Disclaimer: I do not own MTV's Teen Wolf or any plot lines associated with it. I only own my original character, Olivia Benson, and her plot lines.

Lately, things in Beacon Hills have been different. I grew up here with my three best friends, Lydia, Scott, and Stiles. Our sophomore year, Scott was bitten by a werewolf and became one himself. It completely turned everything upside down for all of us, but we adjusted to it. Ever since then, crazy things have happened. Mythical creatures like the Kanima and the Darach have blessed us with their presence, and a bite from a werewolf activated Lydia's banshee abilities. Most recently, Scott, Allison, and Stiles had sacrificed themselves to find their parents, and now had a metaphorical darkness around their heart. They were all experiencing hallucinations, nightmares, and just overall disturbing experiences.

We all sat down at a lunch table to discuss what was going on and how we could relieve the problems Stiles, Scott, and Allison were having.

"Okay, so what happens to a person who has a near-death experience and comes out of it seeing things?" Scott questioned, looking at the rest of us for input.

"And is unable to tell what's real or not?" Stiles added. I let out a sigh, making eye contact with him for a second after he spoke. I have had a crush on him since fifth grade, but I've never told anybody. He's been in love with Lydia since third grade, and it's always gonna be Lydia.

"And is being haunted by demonic visions of dead relatives?" Allison put her two cents in, causing Lydia to shift her position on the bench. I cracked my knuckles, then fooled around with the cover of my binder.

"They're all locked up because their insane." Isaac said, bluntly, causing Stiles to scoff.

"Can you at least try to be helpful, please?" He retorted, giving Isaac a glare. Isaac went on to make a comment about being locked in a freezer for most of his childhood, to which Stiles shut down.

I turned to the left to see a small girl with black hair approaching the table, books in hand.

"Hi. Hi, sorry. I couldn't help overhearing what you guys were talking about. And I think I actually might know what you're talking about. There's a Tibetan word for it. It's called "Bardo". It literally means "in between state". The state between life and death." She informed, quietly. I nodded followed by an "ahh".

"And what do they call you?" Lydia said, with a slight amount of sass. The girlopened her mouth to speak, but Scott interrupted her.

"Kira. She's in our history class."

Kira smiled at him, then looked down at her feet shyly.

"Bardo? Do you mean Tibetan Buddhism or Indian?" I asked, adjusting my purse strap.

"Either, I guess. But all the stuff you guys were saying? All that happens in Bardo. There are different progressive states where you can have hallucinations. Some you see, some you hear. And you can be visited by peaceful or wrathful deities." Kira continued, earning an understanding look from Lydia. She's pretty damn smart. Where does one even learn this stuff?

"Wrathful deities? What are those?" Isaac inquired. Scott had a big smile, looking at Kira.

"Like demons." Kira replied blatantly.

"Oh demons, why not?" Stiles said sarcastically, like always.

"Hold on, if there are different progressive states, then what's the last one?" I questioned curiously.

"Death. You die." Everyone at the table's face dropped, and I rubbed my lips together nervously.

•••••

Stiles, Scott, and I were all sitting on Stiles bed studying for an upcoming history test.

"So, how are you guys feeling?" I asked the two boys in front of me, who both looked up from their books.

"I'm okay today. Scott?" Stiles said, earning a nod in agreement from him. Just then, Stiles father walked in the room.

"Dad, what's up?" Stiles said, standing up from the bed.

"I could use some help. Actually, your help." The sheriff replied, turning his attention to Scott.

"Why me?" Scott inquired, getting up and standing by Stiles. I remained on the bed, listening intently.

"Because eight years ago, almost an entire family died in a car accident. One of the bodies, a young girl named Malia, was never found. There's enough evidence to have me thinking that a werewolf could have caused the accident, and then dragged her body away. If you could somehow get a lock on her scent and help me find her body, it might provide the missing clue." The sheriff answered, using his hands while talking.

"And what if it was a werewolf?" I questioned from my position on the bed, dropping my pencil onto the soft comforter.

"Well then there's somebody out there who murdered an entire family. Someone who still needs to be caught."

A few hours later we found ourselves in the backyard of the house Malia's dad lives in, letting Stile's dad distract him so Scott could catch Malia's scent in her bedroom. It would be difficult since so much time has pasted, but hopefully he could do it.

Scott slowly opened the backdoor to the house, and we all sneaked in. This was so illegal. We made our way to the bedroom, and Scott picked up some stuffed animals. He took in the scent on them, and got a confused look on his face.

"All I'm getting is some animal smell." He whispered, setting the plush toy down. I let out a deep breath.

"What kind of animal?" I asked, shifting my weight onto my other foot. A large dog turned the corner and entered the room, growling at us.

"Dog." Scott mumbled, stepping away from the animal. I rolled my eyes. Great. Stiles and I got behind Scott, and my hands grabbed onto the back of Stiles shirt.

Scott tried to calm the dog, talking to it in a sweet tone. He didn't succeed, as the dog snarled at us.

"Get rid of it. Glow your eyes, do something, be the Alpha." Stiles proposed, talking to Scott.

"I can't. I don't have control over dogs." Scott replied, a slight amount of irritation in his voice.

The dog began barking, alerting anybody in the home of our presence.

"Apollo! Shut up! Shut the hell up!" Mr. Tate yelled from the other room, causing the dog to stop I let out a sigh of relief.

After ten more minutes of searching for a scent, we left empty handed. What a waste of time.

•••••

Later that night, Stiles called me and Scott to tell us he was picking us up. He wanted to go searching for the body ourselves. He has some crazy ideas.

"You know, if my dads right, that means there's another werewolf in town that we haven't met yet." Stiles pointed out as we walked through the woods, flashlights in hand.

"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." He added, causing me to laugh. Scott chuckled, as we approached the scene of the crash. The car was still there, completely destroyed.

"Why wouldn't they move it? Isn't it evidence?" I asked, touching the hood (more like lack of hood) of the car.

"Probably too much of a pain in the ass to tow out. Look at this. See those? Wouldn't animal claws be a lot closer together?" Stiles questioned, guiding his hands along a scratch mark on one of the doors.

"Then it was a werewolf." Scott concluded, eyeing the marks.

"So, your dad was right Stiles." I told him, with a worried look on my face.

"What the hell is that?" Scott looked down on the ground that was covered in leaves to see a baby doll.

The doll apparently spoke because an electronic voice rang out saying "I'm hungry". Stiles let out a small scream, jumping and fumbling back in shock.

"I think I just had a minor heart attack." He joked, resulting in Scott and I shaking our heads.

A growl rang out, and Scott took off after it. I hesitated, but I eventually ran after him.

"Olivia, wait!" Stiles yelled out as I bolted away, following Scott.

When I finally reached him, he had come to a stop and was on all fours in front of what looked like a coyote. I gasped and took a step back, letting him handle it.

"Malia?" He asked softly, as the animals eyes glowed a bright blue.