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RAEGAN MCCALL

After class, I met up with Stiles, Sammy, and Scott in the hallway and they caught me up on everything.

"Stiles almost got laid?!" my eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

"Yeah, but that's not the p-" Stiles did a double-take. "Why is it so hard to believe I almost got laid?"

"So you think they kidnapped Heather to turn her?" Sammy changed the subject.

"Derek says it's easier to turn teenagers," Stiles offered, giving me a parting glare.

"But what would a pack of alphas need with a beta?" Scott asked.

"Scott, I don't know. I don't care. All right? This girl... Our moms were best friends before mine died, all right? We used to take frickin' bubble baths together when we were three. I gotta find her."

"Then we need Isaac to remember."

"How?" I asked. "Peter and Derek couldn't do it. You know any other werewolves with a better trick?"

"Maybe not a werewolf," Scott said slowly. "But someone who knows a lot about 'em. "

|| Teen Wolf ||

"Obviously, it's not going to be particularly... comfortable," Deaton said as Derek, Stiles, and Scott were putting loads of ice in the metal tub filled nearly to the brim with water. "But if we can slow your heart rate down enough, you'll slip into a trance-like state."

"Like being hypnotized," Isaac said.

"Exactly," Deaton nodded. "You'll be half transformed. It'll let us access your subconscious mind."

"How slow does his heart rate need to be?" Scott asked, finishing up with the ice.

"Very slow."

"Okay, well, how slow is very slow?" Derek frowned.

"Nearly dead."

I didn't like this.

Isaac put his hand in the water and immediately pulled it back out, wincing. "It's safe, though, right?"

"Do you want me to answer honestly?" Deaton asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No. No, not really."

I definitely didn't like this. It was a good thing Addie wasn't here. I don't know if she could handle seeing him like this.

In the tense moment we heard a loud snap. Six heads turned to look at Stiles, who had put on a rubber glove and was smiling.

"What?" he asked. When no one answered, he sighed and dramatically pulled the glove off.

Derek turned to look back at Isaac. "Look, if it feels too risky, you don't have to do this."

The rest of us nodded in agreement.

But Isaac only sighed as he pulled his gray t-shirt over his head, revealing a broad, pale torso. He climbed into the tub and lowered himself down, already shivering.

Scott and Derek counted to three, then dunked him under the water. Isaac was still for a minute, then he began thrashing around and flew up from the water. His eyes were yellow and he was roaring.

"Get him back under! Hold him!" Deaton shouted.

"We're trying!" Derek struggled.

All of us pushed him back under the water and held him there. He suddenly stopped thrashing and I felt my heart stop. Was he dead? Did I just help murder my own best friend? I felt faint.

When the boys let him go, Isaac floated back up to the surface and his eyes were closed as he took a deep breath. Oh, thank God. I felt my heart begin pounding in my chest again.

Deaton held up a finger. "Now, remember, only I talk to him. Too many voices will confuse him and draw him out." When all of us nodded, he gently asked, "Isaac? Can you hear me?"

"Yes. I can hear you," Isaac said, softly.

"This is Dr. Deaton. I'd like to ask you a few questions. Is that alright?"

"Yes."

"I want to ask you about the night you found Erica and Boyd. I want you to remember it for me in as vivid detail as possible, like you're actually there again."

"I, I don't wanna do that. I don't... I don't wanna do that. I don't wanna do that," Isaac freaked out and the lights began flickering.

"Isaac, it's all right," Deaton calmed. "Just relax. They're just memories. You can't be hurt by a memory."

"I don't wanna do that," Isaac repeated, his voice shaky.

"It's all right."

"I don't wanna do that," Isaac said, quieter.

"Relax. Relax. Good. Now let's go back to that night. To the place you found Erica and Boyd. Can you tell me what you see? Is there some kind of building? A house?"

"It's not... it's not a house. It's stone. I think marble," Isaac frowned.

"That's perfect. Can you give me any other descriptors?"

"It's dusty, so empty. Like an abandoned building?"

The lights began flickering as Isaac freaked out again.

"Isaac? Isaac?" Deaton asked.

"Someone's here. Someone's here," Isaac thrashed around.

"Isaac, relax."

"No, no, no, they see me, they see me!"

I was really tempted to wake him up from this whole, stupid thing. It was such a bad idea. I knew it was a bad idea. Why did I let him do this?

"Just memories. You won't be hurt by your memories. Just relax. Relax. Now tell us what you see. Tell us everything."

"I hear him," Isaac referred to Boyd. "He's talking about the full moon, about being out of control when the moon rises."

"Is he talking to Erica?"

"I think so, I can't... I can't see her, I ca... I can't... I can't see either of them."

"Can you hear anything else?"

"They're 're worried what they'll do during the moon. They're...worried that they're gonna hurt each other." Isaac slowly opened his eyes. But they had a far-away look in them.

"If they're locked in together on the full moon, they're gonna tear each other apart," Derek said.

"Isaac, we need to find them right now. Can you see them?" Deaton asked.

"No."

"Do you know what kind of room it is? Is there any kind of a marker? A number on a door? A sign?"

"They're here. They... They…"

"It's all right."

"No."

"Just tell us…"

"They see me. They found me. They're here!" Isaac screamed.

"This isn't working," Derek said. "Isaac, where are you?!"

"I can't see them. It's too dark!"

"Just tell me where you are."

"You are confusing him," Sammy told Derek.

"I can't see!" Isaac yelled.

"Isaac, where are you? Just tell me where you are."

"His heart rate... he could go into shock," Deaton warned.

"Derek, let him go!" I said, trying to shove him away. But he didn't budge.

"Isaac, where are you? What did you see?" Derek yelled.

After a moment Isaac yelled, "A vault! It's a bank vault! I saw it!" He sprung into a sitting position, now wide-awake. Scott and Derek helped him out of the tub and I put a towel around his arms. "I saw the name. It's, uh... B-Beacon Hills First National Bank," Isaac continued. "It's, um... it's an abandoned bank, and they're keeping them locked inside, inside the vault." All of us stared at him and he asked, "What?"

"You don't remember what you said right before you came out of it, do you?" Stiles asked.

"No."

"You said when they captured you that they dragged you into a room and that there was a body in it," Sammy said.

"What body?" Isaac frowned.

"Erica," I replied. "You said it was Erica."

"She's not dead," Derek denied.

"Derek," Stiles said, "'there's a dead body. It's Erica.' Doesn't exactly leave us much room for interpretation."

Isaac climbed up to sit on the counter and I sat close to him to keep him warm. He was practically blue. And when I grasped his hand it felt like I was touching ice.

"Then who was in the vault with Boyd?" Derek asked, giving Isaac and I a look.

"Someone else, obviously," Stiles replied.

"And maybe it was the girl on the motorcycle. Okay, the one who saved you?" Scott asked Isaac.

"No, she wasn't like us," Isaac shook his head. "And whoever was in the vault with Boyd was."

"What if that's how Erica died?" Stiles asked. "They, like, pit them against each other during the full moons and see which one survives. It's like werewolf thunderdome."

"Then we get them out tonight," Derek replied.

"Be smart about this, Derek," Deaton warned. "You can't just go storming in."

"If Isaac got in, then so can we."

"But he didn't get through a vault door, did he?"

"We need a plan," Scott said.

"How are we gonna come up with a plan to break into a bank vault in less than twenty-four hours?" Derek retorted.

"Uh, I think someone already did," Stiles said, looking down at his phone. "'Beacon Hills First National closes its doors three months after vault robbery.' Doesn't say here how it was robbed, but it probably won't take long to find out."

"How long?" Derek asked.

"It's the Internet, Derek. Okay? Minutes," Sammy said.

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

It definitely took more than a few minutes.

"Guys," I heard someone say.

I groaned groggily and stretched my arms out which caused Stiles to push me away from him. I saw Scott almost tumble to the ground in the chair he had fallen asleep in.

"Guys!" Dad repeated, sternly. "It's time to wake up! I have to go to work. You three have to get to school."

"Dad! Heather?!" Stiles asked.

"No, nothing yet," Dad answered, sighing.

I gave Stiles a comforting smile when Dad left because I could tell that he was hurting. I just wish that he would understand that what happened to Heather wasn't his fault.

"Ten hours and nothing!" Stiles groaned.

"We're gonna find something," Scott said.

"Finding something doesn't make Erica any less dead or Boyd any less about-to-be-dead," I shook my head.

"Well," Scott said. "We still have time."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Of course Scott McCall would remain the optimistic one.

"Is this whole, like, "remain optimistic in the face of complete and utter disaster" thing part of the "be a better Scott McCall" program?" Stiles asked.

"Uh, not if it doesn't work," Scott replied.

"No," I shrugged. "It works."

I looked over to Scott and I saw a headline behind him that caught my eye.

I ran over and picked it up. It was about a Beacon Hills Bank Robbery.

"Guys!" I yelled. "I think I found something!"

"Let me see!" Stiles ran over to me and snatched the paper away from me.

He read the paper and rushed out of the room calling for Dad.

"Aaand that's why you need a Samantha Paige Stilinski in your life!" I smiled. "If it weren't for me, you idiots would be searching for that headline all day!"

"We wouldn't search all day!" Scott said defensively.

I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Yeah," he said. "I guess you're right. We would take all day."

|| Teen Wolf ||

I got into the car with Lydia and Allison. Allie always picks us up before school. It's a tradition that I never want to break because it's one of the few times that we can act like normal teenage girls. Today, however, we were talking about all the supernatural crap that has been happening because Beacon Hills is always the exception when it comes to teenagers acting normal.

"So mystery girl leaves a bruise on both of your arms that turns out to be the logo for a bank?" I scoffed. "What's she trying to do to you guys? Give you investment advice?!"

"Not at this bank. It's been closed for years," Allie said, parking the car.

"Why aren't you telling Scott and Stiles?" Lydia asked.

"Because according to someone, I need to find something real. Which reminds me, um, I can't drive you guys home today. I have an errand to run after school." Allie said, walking off.

"Something fishy is going on with her," I narrowed my eyes.

"She'll tell us. Eventually." Lydia said. "Also, what the hell is going on with you?"

"What do you mean?!" I scrunched my nose.

"Your outfit is horrendous!" Lydia said, pointing to my sweats and a sweatshirt that was way too big for me.

"In my defense, I was up all night researching about that stupid bank. I didn't exactly have time to come up with a perfect outfit!"

Lydia put her arm around me, "Oh, Sams. You should always have a perfect outfit no matter what. You are so lucky that I have extra dresses in my gym locker!"

|| Teen Wolf ||

After I changed into the dress Lydia gave me, I met up with Rae, Scott, and Stiles in the hallway.

"Alright, so we're meeting at Derek's at five to go over the plan, and then we don't get started until dark," Rae caught me up.

"Okay. What do we do till then?" I asked.

"What, right now? We've got English," Scott smiled.

ADELINE LAHEY

After school, all of us went to Derek's loft because we needed to plan how to break into the bank. Derek's loft kind of scared me because it was so dark all the time. I really wanted to ask him to decorate it, but I was too scared to.

"Okay. You see this?" Stiles pointed to the map of the bank. "This is how they got in. It's a rooftop air conditioning vent. Leads down inside into the wall of the vault, which is here. Okay? One of the robbers was lowered into this shaft. Now, that space is so small, it took him about 12 hours to drill into that wall, which is stone, by the way. Then throughout the rest of the night, they siphoned the cast up to the guys back on the roof through that one little shaft in the wall."

I blinked a couple of times. I could barely process what Stiles just said because he talked too fast. I'm still getting used to his babbling.

"Can we fit in there?" Scott asked.

"Yes, we can, but very, very barely. And they also patched the wall, obviously, so we're gonna need a drill of some kind. I'm thinking maybe a diamond bit…"

"Look, forget the drill!" Derek interrupted Stiles.

"Sorry?" Stiles said.

"If I go in first, how much space do I have?" Derek asked.

"What are you gonna do? Punch through a wall?" Stiles let out a laugh.

"Yes, Stiles, I'm gonna punch through the wall," Derek rolled his eyes.

"Okay, big guy. Let's see it. Let's see that fist. Come on," Stiles said.

"Does he even know what he's getting himself into?" Rae asked Sammy.

"No, but I'm just gonna let it continue because it's amusing," Sammy shrugged.

Derek punched Stiles' arm which caused him to fall over, yelping in pain.

"Why am I related to him?" Sammy sighed as she ran to Stiles to help him up.

Isaac and I gave each other amused grins.

"I think I'll get through the wall. Who's following me down?" Derek asked.

"Don't look at me. I'm not up to fighting speed yet, and honestly, with Isaac out of commission, you're not looking at very good odds for yourself," Peter said.

"So I'm supposed to just let them die?" Derek argued.

"One of them is already dead," Peter stated.

I gasped. How could he be that heartless?

"We don't know that."

"Do I have to remind you what we're up against here? A pack of alphas. All of them, killers. And if that's not enough to scare your testicles back into your stomach, try to remember that two of them combine bodies to form one giant Alpha. I'm sure Erica and Boyd were sweet kids. They're gonna be missed," Peter said.

"Could someone kill him again, please?" Stiles groaned.

"I second that!" Rae called out.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I third that!" Sammy said.

"Derek, seriously? Not worth the risk," Peter said after glaring at Stiles, Sammy, and Rae.

"What about you?" Derek asked Scott, who had been staring down in deep thought the entire time.

"I don't know about Erica. But if Boyd's still alive, we have to do something. We have to try," Scott said.

"But?"

"Who's the other girl? The one locked in there with Boyd?"

RAEGAN MCCALL

It had been a total of thirty minutes since Derek and Scott had left, and we were currently just waiting around. Stiles and Sammy were staring out the window, Peter was seemingly taking a nap on the couch, Addie was sitting in the desk chair, and Isaac and I were talking hushedly in the corner.

"Isaac," I said.

"Hmm?"

I couldn't stop the grin from covering my face as I lifted my shirt to show him the tattoo on my hip.

His eyes widened as he touched it. "Holy shit. You actually got it? No, the real question is: Melissa let you get it?"

"Well, it took a lot of convincing from Scott. My argument was just that if Scott gets one, I should be able to get one, too," I grinned.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

I rolled my eyes. "You were too busy being hunted."

He frowned. "Damn. I should've rescheduled that for another day."

"Yes, you should've," I nodded. "So inconsiderate."

Isaac and I grinned at each other.

"I can't take waiting around like this," Sammy burst out.

"I know," Stiles agreed, still staring out the window. "It's nerve-racking. My nerves are racked. They're severely racked. Racked."

"I could beat you unconscious and wake you when it's over." So I guess Peter was awake.

Isaac and I went to stand by Addie and she murmured, "You think Erica's really dead?"

"You think I really care?" Peter grumbled.

Addie looked horrified at his reply. She hadn't quite gotten used to him, yet. Isaac laughed at the look on her face and I elbowed him in the gut.

"Oh, no," I said, looking at Stiles. "I know that face. That's the Stiles-is-trying-to-figure-something-out face."

"I just... I don't understand the bank, though, okay?" Stiles burst out. "Wha... like, why wouldn't they chain them up in some underground lair or something? They're an Alpha pack, right? So shouldn't they have a lair?"

"They're werewolves, not bond villains," Peter sighed, his eyes still closed.

"Wait a sec." Stiles turned from the window. "Wait a sec. Maybe they're living there. You know? Like, maybe the bank vault reminds them of their little wolf dens."

"Wolf dens?" Peter opened his eyes.

"Yeah, wolf dens," Stiles turned to Peter. "Where do you live?"

"In an underground network of caves hidden deep in the woods," Peter deadpanned.

"Whoa, really?" Stiles' eyes widened.

"No, you idiot," Sammy rolled her eyes.

"I see that she's the smart twin." Peter pointed at Sammy. "I have an apartment downtown."

"Okay, fine, but still, that just proves that there's something up with the bank. And why wait around for the full moon, huh? Why not just kill them whenever they want to?" Stiles had a point.

"Maybe they think it's poetic," Peter guessed.

"They've already had three full moons to be poetic." And again, Stiles had a point.

"And here you've only had one full hour to be so annoying-"

"No, go ahead, finish what you were saying. I'm an... I'm annoying. What were you gonna say there?"

"What are the walls made of?" Peter stood up from the couch and walked across the loft.

"What? Uh... I don't know, like, wood and brick or…"

"No, the vault, the vault, the walls, what are they made out of?" Peter flipped through the floor plans. "Where would it say that? Doesn't say anything. Where... where would it say the materials, the type of stone?"

"Oh.. Oh, hang on," Stiles pulled some papers out of his backpack. "Yeah, here, hang on. Here. It's gotta be in there."

"There, that's it," Sammy said, pulling a paper out of the stack and handing it to Peter.

"Hecatolite," Peter said after reading it.

"Is that awful? That sounds awful," Isaac said.

"Get 'em on the phone. Call them," Peter panicked. "Now!"

"Okay, why?" Stiles asked, getting his phone out.

"'Cause Boyd and that girl aren't gonna kill each other. They're gonna kill Derek and Scott."

Stiles put the phone on speakerphone so all of us could hear what Scott said.

"Stiles," Scott said. "Now is not the best time!"

"Scott! Listen to me, okay?" I panicked, snatching the phone out of Stiles' hand. "Look, you gotta get outta there. Please listen to us."

"Why?" Scott questioned.

"Look, the walls of the vault are made with a mineral called hecatolite. It scatters moonlight," Stiles said, taking the phone back while giving me a look.

"What does that mean?" Scott questioned.

"It keeps the moonlight out, okay? They haven't felt the full moon in months," Peter explained.

"Okay, think of it like the gladiators in the Roman colosseum in that book we read together," Sammy said. "They used to starve the lions for three days, making them more vicious, more out of control. Deucalion has kept them from shifting for three full moons, diminishing their tolerance to it."

"Scott," I winced. "They're gonna be stronger…"

"And they're gonna be more savage and bloodthirsty…" Stiles continued.

"Scott, they're lions. They're the starved lions, and you and Derek just stepped into the colosseum."

"You guys have to get out of there as soon as you can. Please," I begged.

"Scott?! Are you listening?" Sammy asked.

He didn't respond.

"Scott!" I yelled out. "What's going on?"

After a minute of silence we heard growling and the call went blank.