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Isaac pulls into the Animal Hospital and stops the car, looking at me in the passenger seat of my red truck we had stopped for at the house. The way over we had talked like normal, a little too normal if you ask me. He acted as if nothing had happened in the past year that had affected our friendship. I, on the other hand, was a little too quiet and he had noticed. Isaac still went on talking though, probably wishing that after a little while I would stop being so angry.

Not a chance.

"So, ready to sweeten Deaton's day up?" Isaac jokes. I give him a silent glare, shutting him up quick.

"Let's just get in, get him to help us, and get out, okay?" Gathering my bag in my arms, I try to open the door. It's still locked. I look at Isaac expectantly.

"What's wrong, Blair?" His face is creased with what seems like actual dejection, but he must know what he did to hurt me. Or rather, everyone I love.

"Open the door Isaac."

"Tell me what's wrong first."

"God how dumb are you sometimes?!" I cry out. His face crumples. "Unlock the door."

He does.

I hurry over to the front door and let myself in, calling out Deaton's name as I do.

"How may I help-Blair! How nice to see you. And Isaac. What can I do for you two?" Deaton's smile is warm and reassuring, letting me know he will help out anyway he can, no matter what.

"It's Scott. We need him back, and there isn't anyone who could help us find him better qualified than you." I explain.

"Scott? I assumed he would come back soon. Why is it so urgent to get him back?" A frown form son Deaton's face.

"Derek saved Cora, but it took away his Alpha status. No Alpha means no chance of defeating the Alpha Pack and we have to get Scott to have a chance." My voice is urgent, and Deaton notices.

"Well, I'm sure there is something I can do to help." Deaton motions for us to follow him to the back, and on our way Isaac grins at me.

"We all know he loves a human in need." I scowl at him.

Deaton, smart and experienced as he is, helped us out as much as he could. He told us that if a werewolf drinks a certain herb they can sense an Alpha within a twenty mile radius. It only works for two hours, which means we would have to hurry. It also meant we could only hope we found the Alpha we are looking for, and not Kali or Deucalion. The twins we could handle.

"Thanks for everything." I tell him on our way out the door. He nods and wishes us luck on finding Scott and tells us to stay safe.

Isaac hops in the car and drives us back to Derek's house and we let ourselves in, searching around for anyone who would be back. No one. The house sits silent and even more frightening than usual.

"So…want to order some pizza?"

Lydia, Stiles and Allison sit in the Beacon Hills Library, searching for any book that could help them find information about the Nemeton.

"This is pointless. There's nothing here." Lydia says as she throws another book into it's shelf. "We need Allison's freaky family book."

"The Beastiary? There wouldn't be anything in there about this. My dad only knew about the Durach because of other books. He had to have found them somewhere." Allison reasons.

"It wouldn't hurt to check." Lydia snaps.

"It would be a waste of time, Lydia. We need to check everything here. If there isn't anything here, we can check the Beastiary later." Stiles barely glances up from a book to answer her. She pouts but continues searching.

"Hold on here is something!" Stiles' eyes light up and begins to read aloud. "The Nemeton was a old sacred place for Celtic rituals. They can be translated into sacred groves where rituals and sacrifices took place. Well that helps with all the sacrifice problems."

"But it doesn't say where any are? No specific locations?" Allison asks. When Stiles shakes his head, she reaches for the book to check once more. Her face falls when it doesn't say much more.

"We can keep looking, Allison. If anything, your dad is already out of the Nemeton. We all know how crazy smart and strong he is. If anyone can get Stiles' dad and Scott's mom out, it's him." Lydia soothes.

"I cant just leave him there without any help, Lydia. We need Scott. We need to get them back before they die." At Allison's words, Stiles flinches. Lydia reaches out to comfort him, then realizes what she was about to do and lets her hands fall back to her sides.

I don't like him,

Lydia tells herself. It's just Stiles. I can't like him. Even as she says it over and over again in her head, she knows it isn't true.

"Allison, I need you to focus. Stop putting yourself into this situation emotionally and stay into it physically and intellectually. We don't need you to set us back." Lydia's harsh words bring Allison back to normal self.

"Right, yes. Sorry." She smiles apologetically to Stiles who gives an obviously fake smile back.

It was going to be a long few hours in the library.

"Derek, let me up front. You don't have Alpha scent anymore." Peter pushes Derek behind him. Derek growls, his normal anger heightened in werewolf form.

"Don't start with me, Peter. It's your fault we are in this mess." He hisses.

"No, it's mine for getting hurt. Now if you two are done arguing, Scott is this way." Cora stands ten or so feet away from them, pointing in another direction.

Both men, distracted by fighting, lost sense of the real task. They look at each other, threatening each other with their different colored eyes before setting off behind Cora, the obvious leader at the moment.

Back at Derek's house, Isaac slouches on the couch eating two slices of pizza at once. I, after finishing two slices and trying to find a comfortable spot in the old chair, sit quietly, watching Isaac destroy the rest of the pizza.

"What?" He asks, the chewed up pizza in his mouth showing. I wince, looking away.

"Do you even know what a napkin is?" I ask, throwing a few at him.

"You have sat with me at lunch for years now, Blair, you should know by now that I don't." Swallowing, he grins over at me. I shake my head, wallowing in the fact that even after all these years I am still disgusted by open mouth chewers.

"And here I thought you didn't realize how much I hated that about you." My words, fierce and annoyed, seem to brush right off him.

"You love me too much to care about the little things like that."

"You have no idea what you just said and how wrong it is."

Isaac chuckles. "You know, Blair I've been wondering-"

He is cut off by the door opening and Derek, Cora and Peter walking in, obviously angry. As usual.

"It's hopeless. Obviously they packed their bags and moved to Alaska, because there are no wolf scents anywhere." Cora growls.

"Because everyone knows werewolves just love Alaska." Peter bites out.

"Did you guys get any help from Deaton?" Derek asks, but only after rolling his eyes at his relatives.

"Yes, and you'll be happy to hear we have a way to find the scent for the Alpha's." I grin over at Derek.

"Did the others get back yet?" Peter looks around the room.

"Does it sound like they did? Stiles wouldn't have not spoken yet and you all know it." I point out. Everyone shrugs at the same time, knowing I'm right.

"Is that pizza?" Derek frowns.

Isaac and I look at each other. "Maybe."

"Did you use my money?" Derek asks, shocked.

"Ha, psh, no." I try, clearly lying.

Derek opens his mouth to yell at us, so Isaac and I bolt out the door, laughing at

Derek's fury as we hop into the truck and drive away.