Teen Wolf=Not mine.

A/N- Although AU this is a warning that this chapter is loosely based off of Episode 2 of Season 3. Some of the canon events are in it not all and not necessarily in the same order or with the same outcomes. Just be warned if you haven't seen Season 3 yet you might get a spoiler.

"I wanted to protect her, and, if I couldn't do that, I'd at least be there for her. (Eric)"

― Shannon A. Thompson, Minutes Before Sunset

"I could smell Isaac and Snow all over the place. There was another girl there. Apparently, she was in bad shape. They took her to Beacon Hills General and have her under heavy sedation," Scott said. "My mom promised to call as soon as the girl woke up."

"Are Snow and Isaac going to be okay?" Stiles asked.

"Isaac is already healing on the outside, but Derek had to go to get something to help him heal on the inside," Frost said as she spoke to the two boys who'd come by the loft after Derek texted them and said that Isaac and Snow showed up. Injured, unconscious, but alive.

"And Snow?"

"It's bad, but she'll heal."

"I'm beginning to think she does this to get alone time with Isaac," Stiles said.

Frost laughed. "I wouldn't put it past her." She gave the boys a smile. "You two should head home. I'll call you if anything changes. And again, thank you."

She heard Scott telling Stiles in the elevator. "I'm telling you, I can smell Derek all over her. And the loft smells like sex."

She couldn't hear Stiles' reply, but she blushed anyway. Well, that didn't stay a secret very long.

"Where's Snow?" Isaac asked when he woke up laying on the table in the loft.

"She's sleeping but her back looks like it went through a grater." Derek said. Isaac frowned remembering the pained expression on her face just before he passed out. "What happened to you?"

"I don't know," Isaac said running his fingers through his hair. "One minute I was with Snow and we were arguing about her going back to this gas station alone for a bathroom break, and then I was waking up to my chest on fire with this girl helping me escape from these two alphas. What happened to her? How did we get back here?"

"Scott said the cops found her at the warehouse and took her to the hospital. His mom will call when she wakes up."

"Why was Scott there?" Isaac asked knowing that Derek usually avoided involving the other werewolf whenever possible.

"I asked him and Stiles to look for you and Snow. And Snow brought you back here by opening a faerie trod." He saw the confused expression on Isaac face. "Think of it like a shortcut from place to place. Both Frost and Snow can open them although Snow is better at it." The alpha leaned against the table. "What happened next?"

"I was in and out of it, but there were two alpha that merged into one gigantic alpha." Isaac still couldn't quiet believe that. "Then, Snow appeared out of no where and attacked the alpha. She took out its legs but it caught her along the back. The alpha managed to get back to its feet, but you could tell Snow's movements were getting slower. That's when the girl shot some kind of electrical weapon at it. When the light faded the alphas were gone and Snow was back to herself." Naked. And incredibly hot. He didn't say that though as he waited for Derek to speak.

"And you can't remember anything after the argument with Snow to when the girl woke you up?" Derek asked him.

"Nothing, but my neck was hurting and there were claw marks there. The girl said they use that to steal memories. Is that what happened to me?"

"Most likely," the alpha said. "We could do something similar to try and access your memories of tonight. But Peter's going to have to do it."

"Why him?"

"Because it's dangerous and he's had more experience doing it."

Isaac deliberated for a minute. "Call him." He needed to know what happened in that missing time. Frost came from upstairs her dark blue eyes sad but she gave him a smile when she saw he was awake.

"Glad to see you're awake again." She came to Derek's side and laid her head tiredly against his arm as she spoke to Isaac. "You two had me worried for a bit."

"I'm sorry about, Snow." He felt like he had failed Snow and even Frost by not keeping Snow safe. "I should have protected her."

"Oh, please, not you, too," she said with a huff and a glare at Derek not him. "What happened is not your fault." She turned back to him her tone quiet but firm. "Neither Snow nor I are helpless and we take our own risks and make our own mistakes. I don't blame you. Snow isn't going to wake up and blame you. So you aren't going to blame yourself." The last was said with finality.

He nodded when he realized she was waiting for him to agree. She walked over and gave him hug, which he awkwardly returned. He couldn't remember the last time an adult had hugged him. Frost spoke softly as she held him, "I'm glad you are okay, Isaac, and not just because it might break my sister's heart if you died." She released him and gave him a tired smile before leaving. She stopped at Derek and gave him a reassuring squeeze on the arm. "This is not your fault either, so stop thinking it."

When she was out of the room and earshot, Isaac said, "They get under your skin don't they." Derek nodded in agreement. "Snow told me what happened to Frost." Derek raised an eyebrow. "You killed him, the one who hurt her, right?"

"Yes," Derek said after a minute his eyes turning red, "but I wish I could bring him back and kill him again now that I know what happened."

Isaac nodded in understanding. "It's going to be hard to keep them safe, isn't it?"

"Impossible," the alpha said with a frustrated growl and his eyes went back to their normal color.

"So you and Frost?" Derek eyes narrowed, but Isaac went on. "You know I can still smell it over the Febreeze right."

He thought Derek might finish what the alphas started when his eyes glowed red again. But he surprised Isaac when he said, "I know so keep that in mind whenever you and Snow."

"Whoa, who said anything about Snow and I?"

Derek's look said who do you think you are fooling. He jerked his head to the stairs. "Get some sleep. I'll call Peter to come over when the sun comes up."

Isaac nodded. "Snow?"

"She's in your room."

Isaac took off for the stairs. He needed visual proof that the girl was actually alive. Derek shook his head at Isaac a smirk on his lips, but didn't say anything as he left the room.

Finding Frost curled up on his bed half asleep, Derek lay down beside her and pulled her to lie on his chest. "What did Isaac say about what happened?" she asked as she curled into his side wrapping an arm across his middle.

"There were apparently two alphas chasing him and the girl Scott mentioned. Apparently, they merged into one gigantic alpha."

"Well, that's not strange or unique at all," Frost said.

"Snow found them and attacked the merged alpha, but got a claw swipe to the back in the process. Whoever this girl is she had some kind of electrical weapon to use on them and they disappeared."

"So why weren't he and Snow together?"

"She went back to gas station to use the bathroom. There's gap in his memories between when he was with Snow and when he passed out in the warehouse."

"What are you going to do?"

"Get Peter to help him access his missing memories."

"Do you trust him?"

"No, but I don't trust myself to do it and risk severing Isaac's spine."

"This has been a long night. Is it always like this for you? We haven't even solved one problem when three more seem to pop up. "

"Welcome to life with werewolves or at least this pack," Derek said sarcastically.

"Life with so many werewolves is going to be interesting," she said a smile on her lips as she turned on her side and propped herself up on her elbow to look at him. "I'm pretty sure I'm never going to have a private moment again." Her eyes laughing, she continued. "Scott told Stiles he could smell you all over me and that the loft smelt like sex."

"Better sense of smell," he said as he pulled her in for a kiss, which she returned moaning softly into his mouth as he ran his hands up her sides. He flipped her over to her back and trailed kisses along her jaw and along her neck. He made his way back to her ear and whispered. "Better hearing too."

He heard her laugh softly as she pulled up his shirt. "Then, I guess any other werewolves here are going to be getting some serious sex education. Because I'm afraid I might be addicted to you, Derek Hale."

Derek smirked at her as he sat back and took off his shirt. He divested her of hers before continuing to trail kisses down her throat as he undid her bra. She let loose another louder moan as he pulled a nipple into his mouth.

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, I CAN HEAR YOU!" Isaac's shout carried through the loft. Derek growled as he thought about killing the younger werewolf, but Frost's laughter stopped him. He could see the blush on her cheeks, but her eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Told you so," Frost said before she yelled. "THAT'S BECAUSE HE'S DOING IT RIGHT!" He felt himself smiling, as she held her own. Isaac didn't say anything back, but music started blasting from upstairs. Her eyes still twinkling with amusement, she looked back at him. "Nobody said you could stop."

"Addict."

"Damn, skippy." She met his lips for a kiss as they worked on getting the rest of their clothes off.

"Tell me someone got the license of the truck that hit me, " Snow muttered softly as she came awake. She tried to move and nearly screamed in pain as every muscle in her back protested the movement. What happened to her again? Not important, something happened to Isaac. Ignoring the pain, she tried to get up.

"Hey, I don't think you should be doing that," Isaac's voice came from somewhere behind her and then she felt his hand gently pushing her back onto the bed.

"Me either," she ground out. " So does it look as bad as it feels?"

She felt the mattress dip beside her. "It looks pretty bad, but you've started to heal." She realized that she was naked from the waist up and only had a sheet covering the rest of her. Why did she always have to be naked and injured? Couldn't she ever be naked with Isaac for the right reasons? At least she wasn't still covered in blood, even her hair smelt clean. No doubt that was her sister's doing. Her sister was awesome.

"Must be nice to be a werewolf with super deluxe healing," She said turning her head to look at him as he moved to lean his back against the wall at the top of the bed. "You were pretty bad too, but you're already mobile."

"Doesn't work as well for us when it's from an alpha, but it's definitely better than being human." He stretched his legs out beside her. She couldn't see his face very well from her position, but she moved her hand until she found his wrist. Some of tension left her as she had definitive proof that he was really there.

"You are ok, right?" she asked as she curled her fingers around it.

"Asks the girl who nearly got flayed alive."

"That's not an answer."

"Mostly," he grunted as he shifted a little. "Still healing a bit. Although, I don't remember what happened after you left to go to the bathroom until I was waking up with the girl who saved me."

She said, "Do we know what happened to her? I couldn't get you both and there was an alarm that started going off. I heard sirens so someone found her right?"

"Derek had Scott and Stiles looking for us and they said she was taken to the hospital."

"Good, I felt terrible leaving her there, but you were out cold and I knew I going to be soon. "

"You shouldn't have done that." Isaac admonished.

"Done what? Leave her? I know, but…"

"No, tried to fight the alpha." His hand wrapped around her wrist in return. "I couldn't help you and you started moving slower. If that girl hadn't intervened, you would probably be dead." His voice sounded upset.

"But I'm not," Snow said. "And I'll be fine. No broken bones so I should mend fairly fast." She heard him huff in frustration. "Look, it's not my nature to sit aside when people I care about are in danger, Isaac. Whether it's a barghest or a gigantic alpha or an army of the Fae." She'd been helpless with so much of what happened to Frost that she would probably never be able to be bystander again if she could do something.

"I know. And that scares me," he said so softly she almost missed it. Her lips curled into a small smile. His next words were louder. "Out of all the strange things tonight, the weirdest was this howling I kept hearing. It didn't sound like a werewolf."

She tried to sit up so she could see his face better forgetting she was completely naked and damaged. Pain shot through her still healing back causing her to hiss. She managed to ground out, "Howling?"

"Lay back down," he said putting a hand on an uninjured part of her shoulder and refused to answer until she cooperated. When she settled back down her head piled on her arms so she could see him, he answered, "Yeah, did you hear it too?"

"No, I think it was me. I think you heard me. But that's impossible…" Her face scrunched up as she puzzled over the information trying to figure out how he could have heard the sound of her howl.

"Why?" Isaac asked curious.

"I was in the in-between."

"The in-between?"

"It's where I go when I disappear when I'm Cwn Annwn and where I opened the trod up to get us back to Frost and Derek. There's nothing but cold and emptiness there and you could get stuck there if you step off the trod. Anyway, you shouldn't have been able to hear me howling there."

"Then, why could I hear it?"

"I don't know. Maybe I was calling to you? I was trying to find you," Snow said thinking out loud. "Or I maybe? I feel connected to you. From the moment, we met. I don't know. It's never happened before."

They were both silent as they pondered her words. Then, Isaac made a horrified noise. "They aren't really going to."

"What?"

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, I CAN HEAR YOU!" He yelled. There was few seconds of silence afterwards.

"THAT'S BECAUSE HE'S DOING IT RIGHT!" Frost's voice carried through the loft.

"They're having sex aren't they?" Snow asked Isaac as he got off the bed. Suddenly music blasted through the room. "That would be a yes." When he came back to the bed, he lay down flat on the bed and pulled a pillow over his face and held it to his ears. Snow laughed softly at him causing him to pull the pillow down.

"This isn't funny. Can't you hear them?"

"No, my hearing's not that enhanced unless I'm Cwn Annwn. Besides if you're going to live with Derek, you better get use to it. I think they have a lot of lost time to make up for." Isaac looked horrified at the prospect. "Maybe you should just focus on listening to something else?" she suggested.

"Like?"

"Something hard to hear. Maybe something far away?" He nodded as he focused on something. "Is it working?" She said stifling a yawn. All the magic and healing was taking a toll on her. He stayed quiet although the music still blared. Despite the noise, she felt herself drifting off to sleep.

"Yeah, it worked," he said when he saw she was asleep. He smiled to himself and listened to the steady beat of Snow's heart next to him.

Allison sat with her dad eating breakfast in the apartment. "So Snow can become this Cwn Annwn?" he asked her. They hadn't had much time to talk the last week as he was getting the consulting business up and running again.

"Yeah, it's this white dog with red ears, a fairy hound or something like that. That's how she broke her leg. The barghest grabbed her back leg while she was tracking it."

"The barghest they believe is Gerard?" Chris asked.

"Yes. You're not upset that I've been helping them are you?" Allison asked her dad.

"No, Gerard needed to be stopped if it was him."

Allison smiled at her dad.

"Well, Frost froze the barghest into a giant popsicle and has it trapped in a rowan and iron cage surrounded by a barrier of mountain ash in her backyard so he's definitely stopped for now. She's trying to figure out how to 'unweave the magic' or something like that."

"If she's freezing things she might have the ability to sense and manipulate energy. She would be able to see the magic or energy that holds the barghest together," Chris explained a thoughtful expression on his face.

"I know you don't want me to keep getting involved in this stuff after last spring, but Snow's my friend and I like Frost even if she's with Derek, now."

"Just be careful and let me know if you get into something that you can't handle. Although from what you've said, it sounds like Frost thinks things through" Chris picked up their plates and took them to the sink. "You said she's with Derek Hale?"

"According to Snow who's incredibly happy about it." Allison looked at the time on the microwave. "I've got to go or I'm going to be late for school." She gave her dad a kiss and a hug.

"I love you, Allison," he said holding her tight for a just second.

"I know. I love you, too."

Chris released her and watched her leave his expression falling when she was out of the apartment. If he didn't help Giselle, he had no doubt that she would do something to Allison. However, he was more afraid of what she was planning to do with the information on Frost and Snow Morgan.

"Dammit, Giselle," he said softly to himself. "If she is their mother, she will chew us all up and spit us out if you attack her through them." He thought of the dangerously beautiful dark haired, blue eyed Fae he'd met years ago.

He sighed and picked up the phone to call Giselle with the new information. "I'm sorry about this, Anand," he whispered as the line rang through.

Allison arrived at school and saw Scott and Stiles standing at her locker. "Hey," she said to them. "What's up?"

"The alpha pack," Stiles said. "Isaac, Peter, and Derek have been searching for Boyd and Erica. Last night Isaac ran into some of the alphas."

"Wasn't Snow going over there last night?" Allison asked.

"She and Isaac both got hurt fighting them off last night," Scott said. "There was another girl helping them, but she's under heavy sedation at Beacon Hills General."

"I heard my dad say that they found her with a modified military grade stun gun," Stiles added.

"But Snow and Isaac are going to be alright?" Allison asked.

"According to Frost, they should be," Scott said. "Just be careful. It looks like the alpha pack has decided to come out of hiding."

"I can take care of myself," Allison said.

Scott put his hand on her shoulder as he spoke. "They're faster and stronger than you. And Snow says they are all direct descendants of the first werewolf pack. Everyone of them alphas like Derek. I'm telling you this because they scare me and that should scare you." Allison nodded as she looked into Scott's eyes and felt the familiar tug to just sink into them. She heard him sigh unhappily when she looked away. He moved back beside Stiles and she regretted the loss of his touch.

"Hey, Lydia," Stiles said with a goofy grin. "You look amaz…" He trailed off as Aiden walked up behind her. "Aiden, how's your mom like working with my dad?"

"She said it was a definite change of pace," the other boy said as he gave them all a cocky grin. "Later, Lydia." Allison raised an eyebrow at her friend who just gave her a typical Lydia smile and opened her locker.

"What are you three discussing so intently before first period?" Stiles filled Lydia in on everything that happened.

"What the hell?" Isaac asked as he came down the stairs. Frost, not the girl but the actual frozen stuff, covered every surface in the loft.

The woman popped her head out of Derek's room fully dressed but drying her hair off with a towel. Derek came out behind her wearing a pair of jeans and towel slung around his neck. She took a look around and said, "Oops?" Then, she turned and gave the alpha a grin. "This is your fault."

Derek looked at her eyes wide. "My fault?"

"I told you about what sex does to our magic. So, ergo, you're fault." She punched him lightly in the stomach when he shook his head at her. Isaac watched the two a smile playing on his lips as the woman teased Derek and he let her.

"What does sex do to our magic?" Snow asked as she came to the middle of the spiral stairs wearing one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers. Seriously, when had she raided his clothes? When she saw the frost covering the loft, her eyes widened. "Wow." She looked down at her sister. "Sex makes your magic do this, sister-o-mine?" She grinned at Derek. "You go, wanna-be."

Frost's cheeks reddened and she ducked her head. Derek laughed as he grabbed her around the waist pulling her back towards him. It was strange hearing the alpha laugh so easily. "The shower was your idea."

She twisted around in his arms. "Worth it."

"I'm going to be sick," Isaac muttered when they started kissing. Something hit him in the back of the head "Hey!" He turned to find one of his socks on the ground behind him and Snow glaring down at him.

"You're a werewolf and it was a sock. It didn't hurt." She stuck her tongue out at him as she threw something else at him. He ducked and she took off when he launched up the stairs after her.

"Bet he doesn't make it through another week," Derek said to Frost. "I almost feel sorry for him."

"What does that mean?" She glared up at him.

"It's Snow." He jerked back when he felt her ice-cold hands on his abs.

"Watch it, werewolf. That's my sister." She continued to glare at him and he raised an eyebrow at her. Her expression softened. "Ok, maybe you have a point, but I think you're biased. Just because she dumped the fairy dust on you and made you..." His lips on hers silenced her.

The ice from earlier had melted and evaporated just like frost on grass in the heat of the sun. The loft gleamed slightly like it had gotten a fresh cleaning. Frost sat on a stool at the table in front of the big glass window casually flipping through one of Derek's books. Her long black hair was braided down the side of her head. She smiled encouragingly at Isaac as she watched him expend his nervous energy. Snow sat on the table. Her legs swung occasionally since she couldn't reach the floor. Her pure white hair fluttered around her head as she moved her head from right to left following his movements.

"I'm starting to not like this idea." Isaac paced back in forth in front of the big window of the loft. Each step was deliberate with heel in front of toe of the other foot. As he moved, he kept clenching and unclenching his hands.

"I know I don't like this idea," Snow said turning to glare at Derek as she slid off the table and leaned her elbows on it. Her sister had run them back to the house to get clothes before they returned to Derek's loft at Snow's insistence. So she was in a pair of skinny jeans and t-shirt.

"It sounds kind of dangerous." Isaac made it all the way across the loft and spun on his heels. "I definitely don't like this idea and I definitely don't like him."

"You'll be fine." Derek never looked up from the book he was reading in the chair closest to Frost.

"Does it have to be him?" Isaac asked looking over to Derek.

"Yes, does it have to be him? Because, personally, I'd like to aid him on his second attempt at the afterlife," Snow muttered as she continued to glare at the alpha wolf.

"He knows how to do it. I don't. It would be more dangerous if I tried doing it myself." Isaac walked over to the table as he listened to Derek talk. When he was beside her, Snow reached over and grabbed his hand twining her fingers through his to keep him from clenching it again. Isaac relaxed slightly. Frost smiled to herself but made no comment.

"You know Scott doesn't trust him, right? Well, personally, I trust Scott." Isaac turned to look at Derek who lifted his head.

"Do you trust me?" Derek looked at Isaac an expectant look on his face.

Isaac mulled it over for a second, but said, "Yeah." Derek looked at Snow waiting for her to answer as well.

"Don't be stupid, wanna-be. Like you even need to ask that." She rolled her eyes at him in disbelief. "I've always trusted you."

Derek looked back down a smile crossing his face where the two teenagers couldn't see. He heard the stool scrape the floor and Frost's hands slid onto his shoulders and she leaned down and wrapped them around his chest before releasing him. She didn't say anything, but he knew she was silently saying that she trusted him too.

"I still don't like him." Isaac said.

"Nobody likes him."

"I'd say my feelings are more along the lines of hate, detest, abhor, loathe."

Snow would have continued with her synonyms but the door creaked as it opened. "Boys," he paused, " and girls, FYI, yes, coming back from the dead has left my abilities somewhat impaired, but the hearing still works. So I hope you're comfortable saying whatever it is that you're feeling straight to my face." Peter swaggered across the room as he spoke stopping in front of Derek and Frost. The table stayed between him and Snow and Isaac. Isaac felt Snow move to go after the older man, but held her in place with their entwined hands. "No," he said quietly.

"We don't like you." Derek snapped the book closed in his hand and threw it on the table as he stood. "Now shut up and help us."

Peter said, "Fair enough," He took in the two women and said, "Frost, a pleasure to see you again." He gave her a smile.

"Peter." She said with a slight nod of her head. Her expression remained blank.

He turned to Isaac and Snow. "And Isaac, who is your friend with the unique hair?" Isaac looked at Derek and Frost in askance as he felt Snow grow rigid at Peter's words.

Derek answered. "This is Frost's sister, Snow."

"Frost and Snow? Unusual names," Peter said giving them a thoughtful look before turning a charming smile on them both. Snow jerked her hand out of Isaac's.

"I hate, detest, abhor, loathe, revile, imprecate, execrate you." Snow said. Her eyes narrowed as she moved to go over the table. Frost cut her sister a glare as Isaac was forced to wrap an arm around her to keep her on the opposite side of the table. Peter raised an eyebrow but never lost his smile.

"Snow. Enough," Frost said in firm voice. Snow remained tense, but she stopped struggling to get out of Isaac's arms. Isaac watched the adults discuss what to do first and she leaned back into his chest slowly letting the anger subside.

They pulled one chair out into the center of the room and Isaac took a seat in it as Peter removed his leather coat. Snow pulled a second chair in front of Isaac's and pulled her feet up on the seat. She wrapped her arms around her knees and propped her chin on them as she watched.

"Relax. I'll get more out of you if you're calm," Peter said. From the side of the room, Derek watched his uncle intently as he walked towards Isaac. Frost stood beside him, leaning her hip on his chair one hand on his shoulder.

"How do you know how to do this again?" Isaac asked turning slightly to keep an eye on Peter as he moved behind him.

"It's an ancient ritual used mostly by alphas since it's a skill that requires quite a bit of practice." Isaac turned to Derek briefly as Peter stepped closer to him. "One slip and you could paralyze someone." Isaac felt Peter's claws brush his nape. "Or kill them." Snow glared up at the older werewolf.

"I'd suggest for your continued good health that neither of those happen," Snow said. Isaac gave her a grateful smile. "I'd be happy to make the rest of your life full of agony."

"Vicious little thing, aren't you?" Peter asked.

Snow just glared at him.

"You've had a lot practice, though, right?" Isaac turned to look at Peter again.

"Well, I've never paralyzed anyone."

Derek and Isaac both came to same conclusion. Isaac asked, "Does that mean that…Agh?" Isaac tensed up and threw his head back as Peter's claws sank into his neck. Peter held him down with his other arm.

"Isaac!" Snow said and made to grab the boy, but Frost moved faster pulling the younger girl away from Peter and Isaac. Meanwhile, Isaac reached up and grabbed onto Peter's arms. Derek tensed up as he watched unsure if the younger werewolf was trying to get away or hang on, but he stayed seated. Frost whispered softly to Snow who nodded and sank back into the chair. Peter's eyes glowed blue as they watched. Then, he convulsed a few times but remained standing. They all remained on edge as they watched Peter try to access Isaac's memories.

Isaac began to fight Peter off. His legs kicked out but slipped on the floor barely missing Snow's chair. Snow reached out a hand tentatively but stopped short of putting it on his leg. She turned to her sister a question in her eyes. Frost nodded and moved back to stand beside Derek. Snow leaned forward and laid her hand on Isaac's leg. He didn't relax completely, but some of the tension left his body and he stilled his movements.

"Wait I see them." Peter convulsed several more times before ripping his claws out of Isaac's neck and turning and falling onto the table. Isaac collapsed forward in the chair bracing his arms on his thighs. He reached one hand up to his neck as Peter stumbled behind him and grabbed Snow's hand with the other.

"What'd you see?" Derek asked coming to his feet as his uncle regained his footing with his back to them.

"It was confusing." Peter flexed his hand. "Images, vague shapes."

Isaac continued to hold onto his neck and Snow as Derek interrogated Peter. "But you saw something."

"Isaac found them."

"Erica and Boyd?" Frost asked.

"I barely saw them. Glimpses."

"But you did see them." Derek said staring at his uncle.

"Worse."

"Deucalion." Derek answered for him.

Peter frowned. "He was talking. Something about time running out." Derek lowered himself back into the chair as Peter spoke. Frost reached down and pulled one of his hands into hers.

"What does it mean?" Isaac asked looking over at Derek and then back at Snow who sat in front him.

Derek hesitated but then answered. "He's going to kill them."

"No, No, No, He didn't say that. He did make them a promise that by the full moon they'd both be dead," Peter said piecing together the disjointed images he'd pulled from Isaac's mind.

"The next full moon?" Snow asked as she looked between the werewolves. "When?"

"Thursday night." Peter said looking over at Derek.

"Well, that doesn't' leave us much time to figure this out, does it?" Frost said when they all remained quiet. "We have a general area based on where Snow and Isaac split up and where Scott and Stiles found their scents with the girl in the warehouse. But how are we going to narrow it down?"

"I don't know," Derek answered honestly.

Later that afternoon, Scott, Stiles, Lydia, and Allison showed up at Derek's loft. Derek filled them in on what they had learned from Isaac's memories. Snow and Allison shared a brief hug as the latter was glad to see her friend healed.

"The girl from the other night is missing. She disappeared out of her hospital room," Scott began.

"After she knocked out and handcuffed the deputy on duty outside her room," Stiles told them.

"Did your dad ever get an ID on her, Stiles?" Frost asked as she sat on a stool beside Derek.

"No, he's still trying."

"Weird thing is the girl showed up looking for Scott at school," Allison interjected.

"For Scott?" Isaac asked.

"Yeah, she knew me by name and asked where he was. Something spooked her though because she nearly broke Lydia's arm and mine before disappearing. But we noticed something strange about the bruise," Allison held out her arm and showed them a bruise and Lydia laid her arm beside her. Allison tried not to glare at Derek, but her expression was unfriendly. "They're exactly the same on both sides."

"It's just a bruise," Derek said with a frown. Frost, however, looked at them closely.

"They're just trying to help," Scott defended the two girls. Lydia mentioned something about a psychological disorder where one saw patterns that weren't there which everyone ignored.

"Help? This one drugged me and helped resurrect my psychotic uncle. Thank you." He said indicating Lydia. "And this one shot about 30 arrows into me and my pack." He looked pointedly at Allison who glared back at him.

Stiles said, "Well, no one died. There might have been some maiming, some mangling. But no one died. I think that's an important distinction." Snow rolled her eyes at the boy, but a smile ghosted across her face. She patted him on the shoulder when no one seemed to agree with him.

"My mother died," Allison said.

"Your family's honor code killed her. Not me." Derek challenged her with his eyes to deny it, before turning and glaring at Scott.

Frost's voice cut through the tension. "Derek, you're being insensitive and an asshole." Several muffled laughs turned to coughs as he glared at the group before meeting her eyes. She'd straightened from where she'd been leaning looking at the bruises. She met and held his gaze until he sighed. He refused to apologize, but acknowledged that she was right with a nod of his head. "And besides there is something there," she waved her hand towards the girls. "Some kind of Celtic symbol. I don't know how it will help us find Erica and Boyd, but I've seen the symbol before. I just can't figure out where." She furrowed her brow as she stared off.

"Maybe since Peter tried and failed to get Isaac's memories back we should ask someone else who knows a lot about werewolves," Stiles said bringing everyone's attention back to him. "Like your boss, Scott." The plan was met with general consensus.

"Dr. Deaton said we should come tomorrow after school," Scott told them as he hung up the phone. "He thinks he knows of something that we can try." If they were able to find the location tomorrow, they would have one day to try and locate the werewolves and rescue them before the night of the full moon began.

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