I followed Scott and Stiles out of the bedroom and down the stairs. They were taking me somewhere. They wouldn't tell me. I stopped at the bottom of the steps, my eyes on the living room. Stiles had been talking none stop, so I tuned him out. I walked toward the living room, stopping a foot from it.

There was a baby gate up that blocked off the living room from the rest of the house. I looked in, following the trail of toys across the room to a little boy sitting by the couch on the floor. He was wearing a little pair of jeans and a shirt with a big yellow dump truck on it.

I glanced at the others, realizing that Stiles had stopped talking. They both stared at me. I wanted to say something, but words didn't come. I looked back at the kid as he played. His short, blonde hair was all in a mess and drool hung down from his chin.

I snapped out of my trance and looked at Scott and Stiles. "Uh…who's kid?"

"Um," Stiles glanced at Scott, almost like he needed permission. "That's Charlie. He's Blair's son."

"Who's Blair?" I asked. Both of their expressions dropped, their shoulders sagging. I'm supposed to know the answer, but I don't. "What?"

"She was your sister," Scott said.

"Sister? I'm an only child."

"No, you're not," Stiles sighed. "Your father-" he paused, looking for the name.

"Phil," I said.

"Yeah. He's not your actual father," he finished. "Biologically."

"Then who is?"

"His name was Ben Johnston; he was a deputy at the sheriff's station."

"Why are you using past tense?"

Stiles looked at Scott. Scott then answered, "Because, two days before you vanished…he died. He was murdered, right in front of you. In front of all of us."

I swallowed. I'm not sure how to feel. This could still be all just one big lie. But what if it isn't? What if I really had another father? One who's dead? "What about Blair? Where is she?"

Stiles tossed his keys in his hand nervously. "She's…also dead. She, too, was murdered."

"And I saw that, too, I assume?"

They nodded.

"By the same person?"

"No, Tobias killed her," Scott said. "But it was the same night."

I looked at the boy, Charlie, and then back at the others. "So why is he here? Shouldn't he be with his father?" They shared another glance. "Just tell me," I sighed.

"Tobias was his father," Stiles said.

I scrunched up my face in confusion. "I thought Tobias was my ex fiancé, and killed Blair?"

"He was and he did."

"And he's the boy's father? How?"

"We don't know," Scott shrugged. "You never got the chance to tell any of us, before…before you forgot."

"Come on," Stiles opened the front door. "Scott's mom's taking care of him."

I followed them out the door. "So why do you guys have him?"

"We take turns," Scott said, as we all walked to the curb.

"Who's 'we'?"

"Me, Stiles, Allison."

"Yeah," Stiles groaned. "Unfortunately, I'm next. So let's hope you get your memory back before then so I don't have to go through that again."

"Why would I take care of him?"

Scott looked at me. "Ethan and Aiden overheard you telling Blair, as she died, that you'd raise her son for her." He looked for a reaction. "They also said she made you promise something, but they didn't hear that part."

"So they say," Stiles scoffed with disbelief, as he climbed into the driver's seat of an old, blue Jeep.

"I sense distrust," I said.

So Scott clarified. "Ethan and Aiden were Alphas, twins. They were a part of Deucalion's and Tobias' pack of Alphas."

"A pack of Alphas?" The thought of one Alpha, and standing here in front of Scott, is bad enough. I can't imagine a whole pack of them. Scott nodded. "And, Tobias was an Alpha? One I died fighting?"

"Yes-"

Stiles popped his head out of the driver's window. "Well, actually, you didn't die. He almost killed you, but Sam saved you."

"And Tobias is…?" I said.

"Dead," Stiles said. I didn't reply and he saw the confused look on my face. "Just get in."

I followed Scott to the other side of the Jeep. "You said they 'were' Alphas, past tense again. What does that mean?" Scott opened the door for me so I could climb into the back seat.

Stiles looked back at me. "You really have a thing for grammar, don't you?"

"Yeah, and I have a feeling I was probably silently correcting a lot of yours," I smirked, with dry humor. "I'm just trying to piece all this together. I want to know exactly how badly I need to hurt you as I make my get away."

"Okay." Stiles turned around to face the front. "Gosh, she wasn't like this before."

Scott got into the car. "Has she ever threatened you before?"

"Not like that!"

I leaned forward. "I can hear you." Stiles jumped and flew to the side, slamming into his door. "Drive. Your clock is ticking." I sat back. Stiles mumbled something as he started the car and began driving. On the way to wherever, Scott told me about Deucalion and the pack of Alphas.

He then told me about Tobias, and how I used to know him. How I was engaged to him. How I had this whole other pack with this Sam guy I still don't know, and how Tobias killed all of them but Sam, me, and Blair. Then he said I thought Blair was dead for four years, but that wasn't true.

He went into greater detail about how my 'father' died. Apparently I wasn't on good terms with him…? I guess he did some stupid stuff. He doesn't sound like someone I would like. I mean, five children with three different women? Crazy. He tells me I have a brother, Daniel, who's dead, too. Shocker.

He died because of Tobias, with the rest of my 'pack'. But I have a brother who's alive, who's the son of my mother's adoptive sister. I know about my mom's adoptive sister, Lily. I knew that she got married and had one boy, but I never knew anyone's names.

I guess the man she married is my 'real' dad, Ben, and their son at the time was Sam, this guy I had a pack with. But the one they're talking about is Aaron, another brother. My head was hurting more and more by the minute. I was very thankful when we arrived at our destination. It was a simple house in a normal neighborhood.

There was already a car here and two people waiting, a girl and a guy. Great. More people that I 'know'. I got out of the Jeep after Scott. The three of us walked up the driveway and to the people. Scott looked at me. "This is Allison and Isaac."

I nodded, not much I could do or say. I don't know these people. Stiles called Allison my niece, but I don't know how that's true. They haven't gotten that far into their story. I looked at Scott. "Why are we here?"

Stiles put his hands on my shoulders and guided me up the walk. "This is your house." I shook from his grasp, growling at him. He retracted. "Sorry, I forgot. No touching." I scowled at him before walking up the path and to the house. I heard the others following me.

I reached for the knob, the door was unlocked. I glanced at the others and then walked inside. The inside was just as simple as the outside. There weren't any pictures or art work on the walls. The furniture was okay, but you could tell it was used. I glanced around and then looked at the others. "This is it? I lived here?"

"Yeah," Scott said. "Sometimes."

"What does that mean?"

"You'd spend some nights at Derek's."

I slowly nodded, thinking. "Right…" I turned around and slowly walked through the house. "This boyfriend I, supposedly, have. Where, exactly, is he?"

"Uh…we don't know. After you vanished, he left with his sister, Cora."

I walked down the hall, thinking. I put my hand on the wall, letting it slide as I walked. I stopped at the first room on the right, pushing the door open. This was clearly the master. I walked over to the bed and sat down. My eyes drifted to the night stand. There was a picture of two boys.

I picked it up and looked at it closer. They were standing next to each other, clearly posing for the photo. One was tall with dark hair, older. The other was shorter, light hair, younger. He looked about Scott's and Stiles' age, maybe younger. I sat it back down and then meandered across the room.

I went to the dresser, pulling out the first drawer my hands came to. I picked through the clothes. I pulled out of black shirt and held it up. The front read "100% Human". I scoffed, wading it up and shoving it back into the drawer. Ridiculous. Who would wear that?

I slammed the drawer, a waft of something hitting my nose. I knew it was mine, my scent. But there was something else. Something…familiar. It wasn't detergent, but I couldn't place it. I looked around, trying to tell where the smell was coming from.

Something poked out from under the dresser, so I bent down and grabbed it. It was a black shirt, clearly too big for me. After examining it, I brought it to my nose and gave it a good sniff. Yep, this was it. This was the source of the strange smell. But at the same time, it wasn't really strange. Like I said, it was familiar. Somehow. I don't know.

"Well, what are we going to do?" Allison asked. I tilted my head, listening. They were talking in a hushed voice, in the living room. Talking about me behind my back.

"I don't know," Scott said defensively.

"Have you gotten a hold of Derek, yet?" I'm assuming that's Isaac.

"No."

"Look," Stiles said, "she gave us twenty four hours, okay? We need to figure out how to get her to remember us."

"There's nothing she remembers?" Allison asked.

"Nope."

"What about Charlie?" Isaac asked.

"No," Scott said. "Not even him."

"Yeah, but she never knew him," Stiles said. "She never met the kid, just talked about him."

"So?" Isaac said. "She knows us, and that's not working."

"Yeah, but she doesn't know us know us. I mean, she barely knows Allison, or Isaac. She knows Scott and me, a little better, but that's not working."

Allison sighed. "So what do we do?"

"Find someone she does know…?"

"Like my dad."

"And Derek," Isaac said.

"And Deaton," Scott added. "He was Talia's Emissary. She knew Talia, maybe she knew him."

"But…didn't she live with the Hales when she was a Kirin?" Isaac questioned and Scott sighed.

"Okay, good, that's a start," Stiles said. "But you're all forgetting something?" There was a pause. "Aaron. If anyone is going to know her know her, it'll be him."

I sighed, returning to normal hearing. They were desperate, I'll give them that. But, if this were a lie, they are going to some crazy lengths to make it look real. But what if it is real? Could me life have gotten that messed up? I left the room and walked down to the next one.

I walked into that room, overwhelmed by the smell. It wasn't bad, or anything. It was someone's scent. It was strong. Masculine. I sniffed hard. A werelion lived here. If this is my house, why did I have a lion living here? I walked out of the room, making a note that the scent in that room didn't match the odd one on the shirt in my room. They told me Allison came and got clothes for me, but it wasn't her scent, either.

I walked back to the living room, watching as they quickly hushed. I pretended I didn't notice and that I hadn't heard what they were saying. I stopped feet from them, pointing back down the hall. "Why was there a werelion, here?"

Stiles smiled. "That's your brother, Aaron. He lived here for a while."

"Why?"

"He wasn't always a lion," Scott said. "After he was…bitten, he moved in with you so you could help him learn to control it." I nodded. That seemed like something I would do.

"And where is he now?"

"He moved to Oregon, to live with Sam."

"But," Stiles held up a finger, staring at his phone. "He should be in town any minute. He'll meet us at our next stop."

"Where's that?" I asked.

"Uh…" Scott glanced around. "It's a surprise…?"

I crossed my arms. "Was that a question?"

Stiles moaned. "Why do you ask so many questions? Just get in the car and you'll see when you get there. Okay?" I didn't argue. I got back in the Jeep with Scott and Stiles. This time, we followed Allison and Isaac.

Scott looked at me. "Did you recognize anything in the house?"

"No." That was all I had to say. I didn't mention the strange shirt with the scent, or the picture. He faced forward and didn't say anything else until we got there. This building had multiple levels. Many people lived here. We took the elevator up to the top floor. Allison led the way. No one said anything.

I was wondering why we were here, but I figured I'd wait and find out. Stiles was already annoyed with me. I'm sure the others were, too. I hope they know I'm not doing this to be a jerk. I really mean what I say. I don't remember them. They seem like nice people, but that doesn't mean they are or that I can trust them.

Allison opened the door to one of the apartments and then walked inside. Everyone else followed, like they'd done this a million times. I'm sure I have, too – I mean, I'm sure they'll say I have. None of this looks familiar. Should it? Would I even know? All I remember is something that happened years ago.

"Dad," Allison called as we followed her down the hall. Scott was at the end of the line, closing the front door behind us. With each step I took, the feeling like something was wrong grew inside of me. I wasn't sure why. I felt like I wanted to run. Like, I needed to run.

Gun powder and metal laced the air, along with Allison's scent and one other. A man. Most likely her dad. But there was something about this one. It's what was making me want to run. We rounded a corner, into what looked like an office. Allison's dad sat at the desk, looking down at his papers. But I stopped at the doorway. I knew what this was. I knew who he was. Allison's dad looked up at me right as I took a step back, into Scott.

"Whoa," Scott said, righting me. "You okay?" I knew I looked terrified, but I didn't care. I was. I was completely terrified.

"It's okay," Allison's dad stood, cautiously. He seemed to know what I was thinking. "You're safe, Beckett. I'm not going to hurt you."

I could tell by the looks on everyone else's faces that it was starting to click. That they shouldn't have brought me here. Scott said so right after I thought it. "Maybe this was a bad idea."

"You think?" I tried to leave, but he and Isaac blocked the doorway. "Move," my eyes lit up green. Isaac looked alarmed, but stayed since Scott did. As a Beta should.

"Beckett," Allison's dad said, and I rolled my eyes. They turned back to normal as I turned around. He was still standing in the same spot, hands up, where I could see them. "I take it you know who I am."

"Now I do," I said. "You're a hunter."

"I was. But I don't do that anymore."

I scoffed. "Right. Picking up a gun is easy; it's putting it down that's hard."

"How do you know me?"

"I know of you," I corrected. "But all Argents are the same."

"Well, that's not so true, anymore. There was a time when it was. But things are different now."

"How? Because your daughter's friends with a few of us?"

"No. Because I learned that humans can be monsters, too." He glanced at Allison, then looked back. "I know they told you Allison's your niece. But did they tell you how?" I shook my head. He gestured toward the chair in front of the desk. "Have a seat and I'll explain."

I crossed my arms. "I'll stand."

"Alright." He let out a breath, like he was preparing for the longest speech in his life. "My name is Chris, and I'm your uncle. My parents had three children, one of which, we were told, didn't make it. That child was your mother. My mother, your grandmother, took her somewhere she knew she'd be safe, found her a new home. That's how she became adopted into the family she was raised by. I didn't know until a few months ago, and neither did you. But I've known you longer than that.

"Before I knew you were supernatural, that you were the Kirin, we were hunting you. When you saw we were getting close, you joined us. Disguised yourself in our ranks. You hid among us for years. You became like a daughter to me. And I know you felt the same for me. We were both shocked to find out that we were related by blood. We've had our differences, but it never changed where we stood with one another." He paused a moment. "A couple of nights before you vanished, you came to me. You wanted me to give you more of the serum we called Kirin's bane."

I sighed. "What would I need with that?"

"The Nemeton was taking it's power back, but the battle wasn't over. You didn't want to be completely defenseless when the lunar eclipse started."

"I wouldn't be, anyway. Cats aren't affected by the moon like others."

"I know. But the Kirin would've lost all it's power, like the werewolves did. By taking the serum, you became a tiger again. When you came to me, you knew facing Tobias might end with your death, but you were hoping to take him to the grave with you. I decided to give it to you because I knew the same thing you did; you were the only one who could stop him. And you did."

I was seething on the inside. I didn't want to believe a word out of his mouth, let alone share the same blood! Yuck! I sucked a full lungs worth of air through my nose, before calmly letting it out of my mouth. I wasn't looking at him. I didn't want to. But I had to for what I was going to say next.

"You say we were close?" I questioned.

He nodded, "Yes."

"And…in any of our heart-to-hearts, did I happen to mention how your family killed my parents?" I asked. All eyes were on Chris. His eyes were wide, too. He didn't know. Oh, well. I don't regret saying it. Someone had to let the cat out of the bag. I scoffed. "Right. Pretend you don't know."

"I don't," he said.

"I find that hard to believe. Why would I befriend someone who killed my parents?" I looked around the room. "No one? Really? Fine. I'll tell the tale. We spent my whole child hood hiding. From hunters or anyone who wanted people like my mom dead. Somehow the Argents found out what she was. They ran our car off the road, slammed into a tree. My mother was pinned under the dash, my father unconscious. She told me to run. And so I did. Two gunshots rang out behind me and I never saw them again."

The room was quiet. I guess no one had heard that story. I looked at all of their faces. "If I knew all of you, and I was really your friend, why didn't at least one of you know that?" No one replied. "Can you people give me any personal detail about myself?"

"Like what?" Stiles asked, his face horror stricken by my tale.

"Like…" I thought. "Like my birthday, my favorite color, the town I was born in, my middle name. Something like that, something only a friend would know." No one said anything. How am I supposed to believe these guys when they don't know anything?

"Your birthday is February 29th," a voice from behind me said. I turned around and found a young boy standing in between Scott and Isaac. He was the same boy from the photo on my night stand. He must be Aaron. They said he was going to meet us here. "Your favorite color is rain; which isn't a color, but you didn't care because you loved how it made you feel after a storm. You said that kind of feeling can only come from a color. You were born in Seattle, Washington. And your middle name is Liv; because that's what your mother wanted you to do."

I was speechless. This boy knew it all. "I…"

"That's not all," he pulled something out of his bag. "You were born Beckett-Ann Liv Lawson. You changed it to Ann Keller after your parents died and your best friend's family took you in." He stepped closer to me. "Everything they've told you is true. Just like everything you're saying is true." What he had in his hands appeared to be a book. He opened it to the first page and gave it to me. "This is you, in 1917. You were going by the name Mary Foster, then."

I took the book and examined it. It looked like me, the girl in the photo. But it was black and white and so old. "You told me a lot," he continued. "But I'm sure you didn't say everything. You liked your secrets. But the pictures don't lie. You were the Kirin. You were taken back to 1829, where you then lived out the rest of your life, coming to the present."

I flipped through the book, finding a picture of me in modern day. I was hugging some guy. I didn't know who he was, but I felt like I should. "That's Tobias," he said. Then he reached over and turned the page. "And that was your pack." The picture contained twelve or thirteen people. I studied the faces of each one. Shouldn't I know this?

"Here's how Deaton explained it to me," Aaron said. "After you defeated Tobias, the Nemeton was taking it's power back and you were going to die. When Sam stepped in and healed you, he managed to save your body, but the Nemeton was only going to give back so much of your memories. It left behind the ones you had before you knew what a Nemeton was, before the Kirin. We don't know if those memories will ever come back. But we can show you the life you've lived for 193 years."

This was too much. I closed the book and gave it back to him. "Maybe the girl you knew is dead. And maybe she should stay that way."