Derek gnawed off the last bit of chicken from the bone in his hand, his eyes fixed on the bright screen infront of him. With his face strung up in concentration he absorbed every bit of information that the computer had to offer, klicking from page to page, reading every article with inhuman speed.

Scott and Isaac watched him in awe from a corner of the room, none of them daring to disrupt the other werewolf, who was still dressed in nothing but Scott's old bathrobe after having taken a shower.

„What's he doing?", Isaac finally asked his alpha with a hushed voice.

„Learning our history", Scott answered without taking his eyes of the creature that he had waited all his life to meet. „The last 5000 years that he missed. He's been asleep for quite a while, you know."

They watched in fascination as Derek clicked on a page about material art and raised his arms in a simple imitation of the fighter's pose in the pictures. Startled, they took a step back, as he suddenly jumped up and carried his empty KFC bucket towards the open kitchenette. He dropped it with the gnawed off bones into the waste bin, before he turned towards the table and started to rifle through the fast food that Isaac had hurridly brought to appease the supreme being's hunger. Not knowing what exactly the werewolf liked, he had bought a lot of everything, which turned out to be the right decision, since Derek seemed to like to eat a lot of everything.

With one eye on their guest, Isaac turned nervously towards Scott. „Alpha, I know he's been thorugh a lot, but we don't have much time."

Scott blinked as if he's been awaken from a trance and teared his gaze away from Derek, who had picked up another bucket full of fried chicken and walked back to the computer. „Yes, you are right. Uh, you get him some clothes while I talk to him."

Complying his Alpha's command, Isaac rushed out of the room, as Scott slowly walked towards Derek.

„I'm really sorry to interrupt you, but uh-", he said carefully, as he sat down next to the pentacholon. He was already engrossed in the pc again, wolfing down another chicken wing, and didn't show any other sign of listening except for raising an eyebrow in Scott's direction.

„The- uh, the case", Scott said, trying to deliver how urgent this topic was. „With the stones."

Finally, Derek looked up at him, his gaze stern and concentrated.

„Where is it?"

„San Agamat chay bet... envolet!"

„The case was stolen?!", Scott repeated in shock.

Derek nodded his head unfazed and continued to chomp away on his chicken wing.

„Who in God's name would do such a thing?"

Before Derek could answer, Isaac stumbled noisily back into the living room, his arms full of clothes.

„It's- uh, it's for the supreme-", he stuttered and pointed a nervously shaking finger at Derek. He came forward and stumbled over the carpet, dropping all the clothes infront of the older werewolf.

„Oh, sorry. I- I didn't know your size, so I just-"

Derek watched him with curious eyes. „Danke", he mumbled unsure, still trying to get the hang of the human languages.

Scott got up from his seat and paced up and down the room, his face scrunched up funnily as he hardly tried to think. „Yes, there was a blind man with a cane. Came here about a month ago, asking all these questions about the stones. He said he was an art dealer. What was his name? I'm so bad with names."

He shrugged and turned towards the other two werewolfs. Derek was digging through the pile of clothes, pulled out a dark pair of jeans and gave Isaac a fond smile.

„Danke", he said once more, before he dropped the bathrobe and suddenly stood butt naked in the middle of the room. Scott and Isaac stared with big eyes at the wolf, who seemed to have absolutely no problem with being nude infront of them, before they both quickly turned arround embarrassed.

„They really made him-"

„Perfect", Scott finished his beta's sentence. „I know."

„McCall, ikset-kiba. Me imanetaba oum dalat!"

Scott slowly turned back around. Derek had already put on the pants and now tried on a blue and orange stripped tee shirt. It was way to tight for the buff werewolf and if Scott was honest, the bright colours looked a bit ridiculous on the mighty being.

„What did he say?", Isaac asked as Derek tried on black tee shirt in a bigger size.

„He said he knows exactly were they are."

„San Agamat crexu."

„What do you mean the case was empty?", Scott asked in disbelieve. This wasn't how things were supposed to be. The stones were supposed to be in the case and the case was supposed to be brought to Beacon Hills, to keep the dark moon from rising.

Derek started to explain in the werewolves' old language and Isaac looked at Scott expectantly, who quickly began to translate.

„He says the emissaries never really had much faith in humans. They were afraid of being attacked. The stones were given to someone they could trust who took another route. He's supposed to contact this person in a little less than twelve hours from now."

Stunned, Scott turned towards Derek. „Yeah, but who do you have to meet?"

„Banshee", Derek said with a hard accent.

„Banshee?" Scott and Isaac shared a puzzled look, neither of them understanding what he was trying to say.

Derek rolled his eyes and turned towards the computer. Using only his index finger, he slowly tiped something into the search engine and then pointed at the site that came up as a result.

The two men were surprised, but finally understood, as the webpage of Lydia Martin loaded, the infamous opera singer, scientific genius and beautiful banshee.

It took them an hour before they figured out where they could meet Miss Martin as soon as possible. Her next performance seemed to be at the Los Angeles Opera, ticket prizes ranking from 500 $ upwards.

„I got it", Isaac said triumphly as he showed Scott another webpage. "Everything here we need to know about the LA Opera and a detailed blueprint of the entire opera house!"

„Good work, dude!", Scott praised him and excitedly shook Isaac's shoulders. „Now, all we got to do is find a way of getting in there."

„It's not gonna be easy, her show is sold out for month and with all the celebrities watching it, it's going to be guarded like a fortress."

„There must be a way of getting in there", Scott sighed.

A loud knock startled them out of their musings. Isaac jumped up to get the door, but Scott pushed him back down on the chair.

„I'll get it." He walked past Derek, who sat grim looking on the couch and teached himself to use Isaac's cell phone, and opened the door just wide enough to stick his head through.

Four werewolves stood outside, a pair of young twins, a barefooted woman and an intimidatingly big guy.

„Y'all stranded werewolves?"

The four wolves shared a disapproving look, before the tall man spoke up.

„Not really. Deucalion would like to talk to you."

„Deu- who?"

„Deucalion."