'No I'm not just letting you leave them here' Stiles protested from where he remained kneeling by Jessica's and Lydia's bloodied bodies.
'You don't have a choice Stiles. Your coming with me' Peter told him, leaving no room for argument as he wiped his mouth free of blood with a napkin.
'Just kill me. Look, I don't care anymore.' Stiles told him, brokenly glancing down at the two girls but Peter sighed in annoyance walking forward and digging a claw under Stiles' chin forcing him to stand up.
Stiles' breathing became shaky as Peter continued to hold a claw against his chin before he removed it. 'Call your friend. Tell Jackson where they are. That's all you get.' He said and Stiles pulled out his phone as Peter walked away.
Allison came stumbling out of the bus, still in shock having just seen Scott transform into a werewolf before her very eyes after he was almost run over by her dad and some other hunter. She almost collapses to the floor but feels her father's arm wrap around her, keeping her upright.
She looks up at him, the shock of the events clear in her eyes 'It's all right.' Chris tried to reassure his daughter but she shook her head.
'No.'
'You're okay.' Chris assured, holding his daughter close to him 'You're okay, baby.' He helped guide her to the car as she continued to look close to collapse.
'Jess! Jessica! Wake up! Please wake up!' the girl in question blinked sleepily, opening her eyes to see a panicking Jackson hovering above her. Everything hit her like a moving train and she quickly bolted upright looking around the field. There was no sign of Peter but there was also no sign of Stiles, only a still unconscious Lydia Martin and a freaked out Jackson Whittemore.
'What the hell happened?!' Jackson yelled at her, looking terrified and clearly wanting some answers.
'Don't worry just get Lydia some help now!' Jessica yelled at him and Jackson nodded, scooping the strawberry blonde into his arms, dashing away from the field.
Jessica pulled out her phone and immediately tried calling Stiles. She listened to it ring again and again. 'Come on Stiles, pick up, pick up, pick up' she begged to answer.
She sighed exasperated and after the third try she gave up. Scott was almost impossible to reach now that his phone was missing so she didn't know what to do.
A sudden scream of pain caught her attention. 'Scott' she breathed out and quickly dashed in the direction of the shout, racing into the woods.
Stiles' jeep zoomed down the road in silence. Stiles continued to grip the steering wheel sighing. 'Don't feel bad. If she lives, she'll become a werewolf. She'll be incredibly powerful.' Peter refers to Lydia, knowing that Jessica would be fine because she already was one.
'Yeah, and once a month, she'll go out of her freaking mind and try to tear me apart.' Stiles said, remembering Scott's full moon all too vividly.
'Well, actually, considering that she's a woman - twice a month.' Peter pointed out and Stiles stared at him disbelief before he faced the road.
A ceramic vase smashed against the fire place inside the Argent household. Kate watched from her place in the couch as her brother leaned against the fireplace, 'Feeling better?' She questioned.
'Don't push me, Kate!' Chris yelled, shutting her up staring down at the pieces of broken plaster.
'I thought it was a pretty healthy display of aggression, actually.' Kate says and Chris turns on her.
'You told her.' He accuses.
'She found out.'
'Don't think I don't know about the clues that you've been leaving, starting with that necklace. She knows because you wanted her to.' Chris yells pointing at her accusingly.
'Because she needs to.' Kate retorted angrily and defensively.
'Why are you back here? You hate this town. I had a network of names I could've called a lot closer than you. But you called first.' Chris wondered.
'So now you don't want my help?' Kate laughed.
'I'm not sure I know who you're helping.'
'Oh, come on' Kate exasperated in disbelief. 'I'm here to catch the Alpha. Remember the one running around here, killing people at random?' Kate says and Chris leans down to collect the broken pieces of the vase.
'Not random.' He shakes his head.
'What?' Kate asked confused.
'Tyhurst said that Sheriff Stilinski can connect every murder back to the Hale fire.' Chris explained looking back at her.
Kate was silent for a moment before she spoke up 'Well, then that's even more reason for her to know, 'cause they've always blamed us for that fire. It had to have been Derek and some other relative. But I guarantee they're circling around to us as their last targets.'
'I know. It's why you're taking Allison out of here tonight. You're gonna drive her to the house in Washington, and you will stay there until I call.' Chris orders and Kate laughs standing up.
'Are you kidding me? You're gonna bench your star player in the last quarter?' Chris throws down the pieces and faces her angrily.
'Get your things. I want the two of you on the road within the hour.' He orders and Kate looks at him before smiling, walking away and Chris turns to stare into the fire.
Victoria Argent pulls back some clothes in Allison's closet, the girl in question on her bed still in her formal clothes, hugging a pillow on her lap, staring off into the distance. 'I'm not sure how long you'll be. You want me to pick out anything specific? Sweetheart?' Victoria questions, looking at her when she gets no reply.
'I just saw my boyfriend turn into a werewolf.' Allison says still in a state of disbelief and shock.
'All right. I'll grab some things myself.' Victoria chuckled, grabbing another piece of clothing when Allison's phone went off. Victoria grabbed it before Allison could, denying the call, putting it back on the desk.
'Who was that? Was that Scott?' Allison questions.
'No. Somebody named Jackson.' Victoria says.
'What are you gonna do to him?' Allison wonders.
'That depends. We have a sort of moral code we follow. Especially when they're that young.' Victoria explains.
'Scott didn't kill anybody. He couldn't -' 'This is all part of a longer conversation.' Victoria interrupts.
'I wanna know now. Right now.' Allison demands but her mother turns around sharply.
'What you want right now doesn't matter. What you need is to stay quiet. You're catching a glimpse of something you are not quite ready to see, and there are others outside of this family who are not ready for you to see it. Staying quiet is the best protection. Do you understand?' Allison nods timidly. 'Say it!'.
'I understand.' Allison whispers, almost frightened of her mother right now.
'That's my girl. Now grab a few warm coats. It'll probably be cold up there.' Victoria said, turning back to the closet.
Chris walks out of the house and over to the car that already had both Kate and Allison inside. 'You know you can't do this without me. You're not gonna find him on your own.' Kate says but Chris ignores her turning to his daughter instead.
'We're gonna talk about everything, I promise. Call me when you get there.' He says and Allison nods. Kate drives away and Victoria turns to her husband.
'Is she right? Can you find the Alpha?' She questioned.
'No. But Scott McCall can. And I know how to find him.'
Stiles drives into an almost empty parking garage building, skidding to a stop. The two pile out but before stiles could move Peter grabs his collar from behind and drags him over to a car. 'Whose car is this?' Stiles wonders as Peter bring out a set of keys.
'It belonged to my nurse.' He said opening the trunk.
'What happened to your n - Oh, my God!' Stiles shouted in alarm, seeing Peter's dead nurse in the trunk. Peter reaches in and grabs a bag, throwing it at Stiles, whom continues to stare down at the trunk and body.
'I got better.' Peter shrugged like it was no big deal before closing the trunk.
Scott leaned against the wall in the clinic, hearing the conversation he had with his mom before he left 'You need to tell her how you feel. Tell her anything and everything you want.'
'Everything?' Scott banged his head against the wall, barely holding back another sob.
Allison looked out the window of the car, replaying what had happened in the formal with Scott 'Why did you do that?'
'Because I love you.' She heard Scott say and she closed her eyes seeing Scott smiling at her before the image faded and another took its place. This time Scott appeared as werewolf looking up at her, the image disappeared as Allison opened her eyes.
'Scott!' A voice suddenly echoed through the clinic and a bloody Jessica, still in her torn formal dress, ran into the office. She sighed in relief when she saw her brother, hurrying over to him. 'What happened? Are you hurt?' She asked, immediately checking him over but he pulled away from her.
'Scott, what happened?' Jessica pressed on worried.
Scott choked back a sob 'Allison knows and so does her father'. Jessica felt herself physically deflate at his words.
'How?' Scott told his sister what had happened between the buses and she felt a whole range of emotions, anger at the hunters, but sadness for Scott and Allison both.
Scott glanced up then and saw the blood marks scattered across her skin and how her dress was torn. With his mind clearing, he checked her over, questioning her like she had done moments previous. 'What happened?! Are you hurt?!' He demanded but she shrugged him off.
'I'm fine, Peter showed up. He attacked Lydia so I attacked him. I can't remember much but I think he was looking for Derek' Jessica shrugged, not understanding how she knew that exactly.
'Derek ... Derek that's it. We have to find him!' Scott exclaimed, standing up.
'What how?' Jessica wondered confused. Derek had been taken by the Argents. If he was still alive, they had absolutely no leads on where they would hide him.
'I don't know' Scott deflated and the twins sat in silence. Suddenly dogs in the next room started going berserk, barking loudly until a loud howl echoed.
The two glanced at each other and understanding washed over both their faces before they bolted out of the clinic together, determination burning in their eyes as they shone a bright molten gold.
'Good luck getting a signal down here.' Stiles told him sarcastically. Peter pulled out a small device handing it to Stiles. 'Oh, MiFi.' He observe red, because of course. Then he pulled out a laptop 'And you're a Mac guy. Does that go for all werewolves, or just a personal preference?'
Peter glared at him. 'Turn it on. Get connected.'
'You know, you're really killing the whole werewolf mystique thing here.' Stiles snapped before connecting the laptop to the Internet 'Look, you still need Scott's username and password, and I'm sorry, but I don't know them.'
'You know both of them.' Peter argued.
'No, I don't.' Stiles shook his head and Peter looked at him exasperated.
'Even if I couldn't hear your heartbeat, I would still be able to tell that you're lying.'
'Dude, I swear to God -' Peter slammed Stiles down onto the hood of the car and the teenager gasped in pain.
'I can be very persuasive, Stiles. Don't make me persuade you.' Peter warned.
Jackson exited the hospital elevator, holding the back of his neck. 'Where is she?' He wondered, walking through the hall until he saw Lydia in a glass room on a hospital bed with an oxygen mask over his face.
'Hey. Hey!' The sheriff suddenly snapped from beside him, turning Jackson around to face him. 'What the hell happened to that girl?' He demanded answers, pointing at Lydia.
'I - I don't know. I went out looking for her -' 'What, you just happened to wander into the middle of that field and you just found her there like that? Don't lie to me, son.' The sheriff interrupted.
'No, I -' the sheriff grabbed Jackson's suit jacket pining him against the wall
'Hey! What happened to her?' He demanded.
'This isn't my fault!' Jackson yelled angrily.
'She's your girlfriend! That's your responsibility!' The Sheriff shouted back.
'No, she's not, okay? She didn't go to the formal with me.' Jackson pointed out.
'Then who'd she go with?' Stilinski asked through a clenched jaw.
'Do you really wanna know? She went with Stiles.' Jackson said and the Sheriff's face morphed into another expression.
'What?'
'Stiles took her.' Jackson sighed and the sheriff released him. Jackson looked back towards Lydia while Stiles' dad turned to the deputy beside him.
'Somebody better find my son.'
'What happens after you find Derek?' Stiles questioned Peter while he hunches over the laptop typing.
'Don't think, Stiles. Type.' Peter growled, annoyed at the teenage boy's constant questions. He was regretting ever taking him now.
'You're gonna kill people, aren't you?' Stiles sighs.
'Only the responsible ones.'
'Look, if I do this, you have to promise to leave Scott and Jess out of it.' Stiles says and Peter rolls his eyes at the bargain sighing.
'Do you know why wolves hunt in packs? It's because their favorite prey are too large to be brought down by one wolf alone. I need Derek, Jess and Scott. I need all of them.'
'That's why you just tried to kill Jess right?' Stiles bites angrily, the image of Jessica being tossed threw a bunch of computers at the hospital flashed through his mind before it was replaced by an image of a pale unconscious Jessica. 'Scott's not going to help you. You tried killing his sister and turning his mom!' He snapped angrily.
'Oh, he will though. Because it'll save Allison. And you will, because it will save Scott. Your best friend whom you know so well, you even have his username and password.' He says and Stiles sighs before he turns to the laptop and types in Scott's username 'His username is "Allison"?' Peter asks in disbelief before Stiles types in the password 'His password is also "Allison"?'
'Still want him in your pack?' Stiles says turning to him and funnily enough Peter clenched his jaw turning around. Teenagers.
Scott and Jessica crawled their way up separates rocks on the cliff, overlooking Beacon Hills, the moonlight shined down on them as the toss lights flickered from down below. They had both managed to change out of their formal clothing, wearing casual jackets, jeans and shirts.
They both glanced at each other, their eyes burning gold as they transformed together before looking over the town. Reading their heads back, the twins both let out two separate howls that echoed throughout the town. Together their howls mixed as one.
Derek still chained up looked up when their howls reached his ears and a determined look crossed his face.
Back in their human form, both Scott and Jessic stepped away from their rocks, waiting and hoping for an answer, though none came.
'We tried' Jessica sighed defeated. Scott nodded disappointed and the siblings turned to leave when they heard it.
A howl, Derek's howl.
They both grinned at each other in triumph that their plan had worked before they bolted away from the cliff, running through the woods in the direction of the howl. they were going to find him.
'Wait, what the - That's where they're keeping him? At his own house?' Stiles muttered confused and Peter stares at the screen before realisation hits him.
'Not at it. Under it. I know exactly where that is.' He says before he hears howls and he turned his head in the direction of them 'And I'm not the only one.'
Allison exits the hospital elevator, her face devoid of all emotion as she walked up to the glass ignoring everyone around her. She saw Lydia on the hospital bed but images of Lydia screaming covered in blood along with room kept flashing through her eyes. Allison places a hand on the glass and jumps when she sees the image again before everything returns to normal and she hears the noises of the hospital.
Leaving her friend Allison, climbs back into the car blank of all emotion 'You getting it now? It's what they do, and they can't help it.' Kate says looking at her niece,
'All of them?'
'Yes, Allison. Even Scott.' Kate says facing forward.
Peter closes the car door, hearing the howls echoing outside still 'Give me your keys.' He says turning to Stiles.
Stiles sighs annoyed, before fishing them out of his pocket. 'Careful. She grinds in second.' Peter take them and bends the keys before holding them up for Stiles to take. 'So you're not gonna kill me?' Stiles asks in surprise as Peter goes for the car door. The alpha turns and looks at him stalking forward 'Oh God.' Stiles mutters.
'Don't you understand yet? I'm not the bad guy here.'
'You turn into a giant monster with red eyes and fangs, and you're not the bad guy here?' Stiles points out and Peter stares at him.
'I like you, Stiles.' Stiles sighed, rolling his eyes 'Since you've helped me, I'm going to give you something in return. Do you want the bite?' Peter offered and the boy looked at him in shock.
'What?'
'Do you want the bite?' Peter as putting emphasis on the word "bite". 'If it doesn't kill you - and it could - you'll become like us.'
'Like you.' Stiles mutters still in shock and Peter nods.
'Yes, a werewolf. Would you like me to draw you a picture?' He speaks exasperated before stepping forward. 'That first night in the woods, I took Scott because I needed a new pack. It could've easily been you. You'd be every bit as powerful as him. No more standing by his side, watching him become stronger, and quicker, more popular, watching him get the girl. You'd be equals. Maybe more.' Stiles remains watching him lost in his thoughts, become a werewolf? Like Scott and Jess? Did he want that?
Peter grabbed Stiles's arm lifting it to his mouth. 'Yes or no?'. Stiles remains in silence, thoughts whizzing through his head but as soon as he saw Peter's fangs, he yanked his arm away.
'I don't wanna be like you.' Stiles stated determined, glaring at the alpha.
'Do you know what I heard just then? Your heart beating slightly faster over the words "I don't want." You may believe that you're telling me the truth, but you are lying to yourself. Goodbye, Stiles.' Peter waves before disappearing inside the car and Stiles goes to say something but keeps his mouth shut instead watching as the werewolf drove away.
Stalking through the woods Scott and Jessica looked out at the burned Hale house. Derek's howls were coming from where that much they knew but it didn't seem like anyone was even inside. Scott was about to stalk forward but she grabbed his arm, snapping her head back.
'What?' He asked but she turned and walked forward, sliding down a hill and finding bars covering a tunnel. Scott hurried after her as she swung the door opened.
The two glanced at each other before opening the small gate and headed inside the small tunnel.