Chapter 13: A Novel Approach part 2
Noah Stilinski was in his office, staring at a small tack board where he had a photo of Donovan along with some other photos and files. It had been days since the boy's escape and there was no sign of him. His former partner also hadn't heard anything from his son though he made no attempt to hide the fact that he didn't want any contact from either him or Donovan. Noah couldn't help but feel that something bad might've happened to the kid. Maybe the same kind of thing that happened with Tracy and Lucas.
He had asked Stiles if he and the others could keep a lookout for him. If they found any trace of him, like his scent, then they should call him immediately. And, as the subject of his son came around, he couldn't help but feel that something was wrong with him. Stiles seemed quiet and detached from him the last few days, which was weird. He guessed that all this business with the 'Dread Doctors", a name he thought was completely ridiculous by the way, and what they were doing to people was starting to get to him. Not to mention that his friends were attacked again, just before the bodies of these "chimeras" were stolen. In fact, now that he listed everything like this, he can probably understand why his son would be bothered.
He was pulled out of his thoughts by a knock on his office door.
"Sheriff?" Parrish said lightly to him.
"Uh, yeah, Parrish, what's up?"
"I'm heading out. I just got a call from Lydia."
Just before he left, Stiles had told him that he and his friends got a lead and had to go to Eichen House and talk to Valack about what was going on. Whenever that place was involved, Noah couldn't help but be worried whenever his son got anywhere near it, considering what had happened before. If Lydia called Parrish, he quickly started to assume something had happened.
"Is something wrong?" he quickly asked.
"Oh, no. At least, I'm not sure. Lydia called and asked if I could go over to Eichen House and pick her up when they were done finding out more about the Dread Doctors. And are we really going to call them that?"
"Afraid so. Why is she asking for you to pick her up?"
"Well, apparently Stiles just went and took off before they could head inside."
"What? Why?"
"Don't know. She said that he just got into his jeep and just drove off."
Noah narrowed his eyes. That didn't seem like Stiles. He moved to get his phone and started to call for his son. After a moment, the call went straight to his voice mail.
"Stiles must've turned his phone off," he mumbled.
"Do you think he's okay?" Parrish asked out in concern.
Noah sighed. "I hope so."
Stiles glared out at the street as he drove as far away from that place as he could. He just drove aimlessly and found that he seemed to be heading off towards the direction of the preserve. A part of him was surprised that he just took off but being around there was just too…suffocating for him. Not just being at that place, but being around Scott.
"We shouldn't be killing people we're trying to save."
What Scott said just made it all too much. Scott was upset with Kira over what had happened. How she could've ended up killing Lucas back during his attack on them at Sinema. Stiles thought that Kira was really just trying to save their friends and protect all those people at the club. Scott might have wanted to save Lucas but maybe the guy was beyond saving. He was so focused on Lucas but what about everyone else? Lucas nearly killed a handful of people all in the same night and it didn't sound like he didn't know what he was doing. It looked like Lucas wanted to do those things. Just like with that wolf with the talons, and Tracy…and Donovan. They each tried to kill them, after they had killed a number of people beforehand. He didn't know about that talons guy but Tracy killed her father and therapist and Donovan bragged about killing another werewolf who he now knew to be Wilson.
How would Scott react when he found about what happened that night in the library with him and Donovan? A part of him could already guess.
'Bet he wouldn't be so upset if it was Allison that had been swinging that sword. Or if Allison had been who Donovan attacked and had killed him. He might shout and spaz out at anyone that said what he just said about Kira with her.'
From out of a dark corner of his mind, that thought just suddenly shouted out to him. And he narrowed his eyes as he couldn't help but think it was true. Allison had fired arrows right into Erica and Boyd and got sick pleasure out of it too, which he happened to see but Scott hadn't. But, he did see her stab and cut into Isaac, not to mention try to kill Derek right in front of him. None of that was to protect or save anyone. Allison wanted to hurt all of them, kill Derek for revenge and Scott just brushed all of it off like it was no problem. He hadn't said or complained about any of it those times.
Sweat was beginning to fall heavily down his brow and his body felt like it was on fire. His teeth began grinding in frustration and finally he just went and slammed his hand up on the dash of his jeep in aggravation. As he did, he saw that it had shifted, revealing new claws, looking bigger, longer and sharper than how they usually were. Panic set in as he saw them and his eyes widened a bit comically when he saw that his other hand had matching claws at his fingertips. He was so caught up in them that his jeep was steering itself off the lane and moving off into the opposite one. An incoming car began honking, snapping Stiles out of it and making him quickly turn the wheel to avoid hitting it. Stiles' heart was pounding on his chest as he felt the blood pump against the veins in his arms, hands and feet. He went to pull the car off the road, shrouded a bit by the trees, before he threw himself out.
He stumbled out a few steps as he stared down at his hands. Not only were the claws different but his hands seemed to have changed too. He could see that extra hair had sprouted out below his knuckles and run down to his wrists. Stiles took some deep breaths as he closed his eyes and focused on the image of his friends, his anchors. Malia, Lydia, Kira, Liam, his dad, and even Scott. As they ran through his mind, he opened his eyes to reveal their blue glow. His claws however weren't going away or regressing to normal at all though. They stayed there, longer and sharper than ever, almost glowing under the light of the crescent moon shining overhead. His anchors, which had never failed to work for him ever, weren't helping him get control of his shift. Stiles' breathing intensified and grew faster. His face then slowly shifted as the heated blood rushed to his head and he dashed off into the woods.
Theo was walking down the halls at high school when he suddenly got a text alert. He looked and saw that it was from Courtney, again." She was asking about when they would get together and talk about their next move. He heatedly sighed as he went to send a quick reply.
Relax. Talk l8r.
He rolled his eyes as he re-pocketed his phone. Courtney was starting to get on his nerves. She had been freaking out all weekend on him. Donovan's death had really hit her. He had gotten killed only a few hours after they taken out a werewolf, by another werewolf. Donovan had done what he needed him to do, more or less. He didn't need him anymore. And, maybe he didn't need Courtney anymore either. Truth be told, she was starting to get on his nerves. He told her that he would handle Stiles but she kept pestering him for more specifics. Maybe he could arrange something for her.
Anyway, he had more important things and people to see to. He then made the turn that would take him straight to the library.
Malia was sitting at the table that she and her friends had gone to the last time they were all in the library together. She wondered how they were doing, going off to Eichen House to see Valack but she wasn't sorry that she wasn't with them. She had enough memories of that place to last a lifetime. And she thought her time would be better spent trying to read more of that book she had found. She was sitting with her copy of the Dread Doctors book open and had a highlighter open and ready in her hand. Reading this thing wasn't getting any easier and she found that most of the pages she was going through had nearly every line getting highlighted. She sighed as she rested her free hand on the table. Her fingers then brushed against scratches carved into the wood and it felt like they had been made by fingernails, or claws. She began to move the book slightly, to get a better look at them, when someone came to sit in front of her.
Theo smiled as he saw the book open in front of her. "Page turner?" he asked in jest.
"Not exactly," she sighed out, moving the copy back to how she had it before.
He nodded and held up his Pre-calculus book. "Neither is this," he smirked.
Malia didn't answer as she moved her eyes back to the book to get back to trying to read it. She had to remember that Stiles didn't trust this guy. He had been right about Peter, even when no one else thought so. Why wouldn't he be right, now? Still, she was finding it hard to want him to go away. There was just…something, about him.
Theo stared at her for a moment before he moved to open his textbook and get to work himself. He let himself focus on the words in front of him, trying hard to make it seem like he didn't know that Malia was now staring at him. Or that he couldn't detect a small hint of…interest, coming off her. He fought the urge to let a satisfied growl loose.
For over half an hour, the two of them just sat there, trying to work as if the other wasn't there. Malia tried to keep reading and making sense of the Dread Doctors book while Theo pretended to be working on study Pre-calculus. He noticed that Malia seemed to be rubbing against some scratches into the table. His eyes narrowed at them when Malia just suddenly started to get up and start packing her things. She was heading out.
"Need a ride?" he lightly offered.
"I can take the bus," she told him.
"Uh, the last one left about an hour ago."
She froze for a bit before she shrugged her shoulders. "I'll walk." Home wasn't that far away.
He wouldn't let her go that easy. "Haven't I see you come out of Driver's Ed?"
"I hope not." The memory of her last driving lesson, or more accurately driving disaster, coming back to her.
"I'm pretty sure I saw you destroy a couple of traffic cones the other day. And nearly take out a sophomore," he quickly added.
Malia narrowed her eyes. "The sophomore shouldn't have been standing there," she quickly defended.
Theo couldn't help but genuinely laugh a bit at that one. He was beginning to better see what drew Stiles so much into her. It seems there was more appealing qualities to Malia then just her looks and primal ferocity.
"Sounds like you could still use some practice," he said, just before he yanked out his keys.
He then went and threw them into the air and she quickly caught them with ease. A small look of confidence was seeping its way through to her.
"I think it's fair to warn you, you might regret this."
The smile on his face didn't falter. "Yeah? Well, what's life without some risk?"
She rolled her eyes at his shameless bit of flirting as she moved to push her chair in and begin walking off. Theo grabbed his things and began to rapidly stuff them into his bag. He was about to follow after her but stopped mid first step. He looked down at where Malia had been sitting and saw that there seemed to be some kind of pattern, scratched into the table. It seemed to be in the shape of some kind of spiral. He squinted as he saw that it was actually two spirals, compressed into each other, going separate ways. Did Malia do that? No, he immediately thought afterwards. The scratches didn't seem that fresh. But he then noticed that Malia was already on the library's bottom floor landing and hurried along.
As the three walked inside Eichen House, they tensed up as they got into the entrance lobby. Lydia led the way towards the front desk and handled all the talking. The orderly clerk's eyes seemed to linger on Lydia. He was staring blankly at her which made her stop talking in the middle of her explanation. Scott and Kira got a little worried about what was happening before the man seemed to snap out of it and then put a plastic bin in front of them.
"Please empty the contents of your pockets into the container," he calmly told them.
Scott gave the container a look and shook his head. "We're just here to see-
"Please empty the contents of your pockets into the container," he repeated, this time a bit more pointedly.
Lydia sighed and moved to throw her purse inside. "Just do it," she said tirelessly at him.
Scott moved to throw his phone and keys into it, followed by Kira. The orderly then asked for them to take off their belts and throw them inside the bin too. Lydia was wearing a skirt so she didn't have a belt to throw in. Scott moved to remove his and put it in the bin but Kira was hesitant. Her belt was custom made to unfold and form into her sword. Her only means to fight and defend herself.
"I kind of need the belt," she tried to explain. "I mean, it's crucial to the outfit."
The orderly didn't budge. "Please remove your belt, which patients may take from you to either strangle themselves or others, including you."
"Right," Kira said, surrendering and placing the belt in the bin with everything else.
As she did, the orderly moved his eyes back to Lydia and she found herself staring back at him with a somewhat far off expression. But it didn't last long as a guard slamming a metal door shut behind him drew their eyes over to him. He gave them a look over and waved them over.
"Follow me," he told them.
Scott quickly took the lead and Kira and Lydia followed right behind him as the guard started to take them down a secluded hallway. Eventually, they came upon a locked door and he flashed his ID card on the nearby reader to unlock it, leading them down some stairs.
"I'll remind you that I'm only doing this as a favor to Deaton," he told them. "And, I'm doing it against my better judgment."
"We just need to talk to him," Scott started to explain. "If we didn't then we wouldn't be here."
He let a small smirk loose as he got down to the bottom landing. "I'm sure you wouldn't. Still, even then, you'll probably wish you didn't. Especially if you're careless."
"We'll be careful," Lydia told him.
"I hope so miss. Just remember, avoid eye contact as best you can."
Scott tensed up. "Yeah, we know." He wouldn't forget what happened with Deaton during his last visit with Valack.
"But not just with him. With everyone else here, and everything."
Scott, Lydia and Kira stopped to give each other a look before they resumed following after the guard. The guard came upon a gated door and Lydia moved to stand next to them but she noticed that Scott and Kira seemed to stop walking with her. She looked back and saw that the two of them seemed to be frozen in step, like they were hitting an invisible wall.
The guard smirked a bit. "You didn't think all of you were going in, didn't you?"
Scott understood. "It's mountain ash, isn't it?"
"Everywhere," he confirmed. "But heavily concentrated down here."
Lydia understood. This place was built to keep supernatural locked up and contained. A barrier of mountain ash would be an obvious security measure for doing that. Only Lydia could go passed it. "Guess it's just going to be me," she muttered.
The guard moved to unlock the door with his card and held it open for her. "Valack's cell is all the way at the end of the hall."
Lydia turned to look back at her two friends and Scott nodded at her.
"We'll be right here," he said, trying to reassure her.
She nodded and started to walk in. The door was closed behind her as she started her slow trek down the dimly lit hallway. There were cell doors along the way and she carefully walked passed them as she made her way down. She eventually turned a corner and saw that the cells down this corridor had glass walls to allow you to see into them. As she walked passed the first one, she attracted the inmate and saw that it was a woman in a straight jacket, and she had no mouth. As she walked passed the next one, she saw that there seemed to be a man there. He seemed normal enough, before he went and opened his mouth and flashed his two rows of razor sharp teeth at her with a white gleam in his eyes. Lydia hurried her pace a bit until she stopped in front of another cell. Her eyes widened as she saw the young man in this one.
"Aiden?" she muttered to herself.
Her…somewhat ex, was standing there, alive, and staring right at her. But Lydia blinked and the sight of him was gone, replaced by some kind of…thing. It had gray skin, pointed ears and dark yellow eyes. She backed away and cleared her throat before moving on. She'd been thinking of Aiden quite a few times over the last couple of months. Jackson too. Every time she spent time with Jordan. She couldn't help but start comparing the times and moments she had with them to the time and moments she been sharing with Jordan. And part of her couldn't help but feel guilty about that, especially after this.
She backed away from the cell and walked off, fast paced passed the rest without giving them a look before she came upon the very last one. She could see Valack in the center of the room, sitting cross legged on the floor. Almost like he was meditating. Lydia didn't make any noise as she approached but he lifted his head to soon as she stopped and stood directly in front of the cell.
"Tell me what you just saw?" he asked her.
"What?"
"The creature in the previous cell. The Sluagh."
"Sluagh?" she muttered.
"Yes, the myth is that they can take on the appearance of the lost souls that they have become inextricably bound to it. What lost soul did you happen to see Ms. Martin?"
She narrowed her eyes a bit. She didn't feel like sharing what she saw. Especially to this guy. "Why do want to know? Aren't you surrounded by enough lost souls?"
"Oh, don't give up on us yet Lydia. We're all works in progress?"
Lydia narrowed her eyes. She remembered that line being spoken to her once before. "Where did you hear that from?"
Valack smiled at her. "Wise words from a former cellmate."
"Oh, and where is he now?"
"Around," he said before he moved to get to his feet. He began to walk over and his eyes fell to what was being held in her hand. "I see you brought the book."
Lydia saw that Valack didn't seem surprised by it and seemed to know that was why she was here, and somehow, she wasn't surprised by that herself.
"Yeah," she said holding it up for him to see it plainly.
He nodded. "Very nice. First Edition. Of course, there was only one printed."
As she looked at his expression, she realized something. "There is no T.R. McCammon, is there?"
He smiled proudly at her. "No." She had figured out the truth.
"You wrote the book."
"That's right, Lydia. Such a clever young woman you are. And surely you must've already guessed that it's not just a book."
"What is it?"
"A tool. Designed to open your eyes."
"Open them, to what?"
"To them. The Dread Doctors."
"Why did you use a pseudonym?"
"I had a professional reputation once. I wasn't interested in ruining it by putting my name on a second-rate piece of trash." His tone had become somewhat critical.
Lydia tilted her head a bit as she folded her arms. "If you felt that way then why write the book in the first place? Why bother doing it at all?"
"Have you actually read it yet?" he asked her.
"Not quite yet," she admitted.
"Well, I wrote it because no one believed me. Because no one listened." He then straightened his composure a bit as he realized something. "They're here, aren't they? In Beacon Hills."
"The Dread Doctors?" She nodded. "What are they?"
"Not entirely human. At least, not anymore. They were scientists once. Scientists who worshipped the supernatural. Tesla said, "If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy frequency and vibration". They found their secrets in electromagnetic forces. Ways to prolong their lives. Give them power. And, most importantly, making you forget you ever saw them."
Lydia blinked as he finished. An image of a masked man standing over her flashed through her eyes for a moment before she shook herself out of it.
"What do they want?" she quietly asked.
He nodded. "Yes, good question Lydia. Everyone wants something, don't they?"
The way he said that made it plain that there was a double meaning.
"Including you," she guessed.
He nodded. "As I said, clever young woman. Yes Lydia, I want something too."
"And what is that?"
Valack leaned in closer until he was right in front of the glass. He stared right at her for a moment before he dug into his pocket and pulled out a small recorder. He then went and placed it through the receiving dispenser so she could take it.
"Hit record," he instructed.
She stared at it for a moment before looking back at him. "What do you want me to say?"
"I don't want you to say anything. I want you to scream."
The Beacon Hills Mall was full of the typical bustle and hustle at this time of night. Liam was staring off at it all as he and Mason were waiting for their food orders to come so they could take it to their table.
"You really think this is gonna help?" Liam suddenly asked.
The cashier was coming over with a tray full of the milk shakes, burgers and chili fries Mason had ordered for each of them. The teen shrugged as the tray of food was set down in front of them.
"No, not really." He then moved to pick the tray up. "But I think it's better when you're not grieving on an empty stomach. And fast food always make anything a bit better."
"Right," he mumbled. Liam then moved to pick up the second tray holding the drinks.
"Just, try not to let these drinks fall. 'Kay Liam?" Mason teased as he lead the way out.
Liam rolled his eyes as the mishap with Hayden and the drinks came back to him. "Ha Ha. You're so hilarious."
"Yeah, I like to think so," Mason steadily answered back.
They headed over to food court where Brett and Lori were sitting. The two of them seemed to just be just staring dismally off at the spots on the table. They finally blinked when Liam and Mason went and put the trays down.
"So, uh, how long have you guys known Wilson for?" Mason just went and threw in there.
Lori just looked up at him and her face softened up a bit. "Oh, it's years. Ever since Satomi took us in," she told him with a small smile starting to set in. "They kind of were a package deal at the time."
"I know the feeling," Liam said, smiling a little himself.
That had been the way it was when Scott had turned him and he had met Stiles. The two were a package deal themselves.
Mason wiped his mouth after he took a bite from his burger. "Was he born a werewolf like you guys?"
Brett chimed in. "No, he was turned. Satomi gave him the bite." He went and threw a greasy fry into his mouth. "Actually, Wilson was the first one that Satomi turned, well, after she became a Buddhist."
"He was the Second then?" Mason asked.
He shook his head. "No, he was just a normal beta in the pack back then. Satomi chose to make him her Second almost five years ago."
"Is that why she chose him? Because he was the werewolf she made, after she converted?" Mason was interested. As intense and dangerous as this whole new world was, he was finding it just as fascinating and couldn't help but want to know more.
A small smile started to make its way to Brett's face now. "No. She had been thinking long and hard about who would be the Second of our pack. Many of the others were hoping Satomi would pick them."
"Including you, if I remember right," Lori teased.
Liam rose his eyebrows. "Him? He thought he would be second in line to be the next Alpha?" he asked incredulously.
She rolled her eyes. "I know, right?"
Brett looked taken aback. "What? I think I would've made a pretty good fit."
His sister snorted. "In your dreams maybe."
Brett playfully threw his sister a glare which she answered with a light hearted smirk. Liam drew his lips in, trying to fight the impulse to burst out laughing.
"So, what made your Alpha choose him?" Mason asked, getting them back on track.
Lori leaned back in her chair a bit. "Because Wilson was the best one for the job. He seemed to always step up and take charge when she wasn't around and a lot of us tended to listen to him when times got…rough. When someone or something tried to mess around or bother us he would usually be the first in line to tackle it."
"Literally," Brett chimed him. "He was a tough bastard and I know that no matter what, he would always have my back. All our backs. Satomi saw that, and that's why she picked him as our Second. If he ever had to be the Alpha, I would've been right there at his side."
"Yeah," Lori mumbled, completely agreeing with her brother. She would've been ready to follow Wilson's lead if the time had ever come.
Liam let his gaze go down as he let himself be consumed in thought. Stiles was the same in their pack that Wilson was in theirs. The Second. The guy to turn to if the Alpha wasn't an option. Even before Scott officially named him the Second, Stiles seemed to jump ahead to handle and face any problems and issues he or the others seemed to have. Stiles had gone out of his way to help teach and look after Liam, even when he didn't make things easy for any of them at the start. When Scott had been taken by Kate, Stiles had taken charge and made him follow his lead along with Malia and Kira to go and get their Alpha back. If something had happened or ever did happen to Scott, Liam knew that he would follow Stiles, just like Brett and Lori would've followed Wilson if anything happened to Satomi. He perfectly understood what Brett and Lori were feeling about Wilson now. If something happened to Stiles, he would no doubt be the same way right now.
Mason saw that all three of the werewolves he was sitting with had gotten quiet. Something was passing through their minds and Mason couldn't help but feel that it was something so deep and personal that he would never understand. Probably was. He figured that since Stiles was Scott's best friend than it made sense to make him the Second for the pack just like Wilson seemed to be her first Buddhist made werewolf but it seemed bigger than that. This whole pack thing seemed more deeper and complicated than he first thought and he still wasn't sure he got a good part of it. But, he would try. For Liam, and for all the people that were now apparently a very intimate part of his life. He might not be part of his pack, but he was still his best friend.
After a few minutes of them being lost in their thoughts, Liam went and grabbed for his cup and raised it slightly.
"To Wilson," he muttered.
"To Wilson," Mason, Brett and Lori muttered back, grabbing and raising their cups too.
Theo was in the passenger seat of his truck, calmly sitting and watching as Malia drove them down a wide and deserted street. She was driving a steady 20 mph and her nerves were wound quite tightly. When Theo chanced a look over, he saw that her grip on the steering wheel was tight enough to break a bone if it were an arm or a hand. Malia didn't want a repeat of the last time she was behind the wheel, when she nearly rammed her, Lydia and Kira into a tree.
"You know, we can go a little faster, if you want," he put out there.
Malia kept her eyes firmly on the road. "I'm doing the speed limit," she answered firmly.
He smirked. "Nobody does the speed limit. You also don't have to hold the wheel like that." But Malia didn't budge, on her grip or on looking straight out. He decided now was good a time to move in. "Here, put your hand here."
He moved to softly grip her right hand and slowly guide it down to steering wheel to a more comfortable place. But, as he guided her hand, he let his fingers rub a little more affectionately on her knuckles than was necessary and he could feel his inner wolf howl in delight. Urging him to leave as much of his essence on this female wolf that belongs to another. He could sense the lingering trace of Stiles' scent on her and it made him feel a slight surge of hunger. To take Malia from him, and claim her as his own.
As his skin touched hers, Malia couldn't help but feel her chest tighten slightly and her stomach heat up. The coyote in her seemed stirred. She quickly broke her focused gaze and looked over at him. He let his eyes rise to meet hers and he lazily grinned before slowly backing away and let her go. She tried to ignore how the heat of his touch lingered.
"Better?" he asked her after a moment.
Malia looked back to the road and found that her tension seemed to lessen. Keeping the steering wheel steady seemed to be easier with this new hand placement. But she found herself not seeing the road, but an image of…a doll. It was being held by her sister. Malia's hands suddenly tightened their grip back on the steering wheel and she began to push harder on the gas, speeding them up.
Theo noticed how their speed quickly doubled. "Okay, I said a little faster, not Mach Five," he joked. But they kept going faster and Malia seemed to be gazing hard at the road, and Theo began to get a little worried. "Malia, you okay?" Her foot them went and started to flatten the gas pedal with the floor. "Malia, slow down!" Theo jumped over to try and stop her. But, she pushed him away. The car kept going faster. "Malia, stop! Stop the car!" She wouldn't stop. "Stop The Car!" he roared at her.
That seemed to snap Malia out of her daze as she pulled the car over and quickly hopped out. Theo called for her but Malia didn't heed him as she stumbled down the street. Malia found it hard to breathe. Her breaths were hard and deep but it seemed to do little for her and her legs began to give out.
She fell to her knees and looked up to see, not the street, but the inside of a car. Her little sister was sitting next to her, cradling her doll. She was looking at her before she looked off to the front where her mother was looking back at them for a moment before she turned to look back out the front windshield. Malia then noticed a figure off in the distance, standing in the middle of the street. A woman, and she suddenly went and pulled out two guns and began shooting, at them. Shot after shot, with bullet casings falling at her feet like raindrops as she quickly fired at their car. Malia's mother moved to turn the car to tried to avoid the shots but the car swerved off to the side of the road and began to tumble into the trees and crashed. Malia felt intense pain and pressure hitting her as the car came to a stop, as well as the intense smell of blood. She looked over to see her sister's bloodied hand still holding onto her doll, as well as her mother's bloodied face. Her fear intensified when she saw a bright light starting to shine into the car.
"Malia!"
Theo had cried at her before he moved to pull her away as a car was incoming. He managed to get her away just in time and they fell into a heap onto the street.
Malia was breathing heavily as she realized she was back out in the street. She then heard Stiles' voice speaking to her.
"That full moon, the three of you were run off the road by someone, or something. You and your family were attacked."
She then remembered the photo of the massacre that Stiles showed her. The message that was left behind in blood. Bodies covered in claw marks…and bullet wounds.
"It was her!" she cried out in realization.
"Who?" he breathed back.
"The Desert Wolf," she coughed out. "That night…she's attacked us, made me shift."
Her eyes then began to get glassy as the tears built up. All this time, it was The Desert Wolf. The one who had made her believe that she killed her mother and sister all these years. Why her father had spent years living in grief and misery. It was all because of her real mother.
Theo could smell the grief and pain swelling up in her. As she let herself fall into her despair, he went and slightly tightened his hold on her, letting his face rub against her head affectionately. He wanted to howl in delight when Malia slightly leaned into him as silent tears began falling from her eyes.
Scott was struggling to try and hear out as best as he could while Kira stood back, trying to keep relaxed. It wasn't easy as watching Scott like this was making her curious and want to freak out.
"Anything?" she asked.
He sighed and shook his head. "No. Nothing." As soon as Lydia went through that door, the sound of her footsteps faded quickly. His hearing for anything in her direction was dull, almost as if his range for detecting anything beyond that point was…normal. "Must be the mountain ash." He then broke away and stepped back from the edge of it.
She sighed. "Yeah, I feel it too. To be honest, I feel a little weak."
"Yeah." The ash made him feel hindered too. It certainly felt different, stronger, than the mountain ash that Deaton had around his clinic. He started to open and close his right hand, as it felt like it was going numb. "It's like being sedated."
"This was a bad idea, wasn't it?" She looked back over at the door Lydia went through. "She shouldn't be by herself. Not in there."
"Lydia will be okay. She's strong. She doesn't have super strength, claws or a sword but she always manages to get by." She had survived Peter, the Kanima, the Nogitsune and the Berserkers, without needing any of that. "She's a survivor."
Kira nodded. "Not to mention smart. More smarter than I could ever be. Than most people could be actually."
"Yeah." Scott couldn't help but let a small chuckle loose. "You know, Lydia used to pretend to be dumb."
At that, Kira looked back at Scott, with skepticism plain on her face. "Lydia? Our Lydia?"
His smile widened. "Yeah. It looked like all Lydia seemed to care about were clothes and makeup. She hid it from everyone, even her boyfriend. Only Stiles seemed to know how smart she really was. He paid attention and saw through her act. He had the biggest crush on her."
"How big?"
"Kind of obsessive really," he playfully threw in. "Always complimenting and praising her every time he saw her. At least until he gave up." But his face fell when he thought of more of Stiles' "obsessions", ones he refused to give up as easily. "I still can't believe he just up and left like that."
Kira's face softened a bit. "What were guys talking about? It looked like he got pretty upset."
He tensed up. Scott didn't want to tell Kira that they had been talking about her, and that night. Still, he wondered why that would set Stiles off like that.
"Just stuff," he ended up saying. "But Stiles seems to just get, set off so easily lately. It's like every time I talk to him, he just ends up getting angry all of a sudden. It used to be that it was hard for him to be mad. He would always smile and throw sarcastic jokes around instead. Now, it's like he's always close to lashing out."
She noticed the worried tone he took. "Well, a lot happened to him in the past year. And he just found out that a friend of his was killed only a few hours ago."
'Not to mention has a kid he doesn't know about,' he silently added. "You mean the guy from Satomi's pack, Wilson? You think they were that close?"
She shrugged. "Well, he is, was," she corrected. "The Second of their pack, just like him, so maybe. He has been hanging around with them a lot in the last six months, right?"
"Yeah," he sighed out. "Him and Liam. I know that Liam and Mason went off with Brett and Lori for a night out to try and cheer them up. You think it might've been a chimera that killed him? One we haven't seen yet?"
Kira dropped her head a bit. "Right now, I think it's a good a guess as any."
Suddenly the lights around them began to flicker. Scott tensed up as he walked a few steps off.
"Did you see that?" he asked.
"No, but I am seeing this."
Scott turned around and saw that sparks were starting to flare off in Kira's hands. The sparks seemed to fire off barely a second away from each other and they seemed to be traveling along her hands and up her arms. And it was escalating.
"Kira, whatever you're doing, please stop," Scott tried to reason with her.
Kira was looking worried and scared as it kept going. She shook her head. "I'm not doing anything. It's just happening," she said, terrified.
Meanwhile, Lydia was looking worried for a different reason. She was gazing at the recorder for a while before she went and placed it back down on the slab.
"You want to record me screaming?" she asked Valack. "Why?"
Other than narrowing his eyes slightly, he didn't break his calm composure. "That isn't any business of yours."
Lydia crossed her arms. After all, this wasn't the first time that someone wanted to use her for her power. And each one of those times got people hurt or killed. "It is when it's my scream that you want. Why do you want a banshee's scream?"
"Oh, there are lots of reasons Lydia. The shriek of a banshee can be put to a variety of different…uses."
"What uses?" Lydia was confused. "I only scream when I feel or am around death."
Valack tilted his head up in a sort of smug fashion. "Sad, when the only sources of information about who and what you are come from a biased family's tome or an overqualified veterinarian. And not just sad for you either."
"What are you talking about?"
"Stop wasting my time!" he suddenly spat out. He had enough of playing Twenty Questions. "Do want me to give you my help or not? People are dying out there. Most of them have been teenagers, correct?"
"How do you know that?"
"Because that's what happens every time the Dread Doctors are active. Bodies of teenagers piled alongside those of their victims. Would you want to know how many died the last time they were here? How many more will die until they're done? And how many do you think will follow should they actually succeed?"
A twinkle flashed in Lydia's eye. She just got some concrete information. "So, this has happened before," she pressed. "Here?"
He nodded. "Yes. And now they're back. All because some teenagers, who never even considered the consequences, wanted to save their parents by dabbling with forces beyond their comprehension. When your friends Misters McCall and Stilinski, along with the late Ms. Argent, blindly decided to reignite a supernatural force that they barely understand!"
Lydia knew that Valack was talking about when they had sparked life into the Nemeton. But that was something only a handful of people even knew. Yet, Valack seemed to know every detail of it, even which of her friends that it was.
"How do you know about that?"
"I know because I saw it."
He then moved to rip off the bandage on his head to reveal the drilled hole in his head. Lydia found her eyes fixating on it just as the eye inside blinked itself open. It was for barely a second when the lights above them started to flicker off and on, drawing both of their eyes away from each other.
"Who did you come with?" Valack demanded.
"My friends," she told him.
"What are they?" But then the flickering got stronger and Valack grew fearful. "You brought a kitsune?!"
The light fixture right behind Lydia blew, startling her.
"What's happening?" she asked him.
"She's disrupting the building's defenses."
Lydia quickly turned to look back at him. "What do you mean? How?"
"It's not just the mountain ash that keeps this building secure. It's the electromagnetic energy. Eichen is built on the convergence of Telluric Currents. Ley Lines. It's what allows it to keep certain supernatural creatures in, and certain others out. They knew you were coming. They're here, and you unlocked the door for them."
"The Dread Doctors?" she whispered to herself.
At that moment, the institute's front gates began to creak open as the Surgeon, Pathologist and Geneticist began to make their way for the building. They made their way through the front door where they were immediately spotted by the orderly at the front desk. His jaw dropped when he caught sight of them and the three of them turned their heads and regarded him slightly as they kept walking. The orderly shrank down and backed away, not having any intention of getting in their way. The three doctors then turned away from him as they headed off for the basement.
"Hit Record!" Valack shouted desperately at her. "Do it now. It costs you nothing!"
Lydia could easily pick out the desperation in his voice. Desperation, and fear. "Maybe not but clearly it means everything to you," she shot back. He glared at her but she just pointedly stared back at him. Lydia was not going to be helplessly used for her powers again. Peter, the Nogitsune, Araya, they all used her for her banshee side and had her be the one to pay for it. Not again. If Valack wanted something from the banshee, then Lydia would make him pay for it first. "If you want me to scream, then you're going to talk first. Why did you write the book? What does it do? Tell me now, or I leave, right now."
"I already told you Lydia. It opens your eyes."
She rolled her eyes. "Yes, you said that but how? How does it do it?"
"It triggers the memory centers of the brain, clearing the fog and bringing the images of the Dread Doctors into focus. I wrote the book in an effort to find out if anyone else like me had ever seen them before."
Lydia's eyes widened. This sounded a lot like the power of her scream. Peter once told her that her scream helps to drown out the noise, help her focus on hearing and better sense the sounds of the dead or dying. It seemed like the book worked almost the same way for memories. Drown out the noise so that these memories could be better accessed.
Valack continued. "I thought I could circulate it, in an effort to trigger someone, anyone else's memory. They'd see the cover, a hint of memory. They read the book, the suppressed memory surfaces, and they'd find their way to me to discover more."
Lydia began to blink. She remembered what she saw during her surgery. Seeing the Dread Doctors appeared over her while she was on the table.
Valack saw her reaction. "It's already started with you, hasn't it Lydia? Fragments of lost memory are clawing their way to the surface. It's what helped draw you to see me."
"Had it brought anybody else before?"
"Well it didn't exactly make the New York Times bestseller list, did it?" he asked critically.
She sighed. "So, all we do is read the book?"
Valack went and threw himself into the glass. "If you've seen them, if they've done something to you, then the book will help you remember. Now, give me what I want!" he demanded desperately.
Lydia looked down at the recorder, glaring at it for a moment, before snatching it up. She then hit record.
During that time, Scott was still trying to calm Kira back down but he was pulled away when the lights above him started shorting out and then blew. Sparks and some broken glass began raining down and he quickly backed away. He then heard a thud and turned to see that Kira had collapsed.
"Kira!" he cried just as another light fixture nearby blew out.
He ran over to her to try and help her but the moment he reached over to touch her, he felt himself get zapped. The force of it sent him flying off into the gate. The disturbance drew the guard back and he went over to try and help Scott up.
"You alright?" he asked him.
Scott nodded. "But something's happening, and…I think she's the cause of it," he said, looking back at Kira who was still unconscious and sparking off.
"We have to get her out of here, now."
Scott saw that the sparks surrounding Kira seemed to be getting bigger and stronger. "But, how can I move her when I can't even touch her?"
But suddenly, Scott detected the smell of fresh blood and there was a sound of something falling behind them. Both Scott and the guard turned to see that another security guard had fallen, stabbed by the Surgeon. He yanked the blade of his cane out of the man's back before he stood up and faced them, with the other two walking from behind to stand beside him. They stared right at them, making both of them internally freak out.
"I think you better run," the guard said stiffly.
But Scott shook his head as he looked back over at Kira. "No, I can't leave her."
The Surgeon moved to begin opening the door and the guard's panic skyrocketed.
"I can," he said before he bolted off, leaving them.
Scott stared shocked at being abandoned before he heard the creaking sound of the door opening as the Surgeon opened the way for him and the others. Scott quickly moved to try and get to Kira again but she was still sparking. Scott grit his teeth and moved to grab her as he felt the electricity pour painfully into his body. It was starting to burn him both inside and out. He tried to bare it as he pulled her into his arms and lift her up. The Doctors were moving closer and Scott tried to go as fast as he could down the way the guard did. The Doctors just kept walking, not bothering to give the way they went down a second thought or glance.
After spending some more time together at the mall, Liam, Mason, Brett and Lori all got into Mason's car and he drove them all over to Satomi's house. The four of them got out and made the trek up to the front door.
"Hey," Lori said a bit timidly. "This was nice. To just go out and hang like this, you know, with everything that's happening."
Liam moved to stuff his hands into his pockets. "Uh, yeah. Totally. It was, nice."
Brett and Mason were off to the side, silently watching this awkward exchange with differed degrees of amusement. Mason wanted to avert his eyes from this train wreck while Brett was trying to keep himself from bursting out in laughter. Mason saw that Brett was fighting to pop and moved to grab him.
"Hey Brett, I need to use the bathroom. Mind showing me yours?" he said pulling him to the door.
"What? Oh yeah, sure," he said at Mason's pointed look. It was clear that he wanted for his sister to have some privacy with Liam.
He then moved to open the door and leading them inside, leaving Liam and Lori alone. Lori looked after them with a somewhat annoyed glare while Liam moved to nervously rub at his neck. It was obvious that they went inside to leave the two of them alone right now. Liam and Lori were thinking the same thing.
'Real subtle you guys.'
An awkward and embarrassing air seemed to set in and the two teens found themselves avoiding each other's eyes.
"Uh, you want to come in?" Lori asked him after a moment.
"No, I mean, I want to but, I can't. It's starting to get late and I have to get home. You know, school night."
"Right," she sighed out. "Yeah...well thanks for tonight. I really appreciate it. Brett too, even if he doesn't say it."
Liam could feel that she was still quite depressed. He moved to remove his hands from his pockets and took a step closer to her. "He won't get away with this," he said to her in a somewhat hard voice.
"Who?"
"The one that killed Wilson. Just like the Chemist didn't get away with killing those others during the Deadpool. When we catch him, he's going to be sorry."
Tears began to fall from her eyes. "What if we can't? What if it was one of these freakishly strong chimeras those Dread Doctors are cooking up? I mean, Wilson was the toughest one of us next to Satomi and he was taken out. That guy, Lucas, he nearly killed the four of us the other night. What if whoever killed Wilson decides to come after another or the rest of us?"
Liam just stared at her for a moment before he took another step closer. "None of will let that happen, okay?" he told her in a light tone. He then took another step and was directly in front of her. "I won't let that happen. I promise."
She lifted her gaze up to meet his eyes. Liam quickly went to move his finger to wipe away a falling tear and Lori seemed to lean into his touch. His hand lingered there at her cheek as he kept staring at her. He then started to lean in closer until his lips met hers in a small kiss. Their lips lightly smacked against each other for about three seconds before they pulled away abruptly.
"Um," Lori sighed as she moved to wipe her face.
"Sorry," Liam said, getting a little red around his cheeks. "I don't know where that-"
Lori cut him off. "No, it's...fine," she said, ducking her head down a bit.
They were spared saying anything else when the front door opened and Mason walked back out.
"Alright, all done. You ready to head back?" his friend asked him.
"Yeah," Liam heavily sighed out. "Bye," he said, giving Lori an awkward wave.
"Bye," she waved back.
The two boys hopped into Mason's car and Lori just stood there, watching them until the reds of the car's taillights disappeared down the road before she headed off into the house.
Stiles was dashing through the forested wilderness at a breakneck pace, picking up speed as he kept running passed the trees. As he ran, he let out hard barks with every hard breath he took. Out of the blue, in the midst of his running, Stiles dropped down on all fours, picking up speed as his longer nails dug into the air and propelled him faster down the woods. Usually, he refrained from running this way as it felt too foreign, not to mention he always thought it kind of weird, but right now it seemed just fine. He came upon a small watering hole and made a giant leap over it. He was keeping his gaze out in front of him but had Stiles looked down, he would've seen the water not reflect a leaping boy back at him. It was reflecting a giant, dark haired wolf caught in mid-leap. He cleared the hole and landed firmly on his two feet where he resumed running back on his usual two feet.
He kept running for who knows how long. It could've been a couple of minutes or a few hours. But, eventually he just stopped and went into a crutch as he began panting hard. His body was buzzing as he worked to regain his breath. Every part of him was burning up, with his sweatshirt darkened with sweat as his face glistened slightly in the dim moonlight. His face and ears began to slowly regress back to the normal human appearance though his eyes retained their blue glow. When his breathing seemed to settle back, Stiles saw that his hands were still the same as before. He sighed out in irritation before he started to take in where he was. He saw a familiar flat rock in front of him, overlooking the twinkling lights of Beacon Hills in the distance. He knew this place. It was where he and Wilson had sat and talked that night after bumping into each other in the woods. Somehow, he had ended up here after all that blind running. Unless, it wasn't blind at all. Was he trying to come here all along?
His expression fell as he realized that this was the last place that he had seen Wilson alive. That he would never see the guy again. He moved over to the rock and let his clawed hand reach over and touch the surface of the rock. As soon as he did, Stiles' eyes zoned out as he found himself staring right at Wilson. He had that same firm but calm expression on his face as he stared and talked with...himself. Stiles was looking at himself. Not only that, but he was feeling a mess of strong emotions drifting in the air. Strong and powerful chemo signatures of anger, comfort, bitterness, solace, suspicion and...kinship. He was tapping into an event scar. One that was left over from that night. With all these feelings that were running through him that night, he guessed it left a pretty strong one because he could clearly hear Wilson's voice as he talked with him, and his own talking back. They seemed to be getting to the part when Wilson was telling him to follow up on his suspicions of Theo when he seemed to sense something amiss. He looked away from the past him and Wilson and looked about to find a pair of glowing eyes in the distance. Someone had been watching them.
Suddenly, the scar faded and Stiles found himself back in the present and his breath was caught in his throat as he moved to settle his breathing back again. Wilson had told him that he'd been on the hunt for someone before they had run into each other that night. What if that someone was the one that killed him? Wait, no, it was Donovan. The guy had told him that he had eaten a werewolf that night. Eaten...but that didn't mean he was the one that killed him. That night, Stiles had been too distracted and focused on his talk with Wilson but just now Stiles had noticed the change in the air when the two of them began talking about Theo. About his suspicions and Wilson had given him tips on how to pursue and confirm them. And, the day after, Wilson just happens to be killed and Stiles gets attacked right after? That didn't feel right to him. Is that why he came here? Was something in him trying to tell him that it all isn't a coincidence, even though his father always taught him that two always was. Stiles then looked at his hands to see that they had shifted back to his normal human hands. He thrust his hands down and his claws came back, his every day, normal claws. He let out a sigh of relief before his eyes narrowed in focus.
He started to make his trek back to jeep, not looking back to see that he had done something to the rock when he tapped into the event scar. Under his trance, he had used those longer claws to carve something onto the surface of the sitting rock, a mark. It was in the shape of an inverted double spiral.
Right outside the institute, Jordan Parrish pulled up in his deputy van. He quickly spotted Scott's bike parked off to the side. He let his eyes go to the dark silhouette of the grim building. He remembered his last visit to this god forsaken place. He didn't like the fact that Lydia was here again. Well, at least Lydia still had Scott and Kira with her, even if Stiles had decided to just leave. But before comfort in that thought could set in, Jordan noticed that the gate was wide open. And, it looked like the lights inside were flickering, in multiple rooms. One of them suddenly seemed to burn out and let out sparks inside.
"That's not a good sign," he muttered to himself.
He then threw himself out of the car and started to run passed the front gate and head for the main building. He then noticed that there was someone already heading out.
Scott was desperately moving out the front door and got a few feet outside before he found his feet giving out from under him. As he dropped, the electricity coming out of Kira's body dissipated. Scott looked up as Parrish ran over to them. He then remembered that Lydia had called him.
"What happened?" the deputy gasped as he knelt down next to them.
"They're here. The Dread Doctors," he groaned out.
Jordan then gave a look around. "Where's Lydia?"
He looked back towards the building. "She's still in there."
The very next moment, Jordan threw himself to his feet and hurried into the institute. Scott felt his body getting numb and heavy, still feeling the effect of the electricity that ran into his body.
"At the club," Kira panted out. She was weak and tired herself. "You…you said."
Scott cut her off. She was talking about when he said that he loved her. "I know. I remember. And I meant it."
Jordan got his gun out and ready as he rushed inside the reception area and found the desk orderly, cowering in a corner.
"Where'd they go?" he asked the man.
He was shaking as he pointed off the direction to the basement and Jordan rushed inside.
Lydia had stopped recording when she was done screaming and everything around her seemed to come back into focus. She saw that there was now an alarm sounding and thuds as the inmates seemed to be going wild in their cells. Valack was extending his hand for the recorder but Lydia didn't let it go.
"Give it to me!" he shouted at her.
"Tell me what they want?" she demanded as she held the recorder up at him. "What are they trying to do?"
"Read the book," he spat at her. "Anyone who's come into contact with them."
She almost rolled her eyes again at him. "Yeah, you've said that already. But what do they want? I know you know. No more games."
"Give me the recorder Lydia!" he said impatiently.
"Not until you tell me. What are the Dread Doctors after? Why are they doing this?"
But before he could say anything else, there was a sort of strange cracking sound through the air. One that made both Lydia and Valack's spines tingle in fear.
"It's them," Valack gasped. "Lydia, give me the recorder and go back to your friends. Now!"
Lydia could start to hear faint but incoming sounds of heavy footsteps. She bit the bullet and slammed the recorder down at the slot and began to bolt out of there. Valack screamed for her to read the book one last time as she moved to turn down the corner. As she did, she looked over and caught the silhouettes of the three Dread Doctors approaching. They stepped into the light and came into better focus as they stopped walking and looked over at her. Her eyes widened as the image of the memory from the OR came back to her. Her insides froze up and nerves tensed up as they seemed to stare right into her.
The Surgeon's head tilted as he analyzed her and then looked about to see that she appeared to be by herself in this wing. They already found the alpha and the kitsune and now they found the banshee but it seemed that it was just the three of them. The boy with the awakening prime power didn't appear to be with them. Theo had told them that he would be here as well but was nowhere to be found for some reason. Theo's information was wrong. The Surgeon would be having words with him. He had hoped to try and collect another fresh genetic sample from him while they were here. But, they had to stay on task.
Lydia shook herself out of her shock as she began to bolt out of there. The Doctors watched after her for a moment before they turned and went down the hallway to Valack's cell, letting her go. Valack was standing in wait for them as they approached his cell. The man tried to keep his composure but it faltered when they moved and opened the cell and he began to back away. The Surgeon entered first and Valack kept backing off until his back hit the wall just as the other two came in. They just stared at him and Valack was filling with frantic suspense. He saw a small opening and went for it. Tried to run but the Geneticist caught and grabbed him, holding him at back as he was dragged before the Surgeon. The Pathologist took out a device and handed it to the Surgeon.
"You don't have to do this," Valack pleaded.
The Surgeon didn't regard his pleas at all. He raised the instrument, which looked like hooked plies and hovered it over his third eye slot. As it was jammed down, Valack screamed as he felt the pain of the device stabbing into him. Just before his eye was ripped out, Valack saw something. An image. But then the Surgeon went and yanked out his eye. He was then let go and he fell unceremoniously to the floor. The three of them stared down at him before the Surgeon went and dropped the eye into a small glass bottle. He regarded it for a moment before they slowly made their way out of the cell, closing the door behind them, leaving Valack to writhe.
As they left him there, Valack took the recorder and placed it into a discarded paper cup. He held it up to the glass of his cell and hit the play button. After a second, Lydia's banshee scream began to sound out and the glass began to crack. He couldn't help but smile as the cracks rapidly grew in the glass. This was one of the 'uses' that Lydia's screams possessed. Her high-pitched screams, concentrated and focused, could serve as a useful tool and weapon. And he would use it to shatter through the glass and mountain ash, granting him his freedom. And he would be free as developments were beginning to become interesting, if his final vision before he lost his eye said as much.
The image of a bestial werewolf claws, carving an inverted double spiral into a large stone.
The glass then shattered and broke apart.
Lydia was stumbling about, trying to move through the halls as the alarms kept sounding and the people and creatures in the cells kept pounding against their doors. Her heart was pounding like a jackhammer and her breaths were hard and rapid as the image of the three Dread Doctors flashed in her mind. Being so close to them, having them stare right at her like that, she couldn't stop her shaking. She found her feet starting to give out and she let herself collapse in some empty room. It wasn't clear if this was from fear, anxiety, or something else. But tears were beginning to fall from her eyes. What was happening here in their town? What was going to happen? Lydia couldn't help but had a hunch in the back of her mind telling her that when all this was said and done, whatever it is, not all of them were going to make it. She didn't know if it was just nerves, or the banshee in her talking. She prayed it wasn't the latter.
"Lydia!" she suddenly heard call out.
"Jordan?" she mumbled to herself before she desperately shrieked. "Jordan!"
She then pushed herself back to her feet and tumbled out for the exit of the ward. She saw Jordan coming out from the other end of the hall, gun out and ready, with a frantic but alert look on his face.
"Lydia!" he cried out as soon as he saw her.
Lydia bounded over for him as Jordan broke into a hard run to her. She threw herself into him and he closed his arms around her in a hard hug.
The two of them made their way out of Eichen House, Lydia slightly leaning off of him, as they came upon the sight of Scott and Kira lying out on the ground, passed out while holding each other.
A/N: The plot is thickening now, isn't it? Before, signs of the beast only seemed to come out when Stiles was in extreme life-threatening danger. Looks like its the first time it found its way to the surface, outside a desperate life or death situation. Stiles has caught a scent, one that will lead him on Theo's trail. Let's see where that will take him. Also, I hope you like the sweet moment with Liam and Lori. But, you could bet things will get complicated soon enough when Hayden comes into the mix.
Also, Stiles' thoughts about Scott and Allison, I couldn't help but place my own thoughts in there about the subject. Scott was worried about how he saw Kira nearly kill Lucas but he shrugs off when Allison repeatedly stabbed Isaac in front of him and was going to kill Derek, out of revenge, misplaced revenge but still. Stiles had been right when he thought that maybe Kira felt she might not have had a choice in that moment but Allison had been planning to kill that night and had helped set up that moment to do just that. Yet, Scott was completely understanding and forgiving about the entire thing. Not thinking anything bad about her in the slightest, even if they broke up later, though he still felt they would end up together again. Don't you agree?
