Scott, Stiles and I all headed to the Sheriff's station. The Sheriff poked his head out of his office.
"Great. Get in here." He beckoned us inside the office.
"So what do you need help with?" Scott asked. Clearly Stiles hadn't told him our search and destroy-minus the destroy- mission.
"Breaking into a house and ransacking the place." I answered.
"Really?" Scott's eyes widened.
"No." The Sheriff replied, sighing. "No wonder you like her, Stiles." Stiles grinned a toothy grin and slid his arm around my waist. I raised my fist and he brought his fist to mine. I grinned back at him.
"Then what are we doing?" Scott asked.
"While I talk to , you guys are going to sneak to his daughter's bedroom and try and catch a scent." Sheriff Stilinski explained.
"That sounds a lot like breaking in and ransacking." Scott commented, his voice unsure.
"Don't like it, Scott? Call the cops." I shrugged.
"Actually, the way you put it makes it sound really creepy. All we need now is a windowless white van." Stiles commented.
"Why are we doing this?" Scott asked.
"Because eight years ago, almost an entire family got murdered. One of the bodies, a young girl named Malia, was never found. There's enough evidence to have me thinking that a werewolf may have caused the accident." Stilinski explained.
"It was Derek." I told him. "Wait, nevermind. He was a teen then. It was Peter." I grimaced, remembering Derek's murderer of an uncle.
"Anyways, it could have dragged her body away. If you could somehow get a lock on her scent and help find her body, it might provide the missing clue." Sheriff Stilinski continued.
"But what if it was a werewolf?" Stiles asked.
"Then it was totally Peter." I replied. "Come on. Peter is always causing shit."
"If it was a werewolf, then there's a murderer out there that needs to be caught." Stilinski answered.
"I still feel like Peter has something to do with this. Watch, when we're at the Tate house, he'll come down the stairs or appear in the window and start calmly speaking about murdering people." I hated Peter Hale. I hated him more than I hated Derek Hale. Admittedly, Derek was becoming less of an asshole but I still didn't like him much.
"I hope not. I hate Peter." Stiles shook his head as we followed the Sheriff outside. Stilinski climbed into his police cruiser while Scott and I followed the younger Stilinski into his crappy, old Jeep. Scott opened the passenger seat door, but I sat down in the seat instead.
"I'm the alpha, now." I told him. Stiles burst out laughing beside me as Scott sat in the back of the Jeep. Stiles drove behind his father, heading towards the Tate house.
The police car in front of us parked on the driveway. We parked a distance away, invisible to anyone inside the house. I watched as the sheriff got out and knocked on the front door. After he entered the house, we exited the car. We snuck up the rural driveway and I dived into a somersault, hiding behind the sheriff's car.
"What the hell was that?" Stiles asked, voice low.
"I have no idea." I responded, wondering about the extent of my abilities. We snuck around the vehicle and up to the door. After Scott gave us a nod, we entered the house, sneaking up the staircase. I could hear voices downstairs, but no voices upstairs. We located the room we were supposed to and Scott began sniffing various items. I searched through photographs and any visual evidence that would be useful.
"Are you getting anything?" Stiles asked Scott.
"All I'm getting is some kind of animal smell." Scott wrinkled his nose.
"What kind of animal?" Stiles asked.
"Dog." Scott's eyes widened as they trailed behind me. I spun around when I heard growling. A Rottweiler stood at the door.
"Get rid of it." Stiles hissed.
"Hi Puppy." Scott said nervously. "Wait, me?" His eyes bulged.
"Yes, you. Glow your eyes at it or something." Stiles suggested.
"I can't. I don't have control." Scott panicked. While the two girls argued and the dog began to bark, I crouched down towards it.
"Hi, Apollo." I eyed its collar. He tilted his head, curious at my knowledge.
"Holy crap. She's going to get eaten and we're gonna have to make a run for it." Stiles gasped. I ignored his comment, extending my hand delicately so the dog could sniff it. Hesitantly, Apollo placed his nose against my hand and sniffed. His docked tail shook, demonstrating our new friendship.
"Like I said, McCall. I'm the alpha now." I smirked. Apollo growled at the two boys. He barked again, baring his teeth.
"Alpha? More like omega." Stiles commented.
"Are you disowning me?" I asked.
"So, I own you?" He smirked.
"Hell no. I'm going to set this dog on you." I growled.
"Then you'll definitely be an omega." He retorted.
"Apollo, kill." I commanded. Apollo relaxed at the sound of my voice. He looked at me with wonder.
"Good job, Cesar Milan." Stiles snorted.
"Do you want him to bark again?" I threatened. After a moment of silence, I said, "That's what I thought." While Scott continued to sniff, I crouched down beside Apollo and scratched his chin. I grinned at him, tempted to stuff him in my jacket and run. I looked up to see Stiles smiling down at Apollo and I.
"Stiles, I want one. Nadine would never let me have a dog so I'm moving in." I spoke my mother's name with disgust as I cracked a joke about moving in with Stiles. Stiles continued to grin down at me.
"Your dad's leaving, we better go." Scott interrupted our moment. I scowled at Scott, patted Apollo's head and exited the Tate house with my pack. We met up with the Sheriff by the vehicles.
"I'm sorry. If it wasn't that long ago, I might have been able to do it." Scott apologized to the Sheriff.
"It's okay. It was a long shot anyways. It was a pretty terrible idea. I think I just ripped open a wound in that poor man. I shouldn't have brought you here. I don't know what I was thinking. Thanks for trying." Stilinski sighed before getting into his vehicle. "See you at home." He nodded before driving home.
"Well, shit." I sighed.
"Don't lots of cases go unsolved?" Scott asked.
"Yeah, I think he just thought this is one he could figure out now." Stiles explained, sadness in his tone. I looked at him curiously, realizing something was on his mind. Ninety-nine percent of the time, I was a bitch. The other one percent of the time I comforted Stiles. I slid my hand into his, watching him closely.
"Why is it so important now?" Scott asked as we walked towards the Jeep.
"He wants to be able to solve one more case while he's still Sheriff." Stiles sighed.
"What do you mean 'still Sheriff'?" Scott's eyes narrowed. We all got into the Jeep then Stiles reversed down the drive.
"Your dad put mine under investigation for impeachment." Stiles confessed, exhaling.
"What?" Scott gasped, anger radiating from him. The rest of the ride was silent. Stiles dropped Scott off at home and then took us to his house.
"Are you okay?" I asked him, awkward due to expressing care.
"I just need to take my mind off it." He muttered. I smirked and pushed my lips on his. He produced a happy noise, leaning into the kiss.
"Is this a good distraction?" I asked between kisses.
"My dad's home." He replied, stepping back.
"Alright. We can do something else then." I said, sitting on the bed. Stiles' lips parted in shock. He almost looked offended. I stared at him innocently and watched as his lip twitched. He stormed towards me, attaching his lips to mine. I mentally chuckled, pleased my plan worked. He pushed me gently down on the bed, working his lips down my neck.
"That's what I thought." I grinned, lifting his shirt up and off him. Stiles flung my shirt off of me, returning his lips to mine. The door burst open to reveal Scott fucking McCall. I groaned in annoyance, ready to punch out my alpha.
"Oh my god!" Scott gasped, looking away.
"Scott, I get your lonely but you can't join. Sorry." I sighed.
"I-I wasn't trying to- I didn't mean- I-" Scott stuttered.
"You were minutes away from seeing my tits, Scott. Or worse. You're seventeen for gods sake. You should know to knock first by now." I sighed.
"I'm sorry!" He panicked. I threw my shirt back over my chest, seeing the disappointment on Stiles' face.
"Anyways, aside from being so close to wishing you had Deucalion's eyesight, what are you doing here?" I asked, referring to the blind alpha that used to roam around Beacon Hills. Deucalion had tried to recruit Scott, but he obviously failed.
"I was going to tell you that we're going to go look for a body, a dead body." Scott replied, his cheeks red.
"We as in…?" I raised my eyebrow.
"The three of us." He responded. I nodded, following him out of Stiles' house. Stiles trailed behind us, keys in hand.
We parked at the edge of Beacon Hills preserve and got out of the Jeep. We wandered through the woods, looking for any clues relating to the Malia Tate case. A high-pitched howl sounded through the forest causing Stiles to punch Scott's phone which he was using as a GPS out of Scott's hands. The phone flew through the air landing down in a large puddle. Scott glared at Stiles, climbing down the muddy ditch to retrieve his phone.
"Ha!" I snorted. This time, Scott glared at me. "Karma's a bitch, eh Scott?"
"Sorry, buddy." Stiles apologized, "I hate coyotes so much. They always sound like they're mauling some tiny, helpless animal." He shivered as Scott wiped the mud from his phone.
"It still works." Scott grinned. We continued to follow his GPS, trekking through the mud and grass.
"Pass me the flashlight. I think I see it." Stiles held his hand out, waiting for the flashlight. I looked through the trees to see a faint outline of a car that had been flipped over.
"Stiles, can you see it without the light?" I asked, stopping. I could never see well in the dark before, not even after I got bitten. I hoped I was just being the crazy bitch I was.
"No, that's why I asked for the flashlight. All I see is a slight glint from the moon." Stiles replied with sass.
"Well, I can." I sighed. Stiles and I stood side by side, looking at the exact same object but I could see it better than he could.
"Kayla, your eyes…" Scott gasped, staring at me.
"Piss off. Don't joke with me right now." I raised my eyebrows in alert. My eyes felt strange, almost warm. "I'm not a werewolf." Stiles stood by Scott, studying my face.
"No, but you're something." Scott commented. I took Scott's phone out of his hands and switched it off to view my reflection in the screen. A faint, dull yellow-green colour surrounded my pupils.
"Why are they green?" I asked, chills running over my entire body.
"I don't know." Scott shook his head slowly. "We can tell Deaton tomorrow." I nodded my head, trying to shake the nervousness away. I wasn't used to feeling nervous and it was a feeling I never wanted to feel again.
"Let's just keep going." I suggested. We continued to approach the flipped car. I looked at my reflection in the destroyed metal. My eyes had gone back to normal. My eyes travelled down the thick scratch marks that had destroyed the vehicle. Scott traced his fingers down the scratches.
"Animal claws would be much closer together." Stiles commented.
"I guess Papa Sheriff was right." I agreed. "We've got a werewolf on our hands."
"Great." Stiles sighed.
"What is that?" Scott spoke up, staring at the car's interior. I looked inside the vehicle to see something pale hanging from the seat. Scott removed it from the seat to reveal that it was just a baby doll. I grimaced as thoughts of my mother filled my mind. We all silently studied the doll, looking for anything useful on it.
"I'm hungry!" The demonic children's toy spoke after a few moments of dead silence. The boys screamed at the toy.
"Fuck!" I cursed, snatching the toy from Scott and launching it towards the car. My heart pounded, trying to recover from the unexpected baby speech.
"I think I just had a minor heart attack." Stiles gasped for breath, regaining himself. I helped him off of the forest floor which he had fallen on. While helping him up, I had been tempted to let go of his hand and send him crashing back down. I didn't drop him but I silently wished I had. A low growling sounded from across the forest.
"Please tell me you guys see that." Scott's nervous voice spoke to Stiles and I.
"See wh-" I stopped when I saw a small, tan creature snarling at us. The coyote darted off, Scott close on its tail.
"Scott, wait! Wait!" Stiles called after him.
"For fuck's sake." I slapped the palm of my hand to my forehead. I thought about chasing after him, but he was fast and I wasn't up for chasing wolves and coyotes. "I'm not going after him." I let Stiles know as I planted myself on a rock.
"How am I even surprised?" Stiles sighed. I shrugged, pulling out my mp3. I played my DMX album after putting on my headphones. I lay back on the boulder, closing my eyes. I felt Stiles sit beside me on the ground. I ran my hands through his hair that had grown out so much since I first met him. When I had first met him, he had a buzzcut. When we started dating, his hair had grown out slightly, shorter than it was now. We started dating while people were getting sacrificed, romantic isn't it? It was around the time when the Darach was sacrificing virgins. Stiles had been a virgin and I didn't feel like him dying so I slept with him. We had been at his house discussing the sacrifices and I randomly kissed him which led to other things. It wasn't the most romantic thing, but it was our story and it was good enough for us. That had made us realize that we enjoyed each other's company more than we had let on. We had never actually made it official, we just kind of knew what we were. Everyone did.
Like I had said to Deaton, half of the time I wanted to punch Stiles but the other half I had genuine affection for him. It could be called love, but I preferred to call it tolerance. Right now was one of those moments where I tolerated him. I swivelled myself around to face him. Before he could make me want to throat-punch him, I kissed him. It was almost like a weird version of a spiderman kiss. I was lying on my stomach on a rock, kissing him while hid back was to the rock. His neck was tilted back so I could reach his lips more easily. I removed my lips from his and continued to inspect his dark brown hair which was gelled in the front. I thought about suggesting that he get a trim, but I didn't want him to get another buzzcut. As much as I hated to admit it sometimes, he was really hot with his hair like this.
I noticed that Stiles was staring at me, smirking. He must've noticed the attraction in my eyes, I decided. My eyebrows pulled together and I glared at him, silently daring him to smirk again.
"Guys!" Scott came racing down the ditch. I whipped my head around to face him, eyebrow raised. "It's Malia!"
"What?" I asked.
"The coyote...it's Malia Tate." He repeated, only heightening the shock and confusion.