Scott and Stiles had phone me about what Deaton had told them, about a door being open into their minds, and I told them they had to shut that door. If it's left open, things can twist their way inside and it wasn't going to be pleasant for them.

Night had came, and I had been buried in books and my eyes were now drowning in them, but I couldn't find anything more that would be useful to us. The outcome was the same for them all, death, the last stage. I sighed as I dropped the book down onto the kitchen counter as I had sat at the island counter for a change. A wine glass filled with blood - only half-way, as it sat on the counter as well. I lifted the glass up and took a sip, tasting the sweet taste of blood, dance along my taste-buds. I relaxed in the high-chair, as I felt total clam and not stressed out of my head. But I was waiting for the other shoe to drop...

I place the wine glass back down on the counter, and hovered my hand over my phone and picked it up. I looked at the screen but I had no messages, no phone calls. I was kind of surprised.

"Well, an early night for me," I replied to myself, as I place my phone back down onto the counter and picked up the wine glass again, and swung the blood back, gulping it down like there wasn't any tomorrow, but it tasted so good going down my throat.

I believe this was the first night that I've had in awhile that I've actually gone to bed early and nothing supernatural happen, or Scott or Stiles needed me for something. So, it felt good to have a night to myself...

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The next day had approached, Scott and Stiles had wanted to talk to Allison and I, before their class and our classes started. They of course had filled us in what was happening. I stood in-between Stiles and Allison as Stiles began to show us on his tablet a map of Beacon Hills woods. "Here's where we found the den. It's right in the middle of the hiking trails," Stiles had pointed out the blue pin in the map on the tablet.

"Well, that could narrow it down. Coyotes travel in fixed trails," Allison had said as she leans over and uses her index finger to follow the trail on the map. "But 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 actually walk on their toes," Allison had given us some information on the subject, but I was still having doubts about a Coyote being a girl called Malia.

"Coyotes tip-toe?" Stiles had asked, clearly impressed with the new information.

"They tip-toe," Allison gave his a look, but he mouths something and I didn't quite get it, as he turned his gaze to Scott. Suddenly, the bell rings for classes to begin, as Allison looks up to the bell. "We got to go, but send me the pinned location," Allison had said as she grabs me by the hand and we go to our next class together.

As she pulled me to our next class, my mind had gone somewhere, somewhere that I didn't think about much, about what effects it would have on everyone around me... Tell them that I'm a vampire. The first time I came back, Allison was the first person that I told, the first person that knew my secret. That I was a Witch, but the other-side of me, the vampire side. I wanted to tell her, to tell her what I truly was because what can of friend would I be? If our friendship was based on lies... But the fear was heavy and loosing her and the rest of my friends, I couldn't bare at this moment in time...

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Lesson had finished, and police were all over, Malia or maybe just a Coyote had gotten into the school and went after Kira. I was unsure at this moment in time, as I stood in the boys locker room, with Scott and Stiles. Scott was kneeling down checking his bag that he forgotten in the classroom same with Stiles, as Stiles had a panic attack of some sorts. The details were very minimal as we had this alleged attack on our hands.

"Scott. I think I know what she was looking for," Stiles had came over with his bag, and pulled it open and pulled out a doll. I frowned at the doll, why would she want a doll.

"You took the doll from the car?" Scott had asked, as I guess they found it on their travels last night.

"Yeah, I thought you could use it, you know, for like her scent. Or Alice could use her witchy-woo powers on it," Stiles had replied as I looked at him with a defeat look on my face.

"Still doesn't work like that," I replied back at him as he just shrugs off my comment.

"Where did you get that?" A deep voice had came to play, as I shot my head to the door. "Where did you find this?" He had raised his voice and walked in and grabbed the doll out of Stiles's hand. He looks over at the doll for a moment, tears clearly coming. "It belonged to my daughter," his voice sounded lost.

Stiles's Father had came over, rather too quickly to save our asses. "Mr. Tate, I don't know how you heard about this. If you got your own police scanner or what... But you can't be here," the Sheriff states, as he places a hand on Mr. Tate to escort him out, but he felt something he hand on him. The Sheriff pulls back Mr. Tate's jacket to see a gun in a holster.

"I have a permit," Mr. Tate quickly replies.

"California Schools are gun free zones, permit or no permit. You need to leave, Mr. Tate. Now," Sheriff informed him as he started to guide him out the door, before another police officer had came up to grab him but pulled away.

"You find that animal. You find that thing," Mr. Tate replies as he thinks that the Coyote is the one that killed his family, but he has no idea on what that Coyote is. But I had faith in Scott, that he knows it was a girl and not just a Coyote. But I believe Scott was coming up with a plan to get the Coyote...

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Scott and Stiles had gone to Deaton for help, as they needed something to get the Malia and he would have a way. Allison had gotten a gun that would allow her to shoot at the Coyote and knock it out for us too get too. But I think in her state as I've heard from Lydia and Isaac that she hasn't got a steady hand anymore due to these visions she's having. But I was holding onto faith that she can control her fears and shoot.

The plan was in motion, Allison and Isaac had done the perorations for the sniper rifle, using tranquillisers darts to hit Malia with. Scott, Lydia and Stiles had gone to Derek's loft last night to meet the Twins, to teach Scott how too shift someone between states because he was an Alpha now, he could do this. I on the other-hand had looked through my Grimoire's to find any spell that would let me change her back into herself. The only spell I had found was Werewolf ones, and she wasn't a werewolf...

I had rode with Allison and Isaac as I had met them at Allison's apartment. We arrived on the outskirts of the woods, just as Stiles's Jeep and Scott's motorcycle had pulled in. We exited the car as did everyone else with their vehicles. For an odd reason we all stared at one another, as we wasn't sure about this plan, and it didn't sit so well with me.

"Does anyone feel like we might be doing more harm than good?" I had asked aloud as they took their gazes towards me.

"We're trying to keep a father from killing his own daughter," Scott had said to me, but we still didn't know if it was.

"Actually, we're trying to keep a guy from killing a coyote," Isaac had replied. "Who is actually his daughter, who we don't know how to change from a coyote back to his daughter," at least someone here was being open-minded about our chances.

"And again with the not helping," Stiles replied to Isaac at this moment in time he wasn't helping the situation.

Scott had turned his gaze to Allison. "Did you bring it?" He asks, as she stood at the boot of the car and lifts it up and then pulls out a sniper rifle and held it with a tight grip. She closes the boot after a moment, and came near us.

Suddenly, I heard a few gun shoots that were in the distance, and I think Isaac and Scott heard them too. Without wasting any time, Scott jumps on his bike and starts it up and rides into the woods. As Isaac ran began to run, as Allison and I ran after him.

We ran for a few moments cleared the sights of Stiles and Lydia, and we turn a corner passing a tree as we stood still waiting for Isaac to stiff her out again. But a few more gunshots had been shot and we all twisted out heads to the noise. We began to run again, but Isaac was way in front wanting to catch up with Scott or to catch Malia. But we lost sight of him for a moment, as Allison had told him to wait, but he didn't listen.

Just then, a loud manly scream had pierced the air, and we came to a stop, we could see Isaac crouched down and I could smell the blood from here, he's hurt. We wasted no time in getting to him, to see that he had his foot caught in a bear-trap and it was clamped down tight.

"Allison, there he is," Isaac replied, pushing through the pain, as Allison looks out to the distance to look at Mr. Tate. As I had gotten down and looked at Isaac's foot, blood poured from the holes that the trap had made. "Hit Tate. Use the tranq on him. Okay?" Isaac was trying to help Allison gain control of her fear. However, she was shaking vigorously, and her aim was going to be so off. I could do it, but she needed to conquer her fear.

"Okay. Come on," she tries give herself confidence. She shoots, but it hits a tree instead of Mr. Tate.

"Allison," I spoke as I stood from the ground and went to her side. "Allison!" She had finally cocked her head towards me, her eyes burning into mine as she held tears in them. "Breath," she took a deep breath as she aims the sniper again, and looked down into the scope. She began to whisper in French, it was their new code, she had told me it in French but I knew what it meant. 'We protect those who cannot protect themselves'. She fires again, and the dart had zoomed in the air for a moment, until it had hit Mr. Tate in the shoulder. He drops his gun and follows to the floor, but Allison aims the gun to where Malia was suppose to be, but she was gone.

"Guys, she's gone," Allison had said, as this wasn't good. She lowers the sniper and crouch besides Isaac who was having trouble getting his foot out of this trap.

"Hold still," I spoke to Isaac as I crouch beside Allison and held my hand flat out to the bear-trap. It began to shake, like someone strong was pulling it apart. I focused and the sharp points began to peel away from Isaac's foot, slowly, but surely. The trap began to pull away further, but a distance howl came to ear, making me lose focus as the the spell broke and had snapped back into his leg. But Isaac's eyes had turned yellow and his hands went to both sides of the trap and he pulled, while yelling through the pain. The trap breaks in half as his yells died down, and he drops the pieces, making us all sigh as he was ok.

"Scott did it," I spoke as I took my gaze to Allison and Isaac who nodded their head in agreement. I hope that the Coyote was turned back into that girl Malia, but she was have to adapt and live a new way....