010 — SATOMI

Laura sat in Argents car as he drove to the Veterinarian Clinic where he knew Derek was. It wasn't safe for Laura to be with him now that the Calaveras are tailing him.

He stopped the car outside of the clinic sighing before turning to the girl who continued to glare at him much like she did for the whole journey.

"What do you want me to do?" He asked her.

"They know where my Father is" She tells him, keeping her glare on her face. She just wanted her Father back and no one is helping her to find him.

Chris shook his head before sighing "We don't know that. They may know where he is but Calaveras are clever they know what to say to get what they want and right now they want you." Chris told her but it obviously wasn't what she wanted to hear.

She starts to yell in Spanish at him. Angry that he won't let her go and look for her Father.

"Okay look." He told her sternly "We are trying to track down your Father but it's going to take some time. The Calaveras they will not help you. They want to use you to get your Father and they will not let you two see each other"

Laura folds her arms as she huffs back into her seat.

"We will find a solution. For now, stay with Derek" He said going to place a hand on her shoulder in reassurance but she glared at him causing him to pull it back. She grabbed her rucksack before forcefully opening the door and slamming it behind her as she proceeded into the Clinic.

A few minutes later, Laura made a face of disgust as she watched Derek and Stiles try to hold down a boy who was vomiting everywhere.

Stiles grunted as he struggled to keep the boy still "What the hell is happening to this kid?"

"He's been poisoned by a rare wolfsbane" Deaton informed him as he walked over to the table. "I need to make an incision and you need to hold him as still as possible." He told both Derek and Stiles as the boys body was still moving around the table.

"Hey, Derek, how about a little werewolf strength?" Stiles asked him sarcastically.

"Yeah, I'm not the only one here with werewolf strength" He replied gesturing to the boy on the table.

Deaton sighed "If you can't hold him still, the incision might kill him" He told them both, giving Derek a pointed look.

The boy grunted as he threw up some more.

"I think he's slipping. I don't think I can hold him." Stiles confessed.

Brett suddenly came to his senses as his eyes stopped glowing and he threw them all off before going to jump off the table but before he could Laura sighed getting up as she closed her comic book and walked up to him and forced him back down holding his body still before someone moved her out of the way and knocked him unconscious.

Laura looked up at Peter who's eyes glowed. Stiles looked shocked and Derek looked towards his Uncle with caution.

"I guess I still have a little werewolf strength myself." Peter confessed amused causing Laura to crack a smile.

Derek looked confused "Yeah, maybe more than a little." He wondered why his Uncle was getting stronger when he was only getting weaker as if it was somehow connected. He looked down at the scratches the boy gave him seeing that they still hadn't healed.

Stiles leant over Brett. "Hey, Doc, I don't think he's breathing."

Deaton kneeled down beside Brett before taking his scalp and making an incision down his chest. A puff of smoke was released as Brett started to breathe again.

Laura's eyes flickered between Derek and Peter as Peters eye caught the scratches on Derek's arm before they healed.

"Is he okay?" Stiles asked.

"I think he'll be fine, but he'll probably be out for a while." Deaton replied as Peter looked from Derek to the boy on the floor who appeared to be whispering something.

"Guys, can you hear that?" Stiles asked "I think he's saying something."

"The sun...the moon...the truth" Brett continued to whisper.

Laura looked confused not knowing what it meant before Deaton started to speak.

"Three things cannot long be hidden. The sun, the moon, and the truth. It's Buddhist" He said looking towards Derek who shared a knowing look with Peter.

"Satomi" Peter replied thinking of the older Alpha.

~

Laura stood with Derek in the school waiting for Malia who was a werecoyote. Laura liked her, she was the first one out of them all who was nice to her.

"What are you doing here? And why do you have Laura?" Malia asked Derek before smiling at the girl.

"Brett's still out of it. I need to find his pack and earn them about the dead pool. Laura's with me because I don't trust Peter and people are still after her." Derek explained.

"So what do you need me for?" Malia asked wondering why out of everyone Derek came to her.

"I know a little something about this pack. They have a kind of secret meeting place in the woods. No ones spent more time in the woods of Beacon Hills than you. This is Brett's" He said as he threw her a lacrosse jersey.

"Breathe it in." He told her.

Malia shook her head "I'm not good at that yet" She confessed.

"Try it. I'll teach you." Derek said as Malia complied lifting the jersey to her face and sniffing it.

"Focus on the different scents. Some are tied to identity. Others give off an emotion." He explained as she focused on the scent before looking back up at the pair and nodding.

Laura sniffed the air but all she could smell was wet socks.

~

Derek stopped his Toyota in the middle of the woods.  They got out as Derek began to talk "Their Alpha is a woman named Satomi. She's one of the oldest werewolves alive. And she's learned a lot." He told Malia.

"What does that mean?" Malia asked as they continued walking.

"She's a bitten werewolf. Learning control wasn't easy for her. She did something a long time ago that changed her. The quote is a mantra, it helps them with control." He replied.

Laura stopped suddenly as she smelt something causing Malia to stop too.

"What is it?" Derek asked them knowing that he couldn't sense what they could anymore.

"Gunpowder." Laura spoke, familiar with the smell.

Malia took a step forward looking at the ground as Derek crouched down picking up a fallen bullet shell.

"If Brett's pack is out here, I don't think they're meeting. They're hiding."

~

As it reached nightfall the trio headed back to Derek's car.

"I'm sorry" Malia apologized as they got into the car.

"There's nothing to be sorry about. If they don't want to be found, then we're not going to find them. Some werewolves have an ability. A kind of mastery over their bodies where they can actually inhibit their scent." Derek told her explaining what they can do.

Malia just looked annoyed "They can hide from other werewolves?"

"From anyone who's trying to find them." Derek nodded.

"So that's why nobody knew about Brett." Malia concluded.

"Same with Demarco." Derek added.

Malia looked back at Laura. "And Laura?" She asked wondering if it was the same.

Derek shook his hand "Laura's not a werewolf, she's a mutant. She can't hide her scent because she doesn't have one like werewolves do."

"Well, maybe we need to try something different. Maybe we need to think like Stiles." She suggested.

"Like a hyperactive spaz?" Derek asked not convinced with her plan. Laura giggles at Derek's description of the boy.

"Like a detective" Malia corrected him. "If they're really Buddhists, then maybe instead of asking where werewolves hide, we should be asking..."

"Where would Buddhists hide." Derek finished for her.

He then looked at the compass on his dashboard "When Buddha sat under the Bodhi tree, he looked to the east for enlightenment." Derek said.

"Is there some kind of eastern point in Beacon Hills?" She asked.

"Yeah" Derek nodded "At lookout point."

~

Laura followed Derek and Malia out to the look out point. Both girls stopped as Laura grabbed Derek's hand causing him to stop.

"Laura?" He asked.

"You don't smell that?" Malia asked him, but Laura knew that he didn't.

Derek placed a hand on their shoulders "Wait for me. Right here." He told them as he walked in the direction Malia was on about.

As Derek got closer he saw all the slaughtered bodies littering the ground. Laura and Malia soon caught up to Derek and looked at all of the bodies.

"What happened?" Malia asked him.

"I think they might of been poisoned" He said not quite sure but from the liquid coming out of their nose and mouth it would be the only logical reason.

"That's great. If assassins with guns don't get you, then the ones with wolfsbane poison will. Or maybe one with no mouth. Maybe we should all be running from Beacon Hills. Running for our lives, as fast as we can." Malia said and Laura couldn't help but feel like she sounded like Peter at that moment as the girl turned around and placed a hand on Laura's back as they started to walk back.

Derek was about to follow them when he heard faint breathing. A hand was held up as a woman groaned in pain. Derek recognized her as the woman he had hired to find Kate, Braeden.

~

Lydia and Stiles sat around a laptop trying to figure out the third cipher key for the dead pool.

"Okay, well, we know one thing. Both of the first two keys, Allison and Aiden, they're both names of the dead. Right?" Stiles recalls as he paces up and down the room.

Lydia sighs "But we've already tried every other dead person's name we could think of. And if you haven't noticed, there were a lot of tries"

"Yeah, I noticed" Stiles replied.

"You okay?" He asked as he saw the look on Lydia's face.

"The only other Banshee I've ever met. And I think I might have just drove her over the edge." She said feeling guilty about Meredith.

"Lydia, it wasn't your fault. I was there, too. And you're probably not the only..." He cuts himself off as he realizes something. "Hold on. Banshees predict death." Lydia nods "Right? So what if the third key is someone who isn't dead..."

"But will be" Lydia says as she exhales.

She puts her focus back onto the laptop. Closing her eyes as she lets her banshee instincts take over, her hands typing out a name.

When she opens her eyes and they both look at the screen one name is written; LOGAN.

She presses enter as it works deciphering the third part of the dead pool.

"Call Parrish. We need to call Parrish...and then Derek..." She tells Stiles as they both look at each other.

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