#꒰ ♡ ꒱ there isn’t anything that i can’t do ╱ audrey possible ◞

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Sam sat up, tensing. He started the trace, taking deep breaths. Happily ever after in the wrong place. Case turned hunt. Funky town. Someone had a gun to her head, or worse.

“We’ll swing by with something,” he said. “Anything in mind?”

Stiles didn’t like this, he liked it exactly none, nope. This was almost worse than a haunted house. He glanced at Heather, nodding towards Sylvia.

Sylvia pauses, humming a bit. "Mm. Lots of dietary restrictions here... ooh, wait, what's that one place Willa was just recommending the other day?" She frowns to herself like she's thinking.

Heather shrugs when Stiles looks at her, not knowing what's going on at all. She keeps an eye on the three strangers that seemed to have surrounded them... spotting an opening, glancing to Audrey who nods. She has one, too.

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Sam nodded, taking a deep breath. “I need my bag. It’s in my car. And we’d benefit from weapons that aren’t as tracable as magic can be. Since this is still illegal.”

Oh, what the hell had he gotten his sisters into?

Stiles clenched his jaw, glancing around. Needed a weapon… anything…

“How do we know you weren’t alerting them?” one of the werewolves said. “You mentioned stray dogs, and that cub that killed her mother.”

“Quick, then,” Melinda nods, motioning for him to lead the way. Shit, shit, shit shit shit, shit.

Sylvia rolls her eyes. “I thought my side was supposed to be the paranoid one. Stray dogs... because the locals reported strange howling noises to the police, which was noted in the case file we were given. And, personal history aside, Willa is also Jewish. As is Audrey. Who is well-known as part of my group. If I’m going to mention needing someone to get food, I’d have to account for a vegan and I’d have to make sure wherever it comes from is kosher. Seriously, I’ve met other hunters less suspicious than you are. That’s actually kind of embarrassing, though I’m not sure for who.”

Audrey reaches out and gently grabs Stiles’ arm, pulling him and Grayson in with her. Heather motions Lily and Sammy closer to her subtly. Sylvia barely notices Nancy and Oliver standing slightly closer to her and definitely doesn’t react.

Ready.

“So, what’s your big plan now? You know this won’t last forever, right? Eventually they’ll catch on that something’s wrong.”

Steady...

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Stiles clenched his jaw, glancing around. Three? Three. Three people. Okay. Three. Three wasn’t that bad. Could’ve been worse. Right?

He reached into his pocket slowly, grabbing his stun gun but not making a move, just keeping his hand on it.

“What’s it matter to you?” one of the wolves snapped.

“This is our house,” another growled.

“Get out,” the first said, stepping a little closer.

Heather reaches up and pulls out one of her seemingly average bobby pins, twirling it in her fingers.

Audrey frowns and sets her shoulders a bit, not reaching back to her bow just yet.

Sylvia looks up at the question. “We’re here to find out what happened to some missing people. That’s what it matters to us. We weren’t here for trouble. We were here for answers. It’s our job. We’re detectives.”

She meets the gaze of the first one. “And in this moment, that’s all I’d like to be, so I wouldn’t test my limit much.”

Heather frowns to herself, glancing back over her shoulder slightly, at Sylvia and then the others. Huh?

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Stiles bounced nervously, grateful for Oliver. Because he needed something to hold onto to ground himself so that he wasn’t panicking over the slightest little noise, like the scurrying of mice, and the shuffling noises that seemed to be getting closer while moving around them, and the fact that Sylvia was being way too calm about it-

Nope, nope, he was panicking.

Stop it, stop it, stop it, he thought to himself, forcing himself to reign it in just enough to not show it… much. Stop it. They’re in danger. Protect them. That’s your job.

He tensed at another sound, closer, immediately slinging Oliver behind him when he saw someone - something? - coming into view in Sylvia’s light.

“Get… out…” the stranger growled, keeping mostly out of the light.

“Mm,” Sylvia pauses, considering it, connecting the dots. The claw marks, the noises, what little glimpse she could see from the light... “Can’t do that, no. Not part of the job description.”

How many, how many, how many? One with Heather. One with her...

And one more, that Audrey turns back to when she hears it. Three of them. One of her.

...yeah, she could probably handle those odds if she had to. The problem was the fact that the others were here. “So what’d we stumble onto, then? Gotta be a pretty big deal, wolfie, that you’re willing to threaten a group of kids.”

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Stiles hummed as he followed along. “Yeah… Don’t like that. At all. Nope. Nuh-uh. Like that about as much as a haunted house.” He stopped, tilting his head. “Hang on, is this house haunted because Grayson’s in it?”

He held up his hands. “Nope. Don’t answer that. Don’t indulge me.” He shook his head, looking around, clicking on his flashlight. “Anyone got any ideas what we’re gonna find?”

“Isn’t the qualifier for haunted houses that the ghosts stay in it?” Grayson wrinkles his nose.

“That sounds right,” Audrey nods quietly as she clicks her own flashlight on, peering into rooms they pass as they go. “Most haunted objects have the ghost attached to them. That’s why museums don’t have history but the artifacts of traveling exhibits cause issues, or so the stories tend to go, so the same would apply with homes.”

“Heavy emphasis on stories,” Sylvia wrinkles her nose as she presses onward. “Only applies if you believe in that sort of stuff.”

“I’m right here,” Grayson remarks crossly.

“Didn’t say I don’t believe,” Sylvia points out. “...huh.”

She shines her light on the wall beside her when something catches her eyes, pausing a moment. Uh-oh, but she doesn’t say that, running her fingers over the claw marks on the walls. “Hmm.”

Oh, oh no. She’s used to fake hauntings using much deeper, much bigger claw marks than this. They’re used to really encourage people to stay away. These...

No, no, no. This has to be a normal case. It has to. She doesn’t know what she’ll do if...