WARNING: I will warn you, most of this chapter is scenes from the show so don't yell at me for not putting too much original writing in this one but I PROMISE you, it makes sense when you read it. I've written the scenes in a way so that it's still interesting to read even though you saw it on the show. This is also the first chapter to feature a sexual situation. It's my first time writing sex (or anything close to it) so I'm sorry if it turned out bad.

CHAPTER 4- MOTEL CALIFORNIA

Brrrrrrrrngggg! Brrrrrrrrngggg! Brrrrrrrrngggg!

"Hello", Nathan Harris said pushing his long dark hair back. He had been sitting in traffic watching the car in front of him. Inside, there were three teenagers, two girls and a boy, roughly the same age as his own daughter. A week ago, he had been tasked with following the boy, waiting for the signal he was told would come.

"It is time." The voice on the other end said. The caller's voice was hard and raspy. It sent a chill down his spine and made him shiver. "I have insured they will pull over. When they do, use the syringe I gave you and inject the boy with it."

"I just want to know why I'm doing this. What's in the syringe? Will it kill the boy?" Nathan asked, reaching into his glove box for the case the syringe was held in. He was genuinely concerned with the welfare of the boy. Watching him the last week, he saw the boy had a good life and he didn't want to be the cause of his death.

"All you need to know is that the boy is instrumental in the next phase of my plans. The mixture in the syringe will not kill him. It contains equal parts of liquefied vervain and wolfsbane."

"What will it do to him?"

"If you must know, the vervain will stunt the witch's healing ability and the wolfsbane will allow me to take care of some unwanted pests."

"Look, all I want is to talk to my family. I just need to know they're ok." Nathan pleaded. He hadn't seen them since the night the hooded figure appeared in his bedroom to give him this insane task. At first he thought it was crazy when the stranger began speaking of rituals, wolves, and witches but since watching the boy, he began to question many things.

"No, you will see your family when you do what I have asked you to do. I have already killed your brother. Do you want them to be next?!"

"No. Ok, I'll do it. I'll let you know when…" But the man on the other end had already hung up.

A minute later, the car in front of him began to move and soon after, he was pulling up behind them into a roadside rest stop. The two girls climbed out of the car and headed towards a school bus but the boy didn't appear. In fact, he couldn't see his head in the backseat.

Ok Nathan, just get out, stick the kid, and you can get your family back. Easy. He said the kid won't die from this shit so you have no reason to feel guilty about it.

Taking a deep breath, Nathan opened the car door and brushed his sweaty hands across his blue jeans. He bent over and took the case from the car's seat and opening it, took the syringe out before closing the car door.

Nathan took steady steps towards the car, chanting a mantra in his head: you can do this Nathan, you can do this Nathan, you can do this Nathan…..

When Nathan made it to the car, he looked through the window of the backseat and inside he saw the boy lying down asleep. With furtive glances, Nathan carefully opened the door and climbed over the boy's prone form. The boy's breathing was very shallow as Nathan slowly lifted the sleeve of the black shirt the boy was wearing.

Time seemed to tick by slowly and Nathan was practically turning blue from holding his breath. He felt as if he breathed too hard, the boy would wake up and his family would be doomed.

Kid, I am so sorry…

Nathan carefully inserted the needle into the boy's arm and pushed the plunger down, watching the clear liquid slowly disappear into the boy's arm. Nathan watched as the boy's veins began to turn a bright blue color before disappearing and his breathing began to speed up.

Nathan quickly pulled away from the boy, closed the door and still glancing around, hastily made his way back to his car. He was out of breath as his climbed back in and shut the door.

Resting his head against the steering wheel and taking several more calming breaths, Nathan reached into his pocket and dialed the number that would end this nightmare.

"It's done" he said when he heard the person on the other end pick up, "can I talk to them now?"

But Nathan got no response as the one he called hung up.

Little did Nathan know, his family was already dead and soon he would be too.

Bennett's eyes shot open and he took in his surroundings. He remembered that he was still lying in the back seat of Allison's car at the rest stop. He had just returned to his body after astral projecting. It had begun to get dark when Lydia poked her head in to tell him they would be catching a ride with the Cross Country team.

I can't believe I just saved Scott McCall's life. I can't believe I saved a wolves life.

Even though he wasn't particularly fond of Scott or the wolves, he knew that if he had let Scott die when he had the power to help, it would be no different than if he had killed Scott himself. He also knew that Stiles would be a mess if he lost another person he cared for.

Bennett felt like he had been hit by a truck; his head was spinning, his eyes burned, and his mouth was incredibly dry. He quickly pulled his phone from his pocket to tell his mother that he wouldn't be home before climbing out of the car and heading towards the school bus.

As Bennett made his way towards the bus, a dizzy feeling began to overcome him. He could feel sweat beginning to bead up across his pale flesh and his hands were practically vibrating as he climbed the stairs onto the bus. The room was spinning as he walked down the aisle towards his friends in the back. When he was standing next to Boyd, like a puppet being pulled by strings, Bennett couldn't control the spike of magick that shot from his body. He couldn't stop the wave of energy that poured from his pores and assaulted Boyd. And he couldn't halt his words as he opened his mouth and whispered in Boyd's ear.

"Le selma enyalli ucare has. Her oransa!"

The instant he uttered those words, Bennett could feel his magick snap back into his body and he was able to move again. Muttering a "sorry" in Boyd's direction, Bennett made his way to the back of the bus where Lydia, Allison, Stiles, and Scott were sitting and plopped himself down into a seat. The others were chattering away but the only thoughts that were running through Bennett's mind were questions; one question in particular.

What the hell is going on with me?!

The cold feeling settling in the pit of his stomach told him he didn't want to know the answer to his question and a voice, much louder than his own, was screaming that the night had only just begun.

…a bunch of degenerates like yourselves. You'll be pairing up. Choose wisely." Coach Finstock screamed, standing in front of the crowd of teenagers. "And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants, you got that?! Keep your dirty little hands, to your dirty little selves!"

The meet had been postponed so they were all now forced to sleep at a scummy motel- The Motel Glen Capri. Each person began filing up to the coach and grabbing a key from his hand. Stiles and Scott, Lydia and Allison, Isaac and Boyd, and Ethan and Danny all roomed together, leaving Bennett the only one without a roommate.

"Uhh..coach, I don't have a room." He said, crossing his arms across his chest and glaring at Stiles who sent an apologetic look and shrugged shoulders back at him.

"Well Rosenberg, don't look at me. You're not my type. JARED!" Coach Finstock yelled to Jared's retreating back. "You're rooming with Bennett!"

"Great," Bennett replied, looking over at the boy who was sick hours ago "I get to sleep next to Chunks all night."

When they entered the room and threw their things down, Bennett turned to Jared.

"Are you ok? Cuz I would prefer if your little Exorcist routine didn't have an encore."

At this Jared looked over at Bennett, a look of disgust on his face. "Listen faggot, I don't want you looking at me while I change and you better stay over on your side of the room. I don't wanna catch whatever the hell it is you've got." He sneered.

"Well well well, looks like Mr. Kirk Cameron over here has shown his true colors! You weren't so bold when you were giving bulimics a run for their money on the bus an hour ago!" Bennett replied, raking his fingers through his tangled hair.

"Everyone else just sits around and accepts the fact that all you little homos are just multiplying all over the place and we're all supposed to just be ok with that shit?! No. Just keep away from me." Jared said, turning his back towards Bennett. "And don't look at my ass."

Rolling his eyes, Bennett fell onto his bed. "I'll try and contain myself Michelle Bachmann. How about you just sit over there in your little corner and pray to your gods- Hitler, Eminem, and Anita Bryant. I have better things to do than breathe your bigot air."

Jared's only reply was a mumbled "disgusting faggot" before taking his bag and going into the bathroom. Bennett had to resist every urge in his body not to injure the boy but he knew it would do no good. Jared's words didn't hurt Bennett, he had heard them his whole life, it was just the whole situation that had taken him by surprise. He had always wondered why everyone at this school was so strangely tolerant of the gays who went there.

I won't physically hurt him, Bennett thought to himself, I would feel like shit about it afterwards.

With that thought, inspiration struck Bennett. Opening his channels and allowing his magick to spill out, Bennett raised his finger towards the closed bathroom door, his green eyes turning black.

Fuisinna! Bennett muttered as his magick shot from his body and into the bathroom. Almost immediately, a loud groan could be heard followed by the unmistakable sound of Jared releasing his bowels violently into the toilet.

Twenty minutes later Jared was still in the bathroom when there was a knock on the door. Smiling, Bennett got up and opened the door, the sight of Stiles' smiling face on the other end.

"I know you're mad at me and dude, I'm sorry, but I haven't gotten to hang out with Scott in a long time!" Stiles said, giving Bennett his best puppy dog look.

Sighing, Bennett moved to the side giving Stiles a silent invitation.

"Actually," Stiles said "I'm going on a snack run, wanna come with?"

"Yea, sure." Bennett replied, slipping his boots on.

Stiles and Bennett walked downstairs to the vending machine, Bennett recounting his encounter with Jared.

"Dude, I didn't know he was such an asshole." Stiles replied, rummaging in his pockets for change. "Hey, there's Boyd! Yo!"

Boyd was staring blankly at the vending machine, his eyes holding no recognition of his surroundings. Upon their approach, he began slowly punching in the numbers of his selection, continuing to ignore the pair.

"Hey, that was the same thing I was gonna get." Stiles smiled, looking over at Boyd's blank expression. The coil in the machine slowly twisted as the peanut butter crackers Boyd chose got stuck.

"Oh. Hang on; I got a patented method for this. Don't worry." Stiles replied. Before Stiles could demonstrate it, Boyd punched the glass and grabbed the crackers, bringing the coil with him. Stiles and Bennett just stood there watching him as he walked away.

"What the hell was that?!" Bennett asked, reaching in and grabbing snacks from the broken machine.

"I have no clue." Stiles replied, grabbing his own snacks. "But maybe he should leave the decaf alone."

Bennett chuckled as they made their way back up the stairs. When they reach Stiles' door, the feeling he had on the bus began to creep back into Bennett. The hallway began to spin and Bennett could feel himself losing balance.

"Whoa dude! We need to get you in bed! Scott! Open the door!" Stiles said, pounding on the door and getting no answer. "Shit!"

Stiles hefted Bennett up and wrapped his arm over his shoulders as he half-carried, half-dragged a groaning Bennett to his own room. When they got to the door, Stiles twisted the knob and threw Bennett onto the bed.

"Go Stiles, I'll be fine, I just need to sleep." Bennett said, trying to get Stiles away from him. He could feel himself slipping out of consciousness and it was taking all of his strength not to let it go. The edges of his vision were darkening and he knew he couldn't hold it back much longer.

"No, I'm staying here. You need me."

Knowing he was fighting a losing battle, Bennett closed his eyes and opened his mind, releasing a small amount of magick and directing it at Stiles. Connecting their minds, Bennett whispered a command into Stiles' consciousness, his face temporarily going slack.

Stiles, leave this room right now. You will remember me healthy. You will remember dropping me off and going back to your room.

Stiles robotically opened the door and walked back into his room as Bennett began slipping into unconsciousness and darkness claimed his mind.

There were many things in the world Isaac Lahey didn't know. He didn't know if Derek was dead or alive, he didn't know why he was trapped in this dirty hotel room, and he didn't know that Bennett Rosenberg's astral form had just entered his room. Bennett was completely invisible to Isaac; undetected even by his wolf senses. If Isaac had seen Bennett, he would have seen the way Bennett's lifeless eyes glowed a bright purple. He would have seen his form move towards him. He would have seen when Bennett leaned over him and whispered the words "Le turava edraith cin vanwie. Enyal ullume!"

Bennett's magick took instant effect on Isaac. His eyes grew dim, his mind began to cloud, and he felt himself fall into a deep sleep.

One minute, Boyd was getting off of the school bus to enter the motel they were staying at for the night, and the next minute he found himself standing with an ice bucket in his hands. He vaguely remembered talking to Stiles and Bennett and he could almost recall telling Isaac he was going to grab ice but now, standing in front of the freezer, he had no real clue why he was there.

"Her oransa!"

Boyd spun around, thinking he heard a voice behind him. The voice sounded familiar but he couldn't place the voice with a face. Shaking off the encounter, he continued on to the freezer, opening the door and filling the ice bucket. He had the oddest taste in his mouth, almost like the taste of pennies. Weird he thought to himself.

"Don't…don't leave me…"

Boyd could hear the voice again. This voice was different from the first and it was coming from the freezer. Facing scrunching in confusion, Boyd began moving the ice around, searching for the voice.

"You weren't supposed to leave me…"

Boyd knew that voice. It was the same voice that had haunted his dreams for years. It was Alicia's voice. But she's dead! He rationalized with himself. Boyd continued moving the ice around and he could see a form under the ice.

"Alicia?!"

"Why did you leave me?"

"Alicia?"

Finally moving all of the ice, Boyd could clearly see a face. It was Alicia's face. Boyd gave a start when he saw the body of the girl he long believed was dead. She looked so peaceful lying in this icy coffin.

Boyd jumped back in surprise when he realized the girl's eyes were open and staring right at him. Dropping the bucket, Boyd ran as far away from the freezer as his strong legs could take him. Far away from the memory. Far away from the blame. The only thing Boyd could do was run.

"Enyal ullume!"

Isaac's eyes opened to the sound of footsteps. He didn't remember ever going to sleep but he found himself lying on the motel bed, distant footfalls drifting through the air. A sense of familiarity flared up in his body, memories of a past he believed long gone festering in his mind.

"Boyd?" he asked, eyes grazing across the empty room. He could hear the pattering of rain and the rumble of thunder just outside the window but when he looked outside, the dark sky held no signs of a storm.

Closing his eyes, Isaac began to realize the sounds he thought were thunder and rain, had a metallic clink to them. It actually sounded like chains were rattling, the sound growing louder and louder.

Lifting himself from the bed, Isaac frantically looked around the room for the origins of the sounds when he heard a voice that made his blood run cold.

"Hand me the 7/16th wrench… what the hell, this is the 9/16th, you moron! You know what the difference between a 7 and a 9 is dumbass…" the voice of his father echoed through the room.

Isaac may not have remembered much of tonight, but he did remember the night his father had asked him for the wrench, the words rolling off his tongue as he recalled that night.

"You know the difference between a 7 and a 9...it's a stripped bolt." Isaac replied, hearing the words as if they had happened yesterday and not years ago. His heart was racing and he had a faint metallic taste in his mouth. His breath began to hitch. He knew what was coming next.

"A stripped bolt…"

"I'm sorry…I didn't…" Isaac began, the encounter replaying itself in his mind. "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to shut up…"

"I want you to shut up… shut up… shut up! What can I do? I can't fix this now! I can't fix this now!" Isaac could feel himself losing control; he could feel the tears prickling in the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill out. But mostly he could feel the terror; a fear he long since tried to bury. "I can't fix it… fix it..."

"I can't even close it now…grab the chain…"

"What?!" Isaac replied to the phantom voice. "Get in, I said get in. Get in."

"Did you hear me boy?! I said get in the damn freezer!..."

As if an invisible force lifted him, Isaac was thrown onto his back on top of the bed, panic racing through his veins. He pulled his pillow over his head, hoping to shut the sounds out and for a moment, Isaac believed he had. All was silent as Isaac pulled the pillow away from his head, turning over to lie on his back.

He was trapped. The grungy hotel room was gone, replaced by the one thing that was guaranteed to stop this wolf in his tracks. He was back in the freezer. The freezer his father kept him locked up in the basement of their house. And as the lid closed down on him all Isaac could do was scream.

Bennett walked through the motel, blank eyes still fiercely glowing an eerie purple. He had just left Isaac's room and he was on his way towards his next victims. He didn't know why he was doing this. He wasn't even aware of the situation at all. His astral body was being moved against his own will and tomorrow he wouldn't remember any of it.

He made his way across the parking lot to Scott and Stiles' room. On the way, his lifeless eyes glanced at the sign hanging behind the counter of the reception desk reading "198". Lifting his hand up and feeling along the lines of his magick, Bennett accessed his power and flipped the sign until it read "201". With a ghostly smile, Bennett continued on his way. He still had work left to do.

Scott was in the bathroom washing his face when he heard the familiar ringtone of his phone. Walking over to the bed, he picked it, glancing at his mother's name illuminated on the tiny screen.

"Hey mom, what's up?" He asked. He could hear nothing but static on the other end. When his mother's voice finally came through the phone, she was speaking in a language Scott didn't recognize.

"I amar nacin athrad anmorco. Lant nuinyes!" She replied, her voice having an odd overlapping quality to it, as if 2 people were talking at once.

"Mom? What's wrong?" Scott asked, the static instantly clearing up. He could hear her sniffling on the other end. Concern welled up in Scott like a tidal wave. He hated to hear his mom cry, something he used to hear a lot of when he was a child. She would try to do it late at night when she thought he was asleep but he could still hear her. That same pain and sympathy he had back then struck him hard in his heart, a metallic flavor working across his tastebuds.

"I'm sorry; he just came into the house. I tried to stop him. I'm sorry…"

"Who? Mom-mom, where are you?" He replied. Who would do this to my mother he wondered.

"Outside. Look outside."

Scott turned and headed towards the window on the other side of the room, pushing aside the dingy white curtains hanging from its frame. Outside, he could see his mother being held captive by Deucalion, his claws set against her throat, the threat of decapitation hanging in the air.

"Scott, can you hear me?" Deucalion asked, his voice reverberating back at Scott through the cell phone.

"What do you want?

"Isn't it obvious? You're an alpha now Scott."

"I'm not, Derek- Derek could still be alive, he could..he could.."

"Derek is dead. You know he is so now I'm coming for you. You and everyone you love. I'm coming for all of them!" Deucalion pronounced, sliding his clawed hands across Ms. McCall's neck, ripping her throat out. She clutched uselessly at her throat as her body collapsed underneath itself. All Scott could do was watch.

Bennett walked through Scott's door, his power flaring around him like a cape. He had just cast a spell on Scott; the same spell he had cast on Boyd and Isaac. The spell was designed specifically for each one of them and it was made to kill them. Bennett's body was still in his room, sleeping peacefully but his consciousness was on another plane, using magick like a parlor trick and making the wolves suffer. The Darach knew he could never end the wolves himself so he enlisted the aid of the witch. But he was also aware the witch would never do it willingly so he devised a plan to use him to get what the Darach wanted and so far, all had worked out perfectly. The Darach had never anticipated that Bennett's innate hatred towards the wolves would cause him to exact vengeance on all of them. Even the wolf that wouldn't have otherwise been a problem. Wolfsbane is such wonderful thing.

Ethan was finally getting what he wanted. He had been waiting two weeks now to hook up with Danny but Danny had always insisted they wait. Something about tonight, though, made Danny throw caution to the wind and indulge in his own carnal needs.

Ethan was on top of Danny, straddling his muscular form as their tongues was locked in battle, each wanting to win and dominate. They were both shirtless and could both feel their hardness pressed against each other, eliciting moans from their mouths. Danny groaned as Ethan pushed his large bulge harder into Danny's. The room was hot and stuffy and their jeans were the only barrier between them and Nirvana.

"Le belthlihud. Hi hain selma belthle!"

Ethan froze, glancing at Danny's red, swollen lips before looking into his brown eyes. Everything in Ethan wanted him to ravage Danny's willing body and claim it for himself but there was something that was off and Ethan could feel it.

"Did you hear that?" he asked, pushing Danny down as he attempted to crush their lips back together.

"No." Danny replied, wrapping his hand around Ethan's neck, reuniting their lips in a fiery display.

Ethan's hand danced across Danny's supple pecs lightly teasing his brown nipples eliciting a throaty moan from Danny, his grip tightening around Danny's neck. Ethan moved away from his lips, kissing his way along Danny's jaw line to his neck, causing Danny to throw his head back and arch into the touch as Ethan attacked his neck with fervor.

As Ethan's hands continued downward, so did his tongue, licking its way across Danny's large chest, nipping and biting Danny's nipples. Danny raked his fingers through Ethan's short hair, pushing him further down his chest, silently asking Ethan to take him to new heights. It had been too long for both of them and they were ready to express themselves vigorously. The instant Ethan's fingers touched the button on Danny's jeans, a sharp, intense pain shot through him, climbing up his spine in a symphony of torturous needles.

"What? What's wrong?" Danny asked when Ethan pulled back from him, pain etched in his face.

"Nothing, just give me a minute." Ethan replied, climbing off of Danny, discreetly adjusting himself as he quickly went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Ethan ran to the mirror, checking himself over. He could feel something inside of him, trying to claw its way out. It almost felt like it did when he and his brother merged but much more painful. It reminded him of when they first learned they could merge into one person, that first time when they passed out because it had hurt so much. But that was a long time ago. When they still had a real pack. When they still had a real family.

Spitting into the sink to rid his mouth of the metallic taste in it, Ethan continued giving himself a once over. The pain came back three times worse and glancing in the mirror, Ethan could see a hand and a face stretching across his stomach, trying to push itself through his skin. Ethan quickly ran out of the bathroom, grabbing his shirt and mumbles a quick explanation to a bewildered Danny before racing out of the door. One thought on his mind. A thought to carve the beast out of him. And all that was left for Ethan to do is find a knife.

Bennett had just finished casting the spell on Ethan. The spell that would make Ethan try to end his own life. He was done. The task the Darach implanted in him was complete and the only thing left was to return to his body, completely unaware of the role he played that night.

Bennett could feel his body beckoning his soul back to it, urging them to return to being whole again. Bennett slowly made his way back towards his room, his purple eyes beginning to lose most of their glow as he silently walked through each room to his own, the patrons unaware of the specter. The patrons of the motel had been unaware of a lot of things, especially the many shades that were tied to this macabre motel. Some wandered, some screamed, but most replayed their deaths over and over again.

When Bennett finally made it to his body, he leaned over expecting to be pulled back in but something was stopping him. An invisible force was keeping him from his body. Bennett could feel himself being pulled back in the direction he had just come from, ordering his body towards unknown parts.

Bennett arrived to the deserted motel room just as Stiles and Lydia stopped Ethan from gutting himself with the handsaw, the spell on Ethan breaking when he ran into the space heater. Bennett could feel the power binding him and Ethan together break as well, the spell unraveling before his very eyes. Bennett watched as Stiles, Lydia, and Allison ran from the room. And the only thing that was left for Bennett to do was wait.

This is where they all were. Scott, still under Bennett's spell, stood in a puddle of gasoline, a burning flare in his hands, ready to fall at any moment. Stiles, Allison, and Lydia had successfully broken the spells over the other three wolves, slowly loosening the bindings that kept Bennett from returning to his body. Bennett was standing behind Scott, whispering in his ear, repeating the spell that would accomplish the Darach's task. Stiles stood in front of Scott, trying to convince him to stop. Lydia and Allison stood away from the scene, fear all over their faces.

"Scott, just listen to me," Stiles said, tears in his eyes. He hated seeing Scott like this; he knew this wasn't Scott talking. "You're not no one, ok? You're someone. Scott, you're my best friend and I need you. Scott, you're my brother, alright? So if we're gonna do this, you're gonna just have to take me with you."

They were all crying as Stiles reached towards Scott and pulled the flare from his hands, throwing it to the ground away from the gasoline. Bennett could feel his powers fading; he could feel the Darach's control over him fading as well. The Wolfsbane was beginning to wear off. In a last ditch effort, the Darach commanded Bennett to finish it. Finish it all!

Violet eyes flaring, Bennett reached his hand out, aimed at the flare on the ground still emitting fire.

"Laume edraith!" Bennett yelled, calling the wind to his command. Even though there was no wind on the astral plane, he could see the red wisps of mist that was his magick urging the wind in the real world to bow to him. He was still slipping away and with one last push, he commanded the wind to push the flare into the gas and the wind obeyed, instantly engulfing Bennett and the boys in flames.

Bennett could see through the flames that Lydia had pushed Stiles and Scott out of the kerosene before it ignited. He could see Lydia staring right at him through the inferno. He could see her confusion. He could see her fear. He could see darkness….

Bennett was jolted awake by the sound of Coach Finstock banging on the door of his motel room. He glanced around the room, seeing Jared curled in the fetal position on his bed, his skin even paler than it was the night before. The memory of the curse he placed on him last night made Bennett smile.

"Rise and shine savages! Time to hit the road!" the coach screamed walking to the next door and repeating the action.

Bennett felt terrible. He couldn't understand how he was so exhausted when he had a full night's rest. He felt a weariness that seemed to penetrate his soul and there was a coppery metallic taste on his lips. He reluctantly pulled himself from the bed and made his way to the bathroom, ready to take on a day that had already seemed way to long.

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

First lemme say that the last scene where Lydia sees Bennett in the fire, Bennett is not the Darach. Lydia just happened to see the Darach instead of Bennett. I also think the show should just jump on my witch bandwagon cuz it easily explains how she's immune to the bite and how she keeps seeing and hearing things no one can. Just saying. If it happens, I called it.

This chapter threw me a curveball! I thought it was gonna be another day but it turned out to be a continuation of the last episode. The hard part came because most of the scenes in this episode had the characters talking about the wolves and past events and these are things Bennett isn't supposed to know about but I had to find a way to put him in the scenes.

What confused me was that I know Wolfsbane causes hallucinations but they all seemed like they were being controlled, which is why I had Bennett the one controlling them instead of the Darach. And if it was the coach's whistle why wasn't everyone on the bus affected, including the coach who would have probably inhale some of it?

I decided to make Jared (the boy who vomited on the bus) a homophobe because it always bothered me that everyone at Beacon Hills was SO tolerant of Danny and Ethan *cough*and Stiles/Derek*cough*. That's just not realistic.

TRANSLATIONS:

Le selma enyalli ucare has. Her oransa! (Boyd's curse)- You will pay for your failures. Take responsibility!

Fuisinna! (Jared's curse)- Be disgusted by this!

Le turava edraith cin vanwie. Enyal ullume! (Isaac's curse)- You cannot escape your past. Never forget!

I amar nacin athrad anmorco. Lant nuinyes! (Scott's curse)- The world is your cross to bear. Fall under it!

Le belthlihud. Hi hain selma belthle! (Ethan's curse)- You killed your pack. Now they will kill you!

Laume edraith!- No escape!