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Malia was running through the woods, she needed to think. A couple of days ago Peter had asked her if she would like to take a test that would let her go to school with her pack. She had been working heard to get to where the pack wanted her to be, but truth be told she really didn’t get why she need to learn all this stuff. She could work at the gym and she never wanted to leave Beacon Hills, or this pack. And from the way the pack talks Peter would never run out of money, unless he burned it.
As she ran the wind shifted, bringing a new scent, one she had never smelled before. It was of a new coyote, but it was slightly off somehow. Turning she put her nose to the ground, following the trail. It lead her to one of the bridges in the part of the preserve that was open to the public. It crossed over the wider part of the creek in the area.
Coming up to the end of the bridge Malia saw a young man with tan skin and tousled light brown hair. He was shorter then her wearing jeans, and a solid-colored t-shirt. He was dropping lilies into the water and watching them float away. As she placed a paw on the bridge the teen’s head turned towards her.
“Wow.” The boy smiled. “I didn’t think I would get to meet you so soon. You can shift if you want, I’m Theo.”
Malia just tilted her head to the side, there was something not right about this. How did this Theo know she could shift?
“I get that you have no reason to trust me.” Theo dropped the rest of the lilies into the water. “It’s just I’ve never met another half coyote before.”
Stepping back, Malia let out a low growl, Peter had told her that not many people knew about her, so how did he know?
Putting up his hands, Theo took his own step back. “I know this might sound strange, but I’m also a half coyote. And when I learned from the people that raised me that there was someone else like me.” he shrugged a shoulder.
Malia narrowed her eyes, as she glanced to the lilies that were floating away.
“Oh, those? Someone I knew died here when I was a kid, before I went to live with my caretakers.” Theo sighed. “Yes, I used to live in this town about seven years ago.”
Getting up, Malia turned to leave.
“Wait, I would like to actually talk to you.” Theo took a step towards the coyote. “I’ll be here tomorrow around noon, okay.”
Malia didn’t even turn around, she just took off into the woods.
~~~
“Parrish! Check the back-up generator and make sure it’s fueled!”
Jordan looked up from his computer. “Sir?”
“There’s a storm heading in and I want it ready if the power goes out.” Noah nodded towards the door before going back into his office.
Getting up Jordan headed for the storage shed to fetch the gas can. As he passed the front desk Deputy Valerie flagged him down.
“Hey, Parrish I just got a noise complaint.”
“A noise complaint?” Jordan gave the young woman a side ways glance.
“Yeah. Somebody made a noise. Somebody else complained about it.” Valerie quibbled. “Could you go check it out?”
“Yeah, right after I check the generator.” Jordan smiled at his fellow Deputy, he didn’t know why knowing that the people he worked with knew he wasn’t human and yet still treated him like they would anyone else made him so happy, but it did.
Thirty minutes later Jordan found himself walking up the steps of an abandoned house. Knocking on the door he called out. “Hello? Beacon County Sheriff’s Department.” When he got no answer he tried the door knob, as it slowly opened he tried once more. “Hello, Sheriff’s Department.”
Shining a flash light around the room he saw a body laying on the floor, face down. Jordan made a quick sweep of the room as he approach the man. “Hey! Hey, can you hear me?” Checking for a pulse , he scanned the room. “Okay, okay, I’m going to get you out of there. Just hang on.” As he reached for his radio a hand grabbed his wrist, claws sinking in.
“Not a Werewolf, but you’ll do.” The man’s eye’s glowed flickering from blue to yellow. “Now, you’re no ordinary men, are you Deputy?”
Jordan twisted his wrist, breaking the hold and jumped to his feet, getting distance from the creature.
The man rose to his feet slowly. “But then, neither am I.” the claws on his hands began to glow blue as well. “I’ll let you live if you answer one question. Where is the Fae?”
Reaching for his gun Jordan answered. “Fae don’t exist.”
“Liar.” The man roared as he lunged at the Deputy.
Ducking to the side Jordan dodged the claws swung towards his face, as he spun he pulled his gun. Facing the creature once more he was backhanded before he could get off a shot. Stumbling back Jordan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his side.
“Now your power will be mine.” The creature sneered, an evil smirk on his lips.
A moment later Jordan could feel the life being drained form his body, a few seconds went by before Cerberus took over. Fire danced up his arms and down his chest making the creature jump back, removing his claws. Eyes glowing, fire engulfing his whole body, Cerberus roared at their attacker. The creature stared at the Hound of Hell, before turning and bolting for the door. Once he was gone Cerberus retreated into the back of Jordan’s mind and the Deputy collapsed to the floor.
~~~
Stiles stood in line bouncing on the balls of his feet, phone to his ear. “You’re the one that said that we still need to be teens.”
Peter’s voice came over the line. “I know, but I didn’t mean that you pups should be out in the open at night when there is a threat in town.”
“More then half the pack is here, it’s senior scribe night.” Stiles smiled at his pack mates. “We’ve been looking forward to this since like, forever.”
“I can’t believe there’s any shelves left to wright on.” Peter’s voice sounded tired.
“What are you talking about, the library was redone just last year, it has a second floor now. I know they reused the old shelves, but there are more then double of them now.” Stiles glanced up as the line moved forward. “Besides Anna is still making copies of the book, so we don’t have anything to do until that’s done. And you know how I am when I have nothing to do.”
“Just make sure to stay together.” Peter huffed. “I want you all home safe.”
“Yes, Alpha.” Stiles smiled at his phone.
“Stiles.” Peter voice softened.
“Yes?” worry ran through Stiles at the sudden change in his lover’s voice.
“I love you.” Peter said softly. “Please, stay safe.”
“I love you too.” Stiles replied, a goofy smile on his face as he hung up.
“You two are sickly sweet.” Cora jeered.
“More sick then sweet if you ask me.” Jackson sneered.
“Yeah, when was the last time either of you told Isaac or Lydia that you love them?” Stiles eyed the pair.
Nether of them said anything, they just looked down.
“So how long has this scribe night been a thing?” Ethan asked the group.
“Well Peter said that he wrote his initials on a shelf in his senior year.” Stiles shuffled along with the line as his eyes darted around. “Where are they?”
“They’ll be here.” Aiden patted the Fae on the back. “Scott will be able to get through the traffic on his bike no problem.”
“It’s why we’re at the back of the line.” Erica huffed.
“It’s not Kira’s fault there was an accident on the highway.” Isaac remarked as he glanced over towards the parking lot.
“I know, I just want to be inside before it starts to rain.” Erica tilted her head back, looking at the dark clouds in the sky.
Just then Boyd, Ethan and Aiden all froze as if they heard something.
“Speak of the devil.” Boyd smirked.
A couple minutes later Scott and Kira came running up to the group.
“Sorry we’re late.” Kira hugged Allison as she smiled at Scott. “Thanks again Scott for coming to get me.”
“No, problem.” Scott rubbed the back of his neck. “But I don’t think your mom was to happy to see me.”
“That’s because she thinks that we’re vandalizing the school.” Kira shrugged.
“Vandalizing!” Stiles squawked. “It’s a time honored tradition.”
“Yeah, and from what my mother said, this was a compromise to senior prank week.” Lydia flipped her hair over her shoulder. “A way for us to leave our mark on the school without doing any real damage.”
“Yeah, they even clear an entire bookshelf and unlock the door so we can do this.” Stiles waved a hand towards the library’s back door.
“Could you have your mom tell my mom that?” Kira turned pleading eye on the banshee.
“Of course.” Lydia smiled at the other teens as they walked into the library. “Who’s ready to leave their mark.”
~~~
Stepping out of his office Noah scanned the bullpen for Parrish, it had been more then two hours sense he’d gone out on the noise complaint. As he looked over the room his shoulders fell when he saw a young man being brought in for booking.
“Hey, keep it moving, bud.” Deputy Clark walked the suspect over to the booking desk.
“Come on. Hey, you guys are making a mistake, all right? Come on!” Donovan Donati tried to pulled his arm from the Deputy’s grasp. “Oh! What the hell are you trying to do? Break my arm?”
“Keep struggling, and you might end up with a compound fracture.” Clark growled pulling Donovan to where she needed him.
Shaking his head Noah walked over to the booking area. “Donovan, you forgot what the judge said, didn’t you?” he gave the young man a disappointed look. “Next time, is jail time.”
Head snapping over to the Sheriff, Donovan sneered. “Stilinski...” then what was said sank in. “What? Hold up. Come on.”
“What’s he in for?” Noah glanced over to Deputy Clark.
“B&E.” Clark set an evidence bag on the booking desk, a gun inside. “And he was carrying a loaded .38.”
“That isn’t mine.” Donovan looked between the two officers. “Sheriff, come on! It isn’t mine!”
Noah shook his with a sigh, turning away. “Book him.”
“Oh, you’re dead!” Donovan shouted, lunging for the Sheriff. “Hey, look at me! You’re dead!” two more officers grabbed the young man, holding him back. “You’re dead! You’re going to do this to me? You son of a bitch, you’re dead!” he continued to yell as the Deputy’s dragged him to the holding cells. “Look at me!”
Frustrated Noah closed his eyes for a moment, when he opened them again they landed on Jordan’s empty desk. “Can anyone tell me why the hell Parrish isn’t back yet?”
“Dispatch...” Parrish’s voice came over the radio. “Officer... Officer down.”
Running over to the dispatch radio Noah grabbed the receiver. “Hang on Jordan we’re on our way.”
“Noise complaint.” Jordan’s voice rasped.
“427 Phillip’s Street.” Deputy Clark pulled up the report. “I sent him to look into it a few hours ago.”
“I’ll go get him.” Noah headed for the door.
“Will the hospital be able to help him?” Valerie asked worried. “I mean with the jackknife on I15 and all.”
“This is Parrish, I’ll have to take him to someone that knows how to take care of him.” Noah paused in the doorway. “You got things here until I get back?”
“Yes, sir.” Deputy Clark nodded.
~~~
Peter was going to kill him, but what else was he supposed to do? He had to pee. Stiles walked down the hall heading for the door, the rest of the pack was waiting for him on the breeze way. He could here the storm ragging outside and knew that the drive back to the loft was going to be slow going. As he stepped out the door something caught his eye, a blue glowing light. Taking a step towards the light he heard a deep laugh.
“A skinny little twink like you is an all powerful Fae?” A man in his early twenties with light brown hair, stepped out of the shadows. He was tall, like over six feet tall and built like a brick wall. The blue glow was coming from his claws.
“Who are you?” Stiles backed away from the man.
“A devoted fan.” The big guy smirked. “I came to see the man who took down Deucalion and broke the Argent’s.”
“Well it’s always nice to meet a fan.” Stiles snarked. “But sometimes you just meet someone, and you instantly realize you wanna spend your whole life without them. I think you’re one of those people to me.”
“I will have your power.” The man roared eyes glowing blue, teeth turning into fangs and his claws lengthening into talons.
“Holy shit!” Stiles swung his hand, sending the man into the wall.
The man flung out his hands to stop himself from going face first into the concert. Only to howl in pain as the bone in one of his arms snapped with the force of the impact.
“Look dude, I don’t want to hurt you any farther.” Stiles flipped the man so he was facing out. “I just want you to answer a few questions.”
“Stiles!”
Turning Stiles saw his pack coming around the corner ready for a fight.
“I found one of the guys from my oneironautic.” Stiles pointed to the man pined to the wall. “What’s your name?”
“Belasko.” The man gritted through his teeth.
“Where’s the Dread Doctors?” Scott growled at the man.
“Even if I told you, you’d never be able to find them.” Belasko gritted through his teeth. “Their ghosts, with more power then you could ever imagine.”
~~~
Noah walked through Melissa’s apartment door, heading for her bedroom. “Yeah, it was just a minor noise complaint.”
“He’s not on fire, is he?” Melissa’s voice came over the line.
“No, he’s just running really hot.” Glancing around he sees a small wooden box on her dresser.
“You know, maybe it’s part of his healing process?” Melissa pondered “Did you find the healing stone.”
“Just got it.” Noah grabbed the little box and headed out the door. “Thanks.”
“I need to go, keep me informed on his condition.”
“Will do.” Noah hung up the phone as he stepped into the hall going to Parrish’s apartment. As he walked in he could hear Anna speaking to her husband.
“It’s okay, you’re safe now.” Anna had her hands on Jordan’s shoulders, keeping him from getting up.
“Who did this to you.” Peter asked the Hound of Hell.
“Stiles.” Jordan rasped out. “We need to find Stiles.” he fell back onto the bed. “His claws were different, twice the size of Peter’s, more like talons.”
“If that’s the worst part, that doesn’t sound too bad.” Derek began before being cut off.
“It’s worse.” Jordan put a hand over his bandaged side. “They did something to me. I don’t know how to describe it, other than it felt as if the life was being drawn out of me, through them.” getting a far away look for a moment, he shook his head “And I can’t hear Cerberus right now, I can feel him but he’s weak. It’s like he was almost pulled out through those claws.”
“And now he’s looking for Stiles?” Peter growled, eyes flashing red, as he stepped away pulling out his phone.
“But you can’t take a Fae’s power.” Anna looked to her Alpha.
“This guy might be able to.” Jordan’s breathing was becoming labored.
“Take it easy Deputy.” Noah put a hand on Jordan’s shoulder. “Just work on getting better.” he then placed the healing stone on the Hound of Hell’s chest.
Jordan sighed closing his eyes.
“Answer your phone, Sweetheart.” Peter growled into his phone.
“Not picking up?” A cold chill ran down Noah’s spine. “Isn’t he with the others?”
“He’s supposed to be.” Peter’s eyes flashed once more.
“Give him a minute Peter.” Anna peered over her shoulder at the Alpha. “He may be driving back.”
“And you did say that you would break his phone if you caught him using it while driving again.” Derek side eyed his uncle.
“Try, Lydia.” Anna turned back to her mate. “Her and Jackson were riding with him.”
Peter gave a curt nod raising his cell up to try and call the Banshee, when his phone rang. Putting the caller on speaker he bit out. “Tell me you are with the pups.”
There was a long pause on the other end.
“Stiles.” Peter growled.
“I’m with them.” Stiles’s voice jumped.
“Then why the pause?” Peter’s eyes narrowed.
“I was just wondered how you knew I left them for like ten minutes.” Stiles huffed.
“I thought I told you not to leave their sight.” Peter gritted out.
“I had to pee.” Stiles whined. “And non of the girls want to see that.”
Peter let out a long suffering sigh. “You all need to get back here as soon as possible. Jordan was attacked by something looking for you.”
“Was he a troll of a man with long talons that glow blue?” Stiles asked.
“Are you okay?” Peter’s eyes were glowing bright red, his anger at an all time high.
“I’m fine, I may have snapped his arm when I threw him into a wall, but I’m fine.” Stiles babbled. “His name is Belasko and says that the Dread Doctors are ghost with great phenomenal powers. Wait did you say he attacked Jordan? Is he hurt? Will he be okay?”
“Stiles!” Allison’s voice shrieked over the line. “He’s lose.”
Every one in the room froze as the sounds of a scuffle came from the phone.
“Someone tell me what’s going on!” Peter demanded.
A moment later Stiles was back. “He got away.”
“Come home.” Peter order.
“Yes Alpha.”