Scott, Isaac, Stiles and I stood in the vet clinic with , trying to formulate a plan to stop Malia.
"Xylazine." Deaton held up a small bottle. "It is a tranquilizer for horses."
"It'll help with the werehorse problem greatly." I acknowledged.
Deaton let out a small chuckle before continuing, "For a werecoyote, expect it to work within seconds. I only have three so whoever is shooting needs to be a damn good shot."
"Oliver Queen." I smirked.
"Great. Contact Oliver." Deaton smiled.
"Deaton, she was being sarcastic. Oliver Queen is the Green Arrow. He's a vigilante archer from the DC Universe." Stiles laughed.
"I mean, I only watch the TV show but yeah, he's fictional." I shrugged.
"Deadshot never misses, too." Stiles, added.
"Okay, stop. I don't read comics or play video games. I know Deadshot from his appearance in Arrow and that's it. He was quite the loser in that show." I raised my eyebrows.
"Deadshot is legendary!" Stiles gasped.
"Ah, comic books. Well, you better find a real person." Deaton chuckled lightly.
"Allison. She's a perfect shot." Scott suggested.
"She used to be." Isaac corrected him.
"She can do it." Scott defended his ex-girlfriend.
"Assuming we can even find the thing." Isaac commented.
"Okay. What's the point of him? Seriously, what is his purpose? Aside from the persistent negativity and the scarf. I mean, what's up with the scarf anyways? It's sixty-five degrees out." Stiles glared at Isaac.
"He's here because we broke him out of the police station last year." I reminded Stiles. "And he lives with Scott. We can't just leave him home like an unwanted, annoying little brother."
"Thank you?" Isaac raised a single brow, not sure if I complimented or insulted him. "Look, maybe I'm asking a question nobody here wants to ask. How do we turn a coyote back into a girl when she hasn't been a girl for eight years?"
"Imagination." I waved my arms into the air, creating an invisible arc. Isaac and Scott scowled. "Don't like that answer? Fine. You're a wizard, Scotty. Use your magic wolfy wand and magic the shit out of the coyote until poof! A girl appears!" I rolled my eyes at the boys.
"Or you could ask S.T.A.R labs?" I added. I could almost hear the blank, silent stares of the four males in front of me.
"What?" Scott asked in disbelief.
"The Flash." Stiles replied. "You watch that show?"
"The new one, yes." I nodded.
"You usually don't like superhero stuff." Stiles commented.
"But I do like the shirtless scenes in Arrow and Grant Gustin has a nice face...a very nice face." I shrugged.
"Better than my face?" Stiles frowned.
"Hmmm...no." I decided, grinning at him. Stiles quickly kissed me before turning to the others who seemed equally confused and horrified.
"Seriously, how do we turn her back?" Isaac asked.
"I can do it." Scott announced.
"You can?"
"Remember the night Peter trapped us at the school?" Scott started.
"No." Isaac shook his head.
"Dude, he wasn't there. Neither was I. I didn't feel like joining your little Hardy Boys adventure so I stayed home." I replied.
"Anyways...In the gym, he was able to make me turn using just his voice. Deucalion did the same in the distillery." Scott explained.
"This is a werecoyote, Scott." Alan Deaton reminded him. "Who knows if it'll even work if you can find someone to teach you."
"I guess I could try on my own, but I'm too scared to transform right now." Scott admitted.
"You are literally a scared puppy, Scott." I commented, picking up a syringe in my hands. The plastic wrapping crinkled as Deaton took it from my hands and put it back where I got it from.
"What?" He tilted his head at me.
"See? Look, you just tilted your head...like a puppy. You look like a puppy and you're scared to shift. Scared puppy." I explained.
"We need a real alpha." Stiles sighed before rewording himself when Scott glared at him. "You know what I mean. An alpha who can do alpha things. You know, an alpha who can get it going. You know, get it…"
Say 'you know' one more time, Stiles. I telepathically dared him. He, of course, couldn't hear me.
"Up?" Isaac offered, completing Stiles' sentence.
"Scott's not the only one with that issue." I murmured, snickering to myself.
"What?" Stiles whipped around. Isaac and Scott chuckled, causing to me to earn a glare from Stiles.
"I couldn't help myself." I shrugged.
"Is there anyone besides Derek who could help?" Deaton asked. Scott had tried to call Derek several times, but he hadn't picked up.
"I wouldn't trust Peter." Isaac replied.
"Said everyone ever. Smart boy." I gave Isaac a thumbs up. He grinned at me and I returned his grin.
"Maybe the twins?" Stiles suggested.
"They're not alphas anymore. After what Jennifer did, almost killing them? It broke that part of them." explained.
"Yeah, but what if they know how to do it?" Stiles countered.
"Nobody has seen them for weeks." Scott pointed out.
"Actually, that's not totally true." Stiles spoke.
"Lydia?" I guessed.
"That's the one." Stiles nodded. Scott called Lydia, asking her to contact the twins.
"This sucks. I hate the twins." I muttered to Isaac.
"We don't have to like them. We just have to get Scott to shift." He responded.
"This better work." I sighed.
Lydia, Isaac, Scott, Stiles and I arrived at Derek's loft. The space was empty, not a single person in sight.
"They said they'd meet us here." Lydia frowned.
"Can't trust twins that used to get naked with each other just to combine into one giant twin creature." I commented. Suddenly, Scott was flying backwards. The twins stepped out from the shadows, grinning at one another.
They continued to beat on him, throwing the little alpha around the loft.
"I thought you guys were gonna teach me how to roar!" Scott protested, shielding his face with his hands.
"We are. You do it by giving in." One of the twins responded.
"That's the plan? Kick my ass?" Scott gasped. They threw more punches until I finally had enough of watching them pummeling my alpha.
"Hey!" I shouted at the twins. "I'm the only one who does that!" Though that wasn't actually true, I just wanted them to stop hurting Scott.
"You beat him up?" Aiden, wait maybe Ethan, asked. I couldn't tell those two apart. I guess it didn't matter because I hated both of them. I just hoped Lydia and Danny could tell them apart considering they are each romantic with one of the twins.
"No, but I'll beat you up. Now, I can't tell which of you is Mega-Douche and which of you is Not-As-Douchey, but I hate you both so I'll just beat you both up." I cracked my neck to add effect, hoping I looked a least slightly more tough. "Maybe I'll hit you hard enough to make you combine into Megatwin again."
The twins belted out laughter, looking at each other as if it was the funniest thing they'd ever heard. I raised my eyebrow at the twins, calmly walked towards them. Letting my strange powers take over, I jumped into the air while spinning and launched my foot into both of their faces. Blood oozed from their noses as I landed gracefully.
"You can't beat everyone up, Kayla." Stiles sighed.
"Okay, but they were beating the shit out of Scott." I defended.
"Your eyes are green again." Scott announced. I furiously blinked, trying to clear the green.
"Stupid Derek." I growled as soon as my eyes went back to normal.
"Derek?" One of the twins asked as he spat, blood landing on Derek's floor.
"What does he have to do with your eyes?" The other asked.
"He bit her." Scott answered.
"You agreed to it." Isaac reminded me.
"I know. I just wish he hadn't offered." A sigh left my lips.
"Anyways, I thought you wanted our help." Douche Twin spoke.
"Yeah, to help him roar. We didn't exactly want you to beat the absolute shit out of him. How is that helping?" I frowned.
"She's right." The Twin which I assumed was the Lesser Douche.
"What?" Douche Twin asked incredulously. "They asked for help, so I helped."
"You help too much." Lesser Douche told him. I made my way over to Scott and helped him stand. He nodded at me as a thank you.
We all stood in the forest, where we were going to go after Malia. Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Allison, Isaac, and I faced each other, grouping up so we had someone to go with us. Scott would go alone to face off against Malia. Stiles, myself and Lydia were to look around for Malia. Basically we were the useless group who was here just for the hell of it. Then, Allison and Isaac would use the tranquilizer.
We split up in our mini groups and my group started walking towards the center of the forest. I threw my hair in a ponytail, annoyed that it was in my face. Stiles' phone rang and he quickly pressed it to his ear.
"It took the doll again? What the hell is so important about the doll?" Stiles asked. A faint mumbling sounded from the phone. Stiles mumbled in response, hanging up the phone.
"Why would she go all the way to the school and then all the back to the house just for a doll? We didn't even find it in the den." Stiles turned to us.
"I dunno." I shrugged, shoving my hands in the pocket of my black leather jacket.
"Maybe she likes it. Who cares?" Lydia sighed.
"She likes the doll a lot." Stiles agreed.
"What kind of doll is it?" Lydia asked.
"I don't know. A baby doll? You know, with the- I have a picture right here." Stiles pulled his phone back out of his pocket and showed us a picture of two little girls with a doll in the hands of the smallest child.
"Which one is Malia?" I asked.
"The bigger one." He replied.
"The little one is her sister?" Lydia asked.
"Yep."
"Stiles, her sister is holding the doll." Lydia informed him.
"That would be why she's obsessed with the damn thing." I acknowledged.
"I know where she's going. Come on." Stiles began walking and we followed. He grabbed his phone and called Scott.
When Scott didn't answer, Stiles left a voicemail, "Scott, it's me, you've gotta call me back as soon as you can. It wasn't Malia's doll. It was her sister's. Malia left it at the car for her sister. It's like bringing flowers to a grave. Okay, and we stole the flowers. So, that's all she's trying to do, right. Bring the doll back to the grave, to the car wreck. That's where she's headed. The car wreck." An almost silent click sounded behind us and then an equally quiet voice.
"Stiles?" Lydia whimpered. I whipped around to face her, as did Stiles. Under Lydia's foot sat a monstrous-sized bear trap. The claws on the sides threatened to take her entire calf. My heart stopped as Stiles and I exchanged glances.
"Oh, fuck." I gasped.
"Lydia, don't move." Stiles ordered.
"Look for a warning label." Lydia instructed us.
"A warning label?" Stiles asked.
"Instructions on how to disarm it." Lydia explained.
"Why the hell would they put instructions on the trap?" Stiles raised his eyebrow.
"Stiles." Lydia sighed. "Animals can't read." I rolled my eyes at him.
"Neither can I." Stiles frowned.
"Kayla can!" Lydia growled.
"Seriously, this is stupid." I marched over to Lydia.
"Kayla, what are y-" Using both hands, I launched them against Lydia's side at the same time I slammed my own boot against the trap. She squeaked as she landed on the grass, unharmed by the trap. Just as she hit the ground, the jaws of the trap clamped down on my leg. They swung closed, gripping my calf as if the trap were a boa, my leg a rabbit. A scream ripped through me as blood splattered down my boot. My eyes met with Stiles'. His caramel ones stared into mine, filled with true fear. Tears prickled in my eyes, but I would not cry. I had never cried in front of any of them, and I was determined to keep it that way. Lydia had tears brimming along her eyes as well. She crossed over to where Stiles stood.
"The instructions." Lydia reminded him, her voice shaking.
"Forget them." I heard myself growl, but those words had never entered my mind. I looked down at the grotesque image of my leg. Torn flesh hung where the teeth had serrated through. Blood leaked down, staining my beautiful boots but the blood wasn't just red. Black blood oozed from the wound, too.
"Why is it black?" Stiles asked. A roar sliced through the air, filling my ears. My eyes burned with heat and I could feel myself growing stronger, as if I could take on the entire alpha pack that had invaded Beacon Hills. I crouched down and grasped the jaws of the trap.
"Your eyes...Kayla, we'll look at the instructions. Just...keep calm, okay?" Stiles attempted to soothe me. It was almost like his voice injected into my veins like steroids.
"No instructions!" My mouth screamed, though I had no control. I felt like I could destroy tanks and cities, demolishing anything in my path. Gripping the jaws, I pulled. Snap! I tore the jaws apart, throwing them across the forest on either side of me. The two pieces whooshed as they flew through the chilly air. I panted, like you would after running a marathon or if someone had just destroyed a possession of yours.
Thick, black smoke seemed to dive towards my torn leg, filling it like it had when Malia had bitten me. Dull green light timidly poked through the smoke, trying to be seen. The smoke quickly vanished, leaving behind a perfectly healed leg. Holes still remained in my boots and pants, as did the black and red blood. The heat in my eyes seemed to abandon me as did the rage that powered me before.
My eyebrows pulled together as I stood. Stiles' hands steadied me as I almost fell backwards.
Clutching onto Stiles' hoodie for support, I whispered, "What the hell is happening to me?"
**A/N: I am aware that The Flash (2015) wasn't around during the time season three part B of Teen Wolf took place, but I wanted to add it for amusement. Also, I normally don't have characters in my books talk about shows that have the same actors that star in Teen Wolf (John Wesley Shipp plays Isaac's dad in TW and Barry's dad in The Flash. Also, Colton Haynes is Jackson in TW, Roy Harper in Arrow.) but oh well. The Flash is just that awesome; I felt the need to bring it up. :) -Talia571**