Malia's, remember? It was the same one she was wearing in the photo." He shone the flashlight on the jacket.
"We shouldn't be in here." Alex spoke, glancing around the den as Scott picked up the stuffed animal.
"What do you mean?" Stiles frowned.
"She's not gonna come back now, we just invaded her home." Alex released a breath, Scott nodding. "Our scent's gonna be everywhere."
"Well, if she's not gonna come back here, where is she gonna go?" Stiles frowned.
"No idea." Alex replied as she glanced at Scott to see if he knew. Scott shook his head.
"Can you guys track her now? You think you got her scent?" Stiles questioned.
"Maybe." Alex spoke, frowning.
"Yeah, I'm better at this when I'm a full wolf." Scott added. "And I'm still worried that if I do it, I won't be able to turn back."
Alex nodded as a way to say 'me too'.
"The door's still open..." Stiles spoke quietly, referring to what Deaton had said about the door in their minds.
"If I can't get to Derek, I'm gonna have to find somebody else to help." Scott replied.
Alex glanced at Stiles. "This is basically a crime scene, right? I think it might be a little out of Deaton's league."
"And more in my dads." Stiles finished as he glanced at the girl.
••••
Noah walked up to Scott, Alex, and Stiles. He was holding Malia's scarf. "You're sure it was her?"
