The next morning Lydia and I both took our time getting ready, "You are not wearing jeans."

I stop pulling up my pants looking at Lydia with wide eyes, "What? Why not?"

"You said Isaac is coming back to school today. That means you need to look extra cute."

"I'm pretty sure 'looking extra cute' to him would mean going to school nude and that's illegal."

She rolls her eyes but can't hide the smile that falls onto her lips. She moves to her closet and pulls out a plaid skirt. "Put this on. Keep the shirt and jacket that you brought." She paused looking through her drawers, "Knee high socks and your shoes."

I playfully roll my eyes but do as she says.

"Better?" I ask.

She smiles and nods, "Much."

I sat next to Isaac in Mr. Harris' physics class. I pull out my notebook to take notes but before class even begins I involuntarily let out a pained gasp. Isaac and Scott immediately looked at me in concern. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" Isaac whispers.

I nod, "Mr. Harris?" I call out raising a hand. Once he turns and looks at me I continue, "Could I go to the nurse?"

He nods, "Quickly, Miss McCall." I nod and jump out of the seat. Instead of going to the nurses office though I head to the closest bathroom and lean against the wall clutching my stomach.

I pull out my phone and call Derek. He doesn't answer which is what confirmed to me that something was wrong. I hastily put my phone away and push off the wall. I leave the bathroom and quickly start to make my way out of the building.

"Miss McCall, where do you think you're going?" A voice stops me.

I cringe, "Oh... uh. This isn't the way to the nurses office?" I try to smile at the secretary who stopped me from leaving.

She raises an eyebrow, "Lunch detention Miss McCall. Get back to class."

I stiffly nod and head back to class. As I sit back down I notice Isaac looks rather angry. "What happened?" I whisper, eyebrows knitting together in concern.

"I got lunchtime detention for something I didn't even do."

I sigh, "At least we'll be together then."

Scott leans forward at my words, "What did you do?"

"The secretary caught me trying to leave the school."

Once class got out Isaac, Scott and I headed towards Isaac's locker. "Okay, so why were you trying to leave the school?" Scott asks.

"I think Derek is in danger. Or at least was. I don't have any more pain." Isaac looks at me with worry evident in his eyes. I lay my hand on his arm and gently give it a squeeze, "Don't worry. I'm sure he's fine. It's Derek afterall. I don't know if you met the guy but he's too stubborn to die."

This coaxes a smile out of both Isaac and Scott. Scott then turns to Isaac, "Don't let the twins bother you. If all they want right now is to piss you off, then don't give in. They're just trying to get to you."

"Not just me." Isaac replies, looking at something over mine and Scott's shoulders.

We both turn to see what he's looking at. I sigh seeing Aiden with Lydia. "I'll warn Lydia. No promises that she'll listen to me though."

Once Aiden steps away from Lydia, Scott turns his attention back to Isaac and I. "What?" He asks looking at Isaac.

"Now they're getting to you." He simply replies.

Isaac and I turn to head to lunch detention. Once in the room I spot Allison and make my way towards her. Isaac hesitantly followed me. "Hey." I greet quietly.

She gives me a small smile, "Hey."

Harris turns away from the board and points to the first two students, "The two of you will wash all of the boards on this wing." He moves to the next three students, Allison being in this group, "You three will re-shelve the library."

Harris then turns to Isaac and me, "Restocking the janitor's closet."

Once dismissed Isaac and I make our way to the janitor's closet. We quietly start restocking the shelves, our elbows accidently knocking into each other, "Sorry." He says.

"Are you alright?" I ask, hearing his heart beat rapidly.

"Just not big on small spaces." My eyes widen at the realization.

"Shit Isaac. I totally forgot. Let's go tell Harris, maybe he can put you somewhere else."

He shakes his head, "I'll be fine I just have to focus on something else."

"Okay, well, let's talk about something then." I turn to continue restocking the shelves.

"Like what?"

"Um, I don't know." I pause thinking, "How about where you want to go on our date?"

"We're going on a date?"

"Well only if you want to." I start to blush, happy that it's dark in the closet.

He doesn't get the chance to reply because the sound of the door clicking shut catches our attention. We share a nervous look then Isaac reaches for the knob, turning it. He tries pushing it forward but the door doesn't budge.

"Maybe it locks from the outside?" I suggest.

"Or something's blocking it." He says, trying to push the door open once more. He steps back and starts breathing heavy.

"Isaac, let me call for help." Instead of listening to me he shoves his shoulder into the shoulder, desperately trying to open the door.

He lets out a frustrated shout, his breath comes out more and more ragged. "Isaac." I try again to get his attention. When he ignores me once more I finally grab his shoulder and turn him around.

His eyes start glowing yellow as his chest rises and falls with his breaths. I instantly reach up gently grabbing his face between my hands and pulling him down into a kiss.

He sucks in a breath at the contact. After a brief moment his hands tightly grip my hips, pulling me closer. His lips start to move against mine, all thoughts of the small space leaving his mind.

I slowly pull away and open my eyes. Isaac keeps his eyes closed as he rests his forehead on mine. "Better?" I quietly ask.

"Yeah. Thank you."

I smile and tilt my head up to kiss him once more. As I pull away I reach my hand into my pocket to pull out my phone. "Let me call Scott." Isaac nods but doesn't release the tight grip on my hips.

"Hey Scott? Isaac and I need you to get us out of the janitor's closet."

"Be right there." Once the door is open we all eye the soda machine that was pushed in front of the door. "They want to get someone hurt. We just got lucky that it was you two together."

"So are we going to do something?" Isaac asks.

"Yeah. I'm going to get them angry. Really angry."

Scott and I quickly hurry into Ms. Blake's English class. Scott grabs the seat next to Ethan and I sit behind him, next to Aiden. Ms. Blake starts talking as Scott and I give them both bright smiles.

Scott and I reach into our bags to pull out our books. I then wait for Scott to take out one of the motorcycle parts. He reaches into his bag and pulls out one of the parts. He sets it down on his desk with a clunk, "That looks kinda important."

Both Ethan and Aiden sit up in alarm. I then reach down and pull out another motorcycle part, "I have no idea what this is ." I innocently flutter my eyelashes at Aiden as he starts clenching his jaw.

His head swivels around to face the hall, "Aiden, wait-don't!" Ethan tries to get his twin to stop. Scott turns around to look at me, both of us smirking.

The students and Ms. Blake all move to the hall as the sound of the motorcycle fills the halls. Isaac and Allison move to join Scott and I. We make sure to stand right behind Ms. Blake so we get a good view of the twins.

Ms. Blake instantly starts speaking when her eyes land on Aiden and his motorcycle, "You've got to be kidding me. You know this is going to result in a suspension?"

Scott, Isaac, Allison, and I all start to smile wider at Ms. Blake's statement.

After school lets out I feel a buzz in my pocket. I reach in grabbing my phone. It's a text from Lydia telling me to meet her in the music room. "Hey, what's going on?" I ask as I spot Lydia standing by the piano.

She gestures to the instrument so I walk over to look. On the top are bloody scratch marks dug into the wood. My mouth falls open in shock. "Stiles is on his way too. Also why didn't you tell me about the twins?"

"I was going to. I just didn't realize that they were Alpha's until today. How did you find out?"

"Stiles told me when he was talking about the human sacrifices."

I nod but don't get the chance to answer as Stiles and Dr. Deaton walk into the room. "Okay, now that you're all here, listen to this."

Lydia hits a button to play a recording that the music teacher made before he was taken. After listening for a few minutes Deaton reaches over to stop the recording, "Can we get a copy of this?"

Lydia takes the tablet to open a browser and download the file to send to Deaton. Stiles and I start looking around the room to try and find anything that could potentially be helpful.

"Doc, any help would be very - you know - helpful." Stiles speaks up.

"Each grouping of three would have its own purpose, its own type of power. Virgins, Healers, Philosophers, Warriors."

"Wait. Warriors? Could that be like a soldier?"

"Absolutely."

I stop searching to turn my attention to Stiles. He pulls out a picture of the music teacher and his wife. The teacher is in an Army uniform. "Kyle was in Junior ROTC with Boyd."

"That's got to be it. That's the pattern. Where's Boyd?" Deaton asks.

"Home by now. I'll call him." Stiles pulls out his phone.

"Lyds? What's wrong?" I ask, breaking her from her thoughts.

"I just thought of someone else with a military connection."

"Who?" Stiles questions, lowering his phone.

"Well, you should know especially."

"Me?"

"It's been there on his desk the whole time."

That's when it clicks, "Harris. He has the West Point honor code sitting on his desk." I say.

We all exchange looks of concern then rush to Harris' classroom. When we make it to the room Harris is nowhere to be seen. "Alright, this is just one of many possibilities. He could've simply left for the day." Deaton says, looking around the room.

Stiles walks towards the desk and picks up Harris' briefcase, "Not without this." He sets it back down, eyes staying on the papers on Harris' desk. He picks one up tilting his head in confusion.

"What?" Deaton and I ask at the same time.

"This test is graded R."

Lydia and I move forward. Lydia picks up another test, "This one is H."

Deaton steps next to us, he moves some of the papers around, spelling a word with the grades. "Stiles, remember I told you Druid is the Gaelic word for Wise Oak?"

Stiles nods so Deaton continues, "When a Druid went down the wrong path, the Wise Oak was sometimes said to have become a Dark Oak. There's a Gaelic word for that as well..."

He trails off, stopping when he has the word spelled out, "Darach."

Making our way out of the school Stiles turns to me, "You want a ride?"

"Yeah, actually could I come over?" Stiles nods. We make our way over to his jeep and he opens the passenger door for me. "Thanks."

"Welcome." He closes the door then walks over to the driver side, "So, not that I mind but why did you want to come over?"

I sigh, "I know we kinda have a lot going on right now but I promised Lydia I would try to figure out what she was and was hoping you would help me do some research." I awkwardly smile at Stiles waiting for him to reply.

He quickly glances at me, "Yeah sure. It's probably a good idea to take a step back from this for a little bit anyways."

My smile grows and I quickly lean up placing a kiss on Stiles cheek, "Thanks you're the best!"

Stiles starts blushing, "Uh yeah, no problem."

Once we made it to his room, we threw our bags on the ground and he made his way to his computer. "Alright, so I'm not sure exactly how to determine what she is but from my limited knowledge on all things supernatural I was thinking that she's either a phoenix or a banshee. Both are associated with death and that's really the only clue we have so far."

Stiles nods and starts his search. He prints out anything he can find on both creatures then we start our long search, highlighting any information we find that could relate to what has been happening to Lydia.

At some point in the night both of the teens fall asleep, papers scattered around them on the bed.