A/N:

Not late per se but better than two months, right? I've been feeling very inspired since I watched the season 5 trailer and I have been writing non stop the season 4 story. I have a feeling you will LOVE it. But yes, let's focus. The fun is just about to begin, and so many things will make sense. You just wait for it.

I won't ramble, but, but, but, reviews? Please? Thank you-

Eva hopped off Scott's dirt bike and turned to him as she handed him the extra helmet, "I sent Deaton the photos and hopefully by the time you go to him he'll have something." Eva started, then nervously licked her lips as she turned to glance over her shoulder at the Martin household. Scott tucked the helmet back in before he turned to her, "Eva," He started, and the brunette flickered her gaze back to his, her hazel hues holding an odd intensity that Scott never seen before.

"That makes me sound like a hypocrite, but," He took a deep breath, "You couldn't have saved these people, even if you wanted to. You couldn't have."

Eva frowned a little, shaking her head slowly, "Of course I could have…I have…all this power."

"I know how that feels like." Scott muttered quietly, "I know what it feels like to have so much power, but to be too scared to use it because you might just go too far, and cross the line that keeps you human." Scott summed up what Eva had been feeling, before he let a small smile curl on his lips, "It's how I've been feeling ever since I became an alpha. Ever since Ducaleon told me what I could be capable of. Ever since I saw what he did. You saw what your aunt did. And that scares you." Scott finally breathed out, "You couldn't have saved them."

"Does it still scare you?" She whispered after a long moment, setting aside that they could be running on a clock right now.

"It does. It always has." Scott shrugged a little, "Especially now."

"Why now?" Eva frowned, crossing her arms over her chest as she shifted her weight on her legs.

"Because…" Scott started quietly, then shrugged, "Because my anchor was Allison, and she kept me human. And I don't have Allison anymore." Scott peered up Eva slowly, "Right now I just try to keep in mind that I need to protect all of you. That you're my pack, my family, and it's my responsibility. That's what keeps me human. My mom told me to be own anchor. So there's that as well. I just don't know how long it might work."

Eva's eyes drifted to the ground, her chest rising as she took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. "We're freaking spiderman." Eva mumbled, and looked up at Scott again. Eventually, they both chuckled. "With great power comes great responsibility." Scott quoted off the comic, then reached out to take her hand, "Just don't be so hard on yourself, okay?"

Eva nodded slowly, before she stepped forward when Scott tugged at her arm. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly, her own arms reciprocating, before she eventually pulled away, "Thanks, Scott." She smiled at him, before she took another step back as he put on his helmet and sped away.

Eva breathed out before she looked down at her phone, texting Kira. She told her to meet here so they could all head to Lydia's place, but when Kira sent no replies back, Eva turned around and stomped her way along the driveway and up to the porch, where she rang the bell once.

Lydia opened the door, her eyes meeting Eva's before she gave her a silent consent as she stepped aside. Eva walked in to find Allison waiting behind Lydia, "Isaac just told me he was heading to Deaton's." She announced, "So are Aiden and Ethan." Lydia added, and Eva nodded, "Good."

Before anything, Eva turned to Lydia and frowned, "How are you? Are you okay?" Eva asked, and Lydia shrugged once as she let a corner of her mouth stretch into a small smile. "I've had better days." Lydia's expression immediately shifted, "Look, I don't know much…about how this works. I never paid attention to it, not until all those murders began happening again anyways."

Allison and Eva exchanged worried glanced before they turned to Lydia, "What do you feel?" Allison asked, and Lydia pressed her lips into a hard line before she gestured for the two brunettes to follow her up the stairs to her room. She brought out a small notebook and held it out to Eva, "It's not what I've been feeling," Lydia started, "It's what I've been writing."

Eva frowned as she felt her fingers curl around the notebook's spine hesitantly, her eyes drifting up to Allison's face, before she opened the notebook and looked down. "I'm the part of the bird that's not in the sky…I" Eva sucked in a sharp breath as her eyes trailed over the rest of the riddle, "Oh my god."

"Eva?" Allison frowned, and Lydia's eyes flickered nervously between the two brunettes.

"That's…" Eva swallowed thickly and closed her eyes, "That's the riddle…the boy in Eichen House kept saying before he hung himself." Eva finally recalled, even though it seemed as though Eva was clawing the memory out of the deepest pits of her mind. She flipped through the first twenty or thirty pages, all filled with the same riddle until it shifted, "We follow, we lead…" Eva closed her eyes, her throat closing up as her eyes trailed over the rest of the riddle, before she flipped through the pages until she found the third riddle, "At night I come without being fetched, at day I leave without being stolen."

Eva almost closed the notebook, "Turn the pages." Lydia instructed, and Eva looked up at her, frowning, before she flipped through the pages until she read the single line that was written almost exactly in the middle of the page, only once.

"Everyone has it but no one can lose it."

Eva looked up at Lydia and shook her head slowly, "These riddles have to mean something."

Allison chewed on the inside of her cheek and looked up when she heard the doorbell ring. The girls moved in unison downstairs, allowing Lydia to open the door. However, when the girl stepped back almost immediately, Eva knew it wasn't Kira, and she stepped forward to see the one person she actually harbored feelings of hatred towards.

As if on instinct, Allison stepped in front of her friends, her height almost hovering over the short two. "What are you doing here, Peter?" She asked, narrowing her eyes.

"I couldn't help but over hear you girls having a slumber party, and I decided to pop in and ask if you needed anything. Pillows, maybe cucumber slices? Nose strips?" Peter rolled his eyes, before his eyes found Eva's, "I'm here to cash in my favor."

"I don't have time now." Eva spat back almost immediately, and Peter sighed heavily, before his eyes flickered to Lydia, "I had a lovely talk with your mother today."

"You stay away from my mom." Lydia whispered through her teeth, glaring up at him as well.

"It's sad to see all the potential in the room go to waste." Peter gestured between Eva and Lydia, almost ignore Allison's presences as she stood protectively in front of them. "You said that before." Eva whispered, narrowing her eyes.

"Are we really going to talk on the doorstep?" Peter started, quirking a brow as his eyes settled over Lydia, "Aren't you going to invite me in, little Banshee? Like I invited you into my house." Peter pointed out, and Eva saw the visible shudder on Lydia's form, before the girl eventually pushed past Allison, stomping towards the door to hold it open, all the while glaring at him.

"When did girls barely over five feet become so feisty?" Peter let a cocky smile spread over his lips as he walked in, making himself comfortable on the couch. Allison grabbed both Lydia and Eva's wrists and shook her head once, "I don't trust him."

"Neither do we. We just want to see what he wants so we can get on with what we need to do." Eva whispered, then turned to Lydia, who nodded slowly. Allison had no weapons on her, so she grabbed the fireplace poker and held it in a firm grip, standing beside Peter as Eva & Lydia stood across from him, the coffee table between them.

"I know how banshees work." Peter started quietly, "There was a reason why I was after you this whole time, Lydia." Peter explained, propping his ankle onto his knee, leaning his arms back onto the couch's back rest. "See, you were supposed to help me exactly with what I'm supposed to ask Eva to do for me. I just didn't expect you to take so long…to learn."

"I don't exactly have a manual." Lydia whispered bitterly, and Peter sighed, "You have me." He smiled cloyingly.

"The last time you and I spent a moment together…I was bleeding out on a lacrosse field." Lydia muttered ever so satirically, though Eva had reached out to take her hand, while Allison held her stance beside Peter, her eyes on him like a hawk.

"You really think I was trying to kill you when I bit you?" Peter whispered as he rose to his feet, "You were my back up plan, remember. Also it was my bite that brought your nascent abilities. You think power like that would have come out on its own?" Peter clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and almost winked, his voice shifting into a somewhat southern accent, "I'm the spark that lit your fire, sweetheart."

"You attacked her and nearly killed her." Allison countered, "Power doesn't come without a little pain." Peter turned to her.

"I didn't ask for it." Lydia lifted a brow, her hand holding Eva's tightly.

"But you're embracing it now aren't you?" Peter whispered, smiling as he moved around the table towards her.

"How about the time you brainwashed her and used her to bring yourself back to life?" Allison muttered she moved as well, the fire poker still held in her hand ready.

"So I can be here today to help you master your abilities, isn't it amazing how things come full circle?" Peter's expression turned into almost too jovial one, and Eva scoffed, letting go of Lydia's hand as she stepped forward towards him, having to tilt her head up so she could meet his gaze, "We don't need your banshee 101, I can help Lydia just fine. I'm a druid, remember? All the druids before me knew, I'll know."

Peter almost smiled with satisfaction, as if that was what he was waiting to hear the whole time, "And this is exactly why you're going to help me now."

Eva blinked furiously when she realized she'd just given him exactly what he wanted and she stepped back slowly, "What do I need to do?"

"That's a girl." Peter whispered as he lifted his hand, but Allison was quick to react, stepping forward to press the fire poker against his neck. "Easy there, hunter." Peter turned to her, slowly moving his hand into his jacket to bring out the wooden preservation case, and he uncovered it and turned it over, letting the five claws cling against the glass coffee table, before he set the case aside and held both his hands up.

"You remember what I told you?" Peter started as he turned his attention to Eva again, whose eyes had drifted down to the claws. "Your sister stole a memory from you, and you need me to tell you what it is."

"Wait, how could she steal a memory from you?" Lydia asked, and Peter sighed heavily as he lifted his gaze to her, "Because she's…" Peter closed his eyes momentarily, "She was a very powerful alpha."

"And why would she steal a memory from you?" Lydia narrowed her eyes, and Peter turned to her incredulously, "Well, if I remembered the memory, I would tell you."

"Can you two stop?" Eva started, her nerves already getting to her. She hadn't read up much on the divination but she knew enough, then she looked up at Peter, "Did your sister do that a lot? Take memories?"

Peter frowned, thrown off by the question. "I don't know. I wasn't allowed to meddle with the pack's business." Peter whispered bitterly, and Eva flickered her eyes downward again at the claws. She didn't touch them – not yet at least, not now. "I need a link." Eva whispered, "I need something that will guarantee I see your memory, not just any memory." Eva looked up at Peter again, and he seemed to catch on faster than she would have liked him to, which meant that he might know about her more than she already did. "And what's a better link than blood?" Peter smiled, and Eva swallowed thickly before she nodded slowly and looked back at Lydia, "I guess you don't want to get blood on your coffee table or your carpet…so…a bowl and a knife would be great."

Lydia nodded slowly and hurried off, just as Eva felt her phone go off in her pocket. Eva looked down, almost reaching for her phone, but Peter grabbed her wrist. "I need you to stay focused, druid."

"Let her go." Allison whispered as she pressed the tip of the fire poker against Peter's neck, and Peter sighed, turning to Allison, "You're a lot like your aunt."

"Hey," Eva interrupted, "You're here because you want your favor cashed in. So you only talk to me." Eva demanded, just as Peter turned to her again, lifting a brow, seeming more amused than threatened really, and it started to get on Eva's nerves.

"Here." Lydia whispered as she walked back towards Eva, handing her the bowl and the knife. Eva looked up at Peter as she set the bowl on the coffee table, "Put the claws in the bowl." She whispered, and Peter narrowed his eyes. "You don't want to taint the preservation case now, do you?" Eva added, blinking slowly as she stared at him putting the claws in the bowl slowly. He held his palm out to Eva, "You need to be quick, I'll heal." Peter pointed out, "Don't try to enjoy it as much as I know you want to."

Eva stared up at him – and if looks could kill, he'd be six feet under now, she was sure. But she ignored his little insinuations as she dug the tip of the knife in the palm of his hand, and turned it over, her fingers applying pressure carelessly so she could squeeze out as much blood as she possibly could into the bowl, before the wound healed just as the claws were completely tainted.

Eva set the knife down slowly and took a deep breath – she didn't know how it worked still, but she knew that if she focused hard enough, it might work. It almost always happened spontaneously, and she was sure it will now too. Eva pressed her palms together and held them up as Peter poured the claws mixed with his own blood into her hands.

Peter stepped back when Eva's fingers curled around the claws tighten, her body tensing. Allison's eyes narrowed, meanwhile Lydia's widened, "She's not breathing." Lydia pointed out, "Why the hell is she not breathing?" Lydia's voice started getting higher when she started to panic.

"Do not touch her!" Peter yelled, for the first time the anxiety showing in his voice as his eyes focused on Eva's face, before the girl finally opened her eyes, the silver glow fading as she stumbled backwards, the claws tumbling from her hands to the ground. Lydia quickly stepped forward to balance her just as Allison stepped in front of Eva, holding the fire poker directly at Peter's chest.

"Eva, what did you see? Did you see it? Did you see the memory?" Peter asked, no demanded, just as Eva was regaining her grip on the present world. "Answer me, what did you see?!"

Eva's eyes snapped up to Peter's face, and she swallowed thickly, as she finally regained her balance, "You're not just an uncle…" She whispered, and Peter's eyes widened momentarily, before they drifted to the ground. "What else?" He whispered as his eyes snapped up to meet hers, "What else did you see?"

"Just that." Eva whispered, her voice shaking, "I don't know its name, or whether it's a boy or a girl, or whether it's a mutated wolf baby….All I know is that there's a baby." Eva whispered through her teeth, and she saw the blue glow behind Peter's eyes start to appear.

"Step back." Allion taunted, "Now." She pressed the fire poker against his chest, and Peter's eyes drifted down to the metal, before he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, "I don't want the situation to get messy." He whispered, "But you are lying, little druid, and I will find out everything." Peter threatened, before he gathered his claws into the case and left.

Lydia turned to Eva quickly, almost to ask her whether she was okay, but Eva's trembling had ceased. "We need to go to Scott, now." Eva started as she almost reached into her pocket, frowning when she saw the blood on her hands, and she quickly wiped it against her shirt before she drew out her phone. All the missed calls were from Scott, and she quickly dialed his number, "Scott," She started immediately, but he interrupted her, "Deaton figured out what the bruises are."

Eva blinked, "What are they?"

"They're code. Morse code." Scott rambled on quickly, "He's still decoding it but you better get here quickly. Is Kira with you?"

"No, she never showered up. Call her." Eva insisted, "We're coming over. There's something important I need to tell you."

"What is…wait…" Scott muttered, and Eva frowned, "Scott, what is it?" Eva asked, her eyes flickering between Allison and Lydia, "Scott?"

"The code is Oak Creek." Scott mumbled, before his voice got louder, "It's Oak Creek."

"Oak Creek? What the hell does that even mean?" Eva whispered, and Scott breathed out, "I don't know. Did you get anything from Lydia?" Eva didn't answer; instead, she turned to Lydia, whose eyes had zoned into the distance, "Lydia?"

"Oak Creek" Lydia whispered, frowning as her eyes flickered across the room, "Lydia, what is it? What do you hear?"

"I…I don't know…" Lydia whispered, "It's like a….noise…a white noise…I can't make out anything." Eva frowned, Peter's words echoing in her mind – it was Eva who refused his help and it might cost them a life. She swallowed thickly before she whispered into the phone, "We're coming over."

Eva hung up then turned to Lydia, then to Allison, "We have to go. Now."

"But I don't even know what I'm hearing." Lydia protested, almost helplessly, "The fact that you feel something, that you hear something, means something is going to happen tonight. If we figure it out faster, we might be able to stop it." Eva whispered, before she chewed on the inside of her cheek, "At least I hope so."

"Let's go then." Allison ushered them towards the door as she dropped the fire poker by the coat rack.