Can I just say how difficult it is to quietly sneak a seizing werwolf out of a high school lacrosse game? I mean, Brett was violently thrashing about in Stiles' arms and mine. Not to mention the police sirens in the distance quickly becoming not so distant.

"Stiles," I spoke, narrowly missing one of Brett's claws as he blindly swiped the air around him, "Stiles can you hustle please?"

"I'm trying," he panted, one of the werewolf's ankles slipping from his grasp.

The sirens grew louder, and I could tell they were about to pull into the parking lot. Glancing at Stiles' jeep which we were headed to, I sighed seeing how far away it was. Eyes skirting the sea of cars, my eyes landed on my car, which was conveniently closer. I changed direction and headed for my car when Stiles stopped moving.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, where the hell are you going?" He hissed.

I gestured with my head over to my car, "My car's closer."

"But we always take my car," Stiles argued.

I rolled my eyes and kept walking to my car. I was stopped when Stiles yanked on Brett's legs, nearly tearing him from my arms.

"We always take the jeep."

"Stiles," I exclaimed wide-eyed and loudly over the sirens, "We don't have time to get to your jeep and hide Brett, nor do we have time to argue about this."

"But-"

"My car, now," I told him and he rolled his eyes.

"Alright, geez."

We carried Brett over to my car and propped him up against it while I fished the keys from my front pocket.

"Stupid women's jeans' pockets," I muttered while yanking the keys from the barely-there pocket, and quickly unlocked the car. I instructed Stiles to lie Brett on his side while I started up the car. Stiles shut the back door after securing the beta and hopped in the passenger's seat. I peeled off the lot as soon as Stiles was completely inside.

Just in time too, for as soon as I exited the parking lot and made my way a bit down the road, I saw squad cars with their flashing lights and blaring sirens pull in to the school through my rearview mirror.

I glanced back at Stiles, "We would've been stuck in all that had we gone for your jeep," I smirked.

"Shut up."

I glanced back at Brett before setting course for the animal clinic. Thankfully, he was in between seizures at the moment, but he was groaning in pain. I pressed down on the gas harder.

"Call Derek," I told Stiles, and he looked over at me.

"What, why?"

"He's only in between seizures now. The wolfsbane is trying to make its way to Brett's heart, which is only going to be worse for him."

"So?"

"So we could barely hold him steady trying to carry him out to the car, how do you reckon we'll fare against him when trying to get the wolfsbane out?"

"Not so hot," Stiles said while grabbing what I recognized as my cellphone out of his pocket.

"You still have my cellphone?"

"Mine's in my gym bag," Stiles defended while dialing Derek's number, "We were in a bit of a rush-"

"No no, I get it," I said, and heard Derek pick up. Stiles began informing Derek on what was going on while I ran a few stop signs and violated other traffic laws to get to Deaton.

"What's going on?" I heard Brett moan from the back seat.

I whirled around to look at him, "Brett, someone's tried to kill you. We're on our way to get you help."

"It hurts so bad," I heard him whimper, and felt a twinge of sympathy go through me. I glanced back at the empty road I was barreling down before looking back at Brett once more. My eyes widened in alarm as I saw Brett start to drool a yellow substance. I looked to Stiles who was nodding while staring ahead, and I drove faster, my speedometer going up another ten.

*****

Stiles and I ran inside carrying Brett while I saw Derek jog in right behind us. Out of the corner of my peripheral, I saw Peter leisurely get out of the passenger's side of Derek's car. Not even remotely caring about Peter, I shuffled inside and helped Stiles lay Brett on Deaton's exam table. He had started seizing once more, and this time, yellow foam was spewing from his mouth. Stiles and Derek each grabbed one of his shoulders in an attempt to hold him down.

"What the hell is happening to this kid?" Stiles called out.

"He's been poisoned by a rare wolfsbane," Deaton explained, going behind me and pulling out a scalpel from one of his desk drawers. "I need to make an incision and you need to hold him as still as possible."

Tough work considering Brett was still spasming under Derek and Stiles. Sighing, I climbed up onto the table and straddled the beta low on his hips. I firmly grabbed onto Brett's forearms to try and help, but it was proving futile. I looked up and saw Stiles with a bit of disbelief on his face.

"Not that this is the time or the place, Stiles," I strained, still trying to hold on to a quaking werewolf, "But I don't really think he's that into me."

A strong jolt nearly sent me off of the table and Stiles was quick to try and grab at Brett's shoulders again.

"Hey, Derek," Stiles tried, "How about a little werewolf strength?"

"Yeah, I'm not the only one here with werewolf strength," Derek spat in retaliation.

"Deaton," I yelled over the two of them, "This is as still as we can get him. I can't-" Another strong twitch "- I can't use my magic to hold him still, it'll just make the wolfsbane spread quicker."

"If you can't hold him still, the incision might kill him," Deaton replied from next to me, scalpel poised at Brett's bare sternum.

"I think he's slipping," Stiles said meekly, while Brett continued to sputter out yellow liquid, "I don't think I can hold him."

I panicked slightly when Brett's eyes widened and flashed yellow. All too quickly, Brett shoved off Stiles and Derek, who took Deaton back with him. The next thing I know, Brett has my upper arms and in one swift movement, is off the table and slamming my back into the ground and knocking the wind out of me. Coughing, I could see from my vantage point on the ground Brett desperately trying to breathe. Brett turns around and is quickly punched to the ground by none other than Peter Hale.

Brett falls to the ground, motionless. Sitting up slowly, I see Peter's eyes glowing blue, and everyone staring up at him.

"Well I guess I still have a little werewolf strength myself," He said far too casually.

"Yeah, maybe more than a little," Derek eyed him suspiciously. I looked from Peter back to Brett, who was too still for my liking.

"Deaton," I called, crawling over to Brett and glancing at him. I opened each of his eyes, and saw he was non-responsive. "Deaton, whatever you're gonna do, you need to do it now."

Deaton was by my side once again in an instant, scalpel in hand. Stiles crouched down next to his head at the same time the vet made a careful incision along Brett's breastbone. I could hear him wheezing as a puff of yellow smoke emerged from the wound. It hovered in the air for a few seconds, swirling about before evaporating altogether. I looked up at Stiles, who looked up at me, and together, we sighed in relief.

"Is he okay?" Stiles asked.

Deaton looked up at us, "I think he'll be fine, but he'll probably be out for awhile."

I sighed in relief but my gaze quickly snapped back over to Brett when I heard him pant out. Looking closer, I could hear him repeat something with every strained breath.

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

"The sun... The moon... The truth..." Over and over was all that Brett said.

"Three things cannot long be hidden," Deaton explained, "The sun, the moon, and the truth. It's Buddhist."

My eyes widened in recognition, "Satomi," I looked up when I heard Peter say the exact same thing.

Peter made eye contact with me, "Hang on, you know Satomi?"

"Not directly," I denied, shaking my head. "But eight years ago my parents and the High Priestess met with an alpha named Satomi. They granted her safe passage upstate. Last I heard she was way upstate, some small town called Rome. It was the only time I'd ever been close to coming across a werewolf. As a gift for safe passage she gave us a jar of reishi mushrooms. I remember how disgusting they tasted, and that was the only proof of her encounter. How do you know her?"

"She was a friend of Talia's, my sister. She fled the west coast when she heard of Talia's death. That was the last we'd heard of her," Peter explained.

"So she's back in Beacon Hills?"

"She must be, she uses Buddhism as a means of control. She's one of the oldest werewolves out there."

I looked down at Brett, "Someone should let her know that her pack is in danger."

Derek nodded, "I'll work on it." He took Peter by the arm and walked out of the clinic. I looked back to Deaton and Stiles, who were looking at me.

"What now?"

"Now," Deaton sighed, "Now we just have to let Brett recover. You two should go home, it's getting late. He'll be safe here."

I rubbed at my eyes and nodded. Standing up, I winced and stumbled slightly. Stiles grabbed onto my arms.

"You okay?"

I smiled and nodded, walking outside, "Yeah, just really tired of being thrown around this clinic."

We both turned when we heard a voice yell from inside, "You and me both."

Grinning, I took Stiles back to the school so he could pick up his equipment and get back to his jeep. I walked with him to the lacrosse field and then to the empty locker room, before the both of us made our way back to the parking lot.

"I need my cellphone back," I said, forgetting that he still had it. Stiles quickly took it from his pocket and put my phone in my awaiting hand. I stuffed it into the back pocket of my jeans and grabbed Stiles' hands. I slowly wrapped them around my waist before putting my arms around his neck.

"I forgot to tell you how amazing I think you are at lacrosse," I explained, and Stiles smirked, looking down at me.

"Yeah right."

"I'm serious," I argued, "You played amazingly, and it's really nice because I get to brag about you."

"Is that so?"

"Well yeah," I smiled, "It's every high school girl's fantasy to date a jock."

"Uh-huh, you had a fantasy to date a jock?" Stiles asked me sarcastically.

I pondered for a minute, "Okay, so that's more of an untrue stereotype. But now it's come true! I'm dating a really really hot lacrosse jock."

"You never dated any jocks back in New York?"

I scoffed, "Please, the boys back at my school played polo, like the pussies they are-" I was cut off from my rant by Stiles kissing me deeply. It was entirely satisfying to feel the butterflies take flight in my stomach just at the feeling of him touching me. I creeped my fingers up into his hair and tugged lightly before tilting my head the other way.

When we parted, I sighed happily, "I'm serious, you did amazing tonight."

"We technically lost," He argued back quietly.

"Well it's technically a scrimmage," I countered, and Stiles smiled at me. "I'm sure you'll kick their asses in the regular season."

"Let's hope."

I kissed Stiles one last time before slowly making my way back over to my car. "Goodnight, Stilinski."

"Good night. Hey, June?" Stiles called out to me and I turned around to face him once again. "I love you."

I smiled largely and winked at him, "I love you, Stiles."

*****

"Good morning, Melissa," I chirped, shouldering my backpack on the McCall front porch, "Is Scott-?"

"Just go on upstairs, sweetheart," Melissa ushered me inside, and I realized she was on the phone with somebody. "Are you sure it's three months?" I heard her continue, "Okay, I understand. But um - if you could just turn the power back on even for a few hours, that would be really great. I have a refrigerator full of food that's going to go bad and obviously I don't have the money to replace three hundred dollars worth of groceries."

Pausing up the steps, I sighed. It wasn't my place to worm my way into other people's financial problems, no matter how much I wanted to. I marched up the remainder of the steps and made my way to the door of Scott's room.

"Scott?" I knocked, "Scott, you in here?"

"Where else would I be, June?" He opened the door for me and gave me a smile.

"I guess that was a stupid question," I took my backpack off of my shoulders and put it on Scott's desk before opening it. I took out a few books and notebooks, and dumped them on his desk. "So I grabbed everything I thought you would need, but honestly I wasn't sure you needed it at all. Are you taking a biology course this year?"

Scott shook his head, "No, not this year. But I was looking into a few colleges for veterinary science and they all require AP Biology be on their high school transcripts.

I nodded, smiling, "So you wanna go into vet science then?"

Scott smiled sheepishly, "It's just a thought."

"Well I happen to think you'd be great at being a vet."

"Really?"

"Absolutely. If you want, over the summer we can go take some biology courses down at the community college. And I'll get you some AP test prep books and we can look at those."

"You'd do all that for me?" Scott's interest peaked.

"Well not all of it," I said, putting my backpack back on, "I was already planning on taking classes down at the community college anyway. I'd get so bored if I didn't do something to occupy my mind."

Scott smirked at me, "Nerd."

"What did you expect?" I asked blankly, "So, school?"

"School."

*****

"Is there a reason why I had to sit through the most boring lecture on the Founding Fathers by myself?" I hissed into the phone as I walked out of my third class of the day.

"I thought history was your favorite subject," Stiles argued.

"It is," I said as I got to my locker, "But I already knew everything that was taught in that class. I know the Founding Fathers in and out, I could practically write musicals about them for Christ's sake. So tell me, why was I alone?"

"It's not a big deal-"

"You sound like you have a cold, are you getting sick?"

"He's with me, June," My eyebrows went up when I heard Lydia's voice.

"Are you guys plotting behind my back or something?"

"No, we're just spending today trying to crack the other third of the list."

I scoffed, "I totally could've helped you with that. Seriously, I'd rather do that than write yet another paper on trading the nation's capital for a national debt plan any day."

"We needed someone to tell us what our homework would be," Stiles said in a skittish manner.

"Lydia's had her homework finished through to next week. Just you would've been more believable, Sweet Cheeks, but I also know you. Why are you lying to me?" I saw Scott walk around a corner and spot me before heading in my direction.

"Okay look, June," Stiles said, after most likely receiving a pointed stare from Lydia, "I offered to help Lydia tell the truth about Parrish but I didn't want you to come along."

"Why?"

"Well next to Scott, you're pretty much worth the most on that list."

"I'm worth twenty-two million," I said, recalling how just the other night I found out about my price tag. I'll be honest, the first thing I thought of was Taylor Swift's song. Stiles didn't find it amusing.

"Exactly and Scott's worth twenty-five, I wanted you in a public place so no one would try anything."

"Lydia's worth twenty million, so why isn't she here?"

There's a beat of silence before I hear Stiles draw out a long, "Uh-"

"Real genius idea keeping nearly fifty million in one place. Just keep me updated." I hung up right as Scott came over to me.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Liam's missing," I peek around Scott to see Mason looking at me.

"He's missing?"

"Yeah," Mason replied, "Before school the two of us went for a jog, you know to clear our heads after it was revealed that our friends were serial killers-"

"The point, Mason."

"Right, he ran ahead and I couldn't keep up with him. It was like he disappeared off the trail. And then when I showed up for school, he wasn't in any of the classes we have together."

"Maybe he just wasn't feeling well?" I offered, but the look on Mason's face was enough to change my mind, "Okay, maybe not. Are there any classes you guys don't share?"

Mason thought for a moment before nodding, "Yeah, he has a weights class while I'm in band."

I looked up to Scott and nodded, "Okay well let's go and ask Coach if he saw him," I looked back to Mason, "We shouldn't worry unless there's an absolute reason to, okay?" He nodded and followed behind Scott and I as we walked down the hallway to Coach's office.

Coach Finstock looked worse for wear. He was grading econ papers at the same time he was guzzling down a bottle of what looked like cough medicine. As he put the bottle of orange liquid down, his coughing confirmed my suspicion.

"Sorry guys, Liam skipped my class today. Maybe he's sick, like me," He sputtered, and next to me, I could feel Mason tense.

"Liam didn't look sick on our run," He spoke, and I nodded.

"He's not getting back to any of my texts," Scott agreed.

"Mine either," Mason flung his hands up in the air as the bell overhead rang.

"Yeah don't worry, we'll find him," Scott assured the freshman. "But text me or June if you see him."

"Alright," He agreed, and trooped to his next class.

I looked back at Scott, "Liam's not going to text Mason, is he?"

"I don't think so," Scott shook his head, and together we walked down another hallway. Scott paused when his phone started to ring, and I saw Liam's name flash on the screen. Scott held the phone between our ears, "Liam?"

"Sounds like you already know the answer to that, Scott," Garrett informed us. I worriedly looked up at Scott.

"Where is he?"

"Come on, like I'm actually gonna tell you that."

"I'll give you the money," Scott said more quietly, and I looked up at him in confusion before listening to Garrett's reply.

"Yes, you will. But that's not gonna get you Liam back. You're gonna have to put in a little more effort than that."

"What do you want?" Scott asked him.

"I want the money and Violet, or you never see Liam again."

"I can't just get you Violet, she's-"

"Meet me between the buses in five minutes," Garrett said before hanging up. Scott sighed and put his phone away.

"Scott, you can't just meet him," I argued, "You have to call the police, they-"

"They'll never find Liam," Scott brushed me off, "Garrett's hidden from the police for years now, I think he could hide Liam just as well. We can't take that chance."

"Should we consider the fact that Garrett is a known serial killer?" I tried, "I don't know if you know this, but serial killers kill people. It's in their title. What if he's already killed Liam, and you're next. He could just be trying to get the money that you're worth. I mean that's what he's been doing this whole time."

"Not without Violet. They're a team."

"How do we know that he won't just leave her, she's just an afterthought?"

"Because it's in their title," Scott used my own words against me, "They're the Orphans, they won't abandon each other."

I huffed, agreeing with his logic, "Fine, but I'm coming with you."

"Works for me," Scott said and burst out the doors closest to the school buses.

Garrett was trying to be inconspicuous as he stood up against a bus. His lacrosse stick was grasped tightly in his hands and I could see the tension in his shoulders. Scott and I slowly approached him as he turned around to face us.

"I didn't ask you to come here," He sneered at me and I rolled my eyes.

"That," I pointed to the lacrosse stick that doubled as a poisoned blade, "Is why I am here, so you don't try and pull stupid shit. I also have the sheriff on speed dial so don't try anything."

"Okay, what do you want?" Scott interrupted before things could get heated. "You want me to go to Stilinski, I can do that. Or I could talk to my father, he's an FBI agent."

"You think I want you talking to anyone with a badge?" Garrett remarked, smiling sadistically, "I'm not getting help from a werewolf because I want him to talk to someone."

"Then what am I supposed to do?" Scott asked and Garrett's eyes flickered back to me.

"If he does something, I do it too," I told him, crossing my arms, "We're a package deal today."

"They're transferring Violet to a federal facility," Garrett relented, "You're not gonna let that happen."

"How?" Scott asked.

"They're going to put her in a car, we're going to follow it. We get ahead of it, you stop it."

"You want me to attack a car, that's your plan?"

"You're an alpha," Garrett argued, "If you can't stop one little car, then one little beta is going to die."

"Harsh," I muttered, as Garrett pulled out the blade on his lacrosse stick.

"I stabbed your boy with a blade dipped in wolfsbane. Once it gets to the heart, bad things happen," My mind flashed back to a seizing Brett.

*****

"So how long exactly did it take for Brett's condition to worsen after he was cut with Garrett's blade?" Scott asked me for the millionth time as I drove him to the sheriff's station.

"I'd say about ten to fifteen minutes," I was unbuckling my seatbelt as I looked over at Scott's worried expression. "Scott, he was already hurt from having Liam and Garrett collide into him. The blade probably went very deep, coupled with his body attempting to heal more than one thing at once. It could be a different situation with Liam entirely."

Scott climbed out of the passenger seat, and I was about to follow suit when I got a buzz on my phone. I looked to see it said Stiles and I told Scott I would wait outside for him.

"Hello?"

"Hey June, it's Stiles," I smiled at his response.

"I know that dumbass, I have caller ID."

"Right, well anyways, we might have a lead."

"Great, enlighten me."

"We told Parrish about how he was on the list."

"How'd he take it?" I asked, leaning up against my car.

"He figured he should kill himself if he's worth five million."

"So better than expected."

"Basically. But we needed him to know."

"Why?"

"We need to talk to Meredith."

"Meredith Walker, why?"

"She helped Lydia figure out the other third of the list, we think she'll do it again."

"Okay that's great and all, but didn't Lydia figure it out at the expense of nearly driving Meredith over the edge?"

There was a pause, "Yes."

"And isn't Meredith back in Eichen House?"

Another pause, longer this time, "Yes."

"So how're you going to talk to Meredith if she's in the closed unit at Eichen House?"

"That's why we needed Parrish, so he'd go along and talk to the orderlies."

"I'm sorry, you're willingly going back to the place that nearly drove you out of your mind, where you almost died? Where Malia almost died?"

The following pause was the longest yet, "Yes."

"Why?"

"Look, we're with a deputy, we'll be fine. Don't worry about us June."

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose, "Stiles please for the love of god, be careful."

"I always am, June."

I scoffed, "Yeah right, that's what scares me. Your definition of careful is a normal person's definition of reckless."

"I take slight offense to that."

I couldn't help but smile, and I saw Scott walk out of the sheriff's station. "Look, Stiles, I've gotta go. Please, please be careful. I love you."

"I know, I'll be careful. I love you too."

I hung up the phone and scrunched my eyebrows in worry at Scott's frustrated expression. "What's going on, what happened?" I asked him.

Scott hopped into the car and I followed suit, "My dad, he's going with Violet."

I sighed, cringing at how difficult this was going to become, "Do you want me to just use my magic? I could make the car stop, no harm no foul, cast a simple sleeping spell-"

"They'd know it was you."

"How?"

"Because Stilinski is going with them," I groaned in frustration and started the car. I drove it down to the road about four miles and pulled over behind Garrett's vehicle. Scott and I both hopped out of my car and slid into his, waiting to see what he would say. He handed Scott a box with something that I couldn't see from my position in the backseat.

"This is not gonna work," Scott said.

"All you have to do is stop the car," Garrett confirmed, "I'll take care of the rest."

"You can't touch Scott's dad or the sheriff," I warned, "I'll come after you myself if you do."

"It's a nice threat sweetheart, but it's pointless. I think I have a little bit of leverage over you," He reminded us and I tensed in my seat. A government-issued sedan drove by us and I recognized it as Agent McCall's, "If this all goes according to plan, I'll tell you exactly where Liam is, and we'll be on our way."

"Yeah if you don't try to kill the both of us first," I mumbled as Garrett drove behind them.

"We were never supposed to go after you believe it or not," Garrett said while looking at Scott.

"Is that supposed to make us feel better?" Scott asked.

"I just mean that we killed several werewolves. We had a thermo-cut wire along with a wolfsbane laced blade, and we still weren't going to go after you. Which begs the question: when someone does go after you, what will they have?"

I dreaded to think that he was right. Who knew what was about to come our way and try to kill all of us? Well all of us except Stiles, I hoped.

"There's a stop sign half a mile ahead," Garrett explained.

"So what, I'm supposed to take out the tires with my claws?"

"Claws, teeth, heat vision, whatever. Just stop them."

As it turns out, Scott wouldn't have to stop the car at all. We drove around a bend to find the car on its side, tires still spinning. Garrett slammed on the breaks as we realized what happened. We could see figures moving in the distance, and that was all it took for me to hop out of the car. Scott was three steps ahead of me as we both sprinted towards the car.

"Dad!" Scott shouted, desperately hoping that his father was fine. My gaze was focused on finding the sheriff, hoping that for Stiles' sake and my own that he was alright. When Scott and I got closer to them, I noticed Sheriff Stilinski dragging a bloody and unconscious Agent McCall farther away from the wreckage. Scott and I both skidded to a stop and crouched down to their level.

"Sheriff," I tried, and he looked up at me, blood dripping from his nose.

"Scott, June," He panted, and I tried to pull out my cell phone to get a flashlight. My hands were shaking profusely as I tried to find any major injuries on either the sheriff or Scott's dad. Meanwhile, Garrett hopped out of the car and grabbed his lacrosse stick, taking off the net and revealing a blade on each side. He strode towards the four of us.

"She's not in the car, Violet's gone," Scott tried desperately and the sheriff grabbed my arm in a vice grip.

"June, listen to me. Listen," He tried again, "They're still here. They're still here."

I heard a chilling growl followed by the clacking of bones. My eyes widened in fear and I looked to Scott. Between us and Garrett stood a berserker, staring menacingly at Garrett and his staff. Garrett twirled it around like a baton in a manner that invited conflict with it, and I wanted to shout out to him for being so stupid.

"You want me?" Garrett challenged. "Come on, come and get me." He advanced towards the berserker while spinning his staff in an attempt to intimidate, and Garrett thought it worked. "Yeah that's right, you're not so big. YOU'RE NOT SO BIG-"

Mr. Not-So-Big-Berserker had a friend it so happened. Right in front of my very eyes, the second berserker ran behind Garrett and pushed a sharp claw right through him. The force was so impactful it took Garrett off of his feet, and he was suspended for a brief moment by the berserker. Both of my hands flew to my mouth in shock and horror, and in that moment I had completely forgotten I was holding my cell phone.

Until it clattered to the ground, which made a very loud noise. Both heads of the berserkers turned to face us, and the second berserker dropped a dead Garrett to the ground. Scott took this as his opportunity to charge the berserkers.

"Scott!" Stilinski bellowed after him, and I silently implored him not to do anything stupid. I slowly got to my feet, ignoring the trembling in my legs, and stepped forward. I felt a hand grasp around my ankle and I jumped in surprise.

"June, not you too. We need to get away from here."

I swallowed, "I need to help Scott," I glanced back to see Scott be taken down by another berserker, leaving only me. Both of the berserkers turned and looked right at me, and I instinctively threw a shield around the sheriff and Agent McCall.

I didn't cast one around myself, for I simply opted for my other magic. I started chanting under my breath and backing away slowly to see my magic work to some effect. Explosions of gold shot out their armor, blasting it away in some places, but in others only cracking the bones. It seemed to only be a nuisance to them, and one of the berserkers lunged out to me. It was quick to take a hold of my head and slam it up against the overturned car. It did this twice, and I fell to the ground in a daze.

Through altered vision, I could see the berserkers slowly walk away from the scene. My ears were ringing and it sounded like the sheriff was yelling at me. I looked around to see his eyes on me, and if I was reading his lips correctly, he was asking if I was alright. I nodded very slowly as I sat up. The ringing in my ears didn't disappear, and I blinked rapidly in an attempt to stay awake.

The throbbing in my head dulled out most everything else, but I did notice when another SUV pulled up to the scene. Whoever was driving it hopped out, and checked on Scott first and foremost, who hadn't moved since he was knocked down. Next was Agent McCall and the sheriff, who I think pointed to me. The next thing I know, Chris Argent's face is filling my vision. I know he's talking to me, but I couldn't hear him. My hearing was muffled by the ringing which hadn't dulled. I tried to explain to Chris that there was a healing potion in my backpack which was in my car a few miles back.

I saw Argent grabbing at my cell phone. He quickly typed on it and threw the screen in front of my face. It's too blurry to read, so I blinked furiously. When the message came across, it read:

Going to grab healing potion, as well as Scott. Will be at hospital to pick you up, I need help tracking Kate.

I nodded and fished out my keys from my front pocket before handing them over to Argent. He took them and from the corner of my peripheral I could see him grab Scott and haul him back to his SUV. It felt like hours later by the time Chris had taken Scott and left. I was stuck with the ringing in my ears, but thankfully, I could now see the flashing lights of the ambulance in my blurred vision.

Xx.