“What? Repeat that again,” Charlie says into the phone.
“They somehow killed themselves inside their cages,” Deaton says patiently.
Charlie pinches the bridge of her nose. When she, Stiles, Allison, and Lydia failed to come up with any answers for the bizarre animal behavior, she decided to call the animal, and supernatural, expert in town. Deaton, however, is informing her of a situation of his own.
When he arrived at work that morning, he came across a bloody mess. The overnight animals had gone crazy and beat themselves into the sides of their cages until they killed themselves. She disconnects the phone call and sends Derek yet another text. Now, more than ever, they need to tell Scott about the alphas. Especially if there’s another big bad in town.
Stiles glances up from his phone when Charlie rejoins the rest of the frazzled classroom. Her hair is disheveled and there are scratches on her cheek, neck, and arms. Other than that, she appears to be in perfect health. His gaze travels past her and lands on the shell-shocked English teacher.
“Ms. Blake? You okay?” Stiles asks as he slowly approaches her. She nods her head but Charlie would be surprised if the woman had actually registered the question. Stiles face changes when he notices the feather in her hair and reaches for it causing Ms. Blake to flinch. After retrieving the feather and making the situation awkward, he goes back to sitting on the desk.
“Good job, Stiles,” Charlie says and he shoots her an eye roll.
“What did Deaton say?” Stiles asks quietly. His dad is standing close by, examining the broken window.
“He had a similar incident of his own but he doesn’t know why the animals are reacting this way.”
“But dad, the deer and now this. It can’t be a coincidence,” Allison says from a row over. Unfortunately, she speaks a little too loudly because it captures the Sheriff’s attention.
“Mr. Argent, you wouldn’t have any insight to this, would you?” Stilinski asks as he walks over to the now confused man.
“Me?”
“Yeah. All this bizarre animal behavior, you must’ve seen something like this before, right?” The Sheriff is persistent.
Charlie narrows her eyes. Why would the Sheriff believe that Argent would know anything about this?
“I’m not sure why I would or why you think I would,” Argent says, voicing both Charlie’s and his confusion.
Stilinski shakes his head and points to Stiles.
“I’m sorry. I, uh, could’ve sworn I overheard my son talking about how you’re an experienced hunter.”
Charlie and Argent look at Stiles who is now trying to disappear into his phone. His cheeks burn red as he realizes the error he’s made in talking so freely about the behind-the-scenes activities in Beacon Hills. Argent recovers before Charlie does and he gives the sheriff a polite smile.
“Ah, right. Well, not anymore.”
The sheriff is disappointed in Argent’s answer but he doesn’t push it. In his many years as a cop, he’s learned who he can and can’t push for answers and Argent isn’t going to budge. He turns and walks past Stiles who is shooting him a frustrated look.
