"We need to talk." Dean's voice was gruff and serious as he peered down at Chris Argent, the male sitting atop a bar stool.
"Yes, we do."
"Why were you out there last night? I thought we were taking the cellar to the east and you and your guys were taking the south?" Dean was abrupt, not beating around the bush.
"What?"
"You heard me."
Chris looked from Dean to Sam. "We weren't out there." He responded, truthful.
Dean passed over his bag; the arrows he'd pulled from the wolf's corpse were inside. "Look inside and tell me that those aren't yours."
Chris looked into the bag, taking a glance at the arrows he let out a long sigh.
"Well?" Dean almost barked.
"Allison."
"What?"
"She must've figured out where we were hunting and followed." Chris rose from the bar stool.
"So she knows now?" Sam wondered.
"Her aunt told her. I'm sure this also helped her out." Chris withdrew John's journal from his jacket and slammed it onto the bar top.
"How'd you get this?" Sam asked, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.
"Allison." Chris repeated. "She confronted me with it."
"So, she must've snuck into our motel room." Dean concluded, taking the journal.
Lydia tapped her foot rapidly. She leaned against the motel room door, her eyes fixed ahead of herself as she awaited Dean and Sam's arrival. She couldn't wait any longer, not after Allison had just killed Erica the previous night. While she waited, the thoughts of the night flooded her mind. Who else was a werewolf in this town? Who else that she knew? She didn't want to think about it but she did. She couldn't stop herself from thinking about it, over and over again as if a replay button was on a constant loop in her head.
As the Impala came to a halt, Dean climbed out of the vehicle. "Great, another block in the road." He motioned towards Lydia to Sam.
Lydia stormed over to her relative, bringing a hand crashing down across his face. Dean's eyes rose a little stunned, his brow crinkling at how hard the blow had actually been. It stung his cheek like hell and he hadn't been expecting it.
"You've been lying to me and my mom, your family for god knows how long?" She looked to both the brothers, disbelief in her green eyes.
Dean grabbed at his cheek. Sam rested his hands upon the top of the Impala. "We were protecting you."
"Bullshit." Lydia responded. "You were lying to me."
"You think you can stop any of this? That you're able to take on the supernatural world on your own?" Dean huffed.
"No, I don't. But I can help." Lydia returned, confidently.
"How? You have no training."
"That's where you two come in." She returned. "And don't tell me no. I'll blow your cover in a heartbeat." She threatened, not guilty for it in the slightest.
Dean swallowed thickly. Would she really blow their cover?
"After last night, there are no excuses anymore. " She couldn't believe it. "Allison killed one of our friends. We can't be left in the dark any longer."
Sam's lips curved into a frown. "Okay." He agreed finally. "We'll teach you."
Dean looked at his brother, bewildered. "You're going to agree with helping her?"
"I can hear you." Lydia reminded Dean.
"We can't lie to you anymore." Sam concluded.
Dean simply rolled his eyes. Fishing for the journal in his jacket, he handed it to the redhead. "Knock yourself out."
Derek and Isaac were stalking through the wooded forest, something they tended to do often; almost too often. "I don't get what this is supposed to help us with." Isaac's voice piped up.
Derek kept a solemn look on his face. "Once we pick up a scent, we follow it. We'll know who did this to her." He was kneeling before the spot where Erica had previously laid. The police had already taken her body but her scent was strong, overwhelming the alpha momentarily. His fingers touched the earth and he said a silent prayer for the blonde werewolf. "Keep looking," He instructed the curly haired male.
Isaac closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. He sifted through Erica's scent and picked up a faint smell in the direction towards the cellar Derek had taken him towards. He could smell the faint wolfsbane from the grenades and his eyes snapped open. "In the cellar." Isaac told his alpha.
Derek rose from where he knelt and waved a hand towards Isaac. Both males entered the cellar and Derek noted the signs of a struggle, the glass from the broken grenades. "There was more than one of them here. Most likely a third person killed Erica." He could pick up three different scents. That's when he noted a familiar scent. The male he'd met at the bar; Dean.
He paced out of the cellar and felt sick, as if he were about to vomit. He'd slept with a hunter? A hunter who was responsible for killing Erica?
"Are you okay?" Isaac figured Derek was overwhelmed with the scene.
"I'm fine," He lied. "I think I have a lead." Derek sighed, inhaling deeply. "You track the scent from the outside and I'll track the two who were in the cellar."
"Should I bring Boyd?"
"Yes."
Night time fell rapidly, as it always seemed to in Beacon Hills. Both pack members were following the scent through the woods. It ultimately brought them back into the city, to a street both of them recognized. They came upon a home, however, they were uncertain of who's home it was. Isaac climbed the side of the building, crouching on the rooftop towards a vacant window. Boyd followed and both wolves silently slipped into the home.
They began rummaging through personal belongings, and Boyd flipped through a book that sat upon a small desk. A picture fell out and he lifted it up, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of the curly haired brunette. "You should see this." He told his pack member and friend.
Isaac crossed the room and peered at the picture. "Allison?" Had she really been the one to kill Erica?
Suddenly, a series of footsteps climbing towards the bedroom sounded and the two males rushed out the window, climbing back atop the roof before leaping down the building and taking off running. Isaac's body fueled by a fire, an intense feeling igniting his bones. He was enraged at the discovery. How could one of their classmate's kill Erica? How could this have happened?
"Allison did it." Isaac told the others who occupied the loft.
"Allison?" Jackson questioned, a laugh spilling from his lips. "There's no way."
"It was her." Boyd confirmed.
"Then we find her and question her." Derek concluded, his emerald hues boring into the picture of Allison with a blonde woman. "I think I've found the other hunters, too." He let the others know.
"Who are they?"
"I need to investigate further." Derek told Scott.
"Okay. We'll watch Allison at school."
Slurping through his straw, Stiles polished off the juice box. He and Scott were in the courtyard at the college, eating their lunch together. Stiles had a lot of questions racing through his mind; why did Lydia really ask for that bat? Did she know about Allison and the hunters? What did Allison know exactly? Were they aware that they had killed Erica? Why were they there that night? He breathed out a sigh, his chestnut hues peering at the ground.
Jackson walked up and plucked the juice box from Stiles. He crushed it in his hands.
"Hey!"
"It's annoying to hear you slurping all the way across the campus." He tossed the crushed box into Stiles' lap.
Stiles made a face, mouthing what Jackson said, mocking him.
The muscular male took a seat next to Scott.
"Have you seen Allison yet?"
"No. She hasn't showed up today which is odd for her."
"Lydia too." Stiles piped up.
"What do you mean Lydia?" Jackson asked, his face perplexed.
"She asked for my bat on the same night Allison was in the woods. Coincidence? Probably not. They are best friends after all." Stiles explained.
Jackson huffed. "Just because they're best friends doesn't mean Lydia knows too."
Stiles and Scott looked at each other and then back to Jackson. "She knows." They both said in unison. They were best friends too and best friends shared everything. They had to suspect that Lydia was aware of the wolfy problem in Beacon Hills.
"You two are so lame sometimes." Jackson told them before rising from where he sat. He was getting ready to leave before he caught a glimmer of chocolate hair in the corner of his eye. It was Allison.
"What'd they say?" Allison asked Lydia, her voice hushed.
"I told them I'd reveal their secret unless they trained me." Lydia responded, pulling out the Winchester journal from her bag. "And they gave me this to look over. I've been doing some research and it isn't just werewolves that exist. There's vampires, ghosts, demons, angels, shapeshifters, literally almost anything under the sun that we thought was a myth isn't." The redhead explained, her own voice low. Little did they know that there were two werewolves eavesdropping on their conversation.
Jackson looked stunned but his face instantly turned to that of amusement, a grin plastered across his lips. "Looks like she does know."
"What are they saying?" Stiles wondered, whispering to Scott.
"Shh." Scott kept his eyes firmly on the pair.
"Come on," Stiles mouthed.
"What about Erica? Does anybody know about what really happened to her?" Lydia asked.
"I don't think so." Allison returned, looking to the ground. Guilt washed over her entire form once again. She blinked away heavy tears that swelled in her eyes. "We should just keep it between us. Who knows what else is lurking behind every corner of the school?"
