I'm in a glass box again, except the walls start closing in. I start having an asthma attack, banging on the glass. A message is written on the glass in black ink. 'Derek Hale Can't Escape Death'. Under it, it says, 'And neither can you and Stiles'. I jolt awake. I'm in my bed, my mom standing over me, with my asthma pump in her hand. "Sweetie, are you okay? You looked like you couldn't breathe."

"I'm fine."

"Well, Scott is downstairs getting breakfast. You have twenty minutes to get ready. Chop, chop."

I take a quick shower and throw on all black. I leave my hair out, grab my keys and book bag. I run to the garage, in time to drive next to Scott. In class, Stiles uses his Samsung Galaxy Note 10.1 to show me an Allison the location of Malia's den. "I think you're right about her not going back to the den. Coyotes don't like wolves and they're really smart. If they don't want to be heard, they walk on their toes," Allison explains.

"Coyotes tiptoe?" Stiles asks.

Allison rolls her eyes. "They tiptoe."

The school bell rings and Kira, brimming with nervous energy, awkwardly approaches me and Scott. "Hi! I'm Kira. You already knew that. I don't know why I just told you that again. Anyways, I have something for you two."

"For us?" Scott says.

She starts to go through her bag. "Yeah, about the Bardos. My explanation was all over the place. So, I did some research and I printed it out."

"Kira, you didn't have to do that," I say, moving hair from my face.

"Oh, no. It only took me a couple hours. I printed two separate ones for the both of you."

"Wow, then you really didn't have to do that," Scott says.

"Kira!" her father calls, approaching us. "You forgot the research you did for the boy you like and his sister."

My mouth falls open. Kira is mortified. Scott looks happy and a little excited. Kira's father starts class. We're apparently learning about the internment camps the government forced Asian-Americans into during World War II.

He calls on Stiles to read in front of the class. I finish up my sketch of Derek when I notice Stiles begins to panic. Scott and I rush him from the room. In the restroom, Stiles is gasping. He says he thinks he is in a dream. Scott assures him he is not and gets him to count his fingers and this calms Stiles considerably. "Stiles, you're gonna be okay," I tell him.

"Am I? Are you two? Scarlett is having night terrors about Derek, you two can't transform, Allison is being haunted by her dead aunt. And Scarlett and I are straight up losing our minds."

Scott looks at me but I avoid his eyes. I go out in the hall and text Derek again. I look up from my phone and I'm at the loft. I walk down the stairs and stand by the big window. I turn to a tall man covered in old medical tape. He's wearing a leather jacket and jeans. I pin myself against the window. "Oh, dear, Scarlett. Like a lost puppy without her love."

He has fangs but they are soaked in some dark liquid that makes him talk weird. He starts limping closer. "You can't save everyone. You can't save everyone from danger. Especially when you're the danger."

He's close enough to use his hand to tuck my hair behind my ear. "You and Stiles are the danger you claim to protect everyone from. Derek won't hesitate to kill you when he sees the evil that lives within you."

It slowly moves down to my heart. I close my eyes tight. But when I open them, Derek is in front of me. He's in his wolf form and his claws are right above my chest. He pulls back his hand and swings it toward me, I scream. I don't open my eyes until I feel strong arms wrap around my waist.

I relax into Scott's arms. Stiles is kneeling next to me as well. "Scott, we can't do this. We can't help Malia. We can't help anyone," I sob.

Scott doesn't say anything. He just holds me closer. Suddenly, he looks up and starts running toward the locker room. I follow behind him. We go around some lockers and came up behind Kira. Scott knocks over two lockers. We call the police. I don't stick around. I go home to rest a bit. Scott texts me to meet him at the Animal Clinic. Isaac arrives too. Scott texts Allison to get a gun so we can catch Malia. He turns and nods. Deaton gives us three tranquilizers for horses. "For a werecoyote, it's to work in seconds. But I only have three. So whoever is shooting, needs to be a damn good shot."

"Allison is a perfect shot," Scott says.

"She used to be," Isaac replies.

"She can do it," I say, looking at him. "If she can't, I will."

Stiles looks at me. "You know how to fire a sniper rifle?"

"Yeah, if I can shoot an arrow, I can shoot a sniper rifle."

"If we manage to find the thing," Isaac comments.

"Okay, what's the point of him? Seriously what's his purpose? Besides from the persistent negativity and the scarf. What's up with the scarf anyway? It's 65° out," Stiles rants.

"Stiles," I say in a soft tone.

"Okay, maybe I'm asking the question no one here wants to ask. How do we turn a coyote back into a girl when she hasn't been a girl for eight years?"

"We can do it," Scott replies.

"You can?" Stiles asks.

"Yeah, remember when Peter trapped us in the school?"

"In the gym, he was able to make us turn, just using his voice. Deucalion did the same in the distillery," I explain.

"This is a werecoyote, Scarlett. Who knows if it'll even work if you can find someone who can teach you," Deaton points out

"That's why you called Derek first," Stiles says.

"We can try on our own. Right now, we're scared to turn into just a werewolf," Scott admits.

"We need a real Alpha," Stiles mumbles.

Scott and I look at him with hurt. "You know what I mean. An Alpha that can do Alpha things. An Alpha that can get it going, get it.."

"Up?" Isaac adds.

"Right, we're Alphas with performance issues," Scott says.

"Is there anyone besides Derek who can help?" Deaton asks.

"I wouldn't trust Peter," Isaac says.

"Maybe the twins?" Stiles suggests.

"They're not Alphas anymore," I reply.

"After what Jennifer did, almost killing them, it broke that part of them," Deaton explains.

"Yeah, but what if they know how to do it?" Stiles asks.

"But no one's seen them for weeks," I say.

"That's, uh, not completely true," Stiles replies

We get to Derek's loft with Lydia. When we open the door, no one is inside. "They said they would meet us here," Lydia says.

Scott and I stand by the door. A silver runs down my spin and I turn to dodge a blow to my face. I dodge another. A set of hands throws me and Scott to the ground. We roll and I look up to see the twins. Ethan grabs me and Aiden grabs Scott. Ethan hits me several times in the chest. He takes a few to my face. I feel blood drip from my nose. I get a glance at Scott and he's getting the same treatment.

They let us fall to the ground. "I thought you guys were gonna teach us how to roar," Scott manages to choke out.

"We are. You do it by giving in and letting go. That's how Deucalion taught us to control," Aiden explains.

He grabs us again and sets us to our feet. Stiles points out how he tried using the heart monitors and lacrosse balls. "But, you're right. Beating the living crap out of them is a lot better."

"That's the plan?" Scott asks with blood on his face.

"To kick our ass?" I exclaim.

"You're afraid to turn. We're gonna make you," Aiden says.

"You turn, then you kick our asses," Ethan also says. "Then you roar."

Ethan roars, making me and Scott flinch. They start to beat us up again. "Come on, give me your all. We can always heal."

"You two are Alphas. You wanna roar like one? You gotta give it full throttle. You gotta be monsters, become the beast, become everything you're scared of," Aiden shouts.

"That's what gives you power and strength," Ethan says.

Scott and I try to swing at them but fail. They take more blows at us and I feel my body giving in. You're small, Scarlett. You can't keep up. I get aggravated and clench my fist. Ethan goes for another swing at me but I look up and howl at him, echoing through the whole loft. I even catch myself off guard. He falls to his knees, his eyes glowing blue. I sigh and fall to the ground.

Scott charges at Aiden but Aiden throws him down on a table. I run toward him but he hits me hard in my chest with his elbow. I fall back to the ground, gasping for air. Aiden continues to hit Scott until Ethan convinces him to stop.

I spit up blood and stay on the ground. The next day, we drive out into the woods. Stiles and Lydia in the Jeep, me and Scott on our motorcycles and Allison and Isaac and Chris' car. "Anyone else thinks we're doing more harm than good?" Lydia asks, after an awkward silence.

"We're trying to keep a father from killing his own daughter," Scott replies.

"We're actually keeping a guy from killing a coyote who's actually his daughter who we don't know how to change the coyote back to his daughter," Isaac points out.

"And again, with the non-helping," Stiles says.

Scott turns to Allison. "Did you bring it?"

She reaches into the trunk and pulls out a rifle. Scott and I ride off on our motorcycles. I followed behind him but, out of nowhere, I hear Isaac scream in agony. It throws us off track and we fall over. We see Malia so we run on either side of her. Unfortunately, we start to lose her.

I look over at Scott and he nods. We both wolf out, helping us pick up our pace. Scott jumps down in front of her and I jump behind her, cornering. Now in full wolf form, we're crouched on either side of her.

She growls at us but we counter with loud, Alpha roars that echo through the woods. She starts to back up and slowly turn into a human girl. She looks up, sits up, looks at her hands and back at us. She looks around, curious. Stiles goes with his dad to take Malia home. I stay at home and sit in front of my window, wondering where Derek could be. Come back to me, please.

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