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Before you read, please remember that this follows the episode only with an added character and an added scene here in the beginning. So yes, this is filled with spoilers. Read at your own risk.
Tattoo
John is exhausted.
He had finally got switched to the day schedule for a couple of days so that he was able to be home at night and make sure his kids got up in time for school. Which is why the night before school was set to start, he is walking in through the front door and wanting to eat whatever health monstrosity Stiles has left for him before heading up to bed.
Instead of finding his home empty, he finds Avery settled at the dining room table in her pajamas, hair held back in a loose ponytail, a book in one hand, and a fork in the other as she pokes and prods at a salad in front of her.
"Ahem." John clears his throat, gaining Avery's attention.
"O-oh, hey, Dad."
"Hey, kiddo." John leans against the wall with a grin. "I figured the house would be empty for a few more hours. Why aren't you with your brother?"
Avery chuckles before setting her book down. "Because Scott wanted one last hurrah! before we start school tomorrow." She grins as she spears a cherry tomato on her fork and pops it in her mouth. "I heard something about getting a tattoo and I do not want to be getting a lecture from Melissa about not letting her son doing stupid things without adult supervision."
"Smart girl." John huffs a laugh.
"Damn right. And plus, I needed time to choose my outfit for tomorrow. I'm riding with Stiles for the first day so can I lock up my baby in the garage later tonight since no-one will be here tomorrow?"
"Sure thing." John nods as he makes his way towards the kitchen. "By the way, what did Stiles leave me to eat? Please tell me it's not leafy and green like that rabbit's food you're eating?"
"Hey! I'll have you'll know that there is some grilled pieces of chicken in here." John only grunts in response as he scours the inside of the fridge. "And I'll also have you know that the salad I'm eating was your dinner but it looked good so I ate it."
"I don't know whether to be happy that I don't have to eat it now or saddened that I now have nothing to eat."
"No need to worry, Sheriff." Avery replies as she gets up and practically skips over to the microwave. Clicking open the door, she pulls out a brown paper bag and tosses it at John. "Your favorite child may or may have not drove into town and picked up a burger with the works with some french fries." John groans in delight as he eagerly opens up the bag and takes a big whiff of the greasy goodness. "But if Stiles asks, you ate the salad and I ate the fast food."
"Deal." He mumbles around a mouth full of french fries.
Avery laughs at him, taking the bag from his hands and shooing him back into the dining room. She takes out his burger and fries, unwrapping the burger and dumping the fries onto a plate before serving up a glass of Cola. When Avery makes her way back to the dining room, John has already taken off his belt and holster with all its accessories, and even slipped out of his outer uniform. The way he is hungrily eyeing the plate of food in her hand has her suddenly laughing.
"Now while I do believe in a healthy diet, I also believe in cheating once or twice a week."
"I like your way of thinking, kid." He agrees easily before digging in.
Avery lets John eat his dinner in peace and eats more of her salad before talking to John about something that had been on her mind since she started calling him Dad. Throughout all her years of living, Avery has gone through a total of three different last names. Robertson, Thompson, and Reynolds. But now, she's hoping that the fourth last name would be her final last name; Stilinski.
"So, I kind of wanna run something by you." Avery says when John finishes off his soda.
"I should've known." John sighs. "That burger was to butter me up, wasn't it?"
"No.. no." She laughs. "I, uh, I wanted to talk to you about my last name."
"Oh."
"Yeah." And now it's Avery's turn to sigh. "The thing is," She says as she averts her gaze, afraid of his answer. "-is that I'm part of this family but I don't exactly feel like part of this family."
"I don't understand." John leans forward in his seat. "Stiles and I have done everything to make you feel welcomed. Are we doing something wrong?"
Avery shakes her head. "It's just.. you two are Stilinski's and I'm a Reynolds." John watches as she sighs sadly before a grin slowly etches it's way on her face. "But," She slides a manila folder towards him that John hadn't realized was sitting on the table the entire time. "-I can become a Stilinski within the next five minutes if you sign these papers."
John gapes. "What?" His gaze slides down to the folder where he quickly opens it up, flicking through a bunch of legal looking papers.
"I told you that you didn't have to worry about Elijah or Nik." Avery's lips twitch in amusement. "When I told them I wanted to meet you and Stiles, they figured I'd fall in love with my family and had these papers written up. The papers already have their signatures since they were my last legal guardians and my signature as well. All we need is yours to be legally assigned as my guardian and father, and I can become a Stilinski."
"Are you sure you want this?" John looks baffled at his daughter's decision to change her name already.
"Positive." Avery beams as she holds out a pen that John has no idea where it came from. "Sign away, Dad."
John signs the papers with a grin, happily taking the papers with him as he stands. "Congratulations, kiddo. You're an official Stilinski."
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
Avery is up and wide awake with Stiles in his room, standing over his shoulder as he researches about vehicle accidents.
When he had gotten home last night, he told her how Scott chickened out of getting the tattoo seeing as he couldn't tell her Scott's werewolf abilities healed it, and then went into a dramatic retelling of a deer going crazy and jumping through Lydia's windshield. Lydia and Allison had been fine but they were spooked at the sudden impact.
When she had woken up earlier that morning, she had heard him clicking away on his laptop when she got finished with her shower, leaving him to his own devices until she got dressed for school. She had her outfit laid out on her bed and easily wiggled into black skinny jeans, a black spaghetti strap tank top, and threw on a vintage butterfly print kimono jacket over said tank top. She parted her hair down the middle, blow-drying her waves semi-straight, and added a bit of black eye shadow to her eyes and nude lip gloss to her lips. As she slid a titanium circle pendant over her head, she slid her feet into her favorite gray Christian Louboutin leather peep toe ankle boots.
After checking herself out in the mirror that hung on the back of her door, she had then made her way to Stiles' room where he was already dressed in an olive green tee, a green and white plaid throw-over, dark khaki pants, and his favorite pair of Adidas.
John walks into the room decked out in his Sheriff uniform when he hears Stiles' furious typing.
"Do you know how many vehicle collisions last year involved deer? Two hundred and forty seven thousand."
"Oh god, please go to school." John groans.
Avery laughs as she moves to sit on the edge of her brother's bed, not making make a comment. "But that's crossing the road. This one last night came right down the middle." Stiles continues on as if their Dad hadn't said anything.
"I'm not gonna beg 'ya." John sighs as he scratches the back of his head.
"Yeah you could but I'm impervious to your influence anyway."
"You consider a bride?" John tries.
"Couldn't meet my price."
"Extortion?"
Stiles shrugs. "You got nothing on me."
"Of course." John sighs as Avery snorts in amusement. Her dad and brother were really something else. "Help me out here, kid?" He gestures to the back of Stiles' desk chair before he starts to pull Stiles and the chair backward. Avery laughs and quickly helps her Dad out.
"Dad?" Stiles squeaks. "What are you doing?" He tries to type faster the further his body gets away from his desk. "Avery?! Traitor! W-what are you doing? What are you- arghh." He groans and falls out of his chair.
John laughs as Stiles stares up at them with a mock glare. "You're both evil. Both of you!" He moves to sit up when his eyes land on his sister's ridiculously tall heels. "And I hope you trip in those every class you walk in."
"Please." Avery snorts. "I can run miles in these and manage to look flawless. Now up you get. We don't wanna be late." Stiles would have mumbled and grumbled at his sister but the moment she turns in her heels, she trips over her own foot and Stiles forgets what he was annoyed about in the first place.
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"Okay!" Stiles grins as he parks his Jeep in the student parking lot. "We're both sixteen so I feel that we shouldn't treat each other like this is the first grade and have to hold hands everywhere."
"Agreed." Avery chuckles. She and Stiles were making their way up to the school, a backpack slung over Stiles' shoulder while Avery just had a spiral notebook and pen. "You go make bad decisions with Scott and I'll go get my schedule from the front office and make sure they change my last name for future purposes. We'll see each other if we have any classes together."
"Sounds good. See ya, sis."
"See ya, bro."
Avery and Stiles high-five each other before parting ways- Stiles off in search of Scott and Avery walking confidently with her head held high towards the front office. The receptionist was an elderly lady with graying hair and vintage rectangular frames perched on her nose. She finds Avery her schedule and locker with her locker combination when politely asked, and Avery even gets the receptionist to change her last name to Stilinski as she's treated to the woman's ramblings about how sweet the Sheriff is.
As Avery listens to the woman ramble, she sees a staff member walk out of the back office with a sword in his hand and dumbfounded expression etched onto his face when people ask him about the weapon. She takes a moment to laugh at the bizarre school she's now attending before politely stopping the receptionist from rambling and expressing her need to get to class on time. And before she could leave, the receptionist hands her a slip of paper that needs every teacher's signature seeing as she was new and to ensure that the teacher gave her the mandatory textbook.
Walking aimlessly down the hallway in search of her locker, Avery isn't paying much attention to where she's walking when she bumps both her shoulders as if she just walked between two people. Having a momentary flashback to the night Isaac bumped into her, she feels herself grinning before she looks up only to be met with two identical glares.
She cringes under their harsh stares, taking a moment to eye the identical twins up and down and noticing they were both in jeans, leather jackets, motorcycle gloves, and each of them were holding a helmet. "Sorry," She mumbles and returns their glare when all they did was huff and walk away. "Rude much?" She then grumbles at their backs and prepares herself for the day.
By the time sixth period rolls around, Avery is relieved to find Stiles and Scott already sitting in desks even though she had lunch with them. She races to claim the free seat in front of her brother and sighs happily as she turns to face them.
"How's your first day?" Scott chuckles since they forgot to ask her at lunch.
"Good." She tells him. "Finstock's a trip, Morrell is a babe, and Harris is a dick."
"Any drama yet?" Stiles teases.
"Eh, not really." Avery shrugs. "I've been getting looks all morning, though. Jealous, judgmental, and appreciative. From both genders." She says, obviously proud. "But there was that incident this morning with the identical twin brothers." She scowls. "I ran into them, apologized, but they were still kind of dickish about it."
Avery is too caught up in her talk with Stiles and Scott that she doesn't see when Lydia enters the room but she does see when the red-head takes a seat to Stiles' left. Smiling at the red-head, they greet each other before she sees Lydia look over her head with an apologetic look. Turning around, Avery is met with a smiling brunette with curled waves hanging to her shoulders, a jean shirt buttoned over a brown dress with white polka dots, and brown boots that stopped at mid-calf.
Gaze sliding over to a fidgeting Scott, she catches his eye and mouths "Allison?" to which Scott nods his confirmation.
Before Avery can introduce herself, her phone vibrates in her pocket at the same time numerous text tone alerts go off around her. Looking around at everyone's confused expression and wondering what the hell is going on, she looks down at her screen.
"The offing was barred-" A feminine voice reads out what's on her screen and when she looks up, Avery sees a young woman- makeup flawlessly done, and heels clicking against the tiled floor. "-by a black bank of clouds and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness." She says as she puts down her own phone. "This is the last line to the first book we're going to read."
"Spoiler alert." Avery sings beneath her breath causing a few chuckles from the people surrounding her.
"It is also," The teacher smiles directly at her. Apparently she hadn't said it low enough. "-the last text you will receive in this class. Phones off, everyone."
Avery groans along with a few people but like the rebellious kid she is, she just blacks out her screen and shoves her phone back in her pocket on vibrate. It's not like many people had her number anyway so she wouldn't be getting any texts or phone calls. And if she did, well then they were important and she'd run out of class if the occasion called for it.
Once everything is squared away and Ms. Blake, the teacher who had finally introduced herself after her awesome entrance, gives out the day's assignment- Avery makes her way up to the front to get her slip signed and get her textbook for the school year.
A good handful of minutes later, Avery is in the midst of their writing assignment when the classroom door creaks open and the Principal walks in. He whispers something to Ms. Blake before taking his leave and then Ms. Blake calls Scott up to the front before walking him outside. Avery can't help but snicker to herself and wonder what Scott must have done so early in the school year to already be singled out.
Ms. Blake then reenters without Scott and sits back down at her desk. Right when Avery is about to dive back into her work, she hears her brother call out to Lydia. She tries to hear their conversation without being obvious about it but all she gets is something about a bite, a dog, and a designer handbag. Not thinking much about it, Avery tunes them out and continues on with her work.
WHACK!
Avery jumps in her seat, as does almost everyone else in the classroom, and looks towards the window where the sound came from and where the window closest to Lydia had a splatter of blood on the outside pane. Lydia shares a frightened look with Avery before turning to look at Stiles. Avery watches on in confusion as Ms. Blake makes her way towards the windows and peers outside.
Seconds later, the sound of birds cawing echo throughout the class and Ms. Blake stares confusedly out at her students. Everyone soon catches on, all of them now looking out towards the windows where they see a swarm of black specks flying towards the school. A crow suddenly slams into the window in front of Ms. Blake, cracking it in the process and causes the teacher to jump back in fright. More crows slam into the rest of the windows, each window cracking more and more until the windows finally give way. As the birds swarm inside the classroom, Avery scrambles out of her seat and ducks beneath her desk.
"Get down! Everyone!" Ms. Blake yells at them as the crows start to attack the students.
Some students who weren't smart enough to duck and cover are being pecked by the vicious birds, screams echoing around the classroom. Avery watches on- terrified- and sees as Stiles pushes around desks to get to Lydia and cover her up.
"Get down! Get down! Get down!" Ms. Blake continues to scream as she tries protecting a few students all on her own.
A bird finds Avery, pecking at her exposed arms before she slaps it away. She sees birds attacking her brother but he easily swats them away and seconds later, it's all over. Some birds just drop while a couple escape through the windows.
Avery slowly stands, watching as feathers and papers litter the classroom floor. Her heart is racing and her mind is reeling. This bird attack was not normal. As she takes in everyone's frightened demeanor, she quickly digs out her phone from her pocket but before she can even shoot off a text, Stiles is by her side.
"You're bleeding." He frowns. "Here, let me-"
"I'm fine." Avery pulls her arm away from his inspection. "It's just a scratch. Don't worry about me, just get the paramedics here or something. Others are injured worse."
Stiles holds up his hands in surrender, taking a step back as Avery's hands tremble. "Dad's on his way. He just texted me asking if we were okay. I said yes but I'm not so sure any-"
"I'm fine." Avery repeats with a sigh, steeling herself. She's dealt with far worse so why was she freaking out now? "That was just very.. unexpected." She huffs a laugh though it comes off far more sarcastic than she meant it to be.
Stiles backs off after that though he doesn't take his eye off of Avery as she sits atop a desk one away from him and busies herself with her phone. By the time the paramedics and her Dad get there, Avery is back to herself and Stiles lets it slide. Especially when he hears her hide a snort when he plucks a feather out of their teacher's hair.
She hears Allison speaking with, who she assumes is Allison's dad, and watches as her own Dad intervenes asking for any insight. There was talk about animal behavior and talk of experienced hunters. Mr. Argent spares a glance at Stiles before looking at his daughter and Avery doesn't miss the way they communicate with their eyes.
Something was definitely up.
When Stiles glares and makes a face at the back of their Dad's head, Avery grabs him by the ear and drags him aside. "What the hell is going on?!" She mutters hotly.
"I- I don't know.. what are you talking about?" He stammers.
"You know damn well what I'm talking about." Avery scoffs. "You and the Argents know something but you're keeping quiet. Why is that?"
"There's nothing-"
"Don't lie to me." Avery crosses her arms, glaring at him.
Stiles looks around to make sure no-one is looking at them and when they aren't, he sighs. "Look, we're taking care of it, okay? There's no need to worry."
Avery's features soften at his answer. "What's going on, Stiles?"
"I don't know." He mumbles. "But when we figure it out, we'll stop it. I-It's hard to explain."
"Will you at least try?" Avery pleads.
"You'll freak out." Stiles caves, trying one last attempt to throw off his sister. "You won't believe me and then you'll get angry at me because you'll think I'm trying to throw you off."
"No I won't."
"Just like you didn't freak out with the birds moments ago?" He challenges.
"That's.. that was different." Avery frowns. Deciding to put herself out there, she speaks softly in hopes of no-one else hearing and hoping her gut instinct isn't wrong. "I-.. I thought I finally got away from all of this." She tells him. "But from the looks of it, it either followed me or Beacon Hills was already all sorts of crazy."
When she finally looks up at her brother, Stiles is gaping at her. "Y-you know?! About the super-"
"Supernatural?" Avery feebly grins. "Yeah, I know. Have known since I was fourteen."
"B-but how?"
Avery shakes her head then. "That's a story for another time when there isn't a crowd of kids and police officers hanging around."
Stiles blinks rapidly before looking around them and registering their surroundings. "Right." He sighs before grabbing her by the wrist and leading her out the classroom door undetected. Avery thought he was going to ask for her story but is surprised when he pulls out his phone and immediately calls Scott.
"We got a serious problem at school." He immediately shoots off. "Ms. Blake's class.." From the scowl on his face, Avery guesses that Scott cut him off. "..uh, well, nope. Pretty sure this qualifies for immediate discussion." His eyes dart to her, holding her gaze before darting away. "Derek's house? What.. what the hell are you doing- UGH! He hung up on me."
Avery bites her bottom lip to keep from laughing at him. "So, Derek's house, huh? We skipping on the first day already?"
"Yep." Stiles glances up and down the empty hallways. "Besides, it's only one class. Now hurry up before Dad realizes we're missing."
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The moment Stiles parks and glances over at his sister, he finds her frowning. When asked what was wrong, Avery whines about falling through rotted flooring and tells Stiles that he owes her a pair of new shoes if she ruined hers here. By the time they make it to the porch, Scott is swinging the front door open.
"Avery?! What are you- what is she doing here?" He directs the question to Stiles with wide-eyes.
"Relax." Stiles waves him off. "She's known about the supernatural since fourteen. She'll keep quiet."
Scott relaxes some but he still didn't seem relaxed enough. "So she knows about werewolves?"
"Oohh, who's the werewolf?" Avery's eyes lit up.
"Scott."
"I thought you said she knew?!" Scott accuses Stiles when he sees Avery glancing curiously at him.
"Cool." Avery smirks. "So what is it we're doing at Derek's house? And who is Derek? We're not going to get arrested for trespassing are we? Because I seriously doubt the watery eyes and the trembling bottom lip can get me out of that."
"I knew it! Evil." Stiles hisses at her before laughing. "Nah, I'm pretty sure the alpha's inside. Let's get introductions over with."
Scott hangs his head, knowing full well that Derek heard them talking. He leads the way inside towards a room in the back, and sure enough, Derek is glaring at all of them when they enter. "Who are you and what are you doing in my territory?" He says as soon as he and Avery lock gazes.
"Avery Stilinski." She honestly answers and smirks when he sees his eyes subtly widen. "Long lost twin of Stiles. Who are you and how did my brother get involved with a wolf pack?"
"You talk as if you're brother isn't a werewolf. How are you so sure he isn't part of this pack?"
Avery snorts at that. "Look at him." She shrugs. "No offense." She adds when Stiles squawks. "There's no way he's a wolf and that accident prone."
Scott nervously chuckles as he takes a seat in a beaten up lawn chair and Derek's lip twitch in amusement before he schools his features to be threatening again. "So you know about the supernatural. How do I know you won't go blabbing our secrets? We're no-one to you."
"Stiles is loyal to the both of you and I'm loyal to my twin. Trust me, you have nothing to worry about with me."
Derek hears what she is saying but he has his hearing trained on her heartbeat. It didn't skip one beat.
With a quick nod of his head, Stiles sighs a breath of relief. "Okay, so the birds-"
"Can be discussed later." Derek cuts him off. "Right now, Scott called in his favor to show him how to make his tattoo permanent."
"You got a tattoo?!" Avery suddenly whirls on Scott. "But Stiles said you chickened out."
"I didn't chicken out." Scott scowls. "I healed. But Derek is a werewolf and he has a tattoo so he's going to show me how to make it that the tattoo shows."
"Oh. Right. Carry on." Avery smiles as she walks to stand behind Scott, Stiles following behind her as Derek takes a seat on a crate in front of Scott.
Scott strips out of his outer shirt, leaving him in a gray muscle t-shirt and props up his arm. After gesturing to the area on his arm where the tattoo is supposed to be, Derek nods. He blinks once and when he opens his eyes, his eyes are red.
Avery stumbles back, her racing heart catching the two werewolves' attention.
"Avery? What's-"
"What is he?" Avery cuts off Scott, pointing at Derek.
The three guys all share confused looks, Derek's eyes still red as he follows Avery's every move. "He's a werewolf." Stiles reaches out to steady her. "We just got done talking about it."
"No.. no." She takes another step back. "I- I'm friends with wolves. I've fought with wolves. He is no wolf." She points at Derek.
"Yes, I am." Derek grunts, letting more of his wolf features bleed to the surface.
Avery's eyes go wide, mouth dropping open as she watches Derek transform halfway. Derek stands and tenses when he sees that Avery seems to be remembering something as she stares at nothing in particular, her eyes darting back and forth. In the following moment, Avery hardens herself and brings herself to stand tall. Lips thinned in a tight line, she reaches for her phone only to have it snatched out of her hand by a growling Derek.
"I thought you said we could trust you!" He says around a mouthful of sharp teeth.
"You can." Avery grits out. "I need to make a call, though. Put it on speaker if you don't trust me. Press and hold two, and let me talk. Not one of you is to say a word."
Derek holds Avery's gaze, Scott and Stiles watching on as the alpha did as he was told after a few tense seconds. He speed-dialed number two like Avery said until the screen says calling Elijah before quickly switching it over to speaker-phone. He holds the phone out in front of him, letting Avery scoot closer but keeps the phone with him, ready to end the call should she scream bloody murder.
The phone rings three times before a heavily British accented voice answers. "Shouldn't you be in class, darling?"
"Why didn't you tell me?" Avery seethes.
Elijah definitely picks up on her tone. "I'm not sure what you're talking about. Be specific, Avery. We taught you better than that."
"There are two different breeds of werewolves, Elijah. Why am I only finding this out now?"
Apparently there being two different breeds is news to the Beacon Hills gang as well if their wide eyes and gaping mouths are anything to go by. After a beat of silence, Elijah finally speaks. "Because the Lycans you are talking about usually stay either on the West Coast or up North. Living in New Orleans, you didn't need to worry about that."
Avery wanted to face-palm. "And where did I move to, ol' wise one?"
"To California."
"That resides on.." Avery sighs.
"..the West Coast." Elijah realizes. "Princess, I am so sorry. Do you need someone to go and pick you up?"
"No." Avery mumbles as the fight drains from her. "My brother's mixed in with all this. Looks like I didn't get to have that normal life after all."
There is another beat of silence before Elijah's voice comes back on. "What do you need?"
"All the information on Lycans emailed to me. No questions asked about any weapons or materials that get charged to your account, and for Nik to not know that I am in league with this life again. I don't need him ripping out any hearts or playing soccer with anyone's head."
"Very well. Keep me updated."
"Will do. Goodbye, Elijah."
"Goodbye, Avery."
Derek ends the call with a blank expression but as soon as she has her phone back in her possession, Stiles explodes. "What the hell was that all about?!"
"Later." Avery tells him. "I'll explain everything later. Right now, we're here for Scott and his tattoo."
Stiles pants heavily, ready to not drop the topic of discussion but Derek apparently is. "Tonight, you tell us everything."
"Everything." Avery agrees. "But it might have to wait until tomorrow after school. I'm pretty sure Dad's going to keep an eye on us tonight after what happened today."
Derek narrows his gaze on her before nodding. "Fine."
That was that and the moment Derek starts talking about tattoos again and the overwhelming pain it was going to cause, Avery couldn't help but snicker at Stiles' discomfort. She also couldn't hold back the laugh when a blow torch was presented and Stiles tried to make a clean getaway.
She ended up having to help Stiles hold down Scott while Derek burned Scott's flesh away so that the tattoo would be visible. After the agonizing minutes of Scott growling and snarling in pain, all went quiet when he eventually blacked out.
When Scott finally wakes up, he's like a kid in a candy store when he realizes the two black bands on his arm are visible. "It worked."
"Well, that's pretty damn permanent now." Stiles says as Scott stands and they start to walk out of the room. Avery follows behind them as Derek busies himself with something else.
"Yeah." Scott sighs. "Kind of needed something permanent. Everything's that's happened to us, everything just changes so fast. Everything's so, uh, ephemeral."
Avery listens to him talking, wondering just what the hell it was they've been through as Stiles nods along and makes a face at Scott. "Studying for the PSATs?"
"Yep."
"Nice."
Avery snorts at them in amusement, shaking her head at them as she watches her step. Scott opens the front door, ready to walk out when something catches his attention. He stares at the door, eyes darting all over it as Stiles and Avery watch him. "You painted the door. Why'd you paint the door?"
Everyone turns to Derek who is staring at them and that is the first time Avery sees a body laying on a table covered by a sheet. Before she could ask what was going on, Derek cuts her off. "Go home, Scott."
The trio ignore Derek, all three of them looking back towards the door as Scott runs his fingers over the red paint. "And why only one side?" He flicks his hand out and Avery is surprised to see a set of claws click out.
Scott runs one claw down the door, peeling away the paint and Derek shuffles forward. "Scott!"
Scott ignores him yet again, Avery's eyes widening when Scott claws furiously at the door until a symbol painted in black appears beneath the red that almost looks like a warning.
"The birds at school a-and the deer last night. Just like the night I got trampled by the deer when I got bit by the alpha." Scott realizes. "How many are there?" Scott asks Derek- Stiles and Avery giving the alpha their attention.
"A pack of them." He admits. "An alpha pack."
"All of them?" Stiles asks. "How does that even work?"
"I hear there's some kind of a leader. He's called Deucalion. We know they have Boyd and Erica. Peter, Isaac," He glances to the room where the body is and Avery realizes that the body is that of the guy she bumped into. Whether he was dead or alive, she doesn't know. "-and I have been looking for them for the last four months."
"So you find them." Scott nods and takes a step forward. "How do you deal with an alpha pack?"
"With all the help I can get." Derek honestly replies. Stiles and Scott share a look as if saying they're in when Derek looks to Avery.
Before Avery can pledge her help, because there's no way she was letting Stiles in without stepping up herself, a tired voice has them turning to it's source. "Where is she?" Isaac is sitting up, bare-chested and sheet pooling at his waist. "Where's the girl?"
"What girl?" Derek demands.
Everyone tenses as Isaac stares at them, his eyes darting all over the place. Realizing that something seriously wrong was going on, Avery groans. "Fuck my life, dude."
Wow. One episode plus some fit into one chapter :) I'll try my best to keep each episode in one chapter. And now I'm going to go sleep and hide because I'm scared of everyone's reaction on how I write an episode into a chapter. I'm sorry if it sucks!
Next, we'll get an explanation out of Avery on her knowledge about the supernatural before we move on to "Chaos Rising". I hope my following along with the episodes makes sense and isn't confusing.