Faline joins her two friends in the locker room as Coach Finstock speaks up.
"Let's go!" Coach Finstock calls. "I have an announcement. Gather round. Quicker! Danny put a shirt on. Stilinski, Michaels that means you"
"I'm not even on the team," Faline says.
"You spend enough time in here to be a nonplaying member" Coach says. "Like Stilinski. Let's go, Gather round. Listen up. Police are asking for help on a missing child advisory. It's a sick girl, roaming around, totally naked"
Boys laugh and whistle and Faline scoffs in disgust at their behavior.
"Now it's supposed to get below forty degrees tonight," Coach says. "I don't know about you but the last time it was that cold and I was running around naked, I lost a testicle to exposure"
Faline presses a hand to the end of her nose to hide her amused smile.
"Now I don't want the same thing happening to some innocent girl"
"That's not anatomically possible," Faline says.
"Police are organizing search parties for tonight," Coach says. "Sign up, find the missing girl, you get an automatic A in my classes"
"But" Faline calls. "If a single one of you lays a hand on Lydia that is unhonourable in any way. I will personally hunt you down and cut the offending hand and your dick off, okay?"
The boys all nod and Faline smiles.
"Glad we understand each other boys," Faline says.
"If Lydia wants to take a naked hike in the woods," Jackson says. "Why should I care?"
"Jackson," Faline says. "Just- Just dial down the Jacksonness for like five seconds please? For me?"
"Because," Scott says. "We have a pretty good idea that she might be, you know, turning"
"Turning?" Jackson asks.
"Yeah," Scott says. "Turning"
"Into?"
"A unicorn," Stiles says. "What do you think, dumbass?"
"Well, I think that if Lydia's turning, she's not the one that's gonna need help," Jackson says.
"What do you mean?" Scott asks.
"Oh god," Jackson says. "You've got it all backward McCall. When I was with Lydia, you should have seen the scratch marks she left on me. What do you think she's gonna do with a real set of claws? Heh"
"That's an extreme, unnecessary overshare," Faline says.
"I'll text you later," Jackson says to his friend before walking away.
"Not if it's about your sex life" Faline calls after him.
"Why are you even friends with him?" Stiles asks.
"Because he can be nice," Faline asks. "It's just buried extremely far down. So there's corpses, molten lava, then Jackson's kindness. Far down"
The trio is sat in Harris' class as he hands out papers as Stiles speaks up.
"It's causing me severe mental anguish to say this" Stiles begins. "But he's right"
"I know" Scott replies.
"What if the next body part stolen is from someone alive?" Faline asks. "Then the Argents won't hesitate to kill her. Even if it isn't Lydia"
"This is a pop quiz Mr. Stilinski, Miss Michaels," Mr. Harris says. "If I hear either of your voices again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career"
"Can you do that?" Stiles asks.
"Well, there it is again," Harris says. "Your voice. Triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently. I'll see you at three for detention. You too Mr. McCall and Miss Michaels?"
"No sir," Scott and Faline say.
Faline runs after Jackson as Mr. Harris sends her after him, quickly grabbing her bag.
"Jackson!"
Faline follows him into the toilet to reveal black blood dripping from his nose.
"Help me," Jackson says, pressing tissues to his nose. "Take the pain or something please"
"Asinta mulaf hinto, sho bala" Faline mutters holding Jackson's arm gently.
There's a knock on the door.
"I'm fine Danny, just go back to class. Faline's got me covered" Jackson says, a knock sounds again. "Just give me a second, okay? I said give me a freaking second"
"There's nothing else I can do," Faline says, handing Jackson some more tissue before using some to clean her hands.
The lock breaks off the door and the pair are pulled out of the cubicle.
"Derek," Jackson says.
"You're looking a little pale there, Jackson," Derek says. "You feeling okay?"
"Never better," Jackson says.
"If something's wrong," Derek says. "I need to know. You're with me now"
"Wait. With you?" Jackson asks. "Me with you? What am I, your little pet? I mean, just because you gave me the bite doesn't mean I'm part of your little wolf pack"
"That's exactly what it means idiot," Faline says.
"Sorry," Jackson says, ignoring Faline who just rolls her eyes. "But to be honest, you don't exactly show outstanding leadership qualities"
"Is that so?" Derek asks and Faline moves back.
"Look, I've got my own agenda," Jackson says. "Which doesn't involve running around the woods at night, howling at the moon with you and McCall. So why don't you just back-"
Derek uses two fingers to turn Jackson's head to the side to reveal black blood leaving his ears.
"What is it? What's happening?" Jackson asks.
"Body's fighting the bite," Derek says before turning to Faline. "Can you stop this?"
"I know how to accelerate or decelerate a transformation on a full moon or weaken an aggressive werewolf but not fix a rejection of the bite"
"Why?" Jackson asks.
"I don't know," Derek says, pulling Faline with him.
"What does it mean?" Jackson shouts.
Once the pair get into the hallway, Derek turns to face her.
"Do you have any idea what this could mean?" He asks.
"Either his body will stay human and expel all of the venom which is lethal or-" Faline says.
"Or what?" Derek asks.
"He could be turning into something else," Faline says.
"Like?"
"He could be becoming anything you read in fairy tales even a unicorn for all we know. We won't know until the full moon" Faline says.
"What else could he turn into?" Derek asks.
"Off the top of my head?" Faline says. "It depends. Childhood traumas that are never solved affect the bite could change him to anything. A Wendigo could be a possibility. They're shapeshifters like werewolves but they have an uncontrollable appetite for human flesh"
The pair begin to walk.
"A mutated werewolf gene can turn into anything," Faline says. "The gene feeds on you until it changes you, your DNA, your physiology"
"What does that mean?" Derek asks the witch.
"That we better pray that Jackson comes out of this human" Faline says.
"Or?"
"With a head as big as his. We'll be discovered and killed within a month, if not by the Argents then by another hunting family"