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INHERITANCE , teen wolf

By voidnovaa

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SLOWLY BEING REWRITTEN! People say we're products of our parents. that all of their good traits are passed on... More

inheritance
𝐒. wolf moon
𝐒𝐒. second chance at first line
𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 , pack mentality
𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 , magic bullet
π’‡π’Šπ’—π’† , the tell
π’”π’Šπ’™ , heart monitor
𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 , night school
π’†π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• , lunatic
π’π’Šπ’π’† , wolf's bane
𝒕𝒆𝒏 , co-captain
𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 , formality
π’•π’˜π’†π’π’—π’† , code breaker
π’•π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’†π’†π’ , omega
𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏 , shape shifted
π’‡π’Šπ’‡π’•π’†π’†π’ , ice pick
π’”π’Šπ’™π’•π’†π’†π’ , abomination
𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏 , venomous
π’†π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•π’†π’†π’ , frenemy
π’π’Šπ’π’†π’•π’†π’†π’ , restraint
π’•π’˜π’†π’π’•π’š , raving
π’•π’˜π’†π’π’•π’š 𝒐𝒏𝒆 , party guessed
π’•π’˜π’†π’π’•π’š π’•π’˜π’ , fury
π’•π’˜π’†π’π’•π’š 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 , battlefield
π’•π’˜π’†π’π’•π’š 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 , master plan
𝒂𝒄𝒕 π’•π’˜π’
π’•π’˜π’†π’π’•π’š π’‡π’Šπ’—π’† , tattoo
π’•π’˜π’†π’π’•π’š π’”π’Šπ’™ , chaos rising
π’•π’˜π’†π’π’•π’š 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 , fireflies
π’•π’˜π’†π’π’•π’š π’†π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• , unleashed
π’•π’˜π’†π’π’•π’š π’π’Šπ’π’† , frayed
π’•π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’š , motel california
π’•π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’š 𝒐𝒏𝒆 , currents
π’•π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’š π’•π’˜π’ , visionary
π’•π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’š 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 , the girl who knew too much
π’•π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’š 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 , the overlooked
π’•π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’š π’‡π’Šπ’—π’† , alpha pact
π’•π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’š π’”π’Šπ’™ , lunar ellipse
π’•π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’š 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 , anchors
π’•π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’š π’†π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• , more bad than good
π’•π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’š π’π’Šπ’π’† , galvanize
π’‡π’π’“π’•π’š , illuminated
π’‡π’π’“π’•π’š 𝒐𝒏𝒆 , silverfinger
π’‡π’π’“π’•π’š π’•π’˜π’ , riddled
π’‡π’π’“π’•π’š 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 , letharia vulpina
π’‡π’π’“π’•π’š 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 , echo house
π’‡π’π’“π’•π’š π’‡π’Šπ’—π’† , the fox and the wolf
π’‡π’π’“π’•π’š π’”π’Šπ’™ , de-void
π’‡π’π’“π’•π’š 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 , insatiable
π’‡π’π’“π’•π’š π’†π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• , divine move
𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆
π’‡π’π’“π’•π’š π’π’Šπ’π’† , dark moon
π’‡π’Šπ’‡π’•π’š , 117
π’‡π’Šπ’‡π’•π’š 𝒐𝒏𝒆 , muted
π’‡π’Šπ’‡π’•π’š π’•π’˜π’ , the benefactor
π’‡π’Šπ’‡π’•π’š 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 , i.e.d
π’‡π’Šπ’‡π’•π’š 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 , orphaned
π’‡π’Šπ’‡π’•π’š π’‡π’Šπ’—π’† , weaponized
π’‡π’Šπ’‡π’•π’š π’”π’Šπ’™ , time of death
π’‡π’Šπ’‡π’•π’š 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 , perishable
π’‡π’Šπ’‡π’•π’š π’†π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•, monstrous
π’‡π’Šπ’‡π’•π’š π’π’Šπ’π’† , a promise to the dead
π’”π’Šπ’™π’•π’š , smoke and mirrors
𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 , reincarnation
π’”π’Šπ’™π’•π’š 𝒐𝒏𝒆 , creatures of the night
π’”π’Šπ’™π’•π’š π’•π’˜π’ , parasomnia
π’”π’Šπ’™π’•π’š 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 , dreamcatchers
π’”π’Šπ’™π’•π’š 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 , condition terminal
π’”π’Šπ’™π’•π’š π’‡π’Šπ’—π’† , a novel approach
π’”π’Šπ’™π’•π’š π’”π’Šπ’™ , required reading
π’”π’Šπ’™π’•π’š 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 , strange frequencies
π’”π’Šπ’™π’•π’š π’†π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• , ouroboros
π’”π’Šπ’™π’•π’š π’π’Šπ’π’† , lies of omission
π’”π’†π’—π’†π’π’•π’š , status asthmaticus
π’”π’†π’—π’†π’π’•π’š 𝒐𝒏𝒆 , the last chimera
π’”π’†π’—π’†π’π’•π’š π’•π’˜π’ , damnatio memoriae
π’”π’†π’—π’†π’π’•π’š 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 , codominance
π’”π’†π’—π’†π’π’•π’š 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 , the sword and the spirit
π’”π’†π’—π’†π’π’•π’š π’‡π’Šπ’—π’† , amplification
π’”π’†π’—π’†π’π’•π’š π’”π’Šπ’™ , lie ability
π₯𝐱𝐱𝐯𝐒𝐒. a credible threat
π₯𝐱𝐱𝐯𝐒𝐒𝐒. maid of gevaudan
π₯𝐱𝐱𝐒𝐱. the beast of beacon hills
π₯𝐱𝐱𝐱. apotheosis
━━ 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐒𝐯.
π₯𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐒. memory lost
π₯𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐒𝐒. superposition
π₯𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐒𝐒𝐒. sundowning
π₯𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐒𝐯. relics

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INHERITANCE , teen wolf

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SLOWLY BEING REWRITTEN! People say we're products of our parents. that all of their good traits are passed onto us, that we pick up the bad traits al...

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π’•π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’š , motel california

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By voidnovaa


motel california


Fairvale, California. A quaint town full of mystery.
In some ways, it was much like their home of Beacon Hills. And in others, it was Beacon Hills' worst nightmare. Greenery ran dry in this town, roads were bare and winding, for miles there was nothing but open road and the occasional cactus proving that they weren't in fact in some kind of mirage caused by the irregular heat. It was never anyone's intention to stay in Fairvale, or even visit it for that matter, it had nothing to offer, but everyone who was unfortunate enough to find themselves in the town all left it with the same purpose, to never return, some, the poorest unfortunate souls, never got to leave at all.

Three more hellish hours had been spent on the steel can that Coach had the nerve to call a bus, tallying the total time that they had all been sitting on the unbearably uncomfortable seats to eight hours. When the seven-hour mark was hit was when Coach made the announcement that the cross-country meet had been postponed until the following morning. Within the next hour, Coach had called every motel in a somewhat close vicinity looking for a place that would take 32 teenagers on such short notice, of course, it wasn't an easy task. Despite the soul purpose for all of them being on the bus in the first place having been postponed, none of the teenagers cared, if anything, they were thrilled. After the rough day they had all had everyone just wanted to rest and be far away from Jared who was yet again on the border of vomiting.

Though Scott's wound had finally begun to heal he was in no state to participate in the cross-country meet, tomorrow, they all hoped he would be fine and back to his usual self, but now, the best thing for him was to sleep the past two days off. Stiles had spent the previous two hours on the bus complaining about his lack of feeling in his butt and how his stomach was consistently grumbling with hunger, much to the dismay of the girls who sat around him. Occasionally, he'd throw in some talk about the sacrifices, after her nap Kinsey finally felt prepared to hear him out, she regretted it afterward of course, but she agreed to hear him out.

By the time they had all pulled into the parking lot of Glen Capri they were all a lot more irritable than they usually found themselves, they were parched, starved, and well, they all had begun to lack feeling in their butts no matter how many times they shifted in their seats. Kinsey stared out of the window, looking at the sign for Glen Capri, something so simple had made her heart drop in her stomach. She immediately looked at the redhead who sat in front of her and Stiles. Lydia shared the same weary look as her brunette best friend, both of them were uncomfortable with the place they had just arrived at, something wasn't right about it. The feeling that it gave them, the lump that it formed in their throats. Kinsey had hoped that she would find comfort when she looked at Lydia, instead, her feelings only worsened.

One by one the five stepped off of the bus at the rundown building in front of them, they could imagine that in its prime, probably 100 years ago, it would have been a beautiful place to stay, now... not so much. Varying thoughts crossed all of their minds. Besides the feeling of dread Lydia's main thought had been how much she wanted to shower and change out of her clothes, but she refused to even look at the showers in this place, no matter how disgusting she felt. For tonight, a simple change of clothes would have to suffice. Since Allison hadn't mentioned an overnight stay when dragging her on this little errand she didn't have her own change of clothes but she knew that she could steal something of Kinsey's. Allison had had a similar thought to the redhead, after being stuck in both the car and the bus for eight hours all she wanted to do was shower off the smell of Jared's vomit which she was sure had clung to her skin. Unlike Lydia she was willing to brave the showers at Glen Capri, and she had been prepared for an overnight stay.

Kinsey's main thought was how infested this motel may be, whether she would be sharing her bed with bugs tonight, if she would even make it in this hotel long enough to climb into the undoubtedly filthy sheets that they supplied. Her mind began to wonder, not only did she have to worry about whether her night would be spent sleeping with bugs, but there were three of them. Her, Lydia and Allison. None of them were going to bunk with someone else, there was nobody else they were willing to bunk with. Scott and Stiles? Hell no. Isaac and Boyd? It seemed best that she didn't even consider that option. Which meant the three of them would be in a room together, before, that option would be fine, but now, after the sleepover that the three of them had the night before Allison left for France it wasn't such a great option. It turned out all three of them had bad sleeping habits. Allison was a kicker, and a blanket hogger for that matter while Lydia was a sleep walker, that night, the two brunettes had woken up to Lydia frolicking around her room as she brushed her luscious locks. Kinsey still wasn't quite sure why she had agreed to then live with Lydia for four months after that scary sight, but at least the two of them hadn't had to share a room during the summer. Kinsey had sleeping habits of her own, she often talked in her sleep. Not a little mumble, complete conversations, usually with herself unless she was having a nightmare, then it was whoever had been plaguing her mind that night.

Stiles had looked at Glen Capri with one, very simple thought; his stomach. He was starving. And he had managed to spot a vending machine the second his foot touched the tarmac.

Which left Scott. "I've seen worse." The wolf admitted, confusing the four who stood around him.

"Where have you seen worse?" Stiles questioned, which was what everyone else was curious to know. Things like this were only seen in murder documentaries.

Coach blew his whistle to get the attention of those who were both meant to be here, and those who had scored themselves a regrettable night away. "Listen up. The meet's been pushed till tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgment when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves." The man announced, his eyes lingering over to Scott, Stiles, and Isaac who stood in a line as he mentioned the word degenerates. All of the teenagers here were probably degenerates somehow, Beacon Hills was a breeding place for them, but the three boys stood out to him the most. "You'll be pairing up. Choose wisely." He continued, holding out the keys for the students to take. It had been typical that he had suggested pairs when there had been an odd amount of boys to the girls.

Which left the question, who was bunking with who? Scott and Stiles had noticed that there were odd numbers between them and the girls, and that someone was going to have to bunk up. Knowing that all three girls had sleeping habits, because each one of them had complained about the others, they knew there was a chance that they would want to bunk. Kinsey thought about it for a moment, questioning whether she was willing to bunk with the two boys in order to escape Lydia's weird sleeping shenanigans and Allison's kicking. It was her last chance to speak up if she wanted to escape them, though she would have to share a bed with Stiles or Scott, she knew that neither of them had weird sleeping habits.

"Bagsy Scott." Stiles chirped up, pulling his best friend closer beside him. He hadn't wasted a single moment, if he had, he might have just ended up sharing a room with Allison or Lydia, frankly he was worried that he would wake up with a makeover from the girls. "You three can stay together. Girls love sleepovers, right? You know, pillow fights in your underwear, gossip?"

"You don't know how much I want to punch you for that." Kinsey shook her head at the boy.

Before she had a chance to follow through on that Stiles began pulling Scott towards Coach to grab a key from his hand, the wolf shrugged at the girls, he wasn't going to argue against either of them, he was smarter than that.

Kinsey turned back to Allison and Lydia, the question still remained. They knew that they were sleeping in a room with one another, but they had to figure out the bed situation. They hoped that there would be two double beds rather than two singles, they couldn't even make someone sleep on the floor, not in this motel. By the morning they would be skin and bone, eaten alive.

"I'm with Kinsey." Lydia insisted. "Sorry Allison, but I can't deal with your foot in my back tonight I need my beauty sleep." The redhead shrugged. Neither Kinsey or Allison argued with it, frankly, it seemed like their best option. Allison wasn't going to complain about a bed to herself, she shrugged in admittance, she knew of her own sleeping habits. The brunette began walking to Coach to take the last key from him. The man looked at her with a furrowed brow for a second, questioning whether she was supposed to be here, he couldn't remember her being on his track team, honestly, he didn't even know her name. But he shook it off, before shouting again.

"And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants. Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!" The man yelled to the few students that were still making their way to their rooms, none of which were listening to him. Coach groaned, shrugging off his own disgust with the motel before heading to his room leaving the three girls who had hung behind standing outside, even the bus had moved before the three of them had.

When Allison had turned to look at her two best friends both of them had frozen, still stood by the bus as they looked at Glen Capri once again, that feeling of dread inside of them both. Stronger now. She had never seen a look of such nervousness across their faces.

"Guys?"

"I don't like this place." Lydia insisted, wearing looking at the illuminated sign.

Kinsey nodded in agreement, she felt it too. The longer she had been here the worst she felt about it, but there were no other options. She looked at the flickering sign of Glen Capri once more. This time she narrowed her eyes at it, noticing something she hadn't before. That name sounded familiar, but she couldn't pinpoint where she had heard it from. There was no reason for her to know it, she had never been to Fairvale before, not even passed through it, that she was certain of. But there was something too familiar about the name for her liking. Allison tried to make them feel better by pointing out that it was just one night, they could get through one night, she didn't see what was so bad about the place. Sure, it was disgusting here she couldn't deny that. But it was just one night. What she didn't understand was that that was the very point that put the girls on edge. A lot can happen in one night.

The three girls made their way to their room. Lydia had headed straight to the bathroom to inspect the condition of the shower, though the entire walk to the room she had told herself she wouldn't, she had, and although it wasn't as disgusting as she anticipated, she was still cleaner than it after a sweaty ten-hour drive, three of those had been spent in a vomit-smelling bus. Kinsey had thrown her bag on the bed causing a gush of dust to fly into the air from the covers, she and Allison had shared a look of disgust before agreeing that they wouldn't mention that to Lydia. Frankly, they were just relieved there were two double beds rather than two singles or one double, it meant that they would all have a somewhat acceptable amount of space tonight to be away from each other's annoying sleeping habits.

Lydia walked out of the bathroom, shuddering after her personal inspection of the bathroom as she headed straight towards the bag that Kinsey had thrown on the bed ready to find a change of clothes. Kinsey hadn't even tried to stop her, the least she could do was give the redhead some clothes after all of the things she had done for her since her return. Plus, there was bound to be something that Lydia would wear in there considering she had been the one to pack the bag in the first place. The Martin girl wasn't willing to let Kinsey wear a bad outfit even if she was in a different city just for a cross-country meet, since skyping wasn't an option for the trip she had insisted that she would just have to pack her bag instead. Organized into pre-made outfits. Even if the brunette had come here to run, at least she would look cute while doing it.

A few rooms away were Scott and Stiles who had already settled well into their room, they weren't as fussy as the three girls who practically considered themselves hotel inspectors. They didn't have to worry about a change of clothes or who was sharing a bed, and frankly, neither quite cared about the cleanliness of the showers as long as water came out of it. Stiles and Scott were much more focused on a point Stiles had made when walking to their room, after hours of not mentioning the Darach he couldn't help himself but talk about it again, he blamed Lydia for that, she had encouraged his nonsense by sharing her own detailed knowledge on ancient sacrifices that included the likes of virgins. Scott knew he had put off the topic for quite a while. It was highly unlikely he would be able to postpone it any longer. So he too decided to indulge in Stiles's imaginative, quite terrifying mind long enough for him to give the list that he had created in his head during the long journey here.

The two lay down on their separate beds, staring up at the ceiling. If Scott was going to listen to Stiles's undoubtedly long explanation he'd need this time to lie down.

"All right, so I have five."

"Five?" Scott repeated in shock. "You have five suspects?"

"Yeah. Originally it was eleven. Well, ten, technically, I guess. I had Derek on there twice." Stiles admitted, he had no shame in suspecting Derek even after all of this time, he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to put his complete trust within the wolf to be on their side. Peter was his uncle.

"So who's number one? Harris?"

"Just because he's missing doesn't mean he's dead. We have proof of that a few doors away."

"So if he's not dead, our chemistry teacher is out secretly committing human sacrifices." Scott reiterated to make sure he was understanding this right, surprisingly, it wasn't the most absurd theory he had ever heard when it came to his best friend. Everything was a possibility in Beacon Hills, but even for a town like the one that they called home, Harris seemed like a reach.

"Yeah, I guess it sounded way better in my head."

"Well, what if it's somebody else from school? Like, you remember Matt? We didn't know that he was killing people." Scott pointed out, instantly offending his best friend who sat upright in his bed just to emphasise how he was offended by that comment.

"Excuse me? I'm sorry, what?" Stiles asked, going as far as to then stand up ready to largely emphasise just how right he had been to accuse Matt of being the one killing people in town. "Yes, we did. I called that from day one, actually."

"Yeah, but we never really seriously thought that it was Matt." Scott tried to argue as he sat slightly upright to look at Stiles, using his elbows to prop himself up.

"I was serious. I was quite serious, actually. Deadly seriously. No one listened to me."

"Who were the other four?"

Stiles cracked his knuckles preparing to get back into his explanation again, the other four were the ones he saw as more likely now that Harris had been written off as a bit of a reach. Now in first place was Derek's sister, Cora. And he was more than ready to begin listing off why exactly he thought she deserved to have her name on his list. No one seemed to know anything about her other than the Hale's, and well she was Derek's sister. The second one was reason enough.

Next, Deaton. For being too Obi-wan like, it freaked him out. The confusion on Scott's face after the Star Wars reference had offended Stiles even more than the wolf not thinking he had been serious about his accusation against Matt, it would be a miracle if the two of them were still friends once they left this place.

After Stiles had taken a few seconds to get over the fact Scott was yet to watch Star Wars after him referencing the movie for years he moved on to his third suspect, this was where it began getting difficult.

Lydia. Scott's face had dropped, Stiles had sat back down, both of them knew that that wasn't in fact a reach. There was a time where she was completely controlled by Peter and didn't even know it, so it was possible that whoever was committing these murders was in her head and she wasn't even aware. Which was why she had taken that place on the list. With an exasperated sigh the two fell back onto the bed, staring back at the ceiling, they let Lydia sink in before the final suspect.

"Why do I feel like I know where you're going with the last one?" Scott sighed as he turned to look at his best friend who already had a guilty look across his face, his mouth in a straight line.

"Kinsey." Stiles nodded, confirming Scott's guess. He hated to say it. Assuming Lydia was bad as it was, but he had to explain his reasoning, why the thought had even crossed his mind in the first place. "Scott, she has been drawing things before they even happened. She drew the deer, the crows at school. And then, somehow, which I still can't wrap my head around, she was INSIDE of Isaac's brain. Inside it, Scott. How the hell do we explain that? I don't wanna believe it's her, or Lydia for that matter. But-"

"But it's possible, I know." Scott agreed with another sigh.

Neither knew what else to say, for some reason, those last two suspects hit more than the rest, maybe it was because it was two of their best friends, or maybe it was because they knew that it really was possible for one of them to be this darach committing human sacrifices. After that discussion, the two decided not to talk about it anymore, the list had been enough. Scott headed to the bathroom to take a moment or two to breathe as he used the sink to keep him upright while Stiles's headed to the vending machine he had spotted on their way to the room, not only for himself but he knew that he would have to reimburse Kinsey for all of her snacks that he had eaten on the way here, there was only so long he could get away with it.

Back in the room of the three girls, it had been decided that Kinsey and Allison were in fact brave enough to risk having a shower in the bathroom, but when they had opened the wardrobe that contained the towels and spare bedding all three of them had been hit with the strong scent of nicotine causing all three of them to cough as if they had been the one's who'd smoked all of the cigarettes that had clearly been smoked in this room. Lydia turned back to the card she'd seen on the dresser that stated that this room was a non-smoking room, scoffing as she read it. The redhead pulled the towels out of the wardrobe before storming towards the door, Kinsey and Allison had asked where she was going as they furrowed a brow, and their simple answer had been that she was going to channel her inner Natalie Martin. Neither quite knew what Lydia meant by that, and they didn't want to know, as two girls who knew Natalie Martin, they could only imagine all of the possibilities as to what that phrase meant. A terrifying thought.

While waiting for Lydia to return with some hopefully fresher towels Allison decided she was going to begin showering, with how disgusting and sweaty she felt she wasn't opposed to spending a lengthy amount of time under the water, even if it did come from this motel. It was better than how she felt now.

In the meantime, Kinsey had opted to a change of clothes while she waited for her turn in the shower, she couldn't spend a moment longer in the clothes she'd been wearing all day, nobody should have to sit in denim shorts as long as she had today. The brunette had pulled her shirt over her head when she heard the door to the room open again, she knew Lydia could be quite persuasive and frankly, terrifying but both she and Allison had expected her to be gone a little longer than a few minutes.

"What, did you fly down there?" Kinsey asked with a stifled laugh as she pulled the shirt off of her head but rather than being met with Lydia and a stack of nicotine-free towels she was met with Isaac stared at her, right into her soul as if he were dead behind the eyes. "Jesus, Isaac, ever heard of knowing?" The girl asked as she scrambled to cover up her bra with her shirt, as though he hadn't seen more than that before, but this was different. Allison was just a few feet away.

Without saying a word the wolf stepped forward, closer to the uneasy brunette who couldn't move further back without tripping over the bed that her calves were already pressed against. He reached out his hand, brushing against her bare arm as every hair on her body stood tall, a chill crawling up her spine pairing with the gentle flutter in her stomach.

"What are you doing?" She mumbled as she looked down at the hand caressing her arm.

"Looking for you."

Kinsey cleared her throat as she looked into his eyes, they had been here a million times but there was something strange about this, almost as if it were wrong. Maybe it had always been wrong, but this time, she felt like that unlike how she usually felt overwhelmed with attraction and the desire to press her lips against his. There was something wrong about it tonight. Behind those eyes wasn't the Isaac Lahey that she knew, they were his blue eyes, the ones she adored, but he didn't seem to be the one behind them. It wasn't him. Or anyone she knew.

"You can't do this here. Kinsey mumbled nervously. "Allison's in the next room."

"I don't mind."

Another stifled laugh escaped her mouth, though this time it wasn't because she found this humorous, her nerves had overwhelmed her to the point of speechlessness. Kinsey built up some courage as she spoke in a more serious, telling the boy in a whisper that Lydia would be back any minute and she wouldn't be able to explain whatever... this was, at least not without her finding out. She suggested that he head back to the room he was sharing with Boyd and when she was finally showered and dressed appropriately for a conversation, she would meet him there. And well, discuss whatever the hell was going on with that dead look in his eyes.

Isaac didn't listen to her suggestion, he continued to move closer to the brunette who became more and more uneasy with every inch closer the wolf moved closer. She wasn't sure what had gotten into him, there was no valid explanation. He was never like this, usually, he was too scared of her not to listen to anything she said. This didn't seem to be Isaac she was talking to.

He had been fine the entire bus journey. He'd been his usual, quietly filled with anger self. Even when he had stepped off of the bus he had seemed fine when he stepped off of the bus, giving her the usual faint smile that they shared to ensure they were both okay, they could never be seen interacting too much not if they knew what was best for them.

His hand continued to brush against her skin, moving from her upper arm to her shoulder, to the nape of her neck as his face moved closer to hers. Kinsey scrambled for the words to ask him what he was doing again, or to even just say his name hoping to snap him out of it but she couldn't. She was literally speechless. Her throat was filled with a large, unshiftable lump.

"Kins!" Allison shouted from the bathroom causing the blonde to unfreeze as she whipped her head towards the bathroom door. "Is Lydia back with the towels yet?"

The brunette shouted a simple not yet before turning back to Isaac who'd moved back ever so slightly, looking around him with a look of confusion, shaking off the weird feeling that he felt. He looked down at his hand that still rested on the nape of Kinsey's neck before looking straight into her eyes, her very confused brown eyes.

From her eyes his eyes lowered to the narrow space between their chests, the only thing acting as a barrier was the white shirt Kinsey had been wearing today. He wasn't sure how the two of them had gotten in this scenario again, especially here, with Allison in the next room but based on Kinsey's face she didn't either. The wolf took a quick step back as he began scratching his head questioning how exactly he had gone from staring into his own reflection in the bathroom mirror to looking into a set of brown eyes that belonged to the huntress.

"Isaac, are you okay?"

"Yeah. I was, um..." He mumbled as he continued to step further back, his back hitting off of the door. "Sorry, I don't remember," Isaac continued before disappearing into the dark night, shutting the door carefully behind him.

Flustered with confusion Kinsey sat on the edge of the bed, the shirt she had removed still in her hands as she stared blankly at the ground trying to comprehend what she had just been part of. But even a genius like Lydia wouldn't have been able to figure out what the hell that was.

Kinsey wasn't sure how long she had been sat there frozen, staring at the same spot on the ground that she was pretty sure was the burn mark from a cigarette, but it had been long enough that Lydia had returned with some fresh towels. The redhead was just as flustered the brunette girl as she began to rant, walking straight into the bathroom where she left a towel for Allison who shouted a quick thank you. As she continued to talk about her strange experience with one of the owners of the motel she sat down on the bed beside Kinsey who hadn't even flinched. Not at the sound of her redhead best friend entering the room, or the sound of her opening the bathroom door, or when Allison had shouted again, or when Lydia had sat down beside her causing the bed to lower slightly beneath their combined weight. She was frozen once again.

What the hell was going on?

Allison exited the bathroom in a fresh change of clothes, drying her hair with the fresh towel, she looked at Kinsey sat on the end of the bed topless with her shirt in her hand but shook off her confusion, she assumed that maybe the girl had gotten too hot with the lack of air conditioning, or maybe she just wanted to take it off after spending all day sweating in it.

"198?" The brunette asked, repeating the number that Lydia had just said.

Kinsey had only caught snippets of Lydia's ranting. Old woman. Tracheotomy tube. Freaky. 198. Suicides. The highest in California. 198. And counting.

"Yes." Lydia agreed, still in shock. "And we're talking 40 years. On average, that's 4.95 a year, which is actually expected. But who commemorates that with a framed number? Who does that? Who?" The redhead asked as Allison began walking around the room arranging her stuff until she had stopped at the dresser where the non-smoker card remained. She scoffed, lying it flat before reaching into her purse for her lip balm, turning around to Lydia before applying any.

"All suicides?" She reiterated.

"Yes." The girl deadpanned, looking at Kinsey expecting her to have said something by now but she was still in the same position she had been for the past five minutes of her being back in the motel room. "Hanging, throat-cutting, pill-popping, both-barrels-of-a-shotgun-in-the-mouth suicides." Lydia continued to explain, terrifying Allison who had paused with her lip balm inches from her mouth but Lydia's eyes had been on the girl beside her, she would have thought that detailed description of suicides would have stirred up something within the brunette but her stare remained still, on that same mark on the musty carpet. "Seriously, nothing? Kinsey!"

Kinsey sat upright, finally breaking her stare. She looked at Allison who had continued applying her lip balm while her eyebrows remained furrowed before looking at the redhead who had shouted her name right beside her. Kinsey jumped back slightly after seeing Lydia beside her.

"When did you get there?" She mumbled as she looked the redhead up and down.

"What's the matter with you?"

"You look like you've seen a ghost." Allison follower.

Kinsey nodded. "I'm fine. Just feel a little... off. I'm gonna go take a shower." The brunette insisted as she stood up, walking into the bathroom without another word as both Lydia and Allison watched her. When the door had closed behind her, they finally turned to each other, neither able to quite fathom what happened.

The brunette stood in the shower letting the surprising hot water pour over her face as she allowed her deep darkest thoughts in, of course, as it always did the first thing to come to mind was whatever it was she was believed to be and frankly, she was still quite annoyed that Deaton had to be all Obi-wan on her rather than just giving her all of the answers she wanted. She knew he was trying to teach her all of these lessons and evrything, but sometimes, she just wanted to know things and not know the lesson that he attached to it. It was impossible waiting for it to show itself like Deaton told her to when she didn't know what she was waiting for or how long it would take, Kinsey had always known she could be impatient but right now she felt particularly impatient. She stood letting her thoughts be washed away by the water as she moved onto her next thought, Isaac, she couldn't fathom his weird behaviour, she knew she only had to wait until she was out of the shower and dressed to talk about it with him. but once again she felt particualry impatient. And she wasn't quite sure that she wanted to talk about it, at least not yet, she felt quite creeped out by the exchange still, normally her first instinct would have been to pounce on him, it certainly been her instinct over the past four months. That dead look in his eye would be something she couldn't quite shake off yet.

Kinsey took another deep breath, slicking her wet hair out of her face. For a few moments she stood still again, without a single thought in her mind, it was what she needed, but in a life so full of chaos that could only last a few minutes before the realization kicked in. Before her short lived daydream was over and things from her real life began flooding back in at the speed of light, forcing her into her next deep dark thought. Scott. For a while she had been able to push the thought of what happened at the mall to her back of mind, mostly because of Derek, but also because she wasn't ready to think about what she had seen from Scott. How his eyes had turned red for a split second, as if for that split second he was an Alpha, she had a feeling that Allison had seen it too, she could tell by the way her cousin kept looking at him. Considering that she too hadn't mentioned it yet made Kinsey believe that it wasn't time, much like her own supernatural problem, time would tell for Scott too. One day they would get their answers.

After that, she had decided enough was enough, she couldn't continue torturing herself with her own thoughts hoping that the water would either wash or scald them away. Kinsey turned off the water, draining the water that her thick brown hair had absorbed before stepping out to wrap one of the supposedly fresh towels around her. They smelt better than the towels that had came with the room, but she could still smell the nicotine that stuck to them, convenient for a supposedly smoke free motel. She knew that that sounded too good to be true. Motels like this were notorious for their strong nicotine smell and their creepy vibe, and this place ticked every single box, except for cockroaches, so far she was yet to see any.

Kinsey stood in front of a mirror condensated by the steam of her hot shower, for a moment she had to consider whether she wanted to see her own reflection, especially after how much Stiles had emphasised that she looked like she hadn't slept since leaving the womb. The digusting and quite honestly traumatising concotion that Lydia had forced to her drink was sure to not have helped that, but she hoped that maybe a shower would clean her of that less than flattering look since no amount of showers would ever wash away the shame she felt for consuming it.

A single swipe of a hand across the mirror and Kinsey could see her reflection, she leaned closer to analyse just how tired she looked, the dark circles that surrounded her already dark eyes told her that all she needed right now was a good night's rest. If that were possible.

The brunette quickly pulled on her clean clothes, this time without the interruption of Isaac before turning back to the sink. Kinsey began to run the cold tap that sat beneath the mirror, cupping her hands to fill it before splashing it onto her face, it felt like just what she needed.

Kinsey wiped off the small droplets of water from her face as she looked back into the mirror taking another large deep breath, as she stared at herself Kinsey couldn't help but notice that the silver necklace around her neck wasn't in her reflection. She knew she hadn't taken it off to get in the shower like she normally would, she was worried that in the time she was in the shower that mold would grow and consume her most prized possession. Kinsey quickly placed her hand on her chest to feel for her mother's necklace, it was there. Still sitting perfectly on her tanned skin. Kinsey shrugged it off, putting it down to some weird after effects of the energy drink before looking back at her reflection again, this time, as her reflection looked back at her she wasn't met with her own usual chocolate brown eyes but a pair of glowing golden yellow eyes, the ones typically seen as a werewolf. With a sharp gasp Kinsey stumbled away from the mirror, falling backwards into her calves hit the bathtub.

From the next room a gunshot sounded follow by the clear scream of Lydia, quickly turning Kinsey's attention from her own disorted reflection to the bathroom door. In the split second that she had looked at the door and back to the mirror, the yellow eyes had disappeared.

"Did you not hear it?" She heard Lydia ask from the next room, there was clear panic in her voice. At first, Kinsey thought that the two had figured out how to turn on the televison and that it had just been an extremley loud cowboy show, but now she was beginning to leave that was much too simple for all of the strange things happening to her tonight.

"Hear what?" Allison asked, baffled. Kinsey swung open the bathroom door, rushing into the bedroom to find the redhead horrifed with tears in her eyes and Allison not quite able to grasp what was going on, she hadn't heard a thing. All she knew was that Lydia had climbed up on the bed and was staring at the vent like a mad woman, as though something other than a smell of slight mold was coming from it.

"How could you not hear that?" Kinsey questioned as she looked at the fellow brunette.

"You heard it too?" The frantic redhead looked at her with wide tearful eyes, slightly relieved that she hadn't gone completely insane, maybe Allison was the one who had gone insane, or deaf even if she hadn't been able to hear that loud gunshot. Allison still couldn't quite fathom what was going on with the two of them, the room had been silent since the moment that the shower had been turned off and Lydia had climbed up on the bed. "The two people in the other room, they shot each other." She explained before rushing out of the motel room.

Allison tried to ask Kinsey once again what was going on, but she was already rushing out of the door to find Lydia, and in turn, answers. Maybe she wasn't completely sure of what was going on herself, all she had heard was a gunshot, but Lydia had clearly heard more, and if there was anyone's instincts who Kinsey trusted it was hers, most of the time, it seemed as though the two shared the same ones, or at least the same thoughts. Usually, when it was something bad she'd be able to count upon her redhead best friend feeling the exact same, and this was one of those times. How was she not supposed to run after her now?

With no other choice Allison rushed after the two girls. She wasn't sure what was going on with them, first it had been Kinsey acting weird, staring at the ground as if she was in her own world before quickly rushing into the bathroom. Then it had been Lydia hearing things from the next room, and to make matters worse, Kinsey had jumped in on it too. Even through her profound confusion Allison knew that she couldn't leave the two to follow their insane thoughts alone, like everything in life this was something the three of them were going to go through together.

As she followed behind them on the balcony she watched as Lydia traced her hands against the wall of the building while Kinsey frantically looked around the outside of the motel, though she had too heard the gunshot, she still couldn't quite comprehend what was happening tonight.

It was as they stumbled across the balcony the older brunette had noticed that their room wasn't connected to another, at least not on the side where Lydia's ear had been pressed against the vent. There was a large gap between the wall Lydia had been pressed against in their room and the wall of the room before theirs. Neither of the other girls seemed to notice, both headed straight to the door of room 216 with tears falling down their cheeks, their emotions getting the better of them. They were confused, overwhelmed and slightly traumatised.

Lydia had stopped at the door, her hand hovering over the door handle as it trembled. Kinsey took that as her cue, she pulled down the handle, surprised to find that the door wasn't locked. As Allison saw the door open she began feeling more urgency, quickly jogging to catch up with the two girls who stood in the doorway rather than walking slowly as she tried to figure out what was happening. Her feet fell slack as she stopped beside them in the doorway, all three looked straight into the room filled with darkness, their hearts in their stomachs.

"Hello?" Kinsey spoke, her voice riddled with nerves.

Lydia's hand reached into the darkness of the room, scaling the wall for a light switch which she found quite quickly, but upon flicking it up and down no light was brought to the room. Kinsey and the redhead shared a look and a slight nod before stepping into the dark motel room with little to no second thought. Allison tried to stop the two of them, reaching out for their arms but both of them slipped away from her as she refused to step over the threshold of the door. The two tried to navigate their way through the dark, one of each of their hands were intertwined, the other feeling out in front of them hoping there was another source of light in the room. The two had gotten far enough into the room that they were near the window, a faint light cracking through the nicotine stained curtains that Kinsey had accidentally nudged allowing them to see a construction light just ahead of them, the source of light they had been hoping for. Lydia quickly placed both hands on the construction light searching for the switch before a bright light was illuminating the room allowing all three of them a clear view of the room.

The two girls who had heard the gunshot stood in awe as they looked around the room where it had come from, if it could even be called a motel room anymore, it much more resembled a construction site than somewhere to sleep. Allison stepped in the room, her jaw practically on the floor as she walked to stand beside the two of them. She thought that the two rooms being disconnected was as weird as it could possibly get, but now, as she looked around a room filled only with building materials she decided that Kinsey and Lydia hearing a couple shoot each other from in here was much weirder. Much, much weirder.

"It had to be right here." Lydia stammered with a shake of the head, she took a few steps further into the room before turning back to the two Argent girls. "It was a guy and a girl, and they sounded younger, but... They were here." The redhead tried to plead her case, hoping that this wouldn't be the last time Kinsey and Allison believed the insane things she said or did.

Kinsey stepped forward to the redhead. "I know, I know. I heard the gunshot. I believe you." She reassured the redhead with a soft smile, if she was going insane, at least she wouldn't be doing it alone, she could always depend on Lydia going just as insane as she was.

The two girls turned to Allison, arguably the most normal out of the three of them, if not the entire pack. She had her own moments of insanity, she knew that, nobody in Beacon Hills was completely sane, but the two girls in front of her had certainly made their way up the list of people losing their marbles over the past nine months. She'd seen it with her own eyes, that was why she said her next words with confidence. "I believe you. After everything the three of us have been through. I believe you."

The three girls returned to their own room. Only one thing on Kinsey and Lydia's minds.
Getting the hell out of here.

Lydia had begun quickly packing up her things, which were really Kinsey's, and shoving them in the bag she had packed, everything in sight ended up in the bag, there was no time for her well-thought-out organization anymore. It didn't matter if she was packing the television remote, as long as everything that did belong to them was in that bag, it was good enough for her. Kinsey paced back and forth around the room texting Isaac warning him and Boyd to pack their things so they could all figure out how to get far away from Glen Capri as quickly as possible. As the two of them rushed around in full-fledged panic mode Allison stood in the middle of the room, her eyes darting back and forth between a pacing Kinsey and Lydia who rushed in and out of the bathroom to triple check that they had all of their belongings, as well as some of the things she had accidentally picked up along the way. Even though she told the two girls she believed them she didn't quite understand their urgency to get out of here.

Yes, she hated this place and the experience she had just had was nerve-racking and frankly, traumatizing. But there was nothing to say that it was Glen Capri that was making the two of them hear voices and gunshots but neither Kinsey nor Lydia were willing to sit and talk about that. Especially not when there were more suspicious stains on those sheets than either could count, that seemed like more than enough reason not to stay here tonight.

Kinsey and Lydia's plans were clear. Pack. Get the rest of the group. Leave. They didn't care if it meant walking all the way back to the rest stop with Stiles complaining he was hungry, or anything that the rest of the boys found to complain about during the long walk. If it meant that there was a large distance between them and Glen Capri, it was good enough for them.

"There's something seriously wrong with this place." Lydia reiterated again as she was almost jogging across their motel room, brushing past Allison didn't know what to do with herself anymore, she didn't even know where to begin in calming either of them down, or if that was even possible to do now. They were too far gone. "Hey, Allison, come on. We need to leave."

"But they were suicides, not murders, and it's not like this place is haunted, right?"

Lydia and Kinsey stopped in their tracks. For the first time tonight they were willing to stop for a moment and talk, even if it were about just how messed up Glen Capri truly was. Lydia had turned around prepared to list all of the reasons why the motel was probably haunted and how that was why it had caused them both to hear things, but as she thought about it, even for a split second Lydia wasn't so sure that Allison wasn't right. All she could say was that maybe this place was haunted, maybe that explained everything, with a place so disgusting it wasn't exactly out of the question. And if werewolves existed, why not ghosts?

But Kinsey wasn't going to give in that easy. This place being haunted didn't explain why she had looked in the bathroom mirror and saw a pair of glowing werewolf eyes replace her own, it hadn't been the first time she had seen it, she'd admit it, but it was the first time she had seen it without sitting up in bed breathing heavily after. Until tonight the only time she had seen such a sight was in her nightmares, particularly since finding out Peter Hale was her father, of course, she had to question it if she was a werewolf's daughter. The fact that it had been in multiple of her nightmares only proved further than becoming a werewolf was the last thing she wanted.

"You know, I bet that couple that Lydia heard made their suicide pact in that very room," Kinsey suggested with the redhead nodding in agreement, remembering how adamant she had been just a few moments ago. While they had been on their way back to the room to pack Lydia had given them a quick run-through of what she had heard, and if what had already happened in the bathroom hadn't been enough for her to want to run for the hills, Lydia's story had confirmed her desperation to get out of here.

"Maybe that's why they're renovating." Lydia continued the theory. "Maybe they've been scraping brain matter off of the wood paneling."

"Maybe we should find out," Allison suggested.

That had been all the two neurotic girls needed to hear. Lydia dropped everything in her hands on the bed, the same cloud of dust appearing from the sheets like it had when Kinsey had thrown her bag on the bed, only this time Lydia had seen it. A slight gag came from the redhead as she took a step away from the bed, it would be a point she raised later if they were alive for that long. Kinsey rushed to put her jacket on, something that she hadn't quite had the chance to do the first time that they had all scurried out of the room. The woman manning the front desk that Lydia had described to them was bound to be the most normal thing about this deadly motel. After Isaac acted like a freak, Kinsey saw herself with werewolf eyes and heard a gunshot come from the couple that Lydia had heard talking, the three girls weren't sure there was anything else that could scare them tonight. They had practically lived through the plot of every horror movie existing in the hour and a half since their arrival.

In the midst of everything happening around them Kinsey hadn't even told them about her run-in with Isaac, and that wasn't even the worst part about it, it was that she couldn't. Because for the past four months she had been living in secret, acting as though she had no care in the world when in reality, she had a million. And she was keeping them away from the two people that meant the most in the world to her, even above Isaac. The top spot would always be kept for Allison and Lydia, permanently reserved for the two of them. No love compared to theirs. That was why as she walked down the stairs to the motel reception behind Lydia who ran at full speed that if she made it through the rest of the night, she was going to tell them. Everyone.

But for now, no height of hell was going to stop her from getting the answers that she and Lydia wanted from the woman who owned this hell hole.

Kinsey quickly picked up her pace, rushing beside Lydia to get those desperate answers, Allison could barely keep up with the two of them, and she was the only one in flat shoes but once they had all barged into the reception they had almost taken the bell hanging above the door off of the wall. And almost the door off of its hinges.

A small screen stood on the desk, standing between them and where Lydia had last seen the terrifying woman, hanging on it read a sign back at 6:00 a.m., which was longer than either the redhead or Kinsey were going to wait. They could have been on the way home now, even if it was walking to the rest stop where Allison had left her car.

"Well." Lydia sighed. "There goes that."

"Lydia..." Kinsey mumbled as she stared through the small screen to the number hanging on the wall. She remembered what Lydia had said, even if she hadn't been giving the conversation her full attention, she remembered the number that Lydia had said, and what it meant.

"Didn't you say the sign said 198?" Allison continued for her cousin, equally confused.

With furrowed brows, Lydia turned to the sign that once read 198. But that was gone now. It now reads 201. Three more than it had before. Three more suicides. Her face dropped as her jaw gaped slightly, turning back to her two best friends with wide eyes.

"It was 198. I swear to God it was 198." Lydia frantically insisted.

"Okay. What does that mean, that there have been three more suicides?"

"Or three more about to happen."

Now Allison was beginning to see why the two of them were so desperate to get out of this place and why it was so urgent. The three had run, actually ran, all of them this time, back to their room, almost tripping over their own feet as they rushed to get to the room. Lydia had texted Stiles on their way back up to the room after all three had confirmed each other's suspicions that whatever was going on tonight was aimed towards the supernatural beings. Kinsey couldn't help but wonder if she came under that list. If their suspicions were right they needed as many non-supernaturals to focus on this as possible, hence why it was so important for Stiles to get to them as soon as possible, and alone, as Lydia had stated in her text to the boy.

Within minutes of Lydia sending the text a heavy knock had sounded at the door, thankfully, it was Stiles and not Isaac coming for a second round of weird exchanges with Kinsey who realized that her run-in with the wolf was definitely something to mention. As soon as Stiles had stepped in the room she began explaining what had happened when the wolf had come into the room, which for Allison and Lydia had explained why the girl had been staring at the cigarette burn in the middle of the floor for a prolonged amount of time. They would have been equally as disorientated if their friend had hit on them in the way that Isaac had.

After hearing Kinsey's explanation Allison remembered the last time that someone had acted like this, Scott. During his first full moon, they all remembered it clearly, they didn't have to recap when the wolf had not only kissed Lydia but had tried to kiss Kinsey too, it was still very strange to think about. Even when hearing about Isaac it wasn't the weirdest interaction that he experienced tonight, his own interaction with Boyd was. He'd watched the wolf put his fist through the vending machine downstairs, which was strange even coming from the boy who toppled over a vending machine while Lydia was in the hospital after formal.

"See it is the motel," Lydia reiterated again, but now she was more sure than ever. "Either we need to get out of here right now or someone needs to learn how to do an exercise ASAP before the werewolves go crazy and kill us." The redhead insisted as she began filing through the draws searching for the bible that she had seen upon her first inspection of the motel room, when she had found it she held it up to the three teenagers, shaking it to emphasize just how adamant she was that this place needed the exorcism.

"Okay, just hold on, all right? We don't know that it's affecting anyone other than the wolves." Stiles suggested as he looked between the three girls. That was when he noticed a particular look on Kinsey's face, she almost looked guilty as if she was hiding something from them, if only they knew the extent of how true that was. "Wait. Did something else happen?" He asked as he looked at the girl, Allison and Lydia had both turned to her with a raised brow.

"It's nothing." Kinsey shook her head but when receiving three prying looks there was only a matter of time before she caved in. "Fine. There was a moment when I was in the bathroom, I looked in the mirror and my eyes... weren't mine." She mumbled, unsure how to word it.

"Weren't yours?" Stiles asked, hoping for some explanation.

A large sigh came from the brunette huntress as she prepared herself to give the explanation they all so clearly wanted, running them through what had happened in the bathroom. How she thought she had seen her necklace disappear from around her neck, then to her glowing eyes, and then the gunshot, when she had rushed out to find Lydia freaking out.

"Okay. Then what if it isn't just the motel? The number in the office went up by three, right?"

"You mean like three sacrifices?" Allison asked.

"What if this time it's three supernaturals?"

"Kinsey, Isaac, and Boyd," Allison mumbled.

"Maybe we were meant to come here."

Lydia couldn't contain herself anymore, as she emphasized that all of this was just all the more reason to get the hell out of here as soon as they could, there was nothing stopping them from just packing up and getting far away from Glen Capri as though their lives depended on it, and if they were right, they actually did depend on it. As she began shouting she waved the bible in the air in the faces of the boy who stood closest to her, rather than listening to her ranting about how she wanted to go home where she was safe and sound with her tiny dog Stiles stared at the bible in her hand, narrowing his eyes at it.

"Wait, hang on. Let me see this." Stiles avoided the question as he took the bible from Lydia.

He flicked open the bible to the page where he'd seen a piece of paper hanging out of the edge, moving over to the bed where he threw the bible while he opened the folded up piece of paper. The three girls gathered around him, peering over his shoulder to look at the news article in his hand. 28-YEAR-OLD MAN HANGS HIMSELF AT THE INFAMOUS GLEN CAPRI.

Stiles threw the article on the bed after noticing it wasn't the only piece of paper hanging out of the bible, while he began searching for all the other papers stashed in between its holy pages Nova and Allison picked up the article on the bed to investigate it further. Eventually, Stiles resorted to shaking the bible above the bed allowing article after article to sprinkle down onto the dusty sheets, each of them grabbing one to read aloud. All suicides. All here in Glen Capri. And to make matters worse, all of them took place in this very room. 217.

"What if every room has a bible?" Allison asked.

"And what if every bible has news articles about the suicides that happened in that room?" Kinsey added. Both were very much possible theories. They were on a roll tonight.

A stifled laugh came from the boy in the room as he joked about the articles being left in the room rather than the conventional mint or chocolate under the pillow. Just another thing to prove that something was extremely wrong with this place. But unlike usual, the three girls weren't in the mood for humor. How could they be?

Lydia looked down at the old article in her hand once again, reading over the number 217 thinking about the theory that Allison and Kinsey had come up with. "What if the room next door has the one about the couple?" She questioned as she looked between the three of them.

It took a matter of seconds for the redhead's question to sink in before Kinsey and Stiles were racing towards the door ready to test that theory with the other two girls rushing behind them. The two stopped at the door of room 216, jimmying the handle to try and pry the door open again. Unlike the first time, the three girls had rushed to the room, able to walk straight into it with ease they weren't able to this time, the door was locked. It wasn't possible.

Allison had suggested leaving the articles and focusing on getting the other supernaturals out of here before it was too late. Despite their desperation to test whether every room had the bibles and articles, they all agreed to follow Allison's suggestion. Stiles had begun rushing across the balcony to his room that he was sharing with Scott but within two steps his feet had been stalled by the sound of a whirring machine coming from room 216 where Kinsey, Allison, and Lydia still stood with their eyes widened enough they resembled UFOs.

"I'm not the only one who heard that, am I?" Lydia mumbled, looking at the one who had heard the same as her once before. Considering Kinsey looked just as horrified as she felt, she had to assume that Kinsey had in fact heard the sound of a machine whirring from inside room 216.

"It sounds like someone turned the handsaw on." Allison followed.

"Handsaw?" Stiles yelled in disbelief as she rushed to stand back beside them. The fact that this room contained a handsaw was a detail that the three girls had failed to mention.

"We need to get in there now."

"Move back," Kinsey warned. After being crowned the fastest hunter to ever complete the little test that her uncle had put her and Allison in she assumed that she would be best suited to the job of kicking the door down, or she just had to get to it before Stiles even attempted to put his foot through it first. Nobody had objections as they did as they were told, giving the girl space.

Within seconds her foot was colliding with the door, swinging it open to reveal Ethan in the middle of the room, shirtless, holding the whirring handsaw high ready to tear himself to shreds. Even a werewolf wouldn't survive that injury. Stiles had been the first to rush into the room as he yelled at the wolf to stop. He lunged towards him, ending up playing tug of war with the wolf, the machinery acting as their rope. Both boys strained as they tried to pull it in their direction.

Lydia's eyes followed the wire from the handsaw in their hands to the wall beside the door, pulling out the plug from its socket just as Ethan let go of the machinery causing Stiles to fall with it in his hand. Kinsey had lunged forward grabbing Stiles's hoodie to pull him up before his face had ended up on the handsaw as it continued to wire before stopping completely. The girl's grip on his hoodie had pulled them both to the floor while Ethan stood tall still.

The Alpha extended his claws placing both of them across his waist as he prepared to tear himself open. Stiles jumped up from the floor, grabbing one arm while Allison took the other, both pulling Ethan's arms towards them hoping to get his claws away from him. All three of them struggled as the Alpha tried to fling them off, and once he had he'd lost his balance, he fell forward causing himself to land on the heater. As his skin sizzled the wolf fell to the ground, his painful scream echoing through the room as Kinsey and Lydia dropped down to check on him.

And just like that. He snapped out of it.

"What just happened?" Ethan asked as he jumped up from the floor looking at the four of them.

None had quite been able to gather the words in time before the Alpha rushed out of the room, even after Stiles had called his name ready to explain as best as he could the Alpha continued to run straight into his room, not prepared to talk about what had just happened. It would be a thing of the past. Like it never happened.

"What now?" Lydia asked as they all stood outside.

Allison set up a plan, despite every horror they had ever seen, and scooby-doo, the four of them would split up. She and Kinsey would look for Scott while Lydia and Stiles would go get Isaac and Boyd, all of them would pack up their things and get out of here as quick as possible. It was the best thing they could do before it was too late.

Kinsey and Allison had searched everywhere that their two combined minds could think of. Every inch of the room the wolf was sharing with Stiles, including the bathroom. By the vending machine, the ice machine, the reception, the parking lot. Their own motel room. Everywhere. The two had stopped for a moment on the balcony, looking out across the motel hoping that they may see him walking across the parking lot again, that they had somehow missed him. Allison paced up and down the balcony outside of the room mumbling to herself as she tried to think of other places that they may find the wolf, maybe it was another effect of Glen Capri but her mind was blank, she couldn't concentrate with everything going on. Ethan trying to perform surgery on himself with a handsaw, Kinsey apparently seeing herself with glowing eyes, Lydia hearing voices, articles about every death that had happened here hidden in bibles.

As the younger brunette stood still, looking over the balcony she thought she heard something. Dripping. It wasn't raining, based on what she had seen of Fairvale it didn't look as though the town had seen rain in a long time. But she was sure she could hear dripping. Like a leaky tap. She looked up at the small roof hanging over her head, it was bone dry, there were no pipes to drip water over her head, there was no sign of water anywhere.

"Everything okay, Kins?" Allison asked, watching the girl with concern.

"Do you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

Kinsey's head quickly turned at the sound of a wailing baby. She couldn't figure out where the sound was coming from, she quickly pressed her ear against room 216, it seemed to be the common denominator tonight, but the room was silent. Allison continued to watch her cousin as she walked across the balcony to press her ear against every door, she didn't speak, allowing the brunette to continue hearing whatever it was she could hear. A woman was talking to her baby, shouting at it, begging it to stop crying as the sound of running water began growing even louder. Now she realized it wasn't just the drip of a leaky tap, but the sound of someone running a bath. The woman she could hear was becoming more desperate, pain in her voice as she tried to figure out what the wailing baby wanted.

The brunette had pressed her ear against a few doors, every single one on this side of the balcony, none of them had the noise she was looking for. Most of them were silent, everyone else who had come on this meet had had the right idea to go straight to sleep, not to think too much about the hygiene standards of the hotel room.

Allison couldn't stay quiet anymore, she was freaking out.

"Kinsey you're scaring me, what can you hear?"

"A baby crying." She said softly, moving back to the rail of the balcony where the voices had seemed to be clearer, the woman continued to shout at her baby mercilessly. "And water. Running water." Kinsey continued, only concerning Allison more. Kinsey stopped talking, listening closely to the female voice she could hear. It's time to sleep. We're both going to sleep now. She heard, her eyes filling up with tears, her breath had become shakier until she was edging on a full-fledged panic. "She's drowning the baby."

Allison repeated asked the brunette who she was talking about, who was drowning the baby, how she knew this, where they were, anything that could give her more information about the things that Kinsey and only Kinsey could seem to hear but the girl was frozen in horror unable to answer any of the questions, even if she wanted to, she had no idea where it was coming from. It was as though someone was playing a recording in her head, a horrible one at that. Kinsey's eyes turned to Allison, glossed over by her tears as she realized why she could hear it, it wasn't because of the baby, a baby who had probably died her a long time ago. Just like the couple who had completed their death pact in room 216. But this was now.

"Someone's drowning."

When the huntress had gotten to Isaac and Boyd's room the door was wide open allowing her to see straight through it and to the bathroom where she could see her redhead best friend kneeling beside the tub. Kinsey rushed straight to Lydia, coming to a sharp stop as she reached the doorway to see Boyd lay in the bathtub beneath the water, a safe on top of him to keep him there. She felt as her heart sank to her stomach, a pained whimper escaping from her mouth as she clutched her stomach, covering her own mouth as she looked at him in shock.

She mumbled a series of "Oh, my God's" as she dropped down to the side of the tub, wrapping her arms around the heavy safe in the hopes that she would be able to lift it, she didn't know why she thought she was capable of lifting a safe, for many reasons it seemed stupid for her to even try. She was, somewhat human, whatever it was that she found herself apparently being, it wasn't something with super strength, and if Boyd could lift this safe, there was no chance that she would be able to. Her bones would snap under its weight. Even Lydia tried again after already attempting to lift it with Stiles, much like that time, they weren't having much success.

"Where the hell is Stiles?" A straining brunette asked, taking a large huff as she paused her attempts at lifting the safe. Her strength was no match for a human Boyd, and especially not a werewolf Boyd. This was the kind of job for Scott, who of course, was nowhere to be found.

"He's getting a road flare from the bus. Heat snaps them out of it."

"And where's this bus? Australia? Where the hell is he?" Kinsey strained again, giving it another attempt at lifting the safe on her own. She refused to give up and let Boyd die. She refused to let anyone else fall prey to these sacrifices, especially someone who she considered a friend, even if that feeling wasn't mutual, nobody was dying tonight.

Kinsey let out a frustrated and exhausted growl, almost a desperate plea for help as she stopped trying to lift the safe once again, resting her head on it. The sleeves of her and Lydia's jackets were soddened, their hopes slowly falling. She didn't know what to do, she didn't have the strength to do it, nobody who they could actually find did. She wasn't sure that, Lydia, Stiles, and Allison would even be able to do it if they all tried. Boyd was the strongest person she knew, their capabilities were no match for his.

"I got 'em! I got 'em!" Stiles's voice yelled as he ran back up to the room.

The two girls quickly pulled themselves off of the floor to meet him in the bedroom area of Boyd and Isaac's room, he held up two road flares in his hand, frantically spinning them around. He hadn't quite figured out how to use them, he had never had to before. He frantically began to ask the two girls how he did it, between Lydia's brains and Kinsey's skills as a hunter, and well, because of how devious she seemed to be, he assumed one of them would know answer.

"The cap, it's like a match. The cap's a match." The redhead quickly explained.

Stiles pulled the cap off of the flare, rubbing it against the flare waiting for it to ignite, he kept trying and trying, but there was nothing. His hands were shaking, he was terrified, terrified that they had already run out of time. None of them knew how long werewolves could survive underwater, and it surely couldn't be this long. They didn't know how long Boyd had already been in the bathtub before they had reached the room. Lydia snapped at the boy, hoping that by putting some pressure on him he would finally ignite the flare, but he quickly shoved it in Kinsey's hands giving her the responsibility. She hadn't even had a chance to freak out about being given the flare, she was too consumed by her fear that her first instinct was to just continue what Stiles had been doing. With one scrape of the cap against the flare, it had ignited, shining brightly in their ears leaving a red glow on all of their faces.

"Whoa," Stiles mumbled, his eyes widening at the sight as he took a step back.

Kinsey rushed into the bathroom towards Boyd, Stiles, and Lydia following closely behind her, watching as she shoved the ignited flare underneath the water without further hesitation, it was just inches from his face, the head had to be radiating onto his skin, even beneath the water. His eyes lit up their bright yellow as he looked straight at Kinsey through the water. Kinsey quickly stumbled back, dropping the flare as Stiles pulled her back by her leather jacket, Lydia holding onto him. All three of them were pressed against the bathroom door as Stiles held his arms across both of the girls as a shield, watching as Boyd threw the safe off of himself causing the metal to scrape against the floor. As soon as the weight had been lifted she sprung up out of the water with a loud roar escaping his mouth.

He took a moment to catch his breath again before looking to the three by the door who was breathing large sighs of relief, thankful that Stiles's theory of heat snapping them out of it had actually worked. Now Boyd was safe, and Allison was looking and had hopefully found Scott, only one person was left before they could all get out of here.

"Kinsey," Lydia spoke up, breaking the silence. She didn't say anything else, but her eyes guided the brunette towards one of the beds in the room behind them.

It was as if Lydia had read her mind, knowing that she was wondering where Isaac was. Kinsey grabbed the flare from the bathroom floor while Stiles and Lydia helped Boyd out of the tub, making sure that he was okay. Kinsey walked towards the bed that the redhead's eyes guided her to, she kneeled down on the floor, lifting up the sheet that hung over the bed to see Isaac cowering beneath it, his eyes were wide with fear as he looked at her, slightly moving away. She spoke to him softly as she reassured him that she wasn't going to hurt him, that it was just her. Clearly he had been seeing a few things of his own that had made him fear his life, the sweat that dripped from his skin had been a clear indicator that whatever it was had shaken him to his core. As Isaac looked at her she quickly showed him the ignited flare, snapping him out of it.

Once the wolf had climbed out of the bed Stiles gave both him and Boyd a quick run-through of everything that had happened, and in summary, how desperately they needed to pack up their things and to make it urgent. The two wolves nodded, already beginning to grab their sports bags, throwing their clothes into them, they weren't going to argue with it after almost facing their own deaths.

Kinsey, Stiles, and Lydia headed back out the door leaving Isaac and Boyd to pack as they raced towards Scott's room once again, hoping to find him and Allison packing up a bag, but the door was wide open and the room was empty. After that first stop, the three began running around the motel checking all of the places that Kinsey had checked earlier with Allison in case he had appeared in one of them. Lastly, in their least favorite room 216, it was during their frantic running to the room that they ran head-on into Allison who, unfortunately, was alone.

"You haven't found him yet?" Lydia questioned her, this wasn't good.

"No. Have you?" Allison asked.

"No." The group of three answered in unison.

Scott really had become a magician. The four of them rushed out of the room again, running towards the parking lot hoping to get a better view of Glen Capri, maybe the fresh air would be able to let all five of them think clearly at where Scott McCall would hide if he were planning to unwillingly be part of a suicidal sacrifice. Kinsey had been at the front of the group, rushing down the metal stairs that rumbled beneath the weight of all four of them, it clearly wasn't made to have so many people on it at once. And this motel wasn't ever supposed to have this many guests at a time. It was unnatural.

"It's happening to him too, isn't it?" Stiles asked as he rushed behind Kinsey.

"It has to be." Lydia followed. "Didn't you say there was another flare on the bus?"

"Yeah, I'll get it."

Stiles collided into the back of the huntress who stopped in her tracks, causing a domino effect as Allison and Lydia collided with him, and one another. Across the parking lot, a few feet from the bus they'd rode here on stood Scott. His back was facing them, but they could see a low flame beside him from one of the road flares, the one that Stiles had left on the bus. At his feet was a puddle, but everywhere else was dry, like Kinsey noticed earlier, it didn't look like this town had seen rain in a long time. All four of them slowly approached the wolf, walking around the mysterious puddle until they were facing Scott who stood with his head bowed, his hair dripping. It was when they'd reached him they were able to see the canister of gasoline at the edge of the puddle, confirming that it wasn't just some mysterious puddle of water.

It was Scott's escape route.

"Scott," Allison mumbled, a crack in her voice.

After all of the things she had seen tonight, she thought that when they would find Scott she wouldn't be affected because she knew that they would be able to break him out of it. But seeing it was much worse than thinking about it. This was reality. His hair dripping with the gasoline he'd poured over himself, the flare he had lit in hand, a puddle at his feet ready to be set alight. Tears had filled their eyes, even Scott's, he was aware of what he was doing, but he couldn't stop it. That voice in his head continued to tell him that this was the right thing to do.

He finally looked up at them. The flare held just a few inches away from his body as it sparked causing the five watching him to flinch, scared that it would happen before they'd even had a chance to try and stop the wolf.

"There's no hope." Scott finally spoken.

"What do you mean, Scott?" Allison asked as she shook her head.

She couldn't believe that she stood at the edge of a gasoline puddle that her first love stood in the middle of. Even though they had all known for a while now that this would happen tonight, like it had Boyd and Ethan, it wasn't really until now that it had truly hit for Allison. It wasn't real until she had seen how hard it was going to be to get him out of this. It wasn't as simple as Kinsey putting a fiery flare in his face. It was an impossible situation.

"There's always hope." She tried to comfort him, trying to believe her own words.

"Not for me." Scott disagreed, shaking his head. "Not for Derek." His voice croaked.

"Derek wasn't your fault," Kinsey insisted, a point she had tried to make a million times but now it meant more than it had on then. That wasn't a life or death situation, this was very much that. And Scott needed to know he was innocent in this. "You know Derek wasn't your fault."

"Every time I try to fight back, it just gets worse. People keep getting hurt. People keep dying."

"Scott, listen to me, okay?" Stiles pleaded as he stepped forward, closer to the gasoline. "This isn't you, all right? This is someone inside your head telling you to do this. Okay? Now..."

"What if it isn't? What if it is just me? What if doing this is actually the best thing that I could do for everyone else?" Scott asked them as he began to sob, making his breaths shaky. "It all started that night, the night I got bitten. You remember the way it was before that? You and me. We were... We were nothing. We weren't popular. We weren't good at lacrosse. We weren't important. We were no one. Maybe I should just be no one again." Scott continued. Kinsey watched as his every word hit Stiles deeper and deeper, with every "we" it brought back some form of memory of their old life. Before Lydia paid any attention to them. When they all didn't even know that Kinsey and Allison existed because they were in San Francisco. "No one at all." He said, moving the flare, preparing to drop it, preparing to end it all.

"Scott, just listen to me, okay? You're not no one. Okay, you're someone, you're... Scott, you're my best friend. Okay? And I need you." Stiles said tearfully as he stepped closer and closer to the wolf, stepping straight into the gasoline pool, but he didn't care. He didn't need someone to be inside of his head to know that if his best friend died tonight it wouldn't be alone. "Scott, you're my brother. All right, so... So if you're gonna do this, then I think you're just going to have to take me with you." He insisted as he placed his hand on the flare as he looked straight at the wolf.

Kinsey, Allison, and Lydia looked at one another with tears in their eyes. The relationship that Scott and Stiles shared was the one that they shared, each of them questioned what they were supposed to do. What they would do if it were them in this situation, if one of them stood where Scott stood, would the other two step into that pile of gasoline too? Would they be willing to die for each other if it came to it?

Stiles placed his other hand on the flare, slowly peeling it away from Scott as the three girls on the edge of the gasoline watched with lumps in their throats. As he threw the flare away from them their breaths stopped as it flung through the air landing out of the pool of gasoline. Away from Scott. Away from Stiles. Kinsey had breathed the slightest breath of relief before she felt a gush of wind brush past her face. Her eyes darted straight to the flare on the ground as it began to move. Blowing straight back towards the gasoline where the two boys still stood. Lydia had noticed it too. And it was now a race against time.

Time had been one of their worst enemies tonight.

"No!" Kinsey screamed at the top of her lungs, rushing towards the two boys.

All of them had. Stiles had wrapped his arms around Scott, before being pushed to the ground by Kinsey. Allison and Lydia had dropped to the ground beside them, shielding their heads from the blat of heat from the large fire.

As the blast of heat across every inch of their skin died down the four on the floor raised their heads, looking into the bright light that the fire emitted, they expected to be blinded by it, to be overwhelmed by its heat. But they weren't. Between them and the fiery explosion caused by the gasoline stood a shield, a barrier, they could see it clearly as the bright orange flames hit against it, desperate to escape the confinement it had been put in.

At the foot of the shield stood the brunette missing from the pile of bodies that had dropped to the floor in a desperate attempt to escape the blast. Her hands were held up high, her eyes filled with tears as she stared at what she had created, a slight smile across her face. This was it. She could feel it. Never had she felt something so great, it was euphoric, relieving.

When the flames died down, fizzling out into nothing Kinsey dropped her hands, falling back into a set of arms that quickly rushed to grab the exhausted girl who smiled, quite delusionally. Whatever she had just done, however, she had created that shield that protected them all, it had taken everything inside of her, but it felt amazing. She would always remember this night.

"What the hell was that?" Boyd asked, looking at the girl who stood wrapped in Isaac's arms, all of them stared at the space where the fire had been, all wondering the same thing as the rest of the group pulled themselves off of the ground to look at the girl.

Kinsey smiled. "What I've been waiting for."

-☽○☾-

The seven teenagers piled back onto the bus with their bags thrown over their shoulders, all of them prepared to forget about what happened tonight and to sleep it all off. Nothing that happened tonight would be spoken of again, other than Kinsey, none of them were willing to let that go. But she didn't have much to tell them. She hardly knew anything, but what she was sure of was that thing Deaton had told her to wait for, she could feel it in her bones that it was the thing he had been waiting to happen. Which was why her first stop when they all got back to Beacon Hills was the animal clinic, now that it had happened she hoped he would give her all of the answers that he could. She'd been waiting long enough. But until then, all they could do was wait and sleep. They had all decided that sleeping on the bus that Stiles had already broken into seemed like a better option than the motel, not only because it was probably cleaner, but they couldn't risk going through it all again.

Boyd and Isaac had headed straight to the back of the bus to sleep, their two long bodies stretching out across the seats, it took a matter of seconds for the two of them to fall asleep after a long two nights. Scott had taken a seat up for himself, Stiles and Kinsey taking the seats behind him while Allison and Lydia sat across from them. All of them sat there for a moment, looking at the roof of the bus, taking a deep breath, finally having a chance to try and comprehend all of tonight's events. There were certainly a lot of them.

Before they knew it Scott's head was resting on his jacket, pressed against the window as he slept soundly. Allison and Lydia's heads were resting on each other as they too fell into a deep sleep that they had been waiting for all day.

Kinsey and Stiles, however, the two of them sat with their heads back, waiting for their turn at falling asleep rather than thinking about everything that had happened tonight.

"So..." Stiles mumbled, turning his head to look at the brunette beside him. With all the things that had happened, she couldn't even begin to guess what was the first thing he would bring up. Usually, she would have assumed it would be the revelation of her being able to create some kind of invisible shield to protect them all, but she couldn't be sure that that would be his first topic tonight. "How long have you and Isaac been a thing?"

Kinsey turned to the boy, her sleepy eyes widening as she looked at him. Surely Scott couldn't have told him, he had been much too busy to be running around gossiping about her and Isaac's secret... thing.

"Stiles, I- I'm sorry. I should have told you." Kinsey quickly apologized. "I just-"

"You don't have to apologize." Stiles interrupted her. "As long as your happy, I'm happy."

He knew he was lying through his teeth as he spoke, he could never be happy while seeing her with someone else. Even saying the words had sent a feeling of nausea through his body, he could have never imagined her with anyone but him, he'd hoped that when he had asked the question he had been gravely mistaken, that she would correct him with the excuse of them just being friends. He knew better than to think that. The only reason he had been able to tell was because of the way the two of them looked at each other when Isaac had rushed to her side, catching her when she dropped the protective shield. He knew that look that they had shared at that moment because it used to be a look reserved for them when things weren't so confusing between the two of them. Before they had spent a whole summer apart if he could go back now, he would, he would have fought for her before she ended up with someone else.

Her happiness meant a lot to him, he really did want her to be happy. But just with him.

With a smile Kinsey grabbed a hold of the boy's hand, thanking him softly as she lay her head on his shoulders, now, she felt prepared to drift off into that sleep. She didn't know what she had been so worried about, she should have known that she would have his support, even after everything they had been through, Stiles had only ever tried to make sure that she was safe and happy, and she was. If Stiles could be okay with the idea of her and Isaac, and whatever it was the two of them shared, surely everyone else would be. Maybe not her Uncle Chris, but he was too protective to ever be okay with anyone she or Allison dated, even a prince wouldn't be up to his standards.

"I don't want to know. I really don't want to know." Coach announced from the front of the bus waking up the seven teenagers from their deep slumber, all looking at him with bleary eyes. "But in case you missed the announcement, the meet's canceled. So we're going home." Coach yelled at them as they sat up in their seats, none were quite awake enough to ask any questions about the meet, frankly, none of them cared enough to.

"I never thought I'd say this. But I miss Beacon Hills." Stiles said with a stifled laugh, quickly molding into a yawn as he stretched out across the seat and Kinsey.

His yawn was cut off by the brunette beside him who knudged him in his side, his attention was quickly drawn to a particular Alpha werewolf who'd plopped himself in the free space beside Scott, even Scott was confused about Ethan's presence as he turned to look at the two behind him. The Alpha hadn't spoken a word when he sat down, he just simply... sat. Kinsey and Stiles looked at one another before looking back to Ethan, patiently waiting for him to finally spit out a sentence before they made one of their sarcastic remarks.

Ethan looked up slightly, indicating that he was finally going to speak. Kinsey and Stiles sat forward in their seats, anticipating what he had to say. A thank you maybe, for them saving his life, even Alpha werewolves were capable of that, right?

"I don't know what happened last night, but I'm pretty sure you saved my life."

Kinsey and Stiles scoffed. Scott? They loved him, but come on. He wasn't even there when Ethan had tried to become a surgeon. Stiles was fast to correct the wolf. "Actually, I saved your life." He stated, receiving a look from Scott. "Not that it matters that much."

"Minor detail." Kinsey nodded in agreement.

Ethan chose to ignore the two behind them, their participation in this conversation was irrelevant, unnecessary, he was here to talk to Scott and repay him for "saving his life." Because of that deed that the wolf never actually did, Ethan agreed to repay him with some information. The three didn't quite understand what information he could give to them unless it was how to take down his entire pack, which seemed unlikely.

"We're pretty sure Derek's still alive." Ethan said blankly, watching as Scott's face dropped, and in turn, the jaws of the two who sat eavedropping on the conversation from the seat behind them. They had tried to be discreet, if discreet meant sitting so far forward that their chins were touching the backs of the seats. "But he killed one of ours. That means one of two things can happen. Either he joins our pack..."

"And kills his own." Scott mumbled, his eyes slyly looking to the back of the bus where the two betas belonging to Derek's pack sat, both beknownst to what was in store for them.

"Or Kali goes after him, and we kill him." Ethan added. "That's the way it works."

Ethan began standing up from the chair, he had given them his warning, there was nothing else he needed to say to Scott, or the two who were making themselves a part of it, he had told them how it worked. How in their world it was very much an eye for an eye. Even after Stiles had pointed out how barbaric their code of ethics was, that was how it worked and the Alpha returned back to his seat. Leaving the three of them to sit back and consider the next plan of action, there was never a day off when it came to Beacon Hills, even when they weren't in the town they had to plan for what they would do when they got back. With a sigh Stiles moved to sit beside Scott, prepared to annoy him the entire way home about the information Ethan had given them leaving Kinsey on her own. At least she wouldn't have to listen about his dead behind this time.

"Coach!" Lydia's voice shouted across the bus as she quickly stood up from her seat to block the man from walking down the aisle. They all turned to look at the redhead. "Can I see your whistle for a second?" She asked, already taking it from around his neck.

The redhead sat down beside Kinsey with the whistle in her hand. She placed it in her mouth as she cupped her hands around it, as the other four watched her she gave it a small but strong blow. Just like she expected, as she opened her hand to show it to them there was a small pile of wolfsbane.

"So every time Coach blew the whistle on the bus, Scott, Isaac, Boyd..."

"Kinsey." Allison added, Scott didn't quite know what she meant by that. He hadn't been entirely caught up on what happened while he was in his own wolfsbane trance.

"And Ethan." Lydia joined in.

"We all enhaled it." Scott chimed in.

Kinsey corrected the wolf. "Poisoned by it. That's how the darach did it. He got in our heads." She mumbled, a frightening thought.

Stiles quickly grabbed the whislte out of Lydia's hands before leaning over Scott to throw the whistle out of the window, leaving it on the parking lot of Glen Capri, that was where it deserved to be. They didn't need anything to act as a keepsake of this place or last night. They would never return to the forbidden town of Fairvale, California.

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