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Turning into werewolf's right before starting school ended up being harder than you would think. Especially if you get bitten and have no idea whats going on or whats happening to you. That is exactly why Scott and Stiles were so lucky to have been going through this together. They went through all the crazy stuff together. And if you count it, with Derek.

They survived the stalkerwolf that turned out to be, ironically, Derek. They figured out that Peter was the alpha, the hard way. They briefly escaped the great huntress that was Kate Argent. Most impressively, they saved Jackson from his lizard alter ego and befriended Dereks betas.

They were best friends and nothing could tear them down, except of all things, a girl. When she first came to the school she was very pretty and very sweet. She started hanging around them and soon they all had grown very close. Turned out both friends liked her and not wanting to hurt each other, decided they would turn the other way and the silly crushes would go away. Surprisingly (not really), it wasn't that easy.

At first, it was going smoothly which was only probably because she spent most of the summer in France. The best friends spent most of their time playing video games and practicing lacrosse with Jackson trying to teach him to not use too much strength while playing. Now though, they were walking into a tattoo parlor because apparently Scott wanted a tattoo and would only get one if Stiles got one. At first, Stiles was extremely scared, but he would never admit that out loud because he's a werewolf damnit. So, he decided to stop being a chicken and get a tattoo of a rose with his biological mom's name stemming from his pointer finger and stopping at his wrist. Overall, it was a fairly large tattoo.

They payed and walked out to the Jeep, hopping in. Scott was cheesing as he got in.

"Life's good, sti" Scott starts, turning slightly to face Stiles. "My mom and your dad know about us, I just got a tattoo, The baby is on the way in less than 2 weeks and we're still the bestest friends ever."

Stiles couldn't help the smile that grew on his face as he leaned over to leave a kiss on Scotts cheek. Scott laughed and pushed him away until they started feeling stinging coming from their tattoos. They tore off the protection wrap and groaned, falling back in their seats.

"Do we go back?" Scott asked with a frown, looking at the smooth skin missing his tattoo.

"And tell them what? Hey, so we're werewolf's, yes we exist. How do I make this tattoo stay?" Stiles asked with his usual sarcasm, even though he also felt pretty bummed.

"Let's just go home, we need to get ready for school tomorrow." Scott lays his head on the window so Stiles started driving off.

"Cheer up Scotty, Derek has his tattoos so theres definitely a way to make em stick, we just need to talk to him." Scott straightened his back at that, and very evidently cheered up.

"Sti, you're a genius. I would have never thought of that!"

"Where would you be without me?"

They continued their talking about what they think Derek had to do to make his tattoos stick until the conversation changed to Allison.

"You think she'll come back before school starts?" Scott asked enthusiastically.

"I don't know man, part of me really hopes she does."

Lydia, Allison, and Erica were in Lydias car and had just ate at a diner not too far from Allison's apartment. Lydia and Erica were telling Allison all about their summer and what they were going to wear on the first day tomorrow when Allison started zoning out and thinking about Scott and Stiles. They were all great friends but she had a feeling they liked her as more than just friends. Honestly, she thinks she likes them as more than just friends. She couldn't acknowledge that right now though, since their friendship was more important.

Before Allison left, the three girls started getting very close and hanging out more often. Obviously, this was great that they were hanging out more, but it made leaving Beacon Hills ten times harder than it should have been. Obviously, that was the only thing that made the decision hard, what other reasons could she have?

She was still deep in her thoughts when she had fingers snapping in her face and she zoned back in to the conversation. Lydia rolled her eyes and Erica gave a small giggle.

"How are Scott and Stiles?" She asked, smiling at them.

"Wouldn't you like to know." Lydia says, looking at the road ahead of her.

Allison glares at her and Lydia keeps the smile on her face intact as she keeps driving.

"Wipe that devious little smile off your face, Lyd."

"They are great! We have been training with them, you know cause they have been at it longer than us. Their control is so good, they really got it down, they have been trying to teach me but its just harder than it looks." Erica informs her, despite Allison glaring at Lydia.

"They're hot now." Lydia added from her driving seat.

Allisons head snapped to look at her. "What?"

"Yup" Erica agrees, popping the 'p'.

"They get stared at now, and not just by potential threats. Girls actually acknowledge them now." Erica laughs, throwing her head back, soon joined by Lydia but Allison was still thinking about what she had just said. They're hot now? Stared at?

"They have been hanging out with Dereks boy betas now, they're all like weird besties who nobody saw coming."

"Oh, and they have been going around saying that since their sister is about to be born that it technically makes them brothers." Erica states.

Allisons eyes widen. "Thats right! Only a few weeks until shes due. Oh my god thats awesome!" She grins. "Why would they think that?"

"Do we really wanna question why Scott and Stiles would think something? Their two peas in a pod." Erica reminded them as they pulled up to the green light that had just turned red.

"Speak of the devils." Lydia says, looking over to the car beside them. Scott and Stiles were in his Jeep laughing and talking and Allison couldn't help but hold her breath. Stiles had grew his hair out and one of his veiny hands was gripping the steering wheel while the other was running through his hair. Scott was throwing his head back in laughter, which showed his Adam's apple and was holding his stomach.

"I can see why they are getting stared at now." Allison confirms, still staring when they both look over at the same time. Their eyes widen and Lydia goes to roll the window down and Scott does the same.

"Ali, you're back!" Scott says happily with his puppy eyes that make Allison coo, except he was less boyish this time and looked more mature which was a very good look on him.

Stiles was smiling and looked over to Allison with his long eyelashes and hooded eyes. "What's up Ali bear and my queen Lydia" Stiles started making a praising expression with his arms.

Erica sits up from her seat and moves so her heads in between Lydia and Allison.

"Cat woman!" Stiles grins.

"Batman!" She replies just as enthusiastically.

The light turns green and Stiles smiles at them. "Would you ladies like a personal escort to your homes?" He asked, putting on a British accent.

"Go ahead! We will escort y'all home since its on the way!" Scott laughs.

The girls laugh and drive away after saying bye. "So, how are you and Jackson?" Allison asks Lydia, still smiling from the interaction.

"Currently, there is no me and Jackson. He's been going around to parties with the idiotic pair currently following us and Isaac and apparently hooking up with randoms." She answers, gripping the wheel a little bit harder.

"Boyd?" She asked, automatically feeling the sad energy coming off of Erica.

"We have been looking all summer. No sign of him." Erica says, tears forming in her eyes.

Allison was just about to comfort her when the car made impact with something and Lydia stopped the car suddenly. The girls all let out screams with their eyes squeezed shut. They opened their eyes and saw that there was a dead deer in the windshield that had just ran into the car. They hurried to get out of the car and the boys came running up to them. Scott ran to Allison and Stiles ran up to Lydia and Erica, and put his hands on their chins to inspect their faces.

Still in shock, Allison stammered out that it came out of nowhere and hit them. Stiles and Scott shared a look and stepped forward to the animal still in the windshield. They both reached a hand out and put it on the deer, sniffing the air.

"I saw its eyes, right before it ran into us!" Lydia yells, freaking out. "Its like it was crazy or something!"

"No, I smelled it. It was scared." Erica says, inspecting the deer.

"Terrified." Scott and Stiles say at the same time.

Mellisa McCall was writing one of her patients status when the hospital doors were thrown open and two people were being rolled in. She recognized one as Isaac, who had blood on his face and body. Her eyed widened as she looks to the doctor rolling him.

"Wait a minute, I know this one!" She yells, running up to Isaac. "What happened?"

"The girl, shes worse! check on her!" He tells her, trying to look back, but Mellisa lied him back down.

"What, are you not healing?" She asked quietly, concern laced in her voice.

"I will, but she needs help now. Talk to her, please!"

She steps back as the doctor rolls him to a room. Mellisa walks up to the girl he was talking about.

"Hey, sweetie. How you feelin?" she questions, taking her hand and walking with the roller.

"Find them. I have to tell them." She mutters, groaning.

"Find who? What are you talking about?" Mellisa asked, calmly.

"The alphas. I need to find them."

"Alphas, plural? I think you're confused, but what do you want with Derek Hale?" She questions, confused.

Before she could get the answer to her question, the girl was being rolled away.

"Not Hale." Braeden mutters as Mellisa lets go of her hand. "McCall. McCall and Stilinski."

Stiles and Scott were still getting used to the new house they moved into a year after their parents ended up getting married. The house was big enough that they both had their respective rooms and baby Leilani had hers ready for when she was born in a week or two. They were still in pajamas, Scott was doing pull ups with his pull up bar and Stiles, who had wandered in Scotts room, was doing push ups in front of Scotts bed.

The sheriff and Mellisa walked into the room to see what the boys were up to before school. Mellisa rolled her eyes and Noah laughed, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. Scott hopped down and Stiles pulled himself up. They walked over to the pair and leant down to leave a kiss on Mellisa's stomach. She smiled at the two with her usual soft, caring eyes.

"You two need to get ready for school." Noah reminded, smiling at the boys in front of him.

Their eyes widened and they started running around the room, looking for clean clothes to put on. Mellisa groans and walks out, Noah following close behind her. After Scott found some clothes, his computer goes off. He walks over and sees that it's his word of the day, so he decides to read it out loud.

"Word of the day, Ephemeral. Lasting for a short period of time. Transient, Momentary."

The boys both looked down to where their tattoos were supposed to be and frowned. "Ephemeral." Scott says, looking at his arm.

Allison was sitting on her bed, staring at the wall ahead of her when her dad came in and knocked softly at her door.

"You ready?" He asked, sounding hopeful that she would change her mind and stay home with him.

"Yeah." She answers, her voice cracking.

"You could wait til tomorrow, you know." He informs her, stepping forward. "Not everybody shows up on the first day of school."

"You know, usually parents ENCOURAGE their kids to go to school, not the opposite."

"Or you could go to school on the second week if you want." He gives her a bright smile that she returns.

"Im okay, dad. I promised Lydia that I would drive her to school since her cars completely wrecked." She tells him, but he still wasn't convinced.

Instead of bringing it up, he holds a hand out and pulls her up into a big hug that they pulled away from smiling.

"I love you, dad."

"I love you, Allison. Im so proud of you. Your mother would be too."

Lydia stood in her room, looking in the mirror and applying her bright red lipstick. She looked to the side and saw the leather jacket sitting there. She smiled and pulled it on. She liked how it looked until the guy in her bed spoke up.

"Looks way better on you."

She frowned and tossed it beside him. She couldn't lie, not being with Jackson was kind of hard for her. Especially after they had their moment in front of everyone where she stopped him from killing everyone. She thought that he would want to start going out again after that, but he just ended up pushing her farther away. So him going around hooking up with any girl within arms reach is taking its toll on her.

She missed when things were just easy and not as serious. She loves her best friend, but things were so much easier before Allison had moved there. She was dating Jackson, who had actual love for her then. Stiles was following her every move much like a puppy. She was clueless to the supernatural as a whole. Things were great.

If she could do it all again though, she wouldn't change a thing. Jackson and her were too toxic for each other, Stiles deserves to be acknowledged and not neglected completely, and her best friend was the best thing that could have ever happened to her.

"Can we go on a real date one of these days." He asked, his arms resting behind his head.

She made a noise that sounded very contemplating that sounded like it was leaning towards no so he straightened up.

"Can we have sex again?" He asks, sounding nervous.

The sound that leaves her this time is more positive and she smiles, grabbing her purse and walking out.

Scott pulls up to the school in his dirt bike with a big smile as he pulled the helmet off and a few heads turned his way. He worked extra hard this summer so he could afford his bike. He took off his helmet with a huge grin that slightly fell at the sight of the matching pair of motorcycles he parked beside. His eyebrows furrowed, he was sure there was no one at this school that drove motorcycles to school.

He gripped his backpack and started walking towards the entrance to the school. Stiles and Jackson happened to be passing by the entry doors side by side deep in conversation, he decided to join them.

"Oh please, If you would have told my baby freshmen self the three of us would actually be friends, I would have laughed in your face." Stiles laughed.

"So, what are we doing about our tattoos, Stiles?" Scott asks, falling into step with them.

"Tattoos? No way you wussies got tattoos without inviting me." Jackson glares at them.

They walked with confidence knowing that people were turning to look at them. They weren't conceited, but it was extremely obvious when people actively started paying more attention to them and actually caring about their opinion. Well, Jackson is conceited, But Stiles would like to think he wasn't.

"Dont worry, jackass. It didnt stick anyway" Stiles told him, showing his hand where the tattoo was supposed to be.

"As for your question, we go talk to Derek, tell him about it. Then buy whatever material he used for it."

"Are we sure going to Derek is a great idea?" Scott asks.

"Know any other werewolf's with tattoos that I should know about?" Stiles narrows his eyes at Scott.

Lydia and Allison were standing by the lockers, with Lydia looking at all the freshman passing by and Allison putting some books in her locker. 

"Look at this, every year they bring in a fresh new batch of Fresh. Men." Lydia smirks.

"Fresh Boys, you mean? Lydia, they're 14." Allison lets out a nervous chuckle and closes her locker.

"It is okay to not have a boyfriend." She tells her.

"I don't want a boyfriend, I want a distraction."

"Its okay to take a break and focus on yourself."

"Allison, I love you. So if you wanna do that thing where we pretend like were talking about me when were actually talking about you thats fine."

Allison laughs and drops her head. When she looks back up, Lydia was staring at something down the hallway. Allison looked in the direction and saw that it was twins walking down the hallways with motorcycle helmets in their hands. Lydia made a noise with a smug smile and walked away, leaving Allison concerned with what she had planned.

She continued to follow Lydia to the class they had together. The pair walked in the class room and saw that it was already full. Allison followed Lydia to the two empty seats, Lydia sat down and someone else sat in the empty seat next to hers. She looked around and saw the only empty seat was in front of Scott, who was sitting by Stiles.

"This seat taken?" She asked him, and he beamed at her.

"All yours." He says, signalling for her to sit down. "Completely vacant."

Scott looks over to Stiles, who gave him a sarcastic smile and thumbs up. Scott was about to tell him something when all the phones in the classroom started going off.

The teacher walked in reading the message she had sent out loud. When she was finished everyone was looking at her curiously trying to figure out where this was going.

"That is the last line of the first book we are going to read." She informed them, half sitting on her teaching desk. She held her phone up in the air.

"This is the last text you will be receiving in my class. Phones up, everyone." The class moved to put their phones up in pockets and backpacks.

Mellisa was pacing through the hospital trying to get reach of Scott or Stiles. Isaac had told her to call one of her boys since Derek wasn't answering. "Cmon Scott, answer your phone."

She was so busy trying to reach him, she missed the lady with black hair that passes by her barefoot with long and sharp toenails.

The lady slipped right into Isaac's room. "Hi Isaac, how are we doing?"

"Great. So if were finished here it would be best if-" He was cut off by a hand being placed on his shoulder.

She reached over and injected something in his cords. "w-whats that?" He asks, feeling drowsy.

"Wouldn't want you getting in the way again." His head falls and he sees her toe nails. She grabs his chin and makes him look at her.

She starts counting with her fingers that he soon realizes are claws.

Scott was taking notes when the teacher called his name so he looked up and saw her and the front office associate looking at him. "Get your things together, your mom needs you at the hospital immediately."

Scott eyebrows furrow and he looks over to Stiles who was already looking at him in confusion and worry. "Hey Mr.-"

"You aren't leaving Stiles." He says, giving Stiles a stern look.

"That is my step mom you know, with my sibling in her stomach. I feel like-"

"No." He tells him and walks out.

Stiles starts packing his stuff to just walk out when Scott looked at him. "It will be fine, I'll make sure shes alright."

Stiles deflates in his seat and starts bouncing his leg up and down as soon as Scott leaves the room. He listens to the conversation between Scott and the teacher before zoning out and staring straight ahead.

The more he thinks about the possibility's, the more he feels a panic attack coming on when he feels a hand on his leg. He looks up and see's its Allison's hand.

"Listen to my heartbeat. Calm down." He listens to her and focuses on her heartbeat, which slowly starts calming him down.

They were staring into each other's eyes when Ms. Blake clears her throat. "Everything okay?"

Stiles tears his gaze away from Allison to look at her. "Now it is."

The teacher nods and flashed him a smile, before going back to instructing the class. The class continued taking their notes for a while until something smashes into the window, making Lydia jump. Stiles' head snapped up and he sees blood on the window.

Everyone looks out the window and they see thousands of birds flying towards the windows. Before anyone had the chance to run, birds started running and breaking into the windows. "Get down, everybody get down!"

Stiles grabs Allison and Lydia before pulling them to the ground, covering them with his flannel. Birds were nipping at the students, making some yell. One landed on his back and started biting him, making him growl lowly. Allison and Lydia grabbed his arm, hearing his growl and wanting to calm him down. It continued like this for a while until the noise calmed down and Stiles stood, seeing all the birds on the floor.

He holds an arm out to both of the girls, that they take and stand up. Stiles starts going around and helping the other students up. It's confirmed, somethings definitely coming. Something definitely not good.

Scott runs into the hospital and sees one of his mom's employees. "Whats wrong with my mom? is she ok?" He asks, his heart skipping a beat.

The whole ride to the hospital, he was thinking about all of the different things that could be wrong with her. "Scott im right here, come on. Calm down."

Scott hugs his mom and starts following her while she explains whats been going on in the hospital since Isaac arrived.

"How come you didn't let me know sooner?" he asks, playing with his hands.

"I was hoping I wouldn't have to resort to that."

"What does that mean?" He asks her, confused.

She stops walking and stands in front of him. "It's just, you have been doing so good lately. The extra reading, Saving up for your bike, summer school. I just don't want you slipping back into your old ways."

"Why does everyone keep saying that? Mom this is different, im gonna change. This isn't just ephemeral." He tells her, putting a hand on her stomach. "You shouldn't be stressing too much, it could hurt the baby."

"I know, im trying not to stress too much. Room 215 if he isn't already in surgery." Scott smiles and leaves a kiss on her cheek.

After getting out of the elevator and helping the blind man find his way, Scott was running through the halls trying to get to Isaac's room. He approached the door and saw that there was no one there. He ran a hand through his hair and groaned, until he noticed a man walking in the elevator pushing Isaac in a wheelchair.

Something felt off about the man so Scott's fangs dropped and his claws extracted. He started running towards the elevator when it started to close and he threw himself the rest of the way in. He landed on the floor and picked himself back up. He was about to attack when he looked in the mans eyes and noticed they were bloodshot red. He's an alpha. That cant be good.

In his moment of weakness, Scott was picked up and thrown into the walls a few times before he was picked up by his throats and was being choked. "Cant you see what you're dealing with? Im an alpha."

Scott was dropped and the person was flung out of the elevator and down the hallway. "So am I."

Scott looked up to see it was Derek looking down at him with his incredibly bushy eyebrows. "Aren't you supposed to be in school?"

Stiles was looking at the teacher and noticed she was still in shock with a feather in her hair. He reached over and removed the feather from her hair despite her flinching back. He shows her the feather and lets it drop to the floor. He looks over to Allison and her dad, who were holding hands and he was telling her she should have stayed home.

"This cant be a coincidence dad, first the deer now this?"

"I know, I know."

It looked like his dad had got an idea as her started walking towards Chris.

"Mr Argent, you wouldn't happen to have any insight to this would you?" His dad asked, gesturing towards the birds.

"Me?"

"Yeah, all the crazy animals. Surely you have seen something like this before, haven't you?"

"Not really, im not sure what gave you that impression." He answers, trying not to make eye contact.

The sheriff looked confused. "Im sorry, I could have sworn i overheard my son saying you were an experienced hunter." He says, pointing a thumb back to Stiles, who sent Mr. Argent a wink.

"Not anymore. Even then, never seen anything like this."

The sheriff gave a stiff nod and asked Allison if she was alright, before walking off.

Scott and Derek burst into the old Hale house, with Derek carrying Isaac and Scott opening the doors. Scotts phone started ringing so he picked it up and put it to his ear. "What's up?"

"Hey, the craziest thing just happened in Ms. Blakes class-"

"Stiles I cant really talk right now, can this wait?"

"Um, no. This cant wait because this pretty much falls into the emergency category." Stiles answered, sounding annoyed.

"Okay fine. Meet me at the old Hale house."

"The Hale house? What the hell are you doing there?" Stiles asked him, but Scott still heard the Jeep being turned on.

"Long story, I'll explain when you get here."

There wasn't a response from Stiles, who just hung up and Scott put his phone down. He turned to face Derek.

"You gonna tell me who that alpha was at the hospital?" Scott asked, crossing his arms.

"Rival pack. Nothing for you to worry about. Go home. Be a teenager."

"I cant just go home and be a teenager when all we did together like killing Peter, and saving Jackson."

"I know, and I owe you for that."

A thought came to Scott's head. This was it. His opportunity to ask Derek for his help with their tattoos. If he didn't ask right now, he would most likely back out and end up not asking at all.

"You know, if you really wanna do something to pay me back I might have something in mind." Derek raised his eyebrow, signaling Scott to continue talking.

Lydia and Allison were in the hallways, waiting for her dad to come back. They were joking around when a girl came up to them.

"Where is Scott? Scott McCall? Or Stiles Stilinski?" She asked. "Your Allison, Right?"

"Uh yeah, but how do you know-"

"Where are they?" She interrupted.

"They aren't here, they're both gone." Allison answered, still confused.

"Where can I find them?" She asked, grabbing Allisons' wrist roughly.

"Hey! Easy on the physical-" She grabbed Lydias wrist too before it looked like something scared her behind them. She ran off and the girls turnt to see what it was but there was no one there.

"What the hell was her problem?"

"Great she bruised me." Lydia groaned.

"Thats weird. Me too." Allison says, looking at her wrist with her eyebrows furrowed.

As they were watching the way she took off towards, her dad walked up and informed them he got them all permission to leave since they weren't needed for questioning anymore.

Stiles walked into the hale house and found Scott sitting on a couch that was still there. "Hey, whats going on?"

"He's gonna help us with the tattoos."

Stiles looked over to Derek questioningly and then walked to stand behind where Scott was sitting.

"Why is this so important to you?" Derek asked Scott, leaning forward.

Scott looked down then into his eyes. "Do you know what tattoo mean?"

"To mark something." Derek answers.

"That's in Tahitian. In Somoan it means open wound. I knew I wanted a tattoo when I turned 18, I just chose to get it earlier now because I wanted it to be more of a reward"

"Reward for what?" Derek asked him.

He looked over to Stiles who had a confused look on his face. "Because I didn't text Allison, even when I really wanted to"

Scott watched Stiles, who looked at the ground. "Stiles-"

"Don't worry about it bud."

Derek looked at Stiles over Scotts shoulder. "And you?"

He stepped forward and held his arm out to Derek, with a raised eyebrow. Derek took the hint and looked at the Tattoo with his bloodshot red eyes. He traced the rose and her name with his fingers, then looked up to Stiles who had tears in his eyes.

"I miss her more and more every day. I cant help thinking about what im going to do if i end up forgetting what she sounded like or looked like. I would be miserable. I am miserable without her. This is just a little tiny symbolism of all the love I have for her."

Scott walked up to Stiles and they started hugging. Thats what Derek didn't understand. He never had friends like that who he could just be himself and vulnerable with. Mostly because he was a dumb jock who only cared about himself but that's beside the point. He was snapped out of his thoughts by Stiles putting a hand on his shoulder.

He would never admit it aloud, but he felt sort of... comforted? He shook the moment of vulnerability off, turning towards the boys. "And your willing to do anything to make it stick?"

"Well I wouldn't-" Stiles started before he was cut off by Scott.

"Yea. Anything"

Derek sighed and walked off for a few minuted before coming back with a blowtorch in his hands. Stiles gulps and looks at Scott with worry laced in his face.

"You know on second thought, maybe my mom wouldn't want me-" Derek gave Scott a look and then Stiles was pushed on the couch, squeezing Scotts arm leaving claw marks.

The pain was definitely a 10 and if his tattoo wasn't even that big, he didn't even wanna think about what his bestfriend would have to endure. After a few minutes of this excruciating pain, his eyes were still screwed closed when Scotts grip on him loosened. He opened his eyes and looked down to see the tattoo there on his hand, clear as ever. Scott grabbed his hand and gave it a comforting squeeze before they switched spots.

Now Stiles was holding him down and Scott was on the couch waiting for his process to start. When Derek started for him, he lasted a few minutes before he was coming in and out of consciousness. When he was up, Stiles would try and take as much of his pain that he could. Just knowing how much this hurt from his experience, he wanted it to hurt the least it could for his friend. Derek put the blowtorch down and fell back in relief that it went well.

After a few minutes he was awake and looking down at his tattoo with the biggest grin Stiles had probably ever seen on Scotts face, and that was saying ALOT. The real challenge was definitely gonna be showing Mellisa these tattoos. His dad would probably be chill and only mad if Mellisa was.

"Wait, how are we going to tell my mom?"

"We're dead, Scotty."

Scott groans and falls back. "I was so happy too!"

"Nice knowing you Derek. When you find my dead body, make sure you break my computer to a place beyond fixing." Stiles added with his over dramatic voice which made Derek crack a small smile.

"Thanks, Derek! If she asks, you peer pressured us to get them." Scott yelled out before running out, Stiles right behind him. They hopped in the truck and Stiles put it in drive.

They were pulling away from the house when they both heard, "Please don't! Your moms terrifying, she will kill me!"

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Allison and Lydia were currently driving to a party that Allison knew the boys were at. Lydia was tracing their matching bruises from the girl before and Allison was driving with one arm while the other was being used.

"I don't know, Ali. It doesn't look like anything specific to me."

"I know it's a pattern. It has to mean something." Allison tells her, while still keeping her eyes on the road.

"And you really think the wonder twins are gonna know anything about this?" Lydia asked, not feeling very confident that Scott and Stiles would know anything about the bruises.

"No, but they could know someone who does." Allison corrects her.

"Where are we going to find them anyways? They could be anywhere." Lydia asks in a whiny voice.

"They're at a birthday party thats being thrown today."

"Birthday party? Nobody from our school is throwing a party today. How do you even know that?"

"Yes, a childhood friend of Stiles birthday party. She goes to a different school."

"And you know this... how?" Lydia asks, narrowing her eyes.

"I have a tracker on them," Allison jokes, rolling her eyes. "Jackson told me when I asked him."

Walking up to the party, Stiles was silently trying to convince himself hyping Scott up to move on and go to the party was only for Scott. Truth be told, he needed the convincing himself. Over the summer, he thought a lot about Allison and her pretty smile and long brunette hair. He thought about the different things they could have been doing together over the summer. Hell, he even thought about the way she helped Gerard capture Boyd and Erica and then he smacked himself when he thought about how hot she looked doing it.

They were already at the door when Stiles threw his head back and sighed. "I cant do this Scotty, lets just go home."

Scott threw him a grateful smile and they started walking to Stiles' jeep with their arms around each other when they got interrupted by a honk from behind them.

"Sorry to interrupt your guys' date, but we have a problem." Lydia says, trying not to laugh.

"Jealous? I can take you out on a date whenever you'll have me Red." Stiles jokes, with a smirk.

Isaac was pacing Derek's loft nervously trying to rethink his decision. Why the hell did he agree to this? He hadn't even talked to Stiles or Scott about it. He surely trusted them a hell of a lot more than Peter Hale. Especially after he was told the full story of what happened between them.

"Im starting to kind of doubt this plan, Der. It sounds extremely dangerous." Isaac explained, still pacing. “Nope, definitely hate this plan. Hate him too.”

”I think you have been hanging out with Stiles a little bit too much lately.” Derek smiles, his nose still stuck in a book. "You will be fine."

"Does it have to be the psychotic vengeful murdering werewolf though?"

"He knows how to do it, I don't. It would be worse if I tried doing it myself." Derek rolls his eyes.

"Scott and Stiles don't trust him at all" Isaac crosses his arms. "Personally, I trust them."

"Do you trust me?" Derek asks.

"Yes." Isaac answers truthfully. "I still don't like him though."

"Join the club. It's not like anybody does." Erica chimes in from her spot on the couch painting her nails.

The doors to the loft slide open and the man in question walked in. "My hearing is still working despite the other malfunctions. So, I hope you guys are comfortable saying these things to my face."

Isaac rolled his eyes and Derek tossed his book on the table. "We don't like you, now shut up and help us."

"Fair enough." Peter says, strutting over to them with his claws retracting.

"God, Stiles was right, you really are the devil in a V- neck." Isaac slumps in his seat.

"My dear beta said that about little old me?"

"I don't see anything." Derek tells them with his face a little more broody than usual.

"Look again." Scott pleads.

"How are these bruises supposed to lead me to Boyd?" 

"They're the exact same bruises on both arms, Derek." Scott groans.

"Doesn't mean anything, it's just some bruises."

"Like pareidolia. Seeing patterns that aren't there."

They all except Stiles, look at Lydia with confused faces. Most likely confused with her sudden information. Stiles knew. He had always knew she was smarter than she let on, always pretending to be ignorant to please others. Cough, Jackson, cough.

"They're just trying to help." Scott muttered to Derek.

"Who, these two?" Derek sent a pointed look to the girls. "This one who used me to revive my psychotic uncle? Or how about this one who sent about 30 arrows into me and my pack?"

"Lay off, Derek." Stiles tells him, standing up from his seat on the desktop. "They are just trying to help. If you wont accept it, thats fine. But stop being a dick about it."

"My mother died, Derek."

"You family's honor code killed her, not us." Derek mentioned which made Allison flinch.

"He said lay off." Scott growled, his yellow eyes flashing.

Derek rolled his eyes at Scott. Ever since the two turned and Derek had to show them the ropes, they had been so obsessed with Allison. He never got the appeal. Obviously, him being a grown man did have something to do with this, but still. She was from a family with a hunting background. They were werewolf's. Was that not clearly a disaster waiting to happen?

"Why are you going along with this Erica?" Derek asks her, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"It's something Derek. Im willing to do anything to be able to see my boyfriend again." Erica stands tall and confident, but everyone could smell the anxiety coming from her. "and If they say they found a slight chance of finding him, why the hell not?"

"We're just trying to help." Lydia adds, with a bored expression.

"You wanna help? Find something real." Derek tells them, making his way towards the door.

Scott follows with a hand on his forehead. "Just give them a chance, Derek. Allison did what she did but she was being manipulated, she didn't know any better."

"Maybe you should tell her what actually happened that night instead of letting her point her little accusing finger at me." Derek looks up to find Stiles' glare burning a hole in his head.

He shakes his head and walks out of the classroom they were having their meeting in, leaving behind the smell of many sad and anxious teenagers.

"Okay, so what would an alpha pack want with Boyd?" Jackson asks, barely getting filled in on the events of the earlier meetings.

"Im not sure it's Boyd they really want though." Scott informs him, running the information in his mind once more.

"Okay, so like Derek? What is it, recruiting season? They cant just pick and choose." Stiles rolls his eyes. "I feel so bad for Erica. I just want to bring Boyd back home. Safely."

Scott was just about to pitch in his agreement before he got an eerily creepy feeling when a set of twins passed by. It actually felt like time slowed down and they were passing by in slow motion and in sync. For a split second, he drowned out the voices of Stiles and Jackson. The feeling passed when Stiles flashed his eyes, snapping Scott out of his trance- like state.

"You okay, McCall?" Jackson asks, with almost a hint of concern in his voice.

"Careful, Jackson. It almost sounds like you care." Scott jokes with a big smirk.

Stiles scoffs, adding on to the joke. "Stone cold Jackson? No way dude."

Scott laughs while Jackson rolls his eyes. "But yeah, I just got a really bad feeling."

Scott and Stiles were sitting in Coach Finstocks class and actually paying attention considering it was only the first week of school. It always felt the same in Coach's class. Greenberg getting yelled at, Coach always sneaking a hint of Lacrosse talk in. The nostalgia of freshman year always found itself sneaking in.

Before times were so difficult and 'An alpha pack kidnapping Boyd' wasn't a normal everyday sentence. Before Allison came to the school and when he would have dropped anything to be the one Lydia wanted. Looking back on those days, he kind of wished he would have taken those days less serious and enjoyed his time more.

"The stock market is based on two different principles, those being?" Coach asks the class with his naturally loud voice.

Scott raised his hand, actually knowing the answer. Guess his summer studying was actually helping out.

"Yes, McCall you can go to the bathroom." Coach brushed him off, assuming that's what he needed.

"No, Coach, I know the answer." Scott corrects him with a scoff.

Coach busts into laughter which makes Stiles' start laughing as well. Scott turns and glares at Stiles which only makes him laugh harder.

"w-wait your being serious?" Coach asks, wiping a tear off his face.

"Risk and Reward." Scott answers, feeling proud of himself.

"Who are you and what have you done with the actual Scott McCall?" He jokes, waving his arms around. "See, this is how I need you if you want to play this season. You too, Stilinski. Thats not something I need to worry about though."

"Cause Coach's star players need to play this season, obviously" Danny smirks at the red growing on their faces because of all the laughing happening around them.

"I like what you're putting down Danny." Coach pats him on the back, walking back to the front of the classroom.

"Okay, I need a quarter. Anybody got a quarter?" Coachs asks the class, retrieving a cup from his desk.

Without thinking, Stiles digs in his pockets and quickly pulls out a quarter, the XL condom Jackson gave him a few hours before the party flinging out of his pocket in the process. Stiles eyes widen and he tries to catch it before it hits the ground and everyone sees what it was, but he failed. Miserably, might I add. The condom hits the floor and the room goes quiet. Coach walks over and bends over to pick it up.

"I think you, uh. Think you dropped this, Stilinski. Congrats." Coach tells him, sounding like he was being serious, making the whole class burst into laughter.

Stiles, still feeling embarrassed, puts the quarter into his hand and takes the condom, shoving it back in his pocket. Coach starts explaining the concept of the game and what they needed in order to not take the pop- the quiz. Scott declined the game so Stiles popped up and started getting ready to throw the quarter into the mug before he hears his name. He looks up and sees his dad and a deputy behind him. He looks over to Scott who straightened up in his seat before he heard his dad tell him to come outside.

He started walking out with him when he heard Coach. "Stilinski, the quarter."

Stiles, not even thinking, his mind so full of all the things that could have gone wrong, flung the quarter back, which landed perfectly in the mug. He winked over at Scott when he heard him say "Show off."

His dad was telling him the reason why he popped up out of nowhere and the information he needed. Stiles' head was spinning. "Heather? Whats wrong with her, dad?"

"We're not sure, son. Nobody's seen her in 24 hours and I know you and Scott were supposed to be going to that party." Scott listened in, zoning out of Danny trying to make the quarter in the cup. "So, when was the last time you seen her or spoke to her?"

"Uhhh... Yesterday. When she invited me to her party. Me and Scotty didn't end up going because of Al- because we didn't feel like it." Stiles corrected himself.

"Okay, Son. If you remember anything else, at all, let me know." The sheriff told him, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Scott stopped paying attention to their conversation when Danny threw the quarter in the mug and the class clapped for him.

"Thats what im talking about, Danny. My boys are on fire today! You sure, McCall?" Everyone rolled their eyes knowing that Coach favorited his Lacrosse players.

"Anyone else?" Coach confirms, with a smile. "Put your hand down, Greenberg. You have no chance."

Allison was sitting at a library table with Lydia, still obsessing over the bruises. There had to be something there. A clue of some sort. Derek thinks shes crazy but who cares what he thinks. She drags her pencil, shaping the bruises on a piece of paper.

"I want one." Lydia tells her, swirling her coffee around in her hand.

Allison looks up at Lydia and sees her looking somewhere behind her. She turns and sees those blonde twins from the first day standing in front of some books. Allison smiles at Lydia, who was still staring at the boys.

"Which one?" She asks, genuinely curious.

"The straight one, obviously." Lydia informs her as if it was common knowledge.

Allisons eyebrows shoot up and she turns just in time to see Danny and the shorter twin completely staring at each other. Danny almost trips over some guy who was standing up from his seat, Jackson rolls his eyes and straightens him out. He turns and sees whats going on between his friend and one of the twins, scoffing and leaving Danny behind, who tries catching up with him.

"You sure?" Allison asks, having an unsure feeling in her gut.

"Yes, Allison. Im sure I want one. Not every girl can have 2 guys, who happen to be best friends, wrapped around her finger." Lydia smiles, still watching the twin she wanted.

Allison laughs and lightly kicks her under the table. She looks down and Lydias coffee cup caught her attention, the gears in her head started working. She traced the logo with her fingers and started thinking about all the different logos the bruises could have been.

"Hey, Lyds what if instead of a symbol, it could be a logo?" Allison asks, looking up from the coffee cup and seeing that she wasn't sitting there anymore.

She scoffs and rolls her eyes when she looks over and finds Lydia and the guy already standing in-front of the books flirting. It was times like these she wished she had super hearing. She turned back to her computer, still smiling. She pulled up the search browser and got to work, looking up all the different logos of Beacon Hills.

"Let me get this straight, you think they kidnapped Heather to turn her?" Scott asks, holding onto his backpack strap.

"Derek says it's easier to turn teenagers." Stiles explained with his usual hand movements.

"Personally, I don't see what an alpha pack would want with a teenage girl." Jackson adds, his eyebrows knitting together. "Hey, are you sure you and this girl had nothing going on, this isn't a just friends kind of worried."

"Yeah, we were just really close childhood friends. Bubble baths together and play date type friends." Stiles explains, frowning.

"When did these bubble baths end again?" Jackson jokes, laughing. Stiles laughs and playfully shoves Jackson away.

"We need Isaac's memory." Scott explained, saying his thought process out loud.

"How? Derek and Peter couldn't do it, you have any other ideas?" Stiles reminds him, growing increasingly worried for his friend.

"Thats it! We go to Deaton. Who else knows as much about our kind as him? He has to have something that can rejog his memory."

So they did end up going to Deaton, which they should have done to begin with because Scott's boss always knows way more than anyone else. The guys were pouring the ice bags in the water one by one until there were no more packs. Deaton and Isaac were off talking to the side.

"Obviously, it's not the most comfortable thing in the world, but we need your heart rate to slow down enough so that you go into a trance- like state. Therefore, giving us access to your subconscious mind."

"How slow do we need his heart rate?" Jackson inquired, dipping his finger into the ice bath.

"Very slow."

"How slow is very slow?" Derek asks.

"Nearly dead." Deaton drawls, which makes Derek's heartbeat jump.

Isaac dips his hand in the water and pulls it back quickly, hissing. The boys roll their eyes at him and Scott picks him up from the floor.

"It's safe though, right?" Isaac asks, the other giving him a look that screamed 'Seriously?'.

"You want me to answer that honestly?"

"No, not really." Isaac answers quickly.

"You don't have to do this Isaac. It's your choice" Derek reminds him.

Jackson scoffs as Isaac takes his shirt off quickly. "We get it, you have a six pack."

Scott and Stiles laughed, trying to ease the tension. Isaac threw his shirt at Jackson and hopped in the cold water, letting a whimper escape his mouth. He got in and put his head underwater. It was calm for a few seconds before Isaac comes above water roaring. He was struggling against Derek and Scott.

"Get him back underwater, Hold him!"

"We're trying!!" Derek yells, running low on patience.

They let him go underwater and he comes floating back to the top, his eyes still closed. He was shivering.

"Remember, only I talk. Too many voices might confuse him." Deaton reminds them, putting a finger to his lip's.

"Isaac? Can you hear me?"

"Yes. I can hear you." Isaac answers with his lips quivering and his whole body shivering.

"Im Dr. Deaton. I would like to ask you a few questions, that alright?"

"Yes." Isaac assures him.

Deaton starts asking him the questions about the night he found Boyd. Isaac was still shivering and seemed reluctant to recall the night, as if he was scared. Deaton finally calmed him down and reminded him it was nothing but a mere memory and wasn't happening again. Deaton asked him about the place he found Boyd at and asked the surroundings of the place and he started freaking out again.

"Tell us what you see, everything you see."

"I hear Boyd. He's talking to someone. A girl. They're saying how worried they are about the full moon" Isaac explained, his eyes open now.

"If he's locked in with another werewolf on the full moon, they'll tear each other up" Derek explains at the confused looks on the betas faces.

"Okay is there anything special about wherever you are? Something that gives us any clue as to where it is?" 

Isaac starts hyperventilating and pops up out of the water. He keeps repeating, "They're here" and "They found me". Deaton tries calming him down this time but to no avail.

"This isn't working! Isaac where are you?!" Derek asks, growing impatient.

"It's too dark, I cant see them!" Isaac yells, talking over Derek.

"Isaac, where are you?!" Derek yells.

"Where are you?? What do you see?" Derek yells at him.

"He could go into shock!" Deaton yells at Derek who is still stubbornly holding Isaac down.

"Derek, let him go!" Scott pleads.

Stiles growls and pushes Derek away from Isaac, his eyes flashing. Derek growls and lets his bloodshot red eyes glare at Stiles. Instead of backing down, Stiles stood tall and held his ground. Isaac gasped and leapt out of the water.

"I saw it! It's a vault, like a bank vault. Beacon Hills first national bank, I remember." Scott runs to turn the heater on. "They're locked in the vault!"

"You did so good, Isaac." Scott praises, while Jackson wraps a towel around him. Stiles grabs his arms and drags him to the puppy baths, turning the hot water on.

"Who are you guys, my parents?" Isaac laughs, still shivering.

"Damn right, noodle head." Jackson sighs in relief.

"So what? They have werewolf's locked in a vault together, what are they doing? fighting to the death?" Stiles questions, walking away from isaac and the baths.

"We cant let this happen any longer than its already been, this is boyd we're talking about." Scott points out.

"So we go get him. Tonight." Derek confirms, his bushy eyebrows knitting together.

"Be smart about this, Derek." Deaton adds.

"He's right, we cant just go in guns a-blazing. We have no idea how many there are. Alphas at that." Jackson reasons, raising an eyebrow.

"Isaac got in, that means we can." Derek crosses his arms.

"He didn't get through that vault though, did he?"

"Derek, if we want to pull something like this off, we need a plan." Isaac speaks up. "Trust me, if I thought we could do this with no plan, I would. This is Boyd. We cant afford to not be smart about this."

"Okay, what do you guys suggest we do? How are we supposed to come up with a plan to break into a vault in less than 24 hours for the full moon?" Derek questions them.

"Someone already did that," Stiles reads the website aloud about how the bank closed down because it was robbed. "It doesn't say how they got in, but it shouldn't take too long to find out."

"How long?"

"It's the internet, Derek." Stiles scoffs when Derek raised his eyebrows in a questioning manner. "Minutes"

Despite being confident that he could figure it out within minutes, it wasn't that easy. I know, shocker. Stiles and Scott were scared out of their sleep when the Sheriff yelled for them to get up.

"Me and Mellisa are going into work. Get to school, now." He tells them, about to walk out of the room.

"Dad, Heather?" Stiles questions, pulling a piece of paper stuck by drool off of his face.

"Nothing yet, kid." He walks out, leaving Stiles frowning.

"Great, ten hours of researching and still nothing." Stiles scoffs and kicks his bed frame, picking papers up one by one.

"We'll find something, we still have time" Scott adds enthusiastically.

"Y'know this new found enthusiasm is making me want to kiss you and punch you at the same time." Stiles jokes, throwing a paper at him.

Stiles looks at the other paper in his hand and his eyes widen. He throws the paper over to Scott and goes running to try and catch up with his dad before he leaves. "Dad!!"

Scott looks at the paper and sees a picture of the Sheriff putting the robber into the back of a police car.

"So mystery girl leaves a bruise on our arms that ends up being the logo for a bank?" Lydia chuckles. "What is she trying to do, give us investment advice?"

"Not at this bank, Lyds. This one has been closed for years now."

"Okay, so why aren't you telling Scott?" Lydia asks, tilting her head.

"Need to make sure it's something real first. That reminds me, I cant drive you home after school. Have some errands to run." Lydia nods.

"By the way, forgot to ask you about it but did you see the way Scott and Stiles got when Derek was being a dick to us?" Lydia smirks, poking her in the side.

"Sure they would have done it for anyone." Allison reminds her, hiding the blush creeping up on her cheeks.

"Not to that extent though. It feels so weird seeing Stiles like that. Tiny, baby, buzzcut Stiles no where to be found. Kinda hot." Lydia says, making Allison think about the freshmen year buzzcut Stiles with a fond smile.

Stiles and Scott were hopping out of his Jeep, secretly listening in on their conversation. "Buzzcut Stiles would have killed to hear those words coming out of her mouth."

Scott laughs, throwing his head back. "He would have passed out right where he stood. Okay, so we meet up at Dereks at 5 to go over the plan."

"But now, Scott 2.0 has to worry about school and homework until then. Y'know if you were serious earlier, we could totally try just a quick peck" Scott reminds him of earlier, puckering his lips.

Stiles laughs and pushes him away, walking into the school building.

It was 5 now after school and the guys were going over the plan, for some reason with Peter sitting on the steps. Stiles started explaining the way the robber got in and how they could use that stuff to their advantage.

"We're gonna need a drill, preferably a diamond bit-" Stiles was cut off by Derek.

"Forget the drill, when im in there, how much room do I have?" He asks, looking down at the table.

"About this much room" Stiles shows how much room he would have using his hands.

"You're gonna punch through it? Is that enough room to get enough momentum for that punch?" Scott questions.

"I can do it." Derek confirms.

"Okay, Mr Big bad alpha. As long as you're sure. We cant mess this up." Stiles reminded them, making Jackson laugh.

"I can do it, who's following me down?" Derek questions, looking between the four.

"Don't look at me, im still in recovery. With Isaac out of commission, it looks like you might be out of luck." Peter scoffs.

"So, we just let him die?" Derek glares, daring him to bad mouth his beta.

"You're all going to die if you go in there unprepared to fight. You are up against a pack of alphas, or did you forget?"

"Can someone kill him and make sure he stays that way this time?" Scott asks the room, which makes Peter tilt his head and narrow his eyes.

"What is the point of him, again?" Stiles asks, rolling his eyes. "Sure, he turned two awesome werewolf's but what more does he do other than be negative and annoying?"

"We are pretty awesome." Scott smirks and winks at Derek, who rolls his eyes.

"He doesn't even have any of his abilities anyways, whats the point of having him here?" Jackson adds on to the Peter Hale hate club.

"Gosh, teenagers are cruel." Peter says, wiping a fake tear.

"Yeah, you did try killing their girlfriend so I wouldn't expect a parade anytime soon." Isaac smirks at Stiles and Scott blushing.

"Girlfriends? Why don't my betas come to me anymore?" Jackson laughs, shaking his head.

"No, girlfriend. As in not plural. They both have a thing for Allison, whose neck you tried clawing out."

"Okay werwolf gossip girls, thats enough. What about you?" Derek asked looking over at Scott.

"It's Boyd, of course im coming with," Scott sends a pointed look to Peter. "We have to try, he's pack."

Peter rolls his eyes and looks down as all of the people in the room look at him with glares.

"We're going too, you'll need all the help you can get." Jackson says, offering himself and Stiles.

"No, you two stay here. Just in case theres trouble. Especially now that we're low on numbers." Derek declines, shaking his head.

"Okay, thats out of the way, but who's this mystery girl? The one Isaac mentioned that was with Boyd?" Stiles picks up his back and thinks of all the possibilities. "Heather?"

"She had dark hair, looked extra broody, had a leather jacket, thick eyebrows, and had a killer attitude." Isaac explained, describing the girl he saw.

"If I didn't know any better I would say this was Derek as a girl." Scott smiles, making Derek groan.

"She hot?" Jackson asks, crossing his arms making Derek glare at him.

"Extra." Isaac smirks and Derek throws the screw he had in his hand at his head.

Boyd was in the vault trying to think about positive things like his pack and his girlfriend. He sighed and took a seat beside the girl on the floor.

"Whats the first thing you're gonna do when we get out of here?" Boyd asks her, leaning his head back on the pillar.

"Find my brother, turns out he's an alpha with his own pack here so im gonna find him." She answers truthfully.

"Alpha? The only alpha in town other than the obvious alpha pack that has us hostage is Derek Hale." Boyd looks at her with a confused face.

"You know him? You know my brother?" She turns to look at him better.

"He's pack." Boyd tells her. "Don't worry, he might not know your here but were a pretty close pack. They'll come for me. Probably coming up with a plan as we speak."

She smiles at that and leans her head on his shoulder. "And you? What are you going to do when we're freed?"

"Kiss the life out of my girlfriend and hug my friends," She laughs at that. "It's weird, I never had friends before. Still getting used to it."

"What does she look like?" She asks in a soft tone. "Your girlfriend?"

"Shes the most beautiful girl i've ever seen. She's confident and carry's herself so well. Shes blonde and has the prettiest eyes i've ever looked into." Boyd recalls his girlfriend, a fond smile growing on his face.

"I cant wait to meet her." She said, her smile faltering.

"You will, Cora. They will save us. You'll see." He reassures her, letting her sleep on his shoulder.

Allison walked up to the bank and cut the links keeping the door shut. She had decided for herself that she was gonna come alone and try to figure out for herself since it wasn't 'real' enough for Derek. That was the plan before Lydia opened her mouth and Erica decided to come with her. She was a big girl, she could handle herself. Erica just told her she could handle herself better with her there.

The two girls walked into the bank and started checking their surroundings. The two were walking down a dark hallway when Allison was grabbed from the side roughly. she struggled against the grip and got a good punch in before she saw the persons face while being pushed into the wall. Erica was on alert and about to attack when Allison recognized the person.

"Ms. Morrell?" Allison asks, struggling against the arm holding her up.

"Listen, girls. You have no idea what you just walked into. You got roughly 20 second to get hidden and stay hidden or your dead meat." She was still holding Allison up. "Get your asses in that storage closet, close and lock the door. God, what have y'all done?"

Ms. Morrell let Allison go and starts frustratingly walking away, Erica helps her find her balance. "You okay?"

Allison nods and they run over to the storage closet, shutting and locking the door. Allison was about to ask what just happened when Erica pushed her against the door and covered her mouth. She put a finger up to her lips and then let go of her mouth. Erica listened into what was happening out the door, only hearing footsteps. She noticed that the steps were coming towards the door so she bent over and spilt the ammonia, covering their scents.

It must have worked because the footsteps started walking away. She sighed in relief and let her body drop against the wall.

Stiles was looking out the glass windows at the loft, hoping that things were going alright. "I cant do this waiting around on the bench anymore, it's nerve racking, my nerves are racked.

"I could beat you unconscious and wake you when it's over." Peter suggests, smiling.

"As if you could." Jackson rolls his eyes.

"You think Boyd will be alright?"

"Do you think I care if he dies or lives?" Peter asks, lying back on the couch.

"Keep talking about Boyd like that, there will be a problem." Isaac growled from his seat at the table.

"Between all of us." Jackson confirms, glaring.

"I just- I don't understand the bank though, they're an alpha pack, why not have some evil lair or something cooler?"

"They're werewolf's, Stiles. Not Bond villains." Peter says, growing less patient.

"What if they're living there y'know, like it reminds them of their wolf dens or something?" Stiles suggests, looking at Peter expectantly.

"Wolf dens? Seriously?" Peter sighs.

"Yea, dens. Where do you live?" He asks Peter.

"In an underground network of caves hidden deep in the woods" Isaac rolls his eyes.

"Woah, really?" Asked Stiles, suddenly interested.

"No, you idiot." Peter groaned, laying his head back down.

"Watch it." Jackson glared at Peter. "He's an idiot but don't be mean to him."

"Theres something fishy about this, why not just kill them just any full moon?" Stiles says, staying stubborn.

Something in Peters head clicked and he sat up suddenly. "What are the walls made of?"

Jackson narrowed his eyes in confusion. "Like wood and brick? I don't know"

"No, the vault walls." Peter clarifies.

Stiles pulls out a stack of papers and they start flipping through them searching for the material, Jackson and Isaac walking over to help.

Derek and Scott were walking the alley, then stopped at the ladder they were instructed to climb up. Derek noticed that Scott looked reluctant.

"What?" Derek asked, staring into Scotts' soul.

"Just something I cant get out of my head." Scott tells him, scoping the scenery out.

"The moons rising Scott. What is it?" Derek asks, thinking that Scotts about to back out.

Scott starts explaining risk and reward to him, talking about how unprepared they are walking into this situation.

Derek was tired of listening and time was running out. "If we don't save him now, it might be too late later."

"He's my beta, I know what im risking. My life for his." Derek jumps up to the ladder. "I shouldn't have asked for you to risk your life. Go back to the loft with the others."

"So dramatic, Derek." Scott rolls his eyes and follows his lead jumping up to the ladder.

"Hecatolite?" Peter reads.

"That sounds awful." Isaac says, with a twisted expression.

"Yeah, is that awful?" Jackson asks.

"Get em on the phone, NOW! Call them." Peter tells him.

Isaac already had his phone out and was dialing Scott. "I got it. Why?"

"Boyd and that girl aren't gonna kill each other, they're gonna kill Scott and Derek." Peter says, the context finally making sense in their heads.

When Derek finally managed to punch his way through the vault, they started looking around for Boyd. Boyd was there growling with his claws showing.

"Boyd, it's Derek." Derek says with his arm trying to calm Boyd down.

Scott groaned and picked up his phone when he got a call from Stiles. "Hey, now is not a great time."

"Scott, get out of there! The vault is made out of a material called Hecatolite. It scatters the moonlight." Stiles' voice booms from the phone, putting Boyd more on edge.

"What does that mean?" Scott asks.

"They haven't had a full moon in 3 months. It's all pent up. They're stronger than ever." Scott looked over to Derek with wide eyes.

Derek's eyes widen and slightly tear up when a girl steps out beside Boyd. "C-cora?"

"Who?"

"Derek, you need to get out" Cora grit out.

"Scott, who is that? You need to get out of there. SCOTT!"

"Boyd, Cora, y'all are safe calm down. We got you out." Derek tries to reason with them.

Scott was looking at the exit when he noticed the mountain ash surrounding the vault, locking them in. It was all over. Everywhere. The vault door opened and Ms. Morrell appeared, finishing the mountain ash line. "No, Stop!"

Stiles and the others were hearing all the chaos from the other side of the line and Stiles hopped up. "Im going Scott, hold on."

"Me too, we will be there in 5 mins tops" Jacksons voice rings through.

"No, stay there!" Derek orders, and Jackson sits down.

Deucalion and Ms. Morrell walked away. Ericas eyes widen and she runs out of the closet, running towards Dereks voice and straight towards a vault. When she got there, Scott and Derek were being thrown by Boyd and some girl. Wait, Boyd? Allison caught up and they saw the mountain ash line.

"Scott!" She yelled out as he was being held up and impaled by Boyd. She reached down and breaks the seal despite Dereks protests. After it was broken, she called for Boyd and their attention was on the girls.

Erica stepped forward to the rabid Boyd and reached a hand out with tears in her eyes. "Boyd?"

Boyd stopped growling and he zoned into the sound of her heartbeat. "It's me Boyd, It's Erica. I missed you so much Boyd."

She was crying now and tears were falling down Boyds' eyes. She stepped towards him and left a soft kiss on his lips. It was almost like he snapped out of it immediately and pulled her in for a longer kiss. Scott was smiling at the two and stepped forward to Allison, putting his arm around her shoulder and holding his stomach. Derek stepped towards his sister who had calmed down after seeing Boyd calm.

He flashed his eyes at her and she zoned back in, being pulled into a tight hug by Derek. After a few minutes, she gave in and hugged him back, letting tears fall. Allison was holding Scott up and smiling at him. "Ali, we need to talk."

She looked at him with confusion in her face. He didn't want to tell her like this but he could lie to her any longer. He explained the whole club situation and what her mom was trying to do to him. By the time he was finished, she had tears in her eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" She asked.

"I didn't want that to be your last memory of your mom." He told her, looking down.

She smiled at him with tears still in her eyes. "We all need to leave before they come back." She grabbed a hold of him again and started leading them out.

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"He cant just do that!" Stiles growled, pacing the loft.

"He's the alpha, Stiles." Jackson reminded, resting his head in his arms.

"I don't give a damn what he is, if Scotts hurt I will rip his damn head off with my tee-" Stiles' couldn't help the anger he was feeling at being left in the dark.

"God, we need to stop hanging around the Hales" Scott smiles creeping into the loft, feeling giddy about Stiles worrying about him.

Stiles chuckles and squeezes Scott's shoulder. The whole time, he was thinking about Scott and what could have happened to him without any backup aside from Derek. Scott happily rested his hand on top of Stiles' when a feminine voice clears their throat behind the two. Stiles' head whips back and he sees... Allison? He furrows his eyebrows and walks to her, turning her head side to side examining her.

What was she doing with them? While they were trying to save Boyd from a dangerous, deadly pack of alphas? No way she did what he's thinking she did right now. By all means, he knew she could handle herself perfectly, but that still couldn't stop him from worrying about Allison.

"What the hell?" Stiles asks and she looks down to her feet, "You told me you were gonna be home studying, not going to an abandoned bank. You could have got yourself killed, Ali."

Allison rolls her eyes and shoves him, "You're such a hypocrite, what happened to dinner with your dad? But anyways, im fine Stiles, Erica and I totally saved Scott and Dereks' little werewolf asses."

Scott scoffs, standing behind her while her and Stiles were talking. Stiles smiled at her and moved her hair behind her ear. He actually could see what the others were seeing now. Stiles was in front of her and Scott was behind her, leaving Allison in between the two smiling at them both. And to think they wondered why people thought they were in a 3 way relationship.

"Boyd?" Isaac questioned from somewhere behind them. He turned to see Isaac slowly walking up to a very tired looking Boyd, pulling him in for a long overdue hug. A huge grin crept up on his face and he walks over to Erica, pulling her into his chest for a comforting hug. She wraps her small arms around him and cries into his chest.

They had talked about this moment for so long. Finding Boyd, being reunited. Now that it was here, Stiles was happier than ever. The way Erica was smiling and crying at the same time indicated that she was happy and sad at their missed time all at once. He let her cry for a bit until Boyd pulled them both in for a hug.

"I was gone for a couple months and you steal my girl, Stilinski?" Boyd asks, humor crystal clear in his tone. Stiles rolls his eyes and pulls him more in the hug, effectively shutting him up.

He pulled away when he realized there was still a missing puzzle piece. What happened to the girl? The girl Isaac said was there with Boyd? As if on cue, Derek and a girl with dark brunette hair strutted into the room, 2 leather jackets, with one dirtier than the other, and identical bushy eyebrows. Except her's were pretty and tame.

She was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen. She was naturally beautiful and it was as if time stopped around them when they made eye contact. She had pretty brown eyes that would probably be heavenly in the sun, or on the full moon. His wolf gravitated towards her and made him want to reach out and pull her in for a hug. They stared for a little bit until Derek stepped out in front of her, making her blush.

"This is my LITTLE sister, Cora." Derek introduced her, sending a pointed look at Stiles when he said 'little'. "She was in the vault with Boyd because she came back for me."

The pack all stepped forward to hug her, to which she didn't reciprocate but she did pat them all on the back a few times. What could he say, the pack were a bunch of touch deprived teenage wolves who need to be cuddling or at least touching someone during all times or they would be sad for the rest of the day. Especially Scott and Isaac, they can hardly go 5 minutes without physical touch. When it was his turn, he stepped forward and reached a hand out, she shook it with a firm grip. He inspected her for a little bit before finally speaking up.

"Im Stiles," He smiles. "Sorry about the pack, my puppies get a little touch deprived here and there."

She lets out a barely there smile, but he somehow knows it's there. "Don't worry about it."

"God, you really have Derek's eyebrows." He jokes, trying to ease the tension. She actually lets out a confused laugh and he smiles, not noticing the weird look Allison was giving the two.

Cora was utterly confused. She hadn't genuinely laughed in years, always stuck in her sour, broody mood. In walked this brown eyes Bambi and she actually laughed. Full on tummy laughed. What the hell is going on?

They were finally shown the restrooms and were given a pair of fresh, clean clothes for after their shower, but only after getting some complaints from the other pack members (Cough, Jackson, cough, Lydia). Boyd huffs and mumbles out a 'you guys should try being locked in a vault' before going into the restroom, Erica following close behind him. Scott and Isaac were making kiss noises from behind them and Erica turned just to flip them off.

Stiles was about to instruct Cora as to where the other restroom was when Derek held him back by a hand to the chest. "Allison can manage." Derek states, making Jackson laugh and Scott face palm.

Derek leaves the room only after he makes sure Stiles wasn't going into the restroom with his baby sister. Jackson speaks up, asking what the other guys in the room were wondering, minus Scott.

"So, what? You're over Allison now that the female Hale is here?" He asks, popping some chips in his mouth.

"Nah, shes just a hot girl. Im a guy, Jackson. I can admit when I find someone hot." Stiles clarifies, looking for a movie to put on for their sleepover. Scott had earlier called home, catching their parents up and informing them that they were gonna spend the night at Derek's loft.

Isaac snatched the remote from Stiles' and he let it go without a fight. Him and Scott were sitting side by side on the couch, rearranged just how Allison liked sitting during movie nights. Stiles traced the tattoo on his hand and smiled. It was times like these when he found himself missing his mom more than ever. He wished he had a mom to teach him things, and to watch movies with, and to make warm cookies with.

Looking back at it though, Mellisa was doing a damn good job at making him feel like one of her real kids, so much so that he almost called her mom one time. He had always admired that Scott didn't mind sharing his mom. Whether it was Stiles or Isaac, or even Jackson sometimes, he didn't mind. Mellisa had unofficially adopted all the kids in the pack. They were welcome over to the Stilinski- McCall house whenever.

Whether they were hurt, hungry, sad, or even just needed someone to talk to, they were always welcomed with open arms. It was perfect because he didn't mind sharing his dad with Scott the nights when Scott needed one and his was God knows where.

His train of thought was lost as Allison came out and sat in between the two with popcorn. She handed them their drink each and got comfortable while Isaac picked a movie. The boys were looking at her like she had just hung the stars. Cora walked out of the restroom with her hair being held up in a towel. She sat beside Stiles and was thrown a drink by Boyd who sat in the love seat with Erica. Erica, who was actually purring and digging her head in Boyd's neck.

When Isaac finally decided on a movie, they had all gotten comfortable tangled in with each other. After the movie, none of them remembered the last time they had a complete puppy pile, so they rearranged themselves for bed. Even Derek got comfortable in his spot in the middle, the teenagers clinging to him and positioning around him. Like that, they fell asleep, no longer wanting to take advantage of each other's presence.

Waking up was probably the hardest thing Allison had to do in a looong time. Well, besides her mom dying of course. Ever since her mom died she hadn't had a good night of sleep. Allison turnt to check her surroundings and she really was surrounded. She was cuddled up to Scott's leg.

She looked over to see Jackson and Lydia, who she had called last night and told her to come over for a pack sleepover cuddled up. Scott and Stiles stayed near but for some reason Cora was cuddled up to Stiles chest. She doesn't know why thats such a problem to her but for some reason, it is. Scratch that, she knows exactly why it's a big problem for her. She knows it's not exactly right to string two boys along, especially because if her aunt was still here, she would be extremely proud of her, but she cant help it.

They both make her extremely happy and they were both the reasons she made it through her mom's death. Okay, that might not be an extremely valid reason, but she cant exactly describe it in words. They both treat her like shes a princess and shes sure thats the only reason her dad is somewhat comfortable with being around the two more than the rest of the pack. They didn't have the best childhoods, but they never failed to be gentleman. It wasn't just exclusive to her, everybody knew the boys were gentleman.

Whether it was for her, Lydia, Erica, or even the newest girl to the School, Kira. She smiles at the two, thinking of how proud Ms. McCall should be, when someone poked her in her rib.

She hissed out an ow and hit the hand away. Erica giggled and wiggled her eyebrows. "I see Cora and Stiles are awfully close."

Allison turnt back to Stiles and Cora, and shrugged. "They barely met yesterday,"

"Getting jealous, yet?" Lydia added to the conversation from her spot next to Jackson, who was actually cuddled up to her stomach.

"I have no reason to be jealous, guys" She sighed and laid her head back down. Her girls moved from their comfortable spots and cuddled up to her.

"There would be no shaming from us if you just admit that your a little jealous," Erica whispered, her eyes fluttering closed.

"Its making me feel something but I don't know exactly what. I hate that I have to string them both along because I cant figure my feelings out," She leaned into the cuddles and pulled them closer.

That was the truth. She doesn't like having two boys to choose from, despite her dead aunts opinions, it sucks. They were both extremely handsome, and funny, and sweet, and they could defend themselves perfectly, did she already say handsome? Since she came back from France, they helped her train, helped her pick up her school supplies, and caught her up on all the homework she didn't do in the name of Summer.

"We support you, Ali. We love you so much," Lydia smiled down at her, to which she returned. 

"I love you guys more."

The boy's had obviously grown closer with the other boys in the pack while she was away, but they still hadn't accepted Derek as their alpha. She was glad them and the pack boy's were growing closer. It was clear that they were rubbing off on Jackson by the change in the way he would speak to herself and mainly Lydia. Except, that was mainly because either Stiles or Scott's glare was deadly whenever his tone got too loud and ugly while talking to them. She didn't wanna say Jackson and Isaac trusted and went to Scott and Stiles more, but thats exactly what she's saying.

That would sometimes get Derek mad, but it would also take a few things off his plate, which was better for him despite what he thought. You could never really tell what Derek was feeling, but right now he looked content. Surrounded by his found family, (They call themselves that). Allison did eventually fall back asleep listening to the snoring and shifting movements of the pack around her.

When everyone was finally awake, Lydia filled them in on the events of last night and how she came to finding the body by the community pool (She didn't know that part exactly). She told them where she found the body, how she mysteriously walked in a sleep walk daze like how she was when Peter bit her (If looks could kill, Peter would be dead) to the body, and the purity ring the body had. They listened on in fascination and Stiles' attention shifted elsewhere. He had gotten a call from Mellisa last night and a few texts to come to the hospital when he woke up.

Is this what she had wanted to talk about? The body Lydia had found? He stood up and headed for the door. Without answering any questions, he hopped in Roscoe and headed for the hospital. It was a Saturday so Mellisa did work that day.

He got out of Roscoe and walked to the front desk of the hospital. Mellisa saw him before he saw her and brushed his hair out of his face, he didn't refuse and just leaned into her touch.

"So it's confirmed, Boyd really is back home?" She grins, really showing off where Scott got his cute puppy look from.

"Yeah, maybe a little traumatized, but he's at the loft right now," He confirmed, pulling away and putting a hand on her stomach. "Cant believe your due date is so close, how's our girl?"

"She's great, your dad has been such a great help. Anyways, this isn't what I called you for," She shook her head at how Stiles had distracted her so quickly. "Follow me."

Stiles followed her without any questionings into a dark room. When she flipped the light switch on, it became clear they were in a hospital room with two bodies that were covered by tarp. He narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows at her, signaling for her to explain. She basically just explained what Lydia had already described to them, but then she started listing the injury's the body had sustained. She showed him how the damage done was too technical to be just any random supernatural creature.

When Stiles had pitched that it could just be a random murder, she uncovered the other body. When the body was fully uncovered, Stiles' heart dropped. There she was.

Heather. Sweet, beautiful, childhood friend Heather. 17 year old Heather, who he didn't have the opportunity to say goodbye to because he was too wrapped up in his own feelings for Allison. Heather, who didn't at all deserve to die, especially in such a brutal way. Tears found their way down his cheeks as he remembered all the good times they had together.

Mellisa had finally caught on to what was happening and covered the body immediately. She pulled him in for a hug and let him wet up her scrubs.

"Im so sorry hun, I didn't even think."

"Me and Scott were supposed to be at her party," He starts, forming the sentences in his head. "I didn't get to say goodbye because I let my emotions get the best of me."

"Her names Heather, she just turned seventeen. She didn't deserve this." 

His brows furrowed and he turned to the other body, seeing the cut on the neck and thinking back to Lydias earlier description of how she found the body. The puzzle pieces were arranging themselves in his mind and the purity ring before mentioned was another thought he had.

"Any other bodies tonight? Missing people, anything?" He asks, leaning on the table.

"No," She answers, confused on why he needed to know. "Wait, two girls. They brought a girl in, Caitlyn. I overheard that her girlfriend, Emily, just disappeared while they were camping."

"Shes not found yet?" Stiles was trying his hardest not to breakdown in tears. Why did it have to be Heather underneath the tarp?

"I need to talk to her. She here?"

"Yeah, I think shes here." Stiles mumbles a thanks and tries to get past Mellisa to find the girl. Mellisa stops him with a soft push that put him back into the place he was standing in before.

"Okay, okay, wait. Just wait-" Stiles didn't have any time to waste, it had already happened to Heather, he needed to stop it before any other bodies ended up underneath tarps.

"I need to talk to her."

"Why?" She asks, genuinely considering taking him to her.

"Because, I think I might have an idea as to why this is all happening."

Boyd and Cora were still getting used to touch and affection after being all each other had for so long. Seeing all the others around their age was like a breath of fresh air for them. For Boyd, it was a little easier because they were all his friends before he got abducted by the alpha werewolves. Cora, though, was a different story. Obviously she had friends back in South America, but none of them this enthusiastic and affectionate.

For some reason, she liked it. She hadn't really felt like she belonged in such a long time. She thinks it just might be different here. With this new pack. Her brother's pack. She didn't absolutely hate the idea of it.

Talking to Caitlyn was harder than you would probably imagine. When he finally convinced her he wasn't a cop or anything like that, she didn't really want to answer any questions, but they were around the same age and she did end up talking to him. She was evidently shaken up with whatever she saw in the woods last night. 

"We weren't drinking or anything like that, I've been there camping plenty of times."

"Okay, but why last night?" Stiles asks, trying his hardest not to tower over her.

"We wanted to be alone for one night, she lives with her mom, and I have three roommates," She explains, staring at the cover of the hospital bed. "Not exactly a romantic setting, Y'know?"

Stiles was looking at her knowingly. He knew something and she knew he knew something. "How long have you two been together?"

"Three months now"

"You wanted to make it romantic?" He questions, knowing the answer already.

"Yeah, you know, because-"

Stiles sees the grimace on her face and finished the sentence for her. "Because it was her first time."

For the first time of the conversation, she met his eyes. "They're gonna find her, right? They have too."

Stiles and Mellisa debated getting her hopes up and promising the police would find her, but they just couldn't. Neither of them could stand there and lie to her face, they couldn't give her false hope that they didn't even have. Instead, Stiles pulls her in for a hug and lets her cry.

It was now Scott's turn to view the bodies. He saw all the different unique marks and injuries the body had and Stiles explained everything Mellisa had told him to Scott. When Scott nodded his head, Stiles put the tarp back over the body. When he uncovered Heather's, he couldn't help but stare.

"So, this isn't a werewolf situation? Thats good, right?" Scott asks, trying to redirect Stiles' attention.

"No, not a werewolf thing, we're gonna wish it was, though." Stiles confirmed, still slightly overwhelmed from earlier's discovery.

"Whys that?"

"I don't know yet. They are gonna find that girl in the woods, but not the way they want to find her," Stile's fills Scott in on his theory he has on what might be happening in Beacon Hill's now. "Emily, Heather, this guy, they were all virgins. They will all have the same injuries, without a doubt. It's called the threefold death."

"So they aren't random murders? What are they, then?" Scott questions, covering Heather's body back up.

"They're human sacrifices, Scott."

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Scott and Deaton were in the clinic giving a shot to a dog that was brought in for a check up. Scott was holding the dog down while Deaton gave him the shot.

"Is it gonna hurt him?" The owner of the dog asks worriedly.

Deaton chuckles and gives the dog the shot. The dog was lying still while the owner winced and turned away. Deaton looks up at the owner with a smile. "It usually hurts most for the owner."

The owner smiles and Scott picks the dog up from the spot he was lying on the table, while Deaton pulls his gloves off and explains the results for the tests and the possible reasons the dog could have been sick. Scott bends over and sets the dog on the floor, noticing a dog tag that read, 'Bullet'.

"Bullet? That's sick, man."

"Yeah, his brothers at home are Beretta and Trigger." He explains, crouching to be level with Scott and his dog. The dog whimpers and lies on the floor, accepting the pets it was getting from Scott.

"Looks like he really knows who the alpha is." That sentence really caught Scott's and Deaton's attention, but the guy just laughs and continued giving his dog attention. Scott and Deaton sneak a look at each other over the guys shoulder.

"What the hell was that?" Scott blurted 15 minutes after the guy walked himself and his dog out of the clinic. "Does that mean he knows about the alphas, is he an alpha?"

Deaton shakes his head unknowingly, this being the first time Deaton didn't have any clue about since Scott found out he knew about the supernatural. If Deaton didn't know, Scott definitely had no clue in the world.

"I don't know, I think he was just making a harmless joke," He reasons while Scott wiped the examination table off. "But we can never be too sure in situations like these."

Scott decided to drop the topic, seeing that Deaton didn't know what to tell him. However, just because he stopped talking about it didn't mean it would leave his head completely. He still thought about all the different hidden messages the random man's words could have.

Coming from outside, he could hear the same dog they had just did a check up on barking. He started to walk outside, thinking maybe the man's car just broke down. He got outside only to see the car still in the lot but the man and dog no where to be seen. That confused him mainly because he had just heard the dog barking, and it had already been a while since they walked out. He looked over to the dark alley that was only lit up by a small not that bright light.

There the dog was, barking its tiny head off. Scott walked over and picked it up, confused as to where the owner was. It was late and by now, the owner and his dog should have been on the way home. The air felt dark and the sky was dark, with hardly any stars, giving a very eerie feeling. He walked in the clinic after getting a bad feeling, going to tell Deaton about what was happening.

The next day, him, Stiles, and Jackson were getting ready to leave for the cross country trip they were going on with Coach. Stiles listened attentively while Scott caught him and Jackson up on the previous night, taking off his T- shirt and throwing it in his locker. Jackson walked to his own locker on the opposite side of Scott and Stiles'.

"Okay, so this guy goes missing, right? Did he look like the kinda guy to be a virgin maybe?" Stiles asked, while Scott rolled his eyes and threw his jersey on.

Ever since he found out Heather and the other guy Mellisa showed him the body of were virgins, he had grown a weird obsession with trying to connect the victims with being virgins.

"What the hell kinda question is that, Stiles?" Jackson pinches the bridge of his nose and leans his head on the locker, wondering how he became friends with Stiles and Scott in the first place.

"Oh, no, definitely not. It's a new rule for working at the clinic. Deaton makes me have sex with all the clients to make sure they stay hooked." Scott told him with sarcastic enthusiasm, taking a page out of Stiles Stilinski's book to being an asshole.

Jackson was grinning ear to ear, shirtless and putting deodorant on. Stiles didn't seem to appreciate the humor as much as Jackson, giving him an unimpressed stare. "Oh don't worry about it, it's not that bad. It's great actually."

"Stiles, how the hell am I supposed to know if he's a virgin or not?!" Scott asks, not appreciating being asked if one of his clients was a virgin. "and stop talking like he's officially dead, he's just missing."

"Missing and presumed dead because he's probably a virgin, Scott. You wanna know who else is a virgin? Me. Im a virgin. That means my lack of sexual experience is now actually a threat to my life. You know what else that means? I need to have sex, like, right now. Someone needs to have sex with me, like, today. Someone needs to sex me, like, right now." Stiles rants without any breaks, pulling out his jersey and jacket and then slamming his locker shut.

"Alright, I'll do it." Stiles shouts and jumps when he hears Danny's voice from behind him. His ears couldn't believe what they had just heard, he lets out a quiet 'what?'.

Jackson peeks from around the lockers, his eyebrows almost touching his hair from hearing Danny, of all people, saying he would take Stiles' virginity.

"Come over at 9. Plan to stay the night. Im big on aftercare and cuddling." Danny tells him, leaning on his locker with his lime green v- neck and crossbody bag, while giving Stiles an up and down look.

"That's so sweet, Danny." Stiles smiles, actually considering the offer in his head for a few seconds. "Are you kidding?"

Scott and Jackson were looking at each other with matching eyebrows touching the top of their heads. If anything, Danny was probably the person they shouldn't be surprised about. They had been flirting with each other unknowingly most of last year and a little bit of the year before.

"Yes. I'm kidding." Danny confirms with a sly smile, walking away from the two. Jackson lets out a cackle and walks back over to his locker while Stiles just scowls.

"You know, you shouldn't play with a guy's emotions like that, Danny. It's not hot." Stiles yells across the room at Danny, who had already walked away.

Isaac snuck into the locker room door, a little late, and was immediately spotted by coach, who had chosen that exact moment to walk out of his office. "Happy to have you back, Lahey. Not very happy that you're late, however."

"Good to be back, Coach." Isaac says, walking to his locker beside Danny's.

"I'll remind you guys if you forgot, cross country is NOT optional for my Lacrosse players. I don't need my players turning into a bunch of lazy fat asses in the off season." Coach tells them, motioning over at Jackson, Isaac, and Danny's area, where they were all standing with their shirt's off and raised eyebrows, their muscles all on full display.

"Work on that." Coach finishes, not proving much of a point with the people he chose to use as An example, and finally started walking back to his office.

After finally making it to the meet, everyone was tying their shoes and taking their jackets off, getting prepared to start running. The twins were hovering behind Isaac while he tied his shoes, smirking at one another. It was clear they were trying to rile him up, which was obviously working. Coach told them they could start, and shouted a reminder for them to pace themselves.

Isaac glared in the direction they ran off in, standing up and quickly running to catch up with them."Isaac!" Scott shouted at him, running to stop him from doing something he would regret. Stiles huffs and follows, mumbling about how Isaac was such a drama queen.

Isaac was quickly advancing on them, leaving the regular kids in the dust. Not even trying to be subtle anymore, he ran faster than humanly possible trying to catch the twins. They were laughing and leading him deeper in the woods, like it was some funny joke. When Isaac finally got tired, he came to a stop and the twins weren't anywhere around him. Neither was Scott. Or Stiles.

All of a sudden, he was being tackled from the back and thrown to the floor. Isaac grunted when he was grabbed by his arms and they were held against his back. They finally came into vision when his hair was pulled, making him look up.

"Ethan, I always forget, how many bones are there in the human body?" Aiden, apparently, asked.

"I don't know, let's count." Ethan replied with a cocky grin.

Scott finally caught up and seen what was going on. He hit Ethan with a right hook that sent him straight to the floor. "There's one."

Due to the distraction, Isaac hopped up and fled to Scotts side. Ethan glared and popped his jaw back into place, standing up and joining his brother.

"Now that's how you make an entrance. Take notes." Stiles jokes, going to stand beside Scott and Isaac.

The twins growled and let their claws drop. The three betas did the same and flashed their sharp teeth. The red eyed alphas were about to strike when they all heard a piercing scream. Their hands snapped to their ears, attempting to block out the loud noise overthrowing their senses.

After the screaming stopped and their ears were clear, the three betas ran over to where the screaming came from. They get there to see Jackson staring confusedly at a body attached to a tree by what looked like... a dog collar? The body's shoes and clothes were stained with blood coming from everywhere.

"It's him, isn't it?" Jackson asks, as the Coach tries to calm the girlfriend down. Nobody saw it at the time but the collar read, "Bullet".

After only a few minutes of calling the cops, they ran on to the scene, Including the Sheriff, trying to get all of the kids away from the crime scene. He instructed his people to get the kids all away from the scene before they messed any evidence up. The kids were being yelled at by the officers to get back, only listening when Coach intervened and pushed them back. Stiles got his dad's attention and pulled him by the arm over to the body.

"Dad, just look. It's the exact same as the others."

"Yeah, I see, Stiles. What does it mean?" His dad questions, looking around to make sure no one could hear.

"I have no idea yet, but I think whoever is doing this could be going after virgins, specifically." Stiles informed, inspecting the body closer.

The sheriffs eyes widen and he pinches the bridge of his nose in disbelief, not because he didn't believe his son, but because the sentence that just left his son's mouth sounded so disbelievingly crazy.

"You boys have to get out of here. Go to school, let us handle this until it becomes a problem that needs your certain expertise, got it?" He orders, waving his officer over and dismissing the four.

"You heard the man, Bilinski! It's probably just some homeless kid anyways." Coach adds, ushering the boys away.

"He was a senior at Beacon Hills." The girlfriend told Coach, a solid stream of tears leaving her eyes.

Coach gasped and covered his mouth in shock. "He wasn't on the team, was he?"

Kyle's girlfriend glared at Coach and was escorted away by a police officer, who turned to glare at Coach for his insensitiveness as well. On the opposite side of them, the twins gave each other matching confused looks.

"We all seeing this? The way they looked at each other? Like they don't have a clue whats happening." Stiles confirm, wiping the sweat off his forehead with his jersey.

"Or they're just very good performers." Jackson glared.

"Jacksons right, theres no way these bodys are popping up out of no where only after the alpha pack arrives and its not their doing." Isaac adds, shaking his head in disbelief.

"It's not a coincidence these body's only show up when they come around, Stiles." Isaac says.

"No, but I still don't think it's their doing."

Isaac scoffs and looks over at Scott expectantly. Scott raises his eyebrows and looks between the two, confused. He just then realized they wanted him to choose between their two different ideas.

"Don't look at me. I couldn't choose a side even if I wanted to, I don't know yet."

"You don't know yet?" Stiles repeats, squinting his eyes and scratching his eyebrow.

Scott sighs and motions over at Isaac, "He's got a point, Stiles. Human sacrifices, really?"

Jackson drops his head with a huff, already knowing where this would likely be going. "Scott, our eyes turn into yellow glow-sticks, we howl at the moon every full moon, hair grows from our cheeks, and if we were to be shot with a gun, we would just magically heal ourselves, but your having trouble believing in human sacrifices, are you serious right now?"

Scott looks over to Isaac with a sigh. "He's got a point too, Isaac."

"I don't care. They killed Heather, they killed Kyle, and they tried to kill Boyd and Cora. Im gonna kill them." Isaac says, making Stiles flinch at the mention of Heather.

Cora was huffing and doing pull ups, after choosing to skip school and stay home with Derek instead. It had now been a while since her and Boyd were saved from the vault. Things were calming down slightly. Though, not much because the alpha pack was still around and the asshole twins went to the same school as the pack. Stiles had been teaching her how to drive in his jeep, and Scott had invited her to start training with the rest of the pack.

"You do know you need to rest, right?" Derek asked from the couch, reading a novel.

"I cant rest, not with the other pack still out there and all the body's turning up." Cora replies, hopping down and starting on her push ups.

"Come on Derek, practice with me. DONT hold back. You might hold back when we're fighting, but they wont. I need to be prepared." She pleaded.

Derek sighed and walked over to her, letting her get a few punches out before he started fighting back. He did what she asked of him and didn't hold back, which gave Cora the push she needed to land a few hits and block some. She was still putting most of her energy into fighting him when she noticed he wasn't even batting an eye with his punches. She growled and pushed him back.

"Fight back!" She pushed away from him. "This is what I came back for? Finding out the all powerful Derek Hale was still alive, the alpha of a new pack? I need to survive Derek, that wont happen if you keep babying me."

"Yeah okay, angsty teenager, I understand. How do you think I feel? I already lost Laura, I wont lose you too. Finding out you were alive was the best thing thats happened in a while besides meeting-" He stopped himself and his face scrunched up, confusing himself by what he was about to say.

"Yeah let me guess, Scott and Stiles?

He cleared his throat and was about to walk away when the loft alarm started going off. They were both fully alert and staring at the loft door.

"What's that?" Cora asked, forgetting all about their tiny argument.

"Can't mean anything good."

The slide door pushed open and the big one, Ennis, maybe? walked in and growled threateningly at them. Cora was more of an attack now ask questions later kind of girl, so she was about to pounce when Derek stopped her by putting a hand on her shoulder. She decided to listen and wait  it out. In walked toe nails and Cora's glare deepened. She striked forward to Derek, who slickly dodged her deadly toe nails and grabbed her foot, throwing her to the ground.

Kali picked herself up and started repeatedly making attempts at Derek with her long, deadly toe nails. When another one of her kicks was caught and it got her thrown across the loft and into a wall, she jumped up and pulled the pole down from where Cora was just doing pull ups. She clocks Derek in his face with the pole, and then sends a body shot straight to his ribs. He was on the floor and screaming for Cora to run. She spun the pole in the air then plunged it right in his stomach.

"No!!" Cora yelled and jumped at her, grabbing hold of the bitches hair and held on tight, even when Ennis came up and tried to pull her off. She kept holding on, knowing she couldn't take the alphas on, alone at that. She let her claws retract and dig into Kali's scalp. She hissed and tried digging her teeth into Cora, while Ennis tried to pull them apart.

Derek had crawled away in the midst of the action and was attempting to pull the pole out, only being halfway successful. It hurt like hell but he had to help his sister before they killed her. While this was happening, the alphas suddenly went quiet when the sound of a cane hitting the floor started coming down the loft stairs. He looked up and recognized the guy as Deucalion. He had heard whispers of the name but never had an encounter before then, besides when his mom was still alive.

"That's enough of that, you two." He walked over to them and took what looked like a cap off his cane. Swinging it back and hitting both Kali and Ennis, barely missing Cora as she ducked and jumped over to Derek, pulling the pole the rest of the way out quickly. He howls in pain, and lays his head on her chest, his chest heaving. Finally being able to relax without a pole inside of him. "Beaten by a beta, really?"

"Im stronger than you may think, no matter the color of my eyes."

He smiles politely, despite what, (what is she even supposed to call them? Fellow alphas, Alphas who submitted to another Alpha?) his friends had just done to Derek. He bent over and was level with Derek, whose eyes were hooded.

"Let's talk." He lifted Derek's chin, as Cora glared. "I did ask her to be gentle, but.."

"This was me being gentle." Kali glared at Cora.

Cora scoffed and blew some hair she had pulled out of her head with a kiss. Cora smiled at how disturbed it made her, seeing as she was about to attack but was held back by a sharp look from the man with the cane.

Finally being back at school wasn't going good, because now all Isaac could do was clench his fists and glare at the air. He sat at his assigned table, reflecting on what had just happened at the meet. First, he was very clearly being toyed with and antagonized by the twins with the stupid matching faces that made him 2x more angry, THEN he was punched by the same before mentioned twins after being led deep into the trail, NOW Scott was staring at him like he was going to explode any second now.

To be fair, he did feel like exploding with anger. Stiles and his stupidly, kind of logical  theory. He didn't understand. Heather's death very clearly affected him, he didn't show it much, but they all knew and felt the differences in his attitudes. So it did affect him, but why didn't he want revenge?

Isaac sure did. They killed her, an innocent 17 year old girl who hadn't even lost her virginity, and they tried to kill Boyd, sweet, Boyd who always minded his own business. Even thinking about the torture Cora and Boyd endured made him want to wolf out and get revenge on all of the alphas. In the midst of his thinking, he didn't even notice his fingers digging into the desk until Scott shook him and motioned towards the scratched up desk. His hand flung in the air and when he was called on, he asked to go to the restroom.

Isaac walked out, and Scott hopped up. He couldn't let Isaac go to the restroom in his state, he would follow the twins scent and eventually find himself outnumbered.

"I need to go too!" Mr. Harris turned slowly to Scott and shook his head.

"Two people can't go at the same time, McCall." He informed, then turnt back to the board to write something in chalk.

"Call my mom! It's more of a medical issue."

"Scott, piss your pants for all I care, I would still tell you two people can't go at the same time." Harris kept his same neutral annoying face.

"Cant go a few minutes without your little boyfriend?" He joked, turning back to the board.

"And if he was my boyfriend? Would that be a problem?" Scott asked challengingly, crossing his arms. "You do know Danny is gay, right? He's had many boyfriends. Anything you want to say to him?"

Harris turnt back quickly, seeing all the teenagers faces staring at him, just waiting for him to say the wrong thing. One of those teenagers being Danny, who played along and raised an eyebrow. Harris stammered with his words, not wanting to offend Danny, of all people.

"Just sit down, McCall." He decided on, angrily.

Just outside the room the twins and Isaac were having a staring contest. Isaac's feeling of anger quickly turned into confusion when Ethan was suddenly being punched in the face by his twin brother. He was watching as Ethan was on the ground being repeatedly punched. Completely coincidentally (he got a message from Scott) Stiles came prancing down the hallway and stood by Isaac.

"What are they doing?" He questioned.

"No idea. Should we leave?" Isaac questioned, not having the willpower to look away from Ethan's head being smashed into the lockers

Aiden, out of breath, grabbed his brothers shoulders and threw him on the floor besides the two. He smiled at them one last time, and started walking down the hallway. Mr. Harris, having heard the smash against the locker from inside the locker, opened the door and walked out, being followed by the rest of the class.

"What is this? What's going on, Lahey?" Harris questions, not even noticing the other twin turning to walk down a different hallway. "Stilinski, what are you even doing here?"

"Ethan, you alright?" Danny asks, bending over to level with him.

Ethan was squinting and trying to sound hurt, as if the cut on his cheek wouldn't just heal itself within a few minutes. "He- he just came at me."

"Isaac? What the hell did you do?" Harris asks, raising his voice slightly.

Isaac sighs and shakes his head, knowing even if he tried defending himself, this looked really bad.

"This wasn't Isaac. I was here the whole time, Harris-"

"That's Mr. Harris, Stilinski. Im not stupid, I know what this is. I want you, and you in detention during lunch." He says obnoxiously, pointing at Stiles and Isaac.

Derek was more stable on his own now and  propped up on his knees, whenever he would get wobbly, Cora would hold him up.

"We're not unreasonable, Derek. Why do you Kali didn't kill your sister the second we walked in?"

"Because she was too busy getting her hair ripped out of her ugly head." Cora sassed.

"What do you want? To kill me?" Derek asks.

"Im not boring, either. Don't put me in categories with sociopaths like your uncle. Im more of a non-boring, simple man, you see. Im here, specifically, to show you how much vision a blind man can have."

His eye color turned red and the Hale's siblings heads both tilted to the side, wondering what it could be that the man wanted.

"You see, that is one con of being in an alpha pack. Everyone wants to be the leader. Me on the other hand, im more interested in finding new talent, like you."

"Not interested. So what? You recruiting for a little werewolf baseball team or something?" Derek questions, sounding a lot like Stiles in that moment.

"You haven't even heard my pitch, though." He says, making himself sound disappointed.

"I don't need to, you want me to kill my pack."

"No, I only want you to kill two of your pack members." He corrects Derek, cleaning his glasses on his jacket. "When you feel the power after that, I wont have to convince you to kill the other's."

"I did it, Ennis did it, Kali did it, even the twins did it. What's it like to kill one of your own, Kali?"

She hummed happily at the thought and looked up at the ceiling letting herself think back to the day. "Liberating."

"Take our advice, you don't wanna be tied down to a bunch of unreliable, hormonal teenagers bound to cause trouble, y'know I have a feeling they're causing trouble as we speak." He smiled knowingly.

Isaac and Stiles were fuming, walking down the hallway in perfect unison. Scott and Jackson were following, Scott trying to convince them not to let it get to them. Stiles had tried his hardest to give the twins and the alphas the benefit of the doubt, but he was done now. He was completely done. They wanted to make them mad, mission accomplished.

"C'mon, don't let it bother you guys." Scott pleaded. "It's only lunchtime detention, okay? Don't let it get to you, they just wanna piss you off.

Stiles opened his locker, feeling like he wanted to rip those two in half. He needed something or someone to blame for Heather's death, why not let it be those two douchebags. He was done being called crazy for trying to solve whatever was happening. Now, he was going to let all his anger and grief out on them. He noticed when both Isaac and Scott both go silent, he looked down the hallway in the direction they were looking and saw Aiden leaning on Lydia's locker, asking to hangout.

"Apparently, it's not just us he wants to piss off." Isaac says, noticing the grimace on Scott and Jacksons face.

"So tonight?" They all heard with their keen hearing, Lydia squinted her eyes and patted his chest, walking off.

Jackson growled and glared, for some reason feeling pissed off about seeing Lydia with that douche. Scott was glaring too, but not for the same reason as Jackson, but because Lydia was one of his best-friends, and he couldn't let anything happen to her. Aiden smiled at them, then started walking down the hallway.

"What?" Scott snapped, noticing Isaac's gaze still lingering on himself and Jackson.

"Now they're getting to you." Isaac scoffed.

"Im done, Scott. They want to make us mad, they've done it. Bringing Lydia into this is going too far. They need to be put down." Stiles slams his locker shut.

Scott groaned as he spied on the girlfriend of the guy's body they had just found inside of the office. Stiles, Isaac, and even Allison had lunch detention. He knew this was a bad idea, but what other choice did he have? It was hard, but they had officially gotten Stiles mad. So, that meant Scott had to figure this out now.

He jumped to sit on his butt on the chair as the officer leads her out of the office and instructs her to wait standing outside of the office. He watched as the girl rubbed her hands together, taking a deep breath. He decided that the right time was now and got up, slowly walking up to her, not wanting to scare her.

"Hey, Ashley. Can I talk to you for a second, please?" Scott asks, grabbing her arm and pulling her to the side of the office gently.

"Okay, this is going to sound really creepy, but I promise it's nothing like what you may think, okay? I apologize in advance." Scott warns her, scratching his eyebrow. She nods confusedly.

"Was Kyle a virgin?"

"What?" She asks in a small voice, scrunching her eyebrows.

"Was he a virgin, or did you, y'know?"

"You know I really don't see how this is any of your business at all, but no. He wasn't a virgin." She answered truthfully, seeing as her heart didn't skip and stayed steady.

"Im sorry for your loss, Ashley. Im sure you two loved each other a lot." Scott tells her, even as she was being led away by a police officer.

"What are you doing here, Scott? What did I tell you boys?" The Sheriff asks, looking inside the office window at the people dressed in FBI vests. "See that? That's the FBI, they pulled together a task force to help up, because it looks like we have a serial killer on our hands, do you get that?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Then what are you doing?" He questioned, lowering his voice.

"Finishing what Stiles started and trying to find a pattern."

Stiles, Isaac, and Allison were all sitting in detention getting split into groups for their detention assignment. They were all put in the same group and assigned to restocking the janitors closet. Isaac jumped up and walked over to Harris.

"Hey uh, does it have to be with her?" Isaac whispered, secretly pointing back to Allison.

"Now that I know you don't want to, definitely."

Boyd and Erica were walking down the hallway, matching smiles and holding hands. They stopped at Kyle's locker and Boyd attached a piece of paper to it.

"Yo, Boyd?" Scott questions, not knowing Boyd and Kyle knew each other. "You knew Kyle?"

"Yeah, we were in JROTC together." He answered, still holding Ericas hand, who leaned on him.

"So, you were friends then?"

"The pack are the only friends I have, Scott." He answered walking himself and Erica away.

The three walked into the janitors closet, holding the supplies they need to put away. Stiles groaned and handed the supplies he was carrying over to Allison, who wasn't carrying anything.

"Ali can you do it for me, please? I have a huge headache and I just wanna take a quick nap, pleaseee?" Stiles asked Allison, leaning his head on her shoulder.

"Fine, but only because you let me copy your summer homework." She rolled her eyes and set the box of supplied on the shelf. Stiles smiled and left a kiss on her cheek, going to lay his jacket down on the floor and positioning himself on it.

Allison noticed the way Isaac was getting antsy and anxious. "You okay?"

"Uh, yeah, just not a huge fan of small spaces." He says, arranging things on shelves.

"Y'know, I was wondering if I could take this time and officially apologize to you, I haven't had the chance to yet."

"Do you have to?" He asks, continuing to put things on shelves.

"I mean, I don't have t-" She starts, "Im going to anyway."

"Im really sorry about that night. My mom had just died and I really just wanted anyone to blame. I didn't know the full truth of what had actually happened and I let my emotions control me."

He nods awkwardly at her and continues with his task. The room was quiet for a few minutes, Stiles' light snoring the only noise you could hear. Since the only light in the room was from the open door, the room went dark when the door slammed shut. Isaac walks over to the door and starts turning the knob excessively, trying to open the door.

"No, no, no, no, this can't be happening."

"Uh, maybe it locked from the outside." Allison tries, walking over and shaking stiles awake. He picks himself up and walks over to Isaac, who found himself hyperventilating.

"What's happening?!" He demanded, pushing against the door.

"It just shut." Allison said, keeping an eye on Isaac.

"There's something against the door." Isaac says, still trying to push the door open. He was breathing hard and pacing the closet.

"Isaac, I need you to relax. You need to pull it together so we can get out. We need to push against the door together, okay?" Stiles lightly slaps him 2 times and Isaac nods.

They get in position and push against the door in sync. After a few minutes it still wasn't working, and Isaac was just hitting the door with his closed fists. He was being reminded of all those times he was stuck in the deep freezer, trying to push his way out. Isaac gave up and pushed away from the door, now facing towards Allison with his glowing gold eyes, Isaac grabbed her by the wrists and started shaking her.

Stiles snarled, grabbed him by his sweater and pushed him against the wall, his mind set on protecting her. Luckily, he didn't have to press Isaac for much longer because the door was pulled open and light filled the room. Stiles took the chance and threw Isaac away from Allison and into the hallway. Scott ran to Isaac's aid and shook him out of it. Isaac snapped out of it and realized what he had just done.

Scott and Stiles traded places, Stiles patting Isaac's back and Scott checking on Allison.

"Im sorry, I didn't mean to do that. Im so sorry, Im sorry." Isaac squeezed his eyes shut and held on tight to Stiles' arm.

"Its okay, it wasn't his fault. It's not your fault, Isaac." Allison reassured him. "Im okay."

"They obviously don't just want to get us mad anymore, Scott. This is more than that. They want to get someone hurt." Stiles says, his anger growing.

"I know that Stiles, but-" Scott started to say until he was cut off.

"There are no buts, Scott." Stiles interrupted him, picking Isaac up off the floor. Isaac stood there for a few seconds, just looking at Scott.

"So are we gonna do something?" Isaac questions, gritting his teeth.

"Yeah. It's our turn to make them mad."

Allison stood after finishing messing with the motorcycle. She nodded at Isaac and started the engine, letting him know he could get on. She leaned over him to teach him all she could in the little time they had.

"Pull back with your left hand, kick down to put in gear, front brake, throttle. Back brake for stopping. Try not to kill yourself." She smiled, and pushed away from the vehicle.

"Done that before." He smiled for the picture Allison stood back to take of him.

Scott was barely walking into class with Ms. Jennifer when he got the signal that the plan had started. He smirked in the twins directions and took his seat. The teacher was getting the class started with her beginning of class speech when Scott turned to the identical faces. They stared at him with confusion as to why he was staring and giving a creepy smile, but they ended up ignoring it and turning to face the front. They only turnt to see that Scott had a piece that belonged on their motorcycles.

"This looks pretty important." Scott says, spinning the piece in his hand. He pulls out another piece with a grin. "I mean really, how many pieces does a motorcycle need to run?"

Just then, a motorcycle engine was heard outside of the classroom. Aiden hopped up and started running out of the classroom, ignoring his brothers, "Aiden, don't fall for it!"

The engine was roaring in the hallways and Isaac felt great tearing through the hallways. He only hit the brakes when Aiden ran in front of him and gripped the motorcycle. "Get off!"

"Whatever you say." He did a flip off of Aidens shoulders and landed on his feet and started walking away. Aiden hurriedly got on his bike to try and ride it outside, but the teacher got there first.

"Seriously? There are going to be extreme consequences for this, Aiden." She tells him. He looks past her shoulders and sees Derek's pack smirking at him, but with Stiles no where to be found. Ethan turned his head quickly and saw it too. Scott raised his eyebrows and Isaac had a sly smirk.

"Would you like to know the reason im always on the lookout for new talent?" Deucalion asked them, folding his cane back up.

"Do we have a choice?" Derek asked, glaring.

He decided to ignore Derek's tone and told them anyways, "It's simple, really. Packs are stronger based on their individual pack members. When I went blind, my beta decided it was a good idea to challenge me for my power. Killing him taught me that alphas could add their pack members power to theirs by killing them. I started off with one, then another, another, then I killed them all."

He walked over to where Derek was leaning on Cora and lifted Derek's head by pulling his hair. Derek winced and Cora gave a deadly glare. "He does look like his mother. You will get your chance to get to know me more like she did." He says, feeling his face out.

"We know you, we know that you're a fanatic."

"But you don't know me, there's nothing alive like me. The alphas of all alphas, apex of apex predators. Im death, the destroyer of worlds, I am the demon wolf!" He yelled, thunder going off behind him dramatically.

Cora rolled her eyes and held onto Derek a little bit tighter. "Can they even really call themselves alphas if they follow another alpha? Derek's not a bitch, he's the Hale alpha, he's not going to take orders from another."

Deucalion placed his arm into Kali's and they fell into step with one another. "Your decision, Derek." He yells behind him, the three alphas walking out.

"Are you okay?" Cora asked, grabbing his head gently. "Im sorry I couldn't do more."

"This wasn't your fault, Cora." He sighs. "You guys need to go stay somewhere else for a while, it's not safe here anymore."

"Im not leaving you after what just happened." She said sternly.

"You don't have a choice." He tells her and places a hand on his chest wound, that wasn't healing as fast as it should have been.

Lydia was drawing a tree calmly in class. For the first time in a while, she felt relaxed. There was music and conversation happening around her. Someone looked over her shoulder at what she was drawing.

"That looks really good, Lydia." Danny compliments.

"You think so?" Lydia asked smiling.

"You should be in art class, considering you don't like music."

She looks up and sees that she was in a music class. How the hell did she end up in here?

"That's fifteen minutes!" A boy shouted from the other side of the classroom.

The class started walking out, "Whats that?" 

"Fifteen minute rule. Its been fifteen minutes and the teacher didn't show."

Soon, she was the only person left in the room. She stood to examine the room some more and noticed a phone left on the piano. She played the recording that was left on it. The first few minutes on it was regular piano, but when she skipped it, a thud was heard from the piano keys. She jumped and continued to listen.

A faint chanting was heard that made her stomach drop. For some reason, this chanting was making her feel like she knew something she didn't actually know. It gave her a eerie feeling that she gasped at.

Stiles decided to continue back up on his theory from before. He didn't actually believe that the alphas were doing all the murders, he just wanted someone to blame. He was explaining to Deaton everything he researched about the sacrifices, but shocker (not really) Deaton was already aware. Stiles had enough when Deaton cut off his story about mistletoe and was evidently already very aware.

"Im just telling you everything you already know, aren't I?" Stiles scoffs, "Then why do we still know nothing about the situation if your all knowing?"

"Ive spent every moment of the last ten years trying to push something away, Stiles, trying to forget about it, Its a habit im used to already."

"This thing, it's a druid?" Stiles inquires, lowering his voice.

"Not at all, it's a copycat. They're copying a centuries old practice of people who knew no better." Deaton answers, and for the first time, Stiles knew he was being genuine. "Do you know what the word 'druid' means in Gaelic?"

Stiles shook his head no, seeing as he didn't know what was being asked of him.

"Wise oak," He informs, "Celtic druids were close to nature. They wanted to keep it in balance. They were philosophers, not cereal killers."

"Well whatever they were, this thing is the opposite and it's probably happening as we speak. To another random, innocent, unknowing person." Stiles huffs and digs in his pocket to pull out his phone that was ringing, seeing it was Lydia.

"Hey Lyds, nows not really a good time. Can't tal-" Stiles was cut off. "Uhm, ok. Are you sure he's missing?"

"Not just missing Stiles, he's dead. I cant explain it and I don't know how, but I can feel it." Lydia informs him, the question of what Lydia is suddenly came back to Stiles list of questions.

"Okay, give me a few minutes. Don't move and don't let anybody mess with anything." Stiles hung up the phone after Lydia gave him confirmation that she understood.

Deaton was playing the recording that Lydia was talking about. There was chanting and a dark beat in the back that gave them all an unsettling feeling.

"Can we get a copy of this?" He asks, handing the phone back to Lydia. She nods and starts working on sending a copy to her own phone.

Stiles was digging through the music teachers desk trying to find a clue, any clue, as to where he could've gone. "Any thoughts Doc, that might be helpful?"

"Each set of three would have it's own purpose. For example, three mothers, three fathers, three teens, three warriors."

"Wait, wait, wait... Warriors? Could that also be soldiers?" Deaton nodded.

Stiles sighed and held up a picture of the music teacher at his wedding in uniform. The discovery made him think of something else.

"Scott was telling me that Kyle was in ROTC with Boyd."

"That's it, Stiles. Theres our pattern. Wheres Boyd?" Stiles eyes widen and he starts dialing Boyds number.

Why did something always have to happen to Boyd? Couldn't it be someone else for once?

Deaton notices when Lydia's eyebrows furrow as if she had made a discovery. "Lydia? Something wrong?"

"No, just. I think I know someone else with a military connection, I think." She says.

"Who?" Deaton questions.

"Man, I wish I could've seen that. Were they mad as hell?" Jackson laughed, being told about earlier events.

Scott and Isaac's smiles were bright. Basking in the rewarding air of finally getting back at Ethan and Aiden. They had been pushing them for so long that they had actually managed to make Stiles mad. It was only a matter of time.

"Well, they looked a lot like that actually." Scott nodded down the hallway, where they were standing and seething with anger.

Their chests were puffing up and down fast. They looked to each other and nodded. They started taking their tops off. Isaac had to stifle his laugh when Scott looked over at them, looking extremely horrified and confused.

"Why are we getting undressed guys? Im sure theres another, less sexual way we can handle this." Jackson joked.

His smirk fell when the two started morphing into a singular huge alpha. Their bodies mixed and they soon stood, a huge creature with red eyes and a line down its head where the faces mixed. Their eyes widened and Isaac threw his backpack, stepping forward.

"We can take em." Isaac raised his clenches fists.

"Like hell we can!" Jackson glared.

"You cant be serious. RUN!" Scott yelled and the three tried to run. Jackson managed to run pretty far but stopped when Isaac and Scott were picked up and their heads were smashed together.

He huffed and ran back to help them. He managed to claw the creature in its back but it threw him to Scott and Isaacs side. He groaned and let his head fall back to the floor. The twins growled at the three, but immediately quieted down when a cane walker was heard from behind them. Isaac turned his head back to see what they were looking back and saw what looked like a blind man with a cane walking towards them.

The man stopped in front of the twins and took a cap off the end of his walking stick. He pulled it back and swung it forwards, hitting both of them in one swing. Scott flinched for them and their cheeks started dripping with blood. Without a word, he walked away, the twins following.

"Who the hell is that?" Isaac asked, holding his head.

"Thats the alpha of the alpha packs. Deucalion."

Stiles and Lydia rushed into the classroom, the door needing a bit of a push, seeing as it was jammed. Lydia started searching around the desk and Stiles started sniffing around, searching for his scent. Deaton walked over and picked up the cadet sign that Harris had.

"You know this could all just be a coincidence and he could be in his car, driving home right now."

Stiles shook his head no. "No, he was here recently, I smell him. I have his scent he was here not even a few minutes ago."

"He wouldn't be going home without this." Lydia holds Harris's briefcase up along with his wallet that was in the drawer.

Stiles sighed and started looking around the desk and at the papers. "We were too la-"

"What is it, Stiles?" Deaton asks, noticing the pause Stiles took.

"This is weird." Stiles turns the paper around to show Deaton an 'R' graded paper. "This paper has an R for a grade."

Lydia picks up another. "This one is an H."

They step aside when Deaton steps forwards to look at all the papers that had unusual letters for grades. He picks up the others and notices the pattern between them. He sighs and lines them up in their correct spelling.

"Stiles, remember when I told you 'druid' is the Gaelic word for 'wise oak'?" Stiles nods, and Lydia listens, feeling interested.

"If a druid were to go down the wrong path, the wise oak would sometimes become a dark oak. The Galic word for that is 'Darach'." Deaton reveals, giving context as to why the papers spelt out Darach.

It was a rainy night, the rain pattering the loft windows and making a relaxing noise when making contact. Except, relaxed was the complete opposite of how Isaac felt at the moment.

"I dont understand, Derek." Isaac scoffs. "I went to school and you were fine in the morning. Did something happen?"

"It's not just you, Isaac. Cora's not staying here at the moment either." Derek says, looking out the windows at the rain. "I need you out tonight."

Isaac, feeling hurt and unwanted, says, "Where am I supposed to go, Derek?"

"It's not my problem, Isaac."

"Did I do something wrong? Something to upset you?" Isaac asks, sounding a lot like a sad puppy. "I can fix it, Derek. I promise. I'll be better."

Derek, feeling like the biggest asshole in the world, knew what he had to do to keep him safe. "Your doing something wrong by not leaving."

"Come on, I have no where to go."

"Get out, Isaac." Derek demanded.

"Derek, please. I'll cook, i'll clean."

"Out."

"Please, give me another c-"

"LEAVE!" Derek yelled, throwing a glass at the pole behind Isaac, hoping Isaac was quick enough to dodge it.

He winced, knowing he probably went way too far. He knew of all the trauma Isaac went through with his dad, because Isaac felt safe enough to share that information with him. Using that against him must've felt like a huge stab in the back to him. After being frozen in place for a while, Isaac stood up straight and glared at Derek.

"Your a pathetic excuse for an alpha." Isaac spat, grabbing his bag from the floor. In the pouring rain, he walked. He walked and walked and walked. Tears were streaming down his face and his legs were on autopilot. Before he knew it, he was in front of the Stilinski- McCall household.

Instead of letting himself overthink it, he raised a hand and knocked at the door. He anxiously waited and hoped it would either be Scott or Stiles who opened the door. Because nothing could ever go right for him, Mellisa McCall inevitably opened the front door. She was smiling brightly, but her smile faded away at the sight of the dripping wet Isaac. Isaac feeling uncomfortable under her inspecting gaze looked down at the floor.

"Hunny bring me a towel, quickly!" She yelled up the stairs.

A few seconds later the sheriff ran downstairs with a towel in hand. "Did your water break? Is it happening?"

He stops when he sees Isaac. Mellisa grabs the towel and wraps it around the tall boy, grabbing his backpack dripping with water and giving it to Noah, who ran to put it in the dirty hamper. His eyes watered and his throat tightened despite the fact no one was talking to him.

"Im so sorry to show up unannounced like this." His tears were now evident since the rain wasn't covering them any longer. "Its completely fine to say no, but could I maybe stay here for a little while? Derek kinda threw me out."

Mellisas teeth grinded together and she reached out to grab Isaac's face. "You dont even have to ask, Isaac."

She pulled him in for a hug and he made himself stop the tears. He looked over to the sheriff, who looked angry. "Mr. Stilinski?"

"Of course, kid. I only wish I hadn't turned my gun in before coming home."

So Mellisa set him up in the guest room they had. She gave him soaps and towels for his shower. She gave him clean clothes which came from Stiles closet. He smiled at her and gave her a big thank you hug before bed. Laying down in bed, he kept tossing and turning, replaying the events in his head.

He couldn't sleep. The door to the guest room opened and he quickly turned the bedside light on. He saw it was Stiles and Scott, peaking their head in, holding pillows and blankets. He nods to them and they walk in, setting their blankets up on the floor and pullout couch in the room. Needing someone to vent to, he told them everything.

He told them about how Derek said it wasn't his problem as to where Isaac slept, how Derek yelled at him, and how he used his own trauma with his father against him in a tactic to make him leave. They were shocked that Derek would do something like that, but getting it off his chest felt good. He closed his eyes which now felt lighter than a feather and started drifting off.

"Y'know your always welcome here, Isaac. Mom loves you." Scott assures him, and Isaac huffs letting him know he heard.

Like that, the three boys fell asleep.

Chapter Text

Most of the pack was on a bus, heading to another cross country meet. It was optional for those not on the Lacrosse team, but they all felt like they would be safer together after last nights events. Coach whistled and yelled for a kid to go back to his seat. They were all piled in the back of the bus, shoulder to shoulder.

"Stop thinking about it." Isaac told them, noticing the negative energy coming from all of them.

Boyd rolls his eyes and Erica digs deeper into his side. "Like your not thinking about it too?"

"Of course I am, but theres nothing we can do now."

"I could rip his face off of his head and feed it to little miss toenails." Stiles glared a hole into the back of Ethans head.

"I'll help." Cora huffed.

"Well aren't you two such rays of sunshine" Scott joked, holding his side.

"Are you still hurt?" Jackson asked Scott, seeing him holding his side.

"Nah, just a little bit of pain here and there, nothing I can't handle." Scott smiled.

He reached a foot out and nudged Stiles, who was still glaring. He threw some index cards and Stiles started reading the vocabulary to him. Things were quiet for a while until Erica spoke up.

"Why are we even on this stupid bus?" Erica asked and glanced over at Isaac, who felt numb about the whole situation.

She tried to sympathize with Isaac, considering how Derek treated him, but she was his beta after all. Isaac was his first beta, besides Jackson, but he was accidental and Jackson was more loyal to Scott and Stiles than Derek. Isaac had been staying with the Stilinski- McCalls ever since that fateful day and he seemed pretty happy, but when Derek died he stayed neutral and didn't show much emotion.

The bus hit a bump and jumped causing Scott to groan and clench his eyes shut. All their heads snapped to him and Stiles looked murderous.

"I knew we shouldn't have come!" Jackson exclaimed.

"It's not like we had a choice anyways. Im fine." Scott assured him. He groaned again and Isaac stood.

"Im telling coach that we need to pull-" Scott pulled him back to sit down.

"You cant do that! Im all right."

Stiles turned his head to look over at Scott. "Pull up your shirt, let me see it."

"Stiles-"

"Scott."

Scott sighed and pulled his shirt up, revealing his slash that still looked bloody and fresh. It was an angry red color and it very evidently not healing. Their eyes widened and he pulled his shirt back down.

"It's not a big deal. How much farther?" He deflected.

"Dud-" Isaac started.

"It's that bad because an alpha did it. It will take longer to heal." Cora looked out the window.

"But the rest of us are fine, that doesn't make sense" Erica added.

"I can't believe he's dead." Scott winced.

"Because he's not." Stiles and Cora said at the same time.

"Even if he is, that isn't your fault Scotty, you were trying to help him." Stiles smiled for the first time.

A few miles back, Allison and Lydia were following the bus in Allison's car.

"Im getting way too close, right?"

"I don't know, are we just following or should we hitchhike and hop on?" Allison laughs.

"Yeah, I should back off a little bit."

Lydia made a face that Allison knew as 'I wanna say something but I'll bite my tongue.'

"Just say it, Lydia."

"Why are we stalking both Stiles and Scott?"

"After last night, they aren't going anywhere if im not within distance." Allison shook her head stubbornly. "And this 'stalking'," she motioned with her fingers, "started when Scott came looking for me."

"For what?" Lydia questioned, her lips pursed.

It was a few days after all that happened with the vault, reuniting with Boyd, and welcoming Cora to the pack. Scott was standing at the end of her bed and she was sitting on her bed with her knees against her chest.

"Don't you and your dad have some kind of deal going on? You both stay out of the supernatural and you get to stay in Beacon?" Allison raised her eyebrows.

"That's why you're here then? To tell me to butt out?"

"Im not going to tell you to do anything, per se. I am, however, going to recommend that you butt out of it."

Allison scoffed and picked up a piece of dirty laundry from her bed. "I can take care of myself Scott."

"I know, Allison." He grabbed her arm to stop her from walking away. They were face to face. "These alphas? they're the real deal. I know you're not scared of them, you aren't scared of anything. But they have a lot of advantages."

She rolled her eyes. "You're a werewolf. I can handle you."

"Sure you can. They aren't regular werewolf's, they're alphas." Scott laughed.

"What does that mean?"

"What does what mean?"

"The whole 'Sure you can' thing, what's that?" Allison mocked him.

"I didn't mean anything by it-" She shook her head.

"You don't think I can defend myself against you." She realized.

He went to deny it, but he kind of did agree with that. "Okay, I didn't say that"

"Don't know if you noticed, but im pretty badass with my bow."

"You are." He nodded, "but what if you didn't have it?" He asked, "I have super strength, and alphas have 3x that."

"I have combat training, and im pretty damn good."

"Okay, I have claws."

"Im smarter."

"Im faster."

"Prove it." They stood for a few seconds before she threw a punch and caught him off guard. It didn't connect, but it almost did. She tried with the other arm but he caught it as well. He used her arms in his hands to spin her around and pull her closer to his chest.

Their lips were inches apart, and they were body to body. She felt warm inside just being this close to him. His hands on her waist, foreheads touching. She wanted nothing more than to lean in more and kiss him, but she didn't have to. He leaned in and initiated the kiss.

His lips were soft and tasted of cherry. Their bodies were pressed against each other and he used her waist to reel her in deeper. He bit her lip gently, causing her to let out a small whimper. The kiss lasted a few more seconds before they pulled apart, panting. Still connected by their foreheads, she pulled away.

"I'll try to stay out of it, no promises." She huffed. "You'll regret this when your puppy asses need saving, believe me."

She sat on her bed and he stood there smiling. He started heading to the door, but stopped suddenly. He turned his head to look at her.

"Hey, Allison?" She raised an eyebrow. "I'm not telling you this because I don't think you could whoop my ass, cause you really could. Im telling you this because they really scare the shit out of me. It scares me even more that they don't scare you."

He looks down and continues to walk out, gently closing her door. He walked out of her apartment smiling, feeling like a thousand bucks. The elevator opened and he walked in, not aware of anyone else in the elevator.

"Going down?" He heard a familiar voice ask. He looked up to see it was Deucalion. He let his claws drop.

"Come on, Scott. I'd have to be blind, deaf, mute, and in a wheelchair to consider you a threat." He mocked. "You heartbeats steady. Either your not afraid of me or your just good at hiding it."

"Come on, take a stab at it. Become an alpha by killing an alpha." He offered.

"Im not like you. I don't kill people."

"Not yet, but soon you will come to find out there will be challenges you will face where the only way you can protect one person is by killing another. I just hope you don't prove me right with the pretty Argent girl. I know you and Stiles both have some kind of infatuation with her."

"Keep away from her and there won't be a problem." Scott growled. "Why are you even here, you stalker?"

"I live here, young beta." Scott scrunched his nose.

"w-what?" He stammered.

"I quite like it here, not too pricey, nice neighbors, the works." He smirks.

Scott huffed. "What do you want?"

"To see what you and the young spark are made of." He said, just as the elevator dinged, allowing people to swarm the elevator.

"I know where they are!" Scott runs in Derek's loft, panting from running all the way there.

He happened to walk into a meeting between them. Peter, Derek, Cora, and Boyd were there.

"Allison's building, we know." Derek said.

Boyd looked up to meet Scotts eyes. "Me and Cora followed the twins home." Cora had her usual scowl.

"That means we don't know because we found out, we know because they want us to know."

"Or, hear me out, they don't care."

"What is this?" Scott asked, seeing some sort of layout structure on the table.

"Isn't it obvious? We're scheming, Scott. Coming up with a diabolical plan to strike first." Peter says.

"You're going after them?" Derek nods.

"Tomorrow." He confirms. "You and Stiles are helping."

"You know, quite frankly, I don't think me or Stiles is gonna appreciate you trying to order us around like we're your betas."

"No, no, you guys are mine." Peter smiles.

"Yeah, and you're a shitty used to be alpha, too." Cora laughed out loud, and he walked out of the loft.

"Jared, seriously? Again?" Coach asked. "Why do we keep letting you get on the bus?"

Jared kept gagging like he was going to throw up, and coach kept flinching. "Look at me, no nevermind. Keep your eyes on the horizon."

"McCall, you too?" He asked seeing Scott doubled over and groaning.

"No, im good!"

"He's good!" Scott and Erica said at the same time.

"You guys are weird." Coach says and walks back to his seat in the front with the bus driver, not even bothering to ask more questions.

"It's bleeding again." Scott groaned and showed them his side.

"Cora, that isn't healing at all." Erica says, wincing at the sight of blood.

Cora shook her head in disbelief. "I don't know, this has never happened. Usually damage done by alphas takes longer, but that isn't healing at all."

"Looks like someone's listening in." Isaac says, and they all turn to see Ethan with his head tilted, obviously using his wolf hearing to listen in.

"Is he going to try anything?" Boyd wondered.

"Not in front of this many people, and he's outnumbered." Scott said.

Stiles turned to be face to face with Boyd and Cora. Knowing that out of the pack they were the ones most likely to try and start something.

"I need you two to listen. Don't start anything," Cora was about to start arguing. "Give me and Scott some time to figure it out first, and trust me, if we don't find any other solution, I will gladly help jump him and his brother."

Scott came back after all, but with Stiles. If they were making a plan and dragging them along in it, Stiles would want to know about it before hand.

"They're just one floor above them. One floor separating them from Allison." Derek said. Stiles and Scott perked up, and Cora raised a questioning eyebrow.

"So kill them before they get the chance to do anything else, that's what we're going with?" Scott asked, his voice coming out raspier than usual.

"They wont see it coming. What if we don't, and one night they sneak up on Allison and Cora? Theres only a floor between them. What's stopping them?" Boyd says.

Stiles fists clench at the thought of them getting snuck up on and hurt in the process.

"Why is our first solution always murder? Can't someone come up with something more reasonable?" Scott questions.

"You never get tired of being so moral all the time? like, ever?" Peter sasses. "Not that I disagree with him."

"I do." Cora adds, bluntly. "Why do we even need these two kids? We can kill a pack of big dogs by ourselves."

Scott started to argue but was cut off by Stiles. "Yeah, these two kids who managed to help save your ass from that vault remember? Maybe Scott's right, maybe we shouldn't resort to murder, but I'll do whatever it takes to keep Allison safe. So if were going to kill them, lets make a plan and do it already."

"Stiles, this isn't a good idea. A group consisting of one Alpha and a few teen betas going after a full pack of alphas? We can't take down a whole pack of alphas."

"That's why we go after Deucalion." Cora says, her signature Hale eyebrows raising. "Just Deucalion."

"Cut off the head of the snake, and the snake's body dies." Boyd finished for her.

"I kind of agree with Scott on this one, they're all alphas." Peter adds on his unwanted opinion.

"Deucalion's still the leader of the alpha's."

"Let's hope so, because if we kill him and they just make another alpha their leader, we're screwed."

"You kissed?!" Lydia asked frantically.

"Maybe."

"There is no maybe, Allison. It's a yes or no question."

Allison thought back to the day and how it happened. How awkward things had been after that. She had a feeling Stiles knew, but she didn't know how. Maybe Scott had outright told him, or he probably smelled her on Scott. However it happened, he knew and it had been awkward between them.

He would do whatever he could to run away from being alone with her. Literally. One time, he actually ran out of math because Erica didn't go to school, and they would have been alone at their table together.

"Okay, we kissed. So what?" Allison gave up. "It was a heat of the moment kind of thing."

Lydia groaned and fell back in her seat.

"What are you mad about?" Allison asked.

"Im team Stiles, duh." She said as if it was obvious.

"Team Stiles? What are you talking abou-" She stopped suddenly. "Did you guys make that a thing? Like team Edward and team Jacob?"

Lydia looked guilty, "Maybeee."

"Lydia!" Allison groaned.

"Okay, im sorry! But you guys are so Bella, Edward, and Jacob coded." She laughed. "Scott's definitely Jacob, and Stiles had the whole broody Edward thing goin on."

Allison just rolled her eyes and continued driving. But now that Lydia mentioned it, she couldn't stop thinking about it. "What team are the girls?"

Lydia smiled deviously. "Erica is team Scott, probably because if you start dating Stiles she wont be able to cuddle with both Stiles and Boyd. Cora is team Scott, she definitely wants Stiles for herself. So, im by myself over on team Stiles."

"You guys are nuts." Allison laughed and kept her eyes on the road ahead.

"Anyways, how badly on a scale of 1-10 would you like to stay stalking and behind the bus?" Lydia asked

"Why?" Allison asked worriedly.

"We're probably a few more minutes away from breaking down. You're definitely on E."

Allison checked to be sure and groaned. "Oh, no!"

"That bus holds a lot more gas than this little car."

"Okay, so we stop." Allison nods.

"Sweetie, is it that serious?" Lydia laughs, "we know where their going."

"You didn't see how bad it got." Allison shook her head.

"I know who started it."

Allison looks over at Lydia questioningly. "Who told you that? Aiden?"

Lydias head snaps up to look at Allison. "Aiden? Whoa, whoa, whoa. Is that why you invited me? I get it. Your keeping an eye on me and them."

"So theres nothing there? at all?"

"Im hurt that you would even assume that of me."

Allison rolls her eyes, "Nothing?"

"Nada." She lied, thinking about the steamy kisses they shared. Allison was staring at her as she zoned out, putting lipstick on.

"Eyes on the road, sweetheart."

The bus came to a sudden complete stop, causing Scott to double over in pain. There was nothing but traffic up ahead.

"There's a jackknifed tractor a few miles ahead," Isaac informed them. "Could miss the meet because of it.

"Ethan keeps checking his phone." Stiles says. "like he's waiting on a life or death notification or something. Something evil."

"I don't like him sitting with Danny." Scott admits.

"Me neither. Jackson why isn't Danny sitting with you?"

"He didn't want to." Jackson shrugs and pulls out his phone. "im going to text him."

Jackson sent a message to Danny, that read, 'Find out why Ethan keeps checking his phone."

Danny checks his phone and turns back to see the whole pack staring. He glared and shook his head no. Jackson kept sending messages, making Danny's phone go off.

"Something wrong?" Ethan asks.

He goes to shake his head no. "Actually, I was wondering the same thing about you."

Ethan, who found that suspicious, snapped his head around to look behind him. They were all staring at him and weren't even trying to hide it. He turned back to Danny and came up with a lie.

Danny huffed and typed to Jackson, 'Someone he knows is sick, might not make it through the night. Happy?!'

'Very. Thanks Danny.'

"Ennis?" Cora wondered out loud.

"So he's alive?" Scott asked.

"Which means-"

"Derek could still be alive." Stiles smiles over to Scott.

Deaton was cleaning up at the clinic. He felt most relaxed doing what he loved and helping animals and a certain pack of teenagers. The clinics customer doorbell went off, alarming him of someones presence.

"It's open, come on in!" After a few minutes of no response, he got suspicious and walked over to the main lobby.

Walking in, there stood Aiden and Kali holding a bleeding and in extremely bad condition Ennis. Kali was glaring, trying to intimidate him and Aiden was just holding most of Ennis' weight. In front of them stood his sister.

"We could use a little help here." She says.

"That looks bad, you should take him to a hospital."

"Open. the. gate. Alan." She warned.

"No."

"Open the gate or maybe I kill her," Kali threatened, moving his sisters hair from her neck, leaving it on display.

"Not here." His refusal confused Kali, who wasn't used to hearing no for an answer. "I suggest you leave. Don't make me have to go farther than a suggestion."

"If he dies, they'll go after all those little teenagers you seem to care about so much. Don't think just because he's your protege he wont find his way into the mess, Scott isn't safe from it either. They'll rip him apart."

Hearing the threat was a humbling experience. Knowing they couldn't harm him, but they could harm the people he cared oh so much about.

"Please," His sister pleaded.

He had no choice but to open the door. Scott was still trying to heal himself and therefore left him unfit to fight anything thrown his way.

"Jared, if you throw up, what I do after will not be my fault." Coach warned, "You throw up, ill throw up back on you."

"Don't talk about throwing up, Coach. It's not good."

"You know, I just might throw up on you to make a point."

"Not good, not good, not good at all." Jared repeated, trying to focus his energy elsewhere.

"As for the rest of you, don't think we're missing this meet because of some stupid traffic or a minor tornado warning." He sends a pointed look at Jared, "I don't care if big foot himself steps in front of our bus and tells us we can't go, we're going."

He groaned, "Put your hand down, Bilinski."

"You know theres a food exit, what? maybe a half a mile up. We could stop and-"

"We're not stopping," He interrupted.

"Okay, but if we were to stop..."

"Bilinski!" Coach yelled, blowing his whistle. "Shut your trap! Do you see how little this bus is? Stop asking me questions!"

"I hate him." Stiles falls back in his seat, "Did you call Deaton?"

"Voicemail." Scott groans.

"That's it, im calling Lydia and Allison."

"How can they help all the way back in Beacon Hills?" Scott asked.

"They're a few cars behind, been tailing us since we left the school." They all turned back to see that indeed, Allisons car was a few cars behind.

Stiles looked up to meet Cora's eyes, not knowing anybody besides him was paying as much attention to their surroundings. He looks away and dials Lydias number. She answers after a few rings.

"Hey, Stiles! Yeah you know, getting some popcorn ready to watch a movie, maybe go shopping. Who knows, you know?" She stammered, trying to come up with a lie on the spot.

"Im not stupid, I know you guys are behind us, put me on speaker." He says, and she puts him on speaker.

"Scott's still hurt, and he's getting worse. His bloods turning blackish almost."

"Whoa, woah, slow down, what do you mean still, he isn't healing?" Allison asked.

"Nope."

"Well whats wrong with him?" Lydia questions, concerned for her friend.

"How the hell am I supposed to know? Do I look like a werwolf genius to you?" They could hear Isaac snicker in the backround.

"Stiles theres a rest area not too far ahead, get Coach to pull over."

Stiles rolls his eyes, "Yeah, i've been trying."

"Reason with him, I don't know."

"Reason!" He said loudly, then lowered his voice, "Have you met this guy? you can't reason with him."

"Try something, I don't know! Your usually the man with the plan." She says and they hang up.

He groans and throws his head back, before his eyes come into contact with Jared, who still looked like he was going to be sick. An idea came to his head and he ran to sit by him.

"Sup, Jared?" He asked. "How you doing?" A big grin found its way on his face, and before he knew it, Jared had thrown up everywhere.

At the rest stop, kids ran off the bus, gagging and covering their noses.

"You suck, Jared!" Coach yelled.

Using that as their distraction, Stiles and Allison dragged Scott into the restroom. Lydia and Erica trailing not too far behind. They laid him down and Stiles pulled Scott's shirt off. The girls winced at the sight of the black blood and Stiles bent down to wipe some of the blood off with the shirt he had just taken off of Scott.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Allison asked him, covering her mouth.

"Sorry." He smiled, not seeming very sorry.

"One sec, okay?" He nodded and she pulled the others aside, "Somethings wrong, he has healed from worse before."

"Okay, I think I have to break his leg." Stiles decided on and bends down to level with Scott.

"No, bad idea!" Allison declines. "Lets just, call an ambulance or something."

Stiles looks at her like she's crazy, "And say what Allison? How crazy is this gonna sound?"

"It could be psychological," Lydia interrupted their arguing, and rolled her eyes when they look at her confused. "You know, he's not healing because it's all in his head. He's not letting himself heal."

"He's not letting himself heal because he think's Derek's death is his fault." Erica says.

"Okay, how do we fix him?"

Lydia pulls out a thread and needle from her purse, "Make him believe he's healing. Stitch him up."

"I can do it." Allison nods, not leaving any room for discussion. She started by sanitizing the needle with a lighter.

"He's going to need another shirt when he's done, wheres his bag?"

"It's in the bus." Stiles stands, "I'll go get it-"

"No!" Lydia stops him and pulls him back in the door, "You stay here and make sure everything stays okay, me and Erica will go get it. We will try and distract the bus for as long as we can."

Erica looks confused, but doesn't argue. Instead she just follows Lydia out and onto the bus. 

"Stay with me, okay Scott?" She grabs his face, tears running down her face. "Keep looking at me."

She attempted to thread the needle, but it wasn't budging. This whole situation was leaving her unsettled. She kept crying, but she knew for this procedure she needed to be emotionless. Stiles noticed this and, though he didn't know much about these kinds of procedures, he used his critical thinking skills and assumed that you probably shouldn't allow yourself to be emotional.

"Come on, come on." She pleaded with herself.

He sighed and stepped forward, grabbing her chin and making her look in his eyes. "Allison, you need to do this and save Scott, okay? If you can't, scoot over so I can try, but if you want to try, you need to breathe and let your emotions go."

He cleaned her tears with his thumbs and she took a deep breath. Knowing he was right, she closed her eyes and forced herself to calm down. "Now try it again."

She nodded devotedly and tried again, finally getting the needle through the thread. Stiles smiled for her and she gasped, relieved. She pinched his skin together and started giving him his stitches.

"Scott?" She was done, and put her head to his chest. Hearing no heartbeat had her worried, "Scott, wake up!" She tried, but he wasn't waking up.

She scooted aside and Stiles took her place, slapping him in his face slightly. "Scott, wake up!" He demanded.

Scott woke up, inhaling as much air as he could. "It's my fault."

Allison let herself sit down in relief. She laid her head on Stiles' shoulder. "Scott, look at me."

He makes eye contact with Stiles. "Derek isn't your fault. At all." He confirms, and pulls him up gently. They help him put his shirt on.

The night of what happened, Scott threw his jacket on and grabbed his bike helmet. He turned around to leave and jumped when he sees Isaac. Stiles, his mom and the sheriff were out, and only him and Isaac were there. He thought he could've just snuck past Isaac, but seems like Isaac had other plans. He was leaning against Scotts door frame.

"Where you going?"

"Uh, I was just gonna pick something up to eat, I could bring you some back if you want-"

"Great, ill come with." Isaac smiled.

"Nah, you're good man. I can eat alone." Scott tries.

"Well, what are you getting?"

"Uhh... Mexican?"

"Sure, I love Mexican."

"That wasn't an invitation." Scott says.

"Sounded like a question to me," Isaac started walking out, but Scott grabs his arm.

"Isaac. I'm going to eat alone, Its okay."

"You're not going alone, Scott." Isaac shakes his head and steps aside to give Scott room to walk out, "Come on."

So, they headed for the warehouse. Scott informing Isaac on what they were going there for. Isaac was confused, seeing as Derek wanted to pounce, Scott on the other hand wanted to make peace? But, he didn't really care what Derek wanted anymore after the display he put on, trying to kick Isaac out. When he got to Mellisa's and the Sheriff's house, he tried his hardest to defend Derek for his actions. Mellisa scolded him and informed him that guardians don't treat kids under their care like that.

After some reflection and stern conversations with Mellisa, he realized that he wasn't in the wrong. Derek was. He was the one who kicked Isaac out, despite the fact that Isaac would have done anything he could do to protect his alpha. He really would've. The fact that Derek didn't see that, told him all he had to know.

They pulled up and drove through all the obstacles of the warehouse they chose to meet at. Hopping off of Scotts bike, they took a good look around at their surroundings.

"We're just going to have a little conversation, calm down." Scott told him after noticing Isaacs tense shoulders. "Try to reason, and thats all."

Isaac kept staring at the view past Scott. "What?" Scott questioned.

Isaacs stomach rumbled, "For some reason im starving now." Scott grinned and set his helmet down.

"So am I." He agreed, patting Isaac's shoulders.

"Is he okay? Are you okay?" Lydia asks, running over as soon as they exit the bathroom.

"Im okay. Isaac. Where's Isaac?"

She didn't answer and he furrowed his eyebrows, wondering what she wasn't telling him.

"We still have no gas, Alli." Lydia reminded her.

"We can't leave them like this."

"Then were going to have to leave the car?" Lydia questioned, wondering if she was really willing to go that far.

"Sound's good." She said determinedly, grabbing Scott's backpack. Stiles had his arm wrapped around Scott's waist, holding him up.

Lydia lets out a confused, "What? Ali, that wasn't an actual suggestion!"

Scott and Isaac walked towards the escalators where Deucalion stood. He stood tall and dramatically about halfway to the top. They glanced at each other and then faced Deucalion again.

"Seems you don't follow instructions good enough. You didn't come alone." He drawled, both hands on his cane.

"Yeah, this is Isaac. But, if you did your homework on us, im assuming you already knew that."

"Not talking about Isaac." Scott heard footsteps from his left and turned to see Derek creeping up, Boyd, Erica, and Cora standing like guard dog's behind him.

"You knew I would do this?" Scott scoffs. "Derek, please. This is how we fix it so nobody get's hurt anymore."

Derek cuts him off, "Him. Just him." He points his long claws at Deucalion up the escalator.

"Just me?" He chuckled, "A blind man finding his way into a maze like this, how do you think that works? You think I got here all alone?"

Kali used that as her cue for a dramatic entrance. She slid down the pole, making sure her toenails were dug into the pole for a more dramatic effect. She landed and growled threateningly. Ennis made his way up the escalators behind Scott and Isaac. They looked around to make sure the twins weren't going to pop up behind them and rip their throats out.

They weren't. The twins stood on the second floor, shirtless. When the hell weren't they shirtless though? They glared down, breathing hard. The two different packs (+Scott and whichever side Isaac was on) stared each other down, waiting for the other to make a move.

Stiles walked over to the crowd of people, cheering. He held onto Scott a little harder and asked Cora what was happening.

"He started it. Walked over to me and started boasting about how they had killed our alpha and saying we were just omegas now," Cora informed them, tears in her eyes. "Isaac and Boyd were just defending me."

Stiles passed Scott over to Cora, and ran over to the tree where Isaac was punching Ethan repeatedly.

"Isaac, stop. Scott's fine!" Allison shouted, hoping Isaac would hear and snap out of it.

Boyd stepped forward to finally stop him and was thrown back by Isaac.

"Stop!" Scott yelled as sternly and as loud as he could manage, with his stitches, to no avail.

Stiles ran forward, ignoring coach, who was yelling for Isaac to stop.

"Isaac, stop it! Now!" Stiles yelled loudly over all the cheering kids and Isaac stopped immediately. He stood up straight and he was frozen for a few seconds, as if he was forcibly being made to stop.

When he was finally able to control himself, he looked up to see Scott was standing there, no longer seeping blood through his shirt. So was Stiles, who had just, somehow, made Isaac stop without even touching him. Which was weird, because usually Isaac wouldn't have stopped unless he was pulled away. His fists were bloody and Danny ran to Ethan's side.

The kids whispered, already gossiping about what had just happened. The pack, though, stood staring at Stiles and Isaac, wondering what the hell had happened, and how Stiles made Isaac stop like that. They probably would have understood for Scott, because him and Isaac have a more personal connection to one another, but Stiles? They were close, but not drop everything just to obey their orders kind of close.

"What the hell was that?" Jackson questions.

"I.. i don't know." Cora stammered.

"Whatever it was doesn't matter right now, come on Scotty." Stiles says and grabs Scott from Cora. Scott holds onto Stiles tighter and they board the bus together.

Scott held his phone up, showing the rest of them his messages from Deaton.

"So he just killed him?" Jackson asked, to no one in particular.

"It's all about power with this guy," Boyd sighs.

"Okay, but what does he gain from doing that? Kali's not gonna wanna be in a pack with the person who killed her little boyfriend." Cora rolled her eyes.

"He gains Ennis' strength, his power. All of it. Damn everyone else, if it's beneficial to him, he'll jump at the opportunity," Cora explains, "That's the kind of guy he is, which makes him 10 times more dangerous."

Tired of waiting, Derek pounces. He starts running to Deucalion, but Kali jumps in his way. "We meet again, Hale." She smirks.

The twins jump down from their elevated positions, now formed into their one morphed alpha. Ennis and Boyd fought against each other, being more close in size to the rest.

Isaac ran and landed a scratch across the alphas face. Isaac groaned and cracked his neck, allowing himself to transform. He grunts and runs towards the alpha as soon as Isaac was thrown to the floor. He manages to get himself thrown to the wall. The wall crumpled around him and he fell to the floor, wheezing for air.

Derek and Kali went at it, Derek getting his revenge for what happened last time they encountered each other. She got an elbow to the face and a kick to her stomach as soon as she fell to the floor. Ennis had tossed Boyd to the side, about to go help Kali, causing Cora and Erica to jump him. They both threw punches and kicks, Erica wrapping around his legs and making him fall down. He managed to grab ahold of Cora and twist her body in a way that made a cracking noise, a sign that something had broken.

He threw her aside and continued his fight with Erica. Isaac defended Scott, who was lying on the floor, getting towered over by the twins, as soon as he was able to. His attempts got his arm was bended backwards, making him whine. Scott stood up immediately to save him, but was slashed open by the huge alphas claws. They were both getting overpowered quickly and they tried to keep up.

Boyd had gotten up as soon as a hit was landed on Erica that sent her flying near the escalators, where Deucalion stood. He let his frustrations out on Ennis, but soon tired himself out. Ennis held him still with his arms held down and Kali spun, ultimately slashing him across his gut and he was sent to the ground. Erica ran to his side and glared at the two, eyes flashing gold. The twins alpha form threw Isaac aside, and grabbed Scott by his jacket and made him look over at Derek and Boyd.

Kali held Cora down with her foot. "Get your disgusting feet off me!" Cora sneered.

Boyd was groaning on the floor, blood spilling from his mouth. "Kill him," Deucalion ordered, talking about Boyd. "and I'll let the others go."

Scott and Isaac were being held by their necks, forced to watch this unravel. Boyd and Erica looked up at Derek. Derek looked over at where Kali had his sister on the ground.

"Accept defeat and do it already," He walked down the steps, "Take the next step."

Scott watched, his mouth open. Erica was shaking her head and putting pressure on Boyd's wounds.

"Are we serious about this KID? Just look at him. You expect him to be an alpha. To a few whiny teenagers?" Kali scoffed.

"Some of these 'whiny teenagers' have more promise than others. Where is he by the way? My spark?" Deucalion asked, looking in Scotts general direction.

Allison sat in her dad's office. She and her dad knew about what was going on in the warehouse as they speak, but her dad was stopping her from helping.

"Dad, come on. They need help." Allison pleaded.

"Not our help, they can handle it." He replied, "We agreed to a normal life, Allison.

She scoffed, "Yeah right, normal life? Is that why you're still investigating all the sacrifices happening? Cause you're so normal?" Allison crosses her arms, "What do you expect me to do? Ignore it?"

"No, I expect you to stay out of it." He clasps his hands together.

"Everybody tells me to stay out of it like im just in the way, but I can help. I'm not just going to sit around and wait while my friends could be getting killed right now."

"You have to thread your needle, Allison. You keep yourself safe, we only need each other. I need to keep you safe, understand?"

"To me, 'threading the needle' sounds like we're trying to save our own asses even if it puts other people in danger. That's not who I am." She walks off, fully intending on picking Stiles up from Jacksons house to go help her friends.

"They're not your family." He reminds her in a quiet tone.

"They're pack. I consider them my family, considering how much family i've lost."

Her dad calls out for her as she walks out, but her minds set already. She needs to help keep her friends safe. Her family, safe.

"What's it going to be, Derek?" Kali asks, still holding a struggling Cora down, "Family or pack?" She pushes her foot down tighter on Cora's neck. Cora whines and scratches at her leg.

Dereks eyes move between Boyd and Cora, not wanting to make this hard decision. Luckily, he didn't have to. An arrow flew right past him and hit the floor by Kali, making her scream.

"Im here," Stiles shows his canines, "It wasn't smart to come here Scott." Stiles jumps down and straight onto the morphed twins, making them hit the floor.

Jackson runs to Boyd's aid, helping him and Erica off the floor. "I've never been more happy to see you, Jackson." Erica laughs.

"Cover your eyes!" Deucalion shouts to his alphas. Allison sends another arrow that send the rest of the alphas diving to the floor, giving Cora the opportunity to roll over and pick herself up from the ground.

Scott gets picked up and looks up to see where the arrows are coming from and sees Allison. She sends him a tight lipped smiles and walks off, leaving them to their fighting. Getting their energy back, they were ready for another round. Ennis and Scott ran straight to one another, making a loud bang when they made contact. The hit so hard it sent Ennis to the ground and Scott landed his fall well.

Except when he looked up, his eyes were no longer yellow. They were a crimson red and the alphas stared, eyes wide. Stiles smiles proudly Isaac did too. Scott shook it away and his eyes returned to their normal yellow color. Due to the distraction, Derek ran up from behind and pushed Ennis.

He growled and turned, missing one of Derek's punches by only a few inches. Ennis manages to backhand Derek and sent him to the floor. They tussled and got closer to the edge of a hole in the floor that went down maybe three or four floors. Scott manages to slash Ennis's ankles, causing his legs to give out. In an attempt to push Ennis down the hole, Derek sent himself tumbling down when Ennis didn't let go.

He fell, looking up at Scott and mouthing the words, 'take care of Cora'. After what felt like hours of them falling, they hit the floor with a loud crash that made Erica run to Boyd and Cora to fall to her knees and start hysterically crying. She had just gotten her brother back, too.

Scott stared out of the window, replaying last night for the hundredth time already. Stiles sat with his head leaning back on the cushioned head rest. Cora looked over at him as he explained what all he had gathered so far.

"Okay. So, everything has to do with the sacrifices, and a dark druid of some kind." Cora nods, signaling to him that she was listening.

"Or just a regular dark druid," She reminds him and he nods.

"Some ancient cultures sacrificed people in preparation for battle," Lydia adds from her seats besides them.

Stiles sighs, "Dark druids and a pack of alpha werewolves, so just another Friday in Beacon Hills?" Isaac jokes.

"If he is dead, it isn't your fault." Allison reminds him, still thinking about how he had woken up earlier.

"Maybe," He brushes it off, "You know how I wasn't exactly telling you to butt out of it, per se?"

She smiles and nods, "Im glad you didn't listen to me. I'm really glad you didn't listen to me." She smiles and they stare into each others eyes for a little while.

"What?" He asks, noticing how deeply she was staring.

"Just looking at you're eyes." They smile at each other and she hides her smile in her legs.

Stiles sneaks a glance back at them, and then turns to lay his head back down. Cora pat's his shoulder, which was a huge deal for her, considering she wasn't a touchy person. Look's like he was melting the ice cube down after all.

Chapter Text

After being stuck in traffic for most of the day, Coach had no choice but to stop at a motel for the night. The hotel in question being the 'Glen capri'. It was a shabby building that didn't look very comfortable.

Coach whistles and walks up with keys in his hands, "Listen up, it's not the most appealing to the eye, but this is the only hotel with a bunch of openings and ignorance to a bunch of teenagers being here."

"Get into groups of 2, and keep your grimy little hands to yourselves, you dirty little perverts," Coach yells at them when everyone grabbed their keys.

"Hey cat-woman, you wanna be my roomie?" Stiles asked with a goofy smile, "Boyd can join." Stiles winked over at Boyd, who huffed his laughter.

Erica giggles and grabs Boyd by his hand, "No, Stiles, I think your boyfriend wants to room with you." She says, sending a pointed look at Scott, making Isaac and Allison laugh.

Scott rolled his eyes and took their key from Coach. Both him and Stiles walked away to find their room, leaving Allison and Lydia behind.

"I have a really bad feeling about this," Lydia said, staring creepily at the building before them. "I don't like this place."

Allison laughs awkwardly, "I don't think the owners of this place like this place, Lyds. It's just for a night anyways."

She said, and walked away, missing when Lydia muttered, "A lot can happen in just a night."

After setting their stuff up in the rooms, the guys found their way to Scott and Stiles' room. Stiles was pacing, and Scott was lying on his bed, with Isaac close beside him. Boyd was on Stiles' bed, staring at the roof, and Jackson was just staring at himself in the huge hotel room mirror.

"I have four," He states, holding up 4 fingers.

They all look at him like he's crazy, "What the hell, you have four suspects already?"

"Yeah, at first it was 10, but we won't get into that right now." He narrowed his eyes, "No, never mind, we will. Derek was on that list twice."

"Number one?" Isaac asked from beside Scott, stopping Stiles from getting off topic.

"Harris. Missing doesn't mean dead, and if you're not dead, your still a suspect."

Thinking about even the slightest chance of their chemistry teacher being the psychopath committing human sacrifices was unsettling. If anything, nobody would be suprised considering the sour mood that man was always in. Just creeped out if anything.

"Well, what if it's a student or teacher from the school?" Scott sat up, facing Stiles, "Y'know, like Matt, nobody saw that coming."

Stiles raised his eyebrows dramatically, "Oh, is that right? Wrong. I told you it was Matt from day one."

Scott scoffed, "I just mean nobody actually, seriously thought that it was really Matt."

"I was serious. I was dead serious. There was just nobody who listened to me. In fact, I was so serious about that, I wasn't even shocked when I saw that slippery snake standing beside Jackson in Kanima form, when they revealed themselves."

"Whatever, moving on. The other three?" Jackson questioned, trying to move on from the mention of when he didn't have control of his Kanima side.

"Deaton," Stiles revealed, rolling his eyes when Scott looked shocked, "I mean, c'mon, that dude knows everything about everything. Next is Peter, that dude just came back from the dead, he held a grudge against the Argent's til Kate's death, who knows, what if he wants revenge for when we killed him? Lastly," He sighed, as if he didn't want to say it.

"Lydia," Jackson perked up, "Peter bit her. She didn't reject the bite and die, she didn't turn into a werewolf, for all we know she could be this sacrificer and not even know it herself."

Jennifer made her way to Derek's loft with Derek in hand. He was badly injured and in even worse condition. She was struggling to hold him up and when she got the door open, she started walking him over to the couch. He started slipping from her hands and she struggled to hold on.

"This isn't working, Derek. I think I need to call an ambulance." She groaned, Derek slipping from her grip.

"No. No hospitals." He whimpered.

"Derek, im losing you." She tried her hardest to hold him up, but he fell to the ground.

She dropped to her knees and put his head in her lap. "Im so sorry, Derek. I wish I could do more to help you."

He groaned and tried to smile, "You're doing great."

Chris Argent went to the abandoned mall turned battlefield from the other night. The alphas had been here, fighting Derek Hale and his pack, not including Scott and Stiles. He examined the place, every mark, making a story or movement that made sense with it. On the floor, there was dried up blood and huge claw marks, most likely from someone missing their target. He walked farther down, and saw a beat in wall, where it looked like someone had been thrown in the wall, making a hole.

Standing at the bottom of the escalators, he hoped that his baby girl hadn't went behind his back and came to their aid when she locked herself in her room and didn't talk to him after their argument. His sweet, innocent girl, who was once ignorant to the supernatural. He wondered to himself if maybe he hadn't decided to move them here, if she would have ever found out about werewolves and such. Meeting Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinksi when they first moved here was good for her. They treated her well and got her out of the house to do regular teenage girl things.

He suspected that was for separate reasons, though. He knew those boys both had a crush on his princess, but he didn't bring it up.

Until it wasn't just regular teenage things. It was vengeful alpha werewolves, deadly paralyzing Kanimas, psychotic aunts and grandfathers, losing her mother to lycanthropy, and most recently a whole pack of red eyed alphas out to get Derek to join them. All things that these teenagers had to piece together and solve by themselves. Including his sweet, smart girl.

Scott stood from his spot on the bed, after the boys decided to leave and get settled in their room for the night, feeling weird and different than usual. Staring into the mirror, nothing looked different. His jaw was still the same level of crooked it usually was, his hair was still black as ever, so why did he feel different? He leaned in to look more clearly in the mirror and pulled his eyes open. When he opened his eyes from blinking, his eyes were bloodshot red.

He knew that red eyes as a werewolf meant that you were an alpha, because Stiles read about it in one of the argents articles, but Scott McCall was no alpha. He hadn't even killed anyone before, let alone an alpha. He jumped back and gasped in shock. His mind must have been playing pranks on him, because when he squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again, they were back to normal.

Allison decided to take a quick shower after the long road trip they had just had. Sitting in a car, and the bus, for so long had made her feel nasty and sticky. When she was almost finished she realized she forgot to grab herself a towel.

"Lydia can you bring me a towel from the cabinet?!" Allison yelled out to Lydia.

Scott stalked his way into the girls shared room, undetected.

Allison groaned, "Lydia!" She stuck her head out of the shower and jumped when she saw Scott.

"Scott? Dude, im kind of showering." She nervously laughed.

"Nothing I haven't seen before," Scott said, still standing still and staring in Allison's eyes.

She didn't know what, but something was wrong with Scott. He would never purposely make her uncomfortable like this. They wouldn't even be in this situation if something wasn't wrong with Scott.

"That was one time, Scott." She narrowed her eyes, "Scott, are you okay?"

His pupils returned back to normal and his eyes widened. His hands immediately came up to cover his eyes.

"Im so sorry!" He said, "What the hell am I doing here?"

Sighing in relief, Allison said, "You were starting to scare the hell out of me, Scott!"

"Im so sorry, sorry" He repeated and walked out of the restroom. Allison cut the shower off until she heard the door open and shut.

Lydia groaned and walked over to the front desk to the shitty hotel they were staying in. Towels in hand, she dropped them on the front desk.

"Yeah, excuse me?" She called out, trying to get the ladys attention, but she kept her eyes on the TV. "Ma'am?" She called, slightly louder.

"Our room says it's a smoke free zone but these towels smell like nothing but cigarettes," She calls out with a bored tone.

The lady turns to face Lydia, finally acknowledging her presence. Lydias line of sight traveled down her neck and saw the ladys neck, understanding why the towels reeked of cigarettes.

"Sorry about that, deary." The lady apologizes, with a raspy voice. She takes the towels and carries them to the back room, giving Lydia time to look around the office and see what looked like a number counter that read 198.

"What's that?" She asks, pointing to the number, when the lady set a new stack of towels that smelled like laundry detergent on the counter, "The number?"

"You don't wanna know, sweetheart," She chuckles and picks up a newspaper.

"I kinda do, y'know thats why I asked," Lydia sassed as respectively as she could.

The lady raises an unimpressed eyebrow. "It's an ongoing, inside hotel thing we got goin on."

"What do you mean?" Lydia questions, growing more interested.

"It's a little creepy to some folk, you might not wanna stay here if I tell you, still wanna know?"

"Tell me."

"We're obviously not the prettiest looking hotel, or the most expensive,"

"Evidently." Lydia rolls her eyes.

"But when it comes to most suicides in one hotel, were #1 in California," Lydia stared, "Since opening, the number on the wall is how many suicides we've had in this hotel."

Freaked out, Lydia turned her head to look back at the number. 198. 198 people had taken their lives in this hotel. That means it's definitely a possibility she and Allison have a room that someone took their life in.

"198 suicides in this hotel, alone?"

"And counting." She confirms, with a creepy grin.

"You want me to come pick you up, baby?" Chris Argent asked his daughter, still standing in the abandoned mall, "I wouldn't mind the late night drive."

"No, dad, don't worry about me. We're at a hotel, actually, just for the night." She reassured him.

"The school actually payed for that?" He asked.

She laughs, "Yeah, actually. Not the best, but I mean, it's just a night."

"The name of this hotel?"

Without questioning him, she leaned to read the sign out front, "Um, the Glen Capri. Y'know it?"

"Sounds a bit familiar," He furrowed his eyebrows and got a bad feeling, "Listen, I think im just gonna come get y'all, so get Lydia and Scott and Stiles if you want, and get your things together."

Allison kicked off the wall she was leaning on, "Daddy, i'm fine. I promise, it's just one night, and tomorrow i'll be back home with you."

"You do know im your dad and you can come to me, right? Theres nothing we should feel the need to hide from each-other, bug." He asked, still hoping if his girl was here the night they were fighting the alphas, she would come to him and let him know.

She leaned her head against the same wall, "I haven't been completely honest with you, Dad. Im sorry. But from here on out, I will be. When I get home though. Too many nosey puppy's around right now."

He smiles, finally having hope that Allison would come to him with her troubles rather than letting them bubble up and explode all at once. He knows he was once at fault for that. So was her mother, seeing as she never allowed Allison to show emotion. She never told or even showed Allison any love. He did feel guilty, but all he could do now was show Allison that it was okay to open up to him, and he would be there for her.

"Okay, I trust you." He smiles into the phone, "I love you."

"I love you too, Daddy." He could hear the smile in her sweet voice.

After the struggle of getting Derek Hale off of the floor and lying down on the couch, Jennifer carefully took his shirt off his body. When it was off, she gasped at the damage done to his chest.

He noticed and opened his eyes, "How bad?"

"If you weren't in such bad condition, I would probably be admiring how good your body looks, but you look pretty damn bad." She rambles, "Your bleeding black blood?"

He groans and lets his head hit the pillow supporting his head, closing his eyes.

"Don't tell me you're dying, Derek." She sits up, "Oh god, don't die, please." She pleads, trying to shake him awake.

In a moment of panic, she lies her head on Derek's chest, in search of a pulse. Relieved when she hears his heart beating, she closes her eyes.

"Y'know, this isn't at all how I imagined our first date would end up being like."

"That's ridiculous, 198?" Allison brushed her hair in front of the mirror.

"Yea, all in the span of 40 years."

"And you're sure the front desk lady told you this?" Lydia rolled her eyes.

"Yes, Allison. Im not crazy, and this isn't just something in my head. I knew I didn't like this place," She shakes her head, "They even have it hanging up on the wall like it's some huge accomplishment or something, who does that?"

Allison walks out of the bathroom, putting her shirt on, "All suicides?"

"Yeah," Lydia confirms. "I don't know how you're feeling right now, but me..."

"Which one do you want?" What sounds like a masculine voice asks, cutting Lydia off.

"Did you hear that?" Lydia asks.

"No, hear what?" Lydia stands and starts looking around, her eyes landing on the vent.

"I dunno, the smaller one, I guess?" A feminine voice answers.

"Good choice. It's always better to go smaller."

"You okay, Lydia?" Allison asks when Lydia walks closer to the vent.

"I'll chamber this round. Alright so-"

"Wait. When do I, or are you going to count?" Lydia stands on the bed to hear better.

"I'll count to three."

"On three, or after three?"

"Whatever you wanna do."

Lydia lets out a shaky breath, having a better understanding of what was probably going to happen. "What's happening?"

"Okay, we'll do 1, 2, and then pull the trigger."

"Oh, my god." Allison steps closer and sets a hand on her shoulder.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"1, 2" Two gunshots rung out, making Lydia jump back and cover her mouth.

"What is it, what's happening?" Allison jumped forward to catch her.

"Didn't you hear it?" Lydia questions.

"No, hear what? I didn't hear anything."

"Two people from another room, they just shot each other." Lydia informs her, and runs to the door, Allison following behind.

She runs frantically through the balcony, seeing the big space between their room and the room closest to theirs.

"I still don't really understand what's going on." Allison says, still by their room door.

Lydia pushes open the door to room 216 and tries flipping on the light switch, "Hello?" Lydia calls out.

"What are you doing?" Allison whisper- yelled when Lydia walked farther into the room. Taking a look around to make sure no one's watching, she followed.

Walking around in the dark, Allison stumbled upon a light. Flipping it on, they saw the room was in construction. "See, Lyds? There's nothing."

"It had to be in here," Her eyes teared up, "It was a guy and a girl, they were a couple on the younger side-"

Allison stepped forward.

"They were here." Lydia says stubbornly.

"I believe you," Allison nodded, "Everything that's been happening lately, I believe you."

Lydia sighed and turned to examine the room once more. Looking closely at the walls, they had a weird design that made them look like faces screaming. Somehow, someway, when she paid close enough attention, she heard faint yelling coming from the walls.

Standing by the vending machine, in the empty space each two rooms has in between, Stiles didn't feel like himself. He felt weird and uncontrolled. Staring into the vending machine that had just ate his 2 dollars, his self control was thrown out of the window and he punched the glass in, and snatched his snack out of the machine. The lights in the space he was standing in started flickering. He heard creepy whispering coming from all directions, calling out his name.

"Stiles?" The unknown, yet familiar voice called out to him.

His head snapped in all different directions, searching for the culprit. The voice sounded bitterly sweet to him. It sounded a lot like his mom, but that was impossible because she had already died. The memories of her flooded his mind and he started breathing hard.

"Mom?" He called out, unsure if he was even calling out for the right person.

The lights flickered once more, and a womanly figure showed up in-front of him, but disappeared when the lights came on. He jumped but closed his eyes and let the scent hit his nose. It was her scent, but it couldn't be her.

"What's wrong, Stiles?" The imposters voice rung out, when Stiles eyes filled with tears.

"You're not my mom. She's dead. She's been dead. Let her rest." He growled.

"It is me, mischief." He flinched at his forgotten nickname from when he was younger and couldn't pronounce his real name.

He shook his head and clenched his eyes shut tight. When he opened them, she stood in front of him. Or whoever this person was. He took a second to take her in, almost forgetting how beautiful his biological mom was. She took his hand gently and examined the tattoo he had gotten done.

"it's beautiful, my Mieczyslaw" her hand traveled to his face, and against his better judgement, he leaned into the touch. It felt cold and probably not like his real mom's, but he let himself believe anyways that she was holding onto his face.

He opened his eyes and made eye contact with whoever was impersonating his dead mother, "why are you doing this to me?" His voice cracks.

She was gone in an instant, and he almost regretted whatever he had done that made her leave. Perhaps he could've pretended a few more minutes, if it meant he got to stare at his mother's face a little longer. Down the hallway, in a room a few doors away from his and Scott's room, he heard what sounded like how his mom and his dad used to argue. Much like they used to when she was diagnosed and would forget who she was. Hesitantly, he walked towards it and stopped, putting his ear to the door, much like how he used to when he was a kid.

"Please, Claudia. Take your medicine so mischief can come see you." His dad begged.

"I don't know who that kid is, but he isn't the one I birthed." She spat.

He remembered hearing these words one day when he actually was spying on his parents. He knew she was sick and didn't mean it, but as a kid, it still hurt to hear.

"He is our son, there is no aliens out to get you, and he isn't one of them, because they don't exist!" His dad raised his voice, running short on patience.

"I can see it! I can see it in the way he looks at me!" His mother raised her voice, which made the younger Stiles flinch, even behind the door.

Accidentally pressing against the door too hard, it pushed open. Her eyes snapped to make eye contact with Stiles and before his dad could stop her, she was running over and hitting Stiles.

"You're not my son! Go away! Bring me my son back!" He as a child, curled into himself and stayed there as his father tried pulling her off.

Currently though, his dad's impersonator faded away and it was just him and his fake mother. After realizing his dad wasn't there to protect him anymore, he forced himself to stand up and slide under the bed, hearing her voice calling out to him the whole time.

Under the bed, he curled himself into a ball, reminding himself of how little he used to make himself seem to make his mother happy. Now from inside the room, and in the bathroom, he could hear her once more.

"Come out, Mieczyslaw. I didn't mean to hurt you. Will you forgive me, please?"

He didn't reply and a steady stream of tears fell from his eyes.

This apparently got his imposter mom mad because she raised her voice angrily. "Come out! Come out, now!"

He shook his head repeatedly and more tears fell. Curling in himself as much as possible, he hoped whatever nightmare he was in would hurry up and end. He hated that whoever was using his mom's face was using it for this kind of evil. She wasn't an evil woman. She was a sick mother, who needed help.

Lydia was throwing their stuff in their bags, "Call your dad, we need to get out of here asap."

"Okay, they were suicides, not murders. It isn't like this place is haunted or anything."

"It could be," Lydia says, "I bet that couple I heard, made their pact in that very room we were in."

"Let's just go find out."

"What are we gonna do? Ask who all killed themselves in that specific room?" Lydia asks sarcastically.

"Exactly." Allison grins and walks to the door.

Lydia huffs and pouts her lips, "You keep taking my jokes serious."

Allison opens the door with a smile and then was met with Cora and Erica standing on the other side.

"Something weird is going on here." Erica deadpanned, and Cora was looking out of it staring at the ground.

"I heard her," Cora explained with a voice crack.

"Heard who?" Lydia asks, "Did you hear the couple too?"

"No, what couple? I heard my sister's voice. She was screaming at me and telling me it was my fault that she came back," Allison placed a hand on her shoulder, "But I know it isn't her, she wouldn't say something like that."

"Okay, so what is happening here? Me and Boyd have been feeling down and targeted since we got here," Erica asks, while Cora stared at the wall straight ahead, "So why is this only happening to werewolves so far?"

Allison shakes her head, unknowingly. "Me and Lydia were just about to go find out, why don't y'all come with us? We're better in numbers."

The girls nodded and they made their way to the front office.

Isaac was on his bed sleeping. Except he couldn't sleep comfortably since he stepped into this hotel. Something about it was off putting and made him wanna throw up. He shot up from the bed after hearing familiar metal clanging against something.

"Boyd?" He calls out for Boyd, wiping his sweat drenched forehead.

There was no reply, so he lied down to close his eyes yet again to go to sleep. This time, he heard footsteps coming closer from somewhere in his room. Opening his eyes, the room was empty and the cheap looking ceiling fan was the only sound in the room. Something clanged rather loudly, sounding much closer that made him sit up and scoot to the edge of the bed.

"Hand me the 7/16 wrench." He heard the voice of his father, for the first time in a long time.

He remembered that fateful day as a kid when he handed his dad the wrong wrench, "What the hell? Are you an idiot or something? This is the 9/16. Use your damn head."

At the time he felt useless, like he would never be enough to his dad. He would never amount to his brother in his dads eyes. He was never enough.

"You do know the difference between a 7/16 and a 9/16, correct? Your brother never once handed me the 9/16 when I asked him for the 7/16."

"Yeah, well im not him. He's gone." Younger Isaac who didn't know any better talked back to his dad, tired of being compared to his brother.

Of course he was sad about his brother's death, he loved his brother. But he was a kid and sick of being compared to his older brother

"What did you say to me?" His dad asked angrily, standing up. He towered over the old Isaac.

"Im sorry dad, I let my anger-"

"I don't give a damn about your excuses, did you just talk back to me?"

"Im sorry, dad. What can I do?"

"You can shut the hell up and stop being such a smart ass all the time." younger Isaac nodded in fear.

"No, i want you to shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Stay outta my head." Isaac said now, covered his ears.

"Go get your damn chains, Isaac."

"W-what?" Isaac asked, not having heard those words in so long.

"Are you not hearing me? Grab your chains, get the hell in." Isaac shook his head no.

"Get in the damn freezer!" Isaac still shook his head, "Get in!!" His dad's voice sounded more deep and unrealistic.

He jumped back to lay on his pillows, grabbing one and covering his face with it. When it was quiet, and he uncovered himself, he was met with the familiar scent and surroundings of his dad's stupid old freezer. Felling himself start to suffocate with the tight space, he couldn't help the scream he let out when the freezer closed, locking him in.

He kicked around frantically. "Scott!!" He called out, hopeful Scott would come save him. Scott. Scott always saved him. Scott saved everyone.

"So what your saying is this crazy smoker lady told you there were 198 suicides at this one hotel?" Erica asked for confirmation as they were standing in front of the front desk.

"Wait, didn't you say the numbers said 198?" Cora asked with a raised eyebrow.

Lydia nodded confusedly and turned to the number, seeing it was now 201. "I promise im not crazy. It was 198. Please believe me."

"Don't worry, we believe you. What does that mean then?" Allison reassured her, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Theres been 3 more suicides?" Erica suggests.

"Or three more about to happen. Didn't Stiles say something about these murders happening in pairs of three?"

They nodded and knew that they needed Stiles to help stop whatever was happening before it got any of them hurt, or even worse, killed.

Scott walked out of his and Stiles shared restroom, wondering where his best friend was that he hadn't come back yet. His phone started ringing and he smiles when his mom's contact name shows up.

"Hey, mom. What's up? Sorry, forgot to tell you. Me, Isaac, and Stiles are staying at a hotel for the night because we couldn't-"

"S-Scott?" His mom's worried and shaking voice called out for him from the phone.

Scotts smile fell immediately, "Mom, whats wrong?"

His mom let out a shaky breath into the phone, "There was nothing I could do, he just came in the house, Im sorry."

Scott shook his head, "Who? Who's in our house? Wheres dad?" He questioned, so used to calling his step dad, dad. "Where are you? Im gonna get Stiles and Isaac and we will come to you."

"O-outside. Im outside. Look outside." Her voice was shaky.

He ran to the window and looked down to see his pregnant mother still in her work scrubs, with tears falling down her face. She was being held by her neck by Deucalion.

"Can you hear me, Scott?" Deucalion asked with his thick accent.

"Let her go. What do you want from me?"

"Is it not obvious enough already? God, you teenagers really aren't that bright."

Scott closed his eyes and opened them to send a shaky reassuring smile to his mother. After all, this was his mother. His blood. The one who stood by his side no matter what. His mother, who had sacrificed so much for him after his biological dad left.

"Your an alpha now, Scott."

"No. No im not. Derek could still be alive." He shook his head.

"Give it up. Derek's dead. Now im coming for you." He tightened his hold on Mellisa's neck, "You and everyone you love."

Without warning, Deucalion ripped through his mom's neck and she fell to the floor, gasping for Scott. His eyes widened and tears fell from his face. "Mom!!" he yelled out for her and threw himself against the glass. He was distracted when a door opened and closed in the distance, making him turn his eyes away from her, thinking someone was walking in. When he looked back, his mom wasn't there anymore.

His mind had to have been playing tricks on him. There was no blood left behind on the floor that was once laying there with her.

"He's not answering me." Allison groaned and fell back onto Jackson's bed.

"That's weird, he usually answers by the third ring." Jackson says.

"Scott was acting weird too, he walked into our bathroom when I was showering and was just acting really unusual. I haven't seen him like that since the full moon."

"Well walking into you showering might have been something completely diff-"

"I caught myself acting weird earlier, just doing things like I had no control of myself." Boyd cuts Jackson off, gulping.

"Me too." Cora agrees and looks up to the ceiling.

"See? It's the motel that has you guys acting like this. ANOTHER reason we need to leave." Lydia bends down to grab the bible from the drawer, "Someone needs to learn how to perform an exorcism."

"Okay, just wait," Allison calms her down, "There has to be an explanation."

"Number went up by three, correct?" Cora asks and Allison confirms with a nod, "Okay so what if it is like Stiles said, 3 sacrifices each time? So whats the category this time?"

"Werewolves. Isaac, Stiles, and Scott." Jackson mutters in understanding.

"So that means whoever is doing these sacrifices wanted us here" Boyd continues with his shoulders sagging.

"Exactly! So can we get the boys and leave?" Lydia asked yet again.

Noticing the bible in Lydia's hand having a little more extra girth than usual, Cora reached over and took it from her. She shook it until articles of the victims fell from the pages within.

Allison looks over her shoulder to read, "28 year old man hangs himself at the infamous Glen Capri"

The teens all reach over and start reading the articles, trying to make the connection between all of them.

"Hold on these two both say 217, that means they both happened in this very room," Lydia explained, pointing down to the articles in question.

"So if this room has a bible, that means they all should," Allison guesses, "That means the room you heard the couple in could have a bible, so we can see if any couple suicides happened prior."

Allison and Lydia share a look, already knowing what they were going to do.

Erica groans and throws her head back, "We're going to the creepy couple suicide room, aren't we?"

Boyd rolls his eyes, "Saw that coming."

They all ran out of the room and to the room next to it. Boyd tries opening the door a few times, but it was locked.

"Okay, that wasn't locked before."

"Who cares? We need to get Isaac, Scott, and Stiles so we can get the hell out of here. Why are we worrying about a dead couple?" Cora crosses her arms and starts walking away, when a whirring sound came from the inside of the room.

"It sounds like someone turned the handsaw on." Allison put her ear to the door.

"Of course theres a handsaw, why wouldn't there be a handsaw?" Jackson scoffs, and him and Boyd start hitting against the wall until it busted open.

They barged in the room only to see Ethan slowly bringing the saw down on his own stomach.

"Wait, Ethan stop!" Jackson yelled for him.

Boyd ran forward to steal the saw from him, and they were fighting over it. Lydia, wanting to help, saw the plug for the saw and pulled it, effectively turning the machine off, stopping it right before Boyd fell face first onto it. While Erica was helping Boyd up, Ethan let his claws drop and started to claw at his stomach.

Jackson groaned and him and Allison both grabbed an arm. They pushed him pretty hard and he fell back into the heater, causing him to groan in pain at the burning of his hand. The heat seemed to snap him out of whatever suicide frenzy he was in.

"What the hell just happened?" He asked, looking at all of the teens in the room.

"You just tried to kill yourself, and we should have let you do it. Would have made things easier for us." Cora spat, with her usual glare.

"Yeah, you should've." He replied before running out.

"God, I hate his guts," Jackson rolled his eyes when everyone started running after him, "Such a drama queen."

Ethans little goose chase brought them in the parking lot, where he was speed walking to his room and trying to button his shirt back up at the same time.

"How many times do I have to tell you? I don't know why or how I got there. Leave me alone."

"You know, considering we just stopped you from killing yourself, you could try and be a little more helpful." Lydia said.

"I didn't ask for any of you to save me."

"We aren't like you and any of the other alphas, we don't leave people to die. We don't kill others." Erica explained, making Ethan straighten up, "How many times do we have to save you and your idiotic brother to get it through your thick skull?"

He shook his head and ran into his and Danny's shared room. Boyd dropped his arms by his sides.

"What now?" Allison asked, to no one in particular.

"We split up and look for them" Cora answers, "We split into three groups of two, Jackson and Lydia, you two look for Scott, Me and Boyd are on Isaac duty, and Allison and Erica you two find Stiles."

They all nod and go off in different directions to different parts of the hotel.

Cora and Boyd barged into his and Isaac's shared room, intending to look in the restroom. They both close their eyes and hear their two heartbeats with an extra that had to be Isaac's. after taking an assessing look around, they saw Isaac was sitting in the corner of the room, with his knees against his chest. Looking much like he used to when he was first turning into a werwolf with Boyd and Erica.

Carefully, they slowly made their way to Isaac. Dropping to their knees in front of Isaac, it was as if he didn't even notice they were there.

"Isaac?" Cora called out to him, slightly whispering. He didn't even acknowledge their presence.

Boyd waved his hand in front of Isaac's face. "He doesn't even sense us, he's so out of it."

Cora closed her eyes, trying to think, "Wait, Ethan snapped out of it when he touched heat."

"Yeah, so?"

"The bus. They always have those emergency flares" Cora explained and Boyd stood, "It might hurt him but it will heal."

Boyd nodded and ran out of the room, going to get the flares. Cora sat there comforting Isaac.

"Im sorry about my brother, he's a jerk but he means well." Cora says, knowing Isaac couldn't hear her actually apologize, "He just wanted you safe."

Before things had the opportunity to get any more uncomfortable, Boyd ran in with the flares in hand.

"Okay, how do I do this?" He asked, twisting it in his hand.

"The caps a match, use the cap," She explained calmly, trying to force herself not to panic.

After a few failed attempts, he got the flare to light. He held it an inch away from Isaac's skin and looked to Cora for confirmation. She was the closest they had to an alpha since Derek's accident. Besides Peter, but Peter was Peter. She nodded and he nodded back

"Im sorry, bud." He apologized in advance and then pushed it against his skin, successfully waking him up from his trance.

Allison and Erica ran in silence, trying to find Stiles. They checked in his and Scott's room, finding nothing but Scott's phone on the floor. After checking in the restroom and under the beds, they still found nothing.

"Where the hell else would he be?" Erica asked annoyedly. They walked out of the room and looked around, seeing only one door not that far away slightly ajar.

"You think?" Allison asked, narrowing her eyes at the door.

"Definitely." Erica confirms and starts walking towards the door, using herself as a shield for Allison.

They walk in the room, with the flare that Boyd had made them aware about, in Allison's hand. Using her werewolf vision, Erica looked around in the dark. She couldn't see anybody but she definitely heard an extra beating heart that wasn't in ear range for humans. Before they saw him, they heard him. There was whimpering and sniffling coming from under the bed, that Allison could hear.

They both walked to a side of the bed and dropped to their knees. Picking up the blanket, Stiles was there under the bed, muttering things that sounded much like, 'Please, mom' and 'Go away'.

Allison sighed in relief and Erica gasped in shock. She was shocked because she had never seen Stiles like this. Tears falling from his eyes, curled up in a ball, cowering in fear. Not even when he was strung up by Gerard, getting literally tortured he had never shown this much fear. Even then, he held his head high and held his ground against the old man.

While Erica was still stuck in her own head, Allison jumped into action. She lit the flare and didn't waste any time to push it into making contact with Stiles' skin. He yelped and Erica grabbed him from under the bed before he could hurt himself under there. Instead of acknowledging their presence, he immediately started taking cautionary looks around the room.

"Hey, hey you're okay. It's just us, okay? You're okay, we're here." Erica assures him, moving him sweaty hair out of his face.

"You wanna talk about it?" Allison asked, sitting on her knees to be eye level with him. Stiles shook his head no.

"Were going to talk later batman, right now we need to help Scott." Erica smiled down at him and the two girls helped him up with both of his arms around their shoulders.

"What's wrong with Scott?" He asked, with his voice cracking.

Meeting outside of the room, the teens groaned.

"We cant find Scott anywhere." Lydia explained and Jackson nodded his agreement.

"He has to be here somewhere. Jackson can you get the one more flare we have-" Cora started to request before they all turned to see what she was seeing that made her stop talking.

Scott stood in a puddle of what smelled like oil, with a flare in his hand. Lydia gasped and slapped a hand over he mouth. They walked slowly closer to him, trying not to startle him. When they were close enough to him, Stiles, Erica, and Allison walked out of a room closeby.

"There's no hope." Scott croaked out, drenched in oil.

"No, Scott. Theres always hope." Lydia said with a shaky voice.

"Not for me," He shook his head. "Not anymore. Derek's dead."

Cora shook her head, "No he's not, Scott. Im sorry we didn't tell you sooner, but me and Peter went looking earlier this morning, he definitely got up and walked out, according to the blood trail."

Allison nodded, and added, "Derek was not your fault. You know that."

"Every time I fight back," He starts, "No matter what I do, someone gets hurt."

Stiles shook his head and unwrapped himself from Allison and Erica, "Think rationally, Scott. This isn't what you wanna do, this is what you're being told to do."

"Maybe what I don't want to do will be better for everyone if I did it." He says, "It started that night we were bitten, in the woods."

Allison covered her mouth and shook her head softly.

"Do you remember what life was like before we were turned?" Scott asked, not actually expecting an answer. "We weren't anybody. We were nothing. We weren't popular, we weren't good at lacrosse, we were each other's only friends, we weren't important."

Stiles eyes filled with tears, thinking about their sophomore year.

"I was no one. Maybe I should just be no one again." The best friends made eye contact.

"You were never no one to me, Scott. Okay, sure, we weren't popular, good at lacrosse, we had no friends, but we had each other. You're my best-friend. Since that day we met in pre-k in the sandpit. I was looking at Miss Lydia Martin and you were looking at me. I knew from that day you would never be able to get rid of me again. You're my brother, and I need you." Stiles took careful steps forward and the others watched in awe.

Tears fell from both of their eyes. "So if you wanna leave this world, im coming with you. Because it's always been Scott and Stiles. Doesn't matter who, they didn't say your name without mines. I wouldn't wanna live in a world where it's just Stiles." He stepped forward into the oil and grabbed ahold of the flare alongside Scott.

Scott flinched, giving Stiles the opportunity to snatch the flare and throw it to the side. Everyone let out the breath that they had been holding in during the whole encounter. Stiles had threw the flare far enough where no one had to worry about it anymore, but it magically started rolling back towards the fire. Seeing this, Allison made the decision to tackle the both of them to the floor and away from the huge explosion that just happened with the puddle of oil. Luckily, everyone ducked and covered themselves.

After herding the pack in the bus, everyone was trying to get comfortable enough to sleep. Everyone had their own bus aisle, but some had chosen to pair up in their aisles. Seeing Stiles in his aisle, sitting completely still and staring out of the window into darkness, Erica chose to sit with him. Sitting next to him and laying her head on his shoulder, he turned away from the window to look at her.

"You okay?" She whispered, not wanting to alert the others, knowing Stiles didn't like the attention.

"I'll be okay." He croaked, nodding.

"What did you see? I know Boyd saw his sister, Isaac saw his dad, Scott saw your guys' mom. You don't have to tell m-"

"I saw my mom. My biological mom at least."

Her face softened. Knowing how much he missed her, she grabbed his hand and left a kiss to his tattoo.

"It was so weirdly comfortable seeing her after all these years," He laughed at himself, "I knew it really wasn't her, but I let myself find comfort in her."

"You deserved it. It might not have been really her, but at least you got to see her face again, now you can remember her scent." He nodded in agreement, "Your so brave, Stiles."

He shook his head no, already knowing she was going to try and praise him.

"No, you need to hear this. You really are. Even in the basement you stayed strong and got us out, you took a beating for us Stiles." He flinched, remembering the night they were taken hostage by Gerard Argent.

"I would do anything for you guys." She nodded and lied her head back down on his shoulder.

After an extremely uncomfortable and restless night of sleeping in the stinky bus, and taking turns to keep watch, it was finally time to hit the road again. Coach and the students started boarding the bus. After seeing almost half of his kids already sleeping in the bus, he groaned.

"I don't wanna know, so don't tell me. In case you missed my announcement, which you did, the meets been cancelled. Were going home."

Ethan and Danny were the first on, Ethan swiftly taking a seat beside Scott. "I don't know what happened last night, but I know you saved me."

"Actually, Me, Boyd, and Allison saved you, Scott was in need of saving himself." Jackson corrected him.

"Whatever happened, I owe y'all one. Derek's still alive, but most likely not in perfect health." He rolled his eyes.

"I already told you that." Cora added.

"He killed Ennis. So he can either die or join our pack by-"

"Killing his own." Scott cut him off. Ethan nodded and stood up to go sit by Danny.

"Make sure you tell Mr. Big bad alpha that these 'immature teenagers' saved your dramatic ass, okay?" Boyd reminds him, with his head resting on Erica.

Cora fell back in her seat, unimpressed, meanwhile Jackson threw his arms out and muttering a "thank you!"

"Am I the only one seeing this?" Lydia asked, looking towards the front of the bus at Coach.

Curious, the rest of the teens turned their heads to have a better look at what Lydia was seeing. Everything about him looked normal. Well, as normal as Coach usually looked, which wasn't saying much. The only thing slightly off about him was the slight purple stain on his white shirt.

"Yeah, that's gonna be a bitch to get out." Jackson chuckles and rests his head against the window once more.

"No, you idiot. It's not just a stain," Lydia scoffed and took the whistle off from around Coaches neck.

"I need that back, Martin!"

After a while of observing the whistle, she turned it and held her hand close to it. Blowing into the whistle and then turning her hand so the others could see, they saw a purple dust that looked a-lot like wolfsbane on her hand, explaining Coach's stain.

"God, I need to stop hanging around you, Scott," Isaac groans, and stretches to pop his back, "Your nothin' but trouble."

"Yeah right, you're not goin anywhere no time soon, asshole." Scott teases back with a slight smirk, missing the amused look Stiles and Boyd threw each other.

"It's wolfsbane," Cora confirms after touching a bit and hissing, "So every time Coach whistled..."

"You all ingested it." Allison finished.

Scott and Stiles looked at each other, contemplation clear in their faces. Not wanting to spend too much time reflecting, Allison snatched the whistle and started to open the bus window. Ignoring Coaches complaints, she threw the whistle out.

"You're getting me a new one, Argent!" Coach yelled as the bus started driving, leaving the whistle behind.

Chapter Text

Scott walked into the busy hospital, seeing his mom barking orders out to her co worker's.

"Working hard, or hardly working?" He smiled and lifted her plate in the air so she could see it.

Her face wasn't as tense anymore when she saw him, and she laughed. "You have no idea, son. Im starved." She hurriedly grabbed the plate from him with a smile and placed it on the counter.

Scott raised his eyebrows and placed his arms on his hips expectedly, "forgetting something? y'know, me and dad worked really hard on that plate."

She mentally scolded herself and turned to face him again, "Oh, im sorry. Sorry, things are just tense here today. Thanks for bringing me dinner"

Scott smiled and pulled her in for a hug, shrugging it off. "Is everything okay?"

She sighed, "Other than the fact that they're transferring half the victims from the ten car pile up here, just peachy." She forced a smile and turnt to look at the chaos that filled the hallways.

"To make matters worse, the E.R. attending isn't answering any of his pages"

Scotts face scrunched up, "What does that mean?"

"It means nobody's heard from him, he is no where to be found when we really need him, so now he have to wait for the on call to get here."

Scott nodded in understanding, and Mellisa waved her hand, trying to move on from the topic. "How is your brother? I didn't see him this morning, that was weird."

"Yea, I think he has been spending more time at Erica's house, with her and Boyd. He should be there by the time you get off work." She nodded.

"Well, thats good, I guess? Im glad you guys are making more friends, I just really want you to keep working hard this year."

"I will, nothings throwing me off my game this year." Scott confirmed.

"We will see when-" His mom got cut off when a random lady walked up to them.

"Miss, im sorry. I don't mean to cut you off but I really need something for the pain." The lady says, with tears coming down her eyes and she clutched her arm.

Mellisa snapped back into nurse mode and grabbed the lady by her shoulder, "Ma'am im sorry but pain medicine can really complicate things. The best we can do currently is wait for the doctor's to give you the attention you need."

His mom explained to her and sat her down gently. "Okay?" The lady weeped but still nodded.

His mom sighed exasperatedly when she turned away from her and looked at the front desk lady, "How much longer on Dr. Hilyard?"

Scott looked around to make sure no one was watching before he slipped into the seat beside the lady. She was still crying and he spoke gently so she wouldn't get spooked.

"I read somewhere online that human contact can help with pain," He looked over at her arm, "Would you mind?"

She whimpered, shaking her head no and he reached over, placing his hand on top of hers. He concentrated on taking her pain, while the lady squeezed her eyes shut. She opened one eye curiously, when her pain suddenly wasn't was bad.

"How did you--" She started.

"HELP ME! I NEED HELP!" Ethan ran into the entrance doors, with Danny draped across his shoulders groaning. Ethan made eye contact with a very concerned Scott.

Ethan and Scott carried Danny over to a seat, setting him down gently. Scotts mom started examining him and checking his heartbeat. Scott grabbed Ethan by his collar and pushed Ethan into the wall.

"What the hell did you do to him? Did you bite him?" Scott questioned, whispering the last part.

"No, of course not! He just started having chest pains and trouble breathing. It just- it just kept getting worse."

Scott let him go swiftly and turned towards Danny and his mom.

"This isn't good at all, how much longer on Dr. Hilyard?" She questioned, and nodded when the receptionist shrugged.

"His larynx has shifted to the side, I think it's a tension pneumothorax" She jumped back when Danny doubled over and vomited all over the floor. The werewolves examined the vomit when they noticed herb like substances mixed in.

"Mistletoe." Ethan said after examining the floor. Scott looked over.

"Who the hell would do this?" Ethan shrugged.

"You need to stay the hell away from him," Scott growled, getting into Ethan's face, "he was safe and away from this stuff before you came along and dragged him into this."

Ethan shrugged him off and ignored him until Scott said, "If you care about him, even just a little, you would keep him the hell away from this world."

Mellisa and another nurse wheeled Danny into a curtained room, where he could have some privacy.

"Would you two please go back to the waiting room?" She started, but gave up when she saw the concern colored on the boys faces.

"Your telling me there isn't any nurses or doctors that can help him?" Ethan questioned, running out of patience.

"It's a full house today, they're all dealing with their own patients right now."

"Okay, mom, what can I do? How can I help?"

"You cant. You cant do anything, his lung is collapsed," She explained, "his heart is being pushed against his chest cavity, there nothing we can--" She stopped suddenly.

"Is he gonna die, mom?" Ethan looked at Scott, bewildered at the thought.

Mellisa looked around, making sure no nurses were around, and closed the curtains.

"No, he wont. I wont let him," She said determinedly, "Scott, you grab the tape. Ethan, grab the scissors and cut his shirt open."

Ethan ignored the scissors completely and just decided on ripping Danny's shirt open.

Scott listened to their heartbeats and panicked when Danny's disappeared, "Mom, he isn't breathing."

"Step back, let me do this." They complied and gave her space, leaving her room to inject him with the large needle.

After injecting him with the medication and fluids he needed, she pulled the needle out gently. He let out a breath of fresh air.

After a few seconds of catching his breath, Danny opened his eyes. "Thank you." He said weakly, before Ethan laid their foreheads against each others.

"Never scare me like that again" Ethan whispered.

"Mom, you were amazing." Scott smiled and pulled his mom against him.

"It was nothing. Really." She smiled with all of her teeth showing, evidently proud of herself.

"You need to go calm down and eat your lunch. Im sure babygirl would appreciate it." Scott laid a hand on her belly and she nodded, knowingly.

Scott walked to his motorcycle, still grinning, proud of his mother, before it fell when he saw Ethan walking out behind him. Ethan raised his arms in surrender.

"You wont believe me, but I didn't do anything."

"All I know is that the minute you got here you went straight for Danny and your brother literally ran to Lydia,"

"We would never hurt them."

"How should I believe that? I don't know what your plan is by going for them, but I'll figure it out."

"There is no master plan, Scott. We knew one of them would bring us closer to you and Stiles, now we know it's Lydia. Sure, you care about Danny, but if Lydia was in trouble, you guys would do anything to save her"

Scott zoned out and paid more attention to the SUV rolling into the parking lot behind Ethan's back, swerving. He put his helmet down and walked closer to the SUV, with Ethan following close behind. Scott jumped when the SUV crashed into a car in-front of it. They ran over and opened the car door, trying to see if anyone was stuck in there.

"What the hell is that?" Ethan asked, seeing the dried up moth left behind on the seat.

Scott and Stiles were shooed away as their parents stepped aside.

"These were definitely sacrifices, right? Or am I just going crazy?"

"No, no, they were sacrifices. Deaton mentioned something about healers. that could apply to like doctors and nurses, right?"

"I don't know, Danny threw up mistletoe. Thats not a coincidence. He isn't a healer. If he wasn't with a werwolf he would have been dead by now."

Stiles stammered, not knowing what to say. Stiles attention was caught and he held a finger up to his ear and pointed with his head towards their parents. They locked eyes when they overheard. They found a body.

Derek was slightly falling asleep when the buzzer to his loft started going off loudly. He jumped up and ran to it, in hopes of cutting it off before it woke his little sister, who was staying with him for the night.

He realized he was unsuccessful when she walked into his eyesight with her arms crossed and nodded at the loft window. "What does it mean?"

He followed her eyesight and saw the symbol marked on his window. He walked towards it slowly. "It's a warning. They'll be here. Tonight."

"Which means you need to go back to the Argents straight after school." Derek stated and tried to walk off.

"Im not leaving you Derek. I'll be HERE after school."

Mellisa Stilinski woke up from her sleep, stretching. She had an extremely long and tiring night. She was lucky that she got at least 8 hours of sleep that night, if not for her, for the baby in her stomach. Hearing loud snoring that wasn't coming from her husband beside her, she looked over the edge of her bed and saw her three teen boys on the floor, dead asleep. Smiling, she reached over and shook her husband awake.

His eyes adjusted and he smiled at her. He was about to say good morning before she cut him off with a finger to his lips. She pointed over the bed and he peaked over, seeing the boys. He couldn't help the smile at the sight. He reached into his nightstand to pull out his whistle. He blew the whistle and 2 out of the 3 boys popped up, covering their ears.

"What do you think you're doing?" Mellisa asked, rubbing her eyes.

"uh, y'know, we're keeping an eye on you" Isaac said, sounding unsure.

"Yeah, we wanted to make sure no one tried to sacrifice you, seeing as you fit into the healer category." Scott croaked, rubbing his eyes.

"You both were asleep. That's not keeping a very good lookout." Noah raised an eyebrow, throwing his whistle back onto the nightstand.

Scott looked up in contemplation and Isaac just scratched his neck. Scott looked slowly over at Isaac. "You were supposed to be on watch last."

Isaacs eyebrows shot up. "No, I wasn't. You were!"

The two adults shook their heads, still smiling. Who would have thought having three teenage boys under their care would be so fun. They truly saw all three of them as their biological kids.

Scott and Isaac both stared at each other for a few minutes before something clicked in both of their heads. "Stiles was on watch last!" They exclaimed at the same time.

Stiles was still lying on the floor, snoring loudly. He only hopped up when he got a kick on both sides of his stomach from both boys.

"Huh?? What happened?" He slurred, a red sleeping mark and some drool left on his face.

"Such good hero's you guys make," Mellisa joked, "I thought you said they were all doctors? I haven't had an M.D. magically attached to the end of my name, so I think I should be in the clear."

"We don't know that for sure, for all we know it could come under any category of a healer, and you're a pretty good one."

"Thats for sure." The sheriff leaned in and left a kiss to her cheek.

"Okay, well this mama isn't getting sacrificed today, so take your butts to get ready for school."

Stiles groaned, and threw himself in between their parents on the bed. "five more minutesss."

"No, Stiles." Noah tried to sound stern with his answer, but everyone could hear he was trying not to laugh.

Scott, deciding that they looked comfortable enough, decided to join and cuddle up to them on the bed. Isaac stood there slightly awkwardly before Noah and Mellisa gave up and just opened their arms, signaling for Isaac to join them on the bed. He beamed and got under the cover, closing his eyes and embracing his first family cuddle before school.

"Can you believe it?" Stiles scoffed, drowning out their subs voice out in the background, "While we were running around trying to kill ourselves, Derek was getting laid by our teacher."

"Our sub teacher" Scott corrected him.

"Is there something you want to share with the class, Mr. Stilinski?" The sub asked Stiles, noticing him not paying attention.

Scott had to stifle his laughter in his hand when Stiles' face went red. "No, nothing!" Stiles answered, too fast to be true.

She raised a knowing eyebrow but went back to what she was teaching.

"I just cant help thinking that they could take mom next." Scott whispered when the sub looked away from them.

"There has to be at least 20 other doctors in the hospital, for all we know, any of them could be next. Theres no way of knowing, we just need to keep her as safe as possible."

Scott jumped when his phone started ringing in his pocket. He looked at the contact and saw it was Deaton.

"Hey, Doc, im in class, can I call you back in a little bit?"

"Unfortunately, no. I always thought I would never have to burden you like this, but im afraid at the moment, you're my only hope."

Scott looked over at Stiles, who was listening to the call along with him.

"Im going to be taken. I need you to find me," He said, rather calmly, considering the context of his words. "Now let me talk to Stiles, I know y'all are together."

Scott passed the phone to a very confused Stiles who put the phone to his ear. "Hello?"

"Stiles, what im about to tell you is going to sound crazy, but you need to listen to me very closely. Whatever happens while im missing, you need to believe in yourself and in every thing you say. Believe something will happen and it will happen. Believe in yourself and your powers." He explained, before the call cut off.

"What powers- Deaton? Doc, whats going on?" He asked, before he realized the call ended.

Stiles straightened up and made eye contact with Scott, who was already packing his things up, getting ready to walk out.

"Go back to school, what are you doing here?" Derek asked the three teenagers who just walked into his loft.

Boyd and Erica were holding hands and Jackson was walking alongside them.

"We cant go to school, Der." Erica smiled that plotting smile that let everyone know she was planning something.

"Whys that?"

"Seems we have all fallen sick." Jackson smirked.

"With what? Brain damage? Ive been trying to tell y'all."

"No, me and Erica have an insanely bad headache and Jackson.." Boyd looked up in contemplation, "Jackson has really bad diarrhea."

"Shut up, I do not! Whatever, we're here to protect you." Jackson defended, making Erica laugh.

Derek examined them for a minute then turned to the door. "Isaac?"

"You didn't think he would be here, did you? After what you did?" Erica questioned, putting her hands on her hips, mentally scolding him.

"Anyways, if y'all are here to protect me im in even more danger."

"Actually, me and Erica came up with a plan while we were thinking about our time locked in the Argent basement. Jackson just tagged along." Boyd said, throwing down a duffel bag.

"He had us tied up with electrical wires that were pushing current through us," Erica started, taking a seat at the table in the middle of the room. "So we started thinking about how we could use something like that, and one talk with Stiles later, we decided on.."

"Using that idea, but we go bigger." Boyd finished for her, pulling a hose out of Jacksons practice bag.

"What they said." Jackson threw himself on the couch.

Lydia and Aiden's bodies collided at a quick pace, making them breathe heavier than usual. Lydia was sat on his lap and Aiden was sat on Coach's desk. She grinded and smirked when he groaned. Using her fingers, she moved his head to the side and started sucking on the skin there. He tilted his head, giving her more room.

They pushed apart when the fire alarm started going off. Aiden's hands slapped to his ears and he groaned. Lydia threw her head back in frustration. She stood from her seat and started straightening her clothes out.

"Where are you going?" He asked, trying to pull her back on his lap.

"That was the fire alarm." She deadpanned, saying it as if it was obvious.

"When has the fire alarm ever meant actual fire?"

She scoffed, "That would be something two horny teenagers say to each other in movies before being burnt to death. You may be a werewolf, but im not."

She leaned in and gave him one last kiss, leaving him wanting more, before pushing him away rather roughly.

"You first" She looked towards the door.

He sighed and stood, putting his shirt back on. When his shirt was fixed, he walked to the door and opened it.

"Tease" He grumbled before closing the door, leaving her smiling. Letting his exit simmer for some time, she decided to head out as well.

She opened the door to walk out and came face to face with Cora Hale. Who had the most serious face on.

"Seriously, Lydia? him? You have such shit taste in guys." She said, her eyebrows crinkling.

Lydia's eyebrows rose as Cora backed her back into the room. As soon as the door closed, Lydia scoffed and tried to leave the room, but Cora blocked her in.

"Is there a problem, Cora?" She asked, confused.

"Derek wants you to stop seeing him. Scott confirmed the twins were just trying to find a way to get closer to him and Stiles, and they decided on you. So stay away from him, or next time I wont pull the fire alarm, i will pull his eyeballs from his lids."

"Sweetheart, you wouldn't know this, but my last boyfriend was the asshole homicidal Kanima that we hang around with. I can handle a little werewolf."

She reached for the door knob with the intent on walking out, but Cora grabbed her hand tightly, keeping her from walking out. They were friends and hung out a few times, but everyone knew Cora was serious when she needed to be.

"Let go." Lydia said to her, staring at the light bags around Cora's eyes, that made her brown eyes pop.

"I said-"

"Let go." Stiles was heard from the other side of the room, and Cora surprisingly let go of Lydia's arm. "She said let go, Cora."

They both look over to him, seeing his tired eyes.

"You want me to do- what?! Stiles this is crazy" Stiles frowned. "Not just the usual amount of crazy- you want me to talk to dead people."

"Not dead people, Spirits." Stiles corrected and they both watched as he set the Ouija board up.

"It's worth a shot to save Deaton."

"Shot in the dark, if you ask me." Lydia rolled her eyes.

"Just try, okay?"

"Hold on, should we all do this?" Cora questioned, scooting closer.

"Uhh yea, we should." They all lean in and put their fingers on the piece.

Stiles took a deep breath, "Wheres Dr. Deaton?"

Cora looked over at Lydia expectantly, and Stiles glanced over, trying to be more subtle. Lydia noticed the both of them staring and caught on.

"What?!"

"Aren't you gonna answer?" Stiles asked.

"Oh, I don't know the answer. You said we were asking the spirits."

"Well do you know any spirits we can ask?" Cora questioned and Lydia just looked at Stiles.

"Is she for real?" Lydia asked, pointing at Cora which made Stiles laugh and Cora smile, although she was trying to hide it.

"What happened , I thought you were a genius Lydia?" Cora questioned, still smiling.

"Hold on a second. Genius? Yes. Being able to talk to spirits? Definitely not."

Stiles sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Okay whatever, we'll try something else."

Scott was strolling through the hallways after getting the message from Stiles saying he found Lydia. When he heard what sounded like the tapping of a cane hitting a desk. After catching the scent, it was definitely Deucalion's cane hitting a desk. Jeez this guy just doesn't stop being a stalker, huh? He kind of reminded Scott of Derek when he and Stiles were first turned.

He followed the scent down many hallways until he was face to face with the doubled door entrance of the music classroom. He took a deep breath and opened the door, knowing he would need that breather. He walked in and Deucalion was just sitting on top of a desk as if it was normal for him to be there. He couldn't help but think of the possibility that Deucalion could have had something to do with Deaton's disappearance and all the mystery murders.

"Your hearts pounding," He stood, "But it's not out of fear, is it? Thats pure anger."

Scott rolled his eyes, "I know what you're thinking, did he have something to do with Deaton? The answer is no. But I really would like to take this one thing off your plate. You seem a bit.. stressed."

"Whats the catch?" Scott asked, knowing there had to be a price.

He looked up, pretending to contemplate, "Take my cane away from me and Ill tell you where to find him."

Scott pounced. For a few minutes straight he was struggling against the alpha trying to take his cane. In the end, he couldn't.

"Impressive. I like your dedication to saving your boss. But i would like you to know, I am not the one responsible for the chaos in Beacon hills as of now. I am however, apart of a pack that wants Derek dead though."

Scott zoned back in, ignoring the pain from his shoulder after being stabbed with deucalions cane. "Kali is coming for Derek, seems she wants revenge. You are going to have to make a choice real soon."

Scott scoffed, "She can try all she wants."

"Don't get too cocky now, Scott. Someone will die tonight. It's your choice as to who."

"Can you stop being vague and tell me where the hell he is?"

"No. I will say though, follow the currents." He teased, before heading for the door.

After what seemed like hours later, Stiles had tried every trick in the book with Lydia. Nothing was working. Not automatic writing, not holding his keys, nothing. He was starting to get frustrated.

"I don't even know why you're bothering with me anyways, you should be talking to Danny." Lydia says, finishing her tree drawing.

"Why Danny?" Cora asked.

"Because Danny was poisoned with mistletoe and he was supposed to be a target, but not a sacrifice."

"Okay, can we get some clarity on what that means really?" Stiles asked.

"Get over there, baby." Boyd said to Erica, pointing to the elevated ground, knowing she wouldn't want to get her new heels wet. She nodded and walked over, just enough to be away from the bare floor.

"In a pool of electrified water, it can take up to 50 milliamps to kill a normal human, less than the power it takes to turn on a light bulb." Boyd explains, turning on the water only after he knew Erica was nowhere near the loft floor.

"Gee, thats comforting." Jackson joked, stuffing his face with leftover take out Derek had bought.

"So, if we disable the circuit interrupter in the buildings electrical room, the current will keep coming," Boyd bent down to drop the hose, "So anyone who comes in here will have a pretty shocking surprise."

"Especially a barefooted bitch." Erica grit out.

After explaining, the four teen walked out of the classroom and started speed walking through the hallways.

"Danny is still in the hospital, is he not?" Cora asked, carrying her books in one hand.

"Yeah, thats where we're headed now." Stiles nodded.

"Y'all go ahead, I'll meet you there"

"Wait, why?" Stiles asked him.

Scott turnt his phone to show Stiles the message from Allison simply stating, "I think I found something."

Stiles nodded, "Oh, and she texted you?"

Scott ducked his head, "Yeah, she must've thought you were busy, I guess."

Stiles rubbed his neck and hummed. Lydia watched in amusement and Cora huffed impatiently.

Isaac walked up and grabbed Scott by his shoulders, "Okay, enough. I overheard the plan, let's go."

Derek flicked the light on to make sure it was working and nodded at Boyd. Boyd threw the electric cord into the water. The water was now full of electricity and therefore dangerous to anybody who stepped in the water.

"Is this gonna kill her? Are we sure about that yet?" Jackson questioned, sitting on the floor.

"I hope so." Boyd deadpanned.

Derek sighed and sat across from Jackson.

"How's Isaac?" He asked no one in particular. The teens glanced at each other before Jackson spoke up.

"He's good. Happy. He likes the feeling of family at the Stilinski house."

"I only did what I did to keep him safe. Sure enough, the alpha pack came the day after and did some damage to me and Cora."

"It wasn't about safety Derek, he trusted you with his past trauma and you betrayed his trust. Everybody knows, including you, he would have stayed here and protected you even if you didn't ask for it." Erica spoke.

"That's the problem." Derek said, low enough that if any of the teens weren't werwolf's they wouldn't have heard him.

"I was looking in one of his drawers for something and I found this," Allison held something up in her hand for Scott to look at.

"What exactly am I looking at?"

"It's an-" just then, the door to Allison's apartment opened.

"He isn't supposed to be home for hours."

"Where do I go? What do I do?" Scott panics, genuinely scared of Chris.

Allison hurriedly grabs Scott's arm and pulled him into her closet. Due to the close proximity, Allison was pushed against the door and Scott was pushed very close against her. Allison heard her dad's foot steps and put her finger against Scott's lips. He nodded and kept quiet.

Allison's eyebrows furrow as she felt something weird against her body. "What are you doing?"

"Im not doing anything." Scott says, confused. Allison looks down and sees the problem.

"Part of you is doing something." She giggles, making him look down and his eyes widen. Now that he was made more aware of it, he couldn't control it any better.

He was suddenly very happy that Isaac decided to stay downstairs waiting.

"Stop." She smiles, turning the flashlight on.

"Im sorry, I cant really control him."

She had to stop herself from laughing loudly. "You call it a him?" She asked between giggles, making him smile.

"I have to call him something."

"I'll just turn around, its okay." He nods and she turns herself around, with her face against the door.

He stifles his groan and whispers, "Allison?"

"Hm?" She questions.

"Thats worse," He whispers, his cheeks bright red.

She smiles and brings a hand to cover her smile, turning back around. The flashlight was making her eyelashes extremely bright and beautiful and was giving her eyes a more bright color. She looked extremely kissable right now.

Soon enough, they were both leaning in and just as their lips were about to lock, Allison turns her head to the side. "Im sorry."

"Don't be, it's okay. I understand." He smiles and just puts her hair behind her ears.

The sound of the front door closing was heard and just to be safe, Scott used his advanced hearing to listen for the elevator ding. When he heard it, they walked out of the closet.

Allison leads him into her dad's study and glares at him when he closes the door too loudly.

"He's gone!"

"He's a hunter!" She rolls her eyes.

"Whatever, see this map? Last time I was talking to him in here, my dad put a book over it like he was trying to hide it quickly from me."

"What could that mean? Theres nothing on it."

"Yeah thats what I thought, too. Until I discovered this," She used the UV light to see the marks and drawings on it. "He's been tracking everything down on here. Cora and Boyd at the bank, office in the penthouse above us, the dead bodies"

"What is that, like a symbol thing?" Scott asked pointing to one of the markings.

"Yeah, it's sort of like a symbol for everywhere someone was taken from, and then another from where they were found. Heres the scary part,"

"Was that not all the scary part?" He joked.

"Theres only been 6 sacrifices so far. There are twelve in total on the map."

"What could that mean? Did your dad find more bodies and not tell nobody?"

"I think he knows where the body's are going to be found. Any of these other six markings could be where Deaton will end up."

"Thank you, Allison." Scott nods, taking his phone out and snapping a picture of the map while Allison held the light up to it.

He gave her a kiss on the cheek in appreciation and slipped out of the apartment before her dad had the chance to come back home.

Stiles and Cora slipped into Danny's hospital room. Tiptoeing and all, (Stiles forced her).

"Why the hell are we tiptoeing?" Cora angrily whispered.

"Because we're on a secret mission, Cora, duh."

"He's already asleep!" Stiles straightened out and hummed.

"Guess you're right."

She rolled her eyes, "just get what you need and lets go."

Stiles walked over to be beside Dannys bed and whispered, "Hey Danny, you awake?"

When Danny didn't answer, just to be safe, he smacked him on the face a few times to see if he would wake up. When the last slap slightly woke Danny up as he took a sharp breath of air, Stiles hopped back and covered his mouth.

"You idiot, why would you slap him?!" Cora questioned, ducking in front of the bed.

"To make sure he was asleep!"

Danny groaned and Stiles bent down to his backpack to start snooping.

"What are you doing in my backpack?" Danny slurred, with his eyes still shut.

"Im not doing anything, this is just a dream that you're having." Stiles said, put on the spot.

"Okay, but why are you going through my stuff?"

"Im only going through your stuff in your dream, remember?" Cora rolled her eyes at Stiles' ridiculousness.

"Why would I dream about you?" Danny asked.

"Why the hell would I know? Maybe you're like obsessed with me or something. Just- shut up and go back to sleep." Stiles dug back into his backpack.

After a little bit of digging, Stiles pulled out a packet that was titled, "Telluric currents".

"Oh Danny, you genius."

"Hurry up, let's get out of here." Cora rushed him.

"He has to be at least one of the six locations I sent to you but they're scattered across town, how are we gonna be everywhere at once?" Scott asked, putting his helmet on after letting Isaac know they were done.

"Thats the thing, we might not have to. Danny was doing a project on an interesting topic for Mr. Harris' physics class. I think it may have a deeper meaning."

"Whats the topic?" Isaac asked.

"Telluric currents." Cora said in the background as she was looking at the packet, making Scott double take.

"Did you just say currents?" Scott asked.

"Yeah."

After a while of sitting around doing nothing, the teens started playing games.

"Okay, never have I ever had a crush on a pack member who isn't in this room." Erica smirked, making Derek groan.

Erica, Boyd, and Jackson all put a finger down.

"Boyd? Who did you-"

"Hey isn't that light supposed to be on?" Jackson asked, noticing the light to the energy box in the loft wasn't on.

Derek looked up, "Yeah."

"And if it's off, what does that mean?"

"Someone cut the auxiliary power." Derek answered.

"What about the main-" Boyd was about to ask, but the lights cut off very suddenly, making all of them hop to their feet.

Derek nodded, biting his tongue. He stepped off of the steps and into the water, not being shocked as soon as he stepped into it was a sign their plan has failed.

"Okay, what do we do now?" Erica asked.

Derek's red eyes showed, making the packs golden eyes shine as well. "We fight."

Boyd, Jackson, and Erica walked through the water to stand behind Derek protectively. The loft door slid open and Kali was standing there, toes out and all.

"Nice to see you again, Derek."

"Wish I could say the same." He remarked, making her smirk.

"You know, when Ennis died, I thought to myself, what the hell? just go for it. Find him and kill him. But, I cant necessarily do that with all the teenagers you hide behind, though."

"Technically im in front of them," He sassed, making her growl.

"Anyways, I was thinking, whats a girl got to do to get you alone. I thought, and thought, and thought, then I figured it out." She looked towards the door once more, making the four of them look as well.

The twins held Jennifer Blake up by her neck. One hand was around her neck and another had a bruising grip on her wrist. Dereks eyes dimmed slowly and he hunched a little. She turnt back to him, cockily.

"You and me, one on one. Or I order them to tear her throat out and feed it to you." Kali threatened as Jennifer whimpered.

"Whats it gonna be?"

Derek glared and signaled for all of his betas to stand down. They listened and walked over to the steps, getting out of the water in case they cheated and tried to cut the electricity back on.

"Let her throat go." Derek grit out.

She smirked and signaled for the twins to let go. They let go of her and she fell to the floor. "Derek, no! It's okay!"

They growled at each other and both pounced to attack one another.

The rest of the pack that wasn't at the loft, (minus Allison), were at the vets office.

"Okay and whats does this kids homework assignment have to do with finding Scott's boss?" Cora asked.

"It isn't just homework, it's a project on geomagnetic fields. They flow through the earth, and they can be affected by lunar phases." Stiles explained as he set all of the papers they had thus far up on the table.

"This here is a note from Mr. Harris warning Danny to choose a different topic for the project." Stiles pointed.

Isaac squinted and read it aloud for everybody.

"Which means he wasn't just a sacrifice, he knew too much." Lydia finished.

"Mr. Argent wasn't the only fella with a map," Stiles brought out Danny's map. "Danny marked all of the telluric currents, the weird thing about Beacon Hills, is that it literally is a beacon. Most of the energy flowing through this earth is around this town."

"Okay it matches, now theres three places where they're kidnapped, and then where they were found," Scott circled places on the map.

"Look, that one is right on the telluric current." Lydia pointed out.

"So maybe the place he was sacrificed is somewhere in between?" Scott asked, talking out loud to himself.

"Let me see that," Stiles said and Scott passed the pen to him. "Okay, six more body's, his has to be somewhere in between, but where?" Stiles marked an X on where Deaton was taken.

"Stop." Cora said softly, putting her small soft hand on Stiles', making him look up at her.

Isaac and Lydia shared a look, knowing they were both team Stiles with Allison, (Isaac wanted Scott for himself).

Cora moved his large hand until it was hovering over the title for the Beacon Hills Bank. "He's in the same damn vault." She sneered.

They were putting all of the papers up and getting ready to leave when Lydia stopped them, "Guys wait." She looked over at Cora who was looking at her phone.

"It's Boyd. The plan failed, they just cut the power off. Somehow they knew." She said, looking weary.

"Just like he said, I would have to choose." Scott sighed.

"You don't have to choose, Scott. I'll call Dad and tell him to meet you and Isaac there. Me, Cora, and Lydia will go to the loft. You don't have to figure this out alone." Stiles said and pulled the girls out by their arms.

Derek and Kali were in the middle of their fight. Claws were scratching and a few bites were made but nothing serious yet. Due to the intensity of their hits, the water was splashing everywhere. While Derek was distracted the twins grabbed Jennifer by her hair and made her watch, Boyd growled at them. Kali managed to scratch him right in his torso, slowing him down for a minute before he shook it off.

Jennifer yelled and the teens all growled.

Scott ran into the vault and saw his boss strung up. He tried to run straight to him, but was stopped. His boss was surrounded by mountain ash. He stood there frozen for a minute or two, completely overwhelmed, not knowing what to do.

He finally decided and put both of his hands up as close as they could be to the barrier. He pushed and pushed. It took all of his willpower not to give up and fall to the floor crying. He made sure to think of the things that made him feel strong. Allison, Stiles, His mom, His dad in everything but blood, even Isaac.

"Don't overwork yourself, Scott! It could be dangerous!" Isaac warned him.

He grunted and pushed harder. He yelled in agony and felt as if he was breaking in slowly but surely. He felt the barrier shake underneath him. Deaton's eyes opened slightly, just enough for him to see Scott's eyes go from golden brown to a bloodshot red with hair erupting from his cheeks as normal. Suddenly he felt the power to keep his eyes open and pull himself up the rope longer. Scott was flung away from the barrier and right into Isaac's arms.

"I cant- How do I save you?" He whimpered, on the verge of tears.

"It's okay, son." He heard and then felt a hand on his shoulder. "Let me give it a shot."

His dad pulled his gun out and pointed it straight at the rope. He made sure to concentrate on not hurting Deaton. He shot and Deaton fell to the floor.

"Dad, you have to break this line on the floor, it doesn't let me or Isaac go past it!"

Sheriff used his foot to break the line of mountain ash and let Scott through. Scott threw his boss over his shoulder and they started running together to the cop car.

Stiles, Lydia, and Cora stood in front of the energy box that controlled all of the lofts.

"What now?" Stiles questioned.

"We pull them." Cora decided on.

"Which ones?!" Lydia asked impatiently.

"We pull all of them." Cora answered.

The girls started pulling and turning all of the different knobs while Stiles pulled his phone out and started running up the stairs.

Jackson took his phone out and saw the message from Stiles telling them to get out of the water. He hurriedly showed Boyd and Erica, they spread out and started running to get out of the water. One of the knobs was the one and the energy cut back on, making the water shock anyone who was in it. Jackson had leaped to where the twins were and he pulled Jennifer to his chest, knowing she was important to Derek. He whimpered seeing Boyd hit the floor from the shock.

Erica had made it to the same place and she yelled, trying to jump back in to get him. One of the twins grabbed her before she could jump back in. "No! Let me go! BOYD!" She yelled, hot, burning tears falling down her face.

Boyd, Kali, and Derek were being shocked, Boyd even worse because he was fully lying in the water. Kali yelled at the Twins, "Grab him!" She pointed to Derek.

Aiden let go of Erica and ran with his brother to hold Derek up. Kali on the other hand grabbed Boyd before Erica could run to him.

"Stop! I'll do anything, please!" Erica yelled at her.

The twins grabbed Derek's claws that were retracted and set them up perfectly for Boyd to fall on. Just then, Stiles ran into the door and straight into the water. Thinking back on what Deaton said, he was confused as to what he had to do. Deaton's words replayed in his mind, "Believe in what you say and it will come true," and, "Believe in yourself and your powers,".

Kali was picking Boyd up and getting ready to drop him, so he had to act fast.

Lydia and Cora ran in as well, seeing the view before them. Lydia slapped a hand to cover her mouth and Cora slid to the floor with Erica, holding her.

"Freeze!" Stiles ordered, as loud as he possibly could, truly believing they would all obey him. All of the werewolf's in front of him froze where they stood.

He froze as well, not because he forced himself too, but because of shock that what he just attempted doing actually worked. He figured something was wrong when he had forced Isaac to stop punching Ethan.

"Jackson, go get Boyd! The rest of you stay exactly where you are!" Jackson stood mechanically and ran to get Boyd from Kali's grasp.

He snatched Boyd away and helped him back over to Erica who straddled him til he couldn't breathe.

"Cora, go get Derek." Stiles said and Cora went to grab Derek from the twins. Soon their whole pack was standing back together and standing defensively with Cora holding Derek up.

"You can unfreeze now!" Stiles said and the 3 alphas unfroze, confused.

"Its just like Deucalion said..." Ethan muttered, staring at Stiles like he was rethinking.

"They saved you now, Derek. But they wont always be there." Kali and the twins walked towards the door when Stiles coughed and stopped them.

"You know, if you want to blame someone,  for your boyfriends death, blame your boss. He was the one who killed your little boyfriend, not Derek."

Kali flinched, "He wouldn't."

Stiles, wanting to test this newfound power of belief out, and he believed that he was passing Deaton's memory of Deucalion slashing Ennis' throat out, to Kali and the twins. They stood still while they watched the memory in their head and then got movement back. A stray tear fell down Kali's face, but she sped walked out before they could see any further.

The pack let themselves rest when Cora ran and slammed the door behind them. Derek slammed himself into Boyd and hugged him tightly.

"I couldn't- I wasn't strong enough." Derek's voice cracked, "You could've died just then."

"I didn't." Boyd croaked out, and pulled away to kiss his girlfriend. Derek limped over to Jennifer.

Jackson walked over to Lydia and threw his arm around her shoulders, "You okay?"

"I just watched my sorta boyfriend almost kill one of my best friends. Why couldn't I have just listened to everybody's warnings? Why do I have to be so stupid?" She asked, a tear falling down her cheek.

Jackson reached forward and wiped her tear away, pulling his hand back after and they just stared at each other.

"Your not stupid, he's a manipulative dickhead."

In the midst of the pack's relief, Stiles walked over to the table in the middle of the loft and threw himself down lazily. Cora stalked over and let her head rest on his shoulder, she read somewhere some people find that comforting.

"What are you?" She whispered, her head still on his shoulder.

"I have no idea." He closed his eyes and rested his head on hers.

Now in a hospital room, Deaton was sitting on the hospital bed rubbing his wrists. Sheriff was standing in the corner whispering with Mellisa, Scott and Isaac were standing by Deaton's bedside.

"Scott." Deaton caught his eyesight, "Your eyes were red. Alpha red."

"How is that possible? Im only a beta."

Their conversation caught the attention of his parents.

"It's extremely rare, only seen every 100 years or so. They call it a true alpha. Every 100 years a beta can become an alpha without having to kill one. They become an alpha solely based on sheer will and determination. Not in 100 years has there been a new true alpha in my lifetime until you."

"You knew what he would become, didn't you?" Mellisa asked, stepping closer to Deaton's bed.

"I believed. Since you and Stiles were turned, I believed. You know whats even more rare? A true alpha and a spark born in the same decade. Mother nature blessed this world with the most unstoppable duo it has yet to see."

"Spark, what's a spark? Who's the spark you're talking about?" Isaac questioned, listening intently while Deaton explained Scott's condition.

"A spark is a person who can make things happen to supernatural creatures just by believing they will happen. They are also very rare, only ever heard of every 100 years. He probably had to make a very big discovery tonight when trying to keep his friends safe. I imagine I will be seeing him very, very soon."

"Stiles." Scott figured out, "Is that why you were telling him to believe in his powers and the words he spoke?"

"You're correct, Scott."

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Derek ran through the woods as fast as he had ever ran a day in his life. At this point, his legs were on autopilot and he was running before he could tell himself where to run. After being found by the hunters, Derek did what his mom and big sister taught him. He ran. Whenever they were caught by hunters, every werewolf that came from the Hale bloodline was taught to run and not fight back.

Lately, it had gotten worse. The hunters were always any and everywhere. There had been more werewolf's coming and going from their small town, which mostly explained the determined look in all of the hunters eyes. They were all probably on the lookout for a werewolf who hurt or possibly killed one of theirs. Whatever werewolf was stupid enough to cross the Argents hunting crew, it was not Derek.

The Hales liked to teach their kids peace and verbal communication to face challenges. So instead of staying behind and being put in the immediate danger by trying to explain, it was better to steer clear by running. They had a truce with the Argents after all, seeing as the werewolf's have claimed Beacon Hill's. The hunters wouldn't be going after any of the Hales, so long as no member of the Hale pack injure or threaten their hunters. Seeing the result of this pact, the Argents obviously didn't hold up their part of the deal.

Derek was flying through the woods at what had to be faster than any animal roaming the woods this late at night, when he went head first, tumbling down a grass hill. He came face to face with one of the Argents many transmission devices, used to lure the werewolf's into one spot, rather than chasing them through the whole town. Derek hopped up and started running again when he crashed into another werewolf, based off of the boy, who looked around his age, scent.

The boy examined him for a minute before he spoke up, "You're a Hale, aren't you?" He asked, chest heaving, probably having been running for a while now. Derek nodded, and the boy just looked at him blankly.

"You have to run, and get back to your pack. It's not safe out here for one of Talia's kids. Especially with Gera-" Derek gasped when the boy who was warning him out of the woods, gets an arrow shot straight through his throat. The hunter who shot the teenage werewolf stepped out from his spot behind the tree and aimed his crossbow right at Derek. Derek stood there, his eyes having not seen the arrow aimed straight at him.

The arrow shot out and was flying at an insane speed straight for his chest. It was stopped by his uncle who was now beside him, holding the arrow that was just about to be shot into him, with his eyes glowing yellow.

Peter grabbed Derek by his arm and the pair took off running, into the dark. With their heightened senses, they were able to see better than the hunters at night. They continued to run until they found the tree stump that their older sister had shown to them, in case they needed anywhere to lay low, seeing as if you were a regular human, you wouldn't be able to see the entrance to the secret cellar.

Under ground, they stayed. Their chests heaving and their hearts beating faster than ever. They just had to wait for this to pass so they could get back to their mom and siblings. Peter was sure of it, therefore making Derek sure of it.

"They stayed there for two days," Cora explained. "Hiding. Healing. Waiting. Things were taught to do when running from hunters." She stood in Derek's loft, looking out of the foggy window with her arms crossed.

"So should we expect him to be gone for two days, or is he on a cut vacation in Hawaii?" Stiles paced the stairs, his arms moving at the same pace as his mouth.

"Why do you even care?" She turned around to glare at him.

"Why do I care?" Stiles scoffed, "Lets see, in the span of two weeks, the werewolf's of the pack have tried to kill themselves, Deaton was nearly ritually sacrificed, Boyd was almost killed by alphas, Derek is being sought after by before mentioned alphas, do you want me to keep going?"

"Okay, and what?" Cora walked towards him, "You think Derek can solve any of those problems?" She now stood in front of him, her brown eyes looking up at him, and if his eyes wandered to her plump and pink lips, they didn't speak about it.

"He's the packs alpha, Cora. He has to at least try. He cant keep running away from these things after HE decided to start his own pack by biting three teenagers."

"I have noticed," Cora started, making Stiles raise an eyebrow as he waited for her to finish. "He's different. Then how he used to be when we were kids. He wasn't like that."

"How was he?" Stiles whispered, the two moving away from each other when they could sense Peter's presence in the room. Peter descended the staircase like the true drama queen he was and inserted himself into the conversation.

"A lot like Scott. It's a little creepy how similar they are. Y'know, the usual. Conceited, Athletic, undeniably romantic."

"Then what changed him? Why isn't he the same?" Stiles asked, sitting himself down on top of the table.

"What changes most young men? A girl." Peter says, in a bored tone. Stiles and Cora exchanged a glance at that and Cora went to sit on a chair at the table.

"So a girl broke his heart and that's why Derek is the way he is now?" Stiles crossed his arms, not truly believing of the story. Derek, of all people was the last person Stiles thought could have been changed by a girl. Seeing as he was, it had to have been something extremely bad and heartbreaking.

Peter looked to Cora, "Do you remember Derek before he became the big, bad alpha? His blue eyes? Do you know why some wolfs have blue eyes?"

"Is it not just genetics?"

"If you want to know why Derek Hale is Derek Hale, you need to know what changed his eye color."

Stiles knew that tone from Peter, and it meant nothing good was going to come from this conversation. Whether it was going to be Peter lying or Peter blabbing about things Derek doesn't want to be reminded of. Something negative is bound to come from this conversation.

On the other side of town, Allison and Scott were on their way to the rehab center where Allison's grandpa was staying. Everything that has been happening, like the alpha pack and the Darach, considering how long Gerard had been a hunter, he had to know something about what had been going on. Allison told Scott what her grandpa wanted in exchange for his knowledge, and he hesitantly agreed. He had never been a big fan of the man, but they needed to know what he knew.

Allison pushed open the door to his room, and stood in the doorway. Gerard was facing towards the window, blowing his nose. He sensed her presence and smiled slightly.

"Did you bring him?" He asked Allison, who was holding the door open for Scott, who slipped past her and walked into the room.

Gerard turnt himself around in his wheelchair to get a good look at the boy. He hadn't seen him since that fateful day that he was given the bite.

"Oh, please do come in, Scott. Give this old man a little something for his pain." Gerard said, staring at Scott and holding his bare arm out for Scott to grab.

Allison let go of the door handle and watched as Scott walked a little further into the room, "You don't have to do this if you don't want to, Scott."

Gerard scoffed, "If you're expecting me to talk, yes he does." Scott narrowed his eyes and walked forward, lifting his sleeve.

Scott glared, "I do this in exchange for everything that you know. Everything." The old man growled, but still nodded his head in understanding.

He pushed his hand closer to Scott's, expecting Scott to reach forward. He did. He reached forward and started pulling the pain from the old man. It was already unpleasant enough to take pain from someone he loved or a nice stranger, but for someone he didn't even like? He was very tempted to pull his hand back and leave the old hunter in pain.

Thick, black veins started shooting up his forearm, leaving Gerards, allowing the hunter to let out a sigh of relief. He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned as the veins traveled from his forearm to his neck. When the veins reached his head, it hurt so bad it made his eyes glow their golden color. Allison took a step forward to grab onto Scott so he wouldn't fall after he pulled his hand away. He grabbed onto her and kept his eyes shut as he let the pain simmer down.

"You okay?" She questioned, sitting him on the bed behind where they were sitting.

He nodded, "Just need a second."

"It started how most high school love stories do. In school." Peter explained to them.

Paige sat in the music room as she usually did during her lunch, practicing on her cello. This was the state in which she was most calm. Doing what she loved surrounded by a reminder of her passion for music. She had her eyes closed and her fingers were moving on autopilot, already so used to playing cello for hours at a time. She was shaken from her calm state when she heard the continuos sound of a basketball bouncing from outside of the music room.

She sighed and prepared to start playing again, but she couldn't. After already being distracted by the heinous sound, she couldn't continue playing how she did before. She set her instrument down and walked out of the classroom, to see a few boys in the same hallway, obnoxiously playing basketball.

"Do you guys mind? Im trying to practice. We have a recital coming up." The guys with Derek laughed, and Derek turnt to look at her.

"What if we're trying to practice too?" Derek asked, dribbling the ball, before holding it.

"Well I am practicing in the music room, where the music belongs. Im pretty sure basketball practice belongs in the gym." She glared, moving her arms as she talked.

"Basketball practice can happen wherever you got a basketball. We're state champs and we have a game coming up." His teammates behind him nodded their agreements.

She rolled her eyes, "Whatever, I dont have time for this." She turnt around and started walking back to the music room.

"Hold on." Derek called for her, before she could reach the door. He ran up to be in front of her and held the basketball up. "We will stop if you can take the basketball away from me."

She turnt to face him and raised one of her eyebrows. The teens behind him started laughing and muttering how it would he impossible. Derek stared into her eyes for a second too long before she started talking.

"No." She deadpanned and moved her face closer to his, basically whispering. "Grow up." She turnt and walked into her class, saving herself the embarrassment of trying to take the basketball away from the team's captain, who had led them to their championship win.

His friends laughed and started walking away, probably walking to the lunch room. He stayed in his spot and stared after the girl. She was different. She was beautiful. Her hair was brown, matching her eyes. She had a mole under her right eye and her lips were plump.

She wasn't like most of the girls at their school. They had never talked to him like that. Whether it was because he was team captain, or they were intimidated by all of the people he hung around with, no one had tried talking like that to him before. Surprisingly, he admired her for it.

Paige sat back down at her seat and huffed, picking her instrument back up. Why did teenage boys have to be so stupid? To think she actually thought he was cute, even as he stood, trying to embarras her. She ignored what just happened and just started playing again.

The doors opened to the music room and the same boy spoke up, halfway out of the room in case she yelled at him to get lost. "Im sorry about that, I don't know why I let those guys turn me into a jerk."

She shook her head, "It's whatever." She turnt away from him and looked back to her instrument, expecting him to walk out.

"Hey, whats your name?" Derek asked, figuring he was safe to walk in if she didn't yell at him as soon as she saw him.

"Y'know, im trying to practice. If that wasn't clear when I asked you to move your basketball practice elsewhere."

"I deserved that," He smiles. "Ill leave you alone then..."

She nodded and put her attention back to her cello. "After you tell me your name." He finishes, making her slightly bite her lower lip.

"I'll tell you my name, if you can play one instrument in this room." She said challengingly, not expecting him to know how to play anything.

"One?"

"Just one."

"Any of em?" He asked, and she raised her eyebrows, wondering if maybe me might actually know how to play something.

She played her cello as she waited for him to come back with the instrument he would attempt to play. Even if he couldn't, it would he funny to laugh at him. He stepped back to his spot, smiling the smuggest smile she had ever seen, with his hands behind his back. He moved his hands from behind his back and pulled the triangle and beater into Paige's eyesight, before hitting the beater against the triangle. She scoffed at the cleverness of it, and at his audacity all at the same time.

She smiled and looked at the wall in front of him. He stood looking at her, with his eyebrows raised and a smile etched on his face.

"My name is Paige. Now go, so I can finish practicing."

"My name is-" He starts, but Paige cuts him off.

"I know who you are." Somehow, his smile turns even more smug and he nods, before turning to walk out of the music room.

"So, a third body was found?" Gerard inquired, his arms resting on his lap.

"Another doctor. Right after Scott found Deaton." Allison answered.

"Right after? Almost as if he was expected to survive."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Scott asked, rubbing his wrists.

"It only means, how do you know your dark druid isn't your wise veterinarian?" Gerard raised a napkin to his nose and scrubbed the remaining black, dried snot away.

Allison and Scott glanced at each other, both wondering if that could be an actual possibility that they would have to worry about.

"Maybe he knew he was bound to be found, maybe he planned it that way. His pieces are falling into place, if thats the case." Scott's thoughts turnt to the day Deaton went missing. The cryptic call he had shared with Scott and Stiles. He told them to find him.

"Deaton would never let innocent people die," Allison argued against her grandpa, "That isn't the kind of person he is."

"You can never be so sure who to trust Allison. Another lesson you haven't quite got the concept of yet. You kids would be surprised how far someone would go to get rid of someone like Deucalion."

"Or someone like you?" Allison crossed her arms over her chest. He chuckled and turnt to Scott, rather than talking to his granddaughter.

"You know, Scott, you have turnt me into something of a celebrity here. Im a medical mystery. The cancer is virtually undetectable, but nobody has no clue as to why my body keeps ejecting this stupid black fluids." Gerard glares and cleans his nose area with a tissue, before throwing it on the floor to join the others.

"I held up my part of the deal," Scott changed the subject. "Your turn. How do we beat him?"

Gerard laughs, "You can't. Believe me, I have tried."

An idea popped into Allison's head and she winked at Scott, wanting him to play along. "Then this has been a complete waste of time. Sorry I pulled you into this. Lets go."

Scott pulled himself up and started following Allison out of the room. Gerard stared after his granddaughter and decided to stop her.

"I can tell you one thing. Deucalion may have lost his eyes, but he is not always blind." Allison smiled slightly before turning back around to look at him once more.

"If Derek was a sophomore back then, how old does that make him? How old were you? How old are you now?" Stiles questioned.

"Not as young as we could have been, but not as old as you may think." Peter answers, propping his arms up on both side of the couch. Cora rolled her eyes and wiped some dust that was collecting on the table, with her finger.

"Okay, that was extremely vague." Stiles hopped off of the table, before looking at Cora. "How old are you?"

"Im 17."

"That right there, Peter, is an answer. That's how you should answer people." Stiles explained, pointing back at Cora to make his point.

Cora tilted her head and her fingers stood up. "Well, 17 if you're measuring in years."

"Okay, im just gonna drop it all together." Stiles closed his eyes and brought his hand to his forehead. Cora smiled when he wasn't looking, and Peter raised an eyebrow at her.

"Whatever, what happened to Derek and this Paige girl?" Cora asked, wanting Peter's attention off of her.

"What else? They were teenagers, one minute its, "I hate you, go away" and the next their making out wherever they can sneak off to."

Derek held the hand of a giggling Paige as they ran off to the abandoned distillery workshop. They were now both laughing at the thrill of it all. They climbed up the small hill to get to the door, still hand in hand. Derek walked up to the door and slid it open, allowing Paige to walk in first. He smiled and leapt forward to start kissing her, to which she immediately reciprocated.

"Hang on, creeper-wolf. How do you know all of this again? Were you spying on teenagers even back then?" Stiles narrowed his eyes at Peter, accusingly.

Peter rolled his eyes, "Back then, I was Derek's best friend. I was his closest confidante."

Paige pulled away, immediately wanting to lean back in, but she pushed herself.

"Whats wrong? You wanna stop?" Derek asked, putting her hair behind her ear.

"Why do you like me?" She asked suddenly, Derek blinked in response.

"What do you mean by that?" Derek asked, standing straighter.

"Why do you like me?" Paige repeated, putting her head down in embarrassment. Derek grabbed her chin and made her look up at him.

"Why do you think I like you?" Derek asked, curious as to what her answer would be.

"Well.." Paige looked up in contemplation, trying to find the right words. "At first I thought you liked me because I didn't like you. Not like every other girl did."

Derek smiled softly. "And now you're worried that I wont like you anymore because now you like me?"

She scoffed and punched him on his shoulder, "Don't get to ahead of yourself buddy, no one said I liked you"

Derek raised an eyebrow, "Oh, no?" He questioned with a sly smirk and leaned down to leave gentle kisses on her neck. Paige leaned her head back in order to give him more access.

Derek pulled his head away and smiled at her. "You don't like me?"

"Just shut up and do that again, Derek." She blushed and went to push his head back into her neck.

He laughed and looked at her instead, their eyes locking. "I could never stop liking you, Paige."

"I like you, Derek. As more than a friend." She admitted, before leaning up to bring their lips together in another kiss.

This time it was Derek pulling them apart when he heard a banging in the distance. He could now differentiate between the sound being close and far, and the banging sounded like it was getting closer. He instinctively pulled Paige closer to his chest.

She gasped and leant against him after noticing him tense up. "Derek, whats wrong? What do you hear?"

He looked away from the entrance and took a second to check his surroundings, now thta his concentration wasn't on Paige, the bitter and iron smell of blood overwhelmed his senses.

"Something happened here."

"What? What happened? How do you know?" Paige asked worriedly, taking her turn to look around, and finding nothing.

"I caught the scent of blood." Now, he could hear the leafs on the floor being stepped on, approaching the entrance.

"Thats not good, we have to go." He said, pulling her arm when she stopped him.

"Derek, whats going on?"

"Do you trust me?" He asked, wanting to pick her up and carry her away, but Derek knows better.

She nodded almost immediately and let herself be pulled along as they ran out.

Derek got her out at the best possible times, as now the different packs that were currently in Beacon Hill's intruded into the warehouse. Ennis walked angrily, his pack taking his lead. They walked until they saw the rope hanging from the roof.

He growled, "They dragged him here. Hung him up, shot an arrow through him, and then split him in half. They killed one of our own, we cant let them get away with it."

Kali scoffed and looked at her nails, "One of yours, not one of ours. What the hell did he do to the Argent's anyways? They have a code."

"Why did they kill him?" Deucalion asked, his accent thick.

"Because the stupid beta killed an Argent, so they killed him. Simple enough." Marco all but growled at Ennis. "And now you think we're gonna get all of us killed for his stupidity?"

"Marco." Deucalion warned him, and Marco stood down.

"They were all there- Deucalion, Ennis, Kali. With their own packs before they decided to kill everyone and form their stupid alpha pack." Gerard rocked back and forth in his rocking chair.

"They all lived here?" Allison questioned.

"No. There was an exceptionally powerful alpha that did reside here. She could shape-shift. It's extremely rare with you and your kind." Gerard explained, looking pointedly at Scott when he brought up the shape- shifting.

"That made her somewhat of a lead. Someone everyone ran to when they had a problem. Someone like you, Scott."

All three packs looked out into the surrounding trees after hearing Talia's howling. Ennis stood down from his glaring at Marco just to look over at the lady. She walked into the warehouse, still in her wolf form. Deucalion watched in awe as Talia's black wolf disappeared and she was back to her human self.

Her female pack members walked forward to her to wrap a cardigan around her, covering her naked body.

"Talia Hale. The only full forming wolf there was for centuries." Gerard explained, making Allison and Scott share a look of surprise. Hale?

"It's their right, Ennis. We aren't the only ones to adhere to rituals thousands of years old." Peter was sneaking around from outside of the warehouse, where he had been watching and listening since Derek and Paige.

"They ripped his claws from his fingers! This is a useless debate. Im done discussing."

"Don't start this war, Ennis! This wont just be an eye for an eye, this will only end in bloodshed, from which side is not clear yet." Deucalion tried, but Ennis didn't listen and used his claws to embark a symbol on the wall. Revenge.

"And, where do you get to the point where this has to do with Derek?" Cora sassed, making Stiles smile.

"I have been on that subject. It's not just one event that has that much hold over him, its the buildup of things that build until they crumble."

"I looked at Ennis and I saw loss and grief. Derek saw opportunity." Stiles looked over to Cora, who looked away from his guiltily. So, they had both heard the jump in his heartbeat then. Why was Peter still trying to lie? What would he have to lie about?

"To never lose her." Another jump.

"Okay, Peter, Im gonna stop you there. Why are you lying to me?" Stiles pinches his forehead, shaking his head.

Peter, deciding not to lie as Stiles was a werewolf and could hear his heartbeat, simply stayed quiet. Cora just stared at him, of course she had heard his heartbeat but she wanted to believe that her uncle wouldn't lie to her like that.

"Whatever, don't answer me, I don't care. i'll ask Derek about it, since obviously you aren't a reliable source" Stiles snarled and stormed out of the loft, after glaring at her uncle Cora decided to stand and head up to Allison's loft, where she was staying, needing to be away from Peter.

Stiles ended up back at his house, the house was completely empty. Mellisa was probably still working, his dad too, Scott was who knows where and Stiles couldn't smell Isaac in the house. He went up to his room and collapsed onto the bed, head first.

"Something wrong, Bambi?" Isaac joked, from the dark corner in Stiles' room, effectively scaring him.

"Isaac!" Stiles yelled, grabbing his chest, his heartbeat going crazy.

Isaac just laughed and pushed Stiles over, hopping in bed beside him.

"What are you doing here anyways? Shouldn't you be with your boyfriend?" Stiles teased him about Scott, but a smile grew on his face when Isaac said nothing and just turned slightly red.

"Huh. That's new." Isaac shoved him with his shoulder and huffed.

Sure, Stiles had noticed how close Isaac and Scott were. He just kinda assumed that was like a pack bond. Whatever, as long as his brothers were happy. Okay, now that sounds creepy. Brothers, but not biologically, and he was pretty sure the two did not see each other as brothers.

"Shut up, nothings new!" Isaac defended himself, crossing his arms.

"Yeah, you got a big fat crush on Scotty, Isaac?" Stiles laughed, as Isaac started wrestling him, defending what little dignity he had.

"Your secrets safe with me, bud." Stiles said softly when they both separated and calmed down some. Isaac smiled.

"So, what you're saying is the packs lured the hunters in and attacked all of them?" Scott asked, disbelief dripping from his words.

"We were ambushed." His heartbeat was perfectly normal, too perfectly normal.

"and then, what? You stabbed his eyes out, defending yourself, so you say, and then he goes crazy and kills his pack?" Allison repeats his story summarized.

"He sees as a wolf?" Scott asked, leaning forward.

"Deucalion is not always blind."

"Maybe we can use it against him." Allison says, and Scott nods. They both stand up to leave.

"Scott." Gerard stops him before he could walk out, holding his bare arm towards Scott. He steps forward and starts pulling pain from Gerard, wincing quietly, secretly.

"This whole little story-time, i've been listening to your heartbeat. Never went up, never went down. Perfectly steady."

"Because im telling the truth."

"Im gonna give you the benefit of the doubt, but if anybody gets hurt or killed because you decided to lie to me, next time, ill be here to pull more than just pain out of you." Scott bent to Gerard's eye level to threaten him, still gripping his arm tightly. He snatched his arm away and walked out of the room, Allison following after him.

Scott walked into the house after a long day, sighing heavily. He was completely confused. He had no idea what to think, he had just been told a story by Gerard of all people, probably one of the most unreliable narrator in the history of all unreliable narrators. Then, after it all, he dropped Allison off and she gave him a kiss on his cheek and a thanks. He wanted her, so badly.

He was even more confused because he started feeling a weird way towards Isaac. Not in a mean, not liking him kinda way, more like an awkward crush way. He didn't know what to think about that, he never felt that way for a boy before. Let alone for a boy and a girl at the same exact time. He decided to push the confusing thoughts away for now at least.

He walked up the stairs and decided he would check up on Stiles before he headed to bed. If he was actually home and not at Erica's or Boyds house. He opened the door to Stiles room, the lights were off, a movie was playing, and Stiles and Isaac  were both laying on the bed, shoulders touching, faced towards the TV, asleep. Scott felt something weird in his chest that wanted him to jump right in between, to separate the two. He ignored that feeling, knowing the close friendly bond the two shared, he reluctantly walked away, going to get ready for bed.

It was a confusing day.