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Due to the nature of this chapter, reader discretion is advised.
Trigger warning:
Suicide/suicidal thoughts
Mild gore
Mild details of death
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It's night time when the bus full of students pulls up to a questionable motel called the Glen Capri. The students file off. Y/n hesitates when stepping off the bus onto the property. She has to force her foot off of the step and onto the pavement, but she regrets it when a feeling of dread washes over her. What happened here? She wondered. She subconsiously stepped closer to Stiles and Scott. She really doesn't want to be here.

"I've seen worse." Scott mentioned.

"Where have you seen worse?" Stiles asked. Coach blows his whistle before he can answer.

"Listen up. The meet's been pushed till tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgment when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves. You'll be pairing up, choose wisely." He holds up a bundle of keys with large, red plastic tags that name which room the keys belong to. The teens all walk by and grab one. "And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants. Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!"

Y/n's fingers barely graze the plastic tag before she's almost doubling over with a sinking feeling in her gut. What the hell is happening to me? She forces herself to continue walking, not wanting anyone to see the affect this place was having on her after two minutes. She glances at the number printed in white.

217.

The bus pulls away and Lydia hesitates as the students walk to their rooms. Allison stops when she sees her friend isn't following. "Lydia?"

"I don't like this place."

"I don't think the people who own this place like this place." Allison chuckled. "It's just for a night."

"A lot can happen in one night." Allison eventually gets Lydia to follow her to the room they'll be staying in. Room 215.

Scott and Stiles make themselves comfortable in 213 and plop down on each of the beds with a sigh. "All right, so I have four." Stiles holds up that many fingers.

"Four? You have four suspects?"

"Yeah, it was originally ten. Well, nine technically, I guess. I had Derek on there twice."

"So, who's number one? Harris?"

"Just because he's missing doesn't mean he's dead."

"So if he's not dead, our Chemistry teacher is out secretely commiting human sacrifices."

"Yeah, I guess that just sounded way better in my head."

"Well, what if it's somebody else from school? Like, you remember Matt? We didn't know that he was killing people."

Stiles picked up his head to look at Scott. "Excuse me?" He sat up. "I'm sorry, what?" He stood up now. "I- yes, we did. I called that from day one, actually."

Scott propped himself on his elbows when Stiles stood. "Yeah, but we never really seriously thought that it was Matt."

"I was serious. I was quite serious, actually. Deadly serious. No one but Y/n listened to me."

"Who were the other three?"

"Derek's sister, Cora. No one knows anything about her, and she's Derek's sister. Next, your boss."

"My boss?" Scott fully sat up then.

"Yeah, your boss."

"Better not let Y/n know you think that."

"I know, I know. But I don't really like the whole Obi-Wan thing he's got going on, you know. It freaks me out." Scott looks a bit lost at the reference. "Oh, my God. Have you still not seen Star Wars?"

"I swear, if we make it back alive, I will watch the movie."

"Just makes me crazy." He quietly complained.

"Who was the last one?"

Stiles sighs. "Lydia." He sits on the bed. "She was totally controlled by Peter, and she had no idea, so..."

"So was Y/n."

"Yeah. Yeah, I know. I thought of her for just a second, she's got the abilities and she knew how the sacrifices worked before I even said anything, and that whole Peter thing. And she keeps calling the darach a 'she'. But she wouldn't do something like this. At least, not by her own will." They fell into silence and slowly fell on their backs with a sigh.

Y/n has stood in the middle of the dark room since she closed the door. She didn't want to be here. She wanted to rip the door off it's hinges and sprint away, but she couldn't bring herself to move a muscle. She can hear them. Voices. So many voices. Some cry in sorrow, some wail in anguish, some scream in rage. They overlap to create a deafening roar in her ears. It's the same as always when she visits a new place with tragedy. And this place has so much. She's been trying to block them, desperately thinking of anything else but the cries, but she can't. She's even tried imagining Stiles' voice in her head, something that's worked before, but there's too much of the suffering and the lost.

She hears a particularly loud sniffle and cracks a blazing eye open, her vison having to adjust from being squeezed shut. The bathroom light is on. A shadow dances across the floor. The figure lifts a large bottle to their lips and struggles to drink half of the contents, sputtering and choking until they put it down with a 'thump' on the counter. She blinks. The light is off but the smell of bleach is heavy. She's drawn to the window where she moves the curtain just a bit and sees a woman standing at the balcony, hands gripping the railing. She can feel her emotions, hear her thoughts. My kids have been taken. My 'husband' doesn't want me. My parents disowned me when I got pregnant. I can barely support myself with this shit job. I have no one. I have nothing. I am nothing. There's no where else for me to go. The woman leans forward and disappears from sight.

Y/n gasps and backs away from the window, back to her original spot. That woman's last words and feelings keep rushing around through her body as tears stain her cheeks.

Lydia had gone to the reception to get more towels because the ones they had reeked of nicotine. She seemed to find the cause of the smell when the owner turned and revealed she had a tracheotomy tube in her throat. Lydia looked away from her to not stare and noticed white cards with red numbers hanging on the wall. It showed 198. When Lydia asked what they were the woman told her that the Glen Capri had the most guest suicides. 198 to be precise. Lydia went back to the room that she shared with Allison, sitting on the bed as the brunette towel dried her hair.

"198?" Allison asked.

"Yes, and we're talking 40 years. On average that's... 4.95 a year, which is... Actually expected. But who commemorates that with a framed number? Who does that? Who?"

Allison's hair is now dry and she moved into the room with Lydia. "All suicides?"

"Yes. Hanging, throat-cutting, pill-popping, both-barrels-of-a-shotgun-in-the-mouth suicides. I don't know about you, but me, I-" She cuts herself off as she starts to hear a guy's voice.

"Which- which one do you want?"

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" A girl's voice replies to the boy.

"I don't know. The smaller one, I guess."

"It's okay. Smaller's better. There's less kick." Lydia looks behind her and up, towards the vent above the bed. A small silver streamer sways in the air current. "I'll chamber the round." Lydia steps onto the bed and gets closer to the vent, keeping her eyes on it the whole time. "All right, so..."

"Wait, wait. When do I- I mean, do you count?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll- I'll- I'll count to three."

"So after three or on three?"

"You tell me."

Lydia's breath comes out in a shudder. "Lydia?"

"One, two..."

"Oh, my God, oh, my God." Lydia is in disbelief of what she's hearing.

"Then pull the trigger."

"Oh, my God."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"One. Two."

Two gunshots ring out simultaneously making Lydia gasp and take a few steps back with a hand over her mouth. The streamer falls still. Allison put her hands up to catch her friend in case she stepped back too far. "What is it, Lydia? What happened?"

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

Lydia stepped down from the bed. "The two people in the other room- they shot each other." Without another word Lydia dashed from the room and went to the left to room 216.

"Lydia." Allison called as she followed.

Lydia opened the door but it was pitch black, the switch by the door not working. "Hello?" Lydia hesitantly walks in.

"Lydia, what are you doing?"

"Hello?" Lydia feels her way around and finds a work light that she turns on to find the room empty of anyone or any bodies, just work equipment. "It had to be right here. It was a guy and a girl, and, I mean, they sounded younger, but... They were here."

"I believe you." Allison quickly reassures. "After everything we've been through, I believe you." Lydia is still confused. She heard them, so what happened? Her gaze moves from her friend to the wood paneling wall. Her eyes lock on the grain and she slowly steps closer. She sees screaming faces looking back at her.

Y/n's eyes shine in the dark room against her will. She doesn't want to see anymore. Doesn't want to hear anymore. But they haven't had anyone who will watch and listen in such a long time. They need her to see, see what they did and why they did it. Her hair is messy from where she raked her fingers through in stress. She can't stop. She hears the sound of a sword being pulled from it's sheath. She turns and backs away with a startled sound. A man stands in the middle of the room with a samurai sword, the sheath discarded on the ground. He kneels on the ground with teary eyes. He's heart broken. The love of his life had died. He tried to go on for her, continued to teach karate, his passion, and live a normal life, but living was too painful for him. He'd only be happy again when he saw her in the afterlife.

He bowed his head before plunging the sword into his abdomen and drew it to the right, cutting open his stomach completely. He bled out quickly and slumped to the ground in his own blood.

Y/n's scream is muffled by her hand. This was too much. She can't handle the emotions that they're giving her. She can feel the whole motel. She has to release it somehow. And her magic responds to her needs. With a burst of energy she lets out a gutteral scream and the lightbulbs flash brightly before shattering with everything in the room being pushed back, upturned, and some things even smashing into the walls.

Lydia and Allison had gone back to their room and Lydia insisted they needed to leave. Allison tried to reason that they were just suicides, not murders, and that the motel isn't haunted. Lydia thinks that maybe it is, she bets that that couple made their pact in that very room, and that the reason they were renovating was because they've been scraping brain matter off the wood paneling. Allison suggests they find out and so they go back to reception, but the woman is gone, a sign declaring they'd be back at 6am taking her place. Allison notices the red numbers Lydia had inquired about, but instead of being 198 like her friend said, it was at 201. Allison wonders if that means there had been three more suicides, Lydia suggests that maybe it's three more about to happen. When they get back to their room they text Stiles and Y/n to meet with them, but only Stiles shows. In the girls' moments of worry and discusion with him they don't really notice the lack of the third female.

"Last time I saw Scott act like that was during the full moon." Allison said.

"Yeah, I know. He was definitely a little off with me too," Stiles agreed, "but actually, it was Boyd who was really off. I watched him put his fist through a vending machine."

"See, it is the motel." Lydia insists. "Either we need to get out of here right now, or-" She turns and opens the night stand drawer to pull out the bible tucked in there. "Someone needs to learn how to do an exorcism ASAP, before the werewolves go crazy and kill us."

"Okay, just hold on, all right? What if it's not just the motel? The number in the office went up by three, right?"

"You mean like three sacrifices?" Allison asks.

"What if this time it's three werewolves?"

"Scott, Isaac, and Boyd."

"Maybe we were meant to come here."

"Exactly!" Lydia exclaims. "So can we get the hell out of here now? Please?" With Lydia gesturing with the bible Stiles noticed a piece of paper tucked into the pages. He plucked the book from her hand and opened it to pull out the news article clipping.

"What is that?" Allison looked over his shoulder with Lydia.

"'28-year-old man hangs himself at the infamous Glen Capri'." He reads off. He sets the article on the bed and rifles through the pages, finding another, and instead shakes the book by the front cover letting several clippings fall out.

The three set them up right and Lydia points to a pair. "Oh, no. Look at these two. They both mention the room 216. These are probably all the suicides that happened in this room."

"So if every room has a bible..." Allison trails off.

"There could be articles in all the rooms."

"It's a beautiful thing. Most places leave a mint under the pillow. This one leaves a record of all the horrible deaths that occured." Stiles says.

"What if the room next door has the one about the couple?" Stiles went to go to the door when Lydia stopped him. "Wait... Do you hear that?" She furrowed her brows as a faint voice drifted to her ears.

"Hear what?"

"It sounds like... Crying." The voice had grown louder and she could make out the broken sobs. Then she realized she could recognize the voice. Her eyes widened as she looked at the two. "There's something wrong with Y/n."

"Wait, what? Where is she?"

"She- we texted her at the same time we texted you. She should have been here." Allison said.

"This is- this is not good. Y/n told me about how her magic works sometimes. She can- she can see and hear the dead whenever she wants, but if something really bad happened it just kind of forces itself on her. She'll see it whether she wants to or not."

"A lot of really bad things happened here." Lydia pointed out.

His eyes scan over the news clippings and something seems to click in his mind. "Oh, God. What room is she in?" He asks quickly.

"217." He bolts for the door without another word and the girls follow. He skids to a stop in front of her door and finds the key still in the lock. She didn't take it in when she entered. He turns the knob and the door opens. The room is almost pitch black, only being illuminated by the light from the sheer window curtains and the now open doorway.

"Y/n?" He calls with a careful step in. It takes a second for his eyes to adjust, but he can see the outline of overturned furniture. "Y/n?" He hears a whimper in the corner and just barely sees a figure hunched up there. A glimpse of purple confirms that it's her.

"I can't make them stop." Her voice is a broken whisper and he slowly walks towards her. Allison and Lydia stay by the door as they watch their tortured friend.

"It's okay. It's gonna be okay." He assures.

She shakes her head. "No. No, no, no. I can feel them. I can feel all of them. So much pain. So much anger. They had no hope for life."

He crouches down a few feet from her. "Y/n, I need you to look at me."

Her eyes ghost over his face before they're drawn to a figure over his shoulder. A man with brown hair and a mustache had walked out of the bathroom and grabbed a duffle bag. His white tank top is stained with blood over the left side of his ribs. He sits the bag by the window and opens the curtains to reveal the full moon shining brightly. He turns away and kneels with his back to the cursed light, quickly zipping open the bag and setting a shotgun on the ground. He empties his pockets, leaving his wallet with his identification, a fliptop lighter, and his keys in front of him, and pulls out a single shotgun round. He loads it into the chamber and cocks it. He takes a deep breath and looks up, pointing the gun under his chin. He says a phrase and Y/n can't help but to repeat it.

"Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent." Her eyes are wide as she watches him.

Allison furrows her brows when she recognizes the Hunter's Code. "Where did you hear that?" She asked.

Y/n didn't move her eyes from him as she pointed to where he kneeled. "He said it." His eyes shift revealing him to be a turning wolf. And then he shoots himself. Y/n jumps and lets out a startled sound at the noise, pressing herself even further into the wall at the blood and bits on the wall and curtain. A pendant depicting a wolf sparkles in the light, red dotting the silver surface as it rests on his chest. His body had slumped to the ground, the gun fallen to his side, blood soaks into the already red carpet. She sobs. "I can't take it. I can't take it!" She shoves her tear stained face into her hands, roughly scraping against her eyes and then covering her ears, clenching her hair so hard some of the strands break from the roots in her fingers. "Make it stop!"

Another surge of energy rushes from her, messing up the already messed room further and making the girls by the door stumble back, but leaving Stiles untouched. He takes a suddery breath. He's never seen her like this. It's killing him to see her so broken. "Y/n. Look at me." She doesn't answer, just digs the heels of her hands into her eyes again with a strangled sound. "Look at me!" His tone is more forceful but he has to get her attention. He grabs her wrists and the combination of those two things makes her snap her head up to him, burning amythest gazing into soft umber. "Focus on me, on my voice, okay? I'm right here. I'm right here with you. And I'm not going anywhere."

Her eyes dart between his. "Stiles?" She calls almost as if she was waking from a dream, and by all rights she was. She was waking from the nightmare that was the spirits of the Glen Capri.

He nods. "Yeah. Yeah, it's me."

She sobs in relief this time. The voices were fading the more she looked at him and heard his voice. "There's so much. They haven't been able to tell their story in so long. I couldn't make them stop." Her hands find his shirt and hold on for dear life.

He pulls her into him and holds her against him. "It's okay. You're gonna be okay. I'm right here." He murmers comforting words to her and runs his hand over her hair. She practicly slumps in exhaustion against him, finally able to relax as the voices stop and she feels her eyes finally shift back to e/c for the first time since she stepped foot in this room. But the relief doesn't last long as dread's fingers tingle her spine.

She pulls away from him. "She's here. The darach. Something's happening." She alerted and quickly sprung up from the floor, rushing past her friends and to the door of 216. When she tried the handle it was locked.

"No, that was not locked before." Lydia said as the three had followed the witch.

"Forget it. We need to get Scott, Isaac, and Boyd out of here." Allison said. The three went to search for them, but Y/n didn't move. A buzzing sound makes them stop a second later.

"I'm not the only one that heard that, am I?"

"It sounds like someone turned the handsaw on."

"Handsaw?" Y/n and Stiles chorused. Her eyes flashed as she forced the door open and they found Ethan with his shirt unbuttoned, the handsaw poised in his hands to cut him open.

"Hey, no, Ethan, don't!" Stiles yelled.

Y/n threw a hand forward and the saw was yanked out of his hands and onto the ground. Stiles stopped Ethan from diving for it again. Lydia looked around and found the outlet, unplugging the tool just as Ethan pushes Stiles off of him and the teen catches himself centimeteres from getting a new hair cut. Allison checks on him when he scrambles away and they all look at Ethan as he brings out his claws. He goes to tear into his stomach when Y/n made energy whips to keep his hands away from himself. He struggles against her hold and she yanks him forward and onto a heat lamp that burns him. He screams in pain and then looks up at them from his place on his on the floor.

"What just happened?" He asked as he scrambled up. He doesn't give them time to answer as he bolts for the door.

"Ethan, wait!" Y/n calls and chases him with the others following her.

Stiles runs ahead of her and asks Ethan what happened. "Didn't you hear what I just said? I don't know how I got there or what I was doing." Ethan pulls his shirt closed as he goes down the steps.

"Okay, you could be a little bit more helpful, you know? We did just save your life."

"And you probably shouldn't have." And then he retreats to his room.

"What now?" Lydia questions.

"I'll find Scott." Allison offers. "You guys grab Isaac and Boyd. The best thing we can do is get them out of this place."

The girls look after their friend before Lydia glances at Stiles who is giving Lydia a slightly wary look. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" At her question Y/n looks over and notices the look too.

"Oh, no, I w-"

"Stiles." She cuts him off.

He sighs. "All right, Lydia. I didn't want to say anything, but this- everything we're going through- we've kind of been through something like this before, a lot like this."

"What do you mean? When?"

"Your birthday party, the night you poisoned everyone with wolfsbane."

"Wait, you think Lydia has something to do with what's going on with the wolves?" Y/n asked and he just gave her a slightly guilty look. "Did you forget that she was being influenced by Peter?"

"That's why I even thought about it. Peter was controling her and she didn't even know."

"No, she was being haunted. We were being haunted. You try having a spirit live in your head for months, whispering to you, preying on your insecurities 24/7 until you finally break down and give it what it wants just to get it to shut up and leave you alone." Y/n gently took Lydia's hand and started to walk away to find the other wolves.

"Y/n, I'm sorry, okay?" Stiles followed behind them. "Look, I didn't mean that she's trying yo kill people, okay? I just- I just meant that maybe- maybe she's somehow involved in getting people to kill themselves, you know? Which now that I say that out loud, it just sounds really terrible, so I'm just gonna stop talking."

"Y/n..." Lydia stopped and Y/n looked back at her. "Do you hear that?"

"What are you hearing?" She asked.

"Stop. Please, just stop." Lydia looked down at the sewer grate and kneeled down, letting Y/n's hand go as she leans down farther. "What do you want? I don't know what you want."

"Lydie, what are you hearing?" Y/n crouched down to peer at her friend.

"A baby crying."

"Quiet!"

"I hear... I hear water running."

"It's time to sleep."

"Oh, my God."

"We're both going to sleep now."

"She's drowning the baby!" Lydia cried. And then she stood up looking at Y/n with wide eyes. And that's when Y/n felt the dark chill. "Someone's drowning!"

"Where?" Lydia turned and ran, following her intuition and Y/n followed, trusting her friend completely. The three ended up at Boyd and Isaac's room, instantly spotting a shape in the tub. Boyd was flat on his back in a filled tub with a large safe on his chest to weigh him down. Stiles rushed forward to unblock the drain but it wouldn't budge.

"He blocked it. He blocked the drain with something. I can't get to it."

"What do we do?" Lydia asked.

"We have to get this off of him." Y/n kneeled next to the tub and gripped the safe. "I can't lift it with my magic. It's too heavy and we don't have the time to try. Help me with this." Lydia and Stiles also gripped the safe and the three tried to lift it but it wouldn't budge more than a slight shift.

"Is he dead? How long can a werewolf stay underwater?"

"Not much longer." They tried again to lift the safe yet only yielded the same results.

The three stood and Stiles backed away as he tried to think, ending up backing into the wall heater and singing his arm. He jumped away from it with a hiss. "Ow!" He glares at the object and glances at Boyd, his gaze drifting between the two again as an idea formed. "Wait a sec, the heater. Heater- Ethan came out of it when he touched the heater."

"What?" Lydia questioned but Y/n caught on.

"It's heat." She looked at him and he nodded.

"Exactly. It's heat, heat, fire. Heat does it, all right? We need something-"

"He's underwater!" Lydia yells.

"Yeah, I'm aware of that."

Y/n's eyes glowed. "Luckily, that is something we do have time for. Back up." They followed her instruction as her hand lit up with a purple tinged flame. She reached into the water, her magic keeping the flame alive, and she burned Boyd. Boyd suddenly roused to life and threw the safe off of him, Y/n narrowly dodging the object, and he roars half shifted. Y/n sighed and leaned her head back for a moment. And that's when she heard it. Sniffling coming from under the bed. She got up from the floor only to crouch by the bed. She lifted the covers and a terrified Isaac looked at her like a deer in headlights before pushing himself further back. "Hey, Isaac." She spoke calmly to the scared pup. "It's okay. You're gonna be okay. You just have to trust me for just a moment." Her eyes flash as she summons the fire again to bring Isaac out of his daze.

After those two were safe they met up with Allison as they walked down the stairs. "I can't find Scott anywhere." She informed.

"It's happening to him too, isn't it?" Stiles looked at Y/n and she nodded.

"We have to find... Him." She trailed off when they spotted Scott. But something was wrong. He was soaking wet and held one of the emergency road flares from the bus. The scent of gasoline hit Y/n like a punch and she spotted the red jerrycan empty and on it's side a few feet from him.

"Scott..." Allison called as the four carefully made their way around the puddle and in front of the teen. "Scott?"

"There's no hope." He looked at them with broken eyes and spoke with an equally broken tone.

Allison forced a watery smile. "What- what do you mean, Scott? There's always hope."

"Not for me. Not for Derek."

"Derek wasn't your fault. You know Derek wasn't your fault."

"Every time I try to fight back, it just gets worse. People keep getting hurt. People keep getting killed."

"Scott, listen to me, okay? This isn't you, all right?" Stiles tries to convince as he and Y/n get just a little bit closer to their friend.

"Scott. Someone is using your emotions against you, okay? Please-" She's cut off.

"What if it isn't? What if it is just me?" Allison puts a hand over her mouth to hold her cries in. "What if doing this is actually the best thing that I could do for everyone else? It all started that night, the night I got bitten. You remember the way it was before that?" He looked between his two best friends. "All three of us, we were- we were- we were nothing. We weren't popular. We weren't good at lacrosse. We weren't important. We were no one. Maybe I should just be no one again. No one at all."

Y/n took Stiles' hand into hers. She doesn't need to look at him to know what was going through his head, and he didn't need to look at her to know that she would follow him. "Scotty, you're not no one. You're someone to us. You are the first friend I made when I moved to Beacon Hills and you gave me hope that there was still good things in the world. Scott, you're my family." She let go of Stiles' hand and slowly stepped into the gas with Scott, and just as slowly put her arms around him, holding him tightly to herself. Immolation was a witch's fear, it was her fear, but she would gladly take the fire for those she loves.

"Scott, just listen to me, okay? You're not no one. Okay? You're someone, you're- Scott, you're my best friend. Okay? And I need you. Scott, you're my brother. All right, so..." He steps into the puddle with them. "So if you're gonna do this, then..." He puts his hand over Scott's, holding the flare with him. "I think you're just gonna have to take us with you. All right?" Scott sobs under their care and he lets Stiles take the flare from his hand. Stiles tosses it away and Scott cries more when Stiles joins the hug.

The girls watched with teary eyes as this all went down. Allison was relieved and Lydia should have been too, but something wasn't right. She looked down at the still lit flare and a gust of wind pushed it into the liquid, sparking a flame. "NO!" She rushed forward and pushed the three over as Allison also jumped away. A large burst of fire erupted where the trio had been standing creating a mini inferno that would have killed them for sure. Lydia and Y/n looked back at the raging flames, squinting against the heat blowing towards their faces. Y/n felt it before she saw it, a pale figure in a black hood, her features mutilated with large scars. The darach. She clenches her jaw and pushes herself to her feet. Her eyes blaze with anger and holds her hands out, clenching them as she brings them down and puts out the fire. The darach was gone.

The next morning Coach climbs in the bus to find Scott, Stiles, Y/n, Lydia, Allison, Isaac, and Boyd asleep on the benches, but they wake up as he speaks. "I don't want to know." Stiles startles awake from where he was leaning on Y/n's shoulder. "I really don't want to know, but in case you missed the announcement, the meet's canceled, so we're heading home." Then he addresses the teens still outside. "Pack it in. Pack it in!"

Ethan came over and sat next to Scott. Y/n, Stiles, and Scott look between each other before the wolf looks at the Alpha. "I don't know what happened last night, but I'm pretty sure you saved my life." Ethan looked at Scott.

"Actually, we saved your life." Stiles said from behind them. "But not that it matters that much. It's just- minor detail."

"Stiles. Shh." Y/n hushed her boyfriend.

"So I'm gonna give you something." Ethan continued. "We're pretty sure Derek's still alive."

"I knew it." Y/n quietly muttered with a smirk.

"But he killed one of ours. That means one of two things can happen. Either he joins our pack..."

"-And he kills his own." Scott continued for him.

"-Or Kali goes after him, and we kill him. That's the way it works."

"You know, your little code of ethics there is sort of barbaric, just F.Y.I." Stiles says as Ethan leaves to sit with Danny and Stiles moves to take his place next to Scott, Y/n propping her arms on the back of the chair and resting her chin on them so she can look between the boys.

Coach walks down the aisle and Lydia notices a faint purple stain on his shirt where the whistle rubbed against the fabric. "Hey, Ethan, I wanted to-"

"Coach, can I see your whistle for a second?" Lydia jumped up in front of him and took the object from his neck before he can answer.

"What's that? Hey, Eth- I'm gonna need that back." He pointed at her before going to Ethan, but Lydia wasn't even listening. She sat in the seat in front of where she was as she examined the whistle. She put her hand over the opening and blew. When she pulled her hand away she revealed wolfsbane powder had been inside the whistle.

"Wolfsbane."

"So everytime the Coach blew the whistle on the bus, Scott, Isaac, Boyd-"

"And Ethan." Y/n added.

"We all inhaled it." Scott realized.

"You were all poisoned by it." Allison said.

"So that's how the darach got in their heads. That's how he did it." Stiles looked at the offending object.

Y/n took it from Lydia's hands and clenched it in her own, closing her eyes to hide the glow as she used her magic to crush it in her grip. She then tossed it out the window and set it aflame. "Hey, hey, hey, hey! L/n!" Coach yelled but it was too late as the bus pulled away, leaving the Glen Capri and it's ghosts behind.

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Published: 4/27/21
Edited: 4/12/22

Early update because I'm not sure if I'll have the time tomorrow 😬 might as well get it out a day early than be late eh?
So I know Teen Wolf is pretty bloody and all, but this episode/chapter I felt the need to put some trigger warnings just in case any of this bothered people.
And fun fact: the two suicides Y/n saw (aside from Allison's relative) are actually two news clippings mentioned in the show and episode, I just expanded on them a bit :)
I'm pretty proud of the extra scenes with Y/n actually ^w^
I hope you enjoyed and I will see you next week! Byebye!