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Stiles and her father are playing a game of chess. Only they're not in his hospital room nor are they at home. She knows where they are because it's the same room that she remembers seeing her mother 10 years ago.

And rather than just seeing the Nemeton from the distance as she has done before, she and her father are sitting on the stump as if it were one of their traditions. As if he was in the room with her as well, but she knows. She knows that what she is seeing isn't really him, but she isn't ready to let him go. Not yet anyway.

She looks at the board. She is playing the black pieces while her father is playing the white. The game appears to be an intense one. To someone who doesn't know much about chess, it will seem that Stiles is the one who has a chance in winning considering that she more pieces on the board.

But Stiles isn't someone who doesn't know. She's not an exact master, but she knows she is trouble because while her king heavily guarded by three pawns, she is one move from being in checkmate with her father's white knight.

"Are you okay?" He questions her, breaking her thought process, "Is it the baby?"

Stiles gives a light laugh, "No, the baby is fine." She rubs her hand down her stomach, "She's just kicking up a storm. Tends to get like that when I'm upset."

Her father gives a sympathetic expression, "Is it about the fight with you and Derek?"

Stiles tilts her head to the side, "It's part of it." She admits carefully, "It's mostly because of a dream I had." She chuckles uneasily, "It was actually... It was more like a reoccurring nightmare."

"What happened?"

"You died," Stiles answers weakly.

Noah doesn't blink at her answer, "Stiles if it was just a dream, why do you look so worried?"

"Because I didn't wake up…Not from that," Her voice starts to tremble. "But this?" She gestures between the two of them, "This…" She stops herself unable to say the words out loud. "The last time I was in this place I was dead. I saw Mom standing in this exact spot we're sitting in right now, but unlike before I can remember what happened before I found myself here." Her lip starts to tremble, "And I don't want to wake up," Her voice cracks. "I don't want to go back knowing that won't you be with me."

"Mieczysława Stilinski," Noah says, surprising Stiles by calling her by her birth name. The fact that her father calls her by real name only causes a numbing pain in her chest to blossom, "No matter what happens I'll always be with you, do you understand?" Stiles nods her head unable to stop the tears falling from her face, "Good." He looks down at the board between them, particularly at his white knight.

Stiles immediately starts shaking her head as she watches him reach for his white knight, "Don't let me go," She begs him, unable to move her arms to prevent him from completing the move. "Please don't make me go."

"I'm sorry kiddo," He tells her with a broken and proud smile, "But you have to."

When he moves his white knight in the checkmate position, Stiles feels the room around the beginning to change.

Two weeks have passed since Derek had seen Stiles.

And out of the 14 days of not seeing her there were two times when her name was mentioned.

It was Day 3 after seeing her, that Erica and Boyd informed him that Stiles had pushed back the opening of Beacon Academy; resulting in the students of the Preserve to attend Beacon Hills High School in the upcoming week.

Five days later, making it Day 8, Melissa dropped off her report from her prenatal appointment with Stiles. Melissa explained to him that everything did appear to be normal despite the circumstances. She also told him Noah's memorial was happening that following evening.

Derek wasn't sure if she told him out of pity or not.

After that, there was nothing.

Until now...

Derek is feeling a sense of helplessness and urgency as he hurries his way through Eichen House to find Erica and Boyd already waiting for him there, "How bad is it?"

"They just put Lydia in a room," Boyd explains to him. He seems almost quite hesitant about giving Derek his findings, "Scott's been missing since she's been in surgery."

He notices that Boyd hasn't given him the news on one other person, "What about Stiles?"

But he knows. He knows it in his heart, but he needs someone to say out aloud.

"She's gone," Erica whispers.

Derek feels his heart sink to the bottom of his stomach. Feelings of anger and worry taking over his mental state. And most of all, he feels regret for letting Stiles walk out on him in the first place. He needs to go out and find her, find her before Gerard hurts her or their child.

"Alpha Hale," Dr. Conrad, Eichen House's lead doctor comments, making his way into the lobby. "I was told that you were to be expected. You can see her now if you'd like."

Erica speaks instantly, "Of course, we would."

Derek questions, "Is she going to be okay?"

"Yes, but she will be out for a couple of more hours," He explains to them as he escorts them a door. "But the good news is that the bullets missed everything that matters."

When he opens the door, they see Isaac sitting in the chair beside Lydia holding onto her hand, "If you need anything, please don't hesitate to use the nurse's call button." Without another word, the doctor walks away, focusing on his next patient.

Derek sees that Lydia has minor scratches on her face, but the scent of the blood still managed to linger in the room. There is something else too.

"Isaac?"

The cheerful and friendly werewolf Derek recalls meeting just over two months ago isn't anywhere to be seen. Instead what Derek smells is a walking ticking bomb of an angry werewolf. His eyes are tear-stained red while his hands are clenched into fists. Derek notices that blood is dripping from them.

"I'm going to kill him."

The declaration is hard and cold, but no one needs to question Isaac on the "him" in question.

"We need to find him first," Scott's voice informs them, causing everyone to look back at the door. "Derek, there's someone you need to meet."

It is not long before Derek, Erica, and Boyd are following Scott as he leads them underground into the tunnel system, "Is it even safe to be down here?" Erica questions with some uneasiness.

Scott doesn't look over his shoulder as he leads them to a door, but does answer the question, "It is if you know the correct way."

He places a hand on a scanner that is attached to the wall. It makes a beeping sound and the door automatically opens and he walks inside.

Boyd, Erica, and Derek give each other uncertain looks as if to say is this a good idea?

While Derek does shake his head with the unanswered question, he goes into the bunker first and comes face to face with a young woman with bruises on her face, exposing a serious expression, Scott looks from the woman to Derek, "Derek, meet Allison Argent."

"No," Derek says without hesitation, "No way."

"You have no reason to trust me, Derek," Allison tells him in an empathetic tone. "After what my aunt and grandfather have done to your family, along with everyone else, I don't blame you." Derek stares at her silently, "But I don't have the luxury of standing around and waiting for you to decide if you want to trust me or not."

"When you found out that Kate had been behind the fires, I knew that we would need outside help in searching for her after she disappeared," Scott explains to him. "Allison has been our eyes and ears for the past couple of years about Gerard."

Erica scoffs at the statement, "Well she didn't seem to do a very good job."

Allison doesn't blink at the vocal diss, she is too busy watching Derek, who is watching her with an unimpressed expression, "And what did you find out," He questions her.

Allison indicates further into the bunker, "Come see for yourself."

She steps to the side, allowing Derek to go further inside the bunker and Derek can't hide his awe of the wall that Allison has directed him to. Along with Boyd and Erica, he is amazed at the calendars, images, and sticky notes with thumb-tacked pieces of string connecting the pieces of information. He looks alongside the wall, taking in the pictures and articles covering most of the wall.

His eyes stop at a pinned polaroid picture of a young Allison with a couple smiling in the background with the caption "Nous protégeons Ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger" is written in the white space.

"We protect those who cannot protect themselves," Derek translates more to himself. He focuses on Allison who has been watching them with silent patience, "This isn't your family's code."

"I go by a new principle," She tells him. "There's a lot that we need to talk about, but first we need to find Stiles."

Erica questions, "How are we going to find her when the one person that possibly can is lying unconscious in a hospital bed?"

"I'm already working on that," Allison answers with confidence.

"I don't know anything!" A hunter cries just as a human Malia bangs his head against a mirror causing it to crack. The pressure is intense enough that the man's face begins to start bleeding unto the cracks, "I swear. I don't know who ordered the hit on the house."

Malia growls in frustration, "Did you know who was there?" Malia questions the man angrily, "Did you know that there were people who were ordinary in there?"

The man starts crying, "No, I didn't know anything." Malia lets him go, but the man is smart enough to move slowly and face the enraged werecoyote, "I don't know anything."

This claim seems to enrage Malia further as she grabs him by the collar of his shirt pulling him close, "Maybe you haven't noticed, but in the past five minutes I've been having trouble restraining myself." Malia tells the man in a calm voice as her eyes go blue, "When I don't have that people tend to get hurt."

The man focuses on Braeden Tandy, a mercenary, who is standing quietly in the corner of the room, "Please…Stop her."

She gives the man a detached expression, "I don't have any control over her." She says plainly, "Maybe you should answer her questions."

"I swear I don't know!" The man cries out. Malia grunts in frustration, releasing the man with a shove, "Please don't kill me!"

"You think I'm going to kill you?" Malia laughs in a manic manner, "You think we're all killers?" She takes a step and the man cowers in fear, "Maybe we should be."

"You're gonna kill him?" Braeden questions with some interest in her voice. The man looks to her as if he has suddenly gained an ally, "I mean, I don't care if you do." She shares turning the tables on him, "But, have you thought this through?" She questions the werecoyote, "Any idea where you're gonna dump the body?"

Malia hands shake slightly, "I can eat him."

"Works for me," Braeden states in a bored tone.

"Killing me isn't going to stop what Gerard is planning!" The hunter shouts at them.

Braeden gives the man a look of interest, "I thought you said you didn't know anything."

The man's eyes widen in fear as he realizes he played right into their hands, "I-I…"

Braeden shakes her head at him in disappointment, turning her back away from Malia and the unknown hunter, a fierce growl fills the room, "No more lies."

"Hopefully, they'll find something out. While we wait on that are other matters we need to discuss," Allison tells them when she sees the surprised expressions on the Hale pack members.

Erica's eyes widen at the thought, "What do you mean?"

Allison Argent, crossbow in hand, runs in the rain towards a tunnel located in Cabeceiras, Brazil to meet with police contact. The mood of the location isn't ideal due to the sound of thunder filling the air, rain pouring down, and lightning cracking through the sky.

When she reaches the tunnel, a man is leaning against an unmarked patrol car. She takes shelter from the rain, only to find that man has already pulled out a gun on him.

Allison isn't surprised at the action, "Is that necessary?"

The Officer doesn't put down the gun, "An Argent asks me to meet one of them alone in the middle of the night?" The Officer question rhetorically, "I bring a gun."

Allison doesn't remind him that he is the one who contacted her first.

Allison nods her head in understanding as she pulls out an envelope and hands it to him. The Officer lowers his gun, taking the envelope and opens it up to see that it is filled with cash, "You trying to insult me with a bribe?" He questions as if he is truly insulted.

"It's payment for anyone willing to give information," Allison answers in a business-like tone.

"You're going to need more than this if you want anyone to talk," The Officer advises. "And it's not about greed."

"Fear?"

"Superstition," He corrects her.

"What kind?"

"You don't want to know," He turns around towards his car to leave, but Allison isn't finished with the conversation as she shoots an arrow rather close to the man's feet, causing him to halt. "But I came here specifically to find out things I don't wanna know," She tells him casually, "Tell me what everyone's so afraid of down here." She says. The man finally faces her, but she gives him an expression of confidence, "You might be surprised at how open-minded I can be."

"He showed me the site where twelve bodies, werewolves, had been burned with the words Beacon Hills written on the walls," Allison shares in a grim tone.

Derek's jaw clenches at the news, "When?"

"If my timeline is correct, it happened around the same time, if not close, to the murder of the Talbot siblings," Allison shares with them. "When Scott had told me that Gerard was back in Beacon Hills, I knew there was only one person who could've been behind the murder of the family. Kate." She sighs, "It took some time, almost a month before we started hearing rumors about her being seen in Mexico. We got some intel on the location, but…"

Braeden, Isaac, and Allison are trailing through some catacombs. Braeden and Allison are armed with their flashlights and their preferred weapons with Isaac ahead of them, "If we find Kate in here, what are you gonna do with her?"

"I haven't decided," Allison answers honestly. "She has a lot to answer for too many families."

She steps over one of the many skeletons that have been scattered and shattered on the ground floor. She nearly crashes into Isaac who has suddenly stopped in front of them, "What?" Braeden whispers sensing his uneasiness.

"There's something else in here," He whispers, looking around the space they are in.

"Something like what?" She and Isaac peer down the dark passageway with the little light they had.

Allison, who has been checking their backs briefly sees skeletons moving in the dark, "Something not human," Allison answers in a whisper.

No one moves, but in the still air a breathing echo starts filling the air, "You hear that?"

"Do you not smell that?" Isaac retorts with a tone of disgust. "It smells like death in here," His face wrinkles.

The breathing suddenly disappears and is slowly begins to be replaced with something else.

Footsteps, along with multiple growling sounds that seem to be closing in on them.

"Where is it?" Allison questions the others in a whisper, "Do you see it?"

"No, I don't know!" Isaac whispers at her, "I can't see anything!"

"Where is this thing?"

Whatever, the hell it is, has started circling them and the growling is now getting closer and closer as whispers start filling the air.

"It's everywhere!"

"I don't remember what happened after that," Allison finishes. "None of us do, but we woke up with a concussion and a few broken ribs, in the Calavera Compound." She scratches the top of her eyebrow.

"The Calaveras?"

"A hunting family. They're the ones who told us where Kate had been rumored to be seen," Allison answers. "The Matriarch failed to mention beforehand that she had sent four of her people there without any of them returning." She crosses her arms, showing that she is still peeved, "Whatever was down there hits hard enough that even a werewolf needs time to heal. Would've gone back too if I hadn't gotten Scott's message about Stiles' father."

Boyd's eyes fall to a map with several red dots marking various places around the globe. One is marked close to their location while others are marked in Toulouse (France), Brasilia (Brazil), Danzao (China), Łagów (Russia), and Armidale (Australia), "What do the red dots mean?"

"I have an explanation for that," Isaac's voice says as he appears at the bunker door.

"Malia's at Eichen with Lydia and Braeden is taking care of the hunter, who has no idea on who ordered the attack on Stiles' home, so we should assume the attack is an isolated incident," Isaac shares with them as he pops a breath mint in his mouth, "However, he was very open in talking about the map when Braeden mentioned it. It's a map of the Nemetons around the world that he got from Gerard."

"There's one for each continent," Erica says. "Well, at least excluding Antarctica."

"Right, but unlike the one here, they haven't been active in thousands of years."

Boyd questions, "What does Gerard want with them?"

"If they're like the one here, then they're beacons for supernaturals." Isaac continues, crossing his arms, "And if you have the desire to kill every supernatural creature in the world, these are where you would start."

"Then Gerard isn't going to stop with Beacon Hills," Scott realizes. "He wants the whole world."

"There's something else that you need to know," Isaac shares, eyeing Allison in particular. "Malia said she caught a strange scent lingering within Stiles' home, I stopped there on the way and it was exactly like that smell in the catacombs where Kate had been seen."

Isaac's last statement leaves an unasked question lingering in the air.

"If Kate's back in Beacon Hills," Allison says, breaking the silence. "There's only one place she could've taken Stiles, but we all can't go and risk her taking off with Stiles."

Erica questions, "So, what do you expect the rest of us to do?"

For a moment it seems that Allison doesn't have an answer, but Derek watches her as she seems to be having a million thoughts in her head before answering, "No doubt word about the shooting has circulated through the Preserve, so Boyd, Erica, and Isaac, you three go see the families. Stiles and her father did a lot for them, with his passing and the shooting, I know they'll be taking it personally; make sure that they don't act out on it. Scott, you go back to Eichen to get yourself checked out and be with Lydia; I'm sure they would prefer having someone, who isn't going to maul every orderly checking in on her within the room. Derek and I will bring our girl home."

Stiles wakes up to see that she is lying on a floor. She immediately knows that she's not at home because she's certain that her home didn't have a massive hole in the wall (unlike that one time, thank you Scott and Jackson). That and the floor is disgusting.

Gross.

Sitting up, she feels a heavyweight on her right leg and an ache in her shoulder. It takes her brain a second to realize that she has been shot which then leads her to panic about the baby. But when she feels a kick, a strong one, it's all she needs to know that the baby is fine. What isn't fine, is the wound that is now bleeding slightly from what she can see due to the little light that is provided. And the weight she feels on her leg is a chain wrapped around her ankle and bolted to the floor.

She also feels a throbbing pain across her face. She touches her face carefully, only move her finger away and find blood on her fingertips.

Where the hell is she?

"Look, who's finally awake," A none too friendly voice she recognizes comments. Stiles has to blank her eyes to get used to the darkness, surprised that Kate Argent is standing in front of her with a look of triumphant on her face, "Good cause you don't want to miss what happens next."

And right in front of her Kate starts changing, her face changes to a dark blue, as her lips turn black, while her teeth transformed into fangs, and her eyes take on a greenish hue.

Stiles backs as close to the wall as possible muttering, "Holy…"

Out of all the things that she expected from Kate, her shifting into a supernatural creature hadn't been on top of the list.

Hell, it wasn't even on the list.

"H-how?"

Kate seems almost pleased at Stiles' inability to form a proper question. She takes a step closer, her eyes watching Stiles as if she were hunting her, "Let's just say that Derek isn't the last Alpha I've tangled with." She gives her a feigned friendly smile, "My first full moon was the hardest, but something kept pulling me to a place called la Iglesia, to the temple of Tezcatlipoca. When I got there, I found the Berserkers waiting for me. They helped me survive."

"The Church?" Stiles questions even more confused as she tries to think why exactly Kate would go to such a place like that. There isn't much that she remembers about the place herself. All she can fully remember is that an earthquake had leveled the town surrounding it, but there had been rumors about why the structure remained standing…supernatural rumors. "La Loba," Stiles calls her. "The Bone Woman."

Kate gives her an impressed smile, "So you know the legend." She gives Stiles an interested look over, "You seem to know a lot of things, then maybe you can help me out with another then."

"Okay…"

"You know the history of my family," She turns away from Stiles, walking away. "I'm sure they educated you and your classmates about us." She stops suddenly as she nears the wall with a hole in it, "So explain to me how a 400-year-old powerful, wealthy, aristocratic family of werewolf hunters' reputation gets decimated by an ancient power rumored to be gone."

"What makes you think that has anything to do with what happened?"

"You know as well as I do," Kate tells her. "That people will say anything and everything to save their lives."

Stiles feels a vibration through her body. It isn't from what Kate has said, but how she said it.

Someway, somehow in the past month and a half since she disappeared, Kate learned about the Nemeton.

Meanwhile, at Eichen, a peeved Malia is standing in an elevator with Scott, "You want to tell me why we're sneaking into the Ward when Lydia could be waking up any second?"

While Stiles and her father were able to rehabilitate some of the members of the Preserve from the tragedy ten years ago, not all patrons were exactly willing.

Just like with the old Eichen House building, the Clinic had a special place for supernatural beings that were putting the town's human population at risk. But unfortunately, the Clinic didn't lay on the strongest convergence of telluric currents in Beacon Hills, so it resorted to having to take the rowan wood and mountain ash from the original Eichen House to the Clinic to rebuild the wing. The wood and mountain ash functioned as its security system; it kept the creatures who are meant to stay inside from easily escaping and prevents other supernatural beings from coming inside if they aren't meant to do so.

Only a flaw was discovered in the design a year after it was built, due to a wendigo somehow escaping, and it forced the Clinic to upgrade its security with no one being able to get in or out of the Ward without an access key.

"She's not going to be waking up anytime soon," Scott explains to her. "There's a reason why when Lydia needs absolute silence and focus when she initiates a premonition. She's a powerful banshee, which while is a good thing can be bad. Whenever she purposely goes into a hypnotic state, the voices that she hears can get so loud that she can lose her way."

Malia is confused by the explanation, "What does that even mean?"

The elevator dings when they reach the bottom of Eichen and open its doors. Scott gets off with Malia following him already knowing where they needed to go, "It means that Lydia will stay unconscious until we find a way to bring her back."

They turn a corner are walking down a hall that has multiple glass cells that appear to contain other supernatural creatures, "Then how do we bring her back?"

"We'll need Meredith's help."

"Who the hell is Meredith?"

Scott stops them at a cell and uses a key card to enter the room. The occupant doesn't react to their presence as Scott and Malia enter the room.

"Meredith?" Scott calls to her, "It's Scott. Scott McCall. "Can you hear me?" Meredith doesn't give him an answer, "We need your help. Lydia is lost somewhere in her mind." Not even mentioning Lydia's name gets him a response, "We're trying to get her out of there."

Malia tries to help as well, "Meredith, listen." She kneels to her level, "There are people in Beacon Hills trying to hurt us and we can't stop them unless Lydia's with us." She places a begging hand on Meredith's, "Please, help us so we can protect everyone."

This seems to spark a response from Meredith as she takes her other hand, grabbing hold of Scott's and places it on the back of her neck, "I could hurt you." However, Meredith pushes his fingers harder against her neck, "Okay." He looks to Malia, "Keep a lookout."

Malia nods her head and with a flick of his fingers, Scott inserts his claws into Meredith's neck.

Kate is now kneeling in front of Stiles, "You're smart enough not to lie to me." She gives Stiles a thoughtful look over, "So tell me what I want to know."

"There is nothing to know," Stiles tells her, and she hates that it comes out in shakiness and not strong. "Because I don't know myself. Even after all these years, the only thing I can tell you is that it brought me back to life the night I died." She tries not to blink at Kate's unwavering stare, "That's all I know."

"It brought you back to life?" Kate questions her with some interest. "It brought you back from the dead?" Stiles nods her head unable to speak, watching as Kate taps a claw on the floor, dangerously close to her leg, "Where can I find it?"

"You can't," Stiles tells her. She swallows nervously, "It has a mind of its own. If it doesn't want to be found, then it's not going to be found." She notices that Kate is now clenching her hands, correction her claws, into a tight fist, "It's getting worse, isn't it? The surges of anger. The loss of control." Her breath comes out shaky, "Soon you won't be able to blame the moon for your actions."

Kate gives her an unimpressed expression, "You think you know everything, don't you?"

"I know that when you tried to go back to your father, after publicly denouncing the family name a decade ago, you had to reprove your loyalty to the Argent name by doing something completely dangerous," Stiles tells her. "You were a skilled hunter, no surprise that you probably achieved the goal, but it's also been so long that you slipped somehow. Made a mistake." Her breathing starts to become more solid as she continues, "You're smart though, you wanted until the full moon to see if it had cost you your father's blessing and it did." Stiles blinks for the first time since their conversation started, "So now, you can't go back unless you can exhibit absolute and total control."

Kate eyes her dangerously and for a moment Stiles thinks she's good as dead, but to her surprise, Kate gets up trying to keep herself in control and storms out of the room. She lets out a sigh of relief, leaning her head against the wall. However, she doesn't miss the moving shadows that seemed to have been following Kate.

Inside Meredith's mind, Scott follows Meredith as she leads him to the elevator that takes them out of the Ward. However, when they step into the machine it doesn't move after it closes its doors. Scott is confused as to what is going on, but just as he is about to ask, it dings and the doors open.

Scott's eyes widen as he sees that they're in the middle of Stiles' home. The house looks completely untouched, free of the disaster that transpired over an hour ago. Meredith takes a step of the elevator easily and Scott quickly follows suite.

The moment he does, a distressed Lydia appears in front him on her knees as she covers her ear, wincing in pain.

In the real world, Malia is standing by the door with Scott standing rock still, his claws embedded in Meredith's neck.

Just as luck would have it, Malia spots two orderlies coming from down the hall checking the cells. Moving quickly, she closes the door to Meredith's cell and rips off the electronic card reader, facing the two orderlies on her own. She takes out the two orderlies easily but is then confronted by a very large, muscular guard who seems to growl as he rushes toward Malia.

Back inside Meredith's mind, Lydia is starting to cry, "She doesn't have much time," Meredith warns him. "She's going to being consumed by her power and then the voices will be loud enough to kill her."

"How do we stop it?"

"You can't," Meredith tells him. "But I can." Scott gives her a questioning expression, "I'm the one who taught her how to use her power, but it's too dangerous for someone like you to be around us. You need to go."

Scott removes his claws from Meredith's neck, but can still hear the whisper of her voice, "I'll save her."

He jumps when the door slams open and a large, muscular guard stands there for a moment before collapsing forwarding to the room.

Malia is standing behind him, "Is he out?" She questions, tired from the fight.

Scott checks the guard over, "Yeah."

"Finally," She breathes out just before shifting back into her coyote form.

Allison and Derek are walking down a dirt road with Allison armed with a machine gun. They have abandoned Allison's vehicle a mile back. While there had been an understanding silence between the two of them, the tension underneath it is too much for Allison, "Whatever you're feeling right now," Allison tells him. "I suggest you let out because where we're going, you're going to need a clear head."

"You're not my ally," Derek declares in a hard tone. "You're a hunter."

"You're right. I am a hunter." Allison agrees calmly, "Trained before I could even speak, and I've trained with others. But that's not the question you want to ask me."

"What's your grudge with Kate and Gerard?"

"They're trying to kill my friends," She answers in an obvious manner. "That's enough reason for me." She then quickly taps a finger alongside the machine gun she is armed with, her signal for them to stop.

Ahead of them, Derek sees is a faded sign that reads Argent Arms International, "My dad used to bring me here." She tells him, "We used to own the building." She gives an uncomfortable shoulder roll, "It was part of our business." A moment of awkward silence falls between them, "We should be careful because whatever attacked me and the others in the catacombs might still be here."

Derek and Allison make their way inside the abandoned warehouse. The warehouse is filled with plastic covering with papers and other office-like equipment scattered along the floor.

"I knew you'd find me," Kate's voice echoes through the building.

"Where is she?" Derek questions as he and Allison search the building for Kate's presence. He can smell something in the building with them. Something that isn't exactly right.

"But you shouldn't have come here, Allison," Kate says as her large silhouette appears from behind a plastic covering. Allison immediately turns the machine gun in her hands towards the figure.

Her steps get closer, "But... I was hoping we could do this later." She rotates her neck as if she is releasing the tension, "I just needed a little more time." As she speaks, two silhouettes join her, one on each side.

Allison still has her weapon trained to where Kate's figure, her eyes focused, "For what?"

"To learn control," Kate answers as she walks around the plastic covering, revealing her werejaguar shift. This takes both Derek and Allison by surprise, but neither one of them breaks their determined expressions, "Lower the gun, Allison."

Behind her, they see the two figures more clearly. They wear elaborate but crudely constructed armor made entirely of bone and skin. Their faces and head are covered with wear bear skulls.

"Berserkers," Allison breathes out.

"We walk away." Kate offers, "And you don't have to get hurt again."

"You know I'm not going to let that happen," Allison says with absolution, her finger closing in on the trigger.

"You want to kill me, Allison?" Kate questions, her face completely calm.

"I still haven't decided." Allison answers, "But I do know I don't want to save you because I know if you're not worth saving."

Kate doesn't seem to be insulted at Allison's answer, "You're just like your father when he and I were kids," Kate tells her with a slow nod. "He was always trying to make me the bad guy." She declares, "When are you going to realize that none of them are your family? Not after they killed your parents?"

Allison doesn't blink at the mentioning of her parents, "They are my family."

Without another word, Allison starts firing at the Berserkers.

Back in her mind, Meredith kneels in front of Lydia.

Lydia is covered in sweat with her hands still covering her ear. Her lips tremble horribly as she tries to keep herself from screaming. She doesn't to react to Meredith's sudden appearance, "I'm here to help you," Meredith tells her, before grabbing Lydia from both sides of her head and releases a piercing scream.

Allison seems to have her lost her gun in the fray as a Berserker punches her into a table. Her body shakes the table upon impact, but the Berserker doesn't halt its speed as it goes after with a fist ready. Allison rolls off the table just in time as the Berserker's fist meets the table, breaking it into two.

Derek dodges a punch from the other Berserker him, but still focuses on trying to find Stiles through the chaos. He goes to attack the same Berserker, but the creature sends him to the floor with an easy smack across the face. He ends up sliding onto the ground but as he tries to get back to his feet the attacking Berserker sends him flying with a punch. This sends Derek flying through multiple cubicle walls. The last cubicle wall is attached to an empty room. He groans in pain, rolling 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.

Allison sends punches to the armored creature, but nothing seems to work as the creature seems to corner her before attempting to send a punch her way. She dodges the blow, ducking off to the side, just as the Berserker's fist meets a column that gets slightly shattered into dust.

Lydia is seeming tired, but is relived at Meredith's presence, "Thank you."

Meredith shakes her head, "You're not out of the woods yet." She helps Lydia up to her feet, "I've managed to separate the voices from you, but they're your voices, not mine. You need to focus on invoking another premonition."

Lydia looks at her with surprise, "How exactly am I supposed to do that?" She gestures around them, "I'm stuck inside my head."

"The way you've always done it," Meredith tells her. "By using your voice like a bullet."

Lydia is about to argue that the logic doesn't make, but when she hears someone groaning in pain, she turns and sees Allison losing her fight with a Berserker.

The Berserker sends another punch to Allison's face. She staggers back on her feet slightly, but the Berserker's attacks are relentless as it starts choking her. She forces the creature's arms up with a shove of her own, but the creature quickly then sends a double fist attack down on her head, knocking her to the floor. It grabs hold of her shoulder with one specific bone protruding from its armor ready to strike.

Throughout, her fight with the Berserker, Allison's body has been radiating with pain. Her injuries from the catacombs started to flare up, hindering her ability to fight against the creature, and she berates herself for not letting herself heal yet. She, in a way, accepts her fate with the Berserker and closes her eyes, but not before she feels a familiar sensation radiate throughout her body.

She hears a whisper of her name, "Allison…" Just before a familiar banshee-like wail echoes through her ears without seemingly affecting her, but the Berserker as it releases her, stepping back and holding onto its head as if it hears the wail. Though the wailing has stopped the creature's body vibrates entirely, causing a crack in its skull that gets bigger before the creature shatters into dust.

Meanwhile, at Eichen, Scott and Malia have patiently returned to Lydia's room without any further incidents. Scott is holding onto Lydia's hand, hoping for any sign that Meredith has been able to help bring Lydia back when she suddenly snaps upright releasing a piercing scream that causes the lights to explode.

"Lydia?" Allison calls out to her friend as she opens her eyes. Only Allison discovers that she is alone in the main part of the building. Kate is nowhere in sight, but she hears voices muttering in the distance. She pushes herself off the floor, holding onto the side where she still has the bruised rib and slowly makes her way to the sound.

She is almost close to passing out when she hears another call of her name. This time closer and clearer than the one from before. As her vision begins to blur, she feels a light hum overtake her and she takes a deep breath, "Stiles."

Isaac, Erica, and Boyd are standing amid pieces of broken glass, bullet-filled walls, and a blood-streaked floor. They can smell the blood and fear that has lingered in the air. But it wasn't just blood and fear that lingered in the air. There is something else in there too.

Rage. Rage with a hint of death written all over it.

Isaac's phone beeps as multiple notifications come through. He quickly pulls it out and opens the messages and breaths a breath of relief, "They found Stiles. Heading to the Clinic now." He reads aloud, "Lydia's woken up too."

"Thank God," Erica says with a relief of her own as she leans her head on Boyd's shoulder.

"Thank God indeed," A voice agrees with her in an English accent. He looks in the direction of her voice and removes his sunglasses, revealing cloudy eyes with red irises.

I will also be finishing up TNH: The Time In Between pt.2 this year, because apparently that's been open for the past three years...Whoops!

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