Stiles' POV

I stare down at my feet as I lean forwards, my mind going blank. It was hard for me to figure out what emotion I was feeling; mostly since I was angry at Cole and Avery, yet I was feeling sympathetic towards Allison about all of this, but then again, I was scared. Sure, I've been in jail plenty of times, but never for a real reason. The only time I've been in this type of spot in a police station was either when I was waiting for my dad to get done with work while I did my homework and when Aiden had died.

Allison taps her leg beside me as she bites her nails, not saying a single word. Cole doesn't make a move as he leans up against the bench, his arms crossed in front of his chest. Something about the way he was sitting pissed me off even more, but I couldn't figure out why. Everything about Cole Clearwater right now was pissing me off.

The room we were in was so deathly quiet, you could probably hear a pen drop if someone were to drop one. I knew what the next step was for us: interrogation. They can only keep us here for 24 hours unless they have further reason to...just like what had happened with Isaac when he had been bitten.

My eyes flick up from the floor then when I hear the door open, seeing a tall man wearing a police uniform step inside. "Stiles Stilinski, follow me please."

I take a deep breath as I sit up, about to stand before I feel Allison take my hand. My eyes flash over to her to see her looking at me; a look on her face that told me that it was going to be okay. I smile faintly at her before the man hurries me, causing my hand to slip out of her grasp.

I stick my hands into my hoodie pocket as he leads me to a separate room, making me walk inside first. He points at a chair for me to sit in as I do so, pulling it up closer to the edge of the table in the room. There was nothing in the room other than the table and two chairs; not to mention the large glass window on the left side that was obviously one sided...just like in the movies.

The man sits down right in front of me as I catch his name tag, it reading Trevor Torres. "Would you like water or anything?"

"I'm fine," I mutter out, wanting to get this over with. "What do you want to know?"

He raises his eyebrow before looking back down at his paper. "You know why you're here, correct?"

"I'm here to be interrogated, but I'm not sure why," I remark.

He reads the paper. "You and the rest of your friends are suspects in the kidnapping of Avery Carson. You have the right to-"

"I know my rights, just get on with it," I say, sitting back in my chair as I tap my fingers on the table. For some reason, I wasn't nervous about this at all. Maybe it was because I'm used to seeing police officers everyday.

He gives me the stink eye before clearing his throat, starting the questions as he sets the paper down. "Okay Stiles, so tell me, where were you yesterday night?"

"Yesterday night? I was at my dorm, waiting for Allison to get back from work." I state, not lying technically.

Torres leans on the table. "You didn't see Avery Carson at all that night?"

My heart races a little bit faster in my chest. "No, not at all."

He thought I was lying; I could tell by his face. "Did you stay at home all night, Stilinski? Or were you in Milton Woods for some time?"

"Milton Woods?" I furrow my eyebrows, focusing on my heart rate. "Why in the world would I be out there in the middle of the night?"

"Avery claims that you and your friends had drug her out there...naked," he finishes, making goosebumps rise on my arms for some odd reason. It was cold in here.

I stick with my story. "She must have tripped and hit her head on a rock, because I was never out there that night. All I did was sit in my dorm, watch Wheel of Fortune, and wait for Allison to get back before going to bed."

"What about this morning?" he questions, continuing on from my story. "Are you linked to the actions of Cole Clearwater this morning?"

"I'm not linked to anything," I snap, crossing my arms. "All I did was wake up this morning, made me some nice smily face pancakes with whipped cream and strawberries, and then drove over to Cole's with Allison like we do almost every weekend."

"And you claim to have no known connection or information of Avery Carson during all of this?"

"No, sir."

He jots a few things down with the pencil in his hand before looking up at me, folding his hands on the table. "Here's the deal, Stiles. Something about this story isn't adding up to me. How can a poor helpless girl come running into the police station swearing that people were after her and be lying? Something else that doesn't make much sense to me is your background records. It says here that you've been tied to three investigations in a town called Beacon Hills, all dealing with the word werewolves. Now I don't know if that's a coincidence or not, but correct me if I'm wrong if there isn't something else more there."

I stare at him for a dull moment, hatred filling my eyes with his attitude towards me. "Let me tell you something as well, officer Torres. I'm not the bad guy here. I'm not the one who's sitting in here questioning a guy that clearly has no idea what is going on, wasting time, when I could be out looking for the person who's been killing multiple innocent people. How is that going, by the way? Doesn't even seem to me you guys have a lead."

"I'm not going to talk about other investigations with you," he says to me, eyes narrow.

I try and hide my smile. I got him right where I wanted. "And I'm not going to talk to you anymore about this one. I know that you can't keep my friends and I here if you don't have any solid evidence, and it doesn't appear to me that you guys do, other than the word from a girl that must have gotten a bump on the head."

I go to stand then as he does as well, eyes cold as stone. "You aren't allowed to leave, Stilinski."

"Oh, really? As far as I know, I have to be in custody for you guys to keep me here, and I'm not." I actually do smile then when I see his face drop. "But I mean, if I'm wrong, tell me. You might wanna tell my father that too, since he's a cop and all like you. Actually, he's the sheriff, even better."

He stares at me for a long moment before pointing a finger at me, knowing that I had gotten him. "I know something is up with you, Stilinski, and I'm going to figure out what."

"I'll see you around," I say sarcastically before walking out, heading back to the room that Allison and Cole were sitting in. Before long, I throw the door open to find the both of them still sitting there, their eyes looking up at me the moment I opened the door.

"Let's go."

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"You better pray that my dad didn't see this anywhere," Allison snaps as she leans her head up against the window of my Jeep, speaking to Cole specifically. "He turns people like you into fur coats."

Cole rolls his eyes, only making me more agitated towards him. "This isn't my fault."

"Whose else is it then?" Allison yells, finally letting it out. "If it wasn't for Stiles knowing our rights, then we could still be in there. We could have gone to jail, Cole."

"They couldn't have put us in jail for that-"

"We were accused for kidnapping and more than likely rape," I snap at him, remembering the look on Torres' face the moment he said the word naked. I knew he was hinting towards that charge. "You're telling me that that wouldn't land us a spot in a cell?"

"What else was I supposed to do?"

"You can't just kidnap people out of no where, Cole!" Allison yells. "We needed to explain everything to her, not just lock her up. This is what happens when you don't explain to people about this type of stuff!"

Cole's eyes shift out the window as he puffs his upper lip out, clearly angry. "People are dying. There was no time to explain."

The Jeep is silent for a long moment, and I didn't dare say a word either. It was like we were all thinking about what to do now, but we had no clue. I was always the one who came up with the plans when it came to this type of stuff, but right now, I had nothing. I couldn't even focus.

Allison's phone buzzes then as she picks it up, her head shaking from what she saw on the screen. "It's Avery."

My eyes flick over towards her. "Answer it."

Allison takes a deep breath before pressing the speaker button as I drive down the road, holding it out before speaking. "Hello?"

"Allison, where are you?" she says, not sounding like the Avery I imagined. I imagined her yelling through the phone at Allison, but instead, she sounded worried.

Allison furrows her eyebrows. "Why? You going to sick the police after us again?"

She takes a deep breath through the phone. "I'm sorry, okay? I-I just don't understand what's going on, and I'm ready to listen again. Please, can you meet me?"

I look back up at the road then, turning the corner as blurred images of trees go flashing by. "You're sure?"

"Positive," Avery confirms as I look ahead, slamming on the breaks. Allison clutches the phone in her hands as everyone goes flying forwards, holding onto their seats. The Jeep screeches to a halt as I take a deep breath, eyes wide at what had just happened.

Cole growls lowly. "Stiles, what the h-"

He stops then as he looks up at the road, just like me. We all were looking now at the turned over car lying in the ditch. Allison quickly tells Avery that she'll call her back before hanging up, but by then, I was already out of the Jeep and dashing over towards the vehicle. I wanted to tell Allison to stay in the Jeep, but I knew she wouldn't listen to me no matter what she said. Cole follows as well as we all run over to the black SUV.

"Hello!" I shout, hoping to hear a reply. My stomach sinks at the idea of whoever being inside being dead, or if there was more than one person inside. Cole gets in front of me as he gets down on his hands and knees, looking up inside of the SUV.

He holds his breath. "There's no one in here."

I furrow my eyebrows. "What do you mean no one is in there?"

I get down just like him then, looking up inside to see an empty seat. The whole car was empty. It wasn't until a few seconds later that I looked to my left and saw the windshield broken. My first thought was that the driver had been flung from the vehicle, but then my thought stopped short.

Around the edges of the window were claw marks.

Allison notices this as well as we exchange a glance, causing me to stand up slowly. I cautiously take a couple of steps around to the front of the SUV, looking to where the person must have landed...possibly. Allison, Cole, and I search through the tall grass for the driver, not finding them for the longest time. After about five minutes of looking, I find her deeper into the woods, no way being ejected from her car this far out in this direction.

I stare down at her, it all coming to be in bits and pieces. The girl was dead for sure; must be a mother with how old she appeared to be. Claw marks etched across her abdomen and x's covered both of her eyes. And last but not least, lying about five feet away was her left hand.

Avery couldn't have done this. The blood was fresh; she wasn't even anywhere near here. She was just on the phone with Allison. Suddenly then, everything hit me. Avery wasn't the murderer. She wasn't the black dog.

She was framed.

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ANOTHER PLOT TWIST? ah I'm getting good at these.

So the question still remains...who is the black dog? And what is the motive?

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