"Of course. We know nothing as of right now. But we're sending a search party out to canvas the area."

"How much do you know about the victim?" Cat leaned forward in her seat.

"Everything." Mr. Stilinski sighed.

"Excuse me?"

"The victim is my son, Stiles Stilinski." The sheriff sighed again.

"I see. Will that be an issue?" Catherine asked cautiously.

"No. Stiles has dealt with worse than kidnappings before. I doubt this will phase him much."

"Well, here's the case file we have built up. What we know about the three victims found and the ones missing. I would like to talk to you and his friends if possible. And my partner, you could say would also need to sit in."

"Partner?" He raised an eyebrow at her choice of words.

"Well he's not a cop, he's a doctor, but he's taken many psychology classes and he's great at reading people."

"I'm sure they won't mind. I'll call them in when the search party is done."

"There cops as well?"

"No, they just volunteered to help look."

"Hi, can I help you?" Ms. McCall looked over the ledge of the front desk and greeted the seemingly fine man that walked into Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital.

"Ummm, yes," His voice was shaking, like he wasn't used to dealing with people. She smiled, trying to ease his nerves. "I was wondering if you have any open positions I could apply for."

"Are you looking for a job?" The surprise in her voice was not hidden at all.

"Yes. ER if possible."

"With how much goes down in this hospital it wouldn't surprise me if they have you start today." She chuckled and dropped into a whisper, "Were short staffed. Let me call the director, see if he can see you." She sat back in her chair and picked up the phone, punching in a few numbers as she did. "Hope you're ok with wired, we get a lot of that here."

The man chuckled.

"Hi, Mr. Walzak, it's Melissa, there is a…" She paused and looked at the man.

"Vincent. Vincent Keller." He said quickly.

"Vincent Keller here to see you about a possible ER opening? Would you be able to see him?" She paused. "Oh," A look of surprise crossed her face. "Oh ok, see you in a moment." She hung up the phone. "Follow me please Mr. Keller. Apparently, he wants to see you now." She smiled again. "Told you."

"So you're both werewolves."

"Yes." Scott answered his father as he pulled off his helmet.

His father paused and looked at him. "So if someone shot you with a silver bullet it would kill you?"

"If they hit him in the right spot it would. Like the heart... or the brain. Kinda hard to heal from that." Derek climbed out of his car and walked up to them. Scott still sitting on his bike.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Mr. McCall looked at him.

"The legend that silver kills werewolves is only partly true." Derek looked off into the trees.

"Argent, the French word for silver, is a last name. Remember? Mr. Argent. He and his family are werewolf hunters." Derek paused again and tried to pinpoint a scent. "Scott, can you find Stiles's scent?"

"If I do I'll let you know." Scott stood and started walking into the trees. Motioning for them to follow.

"When did it happen? Because you sure as hell weren't a werewolf as a kid." Agent McCall scoffed.

"The day before school started Sophomore year. Well, night. Stiles came and got me to go out and look for half of a body."

"Half of a body?" The man sounded confused.

"The upper torso of my sister. She was an alpha werewolf." Derek interjected.

"Anyway, we were out when we ran into the sheriff and the search party. Stiles got caught and was sent home. So I started heading back, I didn't want to be out in the woods alone at night. Then there was a stampede of deer, I got knocked over, and dropped my inhaler. Then I saw what they were running from. There was this giant thing with red eyes, I tried to run but it pinned me to the ground and bit into my side. Before I knew it, it was gone and I took off again. Next day after school Stiles and I went back to try to find my inhaler." Scott's long winded speach lasted several strides as the small group walked through the trees.

"You met me." Derek kept pace with Scott's story.

"You tossed me my inhaler."

"Then I stalked you for the rest of the week."

"You did?"

"Why did you need to do that? Mr. McCall asked."

"Because bitten werewolves have rage issues, they don't control their shifts well. On top of that, the full moon was on that Friday." He shrugged.

"So the full moon bit from the lore is true."

"Yes." Scott nodded as they walked.

"In all honesty, Scott surprised me." Derek looked to Scott's father. "He showed more control than I was expecting."

Scott glanced to Derek, "What were you expecting?"

"Something a little bit more along the lines of ripping apart every living thing you see." He suggested with a shrug.

"Before, you said something about bitten werewolves? Aren't you all bitten?" The FBI agent inquired.

"No. There are bitten and born. I'm a born wolf. Scott was actually turned by my uncle, also a born wolf. The only difference really is the level of control. Born wolves are less likely to snap." He paused, "Should we explain the eyes?"

"No, might be too much for now, just let him chew on all that for a bit. Worst comes to worse he learns as he goes." Scott stopped and looked his father over. "Relax," The man was standing stiff as a board. "You're already doing better than Mom." He smirked.

As if on cue, there was an echo of roars shuddering through the trees like an earthquake. Both Scott and Derek were immediately at attention and looking in the same direction. Agent McCall looked around, then back to the two people in front of him.

"What was that?" He asked.

"That was Liam and Hayden. They must have found something. Derek head over with dad, I'm gonna go ahead." With that, Scott broke out into a dead run.

"Anything?" Kira came back into Lydia's room with a pair of water bottles.

"No... Nothing new. The only things in this book that would smell like decomposition would be the ghouls and/or zombies." Lydia sighed in frustration.

"We'll find something." And with that Kira jumped back on the computer.

Catherine made her way to her car. Opening the door she sat down and sighed. Pulling out her phone she went to text Vincent.

"Hey, how's it going at the hospital?"

"Great, didn't care or know who I was. Worked out in my favor. Start tomorrow."

"U free still for the rest of the day? There rare some kids we need to interview."

"Sure. Y do u need me?"

"Because u can tell when people r lying."

"Point."

"Meet me for lunch?"

"Anytime."

"Now?"

"Now."

She smiled to herself and started the car. "Where do u wanna go?"

"Restraint across the street from the hotel?"

"Sure." She pulled out of her parking spot and started the drive.

A.N.: Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it! :)