The silent delight that emanated from Derek as he slept was a comforting thing to witness. In the eight months she'd known him, not once had the crease between his brow eased, and it felt smooth as Riley ran her thumb across his forehead. She smiled softly, relaxing deeper into the bed sheets as she continued stroking the soft skin of his shoulder. Derek was at ease for a few reasons, and the number one was having Cora back. Riley had watched tearfully the morning before as Derek and Cora were reunited. The amount of aggression that Derek normally held inside had vanished at the familiar smile of his sister. The gentle grip of his arms as they wrapped around her, securing her like a tether to the small fraction of hope he had left in this town.

Derek Hale had a living relative that wasn't a raging psycho, and Riley knew the overwhelming loss he felt each day had lightened. The return of both Cora and Boyd were enough to stabilize the heartache that had settled deeper and deeper within Derek's lungs. The guilt he felt over Erica would never dwindle, though he didn't think the pain would surface as often now that the void had been somewhat filled. Meeting Cora Hale was like the warmth that came with the sun. It was an overwhelming sensation to gain joy from her presence, though her sarcasm was too advanced for being Derek's sister. She was a pleasant person when her claws weren't aimed at Riley's throat.

While the loft was full of rejoice and happiness, there was still something hidden. Something dark. Something lurking. Stiles had played detective so many times that his practice had paid off while the others had been stuck tracking down Boyd and Cora. Stiles had pieced together an unsettling murder case that had struck Beacon Hills. People were being killed, and the kid Lydia had found the night before at the pool had been a victim of a murder spree. Riley pondered the idea, trying to wrap her head around the information Stiles had figured out. He didn't call it a murder. No. Stiles called it a sacrifice. He explained how both bodies found had similar contusions. A slit throat. Strangled. And the back of their heads bashed in.

A three fold death as he had called it.

Stiles remained hush about the victims, claiming silently that one of them had been a close friend of his named Heather. She shook her head, not able to grasp why two bodies could be determined as a sacrifice. Riley felt a a finger skim across the arch of her brow. "You're over-thinking." Derek stated, easing the deep crease that had formed there. "I can tell."

"It's nothing." She assured him, her voice a small whisper. "Go back to sleep."

Derek shook his head against her palm, kissing her wrist before sitting up. "I don't think I could, even if I wanted to."

Riley nodded, a small smile framing her mouth. He'd slept soundly throughout the night, nothing but his slight snore echoing off the loft walls. She sat up then too, running a free hand through her messy hair as she remembered something she'd been wanting to ask Derek since the morning before. "When we took Boyd and Cora home from the school," she began. "You said there was a teacher. . . who was it?"

The curiosity hadn't plagued her until just recently. "Scott said it was Ms. Blake?" Derek knitted his brows together with uncertainty. He looked to Riley, seeing his own expression reflect on hers. The only difference was that her lips pulled down into a scowl. "You don't like her?" Derek half joked.

"No-I. . ." Riley stammered. "I just don't-" She shook her head as she slumped her shoulders. "She just irks me is all."

A distinguished silence hung over them, noting the tension the clung thickly in the air. "She seemed nice," Derek shrugged.

She rolled her eyes, rubbing at her eyelids viciously before agreeing. "No, she is. I just- I just don't know what to make about her."

Derek could sense the change in her facial features, noticing the frown lines crease her chin. She was holding something back as far as he knew. "You can tell me," he insisted.

He didn't push her, knowing that if whatever she was feeling needed to be shared, she'd do it on her own. Her fingers twined around her ring, nervously tugging on it as she shrugged. "I just have this feeling." Riley stated. "And it's not a good one."

"Hating teachers isn't an uncommon thing." He reminded her softly, his eyes still a bit hooded from the restful sleep. "You're probably just overwhelmed with school and all that's happened." He tried to rationalize.

"No." Riley hinted. "This is different." She shook her head again. "I've had this feeling before, Derek. . . It's not hate or anger. It's something much stronger than that."

"What?" He voiced, his eyes narrowing with impatience.

"It's like a darkness." Riley explained. "Just hearing her name makes my stomach rise into my throat. It's kind of like when I had those dreams."

"Did you have a dream about her?" Derek asked, his voice laced with concern.

"No." Riley replied. "I didn't, but the feeling. . . it's the same feeling." Just speaking about it made the chest constriction begin. Her pulse began to race. Her palms began to sweat. Her stomach twisted into un-measurable amounts of knots, grinding against one another. The friction burned her from the inside out, glancing to Derek with unsure eyes. "Its the same feeling I got about the Kanima and Peter. It's the sense of. . ." Riley struggled for the right word. "Doom." She finally voiced.

"You think the teacher is evil?" Derek asked flatly. His lips twitched, trying hard not to smile at her assumption.

"Something Stiles said a while ago has me on edge." Riley mentioned, gliding her fingers over a solid strand of hair over and over again. "Back when the Kanima attacked him at the mechanic shop, he said something along the lines of 'Seeing someone you know behind a Halloween mask'. You only recognize them by their eyes and mannerisms. . ." She paused, shaking her hair down her back. "I kind of get that feeling with her."

Derek pursed his lips, keeping silent as he scratched the back of his neck stiffly. "You don't believe me." Riley stated. "And that's fine, but you're the one who keeps telling me to trust my gift."

"You're gift is seeing the future, Riley." Derek reached a hand out to her, running it along her thigh. "Lets not get that confused with hatred."

"I don't hate her." Riley insisted. "I said I had a bad feeling about her, there's a difference." She took a moment to recollect her thoughts. "There's something off about her, Derek. I've finally started to trust my abilities, and something tells me she's bad news."

"She's harmless." Derek mumbled to himself, lying back down on his pillow.

"I'm going to have to watch her." Riley nodded. "I have to keep tabs on her."

"She's your teacher, Riley." He murmured. "You can't go snooping around her personal life."

Riley took a heavy breath, glancing back to Derek once more. "You're right." She bit at the skin around her cuticle viciously, side-eyeing Derek again and again."I can't do that. . . but you can."

"What?" He scoffed, his eyes narrowing at her harsh silhouette. "You want me to spy on the English teacher?"

"Not spy." She rolled her eyes, stretching as she stood up from the bed. "Just-do a little digging. Find out a little bit about her. Her hobbies. The inner workings of her mind. Maybe see if she's a serial killer, okay? I don't know."

Derek frowned at her, a brow raising at her demand. "You're basically asking me to date her?"

"No one said anything about dating." Riley clarified. Her expression mirrored him, sitting back down beside Derek. "I mean, it's not like I'd want you to, but. . . maybe you can kind of seduce your way into whatever she's hiding."

"You're crazy." Derek hissed, tossing on a shirt as he rolled his way out of bed. "You're unbelievably crazy."

Riley sat, still perched on the edge of the mattress as she felt a wetness glaze over her eyes. She peered up at him through her lashes, her eyes pleading. "Derek," her breathing became rough, her voice hoarse. "This feeling is painful to ignore. It's a constant ebbing that never dulls. It's always on the back of my mind, and I can't fight it anymore. You said I needed to trust my instincts, but how can I when no one else believes me? I wouldn't be asking this much of you if it weren't important." His back was to her, his mind calculating. Derek's jaw squared, tightening his muscles to ease his tension. "I can't let her slip under the radar. Not when people are already dying." She stood up, coming to stand behind him as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"I'm willing to take every precaution needed to protect the people I love." Riley murmured. "Are you?"

While it had been Riley's idea, it did however turn into a mutual agreement. Derek didn't want to have her believe in any way that he didn't trust her judgement, no matter how bat-shit crazy her accusations sounded. He'd seen the frail brunette teacher with his own eyes. He'd seen her cower away at the sight of the Betas. He believed Ms. Blake was harmless. "It's always the harmless ones." Riley had stated as she packed her clothes into her single suitcase.

He sat by himself on the edge of his bed, watching as she packed away her belongings. She'd said in order for their spying to seem believable, it would make sense that they were broken up. Especially if Derek was ordered to get closer to Jennifer Blake. He didn't like the idea, especially since that meant limited contact with Riley. She zipped up her suitcase, standing to face him once more. Her delicate hands found the rigid plane of his chest. "It's not forever." Riley reminded him. She bent down, placing a lingering kiss on his lips. "You trust me, don't you?"

Derek nodded, looking at their intertwined hands. He squeezed hers lightly. "I'm going to go to the school in the morning." He announced, standing up suddenly. "See if she's okay."

"Good." She nodded in approval. "Good plan."

"Will you be here when I come back?" He asked, turning to glance at her over his shoulder. His hands gripped his car keys tightly, hoping she'd nod.

"Probably not."


She wanted to believe that her decision was thorough, but even she knew there was a flaw brewing somewhere in the shadows of her carefully thought out plan. What if Derek was right, and her bad feeling about the teacher was simply just a heated, unpleasant feeling instead. What if there was no hidden agenda? Riley wanted to trust whatever gift she'd been given. The one that had directed her towards the Kanima and the master. The one that had lead her into seeing the flames of Derek childhood home through his own eyes. . .

What if her gift was just flawed, and made her assume the worst out of every situation?

What if it wasn't?

Riley had felt the gripping knot in her stomach the moment her eyes had landed on her. She'd felt uncomfortable in the direct stare of the English teacher because for some reason. . . they just felt so familiar. She shook her head as she knocked gently on the door. Riley looked down at her feet, her hand toying with the handle of her luggage. She let an overwhelmingly believable emotion sweep through her. She felt the haze of tears gather in her eyes when a pair of hazel ones opened the door.

Riley needed to pretend her fake emotions were real in order for her friends to assume the truth behind what she played out to be a broken heart. She faked the quiver on her lips, but didn't say anything. Stiles looked from her overfilled luggage and to her tear stricken eyes, and he understood immediately. His arms wound around her, pulling her to his chest. Nothing about her tearful expression made him assume anything but pure hurt.

Riley smiled lightly into his chest as he hugged her tighter, knowing her plan was fully capable of being thorough. She didn't even have to ask as he grabbed her suitcase, putting it at the foot of the stairs as he guided her into the kitchen. He sat with her at the counter, neither one speaking as he offered her a slice of pizza. She should have been too heart broken to eat, but they weren't really broken up, so she helped herself to two slices.

Maybe Stiles would pin her as an emotional eater.

The front door opened then, and the sound of footsteps echoing down the hall alerted Riley to the Sheriffs arrival. "Stiles?" He called.

"In here!" He called back, shoveling a third piece in between his hungry lips.

"Why is there a suitcase downstairs?" He asked, his eyes widening as he stepped into the kitchen. He noticed Riley sitting cross legged on the high-top chairs, her eyes red and saddened with fake sorrow. "Riley." John nodded towards her. He looked to his son, and back to her. "What's going on?"

"Dad-uh," Stiles looked to Riley apologetically, standing up to face his father. "Riley-uh, kind of has no where to stay, so I-uh. . . was hoping we could let her stay here."

John's jaw squared, his eyes shutting. Their voices were in a hushed whisper, undetectable to Riley's ears. "What happened with her apartment?"

"She moved out of there a little while ago." Stiles noted honestly. "She's been staying with Derek."

"Derek Hale?" John hissed, glancing to Riley apologetically at his small outburst. Stiles put a finger to his lips, trying to be sensitive.

"Yes, dad. The Derek Hale. She was living with him and they broke up." He gave his father a stern and hopeful look. "Listen, just let her stay here for a little while until she gets back on her feet. Please?"

John sighed, rubbing his jaw from the days exhaustion. He hadn't planned to come home to this kind of pressure. He nodded slightly to Stiles, looking to Riley once more with hopeful eyes. He'd always liked her, and what kind of person would he be to make her go somewhere else.

Stiles grinned, turning to give Riley a thumbs up.

"I can help pay for things." Riley assured John, but he was quick to shake his head.

"I appreciate the offer, but that's okay." He shrugged out of his jacket, grabbing a warm slice of pizza as he sat down in front of her. "You're a kid, you don't have to worry about living expenses here."

"Thank you." Riley nodded, her eyes appreciative. "I'll make this up to you."

"No need for that." John mumbled behind a mouthful of piping hot cheese. "The guest room is across the hall from Stiles." His eyes became stern then, his lips pursing. "Now listen here, I don't want any funny business."

"Dad!" Stiles whined, covering his face with embarrassed hands.


It was a strange thing to fall asleep in a room unfamiliar, yet Riley somehow found comfort in the blank, blue walls and the cushioned mattress that adorned her wrought iron bed frame. She slept quite dreamlessly, except for the crushing pressure of uncertainty that weighed her down each and every night. She was aware something wasn't right, and that feeling had followed her while she slept. Riley rolled to her side, the morning light ebbing it's way inside the parted white curtains. Her spine tingled with an unfamiliar sensation. The feeling of someone lurking. The feeling of someone watching.

Her eyes squinted open, a silhouette hovering above her. She could make out the quilted pattern of a pillow clutched in the strong hands of her best friend. Thwack. Stiles rose the pillow high above his head, slamming it down until it connected with Riley's cheek. "Wake up!" He chimed, his perky attitude already wearing Riley thin. "Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!"

Riley fumed, grasping the pillow beneath her head as she chucked it at him, throwing him off guard as he fell into the wall behind him. "Five more minutes." She groaned, rolling back to her other side.

"Nuh-huh!" Stiles tisked, ripping the comforter away from her body. She whined at the loss, her hands covering her eyes in un-amusement. "We have cross-country training." He reminded her, his knees bouncing on her bed. "Wake up!"

She silently rethought if living with him was the best idea. She groaned, sitting up as she smacked his shoulder. "If you're going to do this each morning I will murder you." She warned, and Stiles grinned at her threat.

"I've always wondered what it was like to have a sister." Stiles piped, heading for the hallway. "Excuse me while I enjoy it!"

Riley dressed in a pair of thick-winter leggings, throwing on her hoodie as she packed her school clothes in her duffel bag. Stiles had failed to mention when he begged her to join the cross-country team, that training was at six in the morning. She joined Stiles in the kitchen, lazily taking a seat at the counter as she combed her hair with her fingers. Sheriff Stilinski had already left for the morning, taking on his duty to protect the town.

Stiles placed an ego waffle down in front of Riley, taking a seat opposite of her as he spread a glob of peanut butter over his breakfast. "So," He began, swallowing the lodge in his throat. "After you went to sleep last night, Scott called me." Riley rose a brow to his notation, soaking up the puddle of syrup on her plate. "He was at work last night when one of his customers went missing."

"Missing?" Riley sighed. Her pink lips turning down at the corner. "You think it's another sacrifice?"

"Not just any sacrifice." Stiles hummed around another mouthful. "A human-virgin sacrifice." He shook his head, nibbling on the end of his fork. "All of them so far were virgins. I just don't understand why the Alpha's are doing this."

"What if it's not the Alpha's?" Riley suggested, unscrewing the cap off her bottle of water. "What if this has nothing to do with them?"

"Who else is going around ripping throats out?" Stiles hissed. "Sorry, I meant slitting throats."

"That's not very werewolf like." Riley pointed out. "Unless they're trying to be poetic or some shit?"

"My bet is still on the Alpha's."


The morning was brisk and bright, the air crisp and clean as she followed the cross-country team out to the trail behind the school. She walked alone, still clearly able to hear Stiles' early morning laughter a few feet behind. She stopped at the trail, stretching her legs as everyone else readied themselves for the two-mile run. She reached her palms to the floor, allowing her muscles to give in. Isaac stopped beside her, bending down to tie his shoes. He smirked at her. "Morning." His teeth peaked behind his thin lips.

"Hey," Riley stood up, stretching her hips as the prepared themselves in silence. As far as Isaac was aware, Riley and Derek had broken up, and as much as he hated having her be a distraction to his Alpha, he missed her living with him already. She could sense the tension as Isaac suddenly went rigid, his body still bent to his feet as his hands gripped his shoe laces violently. Two bodies passed by Riley on either side. Two twin boys she'd recognised from passing in the halls on occasion. They continued walking by, their solid bodies stepping in synchronization as they headed for the front of the start line.

Riley's brows furrowed as a deep rumble barely sounded from Isaac's lips as he stood up. She gripped his wrist, stopping him as he took a step forward. "Isaac?" Riley tried to draw him back to her. "Isaac, what's wrong?"

His eyes narrowed in their direction, his features twisted into an accusing scowl. "It's them." He snarled, breaking his connection with her. "They are the ones who chased me and the girl the night I found Boyd and Erica."

"The Alpha pack-?" She couldn't finish her sentence, the blaring echo of the coaches whistle whining as the students began their run. She could see the twins tack off in a dead sprint at the head of the group. Isaac took off after them, leaving Riley no reaction time as her eyes desperately searched for Scott. He'd seen the confrontation, nodding his head as he took off after the raging Beta.

She followed after, her legs pressing her further and faster into the autumn leaves as she tried to catch up. Stiles caught pace with her, his eyes questioning as Riley tried to keep Scott's form in her sight. "The twins." Riley heaved between rugged breaths, her dead sprint still rubbing her legs raw. "The twins are Alpha's."

She didn't have to look at Stiles to see the part in his lips and the furrow of his brow. His pace slowed, stopping suddenly as the passing kids continued running. Riley stopped, frustrated that she'd lost Scott in the flurry of racing teenagers. "They're the ones killing people." Stiles squared his jaw, his breaths slowing as he looked to Riley. "But they aren't alone." He noted. "Derek said there's a whole pack of them."

"We have to find them," Riley nodded in agreement. "Before they find us."

Riley craned her neck when a sudden scream bounded off the tree tops. Her joints froze in the chilly air, her gaze falling to Stiles as the sound of commotion rumbled just ahead. They started off in a dead sprint again and Riley prayed that Isaac hadn't gotten to the twins. A crowd had formed of the other runners, pushing their way forward as they came to face a tree. Riley felt the bile rise in her throat, turning her cheek into her own shoulder as she looked away.

A body was perched at the bottom, held up by a thin cord wrapped around the neck. The dried blood from the slit throat seeped down into the boys thin cotton shirt. "Another sacrifice." She heard herself whisper.

She saw the twins come up over the trail, pausing to look at the body displayed for everyone to see. She felt sick at the thought of them admiring their handy work. Scott and Isaac joined her and Stiles, still in one piece as they frowned at the body before them. "That's him, isn't it?" Stiles asked, looking to Scott.

"Get out of the way!" A voice yelled and Riley recognized it as Sheriff Stilinski. "Get back! Get this area cordoned off before they trample every piece of evidence!" He demanded as his following deputies tried to dismantle the chaos.

Stiles went after his father, reminding him that this new death was exactly like the others that had formed within the past week. "You heard the man!" Coach Finstock whistled. "Nothing to see here! Get back to school! He was probably just a homeless kid." He tried to defend.

"Coach," Scott murmured. "He was a Senior. His name was Kyle."

The coach frowned, sighing into his palm as he turned back to the kids. "He wasn't on the team, was he?" He pressed, flinching as he looked back to the strangled face of the teenage boy. He didn't recognize him, but then again the Coach wasn't very attentive.

Riley felt her stomach drop when a cry sounded from a petite blonde as she stormed onto the crime scene. "Kyle!" She cried, her eyes full of tears as she looked on at the mangled body of her boyfriend. "Oh, God!"

Riley turned away then, putting a hand on Isaac as they began to follow the trail back up the hill. She swallowed the grievance in her throat, biting her lip. "Did anyone else notice the way the twins looked at the body?"

"Like they had no idea what happened." Scott noted.

"No," Isaac growled. "They knew."

"The kid was strangled with a garrote," Stiles reminded them. "Am I the only one seeing the lack of werewolf-atude in these murders?

"It can't be a coincidence that people start dying when they suddenly show up." Riley breathed, still trying to keep her breakfast down. She closed her eyes but all she could see was blood. She took a hallow breath and all she could smell was blood.

"I'm starting to believe it's not them." Stiles admitted. "What do you think, Scott?"

"I don't know yet." Scott shrugged, oddly silent about the whole situation.

"You don't know yet?" Stiles argued.

"Riley has a point." Scott noted, pursing his lips. "This can't be a coincidence, but seriously dude? Human sacrifices?" Scott rose a questioning brow.

"Scott," Stiles pressed. "Your eyes turn into yellow glow sticks, okay? And hair literally grows out of your cheeks and if I were to stab you right now, you'd magically heal. But you're telling me you have a hard time grasping human sacrifices?" He ranted.

Scott looked to Riley, shrugging lightly. "He's got a point too."

"I don't care what you think." Isaac interrupted. "The twins killed that kid and they killed the girl who saved me." He jaw snapped, his nostrils flaring. "And I'm going to kill them too."

Riley watched as Isaac stormed off, his words bounding off the hallow void in her chest. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to ease away the knot that crippled her from the inside out. "You okay?" Scott asked.

Riley shook her head, her skin prickling with the bad feeling that cradled her. "No," she dug her sneaker into the forest floor. "I have a feeling this is just the beginning."


The gut wrenching guilt twining itself in her chest made it hard to focus. It made it nearly unbearable to breath as she leaned against her locker in a tired haze. She let her eyes close, imagining that what she had witnessed this morning had somehow just been a dream. She felt the quiver of the locker next to her as Stiles put away his remaining text book. A deep sigh rumbled in his chest as a look of confusion crossed over his features. He looked distraught, tired and to be honest quite terrified.

"That didn't turn out as well as I hoped." He managed to say, crossing his arms over his chest as Riley stood up straight. A questioning brow rose over her tired eye lids. "You know what I said about the sacrifices being virgins?" Riley nodded before he could even finish his sentence. "I had to find out if that kid-Kyle was and. . ." He shook his head at the reminder of Kyle's girlfriend slapping him for being so insensitive. "He wasn't."

"But he had a three fold death." Riley acknowledged. Stiles nodded, heading down the hall as Riley followed beside him. "It has to be connected somehow."

"I get that." Stiles murmured. He paused in front of a locker suddenly. A bouquet of flowers, candles and photographs as a memorial for the recently sacrificed Senior. "I need to find the connection. And soon, before someone else is murdered."

A hand reach out in front of Riley, the nimble fingers pinning a card to the frame of Kyle's locker. Riley looked up at the face, the brown eyes sad and unsure as he let a moment of peace wash over him. "You knew him, Boyd?" She hadn't seen the Beta since the morning he'd tried to kill her, but she held no hatred towards the werewolf. Boyd looked down in sadness, his squared jaw quivering lightly. He nodded once, his own thoughts a growing burden and he struggled to maintain composure of everything he'd endured the past few months.

"I didn't know you were back at school?" Stiles murmured, appreciating the boys return.

"I would have told you," Boyd shrugged. "But were not actually friends." Stiles pursed his lips, scratching the back of his neck as Boyd looked back to Riley. "Kyle and I were in Junior ROTC together."

"So you two were friends?" Stiles pressed, hoping maybe Boyd could answer a few questions about Kyle, hoping to help him understand why the Senior was targeted as a sacrifice.

"I only had one friend." Boyd frowned. "She's dead too."

He turned away then, heading back down the hall with slumped shoulders. Riley watched his retreating form with saddened eyes, biting the inside of her cheek in distress. "We need to find the pattern." Riley reminded him suddenly.

"I'm on it." He noted. "My only option is to ask the person who seems to always have the answers." He gripped his car keys from his pocket, fidgeting with them lightly. "Deaton."


The progression of the day seemed to get worse as Riley approached Scott and Isaac just before their English class. The boys seemed on edge, their lips pursed in anger and vengeance. "Whats wrong?" Riley asked with caution.

"The twins." Isaac sneered, his eyebrows curved into a vicious angle. "They're getting on my last nerve."

"Both of ours." Scott added. "They locked Isaac and Allison in a supply closet." He began ticking off his fingers. "Got Isaac lunch detention and now they're going after Lydia."

Riley bit her lip at the list of things the Alphas had done in just a few short hours. "Are you going to do something about it?" Riley asked, raising a brow to the two boys.

"Already on it." Scott smirked, turning once a familiar brunette approached them. Allison's smirk mirrored his, her wrist twirling in the air as she wielded a wrench.

"Game time." She smiled excitedly.

She didn't go with them as they stalked out the doors to the parking lot, but she already knew the plan. She went to sixth hour in preparation. She sat at the teachers desk, her own nerves wracking through her as the twins took a seat at the back of the classroom. Their eyes acknowledged her, knowing she wasn't a real threat, but her participation with Scott and Isaac marked her as an enemy. She ignored the pang in her chest as Ms. Blake entered the classroom. She smiled sweetly and innocently in Riley's direction, and the bad feeling that lurked within the curve of her lips made Riley twitch in distaste.

Scott entered the classroom then, his expression void of anything that would give away the plan. He sat beside the Alpha's, turning in his chair as he grinned wildly. Riley took note of Allison seated not too far from him, the seat where Isaac usually sat became vacant. Scott shuffled into his bag, pulling out a sliver of metal as he layed it on his desk. "That looks pretty important." Scott said bravely, gaining the attention of the twins. He pulled out another detached part from the twins motorcycles, twirling it between his fingers. "I don't even know what this does?" He smirked.

Riley watched the confused expressions of the twins until it dawned on them. Their precious motorcycles had been tampered with. One of them shot up from their desk, heading for the hallway in a heated tantrum. "Aiden, don't!" His brother insisted.

Scott smiled to Riley, his eyes glimmering with relief that came with revenge. Riley smiled then too when the sudden sound of a motor running echoed off the metal lockers in the hallway just outside. Ms. Blake frowned, watching as the second twin rose from his seat. "Ethan class has started." She warned, and narrowed her eyes when he rushed past her.

Blake followed him out as Riley rose to her feet. She met with Scott and Allison as the entire class filed outside of the classroom to investigate the commotion. The sleek black motorcycle sat in the hallway as Aiden protectively held it steady. Isaac had gotten his revenge and it sure tasted sweet.

He'd rode the bike into the school, knowing Aiden would be blamed for it. "You realize this will result in a suspension?" Ms. Blake growled at the boy.

The class filed back inside as the teacher escorted Aiden to the Principles office. Riley took her seat again, pleased with the outcome of the Alpha. She pulled out her math homework, deciding to get a head start on it. She chewed on the end of her pencil as minutes past by, her foot bouncing nervously against the tile floor. She kept her eyes down as Scott and Allison spoke quietly in the back of the classroom. The students chatter buzzing loudly like a beehive, making it almost unbearable to concentrate.

The sudden ring of her phone beside her made her flinch, a deep breath forming on her lips as she squinted at the name on the caller ID. "Hey, Lydia." Riley held a hand to her ear in hopes of enhancing her hearing. Lydia's voice was hoarse, nearly a whisper as she spoke from the other end.

"I need your help."

She didn't expect it to be so easy to slip away from the confines of the buzzing classroom, but she managed. The concerned tone in Lydia's voice made her legs push faster as she headed for the music room. What was she doing there in the first place? The room was otherwise empty, save for the red head who stood frozen in a state of panic. "Lydia?" Riley sighed, going to stand beside her friend. "Lydia, what's wrong?"

"He's gone." She whispered, her eyes tear stricken.

"Gone?" Riley questioned, grasping onto her quivering shoulders. "Whose gone?"

"The teacher." Lydia gulped. "He's missing."

Lydia broke free from Riley's grasp, heading for the piano in the corner of the room. She grabbed a lone cell phone from the chair. "This." Lydia shoved the phone towards Riley. "Listen to this."

A screen popped up as a video recording began to load. Riley pressed the play button, holding the phone to her ear.

"Recording piano part three." The music teacher had voiced. A melody began to play. Delicate and sweet as it hummed in Riley's ear. She listened to it for a few minutes, not understanding how this seemed to conclude the teacher was missing. She was about to protest to Lydia when a sudden shuffle sounded from the phone. A gasp rang clear through the speaker and the piano keys viciously echoed as if his hands had grabbed onto the keys for security.

"Stiles is on his way." Lydia frowned, grabbing the phone from Riley's frozen hands. She looked to her, accusing and unsure as Lydia rubbed at the back of her neck. "I don't know how I found this or. . ." She paused momentarily. "How I even found my way in here but this can't be a coincidence." Lydia tried to defend herself.

"I believe you." Riley assured her. "But you have no idea how you got here?"

"No." Lydia shook her head. She took a steady breath as she sat down on the piano bench. "When I found that dead body a few nights back. . ." She looked up to Riley with a slew of fresh tears. "I had no idea how I ended up at the pool. It's like something was guiding me, but I don't know what. This was exactly like that."

Riley put a comforting hand on her shoulder, wondering if maybe the lasting effects of resurrecting Peter were still happening. She didn't turn her back when she heard Stiles arrive with Deaton hot on his heels. Lydia played the same recording for them, and their own unsure questions lingered silently. "Can I get a copy of this?" Deaton asked Lydia, who nodded in response. Stiles was frantic as he searched the room for any clues or evidence.

"Hey, Doc!" Stiles called. "Any help would be, you know, helpful."

Deaton shook his head, his finger tapping his chin as he stood there deep in thought. Riley headed for the teachers desk, opening cabinets as she searched through paperwork and files. She pulled a picture frame out from the bottom of the drawer, and Deaton peaked at it from over her shoulder. "If these are truly sacrifices," Deaton mentioned. "Then each groupings of three would have it's own purpose. It's own type of power." He began to pace. "Virgins, healers, philosophers, warriors-"

"Wait?" Riley interrupted him. "Could a warrior be like a soldier?"

"Absolutely." Deaton nodded.

Riley looked to Stiles, her mind racing as she pieced together the new information. "Kyle-the kid that was sacrificed earlier was in ROTC with Boyd."

"That's gotta be it." Stiles agreed. "That's the pattern."

"If that's true than is Boyd a target?" Riley asked, her eyes widening in fear.

"Possibly." Deaton nodded. "Someone should try to get him on the phone."

Riley nodded, fumbling with her own cell as she desperately tried to get a hold of the Beta. Her heart pounded with the realization that they just got him back home and safe, and he could possibly go missing again. "Lydia?" Stiles asked, his brows furrowing as she frowned at her hands. "Is something wrong?"

"No." She responded. "But I just remembered someone else with military connections." Riley hung up the phone when it went to voicemail three times. She became frustrated as she listened to Lydia's frantic voice. "Mr. Harris."

Riley was barely able to keep up with Lydia's long strides as they hurriedly made their way to the Chemistry teachers class room. Lydia was on a mission, and she felt as if she somehow already knew the outcome of what they would find.

How she knew that, she couldn't tell you.

"He's gone." Stiles breathed as he heaved open the classroom door. "Search for anything that could help." He stated.

Riley nodded, heading for the front of the room. Her eyes carefully scanned each and every square foot of the tile floor, looking for anything that could be used to find out where the teacher had gone. "This is just one of many possibilities." Deaton voiced. "He could have simply left for the day."

"I doubt he'd leave without this." Stiles held up the teachers briefcase. It had still been nestled between the wood desk and the chair.

Riley came to stand beside Stiles, narrowing down at the table before her. He'd left some partially graded tests in the center, his red grading pen still sat with the cap off. Her fingers skimmed the stark white paper, her brow furrowing in confusion.

"What is it?" Lydia asked, peaking over her shoulder.

"This test," Riley shook her head. She picked it up, showing it to everyone else. "Harris graded it R?"

"This ones an H." Stiles noted, picking up the test below the first one.

Deaton hands displayed the tests across the desk, his lips pursing. "Stiles, remember how I told you the Gaelic word for Druid is Wise Oak?" Stiles nodded to him. "It is sometimes said that if a Wise Oak went down the wrong path, it would be considered a Dark Oak." He pointed to each individual grade written across the tests, the letters forming out a word. "The Gaelic word for Dark Oak is D-A-R-A-C-H."

"Darach?" Riley breathed, her mind a jumbled mess. "So is that the person killing people? Did they take Mr. Harris?"

"I'm afraid so." Deaton nodded, his answer aimed at both questions.


Riley stood above a hot stove. The steam encouraging the small beads of sweat to collect in the corners of her temples. She wanted to thank Stiles and his father for allowing her to live there, and she was doing so by making them a homemade meal. It was something Stiles hadn't had in a while. Ever since his mother had passed away the microwave had become his best friend. Riley dipped her spoon into the pasta sauce, satisfied with the flavoring as she pulled out three plates to set the table. Stiles sat at the counter, twirling aimlessly in his seat.

"So if a Druid," Riley pulled out the garlic bread from the oven. "Is an Emissary, than the Darach had to have been one for a pack, right?"

"Yeah," Stiles nodded. "But what pack? What happened that made it turn evil?" He tapped his fork against the counter, deep in thought as Riley continued prepping their dinner. "Why would it need to sacrifice Virgins and Warriors?"

"Smells good." Sheriff Stilinski murmured, his mouth salivating at the mere sight of marinated meatballs. Stiles pursed his lips, giving Riley a slight nod, knowing they'd finish this conversation when they were alone again.

"I hope you guys like spaghetti." Riley smiled at John, prepping his plate with pasta and sauce. She threw in an extra meatball as a slight hint of appreciation.

John didn't waste anytime as he dug in, and Riley smiled happily as she set Stiles' plate down before him. Their humming of approval sounded in her ears, clashing with the vicious sounds of their forks scraping against their plates. It had been a long time since she'd cooked for anyone but herself. She made a plate for her, sitting across from John and Stiles.

"So," Riley sighed, trying to make small talk. "Have you guys gotten any leads on Mr. Harris and the music teacher?"

John held up a finger as he chewed, he shook his head as a small frown lit his lips. "We didn't find them, but. . ." Riley twirled her spaghetti aimlessly on her fork, leaning closer as she waited for him to continue. "Remember that girl in the woods? Caitlyn?" Stiles and Riley nodded to one another, looking back to John. Caitlyn had been the girl camping when they had stopped Cora from tearing her to shreds. "We uh-We found her girlfriend."

"Wait-was she-" John nodded before Stiles could ask.

"Throat slashed, choked with a garotte, head bashed in." John murmured. Riley sighed, suddenly becoming sick as she looked at the plate in front of her. The boys continued eating, and she realized with sadness that them discussing things like this were so normal for them these days. The doorbell rang suddenly, and John assured them he'd answer it.

Stiles leaned close to Riley, not wanting his father to hear. "Caitlyn's girlfriend was a virgin." He noted. "That makes three."

"Didn't Deaton say each grouping of three served it's own purpose?" Riley asked. Stiles nodded when John came back into the dining room.

"Riley," he murmured. "It's-uh, it's for you."

She furrowed her brow at him as he sat back down. "Who is it?" She crumpled her napkin from her lap in her hand as she stood up. John shrugged, biting into the remains of his garlic bread. Riley headed for the front door, her own curiosity ebbing her forward. She approached slowly, just in case. John had left the door wide open, and all she could see were the lean legs of someone standing just before the thresh-hold of the house.

Her eyes narrowed at the tanned skin, skimming the length of the firm and feminine body. They zeroed in on the squared jaw, her brown hair hanging just below her collar bone. The pout lips were familiar, just like the bridge of the nose that lead to a pair of cold hazel eyes. Riley couldn't help herself as she threw herself at the figure. Her arms wound around the soft toned waist. The girl didn't budge, nor did she return the gesture. "I can't believe you're here!" Riley sighed, pulling away. She became confused at the shielded features the woman before her held. "Where the hell have you been?"

She hadn't seen her sister in years, and her lips trembled at seeing her standing before her so unexpectedly. Her sister didn't answer at first, her own eyes raking in Riley as well. She'd missed her too, but that wasn't why she was here. "What were you doing in Derek Hale's loft?" She spoke, her voice not like Riley had remembered it to be. It was harsh, cold and demanding.

A small scoff bubbled in Riley's throat. She could feel the tears that had gathered in surprised and happiness begin to fade as she rose an unsure brow. "Wha-what?" Riley stuttered.

Her sister crossed her arms over her chest, impatient as she began to tap her foot. "I'm here to advise you to steer clear of him." She wasn't here for the pleasantries of seeing Riley, no matter how much she had missed her.

Riley gulped back the bile that had risen in her throat. How had her sister known Derek? She ignored her advisement, raising an unsure palm. "How-how did you find me here?" She watched as her sister shook her head lightly, taking a deep breath as she began to back away. She couldn't stay here. She couldn't let herself become attached. "Wait!" Riley called as her sister began to retreat. She followed her form down to the sidewalk, pleading with her. "Wait! Stop!" She caught up with her, her hand grasping her sisters wrist. "You're just going to leave? All this time away and you're just going to leave again?"

Her sister frowned, her features hidden in the darkness of the night sky. "I'll be in town for a while." She assured Riley, turning her back as she continued down the darkened path. Riley scowled at her retreating form. Anger and sadness bubbling inside at the thought of her sister's unrecognizable attitude. She wiped away the few tears that threatened to spill, heading back into the house with uncertain feelings.

John washed his dish in the sink, by-passing Riley as he kissed her forehead. "Thanks for dinner, kiddo."

Riley nodded, still frowning as she went to dump her own unfinished dinner. Stiles could see the tension in her shoulders. He could read the sadness in her eyes. "What's wrong?" He asked, leaning against the counter beside her as she washed her dish. "Who was that?"

"My sister." Riley frowned.

"Your sister?" Stiles' brows rose. A smile teched across his lips slowly. "Good! That's great!" Riley shook her head at him. "Wh-why do I get the feeling this isn't good news?"

Riley rinsed her hands, turning to face him. "Something she said. I-I need. . ." She took a deep breath as she looked up to her best friend. "I need to see Derek."

"Derek?" Stiles sighed. "The guy you just broke up with? I don't think that's a good idea."

Were not broken up, Riley thought. She rolled her shoulders, her eyes pleading. "This is important." She noted, a strong sense of need forming in her eyes. Stiles could sense the urgency in her tone. He groaned, digging in his pockets as he handed a set of keys to her.

"Take the Jeep." He offered. "If anything happens, you call me." He thought of Riley as his sister, and he'd be damned if she came to him crying like she had the other night.


It felt odd for her to make her way up the fifteen flight of stairs. She hadn't been here in a few days, but the anticipation of seeing him rose something strange inside Riley. She approached the door to the loft, her ears straining at the sound of voices. "That was stupid of you." Derek's voice was low and angry.

"I didn't ask for your opinion." A hard voice hissed back.

Riley slowly pulled back the sliding door, her eyes finding Derek hunched over on his bed. His head turned to her, his expression heavy and painful. He didn't say anything as Riley walked inside sheepishly, her eyes finding Cora's as she kneeled to the ground, her hand viciously scrubbing the cement floor below her. A dark crimson stain puddled below Cora's towel. "What the fuck happened?" Riley growled, her feet picking up pace as she went to stand before the siblings. Her eyes roamed Derek's bare chest, a cloth held to his torso in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

"The Alpha pack found us." Derek winced. Riley let her hand skim his shoulder blade, finding a second wound just opposite of his chest wound to his back. He'd been impaled.

"What did they want?" Riley gulped, her hands tenderly caressing his skin. She didn't care if they were suppose to act broken up, because the person she cared for sat in visible pain.

"They want him to join their pack." Cora voiced, still trying to clean up her own brothers blood. "They want him to kill his own and join them."

Derek frowned as Riley ran her finger along his eyebrow gently. "I wont do it." Derek felt like he needed to assure her. "But I can't risk anyone else getting hurt." His eyes were painful and pure as he looked to Riley. "You and Isaac are definite targets and I can't let anything happen." He winced again as he shifted his weight onto the bed. "Especially Isaac." He sighed. "I can't let him live here now that the Alpha's know where we are. They hurt him once. . . I can't let them hurt him again."

Riley nodded in understanding. Cora tossed her a clean warm wash cloth as she held it closely to Derek's back wound. "How'd it happen?" She wondered, scowling at the wound that had pierced straight through from his back to his stomach.

"The crazy bitch of the pack." Cora hissed. "I swear I'll kill her." She vowed.

"You think you can take on Kali?" Derek scoffed. "She's just as strong as Ennis."

Riley flinched at the name. Ennis had been the one to attack her just a month before. She bit her lip as she continued cleaning the wound, encouraging it to heal faster. She frowned suddenly, her hand freezing as she leaned forward to look at Derek's face. "Kali?" She breathed, and Derek nodded.

"She's the sadistic one of the pack." Derek's head was leaned forward, still distraught over how he was going to protect the people around him. He side glanced Riley, watching as her eyes narrowed in confusion and uncertainty. "What?" He begged. She bit her lip, shaking her head as she tried to connect the dots. She was unable to answer him, but everything now seemed to make sense.

She now understood why her sister, Kali, was in town.


AN: IS ANYONE ELSE SHOCKED?

Did anyone else theorize that Kali was Riley's sister? I've had that planned since before I even started making this fic! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! As always, I appreciate all reviews and comments. I got a question a few days ago that I'd also like to address. Someone asked if when Ennis attacked Riley, did he sexually assualt her in any way? The answer is no. He simply left his scent and bruises so that Derek would know that it was him. It was a message to him that he was willing to hurt and kill whoever he needed to get back at him.

Riley sure does have a target on her back. . . and that target with only seem to grow!

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