✓ | battle wounds, scott m.

chapter seventy two.

Ella laid beside Scott, tracing shapes on his arm as he stared down at her. Scott took in all her features: her freckles that were barely visible but there, her small birthmark on her chin, and the corner of her lips that were naturally formed into a frown. Ella looked up at Scott, her blue eyes meeting his chocolate brown ones. "So, how come you never told me why you want to go to UC Davis?" Ella asked, her brows furrowing together lightly. "It's a really good school. Not too far from the Bay Area," Scott smiled. "It also has the best program for biological and physical sciences. Perfect for someone who wants to be a veterinarian," Ella looked down at his chest and tapped her finger against it lightly, "Why wouldn't you tell me? Were you worried what I would think?"

Scott shook his head, "No. No, not at all. It's actually because I'm worried I'm not smart enough to make it." Ella frowned and kissed his cheek softly, "You'll make it. Now I hate it, but it's getting late and I should head home." "You need a ride?" Scott asked. Ella shook her head as she stood up, grabbing her boots and putting them on, "No, it's okay. I'll walk."

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Ella took off her boots at the door, all the lights of the house off. She walked up the stairs and into Stiles's room, seeing him and smiling soft. She walked up to him and grabbed his marker from his hand and put it onto the ledge of the board, taking her brother into a tight hug. Stiles sighed and accepted it, wrapping his arms around her gently. She sighed contently before letting go of him and sitting on his bed. Stiles turned back to his board, Noah showing up in his doorway, "Usually, we wait until they do something wrong before we declare them guilty." "Well, he's guilty of something," Stiles muttered. "Accusations require proof. And proof always trumps instinct. It has to," Noah nodded. "I know, Dad," Stiles said. "Let it go, Stiles. Get some sleep. You too, Ella," Noah said, Ella nodding at him. "Hey, Dad," Stiles called, walking to the doorway.

"Mmm-hmm," Noah hummed. "I got it. There's something different. I know what it is," Stiles said, glancing at Noah's hand. "Okay," Noah smiled. "You're not wearing your wedding ring anymore," Stiles said, Ella standing and walking over to him. "You're sure this kid's guilty?" Noah asked, changing the subject. "Absolutely," The twins nodded. "Then all you gotta do is wait. If they're really guilty, eventually, they make a mistake. They always make a mistake."

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"Oh, I should've got a haircut," Noah muttered to himself as he fixed his hair in the mirror. "Someone your age should be happy they still have hair to cut," Stiles pointed out, smiling. Scott stood next to the siblings and looked at their dad, "I think you looked great." Noah smiled, "Thank you son I should have had." Scott smiled. "Oh, what the hell am I doing?" Noah asked himself as he began to loosen his tie, "This is a terrible idea." "What, dad. . dad, it's one date, okay?" Ella asked and stepped up to fix his tie, "It'll be fine." "The town of Beacon Hills won't implode while you're out with one woman," Stiles said, "Or man." "It's a woman, Stiles," Noah sighed. "Okay," he replied. "A very beautiful woman," Noah added. Ella raised her brows. "What beautiful woman, by the way?" Stiles asked. "None of your business," Noah nodded, darting his eyes towards Ella, "Not yours either." Ella groaned as both she and Stiles muttered, "I want to know."

"Well, dad, I hope you have a great time on your date, Okay? Just chill and be yourself. Girls love it when a guy doesn't put up a show," Ella advised, giving her father a smile. "Is that how you and Scott got together?" Stiles asked Ella. Ella turned to Stiles and slapped him at the back of the head, "Ow!" Ella rolled her eyes at her Brother and stepped up to her father, fixing and smoothing out his jacket. "Stilinski!" A boy named Donovan shouted from outside. The four turned to see Donovan with deputy Parrish and deputy Clark right outside of Noah's office. "Stilinski!" Donovan yelled again, Noah opening the door and walking out with the three teens behind him. "I'm going to kill you."

"Donovan, if you think that shocks me, remember it was well-documented in your Anger Expression Inventory," Noah said to the boy before looking at the deputies, "Deputies, escort the prisoner out." "I'm not angry like I'm gonna throw a brick through your window. I'm angry, like I'm going to find you, I'm going to get a knife and I'm going to stab you with it until you're dead. And when you look at me and you ask me why, remember right now. Because this is why," Donovan threatened, making Ella take a small step back and Scott placing a hand on her arm. "Wow, that was awesome," Stiles said, causing everyone to turn to him. "Stiles," Ella scolded lightly. "That was awesome. That was great. We do one more? Give us another one, maybe like Christopher Walken this time, you know. Okay, you know what? It's fine. You'll have plenty of time to work on it when you're in your tiny, little cell, you know. Just stuck there, forever," Stiles finished, Ella swatting his arm. "Stop hitting me," he muttered at his sister.

Donovan nodded his head at Stiles, going to walk out of the building before he tried to run at them again, the deputies grabbing him. "Get him out of here!" Noah commanded. "What's the hell's an Anger Expression Inventory?" Scott asked the twins. "It's a test you take when you're applying to become a deputy," Stiles answered. "That guy wanted to be a cop?" Scott asked in shock. Ella nodded and snorted, "At least now he's getting the full law enforcement experience."

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Scott, Stiles, And Ella made their way towards Noah. "Guys," he gestured for them to walk his way, "Scott, you saw this kid, Donovan. He. . He wasn't like you, right?" Scott shook his head, "I don't think so." "Unless he knows how to hide his scent," Stiles pointed out, glancing between his sister and Dad. "Well, human or otherwise, this kid might have just murdered his lawyer and mortally wounded two officers. We've got an APB out on him, but you think you can find him faster?" Noah asked. "I can try," Scott nodded. Noah handed him a walkie-talkie, "All right. Keep it on channel two." As Scott ran away, Ella shouted after him, "Be careful!" She then turned to her dad, "Dad, what if it wasn't Donovan?" "Yeah," Stiles nodded, narrowing his eyes. "I'm guessing you two already got a theory?" Noah asked. "Yeah, we do," Ella nodded.

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"Tracy wasn't just having trouble sleeping," Lydia explained, "It was a real disorder. It was night terrors." "Well, now she's the night terror. Especially since no one can find her," Stiles said. "Okay, I know we're all tired and miserable. . Except for you," Scott said, looking at Mason who looked amazed by the conversation that was taking place. "Oh. I'm sorry. This is all just mind-blowing," he chuckled, looking at Kira, "You're a Kitsune. I don't even know what that is!" "I'm still learning," Kira said shyly. "Liam, we said you could tell him. Not invite him to the inner circle," Stiles groaned. "Uh, I'm in the inner circle?" Mason asked. "No," Liam and Stiles deadpanned. Ella frowned as she looked at Mason, "Don't worry, Mase. We'll make our own circle called the 'loser squad.' Yeah?" Mason fist bumped Ella, "Yeah." "Can I be in It?" Liam asked them. "No," they deadpanned. "Meanie," Liam mumbled. Scott shook his head, "Guys, look, back to Tracy. She's just one lone wolf. We can find her."

"One lone serial-killing wolf," Malia corrected, Stiles shaking his head, "Uh, she only killed one person, you know. The other two were mauled. All right, what do we do when we catch her?" "I say we put her down," Malia suggested, making everyone go silent. "Intense," Mason said, breaking the silence. Ella couldn't help but chuckle. "Guys, let's concentrate on catching her first," Scott nodded, "We'll figure out the rest later."