Elodie Hale was a girl born with a remarkable gift, but she saw it as a punishment. When she was six years old, a fire occurred in the home where she lived; she and Cora were rescued, but as a result of her abilities, she suffered the most severe ma...
The four had decided to search the woods; they were all tired, but this seemed more important; they needed to solve this so Stiles's dad could keep his job.
"I think I found something," Stiles calls out for the girls behind them who were yawning tiredly. They rushed over to where Stiles was standing.
"It's a coyote den," Stiles says, shining his flashlight into the den.
"Werecoyote," Scott points out.
"You see this?" Stiles asks, pointing at a jacket. "This is Malia's, Remember, it's the same one she was wearing in the photo," he explains.
"We shouldn't be in here," Scott says.
"What do you mean?" Stiles asks confused
"She's not going to come back now," Elodie says.
"We just invaded her home. Our scent's going to be everywhere," Cora explains to her confused boyfriend.
"If she's not going to come back here, where's she going to go?" Stiles asks the three who shrugs.
"I don't know," Scott answers.
"Can you track her now? You think you got her scent?" Stile asks Scott "Maybe. But I'm better at this when I'm a full wolf. And I'm still worried that if I do it, I won't be able to turn back," Scott says, as Stiles sighs.
"The door's still open," Stiles says.
'If I can't get to Derek, we're going to have to find someone else to help. This is basically a crime scene, right? I think it might be a little out of my boss's league," Scott says.
"And more in my dad's," Stiles says before turning to the girls. "How about you two? Can you track her?" he asks.
"I am way too tired; I can't do it without energy."
"And I can't do it until Scott embraces his alpha side, and until then I am out of commission," Elodie says as Stiles looks at her confused.
"What does that mean?" he asks.
"Well, since I and Scott are connected, Deaton says that our powers are kind of combined, and it's been kind of affecting my seer powers; I haven't been able to see anything " she explains. "So until Scott fully embraces his alpha abilities, I won't be able to track anyone." Stiles nods in understanding.
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Elodie sat next to Cora in history class talking as Scott and Stiles sat in between the both of them, Stiles sitting next to Cora and Scott next to Elodie.
Kira had walked up to Scott, catching the two girls' attention.
"Hey. I'm Kira," she says with a smile. "You knew that; I knew you knew that; I don't know why I just told you that again. Anyway, I have something for you," she says as Elodie fully turns to stare at the two with a curious gaze as Cora kicks Stiles lag, making him glare at her like she was crazy, but she points over at Scott and Kira.
"For me?" Scott says in shock.
"Yeah, about the bardo. My explanation was sort of all over the place, so I did some research and I printed it out for you," he says with a small, awkward smile, opening her bag.
"Ah, you didn't have to do that," Scott says, turning to Elodie, who was watching them with her hand on her cheek as Kira looks inside her backpack.
"It only took a couple of hours," she says.
"Wow, then you didn't have to do that," Scott says in an almost pleading voice as Elodie tilts her head, running her tongue over across her teeth as Cora and Stiles watch with amused looks.
"I swear I printed it out," she says in a frustrated look as her father, who was also their history teacher, walks up to them with a stack of papers in his hands.
"Kira, You forgot all the research you did for that boy you like," he says, handing her the paper she blushes in embarrassment as Elodie looks at Cora, who has a shocked look on her face.
Kira handed the papers to Scott before sitting down Scott looked over at Elodie, who was completely looking at the teacher.
"All right, everyone, Let's get started. 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?" The teacher says as he looks around at everyone before his eyes land on Stiles.
"Mr. Stilinski, how about you?" He asks as Stiles's face drops and he looks at Cora in a pleading look. "Oh, maybe someone else could," Stiles says.
"I could," Cora says, raising her hand.
"Everyone participates in my class, Mr. Stilinski," the teacher says, dismissing Cora, who glared at him.
"Okay," Stiles says as whispers fill the room, making Cora look back at the people and glare at them as they quiet down.
"Okay, okay, Come on, come on," Stiles mutters.
"Stiles? You okay?" Scott asks as Stiles's breathing grows heavy.
"I should take him to the nurse's office," Cora says, standing up as she grabs Stiles's hand, trading him to an empty closet as Elodie and Scott follow them, not hearing the teachers protest for the two to come back.
"Stiles, look at me," Cora says, her voice steady yet filled with concern. "Is this a panic attack?"
"It's a dream; it's a dream," Stiles gasps, his wide eyes darting around as if trying to escape the clutches of a nightmare. "This is just a dream."
"No, baby, it is not a dream," Cora insists, her tone soft but firm. "This is real—you're here with me, Elodie, and Scott." She gestures to their friends, who stand nearby, their faces etched with worry.
"Okay, what do you do?" Cora prompts, her gaze locked onto his. "Remember what we talked about? How do you tell if you're awake or dreaming?"
"Your fingers. Count your fingers. You have extra fingers in dreams," Stiles replies, his voice trembling. Cora nods, her hands steady as she holds them up, fingers splayed in front of him.
"How many do I have?" she asks, her eyes searching his, trying to anchor him to reality as Stiles struggles to catch his breath.
"Stiles! Look at me. Come on, Stiles. Focus on my hands and count with me," Cora encourages her words like a lifeline. Stiles looks at her hands, desperately trying to clear the haze from his mind. He leans in closer, his heart racing as he begins to count. "One, two, three, four, five," he says slowly, each number a small victory in his fight against panic. Cora's smile emerges, brightening her worried features as relief washes over her.
"See, you're awake," she reassures him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, her warmth grounding him. Stiles takes a deep, steadying breath, feeling his racing heart gradually return to a more comforting rhythm, the grip of fear loosening its hold.
"What the hell is happening to me?" Stiles says conflicted.
"We'll figure it out. You're going to be okay," Scott says.
"Am I? Are you? Scott, you can't transform; Allison's being haunted by her dead aunt, and I'm straight up losing my mind. We can't do this; we can't help Malia; we can't help anyone," Stiles says, defeated.
"We can try. We can always try," Scott says, holding Elodie's hand as Cora helps Stiles get up. Stiles looks at Scott with uncertainty in his eyes, but he can see the determination in Scott's gaze. Despite his doubts
