...
The three teens ran through the woods, the boys trying to find Y/n again after she had run off. They both yelled when she suddenly ran in front of them and they all almost collided. "I think we found something." Stiles told her after they took a second to breathe.
"So did I." She told them what happened as they led her to a grouping of large rocks.
Stiles shined his light in and Scott led the way, Y/n and Stiles following, inside the small cavernous space. "It's a coyote den." Scott said.
"Werecoyote." She corrected.
Stiles reached over and picked up an old baby blue jacket. "You see this? This is Malia's. Remember, it's the same one she was wearing in the photo."
Scott picked up an old teddy bear laying on the ground. A sudden uneasy feeling came over her. "We shouldn't be here."
"What do you mean?" Scott asked.
"She's not gonna come back here now. We just invaded her home."
"Our scent's going to be everywhere." Scott realized.
"If she's not going to come back here, where's she going to go?" Stiles wondered.
"I don't know." She shook her head.
"Can you guys track her now? Can you use anything in here to find her?"
"I'm not sure. Everything back at the Tate house and here is so old, and she's been a coyote for so long, I'm not sure a tracking spell would work on anything."
"What about a scent? You guys think you've got it?"
"I think so. It'd be better if we had more than one nose, though. What about you, Scott?"
"Maybe." Scott answered. "But I'm better at this when I'm a full wolf. And I'm still worried that if I do it, I won't be able to turn back."
"The door's still open." Stiles muttered.
"If I can't get to Derek, we're gonna have to find someone else to help." They thought for a moment before Scott thought of something. "This is basically a crime scene, right? I think it might be a little out of my boss's league."
"And more in my dad's."
"Are you guy's sure that's a good idea?"
"It's kind of the only one we have at the moment." Scott said. She wasn't so convinced but relented anyway. Pretty soon the Sheriff and his deputies were in the woods with them.
Noah emerged from the den with an old scarf in his hand and made his way to the three teens who stood by his car. "You're sure it was her?" He asked.
"I looked right in her eyes. And they glowed just like mine and Scott. I know it's her."
"It makes sense, Dad."
"But it wasn't a girl. It was a four-legged coyote, right?"
"Yes, but there's a girl in there." Y/n urged. "It's not common but werecreatures can shift into a full animal."
Noah didn't look so convinced so Scott tried again. "Okay, but if it was a full moon and she did change while her mom was driving, then anything could have happened."
"Horrible things could've happened. Ripping, shredding, tearing things." Stiles added.
"Which is probably what caused the accident." Y/n said.
"Think about it, Dad, all right. They're driving, Malia starts to change, she goes out of control, the mom crashes and everybody dies."
"Except for Malia."
"She blames herself, all right, goes off running into the woods and eventually becomes trapped inside the body of a coyote."
"That makes sense." The teens sighed in relief. "In a Chinese folktale!" He whisper yelled.
"Oh, come on!" She lightly exclaimed.
"Kids, this is... This is insane. I need this kept quiet. The three of you, not a word. I don't want anyone hearing about this. I especially don't want Mr. Tate hearing about this." Scott's eyes drifted to the side, and he saw a young Malia being held on a rock by himself in shifted Alpha form. "Scott? Scott!"
His eyes snapped back to them. "Sorry." He glanced back at the rock, but the figures were gone. "What did you say?" An SUV with police lights pulled up then.
"Oh, hell." Mr. Tate and Rafael exited the car and walked right up to Noah. "Mr. Tate." He greeted. He didn't answer, just looked at the fabric in the Sheriff's hand before gently taking it and cradling it in his own hands.
"Mr. Tate?" Rafael called.
"It's hers." Mr. Tate's voice is thick with emotion. Y/n shifts slightly in her spot. She can feel the emense grief and pain within the man, and it makes her almost emotional herself.
"All right, wait here." He started to move away.
"Dad." Scott tried to call.
"I'll talk to you in a minute. I wouldn't mind hearing how your mom's okay with you running around in the woods this late." He walked away again with no attempt from Scott to stop him again.
...
Stiles held a tablet showing a map for Allison as he, Y/n, and Scott tell her about the coyote. "Here's where we found the den. It's right in the middle of the hiking trails." Stiles zoomed in a bit on the area.
"Well, that could narrow it down. Coyotes travel on fixed trails. But I think you're right about her not going back to the den. Coyotes don't like wolves. And they're really smart. If they don't want to be heard, they actually walk on their toes."
"Coyotes tip-toe?"
Allison lightly rolled her eyes at the simplification. "They tip-toe." Stiles mouths 'what' just as the bell rings. "I got to go, but send me the location."
"Okay." Allison rushes out of the classroom to her own class as the three disperse and settle in their seats.
Y/n watches from her spot behind Stiles as Kira walked up to Scott, practically radiating nerves. "Hi. I'm Kira. You knew that. I knew you knew that. I don't know why I just told you again." Scott smiled at her and Y/n couldn't help her own grin. Kira seemed nice, if not a bit awkward, but that awkwardness gave her a sort of endearing charm. "Anyway, I have something for you." She started to take off her bag.
"For me?" He parroted.
"Yeah. About the bardo." She started to rummage through her bag. "My explanation was sort of all over the place, so I did some research and I printed it out for you."
Scott chuckles and rubs the back of his neck. "Ah, you didn't have to do that."
"It only took a couple hours."
"Wow. Then you really didn't have to do that."
Kira frowned down at her bag. "I swear I printed it out."
"Kira." Mr. Yukimura called and she turned to face him. "You forgot all the research you did for that boy you like." He handed her a small stack of paper as she just looked at him like he had two heads. When he walked away she slowly turned back to Scott who had his mouth slightly agape at what the man just said. She handed Scott the papers without meeting his eyes and he gave her a kind smile. She returned it before sitting in her seat as Scott went to his. "All right, everyone. Let's get started. We were just talking about internment camps and prisoners of war. There's a passage in our reading that I'd like to go over in more detail. Who would like to come up and read aloud for us?" He set a book open on the small podium and looked at the class. "Mr. Stilinski, how about you?"
Y/n and Stiles both looked up at this. She worried about his recent trouble of reading and it seemed he had the same thoughts. "Oh, uh, maybe- maybe someone else could do it." He offered.
"Everyone participates in my class, Mr. Stilinski."
"Okay." Stiles reluctantly gets up and takes Mr. Yukimura's spot at the podium. "Okay, okay." He mutters to himself and tries to get his eyes to focus as they start to blur. "Come on." He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment and grips the edges of the wood. When he opens them is when the panic started to set in. The letters on the pages seemed to melt down and disappear when he tried reading them.
Y/n felt the anxiety hit him as he looked up and his breathing got heavier. She stood up and started towards him. "Stiles? Are you okay?" She figured the answer was 'absolutely not' but she couldn't help but to ask anyway. Her call made Scott look up from his new booklet and that's when he notices what was up with Stiles. Stiles almost stumbled and gripped the podium again to stay up right. Y/n and Scott were by his side in a moment as they helped support him. "I think we should take him to the nurse's office." She told Mr. Yukimura. The man was concerned for the teen so he allowed them both to take him out of the class.
They helped him out of room and through the empty halls. "I thought we were going to the nurse's office?" Scott asked when she started to lead them towards an empty bathroom.
"More people is the last thing he needs right now." Stiles stumbled through the door of the bathroom. "Stiles, you need to slow down." She tried to advise.
"Is this a panic attack?" Scott asked her and all she did was nod. "W- what do I do? How do I help?"
"It's okay, Scott, I can handle it." She assured him and gently motioned for him to stay behind her.
Stiles on the other hand shook his head as he lent on the sink, bleary eyes staring at his reflection. "It's a dream, it's a dream. This is just a dream." He insisted.
"No, it's not." She tried to keep her voice level to help ease him. "This is real. You're here. You're here with us. You're here with me." He was still hyperventilating so she tried something else. "Stiles, how can you tell if you're awake or dreaming?"
"Your fingers... You count your fingers. You have extra fingers in dreams."
"Okay, then count with me. Hey! Look at me. Come on, hun." She urged and he managed to look over at her beside him. "Look at my hands and count with me." She held up a finger. "One." She held up another.
"Two." Stiles managed to get out.
"Keep going." She gently prompted and held up another finger.
"Three. Four."
"Five."
"Six. Seven."
"Eight."
"Nine." She put up her last finger. "Ten." Stiles looked between her hands that only held five fingers each.
"Ten. Only ten." His breathing started to slow as he realized that this was in fact reality and he wasn't dreaming. Stiles huffed as he leaned against and slid down the wall to sit on the floor. She slowly moved to crouch in front of him followed by Scott.
"What the hell is happening to me?"
"I'm sorry, Stiles. We'll figure it out. I promise."
"You're going to be okay." Scott tried to reasure.
"Am I? Are you? Scott, you can't transform. Allison's being haunted by her dead aunt. And I'm straight up losing my mind. We can't do this. We can't... We can't help Malia. We can't help anyone." It hurt Y/n to hear him say this. He sounded so worn down and she hated it, hated that he sounded that way because of something she helped cause. She didn't know what to say, but the True Alpha did.
"We can try. We can always try."
They sat in silence for a minute, still trying to recover from the panic attack situation, when Y/n had a sudden pull in her stomach. "She's in the school." She said.
They looked at her in question. "Who?"
"Malia. I don't know how I know, but I can feel it. She's here." Scott's eyes widened and he jumped up and left the bathroom. Y/n looked at Stiles. "I gotta go help." He nodded in understanding before she followed the Alpha. Scott ended up finded Kira in the locker room, cornered by the snarling coyote. He pushed Kira behind him before toppling the lockers and scaring Malia off. Y/n slid to a stop when she saw Malia at the end of a hall. The two stared at each other before Malia turned and left and Y/n let her.
Pretty soon the Sheriff and animal control had been called. Stiles walked beside his dad as he got information from him. "A couple said they saw it running across the field and back into woods. Thank God, nobody got hurt."
"What happens if she does hurt someone?" Stiles wondered.
Noah sighs. "Most likely they'll have to put it down."
"Put her down? Dad, try not to forget there's a girl in there, one that you'll be killing. Come on, you aren't back to not believing, are you?"
They stop at the end of the hall as Noah faces his son. "I believe there are a lot of things I don't understand yet. But that doesn't mean that everything and anything imaginable is suddenly possible. Now, are you 100% sure that this is a girl and not an animal?"
"Yes." Stiles replied without hesitation. "Because Y/n's sure." The Stilinski's look down at the other end of the hall where Scott stood with Y/n next to him. Stiles turned his head away and spoke normally, knowing they would hear him. "Scott, you guys been listening?"
Noah watched as Scott nodded in affirmation for the both of them, and the man seemed just a bit more convinced. "All right, let's get this figured out. Come on."
They all went back to the locker room where Scott listened to Kira talk to her dad before Stiles walked up to him and Y/n with his bag. "Guys, I think I know what she was looking for."
He reached in and pulled out the old doll they found at the wreck. "You kept it?" Y/n asked incredulously while Scott looked unimpressed.
"Yeah, I thought you guys could use it, you know, for like her scent."
"Where did you get that?" Mr. Tate had shown up and when he spotted the doll in Stiles' hand, he got upset. "Where did you find this?" He repeated harshly as he snatched the toy from the teen's hand. "It belonged to my daughter." He admitted sadly.
Noah quickly came to the rescue and placed himself between Mr. Tate and the other three. "Mr. Tate, I don't know how you heard about this. If you got your own police scanner or what... But you can't be here." He put a hand on Mr. Tate's waist to usher him away. He felt something when Mr. Tate flinched away and looked at the man in question. Noah moved away the jacket to find a gun on Mr. Tate's belt.
"I have a permit."
"California schools are gun free zones, permit or no permit. You need to leave, Mr. Tate. Now." He motioned for a deputy to lead him away.
Mr. Tate shrugged the deputy's hand off and looked at Noah angrily. "You find that animal. You find that thing." He let himself walk away then and Y/n's eyes followed him with a troubled look.
...
Scott got a text from Allison letting him know that she had the tranq gun, something they'd need if they wanted to help Malia, when Alan came back into the back room of the clinic. "Xylazine. It's a tranquilizer for horses." He set the three bottles on the table. "For a werecoyote, expect it to work within seconds. I only have three. So whoever's shooting, needs to be a damn good shot."
"Allison's a perfect shot." Scott assured.
"Well, she... She used to be." Isaac objected.
"She can do it."
"If we manage to find the thing."
"Her." Y/n corrected.
"Okay, what is the point of him?" Stiles asked while pointing to Isaac. "Seriously, I mean, what is his purpose? Aside from the persistent negativity and the scarf? What's up with the scarf anyway? It's 65 degrees out."
"Look, maybe I'm asking a question no one here wants to ask. Like, how do we turn a coyote back into a girl, when she hasn't been a girl for eight years?"
Y/n looked at Scott. "Scott could do it." She said. Scott seemed to agree with her.
"He can? You can?" Stiles asked to which Scott nodded.
"You remember the night that Peter trapped us in the school?" Stiles nodded to Scott this time. "In the gym, he was able to make me turn using just his voice. Deucalion did the same thing in the distillery."
"This is a werecoyote, Scott. Who knows if it'll even work if you can find someone who can teach you."
"That's why you called Derek first." Stiles realized.
Scott sighs. "Yeah, I could try it on my own. But right now, I'm too scared to even change into just a werewolf." "We need a real Alpha." Scott gave Stiles a look. "You know what I mean. An Alpha who can do Alpha things. You know, an Alpha who can get it going. You know, get it-"
"Up?" Isaac interjected making Y/n muffle a laugh.
"Great. I'm an Alpha with performance issues."
"Is there anyone else besides Derek who could help?" Alan wondered.
"I wouldn't trust Peter." Isaac said.
"What about the twins?" Y/n asked.
"They're not Alphas anymore." Alan denied. "After what Jennifer did, almost killing them? It broke that part of them."
"Yeah, but what if they know how to do it?" Stiles questioned.
"Nobody's seen them for weeks." Scott said.
"That's, uh, not quite true, actually." Y/n revealed.
...
Stiles opens the door to Derek's loft with Scott, Y/n, and Lydia behind him. They all walk into the darkened space together, looking around for the now Beta twins. Lydia walked further in with Y/n and Stiles. "They said they'd meet us here." She said.
Not even a moment later Scott is punched in the face by Aiden followed by another punch by Ethan. The twins grab Scott and throw him to the ground. Y/n pushed Stiles and Lydia back with her to keep them from being hurt by a stray fist. The twins smirk at Scott and Ethan flips off of the stairs while Aiden just walks down them to Scott. Aiden and Ethan each punch him again and Y/n winces a bit. She glances at Stiles who's trying to hide a smile of amusement and she elbows him in the side. "Stop enjoying this." She muttered to him.
The twins continue to take turns hitting Scott until he's on his back and Ethan gives him one more kick to the face. Scott rolls to the side with a groan, blood staining his lips. "I thought you guys were gonna teach me to roar." He strained out.
"We are. You do it by giving in." Aiden said.
"Giving in and letting go. That's how Deucalion taught us control." Ethan explained and picked Scott up by his shirt.
"Hey, you know, that's funny. I've actually tried something like this one time using a heart monitor and lacrosse balls." Stiles mentioned. "But you're right, beating the living crap out of him is probably a lot better."
"That's actually the plan? You kick my ass?" Scott asked.
"You're afraid to turn. We're gonna make you." Aiden explained.
"You turn. Then you kick our asses." Ethan smiled.
"And then you roar." Aiden let out a mighty roar with his fangs and glowing blue eyes for demonstration. It didn't have the same power as an Alpha anymore, but it was still pretty intimidating.
"You don't think you can let go with us?"
"What, you think you're going to hurt us?" Aiden shoves him from behind into Ethan and Ethan shoves him back.
"Come on, McCall. Give it your all. We can always heal."
Scott threw a punch that was easily blocked by Aiden as he hit the Alpha in the stomach, followed by another punch to the face by Ethan. "You're an Alpha. You want to roar like one, you've gotta give in full throttle. You've gotta be the monster. Become the beast. Become everything you're afraid of."
"That's what gives you power. It gives you strength."
Another weak swing from Scott is dodged and Aiden slams his fists into Scott's back making him fall to his knees, spitting out some blood. "Giving into it doesn't make you the bad guy."
"So long as you can control it."
"Sometimes control is a little overrated." He kicks Scott in the stomach.
"Come on, Scott. Fight back." Stiles muttered.
Scott manages to look up at the twins. "What if I can't control it? What if I can't turn back?"
"Then it takes over." Ethan said. "You become Malia. You get further and further away from being human. You turn into an animal. Or worse."
"You turn into Peter." Scott doesn't like the sound of that and he manages to stand with a determined look. He wipes some blood from his chin and lets out a yell as he charges. Aiden grabs Scott and slams him onto a table behind him. He climbs up himself and crouches over Scott and starts to punch him repeatedly in the face.
Y/n had let them do their weird control exercise even though she really didn't think that it would work (Scott was different from the twins, different personality and situations which also means he needs different methods), but when Aiden started to wail on Scott is when she decided enough was enough. "Ethan, stop him or I will." She threatened.
Ethan didn't really need the threat but followed anyways and stopped his brother from throwing anymore punches. Aiden glares at him. "What? I thought we were helping him."
"You help too much." Aiden gets off of Scott and they look back at the other three as they slowly approach. Scott turns his head to the side and spits out some blood. Y/n walks up to him and uses her magic to start to heal him a bit.
...
It's the next day and Scott follows Stiles, Y/n, and Lydia in the Jeep on his bike through the preserve where they meet up with Allison and Isaac. They all climb out and gather together, wondering if what they were about to do would actually work or not. "Anyone else think we might be doing more harm than good?" Lydia wondered.
"We're trying to keep a father from killing his own daughter." Scott insisted.
"Actually," Isaac spoke up, "we're trying to keep a guy from killing a coyote who is actually his daughter, who we don't know how to change from a coyote back to his daughter."
Y/n gave him a look. "That's exactly what Scott just said except with unnecessary detail."
"And again with the not helping." Stiles agreed.
Scott looked back at Allison then. "Did you bring it?" In answer she opened her trunk and pulled out the thin muzzled tranq gun. A moment after Scott, Isaac, and Y/n all turned their heads to the sound of a gun shot.
"That doesn't sound good." Y/n commented.
"Let's go." Scott got on his bike.
"Wait, wait. Wait! Wait!" Stiles yelled after the Alpha who was followed on foot by Isaac and Allison.
"There was gun fire." Y/n told him.
Stiles pulled out his phone and called his dad to see what the situation was about. "It took the doll again? What the hell is so important about the doll?"
"I don't know, but listen to me. There are traps all over the woods. Near the trails. Probably near the car crash. And Tate is out there with a rifle. I want you to stay out of those woods. You got that?" Stiles didn't answer because something had clicked in his mind. "Stiles?"
Stiles looked at the girls. Y/n recognized that glint in his eye and she looked at him in question. "It's the doll."
"Stiles?"
Stiles hangs up as he thinks about it a little more. "It's the doll?" He seemed to be confused by his own words. "That doesn't make any sense."
"It probably makes a lot of sense to her." Y/n said.
"All right, but why would it go all the way to the school and all the way back to the house just for a doll? One that was in the car wreck in the first place. We didn't find it in the coyote den."
"It likes the doll. Who cares?" Lydia said.
"It likes the doll a lot."
"Maybe it has some kind of meaning to her." Y/n offered.
"What kind of doll is it?" Lydia wondered to which Stiles answered.
"I don't know. It's a doll, you know. It's got little arms, a big baby head and dead, soulless eyes."
"You're only saying that because it scared the hell out of you." Y/n teased before answering herself. "It's just a little baby doll."
"Actually, I took a pic." Stiles remembered and pulled up the picture of Malia and her sister to show it to Lydia. "Here."
"That's Malia?" Lydia asked while pointing to the girl.
"Yes." Y/n nodded.
"Guys, she's not holding the doll."
"What?" Y/n and Stiles looked at the photo again to see that Malia was in fact not holding the baby doll. "That's Malia's younger sister. It was her doll."
"I know what she's doing." Stiles realised.
"What?" Lydia looked a bit confused while Y/n started to see it too.
"I know where she's going. We gotta go." He darted off and Y/n called for him to wait only to huff when he didn't listen.
She turned to Lydia. "Stay here, I'm gonna go follow him."
"But-" She started to argue.
"No but's! There are traps scattered here, there, and everywhere out there. It's safer for you here. Please."
Lydia folded her arms with a small huff. She didn't like the idea of just standing around, but she didn't want to make Y/n unnecessarily worry over her, so she relented. "Fine. But I'm not happy about it."
"I know." She gave Lydia a quick kiss on the cheek before rushing off herself. "Love ya, Lydie!"
"Yeah, love you too." She muttered and leaned against the Jeep.
Y/n caught up with Stiles, trailing just a bit behind him. "Stiles, slow down, or at least watch where you're go-" She cut herself off and stopped walking when she heard Isaac's distant scream of pain.
Stiles noticed her pause and turned to look at her. "What? What happened?"
"Isaac's been hurt."
The two continued in their fast pace as Stiles called Scott. "Scott, it's me, you got to call me back as soon as you can. It wasn't Malia's doll. It was her sister's. Malia left it at the car for her sister. It's like bringing flowers to a grave. Okay, and we stole the flowers. So, that's all she's trying to do, right. Bring the doll back to the grave, to the car wreck. That's where she's headed. The car wreck." He hung up then.
"Um, Stiles." Y/n hesitantly called.
"Yeah?" He looked over at her to find her looking at the ground.
Y/n hadn't listened to most of what Stiles was saying, not because she already knew, but because she was focused on where she was now standing. She hadn't been paying attention to where she was stepping, but her senses stopped her just before she put her whole weight on the trap now under her shoe. "I've got a bit of a problem."
"Y/n, don't move."
"Uh-huh. Not moving." She took a deep breath to calm herself. "Um, see if you can find the warning label."
"Warning label?"
"The intructions on how to disarm it."
"Why the hell would they put instructions on the bottom of a trap?"
"Because animals can't read? I don't know."
He nodded a bit at her reasoning and crouched down at her feet. He gently pushed aside the leaves masking the trap and found a red label with white lettering. There was only one problem though. The letters were mixed. "Y/n, we got a problem."
"That would be?" She carefully glanced down at him to meet his worried eyes.
"I can't read either."
She can feel the rush of anxiety from him. "Hey, Stiles. It's okay. It's gonna be okay." She tried to help calm him.
"How? How is this going to be okay, Y/n?"
"I know it will."
"How?" He asked again.
"Just a feeling." She lightly smiled at the look he gave her. "I'm a witch, Stiles. I'm sure I could do something to get myself out." She took another calming breath and looked at the ground. Stiles stood and backed up a bit when he saw her eyes start to glow. She stretched her fingers out towards the ground and slowly rose her hands up. Roots started to rise up around the jaws of the trap, not quite touching the metal. Once they were tall enough she clenched her fists and jerked her hands down. The roots followed her actions and clamped down on the trap, giving her just enough time to jump back before the steel broke from the roots and clamped shut on empty air. Stiles caught her as she stumbled back and they both let out sharp breaths. "See? Easy peasy." She panted out.
Stiles looked at her for a moment in almost disbelief, but it was overwhelmed by his immense relief that she was okay. He smashed his lips with hers for a moment and she could feel the tension roll off of him after that exciting encounter. "You're amazing." He said as soon as they parted.
She smiled at him. "I know. Now, come on. They might still need us." She took his hand and they continued on their way towards the wreck, but soon after a roar ripped through the air. Y/n looked where it came from as her eyes shined again. She could feel it, the powerful call of the True Alpha to shift, and she smiled.
"Now that's what I'm talking about."
Scott had chased Malia to the wreck, shifting to a full werewolf as he ran, and stopped her before she could get too close and become stuck in a trap herself. She snarled at him and he had roared with authority making her eyes glow as she backed down. A moment later she was lying on the forest floor, but in her human form again for the first time in 8 years. She sat up with leaves stuck in her wild hair, and looked at her human hands before looking up at Scott with vulnerable eyes. She looked around more, and took in her surroundings with a different perspective.
...
Stiles sat in the front seat of his dad's Sheriff SUV, with Y/n in the seat behind him, and they both watched as Noah led Malia up to Mr. Tate's door. Noah knocked and the man came out after a moment. "Mr. Tate." Noah greeted.
Mr. Tate just looked at him before his eyes drifted to the girl. He stared at her for a minute as recogonition slowly dawned on him. "Malia?" She gave him a wobbly grin and nodded. He started to tear up as well as he pulled her into a hug, and they spent a few moments sobbing into each other's shoulder.
Noah took a few steps away from the reunited family and looked back at the teens in the car, giving them a nod. Y/n smiled and Stiles gave him a thumbs up. Noah said something to them before he started to make his way back to the car. Mr. Tate led Malia into the house with a happy smile. Malia only paused long enough to lock eyes with Y/n again. Their stare was only broken when Mr. Tate put a hand on Malia's shoulder and gently led her inside.
Stiles sat back with a sigh and glanced at the mirror outside of his window, pausing when he could actually read the printed warning on the bottom. He sighed in relief and let his head fall back. Maybe things are starting to get better.
~~~
Published: 6/30/21
Edited: 4/12/22
Hey there! So I was bored one day and I was thinking of some of the funny things that have happened so far in this book and I made a couple memes related to this story ð I only mention it because I don't know if you guys would be interested in seeing them? I'll probably make more as the story progresses but for now I only have four of them. Three of them are pretty much the same bit I still found them amusing XD
If you guys do want to see them I'll put them at the end of next week's chapter. If not then just ignore this note ð
Anyways, that's all for now and I'll see you guys next week! ð¥°