Series Rewrite (A Teen Wolf Fanfiction) Continued

Genotype Pt 1

   "Hey, it's me again," the woman on the voicemail said. She sounded older, but I didn't recognize it. "I, uh, don't know why you can't seem to call me back. Maybe it's because you think you're punishing me. But this is too long. It's too much. And it's not about us. Something's happening in Beacon Hills to the people here. I just...I need to know everyone there with you is okay, so can you just please call me, please? One call, that's all I'm asking for, and if you can't call me back, then I'm going to get my answer anyway. That means I'm coming up there myself. So just try to remember it's my pack, too." The message ended in a beep and Scott slapped the phone closed.

I sat on the counter in the animal clinic, leaning back against the cabinets as Stiles stood between my legs, his back to me and his arms folded over his chest. Liam and Mason were by the wall while Theo stared at the door. Stiles was still a little sore on his side, but he wouldn't let me take away any pain. I did it anyway by 'accident', but it was never much. I thought he needed to still be in the hospital healing, but no doubt he'd talked his way out of that. He was strong. He would do what he wanted if it meant being with the pack.

"You pulled this off one of the bodies in the woods?" Theo asked.

"Malia did," Liam answered.

"Yeah, there were six dead bodies and one of them had no face," I explained.

Theo seemed interested in that, leaning against the far counter as he spoke to me. "Okay, so the one with no face, you think that's the woman on the phone?"

"Maybe." Scott shook his head unsurely, the phone still in his hand as he leaned back on the counter next to me and Stiles.

"It's the same thing that happened to Aaron," Mason said, his hands buried deep into his pockets. "It took over his body, basically stole his DNA and his face. So that means whoever this woman is, she could be the other half of the Anuk-Ite."

"Which means she's just half of the problem. The other half, we already know about—Aaron." Stiles' eyes darted between everyone like he was still piecing together his thoughts as he spoke, his hands waving in the air. "But we don't know where he is."

Theo scoffed, "Aren't we supposed to keep both halves apart? If we know about one half, let's just go for that one. That's Aaron." I frowned because I knew he was right. Damn him.

Thinking the same thing, Mason muttered, "I'm not agreeing with Theo, but I do think it'd be easier to track down Aaron over a voice on a phone."

"That's agreeing with Theo," Liam said agitatedly.

I sighed, my cheeks puffing out. I was so going to get slack for this. "I agree with Mason."

"Again, that's agreeing with Theo." Liam and Stiles both shot me the same looks that said they weren't happy with my decision.

"Well, he's got a point!" I defended.

"Thank you!" Theo sassed, shrugging largely. "Is everyone completely shocked that I might be right?"

"No, we just don't like it," Stiles grumbled, rolling his eyes at Theo.

"Or you," I added under my breath. If Theo heard it, he wisely decided to ignore it. I leaned forward, resting my chin on Stiles shoulder as I wrapped my arms gently around his waist, careful not to touch his wound. I suspect he was proud of it. He always seemed proud of his war scars.

Scott shook his head. "Maybe we're all right, maybe we should be looking for both Aaron and the woman on the phone. I mean, since you guys agree..." Scott looked at Theo and Mason expectantly and Mason gaped.