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CHAPTER 10: Flower

Before she could process what she was reading, Derek asked her to explain once again.

"How would I know? I don't even know what the hell this is!" Rose told the two intruders.

"It's a dead pool. It's a list of supernaturals in Beacon Hills - a hitlist. The numbers show how much each person is worth," Braeden explained.

"And you're on it," Derek said. "Wanted alive for $20 million."

"What?" Braeden asked. She walked over to Rose and she handed the list to her. "What does this mean?"

"Derek," Rose said. "That list says Rosaura McCall. Not Delgado."

Derek didn't say anything. He had been surprised himself upon seeing the name. He knew what it meant though - even Malia's name was listed as Malia Hale, not Malia Tate. Sooner or later, Scott would see the updated list and figure out the truth about his family.

Rose began to hyperventilate. "I don't understand. I'm not a werewolf. And that name - I can't believe it's true. Where did this list come from and how come you two seem to know a lot about it? Is this why there's been so many murders lately? Is it because of that list?"

"It's late," Derek said. He looked at the clock on her TV stand which read 12:37 A.M. "The list can't be right. Mountain ash had no effect on you." He turned to leave. He knew Stiles thought she was connected to the Benefactor, that her reappearance was too much of a coincidence, but would she put herself on the deadpool? But then again, it seemed too convenient that she was wanted alive.

"Derek," Rose called after him. Her irritation of him breaking into her home in the middle of the night when she had an early shift, dropping a bomb on her, and then suddenly showing consideration for the late hour outweighed her anxiety. "What's going on? Tell me right now!"

He turned around and saw the annoyed expression on her face, the same expression she wore whenever he did anything stupid or rude. In this case, it was probably both. He sat down on the sofa next to Braeden who clutched the dead pool in her hands.

"Someone wants all the supernaturals gone. We call him the Benefactor. The crossed out names are the ones who are already dead. I used to be on this list for $15 million, but you took my spot."

"Why?" Rose asked, her anger simmering.

"I don't know. Why do you think you would be on there and the only one wanted captured instead of killed?" Derek asked back.

"I guess...whoever made this list sees more value in me alive rather than dead," she answered. She wouldn't tell him the other reason why she thought she was on the dead pool. "But why did you get dropped off? You're still alive."

Braeden spoke up. "It has to be because he's lost his powers. He's practically human now."

Rose looked at him in alarm. "Is this true? Why didn't you tell me before?" This must have been what Mrs. Hale had meant when she told her to save Derek.

Derek got up and walked towards the door. "I'm going to bed."

Braeden and Rose exchanged glances. "I'm Rose, by the way," she said lamely.

"Braeden," the mercenary responded just as lamely.

"And don't leave this apartment," Derek ordered from the door.

Rose stood up and crossed her arms. "Why not?"

"You're on the list and worth $20 million. People are going to come after you and you have no way of defending yourself. Just call in sick and stay put." He bent down at the doorway and poured more mountain ash from the wooden box he had brought with him, sealing the entry.

"That's not going to stop hunters, you know," she said matter-of-factly.

"Just in case," Derek said. He knew she was right, but he had to do something to put his mind at ease. If something were to happen, he wouldn't be able to protect her like all the times in the past.

He looked down at the seal he made and stretched his hand out. Where it should have stopped him, the mountain ash allowed him to cross his hand over the line. Disappointed, he dropped his hand. This was a sure confirmation that he was no longer a werewolf and it scared him. He didn't know who he was anymore.

After they left, Rose tried to go back to sleep but couldn't. She had seen Scott's name on the list, too. Why didn't he mention it before? He told her about Kate and Liam but this was the first time she heard anything about a dead pool. And was the list right about her parentage?

She grabbed her bow and arrow and went down to the parking lot, carefully stepping over the mountain ash to not break the seal on her way out. The night was cold but she had to take her mind off everything. Again and again, she shot an arrow at a wooden post in the parking lot, using the signs nailed on it as her target. She let everything go and focused all her energy on the target.

If people were going to try and capture her for money, she had to be ready. Although she had developed her skills as an elite archer, living a normal life for the past seven years had made her too comfortable. She had to relearn how to survive in Beacon Hills. No one would be taking her to the Benefactor.

On the top floor of the building, Derek looked down at her with disdain. She was as stubborn as her teenage version. Didn't she realize the dead pool wasn't a joke? He watched her hit the wooden post repeatedly. She definitely had gotten better over the years. She might have been good enough to even join a hunting clan. The thought made him scoff bitterly.

"Why are you watching Rose?" Braeden asked from the bed. When he didn't say anything she decided to ask what she had been wondering. "Is she an ex-girlfriend of yours?"

"No," Derek said. "She's just my friend. She was the only one outside my family who knew about us, besides the Argents. I told her to stay in her apartment and she's out there. She's going to get herself captured."

"Then tell her to go back inside," Braeden said, pointing out the obvious.

"I'll just keep an eye on her," Derek said. "I can't sleep anyway."

Braeden curled up in the comforter, feeling Derek's absence from the bed. She couldn't help but wonder if there was more to Derek and Rose's friendship.

After an hour and a half of practicing, Rose put her bow down and pulled the arrows out of the post. She took out her keys from her hoodie and unlocked the trunk of her car. After stashing her archery gear away, she settled in the front seat and reclined the chair back to a more comfortable position. She would rest a bit then get ready for work.

Within seconds, her fatigue won and she drifted off to sleep.

It was a sunny day in the woods and Rose walked on the trail with her bow slung on her shoulder. It should have concerned her that she didn't have her quiver with her but she walked on without even noticing. She stepped off the path and made her way deeper into the woods. The whistle of an arrow slicing through air slowed her down and she saw a slender girl with dark hair and fair skin shooting at a target attached to a tree. Each time, the girl hit the bull's eye.

She stopped and smiled at Rose, waving at her to come closer. "It's your turn, Rose!"

Without taking a step, Rose was suddenly standing next to the girl with an arrow in her hand. She looked at the other archer and knew who she was.

"Allison? Are you Allison Argent?"

"Shoot," Allison ordered.

Rose took her bow from her shoulder and positioned the arrow. Oddly, the target had no arrows despite the fact that Allison hadn't removed them. She took her aim and let the string go and with a thud, the arrow hit the bull's eye.

"Nice shot," Allison congratulated.

Rose didn't know how to feel. She hated the Argents with a passion, but Allison was acting so friendly. Scott told her that she was different from the other hunters, that she had still loved him despite being a werewolf. Rose looked at her with distrust. Despite all the good things she heard about her, she still couldn't let go of the fact that she was an Argent.

Allison handed her another arrow. "This is a special arrow. Look at the arrowhead."

Rose examined the arrowhead warily and noticed the insignia stamped on it. It was a fleur-de-lis, the mark of the Argents.

"I want you to have it, Rose. Use it only when you really have to," Allison instructed. "You'll know when the time comes. And please, tell my father I miss him and to be strong."

"What do you mean I'll know when the time comes?"

"Rose!" someone shouted. The person knocked on the glass loudly.

With a start, Rose woke up and looked out the driver side window. It was Parrish.

She opened the door and climbed out her car. "What are you doing here?"

"Let's talk inside," he said and he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the lofts.

Once they were in the lobby, he let go of her and pulled out a sheet of paper from his shirt pocket. "I got up this morning and noticed this at my printer. It's a long story, but - "

"I already know," Rose said. "My name is on that dead pool thing and I'm wanted captured for $20 million." She explained Derek and Braeden's impromptu visit and the mountain ash test he performed on her.

"Then you probably know that I'm on the list, too," Parrish said.

"But I didn't see your name."

"There's three parts to the list," he said.

"So what are you? You said you weren't a werewolf."

"I don't know anything except it has something to do with fire." He told her how his partner tried to burn him to death but he miraculously survived. "That's when Scott told me about werewolves."

The elevator bell sounded and the doors opened. Derek stepped out and walked towards them.

"I told you to not leave," he said gruffly to Rose. He looked at Parrish and wondered how they knew each other.

"I was just at the parking lot. Have you been awake this whole time? You look like you haven't slept."

"Did you tell the hospital you're not coming?"

Rose rolled her eyes. "Of course not. I can't let this list stop me from living my life. Did Scott stop going to school?"

"Rose, people have died because of this thing. You need to take it seriously, even if you're wanted alive," Derek berated.

"He has a point, Rose. Someone could have abducted you from the parking lot," Parrish said.

"I'm going upstairs," Rose announced. "And I'll see you at the station later, okay Jordan?"

The two men watched her take the elevator up.

"Are you two dating?" Derek asked the deputy.

"No," Parrish said quickly. "I just told her to come by and get something for her job."

"Can you do something for me?" Derek asked. "Can you watch her? Be a police escort or something?"

"I have a feeling she won't like that," he said. "But I'll do what I can."

Scott slammed his locker shut. He recited some SAT words and their definitions that he had studied the previous night. He needed to ace his upcoming quiz if he wanted to keep his B.

In the middle of reciting the definition of "perfidious," he noticed Liam sitting on the stairs. He approached his beta and asked him what was wrong.

"Have you seen the updated dead pool?" Liam asked. "My printer has been going crazy since last night. It just kept printing and printing and I couldn't get it to stop. There's a lot of names crossed out. And I'm only worth $1 million now."

"My printer's broken," Scott said. "Why, what happened?"

A loud yell echoed in the hallway and the two boys ran to the source. It was Coach Finstock in his office, pages and pages of dead pool lists scattering the floor. Scott picked one up, it was the Allison list.

"Derek's not there anymore," Liam said. "But someone else took his place. Is it your mom?"

Scott stared at the name in disbelief. "It's my cousin."

Liam noticed his alpha's stiff composure. "Are you okay, Scott?"

"Her name is Rosaura Delgado. She's my mom's sister's daughter. But the list..." He dropped the sheet on the floor where it rejoined the sea of white pages.

Rosaura McCall, Scott repeated in his mind.

After the final bell rang, Scott left his pre-cal class and walked down the hallway towards his locker. He had been distracted the whole day, thinking about Rose and the dead pool. If the Benefactor was right, which was most likely the case considering he knew Malia was a Hale, then that meant he had a half-sister. Scott had always wanted a sibling growing up, but he never imagined that it would be under this circumstance. It made him feel uneasy knowing that his father and aunt had been involved before his father and mother had gotten married.

This would kill his mother.

Scott was so lost in thought that he didn't notice Liam waiting at his locker with someone else. Nervousness welled up inside him when he saw that it was Rose.

"Your cousin was looking for you, so I brought her here," Liam said. Scott could tell he was uncomfortable with the awkward situation. "Hope you don't mind."

"Thanks Liam," Scott said clapping him on the back. "I'll see you later."

"Let's take a walk," Rose suggested.

Scott put away his textbooks and they left the main building and headed to the lacrosse field in silence. Scott wasn't sure if he was ready for this. Everything was going to change.

They sat down in the stands, the tension thick in the air. Rose looked at her little cousin with sadness.

"Derek showed me the dead pool. I know you're on it," she began. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want you to worry. I didn't want you to get caught up in this mess. Isn't that why you left in the first place?"

It felt like an accusation but she knew she deserved it. He must have felt abandoned when she left after high school. They used to be so close, and she was determined now more than ever to reconnect with him, knowing what she knew now.

"I understand," she said. "I know I took Derek's spot. Did you see?"

He nodded.

"According to the list, I'm a McCall," she said in a rush before she lost her nerve. "I'm hoping it's a mistake, but chances are it's not."

"You mean you knew? And you didn't tell me?" Scott asked.

"I didn't know, but it explains a lot of things," she said, trying to calm him down. "Growing up, I always thought my father was Mom's high school sweetheart, Julio Marcarro. When I graduated from college, I wanted him to be there, so I hunted him down in San Bruno. I found him at a bar and took his beer bottle for a DNA sample. I had a paternity test done to be absolutely sure this man was my father before approaching him, and it said it wasn't him.

I confronted my mom about it and she said she was just protecting me. Knowing who my real father was would put a strain on our family and I was better off without him. I dropped it, but when I told her I was moving back to Beacon Hills, she asked me if I was still looking for him. She wouldn't say more than that. Then I went to your game and I saw you with your dad, and I started to wonder if it was him. I thought about all the times my mom said to stay away from him; she was always nervous whenever I was around him.

I was about to take a sample when he was in the hospital and run my own paternity test, but I realized if I knew he was my father, things would change between you and me and tia would never look at me the same way. After I saw the dead pool however, I just had to know. I called Mom earlier today and asked her point blank. She said yes."

"So you really are my sister," Scott said.

"I'm sorry, Scott," she said. "This wasn't the right way to find out."

Now he knew what Malia must have felt when she found out Peter was her father. The shock of knowing he had a sister made him feel numb. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he saw that it was Stiles. He ignored the call. He was probably going to tell him some new development about Lorraine Martin and Scott just needed to give his mind a break.

"You're wanted for $20 million. Maybe you should stay at my house, it'll be safer if you're not alone."

"Don't worry, Scott. Stilinski and Parrish have a cop tailing me. He's here at the school and he was with me at the hospital all day. And Derek is at the lofts if I need help." She quickly realized Derek wouldn't be able to help her since he lost all his abilities but didn't correct herself. "Besides, I don't think I can face your mother."

Kira came up behind them. "Sorry to interrupt, but Scott, we have a meeting in the locker room about the bonfire. Coach is looking for you."

"Okay," Scott said. "This is Rose, my uh - cousin." He couldn't get used to the fact that she was also his sister. The whole situation was bizarre and ultimately disturbing.

"Hey, you must be Kira," Rose said, shaking her hand. "It's nice to finally meet you. I'll let you go, but we'll talk later, okay Scott?"

He nodded and turned to leave.

"Oh, and can you please not tell your mom?" Rose requested. "Just for now until things settle down. I won't be able to make it to dinner tonight either. Please tell her I'm sorry."

"Yeah, sure." He and Kira left and walked to the locker room.

"What'd she say?" Kira had seen the new addition to the dead pool and knew what it meant.

"She's my sister," Scott heard himself say. "My aunt even confirmed it."

"So that means..." She couldn't bring herself to point out his father's indiscretion.

"Yeah, I know."

"I noticed that the bounty on me, Malia, and Liam all went down. It looks like it went to Rose's bounty. She's worth the same amount as Lydia and it's the second highest amount. Whatever she is, she must be important."

Derek called Rose again. She had been ignoring his calls and it was starting to worry him, so it surprised him when she picked up. They agreed to meet at his place.

"How are you?" he asked when she arrived.

"I think I'm still in shock," she said honestly. She walked to the large window that overlooked the parking lot below at the cop car that was parked in one of the spaces.

Parrish and the Sheriff both agreed that Rose needed a police escort. She was adamant that it wasn't necessary when they suggested the idea.

"No one else on the list has a bodyguard," she had pointed out. She thought she was there just to get the files from Parrish, now they were pinning an adult babysitter on her.

"No one else on the list is a human," Sheriff countered back.

"What about Lydia? She doesn't have claws or fangs."

"Lydia has Scott," Parrish said simply. "Who do you have?"

Derek joined her at the window. He saw what she was staring at. "The cop still following you?"

"Yeah, he's by the elevator right now. I don't even know why I need one. If anyone were to look up Rosaura McCall, they wouldn't find her. My name is Rose Delgado."

Derek hadn't considered that. "Well it's better this way." He noticed the locket she wore around her neck. "Is that Trent Sword's locket? I can't believe you kept it."

She looked down at the silver locket and touched it. "What? It's not like I still have feelings for Trent. I'm just using it to carry wolfsbane."

Derek shook his head. "You're still doing that? Did you talk to Scott?"

"I dropped by the school after work." She told him about their conversation and how her mother confirmed that Rafe McCall was her biological father.

"You think your aunt knows?" Derek asked.

"I doubt it. Hopefully she hasn't seen the list," she replied.

"It's kinda gross," Derek said bluntly.

"I know right?" Rose exclaimed. "How could he be with my mom and then go after her sister? It's so messed up. And I can't believe I'm half-white."

Derek chuckled.

"What? I'm serious. My whole life I thought I was full-blooded Mexican."

"You know, I've dated sisters before back on the East Coast," Derek said.

"Well did you get both of them pregnant?"

"Not that I know of," Derek joked.

Rose laughed for what felt like the first time in a long time. "Well look who's cracking jokes again. You must be spending too much time with Stiles. He's dating your cousin, right?"

"Malia and I aren't like you and Scott," Derek said.

"I can't believe she's Peter's daughter."

"She's not so bad. Just think of her as my cousin."

Rose sat down on his couch. "What's she like? Does she take after Peter?"

Derek sat down next to her. "Actually, she reminds me of my mother. She has a good instinct like her." He had never told anyone this before. It amazed him how easily he could talk to Rose again. It was like they had never fought or been separated the last seven years.

"I miss your mom. And Laura," Rose said quietly.

"Me too."

"Does Cora really have to stay in Chile?" Rose had been surprised to hear that she had survived the fire. She was even more surprised when Derek had told her he had sent her away.

"She likes it better there. Beacon Hills has too many bad memories for her, and most importantly, she's safe. I try to visit once a month and it's working out so far."

"I saw all the lists. It's all over the hospital. Don't you think it's strange that Peter isn't on it? How can you trust him after what he did to Laura?" Rose asked.

"I don't trust him," Derek said. "I even killed him to avenge her."

"Well maybe you should kill him again. Are you sure you completely lost your powers? No strength, no glowing eyes?" Rose asked.

"It's all gone. I was even able to touch mountain ash. Kate captured me and took me to Mexico. She did something to me and ever since, my powers have been gradually disappearing."

"So if you have no powers, how did you get in my house?" Rose asked. Derek had used his claws on multiple occasions to break in the high school.

"I own the building," Derek responded. "You understand why I was rough on you earlier, right? For a moment there, I thought you were a werewolf. I thought you were keeping something from me." Derek looked at his friend warily. He wasn't entirely sure that she wasn't keeping something from him.

Rose was debating whether or not to keep Derek in the loop about the wolfsbane issue. Maybe he remembered something that she didn't about the night of prom.

"Derek, do you remember prom night? When I had my accident?"

He leaned back and scowled. "I could hardly call that an 'accident.' What about it? Parrish said you looked at your file at the station. I thought you wanted to forget it ever happened."

"I've been thinking about that night ever since I saw Argent at the hospital."

The sound of the front door unlocking stopped her and a moment later, it slid open and Braeden stepped inside. She seemed to be arguing with Rose's bodyguard.

"Rose, tell him I'm not here to kidnap you," Braeden said.

"She's good, Marcus. She's my friend's girlfriend," Rose told the cop.

Braeden smiled at the officer triumphantly and shut the door as he left. She dropped her motorcycle helmet on the coffee table and joined them on the couch, sitting in between them. "Girlfriend. I like the sound of that. Don't you Derek?"

He ignored her question. "Find out anything new?"

"Nope, but I'm going to interrogate Haigh in a few hours. How are things here? Did you figure out why the Benefactor wants Rose?"

"Not yet," Derek replied.

"I was thinking. Maybe we can set up a trap tonight. You guys can "capture" me and when the Benefactor comes to collect, we can find out who he is. Maybe even capture him instead," Rose suggested.

"It's worth a try," Braeden said. "We'll need Scott's help."

Rose shook her head. "He won't be around, there's supposed to be a bonfire or something tonight at the school. We can do this on our own." She didn't want Scott to get hurt.

They spent the rest of the afternoon hashing out the details of their plan. Rose called Parrish for help but the deputy didn't pick up her calls to her dismay. Braeden would be acting as the abductor and Derek would be waiting nearby. They would pin a GPS tracker on Rose so that they knew where she was at all times. If anything went wrong, Rose would have a gun handy.

"I hate guns," Rose said as she held the one Braeden lent her in her hand with a look of disgust. "How come there's so many guns here anyway?"

"I'm a mercenary," Braeden said casually. "I specialize in supernatural hits."

"You're a what?" Rose couldn't believe Derek had let this woman sleep in his bed when he had been on the dead pool for $15 million. Braeden could have killed him in his sleep.

"Just be back here at 7," Derek said. "In the meantime, don't leave the building."

Teenagers danced all around the school courtyard. Scott scanned the sea of students and found Malia dancing in the crowd with a flask in her hand.

"Hey Malia," he greeted her apprehensively. He knew she was still angry at Stiles.

"Scott! Have a drink with me!" she said.

"You know we can't get drunk, right? We heal too fast." Scott said, steadying her as she swayed.

"Is that so? Maybe you should tell that to Liam," she said, pointing behind Scott.

Scott turned around and saw Liam at a table with Mason drinking a red cup. He turned back to Malia.

"About Stiles and the whole Peter thing, we were just trying to protect you. So please, just forgive Stiles okay? Be mad at me."

"You know, you're killing my fun," Malia said, bouncing around. "If Stiles wants forgiveness, he can come ask for it himself."

"He's not here," Scott explained. "He's trying to stop the dead pool so that people will stop hunting us."

"Oh how very noble of him," she said sarcastically. She took a long drink from her flask.

"How can he even ask for forgiveness when you won't even talk to him?" Scott asked.

Malia responded by burping loudly.

Deciding she was a lost cause, Scott left her to check on Liam. It was going to be a long night.

Rose stared at her phone angrily. She had just received a text from Derek saying he and Braeden had to take care of something and they weren't able to go through with their plan. He said he would explain later.

He probably did have a good reason, but it still upsetted her. She had just slipped Marcus, her police escort, a sleeping pill. He had unknowingly taken it when he drank the tea she prepared for him, crushing the pill into a powder and sprinkling it in the cup. The poor sap was now sleeping on her couch.

She decided to call Parrish again. If Derek and Braeden weren't able to make it, maybe he could help. This might be the only chance she got. He picked up on the third ring and spoke quietly.

"I can't talk right now," he said. "I'm at Eichen House. I think Stiles and Lydia are in trouble. I'll call you later, okay?"

He hung up before she could say a word. Feeling even more annoyed, she decided to go out.

She drove to a coffee shop on Main Street and took out the copies of the papers from the files Parrish had given her that morning. In all the craziness of Scott and his father and scheming with Derek and Braeden, she hadn't had time to thoroughly look through them.

She picked up the first folder for a man named Curtis Baumer. The documents said he died after accidentally ingesting wolfsbane. She analyzed each file carefully and jotted down notes. All these people had died from wolfsbane poisoning making her question how she had survived a wolfsbane bullet that could kill werewolves. A few hours later, the cafe started to close and she gathered her things to leave.

As she walked to her car, she had a feeling that someone was following her. She opened her tote bag and retrieved a dagger and removed its sheath. It had a rustic look about it with a small inscription on the blade that read "Honor."

Rose quickly turned around and held the dagger up in front of her in a defensive position. "Who are you and why are you following me?" she asked the man who stood behind her with his hands up, showing he meant no harm.

"I'm Dr. Deaton," the man said. "I'm a friend of Scott."

"What do you want?" Rose said, still holding the dagger up.

"I need your help," Deaton said. "Can you come with me?"

"How do I know you're not going to turn me in to the Benefactor? How do I know you really know Scott?" Rose had experienced enough to not trust people. For all she knew, he was a bounty hunter.

Deaton took something out of his pocket. It was a ring. "Recognize this?" He stepped closer for her to see.

Rose raised the dagger higher, warning him. She peered at the ring in his outstretched hand. She recognized it almost immediately.

It was a silver engagement ring with a large sapphire stone cut into a perfect square. Small diamonds outlined the edge of the blue jewel. It glittered beautifully under the street lamp.

"Where did you get that?" Rose said, finally lowering the dagger.

"Talia gave it to me. Her will said that I was to keep the ring for her and give it to Derek when he was ready to get married," Deaton said, pocketing the ring.

"Alright, I'll go with you," Rose agreed.

He brought her to the animal clinic and took her to his office.

"How do you know the Hales?" Rose asked.

"I was their emissary. Now I'm the emissary of Scott's pack."

"Do you have any idea what's wrong with Derek? He's already lost all his werewolf abilities," Rose said. She hoped he would know how to help Derek get his powers back.

"You were always a good friend to Derek," Deaton replied.

"You knew about me?"

"Yes, I advised Talia to let him continue his friendship with you. That you were good for him."

"Why?" Rose asked, confused.

"Out of all of Talia's children, Derek struggled the most with being a werewolf," Deaton explained. "He needed someone outside of his family to depend on, to sympathize with him and not judge him. It's good to see that you're still helping him.

"I've been researching South American mythology that might explain how Kate was able to take away his abilities. I just arrived from Colombia. Come take a look at this mountain ash and tell me if you see anything."

Rose walked around his desk to see. There was mountain ash scattered on the desk. She had never seen it that way. After a moment, she realized it was in the shape of a flower.

"It looks like a rose," she told him. "So you think this has something to do with me?"

"I've seen the list and I know you're on it," Deaton said. "And I think I know why."

He took out a syringe and needle from his storage cabinet. "Mind if I take a sample of your blood?"

"You know about it?" Rose asked, surprised. "Did Kate Argent shoot me with a wolfsbane bullet?"

Deaton nodded. "Kate was particularly fond of Nordic Blue Monkshood."

"How come I don't remember? I remember getting shot by her, but I don't remember the wolfsbane," Rose said.

"Laura felt that it was best that you and Derek forgot. She took the memories from you two," Deaton said.

He drew blood out of Rose's arm and poured it into a test tube. He retrieved a small bottle of what looked like liquefied silver and dropped the mysterious solution into her blood. They both looked at the test tube for some kind of reaction. After a few seconds, light blue streaks started forming in the blood.

"Looks like it's still there," Deaton said. "Forgive me, you're the first person I've seen who's ever survived a severe injury caused by wolfsbane, so I'm not sure how this all works."

"Doctor, the wolfsbane gave me a blood disorder, Diamond-Blackfan anemia. The doctors said it's genetic, but it has to be from the wolfsbane."

"Maybe the doctors were right," Deaton said. "Maybe this disorder of yours was a pre-existing condition that helped you survive the wolfsbane."

Rose hadn't considered that possibility before.

"The wolfsbane is part of you now," he continued. "And I think you're the key to saving Derek's life. Had I known you were back in Beacon Hills, I would have sought your help earlier."

"I came to Beacon Hills because of Mrs. Hale. I had a dream about her and she said I needed to go back home and save Derek. That I was the only one who could do it. It's because of the wolfsbane, isn't it?"

He looked at the time and began to put his tools away. "It most likely is. If you need any help, you can call my sister, Marin Morrell." He jotted down a phone number on a notepad and gave it to her. "Now I have to go visit someone."

Parrish lead Peter to the interrogation room where Meredith was being kept. He couldn't believe Meredith was the Benefactor. It didn't make sense.

"Jordan!" someone called behind him. He turned around and saw Rose running towards him.

She joined him in the interrogation room where Meredith, Lydia, Sheriff Stiliniski, and Peter waited.

At the sight of Rose, Peter laughed heartily. "If it isn't Nosy Rosy. Long time no see."

Rose clenched her teeth. Here was Laura's murderer, just a few feet from her. She tried to calm down.

"Jordan, I'd like a word once you're done here," she said to him pretending Peter wasn't there.

"Bet you're glad to be reunited with Derek," Peter said snidely. "If only you could have been reunited with Laura, too."

Rose got close to his face. "Don't you dare talk about Laura to me," she said in a low voice. "You murdered her, you murdered your own flesh and blood."

Parrish took her by the sides of her arms and started to lead her out the room but Rose wasn't done yet. "You're a monster, Peter! You killed Laura! You killed her! And if you ever hurt Scott, I will personally make sure you pay."

"Parrish, take her to my office," Sheriff ordered.

Scott opened the door to the animal clinic's backroom. He and Kira hugged and kissed. "How's your mom?"

"She's recovering," Kira said. "Here's the rest of Satomi's pack. This is Scott," she said, introducing him to the werewolves huddled in the room.

"I already know about Scott McCall," Satomi said. Scott noticed the way she carried herself. She was definitely an Alpha, and an experienced one at that.

"Are we safe here?" one of the younger female wolves asked. She looked scared and stood close to Brett as if seeking protection. Brett looked at Scott, waiting for his answer.

"We're going to need a lot of help," Scott said. "I know a place where we can go to."

As he lead the way, Scott noticed the air. He detected Deaton's scent and another scent he couldn't quite pinpoint. He realized it was Rose but it was slightly different. The scents were still fresh. They must have been at the clinic not too long ago. He wondered why Rose and Deaton were together. It must have had something to do with Rose being on the list.

Peter released his claws from the back of Meredith's neck. The banshee started to fall but Parrish caught her before she hit the ground. Sheriff pointed his gun at Peter.

"It was your idea and you don't even remember," Lydia said. She had told the two officers everything about what she heard from Meredith's memory - that Peter wanted to rebuild the supernatural world with him as the sole leader.

"How was I supposed to remember when I was in a coma?" Peter asked.

"She got the plan from you," Lydia argued. "This is your list."

"She was listening to a raving lunatic. I was sick but I'm not anymore."

Sheriff raised his gun a little higher.

"That better be a perfect shot, Sheriff, because I don't go down easy," Peter taunted.

He pointed the gun directly on his forehead. "I'm sure a bullet in the brain will be difficult to heal, even for your kind."

"Stop!" Lydia exclaimed. "This is exactly what Meredith wants! You have to let him go."

After a moment, Sheriff lowered his gun. "That's twice, Peter. There's not going to be a third." He watched him leave, trying to calm himself down.

"No!" Meredith yelled at Peter's back. "It's not finished!"

Rose peered through the blinds of Stilinski's office and watched Peter leave. She saw Parrish walk out of the interrogation room and towards the office.

"What happened?" she asked him as soon as he walked in.

"Meredith is the Benefactor. She's a banshee who got the idea from Peter." He quickly summarized how Meredith heard Peter in his coma and carried out his plan. He also told her the events that took place in Eichen House.

"So you killed that man to save Stiles and Lydia," Rose said after his story.

"Yeah," he said, not looking at her. "I'm not proud to say this, but this isn't the first time I've taken a life. It doesn't get easier though."

She placed a comforting hand on top of his. They sat on the couch quietly. Rose decided she could tell him about her meeting with Deaton later.

Back in the interrogation room, Lydia asked Meredith why she wanted Rose captured.

"She's the flower," Meredith said. "She'll make the Alpha strong. Just like she did before."

Thanks for reading and for the reviews/favorites/alerts! Yes, Rose is Scott's scandalous half-sister. I always didn't like the fact that Scott, Stiles, Lydia, or Allison all were only children, so I decided to give Scott a half-sister.

I really like Morrell's character, so she'll be an important part of the rest of the story.

I'm also happy to announce that there will be a sequel coming called "Wolfsblood" and we'll get to see what exactly happened on prom night. Can't wait!

Who else is ready for June 29?