Chapter 27: Status Asthmaticus

"Was anyone hurt?" Scott quickly asked, as he firmly held his phone to his ear.

"No," Lydia's voice answered back. "They don't know what it was but the ones who caught a glimpse of it say they might've been an animal."

"When did it happen?" Scott muttered, into his phone.

"About an hour ago. Stiles' dad left to check it out but when he got to the school, I heard him over the dispatch station. He said it looked like the school's front sign was lifted up from the front lawn and thrown right through the nearby wall, crashing in one of the hallways."

Scott turned around to look over at Theo and Liam, who were eavesdropping with their lycan ears. Their eyes were wide open as they stared back at him,

"I guess we won't have to worry about skipping school today," Theo gasped out.

Unlike before, this act of surprise wasn't an act for Theo. This was something he hadn't planned for. He guess this meant that the Dread Doctors pet project was on the verge of coming through. As desperate as this seemed to be getting for him, he might actually be able to use this to help him.

"Was anyone hurt?" Scott quickly asked.

"No, at least, I didn't hear anything about that. But Scott, the Sheriff is getting worried. He called me a few minutes ago, asking if I'd heard from Stiles."

Scott paused for a moment before letting out a heated sigh. "Lydia…Stiles is okay. But, it might not be a good idea to talk to him. At least for a while."

"What are you talking about, Scott?"

"Stiles, he…he killed Donovan."

He couldn't see Lydia widen her eyes from that, or notice Liam do the same.

"What? Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I didn't want to believe it either but it's true. He told me himself."

"Wait, when was this?"

"He came over to the clinic over an hour ago and that's when he told me."

"Over an hour ago? Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I think so. Why?"

"Because, that was around the time that I was resting by the Sheriff's office, and close to falling asleep when I felt this…hole suddenly open up in me. Scott, it hurt. Like it went straight to my chest."

"At my heart," both she and Liam said together.

Scott blinked as he caught Liam's eye. "How do you know that?"

Liam moved his right hand to pass over his chest. "Because I felt the same thing. The same pain. A little bit before you came back inside from talking with Stiles."

Theo blinked. He knew what this was and quickly went to place his own hand over his chest. "Yeah, I felt that same pain at my heart too."

Scott blinked his eyes rapidly. Lydia, Liam and Theo all felt the same thing? What did this mean?

"Scott," Lydia's voice called out from his phone. "What exactly happened when you talked to Stiles? What did you say? What did he say?"

Scott couldn't help but feel that Lydia sounded a little accusing. "There was a wrench. It was used to beat in Donovan's skull and still had his blood on it. I went and showed it to Stiles and asked if it was his. He said it was."

"I can't believe it," she said, sounding exasperated.

"And it's not just this Lydia. Stiles has been working on trying to make himself stronger. He thinks he can become powerful enough that he could go on and kill the Dread Doctors by himself."

"By turning himself into the Beast."

Scott stiffened. "What, you knew?" he said, completely surprised.

"No, I but I suspected that it might be happening ever since I learned about Stiles being able to tap into 'Event Scars'. Sounded like the werewolf version of Psychometry. I found out from the bestiary that it's rare, and has only ever been found with Alphas. It's actually not too surprising. After all, Stiles was on his way to becoming a Beast at the same time you were your way to becoming a True Alpha."

"But he didn't. It went away when he got possessed."

"Well, it sounds that it found its way back to him."

"And look at what's happening. It's starting to change him. Stiles has been getting more and more violent lately and now, he's gone on and killed somebody. And he tried to hide it. If he kept this quiet, who knows what else he would've gone and kept quiet about. Okay, it has to stop, that's why-" Scott cut himself off there.

Lydia caught him though. "Why what?" But Scott didn't answer. "Scott, what happened with you two?" she asked almost desperately.

Scott rose his eyes to see that Liam and Theo were both looking at him hesitantly and with bated breath.

"I told Stiles that I couldn't keep doing this with him. He should go talk to his dad. I said...that I couldn't have him around us anymore and that he had to leave and stay away, from everyone."

He could hear Lydia's soft gasp at the other end. "You mean...you threw him out of the pack?!"

"Lydia, you didn't see him," he quickly said, looking away from Liam as he muttered his name in surprise. "Or hear him. He said he killed Donovan because he threatened to kill his dad and he had no choice. He bashed the guy's head in with a wrench. That's not self-defense. And he went and threatened me in parking lot, with that same wrench."

"Maybe because you confronted him out of nowhere and got him get defensive and angry. Which made you angry. It was the night before a full moon. The Supermoon. The both of you weren't thinking straight."

"I knew what I doing Lydia."

"Oh did you? Scott, don't you get it? This is what must've happened. What I, Liam, Theo, and no doubt Malia must've felt too. When you threw Stiles out of the pack, his bond to it must've severed. And we felt it."

Scott looked over to see Liam still rubbing his hand over his chest, looking stunned at him, while Theo avoided his gaze when he looked over at him. And he couldn't even imagine how Malia might react when she found out.

"No, wait, I mean if that's true then why didn't I feel anything? I've never heard anything like this from Derek or Deaton. There's nothing like it written in the bestiary, is there?"

"Well, no," she admitted. "But that doesn't even matter. Scott, Stiles is your best friend. He's one of us."

"I didn't have a choice Lydia," he defended.

"Isn't that the same exact thing Stiles said to you?"

"Lydia," he tried to say but he then heard a click at the other end.

"A Beast?" said Theo, making Scott look over at him. "I heard that was just a legend but Stiles is actually becoming one?"

"Yeah, at least, that's what Deaton and a couple of other people thought a year ago."

"What's a Beast?" Liam asked, confused at what they all were talking about. "Is that like an Alpha?"

"No, something bigger, literally," Theo answered him. "Think of the monster from The Howling, on steroids,"

Liam's eyes shot up. He had seen that movie with Mason a couple of months ago. "So, that was Stiles' plan? Becoming a super-powered wolf?"

"Yeah, and we shouldn't let him do it," said Scott.

But Liam narrowed his eyes. "Why not? I mean, maybe if we had been trying to help him from the start, then we could've already have stopped them. And they wouldn't have even been around to even do this to Hayden or Corey."

"No Liam," Scott barked back at him. "That's not how we're going to save Hayden." The last thing he wanted was for Liam to get any more desperate thoughts and ideas into his head. Scott's ears perked up when a car started pulling right outside. "My mom's here."

Scott had called his mother and told her what was happening a while ago. She was the only one he could think of that could help Hayden. He hoped that she might be able to find some way to remove the mercury poison in her body and save her. The sun began shining in through the clinic's windows when she arrived in her car. Scott, Liam and Theo moved to help bring in all the medical gear she could bring with her on short notice. They moved to set it all up in the back room where Hayden was motionlessly lying on the table.

"Can you help her?" asked Scott as he brought in a small cooler.

"I can try," she said to him.

Liam eyes went to Scott's mom opening the cooler to see that there were some IV bags inside. "What's that?" he asked.

"It's called Chelation therapy," she told him. "It removes heavy metals from the blood."

Hearing that, Scott was starting to think that Hayden's chances were good, that is until his mother continued talking about how this treatment could injure the kidneys and Hayden only has one.

"So, there's a chance this could kill her?" Liam asked.

Melissa stopped and took a deep breath. "There is a risk, yeah, but I'll do everything I can."

Liam then moved to eye Scott. "Glad someone is." But before anything else could be said in response to that, Hayden started to cringe as Melissa got started and Liam quickly grabbed her arm. "You're hurting her."

"And you're hurting me."

"Liam," Scott quickly warned him.

"Guys," Theo verbally stepped in as he could feel some anger flare up in Scott. "Remember that we're here to save a life."

He sighed in relief as Liam moved to let Melissa go and settle down. Scott and Liam couldn't fight, not just yet.

Scott cleared his throat. "It's the full moon. We can feel it, even during the day."

"And it's a Supermoon," Theo added.

"What, does that mean that it's supposed to make you guys like, super strong? Super aggressive?" asked Melissa.

"Both," her son answered.


When Noah Stilinski had gotten back to the precinct, he quickly put a call in to the principal of the high school to call off school for the day. Not like any school could go on with the school sign smashed into the hallway from the outside. He again tried to call Stiles but he wasn't answering his phone, still. He hoped nothing bad had happened to him, from…whatever it was that did that at the school. As he moved to open up the blinds on his office window to let the early morning sun in, he sighed. What he wouldn't give right now to just see his jeep pulling up into the parking lot and him scampering on into the precinct to see him like he tended to always do.

He moved over to his desk where his file about the chimeras laid. All the pictures of every chimera that had been found was on it. The recent one, Corey, listed as one of the dead ones. He had taken to explaining that to the boys' parents himself. As for Zach, Parrish had left him a message saying the young man seemed fine and was getting out of town. He tried to contact him a short while ago to check on his progress but no answer. He just hoped it didn't mean what he feared that did. Noah's face then went to Clark's sister and he prayed that Melissa and those kids could find a way to help her. With what happened to the others…they all needed to have a win.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when one of his deputies knocked on the window.

"Sheriff, there's someone on the line for you," he told him.

Noah moved to quickly pick up his office phone. "Hello?" he quickly asked, hoping it might be about his son.

"Sheriff?" said the voice on the other line.

A very familiar voice.

"McCall?" he asked, in complete surprise.

"Oh, I'm glad I could catch you at the station," the federal agent answered back. "I tried at your house but there was no answer."

Why was Raphael McCall calling for him?

"What's going on?"

"Before I say anything, first, I have to know, is Scott okay? From what I hear, things have gotten only more insane since I left."

"Scott's fine. Well, fine with all things considered."

McCall's relieved sigh could be heard clearly from the other side. "That's good."

"Alright, but what's this about?"

"Yeah, okay so, recently Stiles gotten into contact with me, asking if I could help him look into something for him. He told me all about a kid named Theo Raeken who used to live in Beacon Hills but recently came back to town and was now a werewolf. Even went and had Melissa give him a copy of his little sister's file and autopsy from the hospital records which he faxed me."

Noah moved to put pressure at his eyes. He could see where this was going. "He asked you to run background check, didn't he?"

"Yes, he did. Asked to put it in as a false identity case. Said that if the proof came from me then maybe everyone would listen to him. I took that as confirmation that he was doing this behind your back, that's why I'm calling you instead of him."

"Look, I'm sorry if you feel like he wasted your time-"

"No, that's not why I'm calling," the man cut in. That made Noah perk up a bit. "Sheriff, I went and did do some checking and found there were a lot of…disturbing inconsistences with Theo's records."

At that, Noah looked down at his desk where there was a note from Melissa. It said that hospital maintenance had found something in the trash. It was Stiles' school card. The one he claimed to have lost a long time ago. Yet, it had been used to access the school library on the night of the prank call. The night that Donovan had been killed, by Theo in self-defense, supposedly.

"What do you mean by, disturbing inconsistencies?"

"Well for starters, this boy's parents."


The morning sun was rising over Beacon Hills but the same couldn't be said for a certain teen wolf's mood. Stiles was wandering about, clueless about where exactly he was. After he seemed to come back to his senses and took off to avoid that deputy cruiser, he had just blindly ran a certain direction and now he was twisted around. He couldn't even call anyone for help. He didn't have his phone on him. He had left it in his jeep when it had died down on him. Even with the sun coming up, he still felt lost. In what felt like more ways than one.

Last night, Stiles had lost it. So overcome by such pain and rage, he couldn't think straight, or well at all. It was far worse than any panic attack he suffered through as a kid. Since he'd first been bitten, Stiles had always been able to keep himself firmly grounded, mostly because he managed to get so many anchors. His friends have always been able to keep him rational and from going wild. But last night, not one of his anchors had been able to help pull him back. Well, not the thought of his friends had. Only one seemed to still work…his father. Stiles didn't have to really guess why that was.

He was an Omega now, the lone wolf.

That is what he is now, as he had been kicked out of his pack. Werewolves that get banished and thrown out of the pack by the Alpha become Omegas, Scott, his alpha, best friend and brother, had done that, kicked him out of the pack. He could perfectly hear Scott's voice, echoing off in his inner ear, telling him to leave and stay away from him and the others. Cora had once told him that losing a member of your pack felt like losing a limb. For him, losing his entire pack all at once, it felt like he had been drawn and quartered from every angle. No wonder he had lost it so badly. Thankfully, he hadn't ended up hurting somebody. Because of his dad, his first anchor.

Stiles stopped for a moment to wipe at his nose and pull back some tears. Right now, all he wanted to do was get home. He was both physically and mentally drained. His ears vibrated when he picked up the sound of a car speeding on by. He turned and headed in the direction and sighed as he spotted a road through the trees. It didn't seem like he was close to where he had left his jeep.

Stiles looked about when he spotted a funny looking ad sign hanging off a pole. Suddenly, his mind flashed back to when he was pushing his jeep along the road, late at night. Rubbing at his head, growling "Bitch" under his breath as he passed by that sign.

"Wait a minute," he muttered as he blinked and took another look around.

Virgil was leaning against a mini-van, spinning a wrench absentmindedly in his hands, staring off into space. It was the one that he had helped Eric tow in from the interstate roughly two hours before. The guy was out on another job right now. Apparently, there had been some kind of accident with a deputy squad car and he was handling it so he had been left to see to the van they had brought in. Not that he minded. This was the kind of work he actually liked. However, he could only think about the little conversation he had with Eric. Virgil didn't know if he should be upset or angry right now. Maybe both, or neither. His thoughts were broken when someone started yelling into the garage.

"Hello?" Stiles called out as he stepped in.

He had recognized the area. It was where he had personally pushed his jeep down the road to the nearest garage after Erica had ripped out a piece of his engine. He remembered seeing tow trucks parked here so they could take him back to his jeep and help him get it fixed as soon as they got there. Stiles let his eyes fall over to the spot where he had seen Tucker, a mechanic that had worked here, get impaled by his jeep when he had been paralyzed by the Kanima's venom.

"Coming," called out someone in a dull tone of voice.

Stiles then saw someone stepping out from behind a slightly dinged up, elevated mini-van. He was a somewhat older dark-skinned guy in a mechanics jump suit, wearing a leather pouch strapped around his waist. Stiles could swear this guy seemed familiar, like he knew him at tip of his mind somewhere.

"Um, are you open?" Stiles asked, giving the garage a once over. He didn't detect anyone else around.

"Officially, no," he sighed tiredly. Yet, he perked up slightly as he took the teen's look a bit better. "You coming off a bender dude?"

Stiles blinked. "What are you talking about?"

"You look like you've been lying in a gutter."

Stiles was then pointed over to a nearby mirror and he blinked as he took in his appearance. There was some shine from sweat and grime on his face as well as spots of dried mud spread about his face and upper torso. His hair was a mess and there were damps spots along his sweater and jeans, which had some holes and tears as well. He guessed he shouldn't be surprised as he had been out in the rain and then ran off through the woods and along the streets in the last two or so hours.

"Oh, yeah. I-" But before Stiles could try to come up with an explanation, he narrowed his eyes as he gave this mechanic another look. "Wait, don't I know you?" He seemed familiar. Stiles snapped his fingers for a few seconds before he snapped one final time and then pointed. "Yeah, Virgil Edelman. You graduated last year."

"Yeah, that's right," Virgil uttered.

"Wow," Stiles breathed.

"Wow?" Virgil had to admit, that reaction was not one he usually got from people around here that were familiar with him. Outside a certain sheriff and, recently, a slightly older deputy. "And I know you. You're Sheriff Stilinski's kid. They call you Stiles, right?"

"Yeah," he nodded.

Stiles couldn't believe he didn't recognize him sooner. Virgil had been the hottest topic in the summer leading into Sophomore year. A guy, almost 19, going to their high school to be a senior. Rumor had it that he was arrested for something that got a person killed back when he was 16. It had been the greatest source of talk and controversy that hadn't been seen around Beacon Hills practically since the Hale Fire. At least until the night that the dead body had been found in the woods. Then Virgil went and faded into the background with everything that followed afterward. Maybe Stiles shouldn't so too surprised that he didn't remember him right away.

Virgil moved to clear his throat. "Okay, well, now that's out of the way, what brings you out here so early in the morning?"

"Oh, uh, well see, my jeep kind of broke down on me," Stiles said.

"Your jeep?" Yeah, Virgil did remember a certain vintage blue jeep that he would often see from time to time during school. It was different from the usual primped up cars the other kids around here tended to drive. "Where?"

"Oh, over at Pine and Dumont."

"Pine and Dumont? That's over five miles away. You went and walked here all the way from there? In the heavy rain?"

"Yeah." Stiles moved to rub at the back of his head at that. "Uh, I saw that tow truck parked outside.

"Sorry, I'm the only one here right now."

"When will the driver be in?"

Virgil let out a deep sigh. "He's actually off with our other tow truck on a job. Accident on the road, probably from last night's storm."

"Oh." Stiles ran his hand frustratingly over his face. "I guess I'll just...stay here and wait then," he sighed out.

As Stiles went to lean against one of the cars and wipe some sweat from his dirtied brow, Virgil checked his watch. It was already passed Eric's normal hours so when he did come back with the tow, he would just go and clock out, leaving this kid stranded. And Virgil would be expected to close up when he got back anyway until the garage opened up officially in over four hours. This kid would be screwed.

Virgil didn't know what possessed him to say the next few words. "You don't have to wait."

"What?" Stiles blinked.

"I know how to use the other truck. Pine and Dumont, right?"

Stiles bounced his back off the car and straightened up. "Wait, are you saying you're gonna help me? But, what about the garage? I thought you were the only one here. You're going to leave it alone?"

True, he might get quite the backlash from his boss. But, right now, Virgil was finding that he could care less. Besides, he felt that the least he could do was throw a solid to the son of a man that was one of the few people he didn't hate in this town.

"You want my help or not?" he said shortly at him.

"Yeah," Stiles quickly said with a nod. "Thanks Virge."

"Virgil," he said curtly. "And I'm not really doing it for you. So, don't go and start getting weepy on me," he muttered before leading the way out of the garage and pulling down the front gate. He got to the truck and looked back to see Stiles just standing there, staring after him. "You coming or not?" he said before he moved to let himself into the driver's seat.

Stiles blinked before he snapped himself out of it and hurried up before the guy decided to leave him behind.


Cora shook her head before she went to stand from the chair she was sitting in.

"No, no way," she argued.

But her brother just sighed. "I'm sorry Cora, but it's true. Your boyfriend-"

"Ruben's not my boyfriend," she cut in. "He's just a guy I've been hanging out with."

"Your whatever," Derek said, raising his voice a bit in annoyance. "He's been lying all this time. Probably from the moment you met him."

"Oh, because you're such an expert on the subject?" she bit back at him.

Derek took a step over for her but Maggie quickly put her hand on his chest, keeping him back. "Easy. Cora, I'm afraid that we have proof of this."

Maggie took out her phone and pulled up a picture before handing it over to her. Cora looked down to see it was of Ruben standing in the sidewalk, talking with another man. A man she assumed had to be Oscar, the Alpha of the nearby pack that Derek had been tracking.

"Maybe he just bumped into him?"

But Maggie shook her head. "No. My friend Charlie heard them as they spoke. Oscar knew him, and Ruben clearly knew him as well."

"Isn't this Charlie, one of Oscar's betas?"

She nodded. "He is, but he doesn't particularly like or trust Oscar. And I trust him." She then took her phone back. "Cora, you know me. You know I wouldn't lie to you about something like this."

Cora stared off at Maggie to see her staring softly and pleadingly at her. She looked over at her brother and found Derek looking down at her, stiffly but resolutely. She found herself deflating and surrendering to the truth.

"Guess, I should've known. What guy would actually want to hang out with the quiet, freak new girl who was knocked up."

"Cora," Maggie said sadly.

"It's okay, forget it," she quickly said to her. "So...what's Ruben's real deal?"

"Well," Derek started. "We think he might already know about werewolves, based on what Charlie overheard. So, it's safe to say he knows that we are too. The times that he was here, did you notice if he might've been looking for something or maybe leaving something."

She rolled her eyes. "Derek, I'm not completely blind. I would've noticed something like that."

"So, what's he after? What would a guy like Oscar need with some high school kid?" Derek mused over at Maggie.

"I'm not sure. But it would have to be something that only someone like Ruben could get that he or his betas couldn't." She moved to sit down on a couch and started to go deep in thought. "We know that Oscar has been trying to build an alliance with nearby packs."

Derek nodded. "Yeah, and has been looking for strong and well trained people like Charlie to turn and strengthen his pack. It's clear that he's after power."

"So how does getting a guy close to me give him any kind of power?" Cora asked them.

Suddenly, there was a fit of crying from Jason's basket bed nearby. All three of them paled a bit.


In the station's holding cells, Lydia was sitting on the ground, by the bars, with Jordan sitting up against them right, next to her.

"Go home Lydia," he tried to tell her. "Stilinski isn't telling anyone where he's putting the bodies and I'm pretty sure I'm not psychic."

Lydia let herself smile a bit as she remembered herself arguing with Stiles about that very same fact.

"But you're drawn to death. Just like I am."

"Does that make me kind of like a banshee?"

She shook her head. "Your body lights on fire. And you find bodies."

"The bodies of dead Chimeras. I guess, then we're both harbingers of death." He let his lips curve a bit as he stared off. "I should probably add that to my resume," he mused out.

Lydia cracked a little smile to herself as she moved her hand to rest on top of his. "It's on my college applications," she said before he moved his hand to lightly grip hers.

Lydia and Jordan turned to stare directly at each other for a moment before they moved to let their foreheads rest against each other, through the bars.

"It might be better if you were out with your friends. It sounds like they could use you more than I could right now."

Lydia moved to lean a little away from the bars. "I don't know what I could do. Scott and Stiles are both upset and angry. But Scott still has his pack. Stiles is out there, alone. I'm worried something might happened, especially with the Supermoon."

"You don't think he might go on and get people hurt, do you?" He saw her avert her eyes and took that as confirmation. "You know…Stiles actually warned me that if I went and ended up hurting people, he would go and make sure I wouldn't do it again. Stilinski's, no matter what, they always will have the safety and protection of innocent people in their minds. Maybe you don't have to worry so much about that."

Lydia stared off a bit. She could easily pick out respect in Jordan's voice. No doubt for both the son and the father. "Yeah, you might have a point. I mean, since he first found out he and Scott were bitten by a werewolf, the very first thing Stiles did was get scared that innocent people would get hurt, because of him, and Scott. So, he tried to work on making sure they would all stay safe. That's what probably has kept him so focused and grounded from the start."

"Does…does that help? Knowing what you are?" he asked after a small while. "I mean, does it help you?"

"It doesn't scare me as much, that I know. Do I scare you?" she asked, a little hesitantly.

"Once," he said.

She blinked. "Really?"

"It was the night that I was attacked by that chimera I found, the one with the talons." She nodded to tell him that she remembered. "I thought I was going to die that night."

"How come?"

"Because I saw you. I saw the banshee, but, I guess it was just a dream or a hallucination."

"What was I doing?"

He let himself stare calmly at her. "Trying to keep me alive."

Lydia took a moment to feel some semblance of satisfaction at the fact that Jordan was having such a fond delirium about her. She let herself smile a bit on the outside. "Well, I'm sorry to say that the Banshee was mostly trying to stay out of the rain that night. It was the night of the storm, remember? The Wild Hunt."

"The what?"

"Oh, it was something Kira was telling me. A myth about thunderstorms, Ghost Riders in the sky and black dogs-"

She suddenly stopped right there.

"What is it?" Jordan asked her, straightening himself up.

"I need to go and check on something."

"What?"

She shook her head. "Don't worry, I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere." He narrowed his eyes at her and she just realized what she just said. "You know what I mean." She then headed out without losing a beat.

Jordan took a second before he sighed and shook his head, fondly staring after her. Once Lydia Martin had her mind set on something, there was no stopping her. It was one of the things that both aggravated and appealed to him about her.


Since his first time underneath a car's hood, Virgil had never quite a sight then when he laid eyes on Stiles' jeep. Immediately, the first thing he noticed was the giant crack right in the middle of the front windshield. Bits of broken glass were scattered on the top of the hood, and there was a dirty looking wrench lying on the pavement among some pieces of glass. And, he could swear he saw what looked like a weird double spiral cut into the ground next to it. Something rough must've happened here. When he went to open the hood, his eyes widened at seeing practically every square inch of the engine covered up with duct tape. He couldn't help but think it was a miracle the thing didn't burst into flames. He told Stiles that until they took an extensive look at it back at the garage, he couldn't give him an exact estimate for repairs.

As he began raising the jeep with the truck's pulley, he looked over to see that Stiles was sitting on the curb, slightly curled in on himself. Virgil couldn't help but notice the look in his eyes as he stared off. He looked...broken. A feeling that Virgil knew only too well. He then went to unzip his pouch and pull out his tarot deck. He kept his gaze on the kid as he shuffled and then drew. He then moved his gaze from Stiles to see what his personal soul card was. His eyes widened as he saw that it was The Magician, and it was upright. He then remembered seeing this card not too long ago when he saw the omen from The Tower card, and it had been paired with The Fool, reversed. The very soul card that he had drawn at the hospital for Scott McCall. And, if Virgil remembered right, he and Stiles were friends. But he was shook from his thoughts when a car suddenly pulled up in front of them.

Stiles got to his feet when Malia had arrived. He had called her and asked if he could come and pick him up and take him home. He smiled when he heard Malia's door open and heard her voice call his name, but he quickly flinched as he felt a sudden, sharp pain in his chest. It came out of nowhere and felt like his heart had been struck down the middle with a needle. And it seemed that Malia felt something similar as her hand went to rub at her chest. But it lasted for just a moment before it began to ebb down.

"Are you okay?" he asked her.

"Don't you think I should ask that?" she said, before she moved to give him a hug.

Stiles was flooded with all of her worry, concern and pain hitting him all at once as he returned her embrace.

"Hey!" Stiles then broke away as he looked at Virgil, who seemed done. "I'll take your jeep over at the auto-shop but I'm going to be heading on home after and closing it up, so I'm afraid no one can begin looking at it until sometime tonight at the earliest."

He nodded. "Okay, just give me a call whenever you can. And thanks again Virge."

"Virgil," he said simply before he threw himself into the truck.

Stiles and Malia watched as his jeep began getting carried off, hanging from the back of the tow. Once it was out of sight, the two of them got into the car and Malia began to drive them off to his house.

"Can it be fixed?" Malia asked him after a minute of silence.

"There isn't enough duct tape in the world to fix that thing," Stiles sighed. "The entire engine is a mess. The sparkplugs are shot and the transmission's messed up. And I'm sure other parts will need replacing."

"How could you let it get so bad?" she asked him softly. She knew that he loved that car like it was his own child.

"Well, there's been a lot going on, in case you haven't noticed."

"I notice more than you think," she said, turning over to look at him. "I know about Donovan."

Stiles stared at her for a moment before he dropped his gaze down to his legs. "Scott told you?"

"No. To be honest, I've kind of knew already. Small things here and there. Like your hurt shoulder, and how you were in your dad's office when we were talking about if Donovan was a chimera and probably already dead."

"Oh," he simply said. He shouldn't be surprised. He was the one that always said that Malia was smarter than most people gave her credit for.

"I wasn't going to say anything. I know you wouldn't have done it unless you had to."

"Well, Scott doesn't seem to think so. Even though Donovan wanted to kill me and was then going to kill my dad."

"I don't care. And I didn't say anything because I didn't care about if you killed Donovan or not."

"Yeah...well, I do."

Soon enough, she pulled them up in front of his house. Stiles wanted to get himself cleaned up before he went off to go to the station and talk with his father about what happened.

"I can come with you if you want. Or I can stay here and wait to drop you off at the station."

But Stiles shook his head. "No. I have a lot to think about, and I'm not going to be in any hurry. And maybe it's best that you don't. Scott kicked me out of the pack and told me that I have to stay away from everyone."

Malia just stared off as Stiles stared off, and might be on the verge of tears.

"Stiles-" She said, as she tried to reach for him.

But Stiles opened the door and headed off for his front door. Malia stared after him all the way until he went inside his house and closed the door behind him. As soon as he was out of her sight, Malia felt something pass over her heart. Relief. She blinked and then quickly went and drove away.

As Stiles got inside his house, away from Malia, a feeling of relief seemed to pass his heart. He didn't like it. He got to his room and went to his drawer to get his phone charger. As he did, his eyes caught the shimmer of something off to the side. It was the pendant that Chris Argent gave him. The one that he made for Allison but hadn't had the chance to give her. He moved to hold it in his hands out into his palm. His eyes falling on the inscription on the arrow's neck. The french word for Protector. He ran his thumb over the letters for a moment, before his eyes narrowed into a hard glare. His thumb began to force itself down on the middle of the arrow, beginning to bend and crumble the pendant up. He then went and threw it off against the far wall as he let out a cry of pain and anger.

He went and hurled his lamp on his computer table off against the wall and threw his printer off to the floor. He kicked the small trashcan by his feet, spilling the trash in it everywhere before he yanked his chair away and flung it off to the side. His eyes fell to his clear crime board and he moved his two hands over and pushed at it, sending it tumbling down with a hard scream. Everything loose and neat around his room, met Stiles' full and unbridled wrath. After he went and threw his hand across the things on top of his dresser, his eyes went down to the picture frame that had fallen down in front of his feet. He picked it up to see that it was a photo of him and Scott, in their lacrosse gear, smiling at the camera as they were sitting on the bench. He grit his teeth and rose it above his head before slamming it back down to ground, with a hard scream. As soon as it struck the floor, it shattered completely apart, sending plastic and glass bits everywhere.

Stiles felt his feet give from under him and he was kneeling in the middle of his demolished room. His eyes were firmly shut as he felt as if his insides were twisting and a pressure began building in his head. A heat began to spring out from Stiles' heart and it was spreading out through and feeling it in every limb of his body. His breathing began to grow loud and hoarse. His fingernails began to dig into his wooden floor, claws starting to elongate out and scratch along the wood. Stiles tried to open his eyes but all he could see was red and could only hear his own heart beating out as loud like thunder.

But then, he was out in a dark parking lot, a heavy rain beating down on him, and he was surrounded by three cloaked figures. The Dread Doctors. He heard the Doctors reaching for him.

"Zach."

Stiles blinked and then turned around to find a drenched kid, his age or maybe a bit older, staring at the three of them scared out of his mind. It was Zach, the chimera that Liam had told them all about. He then saw the kid get grabbed by them but then grew out giant feathered wings from out of his back and push the doctors away before he took to the sky. Stiles then found himself out in the middle of air, hundreds of feet above the ground, looking down at the brightly lit streets below. Zach was beside him, flying. Flying across the air as if he was a bird. But he had a look of terror and desperation on his face as the weather got rougher around him. He then saw as he started to head down for the ground and made a crash landing out on a platform cut into a support for an overpass of a highway. Scott knew where that was.

He then gasped as he found himself back in his room, laying face flat on the floor. He was breathing hard and his skin was slick with a fresh coat of sweat. Stiles moved to try and raise himself up when he noticed that he was stripped down to his boxers. His shirt, sweater and pants were all shredded in pieces and scattered either on the floor on hanging off him. It was as if he had quickly started growing and caused them to stretch out until they exploded. Even his boxers seemed to be on the verge of breaking apart as there were stretching rips at the edges. But his body seemed to be how it was supposed to so what had just happened to him? That pain he had been feeling inside him. The burning lava like heat spreading across his body. Did this mean what he was now a little scared to think it meant? Is that how his clothes had been torn before. From his...episode last night? Stiles remembered how it was last year, when it had gotten closer to the full moon/lunar eclipse. But now it was a Supermoon. Had that been the final piece needed for...it.

Yet it stopped. Stiles recognized what had happened next. That was an Event Scar. But how could he have had one showing him some kid he'd never met when he was in his room? He moved to get himself to sit up when his right hand was caught in a part of his torn up sweater with the hood that seemed stuck on the claws that were still out on his fingers. He moved his other hand to pull it away when a feather started to fall out. A feather that matched the one he'd seen on Zach's wings. Stiles guessed that when Zach was trying to fly in last night's storm, some of his feathers fell away from his wing and managed to get stuck to his jeep. He could recall seeing some feathers fall on his windshield as he was heading for the animal clinic. After he had thrown the wrench at his window, he had gone to lean and slide down against his jeep. This feather must've stuck to the back of his sweater and trapped beneath his hood. This feather coated with Zach's fear and desperation for his life last night. More than strong enough to leave a trace of it for him to see.

He had to find this guy...after he got cleaned up and dressed.


Scott went to take out his new inhaler and gave it a few shakes before he went and take a puff of air from it. He took a few deep breaths before letting out a cough.

"Scott, you okay?" Theo asked him in concern, from where he was sitting in the clinic's waiting area.

Scott took a moment to calm himself and let his breathing ease up again. He then moved to sit in the seat next to Theo as he looked off in the direction that the clinic's examination room was. Liam was still in there with his mother, trying and help her with Hayden. The emotions were running high and Scott could easily detect the desperation and fear from behind across the clinic. It didn't seem that Hayden's chances were getting any better.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Everyone around me seems to hate me now." Scott sighed out.

"I don't," Theo muttered to him. "Scott, it's not your fault that all this is happening. No one can be mad at you for that."

Scott sighed as he gazed off towards the opposite end of the clinic. "Well, Liam is."

"You know, we're going to need help with him," Theo lightly told him.

"He'll be alright," Scott weakly told him.

"Scott, he's 16 and is trying to save the girl who he's been crushing on probably since like the fourth or fifth grade. First love, do you remember what that's like?"

"Yeah," he sighed. "Trust me, I remember."

Allison. Scott remembered how much she meant to him when they were together. How happy he was with her. And also how scared and angry he got when something happened to her. If the worst were to happen to Hayden, Scott knew that Liam would never forgive him. Especially as he seemed completely convinced that Scott could save Hayden if he gave her the bite.

Theo continued. "And with all those emotions mixed with the Supermoon, tonight is going to be bad."

"I know," Scott nodded as he moved to fold his hands together.

"We're going to need help. And I just don't mean restraints and chains. I'm talking about Malia, Lydia…and maybe even Stiles," he added a little delicately. "You need your pack."

His pack? Kira was gone. Lydia, and no doubt Malia, were pissed off at him for sending Stiles away. Liam was pulling away from him. And Stiles, he barely recognized him now.

"I'm not sure I have one anymore," he mumbled, almost to himself. A pack, or friends.

"Scott, try not to be so hard on yourself. You're the alpha and you're only doing what you feel is right. That's all you really can do." Theo took that as a good a cue as any and stood up. "But, maybe I could try talking to them. Get them to see that, right now, helping you is more important than being mad at you."

"Theo," Scott said, stopping him as he got to the door. Scott raised his head up to look over at him. "Thank you," he said gratefully.

Theo then let the beta yellow of his eyes shine through as he gave Scott a nod. He responded in kind with his own nod, and his alpha eyes shining back. As Theo stepped out into the parking lot, the empathic look on his face fell way, immediately getting replaced by a smirk. Last night couldn't have played out more perfectly. And this morning couldn't have started out any better. Still, he couldn't stop and relax just yet. There was a long day ahead of him, and he had many things to get ready.


When Lydia made it to the school, there were two deputy cruisers still here though she guessed that earlier the school had been covered with them. There was police tape quartering off the area where a section of the wall had been blasted in. She resisted the urge to check it out for herself and headed for one of the side entrances so she wouldn't get noticed and headed for the library.

She needed a special kind of book. The reason she and Jordan couldn't find anything was because they had focused their search around through bestiaries, fantasy and mythology texts. Now she needed to look for something in the realm of demonology. As she moved through the aisles, she went and pulled out a book, Eastern Legends of the Occult, and slammed it down on the nearest table and began to flip through the pages. Images of demons and spirits were seen as she passed several passages until she got to the section she had been looking for.

"Woden's Hunt," she began to read aloud. "Also known as the Wild Ride or Wild Hunt. A myth of devilish riders in the sky. Accompanied by black dogs, spectral beasts whose eyes glowed with fire. A Bearer of Death and Guardian of the Supernatural, the black dog is also known by it's more common name, The Hellhound."

She then looked over at an illustration of a demonic looking black hound wrapped and collared in flames. That was it. Jordan was a Hellhound. This explained his affinity with fire and his connection with what was happening. He wasn't a harbinger of death like she was, he was a bearer of it. His visions, him carrying the bodies of the dead, the dead of the supernatural, rather…bearing them. Everything about him now made sense.

Lydia then went and slammed the book shut. As it did, the sound seemed to echo through her ears. Sounds of two shapeshifters roaring at each other. A voice taunting of how he would kill and eat Stiles and then his father. The sound of metal bars clanging off the ground. Then hearing another pair of shapeshifters fighting. Scott's voice pleading for Liam to stop. And then, the sound of a roar as a killing blow was dealt.

Lydia gasped as it all suddenly went silent. She had never had such an intense rush of death hit her like that before. She needed to warn everyone.

"You know what's coming?" she heard, making her jump and turn to see Theo standing barely a foot away, leering down at her. "Don't you?"

"Someone's going to die. And Stiles, he-" She shook her head. "I have to talk to Scott."

But Theo moved to block her from leaving. "I can't let you do that."

"You," she gasped out, in realization.

Suddenly, everything started to make sense. The attacks from the chimeras, the Dread Doctors invading Eichen House, the effects from the book on everyone, and how everyone was coming apart right at the eve of the Supermoon. It was all part of a plan. Theo's plan.

And Theo could see the gears turning in Lydia's head as she instantly pieced it all together. "Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I want you. I want all of you. But, don't worry Lydia," Theo said, cracking a small smirk. "I'll give you some time to think about it."

Without another thought, he went and struck her hard in the head, knocking her out. He wished he had the chance to have thanked her. Lydia had just cracked the mystery that surrounded Parrish for him. Now that he knew what he was working with, he could start planning on how to deal with it. But, there were still other things for him to see to.


Malia was kneeling down at a section of her cave where her sister's doll still laid. Even after she had regained her human form nearly a year, she would occasionally come by here whenever she needed a moment to herself. Like right now. After she had dropped Stiles off, she felt the need to come here and silently vent.

Before, being around Stiles had always made her feel safe and happy. When she met with him today, it had hurt to see Stiles, literally. Just as much as she could feel it hurt for him to see her. Leaving him at his house, as heartbreaking as it was, it scared her to think that she felt relief once he was away from her. She hated feeling that. Not to mention the way he just pushed her away. Didn't he get that she understood how he felt? If Donovan had tried to kill her and threatened to kill her dad too, then she would've gone and killed him too. And it wouldn't have been an accident either. Just like how she felt about someone else.

She tightened her hold on her sister's doll and her mind then started to play out the memory of 'that' night for her. The full memory she regained thanks to the Dread Doctors book. Her mother, the Desert Wolf, on that road and her mom and sister dying. Lately, it had started to affect her sleep, making it hard to get to sleep and when she did, she would get nightmares of it. And, she could feel that her dad was also feeling bothered by it. She had caught him staring off sometimes, anger and grief spilling out of him when he did. Her sadness started to slip into anger, giving her an urge to find her mother and let loose all her anger, grief and sadness into her through her claws.

But she snapped out of it when she started to hear a light growling behind her. She turned around and spotted a black furred wolf start to make its way into her den. She slowly stood up, to stand her ground, when the wolf just suddenly stopped and just stared at her with its bright yellow eyes. The wolf then began to elongate itself, stretching and standing up on its hind legs until a nude person was standing there in the shadows. Not just any person. It was Theo.

It might've been a bold move on Theo's part to reveal his little shifting secret to Malia but he knew it would be a fruitful one. He knew about Malia's 'transformative' past. This would appeal to her, in more ways than one.

"How did you do that?" Malia gasped.

Theo could hear the eagerness in her voice, happy his hunch was on the nose, but kept his composure. "You want to learn? I can show you," he gently went and offered.

After he said that, Malia then registered the fact that Theo was in front of her, fully naked. She tried to keep her gaze up at his face. He might be in the shadows but there was still enough lighting to make out enough of him. "You're showing me plenty right now."

"I've got nothing to hide," he said softly, as he stepped out of the shadows and into the light, having himself fully out in display in front of her. Though his face stayed blank, he was smirking on the inside at how she tried to show resistance in not trying to bask in it.

"And I do?" she said back, somewhat defensively.

"Are you going to tell Scott that you're planning to kill your mother?" That made Malia stiffen. "Don't worry," Theo said, keeping his tone calm and comforting. "I'm not judging, I want to help you."

"Why?"

"Because I know Scott won't. I mean, look what happened when he found out about Stiles and Donovan."

"That wasn't his fault," Malia said in his defense. "Donovan was going to kill him and then kill his dad."

"I know," he quickly said. "I overheard Stiles telling Scott the whole story. But it didn't matter to him. Donovan was still dead so Scott went and kicked Stiles out of the pack without even a second thought. And everyone could feel it when he did. Me, Liam, Lydia, you?"

Malia just stared ahead. The pain in her heart, the feeling of something cut away. That had to have been Scott kicking Stiles out of the pack. And why it had hurt so much to see Stiles and why she felt relief when she drove away from him. It was all part of it.

"Yeah," she mumbled.

"So really, I don't blame you for not wanting to say anything. But you have to know Malia, I want help you. I want to help all of you. And if Scott can't do it then someone else has to take the lead." He said the last part strongly and fiercely. Theo then softened his face as he directly caught Malia's eyes. "You know that Liam and Scott's mom are taking Hayden to the hospital, right? Hayden is still a chimera. So is Zach and there's no one even watching him. He's a sitting duck, and for all we know, he's probably dead already. And, there's still at least two more of them out there that we don't know about and they're probably as dangerous as Donovan and Tracy were. Okay, they're going to need help. They need you."

Malia stood there for a moment, taking in what he said, before she narrowed her eyes. "That's really why you want help me?"

"Well, partly why." Theo went and took a step closer to her. "But, I'll admit, that's not the real reason."

"And what's that?" she almost growled.

Malia could feel the air get thicker with heat and…hunger. She felt the inside of her stomach twist and churn while her heart began to beat faster and harder against her chest, making her breathing quicken slightly. There was an intense gleam in his eyes as Theo stared her down. He could see how he was eyeing her face and look down to her neck, her chest and down to bare legs. She found her own resolve cracking as eyes caught a bead of sweat falling from the left side of his cheek and started to follow it as it fell down to his hard chest and run down his defined exposed six pack, letting herself appreciate his image. But she quickly averted her eyes back to his face when her gaze went below his waist, for a moment. But a moment was all it took for her to see him, pointing towards her.

And Theo had caught her. "I think you just saw it for yourself," he teased with a slight pant of breath. He then moved another step towards her. "I think the real question is," He then moved another step, making it so they were barely an inch away from each other. "What are you going to about it?"

He barely finished when Malia grabbed at Theo's face and yanked his lips down to hers. Theo didn't lose a second right after with returning the kiss, quickly wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her into him. The sounds of heavy breathing and moans began to bounce off the walls and echo through the cave as they moved both with and against one another.

Theo felt his wolf/coyote howling in pleasure and…victory. He had his carnal conquests before, with other girls, Courtney being the latest among them. But, they were all too, easy. There was no real challenge and no lasting satisfaction from any of them. Malia was different. For one, she was virtually like him. Essentially a mix of coyote and wolf with a deeply suppressed killer instinct that could rival his own. As he moved his hands across her thinly clothed curves, he felt further satisfied in the fact that all of this, had belonged to a rival wolf that he had now beaten. In the last few weeks, he could feel the scent from Stiles' wolf subtly intertwined with Malia's scent, as if claiming to other werewolves that she was his. Not to mention that he could feel Malia was instinctually drawn to him but was working hard to resist him. It all the more made him eager and determined to have her for himself. When he first entered the cave he picked out Stiles' scent completely cut away from Malia's. Stiles' claim was gone, and Theo was now driven to imprint his own primal claim to her. Especially when she had stopped fighting the instinctual desire she had for him and surrendered to it.

All the stress, anxiety and pain that had built in Malia, especially in the last 24 hours seem to seep out of her. Everything that had happened, that was still happening, to her and to her friends, she moved to release it all into Theo and he seemed to take it in kind. The feel of the hard muscles under her running hands, the feel of his teeth biting at her lips every few seconds, the feel of his claws beginning to stab into her back which made her claws stab into him in kind, especially when his smooth but hard length started to rub at her skin just below the cut of her shorts. It made them both let out moans and wolfish growls under their breath. Everything was so different from what Malia was familiar with. It was all intense, primal…animalistic and she felt her coyote getting hungry and desperate for more so she closed her eyes to let herself fully bask into it all.

Theo moved his clawed right hand to rub over her cheek as he began to push Malia away slightly, both to take a breath and give him space to begin taking off her clothes, As they separated, Malia took a deep breath and opened her eyes but she didn't see the sight of Theo's hungry gaze. She gasped as Stiles' soft gaze was staring down at her. Malia broke away from Theo's grasp so quickly that her cheek ended up getting scratched by Theo's claws. Malia moved her hand to wipe away at the small trickle of blood and look down at it coating the tips of her fingers.

"What's wrong?" he gasped at her.

She then moved to fix herself up. "Uh, I can't. I have to go."

"Malia," he said, trying to move over for her.

But she shook her head and started to head out. "No, we shouldn't have done this." She then leapt out of the cave and took off.

Theo stared off at the entrance of the cave, dropping his eyes into an aggravated glare.


Melissa was staring down at the sight of Hayden lying down on the table, so still, yet clearly suffering in pain. She was completely wrapped up in blankets and there was already two empty IV bags on the floor nearby with a third one already halfway drained.

Liam was standing off to the side, watching every second of this treatment that she was going through. It didn't seem like it was making her better in the slightest. He moved to leave the room and stepped out into the waiting area to find that Scott was sitting out there, sound asleep. He had promised that he would save Hayden. Yet he had gone on and rejected every other plan or idea that someone had, claiming it wasn't right or was too dangerous, even though they might work. And now here he was, sleeping while Hayden was slowly wasting away on a table just a couple of feet away.

As he stood there watching him, Liam's claws slowly shifted their way out slightly from his fingertips as his eyes let out their beta yellow glow, illuminating his glare in the dark room. But before he could do anything else, his ears twitched as he heard a stirring from behind him. He headed back for the medical room, making enough noise to start to stir Scott awake.

"Hayden, relax, try not to move so much," Melissa said, trying to keep her calm.

Liam looked over to see that Hayden's skin was paler than before. "She's not getting better, is she?"

"She should be showing signs of improvement," Melissa told him before Hayden moved to take her hand.

"Call Val," she said to her. "Valerie, my sister."

Liam let himself look over as Scott came on into the room, fixing his jacket that had been messed up from his nap outside.

"Valerie?" asked Melissa.

"She's a deputy," Liam explained.

"Uh, I think I might know where she is," Scott said. "She might be at the high school. Another chimera was there so there's cops everywhere."

"My sister," Hayden gasped out. "I don't want to die without my sister."

"I'll get her," he promised her.

Liam blinked as Scott started to head out. "Wait," he said. "What are you going to tell her?"

"If I have to, I'll tell her everything."

He then left without another word, with Liam staring after him.


Back at his truck, now fully clothed, Theo reached into his pocket and found that the key was still there. The one to the lock that he used to seal that chimera he left in the hospital. He flung it away with a heated sigh. Theo couldn't help but feel some mild sexual frustration at Malia running out on him. But he would settle it later. He had to stay focused on hashing out the final parts of his plan for Scott. Plans which would need one more thing. He walked over to where Lydia still laid where he had left her. She hadn't moved a muscle the whole time he had been away.

"Hey Lydia, hope you don't mind but I kind of need to borrow this," he lightly grunted as he reached down into her handbag and took out her phone. "Not like you need right now anyway."

Suddenly he heard a text alert but it didn't come from Lydia's phone, it was from his. He saw that it was from his 'mom'. As soon as he read it, he ran for his truck and raced on out of there. As he drove, he let some panic show on his face. Low chants of 'Not now, not now' kept leaving him every other minute. Why did this have to happen now? Theo managed to make it to his street in roughly half an hour, to quickly spot the Sheriff's van parked out in front of his house. He moved to park his truck in the driveway and then took a deep breath before moving to head on inside.

"Hello?!" he cried out as he got through the front door.

"In here!" his 'dad' called out, from the kitchen.

Theo walked in and paused as he saw his parents sitting together at the dinner table while Sheriff Stilinski was standing off to the side, his arms folded with a somber look on his face. His 'mom' and 'dad' were a bundle of nerves, refusing to even look up at him. And Theo could pick up tension and anger coming off from the Stiles' dad."

"Uh, Mr. Stilinski?" Theo said, sounding surprised and confused. "What's all this about?"

The Sheriff moved to straighten himself up as he turned to look directly at him. "It's Sheriff Stilinski right now, and as to what's all this about." In a blink, the man went and drew out his gun, and had it aimed squarely at him. "I think that's the part you should be explaining, don't you?"


When Scott got to the school, he could feel the place was completely deserted. No one was around and not a single deputy or car anywhere. He thought Theo said that Hayden's sister would be here. But, he then got a text alert from his phone from Lydia. It was saying to come to the library. Given their talk that morning, he thought he would be the last person she would want to see. Not that she was alone with that right now. Everyone seemed to be mad at him right now. It seemed that the only one that didn't hate him right now was Theo. Scott headed into the school but couldn't pass taking a moment to look at the destruction. Seeing the hallway collapsed in with debris everywhere as the school sign sat right there in the middle of it all. After he felt he'd seen enough, he got to the library but saw that the room seemed to be empty.

"Hey, Lydia?" he called out. But there was no response.

He moved to pull out his phone to try and call her when he got a sudden text alert. It was from Liam. He had been texting for him all day but Scott hadn't been answering. Truth was, he was afraid to. He knew that Liam wanted to know if he had found another way to save Hayden and if not, would he give her the bite to save her like he had wanted. But Scott couldn't deal again right now. So he ignored it and moved to actually dial Lydia's phone. As soon as he did, he quickly heard a phone vibrating non too far away. He followed after the sound and found the phone on one of the shelves. It was Lydia's phone.

As he picked it up, his eyes wandered off and noticed a line of mountain ash on the floor. Scott quickly started to back away when he started hearing the sound of sand falling to the ground. He looked over and spotted someone spreading mountain ash to cover both the door he just walked in through as well as the door leading outside to the quad. As soon as he was done, the guy turned around and revealed himself as Theo.

"That's not possible," Scott gasped out. A werewolf couldn't create a mountain ash line.

"You're right. A werewolf shouldn't even be able to touch mountain ash."

At that, Scott soon realized the truth.

"You're a chimera."

"I'm the first chimera. It's the coyote part you don't notice. Its why Malia trusted me first, even though she probably didn't know it. It's also because of her that I was able to fend off Stiles for a bit. I mean he could sense something was off with me from the start but he was too comfortable and used to being around Malia to catch on to what it really was. Though, from what I got off the Sheriff, Stiles is close if he hasn't figured it all out already. Not like matters now."

"The Sheriff?" he gasped. Scott then let himself pick up a small scent of blood coming from Theo and started to move closer to him. "What did you do to him?"

Theo had been slowly backing away until he was right at the edge of the barrier while Scott had been slowly moving closer to him. "Right now, I would worry a bit more about yourself. I do got to say though Scott, you found the perfect word. Chimera. It isn't just a monster with different parts. It can also mean something impossible to achieve. An unrealizable dream."

"And they realized you?"

Theo let some spite slip through. "They came close with me," he admitted begrudgingly. Theo narrowed his eyes in a full glare. "But, we can't all be perfect," he spat. "We can't all be True Alphas like you."

Scott's eyes quickly went into a glare. Those words. After that, he didn't think. Scott moved and leapt out for him but Theo quickly moved to be right behind the line. A second later, Scott went and collided against the mountain ash barrier and it flung him back into the room, painfully.

As Scott crumbled to the ground, Theo snorted amusingly as he smirked down at the sight of him. "Damn, I felt that."

Scott let out a frustrated growl as he threw himself up to his feet. "I'm going to kill you," he spat at him.

Theo just rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right, sure you are," he smirked back at him. "You don't really sell with the whole making the death threats thing. You should probably leave that to someone else. Though, its not like you really have anyone else left, right Scott? No Stiles. No Lydia. No Malia. No Liam. But still, it doesn't hurt to make sure."

He then moved off to the bench just outside the door where he moved to take something out of a box. Scott recognized it immediately as one of the cell phone jammers they had used to try and keep the Dread Doctors away.

"Why? Why are you doing all this?!" he demanded.

"Don't worry, you'll find out. You're just going to have to wait here alone for a bit before you can see what happens next."

"What happens next?"

"The Supermoon."

Theo then started to take his leave. He could hear Scott run off and slam against the mountain ash barrier again. He went and smirked to himself. There would be no way that Scott would get out of that barrier, no matter how hard he tried. When he got back to his truck, he turned to look back at the bound Sheriff who was slightly beaten and knocked out in his back seat.


A/N: This was my hardest chapter to write so far. So many new and emotional scenes and directions to go. It caused me to go back and rewrite, cut and add in things and segments left and right. I hope this longer than average wait was worth it. The Supermoon is nigh and it looks like we'll finally see what everyone has been waiting for.

And remember, stay safe out there during these troubled times.