Ok well here is the next chapter, which is a given, I have plans for the next one BUT here's the sad news, I am going on a small trip leaving tomorrow and not returning till Friday so I'm shooting for Saturday for the next chapter to be up, I know you all can wait till then and I'm also hoping to finish this episode before Monday's new one, I think I can do it, so thanks for reading, and favorites, and alerts, and Reviewing, keep them coming please, thanks everyone.

When Rachel woke she was laying in Derek's bed in an almost empty apartment. "Good the sleeping beauty wakes," Cora spoke up as Rachel groaned from a little pain left over.

"What were you doing fighting one of them anyway?" Peter spoke up coming down the spiral staircase.

"I was getting my revenge if you had to know, Uncle..." she stopped can't believing what came out of her mouth.

"Why would you say that," Cora laughed at the slip of Rachel's tongue.

"I don't know, I'm just tired and the timing felt right," Rachel answered her heart carrying the lie perfectly Cora and Peter staring back at her knowing the statement was a lie. Rachel rolled onto her side looking away from them hoping they would drop it. Peter walked around the bed and bent down staring at Rachel, examining her face and making her slightly uncomfortable. "What?" she asked slightly sitting up.

"I can see it," he smiled wickedly.

"See what?" both girls asked as he looked from Cora to Rachel and smirked back at Rachel.

"You are like her too, she was never a good lier, but I let her think she was." Rachel sighed and tried to roll onto the other side. "So you did see the tape?" Rachel's eyes shot open and she sat up quickly looking at him.

"How did you know about that?"

"Rachel, even when your in a coma like state you are still sometimes connected with your senses. I didn't know what you looked like at the time so sorry for almost killing you," he smirked walking away.

"You knew?"

"We always knew about you, just no one ever said anything because we knew how much it meant to Morgan to protecting you and your family from this world."

"Morgan?" Cora spoke up the name sounding slightly familiar.

"You remember your Aunt Morgan," Peter said sarcastically as Cora looked at Rachel.

"No way," she spoke up in disbelieve. "There is no way she's my cousin," Cora laughed not wanting to believe it.

"Oh there is, sweetheart," Rachel smirked trying to piss the younger girl off. "Believe me it was the last thing I wanted to hear too," Rachel added as Peter laughed. She pointed to him and smiled. "Derek doesn't need to know...not yet," she said seriously as he waved his hands in the air.

"Fine, you tell him, I'd love to see that mess," Peter laughed walking away as Rachel laid back down quickly falling asleep. When she woke again she was in her own home in her own room and her own bed.

"Get up," Isaac yelled as she sat up. Rachel did as he said and got ready for the day as fast as she could before climbing into the car she grabbed breakfast. "We're going to be late," he mumbled as she rolled her eyes seeing they had plenty of time to get there. They pulled into the parking lot and Rachel walked away seeing Stiles standing behind a pole.

"What's going on?" she whispered as he jumped grabbing his back pack. "Sorry," she blushed as he looked at her seriously putting his finger to his lips. They looked around the corner of the pole seeing Sheriff Stilinski talking to two other men. "There was another killing last night?" she said slightly confused as Stiles looked down at her.

"Everyone knows," Stiles said dumbfounded that she didn't.

"Anyone we know?"

"I knew, not you," Stiles answered as they saw his dad look up at them, they stood up and began walking away Stiles holding his bag behind his head.

"You two, stop," Mr. Stilinski shouted as they both stopped Rachel rolling her eyes. "Rachel do you mind..."

"I do, as a citizen I would gladly leave, but that I'm connected to him I have to know," she pointed at Stiles as the Sheriff rolled his eyes.

"They're bringing them in," he said looking at Stiles.

"Dad, you don't see it, they are all..."

"Sacrifices, whatever you want to call them, they killed one of our own," Sheriff Stilinski cut his son off and looked to Rachel. "Now, you two get to class," he demanded as they began walking away.

"Why a police officer?" Rachel questioned looking at Stiles.

"She wasn't just a police officer, Rachel, she was closer friend, Tara helped me with Math when my dad was gone on long nights," he sighed as the bell rang. The three walked into their first class and Rachel sat next to Lydia who was again drawing.

"Is it that tree again?" Rachel asked rolling her eyes as Lydia smiled sarcastically. "Can you at least tell me what it means?"

"Why does a drawing have to mean anything, I mean it's a drawing," Lydia whispered before going back to her drawing. Mrs. Blake immediately started class the second the bell rang talking about idioms something Rachel all to well. Pulling out her phone she noticed three new texts all from an unknown number. She opened them two were blank she jumped with a small scream at the third one as she saw a distorted pale face looking at her. Immediately deleting the picture to save her from anymore torment she looked up noticing everyone was looking at her.

"Rachel, are you ok?" Mrs. Blake asked as she nodded silently.

"I'm sorry, my butt fell asleep," she answered as the class began to laugh. Mrs. Blake nodded and began walking around the room continuing her subject. Scott and Stiles were talking and Rachel ignored them wanting this whole darach and alpha pack to just vanish. When the bell rang she was the first person to leave the room pulling her phone out she called her brother. Stiles and Scott caught up to her trying to pull her away from her phone.

"What was that about?" Scott asked as she put her phone away.

"What was what about?" she asked.

"Back there in class, what did you see?"

"Nothing," she shrugged as Scott pulled her down an empty hall. "I have to get to my locker and then history class can we talk about this later?"

"No, we're going to talk about it now," Scott answered.

"What did you see?" Stiles asked again as she growled a little the blue in her eyes showing, Scott smiled knowing she couldn't scare him.

"I deleted the text so there isn't anything to show."

"But you can tell us," Scott whispered as she sighed knowing there was no way around the subject.

"I saw something, I don't know what it was, maybe the darach, maybe something else, but it was creepy, like a rotting corpse, pale skin, pale cold eyes, scratches, and almost rotting flesh, like something was so scared and in pain, almost as if you wanted to feel bad for it," she said soft almost in a trance.

"Don't feel bad for it," Scott barked pulling her back into reality. "This thing is killing people we know. This is a monster," he added as Rachel nodded.