The next morning was a bit tense and everyone was ready to leave. After Isaac's death, the vacationing mood was killed and no one felt the need of a vacation anymore. The body was ready to be taken back to Isaac's brother for a proper burial.

The day matched the mood of the tenants. It was a bit dark looking like a sign of bad weather approaching. The bags were packed and ready to go. Everyone waited in the living room, but avoided the sofa as if it was the plague.

"I wonder what is taking the boat so long to get here." Kira pondered aloud. She and Erica came from outside the balcony in search of the boat.

"Well, it is a bit early." Lydia stated. She was fidgeting as is she was about to jump out of her own skin. It was a miracle she slept at night.

"I'm getting hungry just waiting here." Scott announced. Not everyone wanted to eat breakfast that morning, but everyone thoughts ran into together once again.

"Scott, can you not think about food? I'm sure the boat will some food ready for us. After all it was a long journey." Jackson said using his annoyed tone. He was not much of an early bird, but he refused to stay on the island any longer.

"Hey Erica, how did the weather look?" Boyd asked, leaning against the stairs.

"It looks a bit gloomy. The boater did say we are to expect bad weather. I don't think I should be thinking such negative thoughts." She replied.

"So how did everyone sleep?" Derek asked. Of course, which was probably the stupidest thing he could have even asked.

"I slept like a baby. I'll admit that." Stiles confessed, leaning against the wall. He wasn't a morning person despite his hours at the hospital.

"Hey Stiles could you come with me and check on Allison?" Scott asked. Allison wasn't even up yet and he thought that maybe she was still not feeling well.

"Sure." He responded and both went upstairs to check on the sleeping beauty.

"I really don't like this island. I wish the boat would hurry up." Erica complained.

"I just remembered someone should notify Brett and Satomi that the vacation has been cut short." Jackson remembered.

"Yeah that'll be done we get off this God forsaken island." Lydia noted.

The outside was now getting dark as the sun was now being covered by the clouds. The winds remain calm. They weren't stupid that meant storm was about to start and soon as well. By the mantle, Boyd was examining the wolves hanging on the wall and noticed that there were only eight hanging.

"Strange, I thought there were nine of these hanging on the wall." He voiced with concern.

"Yeah, there should be." Kira told him.

"Because there are only eight left." Jackson realized looking up at the wall himself.

In at that moment, Scott and Stiles returned from upstairs with no Allison in sight. Stiles' face was pale and Scott looked close to having tears in his eyes.

"Allison's dead." Was all Scott could manage to say.

"She died in her asleep. I gave her some sleeping pills to help with the stress and headache. Scott checked on her before lights out and said she looked content just sleeping," Stiles reported to them, "It may have been her heart, but we won't know for sure until someone examines the body." He concluded.

Derek walked over to him and wrapped Stiles in his arms. Nothing made Derek more uncomfortable than an upset Stiles (Everyone knew he had a soft spot for him, but call him out on it and he will either punch you or glare at you for an eternity).

"Guys I don't think that boat is coming." Jackson said silently.

"And why the hell not?" Erica demanded. Jackson doesn't really give her an answer expect for a head-jerk towards the window. The ocean looked like it pissed off. The high waves looked as if to threaten to take the whole house to the ocean floor.

"Well, I guess that means we are eating here then." Lydia, Erica and Kira headed for the kitchen, while Derek had Stiles on a loveseat still comforting him.

"Thanks Derek. I know comforting people isn't your thing." He said with a fond smile.

"I'm starting to think that we aren't the only ones on this island." Scott said quietly. The guys looked at him as if he were crazy. "Think about it Isaac and Allison's death can't be a coincidence." He explained to them.

"One's an incident, two's a coincidence..."Stiles told them.

"That's all the more reason to get off this creepy ass island!" Erica yelled from the kitchen. Lydia and Kira laughed at Erica's outburst, but deep inside they were thinking the same thing.

"Alrighty guys time to eat up." Kira announced from the kitchen. No one wanted eat in a room with a body of a friend occupying it.

"You guys go ahead I'll be there in a minute. " Boyd said. He went outside on the balcony and sat down in one of the chairs. His mind was filled with all sorts of ideas. The idea that two deaths had occurred on his watch was unsettling. More so of the fact that there could be someone else on the island.

Meanwhile in the kitchen everyone stood around, "You know sometimes I wish there were warning signs of when bad things are about to happen." Scott said really just picking at his food.

He wasn't the only one. They all were. Losing two people they cared about was really starting to take its toll on them, "Why didn't I notice it before!" Stiles said coming to a realization. Derek who was standing next to him made a body twitch.

"I saw that." Jackson said. Derek said nothing towards him.

"It's that cursed nursery rhyme." Stiles shared with them.

"What do you mean by that Stilinski?" Erica asked. Stiles chose to ignore the use of his last name because Erica only did it when she was getting irritated.

"Think about it," Stiles claimed, "Ten little wolves going out to dine," Stiles recited.

"One choked himself and then there were nine." Erica finished.

"That's sounds exactly like what happened to Isaac." Kira murmured.

"Nine little wolves sat up late, one overslept himself and then there were eight." Jackson recited the next line.

"Allison." Scott said.

Everyone looked at each grasping the two strange coincidences. "Ok, so then what was that next stanza?" Lydia asked.

"I think they were supposed to travel to some place called Devon." Derek recalled.

"That's right eight little wolves traveling to Devon, one got left behind and then there were seven." Scott answered.

"One got left behind. Hmmm…" Jackson thought about the stanza. He looked around as well and noticed there were only six people in the kitchen.

"Boyd," Erica gasped, "He went outside to get some air." No one was needed to be told what to do.

They all ran out to the balcony and were appalled at what they found. Kira and Erica let out their loudest screams. Scott covered Lydia's eyes so she couldn't see and Derek held Stiles back. There on the balcony laid Boyd.

Not being able to deal with seeing another body, Jackson covered the arch with the windows curtains.

Boyd's body was mangled. He had his throat slashed right through his vocal cords so his cries for help were useless, but that wasn't the jest of it. His arm was bent in a twisted angle almost as if it were broken. His hands were missing his fingers, which were in his eye sockets. Since the fingers were in the position of the eyes, which meant the eyes were somewhere else. That somewhere else was in his mouth. He was facing towards the arc. It was almost as if someone climbed onto the balcony and attacked him from behind. Since the murderer did slash the throat first, Boyd was blessed with already being dead.

"We can't leave him out there like that." Erica said in a whisper. She was near the stairs trying desperately to get away for the horrid image she saw.

"We don't have a choice at the moment." Lydia said. She speared only a glance of the body, but with all the blood, she saw she knew it had to be something bad.

"It's official then, someone else is on this island with us." Kira said.

Derek noticed how bad Stiles was shaking and wrapped him up in his arms. In all of the years Stiles had worked in the hospital he had never come across anything like this. None of them had.

Jackson noticed this and felt a ping of annoyance and anger towards the action. "Hey! Will you two lovebirds save that for another time? Our friends are being killed." He yelled.

Derek and Stiles just looked at him with guilty expressions on their faces. Derek actually had the urge to throw the boy through a wall, but then his therapy sessions came to him. It must've shown on his face because Scott immediately jumped to their defense.

"Leave them alone Jackson. They are just comforting each other as we all should." Scott said wanting to avoid an intense argument that was sure about to blow, but before the fire could ignite…

"Guys another wolf is missing from the wall." Kira said. She was looking straight ahead. By the look on her face, they knew she wasn't lying.

"Shit." Lydia said.

With that response, a sudden roll of thunder shook the whole house. "The storm is here." Stiles said. He didn't know how true his statement was, but he was going to find out wither he liked it or not.