Marlow and Stiles were waiting to hear their dad's reaction as he closed the door. They had just told him about their plan to go to Mexico and save Scott and Stiles. Marlow was not looking forward to the ensuing discussion.

Noah slammed his office door shut and turned back to his kids. "You're not going to Mexico," he told them angrily.

"Dad, Scott, and Kira have been kidnapped and taken to Mexico. Okay? I think that's a pretty good reason for a trip to Mexico." Stiles tried to reason.

Noah walked around to his desk. He wasn't happy and Marlow couldn't blame him. "Okay. Even if Deaton is right about this. The best thing to do is to go through the proper channels." Noah told Stiles.

"Dad." Stiles chimed in.

"That means calling the right law enforcement agencies, border patrol, putting out an all-points." Noah went on regardless. Marlow wanted to tell Stiles to slow down but she understood his urgency.

"Dad, I can't just wait around for the wheels of bureaucracy to start spinning in five different government offices," Stiles told Noah. "Okay? Someone needs to go down there right now, find them and rescue them," he added. "We're going," Stiles said matter-of-factly.

"I can keep you from going," Noah told them.

"We'd find a way," Stiles said.

"I can throw you in a cell," Noah said.

"We'd still find a way," Stiles told him.

"Stiles, please." Noah pleaded. "Just give me a little more time to verify something slightly more concrete than a psychic vision by some guy with a third eye!" he said. "Look, I will call every law enforcement agency all the way down to South America if I have to," he went on. "If nothing turns up, then I'll book three flights to Mexico. We'll all go," he assured his kids. "Okay?"

"Fine," Marlow said with a nod.

"Okay, okay, great," Stiles told him. "Do I get a gun?"

Marlow rolled her eyes. "No," Noah said. Stiles gave Marlow a confused look. She shook her head at him.

Stiles rummaged through Scott's closet. Marlow looked around nervously. "Dad said we're not allowed to go."

Stiles kept looking for something Malia could get a scent off of. "You're not coming anyways," he said. Marlow angrily growled.

Stiles chucked a pair of shorts at Malia. "Here, try that."

Malia smelled the shorts. She shook her head. "Fabric softener," she told him.

Marlow wasn't usually that aggressive but Stiles was getting on her nerves. "Yes, I am," she told him. "Because you need all the help that you can get."

Stiles got his head out of the closet and went into Scott's bathroom. "Yeah, but you're still not coming."

Marlow jutted out her hip and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "I'll tell dad you're going." she threatened. He threw the lid of the laundry basket he was looking through shut and turned around to face her. She knew the look on his face. He was challenging her to do it. Usually, Marlow would falter. Not now.

She stood her ground and Stiles took a deep breath. "Fine," he said, clearly pissed off. He grabbed some dirty underwear from Scott's laundry basket and held it out to Malia. Malia scrunched up her nose. "Remember, Scott's life is on the line," Stiles told her.

Malia turned around and gave Marlow a pleading look. Marlow looked around the room and finally jumped crawled onto Scott's bed and threw Malia his pillow. She took a whiff of it and smirked at Stiles. Marlow shook her head. "Idiot." she cursed at Stiles.

"Yeah. That works, too," he said. The trio took off down the stairs. Liam was sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for them. "Oh! Liam, go home. You're not coming with us." Stiles told him annoyedly.

Liam jumped off the table and walked up to them. "Why not?"

"Because it's a full moon." Stiles reminded him. "And I don't feel like driving all the way down to Mexico just to have you rip my throat out."

"You can lock me up, right? Chain me down to the back seat or something?" Liam asked.

"You tore through the last chains, remember?" Malia asked him back.

"Yeah, we would have to freeze you in carbonite to get you down there," Stiles told him.

"Okay, then where do we get carbonite?" Liam asked. Marlow sighed. She didn't need Stiles to go into yet another Star Wars rant.

"Seriously, you haven't seen it either?" Stiles asked.

"Does that matter right now?!" Marlow asked.

Stiles turned to walk away from Liam. "Wait! What if we put me in the trunk?" Liam asked.

"You'd get out of that, too," Malia told him.

"Liam, you've been a werewolf all of five minutes. You don't have to do this." Stiles assured him.

"I know I don't, but I want to," Liam told Stiles. "There's gotta be bigger chains, a bigger trunk or something. There has to be."

Stiles thought for a second. "Maybe there is."

Marlow, Stiles, Malia, and Liam jumped out of the Jeep and walked over to Derek and Braeden. Marlow angrily looked at Peter. In all the hustle she hadn't found a moment to tell Stiles about what she had heard at the lacrosse game. And she wouldn't do it now either, not when Peter was there. "How did you get a prison transport van?" Stiles asked Braeden.

"I'm a U.S. Marshal," Braeden told Stiles matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, I just thought that was just a cover," Stiles told her. There was a beat of silence before Derek and Peter got out of the car.

"Are we really bringing him?" Derek asked, pointing at Liam.

"Are we really bringing him?" Stiles asked back, pointing at Peter.

"We're bringing everyone that we can. And considering Scott and Kira were taken the night before a full moon, we should probably get going." Peter said. Marlow bit back a snarky remark. There wasn't time for fighting.

"What's that mean?" Malia asked.

"If Kate took Scott back to the same temple that she took Derek, how do we know she's not planning to do the same thing to him?" Peter asked.

"What, she wants to make him younger?" Liam asked.

"Or take him back to when he wasn't a werewolf," Derek said.

"A werewolf can't steal a true Alpha's power. But maybe a Nagual jaguar, with the power of Tezcatlipoca behind her Maybe she can." Peter said. "So, if everyone is sufficiently freaked out, I say we get going."

"We can't," Stiles said. "Not without Lydia."

Stiles was on the phone with Lydia who still hadn't gotten back to them. Time was running out and they would have to leave soon. "What's she doing at the school anyway?" Derek asked.

"We got Kira's sword, but we need something with a stronger scent. Lydia went to get a jacket out of her locker." Malia told him.

Stiles walked back over to them. "Nothing," he said.

"If she has a car, she can catch up to us." Braeden chimed in.

Peter pointed at her. "That's a good point. We'll call her from the road," he said. Marlow rolled his eyes at him.

"No. What if something happened? What if she's in trouble?" Stiles asked.

"Fine. You stay, you find her. We're gonna go on without you." Peter said.

"No!" Marlow said annoyedly. He gave her a strange look. She didn't know if he knew that she had heard the conversation he'd had with Malia at the game.

"I could call Mason," Liam said, interrupting Marlow and Peter's silent stand-off. "He has a study group at school. Maybe he could look for her."

"All right. Fine." Stiles said.

Marlow, Liam, Derek, and Braeden walked to the van. Marlow got into the back with Liam and Derek. Braeden would drive. Derek stopped her before she could climb inside. "You could just ride in the front with Braeden."

Marlow shook her head. "He trusts me and I don't trust Stiles with being friendly to Liam."

He nodded. "Okay fine. But be careful," he warned. Marlow nodded at him. She knew what was at stake. If Liam couldn't remain calm until they were in Mexico they might not even make it to Scott and Kira in time.

Before everyone could get into their respective rides, Peter stopped them. "Remember what we're dealing with," he said. "It's not just Kate, it's Berserkers. You might see human eyes behind those skulls. Do not assume that there's any humanity left." he went on. Marlow sighed annoyedly. Peter zeroed in on Liam. "Oh. This little one is terrified of them, aren't you?" he asked. Marlow nearly stepped in between them but held back. "Don't worry, my friend. It is that fear that will keep you alive," he told Liam. "A reminder to everyone. You do not fight Berserkers to survive, you fight to kill."

"Great motivational speech. Can you please get into your car so we can go?" she asked Peter. He stared her down, she stared back. Oh, he knew that she knew. She got into the back of the van with the boys and they took off. Marlow was going to stop Peter before he could corrupt Malia.

They had been on the road for a while. It was still light out. Derek handcuffed Liam to the handlebars. Liam tested their endurance. "All good?" Derek asked him. Liam nodded. "Okay," Derek said. He pulled a talisman out of his pocket. "I brought something to help you. This has been with my family for centuries," he said, showing the triskele to Liam. "It's a very powerful, supernatural talisman. We use it to teach Betas how to control themselves on a full moon." Derek explained. He handed the triskele over to Liam and urged Stiles and Marlow to play along even though they knew it nothing but a piece of plastic.

"Yes, it's powerful. Very powerful." Stiles assured Liam.

"So powerful," Marlow told him with a nod.

"It even helped Marlow back in the day," Derek told Liam.

Marlow smiled. "That it did," she said. Most of the duration of the ride was quiet. Peter was in the other car with Malia so Marlow thought that now was as good a time as ever to tell Derek and Stiles what she heard him say. "I have to say something before it's too late," she said.

They looked at her. "Yesterday, after you and dad left, Peter came to the game to talk to Malia."

"He did?" Stiles asked.

Marlow nodded. "And of course I was very skeptical of the situation at first and of course I was proven right on my suspicions."

"What did he do?" Derek asked.

"He asked Malia to kill Kate," Marlow told them. There was a beat of silence as the news settled. "I wanted to say something earlier but then we caught up in the drama with Scott and Kira and I didn't want to say it while he was there."

"I knew it was a bad idea to have him come with us," Stiles said.

"Well, how was I supposed to know he had some ulterior motive again?" Derek asked.

"He's your uncle, Derek. And after everything we went through with him, we should have known he'd have another trick up his sleeve." Stiles said.

Marlow leaned against the wall of the van. "Whatever he has planned we can get ahead of it. Just make sure to separate him and Malia immediately once we get there." Derek said. "I'll deal with him when the time comes," he added. Marlow nodded. Derek would know what to do. She trusted him and right now they had to focus on the oncoming moon.

The moon was out and Marlow could feel it in her bones. She felt it gave her more power. She also felt herself losing a bit of her self control. Liam suddenly grabbed tightly onto the triskele next to her. She could see that his claws were out and his eyes were glowing yellow. "Whatever you were gonna teach me," he said. "I think you better start," he told Derek.

Derek focused his energy on Liam. Marlow focused her energy on not letting the moon take over. "I thought you had it under control by now," Stiles said.

"I do, trust me. If I didn't you and your perfect alabaster skin wouldn't be intact anymore."

"Liam, you with me?" Derek asked. "We have a mantra that we use. You repeat it, you focus on the words. It's like meditating. You say the words until you feel control coming back to you."

"Okay. Okay, okay! What are the words?" Liam asked urgently.

"Okay, look at the triskelion. See the symbol?" Derek asked. "I have a tattoo on my back, it's the same thing. Each spiral means something."

"Alpha, Beta, Omega," Stiles said.

"It represents the idea that we can always rise to one and fall back to another." Derek continued. "Betas can become Alphas."

"Alphas can become Betas," Stiles said.

"Can Alphas become Omegas?" Liam asked.

"Yes," Marlow told him.

"All you have to do is say the three words. And with each one, you tell yourself you're getting calmer, more in control. Go ahead." Derek said. Marlow slid a bit further away from Liam.

"Alpha, Beta-" Liam said.

"Slower," Derek demanded.

"Alpha, Beta, Omega," Liam said, breathing heavily. "Alpha, Beta, Omega."

"Good. Say it again. Remember, every time you say the words, you're getting calmer."

"Alpha, Beta - Omega," Liam said. His voice slowly turned into a growl.

"Oh no." Marlow sang.

"Say it again," Derek demanded.

"Derek, I don't think the powerful talisman of self-control is working," Stiles said.

"Liam, say it again!" Derek demanded. Liam roared at him. Marlow slid back so far she nearly hit the doors. "Liam!" Derek yelled. Liam ripped the handcuffs off the handlebars and went for Derek.

"Oh, God!" Marlow yelled.

"Derek?" Braeden asked alarmedly. Liam roared again.

"I think we're gonna need to go a little faster!" Stiles yelled.

"Keep going!" Derek told Braeden.

"Liam! Liam!" Stiles yelled. Liam ripped through the second handcuff and was still attacking Derek.

"We're almost there," Braeden told them. Marlow felt the van rattle and finally just put her arms around Liam's chest, trying to hold him back. He roared at her but she stood her ground.

"Derek, I don't think Alpha, Beta, Omega is resonating with him," Stiles said.

"You know any other mantras?" Derek asked. A bell went off in Marlow's head and she kicked Stiles in the shin.

"Ow!" he complained. "Yeah, I'm right there with you," he said as he nursed his aching leg. "Liam, Liam," he said, trying to get the young werewolves' attention as he attacked Derek and Marlow held onto him even tighter. "What three things cannot long be hidden?" Stiles asked. "Liam! Liam, look at me. What three things cannot long be hidden? What three things?"

Marlow groaned as Liam was about to slip out of her grip. "The Sun, the Moon, the truth." he finally said.

"That's it. Say it again." Stiles demanded.

"The Sun, the Moon, the truth," Liam said again. Liam calmed down and Marlow let go of him with a relieved sigh.

"Derek?" Braeden asked.

"We're okay," Derek assured her.

"Sun, Moon, and the truth," Liam said again. Marlow leaned back against the wall of the van. She held her hand out to Stiles and he high-fived with her. They had finally arrived at the church. "I can't believe I did it. For a minute there, I thought I was gonna tear the three of you apart."

"Yeah. That would've made for an awkward ride home. So, thanks." Stiles said sarcastically. Marlow could feel her self control flooding back into her body. She didn't know what it was but something had helped her greatly.

"Think you can bring the same level of control and strength inside La Iglesia?" Derek asked. Liam flicked out his claws without a problem.

"All right. We might actually be able to do this." Stiles said.

"Famous last words," Marlow told him. He rolled his eyes at her as Derek opened the door. Marlow screamed out in shock as a Berserker walked right up to Derek and pulled him out of the car. He threw Derek to the floor and stabbed him with his claw.

Marlow wanted to jump out but Stiles held her back. "Don't!" he said. Shots rang out as Braeden defended Derek with her shotgun. Stiles and Liam flinched at the sudden sound and Marlow's heart nearly burst out of her chest.

The Berserker ran off and Marlow, Stiles, and Liam jumped out of the van. They were joined by Malia and Peter. "How bad is it?" Peter asked.

Marlow pulled Malia to her side. She wanted to keep her away from Peter. "I'm fine, I'm fine. Just get to Scott. Just find him. We'll be right behind you. Go." Derek demanded. There was a beat of silence as the group debated whether they should go. "Go!" Derek finally yelled.

Peter took off. Malia and Liam ran after him. Marlow was frozen in place. Derek meant a lot to her. She couldn't lose him. "Hey, hey, save him," Derek told Stiles. Stiles left and Marlow still couldn't move. She shook her head at him, close to tears. "Go," Derek said again. Marlow growled and took off after the others.

The group ran through the tunnels under the church, trying to find Scott and Kira. Peter suddenly stopped up ahead and Marlow nearly crashed into Malia. She groaned out annoyed. "Okay, everyone stop, stop, stop, stop, stop. We gotta figure out where we are, then we gotta figure out how to find Scott and Kira." Peter said.

Stiles's phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket with a confused look. "How do I even have service?" he asked. He answered the phone and pushed past Peter. "Hi, Dad." Stiles greeted. Marlow's eyes widened.

She pushed past her friends and rushed up next to Stiles. "Okay, Dad, I know you're angry." Stiles immediately said.

"Oh, I'm beyond angry. I've reached a level of fury that you could not possibly comprehend." Noah said. Marlow held on to Stiles's shoulders to listen in on the conversation.

"Okay, well, when Marlow and I get back, you can ground us," Stiles said. Marlow stared at him, mouth wide open. "You wanted to come." he reminded her in a hushed tone of voice. She rolled her eyes.

"Ground you? Ground you? I'm going to hobble you!"

"Stiles forced me!" Marlow demanded.

Stiles pushed Marlow off of him. "Now, please, tell me you're all right. Tell me that you're safe." Noah pleaded.

"You want me to lie?" Stiles asked.

"Oh, God. Okay. Tell me, tell me what I can do. How can I help?" Noah asked.

"You can find Lydia," Stiles told his father. "She was at the school when we called Mason to look for her, but now we're not hearing back from either of them. I don't know, Dad, I don't know what I'm doin'. You know, I'm just I'm trying to save my friends."

"Okay. I'll find Lydia and Mason. You get Scott and Kira. You save your friends."

"Dad, if it's one of the Berserkers at the school, you're gonna need firepower. A lot." Stiles said. Marlow walked back over to Malia and Liam. She still had a mission. Stiles hung up the phone and walked back over to his friends and Peter.

"What do we do now?" Liam asked. Marlow could hear heavy footsteps behind them.

"Duck," Malia demanded and pushed Marlow and Liam down. She shoved them forward, past Stiles.

"Go back. Get back! Go! Go, go, go, go!" Peter demanded as they started running.

They ran out into a decrepit room and stopped. "Go find Kira and Scott," Malia demanded as she threw Kira's katana at Stiles. He quickly caught it and looked up at her. "Go!"

Stiles ran off with one last look at Marlow and Malia. The Berserker came running into the room. He growled as he took each of them in. Marlow could feel her claws and fangs coming out. Her eyes turned icy blue as she growled back at the creature. Peter went for a swipe and got tossed aside. Liam and Marlow followed. Malia got pushed away as well. Liam went for another punch.

Marlow jumped to her feet. The fight seemed pointless to her. More like a distraction than anything meaningful. Malia managed to push the Berserker to the floor. Peter threw her one of the Berserker bones that were stuck in the altar.

Liam and Peter held the creature back. Malia raised the bone, ready to stab it. "Aim for the skull! Kill it. Kill it now!" Peter demanded. Marlow didn't like the urgency in his voice. Since when did he know how to take out a Berserker? And why was there only one attacking them all?

Stiles ran back into the room. "No, wait, wait. Malia, wait!" he demanded. Marlow ran up to Malia as Kira ran in and sliced the bone in half with her katana. Marlow held onto Malia tightly.

"It's Scott. It's Scott." Stiles said. Marlow looked over at the Berserker. Peter jumped away from him and Scott pushed Liam to the floor. He punched Malia. Marlow jumped back. Scott walked up to Liam.

"Scott?" Kira asked.

"Scott, it's me," Stiles said before Scott punched him in the face. He picked Liam up off the floor and held him up against the wall by his neck.

"Scott, don't!" Kira yelled.

Marlow roared and jumped onto Scott's back. "Marlow, no!" Stiles yelled. Marlow slid her arms around Scott's neck and held on tight as he tried pushing her off.

"Stop!" Marlow yelled. Scott slammed his skull into her forehead and Marlow slid off his back onto the floor. She groaned out in pain but quickly jumped back to her feet. Scott raised his Berserker claw to stab Liam and Marlow's heart skipped a beat.

"Scott, Scott, listen, listen, listen! You're not a monster!" Liam yelled. "You're a werewolf! Like me," he added. Scott halted for a second and finally let Liam down.

He took a step back. Piece by piece he began ripping off the Berserker armor. Malia was standing next to Peter. Marlow walked over to them and pulled Malia away from Peter as she intently stared him down. "So young and already you have no manners," he told her.

"What is he talking about?" Malia asked. Marlow pulled her away further. Scott pulled the skull off his head with a roar.

"You," he said to Peter once he had calmed down.

Marlow finally just pushed Malia away from Peter. "I'm an eavesdrop. That's what he means." Marlow told her quietly.

"The only one who knew as much as Argent about Berserkers. About the Nagual. You taught Kate. You helped her. All for power." Scott explained.

"For my family's power. To be rightfully inherited by me. Not usurped by some idiot teenage boy, so incorruptible, he won't shed the blood of his enemies even when justified. You don't deserve your power. Not power like this." Peter told Scott.

He shifted and Malia ripped out of Marlow's grip with a roar. "No!" Marlow yelled.

Malia jumped at Peter and he shoved her back into Marlow. The two girls went down with a groan. "Oh, sorry, sweetheart, we'll talk about this later," Peter told her.

"Peter!" Marlow yelled angrily.

Kira swung her katana, ready to attack. "Kira!" Scott roared at her. Kira took a step back and Scott walked up to Peter instead.

"You were my Beta first, Scott. It was my bite that changed your life. And my bite that can end it." Peter said. Marlow and Malia sat up.

"Then, end it, Peter. Because you won't get another chance." Scott told him. Peter and Scott roared out their anger as they jumped at each other.

The two started fighting. The pack followed the fight intently. They all wanted to jump in but knew better. Scott wasn't fighting nearly as hard as he could which is why Peter managed to get him to the floor. They all watched in horror as Peter picked up a wooden bench and chucked at Liam. It missed him by the hairline. "Liam!" Marlow yelled, worriedly as she scurried over to him. "Are you okay?" she asked, inspecting him for any visible wounds. He nodded as Scott got up and walked towards Peter once more.

Peter started punching again but Scott was smarter than him. He didn't fight back, simply deflected each punch to tire Peter out. The pack watched as Scott finally dealt another punch that sent Peter flying back into the rubble. Scott jumped onto the altar and finally in front of Peter. "You were never an Alpha, Peter," he said. "But you were always a monster," he added. Peter tried getting up once more but was stopped by Scott and finally punched him unconscious.

The pack stood outside as Derek and Braeden loaded an unconscious Peter onto the van. "There's enough yellow wolfsbane to keep Peter out for the trip back. But be careful." Chris warned. He had shown up to the fight with Parrish and the Calaveras as back up.

And Derek was just fine too when he walked into the altar room with Braeden and Chris. "You're really going with them?" Scott asked.

"I made a deal with the Calaveras weeks ago," Chris told him. "They'll leave you alone. All of you. But only if I help them catch Kate."

Marlow didn't want him to leave. Not again. But she knew she had no say in the matter. If it meant they were safe from the Calaveras then it was something that had to be done. "What if you can't?" Kira asked.

"I'll find her. Someone has to." Chris told her. He walked away with the Calaveras.

Liam grabbed Marlow's hand and she smiled at him. "Glad you're okay," she told him.

"Thanks for your help," he said. Marlow nodded at him. He let go of her hand and got into the car with Stiles, Malia, Kira, and Parrish. Marlow stayed behind.

She watched Braeden get into Derek's car and watched him turn back one more time. He nodded at Scott, who nodded back. Derek looked over at Marlow. She knew she wouldn't see him again for a while and couldn't help but feel saddened. Scott may be her Alpha now but Derek had helped the young werecoyote a great deal when she first turned. He gave her a big smile. She blew him a kiss and waved one last time.

Marlow, Stiles, and Malia rushed into the station. Noah turned around. Marlow and Stiles rushed to hug him. He held onto them tightly. "Dad, you smell terrible," Stiles told him.

Marlow and Noah laughed under their breaths. "Yup. You do too." Noah told his son. They broke apart. Malia looked at the three slightly uncomfortably. "Come here," Noah said and pulled her and his kids into another hug. "I'm just so glad the three of you are safe," he said as they pulled apart again. "Hey, what do you say we get outta here, get something to eat?"

"Great. I'm starving." Stiles said.

"Okay," Noah said. He led Marlow and Malia along when suddenly Marlow heard a loud thump. She turned back and saw that Stiles had been handcuffed to one of the deputies' tables.

"Yo, Daddy?" Stiles asked.

"What's your favorite food?" Noah asked Malia.

"Uh, pizza," Malia told him as they walked away from Stiles.

"Hey. Dad?" Stiles asked again. "Bring me back a slice?" he asked after a beat of silence.

Marlow looked up at her dad. "Why am I not being handcuffed to a table?"

"Well, he forced you to go, right?" Noah asked. Marlow knew he was joking.

She gave him a big smile. "Yeah, it was a Taken scenario," she said and nodded. Noah laughed as they walked along. "How's Mason?" Marlow asked.

Noah sighed. "Well, he saw some things. So either you have to come up with the biggest of lies or just come clean to him," he told her. Marlow nodded. He was right. Now that their foes had been defeated she was finally ready to break the truth to Mason.

Marlow sat on the locker room bench with Liam. "So did Coach believe you're no doubt thrilling lie?"

He shook his head. "Nope. Not at all," he told her with a laugh.

She smiled at him. "But you're not off the team," she said.

"No, we're still on it."

"So, how was your first ever big fight as a werewolf?" Marlow asked him. She leaned back against a locker behind her.

"Scary. But at least it's over now. And we won." Liam said. Marlow nodded.

"That we did. Thanks to your heroism."

"It's not like you guys did nothing. You and the others did all the groundwork."

Marlow shrugged. "It's what we do. But you still did great," she told him. He smiled up at her. She sat back down on the bench. "So, after seeing me in all of my fighting glory are you sure you still want to take me out?"

Instead of answering he leaned in for a kiss. Marlow kissed him back and this time it was a real kiss. This one counted.