"Okay, that's definitely suspicious." Sara mumbled shivering in the cold night air. The moon had rose with Stiles dragging them all over the place, finally ending up where they always did. The forest. Hiding behind a bush. Because why the hell not.

"I told you he was up to something." Stiles whispered, to the two. "We just spent three hours watching this dude play video games in his bedroom. He better be out here covering up a mass murder." Liam said grumpily.

"Why are you complaining? I was the one stuck in the tree." Sara grumbling, running her fingers though her hair, pulling out a few stray twigs that had still manged to tangle its way into her hair.

"Let's find out." Stiles mumbled back.

"You still got his scent?" Stiles asked, after a couple of minutes. "Don't need it." Liam replied pointing to the ground at Theo's footprints.

"You know, a murder wouldn't make such a rookie mistake." Sara said pointed out.

"Who said he was a good criminal." Stiles retorted. Sara rolled her eyes, pausing when Liam stopped short. "What? What's wrong?" Stiles asked, walking back.

"I forgot, we were supposed to meet Mason at the school gym."

Sara shut her eyes. "Shoot," she mumbled, rubbing her hands together, shaking. "Okay, why didn't you just tell him?" Stiles asked, glancing worriedly at Sara. "Tell him what?"

"Anything."
"I can't just tell him anything."
"Why not?"

"Because I haven't... I haven't told him everything." Liam admitted. "Still? We said it was okay." Stiles said, glancing between the two.

Sara sighed. "We know, but this is Mason. He's the guy that freaked out when they changed the recipe of his favourite Fruit-loops. It's a lot to accept. I mean, a Beta werewolf with angry issues and a murderous witch. We're not exactly the poster children of the supernatural."

"He watched my dad blow up a Berserker with a land mine. I think the groundwork's been pretty thoroughly laid for acceptance." Stiles replied. "Scott and I have been through this. Okay? More than once. It's always been better when they know."

"But what if he freaks out?"
"What if he doesn't want to talk to us?"
"What if he tries to stab me with something silver?"
"What if he dunks a bucket of ice water on me?"

"The water won't hurt you, Sara." Stiles said calmly. "I know, but it will be very unpleasant and…gross." Sara replied, wishing she brought a better jacket.

"Or what if..." Liam started, sharply cut off by a loud thud rang out. Sara whipped around. "What the-" she said, walking back, looking down. Sara sighed, shaking her head. "Oh, you wonderful idiot."

"What the hell are you doing?" Stiles scolded, looking down at the fallen Liam. He fell in a hole. Again. Sara smirked, another breeze blowing past, carrying the sound of trudging footsteps.

"Stiles! Shut up, he's here." Sara hissed, spotting Theo's dark jacket. Sara quietly skipping over the leaves and twigs to get a closer look. He was slouching over the old bridge in the small stream, where they used to play in during summer a few years ago. His usually lively hair was bowed down, almost in respect.

"Anything?" Stiles whispered, leaning against the fallen tree. Sara shook her head. Liam catching up to them, standing next to Sara. "Try and get his scent." Stiles suggested. Liam leaning forward, sniffing.

"Get anything?"

"Soap. It's nice. It smells good." Liam said. Sara nodding. "I know right? He smells amazing. Like jasmine?"

Liam shook his head. "Kinda, like a mix, maybe lavender?"

"Not his soap," Stiles snapped, glaring at the two. "His emotional state. Chemosignals, remember?"

"Oh, yeah. Okay." Liam mumbled, leaning forward a little more. "He looks sad." Sara whispered.

"I...He is sad."

"Sad?" Stiles said, glancing at Liam. Liam nodded. "Well, not just sad…It's more like…grief."

"Grief?"

"Look," Sara said, as Theo pulled something out, gently tossing it into the lake. "It's a lily."

"Oh, my God!" Stiles breathed out, his voice going high pitched. "Go! We have to go."

"What? Why?" Sara and Liam asked. Stiles pulling them away. "Go! Right now. Just go."

"That's the bridge where they found his sister." Stiles said, after they put some space between Theo. "Oh my god. Stiles!" Sara gasped, hitting him on the arm. "What the hell is wrong with us?"

"What sister?" Liam asked.

"Tara Raeken. Theo's older sister, she got lost in the woods during winter, fell into a steam and died from exposure." Sara explained. "He was leaving a flower for her." she said, shooting a dark look at Stiles.

"That doesn't sound evil." Liam commented. "That's because it's not." Stiles hissed. "Oh my god…." Sara groaned, shivering violently. "Its-oh…"

"I know." Stiles started. "Ah…"

Theo standing above them, jumping from the tree branch, landing in a crouched position, slowly straightened up. "What you guys doing?"

"Hi," Sara mumbled.

Liam growled, instinctive stepping closer to Theo. Sara clenching her fists, the buzz of power all too eager to be released. 'Control. Control. Control. Control-'

"Whoa." Theo said, rising his hands up in surrender. "Why do I get the feeling this kid's tougher than he looks?"

"Only when we let him off his leash." Stiles said, putting a hand on Liam's arm. "Stiles, we were in Little League together. Why are you so suspicious of me?" Theo asked. Sara finally manged chill herself out.

Stiles paused, digging in his pockets handing Theo two pieces of paper. "Because of these. One's a speeding ticket signed by your dad eight years ago. The other one's a signature on a transfer form to Beacon High. They're different."

Theo took them, studying the papers. "Huh. Yeah, they do look a little different."

"No, they're totally different. Signed by two different people." Stiles interjected. "So my dad's not my dad? Like he's an imposter?" Theo asked, glancing between the three.

"Something like that." Liam snapped. Sara placing a hand on his shoulder. "Chill out, innocent until proven guilty, remember?" Sara mumbled quietly into his ear.

Liam taking a deep breath, stepping back, still glaring at Theo. Sara holding onto his arm tightly, just in case he lunged. He was still working on his anger.

"Who do you think I am?" Theo asked, folding up the papers, discreetly putting them in his pocket. Stiles linked his lips. "We don't know yet."

"Want me to give you a DNA sample or something?" Theo offered. Stiles scowled. "No. I don't have anything from the fourth grade to match it to."

Theo glanced at his feet. "You know, Stiles, I came back here for Scott...but I also came back for you. Someone like you. Someone who's willing to walk into the woods in the middle of the night to protect his friends. I don't have anyone like that, but Scott does. You all do." He said quietly.

"I know I'm in the right place. I'm meant to be here. I'm meant to be part of this pack."

Sara nearly threw up her hands in joy, when she spotted the jeep still parked tucked away in its corner. It was way too cold for her, and Roscoe ran extremely warm.

"Find anything?"

The three looked up. Scott leaning casually against his bike. "Nope." Stiles huffed, opening the jeep door, slamming it shut.

"I fell in a hole." Liam said. "It was pretty funny." Sara added, the tension so thick that a knife wouldn't be able to cut thought it.

"It was the bridge where his sister died, wasn't it?" Scott stated, looking at Stiles though the open window.

"Yes, it was. Very embarrassing. So we are gonna leave now." Stiles said, turning the key, as the engine started spluttering, before stopping. "Son of a... Liam, just do me a favour, get in the car and turn the ignition when I say." Stiles said, jumping out. Liam going in the jeep. Sara hovering just outside it.

"This isn't going to end well." Liam mumbled under his breath. "Yep." Sara replied, the two staring at Scott and Stiles. "Try not to listen, they need some private time." Sara said, her phone buzzing.

"Try it."

Unlocking it, she sighed, scrolling though Mason's messages. 'Are you with Liam, he's not answering. You guys coming soon?'

"I was right about Peter. Try it again."

The engine made another violent voice.

'Did you guys forget about me?'
'Still at school, if you were wondering.'

"Try it again." Stiles shouted, making Sara flinching, before returning her attention to her phone. 'Hello? Are you guys coming or?'

The engine made another spluttered noise then stopped. "Why can't you trust anyone?"

"Because you trust everyone!" Stiles yelled, punching the jeep, shouting in pain. Swallowing hard, Stiles turned away, refusing to look at them.

"Are you okay?" Scott asked, after a couple of seconds. "I'm fine." Stiles mumbled. "You could've broken it." Scott replied.

"It's not broken."

"Let me see it."
"I'm fine."
"Let me see it."

Sara smiled. "They'll be okay".

"Hey. Hey." Liam called, jogging up to Mason. Who was surprisingly easy to find after Scott and Stiles dropped them off. "We are so sorry. We are late." Sara said, zipping up Scott's jacket that he gave her.

"Oh, no, you're not late. You missed it. I worked out. For two hours." Mason snapped, glancing between the two.

"Gonna start gaining some rock-hard abs," Sara said, attempting a smile, which quickly dropped. "Not the right time, no."

Liam sighed. "Yeah, we know. We forgot. And we're gonna tell you why. Actually, we're gonna tell you a lot of things."

Sara nodding. "A lot of hard to believe things. Really hard to believe. Which may-" Sara said, cutting off. Mason's eyes widened. "There's a wolf."

Liam nodded, playing with his fingers. "Yeah, I'm getting to that." Liam said. Sara tilting her head, a smile playing on her lips. "How'd you guess that?"

"No." Mason said, slowly shaking his head. "There's a wolf right behind you."

Sara furrowed her eyebrows, slowly turning around. Behind them, prowling near the buses just a few feet away from her and Liam was a big black furred wolf or coyote, she couldn't tell the difference.

"That's a wolf." Liam repeated, staring at it. The wolf growled lowly its sharp eyes locked onto them. Sara bent down, smiling at it. "Oh, hi you cutie." she purred, earning 'WTF" looks for Liam and Mason. The wolf growled louder, baring his pearly teeth.

Sara's smile dropped. "Oh, okay. Maybe if we're still."

The wolf snapped its jaw.

"Nevermind. Go, go!" she cried, as they ran into the school. "Move, move!" The wolf chasing them. Liam suddenly paused. Sara skidding to a halt. "We doing this?"

Liam shrugged. "No or never."

"What the hell are you guys doing!?" Mason shouted from the stair.

Turning around, Liam roared shifting. Instantly the wolf stopped, blinking a few times, looking between them, before turning around and running out of the school.

Sara let out a sigh of relief, patting Liam on the back as he turned back. Slowly turning around, at Mason who staring at them. Liam sighed. "There's something we gotta tell you."

"You're werewolves."

Sara pursed her lips, scratching the back of her neck. "Not exactly."

Traaccyy. Trraaccyy. Tracy Stewart. The ground seemed to shift between her feet. The cold wind brushed against her shoulder. Lights flashing in and out of her vison. The floor was hard and cold, much colder than it usually was. Rubbing her eyes, Sara found herself in the street, the half-moon shining down on an empty street.

A bright light went past her, making her squint in pain. Stumbling backwards, freezing when she stepped in something wet and sticky. Slowly lifting her leg, she covered her mouth stiffening a scream. Blood, thick, red, flowing blood.

Swallowing hard, Sara slowly started to follow the trail of blood.

On the street, was a man lying on his back, blood stained on his mouth. His body was covered in deep scratch marks. Bending down, Sara gently touched the man's face. "I'm so sorry," she whispered.

Suddenly the man jumped up, gripping the front of her shirt pulling her down to him. "She, she-" he spluttered out, spraying Sara's face with his blood.

His eyes bloodshot, as he pulled her further down. "Monster." he hissed darkly. "Mons-" he started to choke, blood pooling out of his mouth, as his grip loosened.

Falling back, his eyes blank and open, the only thing moving was the thick line of blood that slid out of his mouth. Breathing heavily, she slowly stepped back an odd buzzing sound echoing in her ears.

Sara shut her eyes, putting her head in her hands as the sound became louder, like someone was screaming.

"Sara?" Lydia's voice called out, suddenly everything came into focus. She was in the street, the same one. Behind her a large van, with blood-covered bodies everywhere. Looking down, she lightly touched her thin blue pyjama top, glancing up at Lydia, Malia and Kira.

"Sara, are you okay?" Lydia asked, slowly edging forwards reaching out to her. Sara looked around, her body trembling as the street seemed to be getting closer.

"I-…I-" Sara spluttered out, tears slipping out of her eyes. "I-I, I ju-No-"

"Shh, Shh. It's okay, it's okay." Lydia said, gently wrapped her arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace, stoking her hair.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's gonna be okay…" she mumbled under her breath, glancing up at Malia and Kira. "You're okay, Sara…It's going to be okay…"

"I didn't do it." Sara said instantly, wriggling in her seat. Car hoods were not the comfiest of places to sit. She kept sliding off Lydia's.

Kira nodded, adjusting her shock blanket. "We know," she said gently. "The bodies have claw marks, remember?" Kira paused frowning, taking Sara's hand. "You're still shaking."

"I'm trying-I just…" she sighed, looking down. "I thought I was getting better." she whispered.

"Hey," Kira said, placing her hand into Sara's shoulder. "You are getting better, this-"

"Wasn't my fault?" Sara guessed, scoffing. "I'm getting really sick that."

"Is she okay?" Scott asked, breaking through the crowd of deputies, making a beeline for Sara. "I'm okay." she mumbled, as he wrapped her in a tight hug. Stiles behind him, watching was the medics wheeled away a body.

"Boys." Sheriff called, waving them over. "Go," Sara said, gesturing to the Sheriff. "I'm okay."

Scott sighed, walking to the Sheriff, Stiles shooting her a comforting smile, giving her hand a quick squeeze, following Scott.

Sara sighed, glancing at Lydia, Malia and Kira who were talking to the deputy. Looking up, Sara's eyes widened when she spotted a flash of something above them. Looking away, Sara counting to five, before glancing back up.

"Theo?" she whispered, squinting her eyes. "Who's Theo?" Parrish asked, looking over her pulling the blanket tighter around her. Sara shook her head. "No one. Where's Scott?"

"Out looking for Donovan, the boy who was being transported." Parrish replied, glancing around, leaning closer to her. "Sheriff thinks Donovan could be like us."

Sara bit her lower lip, glancing up at the beams. "Maybe-" Parrish's radio starting to hum. "Scott, is that you?" he asked, walking to the others. Sara throwing off the blanket following.

"Yeah, I found Donovan. He's completely freaked out. He keeps saying some name."

"What name?" Sheriff asked.

"Tracy. He keeps saying Tracy."
"Tracy who?"

Sara eyes widened, glancing at Lydia. "Stewart." Lydia said, glancing at Sara. "Tracy Stewart."

"Tracy wasn't just having trouble sleeping. It was a real disorder. It was night terrors." Lydia explained, the next morning around Stiles jeep.

"Well, now she's the night terror. Especially since no one can find her." Stiles added.

Sara nodded, yawning loudly leaning against Malia, who patted her head. "Okay, I know we're all tired and miserable..." Scott said, glancing at Mason, who was looking at wide eyed and jumpy. "Except for you."

"Oh. I'm sorry. This is all just mind-blowing." Mason said, glancing at Kira. "You're a kitsune. I don't even know what that is."

"I'm still learning." Kira said. "Be happy, he doesn't know." Sara grumbled bitterly, leaning on the jeep. Malia poking Sara on the side.

"Liam, Sara we said you could tell him. Not invite him to the inner circle." Stiles said, shooting them a look.

"Uh, I'm in the inner circle?"

"No."

"Guys, look, back to Tracy." Scott said firmly. "She's just one lone wolf. We can find her."

"One lone serial-killing wolf." Malia added. "Uh, she only killed one person, you know. The other two were mauled." Stiles added.

"They're all in graves. Two are just missing limps and other organs which she ate." Sara snapped. "Serial killing's an understatement."

"Okay," Stiles conceded. "What do we do when we catch her?"

"I say we put her down." Malia suggested. Sara nodding. "Solid plan. Take her down, before us." she said, making the rest share look.

"Intense." Mason said, glancing at the pack.

"Guys, let's concentrate on catching her first." Scott said. "We'll figure out the rest later."

Mrs. Finch slapped down their test papers, sliding them over to each one of them. "Crap," Sara mumbled, glancing at her 45%. Her grades had been an all-time low, since her nightmares starting up again. All of grades had taken a hit, but Bio had been especially brutal. Even though she studied the entire week for it.

"Still suck at Bio?" Liam asked, as the bell rang, Mrs Finch scolding them not to run out.

"Apparently so," Sara said. Mason came over, the three swapping test papers. "Nice job, Mason." she said, sliding back the test. "Dude," Mason cried, glancing at Liam. "How the hell did you get 68? You didn't even study."

"I know," Liam said, sliding his test in his bag. "And I suck at Bio."

"Well, good job anyway." Sara said, patting his shoulder, sliding hers into her bag getting up.

"You'll get it next time, Sara." Mason said, smiling. Sara shrugged, smiling. "Yeah, well, we better hurry, if you wanna catch the boys' soccer team." she said, winking at him, making their way to the door.

"Sara," Mrs Finch called, making them pause. "Could I have a word?" Sara nodded, turning to the boys. "Go on, I'll catch up."

"You sure?" Liam asked, staring worriedly at her. "Yeah." Sara said. The boys nodding as they walked out. Sara strolling to Mrs Finch's desk. "Yes, Mrs Finch."

"Sara, honestly I'm deeply worried about your Biology grade." Mrs Finch said, instantly making Sara take extremely interested in her desk. "Your grade has dropped at quite an alarming rate, since…you're…transfer." she said slowly.

Sara sighing. "I know, Mrs Finch and I am so sorry-"

Mrs Finch raised her hand, cutting her off. "It's alright, you're a good student Sara, you work hard. But I think it would be, beneficial for you to get a tutor."

"Tutor." Sara said. "Oh, okay. You're going to tutor me?" she asked. Mrs Finch shook her head. "No, I think it would better to get a peer tutor for you."

"Peer?" Sara repeated.

Mrs Finch nodded, smiling at her. "Yes, I have someone perfect in mind. He's in my AP Biology class and is doing very well, in the short time he's been here. I already approached him about the idea, and he seemed to like it."

"He? Short? Okay." Sara squeaked. 'Please don't be him. Please don't be him. Please don't be him.'

"Yes, I-I. Yes. Thank you, Mrs Finch." Sara said, walking towards the door, doubling back. "Umm, Mrs Finch. Who, who is he?"

Mrs Finch set down her pen. "Theo, Theo Raeken."

Sara swallowed hard, forcing a smile. ""Theo. Theo Raeken." she said, slowly backing away bumping into the wall, knowing of a ceramic dog. "Oh! Sorry, sorry." Sara said catching the dog setting it back on the shelf.

"Yep, that's-Great. Great. Fantastic. Thanks, Mrs Finch." she mumbled, walking out the door, closing it shut. "Shit."

"Theo, Theo Raeken." Liam repeated, pulling his history book out of his locker. "Stop saying his name, he might just appear." Sara mumbled, glancing over her shoulder. Theo seemed to be everywhere these days.

"Stiles is going to kill you."

"What was I supposed to do? Say no? I'm failing. And Mrs Finch didn't really leave me much room to negotiate." Sara said the two, walking to history.

Just as they entered the classroom, Sara froze, staring at a girl siting in her usual desk, but that wasn't really her. "Scott. We need to get to Scott. Now."

"-how about you lead us in a review of last night's reading." Mrs Finch said, just as Liam and Sara skidded to a halt outside the Biology classroom. "Uh... Sure."

Liam waved awkwardly trying not to attract anyone attention other than well, the pack. Sara poking her head form behind making wild gestures.

"Scott?"

"Sorry, just looking for the page." Scott said, glancing back at the two of them. Sara wanted to slap herself, Scott was doing so well in AP Bio and they were ruining it.

"Scott?"

"Yeah, one sec. Sorry." Scott apologised, flipping the book and a crazy rate, before lightly tapping his ear. Liam and Sara received a few odd looks from Lydia, Kira and oddly enough Theo. And some other girl, but whatever.

"Scott..."

"She's here. She's in History class right now." Liam whispered. "Tracy." Sara added in the same hushed tone. "She's here at school. Right now…Okay, We're gonna get you out of class. I think we're gonna need back-up."

"Nice idea, with the fire alarm." Liam said, pulling it allowing the alarm to ring out. "Is it hurting you?" Sara asked, ducking into a corner. Liam shook his head. "No, I'm okay." he said, rubbing her arm lightly.

"There they are," Sara said, spotting Scott. "Let's go."

"Tracy." Scott whispered, walling into the History classroom slowly edging towards her. Tracy was breathing heavily, hissing like a feral animal.

Dirt and mud and gunk marred her feet. Blood on her shirt, under her fingernails in her hair. The smell of metal and death. She was gripping tightly into Hayden's arm. Her eyes strange, so different in comparison to Scott' and Liam's. But there was something, strange she felt when she looked at her. When Sara was near her. An ugly, uncomfortable feeling in the pit of her stomach. Tracy was wrong.

"Tracy. "Tracy. Tracy, let go. Tracy."

"You're hurting me." Hayden cried out, blood dripping from her arm. "Tracy, let her go." Scott said. Sara discreetly allowing her hand to fill with a light glow of purple. It was whispering. 'Kill. Kill it now.'

"They're coming." Tracy said, releasing Hayden. Her voice quiet. "They're coming for all of us." She whispered, collapsing on the floor, a pool of silver blood coming out of her mouth.

"They're taking her to the Animal Clinic?" Kira asked, running up to Liam. "They can't exactly take her to a hospital, all sliver blood and all." Sara said dryly. "They took her to Deaton hopefully figure out what's wrong with her."

"What's wrong with her is that she killed two people." Lydia hissed, glancing quickly to see if anyone was listening. "Her father and, according to Parrish, her psychiatrist."

"Not to mention the other ones she killed on her rampage." Sara added.

"Isn't there anyone else we can talk to?" Kira asked. "Does she still have her mom? Any family?"

"Alpha." Lydia said suddenly. "If she's a werewolf, she has an Alpha, right? Anyone know if a new one's moved into Beacon Hills?"

Sara sighed. "No."

"But there's an old one. One of the oldest." Kira said, hopefully. "We know her."

Sara smirked. "And her pack."

"So, he's a werewolf too?" Mason asked, staring ogling at Brett who was training with his lacrosse team. Shirtless. Mason was having a great day.

"Yup."

"This just gets better and better." Mason said. Sara grinned throwing a hand over his shoulder. "Then you're going to love this." she said swaggering forward, letting out a sharp whistle. "Brett!"

Brett turned, putting his lacrosse stick behind his neck. "Oh my god…" Mason drooled.

"Cute. Never seen her." Brett said, after Liam showed him Tracy's yearbook photo.

"Could Satomi have turned her without you knowing?" Liam asked. Sara sitting on the one of the benches. "After the dead pool, Satomi's not exactly doing much recruiting."

"Makes sense." Sara mumbled, swinging her legs. "That's how it works?" Mason asked, still staring at Brett in awe. "Alpha werewolves just go around biting people?"

"Or you can be born, like me and my sister." Brett explained, setting his lacrosse things into a bag. "Satomi took us in after our family died in a fire."

"Seems to be a far too common trend here." Sara said. Brett scoffed. "Tell me about it."

"Guys, I think I just found something." Liam said, flipping his phone around showing them the picture of Tracy.

"What?"

'God, I should have carried a better jacket.' Sara thought to herself, as she Mason, Liam and Brett walked among the trees. "Sure, you know where you're going?"

"I know where I am." Liam replied. "So do I." Brett said, twirling around, shooting Sara a wink. "Middle of nowhere."

Sara swatting him away, picking up a twig. "Well, if we're lost, I could just use a locater spell to—"

"Augh!'

"Guys?" Mason called, the three backtracking their steps, looking down into a deep hole. "I think I found it."

"See the necklace?" Liam asked, looking down into the hole. Mason turned on his torch on his phone. "No, I don't see it."

"Maybe she came back for it?" Sara suggested, glancing down at the ground. "That's weird." she mumbled. Brett and Liam helping Mason out of the hole. "Hey, look at the dirt, isn't it…weird?"

"Yeah, it is," Mason said, bending down. "Hey Liam, you fell into a sinkhole, right?"

"It's a hole. What's the difference?" Liam asked, Mason looked down following Sara's gaze. "Wait she's right, I mean, look at all these handprints and look at all this dirt." he said bending down.

"She didn't fall in here." Brett said. Sara shaking her head. "Nope."

"She was buried. Buried alive."

"Intense."

"Creepy, we need to tell Scott-" Sara said, her phone buzzing in her pocket. "Hello? Wai—-We'll be right there." she said, turning to the boys. "We gotta go. There was an attack at the station. Lydia's in the hospital."

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