New school year, new feelings. Stiles' hair finally grew out and Scott dragged him to see him receive a tattoo which was a new attitude for Scott.
Sam's mom finally saved up enough to get a new car and gave Sam her previous one which was no problem for Sam, since she liked it a lot better than her new one.
A few new details on the car and it was finally hers for real. In the three months of the summer, Sam learned a few new things since the whole Gerard thing.
The voices she'd been hearing… They were the voices of Greek goddesses. She thought it was weird considering she never really dabbled too deep into Greek mythology. It was interesting and all, but it wasn't something she was focused on. She supposed she had no choice now. So far, she's only heard three voices and they've been helping her with these new powers.
Well, helping her come to terms that she can now manipulate shadows. She hasn't told the other two yet… she hadn't even told Derek. Speaking of which, the two haven't talked for a while since the whole pack of alphas thing is happening.
She let him know that whenever he needed us, that they were always down to help. Scott's got no choice in the matter since his girlfriend continuously tried to kill him and his friends.
Speaking of which, Lydia and Sam are friends now. Stiles was right. Regardless of everything that had happened, she ended up being friends with her, turned or not. She wasn't all that bad. Preppy, very preppy, but she was cool.
Sam's even gotten along with Isaac more. She didn't know it before but he was pretty funny. A little unstable, but funny. He hasn't heard anything from either Boyd or Erica which worries him. But she reassured him that they'll be okay as long as they stay together.
She shifted her car into park after finding a free spot in the parking lot at school.
She grabbed her bag out of the passenger seat and walked into the building looking for her friends. The vibe of school was different. Jackson wasn't here, he moved to England with his parents after traveling with Lydia and Scott's girlfriend.
The school had to get a new photographer…
And they ended up getting the old principal back. Lacrosse was even changed to Cross Country. Finstock was still coaching even if it wasn't for lacrosse. He was now coach of the Cross Country team that included everyone from the lacrosse team.
Sam grinned seeing her favorite chuckleheads. "My boys!", she cheered, running up to them. They grinned, hugging her. "How're you guys feeling about this year?", Sam asked.
"Not too bad.", Scott responded.
"Are you ready for this?", Stiles asked, slinging his bag over his shoulder.
"Ready for what?", Scott smiled.
"First day of the end of our lives. College prep, SAT's, no social life?", Stiles listed.
"Already dreading it, huh?", San asked, smiling. She turned to Scott. "Lemme see it!", she says, tugging at his sleeve. Scott sighed and looked down to the floor. "What, your mom said no?", Sam asked.
"No, that's not it. I— I got it.", he corrected. "Then lemme see. What's wrong with it?", Sam asked.
He rolled up his sleeve to show her nothing. "What'd you ask for, invisible ink?", Sam joked. "It healed. I got it, and it healed. I freaked, I don't know what to do.", Scott stressed.
"Maybe Derek knows something about that…", Sam mumbled. "He got the triskelion on his back. Maybe it healed and then appeared."
"Derek's a little busy trying to find Erica and Boyd at the moment.", Stiles said.
"You didn't let Gerard kill him," Sam said to Scott, "He kinda owes you one."
"Yeah but I kept my plan from him. He's probably still pissed.", Scott said, rubbing the back of his neck..
"Welp. Then, you owe him one.", Sam says, smiling. Scott rolled his eyes as they went off walking to their first English class. They sat down, Scott across from Stiles and Sam in front of Stiles.
Sam frowned as she recognized a familiar face. Allison looked around for a place to sit; the only spot left was in front of Scott. Next to Sam.
Just her luck.
Scott told his friends how she avoided him all summer too. Sam didn't like that. Your mother tried killing your boyfriend and his best friend and you're not even upset by that??? Then you try to kill them both?
Allison glanced at Sam and the girl glared at her before looking out the window. Sam felt her phone buzz in her pocket and she pulled it out. What bothered her was that everyone else's phones seemed to be doing the same thing.
The hell…
Sam looked at the screen to see an unknown number. The text was some quote. She read the text to herself and perked up to hear someone reading the last line of the text.
"…seemed to lead into a heart of immense darkness. This is the last line to the first book we are going to read. It is also the last text you will receive in this class. Phones off everyone.", A woman walked in, holding her own phone. She must've been the teacher.
She's never seen her, though.
She seemed so young for a teacher, she'd almost mistaken her for a teacher's assistant. She wasn't bad looking either. Not on a Lydia level of "jaw dropping", but still pretty.
The principal came in and whispered in her ear. She looked up and around the classroom."Mr. McCall?", she called.
Scott looked up and she motioned with her finger for him to follow her. Sam and Stiles looked at him before looking at each other. They just got here. What did Scott do?
A few minutes passed and Stiles was in a heavy, quiet conversation with Lydia. Sam tuned it out, mindlessly doodling. It's good that they got along, but what the hell was Stiles so pressed about?
Sam heard a familiar feminine voice. Chaotic and almost playful. Eris…"They're coming…"
A thump coming from the window yanked Sam out of her thoughts. She thought it was nothing really, but she slowly turned her head to the window, furrowing her eyebrows to see a small splat of blood on the window.
The entire classroom's vibe shifted. It was normal and quiet, but now it's tense and quiet. What the hell was that…?
Her eyes widened as she sat up straight to see a bunch of birds swarming. That's never a good sign.
Ms. Blake slowly made her way over to the windows as we could hear caws of birds becoming louder. Everyone was thinking the same thing.
This isn't good.
Hundreds, if not thousands, of birds were flying straight towards the classroom window. Another bird mindlessly hit the window, leaving a blood stain. Then another, and another. More seemed to be coming.
"Stiles, get up.", Sam rushed as she stood up, flipping her desk toward the window as they all suddenly shattered. All the birds rushed in, forcing everyone to duck and get down.
Ms. Blake was screaming repeatedly for everyone to get down. Sam pulled Stiles and Lydia over to her as they barricaded behind Sam's desk while the birds and other students screamed and flailed.
It seemed to go on for an hour but finally stopped.
Stiles, Lydia, and Sam slowly got up from the ground along with everyone else in the room. They looked around the room in shock. Notebooks, backpacks, black feathers and dead birds covered the floor.
Sam glanced over at her notebook that was open on the tile floor. The page she had doodled on was still open and a small drawing of a feather was in the middle of the lined paper.
She drew that…?
The cops, ambulances, and fire trucks immediately arrived at the scene. Some kids were injured due to the birds relentlessly attacking them.
Sam grabbed her phone from her bag and texted Scott's number asking where he went and texted him what happened. She got a response a few seconds later.
Isaac emergency. About to go to Derek's, ttyl
Wow. He didn't even think to tell any of them. And what the hell happened to Isaac?
After school, Stiles and Sam went to the Hale house, taking note of the new painted over door. He must've tried to get rid of that symbol.
Sam walked in to see Scott and Derek sat in front of each other in the broken living room.
Derek's eyes were red as he was examining Scott's arm, where he pointed out his unseen tattoo.
"Yeah, I see it. Two bands, right?", Derek asked, tilting his head.
Sam looked at Scott in disbelief. "You're getting a tattoo of two bands?", Sam asked. Derek looked at her in confusion.
"What does it mean?", Derek asked. Scott sighed.
"I don't know. It's just something I traced with my fingers." He ran his finger on a dusty table beside him.
"Why is this so important to you?", Derek looked at him, curious. Scott's mouth opened and closed, lost for words. He looked at Derek. "Do you know what the word tattoo means?"
Stiles stepped in. "To mark something." Sam gave the back of his head a slap.
"Well, that's in Tahitian.", Scott corrected. "In Samoan, it means open wound."
Sam looked at Scott with a tilt of her head before she realized what he was talking about. Sam gave Scott a sympathetic look as Derek's head turned to look at Stiles and her.
Scott's choice… he really thought hard about this. She respected it even though she didn't respect who he was doing it for.
"I knew I wanted to get a tattoo when I turned eighteen, I always wanted one. I just decided to get it now to make it kind of a reward.", Scott told Derek.
"For what?", Derek asked softly.
"For not calling or texting Allison all summer. Even when I really wanted to. Even when it was so hard not to sometimes. I was trying to give her the space she wants.", Scott says and Sam gave Scott's shoulder a rub. "And four months later it still hurts. It still feels like an, an um—" Scott struggled to finish.
"Like an open wound.", Stiles finished.
"Yeah.", Scott nodded, swallowing. "You wanna remember it. Remember why you did it.", Sam says, making him look up at her. "No regrets, yeah?"
Scott nodded, firmly.
"The pain's going to be worse than anything you've ever felt.", Derek mumbled.
"Oh, that's great.", Stiles commented.
Scott let out a soft sigh. "Do it." Sam patted his back, only to stop as Derek picked up a blowtorch.
"Uh…", she started.
"Yup, that's a lot for me so I'm going to take that as my cue. Um, I'm just gonna wait outside!", Stiles began walking but Derek stopped him by pulling the back of his shirt.
"Nope.", Derek says, pushing him back. "Help hold him down. Both Sam and Stiles took hold of Scott as Derek readied the blowtorch.
Derek leaned in slow, the flames almost touching Scott's arm and once they did, Scott was screaming and writhing around.
It was keeping everything for Sam not to get caught in the flames.
"Hold him!", Derek ordered. She looked at him in disbelief. "Uh– you try holding him!", she retorted.
Scott continued screaming and squirming as the flames of the blowtorch burned through his skin. Scott had phased, his eyes gleamed of gold and his fangs extended. Suddenly he stopped and passed out.
Derek had finally finished and Scott was still out. Sam shook her head at the boy.
She saw him stir awake before waking up. Scott looked around for a minute and finally his eyes landed on his tattoo.
"It worked!", he cheered. Sam smiled. "I'm glad you're happy about it.", she says then grabbed the front of his shirt. "Don't make me go through that again."
He smiled before he got up and put his shirt back on. Sam walked up to the front of the house, noticing Derek avoiding eye contact with her. She lagged behind as the other boys walked to the door, talking.
Derek quickly turned his back to her and went the opposite way. Sam followed.
"Hey.", Sam says. He turned to her, looking at her like how he did the first time we talked. Slight malice. Irritation. Stressed.
"What's up with you?", Sam asked. "As I said before," he says, walking over to the table. "Nothing you should be worrying yourself over."
She frowned. Sam walked up to him, standing by one of the sides of the table as he looked down at the table. "When has that ever stopped me?", she asked.
Derek looked up at her, this time his face completely changed. He looked almost sad. It made her worried. "What's wrong?", Sam asked.
"You painted the door." Scott called, his eyes examining the door.
Shit.
Derek and Sam looked at each other before looking at Scott. Scott took note of that as he looked at them. "Why'd you paint the door?", Scott asked Derek.
Derek's jaw clenched. "Go home, Scott." Scott ran his hand over the door.
"And why only one side?", he asked. Scott flicked his hand out and extended his claws.
"Scott.", Sam called, walking over to him. He took a clawed finger and scraped the paint off the door slowly. Scott began clawing furiously at the door, shredding the paint.
"Scott!" Sam yelled as Derek and Sam quickly rushed forward to the door and watched Scott destroy the door.
Scott was grunting furiously, his eyes filled with anger. He finally stopped, panting as he looked at the Alpha symbol.
"The—the birds at school, the deer last night just like the night I got trampled by the deer…I got bit by the Alpha. How many are there?", Scott growled at Derek.
Derek sighed through his nose as he crossed his arms. "A pack of them."
"An Alpha pack.", Sam said. Scott and Stiles looked at her in disbelief. "All of them?" Stiles shook his head. "How does that even work?"
"I hear there's some kind of a leader. He's called Deucalion. We know they have Boyd and Erica," Derek paused, "Peter, Isaac, Sam, and I were looking for them for the past four months.", he confessed.
"You were in on this?", Scott yelled at Sam. She looked down in shame. "Yes."
"So this whole time you told me Derek was giving us a break, it was just to hide this, but you were in on it anyways!?", Scott pressed.
"No. He wanted me out of it.", Sam explained. "Out of what?", Scott yelled.
"The Alpha situation, Scott! What else!? He wanted us to have a normal life for a couple of months until he could figure out what the fuck was happening.", Sam explained, frustrated. "We weren't doing this to keep you out in the dark completely. You just went through a lot of shit. All of us did!"
Scott sighed harshly through his nose as he focused on Derek. "So you find them…" Scott began, "how do you deal with an Alpha pack?"
"With all the help I can get.", Derek says.
"Where is she?" They heard and turned around to see Isaac awake and dazed. "Where's the girl?"
All their brows furrowed in confusion as they walked up to him.
"Where is she?" Isaac repeated, "Where's the girl?"
"What girl?", Derek asked. Derek finally sent them home, them being Stiles and Sam as he and Scott interrogated the poor dazed and confused Isaac.
As Sam got home and freshened up, she looked over her notes from over the summer on how to make alters and such. Just small stuff.
Putting away my stuff in my closet, Sam paused as she heard a small creak behind her. She picked up an abandoned comb, and rushed to throw it at whatever was behind her.
There stood Derek who easily caught it before the tail poked his face. "You're getting better. But, a comb? Really?", he said, walking over to her desk, setting it down.
Sam stood from her closet floor, turning off the light and leaving it. "I don't exactly have weapons in my closet, Derek.", Sam retorted.
"Make one. Make something. Anything is better than nothing.", he says, sitting down at her desk, facing her. Sam frowned as she walked over to him. "What's wrong with you today? What're you so concerned about?"
"I don't want them to know about you. For that to happen, you'd have to stay away from Scott.", he says.
She raised an eyebrow. "You want me to stay away from Scott? The last time you asked of this, it didn't work. I told you before, we're still friends with Stiles, so it'll make it even more difficult because we go to the same school."
He didn't say anything, focusing on his shoes instead. Sam nudged his foot with hers. "Why are you actually here…?", Sam asked, crossing her arms.
He sighed. "I don't trust your vulnerability right now.", he said, finally looking at her. Sam shook her head. "What did I tell you about having faith in me?"
"I'm not saying I don't—"
"But you aren't saying that you do.", she cut off. He closed his mouth. "I'm… Happy that you're worried about me and all, but I'm a big girl, D. I can handle a couple of scraps here and there. Just… believe in me.", Sam said.
Derek scoffed. "You say that, but you haven't even seen the alphas. I'm just…worried that you'll get caught up into some shit you shouldn't.", he said frowning. "It was enough with you being bitten. I still don't know why you haven't changed yet."
Sam shrugged. "Whatever happens, happens. All I know is that I got a pro on my side.", she grinned.
Derek smirked, "A pro, huh?"
Sam nodded. "You're the only one I can trust with werewolf type stuff. I can't exactly rely on Peter… His trust with me is… pending."
He chuckled a bit. "He's like that with everyone."
Sam shrugged before plopping on her bed. "What's up with the Alpha situation?", she asked.
"It's been over a month and there hasn't been any leads.", he shrugged.
"So… that means we're okay?", Sam asked. Derek sighed through his nose. "For now. I'm not getting my hopes up that they won't be around."
"That's good enough for me.", Sam smiled. Derek rolled his eyes as playful as he could. It was better than the look on his face he had before.
He looked like he wanted to say more but finally decided. "I wanna show you something.", he suddenly says.
Sam tilted her head in wonder. "That would be?"
Derek got up. "Get dressed in something comfortable since it's just a little trip.", he says, ready to jump out her window again.
Once he leaves, she gets dressed in sweats and a regular shirt before putting on her shoes and leaving with him.
He led her to an old building but once we walked inside, Sam looked around in wonder. "Woah…", she smiled as she saw the big window ahead of them.
The moonlight poured through the dark living area, giving the place its own type of glow. All Derek had at the moment was a couch and table but that was a work in progress.
She caught his smile. "You like it?", he asked. She nodded. "It's nice. You're missing a few things, but it's pretty nice.", Sam says, making him give a small chuckle.
"It would be better if he had better things.", they heard a familiar voice and turned to see Peter standing in the kitchen. Sam narrowed her eyes. "You.", she sneered.
"Hi.", he greeted, sipping on a cup of whatever he had. Sam sighed, rolling her eyes. Of course he was here.
She shook her head and turned around in the almost empty place. It was pretty huge. "It's really not bad.", Sam says, smiling.
Derek gave her a bigger smile. Almost like he was proud of himself. And for a moment, it was the best one she's seen.
"So, what was up with Isaac the other day?", Sam asked the next day she came back to the loft, writing down her notes.
"I have someone coming to help him get his memory back.", Derek informed.
"Wow, we got werewolf memory emitters now?", Sam asked.
"No," he paused, "I have Peter." She stopped her writing and looked up at him. "Peter?", Sam asked in disbelief.
He nodded. "Derek, how the hell is he gonna help Isaac? He lost his powers as alpha. Wouldn't that make him unstable and potentially kill Isaac?", Sam asked.
"Don't say that!", Isaac exclaimed nervously as he paced back into the room.
"Sorry!", Sam grimaced then turned to Derek. "Derek, we're talking about Peter here. He killed your sister, tried to kill both you and Scott, tried to kill me, tried to turn me and Lydia and took over our bodies to bring himself back to life…. That's not exactly what I would call reliable. That's just out for self."
"I know.", he said. "But it's the only choice I have to finding Boyd and Erica."
"I'm starting to not like this idea. Sounds kinda dangerous. You know, I definitely don't like this idea, I definitely don't like him.", Isaac pressed, nervously.
"You'll be fine.", Derek reassured.
"Does it have to be him?", Isaac looked from the window to Derek, who was sitting down on a chair, reading.
"He knows how to do it, I don't. It'd be more dangerous if I tried doing it myself.", Derek informed him.
Isaac walked over to the steel table Sam sat on and began nervously playing with a book.
"You know Scott doesn't trust him, right? And I know Sam definitely doesn't either. Personally, I—I trust both of them."
"Do you trust me?", Derek looked up at his beta, raising his thick eyebrows. Isaac looked at Sam and Sam nodded at him.
"Yeah.", Isaac answered and picked at the book, "I still don't like him."
"Nobody likes him.", Derek replied. The sound of the metal door scraping together sounded through the apartment as the door opened as Peter Hale walked in.
"Boys," he looked at Sam. "And lady." he began as he started sashaying towards them, "FYI, yes, coming back from the dead has left my abilities somewhat impaired, but the hearing still works. So, I hope you're comfortable saying whatever it is that you're feeling, straight to my face.", he finishes, smiling.
"We don't like you.", Derek and Sam simultaneously said boredly. Derek tossed the book he was reading on the table and stood up.
"Now shut up and help us.", Derek ordered. Peter looked at him and shrugged. "Fair enough." And with the flick of his hand, his claws came out. She was surprised that they still worked.
Isaac sat in a chair, hugging its sides tightly, while Peter walked and stood behind him.
"One slip and you could paralyze someone. Or kill them."
"Y-you've had a lot of practice though, right?", Isaac hopefully wondered.
"Well I've never paralyzed anyone."
"And you won't.", Sam bluntly said, closing her book as she crossed her arms.
Peter turned to her. "Do you want to take his place, Samantha? I'm sure it'd be—"
"Again, piss off.", Sam says, clasping her hands together with a fake smile.
"Wait, does that mean—", Isaac started but Peter sunk his claws into the boy's neck. They both began twitching as if they were struggling to sit still.
"Wait, I see them!", Peter exclaimed. Peter pulled away, nearly knocking into the table while Isaac lurched forward, panting heavily.
Sam got off the table and made her way over to Isaac while Derek and Peter talked.
Sam rubbed Isaac's back as he calmed down. "You okay?", Sam asked. He swallowed and nodded, relieved that he survived.
"Isaac found them. I-I barely saw them, just—just glimpses—", Peter started, rambling on and on.
"But you did see them?", Derek firmly asked his uncle. Peter nodded.
"And worse."
"Deucalion.", Derek said, realizing. So the bigger alpha had the two betas locked up somewhere…
"He was talking to them, something about time running out.", Peter rushed, making Sam's eyes widen. "What does it mean?", Isaac asked. Derek sat on his chair, his hands clasping tightly together.
"He's going to kill them.", Sam says, settling herself on the table, in thought. Peter shook his head. "No, no, no, no, he didn't say that. He did make a promise that by the full moon they'd both be dead."
"The next full moon?", Derek asked, staring at Peter.
"Tomorrow night.", his uncle responded grimly. They all jumped to the sound of Sam's phone blaring as Scott called her. Scott asked both for Sam and Derek to show up at the school.
After showing up, they walked into a classroom that had Scott, Stiles, Lydia, and unfortunately Allison.
Scott explained himself and Sam looked at him in disbelief. "A bruise, Scott? Really?"
Allison and Lydia had their arms stretched out, an identical strange shaped bruise was on both of their wrists.
"How is a bruise going to tell me where Boyd and Erica are?", Derek looked at Scott, frustrated. Allison glared at him.
Sam glared at her. "On both sides, exactly the same.", Scott said.
"It's nothing.", Derek dismissed, glaring right back at Allison.
"Paradolia," Lydia spoke up, "seeing patterns that aren't there. It's a subset of apophenia."
"That means…?", Sam asked, confused. "Sam, they're trying to help.", Scott scolded. Sam looked at him in confusion. "I didn't say they weren't!", Sam says, shrugging.
"These two?", Derek asked and pointed a hand at Lydia, "this one, who was one of the girls who used me to resurrect my psychotic uncle. Also, thank you for that." Derek pointed at Allison, "And this one, who shot about thirty arrows into me, my pack, and your best friend."
"Hey now, come on, no one died. Alright? Look there may have been a little maiming, ok…a little mangling, but no death. That's what I call an important distinction.", Stiles tried reassuring.
"My mother died.", Allison argued.
"Your family's little "honor code" killed your mother. Not me.", Derek said.
"A girl's looking for Scott, I'm here to help him—"
"Please.", Sam sneered.
"—not you." She finished as she glared at Sam.
"You want to help? Find something real.", Derek turned around, dragging Sam with him as they began walking out. Scott followed.
"Give her a chance.", Scott pleaded. Sam sighed as Derek glared at him.
"Scott, she is a hunter. Okay? That whole shit in the police station and that rave party was enough for me.", Sam says.
"They're on our side now.", Scott assured.
"Well then maybe you should tell her what her mother was actually trying to do that night.", Derek pointed. Scott looked at Sam with pleading eyes.
"Sam, please.", Scott pleaded.
"Scott, she shot me with an arrow and then tried to do it again, and then tried to stab me.", Sam expressed with wide eyes. "I don't even trust her dad at this point.", Sam shook her head.
He sighed. "Well, can you trust me? I just need that."
Sam frowned, deflating. She sighed. "Fine.", she submits. Derek looked at her in disbelief and Sam turned to him, fixing him a look. "I'm trusting him. Not her. Completely two different people."
Derek rolled his eyes as he shook his head and left.
Sam turned to Scott. "This is gonna be my last time. She's on thin fucking ice with me.", Sam says, and he hugs her. "Thank you. That's all I ask."
Sam hugged him back. She loved that he was always trying to see the good in everyone he liked, but sometimes it wasn't worth it. He didn't know how to let go of someone who was barely down for him.
Sam backed away as she left them in the classroom and followed Derek.
Sam and Stiles went to Finstock's class only for his dad to come in, excusing Stiles for some unknown reasons that made Sam and Stiles look at each other in confusion.
Apparently, Heather, a girl whose birthday party Stiles dragged Sam to, disappeared. Stiles was the last to be seen with her so people immediately thought he was a suspect.
The two had been together from the second they walked into the party. Heather bluntly ran up to Stiles and pulled him in for a kiss, which kinda shocked me because she didn't think he was over Lydia.
Not only that, before he left, a condom flew out of Stiles' pocket. An XXL condom to be exact.
Since when was Stiles having sex? The boy was practically a statue for virgins.
After all that, we ended up at Deaton's hospital while Derek, Stiles, Scott and Sam poured several pounds of ice into a metal tub full of cold water.
"Like being hypnotized.", she hears Isaac say as he and Deaton enter the room.
"Exactly," Deaton said. "You'll be half transformed. It'll let us access your subconscious mind." Isaac crouched down, leaning his arms against the rim of the tub.
"So, how slow does his heart rate really have to be for this to work?", Sam asked, rubbing her cold hands together for warmth.
"Very slow.", Deaton answered.
"Yeah well, how slow is very slow?", Derek asked.
"Nearly dead.", Deaton corrected.
"Wow.", Sam says, placing her cold hands in her pockets as she looked at the ice filled tub.
Isaac's hand reached down for the water and immediately recoiled away. "It's safe though, right?", Isaac asked the vet.
"Do you want me to answer honestly?", Deaton looked down at the nervous Beta with a smile.
"No, not really.", Isaac mumbled. They all looked up to hear a snapping noise and saw Stiles playing with a long, large rubber glove he put on his hand.
He noticed their stares. "What?", Stiles asked.
Derek raised his eyebrows, giving him an unamused look. Stiles pouted, yanking it off, and throwing it on the floor.
Derek sighed before looking at Isaac. "Look, if it feels too risky, you don't have to do it.", Derek reassured.
"Regardless, we still have to figure out where your other two betas are.", Sam says. Isaac sighed then he pulled off his shirt and prepared himself.
Isaac's breath hitched as he entered the tub. He submerged his entire body in the water and began breathing heavily. Derek and Scott wrapped their hands around Isaac's shoulders and submerged him in the tub completely.
Suddenly Isaac emerged from the ice cold water and began thrashing. He roared as his head broke the surface. Derek and Scott struggled to push him down.
Sam rolled up her own sleeves, helping them with Isaac and winced at the cold feeling. What her arms were feeling is nothing compared to what he went through.
As Isaac thrashed, the freezing water and ice splashed out of the tub, on to the floor and on them.
He was surprisingly stronger than Derek which threw me off. Sam placed a hand on Isaac's chest and another on his forehead, firm but not hard enough to make him panic.
It was enough. The water stopped splashing and Isaac stopped moving. They all let go of his body and watched as he slowly rose to the surface. Derek, Scott, and Sam kept their paling hands in the water just in case Isaac decided to thrash again.
He was pale, almost purple. He reminded her of Matt and how dead he looked. Sam shook her head out of those thoughts and watched as he looked calm enough.
"Now remember, only I talk to him.", Deaton quietly said. "Too many voices will confuse him and draw him out." Deaton leaned forward to the tub. "Isaac, can you hear me?", Deaton called.
"Yes." Isaac replied. "I can hear you."
"This is Doctor Deaton. I would like to ask you a few questions, is that alright?"
"Yes.", Isaac replied calmly despite shivering.
"I want to ask you about the night you found Erica and Boyd. I want you to remember it for me in as vivid detail as possible, like you're actually there again." Once Deaton said that, Isaac frowned, immediately tensing up.
"I-I don't wanna do that.", he whimpered. The lights in the room began going in and out, making Sam glance at him and the lights. Isaac mumbled, panicking slightly.
"Just relax. They're just memories. You cant be hurt by a memory. Relax.", Deaton reassured. Isaac's tense body went limp. "Now let's go back to that night when you found Erica and Boyd. Can you tell me what you see? Is there some kind of building? House?"
"It's—it's not a house. It's um, it's stone. I t-think marble.", Isaac stuttered.
"That's perfect. Can you give me any other descriptors?"
"It's dusty. Empty.", Isaac described.
"Like an abandoned building?" The lights began flickering again as he went quiet. "Isaac?" Deaton tried to get his attention.
Isaac's hand tightly grabbed my arm for protection. "Someone's here, someone's here!", he yelled. Sam nearly buckled at the grip on her arm, keeping a sound of pain from exiting.
"Isaac, relax.", Deaton warned. "No, no, no!", Isaac yelled. "They see me, they see me!" Sam winced and bit her lip as his grip tightened.
"They're just memories. You can't be hurt by memories. Just relax. Relax." Isaac calmed once again, slowly letting go of me. "Good.", Deaton muttered. Sam gently pried his hand off of her and let it settle in the water. "Now tell us what you see, tell us everything.", Deaton ordered. Isaac's golden eyes opened.
"I hear him. He's talking about the full moon, about being out of control when the moon rises."
"Is he talking to Erica?", Deaton wondered.
"I think so, I can't—I can't see her. I can't, can't see either of them."
"Can you hear anything else?", Deaton asked.
"They're worried, they're worried what they'll do during the moon. They're worried that they're going to hurt each other." Where are they…?
"If they're locked in together during the full moon, they're gonna tear each other apart.", Derek whispered, shaking his head.
"Isaac," Deaton said even louder this time, "we need to find them right now! Can you see them?"
"No."
"Do you know what kind of room it is? Is there any kind of a marker? A number on a door? A sign?" Isaac's face changed into a state of panic.
"They're here.", he whimpered. He began submerging himself in the water. We kept him upright as he screamed, nearly drowning himself. "They're here! They see me! They found me! They're here!"
"This isn't working! Isaac, where are you?", Derek yelled.
"Derek, stop!", Sam harshly whispered.
"I can't see them! It's too dark!"
"Just tell me where you are!", Derek shouted.
"I can't see!", Isaac screamed. "They captured me! They have me! They're dragging me to a room!"
"Isaac, where are you?", Derek demanded. "What do you see? Tell me where you are!"
"He's going to go into shock!", Deaton warned Derek angrily.
"Derek, let him go!", Sam says, backing up.
"Isaac, where are you? What did you see?", Derek yelled.
"I see, I see a dead body! It's Erica's! It's Erica's!", Isaac's eyes looked around. "It's a bank vault! I saw it!" Isaac gasped, snapping out of it. "I saw it. I saw the name!"
Isaac jumped out of the tub and was immediately wrapped in towels. "It's, uh, Beacon Hills First National Bank. It's, um, it's an abandoned bank and they're keeping them locked inside, inside the vault."
They didn't say anything, all shocked. Derek backed away, despair plain on his face.
"What?", Isaac asked as he looked at them. "You don't remember what you said before you came out of it, do you?", Stiles asked.
"No.", Isaac shook his head.
"You said when they captured you, they dragged you into a room and that there was a body in it."
"What body?" Isaac looked from Deaton, to Stiles, to Sam. Sam swallowed, blinking back unshed tears. "Erica's.", Sam say. "The body was Erica's."
They all stood in disbelief, all but Isaac who was still so confused. Derek was pacing, Isaac was sitting in a corner with Stiles, and Scott, of course, was trying to reassure them.
"She's not dead!", Derek exclaimed, still in denial.
"Derek, he said 'there's a dead body, it's Erica's. Doesn't exactly leave us much room for interpretation.", Stiles said. Derek glared at Stiles.
"We can't say that it isn't because we weren't the ones that saw what happened.", Sam says.
"Then who was in the vault with Boyd?"
"We'll figure that out too.", Sam replied.
"And maybe it was the girl on the motorcycle. The one that saved you.", Scott suggested to Isaac.
The blond shook his head. "No, she wasn't like us. And whoever was."
"What if that's how Erica died? They—they, like, pit them against each other during the pull moons and see which ones survive. It's like a werewolf thunder dome!"
"Then we get them out tonight.", Derek declared.
"Be smart about this Derek, you can't just go storming in.", Deaton reasoned.
"If Isaac got in, then so can we.", Derek disagreed.
"So? That doesn't mean you go storming in there like you know the place. At this point, that vault is their territory and you'd be stepping in it with a big disadvantage.", Sam shook her head at his ignorance.
"We need a plan.", Scott said.
"How are we going to come up with a plan to break into a bank vault in less than twenty four hours?", Derek asked, turning to him.
"Uh, I think someone already did.", Stiles brought up, staring at his smartphone. "Beacon Hills First National closes its doors three months after vault robbery." Stiles read. Sam looked at his phone.
"Doesn't say how it was robbed.", Sam says. Stiles shrugged. "It probably won't take long to find out."
"How long?", Derek asked.
"It's the internet, Derek.", Stiles scoffed. Derek raised an eyebrow at him. "Kay, minutes.", Stiles clarified with a smug smile.