Isaac, Erica, including Boyd, stand quietly in the Stilinski home as Deucalion gives the appearance of taking in the damage that has been done.

"What are you doing here?" Boyd questions him.

"Stiles contacted me a couple of days ago," Deucalion answers in a business tone. He walks around the floor with pieces of glass crunching at his feet. "She was seeking my aide in stopping Gerard and his little protege."

"You've come to help us?" Erica questions the blind Alpha with some hope.

Deucalion gives her something that passes as a questionable expression, "Unfortunately, my fighting days are over."

Isaac crosses his arms with a snort, "I heard, you use to kill any living thing that got in your way." He clenches his hands together, "If you aren't here to help, then why come all this way just to give us a rejection that could've easily been sent through a message."

"I did a lot of things." Deucalion answers, "But, eventually the bodies pile up so high, that even a blind man can't ignore them."

"So what?" Erica questions, "You moved into a cave and took a vow of uselessness?"

"I changed," Deucalion corrects her as he turns to the direction of her voice. "And I live in a condo."

"Well, maybe you've changed, but Gerard hasn't," Boyd informs him. "And he's not gonna stop with Beacon Hills. He's got a map with places circled that host the Nemetons of the world." Deucalion listens with some interest, "You know him. You can outthink him; you can read him."

"He's been beaten before," Deucalion reminds them.

"He's got a lot of help now." Erica tells him, "Actually, he's got pretty much, everyone."

"You think Gerard's turned you into a pariah?" Deucalion questions them, "Your power does that. You'll always be an outsider because of your abilities." He faces the window with his back to them, "Gerard wasn't the first person to capitalize on the general public's fear of the other... And he won't be the last."

"So, help us stop him," Isaac tells him.

"I'm going to tell you what I was going to tell Stiles," Deucalion shares. "Stopping Gerard means killing him and unfortunately that chapter in my life's over and the last I heard she isn't in the condition to murder anyone."

Isaac tenses, "So that's it?" He questions with a hint of anger, "You're just a pacifist now?"

Erica feeds off Isaac's anger, "What's gonna stop me from slashing your throat?"

Deucalion turns his head at the threat, "Plenty."

Erica then jumps at him growling as she tries to take a swipe at him. However, Deucalion is easily able to step aside, causing her to miss him.

By the time, Erica regains her footing and stands up straight, she feels Deucalion behind her with his back against hers, "How'd you do that?"

"It's Bagua." Deucalion shares as he and Erica start walking with their backs against each other. "A martial art that takes the path of least resistance."

From the sideline, Isaac, and Boyd watch with interest.

Erica questions him with a hint of amusement, "You think you're going to beat me without fighting?"

"I think you're going to beat yourself."

Erica rises to the challenge as she flicks out her claw, kneeling to the floor. She aims to claw at Deucalion's legs but, like before, Deucalion manages to step out of the way.

But even as he does so, Erica has returned to standing on her feet and jumps at him. Deucalion moves effortlessly to the side as he uses one arm to knock Erica off-balance, causing her to fall on her stomach.

By the time she glares at him over her shoulder, he is offering a hand up.

She takes it, "Okay, so you can protect yourself." She tells him as he pulls her up, "But what about everyone else who doesn't know Bagua?" She says "Bagua" in a mocking manner. She questions him, "They're just gonna get their eyes stabbed out?" Deucalion doesn't react to the callout of Gerard's attack on him, "You really won't help us?"

"I didn't say I wouldn't help you." Deucalion points out, "I can offer you guidance. And my first piece of advice? You might need to lower your standards for allies." Erica opens her mouth to rebuttal, but Deucalion beats her to the punch, "Lower than me."

At Eichen House, Melissa is giving Scott, Derek, and Allison a report on Stiles' condition, "Aside from the cuts and the wound, she's going to be okay," Melissa shares with them as they stand outside Stiles' room. "The baby is doing great. There's no immediate danger for either of them. She's just going to need rest and a lot of it." She glances over to Allison, "We still need to get you checked over."

Allison waves a hand at Melissa, "I promise you, I'm fine." She massages her cheek that has a dark bruise, "Really, I just want to see Stiles right now."

"Alright, but if you start having headaches or anything that's not our ordinary you call me," Melissa orders her. She flicks her wrist to look at her watch, "Shoot, I'm going to be late to my shift at the hospital, they've been cracking down on us lately. Let me know if you need anything else."

She gives Scott a comforting hand and acknowledging a head nod to Derek before she rushes away.

Derek is the first to be at Stiles' side as Scott helps Allison take a seat in one of the chairs that occupied the room, "I'm fine," Derek hears Allison say as Scott starts worrying over her. "It's just a bit of pain, nothing I can't handle."

Derek turns to see Scott giving Allison a loving expression as one of his hands is placed gently on her arm. His veins turning a black color as he uses his pain transference ability. He turns away from the scene, remembering the once sweet moments he had shared with Kate as well.

"What happened?"

"Kate happened," Allison tells him and shares with him their encounters with the berserkers and Kate's new supernatural status. "I wouldn't have survived if it hadn't been for Lydia," She takes a breath, "Wouldn't have stayed conscious if it wasn't for Stiles."

"Derek," Scott calls to him. "What exactly happened when you found Stiles?"

Derek groans in pain, after being punched into an empty room. He rolls onto his side, but in doing so his breath nearly stops when he sees Stiles with her mouth covered with tape, covered with blood, and chained to the floor. Fear covers her face as the Berserker that Derek has been fighting steps into the room.

Derek quickly realizes that she isn't alone because Kate is standing right beside her with a seemingly patient hand on her head, "Maybe you just need a little guidance," Kate says to Stiles. She removes the tape from Stiles' mouth, "Now, that you've got an incentive, you'll answer my question."

Derek moves slowly so that the Berserker, along with Kate and Stiles are both in his sights. The Berserker hasn't made a move to attack him and focuses back on Kate, "Let him go," Stiles tells her.

"You're not in the position to be making any demands," Kate reminds her. "But my offer still stands, tell me what I want to know, and we can all get out of here-" In the distance, they hear Allison taking on a Berserker by herself, "Alive."

"It all happened so fast," Derek admits to them.

"I already told you the Nemeton isn't going to be found if it doesn't want to be found," Stiles tells her. "So, you're just wasting your breath trying to find it."

Kate stares at Stiles for a moment, before saying, "Wrong answer."

The Berserker, that hasn't moved since it stepped into the room, breaks off one of its bones. But before it takes one step, the distance screams of a familiar banshee fill the room.

At first, it doesn't seem that the scream has an effect on the Berserkers body as it only just rattles, but when Derek feels a humming sensation overcome his body, a sensation that he has become all too familiar with over the course of the months, Derek instinctively covers his ears.

Derek knows that Kate can sense what is coming because her eyes widen in a mixture of fear and amazement before she hightails it out of the building through a hole.

He watches Stiles' left eye pulsating to a silver glow as she lets out a scream of her own. The mix of Stiles and Lydia's banshee scream shatters the Berserker into dust as the surrounding room shakes.

"She passed out after that," Derek finishes. "We need to find her."

"We need to deal with Gerard and Monroe first," Allison informs him. "If you're worried about Kate going to Gerard, she won't," Allison shares with him. "She can't go anywhere near him. Not unless she can make up her transgression of being a shapeshifter." She looks to Derek in a serious manner, "Otherwise, she's just another target on his list." She winces slightly, getting up from her chair, "Even if she doesn't know it."

"And if she goes after Stiles again?"

"She's not going to," Allison says calmly. "The only reason she was able to do so was that she had the element of surprise with a deadly arsenal, now they're both gone."

"You still want to save her," Derek states in an accusatory tone. "Despite what you said at the warehouse, you still want to try and save her."

Allison stares at him in silence, her eyes calculating on what to say next, "If the roles were reversed, I'm sure that some part of you would hope that you can save the last bit of family you had left."

Tension starts to settle between the Huntress and Alpha, "We need to talk about this with the others," Scott reminds the two. "Try to remember that we're on the same side."

"I'm not the one with the problem," Allison says, not breaking her eye contact with Derek. "I'm going to go check on Lydia and send Malia here."

Without another word, she leaves the werewolves alone.

"I don't trust her," Derek tells Scott.

"You don't trust any of us," Scott answers, before leaving as well.

A couple hours later, Scott, the Hale pack, along with Allison, Isaac, and Braeden meet at the Hale house to discuss their plan on what to do about the impending threat that has laid to rest in Beacon Hills.

"A couple of days after Noah's passing, Stiles pushed back the opening of Beacon Academy." Scott shares with the group, "We had hoped that the rumors about Liam had died down over the summer. They didn't." He has a pensive expression, "Not even a week into the school year, Liam was ambushed in the hallway by a group of students that were trying to get him to shift. Thankfully, he didn't, but the harassment for the Preserve students haven't stopped there. There have been multiple instances where kids are either being questioned and attacked or worse, missing." Erica sighs heavily at the news, "The group seems to be going after other kids, not just ours."

"It has to be Monroe," Erica voices with confidence. "She has access to student records and knows who lives where, she could've easily sent out a list of anyone who potentially has a connection to us," She taps a finger on the table. "Someone needs to go in and have a talk with her."

"We've tried that," Scott reminds her. "That didn't turn out as well as we hoped."

"Maybe she'll talk to someone more human," She eyes Allison, who is sitting directly across from her.

"You mean, maybe she'll listen to an Argent," Allison counters. "I would, but I need to check in with an informant about some records and they won't talk to anyone but me."

"I'll do it," Braeden speaks up. She sits beside Allison. "We're both survivors," She runs a hand over three slashes that run across her neck, "I could use that as a way in."

"We'll probably also need to warn other packs about Gerard," Isaac voices. "If Kate was willing to go to another country to prove herself to him, he may have followers in others."

"Aright, Boyd and Erica, the two of you will visit the areas marked on the maps," Derek decides. "Even though it's clear that Gerard's main objective is Beacon Hills, we need to warn any potential targets." Boyd and Erica nod in agreement, "Allison, go meet with your informant and see what you can find out, Braeden talk with Monroe. I don't know how much time we have before Stiles wakes up, but I would like for us to at least have a plan when she does."

Scott is gathering his things at his house when a werecoyote transforming into a human appears through his bedroom window, "Malia, we've talked about you using the door." Scott chastises her, while Malia goes for a bag that has been specifically made for such an occasion to his bathroom, "You know, like a normal person."

"Not normal," Malia tells him casually.

"Aren't you supposed to be with Stiles?"

"Derek's with her," She says. "And Lydia claims that as much as she loves me, she needed some… privacy, so I came here." She takes a spot on his bed, "Are we in trouble with Derek?"

"We're not in trouble with Derek," Scott tells her. "I am."

Malia frowns at the answer, "Because we didn't tell him about Allison?"

"And probably among other things," Scott tells her with a head nod. "And since he's the Alpha and doesn't want to involve me in whatever plan he has in taking down Gerard and Monroe then I'm not involved," Scott tells her.

"So which back-up plan are you going with?" She questions him.

"Malia…"

"Don't Malia, me." She nudges him while giving him an eye challenge, "You forget that I spent quite some time watching you guys as a coyote, trying to figure out how to bring me back. I know you have something."

"We knew there was a chance that there may have been an attack on Stiles," Scott reveals. "That's why we brought it Deucalion, but if what Boyd, Erica, and Isaac said are true then I don't know." Scott clenches his jaw, "They're already targeting our kids, it's only a matter of time before they attack the Preserve all together." He looks to her with some conflict, "And I don't think that the Preserve can bounce back, not even with the help of the Nemeton."

"So, what's plan B? Malia questions him.

"Derek-"

"I didn't ask about Derek," Malia interrupts him. "I asked what's plan B." She places her hand on his shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze, "So plan A didn't work, and Stiles is out for the count, we need to move onto plan B. What's plan B?"

A long silence settles once more, but Malia doesn't rush him. Scott gets off his bed and begins walking back and forth, "No more running." He stops and looks to Malia, "No more half measures. We fight back."

Malia nods in agreement, "I'm good with that plan. And Gerard? Monroe? The hunters?"

"We take them all on."

"Then we're gonna need more firepower," Malia points, "Not just firepower, but we're gonna need an army."

"But Deucalion isn't going to help us fight him," Scott reminds her. "And I don't have an army waiting to fight for me in my back pocket."

"There's something else we can try." Malia says, sitting up from the bed, "But Stiles wouldn't like it."

"Why not?"

"Before you guys found me, I wasn't always on my own as a coyote," Malia tells him. "I actually would sometimes hunt with another pack here in Beacon Hills. They apparently had given up everything that makes them human. Rules, morals. Electricity."

"You're talking about The Primal Pack," Scott realizes.

Malia nods, "Their pack symbol is a circle with a crescent on top. They're strong, but they're not only strong, but they'd also kill anything that crosses their path." She takes a breath, "Honestly, I'm surprised they accepted me in the first place."

"What makes you think they're going to be willing to help us?" Scott questions her. "They're probably safer than any of us right now."

"Because all everyone talks about is how experienced and smart Gerard is," Malia argues. "He's been working on this plan for years now and I'm willing to bet that he's left no stone unturned."

"If what you're saying is true, you're asking me to reach out to a bunch of murders," Scott reminds her.

"Are they any worse than Gerard or Deucalion?"

"At least I know Gerard and Deucalion," Scott counters. "This pack, we, I don't know anything about them."

"Does it matter if they can help us beat Gerard?"

"It matters if they're murderers." Scott takes a deep breath, "I can't ask a pack to do something that I wouldn't do myself."

"Stiles did," Malia points out. "She reached out to an Alpha that murdered his own pack."

"Because she could offer Deucalion something back in return," Scott argues.

Malia is momentarily confused, before realization comes to her, "His eyes."

Scott nods his head, "It's one thing for her to ask for outside help when she has something to offer, but it's another if she doesn't have anything to offer in return."

"So, you're saying we should forget it."

"Probably." A face of resignation falls on his face, "We're not that desperate."

Malia sighs with some frustration, "I know that you guys aren't for killing unless it's a last resort," Malia tells him. "And Stiles is the one who usually does it, but she isn't in the condition to kill anyone, and the one person who we could have actually bargain with might as well be a pacifist," She says more to herself. "I don't know how much more desperate we can be."

Braeden escorts Tamora Monroe into an interrogation room at the station, though Monroe seems to have already have an idea as to why she has been called in, "You don't really think I shot up Stiles Stilinski's house, do you, Marshall?" She questions with feigning duress, as Braeden taps her finger on a pile of files she has, "I feel like I should be getting a lawyer, although I have no idea why I need one, since... I didn't shoot up that house."

"You don't need a lawyer," Braeden tells her simply. "You got an alibi. That's security camera footage from the school on the night of the attack."

"Then why am I here?" Monroe questions, "What do you want?"

"I got two people in the hospital with gunshot wounds," Braeden reveals to her. "One of them happens to be pregnant. It's not what I want..." Braeden leans in over the table, "It's who."

She opens one of the files open, showing Monroe an image of a young dead boy, "Matt Daehler." Braeden shares, "Your mentor, Gerard, killed him because he believed it would give him control over a supernatural creature called a Kanima. And by killed, I mean he held that poor boy's bleeding head underwater until he drowned." She pulls out another image. This time it's of the distillery, that is located just outside Beacon County. There are numerous dead bodies splayed on the ground, "See how the victims are outfitted here?" Braeden questions her, pointing at one of the men in the photo, "They're hunters. Specifically, Gerard's hunters. He killed them all to frame a man named Deucalion. His hope was it, uh, it would start a war between supernaturals and hunters. This sound familiar?"

Monroe seems unbothered at the news, "Oh, and by killed..." Braeden continues, "I mean gassed into unconsciousness and then bludgeoned to death with a club embedded with claws. Maybe you'll be his next victim."

Monroe remains pokerfaced and unbothered, "You were attacked by something called the Beast. Gerard withheld vital information from Stiles and the others so that he and he alone would be the one to kill this creature. Bring a little clout back to his name. If Stiles had known sooner about the weapon needed to kill this thing, then maybe she could have prevented all this bloodshed." Monroe gives her some feigned interest, "All this," She points between her scars and Monroe's, "Could have been avoided." Braeden leans back in her chair, giving Monroe a stern expression, "What's gonna happen if we don't somehow start understanding each other?"

In a deserted concrete stall, Allison is doing a gun deal with a group of men wearing military uniforms. She is suspicious not of their clothes, but that her normal informant isn't among the group, "Major Delane is my contact at Camp Robertson." She explains to the group of men, "I'm surprised he didn't tell me about the change in protocol."

The leader of the group, Harper holds one of the guns that Allison has provided, provides some answers to her suspicion, "Well, the Major got promoted and was promptly shipped overseas."

"Huh?" Allison questions with slight fascination, "Didn't know the Army worked that fast."

Harper chuckles at Allison's lack of knowledge of knowing the standard procedure, "They do when they want to."

Allison chuckles to herself until her face falls serious, "The Major's not Army, he's a Marine." She closes the packed weaponry, "Who sent you?" She questions Harper, "Who's buying all this weaponry?" She sees the group of men aren't exactly as confident as she is, "We don't need to have a situation."

Harper gives her a confident expression, "We already do."

Allison gives him a no-nonsense stare, "See, I don't sell to weekend warriors." She explains easily, "You want these guns, you'll answer my question."

Harper doesn't hesitate to point the automatic weapon at Allison, "We're taking the guns, and the ammo, and the crates."

Allison remains stone-faced at the threat, "If you knew anything about guns, you'd know they're not loaded."

Harper pulls out a clip from his uniform, "We brought our own."

"And I always have a backup plan," Allison informs him just before Isaac appears, knocking out one of the men in Harper's group.

Allison is surprised at Isaac's appearance, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I'm your backup," Isaac answers as if the answer is obvious.

Allison closes her eyes, taking a breath, "I had a guy on the inside."

Isaac gives her a coy grin, "Who?"

"You're standing on him," Allison informs him, which causes Isaac to give an apologetic expression.

The imposter men seem to have had enough of the banter between the former huntress and the werewolf and start firing. Allison and Isaac immediately take whatever hiding spots they can find until the sounds of empty weapons clicking became their advantage.

Allison sends a good few of the men running firing her pistols while Isaac moves to get her inside man to safety from the shootout.

In the fray, Harper manages to load his weapon and sets his sight on Isaac who punches out one of his men. However, he doesn't pull the trigger when he feels the barrel of Allison's pistol on his head, "Where is he?" Allison demands to know.

Instead of answering the question, Harper drops a hidden grenade.

Isaac lifts Allison in his arms, diving for cover just as the grenade goes off.

At the same time, Harper escapes with one of the vehicles.

"For the record, I had everything under control," Allison informs Isaac, who has used his body as a shield.

Isaac gives her a flirtatious smile, "Clearly."

Lydia is taking a nice warm shower in her at Eichen House when she jumps back in shock as the water turns ice cold. She makes an annoyed expression as she tries to turn the knob to hot, only to find that it is already there, "Are you freaking, kidding me?"

"At least you got a cold shower," A voice complains from the other side.

Lydia's eyes widen as she pulls back her shower curtain and sees Stiles sitting on the toilet seat, rubbing the left side of her head with her fingers. Her baby bump gone. Only seeing Stiles in the bathroom with her isn't what surprises her. She looks around the bathroom and sees that the entire room is iced over and the residue of Stiles' breath floats in the air.

Stepping out of the shower, Lydia finds herself dressed in her hospital gown and bare-footed, "What are you doing here?"

"Well…" Stiles starts off by saying, dropping her hand to reveal that her left eye still has the silver glow to it. She gives a guilty face, "It's not like I had a choice."

"I heard," Lydia tells her. "Are you okay?"

"I'm not the one who got shot," Stiles reminds her.

"That's not what I heard," Lydia tells her. "I'm asking about the voices."

"They're fine," Stiles assures as she makes a small wince, holding onto her ear. "Painfully annoying, but fine. Definitely solidifies my reason to never piggy-back off your power ever again." She sighs taking a breath, forming a cloud of mist to escape from her mouth, "Being a Banshee premonition with you isn't something I thought was possible, I'm freezing and would like to get this over with."

"At least, it's not spiderwebs," Lydia assures her and proceeds to lead them out the bathroom door. Only when they go through the threshold, they're in a different place altogether, that also has the iced-over effect as well.

"Weird," Stiles comments with a shiver. "This looks like the hall in Beacon Memorial…"

"That's because we are," Lydia tells her in a knowing tone.

"Any idea as to why we are here?"

"That," Lydia indicates at a wide path in the ice leading farther down the hall. Together they follow the path passing an ice-covered wheelchair and an empty nurse's station. The wide path leads through a pair of double doors that spell out the word "Morgue."

"Well at least we know why you're having this vision," Stiles comments as she and Lydia push the doors.

The Morgue of the hospital has a different effect than the hall. Inside, the room radiates with warmth and a low humming sound that vibrates through the room, "And why you're here."

Stiles focuses on the sound, seeing a wave of heat coming from one of the cadaver drawers as a warm glow shines from the edges of the drawer.

Stiles and Lydia share unsure gazes before Lydia places her hand on the handle, opening it.

As she does, she and Stiles are covered in bright orange light.

Scott and Malia arrive at the Primal Pack compound in the woods. It looks completely deserted and there are webs hanging from all corners. As they step into the shack Malia starts to hyperventilate, "What's wrong with this place?"

"It's the Anuk-Ite," Scott realizes as he too starting to feel the effects of the creature's power on him. The fear that is in the air with them is so overwhelming, that Malia's eyes shine their blue as she slowly backs herself back outside. Seeing that she is about to bolt and possibly shift back into her coyote form, Scott takes her hand, "We came for the pack. It'll be okay."

This seems to calm her down and Scott leads her into the shack. On guard, they see that it's completely covered in dust as if it has been a while before anyone has cleaned the area. As they continue forth, they find an unmade bed that has a body with hollowed-out eyes on it.

The scene causes Scott and Malia to back up quickly, but in doing so they come across more beds with bodies on them. All the eyes hollowed out as well.

A loud clattering sound is heard from behind which freaks them out even more. They turn to find Lydia, still barefooted and in her hospital gown, standing in the doorway, "What are you doing here?" Malia questions her, trying to get over her initial fright, "How did you get here?"

"He led me," Lydia answers in a quivering tone. "He wanted me to find it."

Lydia has a distant gaze in her eyes. The gaze in it causes Scott to realize that she is in the middle of having a premonition, "Who led you?"

"Halwyn," She answers as she steps into the room with them, "The dead Hellhound."

"Why would a dead Hellhound bring you here?" Malia questions her confused, "Also, isn't he dead?"

"I guess the connection between a Banshee and a Hellhound... Dead Hellhound?" She finishes with some minor confusion, "Is stronger than I thought. As for the why, I'm hoping if I find the body, I'll figure that part out."

"Take your pick," Malia offers to her, indicting around them of the bodies.

Lydia walks over to all the bodies, each having a circle with a crescent on top, signifying that they are members of the Primal Pack. She shakes her head when she is at the last one, "It's a different body."

Malia shakes her head, "There's not another body out here." She points to herself, "I'd smell it."

"I'm a harbinger of death," Lydia responds as she sets her eyes onto what appears to be a back entrance to the shack, "Trust me."

Lydia leads Malia and Scott to the door and pass a worn-out fence and goes through the trees surrounding the compound until they're in the woods. They don't get too from the compound when Lydia stops them at a pile of leaves that seems to hide something.

Automatically, Lydia kneels and brushes the leaves out of the way to reveal a skinless bloody lump of a body, that has a phone next to it.

"I know I don't get everything as a coyote," Malia says, looking puzzled. "But I'm pretty sure saw Parrish kill it."

"This one's different," Lydia tells them as she examines the body. "This one is part of the pack."

Scott kneels as well and sees that Lydia is indeed correct, "She's right." He indicates at a tattoo that appears on the bicep of the lump, "This is their pack symbol."

"The skin is gone," Malia argues.

"Wolves have to burn tattoos into their skin," Scott explains. He pulls up the sleeve of his shirt and reveals a two-circle tattoo, with one bigger than the other, on his bicep. "My tattoo is probably scarred into my muscles, too."

"So, there's two of them?"

"The Anuk-Ite has two faces," Lydia recites. "He wanted me to find one of the Anuk-Ite's faces."

Derek is brooding about the events that have occurred in the past 24 hours as he continues to monitor Stiles as she continues sleeping. He had spent much of the day by her side but knew that there were things that still needed to be done and things that he still needed to process.

Boyd and Erica were still en route to warn the other packs while Allison and Braeden have yet to check in with him yet. Looking at the time, he sees that they haven't been in contact in the past four hours, and for some reason that makes him even more irritated at the whole situation.

Unlike Stiles, Derek didn't have a whole network of people he could call on. Sure, he would attend meetings with other Alphas, just to keep up appearances and maintain a sense of peace, but somewhere in the back of his mind, no matter how much he denied it, Derek knew that he was on his own. At the meetings, he would notice the subtle side-eyes and behaviors that were directed at him, a result of him standing by Kate's so-called innocence and ignorance of the fires. The lack of trust and uneasiness was always there and from what he has experienced since all this started, it was also there in the people of the Preserve.

Everyone has left the Hale House to do their part in finding out more about Monroe and Gerard. Everyone except Boyd and Erica, who have remained behind.

"You know these packs are going to ask if Kate is involved," Erica tells him. "And when we tell them that she is, they're going to ask about your family and Beacon."

"I know," Derek tells her in a strained tone.

"Derek," Erica tells him in a careful tone. "I don't think anyone's going to want our help. Especially not with being Kate a shapeshifter. Not be a wet blanket, but you know what they're going to say."

"Which is why you're going to tell them that you're not there at the request of Alpha Hale of Beacon Hills," Derek informs, shocking Erica and Boyd. "But at the request of Stiles Stilinski of Beacon Hills."

Having Boyd and Erica claim that their visit is on behalf of Stiles was a long shot, but Derek had an inkling that while Stiles may have never visited other packs or shapeshifters internationally, her reputation did.

A knock interrupts Derek's train of thought, he turns away from Stiles to see Liam, the beta werewolf he hasn't seen since the lacrosse scrimmage and the Talbot sibling's death almost three months ago, and an obviously nervous girl, stand at the threshold of the room.

"I was looking for Scott," Liam tells him. "But I see he isn't here."

Derek would've let Liam walk away if he hadn't come to some self-realizations on his own.

One being that if he's going to be the Alpha that he is supposed to be, he needs to start by proving to the Preserve members that they can rely on him, so he takes one more conflicted glance towards Stiles before saying, "What can I do to help?"

Liam raises an eyebrow at the question, but there is some resolve in his eyes.

Monroe stares at the picture with little to no emotion, before pushing back towards Braeden, "Do you wanna know what I understand?" Monroe questions her, "Do you wanna know what I see in your little show and tell? I see a lack of control over the violence in this county." Monroe places her hands on the table, "A county whose own Sheriff failed to protect." Braeden remains silent, "I was told I was the victim of a wild animal attack. A bear." She snorts with disdain, "I was lied to. He lied to protect them over us." She takes a breath, "I don't speak ill of the dead, but don't sit there and try to tell me that Gerard puts his own interests first. Not when there are years of choosing them over us."

"I think we're done here," Braeden says casually as she escorts them out of the room. There are several deputies occupying themselves with busywork, but Braeden knows better, "If you want to know how to protect yourself, I can teach you," Braeden tells her just loud enough for the eavesdropping deputies to hear. "Gerard can teach you too, but he won't." She assures them, "Instead, he's teaching how to murder innocent kids, who have done nothing wrong. And for that, you're a fool to trust him. You and whatever other followers he has gained over the years." Braeden looks pointedly at the nosy deputies.

"I don't trust him," Monroe confesses. "But I know one thing, he's going to win. And that's what I care about. Nothing is more important to Gerard than this fight. Not the life of a young man, not the lives of his allies, not the lives of his own men. That's how strong his belief is. He won't stop. And that's why he'll beat you."

One of the deputies begin to close in on her, "Touch me, and you'll be feeling the pain of a whole lot more than your buddy who was staking out the Stilinski home." He backs off immediately, but Braeden heads for the exit anyway, "Gerard only cares about himself and his ambitions; if you don't believe me you can ask his own granddaughter whose parents were killed because of him."

"This is a bad idea," Isaac says when Allison pulls up in front of a warehouse, different from the one where she found Stiles. A warehouse that has multiple people going in and out while being armed with weapons.

"Which is why you're going to stay here," Allison says before leaving Isaac alone.

She walks into the warehouse, noting that is stacked with weapons all the way to the ceiling. Despite the alarming sight, Allison remains neutral as her grandfather finishes talking with someone, who she can tell isn't an expert hunter, "I take it you're not here to rejoin the fight," Gerard states blandly.

"I'm here to stop it." Allison answers plainly, "We want to talk."

Gerard feigns surprise at the claim, "So it's "we" now, huh?"

Allison doesn't fall for the act, "I want to propose a meeting." She expresses, "To, uh, negotiate a peaceful solution before this all," She gestures around the warehouse, "Goes too far."

Gerard gives his granddaughter a momentary look over, "There was a chance, but Stiles Stilinski wasn't there herself, so if she's so keen on meeting this time, she can ask me herself."

Allison makes a small head tilt in acknowledgment, "Well, I thought given the history the two of you share, this seemed like the wiser choice."

"Funny you say that," Gerard counters without missing a beat. "Since the last bullet I took was fired by you."

There is no lost love between grandfather and granddaughter as the two of them spark a staredown, "You're lucky, I didn't aim for your head."

The same amateur hunter from before taking a standby, Gerard. He doesn't hide that the fact that he is concealing a gun, "Don't worry." Gerard says without breaking eye contact, "She's just the messenger."

"What is the message I'm taking back?"

Gerard gives his granddaughter a slightly thoughtful expression, "You tell them all to run."

Somewhere on the BHHS campus, Derek, Liam, and the girl are in a room with a freezer chest in it.

"I know that I shouldn't have waited for so long," The girl explains to them. "But I didn't know what to do."

"Sydney, it's okay." Liam tells her in a gentle tone, "Just tell us what happened."

"It was after they attacked you in the hall," Sydney explains. She fiddles with her hands, "I didn't know that they would go that far and I-"

"Sydney's been following the group has been testing who is or isn't a werewolf," Liam answers.

Derek looks towards the young teenager, "Why are we here?"

"Because of this, they were werewolves," She answers, opening the chest. There are three bodies inside, one teacher and two students, "But the group, left them alive just as they had done with the others."

Derek sees that their eyes have gaping holes in them, realizing that they're going to need someone with the ability to communicate with the dead.

Allison gets back in her van where Isaac is still waiting for her.

He is about to question her how it went, but decides against it when she slams the door of the vehicle a bit too hard, "Did you tell him about Kate?"

"No," Allison tells him just as she starts up the vehicle and speeds off.

"The Anuk-Ite," Scott realizes when he, Lydia, and Malia finally join the others in the hidden room. "We found the remains of the Primal Pack in the same condition."

"The what?" Sydney questions just as Derek questions, "What were you doing looking for the Primal Pack?"

Neither of the questions gets an answer, instead, Malia asks a question of her own, "Why would it want to kill anyone?"

"It feeds off fear," Scott remembers.

"Dead people aren't afraid," Lydia tells him.

"Maybe the killing is just a by-product," Derek offers. "Of it looking for its other half. Which means it's looking for a supernatural creature. Someone like us."

Malia eyes Sydney with suspicion, "Which means they've been helping it."

"I don't think they're doing it on purpose," Sydney says shaking her head. "I asked them why they were doing what they were doing and was told that they were just helping Aaron. Apparently, but was his idea to test everyone."

"Who's Aaron?"

"He's on the lacrosse team." Liam answers as a matter of fact, "He's just a freshman, but no one has seen him for days now."

"Aaron didn't want to find more of us," Scott realizes, "He wants to find his other half. He's the Anuk-Ite."

"You both should probably go," Lydia tells Sydney and Liam. "With your interest in what they're doing," She looks to Sydney before glancing at Liam, "And you for already being a target; there's no doubt that eyes are going to be on you."

Liam gives them an appreciative nod while Sydney gives them an appreciative smile, but before she leaves, she turns to Scott, "I remember what you did for us at the library the night at the scrimmage. You both saved our lives and I just wanted to say thank you."

"It's nice to know not everyone completely hates us," Malia notes as she watches the girl leave. "She may be scared of us, but I think she's more scared of what's leaving behind dead bodies."

"There's gonna be a lot more if we don't find this Aaron's other half," Derek reminds them. "Which we know nothing about."

"We do know one thing," Lydia tells him. "We know it's a werewolf. We found a skinless body, among the Primal Pack, just like the one that was with us in the tunnels. We need to find this other werewolf right now."

"We don't even know who that is," Malia points out to them. "I tried to see if I recognized any of them and I didn't, remember? So, please tell me how we're going to know whose face it's wearing when none of you met them?"

"One of us did," Scott comments, looking at Lydia with a calculated expression. "But you're not going to like what we have to do," He says, looking at Derek.