Chapter 17
That can't be true... There's no way it's true. But then again I managed to shift during a lunar eclipse so does it really sound that unbelievable?
"Does anyone else smell blood?" Isaac brings me out of my thoughts as he sniffs the air, followed by Scott. I subtly put my arm behind my back.
"It's a Vet. There's probably animal blood here somewhere." I try to diffuse it. Isaac nods, but Scott looks less convinced, although he doesn't say anything further.
"Xylazine." Deaton says walking into the room before placing three vials on the steel 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."
"Allison's a perfect shot." Scott says.
"She used to be." Isaac says crossing his arms over his chest.
"She can do it."
"If we manage to find the thing."
"Thank you Mr. Negative." I roll my eyes.
"Yeah, what is the point of him?" Stiles states pointing towards Isaac. "Seriously, I mean, what is his purpose? Aside from the persistent negativity and the scarf? What's up with the scarf anyway? It's 65 degrees out." Isaac shrugs.
"Look, maybe I'm asking the question no one here wants to ask. How do we turn a coyote back into a girl, when she hasn't been a girl for eight years?"
"I can do it." Scott says after a while.
"You can?" Stiles asks, with his brows furrowed.
"He can." I confirm with a nod.
"You remember the night that Peter trapped us in the school?" I blink my eyes.
Seriously Peter? Trapping a bunch of teenagers in a school?
"In the gym, he was able to make me turn using just his voice. Deucalion did the same thing in the distillery." Scott continues.
"This is a werecoyote, Scott. Who knows if it'll even work if you can find someone who can teach you." Deaton says.
"That's why you called Derek first." Stiles says to Scott before turning to me. "What's up with your brother anyway?"
"Honestly, I'm starting to get worried." I say with a sigh. "He hasn't been answering my calls."
"But isn't that normal for Derek? I mean he's not the most social person out there."
"Yeah, but he would always answer. Especially now." They exchange a look.
"Maybe he just doesn't want to talk." Isaac states, with a shrug. Stiles raises his arms in the air.
"Seriously. Not helping."
"I can try shifting on my own." Scott says. "But right now, I'm too scared to even change into just a werewolf." I glance down at my nails. My claws still can't grow.
I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not...
"We need a real Alpha."
I glare at Stiles, "Dude."
"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..." he rambles.
"Up?" Isaac suggests.
"Great." Scott lets out a breath. "I'm an Alpha with performance issues."
"Don't worry." I pat him on the back. "It happens to most Alphas."
"Is there anyone else besides Derek that can help?" Deaton asks.
"I wouldn't trust Peter." Isaac states the obvious.
"Peter's not here anyway. He went with Derek." I inform.
"What about the twins?" Stiles suggests.
"Especially not them."
"We don't have to trust them. We just need them to help us."
I roll my eyes, "Yeah, they'll definitely help us without stabbing us in the back."
"Look who's being negative now." Isaac smirks. I give him a blank stare.
"At least I'm not the one wearing a scarf when it's 65 degrees out."
"The twins aren't Alphas anymore." Deaton says getting back on track. "After what Jennifer did, almost killing them, it broke that part of them."
"Yeah, but what if they know how to do it?" Stiles questions, making me frown.
I don't trust the twins even after they helped us out against the Darach. A part of me will always remember what they did.
"Nobody's seen them for weeks." Scott says.
"Actually that's not totally true."
After Scott, Stiles, and Isaac leave the clinic, I decide to tell Deaton about what Scott told me.
"Black eyes?" He furrows his brows as he leans on the table. "Are you sure?"
"That's what Scott told me." A huff of air escapes my lips. "Apparently I had black werewolf eyes, creepy black claws, and fangs that can put Jaws to shame."
"And you've never noticed it before."
"It's never happened before. Last time I checked my werewolf eyes were blue and everything else was normal, well normal for a werewolf."
"And what about now? If you shifted now what would happen." I look down at my hands.
"That's the thing Doc ... I can't shift. Something is happening to me and I can't turn into a werewolf." His eyebrows scrunch together as he stares at me.
"But you still have your abilities?"
"Yes." I lie. My hand subconsciously travels to my other arm where the three scratches are hidden by my long shirt.
"When did you first notice this?"
"The other night I was in the forest and saw... it. The same person from my nightmare. But this time, I wasn't dreaming. I was wide awake and he appeared to me. I didn't know it was real and I ended up hurting someone." His eyes widen. "He's okay... but I also. remembered what it said to me."
"What was it?"
"Okami." Deaton looks at me for a while without saying anything. "Do you know something?" I ask softly.
"Well, I know Åkami means wolf in Japanese. So maybe whoever that person is, he's controlling your wolf side. Messing with you, so to speak."
"Do you think he's a real person?" I lean forward. The thought of a real person being behind this scares me more than something supernatural, to be honest.
"I don't think so. From what you described, I think it's more likely that we're dealing with a dark spirit of some kind." I give Deaton a blank look.
"You think I'm being possessed?"
"Not entirely, it's just a theory." I let out a breath and look out the window.
"If I am being possessed, how would I know?"
"I'm not very knowledgeable on Demons. After all, I'm a Veterinarian." I look down at my hands.
I can't stay like this forever. If someone is messing with me, I need to know who it is and why. If I'm not able to transform... then what use am I in a town of supernatural creatures?
"But I know someone who may be a little more educated in the supernatural." I look back at his eyes already knowing who he's talking about. There is only one person in this town who is more educated on supernatural creatures than Deaton.
"Argent." I breathe out.
"You got this, okay." I breathe out as I look into the mirror in the Argent household bathroom. "Just remember what you've learned, okay? One lousy test means nothing. You're a werewolf, remember." My eyes glance down at my hands. I flick out my wrist but as expected nothing happens. I slam my hand into the sink before looking back at my reflection. "What's wrong with you?"
I roll up the sleeve of my long sleeve-shirt to see the three long scratches from earlier still as vibrant and maroon as ever. A huff of air escapes my lips as I bend down and look through the bathroom cabinets. Soap, shampoo, conditioner. I close it and go to look in the medicine cabinet behind the mirror. I slide it away and search through medicine bottles until I find it.
"Never thought I'd need one of these." I open up the first-aid kit and fiddle with the stuff inside. Rubbing alcohol, Anti-septic. Aren't they the same thing? Gauze, Bandage. Seriously? What's the difference? I stuff the supplies back in the container with a groan. Being human is too hard.
Being human
I run my hand over my face. I can't be human. There's no way...
"Nina?" Allison knocks on the open bathroom door. "Need any help?" I hastily pull down my sleeve and turn around.
"No, I'm okay, thanks." She nods before her eyes land on the first-aid kit abandoned on the counter.
"Why do you have the first-aid kit?"
"I... um. I'm just getting familiar with it. You know, in case I ever need it." She slowly nods but I don't think she bought it.
"Let me know if you need any help." She walks away.
She's going to find out one way or another. If I am human now she'll definitely find out. She may be a hunter, but I know she won't kill me. I need to learn to trust her, so I might as well tell her and get some proper medical help.
"Allison, wait." She peaks her head around the corner. "I might need your help." I pull the sleeve of my shirt up. Her eyes widen as she steps into the bathroom.
"You're not healing?" She grabs my arm and examines the wound.
"Allison, I'm not a werewolf anymore." I spend the next few minutes explaining everything that has been happening to me while she gets to work on cleaning the wound. I don't know why I felt comfortable talking to her about it. We haven't exactly been best buddies. Maybe it's because of the fact that we're not that close that I feel that I can open up to her about these things without her judging me.
"So you can't shift? Like at all?" She throws the cotton ball into the sink and grabs a gauze from the kit.
"Nope. But Deaton said it could be that bandaged figure from my dream messing with me... Sorry again about that." She glances at me before looking back at the gauze in her hand.
"About the nightmare? Don't worry about it." She holds my arm still and places the gauze over the scratches. "I almost killed my best friend and I'm seeing my dead Aunt so... trust me I don't judge. All done." She releases my arm and begins packing away the supplies. "Make sure to change the gauze every few hours but if it doesn't look like it's getting better on its own then you'll probably need to get it stitched up." I nod my head as my eyes move down to my arm. It feels weird to have something like this on.
"Please don't tell anyone about this." Allison puts the first-aid kit back into the cabinet and turns to look at me.
"Okay. I promise, but you don't have to hide anything from them you know that, right?"
"I know... I just- I need to get used to this first. Derek and Cora are not here and usually, I would turn to them."
"Thanks for telling me." She smiles tightly. "Just know we're always here for you."
"Thank you, Allison. For everything."
"I passed!" I exclaim as I swing the loft doors open with a big smile plastered on my face. It drops as soon as everything sinks in. The twins stand in the center of the room with their gazes turned to me. Lydia and Stiles wear matching expressions of concern as they stand near the table. On said table lies Scott. But the part that really makes me angry is that his face is beaten to a pulp. A glare forms on my face as I turn my attention to the twins. "Which one of you did it?"
"He asked for it." Aiden defends as he begins walking to the doors, followed by his brother.
"Literally." Ethan adds. They walk past me as I send another glare in their direction. "Well done." Ethan mutters motioning to the paper in my hand before they walk out of the loft. I turn my attention back to the rest of the people in the loft as Stiles helps Scott sit up straighter. I rush over to him and examine his face.
"I should've beaten their faces to a pulp." I grumble. Even though I know I wouldn't stand a chance anymore.
"I asked them to help." Scott groans.
"You call this help?" Stiles voices exactly what I was thinking.
"Maybe it's what I needed." It's silent for a while before I look over to Stiles and Lydia.
"You guys can go. I'll get him cleaned up." They nod before they leave the loft. "Wait here." I quickly go into the bathroom and grab a paper towel. I soak it in water before walking back into the main loft.
"I can heal, you know." He smiles lazily.
"I know but blood doesn't magically disappear on its own." I stop in front of him and turn his face to look at me. I put my hand behind his head and begin dabbing away the blood. He hisses as he tries to move his head away. "You know what you're doing right?" I give him an exasperated look.
"Scott, it's water. I don't think I need to be a doctor to know how it works." I bring his face back to mine and start clearing away some more blood. "And besides I have experience."
"You have experience in cleaning wounds?" I stiffen before continuing to clean his face.
"As I said before. Blood doesn't heal." It's silent for a few moments as I finish cleaning the remaining blood off his face.
"Congratulation." He says suddenly.
"I just cleaned the blood off-"
"For getting your license." He motions to the paper next to him on the table. "I knew you could do it."
"Thanks. It's only a learner's for now." I put the blood-soaked paper towel down on the table. "But... you're all good to go."
"Thank you, Doc." He smiles.
"Anytime." I stare at him for a moment without saying anything else. The silence engulfs us until he jumps off the table.
"We better get going If we wanna help Malia."
"Are you ready?"
"I don't know." He breathes out. "I just have to let go, I guess."
"Scott, I haven't known you for the longest time but I know you'll be okay. You're different from Peter. He's a psychopath who would kill his own family whereas you... you care about people. You always want to do the right thing." I hesitantly place a hand on his cheek. "So if you're worried about losing control, don't be. Cause the Scott McCall I know, he wouldn't turn into a monster." He stares at me for a while before gently placing his lips to my forehead. A smile overtakes my lips as I stare into his eyes.
"Thank you." He quirks the corner of his lips up as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "Are you ready?"
"Of course." I try to smile as convincingly as I can.
"You finally get to ride your motorbike." My eyes perk up. I grab ahold of his hand and pull him outside the loft towards my still pristine black motorbike.
"Here she is." I run my hands over the cool steel before turning around to him. He nods his head as an impressed look overtakes his features.
"I'll race you there."
"You're on." I laugh as I place my helmet over my head. He goes over to his one and gets ready. My eyes glance back over to my motorbike. I bite my lip as I climb onto it and start it up. It revs to life as a smile overtakes my lips.
thank you, Derek.
"You ready?" He questions.
"You're going down." I put my visor down as I drive off after him. It's pretty much a neck-to-neck drive all the way there until I decide to take a shortcut my parents used back when we lived around here. I turn up a side dirt road in the forest and drive as fast, and as safely, as I can towards the meeting point. Scott's green motorbike comes into view in the distance. I increase my speed before cutting in front of him and making it to Stiles' jeep first.
"We have a winner." Stiles jokes as I take my helmet off. I shake my hair out before turning my gaze over to Scott who is already looking at me.
"That was beginner's luck." He smiles, getting off his motorbike.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night." Allison's back car pulls up next to us as she and Isaac pile out. The atmosphere suddenly feels a lot more tense, like a huge weight was just placed onto our shoulders. The weight of what we are about to do. I exchange looks with everyone before placing my helmet on my motorbike.
"Anyone else think we might be doing more harm than good?" Lydia asks after a few moments of silence.
"We're trying to keep a father from killing his own daughter." Scott says.
"Actually, 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." Isaac deadpans, making me roll my eyes.
"And again with the not helping." Stiles says while Isaac nods in sarcastic appreciation.
"Did you bring it?" Scott turns to Allison. She opens the trunk of her car and takes out a sniper dart gun. My body stiffens as flashes from my childhood swarm my mind.
She's one of the good guys, remember.
"Is someone hurt?" Scott suddenly asks as he looks around at us. I slowly put my arm behind my back. "I smell blood." My heart rate picks up.
I can't lie to him... he's going to figure it out. He's an Alpha after all.
"Yeah, I hurt my hand." Allison speaks up after exchanging a look with me. She raises her palm and sure enough, there is a crimson scratch. "I must've injured it somehow." Scott nods his head as he stares at her.
Two gunshots suddenly echo through the forest. I jump back as my eyes dart around the area. Scott immediately jumps onto his bike and rides off after the noise. Isaac sprints after him.
"Wait, wait, wait!" Stiles yells but he's already gone off. I jump onto my motorbike and ride off after them. "Not you too!" I overtake Isaac and ride closely behind Scott for a few moments before my motorbike has other ideas.
"No, no." I groan as it stops moving. I get off the motorbike and check the tire to see it firmly stuck in the mud. It definitely was not meant to ride in this terrain like Scott's. I glance up ahead to see him still riding in the distance.
Isaac suddenly screams in distance. My eyes whip back to the front to see Scott lying on the floor, next to his motorbike.
"Scott!" I sprint over to him as fast as I can and help him up.
"I'm okay." He assures. He dusts off his clothes before pulling out his phone. "Stiles?" He says before playing a voicemail from him.
"Scott, it's me. You got to call me back as soon as you can. 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."
I exchange a look with him before he begins sprinting in that direction. I follow after him but he's way faster than me and I lose sight of him after a while.
"Seriously?" I mutter, getting frustrated with myself as I try to push myself as hard as I can. I arrive at the car wreck as my lungs feel like they're about to burst. I let out a breath before leaning against a tree. Scott crouches down in front of the coyote. Fully shifted.
He controlled it.
The coyote growls at him, tauntingly. He suddenly lets out a huge menacing roar as his eyes glow a fierce red. The roar makes her eyes glow blue before she begins to transform back into a girl. She lies on the ground, naked, and looks at her hands and the world around in shock and confusion.
He did it.
"So, would you like to explain to me what is going on with you?" Ms. McCall asks as she stitches up my arm. After Scott turned Malia back into a girl, they went to return her home. I, however, got my motorbike and came here. Blood had started to seep through the gauze and I thought I might as well do what humans do. Get stitched up.
"I don't even know." I say, running my hand through my hair. "One minute I'm a perfectly normal werewolf, and the next I can't even shift."
"You can't shift anymore?" I shake my head.
"I don't think I'm actually a werewolf anymore." Ms. McCall grabs a new gauze and applies it to the newly stitched scratches.
"Have you told Scott?"
"Not about me losing my werewolf abilities but he knows I can't shift."
"Why don't you tell him."
"I don't want to seem useless. I don't want them to think I'm weak now." She looks up from my arm.
"Let me tell you something Nina, you are anything but weak. You are going through hell and yet here you are. You have faced more in a week than most people face in a lifetime."
"I'm not as strong as everyone thinks."
"I think you underestimate how strong you really are." She rolls down my sleeve back over the gauze. "Scott would never see you as useless or weak. You are a part of the pack, no matter what."
"Even with me unable to heal or fight?"
"Stiles and Allison are human and look how important they are to the pack." She counters.
"Allison is a hunter. She can protect herself. I can barely throw a punch."
"Neither can Stiles and look how important he is."
"He's Scott's best friend, of course, he's important to the pack." She holds my hands in hers.
"And you're Nina Hale."
Season 3B
Episode 2 (More Bad Than Good)
Part 2/2
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