ADELINE LAHEY

"So where do you guys usually sit at lunch?" Liam asked as we-Liam, Mason, Corey, and I-walked to the cafeteria. Mason, Corey, and I all exchanged awkward looks with each other after hearing that question.

Seeing our expressions, Liam frowned. "What is it?"

"Uh, well, you see…" I hugged Teddy tightly as I started to feel a little uncomfortable.

"She doesn't sit with us," Mason finished.

"What? Why not?"

"She sits with her foster-siblings and their friends," Corey explained.

"Oh…"

"But I can sit with you today," I offered quickly, but Liam shook his head.

"It's fine," Liam said, "Go sit with them. I wouldn't want to disrupt the order and balance of...lunch?"

I giggled at his attempt to hide his disappointment. "Thanks. I'll be sure to eat with you guys next time."

Liam brightened up and beamed at me. "I'll be holding you to that."

"It's a promise."

|| Teen Wolf ||

I was now sitting at my usual table with Scott and Rae, but Isaac, Stiles, and Sammy were missing. "Where's everyone else?" I asked.

"Well, Isaac's in lunch detention and Sammy and Stiles said that they're "looking into something"," Rae answered.

"Which sucks because I really wanted to see her today," Scott sighed.

Rae raised an eyebrow at him.

"For goodness sake, Rae!" Scott blushed. "I was going to apologize to her about what happened last night."

"What happened last night?" I asked.

"Sammy got mad at me because I wouldn't let her help us because I wanted to protect her," Scott explained.

"That sounds romantic," I smiled.

"No!" Scott protested. "Not romantic! I can't protect my friends?"

"Whatever you say, Scott," Rae laughed.

"So why's Isaac in detention?" I frowned, taking a bite of my sandwich.

"Well, remember those alpha twins we were talking about this morning?" Scott asked.

I nodded.

"One twin beat up the other twin and made it look like Isaac did it," Rae finished.

"That's so mean!" I exclaimed.

"I know right-" Scott suddenly looked up.

"What's wrong?" Rae asked.

"It's Isaac." Scott took off running out the doors and Rae and I ran after him, leaving our lunches behind. I could barely keep up with the other two because they had very long legs and I didn't. So when I finally caught up to them, I was panting as I watched Scott move a vending machine away from a door, reach inside, pull Isaac out and throw him to the floor. His scary werewolf face was on and Scott pinned him to the ground by his neck.

Isaac roared in Scott's face and Scott roared back, "Isaac!" Isaac instantly went quiet, his fangs retracted and his gold eyes faded back into the blue ones I knew.

Allison slowly came out of the closet, holding her arm. Scott gently took her arm and saw the deep scratches on it. "I'm okay. I'm fine," she insisted.

"I'm sorry, I didn't I didn't mean to do that," Isaac said in a panicked voice. A panicked voice I knew all too well. Flashbacks came of our time with Daddy and I shivered. Rae went to go put her arm around Isaac to calm him. "I'm so sorry," he repeated.

"What happened?" Rae asked.

"I was restocking the janitor's closet with Allison when the door slammed shut and I-I panicked."

"It's not his fault," Allison said.

"I know…" Scott said, a serious look coming over his face. "I guess now we know they want to do more than get you angry. They want to get someone hurt."

"So are we gonna do something?" Isaac asked.

"Yeah. I'm gonna get them angry. Really angry."

RAEGAN MCCALL

While Scott was working out the details on our master revenge plan with Isaac and Allison, I went to class early so I could talk to Aiden without Scott overhearing. What the boys had revealed to me this morning had made me furious.

I sat down in the seat beside him and he smirked at me. Usually I would ignore him, but I saw the smirk drop from his face as I glared at him. "So Aiden," I turned to him, resting my head on my hand, "I heard you're a big, bad alpha."

The smirked returned to his face. "Why? You interested all of the sudden?"

"No," I deadpanned, "In fact, I'm beyond pissed. You used me."

"How so?" The smirk never left his face.

"You knew I was Scott's sister when we met at that bar," I said. "I never thought too much about how you were checking my ID too closely before now. You probably followed me there and was making sure I was actually his sister. You were scoping out the enemy."

"Maybe," he shrugged. "But I didn't use you when we had sex. If my memory is correct, you were willing-no actually, begging."

His twin just sat by, laughing the entire conversation.

"I was not begging," I scoffed. "Besides, if I knew you were the enemy, I never would have slept with you."

"Are you sure about that?" he grinned.

"Positive," I emphasized. "You're gonna get what's coming to you." At that moment, Scott walked in right before the bell rang and sat down in the chair next to me.

"Okay, everyone," Ms. Blake started. "I know this is the last class of the day. To be honest, I want to get out of here too."

While she was talking, Scott took out a part of the twins' motorcycle.

"Looks kind of important," I smirked at them and they watched, slack-jawed.

"I have no idea what that thing does," Scott smiled as he took out another part. I could see Aiden begin to practically foam at the mouth.

When we heard the sound of the motorcycle coming down the hallways, Aiden bolted from his seat.

"Wait. Aiden, don't!" Ethan called after him.

Scott, Ethan, and I ran after Aiden into the hallway as Aiden yelled at Isaac, "Get off my bike!" At this point Allison had joined us.

"No problem," Isaac grinned, doing a cool flip off the motorcycle and over Aiden's head right before the rest of the class and teacher had run out into the hallway. Isaac joined us, a cocky grin on his face.

"You have got to be kidding me!" Ms. Blake yelled at Aiden. "You realize this is gonna result in a suspension."

Ethan and Aiden glared at us as Isaac and I high-fived, Allison hid her smile, and Scott was smiling like the Cheshire cat, not even bothering to hide it.

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

I put flowers near Kyle's locker. It was the least I could do after what Stiles and I did. Boyd put a 'Junior R.O.T.C' label on his locker and was about to leave until Stiles stopped him.

"Boyd! I didn't know you were back at school!" Stiles said.

"Yeah, I would have told you, but we're not actually friends," Boyd deadpanned.

"Fair enough," I shrugged. "Did you know Kyle?"

"Yeah, we went to Junior R.O.T.C together," Boyd answered.

"So you guys were friends?" I questioned.

"I only had one friend. She's dead, too," Boyd said.

Wow…that was kind of sad.

"Wow," I said. "I'm really sorry about that, Boyd."

He gave me a small smile before walking off.

|| Teen Wolf ||

"You know that there's a temple in Calcutta where they used to sacrifice a child every day? That's every day a dead baby, Lydia, every day! Hey, you want to know what today is? It's dead baby day. Oh, no, wait, that's every day, because everyday is dead baby day, yay!" Stiles rambled to Lydia, trailing behind us.

"Why are you telling me this?" Lydia said, rolling her eyes.

"Because Scott's dealing with the Alpha twins. You don't know about the twins?" Stiles asked.

"Alphas?" Lydia asked, clearly confused.

"Ethan and Aiden," Stiles clarified.

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, I do know about them." Lydia gave me a subtle look.

"No way!" I muttered underneath my breath.

She was hooking up with Aiden! I mean, I guess he's attractive, but I didn't like the fact that he was one of the bad guys. Also, he was way too flirty. I was going to have to try to talk some sense into this girl.

"Okay, okay, good. So look, here's what I'm thinking. I'm thinking that the murders maybe come in threes. Ancient people love things in threes, right? So maybe first it's three virgins, and then, I don't know, maybe it's three people who own little dogs," Stiles said.

Lydia stopped and turned to Stiles. "I own a little dog." Stiles gave her a look.

"You can't make her get rid of Prada!" I said. "Prada's amazing! Everybody loves Prada! She always cuddles with me!"

"Yeah," Stiles said. "Everybody loves Prada… Until it gets Lydia sacrificed!"

"I'm not going to get rid of my little dog!" Lydia stated.

"Would you just think about getting rid of your little dog?" Stiles groaned, clearly frustrated with us.

"No. And by the way, you cannot discern a pattern by a single data point, so stop trying," Lydia told him.

"Stiles, you gotta listen to her!" I said. "After all, she is the genius here."

Lydia put her arm around me, "And that's why you're my favorite Stilinski."

Stiles just groaned.

|| Teen Wolf ||

Stiles and I decided to go to Deaton's to get some answers because that dude seemed to know everything.

"You guys are out of school early," Deaton said.

"Yeah, we have free period," Stiles said. "Anyways, we were just gonna head home and check up on our dad."

"He's, uh you know, I guess you probably heard people are kind of getting murdered again and it's his job to figure it out," I added awkwardly.

"I gathered as much from the 'Sheriff' title," Deaton said calmly.

"You know, but it gets kind of hard for him to do his job when he doesn't have all the information…" Stiles started.

"And we all know he's missing pretty much half the story here, right? So then I started thinking, and I remembered someone who does have a lot of information. Someone who always seems to know more than anyone else around here," I said. "You."

RAEGAN MCCALL

After school, Isaac, Scott, and I headed to Addie's class to pick her up.

"Yeah, I wish I could've seen their faces," Isaac was saying. "They looked seriously pissed?"

"Yeah," Scott laughed.

We stopped in our tracks when we saw the twins standing a few yards away from us.

"Kind of like that," Scott said, referring to their current expressions.

They began taking their clothes off and I laughed. "What is this? A strip tease?"

But Isaac and Scott didn't look nearly as amused as I did, which meant we were in some deep shit. My thoughts were confirmed when I saw Aiden plunge his hand into Ethan's back.

"Are they…merging?" I asked.

Scott gulped and nodded.

When they had fully merged, they began to run at us. Isaac threw his backpack to the side and rolled his sleeves up. "We can take them."

"Are you kidding?" Scott widened his eyes. "Run!"

The three of us turned to run but the mega-alpha grabbed each of the boys in both hands, butted their heads together, and threw them across the hallway like they were ragdolls.

Oh, shit. What was I going to do? What was I going to do? I felt helpless. I felt weak. I hadn't felt like this in a long time. I slowly backed into the lockers as they slowly moved forward. But then all of the sudden, we heard slow walking. I turned to my right to see… What?! It was the blind, cane-guy from the hospital. Shit. Is the mega-alpha going to hurt him? But to my astonishment, the mega-alpha bowed his head as the blind guy approached. What…? Oh. Oh.

The mega-alpha broke apart into Ethan and Aiden again and I watched in horror as the blind guy took off the tip of his cane, revealing a point. In one swift motion, he cut both of their cheeks.

This was the alpha… of the alphas. He walked away and the twins followed after him obediently.

"Who was that?" I asked, still leaning against the lockers.

"Deucalion," Scott answered from the floor.

At that moment Addie skipped out of her classroom, saying, "Okay, guys. I'm ready-" When she saw the state we were in, she frowned. "What happened to you guys?"

|| Teen Wolf ||

When we got home after that long day, Isaac and I flopped down onto the couch and turned on the TV.

"What's for dinner?" I called out to Scott, whose slow ass was still taking off his jacket by the door. When Mom wasn't home, usually he cooked-or more like reheated.

"I don't know. Addie, what would you like? Chicken nuggets?" Scott asked.

Addie put her backpack down and said, "Yes! The dinosaur ones, pretty please?"

Scott nodded and patted her head. "No problem."

"Can I show you the page I colored in my coloring book during English?"

"Sure," he said, walking to the kitchen. "You can show me while I put the nuggets in the oven."

Isaac and I laughed at their conversation as they went into the kitchen. They were just too adorable.

Becoming solemn after a few moments, I asked "Isaac, can I ask you something?"

He nodded, also becoming serious.

"I don't mean to be offensive or anything. And you don't have to answer if you don't want to..."

"Say it," Isaac said, getting antsy.

I asked the question that had been bugging me since the day I had met little Addie. "Why is Addie like that? I mean, like-why does she-"

"Act like a little kid?" Isaac finished, a sad look coming over his face. "I'm surprised no one's asked yet."

"We all thought it was something bad that you didn't want to share. You still don't have to..."

"No, it's okay. You should know." Isaac turned to fully face me. "Well, as I told you, I lost my mom to cancer a few years back."

I nodded for him to continue.

"It completely rocked my family to its core. Nothing was ever the same again. Dad became distant. Except towards his golden child, of course, Camden," Isaac laughed bitterly. "Trust me, I love my brother and all, but I was always just so..."

"Jealous?" I finished.

Isaac nodded. "But when he died, everything went to shit. First came the drinking. Then the mental abusive. And then the physical abusive." Isaac shivered and I put my hand on his arm to comfort him. "That was Addie's way to cope with the abuse. She thought that something was wrong with her and that that was why Dad was always punishing us. So she tried acting like a seven-year-old again-the last time we were all a happy family. It obviously didn't work. But she still hasn't grown out of it."

"She thinks that the façade will keep her safe," I presumed and Isaac nodded.

I reached over to hug him and said, "I wish I could do something to help you two. But all I can do is say that I'm sorry."

"Trust me, Rae," he said, smoothing my hair. "You're doing more than you know."

After a moment, he asked, "Can I tell you something?"

"Sure," I said, my arms still wrapped around him.

"I know something that someone told me not to tell anyone. But I really want to share and I tell you everything. What should I do?"

I backed away and frowned at him. "What is it?"

"I saw Allison the day with Boyd and Cora and the bank and all that. She was hunting. And today, in the janitor's closet, she asked me not to tell anyone."

"She's hunting again?" I frowned. "I thought the Argents were done with all of that."

"I guess not," he shrugged.

Suddenly, Addie barged into the living room. "Scott told me to ask you guys what movie you wanted to-" When she saw our compromising position-with me nearly on top of Isaac's lap-her eyes rounded and she ran back into the kitchen.

"Scott! Rae and Isaac are being naughty!"

I could hear Scott laugh. "Couldn't you guys at least take it upstairs? There's a child present!"

"Oh, God," I groaned, blushing a deep shade of red and moving as far away from Isaac as the couch would allow.

He just chuckled and pointed at my face. "Oh, my God! Raegan Elizabeth McCall is blushing!"

I kicked him off the couch.

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

"All these symbols and things... the triskeles, the bank logo, the Mountain ash... all of it is from the Celtic druids. And anyone who has ever looked up human sacrifice before knows that the druids had a pretty big hard-on when it came to giving one up to the gods," I said. "You ever hear of the lindow man? Two-thousand-year-old body found in England? He was found strangled, head bashed in, throat cut. Threefold death. They also found pollen grains in his stomach. Guess what favorite druid plant that was."

"Mistletoe," Deaton said.

"She's just telling you stuff you already know, isn't she?" Stiles asked.

I sighed. So much for the hours of research.

"What aren't you telling us then?" I questioned.

"Maybe because we've spent every moment of the last ten years trying to push something away. Denying it. Lying about it. Becomes a pretty powerful habit," Deaton told us.

"All right, so this guy... is he a druid?" Stiles asked.

"No. It's someone copying a centuries-old practice of a people who should have known better. Do you know what the word "druid" means in Gaelic?" Deaton asked.

"No," Stiles and I shook our heads.

"It means wise oak," Deaton answered. "The Celtic druids were close to nature. They believed they kept it in balance. They were philosophers and scholars. They weren't serial killers."

"Well this one is," Stiles sighed.

My phone started ringing.

"Lydia, I really can't talk right now," I said.

"I just need you to come to school right now. It's a supernatural emergency. Trust me on this one," Lydia said through the phone.

I looked up at Stiles and Deaton. "Okay, we'll be on our way."

|| Teen Wolf ||

Lydia showed us the audio of creepy chanting while Kyle was being taken from a cell phone. Why she was in the music room when she didn't take music and how she found this phone that wasn't hers, I didn't question.

"Can I get the copy of the audio?" Deaton asked Lydia.

Lydia nodded as she sent the creepy audio to him.

"Hey, doc, any help would be, you know, helpful!" Stiles said, looking through the pile of papers on the desk for clues.

"Each grouping of three would have its own purpose, its own type of power. Virgins, healers, philosophers, warriors…" Deaton started.

"Wait….Can a warrior be a soldier?" I asked.

"Absolutely," Deaton said.

"Kyle was in R.O.T.C. with Boyd. That's got to be it. That's the pattern!" I said.

"Where's Boyd?" Deaton asked.

"He's probably home by now. I'm gonna try and get him on the phone," Stiles said.

"Lydia? Are you okay?" I asked her when I saw she had a worried look on her face.

"No, it was... I mean... I just thought of someone else with a military connection."

"Who?"

"Our science teacher."

|| Teen Wolf ||

"This is just one of many possibilities. He could have simply left for the day," Deaton said, looking at the graded papers on the desk.

"Yeah, well... not without this," I said, pulling up Mr. Harris' bag.

"What?" Deaton asked Stiles, who was frowning at the papers on the deak.

"This test is graded 'R'," he handed the test to him.

"This one's an 'H'," Lydia said, looking at another test.

"What does all of this mean?" Stiles asked.

"Do you guys remember I told you "druid" is the Gaelic word for "wise oak"?" Deaton asked.

"Yeah," Stiles nodded.

"If 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." Deaton arranged the tests to spell out a word. He read out what the letters spelled. "It's called a Darach."