There was a smell that Scott instantly recognized, "You didn't." He stated in disbelief towards Chris.
"I had to."
"Hello, Scott." Gerard greeted, making an appearance. Scott's eyes automatically glowed red, "I haven't seen that color on you." He mused, "It suits you."
Liam was confused at the entire exchange, "Who's the old guy?"
"That's Gerard." Scott told him, "Chris Argent's father. A little while back, he tried to kill us all. So, we gave him the bite and poisoned him with mountain ash."
The older Argent chuckled at the explanation, "Uh, at that moment, they could call me a necessary evil." He shared, "But you can call me Gerard."
"What were you thinking?" Scott questioned at Chris.
"That we need him."
"He's right." Gerard answered as Scott threw him a look of distrust, "If you want to catch a werewolf like the Beast of Gevaudan, you're going to need more than one Argent."
"Allison would've been much better choice."
Chris gave him an acknowledging head tilt, "Not with a broken leg." Scott raised an eyebrow at him, "Besides, he knows all the stories. All the folklore. Everything written and everything passed down."
Scott eyed at the older Argent carefully, before focusing on Chris, "You sure about this?"
"Take a look." Chris instructed as he led Scott and Liam to the fresco of the Beast fighting the Hellhound, "The one on the right is the Beast of Gevaudan." He explained, "Do you know what the other one is?"
Gerard answered, "The Hellhound. The guardian of supernatural places." He explained to them, "They're both creatures of the night. But you may know them as ordinary people during the day. And most likely neither of them know what they are."
An instant connection was made, "What is it?" Chris questioned.
"Stiles and I found a message in Latin..." Scott shared hesitantly, "Damnatio Memoriae."
"They want it to remember itself." Gerard realized.
"That might give us time," Chris told his father.
"Time for what?" Liam questioned.
"To prevent this." Chris tore away more of the tile to reveal the bottom of the fresco. It showed a pile of bodies.
"Who are they?"
"Us." Scott realized, looking of the fresco, seeing some familiar faces in the artwork, "It's all of us."
Inside Fort Jewett, Micah, Derek, Theo creep around one building. Micah halted as he felt something off, "There's something wrong." Micah whispered.
As they turned the corner of the building, they found alone Deaton duct tape to a chair, "What the hell is going on here?" Derek questioned aloud.
Theo chose that moment to stab Derek with a needle, filled with Kanima venom, paralyzing him and grabbed hold of the shotgun.
Micah doesn't stand a chance as Theo shot him in the stomach, "It was me, wasn't it?" Theo guessed as Micah held onto his wound, "You picked up a Chemosignal." He explained, "Probably regret." Theo shared, "Because I didn't really want to do this."
From the shadows, the Desert Wolf revealed herself from the shadows, "But I didn't have a choice." He tossed her the shotgun and return she tossed him a jar with some glowing blue Garuda claws inside, "You should've listened to Derek."
"I was part of an E-O-D team in Afghanistan." Jordan explained, "Explosive Ordinance Disposal. We handled I-E-D's."
"And what about before that?" Chris questioned.
"High school." Chris showed a picture of the hellhound, "What's that supposed to be?" He questioned with surprise, "Werewolf?"
Gerard eyed him carefully, "No." He answered, "It's called a Hellhound."
"What else do you remember from Afghanistan?" Chris pressed at the deputy.
In Afghanistan, Jordan is wearing his uniform attempting to disarm an IED as his fellow soldiers run away. He cuts a wire and the device explodes instantly. As the cloud of smoke disappears, Jordan is seen mostly unharmed with most of his uniform burned off.
"You said you came to Beacon Hills because you felt drawn here." Gerard reminded him, "You hid the bodies of the Chimeras. You've got a resistance to fire." Gerard lit up a blowtorch as Chris suddenly started to hold Jordan down.
"No, wait!" Jordan cried out as Gerard stepped closer to him.
"We were wondering just how flame retardant are you, Deputy?" Gerard questioned him.
Gerard placed the blue flame close to his face and Jordan's eye flashed orange, as he roared breaking free from Chris' hold. Gerard doesn't seem too threaten as he pointed to a mirror. Jordan followed the finger and could see a set of double fangs in the reflection and somehow reverted to his regular form.
"Hellhound," Gerard stated rather proudly.
"And what if you were wrong?" Jordan snapped at him, "Would you have burned my eye out?"
"Yeah."
Jordan looked at the older Argent in disbelief, "This guy's your father?" He questioned Chris.
"Wasn't my choice." Chris reminded him.
Now angry, Cross made his way toward Landon in a huff, "I'm not buying the catatonic act. So, don't think that I'm going to drop my guard." Cross tested towards him, "I know you can hear me. Look at me when I'm talking to you." The nurse demanded this time, but Landon continued to remain immobile and stared straight ahead, not giving Cross any kind of attention, "I said look at me! Landon." This time Cross grabbed Landon by the face harshly forcing him to look. Only Landon's eyes never focus and when Cross does let go, Landon resumed his prior stance and stares.
In his mind, Landon was still in the cell, but this time the lights around him flickering. So much that Landon began pacing. From the outside of the cell, Meredith remained in place, "Don't get lost, Landon." She urged him, "You can help them, but you have to get out of here first."
"He's in trouble." Landon stated, "I think it's happening now." Landon could hear Micah's scream.
"You know, your real name isn't Micah..." He could hear the woman say through an echo.
Landon lets out a horrified gasp, "Oh, God." He realized, knowing now who the woman was, "He found her."
"You don't have a name." The Desert Wolf sneered nastily as she had Micah by the throat, "Talia Hale took you away from me before I could give you one." She punched Micah in the face and threw the gun to the side, "What you do have is power. Strength, speed, and the capacity to heal. You know where you got it from, Micah?" She taunted at him, "You know who you stole it from?" She placed her foot on Micah's wound and grounded her boot heel into it, "Me." She pressed harder and Micah screamed in pain, "Tell me when it hurts." The Desert Wolf demanded, "Tell me when it really hurts."
Seeing that the Desert Wolf ready to kill Micah, Deaton came to the recuse, "Corinne!" He called to her, "You can't get it back like this." He reminded her, "It has to be a full moon." The Desert Wolf lets up her boot slightly, "You kill him now and you get nothing."
In his mind, Landon could still witness what Micah was going through, "You can help him!" Meredith yelled at him, while Landon struggled to use his power, "Landon, help him!"
In the real world, "Sorry about that, Landon." Schrader apologized as he began filling up his syringe with medication, "He doesn't have the gentlest bedside manner." Schrader explained from Cross' previous attitude, "But I can be gentle. I promise to be gentle." As he began to set the needle into Landon's arm, Schrader made the "mistake" of missing Landon's vein, "Are you all right, Landon?" He asked in a condescending tone, "Oh. Sorry about that. I... Couldn't find a vein." Landon continued to be unresponsive as Schrader continued to purposely stick him in the arm, all the while a tiny bit of blood flows back into the syringe, "I'll... I'll just have to find a bigger vein."
This time Schrader doesn't aim for the arm like he had been doing. Instead, he moved closer to Landon's neck…
In Landon's mind, Meredith continued screaming, "Break the glass!" She ordered him, "Break the glass!"
Landon took a deep breath and pushed forward with his hands…
In the real world, Schrader was startled as Landon suddenly snapped upright releasing a piercing scream that causes the lights in the room to explode and for Schrader to duck for cover.
The Desert Wolf was going for the death blow but Landon's scream seemed to reach Fort Jewett too. The light over Deaton's head exploded in a shower of sparks and the Desert Wolf jumped back. With his mother distracted, Micah kicked her viciously and was able to make it to his feet and the two Werecoyotes face off with eyes flashing and fangs bared.
Micah moved first to go in for a punch, but the Desert Wolf managed to take a hold of the fist and directed it away from her face. But seemed Micah was expecting as he does the same with his other fist, but just as before his mother managed to dodge that as well.
He then goes for a roundhouse kick, that doesn't approve either like his other moves as she was able to duck from the blow. Still, on the offense, Micah raised his arm ready to claw down at her only for her to grab his arm and twist the two of them around, throwing Micah right into a wall.
Almost as he hasn't been stuck in a daze, Landon moved quickly up and out of his cell. Just as he was about to head out the gate an orderly appeared blocking his exit. Landon quickly turned away from the gate and heads in the opposite direction, only to face the same problem. Looking back between the orderlies, Landon knew he was surrounded. Landon watched as the orderly in front of him uses his card to open the gate and from behind him, he could hear the other doing the same.
Quickly, Landon took on the one in front of him, as he ran towards the guard, he effortlessly kicked him in the stomach, causing the guard to bend over in pain. Not even, giving the man a chance to recover, Landon used one leg to kick down on his neck, but the man easily grabbed hold of it.
In reflex, Landon used his other leg as leverage and wrapped his leg around the guard's neck and flipped them over, where Landon slammed the guard right onto the ground, knocking him unconscious.
Landon easily recovered, in a crouching position as he could see the other one running towards him.
Micah dodged a kick that was aimed at his abdomen from his mother, "I killed them because of you." He raved at her, "I killed my family."
The Desert Wolf doesn't show any remorse, "Your adopted family."
Micah roared with anger as he went for another strike for his mother. She halted the blow, taking his aiming forearm and sent a punch into his chest. But she doesn't let him go and repeated the same move over and over.
Not running away, Landon stood with his hands clench, as waves of power emanated from his hands as he lets out a piercing scream, sending the orderly flying down the hall with several more of the overhead light fixtures explode.
Landon hurried his way outside as lights from the outside began to turn on. This time it's raining and Landon was quickly surrounded security guards come at him from all sides. With the mix of his fighting skills and his new scream powers, Landon manages to best them all.
Seeing his chance, Landon headed for the steps leading down to the street but was stopped by a shadowy figure walking slowly up the stairs.
The Desert Wolf continued having the upper hand in the fight, "I'm your family, sweetheart." She taunted him as she punched him in the face, letting him go as Micah staggered back, "But if it makes you feel any better, I didn't care about them." She told him, "I was just trying to kill you."
She goes to attack Micah some more when the fight gets interrupted as something punched through the wall behind Deaton. Micah and his mother halted their fight as parts of the wall became a hold, revealing La Bête du Gévaudan poking its head through the newly made hole-in-the-wall.
"Sorry, Landon. But your treatment's not done." The figure told him, stepping into the light. In the light, Landon could see the face of his former lover, Aiden, "Not yet."
As soon as he has finished speaking, recovered security guards began shocking Landon with taser-prods causing him to fall on his knees.
"Please, I have to tell them!" Landon finally spoke for the first time, "They're going to die." Landon revealed clearly distraught. Aiden doesn't reply as a crack of thunder and lightning fill the air, "My friends." Landon voiced aloud looking up to the sky helplessly, "They're all going to die."
The Beast continued clawing his way through the concrete block wall. Micah has a choice, continue his fight with his mother, who seemed just as scared as he was, or save Deaton, "Micah." Deaton cried out to him as the Beast took a hold of the back of the chair, moving it closer to the wall.
Micah moved quickly as the Beast picked up Deaton chair. Just when it seemed that Deaton was doomed, Micah quickly cuts the duct tape securing him and he was free, "Come on!"
Micah hurried to Derek's side, supporting him as they escaped.
In the abandoned warehouse the Beast roars loud enough to be heard throughout the deserted base.
Theo returned to the Dread Doctors secret operation location to find his pack, Tracy (holding onto her side), Josh (with a bloodied scratch on his face), and Corey (with his head down) wounded. Theo was not impressed. Not by a long shot.
"All this to take down one blind werewolf." He chastised at them.
"Recently re-blinded." Deucalion corrected him. He was hooked-up to a wolfsbane drip that kept him under control, "Unfortunately, the healing of my eyes by a Dark Druid proved only temporary." He explained, "A parting gift from my time with Scott McCall."
"Friend of yours?" Deucalion questioned, indicating Tracy's location.
"We're working through some issues," Theo admitted.
"He knows why he's here." Tracy eyed at Deucalion, "He knows about the Beast."
Deucalion made a noise of interest, "Hmm. La Bête du Gévaudan." He spoke, "History's most vicious, most famous werewolf." He faced towards Theo with a head tilt of interest, "And you think I'm going to show you how to steal its power."
"I think you're open to negotiation." Theo believed, "All you have to do is tell me what you want."
"I want the spark." Deucalion voiced. Theo's cocky expression turned sour, "The human mated to a werewolf." He explained, "I want Stiles Stilinski."
Scott and Stiles arrived at Beacon Hills Animal Clinic and found Derek, Micah, and Deaton. With an expression of relief on his face, Scott walked over to Deaton and gave him a hug.
Stiles looked away from the reunion ready to walk out when the staring of the Hale cousins prompted her to stop. Out of the two, unsurprisingly Micah appeared to be the most uncomfortable with the situation.
She gave him a broken smile and without a word, Stiles walked over to the nervous werecoyote and placed both arms around his waist. It only took a second, before Micah returned the gesture.
Looking over Micah's shoulder, Stiles and Derek silently watch each other.
At the McCall house, Kira, Scott, Micah, and Liam have collected, blueprints and pictures of Eichen House. They also had a security log book and the key card Stiles stolen earlier.
"Now we get Landon," Scott told them.
Derek and Stiles walked together inside the loft and Stiles could see that mess she had left behind had been cleaned up, "I'm sure a trashed loft wasn't what you were expecting if you ever decided to come for a visit." She commented as she stopped near a column, touching a dent.
"Really wasn't the visit I had in mind," Derek said facing the loft window, as he stood near the metal table that now seemed to have a permanent home in the middle of the loft.
Stiles continued to stand near the column, unsure of what to do with the silence that was making a home in between them, "I got your letter." Stiles spoke softly, "And I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kicked you out earlier. I…"
"You don't need to apologize," Derek interrupted gently, turning to face Stiles. "I should be the one doing so."
This caught Stiles by surprise, "Why?"
"Because I knew what really happened that night," He confessed. "I knew the entire time, but I didn't want to force you to share what happened with me. I didn't want to force you to do something that you didn't want to do again."
"Again?"
"During our time, apart I got to thinking how about we started." He shared, "More importantly, how we first established our bond."
Stiles stares at him for a good second before busting out into laughter, "You're funny." She tells him, trying to control herself. "Like first Scott's super weirdness and now you…" The laughing turns hysterical, "You're telling me we're soul-bonded."
"We are." Derek told her, clearly not amused at the reaction, "How else do you explain what you're feeling towards me."
"A result of a sleepless night?" Derek clenched his jaw, "Oh, God you're…you're serious. Please don't say like wedding rings."
"No." Derek gives a concerned expression as Stiles ability to bounce from one subject to the next.
"It can be anything." Derek explains as he pulls out an arrowhead necklace from his pocket and places it in her hand. "Wear this and keep it on. It's the only thing that allows us to communicate with each other. We can hear each other's thoughts and feel each other's emotions. If you take it off the link will be broken."
Stiles shakes her head pushing the chair away from him, "Uh, no thanks."
Derek grabs onto the both armrests, preventing her from moving farther away, "Look, we can do this the easy way or hard way."
"You only did that because Scott was an inexperienced werewolf and you were worried he'd hurt me."
Derek shook his head, "No I didn't." He took a step towards Stiles, who took a step back, "I used our bond so that the alpha would come after me, so I could revenge for what happened with Laura."
Stiles eyed him with suspicion, "Why are you telling me this?"
"Because it was the one time I forced you to do something and it backfired horribly with the result of you getting hurt."
"Gerard."
"You want to have some time apart then that's fine, I get it." Derek confessed, "I just wanted to do this right. You didn't force me to tell you about what I had to do and I didn't want to do the same to you."
Stiles stared at him quietly giving him a stoned expression, while the only thing Derek could do was stand there and take it.
"You were an ass when we first met." She finally spoke, "I did do research about soul-bonding over the summer after you broke with me. How a mated pair add more power to a pack." Stiles revealed, "And I was pissed, but not at you for using the bond, but at myself thinking that you actually gave a damn about me."
"You know he misses you," Peter says as he and Stiles are sitting on a blanket, watching the werewolf training that is happening in an open field.
"He can go kick rocks for all I care," Stiles replies automatically.
"Now, don't act like you don't miss him too." Peter whispers knowingly, "I can practically smell your true feelings the moment you talked to him."
Stiles narrows her eyes at him, "And so can you." She snaps glowering right at him.
"Stiles," Peter speaks with a feigned sense of hurt, placing a hand over his heart. "You wound me."
"Says the guy who clawed my face and smashed it against a car."
"Not my finest moment."
Stiles scoffs at the statement, "Didn't know you could have those."
"There's a lot of things you don't know about me," Peter claims eyes glowing blue, suddenly leaning into her personal space. It's right when Peter's in her face does Stiles feel something gripping her leg.
She looks down to see that Peter had one of his hands now turned to claws on her leg ready to scratch the surface. Even though through is slight panic washing over her body, Stiles remains poker-faced and unmoving, "Did you always have a bad habit of putting your hands on underage teenagers?"
"Only to ones who taunt me after trapping me in a freezer."
"Happens when someone tries to force my best friend into killing me." Stiles counterclaims, coldly staring at Peter, "Next time I'll try to remember to put you in the furnace."
"I believe it was your plan to light me on fire with that cocktail."
"And I'd gladly plan to do it again too."
This earns her a low growl from Peter, who has tightened his grip, "Don't think I won't tear you apart right here, right now." He threatens.
"Are recycled threats a side of effect of being a total psychopath?"
"How about you remove your claws from her leg before I slash your throat again." A low growl surrounds them. Peter and Stiles look away from each other only to see an angry Derek with his eyes glowing red, looking at Peter's hand, "Now."
Peter gives a small smirk, before releasing Stiles' leg and removes himself off the blanket and made his way to the field where Isaac and Scott are now ganging up on Jackson.
Stiles releases a breath she didn't realize she was holding and falls backward onto the blanket eyes closed, "Thanks, for a second there I was sure I'd have to punch him in the face."
Derek watches her silently as he focuses on her heartbeat settling back now, "You shouldn't be provoking him." Derek tells her watching Peter observing the others in the training.
"He started it."
"Not from what I could hear."
"Not sure which bothers me more," Stiles states, opening her eyes glancing at him, "That fact that you were listening in on my conversation or that fact you're siding with Uncle McCreep over there."
"I didn't come over here to start a fight with you," Derek tells her, looking away from wolf pile that somehow had developed on the field, and placing himself on the blanket, "I came over here because Peter was scaring you."
"He didn't scare me." Stiles lies easily, "He just creeped me out."
"So, that feeling I felt was what?"
"None of your business," Stiles told him sharply, locking him in the eyes.
"Stiles-"
"You breaking up with me has caused you to lose any obligations you had towards me," She whispered at him, "So anything I say, feel, or smell is none of your concern…not anymore."
"It is my concern. You're my mate."
"No, I'm just the human who you had the unfortunate luck of being soul-bonded to," Stiles tells him before getting and calling out for Scott.
She took a step closer, "But then that night when Jennifer took Melissa…"
"I'm sorry," Derek tells her as he and Stiles remain in the elevator.
"What?"
"Stiles, I'm really sorry."
"I know that already." She tells him softly, "If you are really sorry, then go find a way to help your sister."
"Stiles-"
"What-" Stiles finds her mouth being sealed with Derek's. The sensation of their lips combining is overwhelming as Stiles can feel her arms wrap around him automatically just as his arms wrapped around her waist. They break away, both seemingly out of breath. "Whoa." Was the only thing Stiles can say.
"You're mine." Derek tells her with his hands on her shoulders, "Do you understand?"
Stiles nods her head, "I'm yours."
"Good." He tells her before kissing the top of her head and leaving her behind.
But Stiles hears something else that Derek doesn't say as he makes his exit. I'm sorry for using and forcing our bond on you.
"You're mine too." She whispers.
"I don't think you realized you said it," Stiles concluded, "But you have spent every moment we have together trying to make up for what you did." Stiles told him, taking one more final step, standing fully in front of him, "So answer me this. So even though I blocked you out, even though you literally said that you didn't want to force me to tell you what happened, you still tried contacting me. Why?"
"I didn't want to feel like you were alone," He answered, "I know it may have seemed like you were alone, and I didn't want to tell you how to feel or what to do, but I wanted you to know that if you wanted, I'm here for you. I've always been here for you."
Stiles sits in the waiting room. There are other people in the waiting room, but they were dealing with their own issues. But unlike Stiles, each person appears to have someone with them as a source of comfort.
Stiles removes the sunglasses revealing eyes that continue to give off a purple hue. If anyone had been paying attention they would've noticed the odd color, but no one did.
Stiles cries.
Hiding a darkened corner, stands Derek watching Stiles as his own eyes give off their blue glow.
"You were there?" Stiles questioned in a choked voice.
"I stayed with him while you and Scott tried to figure out what was wrong." Derek revealed, "Before you ask, no he didn't know I was there."
Stiles simply stared at him as a silence threatened to overcome them, but Derek could feel a warm sensation envelope his body as Stiles reopened their connection and he couldn't help but be surprised, "You sure?"
"About a week ago, I told Scott if he wanted his pack back together that he shouldn't leave out those who want to help," She answered. "If I'm going to regain what I've lost, I need to start taking my own advice."
NEXT TIME ON TNH: La Bête du Gévaudan (Dec 18th)
"If you're planning to break Landon out of Eichen House," Theo called to them, causing Scott to stop him and Stiles from going any farther, "You still need to get past the Mountain Ash."
"I can make it through," Stiles answered in retaliation.
Theo doesn't pay Stiles any attention, but rather set his sights on Scott, "Scott can't."
Now it was Scott's turn to be suspicious of Theo, "What do you really want?" Scott questioned him.
"I know you saw the fresco." Theo referred from the Dread Doctor's lair, "Two seriously pissed off creatures, the Hellhound and the Beast, fighting over a pile of dead bodies." He reminded him, "I don't want to be one of the bodies, it's that simple." He shared, "I can get you to Landon." He boldly walked in between them, "Or we can see who gets to him first." He stared at Stiles.
Stiles stared at the building obviously nerved about the whole thing, "Not getting second thoughts, are you?" He questioned, taking a stand by Stiles.
"I was actually thinking how much I hate this place," Stiles told him, eyeing the building. "Last time I was here, before all this happened, I almost died." She crossed her arms, "I can't believe this place is a medical establishment."
