"I HAVE TO STOP HIM," Allison whispered after receiving a text from Scott that another teacher was missing. They had called Stiles earlier after they found out and told him that he had to talk to his dad and get him to believe. They needed all the police help they could get. 

Isaac glanced at the blonde girl before trying to talk her out of it. "Is that really a good idea? I mean, if your dad is actually doing all this stuff—"

"'If?'" the Argent girl exclaimed as she gestured to everything out in front of her that was evidence against her father. "Look at this. He knows everything. He's — he's planned everything."

"What are you doing?" the Sharpe girl asked her when she pulled out a piece of paper from her pocket. She realized that it was Danny's project paper that they used earlier to figure out where Deaton was being held. 

As she spread it out on the desk next to the one her father marked, she glanced back and forth with Isaac and April's help to try to find some differences between the two. "If Mr. Westover was taken from the school, there's gotta be another point on the telluric current."

"You mean, where he'll be sacrificed," Isaac nodded slowly as he scanned the papers. Then, as he went over the paper with the UV light, he pointed to a point of Danny's map. "There. That mark's new."

"Then that's where he is," the hunter said as she took a picture of the spot and headed out the door with the other two trailing behind her quickly. She seemed very determined that day, and it was kind of clear that she was trying to block out the fact that this was her father.

They arrived at the electric substation, which was where the map led them. As they pulled up, Isaac questioned from the back seat of the car. "You really don't think we should call Scott?"

"Stay behind me and stay quiet," the Argent girl told both of them before she climbed out of the car without another word. She had a dagger gripped tightly in her hand, and she was ready to fight if she needed it. April had also been given a dagger, but she was not the best at fighting. So, she doubted she would be of much use with it.

The curly-haired boy looked to her before getting out of the car. He muttered, "Oh, this is so not gonna end well."

"FYI, if your dad tries to kill me, I'm gonna defend myself," he informed the brunette girl as they walked into the station. It was long abandoned, and it was really creepy — the perfect place to hide a dead body if you were a serial killer.

She just shook her head in response. "If my dad tries to kill you, you'll be dead."

"She kind of had a point there," the Sharpe girl mumbled, and when Isaac shot her a glare, she shrugged. "What? You've seen him fight. He could take me out in the blink of an eye."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence. Woah — I smell blood," he told them, his head whipping in a couple of directions as he tried to figure out where the stench was coming from.

The hunter girl questioned urgently, "Where? What direction?"

"I don't know. I'm not that good at this yet, but I think it's..." he trailed off before pointing down the hall to a really creepy and sketchy door. Allison unsheathed her blade and began walking toward it. "Allison. Allison, wait. Allison, don't!"

Then, all of a sudden, something started to move. They realized that it was a man chained to the ceiling just before they heard an inhuman screech coming from behind him. Some creatured poked its head out, causing the Sharpe girl to gasp. Allison began to sprint toward the man, and April and Isaac followed her in an attempt to stop her from getting killed by the creature.

"Get down!" ordered a voice from behind them, and the Lahey boy pulled the blonde girl to the side just in time before bullets came flying at them. Allison dove out of the way, and they all whipped around to see Chris Argent with two guns, firing at the creature behind their teacher. 

He ran into the doorway, and Isaac, who was covering April from any flying bullets, lifted his head up to watch. The man screamed, "Help him!" He kept firing as the teens ran toward him, and then he stopped.

"That's Mr. Westover," Allison pointed out once they got close enough to confirm who it was.

When the man with them looked confused, the Sharpe girl explained, "He's out history teachers."

"We were wrong. It's not guardians, as in law enforcement," the Argent girl explained to them after a look of realization crossed her face. "It's philosophers, as in teachers."

"You've been tracking the killer on your own this whole time?" she quizzed angrily after they got their teacher down, even though he was dead, and her father began packing up his equipment.

"Yeah, and I was this close." He held up two fingers that were about a centimeter apart before he went back to collecting the chains. "I could've caught him if the three of you..."

Allison scoffed, rolling her eyes and taking a couple of steps toward her father as he stood back up, "So it's my fault that you've been lying to me for the past two months?"

Chris practically laughed out loud at that, for his daughter had been hiding and had hid a lot of things from him over the past year. "You wanna tally up the lies, Allison? I don't think you're gonna come out ahead on that one."

"Hey, just a thought?" Isaac piped in with an irritable voice as he and April watched the two bicker awkwardly. "Maybe right now isn't the best time for a little family meeting. There's still one more teacher."

"The recital," the Argent girl realized with wide eyes as her father swung his bag over his back to make it easier to carry.

April smiled sarcastically a little bit. "Guess we're going after all."

《❀》

AFTER THE ELECTRIC SUBSTATION, they all headed to the music recital at the high school that was happening at school that night. Allison and her father were talking about something in the hallway while Isaac and April stood in the back of the auditorium by the doors.

The Lahey boy was the one to speak first. They were whispering as to not disturb the performance. "Earlier, when you walked in on me and Allison, that wasn't what it looked like."

"So you said," the blonde girl replied, not taking her eyes off of the stage.

"Okay," he responded with a small nod after glancing at her to see her reaction to his words. She was trying to control her facial expressions though. "I just wanted to make sure that you knew that."

She could feel her heart beating faster, so she took a couple deep breaths to slow it down because she knew it would give her away if he was listening to it. She informed him as firmly as she could, "I wouldn't care if it was."

"Sure you wouldn't," he said, and the sarcasm in his voice bothered her, causing her to look over at him to see the smug smile that was making its way onto his face.

"I don't," she assured him, but it was like she was trying to convince herself. She decided that joking was probably the best way to shrug it off. "I mean, sometimes I wish that Allison was on top of me, but I'm not jealous of her or anything."

He was still smirking as his gaze flickered between her and the orchestra that had just finished a song. "I believe you."

"Stop doing that," she ordered, glaring at him and his stupid face that was clearly lying.

He furrowed his eyebrows even though they both knew that he knew exactly what she was talking about. He was just trying to push her buttons. "Stop doing what?"

"Stop being sarcastic," she clarified despite the fact that he was already aware of what she meant. She shook her head as she leaned back against the wall, annoyed. "I'm not jealous."

"I know," he muttered, but he was still smiling like he was the happiest person in the world.

She groaned in frustration before whacking him on the shoulder as hard as she could with her program. It did not do much because it was paper, and he was a werewolf. She could not help the smile that crept onto her face when she told him, "I hate you."

"Hey," Stiles whisper-yelled, rushing over to them with a panicked expression on his face. April furrowed her eyebrows, wondering what was wrong. "Have either of you seen or heard from Lydia?"

"No, why?" the blonde answered after shaking her head and shooting him a worried expression.

He sighed, checking his phone once again before looking back up at her. "She's not answering any of our calls or texts, and we've looked everywhere for her. Can you help us?"

"Sure," she responded, and he nodded before running off. She turned to Isaac and pointed in the direction that he just ran in. She shot him an apologetic look for leaving him. "I'm gonna—"

"Go," he told her, cutting her off, and she did waste any time before running outside with Scott and Stiles.

They all yelled her name before the Stilinski boy looked to them. "Anything? She's not answering texts. What do we do? Scott?" Scott looked like he was having a panic attack as he looked in every direction, trying to figure out where she was.

After a few minutes, though, he groaned, and his hands flew to his ears. April rushed to his side with a concerned expression and voice. "Scott? Are you okay? What's happening?"

"I know where she is," he grunted out before taking off with his two best friends following him as fast as they could. April got to Ms. Blake's classroom just in time to see him jump over a desk and swing at the woman. 

But she dodged it. 

What was even me shocking was when she pushed him, and he went flying into the desks behind him. Stiles saw his father on the ground with a knife in his chest, and he tried to rush to him, but Ms. Blake kicked a desk into the door, locking him out. April, who was already in the room, rushed over to Lydia to Lydia who was duct-taped to a chair with a garrote tied loosely around her neck.

Scott spit blood out onto the floor and fell unconscious as the sheriff lifted his gun to point at the serial killing woman. He breathed out, "There was a girl... Years ago, we found her in the woods, her face and body slashed apart. That was you, wasn't it?"

"Maybe I should've started with philosophers, with knowledge and strategy," the woman said, and when she tried to advance toward him, he shot her in the leg. April jumped slightly, but she continued untying and freeing Lydia. Ms. Blake cried out in pain, but the hole in her leg closed up again almost immediately, and she continued. "Healers..." She grabbed the handle of the knife and pushed him up against the desks. "Warriors..." She ripped his sheriff's badge off of his chest. "Guardians..." She bent it in half with one hand. "Virgins."

She kissed him.

When she pulled away, the awful face that April had seen at the substation earlier that day appeared, and She put two and two together. The blonde was about to dive for the gun on the ground when Stiles tried to burst through the door again, moving the desk slightly, and Scott woke up.

April swore that she only blinked for a second, but by the time she opened her eyes again, Stiles was in the room, and neither Ms. Blake or the sheriff were anywhere to be found.

"Dad?"