Chapter 8: Dreamcatchers part 2

Scott and Mr. Yukimura were moving Tracy through the halls that were thankfully empty for the fire drill. Stiles and Malia managed to meet up with them just in time to lead the way out so they could take Tracy off to Stiles' jeep. Liam and Hayden were watching after them.

"She wasn't even supposed to be in our class," Hayden hissed out. "Where are they taking her?"

Liam watched after them as they got out the door and went out of their sight. "Hospital I guess," he muttered. Then he looked down at the scratch on her arm that Tracy gave her. Hayden was still rubbing at it a bit. "You need some help getting to the nurse's office?" he gently asked.

But Hayden sneered at him as she pulled herself away from him. "I can take care of it myself, thank you." She then took off without saying another word.

Liam just sighed and shook his head. He had only been trying to be nice and Hayden still rips his head off. Was there any winning with that girl? But he shook his head as this wasn't the time to dwell on that. He turned around in time to see Mason coming over to him with Lydia and Kira in tow a second later.

"I filled them in," Mason told him excitedly.

"Mason said that she bled gray blood from her mouth?" asked Lydia.

Liam nodded. "Yeah, right after she collapsed. Scott and your dad are carrying her over to Stiles jeep with Malia."

"To take to the animal clinic?" Kira asked him. He nodded.

Mason's eyes widened. "They're taking her to an animal clinic?"

The three of them didn't respond to him but kept their attention on the current issue.

Kira sighed out in relief. "That's good. The place is lined with mountain ash, right? She won't be able to escape."

"But even if they keep her contained there, that still won't tell us who turned Tracy," Lydia pointed out.

"Or why this is happening to her," said Kira. "The fainting spell and her bleeding that gray blood. Could she be rejecting the bite?"

"Why would she start rejecting it after she turned?" asked Lydia. She knew from experience that an Alpha's bite either turned you or killed you. If it didn't take then you started bleeding black blood. But it was either or. It didn't work for a while and then start making you sick. "This doesn't make sense."

There was then a ding from Liam's phone and he brought it out to take a look. "Lori just texted me. She wants me to go and meet with her and her brother."

"Why?" Kira asked him.

But it was Lydia who answered. "Satomi."


Hayden got to the nearest bathroom and moved to clean the blood off her arm. She rubbed at it so she could see just how deep she had been scratched by Tracy's nails. Yet, when it was all cleaned up, there was no scratches or cuts anywhere on her arm.

"Wha-" she breathed out.

She just stared at it as she wondered what was going on.

But there was someone on the other side of the bathroom door who did know. Theo could smell Hayden's confusion and nervousness. It looked like her transition was being quite subtle at the moment. That was a relief. He was already taxed trying to keep tabs on Courtney and Lucas coming into their powers. Then there was the situation with Tracy.

He then headed off for the classroom and moved to the spot of grayish blood on the floor. He crutched down and moved to scoop up some of the blood with his fingers and closely examined it. He knew what it was. Quicksilver, or Mercury. That would mean that Tracy didn't have much time.

He quickly left the room but stopped when he noticed Lydia, Kira, Liam and Mason off to the side, talking. He listened in on them and narrowed his eyes as talk got to Satomi. The Alpha that he had caught Stiles frequently meeting with this summer.


Derek was looking down at the photo of the bodies that Braeden sent him along with his sister. She narrowed her eyes as she stared at the carnage.

"So this Desert Wolf did this all on her own?" she asked her brother.

"Completely," he nodded.

"I'm starting to see why Peter hooked up with her. She looks like as much a psychopath as him. Exactly his type."

Derek couldn't resist a small snort. "Peter dated Scott's mom," he said at her questioning gaze.

Cora was taken aback. "You're kidding," she accused.

"Well, tried to date her anyway. Scott and Stiles kind of stepped in and rear ended his car, cutting their first and only date short."

She let a small chuckle loose, wishing she could've seen that, before her eyes fell again onto the picture. She quickly sobered back up. "These men…they weren't hunters, were they?"

"No," Derek said with a shake of his head as he leaned down closer to it. "But Braeden said they were top grade mercenaries. They're known for taking some jobs in the criminal triads now and again. They're no pushovers, that's for sure."

"Yet, the Desert Wolf slaughtered them."

"She did, but this wasn't a typical shapeshifter killing. Take a closer look at the bodies. See something different?"

Cora narrowed her eyes as she tried to sharpen her focus on them. It took her a moment but she saw it. In the wounds on the bodies. "Not all of them have claw marks. It looks like they were shot."

Derek sighed. "Apparently, Malia's mother has her own personal arsenal."

"A shapeshifter who uses guns? That's different." Cora knew that most shapeshifters didn't want to bother with weapons since they are practically a weapon already.

"But not new," he said. Kate had kept use of her arsenal after she turned and that was what made her even more deadly. Luckily, she was now locked up in Eichen House. "And this wasn't her first time. It's one of the reasons that she is hard to track as her hits could either have the makings of an animal attack or a shooting homicide."

Cora could sense that Derek was feeling a little scared. She didn't blame him. The Desert Wolf was starting to scare her too. She especially was nervous about the message in blood she left behind. "Where was this anyway?"

"It was a condemned textile factory in Arizona. According to the coroner's report, the time of death was at least four hours before the bodies had been found. She's long gone by now."

"You don't think she'll head to Beacon Hills, do you? For Malia? Peter?"

"No, I don't think so, at least not right away. The Desert Wolf didn't get to where she was by being predictable. Besides, Braeden thinks she's been looking for something."

"What?"

"We don't know."

"I just hope it's not anywhere near us."

"Yeah," Derek nodded. "Me too." He knew they already had enough to deal with, closer to home.


After leaving Liam and Mason to try and get a lead from Satomi's betas, and with Scott, Stiles and Malia off with Tracy, Lydia and Kira decided to try and see if there was anything at Tracy's that could give them some answers. They were able to sneak into the house and made their way up for her bedroom. But before Lydia could open the door, Kira stopped her.

"Wait, aren't we breaking into a crime scene?" she asked.

Lydia thought for a second but shook her head. "No." She then opened the door and they found that there was police tape wrapped around her bed. "Maybe."

"What are we supposed to be looking for?" Kira asked.

Lydia began to walk around the room. "I don't know. Mostly, I'm just following a feeling."

"Your feelings usually lead to dead bodies."

"Well, let me know if you find one," Lydia said to her, almost nonchalantly.

Kira sighed but nodded as she started to look around. Lydia took a moment to think they had finally gotten to a point that the concept of coming across a dead body was now a normal and numb experience.

They looked around the room and Kira found Tracy's dreamcatcher gift from her father. Lydia then guessed that Tracy was stuck in a night terror, and was killing people in her sleep. They were just hoping that now that she was taken to the Animal Clinic, Deaton could help them find a way to wake her up and snap her out of it.


The jeep pulled up to the clinic and they could already see Deaton at the front door, waiting for them. Deaton held the doors open for them as Scott, Stiles and Malia quickly carried Tracy inside. They lay her down on the metal table and Deaton moved to grab a light and begin his diagnosis.

"Is she okay?" Scott asked him.

Deaton began to check into her heart rate before moving to look at her eyes.

Stiles was watching off to the side and narrowed his eyes. "Hey, Scott?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you notice something off about Tracy?"

Scott looked down at the unconscious girl as Malia and Deaton looked over at him. After a moment, he nodded. "Yeah, I can't pick up her scent. Even when I'm just a few inches from her."

Stiles nodded in agreement. "Malia?"

Malia shook her head. "No. Me neither."

Deaton looked down at her. "That is strange. As Satomi no doubt taught you, a werewolf has to be conscious to conceal their scent. You can detect nothing at all?"

"Well, I am getting something from that," Scott said, pointing to the gray substance leaking out from Tracy's lips.

"Yeah, and it doesn't smell like blood," Stiles said. They all knew that scent off the bat by now. "What is that?"

Deaton focused on it. "Well I can't be 100% sure, but it seems like it might be mercury."

Tracy's body then had a jolt which got them all to jump a bit in surprise, but she stayed laying on the table.

"Can't you just give her a shot of something?" Malia asked.

"She doesn't look to be in any pain," Deaton told her.

"I meant a shot to kill her," Malia said, poking the bear, or wolves.

Scott and Stiles moved to spare each other a brief look.

Deaton stared at her blankly. "I generally prescribe to a code of ethics that frowns on such measures."

Scott sighed impatiently. "Malia, you know we're not going to do that."

"And how do you know she's not going to kill us?" she said back.

Stiles pointed over to her. "She makes a decent point. My dad sent me a message right before the fire drill. Tracy went and killed her therapist this morning."

"She doesn't know what she's doing. It's not her fault," Scott said to him. "It's whoever turned her."

"Well, either way, Tracy has already killed 2 people in less than 12 hours and mauled two cops." Stiles then pulled out his phone.

"What are you doing?" Scott asked him.

"I promised my dad that I would let him know if anything turned up. I have to tell him we have her here."

Deaton nodded. "Agreed," he said before looking over at Malia. "And while I may argue against euthanasia, I'm not opposed to a little, extra security," he said as he reached for a bottle of mountain ash.

He then threw the dark powder off for the entrance of the room to complete the barrier of ash.


The sheet was pulled back to reveal the great gash cut into Tracy's therapist's throat. Sheriff Noah Stilinski sighed out heatedly as Melissa McCall just nodded before staring down sadly at the corpse.

"Cause of death, cut throat, most likely caused by-"

"Claws," Noah finished for her with a grunt.

"Yeah," Melissa sighed out. "Death was almost instant."

He then closed his eyes in both physical and mental exhaustion. "How was he found?"

"One of the nurses saw Tracy leaving his office. We're actually used to seeing her around, she comes by every now and then for a session with him, but the nurse noticed that Tracy had no shoes on. Tried to follow after and to see what was wrong, but she lost sight of her so she went back to the office and found him in his chair. Her screaming brought everyone close by and one of the doctors quickly called the station."

Suddenly, they heard a text alert coming from his phone. He picked it up and saw that it was from his son and opened it. "It's Stiles. They found Tracy at the school. Says that she collapsed and they're took her to the animal clinic."

"They're there now?" The Sheriff nodded. "Well, at least they can keep Tracy from hurting anyone else. That mountain ash Deaton has lining his office will keep her from leaving and causing anymore trouble."

Noah then moved to rub at the side of his head. "Why? Why is Tracy doing this?"

"Uh, isn't she just out of control? Because she was freshly turned. Scott told me all about what happened when this all started for him."

"Yeah, Stiles told me all about too but, no," Noah shook his head. "Something just doesn't add up."

He looked back at the therapist's slashed throat. Tracy attacked the transport her father was in, but he was the only one she killed. She only attacked the officers because they were in her way. And now, a hospital full of people in the morning, but she sneaks in, kills her therapist, and sneaks out without any more trouble? Noah then remembered what Stiles told him. How Tracy's scent was being kept from being picked up. This didn't seem all accidental.

But before he could think more on it, a nurse knocked and let herself into the morgue. "Sorry, Melissa, Sheriff, you need to come quick."

"Why? What's wrong?" Melissa asked.

"One of the officers from the attack at the transport. The driver, he's awake."


Stiles was looking over and saw as the dust settled and the ash had formed a perfect line in the doorway, with no ash scattered anywhere else on the floor. Deaton could see Stiles' rising anxiety as he stared at the line.

"There's no reason to worry Stiles. Tracy won't be able to cross the mountain ash line," he said to him assuredly.

"Yeah, actually that's kind of what I'm worried about. All of us being trapped here, with her," he said giving Tracy a side look.

"Well, I'll be able to leave here with no problems," Deaton told him. "And, I'm confident the three of you can handle one rogue wolf together, and have each other's backs." That made the three of them share looks with each other. "So again, there's no reason to worry."

Malia moved to the edge of the room, standing just a few inches from the barrier. She carefully extended her hand out and a moment later it met the edge and they could all see a wall of blue light. She felt her hand pushed away a second after contact and it disappeared.

"Weird," she said, staring at the doorway.

Stiles moved over and grabbed her hand. "Yeah," he sighed to her.

He then went to extend his own hand out towards the barrier. When it reached the edge, the wall of light appeared again. But Stiles kept his hand out as he tried to push at it. It didn't seem to budge or let his hand move an inch. He then sighed and dropped it before letting himself lean closer to Malia. Scott was watching and his eyes narrowed a bit. Stiles' hand hadn't been thrown back by the barrier like Malia's. His mind then began to run a mile a minute that he almost didn't hear Deaton calling him.

"Scott?" He turned around back to look at Deaton who was getting a scalpel ready. "Would you mind holding her down? I'm going to be trying a few more, invasive tests."

Scott nodded before he looked up over at Stiles. He nodded back and moved over to hold one of Tracy's arms while Scott held down the other. Deaton then moved the scalpel to make an incision on her arm, It ran across the skin but it didn't cut it. He then held it up to see that the edges had been bent back.

"I think we're going to need a bigger blade," Stiles droned out.

Deaton moved to try and keep working, but he seemed to be having difficulty. The lack of answers was starting to get suspenseful and the three teens started to pace around the room. Scott's phone then started buzzing.

"What's up?" Stiles asked him as Scott took a look.

"It's my mom. It's about the driver from the prison transport. She's saying that he's awake and talking with your dad."

As the two boys talked, Deaton was feeling around her neck when something underneath her skin started moving and he pulled his hand back in shock. "Malia, help me turn her," he quickly told her.

Scott waited for his mom to send the next message and it soon came. "She says that the driver didn't suffer a stroke or have a heart attack but he says that he felt his body just lock up."

Locked up? Stiles couldn't help but feel that sounded familiar. "Like…he was paralyzed?" Stiles muttered. That made Scott catch his eye. Stiles gasped. "I think I know what she is."

"Well then would you care to enlighten the rest of us?" Deaton called out to them. "Because this doesn't look too good."

The two of them made their way over where both Deaton and Malia seemed a bit nervous and anxious. Tracy had been turned around on the table Deaton lifted her shirt to show that her back had something…moving along her spine. The four of them kept watching it, in complete suspense, before her back suddenly split open and blood suddenly sprayed out, hitting Scott and Deaton but Stiles and Malia had managed to duck out of the way in time. They then saw that the thing moving was actually a reptilian tail. A tail that was all too familiar to Scott and Stiles.

It was starting to move and Stiles felt his nerves begin light up. He jumped back just before he could get struck with the sharp end of her tail but Deaton had been hit and cut at his arm. Malia had run forward but Tracy's tail spun forward and struck at her wrist, making her stumbled back into the table behind her. Tracy was crutched up on the table as both Scott and Stiles stared at her. Scott tried to take a step towards her but she went and clawed at shoulder. Stiles ran for her and Tracy moved to slash her claws at him next. He managed to catch her at her wrist and stop her attack. Tracy growled before trying to claw him with her other hand but he had already been moving his hand to catch that one too. Stiles bared his teeth as he glared at her attempts to try and pull herself free from his grip. But Tracy moved her tail and it wrapped around Stiles' right leg and gave it a tug. He had been so surprised that his grip loosened and Tracy struck at Stiles' chest, making him cry out in pain. Tracy pulled herself from his grip and then ran out of the room. They all watched Tracy head right for the ash line, and ran through it like it wasn't even there. They caught it breaking away just as Scott and Stiles found themselves unable to keep on their feet and they fell to the floor, flat on their backs.

Now all four of them were all lying helplessly on the floor, the venom Tracy doused them with rendering them completely paralyzed.

"Tracy, she's not a werewolf," Stiles gasped.

Scott let out a pained gasp. "She's a kanima."

"That's why you couldn't detect her scent," Deaton threw in. "Kanima's don't have one in the conventional sense."

"Like Jackson," Scott grunted out as he remembered how they couldn't track him when he was the Kanima.

"Hey Deaton, how the hell did she get through the Mountain Ash?!" Stiles barked out.

"I don't know," he sighed. "It's a barrier that no supernatural creature should be able to cross or break."

"What? Me and Scott both did it," Stiles said hysterically.

"Once," Scott pointed out. "Yours was a fluke and it almost killed me."

"We should've killed her!" Malia shouted out.

"Yeah, and meanwhile Tracy is going out there and probably going to kill someone else." Everyone else thought she was safe and secure with them at the clinic and there would be no one to stop her. "We have to go after her!"

"But we can't move!" Malia cried.

"Listen!" Deaton sternly said to them. "You kids have to concentrate. The three of you should be able to move much faster than I could but you need to focus."

"Focus on what?" cried Malia.

"Healing," Scott told her.

"That's right," said Deaton.

"I don't know how to tell my body to heal!"

"Pain," Stiles grunted out. "It triggers our healing and should help it push the venom out. I've seen it before. Stabbed myself in the leg with my keys once." But he then let out a frustrated grunt. "Ugh, but I can't even move my hands to try and force myself to."

"Pain's not the only way," said Deaton. "Focus could be used as easily as pain. You can will your bodies to heal."

"Then tell us how?!" Malia struggled but couldn't even shake her head.

"Whoa, Malia, it's okay. It won't last long," Scott said to her. "Doc, how do we focus?"

"Think of a body part. Your hands, your feet, even just the tips of your fingers. Imagine them moving. See it in your mind and your body will follow."

Scott, Stiles and Malia let out deep breaths as they tried to focus like Deaton told them and try and get themselves free from the effects of the venom.


Brett was off with his fellow lacrosse teammates, practicing. He was darting passed anyone trying to intercept him and went and launched the ball for the net, which made a hard whack when it made contact. He then back up and let himself revel in his impressive goal.

Liam and Mason had arrived and Mason was ogling Brett. Half of which had to do with the fact that he was shirtless. The other half being that he was trying to take in the fact that he was another werewolf.

"This guy is a werewolf too?" he asked Liam, mystified.

Liam crossed his arms, trying to look unimpressed with Brett's recent play. "Yeah," he sighed out.

Mason shook his head as his smile widened as he focused his guys now at Brett's muscled torso. "Oh, this just gets better and better."

"Don't let my brother hear you say that." Liam and Mason turned their heads over to see Lori walking over to them from the side. "It'll get to his head, and god knows it doesn't need to get any bigger than it is now."

Liam snorted. "I hear that."

"Hi Liam," she said, smiling at him.

"Hey Lori," he said, smiling back to her.

"I heard about what happened at the school with the wolf. I'm glad you're okay."

"Thanks."

Mason watched as the two of them smiling at each other for a moment before he cleared his throat, rather loudly.

Lori blinked as she looked over at him. "Uh, Mason, right?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "I remember you, from back during the lacrosse game six months ago. And, you…you're a werewolf too?"

She glanced over at Liam. "You finally told him?"

He nodded a bit sheepishly before she smiled. She then let her golden eyes show and Mason let out an excited gasp.

"Wow," he muttered. "They're just like Liam's."

A while later, the three of them were joined by Brett as Lori started to tell Liam all about the marker being destroyed and Liam told them about the new werewolf in their midst. He then brought out Tracy's picture to them.

"Cute," Brett mused as he looked at the girl. "But I've never seen her."

Lori shook her head. "Me neither. If Satomi turned anyone then she would've told the rest of us to expect new pack members."

"And after that whole Deadpool thing, Satomi isn't really in a hurry to do any recruiting for the pack. Well, at least until we're all back on our feet and things have settled a bit."

Liam nodded. So, he and Stiles had been right. Satomi hadn't turned Tracy. "Something tells me that's not going to be anytime soon," he sighed. "And you guys haven't heard anything about a new Alpha coming into town lately?"

"Not that we know of," Lori said as she shared a look with her brother. "Though a few think that if there was, then they might've been who destroyed the marker."

"We're keeping our eyes out for them now."

"So, is that how it works?" Mason asked them. "Alphas just come in and go around biting and turning whoever they want?"

Brett nodded. "Or you could be born a werewolf like me and my sister. Our family died in a fire and Satomi took us in."

Lori let a sad look pass across her face, one that Liam noticed.

"I'm sorry," he said to her.

She blinked it away. "It was a long time ago."

Brett moved to put a comforting hand on her shoulder and she looked up at him to catch her brother's eye. She moved to put her opposite hand over his and Brett let a small smile come over him. Liam and Mason started to feel like they were intruding on a private and personal moment between the siblings. Liam tried to distract himself with focusing on Tracy's photo but he saw something that made him start zooming in. On her neck specifically. To the necklace she was wearing. A flash of memory passed over his eyes.

"Hey," he mumbled, bringing everyone out of their moment.

"What?" asked Mason.

"Tracy's necklace," he said, moving to show the picture of it to the three of them.

"What about it?" Brett asked.

Liam narrowed his eyes in determination. "I've seen it before."

At the other end of the field, underneath the stands, stood Theo and he narrowed his eyes. It seemed as if it wasn't just Scott's pack he had to navigate through now. He listened in and heard how they were going to the woods to find Tracy's necklace and the two other betas told him that they were going too as their alpha had asked for them to help Scott's pack in any way they could. It would seem that this Satomi that Stiles had been seeing, she and her pack, were going to interfere. That would be a problem. One pack he could navigate his way through, not two. He sighed as he carefully left. Maybe he just found his use for Courtney after all. But, first things first.


Scott, Stiles, Malia and Deaton were still scattered on the floor of the clinic's examination room, still paralyzed from the venom. None could check the time to see how long they've been paralyzed but from the windows, they can see that the sun had already long set and night had fallen.

"Okay doc," Stiles grunted out. "I don't think the whole focus thing is working out that well. Do you have any more tips and sage advice we can try?"

Deaton turned his eyes to look up at him. "Nothing is coming to mind quite right now," he said dully.

It had been a year since he felt these kind of effects but Scott could sincerely say that he didn't miss feeling this way. His body felt like a lump of lead and he could barely turn his head. He looked over at Malia and noticed that her fingers were moving.

"Malia?" he asked, drawing Stiles and Deaton's attention to them.

"I don't think she cut me that deep," she grunted.

Stiles thought back to her attack. "Yeah, Scott and I got clawed by her but you got cut by her tail."

"The dose of venom wouldn't be as much," Deaton agreed. "Keep going. Keep moving."

Malia let out a cry as she focused on moving her other hand. She cried out as she managed to pull it up and tried to push herself to get to her feet. Pushing on herself, moving her feet as she leaned on the table when she started to wobble about.

"It's working," she gasped as she started regaining the normal feeling in her limbs.

"Wait for us," Stiles cried out to her.

"No. there's no time."

"She's not a werewolf. You won't be able to track her."

"No, I can. She scratched you and Scott. Your blood is on her. I can find her."

"Malia," Scott said, making her look at him. "Save her."

Malia grunted out impatiently. Saving Tracy was the last thing she felt like doing right now. But she swallowed it down and ungracefully stomped out for the exit. She looked down at Stiles as she stepped over him.

"You be careful, you hear me," he told her.

She gave him a nod and moved to head out of the clinic. She pushed out the front doors and was moving like she was suffering a cramp. She sniffed the air and quickly found the trail left by Stiles and Scott's blood. She had the direction and started to quickly limp off. Around a parked mini-van, Theo stuck his head out and followed after her movements. When she was far enough away, he moved closer to the clinic and made sure he was ready to come in when he had to be.


Lydia and Kira were still in Tracy's room, trying to make sense of what was going on with her.

"Okay, so she killed her dad and he was only trying to help her."

"So was her psychiatrist," Lydia threw in. "And maybe that's why she went to the school? She was looking for someone who was just trying to help."

"Yeah…oh, maybe it was you?" That made Lydia turn to face her. "Or not, you know, since that would mean she wants to kill you."

"No," she said quickly. "You're right. I was trying to help her, but, so was someone else. My mother. What if Tracy went to the school to find my mother?"

"Where is she now?"

Lydia's face fell. "On a date."

"With who?"


It had been over half a year when there had been an electrical fire at the town bowling alley, a fire that only a few truly knew who and what had been responsible. It had done serious damage and the place had been closed for months while repairs and renovations had been made. That summer, the work had been complete and the bowling alley had reopened. Changes had been made. There were now some billiards added to the lounge area like foosball and even a pool table which brought a larger crowd of people to come and have fun.

Right now, that pool table had a handful guys in their 20's surrounding it. They were calmly playing and talking about random subjects. But, the news about the attack on the police transport came up.

"You know, they say that it was an animal," said one of the guys at the table, leaning a bit on his pool cue.

"Another animal attack?" said another. "Geez, how many does that make now? I've honestly lost count."

"Who knows," the first guy shrugged.

One of the other guys bent down to take aim with his cue, for his shot. "Where'd it happen?" he asked before he took his shot.

"It was over by the overpass downtown. Apparently, a lawyer and two cops got attacked when they taking a prisoner off to County."

"The guy got away?" asked a guy nearby.

He nodded. "Yeah, but they caught him again, like an hour later."

The guy snorted in response. "Now that's crappy luck."

That made the others chuckle in amusement too. But one of them sobered up pretty quick.

"Still, I heard that one of them was killed and the other two were mauled and knocked out, comas. Add that to the growing pile."

"I know. Living in the boonies is supposed to be safer than the big city but I think it was better when I lived in L.A. I swear, a handful of times, I swear I've heard the sound of gunfire echoing out at night a few times, automatics at that. Somebody's got to do something. Things around here just seem to get more and more out of control."

"Yeah, I know. It's like ever since they caught that psycho chick who caused the Hale fire and killed all those people, in these last two years, the killing rate has spiked in this town."

"It's like she made people start to snap. A guy from work, six months ago, he was caught trying to kill some kids at the high school by lighting them on fire. I always thought he was a normal guy."

"I hear you. You know, my neighbor had been in the hospital when those freaks dressed like ninjas came in and attacked everyone with swords last year. Thankfully, no one died but he still has trouble sleeping after that. And they still haven't caught those guys."

Some of them nodded or tightened their stances. Soon, another stepped up.

"I'll raise you one. Remember that kid that went psycho and started killing people left and right until he was found drowned after murdering deputies over at the police station? He and his parents used to live only four houses away from me." That got a few of them to gasp or widen their eyes. "His parents went berserk and ditched town like the day after his funeral."

"Yeah, I went to school with one of those deputies' kids. We went and tagged the house with spray paint a few days after it happened. Probably why," he snorted, making a few of them snort too.

"I lost my girlfriend," one of them of them grunted, making all of them look at him. "She was working a DJ gig at a rave two years ago. They found her, with her throat slit. Just lying there, out in some trashy corner, killed by that psycho kid. So, do I win?" he asked with a rough tone.

That made everyone just be silent for a moment.

"People here are going insane," one of them just huffed out.

"No, not just people. Animals too. Remember that scare at the high school when a coyote got in last year? Or that mountain lion a year before that?"

"What's the deal? It's like you either you meet up with fire loving lunatics, gun or sword wielding nutjobs or you get mauled by a wild animal."

"Or they run into traffic and cause pile ups. Remember that nasty one over a year ago? Some kind of dog, snake or something ran out on Elmwood Drive and caused that six car pile-up. I heard five people died."

As they kept talking, off to the side, in front of the closest bowling lane, sat Virgil who narrowed his eyes at that last part. Virgil had come here on his day off to try and relax but, after listening to all of that from those guys, he felt just as anxious and agitated as ever. Another wild animal not only causing a traffic accident but actually mauling the people inside. That hit too on the nose as memories and old feelings coming back to him.

"What the hell is going on in this town?" he mumbled to himself.

Virgil then heard more from them.

"Yeah, what if it's all not accidents?" said one of them. That made the others turn to him. "You know, what if there is someone out there behind all of it? Or some thing?"

"Some thing?" one of them asked skeptically.

"Yeah. I was born in this town. You hear things sometimes. Stories, rumors. Tell me, do any of you believe in the Supernatural?"

That made the small group of them give him a collective spaced out look.

Not an accident. Supernatural

Virgil couldn't help but narrow his eyes as the thoughts ran through his mind as the guy over at the pool table started to get dismissed or argue as he kept going with the others.

He then stepped up to grab a bowling ball from the chute. Virgil stomped onto the lane and put a little more oomph into his throw then needed. He scored a perfect strike. As he moved to sit back down and relax a bit more, he got to thinking. To some of the stories he had heard, from his grandmother. He reached into the pouch strapped to his waste and pulled out his tarot card deck.

Maybe that wasn't such a crazy thought after all.


Liam, Mason, Brett and Lori were walking together through the woods, as Liam was trying to back track the path he and Stiles had taken the night they were tailing Theo. Though the key word was trying. The sun had long since set and everyone was getting irritable.

Brett finally spoke up. "How much further?" he asked, making Liam stop walking.

"Uh, shouldn't be much further."

"Liam, I hate to tell you this but I think we've been walking in circles for the last half hour," Lori said as she stopped and looked around.

"So wait, we're lost?" Mason asked them.

"We're not lost," Liam said sternly. "I know exactly where we are."

"Yeah, so do I. Right in the middle of nowhere," Brett sighed at him. "What are we even doing out here again?"

"I told you, we're looking for the hole where I saw Tracy's necklace. It's around here somewhere, we just have to keep looking."

Lori moved off to his side. "Liam, wandering around here in the dark isn't going to find the necklace. Maybe we should come back during the day."

"Or get Scott and Stiles," Brett chipped in. "I mean, they've spent a lot of time in these woods the last two years so they know them pretty well. And, if he was following this Theo guy like you said then I'm sure Stiles remembers exactly where you were when you fell down that hole," he said with a tone of amusement at the end part.

Liam stopped walking and turned around the face them. Brett and Lori looked ready to leave so he looked over at Mason, and saw that his look seemed hesitant.

"They do have a good point Liam," Mason said, uncomfortably. "Maybe we should head back."

But Liam shook his head. "No, guys I know it's around here somewhere," he said starting to back up a bit. "If we keep looking for a bit then I know-"

He never got to tell them what he knew because they saw him disappear.

"Liam?" Mason asked before he and the Talbot siblings ran off.

They found Liam on his back, in a hole. Brett and Mason were snickering at the sight of him and even Lori's lip was quivering a bit.

"I guess you found the hole after all," she said underneath a snicker.

Liam had an embarrassed look on his face as he let his head lean back into the dirt. "Please, don't tell anyone about this," he said as he started pulling himself to his feet. Stiles already gave him enough teasing about the well incident, and falling in the first hole, the last thing he needed was more ammunition.

Mason quickly got out his phone and turned on his light to shine down on it as Liam reached around, looking for the necklace.

"Anything?" Brett asked him.

He looked around for a couple more seconds but could find no sign of it. "No, I don't see it anywhere."

"Maybe Tracy came back and got it?" Brett suggested.

Lori extended her hand and Liam took it and she pulled him out of the hole.

"Thanks," he breathed out to her gratefully to her before turning back to Brett. "No, I don't think she took it. She didn't have it on her back at the school."

"Then what happened to it?" Lori asked him.

Mason crutched down. "Hey, I thought you said this was a sinkhole."

Liam shrugged. "It's a hole. What difference does it make?"

"Well, take a look at the edges. These handprints…and all this dirt."

Brett bent down to a close look. He then dug his fingers into the ground and clawed up some dirt into his palm and it made marks that matched them. "She didn't fall in here."

Liam realized it too. "She was buried."

Lori gasped. "She had to dig her way out."

"Intense," Mason breathed out.

"No, not Tracy," Liam mumbled, making the three of them look up at him. Liam was staring off into the distance. "This isn't the right hole."

"What do you mean?" Mason asked him.

"The bridge. The hole was close to the bridge but it's not here. That's why the necklace isn't here. This isn't the right hole."

"Then, who crawled out of this one?" asked Brett.

Lori took a few steps off into the distance. "Or these?"

The guys turned to where Lori was looking and they found that there were two more recently dug holes there.


Stiles was gritting his teeth as he tried to get himself to regain use of his body. Malia had left what felt like a half hour ago and he didn't like the idea of her being alone against Tracy. He was able to start moving his neck a bit and he then moved to lift it up and slam his head down on the floor. A wave of slight pain flowed across his body and he began to feel a tingle at his fingertips and toes. He did it again, and again.

"Stiles?" Deaton asked as he saw what the boy was doing.

"It's alright," he grunted. "I'm getting some feeling back now." He then started to flex his fingers and turn his feet a bit.

Scott put more effort into focusing on his body and found himself able to turn and wobble his torso a bit. "I think I am too," he slurred out.

Stiles lifted his hands and struggled to move them up a bit so he could push and get himself to sit straight up. He then grit his teeth as he had his legs start folding in on himself before he started to move to stand himself up.

"Stiles, be careful. Slow down," Deaton said to him, seeing him wobbling in his attempt to lift himself.

But Stiles couldn't slow down. He threw himself to stand on his feet, in the middle of the room but he quickly started to lose his balance and was starting to fall backwards. However, before he could fall back down, he was caught from behind.

Scott lifted his right arm and leaned up on one of the legs of the operating table to get a better look at the one that caught his best friend. "Theo?"

"Hey," he grunted as he tried to keep Stiles from falling down.

"What are you doing here?" Stiles hissed out. It was unclear if it was from the pain, or from the displeasure of seeing him.

Theo moved him to lean on the operating table before he moved to pick Deaton up and lean him against the operating table too.

"This is Theo?" Deaton asked them.

Stiles nodded as he tried to straighten himself and stand flat on his feet.

"I heard about Tracy. I've been looking for you and I knew you worked here so I came by."

Scott had managed to pull himself up to lean on the table himself and look up at him. "We lost her," he told him.

"And Malia," Stiles added.

"Let me help," Theo said, looking directly at Scott. "It doesn't have to mean that I'm part of the pack. Or like you accepted me or anything like that. It just means I can help catch this girl."

Scott turned away from Theo to look over at Stiles. He had a hard look on his face. Even though he had just helped him, he didn't look like he was ready to let Theo in. Deaton let his gaze move between the boys before they settled back on Scott.

"Scott," Theo said drawing his gaze back to him. "Let me help you," he said gently to him.

Scott stared at him for a moment before he felt everything in him loosening up.

Stiles could already see that Scott had made his decision. And, Stiles couldn't help but feel a hard heat brewing up in his head that seemed to spread out and burn out the last of the venom.


After finishing with his interview with the transport driver, Noah had left the hospital and headed back to the station. He had sent a text to Stiles to quickly tell him if anything happened. So far, Stiles hadn't answered him back but he guessed that they were all still doing…whatever Deaton needed them to be doing at the clinic. But right now, it seemed that everything was back in order though. They had both Donovan and Tracy back, safe and sound. It looked like he could go right ahead and cash in his rain check.

He finished throwing his suit from last night back on and met his date outside his office. "Thanks for meeting me here. It's been a hectic day at the station. I probably shouldn't even be-" But he froze once he caught sight of her. Natalie Martin, his date.

She was dressed in a lovely black dress and her hair was groomed and it almost looked like silk in the station's low light.

Natalie smiled at how he seemed to be rendered speechless. She couldn't help but think he looked adorable. "Well, I'm glad you didn't have to cancel again," she said in light jest.

"Me too," he sighed.

They spent a moment, just standing there, smiling at one another. This was going to be a first for the both of them. Neither had really gone on a real date since Noah's wife died or Natalie's divorce. Both couldn't help but feel both excited and awkward about the whole thing.

But Noah noticed something off at the side. "Clark?" He moved over and found Deputy Clark lying at her desk. He was surprised as nodding off during duty wasn't like her at all. But he saw that she looked wide awake. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I can't move," she muttered fearfully to him.

Noah's face fell at that. Natalie looked over and noticed that the deputy at the front desk was lying over it, still as a statue. They then jumped when the doors opened and Lydia came through them with Kira behind her.

"Mom, she's coming!" Lydia frantically cried out to her. "Tracy's coming for you."

"What? What do you mean for me?" she asked her.

But they all heard a low grumbling noise above them and they looked up to find Tracy. She was growling at them with fangs in her mouth as her reptilian tail flapped around behind her back. Lydia and Noah's eyes widened at the sight of the tail. Lydia had seen that kind of tail before and Noah remembered all the stories he heard his son and his friends tell him about Jackson Whittemore after he was bitten.

"Kanima," they both muttered almost inaudibly.

Tracy's eyes went reptilian before she snarled and then leapt out at the girls. They threw themselves out of the way. Noah quickly reached for his handgun and Tracy growled at him.

Over in his cell, Donovan was nodding off a bit, when he felt a sudden jolt. His eyes opened wide and a silver flash went across them before it faded. He blinked a bit to settle himself but he tensed back up when he heard gunshots being fired.

Natalie quickly moved to hid behind a corner as everything around her went crazy. Noah had tried to get Tracy at the shoulder but she avoided the shots and went and clawed him at his arm. His gun flew off and Noah felt everything in his body numbing and he felt to the ground, paralyzed. Tracy heard a whistling sound and turned to see Kira drawing her sword and swinging it around a bit before taking a battle stance.

"Kira!" Noah screamed out at her.

She darted out of the way as Tracy moved to strike at where her head had been and jumped over down a few feet and growled at her. Lydia was leaning against a nearby wall and her mother was off to the side, freaking out at what she was seeing. Kira and Tracy started to fight, each one seeking to land a solid blow on the other with claws or sword. They both darted, ducked and dodged each other's blows, one after the other. Whenever one made a swipe, the other would avoid it and try to counter, only for the first to avoid that one herself.

After Kira managed to spin and dodge a hard swipe from Tracy's tail that ended up knocking a small desk lamp her way, Natalie let out a frightened gasp which drew Lydia's attention.

"Mom, run. Run now!" she told her.

Natalie gasped but took off to do what her daughter said. However, Tracy noticed her fleeing and moved to go and cut Lydia across waist, sending a rush of venom into her body. Lydia gasped in pain and started to feel her legs beginning to give way underneath her.

"Lydia! Lydia!" Natalie screamed. She had turned around to see the front of her daughter's outfit darkening with her blood as she began sliding down the wall, to the ground.

Kira let out an angered growl at the sight of her friend hurt in front of her and charged at Tracy. She managed to bump her down and quickly jumped onto a desk to take the high ground. She took a stance, and the room started to light up a bit as her aura started to burn it's way to the surface. Noah and Tracy's eyes widened at the sight of a fiery fox outline surrounding Kira. She spun her sword and moved to go for Tracy, as Tracy moved to try and attack her again. She spun herself to try and whack Kira with her tail but Kira brought her sword down and caught it at the base, completely severing it from Tracy who let out a pained hissing scream as she felt it cut off. Tracy then started to limp herself away as Kira just stood there, and seemed to revel in the aura surrounding her. Lydia and Noah watched and couldn't help but be mesmerized at the sight. So beautiful and yet so terrifying at the same time. Kira then took a deep breath and as she seemed to calm down, the aura around her began to dim and fizzle out, until it was gone. She blinked and after seeing Lydia on the ground, she dropped her sword and ran to crutch down at her side.

As soon as she did, Malia began to walk into the station. The smell of fresh blood flooded her nose as she came in and saw deputies down, including Stiles' dad, and Lydia bleeding on the floor with Kira trying to help her.

"Careful," Noah muttered to her.

She nodded and began to move to go after her but Lydia called out and stopped her.

"Malia?" She ran over for her but Lydia just blinked as she could read Malia's face clearly. "No. It's not as bad…listen, Tracy, she thinks…she thinks she's asleep. She thinks she's asleep. It's a night terror."

"I don't know what that-"

"She…she's not dreaming. She's not asleep. Get her to understand," she pleaded.

"Malia!" Noah cried desperately to her. "Basement. They're in the basement."

"They?"

"Tracy, and my mother," Lydia cried out to her.

Malia ran off to go after them while Noah narrowed his eyes. Was that the answer that Noah was looking for back at the hospital? Tracy was doing all this because she was in a night terror?

The stairs to the basement were dark and quiet but Malia tensed and readied her claws. There was a trail of blood and she moved to slowly follow after it. She eventually heard a hissing sound and soon found Lydia's mom, paralyzed and being dragged by Tracy. But she stopped when she caught sight of Malia and brought out her kanima eyes and claws. Malia roared in response and shifted fully before leaping forward to let herself loose upon her.

It was pretty even in the beginning but without her tail, Tracy seemed to have lost her edge. Malia managed to gain the upper hand and threw Tracy to the ground. She placed her foot down on her and Tracy struggled for a moment before she slowly started to shift back to normal. Malia didn't let go right away, still angry and full of rage from her attacking her all her friends both here and back at the clinic. But as Tracy gasped and extend her hand, normal and clawless, out to her, Malia blinked and moved to back off her. Tracy began to gasp out for air as Malia shifted back to normal.

"Tracy," she gasped. "Tracy, are you awake? You're not dreaming. Okay?"

Tracy moved to try and get her bearings back before taking deep breaths. After a moment, she blinked as she got back on her feet. "Where am I?" she gasped out.

"It's okay," Malia said, approaching her comfortingly.

Tracy ducked her head as she moved her hand behind her so Malia couldn't see her extending her claws back on it. Tracy let out a whimper to try and draw Malia closer to her. "What happened?" she said in a tiny voice.

"Don't worry. You're okay now."

But Malia was then thrust back when Tracy pushed at her before moving to try and claw at her throat with a hard roar. Malia fell back to the floor and just avoided it. She began to try and shuffle herself back but Tracy closed in. She was about to strike at her, when a needle suddenly came and thrust itself into her neck. She tensed up as the plunger on it was pushed, by a figure in black, wearing a mask.

Malia tried to get back up and stop him, but she was grabbed by another one from behind and then thrown against the wall. She watched as Tracy's mouth opened and she began leaking mercury freely from her mouth.

"Her condition is terminal," the man said in a distorted voice before pulling the needle out and Tracy fell lifelessly to the ground.

Malia was then let go and the figures began to walk out of the basement, leaving Malia there with Tracy's body.


A/N: It looks like there might be something in the works for Liam and Lori, as well as him and Hayden. I was thinking of there being two love triangles in the works. One with the three of them to help compliment the one with Stiles, Malia and Theo. One where the girl in the middle is caught between affectional love for one and primal lust for the other, and the other where the guy is between a girl that looks at him as her enemy turned love and a girl that looks at him as her hero turned love.