✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 3.09 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

'what? not all of us can have your whole 'holier than thou' approach, i don't like her, i want her dead. shoot me. oh wait, your ex-girlfriend already did. multiple times.'

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Lottie and Stiles were laying in her bed watching Supernatural, laughing at the creatures on the show and placing bets on what they thought might actually exist in their world.

"Sorry Lotts, but there is no way Centaurs are real? Where would they even live?" Stiles protested after a hefty speech Lottie had just given him, detailing all the reasons why it would be beneficial for Centaurs to exist.

"In a forest somewhere? Duh. Come on, it would be so cool. Like Firenze in Harry Potter, he was an astronomy teacher for a while. He was so cool. I want a Centaur. Not like a pet or anything because they are obviously people in their own right but like as a friend. Werewolves are boring." Lottie sighed thoughtfully as she told Stiles her reasoning. In her mind she's seen so many werewolves now, they weren't all that exciting.

"So you're bored of your friends? Your brother?" Stiles teased as Lottie slapped his arm playfully.

"Never! I just mean, give me something new, you know. Werewolves, sirens, kanimas. I want something new." Lottie shrugged.

"What about the thing sacrificing everyone? That's not enough?" Stiles joked.

"That's too much actually. Plus, we have no clue what it is so there's nothing to research."

Stiles was about to reply when Lottie's phone started blaring 'Maneater' by Nelly Furtardo, Lottie's ringtone for Lydia. Immediately Lottie placed a finger over Stiles' lip, laughing when he bit it playfully as she answered.

"Lydipad? You okay?" Lottie answered.

"Lottie. I need you. Can you come to the school? It happened again. I-I don't remember how I got here. I-I just- I need you." Lydia stuttered terrified down the phone.

"Lydipad, take a big deep breath for me and stay where you are. I'll be there in fifteen. I'll text the others too okay? Do you want me to stay on the phone?" Lottie asked as she dragged Stiles off the bed and struggled to put her shoes on as she held her phone with one hand.

"Yes please. Lottie what is happening to me?" Lydia whispered.

"I don't know Lydiapad but I swear, we will figure it out okay? Together. Now, let me tell you everything that happened in Glee last night." Lottie did her best to distract her as she climbed into Roscoe with the help of Stiles as he sped through the night. They arrived at the school quickly, Stiles breaking several speeding laws knowing it was more important for Lottie to get to Lydia.

Tires burned the pavement as Scott raced his motorbike to a stop in the school's parking lot next to Stiles' Jeep as he too pulled into the lot. Not waiting for Stiles' to hold the door for her, Lottie jumped down from the Jeep and looked around, unaware of the disappointed look on Stiles' face at her haste.

"Where is she?" Lottie called out, having just hung up on Lydia as they arrived.

"Over here!" They heard Allison call out as she walked out of the shadows with Lydia in tow. The redhead clutched herself tightly as she had a distant, fearful look in her eyes. Lottie didn't hesitate as she ran at Lydia, wrapping the girl up in her arms as Lydia's shoulders sagged in relief. Lydia couldn't explain it but there was a certain comfort she drew from Lottie that she didn't get from anyone else. It was like when Lottie was around, she knew everything would be okay.

"Oh Lydipad." Lottie sighed as she stroked the girl's hair gently.

"What happened?" Scott asked as Lottie continued to hold Lydia tightly.

"I don't know. I just got here." Allison replied looking baffled as Lottie slowly let go of Lydia so the girl could explain.

"It's the same thing--same as the pool. I got into my car, heading somewhere totally different, then ended up here. And you told me to call when there's a dead body." Lydia explained as Lottie held her hand.

Stiles gawped, "You found a dead body?!"

Lydia shook her head, "Not yet. No."

"What do you mean not yet? You're supposed to call after you find the dead body. After." Stiles groaned, thinking about how they were about to play hide and seek with a dead body.

"Oh, no." Lydia started. "I'm not doing that again. You find the dead body from now on. I'll just give the warnings and location." Lydia refused. She was still working through the trauma of finding the last one.

"How are we supposed to find the dead body? You're the one who's always finding the dead body." Stiles argued, throwing his hands up in the air as Lottie hid her amused smile at Stiles' childishness. The group broke out into muttered plans of finding the body when Scott interrupted.

"Guys... I found the body." And so he had. For there atop the Beacon Hills School Sign was one of the Deputy's Lottie remembered as Deputy Graeme. A garrote remained around her bloody neck as blood dripped down the sign's cold stone.

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The next day rolled around quickly as Beacon Hills High School was crawling with police and investigators. Peering around a corner, Lottie and Stiles watched as Stilinski conferred with his deputies and several plain clothes officers, jotting notes. Once Stilinski dismissed the group of officers, he turned to leave himself, stopping short when he spotted his son and his girlfriend. The teenagers tried to slip away but Stilinski stopped them before they got too far.

"Back it up, you two." Stilinski called out as the teenagers cringed and turned to face the Sheriff. "I know what you two are thinking. I know you've both got all these ideas about patterns and people dying in threes–"

"Murdered, Dad." Stiles began.

"Sacrificed actually." Lottie finished.

Stilinski sighed, "Look, whatever you want to call it. I still don't want you worrying. I've got half the state, including the FBI, coming in on this. They're not getting away with killing one of our own." Lottie couldn't help but slyly roll her eyes at that. She hated the fact it took having a police member killed for them to call in the big leagues. But she swiftly shook the idea out of her head, no matter who they brought it, it wouldn't be enough.

"They killed Tara, Dad. She used to help me with my maths homework when I had to wait at the station for you." Stiles' voice cracked as he admitted the death was hitting him harder than he let on. Lottie wrapped an arm around him comfortingly as she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. She wished she could take his pain away.

The bell rang out, the trio left in an awkward silence as they all fought to find something to say. Ultimately it was Stilinski who broke the silence with a deep sigh, "Get to class, okay? Both of you." Stiles nodded and tugged on Lottie's free hand as she waved at the older man, both the teenagers so distracted they didn't even notice Scott stepping in at their side.

"Why does it feel like something is changing?" Scott asked. "Like this is all getting worse somehow?"

"You mean like time's running out?" Stiles asked, frowning when Scott replied with a worried nod.

"We need to figure out who's doing this." Scott admitted crestfallen, he didn't want anyone else to die. Not if he could help it.

"Lydia said she saw a slashed up face. I don't know about you but I haven't met anyone lately with massive open wounds all over their face." Stiles added.

"She's not wrong. I've seen it too. I thought it was just the effect of the motel but once I spoke to Lydia I realised I didn't just make it up. It's grotesque." Lottie admitted.

"What? Why didn't you tell me?" Stiles asked, shocked at the revelation. "That definitely falls under the 'My Boyfriend Should Know' category."

"Honestly I tried to forget about it. Plus for a good week I thought I made it up."

"I think this thing gets in your head. Like it can make you see whatever it wants you to see." Scott theorised aloud.

Stiles paused, "What if it's just another shapeshifter? Then it could be anyone." The trio stopped at the door of the building, looking out to see Stilinski leaving with his deputies.

"You okay?" Scott asked Stiles as he noted the look of despair on his face.

"No, dude, I'm not. And you're right. Time is running out." Stiles replied, his tone hard as he placed a kiss on Lottie's cheek and left, leaving Scott and Lottie glancing at each other nervous, shaken by his tone.

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Lottie found herself sitting in her English class, ignoring everything Jennifer Blake had to say. After finding out she was sleeping with Derek she disliked and distrusted the women even more. Something about the whole situation was off and Lottie couldn't quite figure it out. Jennifer was walking between the tables of the classroom as she lectured her disinterested students.

"Idioms, analogies, metaphors and similes. All tools for the writer to tell their story." She began, walking past Lottie who made a clear show of leaning away from her in her seat, practically falling off her seat as she sent a glare to the women who rolled her eyes. The older woman paused at Lydia's desk, glancing down at the drawing the redhead had been sketching. "Lydia, I wasn't aware you had so many hidden talents."

"You and every guy I've ever dated." Lydia replied as Lottie laughed, reaching over to high-five the girl who smiled in her direction.

"And that was an idiom by the way." Jennifer announced as Lydia made eye contact with Lottie as they both rolled their eyes simultaneously, both unimpressed. "Idioms are something of a secret to the people who know the language or culture. They're phrases that only make sense if you know key words. Saying "jump the gun" is meaningful only if you know about the starting gun in a race. Or a phrase like "seeing the whole board.""

"Like a game of chess?" Stiles interjected.

Jennifer grinned, pointing at him, "That's right, Stiles. Do you play?"

Stiles shrugged, "My father does." Jennifer began asking the class questions as Scott leaned close to Stiles and Lottie.

"I think I can get to Ethan. I'm pretty sure I can make him talk."

Stiles blanched, "What do you want to do that for?"

"The Emissaries are Druids, right? So what if the Darach was an Emissary to the Alphas?"

"First of all, I cannot believe we've actually gotten to the point where a sentence like 'what if the Darach was an Emissary to the Alphas" actually makes sense to me. Second, there's a huge problem with getting to Ethan." Stiles pointed out as Lottie groaned.

"Aiden."

"Since he's been back in school they're always together. How are we supposed to separate them again?" Stiles asked, before the trio shared a glance and looked over to Lydia, a conspiratorial look on their faces. As much as Lottie didn't want to use Lydia, it was their only hope. Besides, Lydia would get a makeout session out of it.

"What now?" Lydia sighed, looking at the trio in boredom.

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Standing in a vacant stairwell, Lottie, Scott and Stiles had found Ethan and began their questioning. They had to be quick. Aiden wasn't known for taking his time.

"You want to know about Emissaries?" Ethan repeated back to the trio.

"We want to know about your Emissaries." Scott replied, putting emphasis on the 'your' making it clear they had no interest in regular emissaries.

"Why are you even talking to me? I helped try to kill your friend. How do you know I'm not going to kill another one?" Ethan asked perplexed as he fixed his gaze on Stiles who had definitely caught the look.

"Is he looking at me?" Stiles asked Scott, "You threatening me? You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to break off an extra large branch of mountain ash, wrap it in wolfsbane, roll it in mistletoe and shove it right up your freaking–"

"Stiles. I think he gets it," Lottie started, before turning to look Ethan in the eye, "Besides, Ethan knows that if he tried to harm a hair on your head I'd have his brother's guts out and used as a noose around his neck in minutes. Isn't that right Ethan?" Lottie asked, smiling sweetly at the Alpha who just gulped and nodded in response.

"We're talking to you because I know you didn't want to try and kill Boyd. And I think if something like that happened now, you wouldn't do it again." Scott tried a different angle. He'd be lying if he said Lottie's threat didn't make him feel uncomfortable.

"You don't know what we owe them. Especially Deucalion." Ethan sighed.

"What's that mean?" Stiles asked.

"We weren't like Kali and Ennis when we met him. We weren't Alphas." Ethan admitted bashfully. "We were Omegas." He glanced past the trio to make sure that there weren't any listening ears before continuing. "In actual wolf packs the Omega's the scapegoat, the last to eat, the one who has to take the abuse from the rest of the pack. That was us."

"So you and your brother were the bitches of the pack." Lottie and Stiles stated at the same time, high-fiving as they finished their sentence.

"Something like that."

"Bitches." Stiles repeated, enjoying the fact a little too much as Lottie smirked.

"Stiles, please shut up - Lottie don't give me that look." Scott warned, they needed the information and time was running out. Ignoring Lottie as she poked her tongue out at him he continued. "What happened?"

"Our pack--they were killers. People talk about us as monsters. They're the ones who gave us the reputation. And our Alpha was the worst of them." Ethan explained. "We couldn't fight back. We didn't know how to control our joint form back then."

"Deucalion taught you." Lottie surmised.

"And then we fought. We took on the whole pack, one-by-one. By the time we got to our Alpha, he was begging for his life. We tore him apart. Literally."

"What a lovely, heartwarming story." Stiles added unhelpfully.

"What about your Emissary?" Scott asked as Ethan shook his head regretfully. "Then they're all dead? Kali and Ennis too?"

"All except Deucalions. Morrell." Ethan admitted, having the decency to let shame envelop his tone. That was until he gasped and clutched his chest tightly.

"Oh God, you're not having a heart attack are you?" Lottie groaned.

"It's Aiden." Ethan replied before taking off, the trio following him quickly making their way to the locker room, finding Aiden standing over Cora with a dumbbell before Ethan and Scott held him back and Lottie stood protectively over Cora whilst Stiles checked her wounds.

"Aiden, you can't do this!" Ethan roared as Lottie's eyes glowed their vibrant colour as she fought for control. Cora wasn't her best friend by any means but her brother was and she would be damned if she let anything happen to her. "I don't care who started it, Kali gave Derek till the next full moon. You can't touch him or her."

Aiden glared at the occupants of the room before his gaze fell on a terrified Lydia who was clutching Lottie like she was her lifeline. Cora barely seemed able to hold herself up on the floor as Stiles, Lottie and Scott stood ready to defend her. Aiden would never admit it aloud, but he never wanted to engage in a fight with Lottie. From what Deucalion has said about Sirens, she wasn't even at half of her full potential strength yet, and she was already lethal.

The bell rang out loudly but no one moved. Scott threw a pleading glance to Ethan who finally grabbed his brother and pulled him out the door. Stiles knelt in front of Cora to help her up, but paused when he saw the amount of blood at her head. "Guys. I think she's pretty hurt."

The group helped Cora up as Lottie's phone buzzed showing a text from Isaac who had been borderline MIA for days. She'd be worried but he checked in regularly.

Lottie's Big Brother:  heads up. allison's dad might be the darach. he has a map and has the next lot of people to be sacrificed on it. fucking creepsville. DON'T SAY ANYTHING xxxxxx

Isaac's Little Sis: two questions: one. WTF?! CHRIS ARGENT?! no way. two. WHAT IS GOING ON WITH YOU AND ALLISON? NO SECRETS BIG BRO xxxxxx

Lottie's Big Brother: i know it seems crazy but we are checking every avenue and the evidence is pretty damning. secondly, nothing... yet ;) will scott kill me? xxxxxx

Isaac's Little Sis: probably :) xxxxxx

Rolling her eyes with a fond smile, Lottie turned her attention back to the group, watching as Cora wiped the blood away from her head.

"Are you okay?" Scott asked as Lydia scoffed.

"She doesn't look okay."

"I'll heal." Cora replied, blunt as ever. Taking a step away from the sink she staggered, catching herself before Stiles and Scott could help. "I said I'm fine."

"Sweetheart, I can see brain matter coming out of your head. Not fine." Lydia smiled sarcastically.

"You know how suicidally crazy that was? What do you think you're doing going after them?" Stiles asked, throwing his hands up in the air to display his bafflement.

"I did it for Boyd. They almost killed him. None of you were doing anything."

Lottie held up a hand drawing the werewolves attention, "Literally saved his life but okay?"

"We're trying Cora." Scott sighed sadly.

"You're failing. All of you. You're a bunch of stupid teenagers running around thinking you can stop people from getting killed. But all you do is show up late. All you really do is find the bodies." Cora fumed as another drop of blood slipped down her temple before she brushed past them and pushed out the door as the teenagers watched in sadness. Well, except Lottie.

"Well. That was fucking rude."

"She's definitely a Hale." Stiles added before looking at his girlfriend who nodded, "I'll make sure she gets home okay."

"My charming man. Love you Batman." Lottie smiled as she reached up on her tiptoes to place a long kiss to his lips before letting him go as he blushed.

"L-love you too Catwoman."

Lydia left after leaving Lottie and Scott standing alone together. Lottie turned to Scott with a mischievous look on her face. "Scotty? I think it's time we paid a visit to the guidance counsellor. Don't you?"

"You know Lotts? I was just thinking the same thing." He smirked as he linked his arm with hers and they left the messy locker room together.

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Past an open door marked GUIDANCE COUNSELLOR, Morrell was packing up her files as Lottie and Scott walked in, the former closing the blinds, shutting out the daylight.

"I don't remember having any more appointments..." Morrell started before she met the eyes of the two teenagers.

"Oh I don't know about that Morrell. I'm sure you can squeeze us in." Lottie smirked as she sat in one of the plush chairs, kicking her feet up on Morrells desk.

"We could use a little guidance right now. Don't you think Lotts?"

"Absolutely." She replied as Morrell sighed and sat in the chair opposite them, basking in the barrier that was her desk. The trio sat in silence for a moment, before that silence was broken by the quiet aggressive tones they spoke in.

"Why are you bothering with me, Scott? When you know the clock is ticking? When you know someone else is about to be taken?" Morrell asked Scott, ignoring the glare the siren sent her way.

"By you?" Scott asked dumbly.

"You think I'd sacrifice my own brother's life?" Morrell scoffed, offended by the accusation.

"Well the two of you won't be winning any awards for 'world's strongest sibling bond' anytime soon. That's for sure." Lottie retorted sarcastically. It was clear Deaton and Morrell were not close by any means.

"We've had our differences. Not enough to make me want to kill him."

"So who do you want to kill then? Since he isn't on your list... not yet anyway." Scott asked inquisitively.

"Come on, Scott. Shouldn't you leave the interrogations to someone like Stilinski?" Morrell teased, before cringing at her mistake of mentioning the man, seeing the dangerous look Lottie sent her way.

"Are you the one killing people?"

"Are you listening to my heartbeat?" Morrell asked, looking at both the teens with supernatural hearing before lowering her voice and leaning closer. "No. I'm not the one killing people." To their frustration, she was telling the truth, leaving them back at square one. Frustrated, Scott stood meaning to leave as Lottie raised a brow at the older woman.

"The truth is, I'm all that stands between Deucalion and the lives of your friends. I've been the one pulling the leash taut when they're salivating for a bite." Morrell continued, smugness enveloping her tone. "He wants a True Alpha in his pack. He thinks it's you. He also wouldn't mind a siren standing by his side. And a little distraction like a few human sacrifices isn't going to dissuade him from the prize."

"But I'm not an Alpha. And you only have to know Lotts for a second to know she'd never join him." Lottie nodded, pointing a finger at the boy in agreement.

"But you're well on your way, aren't you?" Morrell teased as Scott stood to his feet once again, his calm facade disappearing as Lottie stood at his side, blue veins flashing under her eyes in warning. Morrell rose to face them, shaking off the trickle of unease that ran down her spine at the siren.

"Then what's he waiting for? What's he want me to do?"

Morrell sighed, "He wants to make a killer out of you. That's what he does."

"But I can't be a True Alpha if I kill someone, right?" Scott asked, confused.

"Exactly. You want the psychologist's perspective? He's an obsessive who both desires you and is threatened by you. If the obsessive can't have the object of his desire, he'll choose to destroy it instead. You'll either willingly become part of his pack or he'll make a killer out of you, destroying your potential to be a True Alpha." Morrell watched the two beings she knew would grow to hold great unimaginable power before continuing, giving them warning, "You're playing his game. And while you're trying to figure out what to do next, he's thinking ten moves ahead, with checkmate already in sight."

"Well that was particularly unhelpful. Thank you for wasting our time as usual, Morrell." Lottie smiled sarcastically before dragging Scott to their History class, only to be met with Jennifer Blake standing at the front of the class. "Okay, this day officially sucks ass. Also isn't it convenient everytime someone disappears SHE'S the cover teacher. Bet she's getting paid loads. Maybe it's her." Lottie grumbled as they made their way over to Lydia and Aiden.

"I don't get why no one's calling the police." Lydia complained, she was sick of this supernatural shit.

"They're going to make an announcement over the PA–" Jennifer started, Lottie noticed her lipstick was smudged. Derek must have been nearby.

"That's not going to do anything. I told you he's gone, like the others. Taken." Lydia argued, she knew he'd been taken. She just wished her stupid teacher would listen, relishing in the comfort of Lottie rubbing soothing circles on her hand.

"Okay, we're just trying to understand. All we know is that Mr. Westover didn't show up for class." Jennifer tried, although Lottie sensed a weird undertone to her voice.

"And the last time that happened was Mr. Harris. Anyone heard from him lately?" Lydia asked rhetorically as she made her way up to the chalkboard. "He's gone and he's going to be the second murder." She stated, pointing to the circled number two on the board.

"But Lydia, you wrote that number?"

"Okay fine, I'm psychic." When Jennifer repeated the word Lydia rolled her shoulders in annoyance. "I'm something."

'Hell yeah, you're something special alright. My best friend." Lottie grinned, sending her two thumbs up as Lydia smiled appreciatively.

"A Deputy and a teacher? What's the pattern?" Ethan asked, trying to connect the dots to no avail.

"I don't know." Scott sighed.

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Hours have passed and Lottie is still at the school as the moon rises. She was not impressed.

"I've been here for fucking hours. I'm going to turn into a textbook and be defaced and that is not the legacy I am meant to leave behind. Someone save me!" Lottie groaned from her place in the hallway as Scott got off the phone to Allison.

"It's Philosophers as in teachers." Scott announced before dialling Stiles' number.

"Stiles babyyyyy, save me. I'm dying." Lottie groaned down the phone.

"What? WHAT? WHERE ARE YOU?" Stiles shouted down the speakerphone.

"She's not dying, she's just bored. Anyway it's philosophers as in teachers. Allison and her father just found Mr. Westover." Scott explained as he pulled Lottie towards the doors of the school heading to the quad.

"Lotts don't scare me like that. Secondly, It makes sense. Tara wasn't just a cop. Before joining the department she taught middle school."

"Then the last one is going to be another teacher." Scott replied exhausted.

"But there's dozens of them. And they're all headed home." Stiles groaned as Scott and Lottie glanced at each other nervously as they both realised the teachers were in fact not going home.

"No. No they're not. They're all going to the recital. At the school."

"I hope they pick Jennifer. Slash her up a bit. Can't fucking stand her." Lottie admitted as Scott looked on at her in horror. "What? Not all of us can have your whole 'Holier than thou' approach, I don't like her, I want her dead. Shoot me. Oh wait, your ex-girlfriend already did. Multiple times." Lottie grinned teasingly as Scott shoved her slightly.

"You scare me sometimes."

"She's brilliant, isn't she?" Stiles asked rhetorically, lovestruck down the phone unfazed by her violent tendencies. "Oh by the way, I told dad about the two of you."

"How'd that go?" Scott asked.

"Ask me again when he believes me. Could've really used Lottie's help. Instead Cora passed out and now we are stuck at the hospital." Stiles groaned.

"Well when this is all over, I'll take him for a swim." Lottie joked, half being serious. She had been meaning to take Stiles to meet Mayalila anyway but she'd been away in Hawaii for ages and Lottie wasn't sure when she was coming back. Scott hung up the phone and linked his arm with Lottie's once again, leading them to the recital hall, worry drenching them as they stood at the back and took in the crowd.

"McCall, Lottie, take a seat. It's not going to be that bad." Coach scolded.

"I don't know about that Coach. The school's team - aside from lovely Danny of course - sounds like shit." Lottie joked as Scott dragged her to the back of the hall finding Lydia lurking in the shadows.

"I thought you were going home." Scott said as Lydia tucked Lottie under her arm.

"I can't. I don't know why I'm the one who keeps finding the bodies, but maybe if I stopped trying to fight it, I'd find them before it happens. Maybe with enough time for someone like the two of you to do something about it."

"You get me the time and I'll do something about it. I swear to God I will." Scott promised as Lottie nudged Lydia, flashing her glowing eyes at her.

"I've been dying to let loose for days now. Trust me, I'm ready for it."

The conductor lifted his wand up and began conducting the band as they began to play loudly. Lottie saw Lydia read a text and frowned, it was from Aiden who was nowhere to be seen.

"I'll be back." Lydia whispered to the siren, moving to leave only to stop when Lottie grabbed her arm gently.

"You want me to come with you?" Lottie asked, her frown deepening when Lydia declined. Lottie wrapped her arms around herself, a move she did when she was anxious.

"Scotty, something bad is going to happen tonight. And I'm worried we won't get there in time."

"We'll be okay. We're in this. Together." Scott reassured, wrapping Lottie up in a tight hug as they listened to the music, keeping an eye on their teachers. Stiles ran in shortly after, taking Scott's place as he spoke in hushed whispers to the duo, updating them on what he knew. That was when Lottie noticed something that turned her blood cold. Aiden was sitting in the crowd next to Ethan. He had just text Lydia to meet him. Yet there he was, sitting seemingly looking for his phone.

"Lydia is in trouble." Lottie interrupted. "Lydia is in trouble." Lottie repeated, pulling out her phone to text the girl. "She's not replying. Oh my God she's not replying." The trio quickly exited the hall, scouring the quad, shouting her name when they were cut off with an ear-piercing scream that had Lottie and Scott clutching their ears in agony. "Lydia." Lottie mumbled, letting her feet lead the way.

They made their way to the English classroom to see Stilinski standing before Jennifer with a garrotte in her hands and Lydia on the floor, blood on her hands. Scott quickly transformed as did Lottie who felt a new kind of rage as she looked at her friend on the floor and the man she considered a second father and the mercy of the Darach.

Scott lunged first. Jennifer dodged him, quickly ducking under his claws and grabbing him, sending him flying across the room and crashing into the desks as Lottie made her attempt on the woman.

Lottie spun on her left foot, sending a quick kick to Jennifer's face, taking the woman by surprise as Lottie dug her claws into the woman's stomach. "What's another few slashes eh, Jennifer?" Lottie taunted as the woman hissed, sending Lottie flying into the chalkboard with a crash. Stiles rushed to the door but with the slightest push of Jennifer's hand, the teacher's desk was shutting the door and locking him out as he banged on the class desperately. His love and his father were in there and he was terrified.

He watched helplessly as his father picked up his gun and aimed it at the woman. "There was a girl. Years ago, we found her in the woods. Her face and body slashed apart. It was you, wasn't it?" He asked Jennifer who smirked back at him.

"And like the good detective you put it all together, didn't you? Maybe I should've started with Philosophers. With knowledge and strategy." She began to approach the Sheriff with ease as he shot her leg. Stilinski watched in horror as both the wound and the blood disappeared almost instantly. "Healers." She charged forward, yanking the gun out of his hand and slamming him against the wall as Lottie slowly made her way to her feet.

"Warriors." She continued as she tore Stilinski's Sheriff's badge off his shirt, crushing it in her hand. "Guardians." She whispered, drawing in close as if she were to kiss him. "Virgins." Then she placed her lips on his. When she pulled back, her face was in her true form, the mangled, rotted visage of the Darach, mouth open to shriek in fury as Lottie lunged at her.

As Lottie was about to land her claws into Jennifer's back the teachers desk pitched forward as Stiles ran in, taking in the sight of Scott, bloodied and clawing his way out from behind the desks at the back of the classroom and Lydia bound to a chair. Then finally to Lottie who was practically radiating anger as she roared in fury.

"Dad?" Stiles asked. Wind whipped from the fire exit door as Stiles realised what happened. His dad was gone. And Jennifer had taken him.