Alrighty guys so the last final of my life was today. With that being said, TNH updating schedule will now be every week as it has been in the past. Thank you for your patience and I'll see you guys next Sunday.

Chris and Gerard Argent were roaming through a network of tunnels when they come around black loot spread alongside the walls, "What is that?" Chris questioned as he shined his flashlight on a periocular shape.

"You might call it a fingerprint," Gerard told him as he led them further into the tunnels.

"This isn't going to look like anything we've seen before, is it?" His son questioned seeing more footprints-like shapes, running alongside the walls.

"Oh, there were a lot of descriptions of La Bête du Gévaudan." Gerard claimed, "Everything from a red-furred giant wolf to a cloven-hoofed panther the size of a horse." He shared. He stopped the lead, "But my grandfather gave me a description that was a bit stranger."

Hearing that his Great-Grandfather had a history with the Beast struck Chris' interest, "How strange?"

"He said the body was oil black." Gerard shared, "Solid but shapeless at the same time."

Chris looked around them staring at black markings and took out another gun, "Like a shadow pretending to be real." He whispered. He cocked his gun, "How do we stop it?"

"As far as legend goes, the only weapon that proved effective was a simple spear in the hands of a young woman."

"The Maid of Gevaudan."

Somehow the men split up. Chris could hear a scurrying, scuttling sound rustling somewhere in the tunnel and decided to investigate.

While Gerard came face to face with the Dread Doctors in a different tunnel. He whipped out one of the Hunters ultrasonic emitters and embedded it into the wall. The doctors seem unable to advance, "That's right. I know your frequency." Gerard boasted, "And I also know you're down here for a reason. I wonder what that could be."

Neither of the Doctors answered and he walked away leaving the Dread Doctors motionless.

Chris traced the scurrying sound to its source, a grate in the floor of the tunnel. He dropped a flare into the grate and the thousands of insects, the source of the noise, scatter from the flame revealing a pile of dead bodies.


Deputy Jordan Parrish watched as 23 bodies were wheeled into Beacon Hills Hospital morgue. The Sheriff, walking with a cane appeared by his side, "I know what you're thinking." He told his deputy.

"The dream's coming true." There was a sense of dread in his voice.

"It's not."

"Sheriff, there's 23 bodies." Jordan reminded him, "Twenty-three of them."

"Which means you're going to go back to the station and you're gonna go through every missing persons report for the past two weeks." The Sheriff told him, earning himself the look of uncertainty, "That's what we do. You got it, Parrish?"

He got a weak head nod as the deputy walked away, leaving the Sheriff worried. The sound of the elevator dinging caught his attention as Scott, Kira, and Stiles walked toward him. He couldn't help, but noticed the distance Stiles placed from Kira and Scott, "Who found them?" Scott questioned.

"Argent." He answered, "And he said the Doctors were down there. He also said you guys might know what this thing is."

"We've got a theory."

"It's a slightly terrifying theory." Stiles inputted.

"Well, the ME said that victims were killed somewhere else and then dumped in those tunnels."

"That would mean that the Dread Doctors are hiding the bodies." Stiles stated, "Why would they do that?"

"Maybe they're covering for it." Scott offered.

"Protecting it like a parent would." Stiles realized, remembering the conversation in the morgue.

"Protecting what?" Kira questioned clearly unnerved about the whole situation, "A werewolf? It's called the Beast."

"We better figure out what we're gonna call Parrish." The Sheriff sighed tiredly, "Because it looks like his dream is coming true."


In his mind, Landon finished making a shrieking sound but was tired from the effort he was making and punched the glass instead. This does nothing.

In the corner of the room, Meredith stood watching him, "I said use your hands." Meredith chastised him, "I didn't say punch the gate."

"Well, it's all a little new to me so, don't hold back on specificity," Landon told her.

"Your hands can guide your voice." Meredith instructed him, "They can help push it towards the target. Try again."

"How did you learn?"

"It doesn't matter." Meredith answered, "You have to find your own way."

"What if your way works for me too?"

"You're a Reaper, not a Banshee." Meredith told him, "Landon, find your way."

"But none of this is even real." Landon reminded her, "My body's lying in a room down the hall staring at the ceiling."

In retaliation, Meredith stared at him quietly, before releasing a powerful scream that forced Landon to the back of a cell, "Did that feel real?" She questioned him as she slid the door shut locking him inside, "What are you doing?" He questioned while Meredith stood on the outside of the room.

"You want out?" Meredith questioned him, "Break the glass."

Landon banged his hands against the door, "It's not just glass." He told her, "It's bullet-resistant polycarbonate."

Meredith gave him a no-nonsense expression, "So, make your voice a bullet." She challenged him, "Break the glass."

Landon looked at her dumbfounded, "You... You're kidding, right?"

"Look, I told you I'd help and I will."


"That's supposed to help me find Deaton?" Micah questioned at the needle that Theo had in his hand as they met in the locker room.

"No." Which earned Theo a look, "Something in the Dread Doctors' Operating Theater is going to do that. I can take you there, but I can't let you see where it is."

"Ever hear of a blindfold?"

Theo laughed lightly, "Not one that works on a werecoyote."

"What's in it?"

"Wolfsbane." Theo answered, "The same kind they used on Liam." Micah continued staring that the needle, "It won't last and there are no permanent side effects."

Micah narrowed his eyes at him, "Why should I trust you?"

"You shouldn't." Theo warned, "But you will. Because the Desert Wolf could be here and Scott's boss could already be dead." He theorized, "You want to give Scott the bad news? You want to tell him it's your fault Deaton's dead?" Theo questioned, playing at Micah's guilt, "Because you pretty much dared the Desert Wolf to come after you."

Micah sighed with annoyance and took a step closer to Theo, "You're gonna have to come closer than that." Theo told him. Micah took one more step, "Closer."

Micah was close enough to Theo and bared his neck at him. However, Micah noticed that there was a look of uncertainty in Theo's eyes, "Just do it." Micah told him. Theo then injected Micah with the wolfsbane.


"By order of the Sheriff, a county-wide curfew goes into effect tonight at sundown. All after-school activities are canceled until further notice." Over the school's PA system announced, "Students should go directly home at the end of the school day."

At her locker, Stiles noticed that several sheriff's deputies roam the hallway with shotguns. Hurriedly closing the locker, Stiles walked right beside one of them, "You don't think this is a bit much in terms of firepower for a high school?" Stiles questioned them.

"Your Dad's the one that issued us these things, and he wouldn't officially say why." The deputy answered, before stopping them, "Did he say anything unofficially?"

"No." Stiles lied, "But everyone's got a theory. What's yours?"

The deputy shook his head, "I shouldn't be talking to you." He replied, "Don't you have class?"

Stiles gave him a gentle nudge, "Come on, Strauss." Stiles pressed, "What's your theory?"

Strauss seemed too hesitant to answer at first, "Do you believe in the supernatural?" He finally questioned.

Stiles doesn't give him an answer but instead walked away.


Ken Yukimura took away his daughter's sword, "Dad, are you sure about this?" She questioned, "I mean, how am I supposed to help my friends if I can't fight?"

"You still know how to fight."

"But I'm better with a sword."

"Then, as a teacher and a lover of history, maybe I can inspire you with a quote."

Kira made a disgruntled noise, "Oh, God."

"Napoleon said, "There are only two forces in the world, the sword and the spirit. In the long run, the sword will always be conquered by the spirit.""

"I thought it was the spirit I was trying to conquer."

"Your spirit, Kira." He corrected her, "You're still stronger than the Fox. Remember that."

"But I'm useless without a weapon." Kira lamented, "I'm useless to my friends."

"You always have a weapon." He encouraged her, "The most powerful weapon of all."

Kira eyed her father carefully, "If you tap me on the forehead and say, "Your mind is your most powerful weapon," I'm going to scream."

This resulted in a laugh, "I wasn't going to tap you on the forehead." He assured her, "But... The sword is a gateway to the Fox. And the Fox is too dangerous." This seemed to darken Kira' mood, "Your mind is a weapon, Kira." He told her, "Trust yourself. You can outfox the Fox."

He then released a clasp on the sword's hilt and it broke into its component parts which fell to his desk.


Micah woke up in the Dread Doctor's Liar, strapped to an examination table, "What the hell's this?" He demanded at Theo as he tried to break free.

"Safety first." Theo claimed, "I said I'd help you find the Desert Wolf. I didn't say it was gonna be easy. The restraints are to keep you from hurting yourself." Micah gave him a low growl, "Or me." He then produced a pair of spiked goggles, "This is what the Dread Doctors used to keep track of the Chimeras. It seeks out and hones in on a certain frequency. They gave the Chimeras their own unique vibration."

"So how is that going to help me find Deaton?"

"It won't." Theo admitted, "It's going to help you find a werecoyote."

"My mother."

"Because supernatural creatures also have their own frequency."

"What, you're going to teach me physics?" Micah questioned impatiently, "Or are you going to put your little torture device on my head and get this thing started?"

"You have to concentrate on exactly who you want to find." Theo explained, "You have to make a connection to a memory of her."

"I don't remember a thing about her."

"Then think about something else." He suggested, "Think about the crash. Think about the gun firing at the car. Anything that brings you back." Theo for a moment actually looked conflicted, "This is gonna hurt."

"I don't care."

Theo placed the goggles over his eyes and flipped a switch. The spikes shot out and embed themselves in the soft tissue just below Micah's eyes. He screamed as blood streamed down his face, "Don't close your eyes." Theo urged him, "Keep them open."

"It hurts." Micah cried out, just as he started to see Deaton and the Desert Wolf at a military base called Fort Jewett.

"The full moon, I'm telling you..." Deaton tries to tell the Desert Wolf, "It has to be the full moon."

"I know where she is." Micah voiced, prompting Theo to remove the goggles and help Micah sit-up, "She's here in Beacon Hills."


Micah snuck up on Liam in the boy's locker room, "I need you to tell Scott something for me."

Liam was confused at Micah's strange behavior, "Yeah, uh, why me?"

"Because I can't right now." Micah told him getting frustrated, "You gonna do it or not?"

"Uh, he's not really talking to me." Liam confessed, "You should get someone else." Liam told him, "Literally anyone else."

School bell rang and Micah could hear other students ready to come in, "Just tell him he was right about the tunnels." Micah pressed at him, "Just tell him that, okay?"

"What do you mean?"

"When we were down there looking for you and Hayden, we didn't know it yet, but we were a lot closer than we thought." Micah shared, "There's an Operating Theater down there. Down in the tunnels."

"How do you know?"

"Mostly by scent." Micah admitted, remembering the smells he had encountered, "Just tell him, okay? Tell Scott, he was right."


Micah was looking over the photos while sensing someone's aggression, "What's the problem?" Micah questioned at the person standing across from him.

"Besides the fact, I've never seen this place beyond a few aerial photos and we're going in blind?" Derek challenged at him, indicating picture of the army base that Micah had seen Deaton in, "Him." Derek answered, pointing a shotgun he was armed with towards Theo, who was standing a good distance away from them.

"Would you mind not pointing that thing at me?" Theo questioned, slightly nerved by the older werewolf.

"He's coming with us," Micah argued against him.

"He tried to kill Scott." Derek recapped, "And was stalling when the Sheriff was dying in the hospital."

Theo lifted his finger, "Correction, I did kill Scott." Theo corrected him, "And I wouldn't have let the Sheriff died."

Derek released a low growl, "I know exactly what you were trying to do." Derek seethed at him, "That alone is a reason enough for me to maim you."

"Won't happen with a shotgun." Theo boasted.

"Who said I was using a shotgun," Derek challenged.

"Stop." Micah said, interrupting the glaring match between the two, "Both of you."

"I did what I had to do to survive." Theo said, defending himself, "The Dread Doctors wanted everybody dead." Theo said, "I convinced them that it could just be Scott."

Derek glared at Theo, before focusing his attention on Micah, "You could still tell Scott."

"When we have Deaton back," Micah answered strongly.

"He's not going to blame you for the Desert Wolf taking him."

"But he might stop me from killing her." Micah counter argued, he looked at Theo, "Theo won't."

Theo seemed pleased at the recognition, "Actually, I'm planning to help."

Derek doesn't hide the disdain on his face, "Don't be so confident." He warned the two, "She's known to carry pretty heavy firepower."

"But, what does a werecoyote need with guns?"

"There's a story." Derek shared, "Braeden didn't know all the details, but something happened a long time ago. Somehow, she lost part of her power." He shared, "She's not as fast or as strong as she used to be. But she can still pull a trigger, and she's a perfect shot."

"The sun's going down." Theo noticed, looking out the window, "We need to go."

Derek still gave a look of protest that Micah wasn't heeding, "Are you coming or not?" Micah questioned him.


Liam wandered around the tunnels lost. He received a text from Hayden asking if he was free for tonight, but he doesn't respond, "You lost?" A voice questioned, causing Liam to jump slightly. He turned to where the voice came from and sees Scott behind him.

"Completely." Liam confessed, "How did you know I was down here?"

"I followed you."

"Why are you following me?"

"Why are you down here?"

"I'm just trying to figure out if this is where they took us." Liam shared, "Hayden and me. Micah said he was down here too." Liam shared, "That the scent was the same. He said you were right."

Liam was about to make another turn when Scott stopped him, "Uh, there's a turn you keep passing." Scott offered, "It's easy to miss."

"How many times did you watch me pass it?"

"Five." Scott answered with a guilty smile, "Come on. Let's see if we can find it together."


At Fort Jewett, Derek noticed something rather odd, "No guards. No lights." He observed, "This place looks completely abandoned."

"That should be easier for us, right?" Micah questioned.

"Not necessarily." Derek answered more alert than usual, "Especially if she knows we're coming."

"You're sure this is the place you saw?" Theo questioned.

"Not unless there's another Fort Jewett."

"Maybe she left." He offered, "Maybe Deaton's already gone."

"I'm not walking away on a maybe."

"And I'm not walking in on so much uncertainty." Derek reacted towards the claim. "Braeden said that she's been after her for years. Why do you think it's been years?" Micah doesn't have an answer, "Because she knows what she's doing." Derek answered, "She took Deaton for a reason. We don't know what it is." He told him, "We don't know if she's back in Beacon Hills because she's missed you all this time and can't wait for a mother-son reunion or if she's planning to put a bullet in your head." Derek lectured him, "We don't know anything."

This doesn't deter Micah at all, "We know one thing." Micah voiced with absolute certainty, "We know where she is." Micah eyed one building up ahead, "I'm going in." He decided, "I have to."


Still trapped in the cell, Landon was on his knees exhausted, "Meredith, please." He begged, "Tell me how you did it."

"You have to find your own way," Meredith told him.

"Why can't you tell me yours?" Landon huffed tiredly.

"Because, my way got people hurt." Meredith explained to him, "Some days it was quiet for me. Other days, all I could hear was screaming." She related, "People dying."

"What people?"

"Everyone. Everywhere." She recalled, "I was at Chemistry class when it happened. I had my hands over my ears. The teacher was trying to figure out what was wrong. I took my hands and I started hitting the desk until I couldn't take it anymore and I just screamed."

Landon got up from the floor with interest, "What happened?"

"All of the windows shattered. I saw kids with glass in their arms, in their faces. Some of them had blood coming out of their ears. They said it was an explosion... Caused by chemicals. But everyone knew it was me." She finished, "Find a better way, Landon." She repeated once more, "My voice is like a bomb going off. Yours needs to be a bullet."

The sound of gun cocking caught Landon's attention, "Did you hear that?" He questioned. He turned to where he heard the sound and the back of the cell disappeared. Instead, he sees a cave and Micah cowering in fear, "Micah?" He called out to the werecoyote, but it doesn't like Micah could hear him, "Micah! Is this real?" He asked in a panic, "Or is this in my head as well?"

"I think you know what our premonitions feel like," Meredith answered him.

Micah made a whimpering sound as Landon stood horrified, "He's going to die."


Stiles was visiting Landon, who was still stuck in a catatonic state in the real world, "Your teachers, uh, gave us some of the stuff you guys have been working on." Stiles told him, "They wanted us to hold on to it for you." Landon doesn't respond, "I saw something about the, uh, Riemann Hypothesis. Um, things like, nontrivial zeros, zeta functions and a lot of other stuff that goes totally over my head." Stiles chuckled softly, "Maybe you can wake up and explain it?" Landon still doesn't respond and Stiles took a hold of his hand, "Oh, come on, Landon." Stiles stuttered out, "You have to come back to us. There's no way we're getting through this without you." Stiles pleaded, "Landon, you have to wake up."

The visit was interrupted when Natalie stepped into the room, "I think that's enough." She told Stiles.

Remembering the last encounter with Natalie, Stiles agreed to the subtle demand. While getting up, Stiles noticed something different about Landon, "Wait a second, what is this?" Stiles asked, noticing a shaved patch on Landon's head, "What are they doing?"

"All right, you need to go." Natalie declared.

"They shaved his head." Stiles realized, pointing at the patch, "Look at it." However, Stiles could see that Natalie wasn't shocked about the reveal, "Did you... Did you know about this?" Stiles questioned, "What are they gonna do? Drill a hole into his head?" Stiles questioned the woman.

"Are you crazy?" Natalie asked in a very offended tone, "It's for E-C-T. Electroconvulsive therapy." She explained, "They shave small portions of the scalp. It's done under general anesthesia and it's perfectly safe." However, she could see that Stiles believed nothing that has been said, "Look at him, Stiles." Natalie begged, "He's my son. You don't think I'm trying everything I can to bring him out of this?"

"That's not E-C-T," Stiles told her.

Nurse Cross then came into the room seeing what the fuss was about, "Is everything all right in here?"

"It's fine." Natalie eyed Stiles in a challenging manner, "Our guest is just leaving." However, Stiles doesn't move a muscle, Natalie took a step closer, "Stiles, go." She whispered in a strained tone, "Or you're not coming back."

Wordlessly, Stiles left the room as Cross stated, "All right, Landon, time for your shower."

Exiting the Eichen House ward, Stiles bumped into an orderly, "Sorry." She mumbled.

When out of the intuition, Stiles pulled out an access card, which used to open the various locked gates within the hospital.


"Do you feel that?" Scott questioned as he felt something shifting in the tunnels, "Like something's vibrating." He touched the wall, trying to find the source, "I can't tell where it's coming from."

Liam followed suit, but instead touched the ground, "It's coming from everywhere." He noted. A silence fell over them while Liam noticed that Scott wasn't able to look him in the eye, "I was just trying to do something right."

"You do a lot right."

"Yeah, but I did one thing really wrong," Liam confessed with guilt.

"Hayden's alive." Scott reminded him, "Everything before that doesn't matter."

"It should." Liam digressed, "I feel like I had to do more than just say sorry."

Scott finally looked at him, "Actually, you still haven't done that." Scott pointed out to him.

Liam took that into consideration, "Back at my old school... At Devenford, I got into a fight with this kid." Liam shared, "I knocked two of his teeth out. They made me write a letter of apology. We both knew it meant nothing. We both knew that sooner or later, we're gonna get into another fight." He looked at Scott, "I can't just say I'm sorry. I feel like I have to do something. Like maybe, somehow I have to save your life."

"Don't worry." Scott assured, "I'm pretty sure you'll get a chance."

Liam scoffed at their current environment, "Well, not down here. We've been walking around for hours and all we've been able to find is some stupid snake sculpture on the wall." He answered pointing at sculpture, "You think it's important?"

Scott turned the snake and the vibrations winded down. A door appeared in the wall of the tunnel. On the side stood Chris Argent pointing a gun at them.