Series Rewrite (A Teen Wolf Fanfiction) Continued

Memory Lost Pt 2

Stiles checked the backseat of the impounded car while Lydia slid her hands along the broken glass of the windshield. I hoped she would get some kind of premonition about whatever the hell was coming, but she wasn't saying anything so far. I watched her restlessly, chewing on my lip with my arms crossed.

Lydia frowned and got into the car, running her hands over the steering wheel. When she hummed while looking in the rearview mirror, Stiles jolted up from the back to see what she was getting.

"This is a perfect shade for me," she said, fixing her eyeshadow. "I forget the name."

Stiles pursed his lips, his nostrils flaring as he sent me an annoyed look. "Can we please stay on topic here?" Scott went to the front of the car, looking at the hood for clues, and I walked around the car, searching for anything out of the ordinary. But alas, it was just a car.

"I'm not getting anything," Lydia complained. When I was back at Scott's side, a coyote howled. It was Malia for sure. She, in coyote form, jumped over a stack of tires and landed on her paws in front of us. She shifted back into human—a very naked human—as Lydia got out of the car. Lydia handed her a pair of clothes that she'd been asked to bring while Scott averted his eyes. He still wasn't quite comfortable with the whole nudity thing even though, between me and Malia, it was a common occurrence. I was fine with the nudity now that I wasn't so insecure about my body. Let me tell you, dying and starving for months straight? Bad diet, but very effective. When I got my weight back on, I was more toned than I'd ever been, and I managed to keep myself that way with all the exercising fighting for your life gives.

"I don't think they're dead," Lydia said.

Malia started to dress herself. "They're dead. Probably torn apart. The only thing I don't get is why there's no blood."

Stiles got out of the car, coming to stand next to me as he kept his eyes to the ground. I shook my head at the two guys on either side of me, both refusing to look at Malia. Boys.

"They're not dead. If they were dead, I'd sense it," Lydia said.

"If they were alive, I'd smell it," Malia retorted. Apparently, she must've found nothing on the trail.

"I'm not getting anything either," Scott said.

"But they can't be dead and alive," I said, my brain working fast to try to understand the situation.

"Scott, what are you talking about? You were in his head for four minutes. I timed it," Stiles said.

"Well, it's not an exact science." Scott shrugged lightly. "And he's a kid. Maybe he's too freaked out to remember."

"Why does it matter if they're dead? Dead is dead," Malia whined, sliding on her shorts.

Stiles finally looked at her, rubbing his mouth. "Okay, if it's just a robbery, we can't help them. And if it's something supernatural, my dad can't help them."

"It sounds like you want it to be supernatural," Lydia blamed.

Stiles fidgeted awkwardly at all the eyes on him. "It's been like three months since anything has happened."

"Yeah, and once a month you and Y/N drag me out of bed like I'm some supernatural metal detector." Lydia's annoyance made her words harsher than they needed to be and I looked at Scott awkwardly.

"Okay, it is way more often than that," Stiles poorly defended. "You can't tell me that you think this is just some series of impossible coincidences."

"What I'm saying is maybe that wouldn't be so bad." Lydia turned and walked away, and Malia followed, flicking her hair over her shoulder. I sighed, rubbing my forehead as I leaned back against the car. I believed there was something more going on here, but with everyone, even Scott, saying that there wasn't, it was hard to deal with. I wished, for once, they would take our word for it. It seemed they never listened to Stiles and always turned out to be wrong.