I groaned as I rolled over. Getting out of bed seems like the worst idea in the world. I've been awake for the last twenty four hours, only getting about five hours of sleep in the past forty eight. Now I'm just lying here, thinking about the current mess we are in. And about what happened at the hospital.

Kira fixed our live wire problem. But Isaac was in pretty bad shape after being in that electrified water for so long. He's still in the hospital, and he's not getting any better. And according to Scott and Derek, Stiles is the one who cut the cable on the roof of the hospital. Or, the dark spirit. The Nogitsune inside of him did it. I don't think Stiles would ever hurt anyone on purpose. Of course I don't know him well, but still. He's not the type.

But that's not even the thing I'm thinking about. After we got Isaac into the hospital and they took him back, Scott, Derek, and Emma all asked me how I knew that would work. How I knew that Kira would be able to absorb the electricity from the cable that broke off of the roof.

My answer was I don't know. Because I didn't. I felt weird about the whole thing, so I walked away. I waited in the truck for Emma, but my ears were still inside, on their conversation. That's how I knew how bad Isaac was and that Stiles was behind it all. I don't like to eavesdrop. But, they were talking about me.

"I don't know how she knew that," Emma said. "That Kira could do that."

"She never asked what a Kitsune was," Derek said, sounding like he was saying his train of thought. "Or a Nogitsune. Could she have learned that in your Pride?"

"I don't think so. We had a Kitsune once, but he wasn't like Kira."

Then Scott chimed in. "Maybe she's remembering. If neither of you told her, then maybe it's because she was the Kirin."

No one said much after that. At least, nothing worth listening in on. My mind wondered from that and to me and Derek at the pool. How he led me there with the intention of trying to make me remember. Or…guilt me into remembering? I don't know what that was.

But I asked him to wait for me to be ready, to let me figure it out. And he didn't do it. But something in me expected that. Maybe it's just because I know how much he wants 'Old Kit' back. In a way, I want her back, too. I know that other life of mine wasn't easy.

She made it look easy. Like she had it all figured out. And I don't. Far from it. I huffed, staring at the ceiling. I need to do something besides lay here and waste my life away. But I've tried looking for Stiles. In fact, the whole town is looking for Stiles.

I sit up and throw the covers off, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. I was still wearing the same outfit as I was yesterday. I sighed and stood. A wave of fatigue hit me. I shook my head and blinked a few times. There's no way my mind will let me sleep, so I might as well make myself useful.

I went to my drawers and pulled out a new pair of jeans and a shirt. I changed and then tossed my old clothes in the hamper by the door. My eyes landed on the ground under my dresser. On the black shirt wadded up on the ground. I huffed to myself, trying to make myself ignore it.

But it was no use. I was across the room and the shirt was in my hands before I knew what I was doing. I fingered the fabric, thinking with a numb mind. I brought it close to me and inhaled, letting the scent linger in my nose. I now know that scent without a shadow of doubt.

Yes, the shirt smells like me. But there was that other scent. I recognized it when I first saw him, but I didn't really want to put two and two together. But at the school, riding in the car with him, I was able to really lock onto his scent. I scoffed at myself.

Of course Derek's shirt would be in my house, in my room. It's clear that he was madly in love with me. But I still don't know if I was, am. Why'd I say am? I'm not in love with Derek. How could I be? I don't know anything about him. Okay, that might be a stretch.

I know everything that everyone has told me, but I don't know the real Derek. Not like Old Kit. But it seems Derek didn't even know Old Kit. So maybe I never really knew him very well. Is that possible? Probably not. I sound like I was one of those people who knows more than they'll ever lead on. Maybe that was the case with Derek.

I tossed the shirt were I found it and then left my room. I walked out to the living room and found it empty. I tilted my head, listening. There were no other heart beats in the house. I was alone. Where'd Emma and Charlie go? Great. This isn't one of those vision things, is it? I hope not.

I walked into the kitchen, seeing a note on the fridge. I then read it out loud, "Took Charlie out for a walk. Figured we could both use the fresh air. – E" I sighed. My phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out and opened the text from Scott: Get to the cross country trail that leads to the Tate car! We think Stiles planned something else.

What?! How do they know that? I sighed. I replied, telling him I was on my way and then I grabbed my jacket. I stepped outside and stopped. "You've got to be kidding me." The truck, the big, hard to miss yellow one, was gone. Emma must have it. But I thought she said she and Charlie were going for a walk?

Oh, well. I shook the thought from my head, promising to come back to it later. Instead, I started running. And when it didn't feel fast enough, I kicked it into overdrive. It was a total of about twenty minutes from when I left my house until I found them.

Not far from the trail was a group of teenagers. All wearing track clothes. And now I understand what the problem was. But now we have a new one. Scott, Aiden, and Stiles we on the ground huddled around someone. When I got closer I realized that it was their coach. He had an arrow in his gut.

"What happened?" I asked. They all looked at me, just now noticing me. Stiles' hands were covered in blood and Scott had his hands around the wound on the coach's gut. Scott looked relived to see me. But I wasn't sure about Stiles. At first I thought that he was glad to see me. But there was something else.

"Hey," Aiden said, "I think I just heard an ambulance."

"And my dad," Stiles sighed. What is going on? I thought Stiles was bad now. He can go back and forth? One second he's good and then the next he's not? Scott told me how this got started while the EMTs dealt with the coach. He said that Stiles found them at the high school.

He came to them. Not the other way around. Stiles knows that he's the one who caused the accident at the hospital two days ago. And based off of a map they found in a duffle bag Stiles had, that's how they knew that Stiles did something to the trail. Now we know that it was an arrow.

But Stiles claims that he can't remember anything, can't remember what he did while he was the Nogitsune. Convenient, if you ask me. "So what do we do now?" I asked Scott. He and I were standing by Stiles' Jeep. Ethan was riffling through it's trunk.

I followed Scott's gaze. He was watching as Stiles and his dad hugged. I'm sure it's a relief to the Sheriff to have his son back. But he's not out of the woods yet. He's still possessed by a Nogitsune. And that's not something you want to mess with. Wait. How do I know that?

"I don't know," Scott finally said, and I looked at him.

"Guys," Ethan said. "You better look at this." Scott and I walked over to him. He had Stiles' duffle bag in front of him. Scott picked up a roll of wrapping paper.

"This is the same wrapping paper we used for Coach's present," Scott said.

"Wasn't that William Barrow's thing?" Ethan asked. "A bomb made from nails and bolts all wrapped in a birthday present? Where did it go off?" I looked down at the bag. It was filled with a bunch of things. A few things being nails, a saw, some cable, blue prints. What was he up to?

Scott finally replied. "On a school bus." Well, that's not good. Ethan sat the bag back in the trunk has Scott walked away, probably to go tell Stiles and the Sheriff. A bomb is not something to take lightly. I was about to follow, but something caught my eye.

Ethan reached up to close the trunk. I put my hand on his wrist. "Wait." I stepped forward and opened the duffle bag wider, riffling through it.

"What is it?"

I moved a few tools aside and some paper, and then I found it. The thing that stopped me. My hand squeezed the plush toy as I pulled it out of the bag, and my breath caught in my throat. "Kit?" I looked it over. It was Charlie's toy. His stuffed animal, the one he never leaves behind.

My mind went to the note on the fridge, how they were both gone when I got up. And I don't remember hearing them leave. I turned on my heel and headed for Stiles. I blew past Scott and the Sheriff, grabbing a fist full of Stiles' shirt and slamming him into the side of the Sheriff's SUV.

"Where is he?" I growled, ignoring both of Scott's and the Sheriff's reactions to what I was doing.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Stiles said.

"Let him go," the Sheriff said. He reached for me and I pushed him, causing him to stumble back a few steps.

"Kit!" Scott said. "What's going on?" My eyes didn't leave Stiles. It wasn't him. He doesn't have a soul; it doesn't take an expert to know that. And he knows it, too.

I held up the toy. "This is Charlie's. He doesn't go anywhere without it. When I got up, both he and Emma were gone. And there was a pathetic note on my fridge, signed with the letter E. Something Emma would never do."

"What did the note say?" Stiles asked, trying to sound concerned. He was even acting the part.

"You know what it said."

"Kit, just-" Scott trailed off. "Look, we'll figure it out. But you need to talk to us."

I sighed through my nose. "It said that they were going for a walk, that she thought they could use the fresh air. But the truck was gone."

"I don't know where they are. Okay?" Stiles said. "But I'm going to help you find them." I pressed into him harder, my eyes glowing green.

"Let. Him. Go." The sound of a bullet sliding into the chamber filled my eyes. I glanced to my right and saw the Sheriff pointing his gun at me. "Now."

"Kit," Scott spoke gingerly. "If Stiles really did do something to Charlie and Emma, we'll find them. Okay?" I looked at him. "But you need to trust us." I sighed. They'd never believe me. Even if I did say that that's not Stiles, that it's the Nogitsune. I don't even know how I know that.

I let Stiles go and I walked away, toy in hand. I ignored their calls, trying to get me to stop and come back. I'm not working with Stiles. Not when he's like that. I need to find out what happened. I need to find them.

(EMMA'S POV)

"What was so urgent?" I asked. "Is everything okay?"

Joy looked like she was in shock. We were at our usual meeting place in the woods. She had texted me, asking me to meet her. "Yeah…" she swallowed it was like someone had stolen her voice. "More than okay."

"Okay, you're starting to freak me out."

"They're all okay. The rest of the Pride."

"What do you mean?" I crossed my arms.

"Chase and all of his pack are gone."

"Gone? Like dead?"

"Some of them," her eyes were reliving something. "But we're free, Em. What did you do?"

"What do you mean? I didn't do anything."

"You must have done something."

"Okay, you're confusing me. What exactly happened?"

"We were living our new terrible lives and then, out of nowhere, werewolves whom I've never seen before showed up and started taking them out, one-by-one," she said. "There were two girls and four guys."

"You're telling me that six werewolves killed them? The whole pack?"

"Like I said, some of them died."

"What about Chase, their Alpha?"

"Dead. One of the women killed him."

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "How-" I stopped myself.

"We're free, Emma. I don't care about the how."

"Did you speak to any of these people? Who were they? How do we know they won't come back?"

"Calm down," she said. "One of the boys, a young one, he told me that we didn't have anything to worry about any more. He said we were free and that that other pack would never bother us again."

"And you believe him?"

"Yes. You didn't see them, Emma. They were skilled in this, most likely born werewolves. They had a plan, they knew exactly how many of them there were and where they'd be. Someone took the time to plan it."

"But you don't know who they were?"

She shook her head. "Someone heard one of the boys call one of the girls Kassie, the girl who killed Chase." She shrugged. "But that's all I have."

I thought for a minute. "Would you recognize them if you saw them again?"

"I don't know. Maybe. Why?"

(KIT'S POV)

I searched the house, high and low. Leaving no pillow unturned. I had swiped the hospital blue prints from Stiles' duffle bag before I left. I compared the hand writing on it to the hand writing of the note on my fridge. They match. Stiles wrote the note.

I've tried calling Emma but she won't answer. I also tried Derek to see if maybe she as with him. But he didn't answer, either. It didn't concern me too much that he didn't answer just since we haven't spoken since the last we saw each other, at the hospital.

"Okay," I began to talk to myself. Sometimes it's easier for me to work out a problem if I say it out loud. "There's no evidence that anyone was here. But, clearly, Stiles was here." I paced in the living room. I stopped and sighed. "What would Emma say to do?"

I rubbed my forehead, thinking. "She'd tell me to use my senses." So I paused and I listened as hard as I could. Nothing. So I started sniffing. I walked through the house trying to find a scent that was out of place. But all I smelled was Emma, Charlie, and myself.

I ended up in my room. I sighed and looked around. What next? Feeling. What do I feel? That's what she'd ask me next. Uh…alone. I know that's not the right kind of feeling, but I think I get the point. I walked to my bed and plopped down. A waft of scents came up out of the bed spread and hit me.

I smelled myself, my shampoo, the laundry detergent. I smelled Charlie, since he usually sleeps with me. Wait. Why wasn't he sleeping with me? Why didn't I find that odd when I woke up? But there was something else mixed in with the scents that I know all too well: emotions.

Emotions that were not mine. Stress, anxiety. It's the same combo I smelled on the hospital roof with Derek and Scott when we were looking for Stiles. He was here, in my room. And he was trying not to take Charlie. Just like how he was trying not to cut that cable at the hospital, but did anyway.

Okay, so he took Charlie from the bed while we were sleeping. But how did I not know he was here? I haven't really slept that well lately. Or have I? I started sniffing harder. I was on to something now. I need to know how he got past me. He took Charlie right out of my arms while I slept and I didn't wake up!

I stood and attacked the bed, ripping off the quilt, tossing the pillows. I was doing everything possible to fluff any and all smells. It was more of the same, but nothing new. I stepped back. There has to be something. I thought to what I last remember.

Last night, I hung out with Charlie, Emma went to bed earlier. Charlie and I ate and then we went to bed. But… When I woke up, I was wearing outside clothes. Not PJ's. I always go to bed in PJ's. I thought that was because I came home from looking for Stiles and collapsed on the bed. But that's not what happened. I rubbed my temples, getting more frustrated by the second. Why can't I think? Something's not right.

I froze. Something's not right. "Something's not right," I had to say it to make myself believe it. Maybe I knew something wasn't right last night. Maybe I never got the chance to change into my PJ's and go to bed. Maybe… I left the room and went to the living room.

I tried to retrace my steps. I got back from looking for Stiles. So I started at the front door. Then I did everything like I think I did last night. I went to the island chairs in the kitchen and sat down the car keys (which I don't have but I pretended) and took off my coat and draped it over a chair.

Then, I'd say hi to Charlie. Emma would usually come out from the hall way. I remember her telling me she was glad I was home because she was going to bed. She's been really tired, between looking for Stiles and being pregnant. And then she walked down the hall and that was the last I saw her.

Then I made dinner. Charlie and I ate and then I cleaned up the dishes while he played. I now stood in front of the sink, staring down in it. The dishes were still in the sink. I always do the dishes before bed. It's like one of my pet peeves. It has to be done before I can sleep.

So I didn't sleep. Not willingly, anyway. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. I looked around the room, like someone might be watching me. But I was alone. But maybe I wasn't last night. I then walked down the hall slowly. I thought someone was in the house.

I entered my room, the door creaking open. I walked three feet in the door. And then that's when it happened. I sniffed the air. I turned and looked at the hamper next to the door. I walked up to it, picking it up and dumping it on the bed. I dug through it's contents.

And I found it. The source of the smell. And then last night all came back to me. I picked up a white wash cloth out of the pile. I held it up by it's end and examined it. A splotch of purple stained the middle of the rag. Wolf's bane. I remember, last night, how I walked into my bedroom and someone came up behind me.

They put this towel over my mouth and all it took was one panicked sniff. My eyes flashed green as my knees buckled. I was going down and I couldn't stop it. I collapsed to the ground, the person letting me go. The room faded in and out as I lost consciousness.

But I remember rolling over and seeing Stiles above me, right before the room went black. He planned this all to a T. He wanted Scott to call me to help them. He put the toy in the bag so I'd see it and lose my mind. He showed me just enough of the Nogitsune so I wouldn't drop it but that the others wouldn't see.

He played me from the start. I fell right into it. So what he doing now? And where are Charlie and Emma? My phone buzzed in my pocket. I dropped the rag and pulled it out. It was a text from Scott: At school with bomb on bus. Sheriff says your truck at station.

What? What is it doing there? I walked out of the room making a beeline for the door. I got to the station as fast as I could. It seemed to take me forever, but I made it. Sure enough, the truck sat out front parked in a handicap spot. I walked to it, checked in the bed and looked through the window into the cab.

It looked clean. Then why take it? I walked into the station. But I didn't get far. Not too far from the door, just outside the Sheriff's office, sat Derek and Chris Argent. Both handcuffed to the bench. I stopped about a foot from them when they finally noticed me.

I looked at Derek. "Now I know why you weren't picking up."

He suddenly looked concerned. Probably because I'm wearing every emotion I'm feeling on my face right now. "What's wrong?"

I sighed. "I don't know where to begin." I ran a hand through my hair. "Why are you even here? Is this because of Stiles?"

That got Chris' attention. "Why do you say that?"

"Because he's back and making our lives Hell."

"What do you mean?" Derek asked. "What happened?"

Okay. I just need to bite the bullet off. "Stiles broke into my house last night and used some kind of wolfs bane on me. I woke up with no memory of it, I thought I was out all night looking for Stiles."

"Why would Stiles break into your house?"

"Because he took Charlie. And I can't find Emma, either." As soon as the words left my mouth, Derek's face turned to stone. He was clearly holding back some massive anger. "I can't find either of them. And Scott and everyone is too abscessed with Stiles and what he's done next to help me. The truck was missing, too. I only came because the Sheriff said it was here."

Just then, a deputy walked up to me. "Can I help you, Miss?"

"Yeah," I turned to face him. "The yellow truck in the handicap? That's mine. I came to get it."

He walked over to a desk. "Okay. I'll just need your name-"

"I'll take it from here." I recognized his voice before I saw him. Agent McCall walked up to me. The deputy long gone, now. I sighed. I don't want to deal with him right now. "Detective Grant," he slid his hands in his pants pockets as he glanced around the room ever so casually.

"What do you want, McCall?" When I heard my voice, all I could think was that it wasn't mine. It sounded different. Confident, maybe? I crossed my arms as I stared him down. "I just came for my truck."

He glanced at Derek and Chris before looking at me. "Things are never that simple with you." I nodded, somehow knowing exactly what he was talking about. "You're not going anywhere until I get the story behind that truck."

"Uh…" I faked a chuckle. "First of all, you have no grounds to keep me here. Second, there's no law against parking you car outside of a sheriff's station. Granted, it's in a handicap, so I will accept whatever fines that entails, but besides that we're done here."

He scoffed in that way that makes me want to slap him. And I almost did. Why did I just almost slap an FBI agent? "You're wrong about one thing; I do have grounds to keep you here."

"What are they?"

"Child endangerment."

"Uh, what now?"

"A deputy found a young boy, we've ID'd as Charlie Nolan, inside the cab of that pick up."

"His he okay?"

"He's fine," he nodded. "But, I wasn't surprised to see you listed as his new legal guardian." I clenched my teeth. Why do I hate this man so much? "But I never did peg you as the adopting type. His mother's deceased, father unknown. Besides you and Keller, seems that he doesn't have anyone. So what's he to you?"

"He's my sister's son," I replied.

His eyes dropped. "Sorry for your loss. Both of them. News of Johnston spread fast. He was a good cop." He's talking about Ben. My father, whom everyone thinks is my uncle. He's also Blair's father, Charlie's grandfather. I just simply nodded, not sure what to say. "But I still can't let this go."

"Really? Every time. Why do you have to do this?"

"Do what?"

"You hunt down the people you're jealous of and then make their lives a living Hell. That's why you're trying to get Stilinski impeached," I said. But he was shaking his head, looking away from me. I knew I had him. "Same thing happened in Washington." He quickly looked at me. "With that 'good cop' you mentioned."

Now he was uncomfortable, squirming. I wanted to smile, but forced myself no to. "Don't give me that BS. I was there, remember?"

"What do you want?"

"I'll start with my kid, then my truck, and for you to go back to wherever it is low life agents go." I put my hands on my hips. "Let's face it; you've always had a face for a milk carton, not a badge." My features remained set. But on the inside I was freaking out. What was that?

"Okay." That was all he said before turning around and walking away. I watched him disappear into a back room. A few seconds later he came back, carrying Charlie. A wave of relief washed over me at the sight of him. McCall walked up to me and handed me Charlie.

I held him close to me, almost like I was afraid someone would take him from me. McCall turned to walk away and then stopped. "Just…don't let this happen again." And then he was gone. I looked at the desk beside me with the bewildered deputy behind it.

I held out my hand. "Keys." He quickly fumbled for his desk drawer. He pulled the keys out of the drawer and quickly handed them to me. "Thank you." I then returned my attention to Derek and Chris. Both of which looked like they were going to need a new pair of shorts. "What?"

"You remembered him," Chris said.

"Yeah," I sighed. "Don't ask how. It was like I was a different person. I'm not sure what came over me." I sat Charlie down, the boy clinging to my leg. "So, why are you two here?" They both looked speechless. I sighed. "Let me guess; that reminded you of the old Kit."

"Actually," Chris glanced at Derek. "We never saw that Kit."

"Oh. Well, then, more reason to move on. So. How did you get here?"

"Stiles is framing us for murder."

"Great." My hand absentmindedly ran through Charlie's hair. I didn't realize how attached I'd grown to this boy until I didn't have him. I looked back at Derek and Chris, at the way they looked at each other. They clearly are not on the same sighed. I guess that probably has something to do with Chris' sister killing all of Derek's family. But that's just a guess.

"Come on, you two," I said. "Don't tell me I have to worry about you two killing each other behind bars. As long as I'm alive, you two are on the same side." They both looked at me weird again. I sighed. "What? I've said that before. Haven't I?"

"Yeah," Derek said. "Part of it."

I nodded. "Okay. Well. I'll be back, but I need to find Emma." I picked up Charlie. And then the whole room erupted. Deputies were running around everywhere. What is going on? A deputy ran up to Chris and unlocked his handcuff before running away. Chris asked him what was going on and the boy just stared at him with a scared look on his face.

Something's not right. How many times do I have to say it? I looked down at Derek. He was twisted around, looking into the Sheriff's office. Two packages sat on the desk. I tilted my head. Oh no. I locked eyes with Derek right before he yelled to get down. And then everything literally blew up.