A picture of Scott appeared in the bottom left corner of my helmet and I pressed the answer button on the side of my helmet to answer. I looked in my side mirror to make sure Derek was still following behind me in his camaro.

"Calla, Miss Blake is the one who's killing people." Scott said.

"Miss Blake?" I questioned him. "Miss Blake as in our English teacher?"

"Yes, she's the Darach. She's heading over to Derek's loft now."

"Why?"

"Because she knows that if she convinces an alpha that she's not dangerous than she'll be protected. That alpha is you." Stiles said in the background.

"There's another thing, Calla."

"What?"

"She already took Stiles' dad. She's going after guardians now. Guardians as in law enforcement." I felt a cold chill running down my spine.

"My dad." I hung up on Scott and press the speed button for Jake but there was no answer. I began panicking as I dialed his number and had the same results. The last thing my father would remember me by would be me throwing my dead mother up in his face.

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"Callana!" Miss Blake yelled into the loft and I stood in the darkness with my fists in my pockets. "Callana, where are you?"

"Right here." I said and she walked over to me.

"Something happened at the recital. At the school. Okay, I need to tell you before you hear it, before you hear any of it from them."

"From who?"

"Scott, Stiles. They're gonna tell you things. Things you can't believe. You have to trust me, okay? You trust me."

"What is it?"

"Promise you'll listen to me."

"I promise." I continued to stare at her, my slate gray eyes turning to stone. She glared at me.

"They're already here, aren't they?" I looked past her to see Stiles, Scott and Derek walk into the light as the lightning flashed through the air outside. She turned to look at them. "So...They told you it was me? That I'm the one taking people?"

"We told her you're the one killing people." Scott objected.

"Oh, that's right." She let out a fake chuckle. "Committing human sacrifices? What, cutting their throats? Yeah, I probably do it on my lunch hour. That way I can get back to teaching high school English the rest of the day. That makes perfect sense."

"Where's our dads?" Stiles' voice shook as he spoke and a tear fell from his eye.

"How should I know?" She turned her attention back to us. "Callana, tell me you don't believe this.

"Do you know what happened to our fathers?" I questioned her without missing a beat.

"No."

"Ask her why she almost killed Lydia." Scott said as Miss Blake turned back to him.

"Lydia Martin? I don't know anything about that."

"What do you know?" I snapped.

"I know that these boys, for whatever misguided reason, are filling your head with an absurd story and one they can't prove, by the way." Scott held up a small glass container with a fine brown powder in it.

"What if we can?" Scott asked.

"What is that?"

"My boss told me it's a poison and a cure...which means you can use it...and it can be used against you." A look of disgust grew on Miss Blake's face.

"Mistletoe?" Scott tossed the mistletoe at Miss Blake and it grew around her, surrounding her and engulfing her. She screamed as he face shifted from her normal face to a skinless, slashed face with bulging blue eyes and half of her lip missing. Kind of reminding me of Freddy Kruger. I gasped and ran over to Derek and he pushed me behind him as the dust fell to the ground and Miss Blake's face returned to normal. She glared at us. She tried to make a run for the door but Derek swiftly grabbed her by the throat with one hand.

"Derek, wait, wait! Callana, call him off! You need me. Call him off!"

"What is he? My pit bull?" I questioned her like she was stupid.

"What are you?" Derek barked.

"The only person who can save your sister who is now in the hospital dying from mistletoe poisoning. Call Peter. Call him!" I pulled out my phone and quickly dialed Peter's number.

"Give me an update on Cora." I snapped, never taking my eyes off of Miss Blake.

"It's not good." Peter answered. "She's in and out of consciousness. She's vomiting up black blood along with one other alarming substance."

"Mistletoe."

"How did you know that?" I hung up without answering him. Derek's grip on Miss Blake's throat grew tighter and tigher as his face was clouded with pure hate. She gasped as Derek held her up into the air with one hand as she struggled to catch her breath.

"Derek." Scott called out to him. "Derek, what are you doing?"

"Her life-it's in my hands!" Miss Blake gasped.

"Stop." Stiles ordered. "Derek, stop!"

"Callana, you'll never find him." I let out a growl of frustration.

"Derek, that's enough." I commanded and he immediately let go of her and stepped back, letting her drop to the ground like a bag of potatoes and fall to her knees. Thunder rumbled outside as she looked up at us and smiled.

"That's right. You need me. All of you."

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I slammed the the car into fourth gear as I sped up, the windshield wipers wiping furiously at the bullets of water against the glass. Jennifer was in the back seat with Derek in the passenger. Scott and Stiles were following behind us in the jeep as we made our way to the hospital to get Cora and Peter.

"You should know I'm not doing this because I have to." Jennifer said quietly. "I want to. I could still run, and you wouldn't have an easy time stopping me. But I don't want your sister to die. I'm only doing what I had to do."

"Shut up." Derek snapped.

"You need to hear the whole story, Derek. You need to know just how connected we really are."

"Stop talking." Jennifer sighed and leaned back into the leather seat as I pulled up to the hospital and parked with Stiles parking beside us. I got out and my skin started to sting as I was repeatedly shot with water pellets. I pulled Jennifer from the car and pushed her over to Derek and roughly grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into the hospital with us behind them. My white blonde hair was dripping wet as my clothes clung to my skin. I looked over at Stiles to see him carrying a bat.

"What's that?" I questioned him.

"What? You got claws, I got a bat." He retorted. We turned the corner to head for the elevator but Melissa stopped us.

"Scott!" She called to her son. "Scott!" We stopped and turned to her. "What are you doing here? The hospital's evacuating."

"We're here for Cora." Scott answered.

"What, all of you? Why does Stiles have my bat?" Stiles looked from Melissa to the bat and back again before holding the bat securely against his chest.

"Mom, just trust me on this. You need to get out of here. Right now."

"The building is supposed to be clear in thirty minutes. We've got two ambulances that are coming back. One's ten minutes out, the other's twenty. Cora needs to be on one of those. They'll be picking up in the basement garage."

"Got it." We turned and headed to the elevator and stepped inside, hitting the button for the fourth floor.

"You don't have to keep me on a leash, Derek. I'm going to help." Jennifer snapped at him but he ignored her. The ride up to the fourth floor was in a complete awkward silence. The doors opened and we walked to the middle of the hallway to the room where Cora was supposed to be but found it empty. The only thing in the room was a pool of black blood on the floor beside the bed with mistletoe in the middle of it.

"Calla." I turned to Scott and saw him staring at the floor. I glanced down with him to see droplets of black blood making a trail to the end of the hallway towards closed double doors. A muffled grunt came from the other side of the doors and they swung open as Peter came sliding across the floor on his back towards us. He groaned as he looked up at us.

"We got a problem." He gasped as he looked back to the doors. "Big problem." I looked up to see the two twin alphas formed into their nasty one alpha form. They roared at us, claws extended, ready for a fight.

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Derek growled as he wolfed out and the twins roared back at him. Derek charged at them before I could object.

"Derek, you're insane!" I yelled after him but he headbutted the twins in the stomach, giving the twins the chance to slam their elbow into his back. He fell to the ground and Scott and I ran at them, Scott going to the right and me going to the left. I slid across the floor past them, running my claws along their sides. The twins grabbed Scott and slammed him against the wall, holding him there by his throat. I jumped onto their back and growled in their ear, trying to pull them off of Scott. "Ethan, Aiden, stop! You don't know what you're doing."

"All we want is her." They roared as they pushed me off of their back and dropped Scott before pursuing down the hallway to where Jennifer just disappeared back into the elevator.

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Peter had Cora slung over his right shoulder as we walked into an empty room and he placed her gently down on a medical table. Derek was the last one to enter and securely closed the doors behind him.

"Where's the big guy?" Peter asked.

"He's close." Derek answered.

"What about Ms. Blake?" Stiles asked. Stiles and I both looked over at Scott who shook his head in dismay. "What do you mean? What does that mean? Like, she's gone? Scott, are you kidding me?"

"Shh, quiet."

"Quiet?" I growled at him, getting angier by the second, getting up into my boyfriend's face. "Are you telling me what to do now? When my freaking high school English teacher has got our dads somewhere, tied up, waiting to be ritually sacrificed?"

"Calla, they're still out there." Scott said, stepping up to my right side as I continued to have a stare down with Derek.

"And-and they want her, right?" Stiles concluded. "Which means now we don't have her either, so our dads and Cora are dead!"

"Not yet. Is she really dying?"

"Well, she's not getting any better." Peter retorted.

"There has to be something that we can do. We have to help her." The door to the room opened and we turned to see Jennifer standing there with the doors swinging behind her.

"You can't." She said. "Only I can. I can save her, and I can tell you were your fathers are. But there is a pack of alphas in this hospital who want me dead. So I'll help you...but only when I'm out of here and safe. Only then."

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A deep growl rumbled in Derek's chest as he pushed over a metal stand and charged at Jennifer. I stepped in his path and placed my hands on his chest to stop him.

"Derek, wait!" I ordered.

"She was trying to get out." Derek growled.

"I was trying to keep from getting killed." Jennifer objected. "You can't blame me for that."

"If you want to show you're one of the good guys, then heal her." Stiles said.

"Not until I'm safe."

"I'd like to volunteer a different method of persuasion." Peter said. "Let's torture her."

"Works for me." Derek agreeed.

"Boys! That's enough!" I barked. "Do you understand?" Peter turned his back on me and Derek remained silent as the PA system squeaked and Melissa's voice sounded over it.

"Um, can I have your attention please?" Melissa's voice shook as she spoke into the speakers. "Mr. Deucalion- Excuse me, just Deucalion- requests you bring the woman calling herself Jennifer Blake to the ER Reception. Do this, and everyone else can leave. You have ten minutes." The PA cut off and we stood there in silence.

"He's not going to hurt her." Jennifer finally broke the silence.

"Shut up." Derek snapped.

"He won't! Scott, you know why. Tell them it's true."

"What does she mean?" When Scott remained silent, she scoffed and continued to talk.

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"Deucalion doesn't just want an alpha pack." Jennifer explained. "He wants perfection. That means adding the rarest of alphas to his ranks."

"A true alpha." Peter muttered.

"What's that?" Stiles asked.

"The kind that doesn't have to steal his power from another. One that can rise by the force of his own will." We all looked at Scott. "Our little Scott."

"It doesn't matter." Scott said. "We still need to get her out of here."

"Scott, your mom-" Stiles began to speak but Scott cut him off short.

"My mom said there's one more ambulance coming in twenty minutes. Now, I don't think we've been here that long, so if we can get down to the garage, get to the last ambulance, we can get out of here."

"The twins aren't gonna let us just walk out." Peter objected.

"I'll distract them."

"You mean fight them." Derek corrected him.

"Whatever I have to do."

"I'll help you." I said. If I was going down tonight, I want to go down swinging side by side with my best friend.

"Um, sorry, but I'm not going anywhere without you, Callana." Jennifer objected. I turned to her and gave a what the hell kind of look.

"Do you have like some sort of lesbian fetish over me or something? Because I don't know if you realized this or not but I have a boyfriend. You're just-You're just-You're very clingy."

"It's okay, Calla, I'll do it." Peter reassured me. "But I prefer to be out there with an advantage."

"An advantage like what?" Stiles questioned him. "You mean like a weapon?"

"Something better than a baseball bat."

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We started to scour through the entire room looking for anything that could be use for a weapon.

"Epinephrine?" Scott read a label on a large syringe.

"That's only going to make him stronger." Derek informed him.

"How much stronger?" Peter asked. I grabbed the syringe from Scott and walked over to Peter, stabbing it into his chest just above his heart. "Ow!"

"Don't be a baby and get out there and fight." I snapped, shoving him out the door with Scott behind him. As soon as the fighting begun, I open the doors again and led the others out of the room and down the hallway in the direction of the basement garage with Cora over Derek's shoulder. Stiles and Jennifer took the lead with Derek and Cora right behind them and me following last.

"It's still here." Stiles said, bursting through the basement doors. He ran over to the ambulance and opened the back doors so Derek could set Cora on the stretcher in the back.

"Callana, over here." Jennifer called to me from the left side of the ambulance. Derek and I exchanged glances before I walked to the side of the vehicle with Derek behind me. Jennifer was standing still, staring at the dead body of the ambulance driver.

"Julia." A sing song voice sounded from the front of the ambulance followed by the sound of jingling keys. Toenails clicked on the concrete and Kali appeared in front of us, twirling the ambulance keys around her finger. "It is you." Jennifer took a step back to be behind me and Derek and I heard Stiles closing the back doors of the ambulance.

"You can't beat her on your own." Jennifer whispered to me.

"That's why we're gonna run." Derek informed us. Kali roared as we turned and took off running back through the doors. I took the lead and started to make a right turn down another hallway when Kali appeared at the other end. I skidded to a halt, slipping across the tile floor. "Lily!" I tuened to see Derek and Jennifer entering the elevator. I jumped in it with them just as the door closed. We got up maybe two floors before the elevator gave a sudden jerk and stopped moving. The lights went out and the blue emergency light in the top corner came on.

"Ugh, this is so not how I wanted to spend my weekend." I groaned.

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Derek pushed open the doors of the elevator only to find a solid wall blocking our exit out. He sighed and turned to look up at the emergency exit.

"If you're thinking service hatch, they bolt from the outside so you'd have to break it." Jennifer said. "All you'd end up doing is creating a lot of noise, tell them exactly where we are."

"Kali already knows." Derek retorted.

"Not necessarily. She saw that we got in, but she might not know that we didn't get out."

"Yeah, well, if I get through then we can go to another floor." I suggested.

"Or you'd end up fighting them alone in an elevator shaft. They'll rip my head off before you even have a chance to land a punch."

"Then someone needs to get the backup generator running again." Derek said, pulling out his phone to text Scott.

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"Anything?" I asked Derek as he kept checking his phone for any more information from Scott.

"No." Derek muttered, putting his phone away. I sighed and walked to the far corner of the elevator, away from Jennifer. I leaned my back against the wall and leaned my head back and closed my eyes. I heard the sounds of Derek's footsteps as he walked over to me. "Hey, everything is going to be alright, Lily. I promise." I opened my eyes and looked at him as he placed his hands gently on my upper arms, running his thumbs softly over my skin. He stared down at with that same crooked smile that made me melt inside everytime he flashed it at me.

"I know. It's just..." I gave another weary sigh. "It's just...I don't want to find my father's body. I already lost my mother. I can't lose him too."

"And you won't. We will get him. Don't worry." I leaned against his chest and he embraced me in his arms.

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"Julia Bacarri." Jennifer said as she started to explain her background story to us to pass the time in the elevator. "That was my name."

"I don't care." Derek snapped at her.

"I guess I should have changed it to something with different first letters. I think I read somewhere that people always pick aliases that are subconsciously derivative of their original name. It's a way of not completely letting go of your identity, since your name is so tied to your sense of self."

"I still don't care."

"I bet you wonder exactly what happened."

"You were an emissary. They tried killing you along with the rest of the pack. Mystery solved."

"I was Kali's emissary. And I was the one she couldn't kill."

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"For years, the nemeton's power was virtually gone, like the dying ember of a burned out fire." Jennifer continued her story. "But a few months earlier, something happened that caused that ember to glow a little brighter. Something that gave it a spark of power again. The sacrifice of a virgin." Paige. Derek's high school sweetheart. The one who he first loved. The one who caused his eyes to turn from yellow to blue by killing her. Peter told us the story while Derek was away after Boyd died. "You didn't know what you were doing back then, but killing Paige in the root cellar, sacrificing her there, gave power to the Nemeton. You gave it power again. You gave me power. Just enough to hold on to life a little longer. Long enough to be found."

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"You know mistletoe is important to Druids, but do you know the myth of why people kiss under mistletoe?" Jennifer questioned our knowledge.

"No." Derek gave a short answer as he crossed his arms over his chest and stared down at me like it gave him comfort to know I was safe as long as I was in his sight.

"It's a Norse myth. Bladur, the son of Odin, was the most beloved by the other gods, so much that they wanted to protect him from all of the dangers in the world. His mother, Frigg, took an oath from fire and water, metal, stone, and every living thing, that they would never hurt Baldur. At a gathering, they tested him. Stone, arrows and flame were all hurled at him. Nothing worked. But there was one god who wasn't so enamored of Baldur. The god of mischief, Loki. Loki discovered that Frigg had forgotten to ask mistletoe, a tiny, seemingly harmless plant. And completely overlooked. Loki fashioned a dart out of mistletoe, and it killed Baldur. Frigg was heartbroken. She decreed that mistletoe would never again be used as a weapon and that she would place a kiss on anyone who passed under it. So now we hang mistletoe underneath our door during the holidays...so that we will never overlook it again. We were the overlooked...the emissaries. It was a mistake Deucalion and the alphas should never have made, because I made an oath of my own. From virgins and warriors, from healers, philosophers and guardians, to loan me power so that I could teach these monsters that their monstrous actions would never be overlooked."

"You killed innocent people."

"So have you. I know the real color of your eyes, Derek. And I know what it means. I'm not asking you to save my life. I'm asking you to save everyone they'll ever hurt again."

"You can't beat 'em."

"Are you sure about that? Boyd asked you right before he died, what happens to a werewolf during a lunar eclispe. You didn't get the chance to tell him, but you know, don't you? What happens, Derek? During the total lunar eclipse?"

"We lose all our power."

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Derek's phone vibrated in his hand and I looked over his arm to see the message from Scott. We have a plan. Another message came through, telling us exactly what to do. Derek put his phone away and walked back over to the elevator doors to open them again, causing a loud clanging noise that echoed through the empty hospital halls. Allison appeared just in the small space between the solid wall and the floor above us as Jennifer took her shoes off and handed them to Allison.

"Scott's mom is heading to the roof to turn the power back on." Allison informed us. "Once she does that, you're going to the basement and get in the car with Isaac." She turned and left. We waited a few more tense minutes before the lights in the elevator flickered on and the elevator gave a lurch. Derek pressed the button to the basement and the elevator reluctantly followed its order.

"Callana, Derek, look at me." Jennifer demanded behind us and I slowly turned around and the slashed multilated face of Julia Bacarri was the last thing I saw.