As promised here's the apologetic update. Since this season is winding down. I'm getting ready to prepare for another time explanation story. Meaning another Time In Between that happened throughout season 5 and the time skip just before the premiere of season 6. Idk when, I'll actually start working on season 6 considering how part A is still airing, but its still happening.

Anyways, let me know what you would like to see during the season 5 and pre season 6 time skips.

"It happens every night. I don't know when and I don't know what triggers it, but at some point every night, I leave."

In Jordan's home, Chris Argent sat in a shadowed corner. He was armed with his gun, but he kept a close eye on the sleeping deputy on the couch.

"When I come back, I find burned clothes and blood. If I didn't know certain things, I'd call it sleepwalking. But I'm not just wandering out the door. I'm heading out with purpose."

It's not until later does Jordan suddenly sat up from his spot on the couch. Only Chris could tell immediately that Jordan was no longer himself. The deputy doesn't even acknowledge his presence despite, seemingly making eye contact with the Hunter.

"I'm searching for something. That's why I need you to follow me. I need to know where I'm going and what I'm doing."

Jordan got up from the couch and puts on a jacket. Chris remained unmoved.

"If people are getting hurt because of me... If I'm adding to the body count...I have to know. When I wake up at night, when it takes over, I want you to follow me. And if you have to...I want you to stop me."

Following Jordan out the door, Chris sent a text to Scott.


'Let me in, Stiles.' A hushed voice whispered, 'Let me in.'

Stiles' eyes opened immediately at the sound of the phantom voice; the familiar voice of the Nogitsune echoing faintly. By her side, Derek remained unaware of the rude awakening. Which was fine, she didn't need a repeat of the recovery process.

She quietly moved out of the bed and headed up the spiral staircase that leads to the kitchen. She automatically grabs a cup and filled it with water. She took a sip.

'You will always find me in the past, I can be created in the present, but the future can never taint me.' The voice spoke again, 'What am I?'

She tried to ignore the riddle in question.

'What am I?' The voice repeated, this time louder causing a pounding sensation in her head.

She winced at the pain, "History." She whispered, her breathing picking up slightly. She started to count her fingers, all accounted for.

'What belongs to you, but is used more by others?'

"Your name." The answer came before Stiles could stop herself. That's how it got to her in the beginning with the stupid riddles.

"Are you going to let me in?" Stiles froze at the question. The voice wasn't inside her head as it used to be. No, it was almost as if it were standing right behind her. She doesn't answer the question. She instead grabbed a knife that had been conveniently left in the sink and started slashing the air.

Derek stepped to the side just as Stiles did a full-body turn with the knife in hand. He could see that her eyes were unfocused, giving off their glow, while she stared at him.

"It's okay, Stiles." He spoke, reaching out slowly aiming for the hand that held the knife. "You're fine." When he does have a handle on the knife, Stiles' grip on the knife loosened and Derek took hold of it, "Let's get you back to bed, okay?"

It took a moment before Stiles' eyes revert to their focus, "It wasn't in my head." She whispered softly, "It was right behind me." Derek tossed the knife into the sink and immediately wrapped her in his arms, "I felt standing right behind me…"

"We knew this would happen, the moment you used your power in Eichen." He reminded her, "Deaton said it would be temporary."

Derek guided them back down to the bed. The sound of Stiles' phone vibrating on the nightstand could be heard, "Hello?"

"Parrish is on the move." Scott's voice answered from the other end, "You up for a game of 'Follow the Leader'?"

"Sure." Stiles answered automatically, "Give me a couple minutes." She told him, before hanging up.

Stiles could sense a pair of worrying eyes on her, "Aren't you supposed to be meeting with Micah soon anyway?"

"He'll understand."

"You're not canceling a stakeout to protect your cousin when his mother trying to kill him." Stiles told him, seeing an unasked question lingering on his face, "If it turns out to be a real thing, then it better be ready for a fight." She answered, putting on her hoodie. "Because it's not going to get me so easily."


Chris Argent continued following Jordan as he led him to an empty BHHS school parking lot. He's already on alert as he began walking around campus, armed with his weapon. There were no unusual sounds, but he could smell something being burned.

He walked up some stairs that led to one of the school's corridor. When he reached the top, a BHHS flyer fell, showing signs of being torn and torched.

Stiles, Liam, and Scott were in the jeep, "He's at the school." Scott shared as he read another text from Chris, "Why's Parrish at the school?"

"It's not Parrish." Stiles corrected, "At least not right now."

Scott reworded the question, "Okay, why's a Hellhound going to the school?"

"Cause he's got a yearning for higher education." Stiles joked slightly as she pulled into an empty school parking lot.

The point was for them to be quiet so Parrish wouldn't accidentally attack them, but someone, Liam, slammed his door shut very loudly. This earned him a glare from both Scott and Stiles, who walked ahead of him, "Sorry."

Chris appeared from a corridor armed with his weapon alone, "Where's Parrish?" Scott questioned.

"I lost him." Chris shared, as they charged through the campus, "He's moving too fast."

Stiles halted when something caught the corner of her eye, "Scott," Stiles called out in a small voice, "That guy's not moving at all."

Scott, Liam, and Chris looked in the same direction as Stiles and could see there was a trail of dead bodies.

On guard, the group moved carefully following the trail that led them to a bus. Inside the bus, they could see a pair of glowing eyes. Scott moved to step forward, but something gripped on Scott's shirt, pulling him back.

It was Stiles, who appeared to be very scared all the sudden, "Don't do it." Stiles whispered tightly.

"Just a look," Scott assured, but Stiles refused to let him go.

"Help me." A voice called out from inside the bus, "Somebody please help me."

"Let me make sure he's okay," Scott whispered to her, but Stiles still refused to let him go and Scott has to fight against the grip she had on him.

Taking a step closer to the bus, Parrish appeared out of nowhere, "It's a trap." Parrish warned him in a voice that wasn't his own.

"Please..." The person begged from inside the bus.

"You can't help him."

The sound of snarling came from the bus and the person got pulled back into the shadows. Scott immediately backed away as half of the body got thrown outside the bus and The Beast of Gevaudan stuck its head out.

Parrish automatically flamed on and ran towards the bus. Instead of attacking, like it normally would the Beast backed away, jumping through the front windshield and Parrish quickly pursued it.

"That's big." Scott commented in shock, "No one said it was that big."

"I did." Liam reminded him.

"What the hell's happening?" Stiles questioned Chris.

"It's getting smarter," Chris answered.


The same night at the McCall house, Melissa has the gear she needed ready for her shift at the hospital. But before she left, she checked on the two guest that have hidden in her home, "You guys think you'll be okay for the night?"

At the table sat the Hale cousins, Micah seemed antsy while Derek wore a serious expression and equipped with a shotgun, which he cocked in response, "Do we really need to do this?" Micah questioned them.

It had been both Melissa and Derek's idea that Micah should be prepared to take on his mother at any moment. "Deaton said the Desert Wolf can't get her power back unless she comes for me on a full moon."

"Just because there are rules to taking power doesn't mean she plans to follow them," Derek told his cousin.

"Yeah," Melissa agreed with him, "I've come up with a rule of my own..." She spread a line of mountain ash across of the threshold of the living room, "Never be too careful."


Scott and Kira were making out at Kira's house, "I can't believe we're supposed to play a lacrosse game tomorrow." She commented, breaking off their kiss.

Scott chuckled, "I actually forgot until I saw the banner."

"We're totally out of practice."

"I know."

"We're probably going to lose."

"We're not going to lose."

The next morning, Kira woke up and was drawn to her sword. She picked it up and automatically started going through her moves, her eyes glowing orange.

Scott watched from his place in her bed.


Stiles no longer could hear the voice in her head. Instead, she was now at staring war with her other self, at the Sheriff's office. The Sheriff walked in and closed his door.

He could Stiles was focused on something in front of her, handing her a piece of paper he questioned, "What it's saying?"

"Nothing," Stiles answered, folding the paper and placing it in her pocket, "She's been staring at me since this morning." Stiles turned away from herself and looked at her father, "I'm just glad that she's no longer asking me any riddles."

"Maybe it's a sign of you finally recovering." He offered, walking over to his desk and taking a seat, "Speaking of your recovery, should you really be playing in a lacrosse game?"

"Should you really be eating that cheeseburger in your drawer?" The Sheriff was taken aback, "Yeah, I could smell the cheese the moment I walked in."

He shot her a minor annoyed look, "Get to school."


Mason walked up to Corey noticing that his locker was close to being empty, "So you're just going to leave?" Corey doesn't answer him, but instead zipped up the bag he has, "What about your parents?"

"They barely noticed when I died the first time." He shared, "Look at this..." He showed Mason the remain of the burns he got from Parrish, "This is life in Beacon Hills. This is what happens." Mason gave him a look of worry, "It doesn't hurt." Corey told him, covering back the wound, "It's just taking forever to heal."

"But you are healing." Mason reminded, "Maybe it's taking longer because of how bad you were hurt, but it's happening." Mason gave him a look of wonder, "I mean, look at you. You can make yourself invisible... You're fast. You're strong." Corey gave him a look of consideration, "People like me need people like you to save our asses. I need you."

Corey shook his head, "No, you don't. You're too smart to need anyone." Corey told him, "And it's the smart ones who always survive."

"Then survive with me." Mason urged, "Look, Scott's going to have a plan. They always do. A couple of weeks ago, he brought Hayden in here with cell phone jammers to block the frequency of the Dread Doctor..." A theory began to form, "It's frequency. Every time the Beast shows up." He realized, "Liam and Hayden saw it at the cell transmission towers. The attack downtown happened right near the radio astronomy observatory." He said, recounting all the Beasts appearances, "Uh, Deaton was attacked by the Beast at an army base which has huge radar arrays."

Corey was confused, "Still not getting it."

"The Beast always shows up near a transmission source." Mason enthused, "What if that's how the Dread Doctors are doing it? By broadcasting a high-frequency transmission."

"So, we should be looking for some sort of transmission?"

Mason happened to look up and see a news van just outside their school, "We don't have to look."


Kathleen Kassidy, a reporter for KQNB, was interviewing Brett Talbot outside the school., "While tonight's game is a charity event, we hear Devenford Prep and Beacon Hills have a long-standing rivalry."

Brett chuckled at the speculation, "Devenford always plays to win, but especially when it's for charity." He spoke into the mike.

"And especially when 100% of the proceeds go to the winning team, isn't that right?"

"Which is why we'll be 100% kicking Beacon Hills ass." He said in a joking manner.

"Tickets still available for purchase." She reminded the television audience, "This is Kathleen Cassidy for KQNB."


In the library, Liam shared Mason's theory with Scott, Stiles, and Landon, "The local news always covers the game." Liam pointed out to them, "There could be two, maybe three vans."

"All of them transmitting." Landon realized.

Stiles got wide-eyed, "Are you saying that thing's going to be out there tonight?"

"I'm saying... People are going to die." Liam summarized, "A lot of people." He exchanged glances with the upperclassmen, "Mason said it's not just to transmit frequency. It's high powered."

"And that's causing it to shift?" Landon questioned.

"No." Scott answered suddenly, "I don't think it's just that. Last night Argent said that it's getting smarter." He called, "What if the Dread Doctors are trying to make the Beast grow faster?"

"With frequencies?"

"No, by shifting." Scott shared, "The frequency is just the trigger." He theorized, "The important part is when it shifts into the werewolf."

"Like Peter," Landon said, using an example. While Scott and Stiles understood, what Landon meant, it was Liam who seemed lost, "When Peter was an Alpha, he got stronger every full moon." Landon explained, "Eventually, the burns healed and he was back to normal."

"So, the Dread Doctors don't want to wait for the full moon." Liam thought aloud, "They want the Beast to be as strong as possible, as fast as possible."

"Because of Parrish." Landon theorized, "Makes sense since he's the one that's going to be fighting him from what you discovered from the fresco."

"So, if this is happening tonight, what are we going to do?" Scott questioned

"Uh, we've got one clue to go on." Stiles offered, taking out a piece of paper and placed on the table in front of them, "This came from the hospital. Whoever's lurking inside the Beast is wearing a size 10 of indeterminate make."

"Indeterminate?" Liam questioned at the word.

"Means, it's a partial print." Stiles explained, "Basically, it was all we were able to get considering all the fire, blood, and carnage."

"How many size 10s are out there?"

"Only one with Parrish's blood on the sole." Stiles reminded him.

"So, are we going to try to get the game canceled?"

Stiles made a headshake, "No, no, we're going to play," Stiles stated, "But we're just going to hope really hard that it doesn't turn into a blood-soaked massacre."

"Okay, but, um..." Landon spoke up, "Aren't we kind of missing out on a chance to catch this thing?" He questioned them, "We don't have the "who," but we have the "where" and the "when.""

"There's too many people." Scott told them, "And we still don't actually know if it's going to happen." He pointed out, "It just might end up being a regular lacrosse game."

"It's possible, right?"

"That's absolutely possible." Stiles realized, looking toward Scott, "So we're still getting the game canceled?"

"We're getting the game canceled."

Scott, Liam, and Stiles rush to leave the library. Landon would've followed too if he hadn't sensed something that caused him to double back and head to a stack of books.

By a stack of books near the bookshelf, Landon picked up a random book from the floor and opened to an illustration of a man with spear struggling with a large black down. It seemed to capture Landon's attention, until he heard his name come from Jordan, "Landon."

Looking up from the book, through the shelf, Landon could see Jordan leaning alongside the wall a row over, badly injured.


"Stiles, I'm... I'm not so sure I actually have that authority."

Stiles gave her father a gaping expression, "You're the County Sheriff." She reminded him, "You can't cancel a high school lacrosse game?"

The Sheriff gave her an exasperated look, "It's a charity game which generates tens of thousands of dollars." He pointed out, "I'd have to go to the school board with evidence of a credible threat."

"A giant werewolf might rampage across the field killing people." She pressed, "That's an incredible threat."

The Sheriff sighed at the lose-lose situation, "Look, we're going to have a presence at the game already. I'll double it, I'll triple it."

"Triple..." Stiles said with a stammer, "Dad, quadruple it. Octuple it."

"There's always a person who could forfeit the game..." He suggested, "The Coach."

"Not when you're stuck with a substitute who's strictly by the book." Stiles groaned.

"What about Finstock?"

"Rehab for the last seven months."

"Maybe it's time to check on his progress." He hinted.


Scott and Stiles walked into the local rehabilitation center, called Stepping Stones. There they found the Coach sitting in the reception area. When Scott and Stiles take a seat next to him, he doesn't respond to their presence, "Hey, Coach," Scott stammered out, "it's Scott and Stiles." He doesn't respond, "Coach, You're in rehab."

When Finstock doesn't respond to Scott, Stiles took a turn, "You didn't have a lobotomy." She noted checking his head, "Coach?" She noticed that he was eyeing a chess board that was on the table in front of them. She reached out to touch it, only for Finstock to grab her by the arm.

"Don't you touch it." He grunted, "I've got Nurse Gonzalez by the balls of the last three moves," With a laugh through his teeth, "And she knows it. Let it go."

"You're checking out of this place now," Stiles told him.

Finstock twitched his head, "Not a chance."

"Okay, Coach." Stiles agreed, "But, we know you're fine." She said loudly.

That's when Finstock cuts his catatonic act and shushed at her, "I have a debilitating disease. It's called "I'm not going to take another arrow to my stomach-phobia." Look it up."

"Nobody's shooting arrows at anyone, okay?" Scott assured him, "We just need you to coach the charity game."

Finstock scoffed at the idea, "Charity? Not a chance."

"How exactly have you been conning them into letting you stay here?"

"I, uh... I have relapses." Scott and Stiles gave him disbelieving look, "It's... It's serious. I've had seven of them."

"So once a month?" Stiles challenged him.

"Yeah, you see, uh, every time they are just about to discharge me," He clicked his tongue, "I relapse."

"And no one's noticed that pattern?"

"I have phenomenal health insurance." He told him, "So why don't you two get the hell out of here. I hate charity games. They're meaningless."

"I don't think the charities would agree," Scott told him.

He could see that the two were not going to leave and gave in slightly, "What's it for this year?"

"Cancer."

"For or against?"

Stiles gave him a judgmental look, "Against, Coach." She told him, "Deeply against."

"Yeah, okay, well, I'm deeply not interested." He told them with his arms crossed.

"Coach, we need you." Scott urged.

"I will never coach there again."

"That's okay. Because we don't need you to coach the game." Stiles said, earning herself a look of interest, "We need you to forfeit."


The Argents, Landon, and Parrish were in abandoned building. It appeared that Jordan had another tangle with the Beast. There were scratches alongside his torso.

"Ah, he's healing," Chris noted as he examined the deputy's injuries.

"Slowly." Gerard noticed. Jordan gave him a sour look, "Can you tell us what you remember?"

"Just bits and pieces." Jordan shared, "Moments when I caught up with it."

The Beast roars as the Hellhound finally catches up with him. It goes in for a punch and the Hellhound is immediately knocked off his feet. However, it remains standing. The Beast goes for another swing, but the Hellhound uses both his hands and blocks the attack and punches it to the side. However, this does nothing and the Beast, punches the Hellhound, causing blood to spill from his mouth.

"What else do you remember?"

"I was losing."

Gerard seemed surprised at the statement.

"You said you could help him," Landon told Chris.

"We have an idea or two." Chris shared, which Landon gave a look interest, "We've been wondering if resolving this internal conflict, you're having could help resolve the external one you're losing against the Beast."

"Deputy, it's time you and your alter ego, all had a proper introduction," Gerard told them.


Scott and Liam were making their way to the lacrosse field. As they do, they come across three microwave transmission vans from TV stations were aligned at the game. They exchanged stressed expression, knowing the possible outcome of the game.

A bus from Devenford Prep then arrived in the parking lot and players began unloading.

Meanwhile, Stiles was ambushed by Theo, "Where have you been?"

"I've been actively ignoring you." Came Stiles' response as she stood a good distance away from him, "But obviously, me not answering 14 text messages wasn't enough for you to take a hint."

"It's been five days."

Stiles gave him a raised eyebrow, "I've been at home healing," She answered, "Do you not remember the power of Landon's scream?" She questioned absentmindedly rubbing an ear, "Trying being up close and personal. I'm lucky I didn't go deaf or worse actually end up dead."

"Tracy told me you were with Scott."

Stiles made an eye roll, "That doesn't surprise me. I could practically sense her desperation to please you during our little exchange in wherever the hell we were."

He gave her a minor look of suspicion before handing her a piece of paper with Scott's symbol on it, "Do you know what this is?"

Stiles eyed the symbol in a bored manner, "You already know the answer to that question," She told him, handing it back, "So why don't you ask me what you really want to know."

"Are you part of his pack?"

A repeated eye gesture was made, "My answer still stands from the last time that question was asked of me."

"Then why does it seem like you're willing to help him, but not me?"

"You were helpful when we finally got to Landon in that hidden lab," She replied in a sarcastic manner, taking a step closer. "And a very helpful in trying to actually get him out of Eichen." She ranted as she continued to get closer, "I mean, were you there when we both nearly died?" She questioned him angrily, "No, I didn't think so. Quite frankly that doesn't surprise me, which is the exact reason I chose to help Scott."

Theo appeared to be peeved at the mentioning of Scott, "You used me."

"Don't you dare turn this on me." Stiles snapped, "I did what I had to do to get Landon out of that hellhole." Stiles rebutted, "Just like how you used Eichen trying to get what you wanted out of me."

"You knew."

"I'm not stupid." She took a step toward him, "You knew that I would try and use my power to save him. Thought that maybe with enough trauma that some part of the "darkness" that you believe is still inside me would come out and take control of me." She took one finally step to where she stood right in front of him, "Let me share something with you, the only way you're gonna get the Stiles, the Void Stiles as you call it, you want is if you have another dark fox spirit in hand," She gave him a strong glare, "Because as far as I am concerned that Stiles is dead." Stiles turned on her heel, to only see herself, giving off a predatory look.

Only Stiles could see that it wasn't focused on her, but instead beside her. She followed the glare to see that it was directed at Theo.

"One more thing, you come near Scott or the others with the intent to harm them…" She paused looking back the other Stiles, continuing to glare at Theo, "The Beast is going to look like a walk in the park."


The Argents, Landon, and Jordan stood in front of a machine. "It'll bring your body temperature down to a level that would kill a normal human being," Chris explained.

Jordan examined the machine carefully, "Why down and not up?"

"Something happens to someone like you when the body cools to extreme temperatures." Chris told him, "Everything slows down. The heart, the mind. It lets you consciously access a part of you that's usually unconscious."

"The supernatural part." Gerard inputted.

"But that's dangerous, isn't it?" Landon questioned in a challenging tone, thinking about the time Scott, Stiles, and Allison had done something similar what the Argent men were talking about.

"Well, it's far less dangerous than if the Deputy can't evolve to face the Beast." The older Argent answered in a tone.

The Reaper and the oldest Argent gave each other challenging glances.

"Evolve?" Jordan questioned aloud, hoping to break the obvious tension between the two.

Chris noticed the tension as well, "Well, the Beast is not just getting smarter." He reasoned to the deputy, "Imagine it this way... Each night, the teenage Chimera..."

"The success." Landon corrected him, looking away from Gerard.

"This teenager goes out into the night and transforms." Chris shared, "Whether it's a young man or young woman, they become a werewolf." Landon listened instantly, "A very large, very powerful werewolf the people of Gevaudan called The Beast. Every night it transforms, it remembers a little more of who it used to be."

"It yearns for its identity. It's name." Gerard explained, "Not just the Beast of Gevaudan, but the man." Landon and Jordan exchanged looks, "The Man of Gevaudan who wants to live too."

"He wants to exist." Chris told them, "So imagine that one night the teenager goes out and transforms again. But when the Beast transforms back, the Man of Gevaudan stands there instead."

"Fully realized." Gerard finished, "Alive once again."

"That's what Valack meant." Landon breathed out, "He said, "When the Beast remembers, the teenager would be gone.""

"Gone?" Jordan questioned, "Like, no longer exists? How's that even possible?" There was a silence as no one has the answer. Which Jordan realized made sense since he himself was impossible, "Forget I asked."

Chris opened the door to the machine and Jordan stared at completely unsure. It was only for a second as he stepped inside the machine and looked at them through the window of the door. Chris began locking up the machine as Gerard began powering it up.

Landon stood quietly uncertain about the entire process and he wasn't alone. Jordan was as well as he continued looking through the glass. At the sound of beeping the machine began to fill with cold fog and the Argents and Landon watch as the fog surrounded Jordan completely.

A second later, a hand slammed up against the glass. Landon moved quickly to the machine, only for Gerard to hold him back. Landon briefly eyed him, before focusing back on the machine.

Through the mist, Jordan became visible in the mist with his eyes glowing with fire.


In a classroom at school, Scott, and the others prepare for the game and the plan for the night, "Mason you know your part..."

"Corey and I break into the Devenford Bus and search their shoes," Mason answered easily.

"I take out the TV vans," Micah answered.

"Right before the whistle, Coach forfeits the game." Stiles told them, ignoring her other self, who was still staring, "The rest of us are looking for a size 10 with a bloody shoe."

Derek gave them a curious expression, "Just out of curiosity..." He spoke up, "What if it doesn't work? What if we have to go up against this thing?" He questioned, obviously worried, "I mean, I hate to bring up bad memories but Scott's still healing from what Theo did to him."

"No, he's not." Kira shared eyeing Scott.

"She's right." Scott shared lifting up his shirt, showing his now healed torso, "It happened the night we got Landon out of Eichen House. I healed. When we were all together again, when we acted together as a pack." He eyed Stiles. "The Beast doesn't have a pack..." He said to them, "Not like us."

All eyes were on Stiles. Only Stiles focused on Scott and her other self that stood behind him. Unlike with Theo, she was giving her head nod. Almost as if she was telling Stiles to accept Scott's hidden plea in his declaration.

Multiple conversations flooded Stiles' mind;

In the tunnels of Eichen House, "I was honest." Theo counterclaims at Stiles. "I told you what I wanted."

"Oh yes and instead of seizing my pack, you got a batch of failed science experiments that were brought back from the dead."

At the animal clinic, "They saved my life, Mom." Landon voices, eyeing Stiles with a tiny smile on his face, "Stiles saved me."

With Theo, "One more thing, you come near Scott or the others with the intent to harm them…The Beast is going to look like a walk in the park."

That's when it clicked for Stiles. That somewhere along the way, while Stiles consciously denied being a part the pack, subconsciously she had already rejoined it. Maybe that's why she kept seeing her other self, "We can do this, guys." Stiles finally spoke strongly, looking around the room, "No one dies tonight."

The others leave to get ready for their part of the plan, leaving Scott and Stiles alone. Stiles noticed herself was gone and Scott couldn't stop the smile that made a home on his face.

Stiles returned the smile before eyeing his forearm with a minor annoyance, "I still hate that tattoo."

Scott laughed out loud, "I know."


Hayden arrived at the game and took a seat next to Sydney in the stands.

From the sidelines, Stiles kept checking on the vans and still see that their transmissions devices were still up. She immediately scrambled her way over to the coach, "Hey, Coach, now is the, uh, time to forfeit the game." Finstock doesn't give her the time of day as he browsed through his phone, "Now's the perfect time to forfeit the game." Stiles pressed, only to get nothing, "Coach."

This next sentence he said was something Stiles should've seen coming, "Stilinski, I've never forfeited a game," He expressed with excitement, "And I never will." He laughed and pushed her towards the field, "Get on the field." He blew the whistle and the crowd cheered with anticipation.

Scott and Liam hurried out onto the field as Scott could sense Liam's stress, "Okay, it's fine." Scott told him, "Micah's still going to take out the wiring on the TV vans."

"And we have an hour and a half to try to find someone with blood on their shoes." Liam chanted, trying to calm himself.

"One person out of 400." Scott realized as they looked back towards the crowd.


The Sheriff and Derek were standing near a police cruiser, "What if we call in a bomb threat?" Stiles stammered out quickly.

The Sheriff gave a tired look, "You remember the bomb threat at the airport three weeks ago?"

"Yeah, of course, I do." Stiles answered adamantly, "It was all over the news…" That's when the horrible suggestion she made wouldn't help the situation, "I see your point."


Back on the field, Brett and Scott positioned themselves in the ready position for the game, "My sister's got the bleachers covered." Brett informed Scott just before the referee blew his whistle to start the game.

Stalking behind the bleachers, Brett's sister, Lori has inspected the crowd shoes from behind the bleachers.

Inside the Devenford Prep bus, Corey and Mason go through the players' bags. But so far in their search they find no bloodied shoes and Mason marked off the names of the players that were in the clear.

At the TV truck, Micah began ripping out the cables.

Another player gets knocked down by Kira as she prevented one of the Devenford team members from scoring on the Beacon Hills and ran down the field scoring a goal, "Well done!" Someone shouted from the stands.

From the center of the field, Scott and Stiles observed the player having a hard time getting from the ground after Kira's impeccable defense, "You think she's playing a tad aggressive?" Stiles questioned Scott as they looked back at three other Devenford players on the ground.

Scott found his answer when he spotted her eyes flash orange, "We might have a problem."