Chapter 25

At night, the spirit of the Huntress took over Diana's body.

The Huntress and her Maidens journeyed to the sewers. Somehow Diana knew where she was going, her eyes glowing a steady silver.

Finally, they found themselves in a dank, dripping chamber. Tanks filled with green fluid gurgled at them as they passed. Diana passed a hand over one of the tanks, a figure floating inside. Flashes of memory passed behind her eyes. Of a concentration camp. And of an Alpha werewolf, in an SS uniform. This werewolf had killed her in a previous life. And obtained the gift of persuasion, to control others with only a few words.

A black gurney lay beyond the tanks, with leather straps half slid out of their buckles. The cushions glistened darkly with new blood stains. On stainless steel tables were an array of macabre drills, hammers and other medical tools.

"The Dread Doctors," the Huntress stated. "They have corrupted the children here. They will die because of them breaking the supernatural lies. We must find these children."

"Yes Huntress," the girls answered. They hadn't invited Kira. The Huntress though not to, as the kitsune's loyalties were not known.

"Cora and Bryn, you will attempt to extract the children before the Doctors. Inform the True Alpha as well. Melina, see if there is a way to track more of these children through the hospital. Not all of them are on the list. And Erika, you will accompany me for my hunt of the Doctors."

The Huntress studied the tank containing the Alpha werewolf. She patted it almost fondly.

"Soon," she murmured to it.

…

Liam hit the wall with a heavy thud. The rain fell down hard outside, the little arch under the school shielding them from the onslaught. Pushing himself up, he spotted Scott attempting to fend the strange shapeshifter off. His glowing blue claws were bright in the stormy darkness.

The shapeshifter lashed out with a backhanded blow, Scott staggering with the impact. Liam wanted to rush to his Alpha. But his shoulder had popped out of its socket. He needed someone to pop it back in before he could fight again.

Kira raced out of the rain, flicking out her belt-sword. It flashed silver as she swung it, her opponent dodging neatly away. Soon enough, she was knocked to the ground.

Scott made another charge at him. Just as another werewolf, eyes blazing gold, came from behind, shoving at the shapeshifter. It was enough for the two of them to subdue the creature.

…..

The new werewolf was named Theo. Theo Raeken. He, Scott and Stiles used to be friends when they were younger, until the death of his little sister caused his entire family to pack up their things and move as far away from Beacon Hills as possible.

Despite the fact that Theo was nice and was keen to help out in any way possible, Stiles refused to trust him. Something was just off about him. Isaac felt the same, when he finally met him.

Him and his former Alpha Derek had left to gather more allies. Isaac had come back with Braeden, while Derek was retrieving some friends from Mexico.

And this new Dread Doctors thing. Another pile on top of the shitpile of trouble that was the Huntress problem.

Then there was Malia. Malia was still missing. He had a gut feeling that it had to do with her mother, only known by her assassin moniker the Desert Wolf.

So first, he called Mr. Tate to update him, who was on a business trip. Since Malia had come back, the man had turned over a new leaf and got a new contracting job as a provider for hunting shops. He had studied up on hunting since he went after the coyote that he thought killed his family. Who happened to be his daughter.

Mr. Tate told him he would be coming back as soon as possible, and to look again around his house to see if there were any clues to Malia's disappearance. Stiles had technically already looked without his permission, when she was gone for 24 hours.

He quickly glanced around. Despite needing a dusting, the Tates' house hadn't changed. No one else had been there. He checked each room again as well.

Stiles paused in Malia's room. Her sheets were just the way she left them; in chaotic disarray, most of them half off the bed. Open textbooks littered her desk, some covered with red highlighting. The detective in him told him not to disturb the crime scene. But the sight of her messy bed really had to be fixed and she already had been gone for so long. So he straightened the sheets somewhat.

An envelope fell from within the sheets. It had been torn open neatly at the top. Stiles pulled out the letter inside. It was stamped with a familiar eagle symbol. The symbol of the Desert Wolf.

He quickly read the letter. He ran out the door as fast as he could.