(New gif for 3b! I have to say I'm super proud of this one and it may be my best yet Ãwà 3 Y/n clips that had 43 frames all together that I edited frame by frame over several passes ð needless to say it took a while but I'm very happy with it all ð¥°)
(Edit: I fixed up the gif a bit, just made it neater and added a watermark)
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It's the middle of the night, most house lights are off and everything is restful. Well, almost everything. Stiles turns in his sleep and grips the sheets of his bed. His face scrunches in fear and sweat coats his brow as he takes quiet gasps. "No, no, no, no, no..." He mumbles. "Don't let them in." His voice is a small whimper. "Don't let them in. No, don't let them in." He writhes in his sleep and wakes with a start, his arms going up and meeting with metal. It takes a moment for his brain to catch up and when it does he realizes he's standing in a locker. He looks out through the slats but when he doesn't see anything he starts to bang on the door. He keeps at it until the door bursts open and he stumbles out, now free. He takes in his new surroundings and finds he's in the school locker room.
He leaves the room and glances down both ends of the hallway. It's dark and empty. He's the only one there. He walks to another hallway and spots one of the classroom doors are open. He looks at it and slowly makes his way inside, but what he finds isn't what he expected. The Nemeton is in the middle of the room, seemingly having grown through the floor. When he's standing next to it he reaches a hand to the surface, but before his hand can touch the old wood vines sprout up and roughly grip it.
He sits up with a start in his bed again and pants. "Stiles, are you okay?" Y/n sits up in the bed next to him, placing a comforting hand on his arm.
He lets out a breath. "Yeah, I was just dreaming." He lightly shakes his head. "It was weird. It was like a dream within a dream."
She frowns at him, moving her hand up his arm to sit on his shoulder while the other rests on his knee. "A nightmare?"
He sighs. "Yeah." He puts a hand over hers and rubs his thumb along her skin and she rubs soothing circles on his shoulder. He furrows his brows and looks at her. She gives him a small smile but his confusion is growing. He didn't remember her staying the night. "Wait a second, Y/n. What are you doing here?" His bedroom door creaking open distracts him as they look over at it seeing that it was now ajar. "Hang on." He starts to get up but she holds onto his hand to stop him.
"Stiles, what are you doing?"
"I'm just gonna close the door."
"Just go back to sleep." She holds onto his shoulder now trying to get him to lie down again.
"No, no, I should close it."
"Don't worry about it."
"What if someone comes in?" He gets out of her hold and stands up, his eyes never leaving the dark space beyond the door.
"Like who?" He doesn't answer as he starts to walk to it. "Just go back to sleep, Stiles."
"No." He whispers. "But what if they get in?"
"What if who gets in?" She sounds scared. He finally gets in front of the door. "Stiles, just leave it. Please." Her voice shakes. "Stiles." His eyes glance away from the door for just a moment. It didn't really sound like her. "Stiles, come back to bed." He reaches for the handle. "Stiles. Please." Her voice is getting more frantic as he grips the metal. "Don't, Stiles. Don't!" He opens the door wider. She's practically begging now. "Just shut the door and come back. Don't go in there, please, don't. Please, Stiles, don't!" Her words fall on deaf ears as he walks into the darkness.
He finds himself in the woods now, the Nemeton sitting in front of him. Flood lights turn on forming a circle around him and the tree. "It's just a dream. This is just a dream. It's just a dream, get it out of your head, Stiles. You're dreaming. All right? So, wake up, Stiles." He roughly smacks the side of his head in his desperate attempt to wake up. "Wake up, Stiles." He roughly rubs both hands against his head now. "Wake up!"
His eyes flutter open to the sun shining on him. His bedroom door opens and Noah stands there in his uniform. "Hey, time to get up, kiddo. Get your butt to school." He leaves and Stiles sits up. He sighs and starts getting ready for school.
"And you coudn't wake up?" Scott asked.
"Nope, and it was beyond terrifying." Stiles responded as he, Scott, and Y/n walks down some stairs. "You ever hear of sleep paralysis?"
"Uh, no, do I want to?"
"Have you ever had a dream where you feel like you're about to wake up but you can't move or talk?"
"Yeah." Y/n shrugged a bit.
"Yeah, I've had that." Scott also agreed
Stiles explained more as they walk under the concrete underpass. "It happens because during REM sleep your body is basically paralyzed. It's called muscle atonia. That way if you start dreaming about running, you don't actually start running in your bed."
"That makes sense." Y/n said.
"But your mind can wake up before your body does. So for this split second, you're actually aware that your body is paralyzed. And that's the terryfing part. It turns your dream into a nightmare. You can feel like you're falling, like you're being strangled, or, in my case, like you're at the center of a grove of magical trees where human sacrifices took place."
They walk through the school doors. "You think it means something?" Scott asked.
"What if what we did that night... What if it's affecting us still? Is it?" He asks Y/n then but she shrugs.
"I'm not sure. Maybe it's something else like post-traumatic stress."
"Or something." They walk into class. Scott sits in front of Stiles and Y/n sits to his left. "But you want to know what scares me the most?" The two turn to look at him. "I'm not even sure this is real."
Stiles sits up in his bed screaming in terror. Noah rushes in and immeditaly goes to his son, holding him as he thrashes around. "Hey, hey, hey. It's okay. It's okay. You're okay." Stiles settles down enough to clutch onto his father's arm for dear life.
...
Alan looks at Y/n with a raised brow when he sits at the kitchen table and finds her staring at her breakfast seemingly lost in her own head. "Y/n." He called and she jumped a bit and looked at him. "Are you okay?"
"Um..." She purses her lips. "I'm not sure, actually."
"You want to talk about it?"
"I just... I had a weird dream last night."
"What was it about?"
"I don't remember much, really. I was in Stiles' room, almost like I had stayed the night. He had a nightmare? Or something like that. Then his door opened and there was just darkness behind it. He got up, saying something about someone getting in. I was begging him to forget it, close the door and come back to bed. I told him not to go in, but he did. I don't remember anything else after that." She frowned and shook her head. "I don't understand what it's supposed to mean, if it even means anything at all."
Alan put a comforting arm around her and she laid her head on his shoulder. "It's most likely nothing to worry about. And if it is something to worry about we'll deal with it when the time comes."
"Yeah." She wasn't so convinced, but decided to let it go for now.
"Now, finish your breakfast. I'm sure Stiles will be here to pick you up soon." He moved his arm to get to his own food.
She smiled just before a honk sounded. "He's here." She ate at least two more bites of her food to make Alan happy before grabbing her bag and rushing out of the house. "I'll see you later!" Her yell was met with the door shutting and Alan shook his head with a fond smile for the teen.
Y/n rushed down the porch steps with a grin and quickly hopped into the Jeep. Before Stiles could even say hi she was diving foward to capture his lips in a rough kiss. His hand automatically came up to cup her cheek as he melted into her. When she finally pulled away she lightly smirked when his eyes were slow to open. "Woo." He breathed. "Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?"
She gave a half shrug. "I just missed you is all."
"Do you still miss me?"
"I don't know. Why don't you kiss me and find out?" He raised a brow with a smile but didn't hesitate to kiss her again. Kissing his girlfriend was one of his favorite passtimes and he would never get enough of it. She was like a drug to him and he craved every kiss and every touch that only she could supply. She pulled away again and laughed when he whined in protest. "If we keep this up we're gonna be late."
"Or, we could always just ditch today?"
"Or, we go to school and if you're good maybe I'll give you a surprise?"
"What surprise?"
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and looked up at him through her lashes. "I'm sure we can figure something out."
He gulped and had to tear his eyes away from her and those damn eyes that always turned his brain to mush. "Good God, let this be a fast school day." He muttered even though he knew she could still hear and she laughed at his remark.
When they got to school they saw Scott walking as fast as he could backwards while looking down like he was trying to escape his own shadow. He almost ran into his friends until they stopped and steadied him. "Scotty, are you all right?" Y/n asked in concern when she saw his alarmed look.
He took a few breathes but nodded. His friends didn't buy it. "You don't look all right, Scott."
"I'm okay."
"No, you're not. It's happening to you too. You're seeing things, aren't you?"
"You what?" Y/n looked at Stiles with wide eyes. He didn't mention anything about that.
He gave her a slightly guilty look as Scott looked at him. "How'd you know?"
Lydia and Allison came up behind the three then. "Because it's happening to all three of you." Lydia stated. The five walked together into school, Lydia opening the doors as she walked through first. "Well, well, look who's no longer the crazy one."
"We're not crazy." Allison said.
"Hallucinating? Sleep paralysis? Yeah, you guys are fine."
"Lydia, they died and came back to life. Something like that has side effects. Which I warned you of, by the way." Y/n said and then the bell rang.
"We keep an eye on each other. Okay?" Stiles said.
"And stop enjoying this so much, Lyds."
Lydia gave her friend an innocent look. "What?"
Y/n let it go as she, Scott, and Stiles went to their first class. The new teacher finishes writing on the black board and faces the students. "Good morning, everyone. My name is Mr. Yukimura. I'll be taking over for your previous History teacher. My family and I moved here three weeks ago. I'm sure by now, you all know my daughter, Kira. Or you might not since she's never actually mentioned anyone from school. Or brought home a friend for that matter." There's a sigh and a thump on a desk which everyone turns to. "Either way, there she is." Y/n looked over her shoulder to see the girl with long brown hair lift her head. The pretty girl gave everyone a hesitant smile and a tiny twitch of her fingers almost like a wave. She looked over everyone, but her eyes lingered on one boy in particular. Y/n glanced at Scott to see him looking at the new girl a bit longer than everyone else had. She raised a brow at that but faced forward again. The way Scott looked at Kira reminded her a lot of the first time he had seen Allison. "Now, let's begin with American History at the turn of the 20th century."
The three went to Stiles' locker after class. "Maybe we need a little more time to get back to normal." Scott offered as Stiles messed with his lock.
"It's not that easy, Scotty." Y/n denied.
"Yeah, try not to forget we hit the reset button on a supernatural beacon for supernatural creatures. There's a pretty good chance things are never going back to normal." Stiles added.
"Yeah." Scott sighed.
Stiles tugged on the lock but it still wouldn't open. He looked at the dial again, but the numbers were replaced with random symbols. "What?"
Y/n was about to question him what was wrong when she saw Scott. He was looking passed them and down the hall. Y/n glanced behind her and saw Kira with her father. She realized Scott must be listening to Kira until she turned and looked at him. Y/n looked back at Scott and saw that he had turned away, but when she looked at his eyes is when she became worried. "Scott, your eyes."
"What about them?"
Stiles looked over and saw them as well. "They're starting to glow."
"You mean like right now?"
"Yes, right now."
"Scott, you need to change them back." Y/n urged.
He started to pant heavily. "I c- I can't. I can't control it." He put a hand up to try and cover his eyes.
"It's okay." Y/n put her arm over his shoulder as he stooped down to keep his eyes hidden. "Keep your head down." She and Stiles led him into an empty classroom which he practically stumbled into as his breathes became ragged. He started to growl as he roughly threw his jacket off. His friends went to help him but he held a clawed hand up and spoke through his fangs.
"Get back away from me."
"Scott, it's okay." Stiles said.
"I don't know what's going to happen. Get back." The couple stayed back as he asked as he moved further away from them. He fought through his change and clenched his fists, digging his claws into his palms. Blood flowed heavily from the wounds he was inflicting and he groaned in pain, lowering to the ground with gasps. It seemed the worst was over and Y/n and Stiles slowly made their way to crouch in front of their friend who has now shifted back to normal. "Pain makes you human." His voice was shaky.
"Scott, I'm sorry." Y/n shook her head. "I'm so sorry, but this isn't just in your head. Any of you. This is real."
"It's starting to get bad for me too." Stiles admitted. "I'm not just having nightmares. I'm having dreams where I have to literally scream myself awake. And sometimes I'm not even sure if I'm ever actually waking up."
"What do you mean?" Scott asked.
"Do you know how you can tell if you're dreaming? You can't read in dreams. More and more, the past few days, I've been having trouble reading. It's like I can't see the words. I can't put the letters in order."
"Even now?" Y/n asked with a frown of worry.
Stiles stands as he looks at the chalk board and poster, anything with words on it, but every single letter is mixed up. "I can't read a thing."
...
"Why didn't you tell me what was going on?" Y/n asked as she and Stiles rode in the Jeep, a vase of pink and white flowers prettily arranged sat in her lap.
It took a moment to answer as he nervously gripped the steering wheel. Normally he would have at the first sign of what was happening, but something kept him back from it. "I just didn't want to worry you about it."
"Stiles, this is serious shit. What you guys did that night... What I did to you, it's gonna have consequences." He had glanced over and seen her frown. She had been doing that a lot since she found out what was happening to the three of them and he could tell she was blaming herself for it all. Her head picked up from where she was blankly staring at the flowers when she felt the car suddenly turn as Stiles pulled over. "What are you-"
"You need to stop it." He said as soon as he stopped and faced her.
"Stop what?" She asked very confused.
"Blaming yourself. We knew that it was dangerous, okay? We chose to do it. It is not your fault." He looked her in the eyes to make sure she understood what he was saying.
"But-"
"No buts, Y/n. I'm not gonna let you keep blaming yourself for something we chose. Plus, I know we'll figure out a way to fix it. Ask me how I know."
She rolled her eyes a bit, but still obliged him. "How?"
"Because I know you'll stop at nothing until we do. Which is one of the many, many, things I love about you." He smiled.
"Using flattery to distract me?" He shrugged but the grin never faded making one grow on her face as well. "It's working, but only this one time, Stilinski."
"You sure about that?" He started to lean closer to her and she mirrored his movements.
"100 percent."
He kissed her then, long and slow, in a way that made both of them light headed in the best way. "How about now?" He asked when he pulled away.
She pretended to think about it. "Hmm. I might let the next one slide as well." They smiled at each other. "I love you."
"I love you too." She loved looking at his eyes when he said it, they were always filled to the brim with the emotion that it almost overwhelmed her. She looked down at the flowers again.
"Thank you for letting me come with you guys to bring these." She lightly touched the petals.
"Of course. Dad thought it would be nice for you to come seeing as how we're together." He's quiet for a moment, lost in a thought. "She would have loved you."
"You think so?"
"I know so."
She bit her lip to hide her grin. Despite her tough exterior and could-care-less attitiude the approval of his parents actually means a lot to her, especially his mother since she was close to her own. "Let's hurry and get to the station before your dad thinks we snuck away to woohoo." He huffed a laugh but still did as she said.
When they got to their destination Stiles carried the vase for her and they made their way to Noah's office. "You know, the last time we brought one of these to her grave it was stolen the same day." Stiles said to his dad as he set the vase down on the desk. "Hundred bucks down the drain." With no answer Stiles looked over to see Noah sitting on the ground behind the desk. "Hey, dad?" Noah looked up at the couple.
"Hey there," Y/n greeted, "whatchya doin' down there?"
"Working. And hey," he looked to Stiles before looking down again, "if somebody wants the flowers that badly, they can have them. It's the gesture." Stiles walks around the desk while Y/n just leans and props her elbows on the surface to look over.
"Hey, Dad, what is all this?" Stiles gestures to the many, many file boxes labeled 'SHERIFF'S STATION DO NOT REMOVE'.
"I've been looking over some old cases from a more illuminated perspective, if you know what I mean."
Stiles picks up a report and reads it out. "'Strange sighting of bipedal lizard man sprinting across freeway'."
"Kanima pile." Noah pats said pile and Stiles puts it down.
"You're trying to see if any of your old cases have a supernatural cause?" Y/n asked with a raised brow.
"I admit the recent opening of my eyes to the greater mysteries of the universe has got me reassessing." He admitted making Stiles run a hand over his mouth. "There's at least 100 cases here where I can look at the details and I can ask myself, 'if I knew then what I know now'..."
"Right, but are you sure you wanna go down that path?" Stiles asked.
"Do I have a choice? There's one case in particular that I can't get out of my head." He stood up, followed by Stiles, with a file hand. He handed the file to Stiles as he started to explain and Y/n came around to look over his shoulder at the information. "Eight years ago, I was elected Sheriff of County, my first official duty was to tell a man that not only had his wife and two kids died in a car accident, but, as best as we could tell, the body of his 9-year-old daughter had been dragged from the wreck by coyotes." Y/n's fingers lightly touched the photo of the girl. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the young girl's own.
"You mean dragged and eaten?"
"We didn't find the car until three days after the crash. They had driven off the road into a pretty deep ravine. Two bodies that were still in the car were covered in bites and slashes."
"So you think the bites and slashes mean werewolf?" Y/n asked as she forced her eyes away from the photo.
"Maybe."
"But coyotes scavenge. They could have been the ones to leave the bites and cuts."
"Absolutely. But guess what night the accident occured on?" He pointed to a spot on the file which Stiles read.
"The night of a full moon."
"Yeah."
Stiles sighed and closed the file, glancing over the many others left lying around. "Hey, Dad, where are all these going?"
"Yeah, we, uh... We probably need to talk about that."
"Should I leave?" Y/n asked when she could tell this seemed like a private conversation needing to take place but Noah shook his head.
"No, you're fine. You're practically part of the family at this point." The warmth in her heart when she heard that was only dampened just a bit when he told them that Rafael was conducting a case for impeachment against Noah.
...
Coach loudly blows his whistle and Stiles jumps in his seat. He had fallen asleep and was startled awake by the piercing sound. "Stilinski!" Coach yells when he catches the boy's attention.
"Uh-huh?" He asks in a slight daze.
"I asked you a question."
"Uh... Sorry, Coach. What was it?"
"Oh, it was, uh, 'Stilinski, are you paying attention back there'?"
"Oh. Well, I am now."
"Stilinski, stop reminding me why I drink... Every night." He mutters the last words as he turns back to the board. "Does anybody else want to try the question on the board?"
Stiles looks to his side to see Y/n, and Scott behind her, looking at him in concern. "I'm okay. I just fell asleep for a second."
"Stiles... You weren't asleep." Y/n's eyes flick down to his notebook. When he looks down himself he finds the words 'wake up' written over and over in various ways over the page. He frowns and flips the book over.
At lunch Y/n, Stiles, and Scott sit at a table outside with Allison, Lydia, and Isaac across from them. "Okay, so what happens to a person who has a near-death experience and comes out of it seeing things?" Scott asks the group.
"And is unable to tell what's real or not?" Stiles added.
"And is being haunted by demonic visions of dead relatives?" Allison finished.
"They're all locked up because they're insane." Isaac said making Stiles give a fake laugh.
"Ha. Can you at least try to be helpful, please?"
"For half my childhood, I was locked in a freezer. So, being helpful is kind of a new thing for me."
"Okay, dude, are we still milking that?"
"Yeah, maybe we are still milking that."
Y/n spoke up this time. "When I was a child I watched my mother be burned alive and then ran from her killers for over a week until I got to safety." They all looked at her with various expressions of shock at her blunt statement. "Oh, sorry, pup. I thought we were comparing childhood trauma." She smirked a bit.
"Hi." Kira came up to the table then with a shy but friendly smile as they all looked at her. "Hi, sorry. I couldn't help overhearing what you guys were talking about. And I think I actually might know what you're talking about. There's a Tibetan word for it. It's called 'Bardo'. It's literally means 'in-between state'. The state between life and death."
"And what do they call you?" Lydia asked.
"Kira." Scott answered for her. Everyone looked at him in question but Y/n who just had a small smirk. "She's in our History class." He quickly explained. Kira looked happy that he even remembered her name.
"So are you talking Bardo in Tibetan Buddhism or Indian?"
"Either, I guess." Y/n made the boys next to her scooch over so she could make room for Kira to sit which she did when Y/n patted the spot in offering. "But all the stuff you guys were just saying? All of that happens in Bardo. There are different progressive states where you can have hallucinations. Some you see, some you just hear. And you can be visited by peaceful and wrathful deities."
"Wrathful deities? And what are those?" Isaac asked.
"Like demons, right?" Y/n answered before looking at Kira who nodded. "Yeah, I think I've read something about that somewhere before."
"Demons. Why not?" Stiles said.
"Hold on," Allison started, "if there are different progressive states, then what's the last one?"
"Death. You die." Kira answered nonchalantly but the others weren't as light-hearted about it.
...
Later Y/n, Scott, and Stiles had gone to Alan at the clinic about Stiles' 'dream' earlier in class. "It sounds like your subconscious is trying to communicate with you." Alan thought.
"Well, how do I tell my subconscious to use a language that I actually know?" Stiles asked.
"Do you remember what the sign language looked like? The placement and movement of the hands?"
"You know sign language?" Scott asked surprised.
"I know a little. Let me give it a shot."
"Okay, the first one was like this." Stiles held his left index finger up while taking the right one and making a circle motion over it.
"That's 'when'."
"Then there was this, twice." He held both hands flat and palm out, moving the right away and back again.
"That's 'door'."
"And then this between it." He ran his right thumb outwards from under his chin.
"That's it?"
"Yeah."
"'When is a door not a door'?" He finally translated.
"'When is a door not a door'?"
"When it's ajar." Scott answered. Y/n shared a troubled look with Alan.
"You're kidding me. A riddle? My subconscious wants to tell me a riddle?"
"Not necessarily." Alan denied and Y/n spoke up.
"When the three of you went in the water you crossed into essentially a superconsciousness. Pretty much opening a door into your minds."
"So what does that mean? The door's still open?" Scott asked.
"Ajar."
"A door into our minds?" Stiles repeated.
"I told you it was risky. It's not black and white like people think. There's a lot of grey area where things can go awry."
"What do we do about it?" Scott wondered.
"Well, that's difficult to answer." Alan said for them both to which Stiles responded.
"Oh, no, wait a second, I know that look. That's the 'we know exactly what's wrong with you, but we have no idea how to fix it' look."
"One thing we do know is that having an opening like that into your mind, it's not good."
"You each need to close that door. As soon as possible." Y/n pressed.
After their illuminating talk with the vet they walk out together to be met with Noah pulling up. "Dad, what are you doing here?"
"I'm here because I could use some help. Actually... Your help." He looked to Scott and Y/n.
"Why us?" Scott asked.
"Because eight years ago, almost and entire family died in a car accident. One of the bodies, a young girl named Malia, was never found. There's enough evidence to have me thinking that... That a werewolf could have caused the accident, and then dragged her body away. If either of you could somehow get a lock on her scent, if you could somehow help me find her body, it might provide the missing clue."
"But what if it was a werewolf?" Stiles questioned.
"Well, there's somebody out there who murdered an entire family. Someone who still needs to be caught.
...
The three sneak up behind the Tate home while Noah talks to Mr. Tate himself. They carefully step over a rat trap on the back porch and go up to the door to Malia's old room. Stiles grips the handle and opens it an inch, cringing when it squeaks. Y/n waves his hand away and with a swish of her fingers the door opens soundlessly. The teens go inside and she closes the door again. Stiles hands them stuffed toys to scent but they aren't getting much.
"All I'm getting is some animal smell." Scott informed and Y/n hummed in agreement.
"What kind of animal?" Stiles asked. Y/n answered as she looked at the bedroom door.
"Dog." Low growling caught the boys' attention and they turned to see the Rottweiler staring up at them from the doorway.
"Hi puppy. Get rid of it." He told Scott.
"Me?"
"Yes, you. Glow your eyes at it, something, be the Alpha."
"I can't. I don't have control."
"It's okay. I've got it." Y/n's eyes glowed, the color reflecting lightly in his eyes as they looked at each other. He tilted his head at her and she slowly lowered to the ground. "It's okay, boy. We're friends." She held a hand out and the dog happily nudged his head into her palm. She smiled and pet him for a minute. "Good boy, Apollo. Now, go lay down." Apollo turned and trotted away, eager to follow the nice lady's command.
"Whoa." The boys chorused and Y/n smiled at them as her eyes dimmed.
Stiles shook his head to clear his mind again and went to the desk against the wall. "Here. Try that." He handed Scott a book. "Anything?"
"All we're getting is that dog." Scott answered.
Y/n looked at the desk over Stiles' shoulder and her eyes were instantly drawn to the frame and the photo within. "Look at this." She pointed to the picture of Malia and her younger sister. Stiles took out his phone and snapped a picture of it. They left soon after and met Noah back on the road.
"I'm sorry. We tried as hard as we could. If it wasn't so long ago, we might have been able to do it."
"It's okay." Noah assured. "It was a long shot. In fact, it was a pretty terrible idea. I think I just ripped a wound open in that poor man. I never should have brought you guys here. I don't know what I was thinking."
"You were just trying to do what you though was right." Y/n tried to help him feel even minutely better but all he could muster was a thin smile.
"Thanks for trying, all right?"
"Yeah."
"See you at home." Stiles nods to his dad as he gets in his car and drives away leaving the teens on the road.
"Aren't there a lot of cases that go unsolved?" Scott asked Stiles.
"Yeah, I just think this one he felt like he could've figured out right now."
"Why is it so important now?"
"Well, he wants to be able to solve one more while he's still Sheriff."
Y/n slightly widened her eyes at Stiles. "What do you mean, 'still Sheriff'?" Stiles realizes his slip too late, and so he tells Scott what was happening.
...
Y/n sat on her bed in her night clothes as she used her magic to hold her grimoire in front of her. There was something Kira said about Bardo that reminded her of something in it. One of her ancestors mentions the types of spirits that can haunt someone if they experienced something like Scott, Stiles, and Allison had. She wrote about the benevolent, malevolent, and even neutral spirits that can appear, but they also speak about personal demons. Unresolved issues that can manifest themselves as hauntings. That would explain Scott's 'monster' visions and Allison seeing her aunt, but it doesn't really explain what's happening with Stiles. He hasn't seen anyone or anything that can even be remotely called a haunting. She didn't know what was happening to him.
A sound outside of her window pulled her attention away from the grimoire as she let it rest on the bed and her eyes dimmed. She squinted her eyes in confusion as she heard Scott and Stiles and made her way to her window. "What are you doing, Scott?"
Scott smiled at her from his perch on her trellis and propped an arm on her window sill. "We're gonna go out and find a dead body."
"Why does this feel so familiar?" He lightly shrugged. "Well, I really don't feel like traipsing through the woods in the middle of the night looking for a body. Remeber how well that went last time?"
"Come on, Y/n. We can help Stiles' dad by finding Malia."
The mention of the girl made her pause for a moment. The name seemed to echo in her head and she reluctantly sighed. "Fine. But get off my window. Only Stiles is allowed to watch me change." She glanced down at her boyfriend with a teasing smile, saying that loud enough for him to hear.
Scott let go and landed with a soft thump on the ground and then he looked at his friend. "So, you watch Y/n change?" Scott smirked.
"Shut up." Stiles shoved him while trying to remain cool. Y/n climbed out of her window soon after and down to the boys where she followed them to the Jeep. The plan was to find the old car wreck and see if they couldn't find anything there. Scott led the way with a map on his phone and a flashlight. "You know, if my dad's right, that means there's another werewolf in town that we haven't met yet."
"I know."
"If it turns out to be something like triplets that form into, like, a three-headed hound of hell, I'm seriously not up for that."
"Yeah. Me either. Especially if I can't even control my own transformation anymore."
"I'm sure we won't be meeting Cerberus in the woods." Y/n assured.
They walked a bit farther and came upon the beginning of a ravine. As they got closer to climb down a sudden howl made Y/n look off in the direction while Stiles jumped and held onto Scott making the Alpha drop his phone into a puddle down below. Scott gave him a look. "Sorry, buddy. I hate coyotes so much. They always sound like they're mauling some tiny, helpless little animal."
Scott jumped down followed by the couple and he picked up his phone from the water. He wiped off the screen and found it still on. "It still works."
Scott was pointing the light in a random direction when something caught Stiles' attention. "Let me see the flashlight." He took the item from Scott and directed it farther down the ravine. "I think we found it." Stiles led the way this time as they came upon an old, upturned car that had been left in the elements for years.
"Uh... Why wouldn't they move it? Isn't it evidence?"
"Probably too much of a hassle to get out, or too expensive." Y/n offered. She didn't follow as closely behind the two as they got closer to the wreck. She couldn't hear the voices of the victims thankfully, but she still didn't like how the area felt.
Stiles shined the light over the surface of the car. "Look at this." He highlighted large claw marks as him and Scott got closer. "See those?" Scott put his own hand up to the markings and they seemed to be almost perfectly spaced with his fingers. "Animal claws would be closer together, right? A lot closer."
"Then it was a werewolf." Scott said.
"Or another type of werecreature." Y/n added.
"So, my dad was right." Stiles crouched down and shined the light inside the car, looking for anything.
"What is that?" Scott pointed.
Stiles moved the light to highlight a plastic hand. He reached in and pulled out and old and dirty baby doll. "I'm hungry." The doll suddenly spoke. The boys jumped, Stiles screaming and throwing the doll down while Y/n laughed at the pair.
"I think I just had a minor heart attack." Y/n would have laughed at her boyfriend again if she didn't hear light growling.
She looked over and could just see a pair of eyes reflecting light from the shadows. "Hey, guys. Do you see that?" The boys followed her gaze and made noises of affirmation. Y/n's brows lightly furrowed as she stared at the creature. There was something about it. The eyes turned away as the body started to run away. "Put the doll back." She said without thinking before she took off after it.
"Wait, hey, Y/n! Y/n, wait!" Stiles called, but it was like she couldn't hear him anymore. She was just following her gut at the moment and it was telling her to follow the creature, a coyote she could see from the shadow as it runs. It was going very fast, too fast for a normal coyote, so she used her magic to push herself to go faster. She followed it over a small cliff where she landed on all fours to be at the same level with the snarling coyote. Without her realising her eyes started to shine brightly in the darkness making the coyote stop snarling. The eyes of the coyote were strikingly familiar to her, but when they started to glow blue is when the name rose to the surface.
"Malia?" She ran off and Y/n's eyes dimmed as she watched her disappear into the woods.
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Published: 6/23/21
Edited: 4/12/22
OH MY GOD I'M SO EXCITED FOR THIS SEASON!!! I honestly think it's my favorite season out of the whole show. I've been so looking forward to this since I started this book! Also, fun fact! My mom is deaf and so sign language was my first language before I learned how to speak. I knew what the people were saying in Stiles' 'dream' before Alan translated it Ãwà I don't know why but that made me feel good? I just like that I didn't need the explanation to know what was being said :)
Also just a heads up, I've been very busy lately so I haven't had much time to write. I have one more chapter prewritten, but if I have to skip a week again I'm very sorry and I'll try and let you all know before hand if that's the case.
Other than that thank you for reading and I'll see you next week! ð¥°