Authors Note: This was supposed to be part 2 of the last chapter but then this kind of ended up also being a cliffhanger so my bad. haha I still hope you read and enjoy. I know I've gotten a lot more readers lately so welcome. Thanks for giving my random story a chance and I'll be doing some revisions to this story in the near future. Until then, enjoy!

[Scott's POV]

Stiles and I took off into Lydia's house and saw Danny standing at the bathroom.

"Come on Maggie, open up!" Danny shouted.

"What's going on?" Stiles asked out of breath.

"I don't know. She started freaking out like she was going to climb over me to get away from whatever it is she was looking at and then she bolted for the bathroom." Danny explained. I could hear her heartbeat going a mile a minute through the door.

"I think we can take it from here. How about you find Lydia and ask her for a key so we don't have to break the door down." I asked and Danny nodded before running off in search of Maggie.

"Maggie it's going to be okay. Just open the door." Stiles kept his head to the door and Maggie was crying.

"Go away! Please just go away." She pleaded and I could almost smell her fear radiating off of her.

"Whatever you saw, it wasn't real. Something's going on, everyone is seeing things so whatever or whoever you saw, I swear to God it wasn't real." I tried to convince her through the door but she started groaning.

"What the hell is going on? What's happening?" Stiles asked hearing her hit the floor of the bathroom.

"Scott...it's happening. I don't know how to stop it." Maggie was changing in a full house party at Lydia's and I had no freaking clue what to do.

"She's changing. MAGGIE! Open the door!" I yelled trying not to make other people come and see what was going on.

"Where the hell is Danny with the key?!" Stiles grew impatient before running off and screaming out for Lydia.

"I don't want to be a monster." Maggie whispered but I heard it.

"Maggie, you listen to me okay? You're not a monster. You could never be a monster. What you're feeling right now, that's the moon trying to let the wolf out but you've got to concentrate. Focus on the pain in your stomach." I tried to talk her through it but I could hear her crying.

"It seemed so real...he seemed so real." I laid my hand against the door and rested my ear against it knowing I could hear her anyway but wanted to be closer to her and help her through it.

"Whoever you saw I promise you it wasn't real Maggie." I could hear her struggling to breathe and cry at the same time and I hated that I couldn't just bust the door down and hold her.

"It was Peter. He was...it was my fault. He said it was all my fault and I couldn't save you...any of you." She cried and started to gasp for air like she was having a panic attack.

"Peter is dead! He's never coming back Maggie. He can't hurt you anymore. Please open the door." I hit the door with my palm.

"My eyes! I can't control it Scott. You have to stay away from me. Keep Stiles away from me! I don't want him to see me like this. I don't want to hurt him." Maggie was freaking out just as Stiles ran back.

"Lydia is missing and Danny said Allison took off too. I don't know what the hell is going on but everyone is acting crazy." Stiles breathed just before it sounded like glass breaking in the bathroom.

"MAGGIE!" Stiles yelled and I decided getting to Maggie was more important than a stupid door. I thrusted my shoulder into the door and it busted in hitting the wall. Stiles ran in behind me only to see that the window was open and there was no sign of Maggie. He stuck his head out the window and called her name but I was stuck on the fist print in the middle of the mirror that Maggie had splintered.

"What the hell is happening to her man?" Stiles asked now looking at the mirror and seeing traces of blood in the glass.

"She doesn't want to become the monster that made her." I said honestly knowing that if Maggie saw Peter in the daze we were all suffering from, that she was probably on the verge of a breakdown.

"You mean Peter? Why would she think-" I looked over at Stiles sternly.

"That is who she saw. Her worst nightmare isn't just Peter...it's becoming Peter." I explained as we ran back out to the party. Everyone seemed to be losing it, not just us.

"Anyone who drank that crap is freaking out." Stiles said as people started jumping into the pool.

"Yeah I can see that Stiles." I looked over and noticed a kid making out with a shrub and Stiles jumped away from him like he might catch whatever was wrong with him.

"What the hell do we do?" Stiles asked.

"I have no idea but-" I was distracted by someone screaming that they couldn't swim as two guys carried them towards the pool.

"NO NO NO I CAN'T SWIM! I CAN'T SWIM!" It was Matt. He was launched into the water and immediately started struggling.

"He can't swim..." I said out loud to myself connecting the dots. Jackson was captain of the swim team but the person controlling the Kanima hated the water. Suddenly Matt was being pulled out of the water by Jackson. himself. Matt got to his feet quickly as the party went completely silent. He cut his eyes at everyone standing around gawking.

"What are you looking at?!" He spat soaked to the bone. He took a few steps forward and looked directly at Stiles and I. His face changed instantly to a glare. He knew that we knew. He had to and yet he walked right between us like he couldn't careless. Sirens started whirling in the distance and people started to bumrush the exits.

"Scott...we've gotta find Maggie." Stiles hit my arm and we both ran out front. Stiles ran towards the jeep but I stopped trying to pick Matt's scent out from all the other people still running around.

"Scott...come on!" Stiles rushed me but that's when I saw him. He was standing in the middle of the street, people running in every direction and the Kanima was wrapped around his leg, protecting him as he fumed. I knew my eyes were wide in disbelief but there he was for anyone to see. Stiles ran over and gripped my shoulder.

"Dude we gotta go!" I barely blinked at Stiles and Matt had disappeared right before my eyes.

"Matt knows we know. We can't go looking for Maggie. We have to tell your dad." Stiles shook his head.

"Scott, she's out there, alone, poisoned and freaking out. We can't just leave her." Stiles threw his arms out.

"If she's turning, we can't be around her anyway. Deaton's only vaguely told me just how powerful she is. She could hurt us and that would kill her. We have to tell your dad so he can arrest Matt before he kills anyone else." I explained seeing how Stiles was struggling with the idea.

"I don't like it...but you're right. But we need to keep trying to call her cell." Stiles said rushing off towards the jeep. I pulled out my phone and started trying to call Maggie repeatedly.

[Maggie's POV]

I ran as hard as I could. The pains in my chest were almost crippling as I continued to push my legs away from people I could potentially hurt. It's like someone jump started my heart and set it on fire simultaneously. I could hear my phone going off in my pocket but I didn't bother answering it. I knew it was the boys but I couldn't have them seeing me right now, not like this.

I caught sight of the animal clinic and I fell into the dumpster breathing heavily.

"Maggie?" Deaton was standing at the backdoor curiously.

"I...I can't...I can't." I was beyond freaking out and he helped me inside.

"Maggie you have to calm yourself." Deaton said as I fell into the metal table.

"I can't. Something's wrong. It's gotta be the moon." I tried to steady my breathing but I kept getting that the ache in my throat from hyperventilating. Deaton gripped my shoulders and looked at my eyes before putting his fingers on the pulse point in my neck.

"You've been poisoned." He rushed over to the rack of things he had sitting off to the side and started making some sort of concoction.

"You need to breathe Maggie. Someone is forcing the change out of you and you aren't supposed to be having one. You need to stay focused on what keeps you human, find your anchor." Deaton said not facing me.

"I don't know how! I don't know what I'm doing!" I felt my throat starting to close and I gripped the metal table with my hands seeing my claws coming out.

"You've always had the blood in you but before you were a wolf, before you were a witch, you were just a child. Think of the things that made you human...the people." I closed my eyes and thought of Scott and Stiles as kids. Playing together and confiding in one another. My vision started to narrow and I couldn't help but think of Stiles. Kissing him and lying next to him on his bed listening to music and doing homework. I hadn't seen Deaton approach me but he stuck a needle into my neck, injecting me with something that burned through my veins almost instantly. I fell to my knees and felt the clenching in my throat start to ease.

"That's it. Keep breathing." Deaton's voice broke through the visions and I leaned against the wall. He handed me a glass of water and I held out my shaky hands to take it.

"How...how'd you stop the change? I didn't think that was possible?" I asked curiously as I sipped the water.

"I didn't stop the change. What you are isn't as simple as a werewolf. You don't follow the regular norms of the change on a full moon. You will have different reactions to different phases of the moon. But if someone poisoned you then we need to find Derek before someone makes a terrible mistake." Deaton explained as I shook my head.

"Great. Just great. How did my family think I was a good idea? How am I possibly supposed to live a semi normal life if I always have to worry about the changes of the freaking moon?" I complained wiping the tears off my face from the panic I was in just moments ago.

"You have to learn to control it. You can do this and live normally but you've neglected what you are for so long-" I cut Deaton off.

"That's bullshit. All of it. Live normally? I'm a freak of nature to the tenth degree! My entire family was picked off so I could be this great, big, supernatural thing that operates like a goddamn punch clock and I'm expected to somehow tame it? I'm 16 years old! I didn't want any of this! If they knew this was what I was supposed to be then they should have let the Argent's kill me!" I raised my voice and Deaton let out a sigh.

"There is no changing what you are. What's done is done but if you honestly can't handle the responsibility of what comes with it, all you have to do is leave Beacon Hills." Deaton caught my attention.

"What?" I questioned.

"I can teach you how to control you shifts with each moon. Put a leash on both sides of what you are but you can't be here. Why do you think your family was so spread out? Beacon Hills is a hub for the supernatural. You're destined to protect it but with such gifts comes great responsibility. If you don't want to protect the people of Beacon Hills then all you have to do is leave." I felt relief for a moment but I knew what Deaton was doing. If I left Beacon Hills, I'd be leaving everyone I cared about. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly trying not to get upset again.

"There's a very powerful pack coming to Beacon Hills. They're coming here for a very specific reason and they will tear apart this town to get what they want. I haven't told Scott or Derek yet because you'll play a pivotal role in saving all the people you love." I looked over at Deaton feeling instantly unprepared.

"How am I supposed to do that when I can barely control myself now?" I asked desperately.

"Training without distractions. Not just your wolf or your magic but you as a whole. You're the Nyvlora, Maggie. If you keep letting people distract you then you're useless in their survival." I let out a sigh knowing he was right. I couldn't actually learn to control what I am if I had Stiles and Scott with me. I would be too worried about them.

"So what you're saying is I have to let them all go in order to save them? Walk away again?" I said it out loud and it was equally painful.

"You are a strong, courageous, intelligent young woman. You know that you won't be able to do what you have to do, learn what you have to learn quickly enough to keep them all safe if you aren't focused." Deaton looked sympathetic as he put his hand on my shoulder.

"I've spent many years protecting the Stevens as well as the Hales. It is your time but only you can step up to the challenge." He said making me let out a heavy breath. There was no real choice. I couldn't let the people I cared about get hurt anymore. I couldn't know about this impending threat and just abandon them.

"I need time." I said biting my bottom lip.

"I agree. I think it's only appropriate we take care of the Jackson problem before we can focus on you. You'll still see them Maggie." Deaton tried to reassure me but I knew what it felt like to be a ghost. Moving around all the time and not making real connections with anyone.

"I've done this once before. I know how to disappear but that doesn't mean I have to be happy about it." I looked over at him and he frowned. My phone went off in my pocket and I pulled it out to look at it.

"Scott I'm fine-" Scott cut me off.

"Thank God! We've been trying to call you for almost an hour! Where are you?" Scott was freaking out.

"I'm with Deaton at the clinic." I said glancing over at him.

"Matt is controlling the kanima! We are about to talk to Stiles dad and see if he can get a warrant for him." Scott explained.

"Creepy Matt? How did you put that together?" I asked confused.

"It's a long story and I'll explain it later but right now I need you to try and find Lydia. She poisoned everyone at the party and then went missing." I looked over at Deaton and he looked as though he knew what was going on.

"Scott...what the hell is going on?" I asked feeling like I couldn't keep up with everything that was happening.

"I honestly have no idea. Please just look for Lydia and meet us at the Stiles house." Scott pleaded.

"Fine, I'll give Allison a call and see when the last time she saw her was. Be careful." I said firmly hoping Scott knew how serious I was.

"Mags...are you okay?" He asked randomly and I glanced over at Deaton as he put some things in a bag.

"Yeah Scotty, I'm fine. I'll see you soon." I hung up the phone and 4 missed calls from Derek popped up on my phone.

"Crap. I need to get to Derek." I said in a hurry but Deaton stopped me.

"You need to find Lydia. I'll go and help Derek." I cocked my eyebrow at him.

"Help...help Derek? Since when do you care about Derek?" I asked thrown but Deaton's offer.

"Before he was born. I told you, I've been watching over the Hale's for a long time. Plus I have a feeling that he won't be where you suspect anyway." Deaton put his bag over his shoulder and I stopped him.

"T-thank you..." I said making him smile and nod.

"We will talk soon. Find Lydia and stay safe." Deaton and I both exited the clinic and I started my search for Lydia.

[Derek's POV]

The moment the moon was full. It was like a tickle in the back of your throat, a familiar ache from an old injury. That's the only way I could describe knowing that my wolf wanted out. Erica and Boyd were thrashing against their chains, already turned and wanting to escape. They were getting restless and I decided I might need a hand. I gave Scott a call first and he didn't pick up. I tried him a few more times before I finally decided to call Maggie but she wasn't picking up either. Something felt off. She would have picked up her phone if I called. I practically had to force her to leave. I heard the sound of the chains snapping and ran back into the railcar with my claws out to see Erica had gotten lose. She clawed at me and managed to get me in the side before I twisted her arm up and kicked her feet out from under her. I wrapped the chains attached to her arm back up around the bar and Boyd had snapped both of his and tried to tackle me to the ground.

"Dammit!" I winced as my back hit the metal of the railcar wall hard. Boyd thought he could choke me out but I headbutt him knocking him to the ground. Erica had gotten back to her feet and clawed my back. I elbowed her quickly and noticed Boyd had given up the fight with me to try and flee. Before he could reach the door, Isaac grabbed a hold of him and slammed him down in the seat. Erica scrambled once more and I knocked her out before chaining her back up and looking at Isaac. He gave me a nod as I walked toward him and did the same to Boyd. I was shocked. He had somehow managed to find his anchor in such a short period of time. I took the time to drag Boyd back towards Erica's unconscious body to lock him up like I'd done earlier before I turned to see Isaac sitting in the seat he had broken free from and holding his wrists out waiting to be locked up.

"I think you'll be okay now. Looks like you've found an anchor." I said not bothering to lock him up.

"And if you tell me it's Maggie-" Isaac cut me off.

"My father." He breathed still wolfed out and calmer than anyone I'd ever seen on their first full moon.

"Your father locked you in a freezer in the basement to punish you." I pointed out confused.

"He didn't used to." Isaac kept completely still as I continued to stare at him.

"I thought about Maggie and remembered that she was the first person I opened up to about how my dad used to be. Before my mom died, before my brother...he just wasn't always like that." Isaac admitted. I put my hand on his shoulder and stood up. I took a second to really look at Isaac, Boyd and Erica. I had picked them mostly because I knew that Maggie was friends with them and they seemed to have things in their lives that they wanted to change. Taking a step back, Maggie wasn't just friends with these kids. She genuinely cared about them and helped them open up to her. Boyd had said he had one true friend, Erica said no one had ever stuck up for her before and Isaac...Isaac managed to remind himself that his father wasn't always the brutal monster who would abuse and torture him because of spending time with Maggie.

"Just try and relax." I said patting him on the shoulder before walking out of the railcar, exhausted. I reached in my pocket and pulled out my phone to call Maggie.

"Hey you've reached Maggie's cell, leave a message and I'll probably call you back." The beep sounded and I let out a sigh.

"Hey it's me, sorry about the calls earlier. Everything is under control now so don't worry. Have fun tonight...be careful." I looked down at the phone before ending the call and pocketing it. I rubbed at my eyes trying to relieve the tension but I was caught off guard by a scent.

When I turned around, Lydia Martin was slowly approaching me. Eyes wide yet calm like she was being drawn to me by some strange force of will. I didn't know what to say. The next thing I know, she's blowing crushed wolfsbane into my face and all I see is darkness.

As if my life had taken some sort of time warp, I woke up being dragged. At first it was into a car, then into sticks and rocks. I could smell the trees and the scents that linger in the air from the wind blowing. I was thrown by how easily Lydia could drag me. It didn't make sense. She dragged me up splintered steps and the smell of charred wood made me open my eyes. I was home again and I knew exactly what Lydia was doing.

"L-Lydia." I breathed trying to get her to snap out of it. She was clearly in some sort of trans.

Lydia stop." I kept trying to shake the fog off but whatever wolfsbane she used to knock me out was potent. She finally stopped dragging me and I noticed the floor where I'd buried Peter's body was now unboarded. I should have known he would do this. He impaled Maggie for crying out loud. Now he was using Lydia to resurrect himself on the last full moon of the season. I'd read the stories but if it was true then Peter would know for sure.

"You don't know what you're doing." I felt her place my arm into the hole and a limp grip on my forearm. There was a few moments of stillness and I was relieved. Maybe the myth was wrong. Maybe Peter was really gone and everything would be okay.

Claws gripped my arm and I felt my eyes shoot open in pain as something started to pull at the wolf inside of me. I gritted my teeth trying not to let out a growl of pain but suddenly it stopped. I let out a heavy breath and could hear Lydia's heart beat along with mine. She held back a scream as the floorboards splintered upwards and out emerge Peter covered in rubble and soot. I tried worming my way across the floor away from him as Lydia started to hyperventilate next to me. I could finally feel the wolfsbane wearing off and I moved far enough away to look up at him as he stood slowly to his feet.

"I heard there was a party...don't worry, I invited myself." He grinned wickedly.

"You looked surprised to see me, Derek. Did you honestly think I'd leave my daughter to be an orphan?" Peter tilted his head to the side and I glared up at him.

"Stay away from her." I gritted out but he chuckled walking towards Lydia and taking a towel from her.

"Sorry I can't stay and chat. I've got to get myself cleaned up." Peter smiled smugly at me and I didn't notice Lydia at my side until she stuck me with a needle. Peter waved at me as I spiraled into darkness for the second time.

[Stiles POV]

Scott ran out of my room after finally getting a hold of Maggie while I sat my dad down and started opening up the yearbooks search for Matt's picture.

"What's going on Stiles? Aren't you supposed to be on your date with Maggie?" Dad questioned reminding me of what tonight was supposed to be.

"It didn't quite pan out like I would have liked but we figured out who the killer is." I finally found it when Scott walked back in giving me a nod which I assumed was that Maggie was alright.

"So this kid is the real killer?" Dad asked as I circled it with red marker.

"Yeah." Scott and I said at the same time as Dad focused on the picture.

"No." He shook his head.

"Yes." I looked at the picture of Matt and back at him as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"No." He clearly wasn't trying to believe me.

"Dad, yes! Okay everybody knows police look for ways to connect victims in a murder. So all we have to do is look through the transcripts and figure out which class they all had in common." I explained seeing that he still wasn't buying it.

"Yeah except for the rave promoter wasn't in Harris' class." I wanted to shake him.

"Oh so I guess they're dropping the charges against him?" I put my hand up and Dad pointed me.

"Don't start okay." He warned making me rake my hands over my head.

"Scott, do you believe this?" Dad looked past me and I threw my hands up.

"Really? Okay." I stepped aside and let Scott talk.

"We can't really explain how we know but you've just got to trust us. We know it's Matt." Scott backed me up.

"He took Harris' car knowing that if a cop found tire tracks at one of the murders and enough of the victims were in his class that they'd arrest him." Dad looked like he might be opening up to it and he shook his head.

"Fine but I need a motive. What possible motive could this kid have to want most of the 2006 swim team and it's coach dead?" Dad pressed.

"Isn't it obvious?! Our swim team sucks!" Scott and Dad both let out a sigh of annoyance.

"They haven't won in like 6 years...okay we don't have a motive yet but does Harris?" I questioned. I held my breath as Dad looked at Scott and me. He had to believe us. Lives were at stake here.

"Okay, what do you need me to do?" I had a 2.3 second victory dance to myself after convincing my dad that Matt was the killer before Scott spoke up.

"We need to look at the evidence." Scott said making Dad roll his eyes.

"That's at the station, where I no longer work." He cut his eyes at me.

"Trust me, they'll let you in." I said knowing full well he already knew that.

"Trust you?" Dad pointed at me and I pointed over my shoulder.

"Trust...Scott?" I switched it up and hoped Scott was smiling like an idiot over my shoulder. Dad shook his finger at me.

"Scott I trust. I'll drive." Dad walked out of the room and I high fived Scott.

"How did Maggie sound?" I asked immediately

"She said she's fine and that she'd look for Lydia." Scott followed my dad out and I hurried behind him.

"But did she sound alright? I mean...you know." I waved my hands around and Scott nodded.

"She sounded like she was confused but other than that she seemed fine." Scott put his hand on my shoulder trying to reassure me. I needed to make sure she was alright though. After what I saw and what Scott told me she said in the bathroom, I just needed to get eyes on her.

We walked into the station and dad stepped up to explain that he needed a favor. I had no doubts we'd be in looking at the evidence in no time but just in case our time was limited we needed a plan of action.

"We look at the hospital stuff first. Jackson killed everyone except one." I whispered to Scott.

"The pregnant girl, Jessica." Scott said.

"Exactly. Since Matt had to kill her himself, someone from the hospital could have seen him." I explained.

"You're actually really good at this whole detective stuff, have I ever told you that?" Scott said surprising me.

"As much as I love you appreciating me right now, let's save our bro moment for after we get this psycho locked up." I said as my dad gestured for us to follow him. We got to work instantly reviewing hospital security footage basically hovering over my dad's back.

"There was a 6 car pile up that night guys. The hospital was madness." Dad said as people walked through the frame constantly.

"Just keep looking. He had to pass one of those cameras on the floor to get to Jessica. He's got to be on the footage somewhere." I pointed out.

"Wait! Go back!" Scott caught us both off guard but as dad backed the footage up, I saw the same guy he saw.

"That's him. That's Matt. I'd know that weird cranium anywhere. I sit behind him in history. It's almost distracting how awkward his head is." I said making my dad turn in his chair to look at me.

"Are you crazy?" He asked only half rhetorical I hoped.

"Fine then look at his jacket. How many people do you know with leather jackets?" I realized I was reaching but it already left my mouth.

"Millions...literally." Dad argued but Scott stepped in.

"Can you scroll forward? There's got to be a shot of him coming at one of the cameras." Scott said as dad started to jump the footage ahead. Matt popped back into frame and I hit dad's chair.

"Right there, he's there again." I pointed.

"I refuse to send out a warrant based on the back of someone's head." Dad said firmly.

"Wait he's talking to someone!" Someone walked into the frame and started talking to Matt.

"He's talking to my mom." Scott pulled out his phone and quickly called his mom. I was hoping like crazy she could make the positive ID. I needed a simple win. After all the stupid stuff we'd been through and costing my dad his job, this had to work out in our favor.

"Honey, you know how many people I see daily?" Melissa came through the speaker.

"He's a teenager, dark hair, normal looking-" I cut Scott off.

"No he looks creepy and evil!" I interjected getting a side glance from my dad.

"I'm sending you a picture." Scott picked up his phone and snapped a picture of Matt's yearbook photo. It only took her a few minutes to get and look over it.

"I remember him. He was tracking mud through the halls. What's going on?" Dad looked over at Scott and me.

"Everything's fine, I'll call you back." Scott hung up. Dad opened up another folder of evidence.

"We got shoe prints along the trailer sight out in the woods." Dad fanned through some papers.

"And if they match then we've got Matt's footprints at the scene of three murders. The trailer, the hospital and the rave." I pointed out seeing Scott's eyes go wide.

"Actually four, a credit care receipt for an oil change was signed by Matt at the garage where the mechanic was killed just a few hours before you got there." Dad stood up and I knew we'd finally have enough to tie him to the murders without having to go into supernatural territory.

"Dad, if one's an incident, twos a coincidence and three's a pattern, what's four?" I asked seeing a proud confidence wash over him.

"Four's enough for a warrant." I punched the air in victory.

"Scott, call your mom back and get her down here. Stiles, you call Maggie and get her down here too. I don't want her alone if this kid is still on the streets. Tell them to let Melissa and Maggie in while you're out there." I ran out into the hallway and called Maggie's phone. It took a few rings but she finally answered letting out a heavy sigh.

"Hey so I can't get a hold of Allison and Lydia's mom said Lydia is home and grounded for having the cops called to the house because of her wild party. I can't actually confirm if Lydia is home via sight but I can hear her heartbeat." Maggie sounded exhausted.

"Maggie?" I said her name and she stopped talking for a minute.

"Stiles? Wow sorry, I didn't even read the caller ID. I thought you were Scott." She admitted.

"Nope...just me." I leaned against the wall and there was another pause.

"I know what you're thinking and I'm fine." She breathed.

"How could you possibly know what I'm thinking through the phone?" I questioned.

"Because I know you. I swear, I had a meltdown but no casualties." I could hear the sound of a car door shutting.

"Scott said everyone was poisoned, are you okay?" She asked snapping me out of a trance.

"Yeah...yeah I'm fine." I shook my head and realized how quiet it was in the station.

"Tell me about it later?" Maggie asked and I bit my lip. It was weird that she didn't have to see me to know I wasn't completely telling the truth.

"Yeah we can do that. Dad wants you to head here though. We've got enough on Matt to get a warrant and I think we'd both feel better if you were here instead of on the streets." I admitted.

"I have to stop by and check on Derek first but I will come straight there after, okay?" Maggie said and I could hear the sound of her car starting.

"Just...be careful okay?" I knew I'd be anxious until she got here but I wasn't going to tell her she didn't need to go check on Derek considering he was an alpha and all that jazz.

"Promise. See you soon." That was the last thing she said before hanging up. I pocketed my phone before remembering I needed to make sure they let Maggie and Melissa in but when I walked out I didn't see anyone.

"Hello?" I called out putting my hands on the counter and that's when I caught sight of Pamela, covered in blood with her eyes still open and lifeless. I felt my heartbeat pick up and started to back away from the counter but when I turned around I was staring down the barrel of a gun held by Matt himself. I instantly regretted making that phone call.

[Derek's POV]

Everything was bright. All I could hear was my own breathing and a steady heartbeat. I could feel the sweat rolling off my skin as I felt like my eyes were trying to focus on the brightness of my surroundings.

"One day you'll meet her and you will know that you'll need to take extra care in protecting her."

"How will I know who she is if I've never met her?"

"Because you will know. She's family and she will love you like we all love one another."

I could hear my mother's voice in my head but I still couldn't see anything. I remember the memory though. I remember the baby in the picture my mom showed me. I don't know why I didn't make the connection before now but the baby had to be Maggie.

"Why do I need to protect her if she's the strongest?

"Because that's what you do. You protect her heart from getting broken and you show her what it means to truly be a Hale."

"She's going to need you, Derek. I'm trusting you'll protect her just like you would the others.. Take care of my baby."

Another voice spoke up and I realized then that it had to be Maggie's mother. I felt like these memories were buried so deep in my subconscious that without being trapped in this poisoned state, I'd never have remembered knowing about Maggie and having spoken with her mother when I was younger.

"DEREK! Deerrrrrreeeek!" I snapped my head to the new voice. I didn't know who this was but it was a male.

"Can you hear me? I need you to answer me Derek." I could hear a distant noise winding up kind of like a generator.

"DEREK! We don't have much time." The voice got closer but was cut off by a piercing noise that made me cover my ears to try and avoid it. My eyes snapped open and I was suddenly back in the burnt out shell of my family home staring at Dr. Deaton.

"That sound...what was it?!" I sat up quickly and he smiled as he held up a dog whistle. I give him a huff at his cheeky methods but didn't bother with him as I got to my feet only to find out I was clearly weakened for some reason.

"Derek, you've got to take it easy." He helped steady me out and I shook my head trying to clear it.

"What are you doing here? What am I doing here?" I questioned suspiciously.

"Think Derek…you know what happened." I looked down at my arm and saw the dried blood from puncture marks. What I thought was a nightmare was actually reality.

"That really happened? Peter's back?" I asked hoping he would say no.

"Yes and we don't have much time." I felt my heart rate increase and wanted to punch holes in the flimsy walls.

"Time…time for what?" I questioned.

"Peter's been resurrected. You know who his first target will be." Deaton's words made Maggie come to mind and the voices I heard in my head from the old memories sent me into a panic.

"I've got to find Maggie!" I tried to walk past him but felt a sudden wave of fatigue. Deaton gripped my arm to steady me.

"You're going to be weak for several hours." He explained and I shook my head knowing that my alpha strength should be taking care of it.

"Don't worry you're still an alpha just not a very competent one." Deaton put his whistle around his neck and I felt my rage rising.

"Where is he?" I gritted out.

"I wish I could tell you but I don't know and even if I did, you aren't ready to take him on. Maggie will be fine with Scott." I took a step towards Deaton.

"Then how about you tell me what you're doing here? Or why you suddenly want to help me?" I questioned.

"Helping your family actually used to be a pretty big part of my life. Helping you and Maggie was a promise I made to both your mother's." I took a step back not expecting that. Laura had mentioned a true ally in Beacon Hills but I never thought it would be Deaton.

"Laura mentioned you. Said you were some sort of adviser." I said seeing him tilt his head.

"She was right and right now I have some advice that you need to listen to very closely. What Peter managed to do, doesn't come without a price. He'll be physically weak so he'll rely on the strength of his intelligence. He's going to come at you Derek, he'll try and twist his way inside your head preying on your insecurities and trying to convince you that he is the only way you can stop Gerard. Do not trust him." He said firmly.

"I don't trust anyone." I replied honestly.

"I know and if you did you might be the alpha you think you are but if you truly want to keep Maggie safe then you will heed this warning. Peter cannot be trusted when it comes to her. He is power hungry and Maggie hasn't learned to control what she is yet. He will take advantage of that."

"I can handle it. I can protect her." I said confidently. Maggie was my responsibility and I wouldn't let Peter hurt her, not again.

"You can't do it alone as much as you'd like to think you can and unfortunately the one person who you should trust to help you doesn't trust you at all." I knew he was talking about Scott.

"Scott." I confirmed.

"He's with Stilinski right now and even though I told Maggie I'd check up on you, I know she'll make a stop to check on you. You both need to get to Scott as fast as you can. I've known Gerard for a very long time. He always has a plan and something tells me it's going exactly the way he want's it to." Deaton explained. I didn't waste anymore time. I had to find Maggie before Peter did. We'd just started to work on becoming a family, I wasn't going to let Peter or Gerard take that away from us, not over my dead body.

[Maggie's POV]

I went by the railcar and couldn't find Derek anywhere. Erica, Boyd and Isaac all seemed to be resting and I didn't want to disturb them by making tons of noise but it didn't make sense that Derek wouldn't be there. I put up a protection spell on the railcar so that no one could get to Erica and the boys before giving Derek a call. I noticed a bit of purple residue on the floor just outside the car and leaned down to inspect it.

"Wolfsbane?" I could feel the tickle in the back of my throat and wiped my hands off quickly.

"Maggie! Where are you?" Derek finally answered his phone sounding out of breath.

"I'm at the railcar. Where the hell are you?" I asked confused.

"Why aren't you with Scott?" He asked incredulously.

"He's at the station, I wanted to check up-" He cut me off.

"Get to the station now. I'll meet you there okay? Don't stop until you get there." Derek sounded upset.

"Derek, what's going on? Where are you?" I asked pacing.

"Please Maggie, just go. I'll explain everything later. I just need you to do what I ask." Derek pleaded.

"Fine, I'm leaving now. I put a protection spell on Erica, Boyd and Isaac. I'll be at the station in 15 minutes." I said hurrying up the steps and pocketing my phone. I got in my car and hurried towards the station, hoping that whatever had Derek rattled was nothing too crazy. I don't think I could handle much more at this point. I thought about what Deaton had said and then Stiles came to mind. The thought of pushing him and Scott away made me feel sick. I was tired of having to give up the things I loved for what I am. I hated that this had to be my life. I wanted normalcy. I wanted to be able to go on a date with Stiles and not have to jump out of a window and run a country freaking mile to have a meltdown. I wanted to be able to worry more about passing my sophomore year than if Derek and Scott were getting along. I pulled up to the station and it looked dead. I parked next to Stiles and got out checking my phone.

"Hello sweetheart." I froze. I felt the ache in my chest right where my scar was and I slowly looked up towards the voice.

"No...no it can't be." The muscles in my body became heavy. I felt like my body was shutting down just seeing the illusion looking so real.

"You're...dead." I swallowed the lump in my throat as the illusion walked into the light.

"On the contrary. I've never felt more...alive." He moved towards me and I panicked.

"SCOTT!" I took off running towards the station doors, using every ounce of strength I had which made it feel like running through quicksand.

"SCOTT!" I tried to open the door but it was locked. I used a spell and unlocked it quickly bursting through it in search of someone else to confirm I wasn't seeing what I was seeing. It couldn't be Peter. It just couldn't be.

"Maggie." I looked up and saw Stiles standing completely still.

"Stiles! Thank God! I was-" Matt stepped out from behind Stiles and was pointing a gun at his head.

"If I so much as feel an itch from you trying to do some sort of magic, I'll put the first one in his head." Matt threatened with dark eyes. Stiles kept his eyes on me and I felt utterly helpless.

Next Chapter: Being held hostage by Matt, secrets are revealed that no one is ready to deal with. Now with the impending threat of PEter on the loose, Derek must figure out a way that can keep Maggie safe from not only Peter but the Argent's as well. If they can survive the night, there will be a lot of recovering that needs to be done.

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