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Chapter 2- Finding Layla

Stiles' POV

"Stiles, you were the last known person who last saw Layla. What do you remember?" my dad asks me. Her parents had called early this morning, apparently she hadn't come home Friday night.

"We hung out for the party for a little bit. We were talking, and then she said she wasn't feeling well." I reply.

"So, you let her go home alone?"

"No. She ran off before I got the chance to. I assumed she went home."

"Well, she didn't. Are you sure that's everything?"

"Dad, I wouldn't keep anything from you. She's my friend. I want to find her. If anything happened to her, I-I don't know what I'd do."

"We will find her, Stiles, but you need to let us handle it. Let us do our job while you do your job and go to school."

"How can I possibly go to school while she's missing?! Let me help."

"No, Stiles! I'm not letting a sixteen-year-old help in a police investigation!"

"Please, dad. If something happens to her it's my fault. I can't let anything happen to her."

"I'm sorry, Stiles, but the answer is no."

Scott's POV

"Are you sure we should be doing this?" I ask Stiles as we trek through the woods. "And why are we walking through the woods?"

"Her house is located along the edge of the woods. She knows many shortcuts through the woods. She might have just gotten lost." Stiles replies.

"What about your dad?"

"I don't care. I need to find her."

"And how do you expect us to do that?"

"Well, I was thinking maybe you could catch her scent and track her down all wolf-style."

"Yeah, because if the cops see me with fangs and claws that will be so easy to explain. Not to mention I'm still learning how to control my abilities and there are people like Allison's dad hunting me."

"Alright, alright. I guess we'll just to find her the old-fashioned way."

"And how are we supposed to do that?"

"I don't know."

"Good to know."

"What are you two doing here?" Sheriff Stilinski's voice asks. We turn around to face him.

"Hey, dad." Stiles says.

"What the hell are you doing? I told you to go to school."

"Technically, classes don't start for another sixty-three minutes."

"Technically, you shouldn't be here. Get your asses to lacrosse practice, or do you need a police escort?"

"I think I get the message."

"Good."

Stiles' POV

Going to lacrosse practice didn't feel right. Doing anything besides looking for Ari didn't feel right. I need to make sure that she's safe, that she's okay, but I was stuck with a psycho coach and an egotistical team captain instead.

I was watching Scott from the line of lacrosse players as he encountered Jackson during the one-on-one. Jackson had body checked Scott, who was now lying on the grass field.

"You sure you want to be first line, McCall?" I hear Jackson ask smugly. Coach walks over to Scott and says something to him, but I'm too far to hear exactly what, but what I do know is Scott's eyes are glowing. This can't end well. Coach blows his whistle, and Scott and Jackson go at it again, only this time it's Jackson who goes down. Hard.

I look over at Scott, and through his lacrosse helmet, I can see his eyes glowing brighter than before. I run up to Scott while everyone else is surrounding Jackson.

"Scott? Scott, you okay?" I ask him.

"I can't control it, Stiles. It's happening." Scott replies

"What? Right here? Now? Come on, get up." I help Scott to his feet. "Come on. Come on." I drag him to the locker room where we could be alone so Scott would be able to shift without anyone noticing. "Scott, are you okay?" I ask once we are safely in the locker room.

"Get away from me!" Scott growls. I look at him to see, in addition to his glowing gold eyes, his fangs are bared and his claws are out.

"It's okay, Scott." I try to take a step towards him, but before I can Scott lets out a loud growl that tells me to run. Scott instantly takes off after me. Eventually, after chasing me for a while, he corners me and brings up his claws as if he's going to slash my throat, but at the last minute, he retracts his claws and shifts into a human.

"Stiles, what happened?" Scott asks.

"You tried to kill me." I reply. "It's like I told you before. It's the anger. It's your pulse rising. It's a trigger."

"But that's lacrosse. It's a pretty violent game, if you hadn't noticed."

"Well, it's gonna be a lot more violent game if you end up killing someone on the field. You can't play Saturday. You're gonna have to get out of the game."

"But I'm first line."

"Not anymore."

Third Person's POV

Stiles came home later that night to find his dad sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in his hand and a longing stare at his walkie-talkie, as if he was waiting for something. Waiting for someone to contact him.

"Have you heard anything about Layla?" Stiles asks immediately, not even bothering to say hi to his dad.

"Nothing yet, but I have deputies out searching for her." Sheriff Stilinski replies. "I came home to try to figure out the Laura Hale case, but I really can't focus on it right now. I'm worried about her too." Stiles just looks at him blankly. "Stiles, what is it?"

"I just can't sit back while she's out there. There's got to be someplace out there that you didn't check. There must be something we're missing."

"Stiles, I know that you want her found, but we're handling it."

"Handling it?! She's been missing since Friday night. That's almost three days!"

"I'm aware!" Sheriff Stilinski stares at Stiles for a moment before something dawns on him. "Stiles, how well does Layla know these woods?"

"Pretty well. She said that she could never forget these woods. She spent most of her life in them." Realizations dawns on Stiles' face. "Dad, where have you been searching for her?"

"Mostly near her house and where we found the first half of the body."

"That's what we're missing!" Stiles frantically searches for his cell phone and begins texting Scott to come meet him at the woods closest to where the party was Friday night.

Stiles' POV

"You really think this is how we can find her?" Scott asks Stiles, staring at a footprint in the dirt. "This could be anyone's."

"We have to try." Stiles insists.

"What if the person who killed Derek's sister is in here?"

"Use your wolf-like powers to defend yourself."

"Alright, let's find her. How do I do that?"

"Follow her scent." Derek's voice says. We look up to see him staring at us.

"Gah! You have got to stop doing that!" I exclaim.

"Scott, trust your instincts. Your senses are enhanced which should make it possible to find her."

"How do you know about this?" Scott asks.

"You think I like having the police poking around the woods? This is my place, and I'd much rather keep it at just that."

"How am I supposed to find her? She's been gone for days."

"Focus on her. You've been around her, so you know the scent. Find her scent."

"I think I've got it."

"Now find her."

Scott's POV

Me and Stiles walk through the woods as I continue to follow her scent which is getting stronger and stronger with each step I take. We must be getting closer.

"The scent's strong. We're getting close." I tell Stiles.

"I hope so."

"I'm not going to let you down, Stiles. I'm going to find her."

"I just hope we're not too late." I hear something rustle in the bushes.

"What the hell was that?"

"I don't know." Suddenly, someone stumbles out from the bushes and falls to the ground, barely moving. Her hair is a knotted mess with twigs and leaves stuck in it with so much dirt and filth covering her hair that I am unable to tell what color hair she has. I spot dried blood on her body in multiple places that keys me in on a vague idea of what happened to her. When she finally looks up, I spot her forest green eyes, and instantly I know who it is.

"Ari?" Stiles asks. She just nods as Stiles rushes over to embrace her.

"You saved me." Her shaky breath says.

Stiles' POV

"You did good, Stiles." My dad says to me as I watch a deputy talk to Ari at the hospital. I look through the glass window and smile when she looks over at me.

"I just had to find her." I reply, my gaze not drifting from Ari.

"Well, you did. You saved her."

"I just wish I could've protected her from whoever did this to her."

"The important thing is that she's safe. She could've been much worse, but thanks to you and Scott she's fine, from the looks of it a little shaken, but fine."

"Who do you think did think did that to her?"

"I don't know, but when I do, I can assure you I'll personally lock this guy up and throw away the key. This guy will not hurt anyone else."

Layla's POV

"Layla, can I ask you a few questions?" Sheriff Stilinski asks. I stare nervously at Stiles as I keep thinking about the events that happened over the past three days.

"Sure." I reply.

"Who did this to you?"

"I-I don't remember."

"What do you remember?"

"I just remember leaving the party, and the next thing I knew, I was running through the woods where Scott and Stiles found me."

"You were gone for three days."

"That's what I heard, but I don't remember most of it."

"You sure you're not trying to forget something? I know it might be scary to think back to what happened, but it's important to know if we're going to catch this guy." I don't respond. "Layla, you're safe now. No one can hurt you." My mind flashes to the duo of men punching me trying to get out what I knew about the thing that bit me; what I knew about the alpha.

"They hurt me." I whisper. "I didn't think I'd ever escape."

"How did you?"

"He came."

"Who came? Who helped you escape?"

"He came. He saved me. He kept them from killing me." I start panting as I think back to the moment when I howled and the Alpha came. How he killed those two men to protect me.

"It's okay, it's okay."

"John, I think she's had enough for one night." A nurse says.

"You're right, Melissa. I just want to help her."

"Right now I think what's best for her is to get some rest. She's been through a lot in the past 72 hours. Once her brain can identify that there's no threat, she'll be able to tell you exactly what happened without hyperventilating."

"Get some sleep, Layla." Sheriff Stilinski tells me. He and Melissa leave the room and talk outside. I know if I tune my senses, I could hear them, but frankly I was too weak to focus.

Stiles' POV

I start to walk towards the door to eavesdrop on what my dad and Melissa are saying, but as I'm passing Ari, she grabs my arm. I look at her with a surprised look on my face.

"Don't leave me, Stiles." she says.

"I won't if you don't want me to." I reply. "Are you okay?"

"If being totally scared out of my frikkin mind counts as okay, then yeah. Completely okay."

"I've never known you to be scared of anything."

"I thought they were going to kill me. They looked like they were going to kill me."

"Who? Who wanted to kill you?"

"They did. They had a look of destruction in their eyes. They've killed before, I could sense it. And they would've done it again. That's why he stopped them."

"What do you mean."

"The one that saved my life; he ended theirs." And with that Ari passed out on the bed. I couldn't blame her, she looked exhausted and it was evident that she has it rough while she had been taken. Someone wanted to hurt her, to kill her, but why? How could anyone want to do this to Ari? She's a pretty likeable person, and she's never screwed anyone over.

"Stiles, it's time to go." My dad says, popping back into the room. I just stared at Ari, her words finally starting to sink in. Whoever did this to her was dead. "What is it? Did she say something to you?"

"She said that the person who saved her life killed the people who were trying to kill her." I tell him.

"No wonder she's so shaken."

"Will she be okay?"

"I hope so, but for the time being, you should get your ass in bed. It is a school night."

"I can't. I told her I wouldn't leave her."

"There's a deputy outside the door, she'll be fine."

"She told me she was scared, terrified even."

"I don't remember her ever being like that."

"Exactly. The deputy doesn't know her, I do. If she starts freaking out, I'm the only one who can calm her down."

"Alright. But this is only because I know you really care for her."

Layla's POV

I wake up screaming with Stiles above me. He grasps my hand, trying to calm me down, but that didn't keep me from panting heavily.

"Hey, hey. It's okay, Ari. You're okay." Stiles says in a calming manner. "No one's going to hurt you. You're safe here with me. I won't let anyone get to you."

"Promise?" I ask.

"Promise." When I look into his eyes, I just know he isn't lying. I believe every word he's saying. "Ari, can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"What were you dreaming about?"

"Them. The people who hurt me."

"What about them?"

"The night I was taken, they electrocuted me."

"They what?"

"Can we not talk about this?"

"Is there something you want to talk about?"

"Anything else. Just say something that doesn't have to do with my kidnapping."

"I care about you, Ari. A lot. I realized in these past few days when the thought of something horrible happening to you, I don't know what I'd do with myself. I know we've been apart for a long time, but seeing you again last week brought out some feelings for you that I didn't know I even had."

"What are you saying, Stiles."

"I know this might not be the best timing and all, but I like you. A lot."

"So do I." Stiles is taken aback. "Why do think I came back to Beacon Hills? I came back for you." We look at each other for a moment before Stiles held my face in his hands and pulled me closer. The two of then locked lips and started to make up, occasionally gasping for a breath of air.

"Stiles, I—" Sheriff Stilinski's voice starts to say. Me and Stiles break apart upon hearing him. "Well, I think you've helped enough here, Stiles. How about you go somewhere else while I have a little chat with Layla."

"Um, sure." Stiles says before running out into the hall.

Scott's POV

"You really think I can control shifting on the lacrosse field?" I ask Stiles.

"You made first line, it would be a shame if you didn't get to play. Besides, showing up Jackson would really get under his skin and would impress Allison." I reply.

"But how are you sure I won't shift?"

"Oh, you're definitely going to shift, but you're starting to control it better. When we were looking for Ari in the middle of the night a few days ago with a killer on the loose and the possible threat of the people who took Ari, you were completely calm."

"Is this supposed to be helpful?"

"Play, Scott. You can do it."

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