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"Oh, I should have got a haircut," Sheriff grumbled while messing with his hair in the mirror.

"Well, you know, someone your age should be happy you still have hair to cut," Stiles said, earning a whack in the stomach from me. Stiles groaned and sent me a glare.

"You look very handsome, Sheriff," I said with a smile.

"Yeah, I think you look great," Scott agreed.

"Thank you, children-I-should-of-had," Sheriff smiled at us. Then his smile faded as he began to pull his tie off, "Oh, what the hell am I doing? This is a terrible idea."

"What? Dad, dad," Stiles jumped in and began to fix his tie and collar that he messed up. "It's one date, okay? The town of Beacon Hills won't implode while you're out with one woman." He glanced at Scott and I before returning his gaze back to his father, "Or man."

"It's a woman, Stiles."

Stiles's mouth formed into a goofy grin as he gave a nod, "Okay."

"A very beautiful woman."

"What beautiful woman, by the way?" Stiles asked in curiosity.

"None of your business," Sheriff said then looked at Scott and I. "You guys too."

"I want to know," Stiles's hummed.

"Yeah, me too," I said. "How about we make a deal? You tell me who you're going on a date with, and I'll tell you who I'm going on a date with?"

Sheriff furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the nice dress I was wearing, then to Stiles who was also dressed nice. "Seriously?"

"Eh, it was worth a shot," I shrugged. "Hopefully our date won't be interrupted with someone dying like last time."

"Stilinski!" All of out heads turned towards the door where Donovan was being escorted out in handcuffs. "Stinlinski!"

The three of us followed Sheriff out of his office to where Donovan was.

"I'm going to kill you," he threatened.

Sheriff seemed really chill with the situation, not fazed one bit. "Donovan, if you think that shocks me, remember it was well-documented in your Anger Expression Inventory. Deputies, escort the prisoner out."

They began to move him out the door but he fought against them and continued to blabber on, "I'm not angry like I'm going to throw a brick through your window. I'm angry, like I'm gonna find you, I'm gonna get a knife and I'm gonna stab you with until you're dead. And when you look at me and you ask me why, remember right now. Because this is why."

An eerie silence fell upon us as everyone gathered what he said. Then that silence was broken by Stiles, who thought it would be a smart idea to speak up at the very second. "Wow. That was awesome."

"Stiles," I hissed through gritted teeth.

"That was awesome. That was great." I don't think I've ever seen anyone more angry than Donovan is right this second. "We do one more? Give us another one, maybe like Christopher Walken this time, you know."

Donovan stayed silent.

"Okay, you know what? It's fine. You'll have plenty of time to work on it when you're in a tiny, little cell, you know. Just stuck there, forever."

A creepy smile crept upon Donovan's face, his eyes moving from Stiles onto me, trailing up and down my body.

"Mmm," was all he said, biting his lip. "I'm not gonna be in there forever, and when I get out, I'm coming for your little bitch right there. And then I'm gonna--"

"You better watch it," Stiles was no longer in a joking mood. He stepped in front of me and blocked my body from Donovan's view.

"Did I hit a soft spot there, Stilinski?" He let out a cold laugh that sent shivers down my spin. "Yeah, I'm gonna get my hands all over that tight little-"

Sheriff yelled at the deputies to get him out of here. They pulled and tugged him away but he was still screaming and yelling.

I felt disgusted after that. My body was shaking and I didn't even want to be in my own skin right now. The things he said and he yelled made me feel so filthy. All wanted to do now was cover up.

Stiles placed a hand on my shoulder which made me jump. I took a step away, not just from Stiles but Sheriff and Scott too. I felt utterly embarrassed at the things he said and the way he was looking at me like I was a piece of meat.

"Bri..."

"I'll be in the car," I mumbled.

I didn't even ask for the keys, Stiles just handed them to me knowingly.

When I got outside I got in the passenger seat then climbed in the back. I grabbed my bag which had my extra clothes. I figured something might happen tonight that would interfere with our date so I brought some leggings, my tennis shoes, and a sweatshirt. Even when I changed I felt like I needed to cover up more.

I don't know why this thing is bothering me so much. Usually I would ignore it and probably punch the guy in the face. But what he said just- ugh! I can't believe I let that guy get to me. He didn't even have to say much for it to get under my skin.

It didn't take long for Stiles and Scott to get in the jeep. I didn't move from the back so Scott sat in the front beside Stiles.

Stiles started up the jeep and, shocker, it didn't turn on.

Scott was staring at Stiles in a weird way.

"It's anxiety," was all Stiles said.

"What is?" Scott asked.

"The chemo-signals. Oh, I'm well aware of how you all monitor my emotional state. Yeah," Stiles grunted and turned the key again.

He let out a frustrated grunt and hit the steering wheel.

"You okay?" I asked.

"No, don't ask that. I should be asking you that. Why'd you freak out? That stuff never bothers you," He turned around in his seat and stared me down, like he was searching for something.

I stayed silent again and responded with a shrug. Him and Scott both stared at me, waiting for me to talk but when I didn't, they both gave up.

Stiles sighed and pulled his phone out of his pocket, "I got this from Braeden and few hours ago."

He handed the phone to Scott and showed him whatever it was.

"That's the first real bit of information we've gotten on the Desert Wolf in months."

"The Desert Wolf did this?" Scott asked in shock. I held my hand out and waited for him to give it to me.

"Yeah. And I'm the one who's been pulling on this thread."

The picture was awful. I couldn't even describe it. All the blood and... ugh.

"Stiles, maybe you should stop. Let Braeden handle this," I said.

Stiles started the jeep up again and it finally rumbled into life.

***

Red and Blue lights blinded us as we pulled up to the crime scene. We don't really know much other than we got a call from Lydia saying they, they being her, Kira and Malia, found a dead body, or bodies. Not sure yet.

"Scott, you saw this kid Donovan," Sherriff began as we approached him. "He wasn't like you, right?"

"I don't think so," Scott looked at Stiles and I.

"Unless he knows how to hide his scent," said Stiles.

"Well, human or otherwise, this kid might have just murdered his lawyer and mortally wounded two officers. We've got an APB out on him, but you think you can find him faster?" Sheriff asked Scott.

"I can try," Scott nodded.

"All right," Sheriff handed Scott a walkie-talkie. "Keep it on channel two."

Scott took the walkie and ran off. I couldn't help but smile. Here Sheriff was, coming for us for help. We weren't the ones forcing ourselves into it. This act shows us that Sheriff is finally trusting and accepting all this.

"You mind if I look around?" I asked Sheriff Stilinski. It wasn't really a question, more of me telling him that I'm gonna look around.

I walked towards the van and jumped onto the top with ease. Standing firm on my feet I bent down and noticed claw marks across the top.

"Brianna, get down from there. This is a crime scene. I can't have you touching and contaminating things," Sheriff said as him and Stiles walked up to the side of the van.

"What if this wasn't Donovan?" I asked.

"I'm guessing you've already got a theory," Sheriff said while scratching his head.

"Yeah, I think I do."

I stood back up, looking around at my surroundings. I had the feeling of being watched. Like someone was standing right over my head.

I was right. I could hear their heartbeat and their breathing.

In a mili-second I moved from the top of the van to the ledge above me, standing behind the person.

I expected it to be Donovan but who I found wasn't that surprising either.

"Theo, right?"

"How'd you know I was up here?" He asked.

I simply just shrugged and replied, "A feeling I guess."

"Brianna-"

"You being here just makes my suspicions about you more concerning. Were you following us or something?" I crossed my arms over my chest and stepped closer to him, trying to stand my ground.

He held his hands up in defense and took a step back, "Okay, yes, I was following you guys. But only because I thought Scott might be in danger. That maybe that guy from the school would come back."

"Scott can handle himself and I don't know if you've noticed, but I can too. We all protect each other."

"What was that eye thing you did back at the school? How'd you make me say that?"

"It's one of my many abilities. I'm not like you, Theo. I'm stronger, faster, smarter," I growled.

"Can I ask what you are..?"

"No. Get out of here. We can handle it from here," I stepped out of the way so he could leave.

"Could you not tell Scott I was here? I really want him, well, all of you, to accept me." He switched places with me and began slowly walking backwards.

"That's a decision I'll decide on."

"I found Donovan. He's completely freaked out. He keeps saying some name." I could hear Scott's voice come through the radio down below.

I left Theo without another word and quickly placed myself beside Parish and Stiles. Sheriff took the radio from Parrish and held it to his lips.

"What name?" He asked.

"Theo," Stiles whispered beside me.

"Tracy. He keeps saying Tracy."

"Tracy who?" Sheriff asked.

"Stewart," Lydia said. "Tracy Stewart."

***

"Tracy wasn't just having trouble sleeping. It was a real disorder. It was night terrors," explained Lydia.

"Well, now she's the night terror, especially since no one can find her," said Stiles from beside me.

"Okay, I know we're all tired and miserable," Scott said but then looked at Mason who was standing beside him with a smile on his face and astonishment in his eyes. "Except for you."

"Oh. I'm sorry. This is all just mind-blowing," He shook his head in shock. We all just kinda nodded and stared at him.

"You're a kitsune," Mason pointed to Kira. "I don't even know what that is."

"I'm still learning," Kira laughed.

"Liam, we said you could tell him. Not invite him to the inner circle," Stiles said to Liam who was standing there with an embarrassed look on his face.

I could see the joy pop onto Mason's face as he pointed to himself and said, "I'm in the inner circle?"

"No," Stiles and Liam said at the same time.

"Guys, look, back to Tracy. She's just one lone wolf. We can find her," I reverted the conversation back to the important thing. The reason we're all standing here gathered around the front of a bus.

"One lone serial-killer wolf," Malia pointed out.

"Uh, she only killed one person, you know. The other two were mauled. And every time you all mention murder really makes me question what y'all think about me..." I said and looked down at the ground.

They have to talk about me. I just know it. I mean, I killed multiple people and they act like it's not big deal or they're just ignoring the fact. After what they say about Tracy who's only killed one person, what do they say about me?

There was an bitter silence after my short speech. No telling what they're thinking right now.

I felt Stiles's hand latch onto mine as he started to speak again, ignoring my little outpouring. "What do we do when we catch her?"

"I say we put her down," Malia said.

Mason looked back and forth from everyone, a wide-eyed expression of awe on his face. "Intense," he whispered.

"Guys, lets concentrate on catching her first," Scott directed. "We'll figure out the rest later."

"Let's not hurt her? I think most of us have been there where we have gone out of control and done something erratic. Tracy needs guidance. I don't think she realizes what's happening to her. It's a very frightening experience," I proclaimed.

***

"Brianna, you've got a real talent. Why haven't I seen you in here before?" Mrs. Oldessey, the art teacher, asked as she looked over my shoulder at my painting.

"Uh, I'm just good at following instructions, miss," I smiled at her. As our art project she wanted us to copy her drawing of a fruit basket. She wanted us to picture that it was actually there and imagine every shadow and where the light hit, even though it was just a picture.

"Would you mind showing the class you're interpretation of the drawing. I love that you've done it all in pencil and made it your own; while everyone else is painting."

I nodded and picked up my canvas, bringing it to the front of the room. As I was about to talk, I got distracted by Liam standing in the open doorway and waving his hands in the air like a lunatic as he tried to get my attention.

"Actually, I have to pee. May I use the restroom?" I asked her.

She looked very confused but nodded and let me leave. As I walked out the classroom I was also greeted by Scott.

"She's here," Liam explained. "She's in History class right now."

"Tracy?" I asked while following them in a hurry down the halls.

Liam ran to the other side of the hall and pulled the fire alarm.

"What the hell?" I whisper/yelled at him.

"We have to get everyone out of the classroom," he explained.

I followed behind Liam and Scott as we pushed through people exiting the classroom. Once they cleared out I could see Tracy sitting at a desk, her head held low and hands gripping the sides. She was in some sort of distress as I could tell by her heavy breathing.

A young girl was standing in front of her very confused. She kept asking if she was alright. IN seconds, Tracy leaned up and grabbed the girl by the wrist.

"Tracy. Hey," Scott began, holding his hands out in front of him in a way that showed he was trying to be careful.

"Tracy," he said again.

The smell of blood hit my nose like a slap to the face. I saw Tracy's claws digging into the girls wrist and she kept squeezing tighter and tighter.

Tracy stood up out of the desk, her eyes trained on the three of us. But there was something else there. It's like she was looking at us, but she wasn't seeing us.

"Tracy, let go. Tracy."

"Hey, you're hurting me," the girl cried.

"Tracy let go."

"They're coming," Tracy whispered and finally let go of the girls wrist.

She swayed back and forth as she stared me right in the eyes and said, "They're coming for all of us."

Her eyes closed and she swayed once more before falling straight forward. Her head hit the ground and this silvery liquid came pouring from her mouth.

Scott was quick to scoop her up in his arms and run out the classroom. I grabbed onto her wrist that was dangling by his feet and checked for a pulse.

It was there but you could barely tell.

Stiles and Malia ran around the corner and saw us before following Scott and Tracy out the front door.

"You got it here?" I asked Liam and pointed to the young sophomore who was holding onto her wrist painfully.

He looked back at her then nodded to me.

I patted his back and ran out the doors that lead to the parking lot.

I met up with Malia and we both got in my car, following Scott and Tracy who were riding in Stiles's jeep with him.

It didn't take us long to get to the Animal Clinic to have Dr. Deaton check her out.

"Pupils dilate under normal conditions," Deaton said as he shined a flashlight into her eyes.

He placed two fingers on her neck, "Heart rate is 250."

"That's gone up a lot since school. It was barely there when we left," I said.

He pulled the neckline of her shirt slightly to show some sort of rash on her shoulder.

"Evidence of an allogeneic skin graft on the right shoulder. Now, this silvery substance at her lips is not something I've seen. It almost looks like mercury."

"Can't you just give her a shot of something?" Malia asked.

"She doesn't look to be in any pain," said Deaton.

"I meant a shot to kill her."

"We can't kill her," I said to Malia.

"I generally prescribe to a code of ethics that frowns on such measures," Deaton explained.

"Malia, you know we're not going to do that," Scott said to her.

"How do you know she's not going to kill us?"

"She makes a decent point," Stiles said while pointing to Malia.

"Stiles..." I whispered.

He look at me and shrugged, "Either way I'm gonna have to let my dad know she's here."

"Agreed," Deaton nodded. "And while I may argue against euthanasia, I'm not opposed to a little extra security."