Sorry for this late update. My best friend got hurt and I had to go to the ER and then spend the past few days with her to help her out because her grandma couldn't do it all herself so I couldn't write the last bit of this chapter until I got home. I'm sorry! Anyways, I'm back! I hope you enjoy the new season and the new big bad. I collaborated with Michael the Archangel on the season 4 big bad so let's give them a standing O for all the awesome ideas! I hope you like the new chapter and the outfit and song posts are already up on Tumblr. Sorry if there are some mistakes in this chapter. I tried to edit really quick so I could get it to you guys, so sorry. Enjoy!

I snuck in through the window and once I shut it, I turned around to see Stiles sitting on my bed. I jumped when I saw him. I expected everyone to be in bed. Now what was I supposed to do? "What?" I asked him, noticing his judging stare.

"Where have you been?"

I shrugged while putting my hands on my hips. "Out."

"Bree," Stiles began while looking me up and down. "Do you know what yesterday was?"

I thought back on it and shrugged. "Tuesday."

"Christmas." I bit my lip, not realizing what day it was anymore. "You missed Christmas."

I took a deep breath and threw my hands in the air, beginning to get emotional. "I have to find Derek! He's been missing for weeks."

"Where were you yesterday?" I shrugged and looked around, trying to avoid eye contact. I really didn't want to answer that question. "Bree." He threatened in a voice only Dad would use on me.

"Nevada." I answered slowly, not wanting him to flip out on me.

"Nevada?!" He screamed.

I closed my eyes and let out a sigh. "Yeah."

"Bree," He began in a worried voice.

I threw my hands in the air, not wanting to hear any of it. "What else am I supposed to do?! My visions aren't all that clear and all I saw was Derek in in some desert! He's been gone for weeks and I've spent my time looking for him! Not to mention, I've been having nightmares about everyone around me dying!"

I began to take deep breaths from talking too fast and getting everything I had been holding onto since Derek went missing. Stiles studied me and took a deep breath. "If it's getting this bad and he's been gone for this long, then we all need to find him. Together."


Stiles, Lydia and I walked through the town, taking in our surroundings. It was definitely not what we were used to. "This doesn't seem so bad." Stiles commented.

I looked to him with furrowed eyebrows. The town was pretty bad. "It's not the town, it's the plan." Lydia commented.

"What's wrong with the plan?" I asked while turning to Lydia.

"Bree," She began in a careful voice. "This could be the stupidest plan we've ever come up with." I crossed my arms, annoyed with the two as Lydia turned to Stiles. "You're aware of that, right?"

"I'm aware." Stiles spoke as he looked out at the town. "It's not our best."

I looked at the two I was standing in between and sighed. "We have to save Derek."

"We're going to die." Lydia groaned out.

I let out an angry breath and I am going to be very pissed if anyone backs out on this. Stiles put his arm around me and I leaned to him. He was the one person who knew how bad it had gotten with me and searching for Derek. Granted, he was the only one who lived with me and noticed I was never home. "Are you saying that as a banshee or just being pessimistic?"

She shrugged to his question. "I'm saying it as a person who doesn't want to die."

"Okay," Stiles began in an annoyed voice. "And would you mind restricting any talk of death to any banshee predictions?"

She turned to me with a smile on her face. "This plan is stupid and we're going to die."

"Oh, thank you, Lydia." I told her. I looked down at a rock not far away and moved it directly in her path without lifting a finger. She stumbled over it and once she regained her balance, she looked to me, giving me a glare. "Sorry." I told her in a fake apology. "No one told me to restrict my magic."

"Alright," Stiles said as he stopped walking, turning to us annoyed. "I'm in charge now. I'm calling the shots now." I blinked a couple of times. There was no way he was in charge. I'm in charge. Always. "Both of you shut up and let's find Derek." Both of us raised our eyebrows at him and Stiles had fear all over his face. "Please?"

We both looked at each other and sighed, walking ahead of Stiles. He eventually followed us and we walked to the place we needed to get to as night fell. Lydia held her bag close as we walked up to the doors where two men were guarding. Stiles showed the men our card and he nodded to the camera hanging above the door. We all looked to it, Stiles holding up the card in its direction.

There was a buzz and the door opened. I looked over at Stiles and Lydia and climbed the stairs before either of them. We walked down a dimly lit hall together, the door closing behind us, causing all of us to jump back. We slowly looked back to each other and I grabbed their hands as we finished our trek down the hall. The lights were shaking and Stiles opened up the door to reveal a party going on.

We all walked into the crowded dance floor and made our way to the bar. I looked to the very end of it where I found Mason and Gabe talking like nothing was going on, not even looking in our direction just like the plan.

A man put three shots on the bar right in front of us. I looked to the bartender to question him, but he was already turning around. I thought why the hell not. I picked up the shot and quickly drank it as Stiles pulled out his wallet when I felt someone put their arm around me. I stiffened and turned slightly to see a man with his arm also around Stiles's shoulders. "No. On the house." I looked over at Lydia who was keeping her game face on along with Stiles and I. "Most teenagers don't come across the border and refuse a drink." He commented while looking at Stiles and Lydia's empty glasses.

"We didn't come here to drink." Lydia told him with an eye roll.

I took out the bullet and dropped it into my empty shot glass while turning my head to look him in the eye. "I want to see Araya." I whispered into his ear, leaning close to make it look like nothing was going wrong. To make it look like I was a normal clubber, flirting with someone else. I made sure my pink lips were right in his ear as I whispered, "Take us to her."

He looked to me and smiled slightly before nodding his head towards the crowd. He began to walk ahead of us and I turned around to look at Stiles and Lydia, all of us giving each other an excited look at the fact that it was actually working. We then followed him back into the hallway.

He led us into a door and Araya was sitting in a chair, working on sewing something. I began to get nervous. I had never met this woman, but I heard enough stories from Derek about his time in captivity. I wasn't going to let this fear stop me. I had to find Derek. I needed to find Derek.

They had us sit down. Stiles was on my right. Lydia on my left. Araya still didn't look at us. "Severo hates this music. Me? I've always loved the music of the youth. This kind especially. It has a savage energy."

The way she talked was so slowly. I would be lying if I said it didn't creep me out, but we came here for a reason. "We're here for Derek Hale." Lydia spoke.

"Is that so?"

"We know you have him." I spoke nastily at her which made her stop sewing and look up at me. I gathered together all my queen bee power to give me the dominance of a bitch. "We've heard you could be bought."

Stiles pulled out the money that we had all pooled together. A good majority of it was Jackson's, though. "That's fifty thousand for Derek."

She sighed and put what she was sewing to the side while looking to Stiles. "Now, where does a teenage boy get money like this? Japanese mafia?" We all jumped at the sound next to us which was a girl cocking her gun back. "Not smart to come alone."

We all looked back to her, smirking a little bit. "What makes you think we came alone?" Stiles asked with fake concern.

She stood up slowly with a look of horror. "You brought a wolf into my home?"

I smiled as I leaned forward into the table. "We brought an alpha."

She looked so pissed, it made me smile a little wider. She had sent out all of her goons, leaving just us and Severo. She turned around to look out the window when she finally started speaking again. "My friends, I don't think you're aware of your poor timing. Do you know what the dark moon is?"

"The part of the lunar phase when the moon is least visible in the sky." Lydia spoke as she looked straight ahead.

"But do you know its meaning?"

I sighed and leaned into my chair, replaying Aiden's death in my head, replaying my death in my head. I thought about the month without Derek. I thought about looking for him like a mad woman. I thought about Allison. I hadn't talked to her in a month. It was like she was purposely ignoring me, but I missed her. I needed her back. "People say it's the time of reflection. For grief."

"Grief." She repeated with the nod of the head. "And loss." She turned her head to the side. "I wonder why when you and your friends have suffered so much loss, you would risk it again for someone like Derek Hale."

I made a fist, getting angry with her when I felt Stiles put his hand on mine. "Because we don't like to lose." Stiles spoke.

A voice came on the walkie talkie, telling her that they had checked the perimeter for a wolf. I smiled at the fact that they hadn't found any of them. "Stiles," I heard from the walkie talkie. My smile got a little bit wider at Scott's voice. "Take ten off the table."

Stiles did as he said, taking ten thousand off the table and putting it back in his jacket pocket. "Maybe you should just take the deal." Lydia spoke with a smug smile as Severo exited the room.

She leaned forward, trying to match Lydia's smug smile, but no one could do a cocky smile like Lydia could. "While I am keen to follow the order of a banshee, I'm going to have to decline."

"Come on," I spoke as I crossed my arms. "Just give us Derek. You don't want him anyway. Haven't you noticed what a downer he is? Poor sense of humor and he has poor people skills."

Stiles nodded in agreement. "And that's coming from the person who's in love with him." I nodded in agreement as Lydia also did. "Come on, just take the money."

She smiled at Stiles and pulled out her walkie talkie, still giving us that terrifying smile. "Severo, show them how the Calaveras negotiate."

A gas began to fill the room, causing us all to begin coughing. I didn't know what it was, but it was really good. It had me out in about a minute.


"How long has it been?" Scott asked as he led the way into Deaton's office with Stiles and Lydia behind me.

"Weeks." I told them as I crossed my arms worriedly.

"You know," Scott spoke while looking to me. "He hasn't been answering any of my texts either."

"Has Derek ever answered your texts?" Stiles asked with a confused face.

I rolled my eyes at him and turned to Scott. "Once. Definitely once."

"Well, he answers all of my texts." I told Stiles. "And he needs to check in on me constantly." I shook my head, thinking about the night I knew something was really wrong. "It's not like what dad said. He's not just going to turn up no matter how many missing posters we put around town. Something's really wrong. I can feel it."

Scott nodded while looking at me sympathetically. "I believe you. Especially with that doppelgänger connection you both have."

I turned to Stiles with a smirk. "Thank you, Scott."

He turned to me with an annoyed look. "I'm helping, aren't I?"

Scott pulled out a tin can and put it on the operation table. "I found these in his loft." We all leaned forward to see Stiles pull out a shot gun shell with a skull on it from the can. "I showed it to Deaton and he said that's a mark for a family of hunters based out of Mexico." I looked up at Scott with my thinking face on, trying to remember anything Derek had told me about hunters. "The Calaveras." The name didn't sound familiar at all which was frustrating.

"What would they want with Derek?" Lydia asked while looking back and forth from Scott and me.

Stiles scratched his face uncomfortably before asking, "You don't think they killed him, do you?"

"No." I said quickly. "I definitely would have felt that." Scott looked to me and I shrugged. "He's not dead, but something is seriously wrong with him." I turned to Lydia and moved the shotgun shells to her. "Lyid?"

She sighed and reached in, pulling out all of the shotgun shells and shutting her eyes once it was in the palm of her hand. She let them drop and once they hit the table, I could hear Derek screaming. I shut my eyes tight as the screams racked my brain. It was one of the worse things anyone could have ever done to me. "Lydia? Bree?" Stiles asked.

I opened my eyes and looked to the banshee. "I'm not sure he's alive." She spoke in a low voice.

"What does that mean?" Scott asked in a worried voice.

"There's something not right." I repeated.

Lydia nodded with a thinking face. "We just don't know what it is."

Stiles put his arm around me and I leaned into his shoulder, not able to get this thought out of my mind. "So if the Calaveras have him then how do we find them?"

Scott picked up one of the shotgun shells and stared at the skull as we all looked to our leader. Our alpha. "Mexico."


When I woke up, I was next to Lydia, still in the room. Araya guided us outside and we were now sitting at a table with food. Lydia and I looked at each other nervously, not knowing what expect from this meeting or why it was only us out here. I could see everyone else in a vision. They were put in some dark, dainty room and they were worrying about us. "I have to admit," I looked up, tearing myself out of my vision and realized that she was pouring tea for us. "I don't have much experience with fairies."

"Well that makes two of us," Lydia spoke. "Because I don't have much experience being one."

"I have a feeling you underestimate your abilities." Araya spoke as she stared at Lydia while picking up her tea.

"Trust me," She spoke while looking Araya right in the eye. "You have better luck with tarot cards."

I looked at Lydia, wishing she had more faith in herself like I did. "Let's find out." I looked back to Araya with furrowed eyebrows, not knowing what she was getting at. "Tell me," She looked over at the guards who were standing nearby, but not too close to where they could hear what we were saying. "Which of these men is about to die?"

My eyes grew wide and Lydia turned to me with a panicked look on her face. "How does it work?" Her voice made me jump and I saw that she was peeling an orange with a knife. This woman was insane. "Do you need to touch them? Maybe I give you something they own? Do you need your seelie to give you some kind of permission?" She turned to me and I furrowed my eyebrows at her. What the hell did she just call me? "Or is it simply just a feeling?"

"I told you." Lydia spoke in a desperate voice. "I don't know."

"Just how close to death do they have to be?"

I looked down at her hand and she was tapping the knife like she was getting ready to throw it. "You're a psychopath." I told her in a shaky voice.

She looked to me and smiled. "No, honey. I just like doing things the old fashioned way." She threw the knife and Lydia began to scream. I caught the knife midair with my powers, so close to the man on the right. I let out a few deep breaths and the man looked to me with wide eyes, knowing that he would have died without me. Araya looked at me with an impressed face as I let the knife fall to the ground. "Impressive." I looked to her, still breathing heavily when she picked up another knife and threw it into his chest, not giving me enough time to stop it this time.

We both screamed this time, locking our hands together from fear. "What did you do that for?" Lydia spoke as her breath was heavy from what she had just witnessed.

"He stole from me." She nodded at one of the guards and looked to Lydia. "Take her away."

One of the men went up and began to pick her up as Lydia began to kick and scream. I stood up and looked to the men, worried about what they were going to do with Lydia. "Don't touch her!" I threw my hand back and one of the men fell to the ground, but I didn't even get to stop the other man because he pulled out a gun and aimed it at me.

"I promise you that she won't be harmed." Araya told me as I continued to look at Lydia.

A tear fell down her face, causing one to fall down mine. I took a deep breath and nodded at Lydia, trying to help her be strong. She took a deep breath and got rid of all emotion on her face, nodding in return. They took Lydia away and I turned to Araya. "She better be safe."

"She will." She told me with a nod. She gestured back to the chair with an overly polite smile. "Sit down." I loudly moved the chair back so I could sit back down and continued to glare at her. She picked her tea up and began to study me. "Honestly, the youngest seelie I've ever met and the most caring. I've never seen one care so much about the members in their court."

I shook my head while furrowing my eyebrows. "What is that you keep calling me? A seelie?"

She smiled as she leaned back into her seat. "You really don't know much about your world, do you?"

I shook my head. "My mother died before she could explain this world to me."

"And your little warlock hasn't helped you much?"

I shook my head. "We've been looking for Derek."

She sighed as she put her tea back down. "You really do love him, don't you?"

I chuckled a bit while moving some hair out of my face. "You have no idea. We're legendary."

She smiled. "Come on, Bree. You think I don't know a Giulietta doppelgänger when I see one?" My eyes grew wide at what she had just said. I didn't think many people knew about that, but I guess it was common knowledge in the supernatural community.

She continued to smile me down, causing me to grow a smile, knowing exactly what she was doing. "Do you know the purpose of cheerleaders?" Her eyebrows furrowed, not knowing what I was getting at. "It's to psych out the enemy." She laughed a little bit, now understanding my point. "And all cheerleaders are experts at knowing when someone is trying to psych us out."

"You must be very passionate about it." She commented as she looked me up and down. "Usually cheerleaders are only fond of their short skirts and chants. They don't usually know the meaning behind it."

I shrugged. "Not every cheerleader has a psychopath like Bobby Finstock as a coach."

She leaned forward and began to pour herself more tea. "In the dictionary, a seelie is described as a good, benevolent fairy. In the supernatural world, it's what we use to call the leader of a court of fairies." I nodded since she finally answered the one question I had since I have been talking to her. She looked up at me with a tired face. "I don't have to tell you what a court of fairies is, do I?"

I gave her an annoyed look along with a smirk. "Pretty self-explanatory, thanks."

She leaned in to get a better look at me. "You have a lot of power. A lot more than a normal witch your age." I began to glare at her. "From Giulietta?"

My glare deepened. She knew something about Derek. She knew how to block her thoughts, but she did know something about him. She had killed a man. She had taken Lydia from me. Now, she knew everything about me? She was becoming sketchier and sketchier by the minute. "What do you want?"

"Right now, I want to know about Scott McCall. I want to know what kind of alpha he really is." She looked to the other guard who moved up behind me and began to pick me up by the arms.

I began kicking and screaming, but I could feel him put a needle into my neck and inject me with mountain ash. He slowly let my body fall to the ground as I passed out.


My eyes fluttered open and I got the sight of someone with midnight hair and icy blue eyes. It was still blurry, but I began to get excited, thinking about someone with midnight hair and icy blue eyes that I hadn't seen in a long time. "Derek?"

As my eyes opened fully, I realized that it wasn't Derek and it took all of my strength to not burst into tears in that moment. "No," He answered uncomfortably. "Gabe."

I put a hand to my head, trying to process everything that had just happened when I heard Mason say, "She's waking up."

"Where's…" I began to look around. They had made a small circle around me. Mason. Gabe. Stiles. Malia. "Where's Scott?"

Stiles put his hand on my back and helped me sit up. "They took him and Kira. We don't know where." I looked to him, beginning to feel more awake, but still weak. "Where's Lydia?"

I blinked as I looked away from him. "They took her." I stood up quickly and moved to the door. I began banging on it, needing it open. Needing to find Lydia.

After a few pounds, I began to feel weak and felt myself falling back. Gabe caught me and Stiles was right in front of me, watching me nervously. "Take it easy." Malia advised as Gabe lowered me down to sit on the floor, letting me lean on one of the columns nearby.

Gabe crouched down right in front of me, studying me worriedly. "What did they do to you?"

I let out deep breaths as I leaned my head against the column, doing what Malia told me to do. "They injected me with mountain ash."

"Bastards." Mason gasped out while moving forward to study me. He turned to look at Stiles and shook his head. "She's out for now. She can't use any of her powers."

"For how long?" Malia asked nervously and I knew why. She would be the one they had to rely on.

Mason shrugged. "It depends on how much they put in her."

Stiles began to pace from nervousness and Malia sat down, leaning against the sinks, obviously trying to focus on her hearing. "Can you hear them?" Stiles asked, moving towards Malia. "Can you hear Scott?"

She shook her head and closed her eyes, trying to focus. I looked over at Gabe and Mason. "Can't you do anything?"

Gabe shrugged. "They drugged me back there. They drugged all of us back there. I can't use any powers yet." He put his hand out and the blue light was barely glowing.

Stiles turned back to Malia and I felt myself fall into Gabe's arms. He held me closely and I let out a sigh, hating being this weak. We were supposed to be finding Derek, but now we were stuck here. "Scott? Kira? Lydia?" Stiles began to question Malia, still pacing. "Anyone?"

Malia shook her head. "I can't concentrate. There's too many sounds and voices."

"What did she do?" Mason asked while looking at me.

I shook my head as I let out a deep breath. "She killed a man right in front of us to test out Lydia's banshee ability and then she had her taken away."

"She didn't tell you what she did with her?" Gabe asked incredulously.

I shook my head and let out a deep breath. "And then she told me how I was the youngest and most powerful seelie she had ever met."

Gabe and Mason shared a worried look and then looked back to me. "Yeah," Mason began. "We were going to tell you about that eventually."

I shrugged with a small smile growing. "Apparently I'm the leader of a court of fairies."

Gabe nodded. "Me, Mase and Lydia."

I suddenly noticed that I couldn't hear Stiles and Malia talking anymore. I looked over to see the two kissing. My mouth formed an O and Mason and Gabe looked over, their jaws dropping at the two. When they pulled away, Malia's eyes began to glow blue. The lights began to flicker and I began to feel a pain in my entire body. Mason and Gabe helped me stand up and walk over to the two. "They're killing him." Malia told Stiles.

I took a deep breath and put a hand to my stomach, thinking about our emotional tether. "I can feel it."

"They want a name from him." Malia spoke in a confused voice as she continued to listen in. She looked up at me and nodded. "Kate. He said Kate."

Stiles and I looked at each other with wide eyes. "No." Stiles spoke as we both shook our heads at each other. "That can't be what he said."

"Why?" Gabe asked while looking at us confused.

"Who's Kate?" Mason pressed on.

"She's a hunter." I told them. "An Argent."

"A dead Argent." Stiles included.

I nodded when suddenly, the door opened. Stiles and Malia stood up and we all moved closer together, ready to protect each other if we needed to. "You're free to go." Severo told us.

He moved to the side, revealing Scott, Lydia and Kira. I let out a relieved breath and ran over to Scott, wrapping him in a tight hug. "Are you all right?" I asked as I pulled away from him and began to check him.

"I'm fine." I pulled him into another hug as I could feel the others standing right behind me. That's when I noticed how weird this was. Scott was my ex-boyfriend and I was hugging him like he was the love of my life while the actual love of my life was currently in some unknown location in Mexico. I let go of him and quickly moved to hug Lydia to avoid all of their stares and then hugged Kira.

We began to walk out of the building to bright sunlight. It was hard to believe that we had spent twelve hours in there, but I guess I was knocked out for a good majority of that time. Araya had pulled Scott and me to the side to walk with us, telling us all about Kate and what had really happened to her. Once she was done, she began to walk us to our cars. "So," Scott began. "You're just letting us go?"

All I wanted was to know why she decided to torture Scott when she knew it was Kate who took Derek all along. "I sent four men out to where Kate was rumored to last be seen, but none of them have come back." She stopped right in front of us, looking us up and down like she was unimpressed. "Let's see if you can do better."

"You could have just told us she was alive." I told her bitterly while looking her up and down like I was unimpressed just like she did to me.

"You wouldn't have believed me."

"So you decided to torture him?" I asked her accusingly.

She turned to me with a smile and then turned to Severo who gave her a journal. My journal. "I found something interesting in here."

"You took my journal?" I asked in an annoyed voice as she began to flip through the pages.

"Only while you were sleeping."

"Some would call it knocked unconscious." Scott accused her as she handed the journal to me.

"You're a very talented artist." I stiffened once I saw the picture she had taken the most interest in. It was the picture I drew of the man standing on the field after Aiden's death while Derek was holding me in his arms. I couldn't get it out of my head and it was now in my dreams. I looked up at her in shock as she moved closer to me, seriously. "That creature…" She paused, getting ready to correct herself. "That devil is one I have been hunting for over ten years. And to be honest, he's probably a key behind Derek's kidnapping."

I looked over at Scott and then back to Araya. I was going to get Derek back any way I could. "Where can I find him?"

She chuckled. "I have been hunting him for twelve years, do you really think you can find him after a few hours?" I sighed and rolled my eyes as I put my journal back into my bag. "Don't underestimate him." I looked back to her. She was studying me seriously. I had never seen her face that serious. "He might not look like much, but he is unlike anything I had ever seen." I nodded, determined to find this guy and determined to get rid of him if he had done anything to Derek. She turned to look at Scott with a growing smile. "Now I know what kind of leaders you are and where your next step lies."

Scott and I shared a glance before looking back to Araya. "What next step?"

"When you take the bite of an innocent, when you make a wolf of your own," She looked to me raising her eyebrows. "When you use dark magic of any kind." She began to look back and forth at the two of us. "When either of you do that, I will cross your border and come knocking on your door."

We both nodded and she nodded back. It was kind of like a sign of respect from leader to leader. She then walked away, leaving Scott and I to turn around and begin to walk to the rest of his pack and the rest of my court. Stiles walked up to us, looking back and forth. "So, what now?"

"She thinks we know where we can find Derek." I told them with a shrug.

"She gonna tell us where?" Malia asked while crossing her arms. I had to admit, I didn't agree with the woman's tactics either.

"Actually," Scott spoke as he looked to me. "She's giving us a guide."

We both shrugged while looking at each other, not sure who the guide was or what they were. Stiles was about to say something when a motorcycle began to pull up to us. I assumed this was our guide. The person pulled up to us and we waited as the person took off their helmet, revealing long, curly dark brown hair. The first thing I really saw though was the claw marks on her neck. That's when I knew exactly who this person was from Derek's story of being kidnapped by the Calaveras. "You know her?" Stiles asked while studying my face.

I nodded while giving her a slight smile. "Braeden."

I looked over to Malia who was studying her with a confused glance. She was still kind of learning everything about all of our very confusing and eventful lives. "Who is Braeden?"

"She's a mercenary." Lydia spoke as she studied her. The last time she had seen her, Braeden was bruising her and Allison's arms. Crap. Allison. Someone has to tell her that her aunt is alive and took Derek. She never answers her phone anymore, though.

"Right now," She spoke as she looked back to Scott. "I'm the only person who's going to take you to la iglesia."

"The Church?" Lydia asked like she wasn't impressed.

"What's the Church?" I asked her as I crossed my arms.

She turned to me and shrugged a little bit. "It's not a place you'll find God." We all looked at each other slowly, not knowing what to expect, but knowing that this was going to be bad.


I laughed as I put the key through the door and swung it open as Derek held my hand from behind. I stopped once I got a good look at the room. It was amazing. I felt Derek wrap his arms around me from behind and pull me into his chest, but I just couldn't stop staring at the room. "You like it?" He whispered into my ear as he rest his chin on my shoulder.

"Derek!" I gasped as I finally turned to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I love it!"

He leaned forward and kissed me, my heart was beating so fast that I thought it would fly right out of my body. When he pulled away, he kept his face close to mine with my hand on his chest. His heart was also beating hard. "I knew you would." I looked up to his eyes which were glowing red and I knew in that moment that he wasn't thinking with his brain.

"Isn't it a little early for that?" I teased.

He looked down at my chest and began to bite his lip. "Your heart is beating like crazy." He looked up at me, noticing I was also biting my lip. We both wanted it right now, but we both loved teasing each other. "You are so horny." He laughed out.

I broke away from him and moved to the curtains covering the view of the Santa Monica Oceanside. I threw them open and turned to him, holding onto the curtains in a seductive pose. "I guess it's just this ocean air." I put a hand to my forehead dramatically as I put one of my legs on top of the other and sighed. "It really does have an effect on a girl."

"Does it?" He asked as he moved forward, his eyes back to the normal blue.

I nodded and slowly took off my scarf, draping it over his shoulder as I passed by. I needed something else to tease him with. "This bed?" Derek turned around to see me slowly easing myself down on the bed and landing on it, having my hands travel down my body. "Do you know what kind it is?"

I was making Derek suffer as my hands got down to my shorts. "I don't know." He finally spoke as he jumped up on the bed on top of me. I laughed as he pinned my arms down and began to plant kisses all over my body as he also began tickling me. When he stopped, I was letting out soft chuckles and his hands rested on my cheeks. He was looking into my eyes lovingly as I did the same to him. I was happy that we were having this time to just be a couple after everything we had been through. The last few months have been hell with only a little bit of heaven in our grasp every now and then. Now, it could all be one long experience of heaven. "I love you."

"I love you." I told him as he leaned down to kiss me.

I kissed him like I hadn't felt his kiss in a thousand years. I was hungry for more as I pulled on his hair and he moved down to my neck, kissing every inch of it, ending at my throat before pushing his face back up to mine. "I want you to have no distractions and no worries for four months. That's why I picked this place."

I ran my hand through his hair as I gave him a slight smile, knowing I would always love him. "This is going to be the best summer ever."


We had all split up. Stiles, Scott, Kira and Malia were in the Jeep while Lydia, Gabe, Mason and I were in my bug, or as Stiles calls it, the fairy van. Braeden's bike was leading Stiles's Jeep and we were following his. No one had said a word since we got in it. Lydia was sitting in my passenger's seat, staring out the windshield like her entire world had been destroyed. I looked away from her, finding it hard to look at and leaned even further into my seat and gripping the steering wheel harder. "Okay," Mason began as he leaned to the front of the car so he was in-between Lydia and I. "Since there's a huge elephant in the room, I'll bring myself to ask the question the both of us are thinking back here. Who is Kate Argent?"

I sighed as I looked at the two of them in the rearview mirror. "And why would she want Derek?" Gabe asked as he leaned forward a little bit.

I sighed and looked to Lydia who was finally looking at me. We sighed as I looked back to the road and Lydia turned back to look at Mason and Gabe. "She's Allison's aunt." She turned to me. "Or was?"

"Is." I clarified, gripping the steering wheel even tighter at the thought of her taking Derek. The first time I saw her, I was going to blast her with my magic.

Lydia turned back to them and rolled her eyes at the thought of Kate Argent. "And she's also a psychopath."

I half turned to the two boys in the back, knowing that they had to know. This was going to become a major pack problem. "Kate was the one who set the fire that killed most of Derek's family. Some survived like Cora and Peter."

"A very angry Peter." Lydia commented while looking to me.

"He was the person who bit and turned Scott." I spoke as I looked back to the road, wondering if they were talking about the exact same thing that we were talking about in here.

"And the one who finally caught up with Kate." Lydia spoke as she looked back to the two. "Peter killed her."

My grip on the steering wheel got even tighter just thinking about what had happened that night. "I saw her buried." I spoke through clenched teeth. I don't think I had wanted anyone dead more.

"No, you saw a casket." Lydia clarified.

I let out a huge breath and nodded. "She wasn't in there." I thought back to what Araya had told Scott and I as she was guiding us out of her little night club death trap. "The Calaveras heard that Kate had been killed by an alpha's claws. They wanted to make sure she was really dead."

"But she wasn't?" Mason guessed.

I nodded before taking a deep breath, trying to calm my feelings of anger and helplessness. "Her body was healing more and more as she got closer to the full moon, she was coming back to life. So they switched out the bodies." I sighed, remembering what Chris Argent had told me the night of the formal. "If a hunter is bit, they have to take their own life before they can change. The Calaveras treat the code like a law just like the Argents used to. The Calaveras made it their responsibility to enforce it."

"Good for her." Mason spoke, causing me to furrow my eyebrows. "I wouldn't do it either."

I nodded. "Yeah, I wouldn't either, but I wouldn't kill half a dozen people to get out just like she did. Would you?"

I looked at him in the rearview mirror and his face seemed to soften. He shook his head and looked at me sympathetically. I looked back to the road and shook my head. "I swear that bitch enjoys killing people."

"So," Gabe began in a kind of confused voice. "Kate's a werewolf now?"

"I don't know." I spoke hopelessly, thinking about what Derek had said the night we were stuck in the pool by the Kanima. "There's a saying, sometimes the shape you take reflects the person you are."

Lydia scoffed as she turned to me. "What kind of shape is a sociopathic bitch?"

I opened my mouth, about to comment when Stiles's Jeep swerved in front of us. I gasped and pulled over and hurried out the car to go check on them. As the four of us hurried to them, I noticed Braeden had also pulled over and was walking up to Stiles. "What happened?"

"I don't know." Stiles spoke in a flustered voice as he ran to the hood of the Jeep. "It felt like we hit something."

I got to Stiles and touched his arm, trying to check him. "Are you alright?" Stiles looked to me and nodded, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me close to him. We had been through too much in the past few months to not get scared by every bad little thing that could happen to either of us.

"Scott," Braeden began in a complaining voice. "We need to get there by night. It's too dangerous otherwise."

I looked to Scott and then to Stiles. The three of us were looking back and forth at each other in a panicked way. "Go." Stiles finally spoke. "Both of you need to go."

"No." Scott and I both protested at the same time in the same tone. "Not without you." Scott finished as he moved closer to the two of us.

"Someone needs to find Derek." Stiles told the both of us. I shook my head at him and he sighed. "We'll figure something out." He looked to the others briefly and then back to us. "We always do. Just go."

Scott and I looked to each other and then nodded at the same time in agreement. I hurried to my car with Scott following when we were both stopped. Scott by Kira. Me by Gabe. He grabbed my wrist to spin me around and I looked at him, studying his face all over, trying to understand what emotion he was displaying. It's not like I could read his mind. Stupid supernatural brain powers that don't work on the supernatural. "You have to promise me that you're going to be careful."

I nodded while moving closer to him. "I'm always careful."

He shook his head with a small smile growing. "I know, but with this Kate chick out, I just don't…I can't…promise me-"

"Gabe." I spoke, cutting him off. "I promise you that I will be careful, especially around Kate and that I won't do anything stupid."

He gave me a smile and gave me a light push on the arm. "You better, Stilinski."

I rolled my eyes and moved toward him, getting up on my tip toes to hug him. He hugged me really tight. Tighter than I had expected. That's when I knew that he was really worried. "Scott, Bree," Braeden called from her motorcycle. "The sun's going down!"

I broke away from Gabe, giving him a bright smile as I backed away from him. "I promise."

I turned around and ran into the driver's seat right as Scott got into my passenger's seat. I hurried after Braeden as she began driving. I could feel Scott's eyes on me and I knew he only obsessively looked at someone like that when they really wanted to talk to them. "What?" I asked him an annoyed, stressed out voice.

"What was that?" I looked over to him with a confused face. "What just happened with Kira? What was that?"

I shrugged and decided to focus on driving. "I don't know. I wasn't watching."

"Bree," He began in a cautious voice.

"If you're about to ask for my permission on Kira, don't." I looked to him and saw on his face that he was nervous for what I was going to say. "I already approve." I looked back to the road with a smile. "I mean, at the beginning, I hated her since we were dating and you were like in love with her, but now," I looked back to Scott and shrugged. "I think she's something you really need."

Scott was smiling at me brightly and I couldn't deny that there would always be a part of me that would always love Scott, but I loved Derek and I needed one of us to be happy already. "Thank you, Bree."

I smiled even wider at him. "I love you, Scotty."

He leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I love you, Breenie."

Braeden slowed to a stop and I pulled over right next to her before getting out of the car along with Scott. My hair began to blow back and I had to squint so the sand around the desert didn't get into my eyes. Scott stood in between Braeden and me as we looked down at what seemed like a ghost town. Everything in it was destroyed except one thing. "La iglesia."

We all looked around. It felt really ominous here. Derek felt close, but I was beginning to get a really bad feeling like something just wasn't right. "What happened here?" Scott asked.

"An earthquake." Braeden spoke instantly. "It leveled the town."

I looked over to Braeden with genuine interest. "Then why is the church still standing?"

"The locals think it's because of what's underneath."

I looked to her with a worried stare and then back at the church. "Do I even want to know?"

"The church was built over the ruins of an Aztec temple. It belonged to a people called the nagual."

That name sounded familiar. "Shape-shifters?" Scott guessed. That's why I knew. It was Spanish.

"Were-jaguars." Braeden corrected. She shrugged and looked over to me. "I've never gotten this far before."

I looked to them and shook my head. "Well, Derek is in there and if Kate's in there, I'm going to take her hostage and have her wish she was dead." I began to move towards the church. This was going to be a long walk.


It was night when we got to the church entrance. Braeden had given us flashlights while she carried her gun. "If you find Kate in there, what are you going to do to her?" Scott asked her.

"Bring her back to the Calaveras. That's what they paid me for." She spoke simply as she looked over to me. "If Bree even gives me a chance." I looked to her and she gave me a slight smile. "Not like I disapprove or anything. I think you're a bad ass."

I turned to her with a shy smile and shrugged at the compliment. "Thanks. So are you."

"What happens after that?" Scott asked, pulling us back into the conversation.

She shrugged. "Not my problem."

"You don't care?" I asked in a concerned voice. Sure, Braeden was bad ass and I had my reasons to want Kate dead, but she seemed completely cold hearted. Kate didn't do anything to her.

"Do you?" She asked while looking back to me. "She's a mass murderer and she kidnapped her boyfriend."

"And you're a mercenary." Scott told her.

She shrugged like her job description didn't matter. "Girl's gotta eat."

"If you were paid enough," Scott began. "Would you kill her?"

She stopped walking and shrugged. "It the money was good, I would kill the two of you."

Scott and I both stopped walking as she continued to the entrance. "Still think she's bad ass?" Scott asked while looking at me.

I looked to her as she began to get through the doors and shrugged with a smile. "Yeah, totally bad ass."

I followed her and Scott eventually followed me, leaving the three of us in the destroyed church. "Can you catch Derek's scent?" Braeden asked while looking all around.

"Yeah. I already got it."

We continued to walk until Scott put his hand in front of Braeden and I. We both looked to him with a panicked face. "What?" I asked in a nervous voice.

"There's something else in here."

I began to look around, not wanting anything bad happen to any of us. "Something like what?" Braeden asked as she got her gun ready for anything that decided to come out tonight.

"Something not human."

I looked to the two of them and took a deep breath. We had to keep going. No matter what. I grabbed Scott's hand and pulled him forward with Braeden following behind us. Yes, she had the gun, but we were the ones with the supernatural powers. "How come you didn't kiss her?" Braeden finally asked.

We both looked to her, not sure where that had come from. "What?" Scott asked like he was completely confused.

"How come you didn't kiss your girlfriend?"

"You mean Kira?"

"Whatever her name is?" She spoke with a shrug as she continued to walk.

I stopped walking as I noticed something carved onto one of the walls. It looked like something I had drawn before. It was something I had drawn at the bottom corner of a picture I had drawn of the man from the lacrosse field. I touched the door, only slightly and it began to open up. I turned around to call for someone when I saw something lying on the ground next to me begin to move. It had long claws and an animal skull placed over its face. It began to stand up, having very limited clothing, but then it growled at me.

I screamed and ran into the room as fast as I could to get away from the thing as the door shut behind me. I turned around and saw that I was trapped in this dark room all by myself. I looked around the room with a flashlight, my hands shaking uncontrollably. There was a table in the middle of the room, so I began to move toward it. As I approached the table, I saw that there was something like a grave dug right by it. I had a really bad feeling, but I just had to know what was in that dirt. The curiosity was digging at me like a sharp knife in my brain. When I finally got close enough, I put my flashlight on the grave and put my other hand on my mouth. I began to breathe heavily from the shock of the dead, rotting bodies lying on top of each other in the grave.

I turned around and hurried to the door. I began trying to move it, but the stone was too heavy. I tried to pound on it and scream for help, but I knew that no one would be able to hear me with how thick the stone walls were. Probably not even Scott. I began to hear a dark chuckle, sending a shiver down my spine and stopping me in my endeavor to escape. "It isn't easy making a berserker." The voice whispered in a deep, lingering voice that seemed to echo off the walls.

I slowly began to turn around, feeling another presence standing right behind me. When I was turned all the way around, I saw that the man in the mask from the lacrosse field was now standing right in front of me. I began to breathe deeply and rapidly from fear as I got a better look at his face. His eyes were dark. Almost black. And he smelled of a smell I wished I couldn't place. He smelt like death.

I couldn't stand here anymore like a helpless little girl. I had powers and I was going to prove to this thing that I was the most powerful witch in the world. I put my hand out, the pink light already showing, getting ready to blast him back, but he just grabbed my hand and began to squeeze it. I felt like he was breaking every bone in my hand, causing me to begin to fall to the ground. "Such a foolish girl." He commented as my knees hit the ground and I began to try to breathe through the pain. "Coming after Derek and trying to take me on like I'm nothing compared to you."

"You don't…know a thing…about…about love." I stuttered out through the pain.

He chuckled in the same dark way he had before as he squeezed my hand tighter. I let out a small scream, the more I felt the bones breaking. "You're very wrong there." There was a sound and I looked to the small grave that was dug and one of the bodies began to come out of it. My breath quickened as it stood up, eyes glued off into space like a zombie who had no feeling. The man let me go and I grabbed my hand from the pain as he stood to stand next to the walking dead. "It's very difficult to find a body strong enough to be a berserker." He moved to a chest near the table and pulled out an animal skull, putting it on the zombie's head, making him just like the man who had separated Scott and me. A…berserker. The man looked over at the grave and laughed again with that damn dark voice, sending another chill up my spine. "You can tell by all the bodies I had to go through."

"If it's so hard then why did you do it?" I asked. I was no longer talking in stuttering gasps, but the pain was still evident and I couldn't heal myself. It was like he had put a stop to my powers temporarily.

"Well," He spoke while looking at the "berserker" like it was his pet. "They're gifts for my friend. Maybe you know her. Her name is Kate Argent."

I looked up at him with shock and shook my head. He was helping her out. I knew Kate wouldn't be able to do all of this by herself. Yeah, she's smart, but she's not capable of all of this. She had to have some help. This was her help. "What are you going to do to Derek?" I asked him in a shaky voice.

He shook his head with a smile spreading across his lips. "I have something more…interesting planned for Derek than just a simple kill." He shook his head at her and sighed. "You know, I have tried to kill you on several different occasions, but you just keep clinging onto life. I have taken out a few of your friends though."

I shook my head at him. This guy just might be crazier than Kate. "What are you talking about? What have you done?"

He moved to me slowly and grabbed me by the chin, forcing me to stand up, causing my breath and heartbeat to quicken. "Waking up Peter," I blinked a couple of times. That was a year ago. He had been trying to kill me for a full year. "Teaching Matt how to use the Kanima, bringing Jennifer back to Beacon Hills, letting the nogitsune out of that tree and of course, making an alliance with that annoying doppelgänger of yours." All of this was just too much. He had been behind everything. He had been behind the deaths of all of my friends. "That was all me Bree. You're welcome for making your life less than ordinary."

"Are you going to kill me?" I asked in a shaky voice.

He chuckled again and shook his head before letting go of my chin. Once he let go of me, I could feel all of my powers rush back into me. I looked to him with a confused glance as he shook his head. "That wouldn't be a good story, would it?" We both looked around at the sound of Scott's howl running through the church, causing the entire place to shake. During this time, he lifted his hand up and the door began to open again. I looked back to him skeptically, wondering why he was making this so easy. Wondering why he didn't just kill me now and get it all over with. I wasn't going to stand here all day to find out, though. I turned around and began running out of the room as fast as my legs could take me. "Enjoy your time of freedom, Bree." He called after me. "Enjoy your days left, for they are numbered and I will be seeing you, very, very soon."

As I ran, I looked back, wanting to just run from that memory all together. Out of everything we had been through, this guy had to have been the biggest threat to me. I turned forward and ran right into someone, sending both of us to fall on our butts. I sat up and looked to see who it was. They hadn't sat up yet, but their body looked like a teenager boy's. I began to think it was Scott until he sat up.

"Bree," Scott began in a calming voice like he was trying to calm the freak out that he knew was coming.

He couldn't calm me, though. This was too much. How could I be threatened by some strange masked man and then shown my boyfriend in a teenage form. That was Derek. I knew it. It had to be. But why was he like that. My brain was spinning too fast, causing me to fall over, unconscious from a mix of shock and fear. Everything we had ever done was leading up to this. It was going to explode in the biggest battle we had ever faced. As much as we wanted to, we couldn't go back.