A/N:

I know I took a while to post this update, but I got to it. Other than the fact that I'm a very lazy person, summer is proving to be busy. I think you all know how busy it can all get. But aside from that, are you all caught up with the new Teen Wolf episodes? Holy crap! They should change the show's rating!

Anyhow, we'll definitely get to that. *winks* Enjoy the chapter, my dears.

"All the riddles – they have one answer." Eva finally came to the end of her…dream. "A shadow."

"Is that like a clue? What does that mean?" Kira muttered as she glanced sideways at Scott, who frowned and shrugged a bit, confused as well. Scott turned to Deaton & Morrell who both exchanged educated looks. "But you two have an idea what this could have possibly been."

"It seems," Deaton started quietly as he turned to Eva, "That this was some sort of communication attempt with Eva. That's why she was unconscious for such a long time. And reminding you of…the ajar doors only mean that you've got one of your own, Eva. An open door, which makes it easy for such attempts of communications with you."

"But isn't that bad? Won't that drive her insane?" Stiles protested, his fist pressed against his lips as he flickered his gaze from Eva to Deaton. "That's what I've been working on with Eva ever since she started talking to me." Morrell whispered, and Stiles turned to her, staring at her agape, "You knew?"

"Wasn't it obvious?" Morrell asked, "A druid gaining their powers essentially means that door between normal and abnormal, sane and insane, is open. Not ajar, open. As children we learn to deal with it step by step so it doesn't affect us. But Eva…you could say she's jet lagged, and it will take time for her to be able to control herself and her powers." Morrell spoke quietly, calmly, even though she watched the concern and anger rise on Stiles' expression.

"That's not the issue." Eva started quickly, "Your mother said Rhys's body as well as the katana were in Eichen House. In the basement, just below the floor I heard the screams on." Eva started as she turned to Kira, "Maybe this whole thing was a clue." Eva shrugged as she turned to Deaton and Morrell again, "Maybe something down there will help us figure out what we're dealing with."

"We have three clues now." Deaton whispered, "The connection between the bodies that we still have yet to find out." Stiles immediately stood up straight, "I'm on that. I can use the files and search engine in my dad's office."

"The word 'Shadow'" Deaton flickered his gaze between the teenagers, "It could be a clue to what we're dealing with."

"Then we need a beastiary." Scott glanced sideways at Kira, before he nodded once, "And I'll go through what I have." Deaton nodded before he eventually breathed out, "And the clue in Eichen House."

"I have an idea." Eva finally whispered after a long moment of silence, "You're not going to like it." She started before she took a deep breath then turned to Morrell, "You're my therapist, right? You're the one who decides if I need to be admitted into a mental institute or not, right?" Morrell nodded slowly, before Eva took another deep breath, "Why do you usually admit patients into a mental institute?"

"Usually when they become too engulfed by their disease, when they can harm themselves and people around them." Morrell answered quietly, although she already understood what Eva was inkling too.

And so did Stiles, "No, nope. Aniyo." Stiles started, shaking his head furiously, "This is a bad, bad, bad idea. No." He turned to Eva who pulled her brows into a frown and started, "We need to get into Eichen House. No one will have any reason to give us any warrants to actually go in there. It's the only way."

"There has to be another way." Stiles protested, before he turned to Scott and Kira, "It's a bad plan, you know that, right?"

"It is…but it might just work." Scott whispered hesitantly, turning his gaze to Kira who nodded quietly.

"Just tell me what I need to do." Eva said quickly as she turned to Morrell. Stiles chewed on the inside of his cheek as he watched the defiance in Eva's tone, and everybody else's mind set on this horrible, terrible idea.

Eventually they all flooded out of the room, but Stiles lingered, his eyes flickering down to Eva's hands in her lap, wringing together nervously. Stiles sat down at the edge of the bed, reaching out to place his hands over hers to still them. "This is a bad idea." He whispered, and Eva lifted her gaze to his, her eyes widened a bit with the anxiety in them.

"I know." Eva muttered under her breath before she swallowed thickly. She remained quiet before she moved her hands so they held onto Stiles', "I'm scared."

Stiles tilted his head as he watched the expression on her face shift from defiance to fear. "Me too." Stiles whispered, "But Morrell said the initial admission would be for twenty-four hours, and then she can let you leave." Eva nodded slowly before tried to press her lips into a small smile, "Just twenty-four hours, right?"

"Yeah." Stiles breathed out before he reached out to brush her hair behind her ear, "Promise me you'll be careful." Stiles whispered and Eva smiled this time wider, "I promise." She nodded once, and Stiles glanced over his shoulder before he scooted closer to press his lips to Eva, his hands moving to hold either side of her face. Eva's hands rested against Stiles' chest as she tilted her head so the kiss could be deepened further.

Neither of them wanted to pull away, but eventually they had to when the need to breathe was stronger than the need to just remain together. Stiles pressed his forehead against Eva's as he drew heavy breaths through his teeth, his hands brushing her hair back behind her ears before he finally opened his eyes, "I lo…be careful…" He whispered, and Eva nodded once before she pecked his lips again quickly. Then he let go of her.

Eva had glimpsed Stiles as the orderlies escorted her out of the hospital and into the van that would take her from Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital to Eichen House. She remained quiet the whole trip, watching the night sky through the barred hole that posed as a poor excuse of a window the van's rig. Eva didn't complain, although her heart was beating fast, and she could hear its pounding in her ears as the van ventured to the outskirts of the small town.

The nurses that escorted her were gentle – but Eva saw a familiar face by the main gate that made bile rise to the back of her throat. The man who'd electrocuted Daniel that other day. Her eyes drifted to the badge on his chest that read L. Brunski.

"I always knew you'd join our little family, Ms. Davis." He greeted, and Eva stared at him with a scowl on her face before she kept her lips pursed, shut tightly. He lifted both brows, a smug and amused smirk curling on his reptile-looking face, one that reminded her of a snake's, "The silent treatment, huh? I hope you don't choose to be doing that at the evaluation tomorrow, unless of course you plan on spending more time with us than just seventy-two."

"Wait, I thought it was just twenty four." Eva asked hurriedly, her eyes widening. Brunski seemed to have a kick out of Eva's panic, sort of. "The assessment period is twenty-four hours. It gets decided whether you stay here or get released after seventy-two." He explained, "Since you're of legal age and you signed on a voluntary stay, you can sign yourself out in twenty-four, if we decide you're well enough to leave. Before then, no contact is allowed, no phone calls, nothing." He turned around to leave, "Follow me."

Eva's eyes flickered across the lobby to the patients, two of them sitting beside each other, just staring off into each other's face. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw a girl pressed against the metal bars that kept her inside the hallway, a chunk of her hair between her teeth.

But to her surprise, she saw someone at the far corner of the room, holding a book in his hand – reading it. He lifted his gaze as if to help Eva recognize who he was, and she blinked once as her eyes met Daniel's. He stared at her at her for a long minute – not because he didn't recognize her, but because he was confused she was even here. Eva tore her gaze away from him and followed Brunski to his office.

"Empty your pockets here." He instructed as he set the plastic container on his desk, and Eva slowly started emptying her pockets – she didn't have much on her, just her phone and some change. She took off her rings and earrings and set them in the box, "That too." Brunski gestured to the wrist band on her wrist, the one Stiles had given her when he asked her to be his girlfriend. She stared down at it, before she tugged the wristband off her wrist and dropped it into the box reluctantly.

His eyes flickered down to Eva's boots before he breathed out, "Take these off. You'll wear these." He handed her a pair of cotton slippers, and the folded clothes. The uniform of the patients that stayed in Eichen House. Eva stared down at it before she took the clothes into her hands, kicking off her shoes to wear the slippers and put her shoes inside the box as well, watching attentively where he took her stuff, before she immediately turned away when he turned back to her. "Seeing as it's almost curfew, you will be escorted to the room you'll stay in. But first, we'll perform a brief physical exam. And in the morning you'll be assessed by a staff psychologist, speak to a social worker, and attend group therapy."

"Am I going to be assessed by Morrell? She's my doctor." Eva started, and Brunski lifted a brow before he nodded curtly.

"Ms. Davis?" Eva turned around and smiled when she saw Cole, the nurse she'd met the other day, standing there. "This way to your physical exam, please." He nodded once. Eva glanced back at Brunski before she followed after Cole.

"Don't tell me you cracked." He whispered under his breath and Eva looked up at him, "Do you normally talk to patients like that?" She lifted a brow, and she saw him smile. "No, just the ones I know are faking it." Cole looked down at her and narrowed his eyes, "You're too strong to crack so fast."

Eva stared at him before she let out a small smile, "You should be a psychologist or something."

"I am a social worker." Cole stopped, and Eva looked up, her eyes flickering across the sign that read infirmary. She walked in – the physical exam was brief. Blood pressure, heart beat, history of mental illness, history of hospital admission and medications administered. She was let go in no time, and followed after Cole as they made their way up the stairs, "So what are you doing here?" Cole asked.

Eva licked her lips and shook her head once, "It's better if you don't know."

Cole narrowed his eyes as they kept moving, "What if I want to help?" He asked and looked down at her. Eva stared up at him and shook her head slowly, "It's too dangerous."

Cole stopped and turned to her, "Well, I'm going to help you anyways, if you need me, okay?" He offered, and Eva frowned before she nodded slowly. "Why are you so keen on helping me?" Eva asked and tilted her head. "Because something about you is different. Just like Daniel." Eva blinked, almost confused, "Thanks…I guess."

"Come on." Cole muttered, and she followed him into the hallway. Cole opened the door to the room, and Eva blinked in surprise when she saw a girl look up at her. "Malia?" Eva whispered, before she glanced back at Cole, "It's almost curfew. I suggest you sleep." He told her, and then turned to Malia, "Treat your new roommate kindly, Malia." He told her seriously, before he left the room, and keyed it shut, locked.

Eva turned back slowly to Malia, "How are you?" Eva whispered, but Malia turned away from her, and curled up against the wall. Eva frowned before she slowly moved to the bed on the opposite end of the room and climbed onto it, leaning back against the wall, setting her new clothes beside her. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, leaning her head forward against her knees. She heard the buzz that announced that all the doors in the building were locked, and then all the lights went out. Eva flinched and closed her eyes tightly when she started hearing the echoes of the screams and pleads to get out of here.

Eva didn't even realize she'd fallen asleep until she felt the heat of the sun touch her face, and she squinted as she turned her head sideways, frowning a little when she realized she was lying on the bed, not curled up by the wall like she was.

"You were going to hurt your back and neck the way you were sleeping."

Eva glanced sideways and saw Malia sitting at the edge of her bed, her hands held together on her lap. Eva looked down at herself again, before she pushed the covers off her as she pushed herself up slowly, "Thank you." Eva whispered as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. "Do you know what time is it?" Eva asked as she turned to Malia, who shrugged once and shook her head, "I know they unlock the doors at 10 am, then we hit the showers, then we are let off the floors and free in the building." Malia muttered, "I've been here for two days now."

"Seventy-two hours?" Eva asked, and Malia nodded quietly, "Hopefully they'll let me out tomorrow."

Malia eventually looked down, digging her nails into her palms. "Why are you…how are you doing as a..human?" Eva asked hesitantly as she turned to sit on the edge of the bed. Malia looked up at her, and Eva could almost see the anger behind her brown eyes, before she shook her head once and looked down. "Malia?" Eva started again, concerned, yet not daring to stand up and step towards her still.

"You need to turn me back." Malia whispered, and Eva frowned, shaking her head slowly, "You want to turn back into a coyote? But we helped you, we…"

"You helped me?" Malia shook her head once, a small scoff leaving her lips, "You turned me back into a human, so I could look in my father's eyes every day and try to figure out a way to explain to him that the reason my mother and sister are dead is because I almost ate them on a full moon."

Eva blinked, feeling the tears well up in her eyes before she looked down. "I'm sorry, we were just trying to help…someone was trying to kill you and we were just trying to help." Eva whispered as she chewed on the inside of her cheek. The air between the two girls was silent, until Malia started, and Eva could almost hear the concern in her voice, "What are you doing here anyways?"

"I'm looking for something." Eva whispered, "Something that might help us figure out who's killing all these people."

"Who? Wasn't that the boy with the gun?" Malia muttered, and Eva shook her head once as she looked up at her, "Someone…something is controlling him. And there's something in the basement that might just be a clue."

"No one has a key to the basement, not even the doctors." Eva frowned, her plan to ask Cole for help going to hell with the new information. "But there's another way we can reach there." Malia muttered, and Eva sat up a little, blinking once. "The closed units. That's where they keep the real psychos."

Eva nodded quickly as she got up, glancing sideway at the door impatiently, "You can't just go directly there. You just got admitted. You need to do all of your therapy sessions." Malia pointed out as she watched Eva started pacing around the room, "We can only go at night."

Just as Malia said that, the buzz sounded off, and the door swung open on its own. Eva took a deep breath before she glanced sideways at Malia, who shrugged a little and got up, "Come on. It's going to be a long day." Malia muttered, "You should tell me exactly what is going on."

Eva sat across from Malia in the group therapy session, with them other kids, including Daniel.

"Today I want to go back to the topic of guilt. Guilt is surprisingly a very healthy, mature emotion." Morrell started, before she turned to Malia, "Malia, you said something about guilt the other day?"

"I said it made me feel sick to my stomach." Malia whispered, her arms crossed over her chest as she stared at Eva, her gaze burning holes into Eva's skull, causing her to hug her knees closer to her chest. "What about you, Eva? How does guilt make you feel?"

Eva looked up at her and shook her head slowly, "Like I'm suffocating. Like…Like I'm drowning."

"What about you Daniel?" Morrell asked, and Daniel took a deep breath, shaking his head slowly, "I haven't done anything wrong yet to feel guilty about it." He shrugged once, and Eva glanced sideways at him, her eyes meeting his – ones that were too familiar. Eva frowned a little as he met her gaze with a sad smile, and eventually he leaned back into his seat, crossing his arm over his chest.

"And you, Meredith? What does guilt make you feel?"

"It's a shadow…it has no shadow…" Meredith whispered, before she turned to Eva, holding her gaze, "You're one of them. You have to know. It has no shadow." Eva sat up, letting her feet down to the ground as she watched the girl twitch and hold her gaze, whispering those words over and over again. "Meredith?" Eva whispered, before she looked back at Morrell, "I can hear it. I can hear it. I hear it all the time." Meredith whispered over and over again, before she stood up, lifting her gaze to the ceiling, "It has no shadow!"

The orderlies quickly walked into the room, and dragged her outside. Morrell dismissed the session and Eva turned to her, shaking her head slowly, her eyes wide. Morrell nodded quietly before she turned to leave. Eva glanced sideways at Malia, who nodded once, and led the way out of the room. Eva followed her immediately, not giving the empty room a second look.

Eva lingered the top of the stairs, almost hesitant that she had to go downstairs again. "Come on, what are you waiting for?" Malia scolded as she turned to look up at her.

"She's hesitant." Eva whirled around to see Daniel standing beside her, "Because of the screams."

Malia mounted the stairs again slowly to place herself in front of Eva, "You should leave." She whispered under her breath, almost growled. Eva quickly placed her hand over Malia's arm, "Hey," She shook her head slowly as she looked up at Malia before she turned to Daniel, "You should leave."

"What are you two doing?" He asked, "That's none of your business." Malia snapped back, and Eva sighed heavily as she tried to wedge herself between them. "Nothing that would concern you."

"If it has to do with the screams then I want to know." Daniel demanded, "I want to know why I keep hearing someone scream till he dies every time I step foot downstairs."

Eva sighed heavily as she pinched the bridge of her nose, "Because someone did die screaming in this place. During the second world war." Eva whispered, before she shook her head once, "We can't stand here; someone might see us." Then she turned to Malia to lead the way, who nodded once, gave Daniel a look before she started downstairs.

"Something downstairs might make sense….for a lot of things. The less you know, the better." Eva whispered, dawning upon her what she'd said, realizing she sounded just like her own mother in that minute. Eva swallowed thickly as she followed Malia in silence, ignoring the bars that held behind her the patients – ones laughing, ones just humming, and it made goose bumps rise on her skin and she almost pressed her palms to her ears to block it out.

Malia opened the door in the end of the hallway and glanced over her shoulder at Eva and Daniel, before she stepped sideways so Eva could descend the stairs beside her. Eva glanced around the basement, hardly recognizing anything since she never actually saw the place, just the insides of the walls. Eva's eyes drifted sideways, "Search for a hollow wall." She muttered under her breath, and turned around, surprised that both Daniel and Malia complied.

Daniel remained quiet, with knuckles he tapped against the walls, moving sideways trying to find the hollow wall Eva was talking about. There was something in common between him and that girl, he knew it and she knew it but neither of them knew exactly what. He tried to ignore the curiosity nagging on him, one that almost made him stop helping and try to understand what was going on.

He was drawn out of his thoughts when he ran into Malia, and he quickly pulled his hand back when he felt her own ice cold ones make contact with his. "Watch out." Malia snapped under her breath, and he lifted a brow before his eyes flickered down to her hands, "You're cold."

Malia stared up at him and shrugged once, before she moved around him. Daniel glanced over his shoulder at her as she manned another wall before he shook his head once.

"Eva!" Malia called out, "I think I found it." Malia appeared and gestured for Eva to follow her, and the petite brunette immediately did, so did Daniel. Eva blinked once as she stared at the wall, "The jiko." She whispered, staring at the inverted five on the wall. "What does it mean?" Daniel asked, and Eva glanced over her shoulder at him as she stepped forward, placing her hands over the wall, "Self." She whispered as she knocked her knuckles against the wall gently, and heard the hollow inside echo.

"Step back." Daniel muttered, and when Eva and Malia turned around the boy was holding a pipe in his hand. They stood behind him as he smashed into the wall, breaking through the plank with ease until there was a gaping hole in the wall. Daniel peered inside and shook his head slowly, "There's nothing here." Daniel called out, before he grabbed the katana and stepped out, holding it out to Eva, "Nothing but this." He muttered under his breath.

Eva frowned and shook her head slowly, "That doesn't make sense. There's supposed to be a dead body in here." Eva whispered as she stepped forward, peering into the hole inside the wall herself, swallowing down the sense of déjà vu as well as the nagging claustrophobia that made the sweat break on her forehead.

"There was a dead body in here."

Eva whirled around to see Cole standing there, holding a tazer in his hands. "Cole, man, what are you doing?" Daniel started quietly, before Cole turned to him, "There was never a Cole." The man whispered, shaking his head slowly. "At least not in this decade." He shrugged once, before he quickly pressed the tazer into Malia's side. Eva let out a scream just as Daniel charged at him, and Cole threw him off into the wall.

Malia gasped on the ground as Daniel struggled to regain composure, barely pushing himself off the ground. "You, druid, you're causing me a lot of trouble. And it's funny, really, since one of your kind was the one who helped me." Cole whispered as he stepped towards hers. "Your blood. Your power."

"What do you mean?" Eva whispered slowly, and Cole chuckled, "I guess there's no point in trying to hide it all anymore." He whispered, "Noshiko didn't tell you, did she? That Rhys had a brother? A brother named Cole?"

Eva lip trembled as she shook her head slowly, "That doesn't make sense…you should be dead."

"I am dead, can't you see?" He frowned, "I though what that banshee said upstairs made it all clear?"

"What banshee?" Eva shook her head, now more confused. Then she remembered what Meredith had said, "It doesn't have a shadow." Eva's eyes dropped to the ground, to Cole' feet, where a shadow should be, but there was no shadow. Eva barely had time to react because he'd pushed her back against the wall, and Eva felt the splinters dig into her back as she turned her head away from him, the sudden rush of cold making her body tremble – she remembered when she'd felt that coldness before. When she was leaving the apartment building with Derek, and someone had bumped into her. It was him.

"The soldiers who killed my brother got away with it…did you expect me not to do anything? Rhys told me about Oak Creek, even though he wasn't supposed to. And when he died, the camp fell off the charts."

"A werewolf…she told me what happened. She thought I should have closure…" Cole whispered close to Eva's ear, causing her to recoil back against the wall, try to push herself away. "But I didn't need closure. I needed revenge. And there a lot of creatures in Beacon Hills that could have helped me get my revenge."

"Get your revenge from who, the nogitsune killed all of them!" Eva screamed, and Cole' other hand moved to press against her mouth. "That wasn't enough!" He yelled, "The pain that my brother had gone through, that was not enough!" Cole then took a deep breath, "A druid…a darach from your family promised me power. She promised to share some of her power with me, so I could get rid of all of those soldier's families..." Cole sighed as he rested his forehead against Eva's temple, "But she tricked me. All she wanted was to perform a sacrifice, gain more power…and I died. But I never really left. I stayed a victim of the nemeton, until you and your aunt came…"

Eva flickered her eyes sideways at him, now widened and filled with tears, "Oh yes, little druid, you're on my list. And you're such an easy kill when you're so weak . I might spare your brother so my source of power doesn't die out…"

Eva frowned and shook her head slowly, what brother? She begged to ask him the question. Cole seemed to read it on her face, "Oh, right, you don't know." He started, sounding bored, before he stepped aside, his hand still curled around her mouth as he gestured to Daniel, still disoriented on the ground, "He's your brother." Cole shrugged once before he turned to Eva again, "Now you should go have a word with your mother, find out why she never told you."

His hand dropped wrap around her neck, his thumbs pressing against her throat. Eva gasped, feeling her airways beginning to bruise as her hands clawed at his, but whenever she tried to touch him, her hands only grabbed her neck, and she couldn't get his hands off her.

That was before he disappeared, and Eva dropped to the ground, gasping for air. "Eva, Eva are you okay?" The girl looked up when she saw Derek hovering above her. She blinked slowly, confused, "How did you..?"

"Stiles figured out that the people who died were all related to the soldiers that were in that camp…and Deaton figured out what we were dealing with. It's not…well, it's dead but it's not gone yet. We need to get you out of here." He whispered as he wrapped his arm around her waist to help her up.

"What about Malia…and...Daniel..." Eva turned to look down at them, her vision clearing enough to see Morrell helping them onto their feet. "Malia will be able to leave tomorrow…as for Daniel…" Morrell looked up at Eva, "That's something you and your father need to discuss. I signed off on your discharge. Take her and go." Morell told Derek sternly, who nodded once and helped Eva on her feet, Eva whose head was spinning.