Harley grunted as she dragged herself across the locker room floor, using every ounce if her strength.

"It was a good effort Harley." Gerard spoke, making the girl flinch. "It was."

"Screw you." Harley growled, freezing when she heard the unsheathing of a sword.

"This would be so much more poetic if it were half time." He sighed, a cruel smirk on his face as she started crawling again. The sword dragged across the cold cement floor, almost taunting the girl as she pulled herself onto the sink.

Harley pressed herself against the mirror as much as possible as he rose his sword, reading to strike. A smirk grew on her face as the old man froze, looking at Scott and Isaac in the mirror.

It only took seconds for the two to take down Gerard's hunters, the two looking around in shock when he diapered.

"Where is he?" Scott asked, the girl blinking and shaking her head as he took off.

"You okay?" Isaac was at her side, sliding an arm around her waist. She girl just nodded as she pushed herself off the sink, knees buckling slightly when her feet hit the ground.

"I'm good." She nodded, the feeling coming back in her legs as he helped her out of the locker room. By the time the two had made it to the feild, the bleachers were practically empty as everyone gathered around a fallen player. "What's going-"

The blonde's words caught in her throat as she stepped back, Melissa pulling up Jackson's jersey to reveal bloody claw marks in his abdomen.

"Oh my god," Lydia whimpered, her eyes filling with tears. "There's blood."

"Look." Scott nodded towards Jackson's hands, clawed and stained with his own blood.

"He did it to himself."

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"Gotta meet with the medical examiner and try to figure out what happened with Jackson." Stilinski sighed, reading out of a tiny notebook. "I got an APB on Stiles. His jeep is still in the parking lot, that means... I don't know why that means, um, if he answers his phone. If he answers his email. If one if you see him-"

"We'll call you." Isaac nodded

"Look he's probably just freaked out from all the attention or something." Scott lied, shaking his head. "We'll find him."

"Yeah." The sheriff nodded, giving them a half smile. "I'll see you."

"McCall." The three looked up to see coach standing there, a sincere look on his face. "We need you in the team, okay? You know I can't put you on the field next season if you don getting your grades up."

"Yeah I know Coach." Scott whispered.

"I mean, I know I yell a lot, but it's not like I, I hate you guys." He chucked shaking his head. "Well, I really hate Greenburg, but that's different. It's Greenburg. I'm just saying we, I need you on the team."

Harley smiled lightly at her fathers'd kindness, the man telling Scott once more to get his grades up.

"I will."

"I know." He nodded, turning to walk away, only to stop and look back at them. "And Isaac?"

"Yeah coach?" Isaac asked, his eyes widening in slight fear as his gaze shifted between him and his daughter.

"You hurt her, I'll probably kill you." He warned, giving him a shrug. "Good luck."

Harley raised her eyebrows in surprise as he walked off, Isaac letting out a relieved sigh.

"Is that everyone?" She asked, looking around the locker room.

"I think so." Isaac replied, the two looking down to see a locker door at their feet, watching as Scott grabbed his best friend's clothes. "You're gonna find him by scent?"

"We all are." He answered, tossing Harley a pair of boxers and Isaac a shoe.

"No." The blonde held up the underwear with a disgusted look, the waistband pinched between her nails. "Give me the shirt."

Scott went to argue, only to turn and tap their arms to turn their attention to Derek.

"We need to talk." He said, Peter Hale stepping out from behind him.

"All of us."

"Holy sh-" Scott breathed, eyes wide. "What the hell is this?"

"Y'know, I thought the same thing when I saw you talking to Gerard at the sheriff's station." Derek replied, Harley looking at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"Okay, hold on." Scott argued, shaking his head. "He threatened to kill my mom and I had to get close to him. What was I supposed to do?"

"I'm gonna go with Scott on this one." Peter shrugged, his voice going to a slight whisper. "Have you seen his mom? She's gorgeous."

"Shut up!" Derek and Scott growled in unison, glaring at the ex-alpha.

"Who's he?" Isaac whispered, leaning closer to Scott.

"It's Peter, Derek's uncle." He explained in a hush tone. "Little while back he tried to kill us all and then we set him on fire and Derek slashed his throat."

"That's just beautiful." Harley breathed, the older man sending them a wave.

"How is he alive?"

"Short version is he knows how to stop Jackson." Derek snapped, the three betas sharing a look. "Maybe how to save him."

"That's so very helpful, except for the fact Jackson's dead." Harley pursed her lips, Derek and Peter looking at her in shock.

"What?"

"Yeah, he's dead." Scott continued. "It just happened on the feild."

"Okay, why is no one taking this as good news?" Isaac asked, shaking his head.

"Because," Peter sighed. "If Jackson is dead, it didn't just happen. Gerard wanted it to happen."

"Why?"

"Well that's exactly what we need to figure out." He stepped forward, arms behind his back. "And I have a feeling our window of opportunity is closing. Quickly."

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"What's happening to him?" Harley blinked, staring at Jackson's corpse.

"I was hoping that you were gonna tell me is it bad?" Melissa's voice raised an octave as she grew more and more frantic.

"Well, it doesn't look good." Isaac replied, leaning in the table. They all jumped back when Jackson's head moved, a noise coming from the back of his throat.

"Mom," Scott whispered, stepping back. "Can you zip up the bag please?"

"Okay, okay. Here we go." She breathed, slowly zipping up the zipper, only to have it get caught just below his chin. As she tried to zip it up, Jackson let out a hiss, his mouth opening to reveal rows of sharp teeth.

"I'm out." Harley shook her head, stumbling back into Isaac. "Zip it. Zip, Zip it!"

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"Okay, go." Harley whispered, looking back from around the corner. The two boys picked up the body bag and shuffled across the parking lot, only to have Scott drop his side. "Scott!"

Isaac looked up with wide eyes, Scott bending back down to pick it up as headlights flashed, brakes screeching as a car pulled up. The three watched in confusion as Chris Argent stepped out, slamming the door.

"You're alone." Scott observed, furrowing his eyebrows.

"More than you know." Argent replied, his face showing a deeper meaning.

"What do you want?"

"We don't have much in common, Scott." He sighed, stepping forward. "But we have a common enemy."

"That's why we're trying to get him out of here." Harley scoffed, gesturing to the body bag.

"I didn't mean Jackson."

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