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[Zoe]: How was the full moon?

[Roscoe]: We survived it and my friend didn't kill anyone.

[Zoe]: Awesome.

[Roscoe]: Yeah, it is.

[Roscoe]: Also now we know for sure that Derek Hale is a werewolf.

[Zoe]: And?

[Roscoe]: And?

[Roscoe]: He's probably the alpha.

[Zoe]: Okay.

[Roscoe]: Is that all you have to say?

[Zoe]: What else should I say?

[Roscoe]: I don't know, maybe something like now all you need is a plan to kill him. Then you should give me an advice.

[Zoe]: Right. Who do you think I am? Obi-Wan?

[Roscoe]: Star Wars reference?

[Zoe]: Shut up, you know what I mean.

[Roscoe]: Yeah, I know. So does this mean you're not in the mood to help me?

[Zoe]: Yes, this is exactly what it means, Roscoe. Sorry.

[Roscoe]: No problem.

~ \_(ツ)_/ ~

From: Zoe

To: Roscoe

Hey Roscoe,

Just FYI, I didn't mean to be a bitch. Sorry about that.

Bye,

Zoe

~ \_(ツ)_/ ~

From: Zoe

To: Roscoe

Okay, here's the thing: alphas believe they are smarter than everyone. In like eighty percent of the case it's actually true but in the other nineteen they are just egoistic assholes. The remaining one percent? Well, you'd better run from them but this is an incredibly rare thing. Otherwise I don't see the point of killing the alpha until you actually figure out who they are and what they want from your friend.

I'm serious, werewolves are stronger in packs. The moment a beta leaves or gets kicked out of the pack, it becomes an omega. And a werewolf doesn't survive for long without a pack.

Zoe

PS: Will you tell me what happened on the night of the full moon?

~ \_(ツ)_/ ~

From: Roscoe

To: Zoe

Well, now we know for sure that Derek Hale is a werewolf. After my friend left the party/date because he started turning into a wolf that sneaky son of a bitch gave his girlfriend a ride home then took her jacket. My friend went crazy when he found out that Derek even talked to his girlfriend and followed her scent... into the woods. Of course she was already home, Derek only took her jacket to the woods to lure my friend there. As far as I know he tried to convince him that they have to rely on each other from now on. I don't even know what he was thinking.

BUT-and this is where the story gets interesting-they were attacked by hunters. And who was one of them? The girlfriend's father. I'm not kidding, this really is what happened. What are the chances of that? What do you think we should do now?

Oh, and he tried to kill me today. Maybe this will be our special thing in the future :)

Roscoe

"Thanks for coming with me," Annie told her mother as she glanced over at her.

She smiled at Annie for a moment before turning her gaze back on the road. "I know it's important to you," she began reassuringly, "and this is like a little vacation for us, isn't it?"

The girl laughed at her mother's optimism and leaned the side of her head against the cold window. Well, she was right. Except a normal vacation wouldn't be so tiring emotionally. She wasn't stupid, she knew at one point she would definitely end up crying like a baby. Closing her eyes, she tried to clear her thoughts.

Everything had begun with Roscoe, especially when she found out he lived in Beacon Hills. That was the moment when something clicked in her brain: first it was some vague story about the Hale family, one she heard from her father years ago, just before he died, then as she went through his journals, this place appeared over and over again. The new, supernatural situation in Beacon Hills escalated in the following months, and Annie found herself in the position of some sort of an advisor when it came to Roscoe. Though he wanted to help his friend, he lacked the knowledge she owned thanks to her late father's belongings.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" her mother asked worriedly.

Annie looked over at her, the woman who looked almost exactly like she probably would in her age. Dark red hair, piercing blue eyes, delicate features and a thin, fragile-looking body. For the first time since they got into the car she thought about what they were even doing. As far as she knew this place was pretty crazy and dangerous lately so by going there, even if it was only for a week, she was risking her mother's life. Should she tell her all this? Probably not.

"I'm okay, just a little tired," she replied quietly. It wasn't entirely a lie, she just decided to hide part of the truth. "I spent most of last night going through dad's notes and journals so I could decide which ones to bring here."

Silence fell between them but Annie didn't mind it at all. Her mother's gaze was fixed on the road but the girl didn't miss how she anxiously bit her lower lip, keeping herself from saying whatever was on her mind. Leaning her head back against the seat with closed eyes she let out a questioning hum. "Are you sure this man is doing the same thing your father did?" she asked hesitantly.

"Yeah, I mean I found some weird notes next to his name in dad's phone book which is probably a code name he used in the journals. According to that yes, they talked about these supernatural things a few times."

"And was bringing Zoe with us part of the plan?"

With raised eyebrows she turned back to take a look at the dog that'd fallen asleep almost half an hour before. "Did you expect me to leave her alone while we're here?" she asked her mother incredulously once she looked back at her.

"Your uncle offered to look out for her," her mother pointed out.

"Yeah, right," the girl began with a huff, "because I would leave her behind. Also, I'm about to visit a vet, she's a good alibi."

Several miles later they finally passed the sign which welcomed them to Beacon Hills. This was the point of no return. A small part in the back of her mind doubted it was a good idea and she would achieve anything but she couldn't back out now. Ever since she was a little kid Annie loved her father's stories and after his death she spent more than enough time reading his books and journals. What he did back in the day was a good thing because he was helping people. He was helping an alpha werewolf.

When Annie'd found Roscoe's post on that website she decided to give it a shot, even if the poster was just some bored troll. The more they talked, though, the more obvious it became that this guy was truly desperate to help his friend. Helping others by using the knowledge that was her father's heritage made her feel much better. Eventually she realized how this feeling could be one of the many reasons why someone became an emissary.

"What will you tell him?" her mother suddenly asked.

Any let out a short hum while she thought about the answer. "I don't know yet," she admitted before adding, "but I have a few hours left to figure it out."

"And what about your friend? Did you tell him you we're coming here?"

"He's not my friend and it's none of his business."

"Okay, if you say so."

Annie rolled her eyes at the woman but didn't say anything. She glanced at the digital clock on the screen of her phone before turning back to look at Zoe. "You know what? It's still pretty early so I'll get over it now." When she saw her mother's expression she let out a sigh. "I could use a ride to the animal clinic. If it's still open, I'm going to talk to the doc now."

Without asking further questions her mother nodded and, following the instructions of the GPS, eventually drove the girl to her requested destination. The car stopped, the engine fell silent, and Annie suddenly froze. Through the dim light outside she watched the door of the clinic, thinking about how to begin once she entered the building. Maybe she should say Zoe's been sneezing a lot lately and even coughed-or something like that. It'd happened before when she caught a cold.

Taking a deep breath, she climbed out of the car then let Zoe out as well. Her mother flashed a supporting smile at her through the window which Annie returned immediately then decided to finally walk inside the clinic. The faint smell of disinfectant made her nauseous for a moment but luckily it didn't last long, and by the time a man she assumed to be the vet she was looking for walked to the reception Annie was already standing with a small smile on her lips.

"Hello, how can I help you?" he asked kindly.

"Hi, my name is Annie. We came to Beacon Hills with my mother for like a week and on the way here I heard Zoe sneeze quite a lot. I don't know what that means exactly, I mean if it's just a common cold or allergy or something."

Nodding, the vet motioned towards the back of the clinic and the girl followed him without asking questions. Once Zoe was up on the table the vet began to examine her. "Was the air conditioning on in the car? Maybe it was only that," he suggested, glancing over at the girl who stood with her back resting against the wall.

"Yeah, my mom said the same thing but I wanted to make sure she's okay," Annie replied with a nervous smile as she swept a strand of hair behind her ear. She was a terrible liar and she was perfectly aware of it.

For long minutes the girl had to bear the disappointed look in her dog's eyes whenever she looked over at her owner. It was, in a way, cruel to drag a healthy dog to the vet as an alibi but this time she had no other choice. Then the vet straitened up and petted Zoe's head. "Well, I have a feeling she's perfectly fine and there's nothing to worry about," he said but obviously didn't miss how nervous she was. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes... and no." Dr. Deaton gave her a confused and almost questioning look which made her let out a long sigh. "Did you, by any chance, know someone called Patrick Moore?"

"I did, why?"

"He was," she began hesitantly, "he was my father. Ever since he died I've been reading his journals and your name kept appearing. Are you doing what he did? Are you an emissary?"

For a moment he looked a bit taken aback by her straightforward question but it was soon replaced with an understanding smile. "You knew Zoe was perfectly healthy, didn't you?" he then asked, and the question was answered by the girl with a simple nod. "Why now? Why are you so interested in this?"

Annie watched as he rested his hips against the other table with his hands folded over his chest, his eyes never leaving hers. Gulping loudly, the girl walked over to the impatient Australian Shepherd and crouched next to her, eventually kissing her forehead before answering the question. "I always liked his stories. After he died I obviously missed him and went through his books and journals in hope it would make me feel better. My mom also told me a lot of things and everything began to make sense when… You know what? That's not important."

"I'm interested."

"I started looking for something on different websites about the supernatural. On one I found this story earlier this year, posted by a guy who calls himself Roscoe. He was asking for help and advice because he was certain his best friend had been bitten by a werewolf, and everything he wrote seemed way too familiar, not like in other cases when people were clearly messing with each other or were simply delusional. So I wrote and started helping him, telling things I'd learned from my father's books, and soon it turned out he lives in Beacon Hills. During one of our first conversations he even mentioned a guy called Derek Hale and I'd already heard this surname in a story of my father's," she explained but stopped as if she was only taking a short break to think.

Though Dr. Deaton had clearly perfected his poker face over the years, for a fleeting moment he let this mask slip and she could tell the name Derek Hale wasn't unfamiliar to him. Shaking her head, Annie decided to play along for now and went on with her little story.

"I don't really know why but I liked it. I mean, I was helping someone who was clearly desperate to get answers and who knows, there's a chance this feeling is exactly why my father did this, too. He was giving advices to an alpha werewolf which is clearly more important than helping another teenager who had no idea what was going on around him exactly."

"Maybe he did," Dr. Deaton suddenly spoke up, holding back a laugh. When the girl gave him a questioning look, he went on, "Maybe your friend, Roscoe, knew what was going on, he just didn't know what to do to help his friends. It's a big difference. Look, is it just me, or are you here because you want to do what your father did?"

Annie bit her lower lip and looked down at her sneakers. "Maybe. I don't know. Sometimes I have a feeling his books and journals aren't enough to teach me everything. I guess I need some help. I need some sort of a mentor," she admitted.

Silence. Again.

She had a feeling it was a bad idea to come here after all and he thought she was stupid or something. Maybe it was time to go. Letting out a sigh, she stood up and grabbed Zoe's leash to get her off the table. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come here like that. Goodbye," she told him with a forced smile. "Come on, sweetie, let's go."

"I didn't say I wouldn't help you," Dr. Deaton said to stop her. When Annie turned around, he continued. "But I need you to be a hundred percent sure that this is what you want. If you decide to learn from me, the least I need from you is to come here after the end of the current semester and stay for the Summer. If your mother can't come here with you, you can stay in my house, I have enough space. Your father was a good person, a great advisor to the alpha he worked with, and if you're anything like him, I'd be happy to help."

"Seriously?" Annie asked incredulously.

"Yes, seriously. Also, one thing you told me gave me an idea." The girl tilted her head to the side, just about to ask him what was that supposed to mean. "You'll find out if you decide to come here."

She didn't say yes right away, only asked for a day or two to think about the offer. After saying goodbye, Annie walked out of the building and sat in the back seat with Zoe right next to her. After giving her mother a quick update, she pulled out the tablet from her bag and opened the last email she'd received from Roscoe. Apparently Dr. Deaton knew exactly who Roscoe really was. At least she finally found out that he wasn't some random nutjob and everything he'd told her so far was true. Which meant something was seriously wrong with Beacon Hills. But, she thought as she looked out of the window, scratching the back of Zoe's ear, maybe it was worth the risk to spend the Summer here and be trained to become an emissary, just like her father used to be.

~ \_(ツ)_/ ~

From: Roscoe

To: Zoe

Hey,

Good news, Beacon Hills is officially kanima and psycho hunter free now! Also, it turned out that my dear friend can be pretty clever sometimes. I swear I'll tell you all the details but I'm dead tired so I guess I'll just sleep through the next two days.

Roscoe

I guess you already know that Annie's username was her dog's name. Anyway, how did you like it? Should I even continue this? I'm not sure anymore.