Isaac and I sat in detention with Allison behind us. I tapped my foot anxiously, absolutely despising being in detention. If I remember correctly, I may have only been in detention once with Stiles and Scott when we were trying to help Scott gain control of his powers. Oh yeah, there was also that time with Matt - that was a mess. Erica was still here back then. My heart dropped to my feet and I sighed sadly. Mr. Harris assigned the other kids jobs as he came to Allison, Isaac and I. "And the three of you will be restocking the janitor's closet." Isaac turned to Allison who dropped her pen before he sprung up and walked over to the teacher.

"Oh, Mr. Harris?" He then whispered, "Um...Does it have to be with her?"

"Which 'her' are you referring to?" He questioned.

"Uh, Allison," He turned back, looking between Allison and I before looking at Mr. Harris again.

"Now that I know you prefer not to...Yes, you have to be with her."

"Great." Isaac sighed sarcastically.

...

Allison opened the door for Isaac and I. I smiled at her, she sent me one back before it turned awkward as she looked at Isaac who looked around tentatively as he wheeled in some supplies.

We began unpacking the boxes, Isaac was on my left and Allison was on my right. It was like I was in the middle of a hot-people sandwich. "You doing okay?" I asked Isaac softly, noticing he was feeling uncomfortable in the small room. He nodded.

"Why wouldn't you be okay?" Allison questioned.

"Not a big fan of small spaces." Isaac replied with a shrug.

"Does anyone have any idea what this is?" I held something up but I had no clue what it was. Isaac and Allison tilted their heads, Allison squinting her eyes.

"No clue." Isaac responded. Before I could ask where I should put it, the door slammed shut and the lights flickered off, turning red instead of the previously off-white. I put the object on one of the shelves as Isaac flew towards the door, frantically twisting the handle as he muttered 'no' over and over again.

"Uh, maybe it locked from the outside." Allison suggested and I nodded. Isaac continued to wiggle the knob, pushing his body against the door.

"No, there's something against it." Isaac replied, he stepped away from the door and took of his cardigan. "Okay, okay, okay." He whispered to himself anxiously. I grabbed his shoulders and turned him to me, cupping his cheeks.

"Isaac, you're not there." I told him, referring to the freezer and he shook his head, taking in a shaky breath.

"No." He whimpered and turned from me to the door, leaning against it as he banged a couple of times. He kept banging, not listening to Allison or I as we continued to try and calm him down.

"Isaac." Allison called firmly, trying to get his attention. He began to kicked at the door, causing both Allison and I to become panicked. Isaac began screaming and punching at the door.

"Come on!" He screamed.

"Isaac!" I shouted. He stilled suddenly. Turning around, his yellow eyes pierced us with a predatory gaze and his fangs and claws were on full display. I grabbed Allison and pulled her behind me quickly with shaking hands. My wings burst from my back, making Allison jump in shock. My body lit up the room in a dull golden glow as my eyes sparked in colour, but I kept a sooting expression on my face.

"Isaac, please." I begged and he turned to us, I pushed Allison into the corner as he lunged at me. Allison screamed as she watched his attack. I threw my arms up in defence and felt his claws tear through the flesh of them. My lip went between my teeth as I bit it firmly to hold a scream back. A trembling gasp slipped through my lips as the pain rode through me like wildfire. Tears rolled down my cheeks and Isaac growled in my face again and I flinched. "Isaac, you're going to be okay." I told him quickly as he took his claws from my arms. He lashed at my face, a thin cut lined my cheekbone. "I'm here. It's going to be fine." I assured him through my tears. His hands came back down on my arms but just as they pierced the muscle, Scott ripped him from me and out of the closet. I let out a trembling breath and tried to cup my arms as the scarlet liquid slid down from the tears of my skin and onto the floor.

"Isaac!" Scott roared in a deep voice, making Isaac slacken in his grip and turn back into his normal human self. Allison took my shoulders and guided me out of the storage closet, my legs wobbling and threatening to give out beneath me. "Oh my God." Scott muttered once he saw the blood oozing from the scratches. "Rori-"

"Don't worry about it." I told him and he shook his head frantically.

"I'm sorry, I didn't... I didn't mean to do that." Isaac murmured regretfully.

"I have to get Stiles-" Scott began.

"Don't." I begged and he sighed.

"He's gonna find out anyway." I nodded.

"I know."

"I'm so sorry, Rori." Isaac told me sadly and I smiled at him and bent down to him.

"You have no reason to be, Isaac. It was out of your control." I assured him but he hung his head. "Besides, I'll heal."

"But it hurt you." He countered and I shrugged.

"I've been hurt before and I can guarantee you that I'll be hurt again." He just sighed and I looked up at Scott, standing straight as I tried to ignore the pain. "It's not his fault."

"I know." He agreed. "I guess now we know they want to do more than get you angry. They want to get someone hurt."

"So are we gonna do something?" Isaac questioned.

"Yeah." Scott answered. "I'm gonna get them angry. Really angry." The frantic squeaking of sneakers made our heads snap over, waiting for the owner to come into sight. We were all surprised to see Stiles standing before us. He stared at the floor in shock and I turned, seeing the trail of blood I left.

"I'm gonna have to clean that." I muttered awkwardly. Stiles' eyes bugged out of his head when he saw that the trail led to me. He rushed over.

"Holy crap, what happened? Are you okay?" He took my arms in his and saw the deep cuts. His breathing went uneven and I quickly took my arms away.

"Stiles, I'm fine-"

"This doesn't seem fine!" He shouted with panic thick in his voice.

"I'll heal." I assured him and felt the cut on my cheek clearing up. I quickly turned it to face Stiles and held a finger up, indicating towards it. "See?" It closed over. "I'm okay, I can already feel it healing." My eyes searched his worried face, they fell upon his eyes, his pale skin and his lips. I felt something trying to pull me towards him and it took all I had not to reach up and brush my lips against his own. I blinked furiously, snapping myself out of my thoughts. I cleared my throat, noticing we'd gotten closer and moved back a few steps. "I'm going to go and clean myself up." I said quietly before briskly walking off, the sound of my heels clicking quickly behind me.

...

"You know that there's a temple in Calcutta where they used to sacrifice a child every day." Stiles told us. Lydia had met up with me and helped me wash the blood off and thankfully by then it had stopped bleeding so I didn't need to get any bandages or anything but they still stung. "That's every day a dead baby, guys, every day! Hey, you want to know what today is? It's dead baby day. Oh, no, wait, that's every day, because every day is dead baby day, yay!"

"Why're you telling us this?" She questioned confused.

"Because Scott's dealing with the Alpha twins." Lydia stopped immediately and turned to him. "You don't know about the twins?" He questioned, noticing Lydia's confused expression.

"Alphas?"

"Ethan and Aiden." He added. She nodded and Stiles nodded back.

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, I knew about them." She said and we started walking again, I could tell that she didn't but decided not to say anything.

"Okay, okay, good. So look, here's what I'm thinking." He began. "I'm thinking that the murders maybe come in threes. Ancient people love things in threes, right? So maybe first it's three virgins, and then, I don't know, maybe it's three people who own dogs." Lydia and I came to a synchronised stop. I turned to him with a raised eyebrow.

"Stiles, we own dogs." He sighed and sent me a somewhat forced smile. I glared at him for a second before walking off, frustration seeping into my every step. "There's no way in hell I'm getting rid of my dog."

"Would you just think about getting rid of your dog?" He asked, bouncing after me.

"No." I told him firmly. "He's my familiar so there's no way you could make me get rid of Rilien."

"And by the way," Lydia began to add, "You cannot discern a pattern by a single data point, so stop trying."

"Wha-okay, so what, I'm just supposed to wait around for someone else to die, then? I'm just supposed to sit there and watch them die? Just wait for them to wither up and die right in front of me?" He said, getting worked up and we came to a stop.

"Wither?" I questioned his choice of wording.

"You know what I mean." He held his arms out and I held my breath as they neared me, craving his contact. I had to stop myself from slapping my palm onto my forehead for thinking like that. "Die, in just a hideously awful, strangulating, head-bashing, throat-cutting kind of way." I jumped as he aggressively mimed out violent actions.

"Maybe it's not your job." Lydia suggested. "You said it yourself, they were strangled with a garrote. That's a human thing to do, so...Maybe just leave the figuring it out part to someone human."

"You mean someone like my dad?" Stiles asked and I couldn't quite tell what he was feeling. Sadness? Dejection? Confusion?

"No, I mean your dad." She clarified and grabbed my hand and tugged me away. "The Sheriff!" She shouted. I turned around, catching Stiles' eyes one last time before we turned a corner.

...

I met with Scott outside the classroom and grinned at him. "How long do you think until Isaac and Allison finish?" I asked as we were let inside the classroom. Scott opened his mouth to reply but his phone buzzed. He pulled it out and smirked. He turned the phone to face me. I giggled at the picture of Isaac sitting stoically on one of the twins' bikes.

Scott sat next to Ethan with me behind him. Metal clanged against metal in his bag as he smiled at them. He pulled out a piece of equipment from one of their bikes and the twins stared at him in shock as he spun it before placing it on his desk. "That looks kind of important." He told them and pulled out something else. He chuckled to himself, "I have no idea what that thing does."

The sound of motorbike revs obviously stirred something within the twin as he lunged up, Ethan calling to him, "Wait. Aiden, don't!" But he was already sprinting out of the class.

Revs of an engine, tire screeches and yelling was what took Miss Blake to quickly exit the classroom with the class trailing behind her, including Scott and I. Aiden stood next to his bike and other classes spilled into the hall. Allison, Scott and I joined Isaac and Blake made her way to the front, stalking up to him.

"You have got to be kidding me." She said. "You realise this is gonna result in a suspension." I turned to Allison and bit my lip to hide the giggles that were escaping my mouth. I looked between the shocked twins and ducked my head down as my shoulders shook.

...

After receiving a call from Lydia to 'get down to the music room, like, right now' after she found a bloodied handprint on a piano and a suspicious audio file and came to the conclusion that someone else was taken. I did and was met with Deaton and Stiles. Deaton played the creepy chanting for me before asking Lydia to send him a copy.

"Hey doc, Rori, any help would be, you know, helpful." Stiles called as he rummaged through drawers.

"Each grouping of three would have its own purpose," Deaton began and I helped Stiles. I pulled out a bunch of papers and flicked through them. "Its own type of power. Virgins, healers, philosophers, warriors..."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait." Stiles interrupted. "Warrior, could that also be like a soldier?"

"Absolutely." He replied. Stiles held up a photo of a man in uniform with a girl in his arms. Sadness swelled up in my heart and I sighed.

"Kyle was in R.O.T.C. with Boyd." Stiles said, putting the photo on the top of the piano.

"That's got to be it. That's the pattern." Deaton told us and I nodded in agreement. "Where's Boyd?"

"He's probably home by now." Stiles shuffled his mobile from his pocket. "I'm gonna try and get him on the phone."

"Lydia?" Deaton drew out and I noticed the space out look on the strawberry blonde's face.

"No, it was - I mean." She stuttered. "I just thought of someone else with a military connection." She said and I looked at her confused.

"Who?" I asked.

"Harris."

...

"This is just one of many possibilities." Deaton stated, looking down at the plaque with me looking over his shoulder. It read 'a cadet will not lie, cheat, steal or tolerate those who do.' "He could have simply left for the day." He put the it back.

"Yeah, well..." Stiles began before pulling out Harris' bag. " Not without this." He put it back down and began searching through the drawers.

I frowned, looking at the papers that were splayed out on his desk. "Stiles," He turned to me and I showed him the grade. "I don't think anyone could get an 'R' grade..." I trailed off and he nodded, taking the paper from my hands.

"This one's an 'H.'" Lydia said, holding up another.

Deaton plucked them from Stiles and Lydia before turning to the desk. He began to rearrange them before looking up nervously. "Stiles, you remember I told you 'druid' is the Gaelic word for 'wise oak'?"

"Yeah." Stiles agreed cautiously, not sure where Deaton was heading with this.

"If a druid went down the wrong path, the wise oak was sometimes said to have become a dark oak." He said. "There's a Gaelic word for that as well...Darach."

A/N:

it was 4:30am when I wrote this hence I added the hot-people sandwich there but am I wrong? Didn't think so.

OKAY IN THE STORAGE ROOM SCENE ALLISON'S SUPPOSED TO ASK IF ISAAC TOLD ANYONE SHE WAS THERE DURING THE WHOLE BOYD AND CORA ESCAPING AND HER HELPING EVEN THOUGH SHE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO AND HE WAS LIKE "lol no?" SORRY

I don't think Rori could have been in the motorbike and dead baby scene but omg I love the dead baby scene I had to put her in there.