Lydia looked around confused. She could not, for the life of her, remember how she had gotten to such a dank and gross place. Moving to remove herself from the unruly scene she found that her hands and feet were restricted by ropes.

"What..? What is this?!" Lydia yelled out and struggled against the restraints. Her heartbeat quickened and her eyes widened. "I don't know who you are, but this, this is extremely inappropriate! Let me go! Why am I even here? You know if you think kidnapping me will get you anything- "

"Calm down Lydia, nobody's kidnapping you."

"Yeah I don't think they'd be able handle you."

Erika and Isaac appeared out of the darkness bearing grins and cocky gaits.

"What the hell is this? What are you two brats think you're doing?" A grimace spread across Lydia's face at the sight of them.

Scott and Allison stepped up as well, less confident and more nervous. "Look Lydia, we just need you to be calm right now. I can explain everything." Allison said.

Lydia's mouth dropped at the sight of her friends, soon to be ex-friends. "What? Excuse me? Be CALM? I AM TIED TO A CHAIR AND HAVE NO IDEA WHERE I AM, NOT TO MENTION I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW I GOT HERE!"

Scott nodded his head. "Yeah, well you see there are some things that we haven't told you about, for your own safety of course, and well now you may be murdering people."

Lydia scoffed. How absurd. She thought briefly that this had to be some kind of bizarre dream. "Seriously? What was that?! That was explaining things? I am even more confused than I was before. Murdering people? Allison! What is going on?"

The couple shifted awkwardly and Allison was about to speak up when Derek and Boyd entered. "Are we ready?" Derek said while Boyd stood quietly beside him.

Lydia continued to protest loudly while the others just shook their heads 'yes'. Before Lydia knew what was happening, Derek slipped the poison into her mouth.

"Whaa- ?" She wasn't able to finish her protest before her body seized up and she went limp.

"Well, it's not her?"

The pack looked at each other confused. Derek shook his head and frustratingly ran a hand through his hair. "Back to square one."

As soon as Faust stepped into his room and closed the door he heard the delicate sound of a familiar voice. "Your age is finally taking a toll on you, Faust. How can you be so unguarded?"

Faust snickered. As if he wouldn't know that an intruder had wedged her way into the palace. "Please, if I did not want you here, you wouldn't be here."

The silky silhouette rose from the window ledge and stepped into the moonlight. Even though he refused to admit it, the sight of her took his breath away every single time. The moonlight seemed to almost bend itself to shine on her. With her milky skin, lavender eyes, and almost silver-white blonde hair, the outfit seemed extremely out of place. She was still undeniably beautiful, even with the non-mystical denim shorts and tank top.

"Could you care to wear more clothes at the very least when you come visit me?"

She chuckled. "You really are an old man." But her eyes twinkled with the insult and her lips curved sweetly.

Faust tossed his coat and suit jacket on a nearby chair, sat on his bed and loosened his tie. "This is coming from a 200 year old girl. Do you really not have anything better to do than insult me?"

"How rude, and I came all this way and waited on your window sill," She climbed on the bed behind him and wrapped her slender arms around his shoulders, "stop acting like you don't like me."

Faust grunted. "Is a little Fariae supposed to seek out an old Incubus, I'm not much younger than your own father."

She huffed, flopped backwards on his bed, and threw a pillow at him. "You're mean. You should be happy that a young, beautiful girl like me is coming to see you."

This time Faust sighed. As hard as he tried to walk the straight and narrow, he was much too weak to withstand the girl. "Elis. Elis stop pouting." He reached out to her, but she scooted all the way to head of the bed.

The guilt at seeing her unhappy because of him irritated the incubus, but he still couldn't deny it. "Look Elis, things are going to start getting really complicated. You can't keep coming here. I'm sorry but this is a very important matter, I-"

"You mean that stuff about the Adonai?" Elis spoke flat and bluntly. She knew she was acting like a child, but the want to have Faust attention over took the need to seem mature.

Faust's eyes narrowed and he stood up swiftly covering the space between them. "What do you know about the Adonai? Don't play around Elis this is extremely serious. This isn't something a little girl should know about."

Elis looked surprised at the sudden shift in mood. "I, …just some things I've heard around the palace… I listened to Papa sometimes."

"You mean you eavesdrop on him with private matters." He said bluntly, but he didn't mean it in a rude way. Faust had a million thoughts running through his head. If Elis was able to pick up on something, did that mean the Fariaes were planning something? How soon? Just how much time did the Clan have? Faust sat on the bed next to Elis, "Listen Elis, can you tell me exactly what you heard?"

Elis seemed uncomfortable being as she didn't know anything about this Adonai. She didn't want to make a mistake and accidently say something she wasn't supposed to. Faust saw her uncomfort and slipped his hand in hers. He knew that tricking her was wrong and almost felt bad for it, but he knew that the princess would receive no punishment if anyone found out. Besides as he had previously stated, this was extremely important.

"Elis can you please tell me. It is really important." He slid his hand underneath her jaw and tilted her head up, "Please."

Elis's lavender eyes stared into his black ones. She could feel her heart beat speed up and she took in the features of his face. The jet-black hair, pale skin, and sharp edges of his cheekbones, nose, and jaw. "It was just rumors they heard...they heard that something called an Adonai was found or was seen. Uh I d-don't really remember a lot."

"Are you sure Elis, are you sure that's it and that it was just rumors. They didn't speak of doing anything did they?" Faust could see her focus slipping. Elis was completely drowning herself with him. Her hands were slightly lifted as if she wanted to touch him but didn't dare to. He wasn't sure when she had become so infatuated with him or even how she found him. Mostly he wondered how she continued to find him, although he was impressed by it. It even made him just the littlest bit happy.

"There, uhm, was something else…. It was…..they said something about sending someone to hunt….or no s-scout? I don't really remember." At this point she did bring her hands up and place them on his chest.

Faust slid his hand down her neck and kissed her on the forehead. "Thank you, but I really have to go now."

Elis remained in the empty room, mouth open, and cheeks flaming. She felt embarrassed or tricked but she couldn't figure out how or why. Mostly thoughts of Faust ran through her head. She had come to accept the fact that he would never look at her the way she wanted him to, but he had kissed her. It was on the forehead, but he had still kissed her.

A half moon peeked from behind the trees as shadows flitted across the woodland floor. The nightlife buzzed and flowed with harmony. Isaac and Erika were no exception flowing well in their newfound home. The pair bounded through the trees enjoying the fresh air. Only when they came deep into the woods did the fresh air change. Isaac stopped and raised his nose. There was something faintly different about the smell of the air. Something seemed off, the smell almost had tangy sweet scent to it.

"Erika, do you smell it too?" Isaac whispered to his partner.

Erika nodded and without words they began to search cautiously about their home, sniffing to find the direction of the smell.

In the top of a large tree a shadowed figure sat just about to go to sleep when the smell hit him. It was disgusting like wet fur. He scrunched up his nose and hissed; of course it couldn't be anything other than a dirty werewolf. The thought of those dogs around in his precious forest was almost too much to bear. The worst part was that it was getting closer and closer. They were probably tracking his scent, but being a forest Fariae had its advantages. Even if the dogs were right in front of him they would never be able to see or catch him. The forest protected him and his kind and in turn his family protected the forest all around the world. That's why, even with his protection, he might just give those roaming balls of matted fur some advice, especially with their 'just marking the territory' habit.

The smell increased as they followed the trail. Erika felt proud of herself. She even wanted to brag to Derek about how they tracked something down. All at once she was excited and when she turned to Isaac she saw that similar feeling were being shared. They both had a goofy grin spread across their lips, tongue hanging out and all.

Finally they came across a large tree, which they had never noticed before. They both shared a confused look. There was no way a giant tree like that could exist and they not know about it. Cautiously they began to circle the tree inspecting it thoroughly. They did, however, fail to notice the suspiciously agitated branch.

All through his training Xander had never been the top of his class, but he was averagely okay and was someone to count on. There was one thing though that he really struggled at. That was the calm and peace part of nature. He had himself a severe anger issue. This was something he had worked with ever since he was young, but to no avail. Xander it seemed, for no reason, was just an angry person. He was never able to express himself in too many ways and it mostly ended with him being angry. This sometimes caused trouble with him being what his teacher referred to as "overly passionate". And Xander was very passionate about nature, but sometimes the passion fueled his anger. This night was one of those nights. One of those nights where his passion fueled his anger for the current smelly dogs sniffing around the trunk of his beautiful tree. He knew as a scout that he had to remain incognito, but the putrid smell of wet fur infiltrating his poor nostrils was really just too much.

"It's just a tree! Now go away before you infect it with that smell of yours!" The outburst was flung from his lips before he could really think about it. Oops.

Just as Isaac and Erika thought that they might have really just missed this giant tree, an angry voice suddenly sounded from…somewhere. Both of them stood up completely straight and searched around.

"Hey! Whatdaya mean by 'that smell of yours'!" Erika yelled out to the unseen voice peeved about the rude comment. "Who the hell are you anyways!"

But the two didn't receive an answer. Isaac sniffed himself, a little concerned by his state of hygiene. "Do we smell or something? I mean I took a shower this morning too."

"Nah, of course not. It's just probably some stupid kid in the woods somewhere." Erika crossed her arms. "Please, infecting a tree with a smell? Is that even possible?" She looked at the tree and stuck her tongue out "Stupid tree." And then did something that resulted in a huge shock to the both of them.

After Xander had blurted out, he decided that if he stayed quiet long enough the two would just go away. He stared down at the duo, observing carefully what was his very first sight of a real werewolf. Of course he had briefly learned about them, being that their kind took to the forests and woodlands, but he had only ever seen pictures. Obviously outdated ones too, they looked almost completely different. He guessed they just looked too human when they weren't shifted. Nothing really special about their appearance, they almost fit in as good as incubuses. Being a Fariae, Xander never really came in too much contact with humans; the species were just too different.

All Fariaes belonged to what was essentially called a 'family'. These families were not what would be normally associated as a modern family with parents and children, but were more on the scientific definition of family. The five families were Earth, Water, Light, Wind, and Spirit. Even though all Fariaes had a distinct look, sharp features and slender bodies, Fariaes tended to look like the family they belonged to. Xander was, of course, in the Earth family and he appropriately had dark green hair, honey colored eyes, and tanned skin. But staring down at the pair of werewolves, he felt a sort of resentment towards them. He bet they didn't even know about their history. The two below him looked especially young and new, which was another thing that put him off about werewolves. They could just turn anyone into a werewolf; there were no pure bloodlines anymore. All of this boiling over in Xander's mind was more than likely the reason behind what happened next, but the action itself was unforgivable in the least.

As soon as Erika's foot connected to the bark, she was about 30 feet away from where she had originally stood. Confusion filled the young werewolves.

"What the actual hell!?" Isaac turned almost fearfully to the tree.

"Whatdaya mean 'what the hell'!? She actually kicked my damn tree!" Xander stood on a branch, eyes flaming, and entire body emitting a glow.

"Holy shit!" Erika made her way back to the tree and was staring mouth open at Xander.

Isaac blinked several time and then laughed, "Who the? Who the hell are you? And 'your tree'? This is our forest Mr. Light bulb."

At that Xander scoffed. "You stupid mongrel, you don't know anything do you?"

This time Isaac didn't laugh, he was pissed. "The hell you calling a mongrel? Just who the hell do you think you are?"

"Seriously, standing in that tree acting like you're the shit!" Erika, also pissed about the amount of rudeness, joined in.

Xander laughed. They wanted to know who he thought he was? Fine then. He watched haughtily as the branched and roots obeyed his will. Just one perk of being a forest Fariae.

Isaac and Erika were surprised to say the least, when out of seemingly nowhere roots shot up from the ground and wrapped themselves around two's feet and ankles.

"What the hell is this!?" They both exclaimed (the whole night was just filled with 'what the hells') as branches from the tree reached down and secured their arms. The pair of werewolves was rendered completely helpless by plants.

As soon as the two were bound the plant stopped moving and Xander jumped from his tree, landing in front of Isaac and Erika. "Now, there is a lesson to be learned here, since you two obviously know absolutely nothing."

"You're a bit rude you know." Erika spit out at him, refusing to lose her dignity.

Xander graciously ignore the comment and continued. "Plant and trees and all the things you take advantage of are actually important. I know this would never come up in a werewolf's life, but still I guess it isn't your fault you are ignorant- "

"I suppose it's mine." A deep voice interrupted the angry Fariae.

All head whipped towards the new voice.

"Derek!" "Save us!" "He's got a plant thing!" And such phrases were heard as the silhouette came into focus, revealing the alpha. He only sighed at the pitiful sight of his two betas.

"What the hell." Derek muttered the now common phrase of the night. "Just what is going on?"

All three werewolves looked towards Xander. He stared back at them. Now that the situation really came into light for him. Xander realized that he had yet again screwed up. He had no idea of how he was going to explain himself, especially since they didn't even know of the rest of the supernatural world.

"What are you…?" The alpha's voice stirred Xander from his thoughts.

The Fariae struggled with his response. "Well, uh, um…. Would you believe….that this a ….dream?" He looked around at the three their faces clearly telling him they didn't. He thought that maybe he should just consider running away, but he could tell that the one called Derek was looking for answers and that he wouldn't just let him. Maybe there was a possibility he could even get them to help him.

"Okay, then. Well for starters, I'm a Fariae."

Isaac and Erika both burst out laughing, "Haha! I never knew a guy who called his own self that!" Isaac snickered at him.

Xander face palmed. "You idiot. I mean the species."

The two betas stopped laughing. Erika raised a skeptical eyebrow, "You're joking right?"

The three werewolves stared at Xander. Derek's eyes darkened and he stepped closer to the Fariae. "You mean to tell me that Fariaes are real?"

"How could you not know? You are in serious trouble then Mr. Alpha. There is an entire world of supernatural beings and it's on the brink of war. And just to put the cherry on top, the war is going to start right here in little Beacon Hills."

Stile lay in his bed, window open. A small breeze drifted in rustling loose papers. He opened his eyes as a shadow blocked the moonlight.

"You haven't been answering your phone."

Stiles closed his eyes again and rolled on his side. "I know."

The shadow dropped down from his window. "Stiles, you can't be like this. I know it's sudden to learn this, but I needed to tell you. The supernatural world is on the brink of war. You need to join the Clan."

Stiles slowly rose from his bed and looked at Slade. "I need to join the Clan. That's what you keep saying. That I have to convert."

Slade took off his coat and draped it across a chair. "Yes." Then he made his way over and sat on the bed next to Stiles. "We can help you and if you join us. Order will resume as it once was."

"But you keep saying all these things I don't understand. Converting, the Clan, other species, some prophecy. I'm trying to understand, but I'm not from your world and I've only ever been Stile, the werewolf's friend. That's been my title and now you're telling me that I am so much more than just that. You are saying the very thing that I've always wanted to hear. It's just that it is so hard to wrap my head around."

Slade sighed internally relieved that the situation was only this. He had feared Stiles would reject the Adonai, but it was almost completely opposite. This was definitely someone to rule the supernatural world, someone who belonged to the clan.

Slade put a hand on Stiles shoulder to direct his attention to him. "Hey, how about I take you to the prophecy. I can show you it and you can learn what it means to be the Adonai."

"Take me to it…? It's a place?" A light seemed to flicker on in Stiles's eyes. He wanted to understand this more than anything. Even though Slade had told him he was an all-powerful being, that kind of thing just wasn't too believable no matter how much he wanted it. But it was a real place; there was actual evidence that there was a prophecy.

Stiles sat up on his bed. There was this flame in the bottom of his chest that burned a little brighter when he thought about becoming this Adonai. It was a determination that filled him to be something more than he was. "Take me to it." He said. It was time Stiles became the main character.

Slade grinned. He knew that deep down Stiles was excited. "Of course, Master Adonai."

Stiles gave him a look and shook his head. "Now that's just creepy."

Slade laughed and gestured for Stiles to follow him out the house. "I brought my car."

An ecstatic 'AW YEAH!' was heard from the all-powerful, teenage Adonai.

Slade was rather amused by the mood swings Stiles had. It was something he never really seen before, but in a weird sort of way, enjoyed. Maybe this was just being a teenager. It had been some time since he was one himself.

As if on cue Stiles suddenly whipped around and faced Slade. "So like, how old are you anyway?"

Slade should have seen that one coming. "Uh, well my 136th birthday is coming soon."

Stiles just scoffed, clearly not impressed. "Uh well that's disappointing."

"Excuse me?" Slade was surprised to say the least.

Stiles just shrugged. "Well you know I just thought you'd be like a thousand or something like that."

The incubus laughed. "A thousand huh? I am still considered very young you know. Most incubuses don't even know their real age once they've lived long enough and it isn't as if we are immortal."

"Not immortal!? Seriously? Man you just can't believe the internet anymore." Stiles shook his head as though he had heard some devastating news.

"Well, if it counts for anything, you are immortal." The words were spoken quietly. Slade knew that most of what Stiles said was always partly a joke and didn't know how the once thought mortal would react.

Stiles was quiet for a while. He stared out the window his thoughts running across like the passing scenery. Immortality. It wasn't a foreign idea to him. He had dabbled in the thought of immortality, fantasies of him being no longer tied down by the fear of death. There, in those fantasies, he could be someone. There, Stiles dreamed of being the one who could save others; he dreamed of having power. But now it was all real. Stiles really did have power and he really was immortal.

"So, how come I never noticed something like this? Like, I don't know, having superior strength or something?" Stiles finally broke the silence, with an unrelated question, but Slade could deal with that. "I mean when Scott turned into a werewold he suddenly got super badass at lacrosse. I want to be badass at lacrosse."

"Well if you've always believed that you were just mortal, then your mind would have never accepted something like the Adonai's power and it still doesn't. You will obtain your power when you fully accept yourself as the Adonai. You might take my word for it now, but your brain is still living as mortal. You have to be completely and fully sound in mind, body, and soul. That is part of the reason why I am taking you to the Prophecy."

Stiles nodded head slowly in agreement letting Slade's words sink in. It was going to be tough to completely rewire his entire mind, body, and soul.