Here's a new chapter! Thanks to a very flexible finals schedule, I've finally been able to write so withour further ado, here's Chapter 21 featuring Hall & Oates' famous song "Maneater".

Chapter 21: "Maneater"

"I wouldn't if I were you

I know what she can do

She's deadly man

And she could really rip your world apart

Mind over matter

O oh, the beauty is there

But a beast is in the heart"

As the story came to light between the Sheriff, Stiles, and Argent, Isaac and Allison learned of how busy last night had truly been. While tracking the mouthless attacker, apparently named the Mute as Stiles had informed them earning a glare from his father, the Sheriff and Parrish were led to the school and were attacked by the tomahawk wielding Mute. Parrish managed to get around behind him and held him as the Sheriff handcuffed him and began to read him his rights. Meanwhile, Peter had managed to leave Derek's during the commotion with Liam and had followed them there. He then had knocked out Parrish and pushed the Sherriff out of the way before slicing the Mute's chest open and killing him. "Why would Peter do that?" Allison asked and Sherriff Stilinski eyes narrowed at that as he replied, "He said he was a creature of habit." Turning to Isaac and Allison, "I hope you are all not creatures of habit." Both shook their heads vigorously and the Sheriff sighed in relief before giving Argent a purposive look who also shook his head, "I have a new goal. Protect those who cannot protect themselves." Allison practically beamed at him as he said that and the Sherriff nodded in relief.

Stiles choose that moment to interrupt them and launch into his story about taking Malia out to Lydia's lake house again. "Apparently Lydia's mother thought we were partying and sent a keg of beer and invites to a bunch of underclassmen. Brilliant right?" It was not, Isaac and Allison quickly learned as Stiles, haltingly through an over abundance of sarcastic snarky comments, relayed that Malia had gotten out of the boat house and run rampant through the woods and she had been calmed through his smooth talking. Meanwhile Argent had shown up to find the man who had delivered the keg dead and missing his head.

From here, Argent stepped in and explained what he had learned from speaking with the Calaveras. It quite honestly was not much more than what they had already known about Kate: mainly that she was alive (already known fact), dangerous (seen that night at the school), out of control (also seen at the school), and accompanied by berserkers (terrifying creatures). What surprised both Allison and Isaac was that Argent had returned home upon receiving a text from Scott about Liam. Upon arriving he had discovered a half turned werewolf decapitated by his vehicle and an under control Malia being led slowly out of the woods by a shaky looking Stiles. "I was not shaky looking, that's my normal state." He grumbled before he continued with the most important news of all. "Lydia had a banshee episode and connected that a code on her laptop that she had typed up this week instead of math notes was a carbon copy of –"

"An assassin hit list for someone named the Benefactor. Presumably, it's all supernaturals with prices on their heads. The cannibal boy and his family, and the werewolf from last night were all on it with a few unclosed homicides recently as well. You're both on it and the code to crack the code was your name Allison, Lydia thinks it was because you died and came back." Stiles glared at his father for interrupting him while the rest of the group was silent and Isaac and Argent stared at Allison realizing the same thing simultaneously: Kate was behind this and it may not have to do with having died so much as a deadly warning. "Where's Lydia now?" Allison asked carefully ignoring her father and Isaac's protective looks. Although they both knew that she was more than capable of protecting herself, they still felt the need to at least stop her from running headlong into dangerous situations not unlike this one. "At the lake house trying to figure out some more of the code, it only unlocked a third of it." Stiles supplied still looking disappointed about being interrupted earlier as his father nodded.

Upon hearing this, Allison leapt up and started towards the door while the Sheriff and Stiles stared and Argent and Isaac sighed and stood up ready to follow her. "Where are you going?" The cop asked as the detective and his son couldn't deduce what was so blatantly obvious to the two trained marksmen. "She's going to help Lydia and we're about to be sent to look for clues." Stiles laughed at Argent's answer before turning to look at Isaac and grinning like the Cheshire cat. "Do you always do what she says?" Before the wolf could answer, the teen turned to the side to see Allison with glowing orange eyes and Stiles yelped in fear and fell out of his chair as she smirked and returned to normal, "Because I'm the boss." The Sheriff and Argent chuckled while Isaac smirked at the traumatized looking Stiles. Allison, thoroughly finished with amusing herself at Stiles' expense, turned back towards the door and added, "Are we going to solve this one or not?" Isaac didn't need to be asked twice and led the way out the door followed by the two Stilinskis with Argent locking the door behind them before trotting down the stairs after the impatient Huang and wolf duo.

Climbing into their respective cars, with Allison allowing Isaac the front seat knowing how much his claustrophobia affected him in the back seat. Argent revved up his SUV and led the way out of the parking lot with the Sheriff's car and Stiles' Jeep following. As the silence weighed on him, he glanced back at Allison biting her lip and looking out the window while Isaac drummed his fingers impatiently and did the same. "Why did Scott call you about Liam?" She finally burst out and Isaac turned and raised an eyebrow waiting to hear the answer. "Because he is stronger and more dangerous than any new wolf I've heard of or experienced." Isaac contemplated this for a moment before asking in a slow measure voice. "How can you know that when you've never met him?" Argent realized quickly that Isaac saw so much of himself in the boy and that the idea of him being the most dangerous werewolf that Argent had seen upset him considerably. "He has something called IED, Intermittent Explosive Disorder, and it is sudden bursts of uncontrollable rage that he has no control over. Stiles saw the effects of it with some quick internet digging and I agree that it will make him more dangerous if he cannot learn to control it." Isaac stared back at Argent as his mind worked slowly through this new information, methodical and patient beyond measure was how Isaac functioned; Allison not so much.

"So? Anger can be controlled." She pointed out with her eyebrows furrowed not fully understanding the gravity of what Liam had. "It's not like my anger or that of the beast, Al. He had no control over his rage before being bitten. Now it will be ten times as hard for him to control." Argent nodded as Allison's frown deepened and eyebrows furrowed further as she took in this new development with a wary, quick thinking bird's mentality. "With time, he can learn." She insisted as Argent and Isaac shared a look, she was not about to admit that she was wrong and they were not about to force her to. Perhaps one day he could, childhood diagnoses did not always lead to adult diagnoses with the right therapy and treatment. But it certainly would be a hard road for the teen, more so than it had been for him and Allison; that was not to say that they had it easy either.

The rest of the drive to the Martin's lake house was spent in silence as Allison and Isaac remained wrapped up in their own thoughts and Argent focused on driving. By the time they arrived, Allison practically flew out of the car in her determination to help her best friend. "Want me to come with?" Isaac asked as he rolled down the window and Allison shook her head at the suggestion before running back towards the car and kissing his cheek with a reassuring grin. "It's a girl thing." He nodded in response and waved as she ran inside before turning to Argent, "To the school?" The marksman shook his head with a light chuckle; the boy still had much to learn about this family's ways. "CSI always corrupts evidence," Argent explained as he parked the car over by the trees and stepped out of the vehicle with a slight smirk. "We'll start with the headless wolf over here."

Isaac quickly realized that it was far better to leave the investigating to Stiles and the Sheriff in most cases because this was not his trade of choice. "Don't step there Isaac!" Argent grumbled for the umpteenth time as the teen moved his boot back a few inches from the spot of dirt in front of him. "What now?" He groaned and Argent glared at him before sighing in response as he remembered that unlike Allison, he had not been told about investigative strategies at this point in his training. "We can get a mold from this shoeprint and then potentially figure out something about the assassin." The teen's mouth opened in an o-shape and then closed as he nodded along before completely stepping back and crouching down as he looked at it. "Isn't it a little small?"

"Is that what Allison says about -" Stiles interjected only to earn himself a smack from both Argent and a harder one from Isaac. "Shut it Stiles." The Sheriff grumbled as he turned to Argent with a frown and looked down at the camera that the hunter was holding. "What have you found that my techs missed?" Rolling his eyes and shaking his head at the idea, Argent looked up at the Sheriff and pointed towards the print, "A print that your techs stomped all over." Isaac smirked as he realized that he was not completely at fault for messing up the crime scene this time. As the four peered closer at the print, it was Stiles who admitted, "It is a rather small print." Sherriff Stilinski nodded in agreement as he, not to be outdone by his son, added, "Narrow too, likely enough to be a females."

Chris turned towards Isaac and nodded at the boy who automatically started feeling out the chemo signatures and eliminating those that reeked of preoccupied cops, focused and latex covered CITs, and the overwhelming scent of fear that the dead werewolf had produced that had not quite diffused entirely. Suddenly he became aware of a light floral scent, nothing like his Allison would wear, but a very young feminine combined with overwhelming confidence to the point of borderline arrogance. "It was a young teenage girl, trained assassin from the signature that she left behind." He observed to the two Stilinskis' surprise and a grin and a smack on the back from Argent, "That's exactly what I'm seeing here too, looks as if we have a killer high schooler on our hands." Stiles groaned at that one as he rolled his eyes and muttered, "Never had one of those before, have we?"

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