Marlow and Riley caught up with Stiles, Scott, Liam, and Chris as they all followed Parrish. Parrish, the Hellhound version of Parrish, was following the Beast around the school. They had encountered several dead bodies already. They had just been able to save Lydia, seeing people die around them again was unbearable for Marlow.

They all came to a stop once they met up again, watching as a man on the bus looked up at them. He looked close to death. Everyone else on the bus already was dead. Marlow's heart skipped a beat. "Help me." the man pleaded

Scott took a step forward, halting as Parrish walked towards the bus. "It's a trap."

"Please..." the man begged again.

Scott gave Parrish a look. The Hellhound turned back. Riley had previously found her uncles alter ego fascinating. Now, it was just terrifying to think about what kind of nightmare it would lead them to next. "You can't help him," Parrish told Scott.

He turned back to the bus as the upper half of the man's body fell from the bus and onto the floor, guts still attached. Riley gagged and turned away from the scene. Marlow was frozen in place. Stiles steadied Riley as the girl tried her best not to throw up.

Finally, the Beast revealed itself to the group. Marlow was afraid of another panic attack hitting her. She controlled her breathing as best as she could. Liam his head to look at her, noticing her ragged breathing. He grabbed her hand, giving her a reassuring nod.

"That's big. No one said it was that big." Stiles spoke up.

"I did." Liam reminded him. Marlow squeezed his hand tighter. She needed something to hold on to. She felt like she was about to faint.

Flames began to engulf Parrish's entire body as he started chasing after the Beast. The two disappeared through the trees. Scott, Stiles, and Chris ran towards the bus. Marlow was rooted to the floor. The Beast looked scarier than she could have ever imagined.

Liam stuck by her side, never letting go of her hand. "Thank you," she told Liam, raising their entwined hands.

"Anything to keep you sane," he assured her, a smile crossing his face.

Marlow smiled back at him. She knew it was wrong to do this with Liam. He was dating Hayden and that was her fault. She shouldn't have let him go. More roaring ripped her out of her thoughts. The Beast knew how to escape the Hellhound and it would be getting harder for them to stop it.


Marlow stood next to Mason by his locker. She had just seen Corey packing his bag in the boy's locker room and had run straight to Mason. She still believed in Corey and she knew Mason could keep him in town. "Just convince him to stay somehow!"

Mason sighed, closing the door to his locker. "Why? I understand why he'd want to leave town. Parrish burned him alive. He almost died."

"But you like him, don't you?" Marlow asked. Mason turned to her, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Well, you do. I know that because I know you. And right now a great guy is about to walk out of your life."

"It doesn't matter. He's with the bad guys now."

"Everyone deserves a chance at redemption." Marlow reminded Mason. He bit the inside of his cheek. "And shouldn't the fact that he's running away from Theo give you an indication that he's not a bad guy at all."

Mason leaned against the locker. "Maybe you're right." he looked up at her. Marlow smiled at him assuringly. He sighed once more, tightening his grip on his backpack strap. "Okay, fine. I'll go."

Marlow lightly hit him in the shoulder. "That's my boy!"

Mason walked off to the locker room, turning around to smile at her before rounding a corner. She gave him two thumbs-up. Even if she couldn't get her happy-ever-after, Mason might and that was all that mattered to her at the moment. Anything to distract herself from her crushing anxiety.

She was about to walk out of the building, trying to escape the next Pack meeting, when Stiles and Scott spotted her from down the hallway. She groaned. "Crap!" she complained, trying to walk away before they get to her.

"Marlow!" Stiles yelled. She quickened her pace. The boys caught up to her. Stiles put his hand on his sister's shoulder. "Marls, where are you going? We're having a meeting in a few minutes."

Marlow bit her lip. "I know."

Scott shot her a worried glance. "Are you okay?"

"No, not really," Marlow replied, her gaze fixed on the floor. Stiles put his finger under her chin, raising her head to look back at them. "I'm terrified," she admitted. "Of the Beast. And of more people dying. And many other things."

Scott sighed. "You could have said something."

"I don't want you to think I'm weak. Because I'm not!" she said intently.

Stiles nodded. "We know that."

Marlow clutched the necklace she was wearing tightly. "I just don't want to hold you back when I suddenly have another panic attack. What if it happens while we're fighting the Beast? Or Theo. Or the Dread Doctors. You get the hint."

Scott put his hand on Marlow's shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. "Hey, no matter what happens, we won't hate you for it. If you want to take a step back, that's okay. And if you do fight with us, remember we'll have your back. No matter what."

Marlow flashed him a tight-lipped smile. She was still terrified. But knowing her friends had her back made her feel immensely better. "Okay. Thanks," she told them. "Just, call me if you need help with something. We all know I'm still the best researcher on this team."

The boys smiled at her. "Of course."


Marlow jumped out of the Jeep as she, Scott and Stiles arrived at Stepping Stones. The rehabilitation center that had been housing Coach Finstock for the previous seven months. Marlow was told that the first big lacrosse game of the season had to be stopped or else the Beast would attack.

The substitute wouldn't do it, so Coach needed to return to the job. "Are we sure this going to work?" Marlow asked the boys.

They turned to her, raising their brows. "Why wouldn't it?" Stiles asked.

"Seriously?" Marlow asked. "You're going to ask Coach to return to his dead-end job after months of living in this place where he probably gets pampered every day?"

"We don't need him to return full-time. We just need him to forfeit the game." Stiles reminded her. Marlow was unconvinced. Her look let them know so. Stiles sighed, grabbing her hand. He pulled her towards the front door of the building. "He can go right back after he cancels the game. It's going to work."

Marlow sighed, rolling her eyes. They walked into the center. The trio didn't have to search long for Coach. Not at all. He was lying down on the couch and Marlow's scruples about the plan intensified. "Oh, my damn. Will you look at that?" she asked, pointing at an unresponsive Coach. "Coach is catatonic. We're all going to die."

Stiles waved her off. The trio walked around the couch. "Hey, Coach, it's Scott and Stiles." Scott greeted him as they sat down. Marlow lightly hit him in the arm. "And Marlow."

Coach remained unresponsive. Stiles waved his hand over his face. Marlow gave him a weirded-out look. "Coach, You're in rehab. You didn't have a lobotomy." Stiles said.

"Coach?" Scott asked once more. Marlow groaned out in annoyance. Nothing could ever go off without a hitch.

Stiles leaned forward, trying to touch the chess game on the table. Marlow jumped as Coach's hand shot forward, grabbing Stiles' arm. "Don't you touch it," he demanded. He sat up. "I've got Nurse Gonzalez by the balls of the last three moves and she knows it."

Marlow rolled her eyes. Of course he was faking it. She should have known better. "Let it go. You're checking out of this place now." Stiles told him.

Coach shushed Stiles before he was even done speaking. "Not a chance."

"Okay, Coach. But, we know you're fine." Scott chimed in.

Coach shushed them once more. "I have a debilitating disease." he started, reenacting himself taking a sip. "It's called 'I'm not going to take another arrow to my stomach-phobia.' Look it up." he demanded angrily.

"Nobody's shooting arrows at anyone, okay? We just need you to coach the charity game." Scott assured him.

Marlow closed her eyes, cringing as Coach scoffed. She knew they wouldn't be able to make him come back. "Charity? Not a chance."

"How exactly have you been conning them into letting you stay here?" Stiles asked.

"I, uh... I have relapses. It's... It's serious. I've had seven of them."

"So once a month?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, you see, uh, every time they are just about to discharge me, I relapse," he replied.

"And no one's noticed that pattern?" Stiles asked.

"I have phenomenal health insurance." Coach replied. "So why don't you guys get the hell out of here. I hate charity games. They're meaningless."

"I don't think the charities would agree," Stiles told him.

Coach sighed. "What's it for this year?"

"Cancer," Scott replied.

"For or against?"

"Oh my God!" Marlow yelled out.

"Against, Coach. Deeply against." Stiles replied.

"Yeah, okay, well, I'm deeply not interested," Coach told them.

Marlow groaned, pulling Stiles off the couch. "That's it!" she demanded. "Hey Coach." she greeted with a fake-warm smile.

"Cut the crap. What do you want?" Coach asked instantly.

Marlow dropped the fake smile. She had always appreciated Coach for getting to the point. There was no ass-kissing with him. "Awesome," she told him. She swung one leg over the other, getting ready to finish the plan for the boys once more. "Okay, here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna stand up, get out of your high fashionable bathrobe, into your pretty tracksuit and forfeit the game tonight. And you know why? Just two days ago, I got into a car accident and look at me now, sitting here and talking to you. If I can survive a car accident, you can survive forfeiting a High School lacrosse game."

"So that's it. Just forfeit?" Coach asked.

"That's it. After that, you can go back here and do your thing."

Coach was silent for a few seconds. Then, he smiled at her. "Sold."

A cunning smirk crossed Marlow's face as she winked at the boys. "Seriously?" Stiles asked Coach.

He shrugged. "At least she gets to the point. You should send her more often." Coach said.

Marlow got off the couch, clapping her hands together. "Alright, boys. Let's do some charity!"


Marlow and Riley settled in on the benches. The game would start soon. Everyone had a part to play. Scott, Stiles, Liam, Kira, and Malia were discussing their next moves inside the building. Mason and Corey were searching Devenford Prep's bus, trying to find a bloody shoe with the right size.

Marlow pointed down to Brett as he got ready with his teammates. "So, that's Brett Talbot. He's Liam's former rival. Possible frenemy, I don't know, don't ask." she said, waving her hand as Riley shot her a confused glance. "Anyways," she continued. "His sister Lori should be arriving soon. She'll help us look for shoes in the crowd in case anything goes wrong."

"Got it. And you're sure this will work out?"

Riley turned to Marlow. Her best friend sighed. "I think at this point you should expect everything to go downhill always. Stay positive though."

Riley chuckled. "Okay."

The Cyclones got ready. Marlow watched as Stiles went to talk to Coach. "Here we go," she told Riley. The werecoyote-witch shot her an uncertain look. She had been having a bad vibe about the plan all day. It seemed too easy.

Marlow looked over at the next row of bleachers. Hayden had just settled down next to Sydney. She caught Marlow looking at her. The two girls nodded at each other, smiling tightly. "I can't believe you're all buddy-buddy with her."

"I'm not all 'buddy-buddy' with her." Marlow insisted.

She sighed, noticing Riley's disapproving look. "I know. But it was my dumb ass who broke up with Liam. It's not like he cheated on me with her. Or dumped me for her. This isn't Hayden's fault. I made a mistake and now I'm paying for it."

"I'm not disputing that it was a stupid move to break up with Liam even though you still love him. But I am saying that, in the end, I will always stick by your side. I know your struggles with boys and relationships and Liam could have fought for you. But, since you do want to play nice, I guess I will do so as well."

Marlow smirked at her. "You wanna chew her out badly, don't you?"

Riley clenched her fists, looking up at the sky. "So badly!"

Marlow chuckled, wrapping her arm Riley. She never knew how much she needed a best girl friend her age. "I love you," she told Riley. The two jumped, eyes-wide-open as Coach blew the whistle to start the game. "Oh-oh."

Players stormed the field and the game started. "Okay, what the hell?" Riley asked.

"Uhm," Marlow mumbled. She looked around the field, trying to find any of her friends. Scott, Liam, and Kira were on the field already. Her eyes wandered towards the news vans. Stiles was talking to their dad. Marlow knew they're Plan B was going into action. She turned to Riley, slapping her hands on her thighs. "We're gonna go look for a bloody shoe."


Marlow ran around under the bleachers, quietly looking at the sole's of everyone's shoes. The game was in full swing and the plan was in motion. Running in between the bleachers, Marlow could see Malia on the news vans, ready to rip out the electrical wires when the time came.

She shared a look with Riley. Her best friend hadn't found anything either. Marlow could see Lori was already looking for shoes as well. She looked out onto the field, eyes widening as she watched Kira tear through Devenford Prep's players. Something was wrong with her and it was getting worse with every second.

She kept looking around until she heard another whistle blow. She ran back to the walkway, watching as the referee made Kira get off the field. The young Kitsune stomped off the field. Scott dashed after her. Kira mumbled something in Japanese and pushed past Marlow. Lori walked out onto the walkway, looking over at Scott. He nodded at her. She rushed after Kira.

Marlow sighed and dropping her head against the banister. There was no one with a size ten bloody shoe in the audience and the game was still going on. Malia hadn't taken out the news vans yet. No one had made progress on their parts.

But she couldn't stop now. They could do it. They just had to keep going. Marlow wasn't about to give up, so she went back to searching the bleachers as the game continued. She checked her phone every few minutes. Mason hadn't checked in. Marlow and Riley reunited in the walkway. "Anything?" Marlow asked.

Riley shook her head. "Nada." Marlow sighed. The girls looked out at the field. Liam had gotten hurt. He sat down on the benches. Hayden walked up to him. "That could have been you," Riley told Marlow.

Marlow groaned in annoyance, giving her best friend a look. "Just. Don't."

Riley scrunched up her nose. "Okay, sorry."

Marlow grew quiet, looking at the kissing couple. She knew Riley was right but if she kept obsessing over it, she'd never be happy again. The girls stayed in the walkway, watching as Stiles and Liam ran back out onto the field and started playing again. The game went on and Liam finally scored a point. The crowd cheered.

"I seriously have a bad feeling. You don't even understand." Riley spoke up.

But Marlow could. She could hear Riley's heart racing and she was starting to freak out again as well. Marlow narrowed her eyes, watching as Stiles started messing around with Sydney's foot. She hadn't even noticed him getting off the field. He kept pulling at the girl's foot until she kicked him in the head.

Marlow was about to go slap her brother but Sydney didn't seem to have noticed that it was he was the one who grabbed her. Stiles fell to the floor, so Marlow rushed over to him. She picked him up and steadied him. "I could have told you it wasn't her," she said. He groaned out, holding his head. "It's no one in the audience."

Riley raised her hand, putting it up to the side of his head. She closed her eyes. A bright light emanated from her hand and Stiles breathed in and out slowly. Marlow watched her in awe. "Your new powers are so awesome." Riley let out an overjoyed laugh.

They watched the board as the game was finally about to end. Liam was on the floor in front of the goal. The referee blew the whistle. "That's overtime!"

"Yes!" Marlow yelled out. She high-fived Riley. Suddenly, a loud noise ripped through the night. Marlow and Riley covered their ears. The noise was too loud. Marlow breathed out in pain. Finally, the noise stopped. There was a roar in the distance. Marlow, Riley, and Stiles watched as Liam followed it off the field.

People started rushing off the field. Riley pulled Marlow out of the way before she was run over by the hoards of people. "Liam. Liam, wait!" Stiles yelled. The trio rushed after Liam, watching in horror as he and the Beast jumped at each other.