Laura immediately knows that something is off about the house. She feels… feels something evil, and she is nervous about entering inside. But, she knows that Nate and Lycea had a date tonight, and she can only hear one racing heartbeat.
She races through the house toward the kitchen. When she reaches out to grab the pantry closet door knob, her fingers begin to burn.
"Lycea. It's me, Laura. Open the door."
The door slowly opens, and Laura swings it open the rest of the way. Lycea is crouched in the corner. Her skin is as white as a ghost, and she is clutching a knife like she'll die without it.
"What happened?!" Laura motions for her to come out into the kitchen. It takes some coaxing, but Lycea finally rushes out. She drops the knife. It clangs against the ground as she grabs onto Laura. She's clearly traumatized. "Lycea, you have to tell me what happened."
"There was someone outside… Someone upstairs." Lycea still hasn't let go of Laura and is still clinging to her tightly. "They beat him. He was bleeding. He told me to stay in the closet and not come out until he came back or I saw one of you guys."
"Who's 'they'?"
"I don't know. They… they looked like two giant Bigfoot people. I don't know. And… and their eyes…"
"Come on." Laura slowly walks her outside. The rest of the pack is just now filing out of the forest and stop when they see the two girls coming out of the house.
Stiles rushes forward. "What happened?!"
"They have Nate," Lycea stutters.
Laura looks up at her dad. "Another pack has Nate."
"Did they have any distinguishing characteristics?" Derek is sitting in front of Lycea and asking her question after question.
"Yeah. They were hairy." She looks around at the group surrounding her. "What is wrong with you people?! Do you not believe me? Two gigantic fuzzy things broke into your house and kidnapped your son! You should call the police or animal control or… do something!"
"We will do something. We just need to figure out who those men were first."
"Why do you need to figure out who they are? That's usually the police's job." She sighs when no one moves to do anything. "I don't know how I'm supposed to describe them any better. They were men, but they looked like wol…" Her eyes grow as wide as saucers.
Stiles moves closer to her. "Lycea…"
"They were… but you're not…" She watches as Stiles lowers his head. Derek looks grumpy as usual. Most of the other people in the room look nervous and won't make eye contact with her. "You're… All of you…" All that comes out after that is a terrified squeak.
"We're werewolves." Derek thinks it feels weird to say that sentence out loud.
"But Nathan's not," Stiles adds. "I think that's why they took him."
