Noah's court case has now come to an end.

After days of evidence pointing to Noah being the killer, with only the opinions of his friends and family to support his innocence; it was time for the jury to announce their decision.

"We, the jury, find the defendant, Noah Foster, to be 'guilty' of first degree murder."

The friends and family of Noah all gasped at the verdict, while those that blamed him stayed quiet.

The judge dealt out his ruling. "Noah Foster, for the murders of your fellow classmates and a police officer, I hereby sentence you to twenty years in prison with five years of parole."

The courtroom lit up with verbal discontent.

The judge slammed his gavel and ordered the courtroom to be silent.

"I am giving you this sentence, Mr. Foster," the judge started, "because I choose to believe there is good in you, but despite how I believe…I must still punish you accordingly." He banged his gavel and brought the final hearing to an end.

Audrey, Brooke, and Emma were all crying as Noah was escorted out to Lakewood's prison.

Scott did his best to keep his composure, but a tear fell from his eye to the floor.

Hector watched the entire scene from the back of the courtroom and stormed out once Noah was gone.

That night, Noah was in his prison cell alone.

Luckily, the officers chose to give him his own cell since he was still a teen, despite being tried as an adult.

Noah sat on his bed, looking out his window as the moon shone in his dark room, giving it more light than the hallway light. He heard a squeak on his floor, looked down and saw a ferret.

"Well, hey there little guy." Noah smiled at the little intruder. "How did you get in here?" He gently picked up the ferret and put it on his bed. He began to pet the furry little guy and asked, "What's your name, huh?"

The ferret looked Noah in the eyes.

"Whoa," Noah said in astonishment.

While at his clinic, Bruce is cleaning up in the surgical room and hears the bell on his front door ring.

Bruce chuckles to himself. "I forgot to lock the door! If it's not an emergency, then please wait until tomorrow when I am open, thank you!" He kindly called out to the person, but got no response. "Hello?" He asks as he makes his way to the doorway between the surgical room and lobby. Once he looks into the lobby, he sees Father Death with a knife.

Bruce steps closer, grabbing two scalpels from his counter, tossing one to his right hand and stops in the doorway. "I promise you, you don't want to do this."

The masked murderer flips their knife, putting the blade's edge between their fingers, and throws it into Bruce's shoulder!

Bruce yelled in pain, taking a quick glance at the knife, and when he directed his attention back to his adversary, he was tackled against the counter behind him, causing him to drop the scalpel in his right hand.

He used the scalpel in his left to stab Father Death in the back.

When Bruce pulled it out of his assailants back, Father Death knocked it out of Bruce's hand, and took his knife out of Bruce's shoulder.

Bruce pulled Father Death to the side, keeping him off balance and getting himself away from being stabbed. He pulled back his left fist just as Father Death pulled back his right hand to stab Bruce in the throat.

Bruce opened his hand, jabbed it towards the knife and allowed it to stab through his palm.

Capitalizing on the surprise, Bruce pushed Father Death back against a wall.

He then grabbed Father Death's arm with his good hand and slammed the arm against the wall, making Father Death let go of his knife. Bruce pulled the knife from his hand and was pushed back off his feet.

The assailant ran out into the hallway.

Bruce followed, heard glass shatter, turned the corner into the hallway and was hit by the bottom of a fire hydrant.

Father Death sprayed Bruce with the hydrant, further disorienting him, swung it against Bruce's knife wielding hand, breaking the hand and freeing his weapon.

Bruce was struck by the hydrant two more times, he fell to the ground, now bleeding from his forehead, nose lips, and he backed away against the wall behind his desk.

During that, Father Death had retained his knife and set it with the duct tape he brought, on Bruce's desk, and watched Bruce back into the wall. He sprayed Bruce once more, tossed the hydrant against Bruce's head, grabbed his knife and duct tape, rushed Bruce and forced his mouth open.

Bruce was too disoriented to properly fight off the attacker and he felt the knife's blade touch his tongue.

Father Death shoved the knife into Bruce's mouth, blade first, pushing it down his throat, until the handle of the weapon was behind Bruce's teeth. He quickly wrapped the duct tape around Bruce's mouth as he coughed and choked on the blade, having blood splatter out his mouth and run down the corners of his lips. He backed away as he watched Bruce struggle with his dysfunctional hands to get the tape off.

Bruce vomited, blood and vomit leaking out the bottom of the tape. His throat convulsed as it futilely attempted to evacuate the foreign object. Bruce struggled to breathe, his nose could not provide enough oxygen, even if he could inhale from his mouth it would simply give his lungs blood and vomit.

His eyes became bloodshot and full of tears as he vomited once more.

While Bruce thought about his beautiful wife and child, he lied down on the cold hard flower, as his vision slowly faded away…he finally suffocated.

The next morning, Scott drove up to the clinic for work and when he stepped out, he smelled familiar scent of a dead human being.

"No," he said, and ran into the clinic.

He followed the smell around the front desk and saw Bruce's corpse on the floor.

For a moment, Scott saw Deaton instead of Bruce.

He slowly walked to Bruce as his time with Bruce and his family flooded his mind. He felt a nausea he hadn't felt in a long time…he crumbled to his knees, looking into Bruce's pale dead eyes.

All he could hear was Drake telling him, "Now you kill me or I kill all your friends."

He transformed as he dug his nails into his palms and roared.

More than an hour later, Scott was at the precinct.

Scott sat in an empty chair, waiting for Ignacia to arrive.

Acosta approached Scott and told him he doesn't want to see a wife grieve over her husbands death.

Scott nodded and once he stood up, he asked Acosta, "Does this mean Noah is going to be let out?"

Acosta sighed in disappointment. "No. We need evidence that two people are still killing. This seems to have been done by only one person."

"We both know he's innocent," Scott pointed out, with irritation and determination in his voice.

Defeated, Acosta simply put, "But we don't have any evidence yet."

Scott's eyes turned Alpha red. "I can break him out and there will be nothing anyone can do about it." His chest heaved as his heart accelerated by his own threat.

Acosta straightened up, almost overshadowing Scott, but he kept his voice and eyes calm. "You're angry at the world, Scott. Not me."

Scott's eyes went back to normal and he cooled off. "You're right." He became apologetic. "I'm sorry." He nearly rushed out through the door.

Acosta whispered, "It's okay."

When Scott arrived at his dorms, he went to open his dorm room, but Gabriel opened it first.

Gabriel immediately apologized for what happened to Bruce and asked if there was anything he could do to help.

Scott shook his head and let him know that he just needed time.

Gabriel put his hand on Scott's shoulder. "Okay, buddy. Hey, me and Abuela are about to go eat, wanna join?"

"No thanks." Scott smiled. "Is she inside?"

"Oh yeah, my bad." Gabriel moved to the side to let Scott in. "Scott, meet my grandmother Araya."

Scott met eyes with the Calavera Hunters Matriarch herself, Araya Calavera.

Despite Gabriel's last name, Scott never even thought about Gabriel being related to the Calavera Hunters.

Araya put on a happy face and shook Scott's hand. "It's so nice to meet you again, Scott. Gabriel hasn't stopped talking about you." She squeezed Scott's hand, letting him know her intentions.

"'Again'?" Gabriel asked. "When did you two meet?"

Araya let go of Scott's hand and explained herself to Gabriel. "This little devil and his friends snuck into your Tio's club in Mexico."

Gabriel playfully punched Scott's arm. "And here I thought you were a Mr. Goody Two-Shoes."

Scott forced a small laugh and shrugged at Gabriel.

"Gabriel, go ahead to the car," Araya said. "I would like to quickly catch up with Scott since he is not going to dinner with us."

"Yes, ma'am." Gabriel replied. "Don't forget to eat, buddy." He told Scott before leaving.

"How did you find me?" Scott asked Araya.

"Oh," Araya looked at Scott with mock kindness. "I would have found you a lot sooner, after you bit the young Dunbar boy, if not for that cabron and his negra. Luckily, for me, you became roommates with my angel."

"Is he a hunter too?" Scott tried to keep himself calm, not wanting to situation to escalate in anyway.

"No. He is too sweet to hunt. Why, he doesn't even know about what our family does. Just like the Argent's daughter."

Scott's eyes transformed.

Araya condescendingly smiled. "My apologies, I had forgotten you and her had dated."

Scott growled.

As Araya made her way to the door she said, "I know you have a little problem here in Lakewood." She turned to him and opened the door. "I will help you find this masked killer."

Before she could exit, Scott asked her why she would help.

Araya stared at Scott coldly. "Because it is not his place when it comes to the likes of you, Scott. It is a Hunters duty to put down a guilty wolf."