The admin tent bustled with activity. It doubled as the first aid area and a home base for the girls dressed in white costumes. Another candidate, clearly from the mature division, gave Astrid a wave as she entered the large marquee. Dean followed closely in Astrid's wake nodding appreciatively at the busty blonde.

Astrid made her way behind the fold out tables, pulling her bag out of a pile of personal effects tucked under the Official's feet. She pulled out some folded sheets of paper and returned the bag to it's hiding spot.

'These are the most recent photos I could find,' she said, handing Dean the papers.

Astrid had done a good job. Each ID photo had a name printed underneath and a few notes about their habits.

'Maybe we should start with this one?' Dean asked, tapping his finger on the page. Astrid had hand scrawled a note under the name. She was a fellow Moongoddess. 'Should be easy enough to spot in that white dress.'

Astrid nodded and lead him back out of the tent.

'What will you do with her when you confront her?' Astrid asked, a nervous frown marring her face.

'Why? What were you planning on doing? What's your interest in these people anyway?' Dean realised he knew very little about Astrid. It was time he found out. 'You don't look much like the hunter type.'

'Hunter?' she scoffed. 'Where did you get that idea? I'm with the White coven!'

'Great! Another witch,' Dean muttered under his breath. He wasn't as trusting as Sam. She might profess to stand against the Devil and the dark arts. But what she practiced still seemed unnatural to him.

Astrid probably hadn't heard him. She was currently explaining her methods.

'She will be given a chance to change her ways and if she refuses, she will be bound by a voiding charm, making it impossible for her to perform any magic.'

Dean studied her with disbelief. She was deadly serious. He suddenly had a picture of just how inexperienced and naive Astrid really was.

'Right! How bout you try that after I knock her to the ground and put a Holy blade to her throat,' he said dryly.

The dark thing seethed in the undergrowth of the forest.

It had made a mistake.

The Alpha had been strong, but not strong enough to resist. The energy sucked from him had surged into the dark thing, swelling its power to new heights. It was enough.

And then it sensed the target nearby. It felt the ebb and flow of raw magic.

Thinking the moment had finally come, the dark thing emerged silently from its hiding place and flowed over the woman, looking for a way in.

It was not her!

The woman in the white dress was not who it searched for. There was no way in.

In a red rage, the dark thing fed on her too, pulling her essence out her throat and leaving her limp and cold on the ground.

Then it retreated back from the noise and crowds of the fair, the strange magical energy it had consumed swirling heavy inside.

Scott heard the cry for help over the hubbub of happy people. His sensitive ears picked up her screams and his eyes flashed red in response. He grabbed Kira's hand and pulled her in the direction of the sound.

They ran between a drink stall and a showbag truck into the back alley of the carnival, where the large metal bins and generators were tucked away out of sight.

Scott skidded to a halt, taking in the scene. A very tall man stood looking down at the body of a Moongoddess. Her legs splayed at an unnatural angle and even from here Scott could see the empty stare of her eyes.

Scott growled. His claws shot out from the ends of his fingers.

'Whoah! Back up! This wasn't me!' the man said, pulling a gun from his jeans to point at Kira and Scott.

'Of course you would say that,' Scott said in a low, menacing tone, not taking his eyes off the man or the gun.

'I heard her screaming and came to help.'

Then someone else arrived.

It was the man in the leather jacket, the man who had threatened Stiles earlier. He also had a gun pointed at Scott. Behind him, another woman in a white dress rushed over to check the form on the ground. Scott recognised her as the white witch who had spoken with him in the Fortune Tellers tent.

'It's her, Dean!' she said. Her voice didn't sound distressed. She seemed more confused than upset.

Scott relaxed his hands by his sides and the two men responded by lowering their guns.

'What's going on here?' Scott asked, mystified.