Marlow sat on Scott's bed, waiting for him and Stiles to come up the stairs. She couldn't fathom just how Scott had managed to ruin Liam's life in one day. She wrung her hands, then got up off the bed and walked into the bathroom where Scott had demanded they throw Liam into the tub after covering his entire body in duct tape. Despite better judgment, she opened the curtain.

Liam gave her a terrified look and Marlow bit her lip. "I am so sorry," she told him.

"Marlow, what are you doing?" Scott asked as he and Stiles walked into the room.

The girl jumped and pulled the curtain shut. "Nothing," she told him. Scott sighed, pulling the curtain open once more. Stiles sighed and forcefully closed the curtain again.

The boys sat down on the bed and Marlow looked at them questioningly.

"So you bit him," Stiles said.

"Yeah," Scott answered.

"And you kidnapped him."

"Yeah."

"And brought him here," Stiles said accusingly.

"I panicked," Scott answered defensively.

"Yup," Stiles nodded. "This isn't going to end with us burying the pieces of his body out in the desert, is it?" he asked. The three heard Liam groan as he tried to free himself in the bathtub.

"Stiles, shut up!" Marlow demanded.

"As a reminder, this is why I always come up with the plans. Your plans suck," Stiles told Scott.

"I know. Which is why I called you," Scott said.

"So, what do we do?"

Liam fought his restraints once more. "Oh I don't know, maybe we should get him out of your bathtub," she said sarcastically.

"That's a given, Marls. I meant after that," Stiles shot back.

Marlow sighed. "How am I supposed to know? Scott bit him."

Scott sighed in defeat and Stiles put a chair in the middle of the room. The boys got Liam out of the tub and put him on the chair.

"This is crazy," Marlow said.

Stiles sighed. "What do you want us to do?"

"We can't just leave him here tied up. He has rights," Marlow reminded him.

Stiles waved a hand at her. "I know," he said.

"Liam, we're going to take the tape off your mouth. If you scream, it goes right back on. If you talk quietly, it stays off." Stiles told the freshman. "Got it?"

Liam nodded. "Okay," Stiles said motioning for Scott to rip off the tape. Scott didn't get it. Marlow let out an angry sigh and ripped the tape off herself.

"Okay, Liam, now you've seen a lot of confusing things tonight. And more confusing things are going to happen because of the confusing things that happened tonight." Stiles explained. Marlow nearly slapped him. "Do you understand?"

"Not really," Liam told him.

"Good. That's good," Stiles mumbled.

"I don't understand either," Scott admitted.

"Who would?!" Marlow burst out.

Stiles waved her off once more. "Maybe you should tell him," he said, turning to Scott.

"Tell me what?" Liam asked, getting angrier by the second. Marlow was surprised he hadn't completely lost it yet.

"Liam. What happened to you, what I did to you, which I had to do in order to save you, - it's going to change you," Scott explained. At least they were getting somewhere now.

"Unless it kills you," Stiles said.

"I swear to God, I will kill you!" Marlow yelled at Stiles. Liam started crying. Marlow was dumbfounded. He did not seem like a crier. Then again, Scott had just bitten him and then they kidnapped him.

"Shouldn't have said that," Stiles admitted. Marlow facepalmed. "Uh Uh-oh. Oh-oh. Is he-Is he crying?"

Scott kneeled to Liam's level. "Liam, it's okay. You're going to be all right. You're not going to die."

"Probably not," Stiles said. Marlow hit the back of his head.

"Stop it," Scott warned.

"Okay, possibly not," Stiles added.

"Stiles," Marlow warned.

"Would you just help me untie him?" Scott asked. Stiles and Scott untied him.

"Liam? Are you okay?" Scott asked.

"We're sorry about that. We're sorry," Stiles assured him. Liam looked up and Marlow saw his face change entirely. He turned and grabbed a chair. Marlow's eyes widened and she ducked away as Liam broke the chair over the boys' heads.

"Liam, what the hell is your-Ah!" Stiles yelled as Liam punched him across the face. Liam gave Marlow an accusing look before running from the room. She was mortified.

The boys got up and stumbled out of the room. "Get him!" Stiles yelled. They ran after him. Marlow followed. She only saw them all tumble down the staircase.

"Oh no," Marlow said. She followed them all. When she looked down from the top of the staircase the door was wide open and Scott and Stiles were unknowingly fighting each other. "Oh, my God! Are you two serious? How are we gonna explain this one away?"

Marlow jumped out of the Jeep when the trio arrived at school the next day. "Now remember, I will handle this from now on. You are not to accost him anymore. I will neuter both of you if I see you standing even ten feet away from him."

They had discussed their next move for hours after Liam escaped. Marlow nearly took off their heads. She told them loud and clear that she would be trying to talk to Liam from now on, not them. "Yes, mom. We get it," Stiles told her sarcastically.

"I'm serious. Stay away from him," she repeated as they dispersed.

She walked to the bus stop where she knew Mason, Garrett, and Violet would be. Garrett and Violet parted ways with Mason and he walked off to a panting Liam. Marlow kept her distance. She didn't want to scare Liam off. She tucked her hair behind her ear and focused on their conversation.

"Hey. Liam, why weren't you on the bus?" Mason asked.

"I ran," Liam answered.

"You ran three miles to school?" Mason asked.

"Yeah," Liam said. "I just started running," he added. Marlow sighed. He was turning into a werewolf for sure.

"So I guess your leg's okay?" Mason asked. His question went unanswered.

Liam panted, steadying himself on a nearby pole. "What happened to your arm?" Mason asked. Liam was not answering. "Dude, are you okay?" Mason asked. Liam turned around and saw Marlow. Mason followed his gaze. "Mar, over here!"

"You know her?!" Liam asked.

"Yeah, she's my best friend," Mason told Liam. Liam looked up, and Marlow followed his gaze. Scott was pulling a Derek and staring at him from afar. Marlow nearly lost it. She had given them clear instructions.

"I'll talk to you later. I gotta get to class," Liam rambled and ran off.

Mason looked after him confused. Marlow finally reached Mason. "Where's he going so fast?" she asked. Mason didn't know about her or anything supernatural that had happened in this town. Scott told her she could tell him. Marlow never did. She was too scared. And so far she had always been able to keep him out of harm's way.

"I don't know. He's a little weird today," he said.

Marlow shrugged. "It's a school day. Who wouldn't be?" she asked nonchalantly. She knew she had to leave though. She had to get to Liam before Scott and Stiles did. "Hey, Mason I gotta run. I'll see you later okay?"

Mason nodded, looking at her concerned. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good. I just need to talk to Stiles before class starts," she said rushing off. She hated leaving him in the dark but she would never endanger him.

Marlow ran into the school. She could hear Liam yelling from three feet away. "Can you just listen for one second? Please?" Scott asked.

She slowly walked up to them. Liam motioned for him to go on. "Liam. We're brothers now."

"Ugh," Marlow rolled her eyes, stifling a loud sigh. Sometimes Stiles and Scott made her want to pull out all of her hair.

"What?" Liam asked, his brows furrowed together.

"Oh, God," Stiles said.

"What are you talking about? We just met and you bit me."

"The bite-The bite is a gift," Scott went on.

"Are you kidding me?" Marlow asked, finally tired of staying quiet and watching the boys make a fool out of himself.

"Scott, stop. Please stop," Stiles said. He joined his best friend's side and turned his attention back to Liam. "You," he told him. "You, we're trying to help you, you little runt."

"By kidnapping me?" Liam asked. Touché.

"Just to clarify, Scott and Marlow kidnapped you. Okay? I aided and abetted," Stiles reminded him.

"Liam, I've gone through this before. Something's happening to you. Something big," Scott tried again.

"Nothing's happening to me," Liam said. He ripped the bandage off of his arm. Marlow stared at his spotless skin. He was turning into a werewolf. There was no denying it anymore. "Nothing," he repeated - visibly angrier. He turned and walked away.

Marlow walked up behind the boys and slapped them both on the back of their heads.

"Ow," Stiles complained. "What was that for?" he asked, turning back to her.

"I told you - My. Way."

"Your way won't help us," Scott told her bluntly. He was clearly trying to humor her too. It wasn't an easy situation. "Tonight is a full moon and Liam is a werewolf. We have to explain it to him before something terrible happens."

Marlow crossed her arms in front of her chest with a heavy sigh. She knew they were right, more than she cared to admit, but she didn't want them to be. They had just ruined this boy's life completely. And she knew from experience how damaging a sudden, new secret identity is.

"You can't ease him into it. We have to tell him, better sooner than later," Stiles added.

Marlow sighed once more. They were right. Liam would have to face the music and so would she. "What's your plan exactly?"

"We'll figure it out," Scott told her.

"I'll text you when we got something," Stiles told her.

The boys walked away from her. Marlow closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The young werecoyote was scared for Liam's future. There was no guarantee that he would believe them, and if he slipped out of their grasp during the full moon he may end up killing someone. Now more than ever, Marlow wished she wouldn't be in her own skin.

Stiles texted his sister during lunch. Marlow walked to the bus where the pack was already discussing solutions. "I'm not sharing my basement," she heard Malia say as she joined them.

"Actually, it's my basement. And my mom noticed how you tore it up last time," Lydia told Malia. She sounded defeated and Marlow couldn't blame her. It was incredibly hard to hide any secrets from loved ones, let alone the supernatural kind.

"All right, she's still learning," Stiles said defensively.

"But, we're going to use the boathouse for Liam. It's got support beams. We can chain him to one of them," Scott told them.

"But how do we get him out to the lake house if he doesn't trust us?" Kira asked.

"Good question," Marlow added. To her, it sounded like they were grasping at straws. She knew she shouldn't complain so much, given that she had no ideas herself, but it was frustrating to watch her friends gamble with one of her classmates' lives, not knowing how to truly keep him or others around him safe.

"I say if it keeps him from murdering someone we chloroform the little bastard and throw him in the lake," Stiles piped up once more, gesturing wildly. Marlow gave him an annoyed look, shifting her weight from one leg to another.

"I'm in," Malia said, raising her hand.

"Stop it, both of you," Marlow warned. She had no patience for their antics at this point and she was seriously considering sitting Liam down and just talking to him calmly, something her brother and Scott never seemed to think of.

"We're not killing or kidnapping him," Scott chimed in.

"Then let's be smarter. We tell him there's a party and invite him," Lydia offered.

Stiles chuckled. "So, you're going to ask out a freshman?"

"No, I'm done with teenage boys. But, if we're playing a trick on someone, we'll have to use the trickster," Lydia said, looking at Kira.

Kira gave her a wide-eyed look. She was terrified. "Who? Me? No way. Not me."

"Yes, you. Do you know what they call a female fox? A vixen," Lydia told her with a smirk.

"No. It's not gonna work. Why don't we have Marlow do it? She's the only one who's a freshman and knows him," Kira suggested.

"Absolutely not! No fucking way," Marlow burst out, eyes wide open. She couldn't believe Kira would throw her under the bus like that.

"Exactly. She knows him already and he doesn't trust her," Stiles reminded her. He wasn't catching on once again.

"I think she can do it," Kira said with a smile. Marlow narrowed her eyes at her friend. This was not how she wanted to handle things. Not when she wasn't sure about her own feelings toward Liam.

"I, for one think she should do it, actually," Malia chimed in. The group stared at her. "What, I can smell the fact that she has a crush on him from a mile away."

The group looked back at Marlow questioningly.

"No!"

"Yes," Malia told her bluntly.

"Yes, you do," Lydia added matter-of-factly.

"Backstabbers - all of you!" Marlow told the girls accusingly. "It doesn't matter anyway, he won't trust me one bit."

"I'll come with. If you can't do it, I will," Kira assured her.

Marlow sighed. Something had to be done to keep Liam safe. "Fine!"

After a beat of silence, Stiles looked at his sister. "You don't actually like Liam like that, do you?"

"Ugh," she said in response and walked away with Kira trailing after her.

"When Liam comes out of class, just be all sexy and walk down the stairs. Then you tell him about the party and invite him and we'll do the rest," Kira repeated once more.

Marlow scrunched up her face, trying to mask the disgust forming in it. In a perfect world, she'd sit Liam down and tell him that his life was going to change and he would have to deal with it - just like she had to. She wouldn't have to try and woo him in order to save his life. It didn't help that she wasn't used to flirting.

"I got it, Kira, don't worry," she said nonetheless. There was no use turning back. Something had to be done.

"Go, go, go!" Kira whispered, pushing her forward as the bell rang.

Liam and Mason walked out of the classroom. Marlow walked down the stairs, she caught Liam's attention. He looked like he was contemplating running away again. But he stood still anyway. The young werecoyote walked downstairs in style and made it over to Liam. "Hey," she smiled coyly.

Liam still looked freaked out at the mere sight of her and she couldn't blame him. "Hi?"

Mason gave them both a weirded-out look. "What's going on, you guys?"

Marlow ignored him, even though it hurt her.

"So Liam, my friend Lydia is throwing a party, and I wanted to know if you wanted to go with me?" she asked, making sure to push a strand of her hair back in a flirty motion. Liam raised an eyebrow. Mason looked at her confused, even though he had encouraged her to go for it with Liam just two days ago.

"Since when does Lydia Martin invite freshmen to any party of hers?" he asked.

"Since, recently," Marlow replied quickly. She slapped herself internally. She should have done this while Liam was still alone. "So?" she asked, turning back to Liam.

"You want me to take you to a party? After everything that happened yesterday?"

"I wanted to apologize for that. I realize I should have never let it come that far. So, yeah, sorry for that," she told him awkwardly, wiping her palms on her jeans.

Liam nodded but said nothing else at first. His mind was clearly racing. "Will your brother and Scott leave me alone if I go?"

"Yes!"

He sighed. "Fine, I'm in."

Marlow smiled at him. "Great! My friend Kira and I will pick you up. I'll text you then," she said, turning on her heel.

"Don't you need my number for that?" Liam asked. Marlow laughed under her breath, turning back around. She could feel her face burning.

"Of course," she said, fumbling for her phone in her pocket. She turned back to give Kira a thumbs up as Liam typed his number into her phone. She had no idea how the plan had worked out, but wouldn't question it if it got Liam to the lakehouse.

"Mason, I swear to you, I'm not dropping you as my best friend. We've been best friends since I threw that doll at you in kindergarten and we will continue to be. I didn't invite you to the party because I need to apologize to Liam. On my own. I swear I still love you," Marlow said.

Mason had been talking Marlow's ear off for twenty minutes already, thinking she was ditching him for Liam. The mere implication was ridiculous.

"So are you finally gonna ask him out on an actual date?" Mason asked over the phone.

"What? No! Stiles and Scott did something to him last night. I have to apologize for that. Because if I let those idiots do it, he'll eventually think we're all crazy and report us to the police or something," Marlow explained as she applied some more eyeshadow.

"Jesus, what did you do to him?" Mason asked, chuckling.

"Nothing illegal," Marlow said. Lie. "He was just pissed that Scott tackled him and almost broke his leg," she added. Lie.

"Okay, if you say so," Mason said. "So, what are you wearing? You need to impress Liam if you're aiming for a second date."

Marlow rolled her eyes. "Not a date, which means I'm wearing my usual outfit."

"No, no, no! Even if this isn't a date with Liam, you might still meet some other hottie at that party. Jeans and a t-shirt won't cut it this time."

Marlow sighed. "Mason..."

"No, listen to me, I've seen your closet. You have some gems in there. So take one of those mini skirts you got and one of those crop tops that Lydia likes to sneak into your wardrobe. You put those on and the clothes, along with your pretty face, will have all the guys and girls swooning over you."

Marlow raised an eyebrow. "Since when do you know and care so much about fashion?"

"Since I want you to score with someone, anyone tonight," he said. "Now, put that on. And those thigh-high boots. And do a high-ponytail. That'll do the trick."

"I'll do the boots but not the high-pony. If my dad catches me leaving the house looking like a hooker I'm gonna get grounded so fast."

Mason sighed. "Fine. Liam will be drooling over you either way."

"Thanks, Mase," she said.

"Okay, good luck. Bye, bye."

"Bye," Marlow said. She hung up the phone and tossed it onto her bed.

She went over to the closet and pulled out the skirt and top. Might as well keep the lie up. A few minutes later she walked out of her room. "Marlow, Kira's here!" Stiles said, stopping dead in his tracks as he looked at her. "Are you wearing that?"

"Why? Is something wrong with it?" Marlow asked, looking down at it.

"No! It's not that, it's just - wow! This is a lot for a made-up party," he said, gesturing wildly.

Marlow smiled at him. "Stiles, calm down. If I show up at Liam's house to pick him up for a party looking like always, he'll get suspicious," she assured her brother.

He nodded. "Okay, fine. Just be safe."

Marlow squeezed his shoulder as she walked past him. "I will be fine," she told him as she walked away.

Marlow stood in front of Liam's house. She shook her hands nervously. A lot was riding on this plan and if she screwed it up now, Liam might do something he'd regret later. She had never been relied on for bigger parts of plans, and the fact that so much rested on her shoulders now freaked out.

Finally, she knocked on the door.

One of the doctors from the hospital opened it. "Yes?"

"Hi, I'm Marlow. I came to pick up Liam," Marlow greeted with a wave.

"Ah, yes of course," he said. He turned back. "Liam! Your friend is here!" he yelled upstairs.

Liam came rushing down the stairs a few seconds later. "I'm coming!" he yelled. He looked at Marlow, taken aback. "Oh wow," he stammered. "You look great."

Marlow looked down on herself. "Thanks. So do you," she said. Kira honked the car horn. "I think we should go. Our ride's waiting."

"Yeah, of course," Liam said. He walked past his dad, who lightly grabbed his arm before he could leave.

"She seems sweet. Next time you pick her up," he whispered to him. Marlow smiled to herself.

Liam sighed. "Yes Dad," he said, before walking out the door. The two walked to the car. "You promise this isn't another ambush?"

"Solemnly swear," she said. She truly hated how good she had gotten at lying. They got into the car and Kira drove off.

The ride to Lydia's lakehouse was endless and throughout it, Liam was showing more and more signs of turning. When they finally arrived at the house and got out of the car Liam looked around, a confused look on his face. All of the lights were out and naturally, there were only two other cars besides Kira's. "Where is everyone?" he asked.

Marlow looked around nervously. There were about a thousand things that could go wrong.

"They're here. It's a small party," Kira assured him. Marlow nodded for reinforcement.

"You said everyone was coming," Liam said, looking over at Marlow. Her heart was racing. She hated lying. But right there at that moment, everyone relied on her to get Liam to the party and ensure he'd stay. So she put on her brave face and walked up to him, linking her arm with his.

"They'll be here, Liam. Don't worry. We're just - early," she told him, putting on a sweet smile. He narrowed his eyes at her. "Come on. I told you, you can trust me," she assured him. And she meant it. She could trust him with his safety.

She squeezed his shoulder reassuringly as Kira opened the door to the house. Marlow truly did feel bad about lying to him, but out of all people, she knew what could happen when a newly turned shapeshifter didn't know what they were doing.

She led Liam inside where Scott, Stiles, Malia, and Lydia were already gathered and waiting for them. She unlinked their arms and took a step back.

Kira locked the door and gave Liam an apologetic smile. "Sorry."

Liam's face faltered as he looked at Marlow. "Me too," she told him.

Liam turned back to the others. "What the hell is this?"

"Think of it as an intervention. You have a problem, Liam," Stiles told him.

"And we're the only ones that can help," Scott added.

Marlow put his hand on her shoulder and Liam shrugged it off. She let her arm fall back to her side, biting her lip. "Liam, look, we know you don't like us all that much but we have some things to explain to you," Scott said. Liam let out an annoyed sigh.

"It's not a joke, Liam," Marlow told him. He shook his head.

"Listen, we're just gonna break this to you now because we don't have much time," Malia chimed in.

"Liam, you're a werewolf," Scott added quickly as if to rip the bandaid off quickly.

Liam scoffed. "You have got to be kidding me," he said, shaking his head.

"It's true. I know because I am one too," Scott assured him.

Liam looked back and forth between the group. "Oh, okay, so what are all of you?" he asked with just the slightest hint of sarcasm.

"I'm a Banshee," Lydia told him. "I can sense when someone is close to dying."

"I'm a werecoyote," Malia said.

"Same here," Marlow added.

Liam turned back to her. "Does Mason know that?"

"No, and if you tell him, I'll crack your nuts," Marlow told him. There was the slightest hint of a smirk on his face before Kira spoke up.

"And I'm kind of like a fox," she said.

Liam narrowed his eyes once more as he turned back to the group. "Werewolf? Werecoyotes. Banshee." he said, pointing at each individual. Liam turned around to face Kira. "Fox?"

"Kitsune. But fox works," she clarified.

"What are you?" Liam asked Stiles.

"Uh, for a little while, I was possessed by an evil spirit. It was very evil," Stiles explained and Marlow began to wonder why they even let him come.

"What are you now?" Liam asked.

Stiles looked around helplessly. "Better. Um..."

Liam looked down at the table where Malia's chains were lying on. "Are those for me?"

"No, they're for me," Malia told him, flashing her icy blue eyes.

Liam took a step back. "How did you do that?" he asked. The rising panic in his voice was apparent.

"You'll learn. But first, you need to get through the full moon," Scott told him.

"The moon's already out," Liam pointed out. Marlow's heart began to race. There was a sudden change of tone in Liam's voice. Just like the night, he fled from Scott's house.

"And you're starting to feel something, aren't you?" Scott asked.

"I feel like I'm surrounded by a bunch of psychotic nutjobs. You guys are out of your freaking minds," Liam began ranting, his attention wandering to everyone in the group. His voice rose steadily. "I don't know how you did that eye thing and I don't care. I'm walking out the door right now! If any of you try to stop me, I swear to God, I'm gonna-" he yelled before falling to the floor, clutching his ears in pain.

"What's wrong? Liam?" Scott asked, slowly approaching him.

Marlow held on to him as he clutched his ears harder. "You don't hear that?"

Marlow narrowed her eyes. She focused her ears and heard a bunch of engines and car horns outside.

"Did you tell someone about this?" Lydia asked.

"My friend Mason," Liam admitted. Marlow groaned. If Mason was coming, he'd probably bring the entire freshman class with him. "You said it was a party," he told her as she held on to him.

"I know but how did not see through that lie?" she asked helplessly.

"Who did Mason invite?" Stiles asked.

"I'm assuming everyone, Stiles. You know what he's like," Marlow reminded him.

"She's just about right," Kira added as she looked out of the window.

Liam's claws extended and he dragged his hands across the floor. Lydia took a panicked step forward. "The floors! Get him off the floors!" she demanded. Liam looked up and roared, forcing Lydia to take a step back.

"We need to get him to the boathouse. Now!" Scott demanded. Marlow let go of him and Scott and Kira led Liam outback.

"Uh!" Malia said, holding onto the table. "Stiles..." she said, turning back to him with a roar. Stiles took a step back and then grabbed Malia and the bag with the chains.

"Hey-Okay, basement. Now. Now," he demanded, ready to lead her downstairs.

"What am I supposed to do with the hordes gathering outside the door?" Lydia asked at a loss for words. This was not planned at all.

"Lydia, who throws the best parties in Beacon Hills?" Stiles asked rhetorically.

"What?" Lydia asked back. "Me, obviously."

Stiles and Malia waved at her. "Okay, then throw a party," he said before disappearing downstairs with Malia. Lydia turned to Marlow, mouth agape.

"Uch!" she complained. She walked past the brunette, and up to the door. "This is your fault. These are your friends!" she said, walking by.

Marlow raised her hands defensively. "Mason is my friend. I don't know any of these other people thanks to all of you weirdos!"

The younger girl walked up behind Lydia as she opened the door. It indeed looked like the entire freshman class was standing behind Mason and Marlow wanted to break something.

"Hey," Mason greeted.

"Hey, Mase," Marlow said, smiling through the pain.

"Uh, are we in the right place?" he asked, looking around the empty house.

"For the party?" Garrett asked. Marlow sighed as Lydia looked back at her.

The strawberry blonde put on her biggest smile and turned back to Mason. "Absolutely," she said.

The crowd cheered and entered the house. Lydia turned back to Marlow, eyes wide open as she let the hoards fill in.

Marlow was unsure of where to go. She knew for a fact she wouldn't be welcome in the basement with it being one of Malia's first few full moons.

She didn't want to intrude in the boathouse, thinking two people were already enough for Liam to handle in this state and she sure as hell couldn't just start to party with everyone else.

So Marlow did what Marlow did best. Damage control. Lydia was not happy to have a bunch of freshmen in the house. Understandable, as she had also confided in Marlow that Lydia's mother Natalie had to put the house up on the market for sale. So she did her best to stop her classmates from wrecking the house.

Mason ran up to her with the biggest smile on his face. "Oh my God, Marlow! This is insane."

He was practically raving and Marlow had to pull him back into reality. "Mason, I love you. But I am going to kill you."

Mason gave her a confused look. "What did I do?"

"Who said you could come to the party and bring the entire freshman class with you?"

"Well, Miss Marls, you said that Lydia Martin was throwing a party and inviting freshmen and I didn't want to spend another night watching movies at my place with Garrett and Violet. So here I am," Marlow explained. This was getting out of hand. "Where's Liam, by the way?"

Marlow's heart skipped a beat. "Uhh, he's here somewhere probably," Marlow lied through her teeth.

"I'm gonna go find him. And then we're all gonna have some fun. Do you hear me, Mar?" he asked.

Marlow stifled a frustrated scream. "Mason-hey, you! Get that wine glass off that extremely expensive table!" she yelled, trying to overpower the music as Mason left her side. "Wait, Mason - no!" she yelled as someone lifted her over their shoulders. "Hey! Let me down, I swear to God!"

She was swiftly put back on the ground. She stumbled back a little, trying to keep her balance. This was too much. She couldn't see Mason anymore but saw that Lydia was rushing up the stairs. She needed air. As Marlow walked to the backdoor, she looked at the partygoers and wondered if this was her Titanic moment. "Time to abandon ship."

Marlow slowly made her way out to the boathouse. She couldn't stand to be inside one more second and had to know what was going on with Liam.

She wasn't even halfway from the house when she heard a window smash. She turned back to the house, wide-eyed, but every window there still seemed to be intact so it had to have been Liam. "Shit!" she yelled, her anxiety levels rising to an all-time high. It was like nothing was going right. But when did it ever?

She ran to the boathouse. Kira was standing inside, looking at a broken window. She didn't know what to do anymore either.

"What happened?" Marlow asked, alarmed by Scott and Liam both being gone.

Kira pointed at one of the support beams. "He broke the chains."

"And jumped out the window," Marlow concluded. Kira nodded. "I just-I'm gonna try to follow them. Could you please just go back to the house and make sure Lydia doesn't lose her mind?" she asked defeatedly. Kira nodded and they parted ways. Marlow took off for the fighting noises.

She ran through the woods, trying to catch Scott or Liam's scent. Marlow wasn't even sure why she was invested in this. Probably because she should have fought harder to keep Scott and Stiles away from Liam. His turning into a werewolf was just as much her fault as it was theirs.

She skidded to a stop. The young werecoyote could feel the roar building inside of her. She let it out, hoping Scott would hear her and report back.

Marlow could hear it off in the distance and ran towards the echo of the sound. She arrived too late as Liam had already overpowered Scott and pinned him to a tree, most likely ready to tear him apart. "It's all your fault! This is your fault!"

"Liam, stop it!" Marlow yelled. Liam turned back to her, anger in his yellow-glowing eyes.

"You lied! You swore you wouldn't lie!" he yelled, running at her. Marlow shifted, roaring at him as she deflected his attack. She pushed him to the floor, and he grabbed her ankle and pulled her down with him. He was on top of her, still angry. "You lied!"

Marlow tried holding Liam away from her. "Get off!" she demanded. Scott roared, his eyes glowing red. He ripped Liam off of Marlow and suddenly there was a bang and then a blinding light. Marlow knew exactly what that meant and shielded her eyes.

When she opened them again, Liam had taken off deeper into the woods. Scott helped her up. "Are you okay?" he asked her, his hands on her shoulders.

Marlow nodded. "I'm fine," she assured him.

He nodded and both turned back around to see Chris Argent walking up to them. "How did you know?"

"I got your text," he told Scott. "There's a clearing just north of here. All you have to do is corral him there. The rest is taken care of."

"What are you going to do?" Scott asked.

"He's your Beta, Scott," Chris reminded him. "The better question is what are you going to do?"

"He won't listen to me," Scott informed Chris.

"He will if you start using your own words," Chris suggested. They heard Liam yelp out in distance. "Here," Chris said, handing Scott the remote to his traps. "Go," he added and Scott took off.

Marlow let out a relieved sigh. She engulfed Chris in a hug. "I've missed you so much."

"I missed you too," he said. They broke apart. "A lot has happened, huh?" he asked, looking out towards the woods.

Marlow nodded. "You could say that, yeah."

"We should probably go after them. Make sure nothing goes wrong," Chris suggested. Marlow nodded and they walked off.

When they arrived Liam was sitting inside a circle of traps. Scott kneeled in front of him. "They can't know about this," he brought out between heavy breaths. "My mom, my stepdad, I can't do this to them again."

"What do you mean again?" Scott asked.

"I got kicked out of school and I deserved it. The way they looked at me when they saw what I did to that car..." Liam explained.

"Liam, it's okay," Scott assured him.

"They can't see me like this," he sobbed.

"Like a monster?" Scott asked. He got up, looking down at Liam. "You're not a monster. You're a werewolf." Scott told Liam. "Like me," he added. Liam looked up at Scott.

"And you're not alone! You have friends now. A pack!" Marlow assured him. She walked down the hill, next to Scott. "We're gonna be here to help you get through it," she added. "I solemnly swear. For real this time."

Scott offered Liam his hand. He took it and got up. "Now let's go back to the house. Kira texted me. Lydia's got something on the code."