"Calla Lily." The same angelic voice echoed in my ears as I laid in darkness. "Lily, come on, you got to wake up. Come on, Lily." My eyes shot open but I was still staring into darkness. Why I wasn't I seeing anything? "Wake up, Calla. I'm right here, I'm right here just please wake up." I am awake, Derek. I'm awake. Don't you see my eyes open?

"Here, hold your breath." Peter's voice sounded in the distant and something brushed against my nose as I inhaled softly. I instantly gagged at the smell and began coughing as I squinted my eyes shut and opened them again to see the lighting of Derek's loft and Derek's face right above mine. I coughed again and gasped for air as I felt like my lungs were going to collaspe at any second.

"Just take deep breath, Lily." I listened to him and relaxed as my breathing returned to normal.

"What the hell did I just smell?" I snapped at Peter as I sat up on Derek's bed.

"Wolfsbane." Peter answered, nonchantly.

"Why the hell are you keeping wolfsbane here?"

"Aren't you glad that he did keep wolfsbane here?" I glared at him and turned to look at Derek.

"Where's Jennifer?"

"Gone." He answered. "She took Scott's mother." That's when it hit me.

"She's not going after guardians as in law enforcement." I said, putting the pieces together. "She's going after guardians as in parents. But...Stiles' dad, my dad and Scott's mother. Derek, that makes three and the full moon is only two nights away."

"I know. Scott left with Deucalion and Stiles is at the Argents' trying to figure out where Jennifer is keeping your parents. You need to get over there to help as soon as possible." I looked to the left to see Cora also on the bed, black blood staining her lips as she softly gasped for air.

"What about her?"

"Peter and I will find away to save her. You need to go. Now." I leaned into him and kissed him on the lips before getting up and walking out of the loft.

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"The place where the sacrifices have been comitted have usually been different from where the bodies have been found." Chris said when I arrived at the Argents' penthouse. "I think the placement has to do with the strength of the current, so there's the school," He pointed to Beacon Hills High School on the map that was laid out on the desk in front of him. "The animal clinic, the bank."

"Wait a sec, she wouldn't use the same place twice, would she?" Stiles questioned Chris.

"Only if she didn't succeed the first time." He pointed back to the bank.

"My boss." I muttered.

"Deaton. It was her only failure that could mean something."

"That's just one place so far." Stiles snapped. "We're gonna need a lot more help."

"What about Lydia?" Allison suggested.

"Lydia?" Chris asked. "What can she do?"

"Uh, Lydia's got sort of a talent." Stiles informed him. "She somehow ended up finding a couple of the bodies, um, without actually looking for them."

"What is she? Psychic?"

"She's something."

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"I don't believe Scott's really with him." Lydia said, as we went over to her house to search for answers.

"You didn't see the look on his face, though." Stiles said. "It was-"

"Than what can I do? I mean, I get that I'm some kind of, like, human geiger counter for death, but...I don't know how to turn it on and off yet. All I know is that she tried to kill me because of-" She stopped talking as her face went blank with the gears in her head clicking.

"Because of what? Hey, Lydia, what?"

"When she called me a banshee, she was surprised by it. What if that's not why she tried to kill me?"

"Then why did she?"

"That's what we need to find out."

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We bursted into Ms. Morrell's office to see a fat, black chick seating in front of an empty desk. She turned to look at us like we must be a special kind of stupid for bursting into the room like we did.

"Are you here for Ms. Morrell?" Stiles asked her.

"No, I thought this was gym class." The chick snapped at us.

"Sweetheart, we're not in the mood for funny." Lydia said before I could snap something back at the chick. "Do you know where she is?"

"If I did, I wouldn't be waiting here for twenty minutes. So how about you three back out the door and wait your turn?"

"You better knock it off with that tone before I back hand it out of ya." I growled and Stiles pushed me behind him to shut me up.

"We're not here for a session." Lydia explained.

"Well, I am. And I've got some serious issues to work on."

"Hey, wait, wait. You're Danielle. You're Heather's best friend." Stiles said.

"I was Heather's best friend. We've been working on that issue three times a week."

"Hold on, did you say Ms. Morrell's twenty minutes late?" Lydia asked.

"And I don't know why either. She's always on time."

"I was seeing her at the beginning of the semester. She was never late."

"Then she's not late." I said. "She's missing."

"What if we're not the only ones who think she knows something?"

"Then I want to know what she knows." Stiles said as he walked behind Ms. Morrell's desk and opened up the bottom drawer and begun to pull out files.

"What are you doing?" Danielle asked.

"Trying to find her."

"Those files are private."

"Yeah, she's kind of right." Lydia agreed.

"That ones yours." Stiles pulled out another file and Lydia quickly snatched it from him and began to skim through it. She flipped through pages and read through them as I notice a tree drawing in the folder too. "Wait, Lydia, that's your drawing."

"Yeah, I know. It's a tree."

"Yeah, good too." Danielle said looking at it from over her shoulder.

"Thank you."

"No." Stiles objected. "But that's the same one, though."

"Same as what?"

"The same one I always see you drawing in class."

"It's a tree. I like drawing trees."

"No, but it's the exact same one." Stiles grabbed Lydia's journal from her bag and opened it to flip through the pages to reveal tree after tree after tree after tree on every page of the journal. Everyone of them was same as the drawing in the folder.

"Okay, you can have my session." Danielle said, grabbing her stuff and walking out of the room. "You got bigger issues." Stiles stopped on one page of the journal and slowly turned it upside down and I gasped when I realized what it was. It wasn't a tree. There were roots of a tree.

"I know where they are."

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"It's the Nemeton." Stiles informed us as we exited the office and pushed through the students in the hallway. "That's where she's keeping them. It has to be-"

"Bryn." A male voice called my last name and I turned to look back down the hallway to see a tall, lanky man wearing a suit and a FBI badge around his neck. He had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes that were indentical to-

"No way." I breathed as Scott's dad began to walk towards us.

"Oh, yeah, I had the pleasure of speaking to him while you guys escaped the hospital." Stiles whispered to me. I groaned and turned to Lydia and Stiles.

"All right, look go to Derek, okay? He and Peter, they've been there before, so they'll know where it is. Tell them it's the root cellar, all right? They'll know." They both nodded and walked away from as I turned back around to face Scott's dad.

"Did you know your dad's car is in the school parking lot and has been since last night?" He questioned me.

"No. What does that mean?"

"It means he's officially missing."

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Agent McCall and I sat in an empty classroom with me sitting on a desk and him sittiing on the desk in front of me. He sighed with disappointment as I finished telling my tale.

"Calla," He began to speak.

"Ca-lane-na." I snapped.

"Callana, why am I getting the feeling that you know something that could help us find your dad?"

"If I did, why would I not tell you?"

"If it meant helping your dad, why wouldn't you?"

"So you're asking me to tell you what I wouldn't not tell you?" Did that make sense?

"First, I have no idea what you just said.

"Tha's because you're stupid."

"Second, how about you just help me help you?"

"Well, I don't know how to help you help me tell you something that would help you if I don't know it."

"Are you doing this on purpose?"

"I don't know anything, okay? Can I just go?"

"Where are your other friends?"

"I'm assuming you mean Scott because I definetly know that you don't mean Stiles since you hate his father and Stiles himself because of his smart ass comments which he makes you feel stupid. You also can't mean myself because I guarantee that you hate me too along with my father. Do you just like hate the Beacon Hills Police Department?" My voice got all childlike as I continued to speak. "Is it because they locked you up because they caught you drinking and driving? What a naughty boy you were." Agent McCall's nostrils flared as he tried to remain calm.

"I mean Scott. I mean Isaac Lahey, Allison Argent, these twins Ethan and Aidan. I've been told your whole little clique didn't show up at school today."

"First, they aren't my clique. Isaac is but the rest is out. Second, who the hell uses the word clique anymore? What is this? The seventies?"

"Calla,"

"Ca-lane-na. Get it right before I have to back hand it into you."

"Callana, come on. There's been a pretty disturbing amount of violent activity in this county in the last few months, several murders tied to this school. I don't know what's going on here, but it's serious. And-Hey. Your dad is missing."

"Thank you for that reminder." I muttered, hanging my head.

"Fine." Agent McCall sighed as he stood up. "But I don't want you going home alone. You have someone you can stay with tonight?"

"She's with me." I looked to the left to see Deaton standing in the doorway of the classroom.

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"It has to be on a telluric current, or maybe even at the axis of two or where they all intersect." Stiles said after Lydia, Isaac, Allison and him met Deaton and I at the animal clinic. "I just know it's where Derek took Paige to die."

"My dad and Gerard were there once." Allison said. "But Gerard says that it was years ago, and he couldn't remember where it was. And my dad obviously isn't here to tell us now."

"Yeah, mine either." I mumbled.

"Then how do we find this place?" Isaac inquired as we all looked to Deaton for the answer.

"There might be a way." Deaton said. "But it's dangerous. We're gonna need Scott."

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"How'd you guys find out?" Scott questioned us as we met up with him in the middle of the woods. The almost full moon cloaked us with light as it shined down on us through the tree canopy. The leaves softly whispered to one another as they moved gently in the wind.

"Lydia." Stiles answered. "You?"

"Morrell. None of the other alphas know where it is either.

"So if this works, are you gonna tell them?" I asked.

"I can't stop Jennifer without them."

"How about we concentrate on finding your parents first?" Deaton suggested.

"What's the plan?"

"Essentially, you, Callana, and Stiles need to be surrogate sacrfices for your parents."

"We die for them?"

"But he can bring us back." Stiles reassured him before a cloud of uncertainty came upon his face. "You can bring us back right?"

"You remember the part where I said it was dangerous?" Deaton reminded him. "If it goes right, the three of you will be dead for a few seconds, but there's something else you need to think about. This is a dangerous thing for more reasons than one. You'll be giving power back to the nemeton, a place that hasn't had power for a long time. This kind of power is like a magnet. It attracts the supernatural, the kind of things that a family like the argents can fill the pages of a bestiary with. It will draw them here, like a beacon."

"Doesn't sound any worse than anything we've already seen."

"You'd be surprised at what you have yet to see."

"Is that it?" I asked.

"No. It'll also have an effect on the three of you. You won't be able to see it, but you'll feel it every day, for the rest of your lives. It'll be a kind of a darkness around your heart, and permanent, like a scar."

"Like a tattoo." Scott muttered.

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Lydia, Isaac, Deaton and Allison filled the three metal tubs in front of us with cold water, ice and herbs. I kept looking to the front door waiting.

"He'll be here." Scott whispered to me. I knew he was right but I felt like it was somehow wrong that I was pulling him away from his dying sister so he could watch me die. The doorbell to the front door rang and I looked back over to it to see Derek enter the clinic. I involuntarily smile and made my way to him but stopped when I felt something off about him. There was something...missing from him.

"Are you alright, Der?" I asked as I took the final steps to him. He looked down at me and his eyes flashed a eletric blue color. The same color he had when he was a beta. "Derek, what happened?"

"It's a long story, Lily." He whispered softly to me. "But Cora's going to be alright and I'm here to help you. Okay?" I stared up at him some more trying to understand how it beame that he was a beta again. I nodded and took his hand in mine and led him to the back room where everyone was waiting.

"All right." Deaton said. "What did you bring?"

"Um, I got my dad's badge." Stiles mumbled, running his fingers over the crumbled gold metal of the deputy's star. "Jennifer kind of crushed it in her hand, so I tried hammering it out a bit. Still doesn't look great."

"Well, it doesn't need to look good if it has meaning."

"Callana?" Deaton called upon me. I looked down and opened up my free hand to reveal a gold ring.

"It's my father's engagement ring." I explained. "When my dad and mom decided to get married, they agreed that my mom would get the engagement rings and my dad would get the wedding rings. My mom got herself a silver ring because silver has a feminine energy to it and it was soothing, calming and purifying which suited for her. But she couldn't find the right ring for my dad. She spent days, day and night, searching and searching and when it came to the deadline, she broke down crying because she couldn't find the right ring for my dad. So, they went together to look at rings and my mom barely looked when she saw it. A perfect gold ring. She knew that was the one. Gold because he was compassionate, generous, and wise. And when she put it on his finger, she told him, 'As long as gold goes first, silver will follow half a step behind.' After she died, my dad put both the engagement rings in a glass box with that quote engraved into it." Deaton nodded his approval.

"Scott?" He held up a leather and gold watch.

"My dad got my mom this watch when she first got hired at the hospital." He said. "She used to say it was the only thing in their marriage that ever worked."

"Okay, the three of you will get in. Each of us will hold you down until you're essentially...well, dead. But it's not just someone to hold you under. It needs to be someone who can pull you back, someone that has a strong connection to you, a kind of emotional tether. Lydia, you go with Stiles. Allison and Scott and obviously, Derek with Callana." The three of us stepped up the tubs, with me in the middle, and looked down into it. Leaves of herbs barely coated the icy surface of the frigid water. I lifted a barefoot and slowly submerged it into the water, gasping at the temperature. I started shivering violently, shaking the ice cubes around me as I slid down in the water till it was above my shoulders. My teeth chattered as I looked to the left at Scott.

"By the way, if I don't make it back and you do, you should probably know something." My voice shook as I spoke. "Your dad's in town." We looked from one another to next and nodded as the signal that we were ready as firm hands grasped my shoulders. A gentle loving pressure formed on the top of my head as Derek bent down to kiss me. I closed my eyes in content and turned my head to press my face into his arm, giving it a kiss. I looked back up to see Stiles and Scott staring at me and I nodded before looking straight ahead. Derek's pressed down on my shoulders and I let myself slid, closing my eyes as the water washed over my face, letting the darkness start it touch on my heart.