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chapter fourteen into the woods
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ODESSA COULDN'T believe the plot twist that came her way when she woke up the next morning. Scott and Stiles went out into the woods to try and find the car from the accident that killed Malia's family, and they found it. Along with the two boys succeeding in finding the abandoned and wrecked car, they also found a coyote den that belonged to Malia herself. Malia was the 'wolf' that caused the accident. But they now know it wasn't a wolf, but a werecoyote. With this new information, Odessa concluded that the scent she smelled, the scent of a human and an animal, at the Tate residence was indeed Malia's—now the scent made sense.
The Stone looked to Stiles' phone as he and Scott showed her and Allison what they found before first period.
"Here's where we found the den," the boy showed a map of an area of Beacon Hills, "it's right in the middle of the hiking trails."
Allison nodded, "well, that could narrow it down. Coyotes travel in fixed trails. But I think you're right about her not going back to the den. Coyotes don't like wolves," she glanced to Scott and Odessa, "and they're really smart. If they don't want to be heard, they actually walk on their toes."
The Stilinski perked his head at this new information, "coyotes tip-toe?"
"They tip-toe," the brunette girl confirmed. When the bell sounded, she glanced around at her friends, "I got to go, but send me the pinned location."
The three teens nodded to her before going to their seats for History. Odessa took her seat behind Stiles, glancing over her shoulder to see Kira talking with Scott. The sight of it causing a cheshire smile to glide on her features before it dwindled away. The blonde turned back to Stiles when she felt his aura change.
"Hey," she called quietly, the boy turning his head around, "you okay?"
Stiles didn't meet her eyes as he responded simply, "yeah, yeah, I'm fine."
Even though she wasn't convinced, she took his answer reluctantly before paying attention to the front.
"All right, everyone. Let's get started," Mr. Yukimura called to the class, "we were just talking about internment camps and prisoners of war. There's a passage in our reading that I'd like to go over in more detail... Who would like to come up and read aloud for us," he glanced around the classroom before setting his eyes firmly, "Mr. Stilinski, how about you?"
"Oh, maybe someone else could."
"I can," Odessa raised her hand, finally understanding her friend's dilemma.
