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SPOILERS AHEAD FOR CHAPTER 39!

“Good evening, you’re through to the existential crisis hotline. How may we question your existence today?” Zaida drawled as she answered her ringing phone that was just playing the chorus to Taylor Swift’s ‘The Archer’. Allison had been calling her a little more often now that they had talked things out, so it wasn’t so much of a surprise.

“Scott just came to the apartment,” The matriarch of the Argent family started without any small talk. The two of them had a joint solidarity that neither of them was going to allow any of the boys to dictate whether or not they were going to help. Even if that meant they needed to sneak around behind the pack’s back. Thankfully, Stiles had promised not to say anything to Scott about where they had gone the night of the full moon in exchange for a hefty box full of his favourite snacks - courtesy of Zaida.

“What kind of visit are we talking about here?” Zaida raised a brow, suggestiveness evident in her tone even though she was fairly certain she knew what kind of call this would be.

“He brought me one of my arrows from the school. I thought I cleaned them all up when I went back, but apparently, I missed one. So he knows I was there.” She explained, not acknowledging Zaida’s joke.

“Ooft, I bet he wasn’t too glad about that,” Zaida grimaced, knowing how adamant Scott had been that they both needed to stay out of that fight.

“Nope. He gave me the whole spiel about how the alphas are dangerous and that he’s scared of them and I should be too. He seems to think everything that happened the other day with the twins was just them playing around with us.” Allison reported and an involuntary shudder ran through Zaida.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if they were just trying to piss us off.” She admitted. The events of the other day were purely high school - literally and figuratively. “But the twins don’t strike me as that dangerous. It’s the rest of the pack I’m worried about, and I haven’t even seen them yet.”

“I really don’t think it would be that hard to take the twins down. So then I told Scott as much, and that I could take him in a fight-” Allison began, her tone shifting along with her story.

“Okay, that sounds like some serious foreplay.” Zaida interrupted and snickered.

“What would you know about that?” Allison shot back playfully. Thanks to Lydia, it had become a running joke that Zaida was the group’s resident ‘virgin/prude’.

“I may not have any experiences of my own, but I have heard about Lydia’s conquests in unfortunate vivid detail. So I know enough.” She snorted, slightly surprised that Allison was coming to her about this. It was just like she used to, before…everything. “What happened after that? Did you two spar, leaving one of you in a compromising position as tension built and led up to an almost-kiss?” After Allison’s silence greeted her she gasped giddily. “Oh my God, that’s totally exactly what happened!”

“It…I-” Allison stuttered, not quite knowing how to answer.

“Oh, just admit that there’s still something between you two! You guys didn’t end things because you stopped loving each other, it was because you needed space and time to figure things out and fix your relationship with your dad. Weren’t you always going to get back together again?” Zaida questioned, fully invested in this relationship. Sure, other flirtations may come and go, like Allison and Jackson, or Allison and Isaac, but it always came back to Scott. They all knew that in the end, it would be Scott and Allison. They were meant to be together and any other pairing just didn’t make sense.

“But I don’t know if I’m ready yet. Things still feel so fresh with Mom, and Dad and I are still trying to make things work but we’re both lying to each other.” Allison let out a deep sigh. “I can’t find it within myself to completely trust him when every other family member has turned out to be a psychotic killer.”

“Anyone in your position would be experiencing some major trust issues right now, and I get that. When I found out Xander had been lying to me, I completely lost trust in him. I practically moved out and couch-surfed because I couldn’t feel safe around him anymore, and he hadn’t done half of the things your family did. So, I can’t imagine how much harder it must be for you.” Zaida nodded in understanding of the girl’s dilemma. “And yes, it’s important you work things out before jumping back into a relationship, but sometimes things like that don’t really ever go away. You just have to learn to live with them, and waiting for them to go away might just be pointless. Sometimes you have to force yourself to be ready, even when you aren’t, and that’s when the real moving on starts.”

“How did you do it? You lost both of your parents…parents who sounded like they were amazing people. I just lost one parent - who was a murderer and put me through hell - and it feels like everything fell apart.” Allison let out a huff, not quite sobbing but possibly on her way there.

“Your feelings are a lot more complicated to digest than mine were. Yes, she was awful, but she was your mother. She raised you and was there for every day of your life. The guilt that comes with loving her and mourning her loss - even though you know the things she did and the person she was - is infinitely worse, in my opinion.” Zaida spoke honestly. When she actually stopped to think about everything Allison went through, her erratic emotions and behaviours kind of made sense. Trauma made people do crazy things. “Don’t get me wrong, it was really hard when my parents died, but I had Xander at the time. Leaning on him was what got me through those first few years.”

“How did you two fix things?” The huntress asked, searching for a way to make things right with her father. “That night in the warehouse district you were so angry, and now you two are living together again like it never happened?”

“Oh, I wasn’t just angry, I was seething when he told me the truth - both times. Finding out that everything was a lie was like going through my parents’ death all over again, and when I moved back into the apartment I definitely wasn’t ready to forgive him or face him, or even talk to him. But I forced myself to do it because I knew if I waited until the day everything was okay again, it would never happen.” She answered openly. It actually felt good to talk about it with someone who understood what it was like to have your whole life be a lie.

“What did make everything okay again? I mean, you seem like you’re fine with it all now.” Allison pointed out the almost nonchalant way she was telling her tale.

“When I did find out the truth about my parents and finally got the closure I was waiting years for, I didn’t feel any different. I always thought that getting those answers would fix everything, but instead, it made me realise the girl who I was and the life that I had was gone for good. There was no point in drowning in it. Even with everything going on this year, I finally feel happy because I feel alive again - not just like some shell of the person I used to be. I found a new version of myself here, and I love what my life has become. I’m not some ghost of a girl, moving from city to city and school to school, bringing nothing with me and leaving nothing behind. Now, things matter, People matter. I matter.” Zaida explained her own situation and it was oddly therapeutic speaking her journey out loud. It made her realise just how far she had come from the Zaida that had moved into Beacon Hills with the intention to disappear into the background and blend with the walls. A newfound sense of determination fell over her.

“You make it sound so easy,” The huntress let out a humourless chuckle from the other end of the line.

“It wasn’t. I would never have figured out it for myself if I hadn’t pushed out of my comfort zone. You actually started me on that journey, Allison, by being relentlessly kind and always dragging me along even when I tried to make up every excuse to hide away from the world. You were the reason I gave Lydia a chance and found my best friend. You were the reason why the two of us met Scott and Stiles - you brought our group together.” Zaida smiled as she recalled those early days in which Allison and her would stay up late on the phone talking about Scott, and Zaida and Lydia would pretend the other didn’t exist, simply sharing in Allison’s friendship. Those were the events that had kickstarted it all - the reason why she found out about the supernatural and about what she was. “You didn’t let me wallow in what my life used to be, you introduced me to a new one - and now I’m going to do the same for you. So don’t push Scott away. Don’t push us away. You’re part of this group, Ali - this pack, or family, or whatever you want to call it.”

“Where did you come from and what did you do with Zaida?” Allison laughed and sniffed, obviously having gotten emotional.

“Hey! I can be profound and genuine sometimes.” Zaida defended herself, sharing in the huntress’ laughter. “You just haven’t seen it because you were too busy shooting me in the leg with a crossbow.”

“And she’s back.” The taller girl rolled her eyes, but couldn’t stop the broad smile that brought out her dimples and reached her eyes.

The sharp ringing of the doorbell prompted Zaida to roll off her bed and head to the entrance of the apartment. “Okay, I’ve gotta let you go. I think my pizza just got here, and food trumps you right now.” She ended the call and opened the door, ready to hand the delivery boy the money with an extra tip for such a fast service, only to find Scott McCall at her door. “Oh, uh…hi.”

“Hey,” He pursed his lips into a makeshift polite smile, but the boy was clearly stressed about something. “Can I come in?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Zaida stepped to the side and allowed him to venture into the living room as she shut and locked the door behind him. Scott had only ever been at the apartment once, and it had been to try to sneak her out of her bedroom window for a beach day. She followed after him awkwardly. “So…to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”

“I need to talk to you-” He began in a serious tone, and Zaida’s mind immediately went to the beginning of her conversation with Allison.

“Okay, before you lecture me, I think that it’s important for you to consider that had Allison and I not intervened, your plan would have failed and Cora and Boyd would have continued on their rampage until the sun rose. So I think you should actually be thanking us.” Zaida immediately went into damage control mode, recognising her mistake when Scott’s brows furrowed in a confused expression. “Oh, you didn’t know I was there, did you?”

“Well, I do now!” Scott shook his head at her disapprovingly. “How did you even sneak away, Stiles said he was with you the whole…Stiles was covering for you, wasn’t he?”

“Yeah, and so was Isaac,” She admitted. “Sorry. Scotty boy, but you needed our help, and apparently you still need my help, otherwise you wouldn’t be here right now. So spill, what is it?”

“I went to see Allison,” He sighed and now Zaida understood what this was about.

“She already told me about the almost-kiss. Trust me, she’s thinking about it too, she’s just not sure if she’s ready yet.” Zaida nodded sympathetically and took a seat next to him on the couch.

“Wait, she told you about that? What else did she say?” The werewolf’s ears perked up and his spine straightened in surprise.

“Is that not what you came here to talk about?” She read his change in body language and discerned that she’d gotten it wrong once more. “To get advice on your Allison dilemma?”

“No, I came to tell you that when I left Allison’s I saw Deucalion in the elevator. The alpha pack are living in the apartment above her! So I went to tell Derek, and he already knew-” Scott began explaining.

“So he’s keeping information from us again, no surprise there.” The brunette drolled bitterly.

“He said that they’re planning an attack on the alphas tomorrow night, and they want my help.” The boy continued, that heavy anxiety returning.

“Oh, I’m no good with this kind of advice, Scotty. Isn’t that what we have Deaton for?” Zaida pointed out.

“I already went to see Deaton. I wanted to try and stop them from fighting. He told me not to, but to lead them instead.” He buried his head in his hands and she patted him soothingly on the back. “I don’t even really know what that means!”

“What did Stiles say?” She questioned, wanting to know the boy’s opinion considering he was usually right about these things.

“He thinks we should let them take each other out and not get involved, which is obviously not an option.” Scott huffed.

“Why not? It’s not our fight. The only reason why we ended up getting dragged into it is because you saved Isaac at the hospital, right?” Zaida pursed her lips. Sure, it was savage, but it made sense. “I know it sounds awful, but if we make it clear we don’t align ourselves with Derek, then maybe they’ll leave us out of it. Didn’t you say they just want Derek to join their pack? We have nothing to do with it.”

“Yeah, but they want Derek to kill everyone else in his pack to join them!” The werewolf exclaimed.

“Great, that would get rid of Peter for us!” She shrugged, half-joking and half not.

“And Cora, and Boyd, and Isaac.” Scott pointed out.

“Okay, yeah, you’re right.” She muttered under her breath. “Getting rid of Isaac was probably why Stiles suggested it, to be honest. I don’t know why but he really has it out for the guy.”

“Yeah, I wonder.” Scott snorted sarcastically. “How would me leading them into a fight, help anybody?”

“Maybe Deaton didn’t mean for you to lead them into a fight, maybe he meant for you to try to lead them into a peaceful solution. Convince Deucalion that Derek is a really shitty alpha who would add nothing to his pack. We have the evidence, he loses like every single fight.” Zaida jested, but from the look on Scott’s face, she could tell that she had given him an idea. “Wait, no. Scotty, I was just joking, don’t actually do that.”

“No, you’re right. Maybe I can just try to talk to him.” The boy nodded, getting up from the couch with a newfound sense of direction.

“Scott, that’s stupid. The guy is called the Demon Wolf for a reason. I don’t think he’ll care about anything you have to say. He wants Derek, and guys who are used to getting what they want don’t compromise.” She chased after him on his way out into the hall. “You’re just going to get yourself killed!”

“I have to try something!” The boy insisted, taking the stairs down two at a time as a young teenager in a Domino’s uniform climbed them, holding two boxes.

“Those are for me buddy,” Zaida sighed in defeat and pulled the cash from her pocket, exchanging the money for the pizza. “I’m gonna need them after that conversation.”

She carried them through the open doorway to the apartment and dumped them onto the coffee table, picking up her phone and re-dialling Allison. “Did you miss me already?” The girl answered.

“Hey, you’re gonna want to get over here. Scott just came past and…it’s not good news. If it’s any incentive, you can help me finish the pizza.” She offered.

“I’m on my way,” Allison agreed and Zaida could already hear her keys jingling in her hand. “Should we call Lydia or Stiles?”

“This isn’t really a Lydia or Stiles type of problem. This is a hunter kind of problem.” Zaida shook her head. “We may need my brother and your dad.”

Both Zaida and Allison had determined that they needed backup, and that came in the form of asking Chris Argent for aid.

“Someone needs to help them.” Allison pleaded with her father. After finishing their pizza they had gone straight to the Argent apartment down the street to see the man.

“Not us. I'm getting the consulting business back up and running again, and you need to graduate. That's a normal life, and it's what we agreed to.” Chris shook his head insistently.

“So, we just ignore it?” Allison gawked, appalled at his unwillingness to help.

“We stay out of it.” Her father nodded and then turned to Zaida. “You would do well to do the same.”

“There's a pack of alphas trying to kill our friends! How do we stay out of that?” Allison raised her eyebrows and interjected before Zaida could say much of the same thing. The huntress’ face broke into an incredulous expression.

“There's a saying for these kinds of situations - the kind you have to navigate carefully. It's called ‘threading the needle’. It's finding a safe path between two opposing forces.” Chris described their position with a metaphor.

“Sounds like saving your own ass.” Allison crossed her arms over her chest defiantly.

“They're not your family.” Argent reminded her in a gentler tone.

“They’re not supernaturally-racist, psychotic murderers, you mean?” Zaida drawled, unable to help herself from pressing on the man’s bruise a bit to remind him of the people he had defended compared to the people he was now refusing to do so for.

“With all the family that I've lost, I could use a few friends.” Allison scoffed and turned her back on her father, storming back out of his office and into her bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her and leaving Zaida standing awkwardly across from Chris Argent.

“You helped us with Boyd and Cora, why not with this?” The girl questioned. She’d honestly thought better of the man since he’d given his aid, but apparently, the change in him only went so far.

“I helped once because they were going to kill innocent people. Derek is choosing to fight. What happens is his responsibility.” Chris justified his choice.

“And what about Scott? Scott didn’t choose to fight, he’s trying to choose peace. He’s naive and reckless, but he’s also kindhearted and inherently good. Would you be okay with letting something happen to him? When you know what he means to your daughter?” She tried to spin it a different way and manipulate his emotions into getting him to help.

“I lost my sister, my wife, and my father to this world. I’m not going to lose my daughter too.” That was all he was able to ground out, a slight guilt behind his blue eyes. “We’re not getting involved.”

“Allison gave Scott up for you. To heal and fix your relationship because you’re all the family she has left.” It wasn’t the whole truth - Allison had mostly broken up with Scott to find herself again and mourn - but Chris didn’t need to know that. “The least you could do is make sure he’s alive for when she finally decides she’s ready again.”

Zaida shook her head at him and walked out, leaving the man somewhat speechless. She knew that she and Allison had promised each other they were going to help Scott no matter what Chris’ answer was. Why the man would think they were going to stay out of it simply because he had chosen to was beyond her. If Chris wasn’t going to go for it, Xander was their only other option…

“Absolutely not,” Xander immediately denied Zaida's proposition that he help them back Scott up that upcoming night as the boy was planning on meeting the alpha pack’s leader to negotiate peace on behalf of Derek Hale. “If you think that an alpha is going to agree to Scott’s terms and not use the opportunity to take advantage of his innocence and jump him, then you are marginally dumber than I ever gave you credit for.”

“We know there’s no way he’ll go for Scott’s peace offering, which is why we’re asking you to help! As much as I hate it, you’re a hunter. You know how to take down werewolves, and that’s what we need to do.” Zaida tried to reason with her brother.

“The hunters disbanded when the Argent’s fell apart last spring. There is nothing that any of us can do against a whole pack of alphas other than not get involved.” He insisted, doubling down in his answer. “I don’t want you anywhere near this. Your nature is hard to smell out for wolves, but for an alpha of a whole pack of alphas…he’d be able to easily tell. The last thing we need is for you to get found out.”

“Come on! How can you not do anything when an innocent teenager might die!” Zaida exclaimed in outrage.

“He’s not an innocent teenager. He’s a werewolf who made his choice - an admittedly stupid choice, but a choice nonetheless. This isn’t our responsibility. I have been trying to come to terms with you being involved in this world, but I draw the line at this - it’s suicide.” Xander gave his final word. “If I find out that you’ve gone behind my back with this, I’m quitting my job and we’re heading straight back to San Francisco.”

“I can’t believe you!” Zaida screeched in frustration and imitated Allison’s dramatic exit, pulling her school bag over her shoulder and stomping out the front door, slamming it shut behind her. The girl hurried down the steps and out the front of the apartment complex to where Allison was waiting to give her a ride to Beacon Hills High.

“From that frown on your face, I’m guessing he didn’t go for it.” Allison sighed as Zaida got into her Mazda and fastened her seatbelt.

“Nope,” Zaida popped her ‘p’ with a frown. “Looks like we’re onto plan B.”

Xander was working the night shift and the only way he would know if Zaida left the apartment building was from the camera at the front door. If she snuck out her window and down the fire escape, he’d be none the wiser. Getting Allison away from Chris would be harder…especially with what was on the line. If Chris caught wind of Zaida’s involvement and spilled the beans to Xander, it was game over for her. Luckily the two weren’t really on speaking terms since the whole abrupt punching incident. Luckily they had until later that night to plan the huntress’ escape.

“Here, squeeze in.” Allison nodded towards Zaida, holding a small window half-open - the furthest it would go - on the top floor of the abandoned mall towards the outskirts of downtown Beacon Hills.

“You may be flat enough to fit but my fat ass definitely isn’t going to.” The much curvier girl eyes the window warily.

“Just try, it’s our only way in.” Allison shook her head at her friend, and Zaida slipped her arms through the space first to narrow the breadth of her shoulders and chest, using them to help her crawl through. As expected, her hips were too wide to fit, leaving her partially stuck. “Come on, suck it in!”

“I can’t ‘suck in’ my ass!” Zaida hissed in a whisper, careful to keep their sound to a minimum. This place was probably crawling with alphas. Nevertheless, she wriggled her hips and tensed the muscles to shrink them as much as possible, only just managing to scrape through the window frame. The inside looked far worse than she had expected. It was completely devoid of colour, simply a hollowed-out structure of grey stone pillars and floors. Stiles had discovered this place, and in his research, he’d found the mall apparently never finished construction - the funding had run out and the entire project had been abandoned. It certainly looked like it.

Allison’s lithe form slipped through effortlessly, and the pair slunk through the shadows, finding a position shrouded in darkness perched behind a handrail overlooking the multiple levels of the mall below. The glass pane had been smashed out long ago and the shattered dust was scattered across the ground. They were both careful to avoid it, not only in case of cuts but for fear of making any sound. They both knew how far Scott’s hearing could range and he was just an omega with a makeshift pack of a human, a hunter, a naiad, and whatever the hell Lydia was - a corpse detector, perhaps? Peering through the darkness with the heat-signature glasses Allison had handed her, Zaida could see multiple humanoid masses lighting up behind the glass. Thankfully, there were none near them, but she could see a narrow form behind a column much further down and two broader shapes across the other side. The twins. With a grim nod of her head, Zaida confirmed to Allison that their suspicions were correct. The rest of the alpha pack had shown up against Scott’s instructions to come alone.

Neither of them needed heat signature glasses to see the man standing at the base of one of the multiple broken-down escalators transitioning between levels. He was older than either of them had expected, and thinner, and shorter. In fact, to the naked eye, he didn’t appear very threatening at all compared to his fellow alphas. Especially not when Zaida recognised that long cane that he leant on to support his weight, with dark-tinted sunglasses to boot. Scott had told them Deucalion was blind, but her mind had conjured the terrifying image of ghastly scars across his face and milky-white eyes tinged with that glowing alpha red, instead of…well, this. There was something oddly familiar about what little of his face she could see for such a distance. Something in her knew she had seen him before. There was an energy pulsating from him that was almost recognisable, as if she’d felt it before. From where they were crouched they had a perfect view of Scott strolling out from the entrance opposite the escalators into what used to be the main lobby of the mall, accompanied by a familiar mop of golden brown curls. That wasn’t planned.

“You didn't come alone.” The alpha mused - his voice was far less deep than Zaida had thought it would be as well. All around he really hadn’t met any of her expectations, but she couldn’t shake that ghost of familiarity hovering over her.

“Yeah. This is Isaac.” Scott gestured towards Derek’s beta, who acted as though he was more in their pack than the Hale’s.

“I'm not talking about Isaac.” Deucalion’s tone was even as Derek took his cue to reveal himself, wandering out of the darkness and into the moonlight that streamed from the unfinished roof. It revealed he was already shifted, his claws out and facial features morphed into that animalistic expression.

“You knew I would do this?” Scott looked at the man, utterly appalled. With a stiffening of her muscles and stillness in her heart Zaida came to the same realisation as Scott. Derek had told Scott about their planned attack to get him to lure the alphas out under the pretence of peace only for the pack to swoop in and catch the alphas unawares - only it hadn’t worked. The alphas had either been planning an attack of their own on Scott, or were expecting the Hale pack. “Derek, don't! You can't do this so no one gets hurt. If someone else dies…”

“Him. Just him.” Derek growled in a low voice, only he had no idea that it wasn’t just Deucalion. He had brought back up.

“Just me? Now, how does a blind man find his way into a place like this, all on his own?” The alpha tilted his head, and a scraping could be heard as a woman slid down the column she had previously been hidden behind, her claws leaving deep grooves in the stone. Claws on both her hands and feet. This had to be the wolf that Isaac described who had drugged him at the hospital.

Another man came strolling up the escalator from the floor below - his heat signature had been hidden by the thick level of concrete between him and the glasses. Now he was more the beast Zaida had been picturing, all rippling muscles and viciously sharp features. This must be the wolf that had fought Scott at the hospital. From across the way, shirtless Ethan and Aiden approached the ledge, and at seeing the alpha pack members Boyd and Cora stepped forward from behind Derek. Both Zaida and Allison recognised the girl’s shifted form from the other night. Zaida couldn’t decide if it was a good thing that Derek had come with backup - seeing as the alphas had apparently been planning to attack Scott anyway - or if it had just sealed Scott’s fate.

Derek was first to make a move, headed towards Deucalion but swiftly being intercepted by the female wolf - ‘Toe-nails’, Zaida would call her - who stopped him with a kick to the head. The battle quickly began in full force, leaving Zaida and Allison staring and struggling to follow along. The twins took this as their sign to join the fray, somersaulting from the upper floor and coming into contact with one another mid-air. In a blur of skin, the two landed as one, and merged into a giant, brutal form. Issac charged straight for them. On the other side of things, Boyd was the strongest of the betas and took it upon himself to face against the wolf who had ascended from the lower level. ‘The Brute’ easily dodged the younger male’s blows, but Boyd did manage to land a good uppercut before Cora jumped in to help. It was clear that none of them were equally matched in skill or size with any of the alpha pack. Isaac barely reached the merged twins before being swiftly tossed to the side, forcing Scott to get involved only to be thrown into a concrete wall. Derek was still scrapping with 'Toe-nails', and briefly appeared to get the upper hand by twisting her arm and shoving his elbow into her face before the alpha regained the higher ground. There was a resounding snap as ‘The Brute’ broke Cora’s arm, and Scott cried out when the alpha twins clawed across his lower stomach. This was not going well, at all, and through all of the chaos, Deucalion simply stood serenely at the bottom of the damaged escalator.

“We have to do something.” Zaida urged the huntress, mouthing the words instead of speaking, not even daring to barve a whisper of a breath to avoid being heard. In the seconds that it took for Allison to slip her bow off her shoulder and move it into position, ‘The Brute’ got the better of Boyd. He held the beta down as ‘Toe-nails’ delivered a roundhouse kick, her nails leaving deep scratches in the boy’s chest, blood already blooming across his torn shirt as he collapsed to the ground. Cora rushed to help but the female alpha quickly took the young Hale down, stomping on her neck to pin her to the floor. Scott and Isaac were on their knees, both heavily injured by Ethan and Aiden. They had been overcome within minutes.

“Kill him. The others can go.” Deucalion instructed Derek calmly. “You're beaten. Do it, Derek. Take the first step.”

“Are we serious with this kid? Look at him!” ‘Toe-nails scoffed at the Hale. “He's an Alpha? To what? A couple of useless teenagers?”

“Some have more promise than others…” Deucalion hummed, his head tilting towards Scott’s direction, even though he couldn’t see the boy. He must used smell and hearing to identify people, Zaida thought.

“Let him rise to the occasion, then!” The female alpha growled, flashing her sharp teeth as she pressed down further on Cora’s neck, causing the girl to cry out in pain. “What'll it be, Derek? Pack or family?”

Derek looked as if he was actually considering it for a moment, staring regretfully at Boyd as the beta looked up at him with a pleading expression. “It’s now or never.” Zaida’s eyes communicated with Allison as she lifted her palms to the sky, calling upon the moisture in the damp air. The Naiad summoned the residue and moulded it into knives of water that were aimed straight at Deucalion. With the others distracted it would give them the opening they needed to take him out. Wolves could heal pretty damn fast, but if the man’s head was completely severed from his neck, he’d have no chance. With a slight nod of her head, Allison slowly rose to her feet and aimed her arrow, letting it fly straight over Derek’s head to strike the merged form of Ethan and Aiden, causing them to immediately separate as they fell. When they hit the ground they were two again instead of one. Allison didn’t allow them a moment to rest and took advantage of their surprise, loosing flashbang arrows one after the other.

“Your eyes... cover your eyes!” Deucalion warned his pack as they cowered away from the light, clutching their eyes. Zaida took the opportunity to propel her knives forward, the water solidifying into ice as they travelled through the air at an almost impossible speed. What she didn’t expect was for the blind man to lash out with his cane in a blur of movement, smashing the shards to pieces before they could get too close to him. His head whipped around in surprise, appearing to be searching for the source of the attack. He kneeled, hands feeling out until they landed on the ice. While Scott and Derek rejoined the battle below he began climbing the steps of the escalator, headed up to the level Zaida and Allison were perched on.

“Fuck,” Zaida cursed under her breath and scrambled away from the ledge on all fours - out of sight. “Ali, we’ve gotta go!”

Two hands gripped her from her shoulders and hurled her to her feet as her heart lurched in her chest. One of those hands moved to cover her mouth before she could scream. Allison swiftly shifted her aim away from below, locking her sights on the perpetrator with a menacing frown that softened when she saw who it was. Hot breath hit Zaida’s ear as the man whispered, “Get out of here, now!”

Her wide eyes relaxed when she realised she knew his voice and she pulled his hand away from her mouth and turned to glare at him for scaring the ever-loving shit out of her. She almost didn’t recognise Xander in all-black custom clothing with multiple knives and guns tucked into straps and holsters. He drew sleek double pistols with murder in his eyes and nodded for her and Allison to head in the opposite direction as to where he faced, his jaw locking furiously. Zaida moved to go after him but Allison gripped her by the wrist, shaking her head and tugging her away, back to the window they’d entered through. It was too dangerous for them, and they’d be of no further help to anyone if they were dead. They’d done what they’d come here to do. They’d given their allies the upper hand they needed. Zaida knew that, but she didn’t have to like it.

Allison slipped out of the window first, balancing on the wide ledge they’d climbed up to earlier to help Zaida out without falling off the edge, considering it was a struggle to pull her hips through. Now that they were out in the open, past the heavy walls of concrete, they were safer to talk in hushed tones. “We can’t just leave Xander to face Deucalion alone! He felt my ice shards coming - or he heard them, I don’t know - but he stopped them. There’s no way Xander stands a chance.” She protested in a whisper-shout.

“Xander is a hunter. He knows what he’s doing.” Allison assured her, reading the way back down the scaffolding.

“So are you!” Zaida pointed out whilst following the path the girl laid out for her even though the muscles in her arms screamed from supporting her weight as they climbed across the structure of metal poles

“I’m not fully trained! Xander has got years more experience!” She defended the man’s abilities. “I know you’re worried about him, but he’s going to be okay. I couldn’t say the same thing for us if we had stayed.”

“There was something about that man…” Zaida grumbled, recalling the blind alpha’s face and build and how she was so sure she had seen him somewhere before. The way he had felt the ice shards at his feet and looked up as if he knew exactly what they were unnerved her. That look on Xander’s face as he’d drawn his weapons had also left a mark on her memory. There was such hatred in his eyes. Was he truly that mad that she had gone against what he’d said?

“You mean Deucalion?” Allison clarified which man she was talking about, and Zaida froze, her blood running cold as she made a connection she hadn’t before.

“...We need to get back to the apartment.” She muttered with a newfound sense of urgency.

“I was wondering when I’d be seeing you again, though I admit I didn’t expect it to be under such circumstances.” Deucalion drawled dryly, his cane tapping against the hard concrete floor. Xander knew the man could sense he was there, so he didn’t bother trying to hide his position.

“I’m surprised you recognise me.” He ground out through gritted teeth, his anger and hatred pulsating through him in barely controlled waves.

“You’ve grown quite a bit since I last saw you, Alexander. No longer the little boy who would beg me to show you my eyes.” The blind man preyed on the memories Xander had buried a long time ago beneath his grief and anger. “I’m afraid I can’t exactly do that anymore, all things considered.”

“And you’ve not changed at all. You’re still the same power-hungry, murderous prick you always were. I’m just sorry it took me as long as it did to notice.” Xander snarled and raised his guns, pointing them straight at the man as they began to circle each other.

“That’s right, how could I forget? You hate me now.” Deucalion chuckled darkly, the tapping of his cane growing faster. “Last I heard, you were tracking me down in San Francisco. Then you just…stopped. Gave up. Fancy you showing up in Beacon Hills with the Hales. Must be fate! Ironic too, considering that I was the one who introduced your mother to them. Or did she never tell you about that? She was always a secretive woman. She kept that beach house of hers quiet for a while - until I found it. But you know all about that, don’t you, Alexander?”

“When I heard there was an alpha pack in town, I knew it was you. I knew this was my chance to finally finish what I started.” Xander spat his fingers twitching over the triggers.

“By all means! Give it your best shot,” The blind man held out his arms, waiting for the bullets to come flying - welcoming them. Xander let loose, pulling the triggers over and over and over again, shooting wolfsbane bullets into the air, only for Deucalion to twirl that cane expertly, knocking every single one away with superhuman speed and precision. Whatever Xander had been expecting of him, it hadn’t been this. Slipping his empty guns back into their holsters with dread settling into his bones he backed up slowly, preparing himself to run for the escalators.

“Now, why don’t you show me what you can really do!” Deucalion prompted him, approaching with a leisurely stroll and a villainous smirk. “Show me those nymph powers your mother was so famous for.”

A small sense of relief flooded Xander’s system. At least his plan had worked. In revealing himself in Zaida’s stead, Deucalion was none the wiser about his sister. At least one thing had gone right tonight. He’d known of course, that Zaida would go against his wishes and fight for her friends anyway. She was too stubborn and strong-willed not to. Instead, he reached into his pocket and hooked his fingers around a small object. With a flick of his wrist, he’d pulled it out and loosened the pin, tossing it at the blind alpha’s feet and turning to flee. The smoke bomb exploded, engulfing the man in thick air that dulled his senses enough for Xander to get away, sliding down the banister railing of the escalators and landing on the lower level. He immediately spotted Scott, standing and staring over a ledge with frozen grief in his eyes.

“Scott!” He called out to the boy, breaking into a run and grabbing the werewolf, dragging him away from the edge and pulling him towards the exits. The boy was borderline unresponsive, the other beta - Isaac - gripped Scott’s other arm and helped to lead him back outside and away from the alphas.

“I’ve got him,” Xander assured Isaac, supporting Zaida’s injured friend and helping him into the passenger’s side of his state-issued police vehicle. Isaac took the boy’s motorcycle and the other two betas - Boyd and Cora - hurried out of the abandoned mall as well, hopping into the black Camaro. The fight was over, and they’d lost.

“It’s here!” Zaida yelled at Allison, hauling Xander’s box out of his closet and dropping it onto the carpeted floor, kneeling to pull off the lid and riffle through the contents for that stack of photos. She didn’t have to look for long before she found exactly what she’d been searching for. The familiar face was grinning back at her, standing between her mother and father, only here he was over a decade younger and he wasn’t yet blind.

“Oh my God,” Allison’s hand went to her mouth with a gasp. “Deucalion-”

“Duke,” Zaida interjected to correct her. “They knew him as Duke. When I told Xander about the alpha pack…he wasn’t surprised because he’d never heard of them. He was surprised because he knew exactly who they were.”

The leader of the alpha pack had once led her parent’s pack. He was the same man who had killed his own pack members, finally finishing them all off when he took her parents’ lives that fateful summer five years ago. And now because of her, he knew there was another water nymph in Beacon Hills.

#teen wolf #teen wolf fanfic #stiles stilinski #stiles #stiles x oc #teen wolf fanfiction #teenwolf fanfiction #teenwolf #female oc #female original character #allison argent #derek hale #scott mccall #deucalion

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takaraphoenix · 16 days ago

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As a follow up for the NY fanfic ask, would you ever do a genderbent teenwolf fic? Either like alwaysagirl!Stiles and Canon Peter/Chris/Deucalion etc or the other way around or like both girls? Or really any kind of gender variation, like trans or non binary takes on characters; for example trans!Stiles (preferably without overt [or even better without any] transphobia)? Thankyou ❤️ 💙 💜 💖 💗

Okay so, funny thing happened: Usually I am very against genderbending, even more discouraged by live action shows because with cartoons I can apply my imagination to how they'd look genderbent but if there is a Real Actual Person attached to the role, that's... the face I see when I think of the character. And then someone posted images in the TW server I'm in of Dylan O'Brien genderbent and holy fucking hell she is the perfect woman. I have been obsessed with that visual ever since and am tempted to write about girl!Stiles solely based on how hot girl!Dylan looked.

But I fully refuse straightbending queer ships. I'm too old for that, I still remember the Dark Times where genderbending indeed did solely happen for homophobic reasons and authors would even leave shit in their A/Ns on how this ship would be "so good if it wasn't gay". I'm getting war flashbacks from straightbent queer ships.

So I will need someone to supply me with how hot Ian or JR (or both) would look as women and I may be persuaded into giving you some lesbian Steter/Stargent/Stetopher (there is the additional name layer too; Stiles can just be Stiles as a girl, Peter and Petra are so impossibly close and Chris gets to also work as a woman's name. Absolutely loathe when genderbending comes with Weird Fully Unrelated Name).

I doubt trans!Stiles is something that'll ever happen from me. I mostly write to uuuh self-project, which is the sexuality angle (and, with Stiles, the ADHD angle. Which is why I latched onto him so hard this time around, tbh). But these are experiences and feelings that I personally don't relate to, or see myself in, so I'm not really likely of having trans headcanons for my main projecting-onto-character, because it'll leave me writing about something I'm personally wholly out of depth with in a setting that's supposed to be all self-indulgent, you know?

#Stiles Stilinski #Teen Wolf

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daughterofluthien · 2 years ago

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Druidic Philosophy in Teen Wolf

or at least, what we can discern about their philosophy, based on the three (3) druids we see onscreen

Written for @teenwolf-meta‘s Meta Monday Mondays, Week 1: Ties

A druid’s job is the keep the balance—we’re told this in the show. However, what we’re not told is what exactly this means, or how someone is supposed to go about doing it.

Over the course of 3A, we see three different interpretations in the actions of our three Druids: Jennifer Blake, Marin Morrell, and Alan Deaton.

Jennifer Blake

Due to her trauma, and the rage and bitterness she has harbored for over a decade, Jennifer believes strongly in taking direct action. Seven years ago, her balanced world was thrown sharply and violently out of balancing when Kali—at the urging of Deucalion—murdered her entire pack and attempted to murder Jennifer. We meet her when she’s deep within a plan to right that wrong by any means necessary, consequences and collateral damage be damned.

What’s interesting is that—despite the fact that Kali was the one who personally attacked her—she doesn’t initially seem particularly interested in killing her. Instead, she’s focused on destroying Deucalion, who she sees as responsible for everything that’s happened to the packs.

While she’s willing to kill to achieve her goal, in her own way, she’s trying right the wrongs of the past. Or, in other words, she’s trying to reset the balance.

Marin Morell

Of the three druids we see on screen, Marin is most likely to remain neutral—at least from an external perspective. In fact, I think Marin’s concept of keeping the balance is actually what a lot of people in the fandom seem to assume a druidic idea of balance means—making sure actual balance is maintained between two groups that are at odds with each other.

However, while this view is closest to Marin’s perspective than it is to the beliefs of either of the two other druids, I believe this is still an incomplete understanding of her point of view. Rather than coldly upholding the status quo, she is instead interested mainly in mitigating harm. Instead of fighting Deucalion directly, she believes that the best way to do this is to continue to fulfill the other role of a druid: providing counsel to werewolf packs.

By influencing him in this way, Marin works hard to prevent any further atrocities from the inside. When that course of action is no longer possible, she passes information along to someone she believes can take direct action.

Alan Deaton

Fittingly for a veterinarian, Deaton’s understanding of balance is very different than the others, and is rooted in the concepts of harmony and homeostasis.

Homeostasis is defined as “a stable equilibrium between interdependent elements,” and I believe this is what he fights to achieve. Balance that is fundamentally ecological, rather than mechanical. To Deaton, balance doesn’t mean preventing any one side from gaining too much power, but achieving a state where nature is at peace.

This desire, along with his deeply held morals, is why he is willing to take direct action against the various individuals and supernatural entities that threaten the safety of Beacon Hills and the people who live there. His job is to maintain the balance, but if the ecosystem is out of balance, then the first step is to assist in the creation of that balance. Or rather, that peace.

After all, you can’t maintain something that doesn’t currently exist.

#twmetamay #alan deaton #jennifer blake #marin morrell #teen wolf #my meta #yes i know i'm doing the first week's prompt for the last week shhhhh

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scribeoffate · 1 year ago

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✨ Fic Writing Review 2023 ✨

tagged by no one, shamelessly stolen from @thotpuppy

Rules:

Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please don’t eat glass but don’t feel like you have to do this either.

Words and Fics

Works and words: 37 works and 52,107 words

Fandom represented: 1, Teen Wolf though lots of characters and ships

Most Recent Drop: deft touch: a 5+1 scott and deucalion character study about touch and their developing friendship and maybe more

Longest fic: his father's monster: 13, 237 words a Scott and Rafael piece exploring their relationship post-canon

Honorable mention: I did a few months of recs for @dailyscottficrec

Top Fics by Kudos

stiles ties scott to a tree and everyone has a good time (e, sciles) 88 kudos

second nature (the most adorable polypack ft: the nemeton and everyone loving scott so much, e) 49 kudos

Lydia Pov fic on Scott in motel California (gen, heavy themes) 44 kudos

wedge (stiles pov on werewolf bites, very sciles, gen ) 34 kudos

butterfly hearts (liam and mason fic ft mason/corey and liam/hikari, mostly gen) 32 kudos

My fandom fic events in 2023

Completed a NSFW Bingo for scottuary

co-ran @masonhewittappreciation week with @letthestorieslive

participated in meta Mondays for @teenwolf-meta

ran and participated in @teenwolfminibang

participated in @sceosource's sceo weekend

participated in @lydiamartinappreciation week

participated in @scilesweek

participated in @scottappreciation week

participated in @truedemonappreciation week

participated in @scerekappreciation weekend

participated in @whumptober

I missed @kirayukimuraappreciation week and @teenwolfrarepairevents and am still a little sad about it.

Upcoming Events and Projects for 2024

So in January, I am going back to school after ten+ years off. I plan on writing at least one fic for scottuary and helping out if we do a @masonhewittappreciation event. And that's all I want to put on my plate until I see how much of my time schoolwork takes up.

Projects

sekrets for a gift exchange

a handful of truedemon pwp stories I don't think are good enough to post

the hundreds of wips scattered around my computer

Tagging with no pressure: @momentofmemory, @spikeface, @letthestorieslive, @futuretrain, @domesticated-feral, @nacreousgore, @starcrossedlesbians, @azraeldoesnotdispute

And anyone who wants to do it! Please tag me though, because love to see the answers <3

#ask game #teen wolf #scott mccall #truedemon #stiles stilinski #sciles #polyships #lydia martin #scydia #rafael mccall #mason hewitt #liam dunbar #morey #derek hale #scerek #deucalion #hikari #my fic

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christinesficrecs · 2 years ago

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These are lost fic requests from last month. Any and all help would be appreciated. ❤️

Hi I'm looking for a fic where Erica dares Derek to order a cup of coffee as balck as his soul I can't remember anything else just that was a sterek coffee shop fic. I think it was a tumblr fic that's all I can recall. I hope you can help me.

@smowkie found it. Thank you!! Tumblr Ficlet

Hi I was wondering if you know a fanfic where Stiles is hurt badly by Gerald and hides his injuries from the pack. I think he stitches his own wrists and tries to treat the injury’s. The pack find out weeks later and are all upset stiles was hurt and they didn’t know. Thanks

@terrenlurks found this one. Thank you!!!

It's all part of the master plan by Littleredridinghunter | 57.1K | Sterek Version

When Gerard kidnaps Stiles at the lacrosse game, nobody knows he was taken, nodoby knows how bad it was. Stiles swears Erica and Boyd to secrecy.

When the pack finally find out about it they do everything they can to help him heal and protect him from future threats.

Too bad that they don't manage to do that.

- Looking for a Teenwolf/Supernatural/Trueblood crossover where the Winchesters & Castiel join the pack. Dean gets attacked & has to ge bitten by Derek. Dean & Castiel move into the Lift. Sam becomes a Deputy. Derek & Stiles adopt 3 or 4 kids, one of whom is the nephew of Alcide.

- Looking for fics where Stiles is sent to live with his Uncle in England only to have Jacson & Cora join him there to study at Oxford. They get recruited to MI5 OR M16 where his Uncle is the head & eventually join up with Derek & the rest of the pack in Beacon Hills who have joined the FBI? They join forces to protect the innocent

- I'm looking for fics where Stiles runs away to Beacon Hills from 'Deucalion'. He us both a Werewolf and a Werefox and has magic. He & Derek get involved, Derek & Peter take the pack on holiday to either Greece or Egypt, another lesbian couple cause trouble when one claims to be engaged to Derek to hide her relationship from her parents

Hello! I’m not sure if you accept questions about identifying fics but thought I’d give it a shot! I’m looking for a sterek fic where stiles in an omega chosen to be the star of a reality tv show where other alphas have to physically fight to remain in the competition for stiles. Derek is one of the producers/directors and they end up secretly sort of dating while stiles is still in the show. Would really appreciate it if someone could tell me the title of this fic!

@calvinballrules found it. Thank you!!

Helen of Troy by standinginanicedress | 150.2K | Explicit

Stiles can fake laugh, fake smile. He can play coy and he can be demure and barely eat anything in front of them, and he can sit still and do his little song and dance of feigning interest.

But this is a little out of his scope. They want him to fully become someone else. They want him to be who everyone wants him to be, and it scares the shit out of Stiles, because he doesn’t know if he can do it for hours and hours while cameras watch his every single move. It’s a lot. It’s more than he bargained for.

- Hello! I’ve been looking for this fanfiction where Derek and stiles are mates and Derek leaves because he doesn’t want to pressure stiles, but he doesn’t tell stiles they’re mates, so stiles figures it out after researching getting super sick from Derek leaving. Peter is the one to bring Derek back whose also sick and almost dying from being separated from stiles. They only get better once they’re reunited.

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #lost fic #anon

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starbright18 · 3 years ago

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MASTERLIST

FICS:

TEEN WOLF

WILDFLOWERS [S. McCall][1]

STARS [S. MCCALL][2]

EUPHORIA

3:15 [FEZCO][1]

BRB [FEZCO][2]

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mummybear · 5 years ago

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How Things Change - Part 14 - They’re here

Words: 3182

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Alex Savage(OC), Scott McCall, Deucalion, Derek Hale, Alan Deaton, Melissa McCall, Chris Argent, Sheriff Stilinski, Unknown people, Mentions of Peter Hale

Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x (OC) Alex Savage

Warnings: Mentions of attacking, swearing think that’s it

The entire room couldn't help but stare at Stiles, as he stood there rigidly. But from what they could tell Stiles wasn't registering anything that they were saying.

Stiles stood there stock still, the only person or thing he could think of was Alex and how he needed to get back to her, keep her safe and protect her from anything that was going to hurt her. That's if she hadn't already been taken. Because they were coming for her while he was stuck in this room, with people who didn’t understand what was at stake. He didn't care that he was an alpha, or that they were worried, he simply wanted to get out.

Then he finally snapped back to reality when he noticed Scott moving again he flicked his eyes up, meeting Scott's worried gaze.

Nothing was getting in his way of getting to Alex, not even his best friend. "Move, Scott. Or I'll go through you" Stiles growled menacingly, his eyes still glowing a fiery red but there were also unmistakable gold flecks swimming amongst the deep red.

Scott squared his shoulders, his eyes now glowing practically the same colour too, minus the gold flecks that Stiles' eyes still held. He knew Stiles was a danger to everyone right now, including Alex and himself.

"Stiles, just stop. Think for one second" Scott replied keeping his voice low and under control, as he began to advance a little further on his friend.

"I said get back! Alex is in danger I need to go!" Stiles growled shoving his friend hard, so hard that Scott's back collided with the wall behind him. “I don’t have a second” Stiles stated before he was cornered again, he snarled as Deucalion stood in front of the door, blocking the only way out of the room.

“Just wait. Think about this, tell us what has you so worried and wound up. We can help you, protect Alex and keep you all safe Stiles, you know we can. I know it's her that's got you this riled up. So talk” the elder wolf reasoned calmly.

Stiles thought for a moment, in the brief haze of his anger he could feel the thoughts of doubt seeping into his mind. Was he about to do the right thing, or was he putting Alex in more danger going this alone?

Stepping back from the group Stiles stumbled slightly, shoving his shaking hands into his hair, he began tugging harshly at his hair with his hands. His nails digging into his scalp, a loud scream ripping through the room as he fought every instinct in his body and he slowly started to bury the wolf, slowly the red mist began to disappear from his vision.

Deucalion caught Stiles before his knees connected with the hard floor beneath him, and he helped him lean back against the wall instead.

“The wolf is a part of you Stiles, but you have to remember you are the boss. You must keep control of it, no matter how hard it seems at the time. You can’t let it take over, just be mindful that you do not bury it or yourself too deeply. Okay. Now just breathe” Deucalion instructed carefully.

Stiles began to struggle in his grip as if he were internally fighting the wolf, but the elder wolf didn’t budge, he simply closed his eyes, holding Stiles back against the wall and he whispered just three words. “Take control, Stiles”

Suddenly Stiles’ eyes flashed open, unfortunately, they were still glowing red, and his fingers sank in Deucalion’s arms, claws soon following suit. The elder man flinched a little, but he kept his stance, making sure to keep his eyes closed, in an attempt to keep Stiles as calm as possible, while the others looked on nervously.

Then something happened that distracted everyone, Stiles' phone started to ring. Stiles began to blink rapidly, then almost immediately the red began to fade from his eyes, he could feel his heart begin to thud in his chest as he collapsed back against the wall.

His hands began shaking and Deucalion let go of him, watching as the young man before him, Stiles had a terrified look wash over his face, his hands frantically smacking at his pockets. Until finally he found his phone.

Stiles' eyes widened at the name on the screen, he fumbled to swipe his phone to answer the call. Finally managing to do so he pressed it to his ear, "Lexi?" Stiles questioned nervously, his voice breaking at the mention of her name. As the others looked on worriedly, still unsure of what was going on.

"Stiles?" Alex whispered in reply, her voice sounding rough and husky.

"Baby? What's going on? Why are you whispering? Did you get away?" Stiles asked nervously, terrified that he already knew the answer.

There was a quiet shuffling on the other end of the line, Stiles found himself straining to listen. He pulled the device away from his ear and put it on speaker for everyone to hear, his hands just barely able to keep a hold of the phone.

"N-No I didn't. Melissa is with me, we're hiding. Derek and Deaton are distracting them, but I don't know how long they're gonna last out there, it sounds bad, Stiles you need to run. Someone bad is after us I don't know why, but whatever they're planning they need both of us, and we can't let that happen" Alex rushed out in a panic, her voice breaking as she spoke.

"I'm coming, Alex, I promise we won't let anything happen to you. I love you, okay. Stay put I won't be long" Stiles assured her, looking around the room and receiving nods from everyone, and Stiles and Scott shared a look.

"I knew you'd say that, but you can't. I love you so much" she half-laughed before her voice broke again, there was some shuffling then he heard her voice again. "They killed her Stiles, they killed my mum" she sobbed quietly into the phone, the sound almost broke Stiles' heart.

All of a sudden there was a loud terrifying scream and the line went dead.

Everyone in the room was looking at Stiles when he looked up all of them held a look of horror. Especially Scott who held out his hand to Stiles, swallowing hard, as their eyes met neither could hide their worry or tears. "What's the plan?" the sheriff asked placing a hand on both boys shoulders.

"Think they can handle three alphas?" Stiles growled Scott and Deucalion nodded in agreement.

"What about us?" the sheriff questioned in confusion.

"You need to stay here dad, Mr argent can keep you safe in case they come looking for you. I can't have them getting you too, they will use you as leverage" Stiles sighed sadly pulling his dad into a hug, which the older man happily received before his son's words sank in.

"Wait, no. You're not going without me" the sheriff said shocked that his son would even suggest such a thing.

"He's right, sheriff" Chris agreed, he felt bad knowing in this situation nothing would keep him being with Allison if it were her instead.

"No, no way in hell. Over my dead body" the sheriff declared angrily, fixing his son with a look that Stiles was used to after the last few years. Any other day it may have worked but not today.

"Dad! That's exactly what I'm worried about if you come, You're not coming! I can't risk you as well, I can't protect you as well I need to stay focused on getting Alex back. Mr argent can tell you what the hell is going on, while we're gone" Stiles growled, but his voice held no anger. He was scared, terrified at the thought of losing his father. "I'm sorry, we need to go. Just stay here, we'll be back soon" Stiles assured his father sadly, ignoring the tears that slipped down his cheek.

His father swallowed every instinct in his body, looking at his son now he knew he was right, even if he didn't want to admit it. He pulled him into his chest tightly, "You come back to me, you hear. You are the only thing I have left in this world. If you're not back in two hours then I'm coming to find you" the sheriff warned him.

As Scott received a hug and a few words from Chris, Stiles pulled back from his father, with a sad smile and a nod. "Got it" Stiles agreed. Before leaving with Scott and Deucalion.

"Do we run or take a car?" Stiles questioned, as Scott passed him a spare hoodie.

"We run, of course," Deucalion smirked at the boys, before sprinting off ahead of the pair.

Stiles rolled his eyes but the pair of them quickly sped after Deucalion.

"Okay, so since we haven't heard anything else, we go to the clinic first. We just have to hope that they are all still there" Deucalion answered the question that nobody had yet asked.

The closer that they got to the clinic, the more at ease Stiles began to feel. Suddenly however a feeling of dread and terror took over his body, as Alex's feelings began to flood into his mind and body. The intensity of her feelings was so strong, so sudden that Stiles found himself beginning to trip over his feet.

Until he finally lost the battle with his feet and collapsed, landing in a heap on the forest floor just outside their destination.

"Stiles?" Scott asked in a rushed panic, skidding to a stop beside his best friend and helping him back onto his still very shaky legs.

"What is it?" Deucalion questioned, quickly jogging over to the pair sounding just as worried as Scott had just second before him, finding Stiles relying on Scott to keep him standing in that moment.

"Can't you smell that?" Stiles questioned them in shock.

Scott frowned at his best friend in confusion but Deucalion immediately understood what he was getting at, as his legs began to shake slightly. "Fear, how are you even standing?" Deucalion questioned, looking down at Stiles.

"I have to get to her" Stiles uttered simply, the pain and suffering clear in his voice.

As soon as Scott inhaled he knew what they were talking about, "Why is it so much worse for Stiles?" Scott questioned, as they helped Stiles walk to the edge of the woods so that they could finally see the clinic.

"Get down!" Deucalion warned harshly, pushing both boys to the ground into the dirt, right in-between two large bushes, luckily they were just about big enough to conceal all three of them from the view of any passers-by.

All of a sudden the three of them could see people being shoved from the front door. Straining to listen, Stiles immediately locked on to Alex's voice, as if she were the only one there. "Get your hands off of them. You've got me you bunch of psychopaths, now let them go!" she seethed angrily, as she was shoved by the guy walking behind her.

Stiles made a move to go after her and rip the guy's face-off, but Deucalion seemingly read his mind. Placing a hand on his back and shook his head at the young boy before him.

'Not yet' Deucalion mouthed to Stiles, just as Melissa came out behind her and grabbed hold of her tightly. An older man attempted to pull Alex off of Melissa.

Then Alex seemingly snapped, her voice was eerily calm as she spoke, but the venom that laced her words sent a shiver up all three men's spines as they looked on. "If you ever touch her again, we will have a very big problem. She is the only thing stopping me, from ripping your throat out, with my teeth" Alex snarled hatefully.

"Do as she says, just get them in the car. We don't have time for this, so get moving. Now! The boss has waited long enough already" they heard a woman say from inside the car.

Seemingly none of them recognised this woman's voice, as each wolf just looked as confused as the other. It took every ounce of strength Stiles had not to stop Alex from climbing into that car, but he knew Deucalion was right, they needed to wait, follow them and find out where they were going.

Once everyone was inside the car, Scott went to get to his feet, but before he got halfway up Deucalion pulled him back down. "Wait. Alex can probably sense Stiles is close already, we can't risk them sensing something is off with her, we have got to be smart about this, we need to let them head off first. Trust me" the older wolf whispered. Scott sighed, irritation clear in his voice, as he began digging his nails into his palms, he reluctantly nodded in agreement all the same.

"What if we lose them?" Scott questioned after a moments thought.

"We won't. No way that Stiles will lose her scent now. It's been too long they've been apart, now that they're close the pull is stronger now, than its ever been" Deucalion revealed, not surprising either of them.

Stiles frowned at his answer, "Look, I don't disagree. I won't lose her scent, but won't they know that we're following them. Won't three werewolves following their car be just a little obvious" Stiles asked a little sarcastically.

"Just keep quiet and follow me" Deucalion sighed, slipping off into the trees behind them.

"Do we actually need him?" Stiles huffed stopping Scott from following the older wolf for a moment.

"Yeah man, I think we do. He knows more about you and Alex that anyone else. Not only that but we are gonna need help to pull this off, someone who knows what they're doing. Especially if we want to do this, without anyone getting hurt" Scott answered honestly, clapping Stiles on the shoulder with a firm hand, causing him to follow after Scott a little reluctantly.

They quickly met up with Deucalion, "I've just received a message from your dad and Chris at the bunker. A few undesirables are lurking around, luckily they haven't managed to find the way in yet. They're gonna keep us updated, so don't worry" he said focusing mainly on Stiles.

"This night is turning into a complete dis-" Stiles started, but he was cut off mid-sentence, by the rumbling of an engine.

"Okay, let's go," Deucalion said quietly, his red eyes glowing in the dark woods, Scott and Stiles got the hint. Both of their eyes now glowing too, making it so much easier to make out everything around them.

'This ends tonight' Stiles thought to himself as they fought their way through the thick forest, now following Stiles and his 'Alex detector'.

The back of the car

As the car pulled away Alex felt a hand squeeze her hand tightly. "Are you okay?" Alex questioned quickly, turning to face Melissa.

Melissa smiled sadly, "That is typical you sweetheart, always worrying about everyone else," Melissa said truthfully, Alex looking away a little ashamed that she couldn't stop this. "I'm fine, thank's to you. But I'm not the one who was stabbed, how're you feeling?" Melissa questioned moving her spare hand to rest over the wound.

'You're one to talk' Alex thought to herself, with a small inward laugh, "I'll be okay. Still hurts like all hell, but I'm still alive thanks to you, as usual," Alex smiled, squeezing her hand back.

Alex looked around the car for a moment, a frown quickly forming on her face when she realised someone was missing, "Where's my uncle? What have you done with Derek?" Alex asked trying to keep her voice calm and as even as possible.

"Keep quiet" a man in the front seat grumbled.

Alex released Melissa's hand, not wanting to hurt her as she felt the anger inside her building. "I said where the fuck is Derek?! I'm talking to the organ grinder, not the monkey!" Alex spat, catching the woman's eyes in the rearview mirror.

The woman smirked at her, seemingly impressed with Alex's attitude. "He's safe" she answered calmly.

Alex was having none of it however, she raised her eyebrows and shifted in her seat, her gold eyes unmoving from the women. "Did I stutter? We both know I could jump across this seat and kill all of you, so answer my question. Where. Is. Derek?" Alex asked again her tone dangerously calm compared to a moment ago.

The woman in the front chuckled, "I like you" the woman admitted with a smirk, before continuing "Yes, you're right you could kill us. But we both know you won't, otherwise, you would have already. I do respect you, Alexandria, but make no mistake. I am the one in charge right here and right now, one wrong move from you I will put a bullet in your friend's brain" the woman informed her simply, her words and voice made Alex's blood boil with rage, but she was right. Alex would never do anything that would risk Melissa's life.

"That being said, as a sign of good faith your uncle with be returned to you once we arrive" she informed Alex, but something didn't sit right with Alex, why return him at all, why were they even bringing Derek and Melissa, what about Deaton?

"Alive?" Alex questioned skeptically.

"Of course" the woman replied, with a smile which unsettled Alex to her very core.

"What about Deaton? The vet?" Alex questioned, confused to why he hadn't been mentioned.

Alex could have sworn she heard an angry growl come from the front seat, "You have a lot of questions don't you" the woman stated beginning to sound a little irritated, to say the least. "He got away," she said shortly, her tone clipped.

Alex smiled to herself a little, then she remembered her mother and her heart broke all over again. A lone tear rolled down her cheek and she felt a hand on her arm, along with a gentle squeeze. She covered Melissa's hand with her own, the tears beginning to fall more freely but she had to know, whether or not it made her sound weak she didn't care.

"Why? Why did you kill my mother?" Alex questioned threw her tears, her voice coming out a little more croaky than she would have liked it too.

"It was necessary" the woman sighed.

"What the hell does that mean?" Alex exclaimed loudly.

"When you are able to, that may be a question best asked of your father" she replied quickly.

"What the hell? Why would I ask Peter?" Alex questioned paired with the anger she still had for her father she almost shot out of her seat.

"We did it under his instruction, all will be clear very soon. Now enough talking" the woman argued stiffly, pulling down a midsection divide between the back and front of the car.

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its-md · 6 years ago

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#teenwolf #ian bohen #gideon emery #jr bourne #argent #alpha #hale #Peter hale #deucalion #Chris argent

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alcadeiasfeuniverse · 6 years ago

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The True Alpha Come Back (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/nQQX7V8KBX it's been years since the death of Gerard and the Anuk-Ite. the world is in a state of chaos. some supernatural creatures are being hunted down, while other supernatural creatures are hunting the ones like them and helping the hunters. there are only 7 members of Scott's pack alive that are following a new Scott McCall who lost is status as the True Alpha. "desperate times call for desperate measures". the pack tries a last attempt to getting back what they lost and in the process defeat the true enemy.

#allison #chris #cora #deaton #derek #deucalion #isaac #jackson #kira #laura #lydia #malia #melissa #peter #scora #scott #sheriff #stiles #talia #teenwolf #wattys2019 #books #wattpad #amreading

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mysticalbanshee · 7 years ago

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Your teen wolf pack based on your zodiac sign

Do you like this type of preference? Let me know!

Scott: Gemini, Scorpio, Taurus

Derek: Sagittarius, Cancer, Capricorn

Deucalion: Aquarius, Pisces, Virgo

Theo: Libra, Leo, Aries

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nightingaleofthemoonlight · 3 days ago

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Teen Wolf: What IF series ft. Deucalion & Derek (pt. 1)

Stiles: Peter?

Peter: Yes?

Stiles: When did Duke lose his eyes?

Peter: *thinks for awhile*

Peter: Derek was born a year after the incident and Cora followed a few years later...

Stiles: Really?

Peter: Yes. Why do you ask?

Stiles: I don't know. I got a feeling... Was Talia and Duke close to each other?

Peter: They were...

Stiles: hmm...

Peter: Alright sweetheart... What are you thinking about?

Stiles: Well... I heard from Derek that his father wasn't nice to him and he favors Laura and Cora instead. True?

Peter: Yes. Derek was Talia's favorite child. Laura was only an heir for her. Cora... She wasn't exactly paid attention to now that I'm thinking about it.

Stiles: Isn't that... I don't know... Weird for you?

Peter: It is now...

Stiles: I saw Talia's husband... His picture was back at the station when I visited a while ago and let me tell you something... He does not look like Derek at all...

Peter: What are you suggesting?

Stiles: I'm saying that don't you think Derek Hale, is not actually Mr. Hale's biological child?

Peter: Unlikely... Talia would-- she wouldn't --

Stiles: Peter?

Peter: There... There was a night when I came stumbling in the woods, drunk in wolfsbane liquor. I was so drunk but I saw two figures. It was Talia and ... A random scent of a man.

Stiles: A random scent? Or you just haven't met the guy?

Peter: Are you saying that Deucalion, the Demon Wolf is Derek's biological father?

Stiles: Just saying... And it makes sense you know... Derek being born. Finding out he wasn't yours. Demanded another child. Hence, baby Cora.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I saw a post that Deucalion was supposed to be Derek's father but the director scratched that idea. I forgot where I read it tho

#teen wolf #teen wolf hot guys #teenwolf #teen wolf peter hale #peter hale #ian bohen #teenwolf derek hale #teenwolf deucalion #teen wolf deucalion #deucalion #derek hale #teen wolf derek hale #teen wolf stiles #stiles stilinski #mieczyslaw stiles stilinski #dylan o'brien #tyler hoechlin #teen wolf gideon emery #deucalion a father

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“Hasn’t anyone ever told you that it’s not safe to be out alone at this time of night?” Zaida taunted with a satisfied smirk. “There could be dangerous people lurking in the shadows.”

Deucalion chuckled in amusement, his healed eyes landing on her as they finally came face to face for the first time since that night on the hospital roof. “And here I was wondering the same thing about you.”

Zaida didn’t waste any more time on small talk. Instead, she launched forward, flicking her wrists outward and calling upon the water until two sharp ice blades lay clutched in her fists. She sliced at Deucalion, one arm aiming for his head whilst the other tried to take a jab at his stomach. He dodged both attempts with superhuman speed but Zaida didn’t let that slow her down. She came at him again and again, stepping forward with each attack, driving the wolf backwards until he was almost completely flush against the brick wall of the alleyway. Like she had told Stiles weeks ago - she was done running. She was done living in fear. Tonight she would take control - tonight she'd write the end of that ghastly chapter of her life. Tonight was the night that Deucalion would get what was coming to him.

With Deucalion pinned against the wall of brick, Zaid lashed out with a series of slashes. She thought that surely she had him now that he was cornered, but his reflexes were faster, and he still managed to weave away from her blows. Zaida cried out in frustration as her knuckles scraped against the rough surface of the wall, drawing blood with a sharp sting. With a swift turn, she was the one with her back against the wall and he stood in front of her without so much as a hair out of place whilst her chest heaved from exertion. Shifting into a defensive position, she narrowed her eyes at him, waiting for him to make his first move. Only…he never did. He just stood there watching her with a strange expression behind his eyes.

“What are you waiting for?” She egged him on, encouraging him to hurry up and get on with it. The anticipation was eating away at her, piece by piece. However, Deucalion simply stared.

Zaida growled in frustration as she shot towards him once more, only this time her blows landed precisely as she’d wanted them to. Her makeshift blades left deep rakes in the werewolf’s chest and stomach, staining his clothes crimson as the skin beneath healed rapidly. He did not move to defend himself - instead, he closed his eyes as if he were relishing the pain, and it only further sparked Zaida’s ire. What was he playing at?

“What are you doing?” She growled at him, shoving him with a double-handed thrust to his chest. He stumbled backwards a few steps but still did not answer her. Nor did he retaliate. He'd not tried to shift to the offensive even once, and now he was refusing to even defend himself.

Her anger only grew with her confusion and she instinctively reached out with her powers, feeling that buzzing connection as the water bonded to the blood that ran within him called to her like a siren's song. She drew the energy within her, following the flow and grasping at it. Deucalion's eyes widened as his lower limbs collapsed beneath him, forcing him onto his knees before her. He grunted softly, his face twisting into a pained expression that only gave Zaida the satisfaction she had been craving. But she didn’t stop there. Tugging at that flow of energy, power thrummed through her veins. It felt electric - almost euphoric - as she gave in to those primal instincts. She still didn’t cease her onslaught - not even when blood began to seep from Deucalion’s eyes, dripping from his ears. That was new. Yet still, he did not try to resist her.

“Fight back!” She screeched, tightening her hold, and more crimson liquid spilled from Deucalion’s nose, pouring down his face. She hadn’t initially meant to draw on his blood - she hadn’t even known she was capable of such a thing - but now that she had started she didn’t want to stop.

“No,” He gasped weakly. “If you must kill me to feel better then I will let you have your revenge.”

His words cleared the fog that had taken over her mind, the red draining from her vision as she released her hold on him in surprise. The thrumming energy dulled a quiet hum. “What?” Her brows drew together in a confused frown. She had prepared for a dozen other scenarios, but none of them had come close to that.

“You look like her,” Deucalion gazed up at her from the ground, blinking away the blood as it rolled down his cheeks. “Like your mother. I didn’t want to kill her - I didn’t want to harm either of your parents - if you can believe that. I cared about them deeply.”

“You’re lying,” She scoffed, but when she sought out his emotions she felt a wave of intense guilt wash over her. It was almost sickening.

“When I lost my eyesight, one of my betas turned on me. That was the first time that I spilled blood, but it wouldn’t be the last. I spent years getting drunk on the power that killing awarded me. I was consumed by it.” He elaborated, hanging his head low with shame etched into the deep lines of his face. “But still, I had no intention of hurting your parents. I wanted them to join me. Having heard of what I’d become, when I arrived at the beach house, your mother attacked me, and I…I lost control.”

“You actually expect me to fall for that?” Zaida sneered at him, her own fury igniting at the mention of her parents. How dare he even speak of them after what he had done? “I saw what you did to my parents - their bodies were mutilated.”

“I know that I cannot ever atone for my sins,” Deucslion’s tone was full of emotion - a stark contrast to the cold and calculated attitude she’d come to expect of him. “And I’m not asking for your forgiveness. I don’t deserve it. I am truly sorry, for what you were forced to endure at my hand.”

“So what, you want me to believe that you’ve been following me for weeks to…apologise to me?” She rolled her eyes, not buying into what might very well be an act - a ploy to lower her guard. “What is this? Some elaborate hoax into tricking me into joining your pack? Or some half-baked attempt at gaining my trust so you can kill me too and take my power?”

“I have no pack - not anymore. Scott McCall not only restored my eyesight, but his character has reignited the vision of peace I once had. I was a lot like him for a time, and I’d like to be that person again.” Deucalion explained and Zaida could feel the truth behind his words. “I have seen the destruction my actions have brought and I want no further part in it.”

“Why have you been following me?” She questioned, peering at him through untrusting hazel eyes. She couldn't bring herself to believe anything that was coming out of his mouth. A deep urge inside her still begged for blood to be spilled - if not to save herself, to avenge her parents.

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you that it’s not safe to be out alone at this time of night?” He called back to her earlier jab with a slight glint of mirth in his gaze. “I’ve been looking out for you. I owe your parents that much, at the very least.”

“I don’t need your protection, and I don’t want it,” Zaida clenched her jaw, her temper rising. When she looked at the man before her all she felt was hatred, yet she could feel his emotions and she knew he was being genuine. It left her confused and conflicted, forcing her to fight back against the voice inside her that was coaxing her to simply finish the job she had sought out to accomplish.

“I can see that,” He chuckled lightly, something akin to pride shining in his expression as he looked up at her. At the softness in his eyes, she knew she couldn't go through with it. She was a lot of things, but a murderer was not one.

“The next time I see you, I will kill you.” She promised through gritted teeth, hoping it was enough to ward him off as she turned her back on his bloodied form.

“Zaida,” Deucalion called after her and though she did not look back, she did pause to listen. “You hold the same darkness within you that your mother fought so hard to suppress. Don’t allow it to control you…the way I did.”

“I don’t need your warning either,” The brunette shot back stubbornly, leaving him behind in that dark alleyway. She found herself considerably more shaken than when she had started out on her journey that night. However, one thing was for certain - the man that she had faced was not the same man that she had met on that rooftop.

Zaida tried to sleep when she got back to the apartment, but instead, she remained wide awake, tossing and turning uncomfortably. She was unable to get the events of the night out of the forefront of her mind. The sight of Deucalion with blood pouring from almost every orifice, refusing to fight back even though she was well on her way to killing him, sat like a dead weight in her stomach. The guilt that she felt this time was entirely her own - she’d let herself get carried away, overwhelmed by the powerful thrill that her actions had brought. Maybe Deucalion had been right to warn her against her own darkness.

It very quickly became clear that she would not be getting any rest anytime soon, so Zaida swung her legs over the side of her bed, reaching for her joggers and pulling them onto her feet. She needed to clear her head, and it was that which led her out into the dead of night once more, allowing her feet to carry her along the well-trodden path through town and into the Preserve. When she’d started going for jogs months ago, it had been incredibly difficult for her to keep her breathing under control, but now it was almost like second nature. Once she fell into that familiar rhythm of her shoes hitting the ground like a steady drumbeat, everything else fell away.

The path she usually ran looked different now than it did in the daytime, but she didn’t feel as uneasy travelling at night as she would have expected. It had become somewhat normal over these past few weeks, though there was that aching void within her at her loss of the routine she had fallen into with Stiles. He still hadn’t called her about his nightmares since their talk that day - hell, they still hadn't spoken to one another one-on-one since then either. She’d come to miss their private moments, but she couldn’t really complain as she had been the one to ask for space. Still, there was something about being out in the middle of the night that made her feel close to him, and she couldn’t quite place her finger on why. That was, until she heard his voice and saw the flash of light up ahead.

“Is it just me, or are you getting a sense of extreme deja vu?” The boy was asking as he trudged through the woods, intercepting her path. Zaida’s jog slowed to a walk as she followed the noise, breaking through the thick bush to lay her eyes on two familiar figures.

“Wait, someone else is out here.” Scott paused, his head tilting upwards to take a long sniff of the air, likely having heard her footfalls. Whipping around, he locked eyes with the brunette, his eyebrows drawing together in confusion. “Zaida? What are you doing out here?”

“Zaida?” Stiles repeated her name in surprise, whirling to catch sight of her as she approached.

“I could be asking you two the same question?” She arched a brow at them inquisitively.

“We’re looking for a body,” Stiles answered simply.

“A dead body.” Scott clarified, and Zaida knew they were talking about the corpse of Malia Tate.

“Yeah because that worked out so well for you the first time.” She snorted sarcastically, falling into step beside them. “How’d it go with the Sheriff?”

“I couldn’t get a strong enough scent at the house,” Scott admitted, shining the light of his torch to illuminate their way.

“Hence why we’re wandering aimlessly about the woods looking for the wreck,” Stiles added. “Why are you out here?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” She shrugged dismissively, not wanting to get into the ‘Deucalion’ of it all at the moment.

“So you decided to go for a jog by yourself? In the middle of the woods? At night?” The boy shook his head at her in disbelief, unable to help himself when his concern for her spiked. “When Deucalion is still on the loose?”

“I don’t think he’s is going to be bothering us again,” She admitted, surprised at the truth behind her own statement.

“What? Did you see him?” Stiles’ ears perked up in alarm, his head shooting towards her.

“Something like that,” Zaida nodded with pursed lips. “I think Scott’s actually right though - he seemed…different.”

“Yeah, sure,” Stiles muttered sceptically, always the least trusting amongst them all. A brief silence fell over them all before he continued, changing the subject. “You know, if my dad's right, that means there's another werewolf in town that we haven't met yet…”

“I know.” Scott let out a long sigh, indicating that it was something that had already been weighing on his mind.

“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,” Stiles whispered.

“Yeah, me, either. Especially if I can't even control my own transformation anymore.” Scott shook his head, and all three of them jumped when a loud howl broke through the quiet. Stiles jerked, instinctively grabbing onto Scott, causing the boy to drop his phone. The device went tumbling down a short hill, splashing into a puddle.

“Nice one,” Zaida commented, overtaking the two boys to slide down the steep slope, bending over to pick up Scott’s phone.

“Sorry, buddy.” Stiles’ lips pulled into a thin line as he winced. “I hate coyotes so much - they always sound like they're mauling some tiny, helpless little animal.”

“It still works,” Scott commented as Zaida handed the device to him, the screen lighting up.

“Let me see the flashlight.” Stiles held out his hand, and the werewolf handed him the torch, allowing him to shine the light over the silhouette of an upturned, rusted car that had clearly toppled into the ditch. “I think we found it…”

“Uh, why wouldn't they move it? Isn't it evidence?” Scott wondered aloud as he followed the boy’s lead, approaching the wreck.

“Probably too much of a pain in the ass to tow out.” Stiles shrugged, bending over to peer at deep scratches in the aged metal. “Look at this - see those? Animal claws would be closer together, right? A lot closer.”

“Five fingers…” Zaida added, splaying her hand and running it along the marks.

“Then it was a werewolf.” Scott raised a brow at the evidence.

“So, my dad was right…” Stiles whispered grimly.

“What is that?” Scott asked, his eyes landing on an object inside the car. Reaching in, Stiles pulled it out to shine the flashlight onto an old doll.

“Well, that’s creepy as fuck.” Zaida’s body shuddered as a shiver ran up her spine.

“I'm hungry.” The robotic voice of the doll caught them all off guard as it spoke the pre-recorded message. Stiles screamed and dropped the doll to the floor as Zaida clamped her hand over Scott’s arm, her heart thundering in her chest.

“I think I just had a minor heart attack.” Stiles gasped and wiped his hands off on his clothes.

“No kidding,” Zaida nodded in agreeance, taking in a deep breath to soothe her racing pulse.

“Hey, guys...?” Scott pulled their attention away from the children’s toy, staring off into the distance. “Please tell me you see that.”

Following his line of sight, Zaida could only just barely make out the figure of an animal standing and watching them - only its eyes seemed to glow blue. “I see it,” Stiles confirmed.

“Me too,” Zaida swallowed thickly, her voice quieting so as to not disturb the animal. Without wasting another second, Scott went bolting off towards the trees, causing the creature to run.

“Wait, hey, Scott! Scott, wait!” Stiles called out after his best friend, but the werewolf had already disappeared, leaving both of them alone.

“Should we go after him?” Zaida questioned, hugging her arms around herself. It was safe to say that she was thoroughly spooked.

“Nah, he’ll be back,” Stiles shook his head, crouching to pick up that doll, shoving it into his jacket pocket.

“You’re keeping that thing?” Zaida wrinkled her nose at it in disgust. She’d always hated dolls.

“It could be evidence,” He reasoned, but was swiftly interrupted by another loud howl, causing him to jump and grab onto her arm. “Oh my God!”

“There, there,” Zaida smirked in amusement as she patted his shoulder, and he pulled away sheepishly.

“What? They’re freaky,” He defended his actions, shaking off his fear as they waited for Scott to reappear. Scanning the treeline with the beam of the flashlight, they found they couldn’t see any sign of the alpha.

“Maybe now we should go after him? What if he’s in trouble?” Zaida expressed her concerns in a quiet voice, shifting from one foot to the other to expel her nervous energy.

“Yeah,” Stiles relented with a stern nod. “Yeah, okay.”

Leaving the wreck behind, the two of them ventured further out into the woods - far off the path that Zaida usually took. The tension between them hung in a dense cloud, and Zaida contemplated whether or not she should say something for several minutes before actually breaking the silence. “So…how’ve you been?” She asked as she climbed over lifted roots, gripping onto tree trunks for support.

“Really?” He raised a brow sceptically at her attempt at small talk, shooting her a curious look over his shoulder.

“Okay, you’re right. That’s probably not a great question to ask, I know things are pretty shit right now. It’s just, I feel like we haven’t really properly talked since…well, since the other day.” She mumbled awkwardly, unsure of how to approach the subject.

“Which day was that?” Stiles asked, unable to hold back his mischievous smirk.

“Oh come on, Stiles, you know what I’m talking about.” Zaida rolled her eyes, already knowing exactly where this joke was going.

“No, no, just remind me - refresh my memory. Was it the day the cafeteria was serving tacos? Or the day that Greenberg almost made Coach cry?” The boy started prattling on about insignificant recent events and Zaida glowered at him as she swung to lightly slap the back of his neck admonishingly. “Ah, okay yup, it was the day you confessed your undying love for me.”

“Think again, Stilinski, I’m pretty sure that went the other way around.” She scoffed, although her cheeks flushed red.

“Okay fine, it was the day that I finally grew the balls to tell the amazing girl that I care about exactly how I feel about her. How’s that?” He dropped the charade and his lips pulled into a genuine smile that made Zaida’s heart warm.

“Better,” Zaida relented with an approving nod. She couldn’t argue against that one.

“Well, I’m not avoiding you, if that’s what you’re asking.” He finally circled back to her original statement - after he’d teased a shy grin forth from her lips. “I just wanted to give you some space and some time to figure things out, you know? And with everything else going on…”

“I just don’t want you to think that you can’t still lean on me when you need it,” Zaida explained the concerns that had been playing on her mind. “I don‘t want things to become awkward between us or anything. We were pretty freaking great friends before all of this developed, and I don’t want us to ever lose that.”

“Yeah, I get what you’re saying,” He nodded along in enthusiastic agreement, grunting slightly as he pulled himself up a steep incline. “I don’t want that to change either.”

Zaida parted her lips to respond, but instead what came out was a sharp and sudden shriek as the foliage beneath her shoes gave way, causing her ankle to crumple and sending her sliding down a ditch.

“Zaida!” Stiles yelled after her, but the sound was muted by the crunching of leaves and snapping of twigs as she rolled onto hard ground.

“I’m okay!” She called back. Laying on her back, Zaida found herself staring up at a rock ceiling.

“Wait a minute, I think you found something,” Stiles commented as he slid into the small cave, reaching out to offer her his hand. She gripped it and allowed him to pull her into a seated position, shifting her legs under her to crouch in the shallow space. They were in a small and mostly hidden alcove of rock, the floor lined with torn and worn-out fabrics almost like a makeshift mattress. “It's a coyote den.”

“Werecoyote.” Scott corrected, his voice echoing into the space from the entrance. “It’s Malia,”

Both Stiles and Zaida looked at him in confusion. “The coyote…is Malia?” Stiles stared at his best friend blankly. “The little girl whose body went missing eight years ago ?”

“Well, we did see its eyes glow blue,” Zaida tilted her head as she dusted off her clothes, not seeing it as such a far-fetched theory. “It could be her.”

“Yeah, but that means that…” Stiles trailed off, connecting the dots. “She killed her own family and has been living in the woods since it happened.”

“Maybe she didn’t kill them on purpose - maybe she lost control,” Scott suggested, eyeing the nest before them.

“You see this?” Stiles shuffled forward, still crouching, to point out a blue puffer jacket amongst the mess of fabrics and toys. “This is Malia's. Remember? It's the same one she was wearing in the photo.”

“So it is Malia,” Zaida shook her head in disbelief. Werewolves, everyone had heard of, but werecoyotes? That seemed a bit out there even for her.

“...We shouldn't be in here.” Scott realised, moving further into the cave and kneeling by Stiles’ side.

“What do you mean?” Stiles questioned with a confused frown.

“She's not going to come back now. We just invaded her home - our scent's going to be everywhere.” The werewolf elaborated.

“He’s right. When coyotes smell that other animals have invaded their den, they temporarily abandon it - depending on the threat level of the animal.” Zaida added, recalling the fact from an animal book she’d read as a child during her zookeeper phase.

“But she’s not a coyote, right? She’s a girl,” Stiles corrected them both.

“A girl who has been living as a coyote for eight years - that’s almost half of her life. After that long in animal form, how human do you really think she’ll be?” The brunette wondered aloud. If the coyote with the glowing eyes that they had seen was really Malia, then somehow she’d managed to shift not just into a half form as most shapeshifters did, but completely into an animal. The only other instance of such a thing that they had heard of thus far was Talia Hale. And Laura. And Peter. Maybe it was a genetic thing? Some families had it and others didn’t…

“If she's not going to come back here, where's she going to go?” Stiles highlighted Malia’s probable lack of options. Beacon Hills wasn’t known for having any elaborate cave systems.

“I don't know…” Scott admitted with a half-shrug, holding his hand out for the torch.

“Can you track her now? You think you got her scent?” Stiles asked and handed the flashlight over to his best friend.

“Maybe...But I'm better at this when I'm a full wolf…” The alpha slowly looked over the items once more with the light. “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 bitterly and a chill ran down Zaida’s spine once more, her painting flashing in her mind’s eye.

“One more so than the rest,” She commented, and both boys glanced at her inquisitively, waiting for her to continue with an explanation. “It was something that I painted without realising it - three doors in a garden wall. Two were ajar, but the centre one was almost wide open with something waiting on the other side. At the time I thought it was just a painting, but now…I think it might be a warning.”

“That’s new,” Stiles cocked a brow at the foreign ability and Zaida grimaced.

“Tell me about it,” She sighed tiredly, crossing her arms over her chest. “So what’s our next move? How do we go about saving a girl who's been a coyote for almost a decade?”

“That sounds like a question for people who know a lot more about this stuff than we do.” He pursed his lips with a dark gaze behind his honey eyes.

“The Argents?” Scott suggested hopefully.

“They’ve got enough going on as it is,” Zaida shook her head. “Plus, this seems more like Hale territory.”

“That’s if we can get hold of them. No one’s heard from Derek - or even Peter - since they left to take Cora back to her old pack.” Stiles pointed out.

“If I can't get through to Derek, we're gonna have to find someone else to help.” The werewolf’s brows drew together as he considered their options. “This is basically a crime scene, right? I think it might be a little out of my boss' league…”

“...And more in my dad's.” Stiles finished his best friend’s sentence.

“Stiles, we’ve gotta talk to your dad.” Zaida looked at the boy. They indeed had a supernatural mystery on their hands.

“Why is it that you three are always finding yourselves in messes?” Xander narrowed his eyes disapprovingly as Zaida as he walked past them, on his way to examine the coyote den himself.

“Believe me, professor, I’ve been asking myself the same question for six years,” Zaida snickered at her own joke, quoting one of her favourite movie series of all time. Her brother just shook his head at her in disappointment before he moved on. She knew that later they’d undoubtedly be having a conversation about why she was out in the woods in the middle of the night.

“You're sure it was her?” Noah Stilinski asked them, approaching from where he’d just pulled himself out of the cave after investigating.

“I looked her right in the eyes, and they glowed, just like mine.” Scott nodded in confirmation.

“All of us saw it, they glowed bright blue, just like Derek and Peter’s.” Zaida backed the werewolf up, the red and blue flashing lights of the police cars around them illuminating their determined faces.

“It makes sense, Dad.” Stiles tried to convince his father.

“But it wasn't a girl - it was a four-legged coyote, right?” The man clarified, still attempting to wrap his head around the situation. Admittedly, it was a lot to grasp - especially for someone as new to the supernatural as the Sheriff.

“Well, okay…” Stiles searched his mind for an answer but came up empty-handed. “But yeah, see, that's the point that we don't exactly have figured out yet.”

“Okay, but if it was a full moon, and she did change while her mom was driving, then anything could have happened-” Scott jumped to the next part of the explanation, which was unravelling the mystery of the crime.

“-Horrible things could have happened! Ripping, shredding, tearing things-” Stiles interrupted, but Zaida quickly cut him off with a warning glare.

“-Which is probably what caused the accident!” Scott finished for his best friend.

“Think about it Dad, all right? They're driving. Malia starts to change. She goes out of control, the mom crashes, and everybody dies-” Stiles began to set the scene with a dramatic re-enactment.

“-Except for Malia,” Scott interjected briefly.

“She blames herself, all right?” Stiles nodded fervently. “Goes off running into the woods, and eventually...becomes trapped inside the body of a coyote.”

“That makes sense…” Noah indeed slowly, transitioning into a harsh whisper. “In a Chinese folktale!”

“We know this sounds a little far-fetched,” Zaida grimaced, but the man held his hand up to stop her.

“Honey, this isn’t just far-fetched. This is-this is insane.” He corrected, checking over his shoulder to make sure none of the other officers swarming the scene could overhear them. “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.”

The man’s gaze scanned across all three of them, landing on Scott, who seemed in somewhat of a daze. “Scott?” The Sheriff tried to recapture the werewolf’s attention. “Scott!”

“Sorry…” The boy tuned back in distractedly. “What did you say?”

“Ahh, Sheriff?” Zaida chewed lightly on her bottom lip in apprehension as she recognised one of two figures approaching the crime scene. “I think it might be a little late for that.”

Turning to look at where Zaida was pointing, Noah groaned when he caught sight of Raphael McCall leading Mr Tate towards them from the cave. “Aw, hell…” He cursed and nodded to the two men by way of greeting. “Mr Tate.”

“Mr. Tate?” Agent McCall checked in with the emotional middle-aged man beside him - Malia’s father - as he clutched a rolled-up article of pink clothing that had been retrieved from the den.

“It's hers…” The man confirmed with a weak voice, his pitch wavering slightly.

“All right, wait here.” Raphael moved to leave but Scott stepped forward to intervene.

“Dad-” He attempted to talk to his father but was quickly cut off with a steely glower.

“I'll talk to you in a minute.” The agent interrupted. “I wouldn't mind hearing how your mom's okay with you running around in the woods this late.”

“Like you have any right to play parent when you were missing for half his life,” Zaida shot back at the man, growing moderately defensive. He had no right to judge Melissa when she was the parent who had stayed and was objectively a great mother.

“It seems to me that you wouldn’t know much about parenting, Miss Callis. Living with an irresponsible sibling who disappears and allows you to do whatever you want can hardly compare.” Raphael narrowed his dark eyes at her, and though her blood thrummed in her ears at his insult she held his stare challengingly. Stiles slipped his hand into hers, squeezing supportively and pulling her backwards slightly so he could step forward. Sheriff Stilinski quickly intervened before his son could bite back, calling Raphael over and away from them and Mr Tate.

“Can you listen?” Zaida asked Scott, wanting to hear what was clearly a terse exchange of words. The werewolf shook his head, still unable to control his powers. However, it was easy enough to hazard a guess at the general gist of the conversation. Agent McCall was swooping in on the case, and Sheriff Stilinski was fuming.

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