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"Several Beacon Hills High School students have been identified as victims in the recent shooting that happened last Friday. Though no bodies were found, there were blood samples at the crime scene that have been matched with a group of students whose names shall remain classified. The school has been shut down for an indefinite amount of time while the police continue to investigate. At this moment, the motive of the shooters is still unknown and police suspect that it may have been an act of extreme vandalism. All we know about the students involved is that they seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time..."

"Vandalism my ass," Stiles said as he turned down the volume of the television. Scott, Isaac and Stiles sat in Scott's living room as they watched the scene on television. It had been two days since the attack on the school and everyone in town was talking about what happened, all of them arriving at completely wrong conclusions. Luckily the rest of the pack and the Argents had made it out alive, but there had been no sign of Rina or the hunters. Isaac had been staying with Scott the past few days since under Derek's orders no one was to go near any of their usual hide-outs.

It was clear that the event had taken its toll on everyone involved, but Isaac was especially damaged. He could barely bring himself to get out of bed or speak to anyone. His eyes were red and had dark circles around them. He constantly looked sick and his expression rarely changed. The only fortunate thing to come out of this was not having to go to school for a while because he knew he would not have been able to function knowing what happened. The thought of what could have happened to Rina was making him insane. The looming full moon wasn't making things any easier.

As for the others, their parents had been extremely freaked out after it had been discovered that they were involved in the attack. The only reason Stiles was even allowed out of his house was because his father did not trust him to stay at home alone and preferred he at least go to Melissa's where he could be supervised.

"So what do we do now?" Stiles asked.

"I don't know," Scott replied. "We need to find out what happened to Rina."

Isaac shivered inside when he heard her name. It brought him physical pain to think about her but it was worse when other people brought it up.

"I know my dad went to question people about her," Stiles said. "Not that it will help much. But at least they're looking."

"I talked to Chris and he said he's got his men searching for where Gerard might be hiding out now," Scott added. "Derek and Peter are looking for him too."

"Do you think he's gonna be ok?" Stiles whispered to Scott, as if Isaac couldn't hear them.

"I don't know," Scott whispered back. "He's taken so much already, I'm worried this might break him."

"You know I can hear you, right?" Isaac said exasperatedly, surprising the other two boys who had not heard him say a word in days.

"I'm sorry, Isaac," Scott said sympathetically. "I'm sure she's still alive, and we're going to find her."

"I know she's still alive," Isaac said with complete authority.

"What? How?" Stiles asked.

"You can feel her, can't you? Like she's a part of you?" Scott inquired.

"She is a part of me," Isaac said. "Our souls are tethered."

"Is that anything like GPS because that would be really helpful right now?" Stiles said, trying to break the tension, prompting Scott to give him a sharp look.

"Look, Isaac, I know how you feel-" Scott began.

"No you don't. I can feel that she's still alive. I know her heart is beating and it scares me to know that any second that feeling could stop," Isaac said. "You couldn't possibly know how that feels." He got up off of the couch and went into the guest room he had been occupying. All he wanted was to be alone. He wanted people to stop telling him that everything would be alright because he knew how it felt to be disappointed and he wanted to save himself the trouble of seeing his hopes come crashing down around him yet again.

"What brings you here, officer?" the woman said as she leaned casually against the open door, blowing puffs of smoke into the sheriff's face.

"I'm looking for Rina Lebedeva," Sheriff Stilinski stated, smoke stinging his eyes. "You're Julie, her legal guardian, correct?"

"Sure am," Julie replied. "What'd she do this time?"

"She's missing, actually," the sheriff replied, disgusted by the woman's complete lack of concern for the girl. "I wanted to ask when you last heard from her?"

"What do you mean missing?" the woman asked through a puff of her cigaret. "She's probably just out partying or something."

"The lab results from the crime scene at the school came back recently and her blood was a match. All of the other students identified in the incident are safe, but she is the only one who has not turned up." Stilinksi explained. "So no, I don't think she's out partying."

"Um, I don't know," Julie answered. "Maybe a few days ago."

"Could you be more specific?" the sheriff asked.

"I know she left for school on Friday," the woman said.

"And you haven't heard from here since then? Not even a text or a call?" the sheriff inquired.

"I don't think she has a phone," Julie said.

"This makes me wonder how fit you are to be a guardian if you haven't even noticed she is missing," the sheriff said bluntly.

"Well," Julie said, caught off guard. "She normally comes and goes as she pleases. She's quite independent so its never been an issue-"

"She's sixteen," the sheriff said. "You are supposed to make sure she is safe."

The woman did not know what to say. Even though she had never really cared for the girl, she was unjustly defensive of her parenting skills.

"Is that all?" Julie asked impatiently.

"I guess so. We'll be in touch," he said as he turned away from the woman and headed towards his car.

The sound of yelling woke Rina up as it did most days. She looked over at the clock and realized she did not have much time to get ready. She did not want to upset anyone so she quickly got dressed for church. She chose a black dress with a white collar and then brushed her hair, adding a black velvet ribbon in it. She tiptoed down the stairs, passing several framed pictures of saints that always seemed to be staring at her. The yelling turned to a soft whisper. She stopped on the middle step and crouched down so she would not be seen as she listened in. She heard as they spoke in Russian and tried translate what was being said in her head.

"We should put her away," one of the voices said. Rina quickly recognized that it was her mother. "There are many places for children like her."

"No hospital can help her," came the voice of her father. "She is a demon. She has brought evil into our home. Only God can save us from her."

"What do we do?" her mother asked, fear ringing through her voice. "The church refused to help us."

"We should bring her to Father Dementyev," her father answered. "He will do it."

Rina began to become frightened as she heard them talk about her. She knew the name of the man they spoke of. He was known for riding people of the demons that possessed them. His patients often went mad and died soon after he treated them. The thought of being taken to him scared Rina more than anything.

She knew she frightened her parents, but she didn't mean to. The things she did were accidents. She could not control what was happening to her. Rina ran back up the stairs and into her room. She grabbed her small backpack and began to stuff it with clothes. Then she climbed out of the window and onto the ledge outside of her room. She took a deep breath and jumped, landing in the grass below her window. Then she picked up her bag and began to run down the street. She turned off of the road and ran into the surrounding forest. After a few more minutes of running her small legs couldn't handle it anymore and she collapsed onto the ground. She began to sob into her hands. She looked up and for a split second she thought she saw a boy running through the woods off in the distance. In her distraction she did not notice what was going on behind her. Then, all of a sudden she felt a pair of hands lift her up.

She looked up to see the face of Father Dementyev staring down at her. She screamed as loud as she could, but he put his hand over her mouth, silencing her. She kicked her legs and tried to escape but she couldn't break free of his grip. Rina was scared and didn't know what do do. A strange feeling began to take over her body. She looked down at her hands and noticed they were glowing bright blue. She screamed as she felt the most wretched feeling travel up her entire body. It felt like she was on fire from the inside out. The intense burning rivaled any other pain she had ever felt.

The sudden shock to her system ripped Rina away from the nightmare she had been in. The room began to spin before her eyes. Once her vision started to focus she realized that she was now fully awake and did not know where she was. The last memories she had were of fighting in the woods with the pack. Then everything else went black. An entire chunk of time was missing from her. She figured out she must have been captured. She looked around, taking in her surroundings. She was in cold, damp room with no natural source of light. The only light in the room was provided by a few dim, rusty metal lanterns that hung from the ceiling.

Rina looked down at herself. Her clothes were covered in dirt and blood. She looked like she had been dragged through hell. She tried to move her hands, only to realize they were completely bound by thick leather straps and chains. She was tied to a small, wooden chair that was placed curiously in a shallow pool of water that her feet dangled in.

"Water and electricity," a deep, shaky voice called out from the darkness. "A combination more polarizing than water and oil. You've got to just love science."

"What do you want with me?" Rina said, almost growling with rage.

"It's about time you're up," the man continued. "You've been out for a few days now, haven't you? I was worried it would take your little prince to come wake you up. And we couldn't have that now, could we?"

"You must be Gerard," Rina said as she stared intensely at the man through the tangled, black hair that was covering her face. She never took her eyes off of him while he paced through the room, nearing her. "You're going to regret this," she said in a low tone as she watched the man.

"My conscience is not as strong as you might think," Gerard said. "Once I've gained all of your power I won't have time to think about such trifling matters as morality."

"I didn't mean killing me," she said. "You won't live to see that happen."

"Such an audacious girl," Gerard mused. "Very brave too, not unlike my own daughter, may she rest in peace."

"I don't give a shit about your family," Rina spat.

"Just as yours didn't care about you," Gerard said.

"I'm better off without them," Rina replied.

"Is that why you ended up as a teenage delinquent mixed up with a pack of werewolves?" Gerard said.

"You know, you talk a lot of game for someone who is very slow to act," Rina retorted.

"I assume you're referring to the fact that you are still alive," Gerard replied. "The answer to that is simple. You're just not quite ready yet."

"What does that mean?" Rina asked, unamused.

"You've had a serious power drain," Gerard said. "And there is no point killing you for your powers if they are not fully intact, is there?"

"So you're fattening me up," Rina said. "I see. Gives me more time though."

"Oh, you will find that these walls are pretty impenetrable," Gerard said. "They are also guarded by several hunters who are under strict instruction not to let you leave here alive. Which reminds me-"

"Of what?" Rina said with faux concern.

"That we will be needing to replace one of them soon," he said. He took a small two-way radio out from his pocket and began to mumble something into it. Within seconds a guard was down there, waiting for orders.

"What can I do for you sir?" the guard asked nervously.

"Our guest Rina here is hungry," Gerard said.

"I will bring her some food from upstairs," the guard replied.

"That won't be necessary," Gerard said as he thrust a taser into the man's side. The guard's body seized as he fell to the ground where he continued to convulse. After receiving a signal from Gerard, two more guards came in and lifted the body from the ground, restricting him with their combined strength. Rina watched with confusion as they came towards her. "Don't be worried. This is the part where you get your powers back."

"No," Rina shouted as the men came toward her. She now knew what they were doing. They were going to force her to drain the life out of the guard. To kill another to make her more powerful. "I won't do it," she screamed.

"It's not like you haven't before," Gerard said bitterly.

Rina remembered what it felt like to take the hunter's life several weeks ago all too well. Even though it was an accident it still haunted her. She did not ever want to feel that darkness inside her again. But this time she had no choice. She thrashed violently in the chair that she was bound to, trying to avoid the guard's grasp. The guard violently grabbed her by the head, holding her still while the other brought the man closer to her. She tried to summon all of the will power she had not to drain him. She resisted as long as she could, but eventually her body caved in. It was starved for power and could not control itself. The life began to leave the man's eyes and his body became limp. Soon he collapsed to the floor, a cold, lifeless mass. Rina felt her body become stronger. But her mind was sickened. She could feel the impurity of her body's actions course through her veins. The darkness began to creep up on her again.

Since his blow-up at Scott earlier Isaac had been holed up in the guest room he occupied for hours. He tried to fall asleep but his mind would not let him. Instead it raced uncontrollably and kept him awake, thinking about all the possibilities of what could be happening to Rina. He stared at the patterns formed by the cracks in the ceiling, trying to calm his brain down. He tried to empty his mind of all distractions and just relax.

After a while his mind had become so tired that it finally gave up and let him fall asleep. As he dozed off the world around him began to fade away. The walls started to disappear and the floor gave way to the earth. Before he knew it he was in the forest. He looked out and saw nothing but tall trees for miles. The dirt beneath his bare feet was cold and wet and the sun was blocked by a wall of leaves. Like a curious child Isaac took a slow step forward. The sound of a twig breaking underneath his foot caused him to freeze, surveying the area with his heightened vision. Realizing it was his own self that had startled him he continued walking.

He slowly meandered through the woods unaware of where he was going. It was like something in his subconscious was guiding him through the unfamiliar territory. He eventually came to a small fork. Not knowing which path to chose, he stood still. He stared down one path, and then the other, both ominous mysteries unfolding before him. After a moment had passed, a small, black bird landed on his shoulder, piercing his skin with its claws. Then it flew away down the path on the left side. Isaac's body began to move, following the bird. He walked a little ways and then the bird disappeared. He turned around, searching for the creature. Then he spotted it perched high up in a tree. It flew away again, this time heading away from the path.

Isaac followed the bird yet again. The forest was getting easier to maneuver through as the woods became more tame. He came upon a section of the forest where there were less trees, but there was something else that began to spring up. As he came closer he began to recognize the all too familiar shapes. They were headstones; hundreds of them. They were all different sizes and designs. He recognized many of them, some of which he had put there himself. As he wandered deeper into the cemetery, the headstones began to become more unfamiliar. He had never been this far out into the grounds before. Here there was a much more sinister feeling. He walked past frightening statues and giant tombs. Simple, modern headstones began to give way to ancient ones, most of which were covered with weeds. It gave Isaac a chilling feeling to be back in the cemetery he had once been a slave to.

For a moment he thought he heard the sound of a girl scream in the distance. He turned around and saw nothing behind him. He decided that his mind was playing tricks on him and continued to walk through the cemetery. His eye was caught by a statue off in the distance. From where he stood he could make out that it was of a woman. Her face carried a harrowing expression. Isaac felt like she was staring into him. He began to move towards the statue, which was surrounded by thorny weeds. He tried his best to keep walking, but he was being scratched by branches and sinking into the wet mud. As he took another step he lost his footing and tripped. He fell hard on the ground and began to roll down a steep hill. His momentum was broken by a large log that was lying across the forest floor.

His fall had jilted him out of the daze he was in. He was wide awake and completely unaware of where he was or how he got there. He felt the bitter cold pierce his skin and when he looked down he realized he was barefoot, his only clothes were his boxers. He looked around, desperately trying to find something familiar that could tell him where he was, but he found nothing.

He sprang to his feet which were cut up and bleeding from stray branches and rocks. His mind was racing and he did not know what to do. Then, off in the distance he heard a noise: the howl of his alpha. He used the call to guide him through the woods and back to civilization. By the time he had reached Scott's house it was past midnight.

"Where the hell were you?" Derek shouted as Isaac walked through the McCall's front door. "Did I not tell you to stay here?"

"I don't know," Isaac honestly replied.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Derek shouted.

"The last thing I remember is falling asleep," Isaac explained. "And when I woke up I was in the cemetery."

"What, like you were sleepwalking?" Derek asked irritably.

"Kind of," Isaac said. "But I felt like I was being led. Like there was a reason I was doing it. I just don't know what."

"Interesting," Derek muttered.

"What?" Isaac said, confused by his alpha's sudden change in tone.

"Scott, I want you to look after for Isaac tonight," Derek ordered. "Don't let him go anywhere. I'll be back early in the morning after your mom leaves."

"Ok," Scott agreed. "What do you think is happening to him?"

"I don't know exactly, but it might get us somewhere," Derek said, turing to walk out the door and disappearing into the night.

The next morning, right after Scott's mother left for work, Derek's black Camero pulled up into Scott's driveway. He stepped out of the car and entered Scott's house, Peter trailing behind him.

"Get up boys," Derek said after hearing they were still sleeping.

After a few minutes the three boys lazily descended the stairs. "Derek it's six am," Scott said.

"Oh sorry, I didn't realize this was something that could wait," Derek retorted.

"Did you find out anything?" Isaac asked.

"Yes," Peter replied. "We think your connection to Rina is allowing her to control you subconsciously, like I was with Lydia."

"You what?" Stiles exclaimed.

"That's not important right now," Peter added, changing the subject. "This is about Isaac, Stiles, don't be selfish."

"The point is, you probably weren't just sleepwalking," Derek continued. "We think there was meaning to your dream."

"You think Rina led him to her?" Scott asked.

"Hopefully," Derek said. "Isaac, can you remember where you were when you woke up?"

"Um, kind of," Isaac answered. "I mean, it just looked like any part of the forest. But it was a part I'd never been to before. There was a fork in the road and I went down the path to the left. Then we wen't off the path for awhile-"

"I'm sorry, we?" Stiles interrupted.

"Yeah, there was this bird," Isaac explained. "It was sort of, directing me."

"That's not crazy at all," Stiles said.

"Shut up Stilinski," Derek demanded. "What else happened?"

"Uh, I ended up in the graveyard," Isaac continued. "But it sort of just appeared, like I didn't take a normal route into it. Then I wandered out into a part of it I had never seen before. Everything there was really old and in ruins."

"We can probably pick up your scent and trace where you were."

"Ok then, let's get going," Isaac said, eager to find Rina.

"Not so fast," Derek said. "Full moon Is tonight. You think you can control it?"

"You've only been through one," Scott added. "It's pretty risky."

"I can control it," Isaac staid defensively. "Don't think I'm not coming on the rescue mission for my own girlfriend."

"Ok," Derek said after a long pause. "But don't let me regret this."

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