Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf

Summary: Scott gets bitten luckily he has his best friends Stiles and Allison to help him through it. A different take on Teen Wolf season one including Malia as well. Scallison and Stalia

A.N: Yeah, I'm back\the story is back? Anyway, enjoy.

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Chapter Eleven: The Things I Do For You

Scott was absently staring at his ceiling while he was lying in his bed listening to music. He had been like that for a while now. It was the night before the full moon, but he had a feeling like he couldn't care less. His mom was constantly on his back. He was grounded and so were Stiles and Allison. They did some stupid things together like egged someone's door when they were kids, but the punishment never separated them for this long. Then again, it wasn't like either one wanted to talk much. They tried to convince their parents to let them out, but they were too afraid. Scott understood his mom. He was the only thing she had in her life so of course she was worried and what not, but hell. Malia was still out there all alone in her coyote self. They tried to talk reason with their parents, but with a killer on the loose who killed a teen and Derek Hale every argument was pointless. After two days they all just got depressed. The school was closed due to the tragedy and most of the social networks were filled with posts about how they miss Tracy and what not.

He thought it was disgusting. Half of those people didn't ever talk to her and the other half? Well, he saw Kim posting a sad post or picture with the other girls. He shouldn't judge everyone grieved differently, but hell he was judging. How the hell were they acting like this when Tracy was gone! Forever! She was never coming back. She would never smile or waved at anyone in the hallway. She wouldn't be mean to anyone or feel guilty about it…she…she never did get to go on a date with him.

He pulled of his earphones, 'What?' he barked at his mom annoyed. It wasn't that he was annoyed with her. Well, okay, he was because she was keeping him from finding Malia who was alone in the woods with the alpha on the loose.

She raised her brows at him, 'Okay, what was that?'

'Nothing,' he said a bit softly and brushed his face. Malia was right they were becoming tenser because of the full moon.

Malia, another reason why he was so down. She was all alone in the woods without them after they spent almost a month in making her adjust to the human world. As a coyote she couldn't risk coming to the neighbourhood so she was stuck in the woods while they were stuck under parents' watch.

His mom sighed, 'Alright, look, I get that you're pissed about the whole not being able to go out, but we're worried.'

'Cool.'

She frowned, 'Scott!'

'Look, I just don't feel like talking right now,' he said and put the earphones back on while he started at the ceiling. His mom watched him for a moment. She knew this was more than him having to stay at home. It was way more than that. This was something else. Maybe she could allow him something. He must have missed going over to Allison and Stiles's.

She walked up to him and pulled one earphone out, 'Hey, I could drive you to Stiles or Allison's if you want.'

He shook his head, 'No, thanks.'

He put the earphone back on and simple turned the music up. She watched him confused. Maybe something happened between him and the others.

She walked out of his room. Sure he was a teenager so hormones were off the hook all the time. It wouldn't be surprising that something happened between the trio. She fought with her best friends all the time. It was just that Scott, Stiles and Allison always seemed so tight that she often forgot that they could argue. Well, that wasn't completely true she witness them arguing plenty of times, but it was in a fun challenging way never to actually make the other offended or hurt them.

She debated about her decision for a moment. Normally she would call John or Chris, but this seemed like it needed a female approach plus both a lot on their hands since after the whole school incident Sheriff requested Chris's help in the woods as he was familiar with hunting a lot.

'Argent's residence, Victoria speaking.'

'Hi, it's Melissa, do you have a moment?' she asked closing the door to her room just in case Scott would hear her.

'Hi, Melissa. How are you?'

'Not that great, uh, listen have you notice anything weird about the kids? I know that a lot has happened, but I'm worried. Scott has been in a very weird mood after that and he doesn't even want to see Allison or Stiles.'

'Oh…'

Melissa frowned, 'What's up?'

'I'm not sure I can say this. Wait a minute. I'll just lock the door. I think this has something to do with that poor girl, Tracy? Scott was supposed to go on a date with her.'

Melissa's eyes widened, 'Are you sure?'

'Yeah, Allison told me a while ago. She wasn't too happy about it…I think she blames herself now because of it.'

'Oh my God,' sighed Melissa. Now she knew why Scott had been acting so down and why he didn't want to see Allison.

'Yeah, I guess no one is dealing well with what happened.'

'Definitely not.'

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Everything was a mess. Everything was too much of a mess to be truth. Scott was avoiding her and Stiles. Derek Hale was dead. Malia lost in the woods in her coyote form and they were all on house arrest. Not to mention the police department was looking for a freak. Sure a freak which was probably the deadliest and strongest alpha ever.

Allison Argent wasn't sure how to call this mess, but words such as total disaster or catastrophe came to mind. She hugged herself as she was sitting in her room. She tried to text Scott several times, but he was ignoring her. It hurt. Since they first meet they never went a day without some sort of contact even a texts so the fact that she was completely cut out of his life was too much to handle.

Still no responds? - Stiles

Just like her Stiles also had zero info about their friend and the fact that he was a werewolf and the full moon was a day away didn't help one bit. She wished none of the events in the school would ever happened. No, she wished she never was a bitch to Tracy in the first place. From all those things that happened this was the worst. She was a mean girl to her. She was everything she hated about Lydia and the others. She was a mean bitch to her.

Closing her eyes she lied back down on her bed and replied to Stiles's text in a negative.

She felt so utterly useless. She should be out there looking for Malia not at home with her parents asking her questions she couldn't answer with a honest heart. Speaking of which. She slowly pulled on her slippers and walked out of her room to the closet she could hear what her parents were talking about in another room.

'Does the sheriff has any leads?' asked her mom.

'Nothing,' spoke her dad annoyed, 'You?'

'Melissa called,' she said and Allison's eyes widened in concern.

'Apparently, Scott is in bad shape as well. I told her it could be about the poor girl, Tracy? But now I'm not so sure.'

'What do you think?'

'You heard Allison. She's hiding something. I think Scott and Stiles are too. And that Malia girl? Sheriff can't find her anywhere and they all swear that they don't know her last name?'

What do we do?'

'We treat Allison like any other, and get it out of her,' said her mother almost coldly and Allison felt a shiver over her body. She would never believe that this could be her mother, but she didn't have time to overthink it too much as she needed to get back to her room before they would see her.

She returned to her room and texted both boys.

We got a problem. My parents will start interrogate me soon.

What happened? - Stiles

They want to know the truth. They don't buy the whole stranger maniac. Also everyone is looking for Malia except the people who should. US

Alright, just lie to them. I'll think off something.

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Scott's phone lightened in the dark of his room as Stiles was calling him. He waited a while hoping his friend would just leave it, but he continued to ring so he picked up.

'Stiles for the last time-'

'Allison's parents aren't buying the whole we don't know anything. They will try to get it out of her,' said Stiles instantly, 'Plus my dad is looking for Malia like crazy. He can't find her anywhere and if we don't do something he might dug out the whole Tate thing. Dude, we have to do something.'

Scott sighed, 'Stiles, we already did something and it ended badly, just leave it. They can't prove anything or say that we're lying so just leave it all the way it is.'

Stiles was about to protest, but Scott ended the call. Scott put his earphones back on not realizing that his mom right outside and she heard the suspicious conversation with Stiles. He just closed his eyes he wanted peace for a while. He wanted to grief and think and just not have to deal with all of the supernatural crap for a while. He just wanted to be alone. He had to think about everything that happened. He had to make a decision. Would he really be able to stay away from Stiles and Allison like that? They were his best friends since middle school. They were always together like the Holy trinity Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman. Sighing he closed his eyes again and tried to focus. He didn't mind not talking to them now, but once school started again? They would end up together, but the alpha killed Tracy like it was nothing. Everything was too overwhelming. His life was too overwhelming. He just wanted to take a nap and never wake up again, ever, but he couldn't see to fall asleep. He walked to the window and looked at the almost full moon. Tomorrow would settle everything.

Scott got up from his bed again and took his phone. She picked up after the fourth ring, 'Finally decided to talk to me?' she asked, and he sighed, 'I'm sorry. I know I was acting bad and all that. I just...I can't not know how are you.'

She was silent for a while before she said, 'I miss you.'

'I miss you too,' he replied.

'No, I miss you more. It hurts that you ignored us for so long.'

He pressed his face against his window frame hearing the pain in her voice and remembered how he had to say his goodbye to her if he didn't make it when he went against the alpha for Tracy.

'Well, if it doesn't feel like an opened wound than you don't know how I hurt,' he said his eyes closed. She was silent for a moment before she spoke, 'Tomorrow is the full moon.'

'I know.'

'We have to think this through. You will have practice and school. Someone might get hurt or the alpha might show up.'

'I know.'

'We're helping Stiles and I. Like it or not we're helping, and once our parents finally let us out of their sights we're going to find Malia.'

'I know.'

'Will you stop saying that?' she asked annoyed, 'I hate it when you're this passive. You're the nicest person imaginable not this shell I know.'

'Let's go to Stiles,' he said suddenly and looked up at the moon, 'I want to see you.'

She bit her lip. She wanted to say that her parents wouldn't let her, but the desperation in his voice did something to her. She sighed, 'Alright, I will see what I can do. I want to see you too.'

He nodded although he knew she wouldn't see it still looking at the moon.

'See you soon, Allison.'

'Bye.'

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Stiles cursed. He understood that Scott was hurt he really did, but so were they. Tracy and Derek were dead, and that was not an easy thing to get over even if they weren't necessary friends. Fine if Scott didn't feel like doing anything he would give him time, but he would bloody hell do something.

Stiles rushed to the abandoned Hale house.

'Hey? Hunter lady who helped us out? Are you here?' he called. Nothing. He nodded to himself. Great, he just might have caused himself extra house arrest for nothing. Stiles sighed brushing his face. He was seriously losing it without Malia.

He turned around only to scream in a high pitch voice and fell to the ground backwards as he saw Braeden looking down at him, 'Idiot, what are you doing here?' she asked and Stiles swallowed hard before he started to stood up, 'I came to look for you. Why are you here?'

She crossed her arms, 'What do you want?'

'It's about my friend. You helped us before and you obviously had some ties to Derek, so maybe you could help us out,' he said trying to find the right words.

She raised her brows waiting before he admitted, 'Malia...she turns into a coyote sometimes.'

The woman remained silence listening to him, 'She, uh, I-we think that whatever happened in the school caused her to shift and she can't shift back to human.'

Braeden still waited, 'You want me to help you find her.'

His eyes widened, 'You could do that?' he asked before he shook his head, 'That would be great, but I actually need another thing. My dad, the sheriff, is looking into her, but since she's a coyote sometimes she doesn't have a background. Could you maybe somehow do something illegal and make her one?' asked Stiles nervously.

The woman watched him for a moment before she sighed, 'I can't help you look for her just yet, but I'll see what I can do about her identity problem.'

'Why not?' he asked before he looked at the sleeping bag in the corner and other things.

'Are you hiding here? What happened?' asked Stiles, but the woman just shook her head, 'I'm not. I'm waiting.'

Stiles blinked confused, 'For what?'

She didn't answer and just continued to look at him before he understood, 'You're waiting for Derek. You think Derek's alive.'

'Derek is alive,' said the woman before she walked to her things and Stiles followed, 'So how do you know. Did you see him or did he call you?' he asked and she shook her head, 'He's not dead. I just know. There was no body left and no body found. He got away.'

Stiles was sceptical about her belief, but didn't voice it as he didn't want to upset the woman with a gun and who could help him. 'Alright, help me with that at least. I will look for her on my own.'

The woman walked to her bag and then threw something at him. He caught it and looked at it only to find out it was a whistle.

'A whistle? Really?' he asked even more sceptical before Braeden spoke, 'Malia's hearing is even better than a dog's. Blow that and she will hear it. Just be careful it can drag a lot of things to you.'

Stiles looked at the small item in his hands before he nodded to himself, 'Alright, let's do it. I mean I'll do it. You do your thing. Anyway, I'm going.'

He said and went to the door before he stopped, 'Hey, are you sure Derek is alive? I mean don't you have even the slightest of doubts?'

'I have, but I also have hope,' she said before she nodded at him, 'Good luck.'

Stiles nodded as well and left. If he was right he needed to go to a place Malia could hear it. They met her twice in the place Scott lost and found his inhaler so she had to have a dent close to that place.

Stiles gripped the whistle tighter as he realized he was walking to that place in the middle of the night with a psycho killing alpha on the lose. He shook his head determinate telling himself that he was doing this for his friend Malia. He swallowed hard and forced himself to continue to walk in the dark looking for Malia. In the dark in the forest. In the dark with a killer on the lose.

He gripped the whistle in his hands. It would be a piece of cake. He would just blow as hard as he could and hope that it would only lead Malia to him and not alpha or possibly some other coyote.

He nodded to himself and blew hard into the whistle. Once he stopped he looked around the sound made all of the woods to go silent. He looked around feeling his paranoia growing with every silent moment.

He swallowed again looking around hoping she would show up. Praying that Malia would show up he walked up to the nearest tree and sat down.

'I'm not giving up on you, M,' he muttered, 'I know we gave up on you once and stopped looking, but I swear we are not doing it tonight, Malia. I'm here.'

It wasn't as cold as it was a while back when he and Scott went to look for a dead body in the woods. He hit his head against the tree. It was all his doing. Everything that happened that night was on him until he realized that if he didn't drag Scott into the woods they would never found Malia again.

He closed his eyes. Yeah, maybe it wasn't all bad.

He just needed to make sure he didn't fall asleep outside in the cold like that. That wouldn't end well.

He suddenly felt something soft pressed against his face.

His eyes opened wide and he quickly tried to reach for the coyote in front of him only to startle her.

'No, sorry, cutie. M, I'm sorry. I know you. You know me,' he spoke, but the coyote took several steps back until she stopped in track and titled her head as if she was remembering him. Wasn't she?

'Cutie, you know me, right?' he asked and walked up to the little fury thing.

Malia started making those sad coyote noises and he lost it. He rushed toward her and got on his knees.

'Okay, M. It's okay,' he said and started stroking her hoping it would calm her down a bit, 'Everything is okay. I'm here and we'll figure this out. You'll be fine, okay? I'm here.'

She started breathing hard and heavy and for a moment he wasn't sure if she didn't have a panic attack. Did coyotes have panic attacks?

'Malia?'

It was a second really but from one moment to another to Stiles's utter shock the coyote went back to a girl.

He opened his mouth as wide as possible because holy hell Malia just turned back to a human on her own.

He quickly pulled off his hoodie and put it around her, 'Hey, M. Malia? Are you okay? Say something, please.'

She blinked and nodded, 'I-I'm o-kay.' Her voice sounded just like the first time she shifted like this, 'C-c-cold.'

She mumbled and when he touched her hand he realized just she was really freezing.

He started nodding his head before he helped her to her feet. Again she was a little bit unsteady but she managed to walk on her own for the most part. He got her into the car and turned on the heat as much as possible.

'It's okay, I'll get you home in no time,' he said and put one arm around her to warm her up a bit.

He looked at her nervously though. She was trembling from cold. A thought crossed his mind in that moment which he hoped didn't but he was too bright for that.

'Uh, body heat…could maybe help,' he said trying not to look her in the eye.

She blinked at him. It took her a moment to catch on to what he was saying. A part of her liked the idea since she was so cold, the coyote part. Another part not so much since she understood that it wouldn't be right to be naked like that, the human part. Either way before he could protest or comprehend what was happening she was pulling at his hoody.

'C-cold, S,' her lips were so blue. It worried him. He nodded to himself and tried to push away every dirty joke or comment about finally getting naked with a girl. He was doing this to save Malia, nothing more. He was helping. She was alright with it, but did she understood that it meant...

Once his pants were gone he wondered for a second how they would do it. When she crawled into his lap, he wasn't thinking about anything. His mind went blank and he went to hell.

Malia pressed her face into his now bare shoulder and breathed out, 'Y-you're warm.'

Yup, hell.

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Allison was in hell. She was in literal hell as both her mom and dad came to her room to talk.

'Sweetie, we know you're hiding something from us,' spoke her father and she tried to look as honest as possible. It was useless of course.

'Allison, it's important that you tell us what happened. Scott and Stiles are obviously in on this as well. Come one, dear. You have to tell us,' said her mom in the most firm voice. Allison swallowed. She wished she could look less guilty, but it was not in her nature. Definitely not when she felt so guilty because of Tracy or worried about Malia so much.

'Allison!' her mother shouted at her and her father put his hand between them. He knew she wouldn't hit her, but he still felt protective, 'You have to tell us the truth.'

She flinched a bit before she thought of something and swallowed hard, 'Alright, but...you won't...'

'Won't what?' asked Chris and Allison looked away, 'Believe us.'

He and her mom shared a secret glance before they continued, 'Allison, you have to be honest with us. I promise we will believe you no matter what.'

Allison licked her lips. She didn't have to pretend to be nervous she was, 'Uh, we saw something. We're not sure what...but it wasn't a man.'

She looked up, 'It looked like a big...wolf.'

'You think you were attacked and kept in school by a wolf?' asked Chris, but it didn't sound like he was mocking her or not believing her. Allison looked at them and shook her head, 'Not a wolf...this was bigger, and more deadly and more bloodthirsty and just...more,' she said and looked her father into the eyes. He always had a soft spot on her. If she could break or fool one of them, it would be her father.

'Its eyes glow red in the dark,' she said and watched their reactions. They tensed so she continued gathering all her courage, 'If it wasn't completely crazy we would say it was a werewolf.'

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Stiles was slowly rocking Malia in his arms. She was in his arms naked against his almost naked body (He just had to leave the boxers on) with only his hoodie around them. It didn't matter that he couldn't see her though because he could perfectly feel every piece of her body pressed against his. It was too much and yet somehow there was peace in it. He knew he was hard as he could feel her bottom and centre against him through the fabric of the only clothing on him, yet there was something calming about the matter. He was probably losing it, but having Malia naked in his arms should have been enough to make him come in his boxers instead he felt relief that she was actually in his arms. She had been gone two and something days, but he already missed her as if he didn't see her forever. He missed her smell, and her presence on his bed. He couldn't sleep without her or even think without her in his room.. It was a good thing she was gone since his dad was in his room non-stop, but he missed her.

She pressed against him further as if she wanted to merge with him somehow and sighed. She missed his scent. In her dent it felt so lonely without him. Was she a girl? Or a coyote? It didn't matter she missed Stiles so much. She missed waking up to him, in his room, and eating breakfast with him and talking with him. She missed him dearly. And Allison and Scott. She missed the human world.

She felt so good in his arms. It felt so good to be this warm in his arms. He felt so good how come he felt so nice and warm against her? How come he was always so warm when she was so cold. How could he smelled like he wanted to mate with her? Was it because she was naked. Allison explained a lot of things to her over her time as a human again and so did Stiles. Did he know he smelled like he wanted to mat-have sex with her?

She leaned away a bit and looked into his eyes. He looked startled for a moment not expecting her direct look, 'Are you alright?' she asked and her eyes went down for a moment to the place in his boxers where she felt him against her tight.

He swallowed going completely flushed before he gave a short nod, 'Yeah, uh, this happens, M. It doesn't necessary mean anything.'

She blinked and chuckled, 'You're such a boy,' she said and before he knew what was happening naked Malia pressed against his chest bit his nose.

'Jesus,' he said in a very high pitch voice as he might have just come from that alone. Who knew he would be into biting?

This is Malia. You're friend Malia, who's cold. Don't think about that with your friend Malia. Who yeah is a very pretty and hot girl and likes a lot of things you to do and doesn't mind being pressed against you naked with her boots and...her boots. God.

He swallowed, 'Don't do that.'

It was too much for him. Seriously touching her? The friction, her breast? How could he even think straight with her beautiful breast pressed against him naked? Naked! He swallowed trying to think of anything, but he was a sixteen year old virgin boy and she was naked pressed against him and he could feel everything.

She giggled a bit before she pressed her forehead against his shoulder, 'What am I?'

He sobered instantly at the question, 'What?'

'I was sure I was a coyote, but then I saw you...and I knew I was a girl, but what am I a coyote or a girl? I know when I'm a girl that I can be a coyote, but when I'm a coyote I will forget. I forget about what I am. What am I?'

He looked into her eyes completely forgetting that he had her naked pressed against him. Well not completely.

He used to think she had so pretty eyes. He still did. They were warm brown and big and they sparkled when she was laughing and when she had some prank planned out like when she scared him when he came from the bathroom and he slipped because of it.

'You're Malia and you're my friend. You're a girl and a coyote. You're just Malia. Nothing more, but nothing less. Next time remember that. You're not a coyote or girl, just Malia,' he said with such a determination it made it all clear for her. She was Malia and that was what could ground her the next time she would shift. Oddly despite the fact that they had been hugging and touching for the past few minutes his words right now for some reason warmed her up completely.

'I think I'm good now,' she spoke and once again he was all too aware again she was naked pressed against him.

He swallowed, 'Alright, uh, you keep my hoodie and I will put my shirt on and drive us home and then you will come in. Or I will get you some pants first, and you know. He said looking everywhere than at her as he zipped the hoody and to cover her before he quickly took his pants and started putting them on it very hard to zip them because of one particularly hard body part of his. He finally got it while Malia, damn her, laughed at him. He started the jeep and prayed that no one would stop him with just partly dressed girl with no panties or pants and that his dad wouldn't be home. He prayed really hard.

He stopped at his house just as his dad came out of the house.

'Hide,' he said and pushed Malia's head down. Which would look so much worse if his dad came closer and found them like that. He turned off the lights and walked from the car, 'Hi, daddy!'

'Stiles, what the hell? I told you you can't go out. Where have you been?' he demanded upset, 'Uh, well, you see I had to-'

'Pick me up,' said Scott suddenly who looked as if he came out of his jeep. Stiles's eyes widened, 'I felt down about Tracy. Stiles said I could come play some video games.'

John looked suspiciously from one boy to another before he nodded, 'Alright, you two, but next time tell either me or Melissa. Does she even know you're here?' he asked, and Scott nodded, 'Yeah, she does.'

John nodded, 'Alright, come on in. I will make you two something to eat.'

They nodded and walked inside while Stiles kept on looking over his shoulder. Once they were out of ear sight Scott smiled, 'She's upstairs already, and dude. She's naked again?'

Stiles blushed, 'I will tell you later. Listen, what happened to do nothing?

'I guess I was having a moment,' he said before he smiled, 'It won't happen again.'

Stiles nodded, 'Good cause we're not planning to leave you alone. I know what happened with Tracy is terrible, but we can't just let that asshole win. We have to stay together.'

Scott nodded as well, 'Thanks, man.'

They hugged quickly before Scott said, 'Also it's a good thing cause tomorrow is the full moon.'

Stiles sighed and they walked into the room where Malia much to Stiles's sudden disappointment was already dressed in her clothes, 'Our full moon without Derek to help.'

Malia hopped on the bed already feeling like she wasn't gone at all, until Scott walked to her and sat down as well hugging her briefly while Stiles continued, 'We're gonna need something to keep you in. Handcuffs?' he asked.

Malia smiled at the werewolf, 'It wasn't your fault. You did well, and I couldn't shift back.'

He nodded, and hugged her one more time before he let go.

'Allison,' said both supernaturals in reunion and as predicted very soon after they said it Allison appeared in the door with a full bag.

'What's in the bag, Allison?' asked Stiles what was on everybody's mind.

She threw it down, 'Supplies I stole from my parents. They told me about werewolves,' she said and rushed to Malia hugging her tightly while the werecoyote marked her neck a bit, 'I missed you.'

'Me too,' She said and kept her close.

'Holy- really?' asked Stiles and Allison pulled away nodding, 'Yeah, it's a long story. I barely got out, but I convinced them that I needed time to process though.'

She looked at Scott suddenly and smiled, 'You should prepare yourself. Some stuff are pretty intense.'

Scott shivered, 'Allison, you're mean.'

Stiles chuckled, 'Kinky.'

Malia went to the bag and opened it only to find chains, 'I don't get it. Why is it kinky?'

They all shared looks. Who would be the one to explain this one?

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Braeden was almost asleep in the quiet burned house. She was there for the last three days. Was Derek really dead? Was she just waiting for another man who was already gone? It was a week before she got a grip of the fact that her last partner in crime was dead.

Maybe...

The wooden door moved. She looked to the direction before she stood up and walked there with her gun prepared. She didn't want herself to be know if it was some of her fellow hunters.

She quickly stepped behind the door and aimed waiting.