The hunters knew everything. They knew about the prophecy, they knew that Derek was an avi-wolf, that Kira was a thunder kitsune, and now there was a much higher chance that they knew about the others too. Derek wasn't sure if he should just come clean about everything and tell them the truth. Tell them about the arranged marriage, the prophecy, his newfound abilities. He didn't know what would be safer, knowing or not knowing. It plagued his thoughts as he made his way to the address that Scott had given him.

The address ended up being an old warehouse in the run-down part of town. When Derek met everyone a few blocks away, they'd decided it would be best to split up. Each person would cover one of the entrances and watch who was going in or coming out. They all went to their designated areas and waited for Chris Argent to give them the signal.

Derek was in charge of the back entrance. From where he was waiting, he could see a group of people through one of the windows. There were nine of them that he could count, which would mean trouble if they were all hunters. It was a lot more than he or anyone else had anticipated. He watched them all carefully, wishing he could hear what they were talking about. He wondered if they were talking about Kira. Or if they were talking about him. They all straightened up and smiled and Derek could see that Argent had entered the room. Everyone shook his hand politely before they moved to a different room, out of Derek's sight.

Not being able to see them made him much more nervous than he'd been before. He waited anxiously for his phone to buzz, hoping Kira was there. When it finally did, his heart sank. There was a two word text message: not here. As he made his way back to the rendezvous point, he tried to think of a place they could be keeping her. If she wasn't there, where was she?

"Where's Allison?" Scott asked once everyone had gathered. No one had seen her so Derek and Scott went to check if she was just slower than everyone else or if she hadn't gotten the text for some reason. They couldn't find her anywhere, but when they got to the spot where she'd been waiting, they found her cell phone on the ground. "Do you think they took her?" Scott turned to Derek, clearly worried.

"I don't know," Derek shook his head. "But it seems likely."

"We need to find them," Scott insisted.

Derek was about to reply when there was a stabbing pain in his side. He was nearly doubled over in pain, his breathing ragged. The pain was gone as quickly as it had come on. When he righted himself, Scott was looking at him in concern, "What was that?"

"I don't know," Derek replied, absentmindedly playing with the ring on his left hand. He thought it felt different for some reason and when he looked down he saw that the normally gold ring had turned black. What was it that the letter had said? "... These rings will only help your bond grow." He had a feeling he knew what was happening, but he hoped he was wrong. He hoped he was very wrong.

/

It was hard for Kira to tell how much time had gone by in the stifling darkness. She could tell that her body wasn't healing as quickly as it normally did. The cut on her arm was almost completely healed, but the gash in her side had barely begun to heal. Thick blood still oozed down her skin. She didn't know how much blood she'd lost before she was put down here, but she knew she couldn't afford to lose much more. She could feel that her blood pressure was getting low and she felt lightheaded even though she was lying down. But maybe that was why her external wounds weren't healing as quickly. Maybe her body was trying to make sure she had enough blood. Or maybe time was passing more slowly than she thought.

Kira was getting increasingly worried about Allison. She hadn't heard any noise coming from the table next to her. No movement. Nothing. All Kira could do was hope that she was still alive. She had to be. If Allison was dead, Kira didn't know what she would do with herself. It would be her fault.

Before Kira knew what was happening, blinding light filled the room. She could feel her heart pounding against her ribcage. She didn't want to know what they'd do to her this time. Her entire body tensed up in fear as she listened to whoever it was descend the metal stairs. There was only one set of footsteps this time. They were a lot quieter and lighter than the two that had come down before. Kira opened her eyes nervously and saw a small red-headed woman watching her from across the room. There was no way Kira had forgotten this woman. Irena.

"How nice of you to join us," Irena smiled as she walked towards Kira. If you didn't know her, Irena looked like she could actually be a nice person. But looks are deceiving. She roughly grabbed the gag that was stuffed in Kira's mouth. "I'm going to take this off," she told her, "there's no use in screaming. No one's going to hear you." Irena picked up one of the knives that was lying nearby and cut the fabric.

Kira gasped for air, relishing the sense of freedom. "What do you want with me?" she panted, doing her best to mask the fear and pain she was currently feeling.

"Oh, sweetie, I think you know," Irena cooed into her ear. "We're going to kill you, just like we killed your mommy."

"Then do it already," Kira spat.

"Pretty baby, so brave," Irena laughed, caressing Kira's cheek with the tip of the knife. "We can't kill you yet. See, before we killed your daddy, he told us a whole bunch of interesting information about you. We know about your little boy toy and we're waiting for him to come out of hiding so we can get to him. We hear you're quite the power couple and we want to see how it works," she explained with a sly smile before she plunged the knife through Kira's palm. Kira couldn't help but cry out at the immense pain radiating from her hand.

"So if you want him," Kira grunted, "why did you take her?" She motioned towards Allison with her head.

"Revenge, mostly. And boredom a little bit, too," Irena sighed. "Her father was trying to stop us, and we can't have that. But enough chit chat, sweet cheeks. I'm going to sit down and you're going to tell me a story about a prophecy and a certain wolf named Derek. Make this easy on yourself, just tell me what his abilities are and I won't hurt you."

"Never," Kira growled defiantly.

"We'll see about that," Irena smirked as she pulled the blade out of Kira's hand. She dragged the tip of the blade along Kira's forearm, creating a trail of blood before she thrust it into the soft skin of her elbow. Kira let out a cry through gritted teeth, laughing to keep from sobbing as she tried to regain her composure.

/

Derek needed to find a way to get away from the rest of the pack so he could look through the vault for any information on the rings. He still wasn't sure if it was a good idea to tell everyone the truth about everything, but he also felt bad keeping it from them. They deserved to know the truth. But before that, he needed to know how much the hunters knew. "Stiles, what exactly did the hunters say when they took Kira?" he asked.

"Well, they said that she was going to be with her parents," Stiles answered. "When I tried to get them to leave her alone they turned on me and kept asking me if I was you. They demanded to know about a prophecy and they kept telling me to show them my powers. I told them that I wasn't you and that I didn't know what they were talking about and then they knocked me out and put me in the bath tub, I guess."

"Prophecy? Powers?" Scott repeated. "What were they talking about?" Stiles shrugged and suddenly all eyes were on Derek. "Derek?"

"I " Derek was interrupted by a stabbing pain shooting from his hand. He gritted his teeth and tried not to yell before the pain vanished. He definitely needed to go research the rings.

"Are you okay?" Lydia stood up and took a couple steps towards him.

"Yeah," Derek breathed, "I'm fine."

"Then what was that?" Lydia inquired.

"It was…" he was going to say nothing, but he decided to tell them the truth, "Kira, I think." Realizing that his answer caused more confusion than clarity, he continued, "These rings," he pointed to his wedding band, "were passed down through my family. I don't know much about them, other than the fact that my mother wanted me to have them because they would 'help our bond grow.' I think tha " He grabbed his elbow in agony and waited for the pain to go away. "I think that I'm feeling whatever pain Kira's feeling."

"So before, at the warehouse, that was Kira," Scott mused.

Derek nodded. "We need to find her. Fast."

"Okay, but we still don't know what they meant by prophecy," Boyd pointed out.

"Or powers," Erica chimed in.

Once again, all eyes were on Derek. He knew that he needed to tell them. There was no avoiding it now. "I'm not a 'normal' werewolf," he sighed, unable to meet anyone's gaze. "Apparently, I'm something known as an avi-wolf. They're rare. They only come around once every couple hundred years. After the last one died, there was a prophecy saying that the next avi-wolf would be the most powerful. It said that the reason he would be the most powerful was because he'd be paired with another powerful, rare creature. A thunder kitsune. It said that together they would be practically unstoppable." He looked up and was met by stunned stares.

"How long have you known about this?" Scott asked.

"I've only known about it for a few months," Derek replied sheepishly. "I found out about it because I picked up a hitchhiker who said her name was Kira and she was going to Beacon Hills so she could find Derek Hale. She showed me a letter she got from her mom that was signed by my mom too. So we went to the vault and found mine and things just went from there."

"But I thought you said you were old friends," Stiles interjected.

"We were, but our moms separated us because they thought we'd be safer that way," Derek explained. "Once they could no longer protect us, we were sup " he gasped at the pain in his hip, " posed to protect each other."

"And the powers?" Scott pried.

"Well, there are quite a few, but the only one I can do successfully every time is to make myself invisible," Derek answered. "We haven't even gotten past the basics of flying yet."

Everyone stared at him for a moment before Scott broke the silence, "We can use this as an advantage."

/

When Irena finally left, Kira had a lot more wounds and lost more blood. The last one was the worst. Frustrated that she couldn't make Kira talk, the red-head had cut across her stomach, from her left ribs to her right hipbone. It was gruesome to look at and since Irena hadn't turned off the lights, she could.

Her body would need a long time to repair the damage Irena had done. She was ruthless and unrelenting, unafraid of getting blood on her hands. Kira felt like she might pass out at any moment from the loss of blood. She did everything she could to stay awake, which wasn't much, considering she was chained to a table.

Kira looked over to where Allison lay and saw her eyes flutter open, blinking as she adjusted to the lights. When she got a look at Kira her eyes went wide in horror. She tried to scream but it was muffled by the gag in her mouth.

"Shh," Kira soothed as Allison struggled against the chains. "I'll be okay. We'll be okay," she said calmly, knowing that it might not be true. "We're going to get out of here." She studied the chains and locks, trying to see if there was something she could do to free them. If she could get her arm free, there was a silver tray of dental tools she'd be able to reach. That was something she didn't want to be around for.

Kira wriggled her wrist, trying to slip it past the chains. She slid her entire body up, wincing in pain as she did so. The chains that had been around her ribs were now sitting on top of the gash in her stomach. Her hand was almost free, just a little bit more. She kept pushing, even though her body was tired and screaming for her to stop. After a little more pushing, she managed to get her fingers hooked around the chain. Her hand was at an awkward angle and it hurt like hell but she almost had it. With her teeth clenched to keep her quiet, she pushed against the chain with whatever strength she had left. She heard her wrist crack a little bit, but at least it was free. It was definitely not the worst injury she'd endured that day.

A sigh of relief passed Kira's lips. Getting her hand free had taken more energy than she'd anticipated and part of her just wanted to give up. Her head felt like it was swimming due to the blood loss, but she had to keep going. She felt around for the tray, waiting for her hand to hit it. "C'mon," she muttered under her breath. Finally, she felt it. She dragged it towards her so she could reach the dental pick. It took a little bit of fumbling, but she had it in her hand. They were going to get out.