Second episode of season 3B. Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC. WARNING: Lots of Swearing
I placed the close sign on my store, "Laura's" with my periwinkle blue nails as I decide to take a walk into the woods to clear my head. It was one of the things that I missed about Beacon Hills that they didn't have in NYC, the fresh air and the woods. Just as it starts getting dark out, I turn around to go back to my new swanky apartment to relax in my bathtub with a book. I look around at the trees trying to figure out where the hell I actually am when I admit that I'm lost. Then, I spot Stiles and Scott running around like total twits, and then slam into each other. I creep behind them as they inch towards this coyote den. They might just lead me back to the roads soon.
And I hear, "It's a coyote den. Werecoyote." Well, shit. Who killed the Tates? Because I'm gonna rip them apart. Figuratively of course, I stopped doing that a long time ago.
Stiles holds up something like a jacket from what I can see from my point outside of the cave. "You see this? This is Malia's. Remember, it's the same one she was wearing in the photo." So what, the werecoyote loves its victims' clothes.
Then Scott looked around nervously, "We shouldn't be in here." Why are you guys here anyways? I questioned in my mind. But then, I think that this is Stiles and Scott. Enough said.
"What do you mean?" Stiles questioned Scott.
"She's not going to come back just invaded her scent's going to be everywhere."
"If she's not going to come back here, where's she going to go?"
"I don't know."
"Can you track her now? You think you got her scent?" Why would Scott have a lock on Malia's scent? Why are they trying to find Malia?
"I'm better at this when I'm a full wolf. I'm still worried that if I do it, I won't be able to turn back." Oh no. Oh shit! What the hell has been going on in Beacon Hills while I have been gone?! I start grabbing my hair furiously because of the fact that Stiles and Scott were dragged into this. I am such an awful aunt!
The boys, unaware of my mental freak out, are still conversing, "If I can't get to Derek, we're gonna have to find someone else to help. This is basically a crime scene, right? I think it might be a little out of my boss's league." Wait, Derek is not in Beacon Hills? Seriously, is any of my intel right?! Great, now I have to make a call.
"And more in my dad's." And Stilinski knows about werewolves and shit like that? What is happening to Beacon Hills? The boys come up from the cave and I quickly hide behind a tree. The rough bark digs into my thinly clothed back as I try to steady my breathing. Now, I am so glad that I decided that heels were a bad idea for work. Yay, one win in this crazy mixed up place! Scott looks at the tree I'm hiding behind looking suspicious, and I breathe out of nose nice and slowly to make him think that I'm an animal or something. Finally, he walks away.
I'm still hiding behind the tree as the police come crawling all over the scene. I'm shivering from the cold, and my feet and back hurt from standing for so long. Now I am totally regretting taking a walk. Time to slink away, hopefully. I see the roads that the police parked on from their flashing lights. I start walking on the side of the road so, if Stilinski or Stiles comes driving up this road, I can hide. Once I finally reach Main Street, I rush into my large upscale apartment on Main Street and flop on my bed, totally and utterly exhausted, and way too tired. So I just make that important phone call to my favorite mercenary instead of reading and taking a bath.
Meanwhile... in the Calavera's hide out.
"You're the one who saved Isaac." Derek said as Braeden started undoing his wrists from the cuffs in the torture room.
"I'm the one who was hired to save Isaac." Braeden replies as she finishes undoing the cuffs. She starts walking away until she hears Peter's annoying voice.
"Someone hired you to get us out of here?" Peter curiously asked as he strained against his restraints.
"Someone hired me to get Derek out, I'm totally fine leaving for dead. Actually, the person that hired me wants you dead, but only paid for the rescue mission of Derek so..." Braeden pretends to cut off her head to illustrate Peter's soon to be death.
"When did I get this reputation?" Peter says as he looks at Derek who just shrugs.
"Who hired you?" Derek asked.
"Deucalion." Both Derek and Peter heard the slight uptick to her heart, but chose to ignore their savior's lies in favor of being saved. Derek then started working on Peter's cuffs.
"Deucalion? The guy who did that to you?" Peter gestured to Braeden scars on her face and neck.
"Girl's gotta eat. All right, let's get the hell out of here." Braeden obviously done with the chit chat started walking towards the beaded doorway.
"We're not leaving without it." Derek stands tall and says. Peter though crawls on his knees to retrieve his finger and tries and fails to reattach to his hand.
"Without what?" Braeden questions as she again stops for the Hales. Why can't they just get a move on already?
I walk into the Beacon Hills Preserve for a hopefully nice walk again after work to see Scott roaring at this coyote that turns into this really dirty girl that must be Malia. And Scott's eyes are glowing red. Well shit and double shit. Scott's an Alpha, and Peter's daughter is back. Great, now I have to protect a girl from her own father. I walk out of the woods thinking that it just keeps giving me new information that I hate. I really shouldn't be surprised after all, Laura died in the Beacon Hills Preserve.