𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫
"𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞."
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝
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Scott kneeled in front of a weak Lydia, his hand cupping hers as she took all the pain he could from the girl as she looked down at him with glass eyes, apologizing for what she had done, or in her perspective, what she hadn't done. She, nor anyone other than Jennifer Blake was the one to blame for another philosopher being sacrificed and the sheriff being taken, contrary to Lydia's own belief. She still felt immense guilt inside her, even after being on the brink of death with a blade and garrote to her throat, she felt as though she could have done more to stop it. She still felt as though she was to blame for tonight because that thing she had inside of her hadn't come at a prompt time, now, another person was dead, one missing.

"Where's Kinsey?" Isaac asked as he barged through the door along with Chris, Allison, and a string of EMTs and deputies that Chris had managed to collect from outside of the auditorium to tend to the aid of his niece and Lydia, though as they walked into the room, only one of the girls were sat in front of Scott. Kinsey was nowhere to be seen, as a matter of fact, neither was Stiles.

For the short amount of time that the three of them had had, the plan was well thought out by the brunette huntress, she had been clear about her demands as Scott and Stiles released her and the redhead from the restraints Jennifer had put them in. At least one of them had to stay until Allison had arrived to make sure that Lydia got the medical attention that she needed, the attention that, frankly, both of them needed, but it wasn't an option for her. Scott had been the one to volunteer himself for staying with Lydia and wait for Allison to arrive with Chris and Isaac, he knew that Kinsey couldn't wait for the three to arrive, and not just because it was them in a race against time and Jennifer. If either of the three they were waiting for heard what she'd just been through there was no chance of them letting her go. So while Scott sat with Lydia, waiting for them, Stiles and Kinsey began the drive to Derek's loft, hoping that the wolf wouldn't be far behind them, first, he had to make a pit stop to the animal clinic. Kinsey knew that her word wouldn't be enough to convince Derek, they needed concrete evidence, she hoped that Deaton would know just the thing to help them.

As Allison, Chris and the help they had brought along rushed to Lydia's aid Scott pulled Isaac aside to explain the plan to him, he knew he wasn't going to be happy about it, frankly, neither he nor Stiles had been thrilled with it either. But they hadn't had much other choice in the matter. Certainly not when Kinsey was the one pulling the strings.

"She's with Stiles. They're on the way to Derek's loft." Scott muttered, his eyes on Lydia as the EMT shone a light in her eyes, checking her vitals before they transferred her to a hospital. "Miss Blake is the Darach, she took the Sheriff. with her."

"That scream I heard, it was Kinsey, wasn't it?" Isaac questioned the wolf, to which he nodded. "And you still let her go? Is she okay? Is she hurt?"

An uneasy looked passed over Scott's face, he couldn't lie to him. Isaac would know, he would only have to listen to his heart skip a beat to know that Kinsey wasn't exactly in perfect shape. The friction from the tape had marked her wrists, her hair was clumped with blood from being hit over the head by Jennifer, and frankly, she was shaken up after almost being murdered by a woman who was just her English teacher this afternoon, now she was a Dark Druid. Instead, despite his best interests, Scott listed all of the injuries that the brunette girl had sustained as well as telling him the conditions that she had made before she left, most of which consisted of him not allowing anyone to follow her.

No more people could get hurt tonight, if she could have it her own way, she'd be alone. Stiles would be looking for his father and Scott would be able to stay with Lydia to make sure she was fine. As for Isaac, Allison, and Chris, in an ideal world, the three of them would be back at the apartment trying to figure out a way to stop it. Chris clearly had an act for knowing where the Darach would strike next.

Kinsey sat in the passenger seat of the Jeep, combing her hands through the dried blood in her hair, allowing it to stain her hands as she watched the storm grow in front of them, how violently the trees danced, how the lightning lit up the sky, a strong wind pushing the uneasy Jeep side-to-side as it raced through the town. Her phone continued to vibrate as it rested in the middle of the car, gently placed in the cupholder, it switched between Isaac and Peter on the screen. She had been expected it, she had texted her father with a simple message, stating that she needed Derek at the loft ASAP, that was all the detail she had given him, she hoped that he could come up with an excuse for Derek to leave Cora at the hospital in the care of their uncle while he came back to the loft, allowing them to confront him about Jennifer. As for Isaac, his calls were for obvious reasons. To tell her how stupid she was for going through with this plan and risking her life if she happened to come face-to-face with Jennifer again when she was already injured. The fact that she had promised him that she would be fine alone probably hadn't helped her cause.

"Aren't you going to answer them?" Stiles asked, taking his eyes off of the road for a split second to look at her, the vibrating of her phone hadn't failed to distract him from his speeding, but it had managed to distract him from the fact that his father was missing, another reason why he was glad that Scott had been the one to volunteer to stay with Lydia. He wouldn't have been able to concentrate on comforting her knowing that Kinsey was out potentially fighting a Dark Druid when she was in a less than fit shape to be doing so.

"No," Kinsey stated simply, her voice soft, innocent.

"Why not?" He asked with surprise, raising his brows at her. She didn't understand why he even bothered to ask that question as she looked at him, she thought she had made her reasons clear. But he thought that now the plan was already in motion she would at least answer them.

"Because all they're going to do is try and stop me. Tell me to go home, or to a hospital."

He knew that she was right because he wanted to tell her the same thing. She shouldn't be out and acting like everything was fine with her, as if her hair and hands weren't stained red from her own blood that he was pretty sure continued to weep from her wound. But her stubbornness was unmatched, it always had been, he believed he knew that better than anyone else. Every time she acted like this, as though her own safety and wellbeing was the least important thing in the world, he was reminded of the night she had turned up at his bedroom door when it had all seemed to go wrong for the two of them. How she'd acted that night, her mindset, it was exactly how she was acting now, maybe even on a larger scale. Of course. he didn't feel good about this, he was terrified that the same would happen again, that he would lose her when he had just got her back. Even after seeing Jackson die, and come back to life that night, the fight that broke out and, watching everything take a turn for the worse, she was determined to follow through with idiotic plans that put her in the hands of danger. Even death.

"Why are you so determined to get yourself killed?" Stiles asked, he couldn't help himself, the words had just poured out of his mouth, and they hadn't been put delicately. He was blunt, his tone made it clear just how much he disapproved of how she was acting, how impulsive she had always been, and without a doubt, how she would always be. Until it got her killed.

Kinsey scoffed with a shake of the head, she thought he would be the one to get it. He was like her, an impulsive person, sometimes he obviously didn't see it, but he put himself in just as much danger as she put herself in. "I'm not determined to get myself killed. I'm determined to save the people that I love. If that get's me killed, then so be it. At least I know that I didn't die in vain." She shrugged, her words sincere. "I will always choose someone else's life over my own."

Stiles opted for silence after hearing the girl's reasoning, he didn't bother to argue, there was no point, she would find a way to win it, and she would come out with the same perspective that she went in with. When it came to saving people, even if it meant dying herself, nothing would change the girl's mind, that was clear. Both of them remained quiet for the remainder of the ride to Derek's, allowing the sounds of heavy winds, rumbling thunder, and Kinsey's vibrating phone to be the only sounds that filled their ears. As he drove Stiles continued to glance between the road, Kinsey and her phone, that also had Allison added into the mix of phone calls, but Kinsey ignored them too, particularly because she knew it wouldn't be her cousin on the other end of the phone, but Isaac thinking that he could trick her into answering. Which he couldn't.

Kinsey and Stiles stepped out of the Jeep, looking up at the large building that Derek called home, it was already a creepy building in the daylight, but during a strong storm, as it began getting late, it was almost as terrifying as the Hale house. The Hale's didn't do homely, even if they tried Kinsey wasn't sure it was something they were capable of, even Peter's apartment didn't have a homely feel until walking into what he had designated as her room, it was the only room in the entire apartment that didn't follow a dark color scheme.

"You really think he's going to believe me?" Kinsey asked as she looked over the Jeep.

"Sure." He nodded, his response lacked any and all confidence, honestly, with Derek, he felt as if they were always feeling through the dark, the wolf changed moods so often that nobody could ever be sure whether he would be his typical brooding self, or understanding, which was rare he had to admit, but it often came out around the brunette girl.

The two threw open the loft door, walking into a loft only occasionally lit up the strikes of bright lightning. Derek had stood tall at the sound of his door opening, pausing his frantic packing of clothes for Cora while they waited for her to be transferred to another, safer hospital now that their own was being evacuated due to the storm. A detail he assumed that his cousin didn't know about considering she hadn't been answering Peter's calls when he had left the hospital, he assumed that she still hadn't now, based on the look on her face and the scream that he'd heard, the young girl had other things going on tonight. He furrowed a brow at the two of them, wondering why they were here and why both of their looks were so disheveled, he understood that the wind outside was strong, maybe some of the strongest winds he had ever felt, but there was something else about the two of them.

It wasn't just Stiles's messed up, windswept hair, or Kinsey's less tame, well-presented looks, but if he concentrated on their eyes, their faces, there was something wrong with the two of them. There was a sense of guilt, fear, and sadness, his nose had helped him sense that too.

Within a half an hour of the two arriving they had managed to recap everything that led them to this moment, all of what had happened, Mr. Westover being sacrificed along with Mrs. Riley at the recital, the few hours where Allison and Kinsey were convinced that Chris was the Dark Druid and Sheriff Stilinski being taken, and the most important of all; his girlfriend being the Darach that had been sacrificing innocent people for months on end. As they explained it all the two teenagers weren't surprised that it might take a while for Derek to believe them, they both sounded insane, but everything they said was true, it had all happened, and all in the space of them waking up this morning. It was a matter of moments after the two had finished their very detailed explanation that Scott had strolled into the loft, he had a small jar in his hand, that was his way of giving Derek the proof that he clearly wanted before he could put his entire trust into the three teenagers. Part of him already believed them, they had no reason to lie and try to ruin his relationship, it wasn't possible for the three of them to make up such elaborate lies, even if they were imaginative, they weren't that good. The main thing that had convinced him, like the two boys had hoped it would, was Kinsey. He knew he could trust her words, he knew how she felt about lies, she wouldn't give him the same treatment that she'd received and hated from her family for years upon years. And how could he look at a girl who'd claimed that she was almost killed less than an hour ago by the Dark Druid and tell her that she was lying?

He'd heard the scream, he saw the pained look in her eyes. She wasn't making it up.

It was as little as ten minutes after Scott had arrived, emphasizing all of the points that his best friends had already made that he and Derek's heads had turned towards the loft door, the visitor they had all been waiting for was here, just like the three of them had hoped for, and had been somewhat dreading. But they knew that with her presence came the opportunity to prove to the Alpha that they weren't lying to spite him and the relationship he had formed with the woman. Derek had quickly closed the loft door, shooing the three teenagers into the hallway that led to Cora's bedroom where they could wait and eavesdrop, only coming out when it was clear they needed to, until then, all they had to do was stay quiet and concealed.

"Derek?" Jennifer's voice echoed through the empty loft as she ran through it, panic in her voice that had turned to the soft one she typically used when talking to the Alpha, not the cunning and sharp one that Kinsey had witnessed earlier when she'd been tied up by the woman. Jennifer's heels clicked against the cement floor of the loft as she stepped further into the loft, all three of the hidden teenagers had tensed up as the sound became louder, closer to them. If she stepped any further she would find them, cowering in the hallway by the broken elevator. "Derek, where are you?" Her voice shouted again, awfully loud in their ears.

Scott grabbed ahold of Kinsey's hand as she stood cowering in front of him, her nerves reaching their peak as her head rested on Stiles's back, waiting, hiding like the Hale she was. His touch had managed to bring her slight comfort, reassuring her that she was safe, it wasn't the first time it had worked, it wasn't the first time the three of them found themselves cowering in the dark. But as Scott gave the girl comfort he took something else from her, pain, he'd felt as black veins began stretching up his forearm, taking the pain that the girl so clearly felt, though it was clear she had been playing it off, acting as though it wasn't even there. He should've known better than to assume she couldn't be in any pain, he could smell the blood on her, he thought that it may be the dried up blood in her hair, now it was clear that it was still fresh and bleeding. And it hurt her, she didn't have to admit it to him now that he had felt it for himself.

Kinsey tried to act as though she hadn't felt the relief of pain rush through her, refusing to turn and look at the wolf, she knew he would give her a silent lecture, mouthing an argument at her as they waited for the opportunity to show their faces.

"Right here." Derek's voice replied to the woman from across the loft, pulling her towards him and away from the three hiding teenagers who had become slightly less tense.

"Thank God." Jennifer sighed as she rushed towards the Alpha, wrapping her arms around him as thunder rumbled through the unlit loft. She pulled away from him. "Something happened at the recital. At the school. Okay, I need to tell you before you hear it, before you hear any of it from them," She rambled frantically. Already, Derek was beginning to believe the words of his cousin more and more, how desperate Jennifer was to make sure she was listening to him, and believing her only proved that something like what they said had happened tonight.

"From who?" Derek played along with the facade, raising his brow.

"Scott, Stiles. She said breathlessly. She hadn't added the brunette girl she wanted to kill onto the list, she assumed she would be laying weakly in a hospital somewhere under the care of her hunter family and werewolf... whatever Isaac was to her. While watching the entire pack that was something she hadn't quite managed to figure out. The last thing she would expect was for the girl to be walking around with Scott and Stiles as if everything was fine. "They're gonna tell you things. Things you can't believe. You have to trust me, okay? You trust me."

Ironic how those had been the very words that Kinsey had said to him. Between the woman in front of him who he'd felt himself growing feelings towards for the past two months, and his cousin who he'd only known since January, he already knew between the two who those words meant more coming from. Even by the tone of their voices as they asked him to trust them he knew who meant it because they were telling the truth and they desperately wanted him to see that compared to wanting to manipulate him like so many others had before.

"What is it?" He asked.

Jennifer pressed her lips against his as the lightning illuminated the apartment once again, leaving a shadow of their close silhouettes on the ground for the three hiding teenagers to see, Stiles turned to look at the two behind him, Kinsey raising her head off his back to look, all of their confidences had been knocked by that sight, believing that with so little words Jennifer had managed to sway him to her own side, prying on his weaknesses. She pulled away from the wolf with open eyes, narrowing them at him. Something about him was different, even the way that he kissed her was different, and with that, she knew.

"They're already here, aren't they?" She asked with a snarl to her tone, the innocent voice she had entered with quickly fading, revealing the serpent beneath. Derek looked straight behind the woman as Scott and Stiles came out of their hiding place while Kinsey remained there, Jennifer's act wouldn't end here, they all knew that and if Kinsey wasn't in sight, they hoped it would play to their advantage. She could lie as much as she wanted, but when she saw that the girl she had firsthand tried to kill was right in front of her, how good of a liar could she really be to go against cold hard evidence? "So, they told you it was me? That I'm the one taking people?" Her voice lightened again as she looked at the Alpha with puppy dog eyes as if it was absurd to accuse her of such a crime.

"We told him you're the one killing people." Scott corrected.

"Oh, that's right." Jennifer chuckled. "Committing human sacrifices? What, cutting their throats? Yeah, I probably do it on my lunch hour. That way, I can get back to teaching high school English the rest of the day. That makes perfect sense." She continued to mock, but nobody was laughing at her teasing, in fact, Stiles was on the edge of tears as he looked at the woman.

"Where's my dad?" He asked, a single tear rolling down his cheek.

"How should I know?" The woman asked, refusing to give in to it all, she was determined to carry on her act that she felt as though she had mastered after all of these months, with a little more persistence she knew she could get Derek on her side. Between her and two teenagers who had a less than perfect reputation, it was a piece of cake. Jennifer turned back to face the Alpha who stood behind her with a straight face. "Derek, tell me you don't believe this."

He looked at the two teenage boys, Scott with a face of thunder and Stiles with teary eyes, a face that pleaded for him to do the right thing, a face he typically saw on Kinsey, the one he expected hid behind the wall as she stood in the hallway listening to them. Everyone had wanted him to do the right thing at least once, all of them had given him that look, trying to bring out the good part of him, not the big bad Alpha werewolf that he liked to appear as, but nobody else ever truly successes in the job other than Kinsey. He put it down to her being an Angel, as though she somehow brought out the good in people, as if it were part of her abilities, maybe it was, none of them knew the true extent to an Angels' powers, not even herself.

Derek looked back at the woman. "Do you know what happened to Stiles's father?"

"No." Jennifer shook her head.

"Ask her why she almost killed Kinsey and Lydia." Scott insisted, Kinsey's ears perked up at the sound of her name, she knew that any moment now, when Jennifer refused to admit that she had tried anything against her, she would step out with the dramatic effect that all Hale's liked to have, even she had to admit she liked it now.

"Lydia Martin? I don't know anything about that." Jennifer reiterated with complete shock, she deserved an Oscar for her acting, it was impeccable. If she wasn't a psychopath Kinsey would have considered watching her in a movie. "And Kinsey? Your cousin, Kinsey?" She asked as she looked at Derek, talking directly to him. "Why would I try and kill her?"

"That's something I'd quite like to know." The brunette spoke as she stepped out, walking until she was beside Stiles, her eyes piercing daggers into the Dark Druid who looked at her with a slightly slacked jaw, just the reaction that Kinsey had been hoping to receive from the woman. Her perfect plan to make liars out of the two boys foiled right before her very eyes as Kinsey stood with folded arms and a slightly tilted head, waiting for the woman to dig herself out of the very large hole she had made for herself.

Jennifer still tried to keep the facade rolling as she tried to convince Derek that the three teens against her were simply trying to fill his head with absurdity for some misguided reasons that she couldn't explain, one that they couldn't prove, so she thought. She'd been confident in her words as she looked at the three teenagers, as if Kinsey standing there wasn't enough proof, she would happily show Derek her bleeding head, he could gladly dig his claws into the back of her neck and see it all from her own eyes if he wanted that much proof. But that wasn't necessary, because they could prove it, thanks to a quick visit to Deaton. Scott held up his proof in a small jar, a light-colored powder that immediately wiped the smirk off of Jennifer's face, clear worry in her voice as she asked them what it was, though she had a feeling she already knew. As Deaton had told Scott, and as he told the three around him, unscrewing the lid as he spoke, it acted as both a cure and poison, which means it can be used, and it could also be used against you. She knew exactly what it was as her lip curled and she muttered the word. Mistletoe.

Scott threw the powdered mistletoe at the woman as it wrapped around her, a sharp gasp from the woman as he glamoured appearance faded and her true self was revealed for a second, her face scarred beyond recognition, her eyes a glowing white a loud roar escaping her mouth as she looked through the powder at the three teenagers, startling all three of them. Even Derek was stunned by the appearance as he looked at her with wide eyes.

Her facade was over. She was known now. Jennifer tried to make a run for it before Derek had grabbed her by the throat, raising her from the floor as she begged for her life, his claws were already extended, prepared to end it for good, he didn't care for her pleading.

"You need me." Jennifer pleaded through her vocal cords that were slowly being crushed.

"What are you?" He snarled at her, tightening his grip.

"The only person who can save your sister." Jennifer insisted. "Call Peter. Call him!"

Derek looked straight at Kinsey who had already dug her phone from her pocket to call her father, her eyes filled with worry while Derek's had become overwhelmed with anger. Peter had immediately picked up after seeing his daughter's name on his phone, he'd only been waiting an hour for her to call him back, as soon as he answered the phone he began giving her a fatherly lecture for ignoring him, questioning where she had been after the last thing he'd heard from her was a scream that had reached him from miles away. Of course, Kinsey had told him to save his fatherly act for later as she questioned how Cora was, the attempt at being grounded could wait. Peter admitted that it wasn't good, that his niece was in and out of consciousness, vomiting up a black liquid as well as an alarming substance that he didn't think his daughter would recognize until she had already said it for him, mistletoe.

"How did you know that?" Peter asked his daughter with concern.

Kinsey didn't answer the man as she hung up the phone, she looked at Derek who had grown angrier after listening to the call, his hand was so tight around Jennifer's neck he could feel every inch of oxygen that passed through her windpipes. He tightened them until he could not only feel that air escape her, but he could hear her gasping for breath, it was what she deserved for what she had done, especially when it came to messing with his family. Arguably the two people he cared about the most too, and she had hurt them both. Despite how much Kinsey and the two boys wanted to see Jennifer dead, getting what she deserved there were things that they couldn't do without her, she knew that. As she told them, Cora's life was in her hands and so was the Sheriff's. If they didn't have her they would never find him, that she could promise. Derek continued to raise Jennifer in the air as he ignored the pleas from Scott and Stiles, plead after pleading the woman became further off of the floor until finally Kinsey pleaded, and then, only then did he slam the Darach to the ground leaving her clutching her throat.

Yet she remained unphased as she looked at them with a smile, knowing that for as long as Cora remained ill and the Sheriff remained missing, they needed her. She was untouchable.

Rain poured down heavy on the windscreen of the Jeep as they tailgated Derek's Camaro, since leaving the loft the Jeep had been quite quiet as all three of them thought about their main concerns about everything that was happening tonight. Of course, Stiles was worried for his dad as he questioned whether they could trust Derek not to kill her, if he did, he'd lose any chance of seeing his father again. He couldn't let the last thing he said to his father be those words, that his mother would have believed him, when he finally got to say his last words to his father the two of them would be old, have lived a long and full life, and it would be right, perfectly thought out and heartfelt. Not something he spat out in a moment of anger at the ripe age of seventeen. Scott sat in the back of the Jeep, though he didn't have a father to worry about, he was worried that Derek might change his mindset too, that even after seeing Jennifer in her other form he would forgive her, or maybe, he would just kill her and their chances of fixing everything. Kinsey on the other hand paid no thought to Jennifer Blake, her main concern was her cousin, Cora, and whether she would make it through the night, or at least until they managed to find a way to save her. Since leaving the loft her phone continued to vibrate once again, the same two people on the screen, Isaac still hadn't heard a word from the girl since she had left the school, avoiding him before he had the chance to stop her, he hadn't heard from anyone, which didn't fill him with confidence. Not when he knew what the three of them were planning on doing. As for the girls father, he was prepared to continue the lecture he hadn't managed to finish before he had been cut off by the girl, he wasn't going to let go of it. She couldn't avoid him forever.

"Something still feels wrong about this." Stiles muttered under his breath, barely audible over the storm that shook them from side to side as they sped down the streets of the town.

"Yeah, the bitch is still breathing." Kinsey deadpanned, both of the boys giving her a sharp stare. She knew they needed her, but that didn't mean she still couldn't hate the woman for what time that she had left alive, which she hoped wasn't much longer. "What? She tried to kill me."

Stiles shook his head, digressing back to the point he was going to make. "You know, we proved it to Derek but she still had this look like it didn't matter. You know, like it was all still going according to plan. You saw it, didn't you?" He asked, looking between the two of them. While Scott didn't know how to tell him that he didn't see it, Kinsey nodded in agreement. But the wolf wasn't surprised that the two of them were on the same page, they always were. Almost always.

They all pulled up outside of the hospital that was still working its way through the evaluation process, both of the cards were dumped by the illuminated hospital sign at the front of the building as the five of them jumped out into the rain that had immediately soddened them with its heavy downfall. Derek had immediately latched his arm around Jennifer, refusing to let her out of his sight, Scott had rushed ahead of the other two to act as a second pair of eyes were on the woman, they needed all the security around her that they could get. That was why Stiles had pulled out his weapon- a bat. Kinsey already had her dagger tucked away in her boot, but she chose to keep it concealed, unlike the boy who carried that bat with pride, holding it high in the air as they all walked through the rain. Scott turned around to make sure that the two of them were keeping up, his eyes widening at the sight of the bat, questioning what he intended on doing with it. Stiles's response was simple, Scott had claws, Kinsey had daggers, he had a bat.

Dripping with rainwater the four of them stormed through the hospital, Jennifer was more so dragged through it by Derek who refused to even look at her as she kept her head down, still wearing a concealed smirk. All five of them were pulled to a stop at the sound of Melissa's voice shouting for her son as she rushed towards them, alerting them that the hospital was evacuating which was something they were already aware of, and something they didn't particularly care about. They had to get Cora out of the building, healed and safe, which could only be done with the unfortunate presence of the Dark Druid. Melissa had looked between the group that stood behind her son, Stiles with his bat, her bat, to be precise, Kinsey who was dripping wet from the rain, and in a dress, which worried every maternal instinct inside of her, the poor girl would catch a cold if she stayed in the wet clothes, but by the urgency in their walks and the anger on the face of Derek Hale, she assumed the girl didn't have time for a costume change. Scott did what all teenagers did to their parents, at least from his experience, completely ignore all of the important questions they were asking and completely changed the subject. He'd done so by telling the woman to get out of the hospital and as quick as possible, much like they would be doing when they had Cora in their possession.

Melissa knew she couldn't stop them, instead, she had to help them. "The building is supposed to be clear in 30 minutes. We've got two ambulances that are coming back. One's 10 minutes out, the other's 20. Cora needs to be on one of those." Melissa insisted, as she spoke she had been looking at her son, until she turned to Kinsey, out of all five of them, she looked the most sane. Which was surprising. "They'll be picking up in the basement garage. Got it?" She asked the girl who nodded before all of them resumed their mission, charging towards the elevator.

It was an awkward ride to the second floor. Derek and Jennifer stood in the middle of the small space, his hand around Jennifer's arm still, a leash, as she had referred to it as. But everyone had ignored her remark. She looked to her left side where a soddened Scott squared his eyes at her, growling lowly as he stood with folded arms, she turned to her right, where Stiles stood with the bat still raised high, gripping onto it with every fiber of his being, his expression much, much less threatening than the one Scott was wearing. Or even Kinsey whose eyes stared into her soul, frankly, Kinsey was the only one in this entire elevator capable of inciting some fear into her, and that was only because she'd heard the legend of the Angel's, even then, the amount of fear that she felt was small, minuscule even.

They marched through the halls of the second floor with Derek taking the lead, apart from Stiles he was the only one who knew where Cora was being cared for until she was evacuated, but he'd quickly stopped at the sight of an empty bed. Neither his sister nor his uncle was anywhere to be seen. All that was left in the room was black liquid on the floor and mistletoe that Peter had told them about. Kinsey stood beside the Alpha, looking at the tiled floor, noticing a trail of the black liquid, she nudged his side as she mumbled his name softly, pointing at the trail. The liquid had been trickled through the hallway, stopping at a set of closed double doors.

All five shared the same wide-eyed look as they heard a muffled grunting coming from the other side as the lights flickered around them. All of them stood, watching and waiting before the doors had swung open, and with it, a body slid across the ground until it had reached their feet.

Peter looked up at his daughter and nephew, their confused expressions "We got a problem." At the end of the hall, he had been tossed from stood the Voltron wolf. "Big problem." He corrected.

The two merged Alphas released a loud road, flickering the lights around them again. Stiles had his bat raised, holding onto it tighter than ever. Kinsey had helped her father off of the ground as she pulled the ring dagger out of her boot, both Peter and Derek stood before her, arms slightly extended to shield her as if they still saw her as a little girl who needed their protection. But that protection could only last so long, they couldn't stand and shield her while the Voltron wolf tried to fight. Eventually, they realized that. Derek along with Scott had transitioned, their different pairs of colored eyes were glowing, their sharp claws were out and their canines were out, ready to tear some flesh apart.

Derek was the first to charge for the Voltron wolf, attempting to tackle them by the waist, at first he'd had the upper hand, but as soon as he lost it Scott was the next to charge towards the fight. As the three wolves moved around Kinsey caught a glimpse of a body laying on the floor behind them, answering her question of where Cora was if not in her exam room.

"Help me," Kinsey asked, or more so insisted as she turned to the boy with the bat.

Stiles had no objections to helping her rescue Cora, even if it meant rushing through a fight this was Kinsey, he would do a lot worse for her. As soon as Peter had seen the two rushing towards the fight he had followed them to protect his daughter. A gap had been made for the three of them as the Voltron wolf slammed Scott against the wall, gripping him by the throat. Leaving nobody standing guarding Jennifer. Kinsey pressed her ear against Cora's chest as she kneeled over her. Thankfully, the girl was still breathing, but it was shallow.

Peter threw his niece over his shoulder while Stiles and Kinsey watched the fight disperse for the moment as the Voltron wolf rushed towards the closing elevator that contained Jennifer. Derek turned around with his glowing Alpha eyes, insisting that all of them run, nobody hesitated for a second as they all ran through the halls for somewhere to hide. Peter and Kinsey had taken the lead, desperate to get Cora to a safe place, Stiles following closely behind them while the other two wolves kept at the back of the group, constantly looking back to look out for the twins who they could still hear growling in the near distance.

As he stopped he insisted that his uncle and cousin kept moving with Cora, as they did, he and Scott rushed to follow them until Stiles had stopped, looking down at his bat. He wanted to do something, prove that he wasn't useless as a human. Even if he didn't have the claws or the dagger, he had a bat, that had to be something.

Stiles stood back, concealed slightly as the double doors they'd just run through had swung open again, this time the Voltron wolf had run through it, stopping at the sight of Derek and Scott on the other side of the room, stood in the doorway ready to continue running. In that moment where the twins had stopped Stiles swung his bat around their head, smashing it to pieces until it was nothing but an overgrown splinter, of course, that only angered the twins more than they already were. Which was a lot. Stiles quickly stumbled back, scaling the wall until he was behind the protection of the two werewolves.

The two wolves were stood prepared to fight, as the lights flickered again Scott looked up with a plan, he jumped up, Derek giving him a boost as he reached for the light, pulling it down off of the ceiling until it hit the Voltron wolf, knocking the twins to the ground and buying them some time to run and find cover to help Cora.

Peter, Kinsey, and Stiles barged into one of the empty surgical rooms, as Peter lay his unconscious niece on the table the two wolves rushed into the room, shutting the doors behind them, they didn't know where Ethan and Aiden had gone since hitting them with a light, but they knew that the two of them were close, the six of them could only hide out here for so long.

"What about Ms. Blake?" Stiles asked, looking between Derek and Scott, who shook his head. "What do you mean? What does that mean? Like, she's gone?" Stiles began to panic, losing her meant losing his dad, he felt as though he was the only one understanding that urgency. "Scott, are you kidding me?" The boy's voice began growing louder and louder.

"Shh, quiet." Derek snapped at him in a whisper.

"Me be quiet? Me, huh? Are you telling me what to do now?" Stiles began to argue, this time he had lowered his voice as he stepped closer to the wolf, snarling his words. "When your psychotic mass-murdering girlfriend, the second one you've dated, by the way, has got my dad tied up somewhere waiting to be ritually sacrificed?"

Scott tried to calm the boy down, but he was too far gone, even when reminding him that the twins were still roaming the halls looking for them Stiles didn't care. He was practically already a dead man walking after hitting them over the head with a bat, and then Scott hitting them with a light fixture, so it didn't matter if he raised his voice, especially if it to get his point across. The Alphas wanted Jennifer, and now they didn't have her either, they'd lost her and in turn any and all chance of saving either his father or Cora.

Though the wolf didn't want to see it, there was an ugly truth to Stiles's words.

He insisted that neither of them was dead yet, and if he could help it, they never would be, the wolf seemed confident in those words, but even he had to admit that there was a chance that he was wrong, that losing Cora and the Sheriff were very much possibilities. He walked over to the father and daughter who hadn't left the dying wolf's side, they'd spent the entire time listening to her heartbeat hoping it didn't fade into the nothingness. They hadn't even turned to watch the exchange between a brave Stiles and Derek as the boy stood up to him as if it had ever worked out for him in all the previous attempts he had made.

Scott swallowed the lump in his throat as he asked whether the girl was really dying, but neither Kinsey or Peter could quite bring themselves to agree with him, unable to spit out even a simple "yes." instead, they opted for agreeing that she wasn't getting any better. As Kinsey looked at the wolf he noticed that desperate look in her eyes, a silent plea for help before she lost anyone else in her life, Cora would be the third person that she lost in less than a year, another death in her life may just push her past the breaking point. The wolf tried to be hopeful, though he didn't know how, he insisted that there had to be some way to help her, even just ease her condition.

The double doors opened, all five of the conscious people turning to look as Jennifer stood under the flickering hospital lights, with quite some nerve. "You can't. Only I can." She insisted, clearly, she'd heard Scott's suggestion of helping Cora. "I can save her, and I can tell you where Sheriff Stilinski is. But there is a pack of Alpha's in this hospital who want me dead. So I'll help you, but only when I'm out of here and safe. Only then."

There was a brief pause as Jennifer looked across five infuriated faces, waiting for one of them to take her up on her offer. Considering over half of the people looking at her were Hales with relation to the dying girl on the surgical table she assumed it was an easy decision for them to all make. It was clear that the three Hale's who looked at her were the most infuriated, they all wore the same expression, a curled up lip, narrowed eyes, all of them looking as though they were going to pounce at her. Eventually, one of them did. Derek flipped a table as he charged towards the Darach, prepared to rip her throat out whether it meant they lost their chance of saving Cora and the Sheriff, he'd been waiting all night to get his hands on her again. Though he was willing to make that sacrifice, Scott wasn't as he held the Alpha back.

"She was trying to get out." Derek spat out, pointing an accusing finger at the woman.

"I was trying to keep from getting killed. You can't blame me for that." She corrected him.

Stiles suggested that if she wanted to prove herself that she should heal the dying girl, but it was an offer that Jennifer wasn't willing to take, repeating again that she wouldn't be helping Cora until she was out of the building, away from the Alphas and safe. Some of the group had other ideas of how to deal with the situation.

"I'd like to volunteer a different method of persuasion," Peter spoke up. "Let's torture her."

"Works for me." Kinsey and Derek agreed, the brunette girl spun the ring dagger around her index finger while the Alpha tried to shove his way past the arm that Scott had extended in front of him, and then, in front of Kinsey before she managed to slip past and claim her own revenge on Jennifer. She had plenty of reasons too.

The two Hale's stopped their fighting against the restraint of Scott's arm when the P.A system squeaked in their ears, the entire room pausing as they looked at the speaker in the room, as far as they had been concerned, only themselves, Cora, and maybe a few stray doctors should be left in the hospital to make sure that she got into the ambulance. Melissa had specifically stated that everyone else was meant to be evacuated, so they all wondered who was about to make an announcement. And none of them was comforted by the answer. Melissa's voice was the one to sound through the speaker. Mr. Deucalion. Excuse me, just Deucalion, requests you bring the woman calling herself Jennifer Blake to the E.R reception. As Melissa spoke loudly in their ears Jennifer could see her chance of escaping fading, if it was a choice between getting Melissa away from Deucalion, or getting her away, it was clear what the decision was going to be. Do this, and everyone else can leave. You have 10 minutes. Kinsey looked at the wolf who stood beside her, now he had that same desperate and disheartened look that he had seen on her, now his own mother was in danger he began understanding just how bad Stiles felt and just how far he was willing to go to make sure that they were safe. Frankly, he was quite ashamed it had taken his own mother being in the grasps of Deucalion for him to realize. Jennifer took a deep breath as she looked at the young wolf, insisting that Deucalion wouldn't hurt Melissa.

"Shut up." Derek snapped at the woman again.

"He won't!" Jennifer raised her voice. "Scott, you know why. Tell them it's true."

"What does she mean?" Kinsey asked as she looked at the wolf with a worried look, questioning what he had been hiding from them all, it was a question that everyone in the room wanted to know, even those who weren't closely associated with the young beta, such as Peter.

Scott looked around the room, at all the faces waiting for an answer from him but he couldn't manage to spit it out, whether it was because of what it actually was, or maybe because he had become overwhelmed after hearing that Deucalion had his mother. He couldn't be sure that he wouldn't hurt his mother, even with what he knew, it wasn't as though the Alpha pack could be trusted. They were just as bad as Jennifer. They were all cut from the same cloth. Jennifer too waited for Scott to say what he knew until she realized that it wasn't going to happen and that she would have to tell them all herself. Someone had to spit it out, it was about time.

"You're not the only one he wants in his pack." Jennifer deadpanned as she looked at Derek, he was already beginning to sense where it was going as he looked at the beta who stood beside him. "Deucalion doesn't just want an Alpha pack. He wants perfection. That means adding the rarest of Alphas to his ranks."

"A true Alpha," Peter mumbled from behind them.

"What's that?" Stiles questioned.

"The kind that doesn't have to steal his power from another. One that can rise by the force of his own will. Our little Scott." Peter explained with a smirk across his face while Scott's expression couldn't have been more guilty, particularly because of the look that his two best friends gave him, both somewhat hurt that he had hit it from them. This was the exact reason why, telling the two of them came with putting them in danger, and they hadn't even heard everything that he had been told yet. Deaton had told him a lot more than that he would soon be a true Alpha, and that was why Deucalion wanted, if anything, that was the easiest thing that Deaton had said.

"But it's not just you, is it, Scott?" Jennifer asked with the corner of her mouth turned into a slight smirk. For a moment he thought that she would let him keep the rest of the secret quiet, it wasn't necessary for them to find out now, it didn't have to happen. They could make it through at least one more night without the rest of it coming out, at least they could have, but Jennifer was determined to make sure that he was down to the bone, that all of his weaknesses were entirely exposed until he had no other choice but to help her, and in turn, help all of them. All of them turned to look at the wolf again, even more, confused than before as his face turned even guiltier, his head bowed. "Deucalion may have come to Beacon Hills in search for a rare Alpha, but he won't leave until he has the most powerful pack of all. The rarest of the rare. Even if that means recruiting someone who isn't a werewolf at all." Jennifer continued, her eyes narrowing at the brunette girl in the room, taking an immense amount of joy in watching the realization hit her and everyone else around her.

"Scott?" Kinsey muttered, the way that he had barely been able to look at her as he kept his head bowed had told her all she needed to.

Jennifer wasn't lying. Deucalion wanted her too, he wanted the rare Angel that she apparently was, she wasn't sure how long Scott had known it, but it seemed as though it had been long enough for Jennifer to figure it out. Now she truly got the reason why he had been keeping her under such close supervision, it wasn't because he was worried that she and Isaac would go and pick a fight with the twins, it was because they wanted her.

Scott finally looked up, but not to confront the Angel who stood beside him. Instead, it was time for a game plan. His mom had told them that there was an ambulance for Cora in 20 minutes, he was sure that they hadn't been here that long, all they had to do was get down to the garage and get out of there. As Peter stated, the twins weren't going to let them just walk out, but Scott had it covered, he would act as a distraction, which, in Derek's words, meant fight them. After he'd put all of them in danger by keeping things a secret Scott didn't care what he would have to do as long as it worked, and he wasn't in it alone.

Derek had volunteered his assistance, though Jennifer had different plans for him. She refused to go anywhere without him, leaving Peter to volunteer his help instead, something he never would've imagined himself doing until he found out his daughter was at risk now that the Alpha pack wanted her. There was nothing that would stop him from trying to protect her, he had sixteen years of not being able to protect her to make up for. Everyone had looked at him with surprise, none of them were expecting him to offer his strength, frankly, they thought it would be Kinsey and Stiles going out there with Scott, the chaotic trio making tonight even worse than it already was. Though the group was a little less surprised when Peter insisted that he wanted to go out there with an advantage, nobody, not even the wolf himself quite knew what kind of advantage he meant. But they were in a hospital filled with drugs and machinery, something in this room had to give him some kind of boost against the Voltron wolf. As long as it was better than a baseball bat the man didn't care what his advantage was.

Frantically, everyone began searching through the cabinets of the surgical room, reading every label of every drug that it had to offer, most of them were unpronounceable, things that they were sure even Lydia Martin wouldn't have even heard of. Peter may have been brave to accept putting drugs in himself to give him a boost, but he at least wanted to know what the drug was.

"Hey, what about these?" Stiles asked as he held up the defibrillator.

"Do you know how to use those?" Derek asked, pausing his search.

"Well, no..." Stiles admitted in a mumble.

"Put 'em down."

Stiles nodded, quickly putting the deliberator back in its place as though he had been told off by his dad, rushing towards another corner of the room to search there for something of use, it was a lot harder when they didn't really know what they were looking for. And so far, most of what they had found was needles or tools to assist in surgery, not as many drugs as they were hoping to find when they had begun their search.

Kinsey opened one of the drawers, her eyes lighting up at the sight of an unusually large syringe, it was the kind of thing that would normally make her feel sick, but she knew that it was the kind of syringe that had to have some heavy drugs in, especially in a surgical room. Scott peered over her shoulder as she spun the syringe round to find the label, his head tilting as he tried to read the label, mouthing the word that didn't even look like it was real.

"Epinephrine." Scott stammered, looking at the brunette to see if he had read it right, which she nodded to. Out of all the big words, Lydia had taught her, that was one she knew. After confessing to Lydia that she was interested in pursuing a medical career the redhead hadn't hesitated to begin teaching her all of the complicated words, epinephrine being one of them. Derek, Stiles, and Peter had looked over at the two teenagers at the sound of the large word, like Scott, they didn't know what it was, but it sounded like the kind of thing they were looking for.

"That's only gonna make him stronger." Kinsey shrugged, prepared to put it back.

"How strong?" Peter asked, a brow raised at his daughter.

Before she knew it Derek and Scott were holding him down as she stabbed the needle into his chest, his eyes glowing their bright blue as he roared loudly watching as she injected every last ounce of the epinephrine into his system. It gave him an immediate boost, he could already feel it rushing through his veins as the two wolves loosened their grip on him. Peter looked at the double doors that led out to the hallway, knowing it was now or never he stormed toward them, he hadn't even allowed Kinsey the time to pull the syringe back out of his chest. Scott followed the man out into the hall, the two of them gearing themselves up as they came face to face with Ethan and Aiden who stood down the other side of the hall, separated. Their timing had been nothing but impeccable. The double doors opened again behind the two wolves, daring to turn their heads for a split second they saw Kinsey, her hair tied up and her dagger in hand as she stood beside them, prepared to support them in their fight.

"What are you doing?"

"Winning." Kinsey grinned at him.

With a proud, devilish smile Peter turned to look at the two Alphas who opposed them as his and Scott's eyes turned their glowing colors, Kinsey taking a deep breath as she prepared herself for the worst. Ethan and Aiden merged before charging towards the three who in turn, charged at them. As the five of them thought Stiles led Jennifer and Derek, who had Cora thrown over his shoulder out of the surgical room, nervously watching Kinsey for a moment as she tried to take on the Voltron wolf, her blade slashing across their bare chests proving yet again, the girl was absolutely determined to get herself killed, if not severely hurt. She had no sense of danger, which for someone who was constantly in it, was quite surprising. Derek nudged a frozen Stiles, signaling for him to follow them as they rushed through the halls again, leaving behind the three who'd practically sacrificed themselves without looking back.

All three of them had been thrown around their fair share, even with Peter being drugged up on epinephrine they were no match for two merged Alpha werewolves, they had been thrown up walls or onto the floor. When they had their chance Peter grabbed a hold of his daughter, pulling her as they scrambled away down the hall with Scott guiding them. Ethan and Aiden remained hot on their tails as they chased Scott and the two Hale's through the entire west wing of the second floor, eventually, with a sharp turn, they managed to lose the twins for a moment, but in the process, Peter had dropped down to the floor with a line of sweat across his forehead while he panted like a dog. His legs couldn't carry him anymore, he had come crashing down, hard.

"That shot didn't last very long." He mumbled in a daze, sitting up against the wall.

"Well, man up because we can't stop." Kinsey snapped at the man as she threw one of his arms over her shoulder, Scott taking the other one. It was clear that Scott would be carrying most of the weight, but the part that she carried made it a little easier for him to rush through the halls.

Eventually, they had no other choice but to find sanctuary in the first place they come across, it just so happened to be the soiled laundry room. But none of them had the energy to complain. Peter had collapsed against the table in the middle of the room while Kinsey had her back pressed against the wall, trying to catch her breath as Scott kept watch, waiting for the twins to find them again. It was only a matter of time before they would have to go back out and fight, this time they wouldn't have epinephrine to boost them, they would be tired, weak, beatable.

"Those twins are really starting to piss me off," Peter complained breathlessly. Scott nodded in agreement, trying to remain silent as he peeked out of the small glass window in the door, his eyes remaining on the hall that flashed in and out of darkness, it was a miracle the electricity had been able to hold on for this long, they'd expected to be in complete darkness already. Peter turned to his unusually quiet daughter as she leaned against the door, he watched as she raised her hand from her stomach, wincing with every little movement. Once she'd moved her hand he could see a large slash in her dress, her hand and the rest of her dress covered in her own scarlet red blood, she'd managed to keep that wound quiet. "That doesn't look good." He commented it had come out much more sarcastic than he intended, he was trying to show his concern.

Scott looked at the brunette, he stared at the blood on her hand, wondering when it had happened as she rested her head on the door taking another deep breath, wincing once again.

"It's fine." The girl insisted, wincing again. "It doesn't even hurt." For once, she was a terrible liar.

"Tell your face that," Peter remarked, his daughter narrowed her eyes at him as she placed her hand back on the wound, applying pressure. He had tried to sound sincere, trying to show his worry, but every time he spoke it seemed as though he couldn't have cared less. He did care, he just wasn't used to showing it, or feeling it for that matter. Not as much as he had since having a daughter around him most of the time, especially such a careless daughter, it was only natural for him to have that fatherly worry, a desperate need to protect her. "Come here." Peter insisted, barely able to stand up off of the table as Kinsey did as she was told, stepping closer to the man. He took the hand that wasn't pressed against her wound, she wasn't sure what her father was doing until she watched the black veins stretch up his forearm and he had begun grunting lowly in pain while it relieved her own. Her lie about the wound not hurting had already been poor, but now Peter knew just how much it had hurt her.

Scott watched the exchange, apart from being completely flabbergasted that Peter had been able to take someone's pain, or that he was even willing to, he could see just how urgent it was that the three of them get out of here, and soon. Peter was on his last legs and Kinsey was bleeding, again. Neither of them would make it through another round with the Alpha twins, he wasn't sure that even he would be able to.

"How the hell are we gonna get past them?"

"Personally, I think that if we keep letting them beat the living crap out of us they'll tire and give up," Peter suggested, much to the dismay of both the teenagers who'd had more than enough of having the crap beaten out of them. There was no more crap to beat.

Scott turned to look at the man with a disapproving look like his daughter already was, but as the flickering lights illuminated the room he was given a glimpse of the perfect escape route, it would get them out of this room without the twins seeing them, it couldn't have been better. Kinsey and Peter followed Scott's stare until they were looking at the laundry chute behind them which although it wasn't an ideal route, it was the best thing they had, and possibly the best thing that Scott had ever come up with. Peter was the least pleased with the idea, but he didn't have room to complain if he wanted to stay out of another fight, one that could very much kill him. Kinsey and Scott opted for Peter to be the first to throw himself down the laundry chute, they wanted to know it definitely worked before they dared to put themselves through it. Within seconds of Peter climbing into the chute, Scott had followed him, a disaster waiting to happen. Kinsey stuck her head in the chute, waiting for the inevitable groaning of the two wolves when they collided for not leaving enough room between their departures.

Surely enough, as soon as she heard the thud of Scott landing in a pile of laundry she heard her father snap at him for not waiting even ten seconds longer. Purposely, the brunette girl counted to ten before she climbed into the chute herself, she knew it would hurt her most with her new wound that slashed across her stomach, she tried to apply pressure to it and she slid down the chute, but inevitably, it still hurt when she crashed into the laundry pile between her father and best friend, neither of which had moved out of the pile to make room for her.

Though neither had the heart to complain about her crashing into them when she had landed with an agonizing groan escaping her mouth. When Scott's phone had begun to vibrate in his pocket the wolf pulled it out, reading the text from Derek, neither of the Hale's needed him to read it out to know what it was, his face had been as clear as day.

Just when they thought they were getting somewhere by finding an escape route it turned out that nobody had escaped at all, not Derek, Cora, Stiles, or even Jennifer. While the Alpha and the Dark Druid were trapped in a broken-down elevator, Cora and Stiles had managed to get to the ambulance, the only problem was that there was nobody to drive it, or keys to drive it for that matter.

Stiles sat in the back of the ambulance, watching as Cora lay still, luckily this time, she wasn't still enough to stop breathing like she already had in the time they'd been sitting here. He didn't think he had another round of CPR left in him, the first time had been traumatizing enough. He sat, waiting patiently for someone to come, he didn't know who would get to the ambulance first between the two who had locked him in here before running away, or the three who had run off to fight the Voltron wolf. Any of them was an option he was willing to take, he just wanted to know that somehow everyone had made it out alive, even if it was by the skin of their teeth.

"You just hold on a little longer, okay?" Stiles muttered softly to the unconscious girl, even if she wasn't able to talk back to him he felt comfort in talking to someone. "Kinsey will kill me if you don't get out of this ambulance alive." He sighed, twiddling with his fingers. He wished he had never mentioned the brunette, now that was all he was going to think about, so he tried to digress from the topic of the huntress. "Trust me, if anyone's going to get us out of this, it's Scott. Can't believe I just said that." The boy scoffed at himself. "You know, I actually used to be the one who came up with the plan. Well, or at least a plan B. Now I don't know. Now I'm thinking maybe you were right. You know, maybe... Maybe we are pretty much useless. Maybe all we do is show up and find the bodies." Stiles continued to talk to the girl, letting all of his emotions out while he still could without having a usual remark from her. With all of the emotions, his eyes began swelling with tears. "I don't want to find my father's body."

That was another thought he couldn't quite deal with yet as he took a deep breath, moving on to the next thought that hopefully wouldn't cause him so much pain, he'd had enough pain and worry, he needed a distraction. One that an unconscious girl couldn't quite provide. He laughed slightly as he told the girl she was easier to talk to when she was unconscious, most people were but when it came to confiding in a Hale, it was certainly easier when they couldn't respond.

His faint laughter was cut off by the sound of banging that approached closer to the ambulance, with the hopes that it was someone he wanted to see, Stiles moved closer to the windows, his face pressed against them as he tried to get the best view possible. With a loud growling, the boy moved back slightly, assuming that it may not be any of the three wolves or Kinsey after all, and he had been right. When a large shadow had appeared, a Voltron wolf-shaped shadow, Stiles pressed his back against the ambulance, sitting as far back as he possibly could as he watched the twins walk by, not even looking in his direction.

When the twins had disappeared Stiles sat forward again, his elbows resting on his knees as he bowed his head questioning where everyone had gone, why all of them had been gone for so long. Especially Kinsey and Scott, they clearly weren't fighting Ethan and Aiden who had just passed him, so he couldn't quite figure out where they were, whether he should take it as a good sign, that they had managed to escape them, or that the Voltron wolf had beat them. The boy only had a few minutes to think of all his questions before the silence in the basement turned in to footsteps quickly approaching the ambulance. He pressed his ear against the side, listening as they became closer. His heart sank in his stomach as he turned to look at the window, he wasn't sure what he would do, he had nothing to protect him and Cora. She was lay right in the open, it was the first thing anyone would see when they opened the doors. With that thought, he leaned over to lock the doors, giving whoever it was a slightly harder time at getting to them. But as he reached for the door handle a hand slammed against the window, startling him.

"Stiles! Stiles, open the door." Scott pleaded desperately. He and Kinsey couldn't carry Peter's weight much longer, as they'd run through the halls to get to the basement the man had begun getting worse again, he needed a lot more than epinephrine.

"Sorry," Stiles mumbled, quickly throwing them open.

"Help me get him in."

Stiles grabbed Peter from the two teenagers, almost throwing him into the ambulance beside him until the wolf has sunk into the seat beside him, he didn't even have the energy to complain about how carelessly Stiles had handled him. He was glad to sit down without the worry of getting up and running from Alpha twins two seconds later.

"Where's Derek and Jennifer?" The boy asked frantically before looking at Kinsey, then noticing that her arm was wrapped around her stomach, she had done a poor job of hiding it from him, which was her every intention, as well as placing pressure on the wound. "What happened?"

"We have to go back for them and Melissa." Kinsey insisted before he even tried to stop her.

Stiles didn't try to argue, no matter how much he wanted to, he knew that it was useless, if a slash to the stomach from two merged Alpha twins wasn't going to stop her neither would him, nothing he would say would get through to the girl. As he began explaining the problems that the two may face in going back for Derek and Jennifer Kinsey reached into the ambulance, leaning over an unconscious Cora to reach for the medical box. As she hoped it contained a needle and thread for her to give herself some stitches, she needed something to stop the bleed. Stiles tried to look away, focusing on the problems rather than watching Kinsey and the needle, luckily for the brunette girl, it wasn't a wound like the one Scott gained from the Voltron wolf at the mall, it wasn't so deep, it hadn't gone as far as he had. But for a human, it still hurt like hell, though she remained insistent on not speaking that truth. Stiles explained that Kali had the keys to the ambulance and that he had seen the twins not even minutes before the three of them had gotten to the basement.

As banging sounded behind them they all looked back at the hospital knowing that was their cue to go back in there and find Derek, Jennifer, and Melissa. Scott looked at Kinsey, checking that she was almost finished stitching up her wound, with a few more seconds she threaded the last bit of string before snipping off the excess. She looked at the wolf and nodded, she was ready to head in there and potentially get even more injured by an Alpha. Scott warned the two conscious people in the ambulance to stay there before he and Kinsey began rushing back into the hospital without turning back to look at the worried expression of Stiles.

He kept the girl close as they walked back through the darkened halls, flinching at every small sound they heard, of course, Scott heard a lot more than the brunette girl who was relying on his enhanced senses to guide them away from danger and towards the three people they hoped to find. With one noise he heard Scott stopped in the middle of the hallway, stopping Kinsey with him as he grabbed onto her arm, pulling her behind him as he acted as a shield.

The two stood looking around in every direction, Kinsey remained quiet, not even daring to ask what Scott had heard for them to stop out in the open. In a sudden movement Scott quickly moved, dodging a punch from the Voltron wolf whose fist landed in a metal cabinet, he tried to sneak an attack on them, but he had failed. Ethan and Aiden grabbed him, throwing him up the wall as his bones cracked beneath the pressure, and then against a shelving rail. Kinsey tried to find her dagger in her boot where she was sure she had put it last, but she couldn't find it, she began to panic as she watched Ethan and Aiden grab a hold of Scott again. She must have lost it while going through the laundry chute, leaving her completely defenseless and unable to help Scott as he was gripped by the throat, shoved against the wall as the twins held him high.

"Where is she?" The Voltron wolf growled at the beta. "We're trying not to hurt you."

"Try harder." Scott struggled to speak through the fist clenched around his neck.

"Hey!" Melissa's voice shouted, the twins dropping Scott to the floor. "I'd like to try something." She remarked before pressing a defibrillator on their bare chest sending waves of electricity pulsing through them, it sent sparks until the two twins landed on the floor beside Scott with a groan, no longer the Voltron wolf. Scott and Kinsey both looked at the woman with slacked jaws, amazed by the woman's bravery, and well, the fact that a defibrillator could have in fact worked when Stiles had suggested it. "Sweetheart, get up!" Melissa demanded as she held out a hand to help her son off of the floor, he didn't need telling twice as he pulled himself up with it. Kinsey hopped over the weak bodies of the two Alpha twins, following the two McCalls as they ran.

Once more than enough distance had been gained between them and the twins their running had slowed to a simple speed walk as Melissa began explaining her exchange with the terrifying Deucalion, she had thought that the Kanima and Gerard was the scariest supernatural creature she would ever come across until tonight when she had met not only Deucalion, the Alpha of Alphas, but his sidekick Kali and her toe-claws. Both Kinsey and Scott were confused as to why Deucalion had let the woman go, relieved, but confused, but as Melissa told them, it was the man's gesture of goodwill, no other reason. Which hadn't eased just how confused they were, they didn't know Alpha of all Alpha's had gestures of goodwill in them. That was exactly why Scott and Kinsey insisted there had to be a reason for him letting her go, it couldn't be so simple. They didn't believe Deucalion did anything without reason, as the two people who the Alpha wanted in his pack, there had to be a reason. He had his reasons for wanting them and Derek, he had his reasons for not fighting, there was never a situation he hadn't had a reason, even if they hadn't always known the reasons behind his decisions, he had them.

"Well, if that means I should continue to be profoundly terrified, then don't worry about it, I got that covered." Melissa nervously retorted. That feeling was mutual between the three of them.

As a gun clicking echoed through the empty hall Scott's arm stretched out again, trying to stop his mother and best friend from stepping any further, but he had only successfully blocked one of them. Kinsey had already stepped further than he expected her to, making his blockage completely useless as he watched her slowly continue to walk further. He whispered her name as a warning for her to stop, but she'd heard the sound, had he not realized how unlikely it was for a pack of Alpha werewolves to be carrying a gun? There was only a small handful of people she knew to carry such a weapon, less than a handful, two people if she were to be awfully precise. Those two people she had no reason to shield herself from or hide. Scott and Melissa shared a worried look with one another before the wolf followed the young girl, wondering what had gotten into her to make her think she was invincible. Eventually, he stood beside her as they approached a corner, the two nervously poked their heads around their corner, both groups of people jumping out of their skins as they came face to face.

Chris had instinctively raised his gun at his niece and the wolf, quickly putting it back down with a sigh of relief when he saw it was her in front of him. Isaac had been right to assume that as soon as she was finished convincing Derek about Jennifer she would end up here for Cora.

"Oh, thank God." He mumbled as Kinsey rushed towards him and Allison, wrapping herself in their arms. Kinsey turned from her cousin and uncle to the werewolf she knew she betrayed, she had promised to come back in practically perfect condition, and she had purposely disappeared before he could do anything about it. The brunette opened arms for the tall wolf, he held her in his arms tightly, considering not letting her go, she was a hazard to herself. Though when he had caught a scent of blood on her and a lot of it, he stepped back, looking over her until he saw the tear in her dress, just about able to see the stitches she'd given herself.

"Did you do that?" Her uncle asked as he nodded at the stitches on her stomach, to which she nodded. "I taught you well." He followed with a smile, planting a kiss on her forehead.

The six of them began walking through the halls as Scott gave Chris an update on everything he and the other two had missed in the time that the rest of them had been in the hospital, even if it was less than an hour, plenty of things had happened to all of them. Melissa's exchange with the Alpha of Alpha's Deucalion, Scott and Kinsey's fight with the twins, throwing themselves down a laundry chute, Derek and Jennifer being stuck in a broken-down elevator. Not to mention when Jennifer told them that Deucalion wanted not only Derek in his pack but Scott and Kinsey too. In the short forty minutes since they had walked through the hospital doors more had happened to them than ever. Chris tried to process the information bit by bit, he couldn't take all of the things he had just had thrown at him, and neither could Melissa who hadn't heard it all either.

Meanwhile, Kinsey, her cousin, and Isaac followed behind Scott and the two adults, the two of them were determined to keep the girl at arm's length after hearing what she'd been through, that she was wanted by the Alpha pack just as much as Jennifer was. Kinsey knew that unlike her uncle not giving her a lecture or calling her an idiot, it was only a matter of time before her two new bodyguards did it for him, and the two of them wouldn't hold back. They were both so engrossed in Scott's explanation neither could unleash hell on her yet.

"So they're essentially trapped?" Chris asked the young boy as they all found themselves crowding around in yet another surgical room, it only made sense, the hospital was full of them, and better yet, they all had multiple exits for them to escape out of.

"There's no way of getting them out without turning the power back on," Isaac whispered as they all crowded around an empty gurney, ready to come up with their plan of escape, hopefully with all of the extra brains it would work out better for them. They had a lot of bodies to keep track of, each and everyone needed to get out of the hospital alive. All six of them in this room, Stiles and the two Hale werewolves that sat in the ambulance, and Derek and Jennifer.

"But wait, wait, wait, if the power's back on, they're gonna hear the elevator moving, right?"

"And they'll be on Derek and Jennifer as soon as it stops," Scott added to his mother's point. "We can't get in a fight with them," Scott tried to reason with the man, he along with Kinsey wasn't strong enough to be put through another fight, and if this one was with Kali and Deucalion, they may as well give up while they were ahead.

Chris insisted that they had them now as he looked at his niece, but his presence hadn't boosted her confidence, nor had it boosted Allison's as she looked at her father with wide eyes, she found it hard to believe that he of all people was willing to fight a pack of Alphas when he was the one who declared that they should have no part in it, but he hadn't quite been the man they thought he was for months. Scott disagreed with Chris, shaking his head, he wasn't willing to let anyone get any deeper into this mess than they already were.

He'd kept secrets for the very purpose of keeping them all safe, the last thing he was going to do was willing let them all pursue a fight with Deucalion and his pack, he had fought them if times tonight to know how it would end. They had all seen the aftermath of a fight with the Alpha pack and what it could do to them, surely the three Argents and Isaac knew that what they all needed now was a safe escape route that avoided all the fighting. He wasn't sure that the man had quite comprehended the effects of Jennifer dying, it would cost them not only Cora's but the Sheriff's life, without her, they couldn't do anything to save them.

"I don't even think I know which teacher this is" Chris admitted.

"She's... She's the one with the brown hair." Isaac began, realizing that it didn't particularly narrow down the list of teachers at the school. "She's kind of hot." He added with a nod. All of them turned to look at him, even the man who had no idea of his relationship with Kinsey had raised a brow at the comment, confused as to whether he had just called his English teacher who happened to be the Dark Druid hot. Despite her furrowed brow Allison bit her tongue on the comment that had immediately entered her head about the wolf having a type; brunettes. As Isaac looked around all of the faces he realized his mistake, looking straight at Kinsey as he tried to take back what he said. "No, it's... Just an observation."

Allison couldn't help but whisper the comment discreetly to Kinsey as the rest of the group shook their heads with disapproval, she couldn't completely hold in her comment, to her it was comedy gold, she couldn't resist saying it to her cousin, a brunette just like Jennifer. Kinsey found humor in the girl's comment until something clicked in her head.

A brunette, just like Jennifer.

Scott noticed the look on Kinsey's face as she looked straight into a mirror at her and Allison's brunette hair, he didn't like that look. It was her "I've got an idea." look. And she did, it was perfect, it risked a fight, but as her uncle had said, they had them now, they had enough people to create multiple diversions and lead the Alphas on a wild goose chase.

It was a simple plan, but a risky one. They had two brunettes at their disposal, as the one who had come up with the idea Kinsey was more than prepared to be the one to follow through with it, Allison tried to insist that it should be her, and she quickly failed. Kinsey gave her the job of waiting outside of the hospital where she would leave the twins, and when they got there, she could attack them with whatever weapons she had brought with her, or that Chris had brought. One of them was bound to have something to use against the twins.

Once everyone understood the plan and agreed to follow through with it the group separated. Issac rushed outside to Chris's SUV where Kinsey had instructed him to wait, the three Argent's stuck together as they headed to find Jennifer and Derek, Melissa headed to the roof waiting to turn the power on while Scott roamed the halls, ready to run into any of the Alpha pack. After a quick stop at the broken down elevator to retrieve Jennifer's entire outfit, the three Argents all retreated to a hallway far away from Derek and Jennifer.

Kinsey held up her phone as she began video calling the werewolf waiting outside for further instructions. "Are you ready?" She asked as Allison stood beside her, noticing just how uneasy Isaac looked as he sat in her father's car. She couldn't tell whether he was scared of damaging something of Chris's or because of the instructions he had been given by Kinsey, maybe even both. "Not nervous, are you?" Kinsey asked again with a raised brow.

"Do I look nervous?"

Kinsey and Allison shook their heads, lying through their teeth as they said "No, not at all." She placed the phone down, standing it up so that Isaac had a clear view of the hallway before both she and Allison shook their heads in agreement that Isaac did in fact look nervous, as they had expected him to.

"Did he look nervous?" Chris asked the two girls.

"Terrified."

"Yeah, I can still hear you all, very, very clearly." Isaac deadpanned.

Allison popped her head into the screen, reminding him to go as soon as he saw the twins. Isaac nodded, he understood his role in Kinsey's plan, but as Kinsey had seen, he was terrified for the sake of them all. The longer he thought about the plan the more he regretted not trying to argue against it, how he'd just let Kinsey agree to be the ones who Ethan and Aiden chased when she'd already gotten hurt by the two of them, even if she had stitched herself up, impressively too, he still regretted not speaking up against the plan. Someone had to protect the protector herself.

The very same question that Kinsey had asked Isaac was the one that Allison asked her before she and Chris left to wait outside of the hospital. With a deep breath, shaking off any second thoughts Kinsey agreed that she was prepared to follow through with her own dangerous plan. Once the two of them were out of sight, heading into the stairwell, Kinsey mumbled a string of assertive phrases to herself, boosting up her confidence before she began running. She made sure to be heavy-footed as she ran, allowing the hells of Jennifer's shoes to click loudly on the tiled flooring laid throughout the hospital. It didn't take long for the twins to find her, both of them were hot on her tail as she ran through each floor of the hospital, reminding herself not to turn around and look at them. Even a simple glimpse of her face would reveal to them both that they had the wrong brunette, with that, her entire plan would fall apart.

As soon as Isaac had seen Kinsey run past the cellphone again, followed by Ethan and Aiden he placed the phone down, speeding towards the basement where he could retrieve the wolves and Stiles from the ambulance. Kinsey ran out of the hospital, from above glass shattered as Kali jumped out of the window from one of the higher floors, Ethan and Aiden running through the main entrance just like Kinsey had. When she reached the gutter she grabbed the arrow that had been placed there for her, Allison had come out of her hiding place, as the two of them turned to begin shooting their flash-bang arrows at the three Alpha's they realized that they'd been after the wrong person. They didn't have Jennifer. Chris emerged from the trees, shooting bullets at the three werewolves as they tried to cover their eyes, unable to fight back. They were too overwhelmed by everything that flew towards them until they had no other choice but to retreat and hide. Giving up on fighting against the three hunters.

"Girls, come on!" Chris urged, trying to usher the two of them away from the hospital. Allison had gladly begun walking towards her dad but Kinsey stopped, her eyes looking towards the now illuminated hospital that stood in front of her. "Kinsey, we've got to go!"

"Guardian." The brunette mumbled to herself. She turned to the man with wide eyes, it had taken her too long to figure it out, for all of them to figure it out. The man in front of her was one of them, a Guardian. He was her guardian, he was the parental figure in her life. All of the times he had to sign forms for her, he had to circle the word guardian rather than the parent. That was the kind of Guardian that Jennifer wanted. Not law enforcement. "It's guardians. As in parents."

"What?" Allison muttered in confusion.

"I need to find Melissa."

Three teenagers rushed through the halls, all with the same motive. All of them had finally figured it out, it had taken all of them too long. Now it was a race against time and Jennifer who was about to claim her second Guardian, the one that they had allowed to be left on the roof alone because it had taken them too long to see what was right in front of them. Scott hadn't realized it until he found Derek alone in the elevator, unconscious, then he'd realized the mistake they had all made. Stiles's revelation had been almost identical to Kinsey's, when he'd been climbing out of the ambulance, seeing a medical form on the door listing a parent or guardian, his eyes sticking to the word Guardian as he read it. His lightbulb moment. Now all of them were trying to carry themselves quickly to the rooftop. Kinsey was the first to rush through the halls of the hospital, taking the staircase closest to the hospital entrance. Scott was next, he had taken the next stairwell after finding an unconscious Derek, momentarily leaving him there. Stiles wasn't far behind his werewolf best friend, in fact, he was close enough to catch a glimpse of Scott as he ran around the corner, he'd planned on finding the werewolf to fill him in on what he'd realized. Only when he saw Derek did he realize they didn't have time for that, it was further gone than he had known, Jennifer was already well on her way to finding a guardian.

Kinsey reached the rooftop first, shouting Melissa's name as she frantically looked around for her. From the shadows, a voice answered her calls.

"They're gone" Deucalion stated as he approached her. "Guardians, Kinsey. You have one of those, right? Your Uncle, Argent, he's your legal guardian, isn't he?" The man asked though it was clear that he already knew the answer. "If you and Scott were with me I could have told you what it meant. I could've warned you."

Scott reached the rooftop, standing beside the brunette girl who faced Deucalion for the first time since had been in town, truly facing him, it was the first time she'd ever spoken to the man, and she wished it would be the last, but she knew it was stupid to be that hopeful. He was a determined man, just like she was a determined girl, when both of them wanted something they would fight for it, no matter the consequences. The only difference? She wanted good.

The young wolf didn't need to speak for Deucalion to know he was standing beside the girl, his scent had been enough. "Let me help you, Scott. Let's all help each other." He offered them. "You help me catch her, and I'll help you get your mother and Stiles's father back."

"Scott-" Kinsey looked at the wolf. "Tell me you aren't actually considering this?"

"I-" He stammered for words.

"We can find them alone, we don't need his offer. I promise we will find them ourselves."

"I can't-" He said with tears in his eyes. "I have to."

Scott stopped towards Deucalion, taking his offer. As he walked closer, Stiles reached the roof, his eyes widening as he watched his best friend edge towards the man with a cane while Kinsey stood with a hopeless look across her face.

"Scott don't do this." Stiles tried to plea. "Don't go with him."

"I don't know what else to do."

"No, there's..." Stiles struggled to find the words to say. "Scott, there's got to be something else, okay? We always... We always have a plan B."

Scott turned to look at his two best friends, all three of them with tears in their eyes, knowing that this was one fight that couldn't be won with physicality or a fight against the Alphas. Scott could only see one way, and that was giving Deucalion what he wanted, or at least part of it, he didn't expect Kinsey to follow him and take the man's offer, but he was going to.

"Not this time." He shook his head.

"Scott, please," Kinsey begged him. "Please."

"I'll find your dad, Stiles. I promise." His final words as he followed Deucalion into the shadows, refusing to look back at the expressions on his best friend's face. He couldn't bear it. As he walked away he knew he'd lost everything. The fight against Jennifer. The fight against the Alphas. His chance to keep himself and everyone else away from Deucalion. And his best friends.