"OKAY, SO WHAT DOES THIS KID'S HOMEWORK have to do with finding Deaton?" Cora questioned because Stiles had just stolen Danny's project to show them something.

"Because it's not just homework, okay? It's a project on geomagnetic fields. They flow through the earth. They can even be affected by lunar phases, all right?" the Stilinski boy explained as he pointed to a note on one of the papers. "Now, look at this. This is a note from Harris on Danny's proposal."

Lydia read aloud, "'I strongly advise you to choose another topic. The ideas here, while innovative and thoughtful, border on pseudoscience. Not suitable for class.'"

"Harris wasn't just a sacrifice. He knew something," Scott muttered in realization.

"Now, check this out," the sheriff's son told them as he flipped through the pages to the one he had been looking for. "Allison's dad wasn't the only one with a map, all right? Danny had one, too. Danny marked all the telluric currents, okay? Now, the weird thing about Beacon Hills is that it actually is a beacon. You wouldn't believe how much energy flowing through the earth is around this town."

Scott pointed at something on the map before beginning to draw over it. "Guys, look, they match. All right, there's three places, right? Where they're kidnapped, and then the place where their body was found."

"Look, that's right on the telluric current," Lydia pointed out.

Scott nodded and suggested, "So, maybe where he was sacrificed is somewhere in between."

"Let me see that. You said there's six more bodies to be found. Deaton's one of them. Gotta be somewhere in between, right?" Stiles asked as he began to make more marks on the map with a black marker.

"Stop," Cora ordered, grabbing his hand before he could do anything else and causing all of them to look over at her in confusion. She moved his hand so that it hovered over the spot that showed Beacon Hills First International Bank where two currents overlapped. "He's in the vault. The same vault." Her phone buzzed, and after she checked it, she informed them, "It's Boyd. The plan didn't work. They cut the power."

They all looked over to Scott in shock at that. He thought for a moment before saying. "It's just like he said. Go. I can save Deaton myself."

"What? Scott, what about us?" Wren questioned, finally joining in on the conversation that she had been silent for the entire time. She was not really in a talking mood.

"Cora can't get there fast enough without you," he ordered before nodding for all of them to get moving so that they could save everyone in time. "Go. We can save both of them."

As he ran out of a building, Stiles turned to the rest of them. "All right, let's go."

They got into the jeep and drove all the way to Derek's apartment building, and Wren's leg bounced nervously as she sat next to Cora in the back seat. Once they got to their destination, they sprinted for the room that would turn on the power again.

"That's a lot of levers," the blonde girl pointed out as they all stared at the many red levers in front of them, and none of them had any clue as to what each of them did.

The Stilinski boy glanced around at Lydia. "What do we do?"

"We pull them," the redhead replied shortly, knowing that it probably could not do any harm. "We pull all of them." While the girls pulled the levers, Stiles texted Isaac to let him know what was happening.

They kept pulling until finally, one that Cora pulled turned the lights on, and power was restored to the building. They then did not waste any time in sprinting up the stairs, not taking to somewhat functioning elevators, but by the time they got there, it was too late.

Derek was crying, and Boyd was lying motionless in the water. After taking a few more steps, the blonde girl was able to see the blood that was seeping onto his shirt, and her eyes widened in realization.

Boyd was dead.

《❀》

LILLIAN CARTER WINCED AT THE SOUND OF CRASHING. Her daughter let out a scream, and the woman was unsure what to do. This wasn't an uncommon occurrence around that time of year, and considering the specific day that it was, she had definitely expected this.

Wren was upstairs in her room, and it was three o'clock in the morning on the anniversary of her father's death. She was throwing everything that she could get her hands on, shoving items off her desk and dresser and nightstands.

She kicked and hit everything near her as hard as she could, barely even feeling the pain. Her feet and knuckles were bleeding, but she was more focused on the fact that she couldn't breathe or think. She was completely blinded by rage and grief, and she needed it out of her.

She threw her chair at the wall and screamed, and her head was pounding. She didn't know what to do. She was so disoriented and so intent on ruining everything she could. Her door was locked so that no one could get in while she was having her episode.

But, a locked door didn't mean much for werewolves, and she whipped around as it was kicked open.

Scott stepped inside, and she froze. All of her anger melted into sorrow, and her arms dropped to her sides as she stared at him. He wasted no time in crossing the room and embracing her, and she hesitantly hugged him back. Despite the fact that he was ten times stronger than her, she was still scared that she might flip and hurt him.

"It's okay," he whispered in her ear, and as soon as the words came out, she began to sob into his shoulder. "It's okay. You're okay."

"What's wrong with me?' she cried out, her entire body shaking. She shouldn't be freaking out so much about this when it happened so long ago. Normal people dealt with their grief after four years. Why couldn't she?

He shook his head, holding her up as her knees collapsed. His heart always broke to see her like that, to hear her say there was something wrong with her. "Nothing is wrong with you, Wren. You just feel things deeply, and that's part of what's so amazing about you."

"But I'm broken," she sobbed.

He pulled away and grabbed her shoulders, leaning down slightly so that she was looking him in the eye. "No, you're not. You are perfect just the way you are."

Wren just kept crying, and he went back to hugging her after she nodded slightly. Lillian crept up the stairs to stand in the doorway as the boy wiped the tears from her daughter's eyes. If that wasn't love, then she had no clue what was.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

"could it be i was the one that you held so deep in the night?" - salt and the sea, the lumineers (my favorite song ever)

something about that last half felt really weird and badly written, but maybe it's because i wrote this in the middle of the day and not night. so, the mood didn't really match. I also wrote it really quickly, and i wasn't sure how to make it longer. but lmk what you thought of it.