𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐘𝐎𝐓𝐄
i'm everything you can't control

"I think I found something," Stiles spoke up as soon as Scott and Alex rejoined him, their minds still puzzling over the fact that Malia was a werecoyote.

Looking towards Stiles, Alex added. "So did we."

And with that, Stiles was back tracking with Scott and Alex in tow. All three teenagers had found something of use - if you considered a nasty coyote den important.

Stiles crouched down in front of the rock opening, shining his flashlight within the confined space. He then crawled in, Scott and Alex had been quick to follow.

Alex had been a little reluctant, something in the back of her mind was screaming at her not to go in there, that it was wrong to invade the coyote's den. But they were trying to help Stiles' dad solve one more case while he still held the title as Sheriff.

As it turned out, Agent McCall, Scott's father, had been assigned to investigate Sheriff Stilinski - searching for good enough reasons to have him impeached. Carter already though Scott's father was a dick, from what Stiles had told her, but that just proved her opinion.

"It's a coyote den," Stiles explained, allowing the beam of light to shine upon the young girl's belongings.

"Werecoyote," Alex corrected.

Stiles reached out, grabbing the small blue winter-jacket lying in the den, lifting it up and holding it out for Scott and Alex to see. "You see this? This is Malia's. Remember, it's the same one she was wearing in the photo."

The three of them all huddled around the object in question, they were silent for a moment.

"We shouldn't be in here," Scott voiced Alex's thoughts and she nodded in agreement as Stiles turned to look at them.

"What do you mean?"

"She's not going to come back now," Alex explained, her eyes widening. "We just invaded her home." Glancing back toward her friends, she added, "Our scent's going to be everywhere - I can smell them now."

Stiles furrowed his brows. "If she's not going to come back here, where's she going to go?"

"I don't know."

"Can you track her now?" Stiles asked, realizing that now they were actually inside Malia's den and that her scent must be flooding the den as of right now. "You think you got her scent?"

Scott shook his head slowly, "Maybe, but I'm better at this when I'm a full wolf. And I'm still worried that if I do it, I won't be able to turn back."

"The door's still open." Stiles mumbled then turned to the blonde. "What about you, Alex?"

"Everything smells like dirt and pine to me." She crossed her arms, sniffing the air. "There is a small scent of wet dog, but it's not attainable enough." She looked at the boys. "Sorry."

"If we can't track her and if we can't get to Derek, we're gonna have to find someone else to help." Scott stood up, facing his best friend and the original. "This is basically a crime scene, right? I think it might be a little out of my boss's league."

"And more in my dad's."

"YOU'RE sure it was her?" Noah asked them with disbelieving eyes.

Alex nodded. "I look her right in the eyes. And they glowed just like mine and Scott's."

"It makes sense, Dad," Stiles piped in from beside Scott.

"But it wasn't a girl," Stilinski reminded them, still having trouble grasping their theory. "It was a four-legged coyote, right?"

"Well, okay. But yeah, see, that's the part that we don't exactly have figured out yet," Stiles informed his father, hands on his hips.

"Okay, but if it was a full moon and she did change while her mom was driving, then anything could've happened," Alex butted in, crossing her arms. "On my first full moon, I massacred a whole camp sight", she told then shamefully. "I didn't have any control and plus, at that time, I hadn't eaten in days because I was so worried about the whole ritual that had to happen to get me to where I am right now."

"Horrible things could've happened. Ripping, shredding, tearing things." Stiles made clawing gestures, bringing them back onto the path of Malia.

"Which is probably what caused the accident," Scott explained, and Alex nodded her head in agreement. 

"Think about it, Dad, all right," Stiles began, starting to explain the entire car accident from beginning to end. "They're driving, Malia starts to change, she goes out of control, the mom crashes and everybody dies-" 

"Except for Malia," Scott interjected. 

"She blames herself, all right, goes off running into the woods and eventually becomes trapped inside the body of a coyote." Stiles finished.

Sheriff Stilinski nodded in response to their words, "That makes sense." The three teenagers glanced between one another, slightly relieved by how quick he had been to agree with them. "In a Chinese folktale!" And just like that, their grins fell. "Kids, this is — this is insane. I need this kept quiet. The three of you, not a word. I don't want anyone hearing about this. I especially don't want Mr. Tate hearing about this."

STILES and Alex walked down the halls with Noah, people peaking out of their classrooms as they spoke about Malia.

"A couple of students said they saw it running across the field and back into the woods," Noah Stilinski informed them. "Thank God, nobody got hurt."

"What happens if she does hurt someone?"

"Most likely they'll have to put it down," Noah told them, sighing.

"Put her down?" Alex asked incredulously. "Excuse me, Noah, but You're forgetting about one thing, the 'it' you are speaking of is a girl. The girl you have been looking for." She crossed her arms, glaring at him. If she has anything to do about it, she would not let Malia get hurt no matter what. 

"I believe there are a lot of things I don't understand yet," Noah simply told her, stopping in his tracks. "But that doesn't mean that everything and anything imaginable is suddenly possible." He heaved out a sigh. "Now, are you 100% sure that this is a girl and not an animal?"

"Yes." Stiles flailed his arms around. "Because Scott and Alex is sure." They looked down the hall at Scott who had been listening in on their conversation.

"All right, let's get this figured out."

"XYLAZINE," Deaton said, placing three clear bottles onto the vet table. "It's a tranquilizer for horses. For a werecoyote, expect it to work within seconds. I only have three. So whoever's shooting, needs to be a damn good shot." 

Stiles, Alex, Scott, and Isaac all stood around an operation table in the back of the animal clinic. They were currently seeking Deaton's help on something they couldn't do themselves. Malia's own father was out for the coyote's blood without even realizing that it was his daughter, and they had to make sure that didn't happen.

"Allison's a perfect shot," Scott announced, nodding his head at Deaton.

Isaac, who had remained silent until now, spoke out, "Well, she used to be."

"She can do it," Scott urged, completely believing in his ex-girlfriend's ability to shoot any target with undeniable accuracy. 

"If we manage to find the thing." 

"Okay, what is the point of him?" Stiles huffed out, pointing an annoyed finger in Isaac's direction. "Seriously, I mean, what is his purpose? Aside from the persistent negativity and the scarf? What's up with the scarf anyway? It's like sixty-five degrees out."

Alex sighed. "Stiles," she gained his attention, "let's get back on the subject, please."

"Look, maybe I'm asking a question no one here wants to ask," Isaac fired at Stiles, glancing around at all of them. "How do we turn a coyote back into a girl, when she hasn't been a girl for eight years?"

"I can do it," Alex spoke up, placing her hand on the desk.

"No," Deaton spoke, "It has to be Scott. If he doesn't learn to do this, his door will stay open."

"You remember the night that Peter trapped us in the school?" Scott asked Stiles. "In the gym, he was able to make me turn using just his voice. Deucalion did the same thing in the distillery."

"This is a werecoyote, Scott," Deaton told him. "Who knows if it'll even work if you can find someone who can teach you."

"That's why you called Derek, first." Alex sighed, looking at Scott. 

"Yeah, I could try it on my own. But right now, I'm too scared to even change into just a werewolf," Scott mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

"We need a real Alpha," Stiles spoke up. "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—"

"Up?" Isaac offered and Alex snorted in amusement.

"Great," Scott huffed out, "I'm an Alpha with performance issues."

Alex shook her head and chuckled. "I can help you with that."

"ANYONE else think we might be doing more harm than good?" Lydia questioned as they all joined up in the middle of the woods.

"We're trying to keep a father from killing his own daughter," as Scott spoke those words, it triggered something inside Alex and she started remembering every bad thing Mikael had ever done to her.

"Actually," Isaac cut in, frowning slightly as he processed the words in his mind. "We're trying to keep a guy from killing a coyote who is actually his daughter, who we don't know how to change from a coyote back to his daughter."

Stiles' eyes narrowed at Isaac, still annoyed from what he had said while they were at the clinic. "And against with the not helping."

Isaac gave a sarcastic smile toward Stiles, nodding his head while he fought the urge to speak out against the boy.

Alex and Scott both shared a look with each other, rolling their eyes at the two teens' bickering.

Scott turned to look over at Allison, "Did you bring it?"

Allison remained silent, popping the trunk to her car so she could receive the gun that she had unintentionally pointed at Isaac's head half an hour earlier. Allison was obviously nervous and terrified at the idea of being relied on so heavily to shoot Malia with the xylazine, she was sure how accurate her aim was after everything she had been experiencing.

"Okay, let's get down to business," Alex said, clapping her hands.

"You just had to finish this conversation with a song, didn't you?" Stiles asked her in amusement.

"Yup."

"SCOTT, it's me, you got to call me back as soon as you can," Stiles spoke into the phone, his voice frantic. "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."

"Guys?"

"Yeah," Stiles and Alex both muttered, not paying attention to Lydia.

"Guys!"

They quickly turned around to only find Lydia standing in a bear trap. Alex's eyes widened because as soon as Lydia went to say something else, a loud echoing scream interrupted her. Isaac. Alex whipped around to face where the scream was coming from, her worry getting the best of her.

"Lydia, don't move," Alec heard Stiles speak to Lydia as she debated whether or not to stay and help her or go help Isaac.

"Look for a warning label."

"A warning label?"

"Instructions on how to disarm it."

Alex then thought that she should help Lydia because she doesn't have any healing abilities like Isaac does.

"We don't have to disarm it," Alex spoke up which made them turn to face her. "Lydia, stay still, I'm gonna grab you real quick." She nodded her head in fright.

In less than a second, Alex flashed forward, gripped her waist, and pulled her up and away from the bear trap. She looked down at Lydia who held her arms around her neck, still looking terrified. "You can let go now, Lydia," the blonde told her teasingly.

"Oh, yeah," she mumbled, her face turning red as she let go of Alex.

"Okay." Alex chuckled before turning to Stiles. "I'm gonna go help Scott." He nodded his head at her and in a flash, she was out of his sight.

ALEX joined Scott who was currently chasing after Malia. She flashed myself in front of her, making her stop in her tracks, her cold steel blue eyes on her small frame.

Alex looked over her and at Scott who nodded at her, and in sync, they transformed and roared as loud as possible, making the ground beneath them shake.

When they stopped, they stood up fully and stared down at the girl who took the coyote's place. She was beautiful with brown hair and brown eyes. And even though she was covered in dirt and leaves, Alex couldn't help but still think she was one of the most attractive girls she has ever met.

"Malia," Alex spoke in a whisper which made the girl turn to her abruptly. As their eyes connected, so did their hearts. Alex's heart reached out to her and she realized why. Malia was troubled, she was troubled. Malia had a hard past, she had a hard past.

And Alex guessed that was why she bent down and pulled the naked girl into a hug.