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SCOTT jolts awake. He squints, blinded by the fluorescent light blazing down on him. Then hears the clink of metal. Nearby, a bullet slug now lies at the bottom of a steel tin. His boss, Dr. Deaton, steps over to smile down at him.

"I wouldn't try to get up just yet."

Scott starts to speak weakly, "Am I..."

"You're fine. And I've given you something that should speed up the healing process."

"But... you're a vet."

Deaton nods, "Very true. And ninety percent of the time I'm mostly treating cats and dogs."

Scott frowns, "Mostly?"

Deaton turns to him with a knowing smile, "Mostly."

...

A time-worn heavy steel door swings open into a damp corridor marked with more disgusting dirt and grime than a New York subway tunnel. Kate steps inside, followed by a very hesitant Allison.

"What is this place?"

"Let's start with basics. You know how every family has its secrets?" Kate yanks open another door, "Ours are a little different."

Allison gazes past her to where Derek stands shackled to a grid of pipes, his head bent low. When he raises his eyes, they're glowing an ice-cold blue. Fully transformed and chained up like a dog, Derek opens his mouth wide and roars through his fangs at the two female Argents.

Kate looks back to her terrified niece with the disturbed grin of a pure sadist.

"Isn't he beautiful?"

...

A blue current of electricity snakes through a grid of rusted pipes, twisting up around spliced wires and rippling down to gold-plated needles that pierce the skin of Derek's torso. His body arcs up, the electrical charge pulling his muscles into painful contractions.

In the dimly-lit basement, Allison stands in shock watching Kate dial down the current at a control board. The static buzz fades allowing Derek to collapse back against the restraints. Still transformed, he gasps weakly.

Barely breathing herself, Allison keeps her distance, "What is he?"

"I think you already know the answer to that."

Allison shakes her head.

"Sure you do. Maybe you don't want to say it because it gets a little too real when you hear it out loud? Shape-shifter. Lycan. Werewolf. Whatever. To me he's just another dumb animal."

"What are you doing to him? Is that going to kill him?"

Kate laughs, "Oh, kiddo, don't get all ethical on me. The electric charge just keeps him friendly."

She pushes Derek's chin up, then pulls his lips back like a vet might with a dog to inspect its gums.

"See these? Canines. Also known as fangs. Made for the rending and tearing of flesh. Not something you find on cute, leaf-eating herbivores."

Gripping his chin, Kate fearlessly pulls Derek closer.

"You know, there was an ancient breed of gray wolves whose teeth could crush bone? How hot is that?"

Allison scoffs crossing her arms over her chest, "This is a joke to you."

"Sweetheart, werewolves are running around in the world. Everything's a joke to me. How else do you think I stay sane?"

She casually drops Derek's head, letting his chin fall to his chest as Kate starts to walk to the door. Both leave the room and continue down a dark corridor.

"So was it him in the school? And all of the animal attacks?"

Kate glances at her before stopping in the middle of the hall, "There's three of them. Another young one like him, called a Beta. The third is the Alpha."

"What's an Alpha?"

"The pack leader. Bigger. Stronger... Nastier. Now those... those are the real ugly motherfu-"

"When were they going to tell me?" Allison asks with anger in her voice as she refers to her parents.

Fluorescent bulbs flicker across the ceiling of the corridor where Kate leads Allison out.

Kate frowns, "They still haven't decided if they're going to tell you."

"Why not?"

"Let's just say if you react badly when you find out, not good."

"What do you mean not good?"

"They don't think you can handle it. They see a frightened little girl who's going to run crying into a corner when she hears the truth."

"What do you see?"

"Natural talent. Potential."

Allison smiles lightly before frowning. She thinks back to everyone she saw around Derek and hopes that Scott wasn't involved with him. Did he know Derek was a werewolf? How about Luna? Did she know?"

"What's on your mind now kid?"

Allison bites her lip shaking her head, "I j-just... nothing."

For some reason she felt like she shouldn't ask about Luna to her aunt. She didn't know why but even though they were no longer friends she didn't think Luna should be involved in this big mess.

"Kate... what am I supposed to do now?"

"Go to school, do your homework, go to the formal Friday night. Be a normal teenage girl who doesn't know anything. And trust me to get everything ready for the next part."

"The next part? What's the next part?"

Kate stops walking and stands straight in front of Allison smiling, "You're going to help me catch the second Beta."

...

Scott snaps awake, sitting up on the steel table in the examining room. His feet land on the concrete floor as Deaton steps out from around the corner.

"Welcome back to the land of the conscious. You doing okay?"

Scott answers by swaying back, looking as if he might pass out. Deaton takes his arm, keeping him from falling.

"Maybe you should sit down."

Scott shakes his head slowly, "What's going on?"

"I'll answer all your questions soon."

Scott sighs and glances over at the other side of the room seeing Luna passed out in a chair. He jumps off the table carefully and slowly makes his way over to her. Kneeling he checks her for injuries and sighs as she doesn't move.

"She's okay Scott."

"What is she doing here? How'd she get here?"

"She got here on her own Scott. She's been here all night looking over you, she finally fell asleep an hour ago."

Scott frowns holding her hand then glances over at Deaton who he notices carefully watching Luna.

"You know what she is... don't you?"

Deaton nods, "I know of her kind."

Scott glares at the ground frustrated. It felt like he was the only one who didn't know. Did Stiles know?

"Her kind?"

"Mhm. I assume she hasn't told you and that's not my place but she's getting much needed rest right now. Why don't we leave her."

A chime rings through the Clinic, causing them both to look up. They hear a slight creak, the front door opening and then easing shut. Deaton cocks his head to listen as Scott stands up letting Luna's hand go. He grip onto Deaton's arm with a worried face as he begins to tighten, fear renewing his strength.

"Hello?"

No response comes.

Scott pulls at Deaton, trying to draw him back. But the man remains perfectly calm.

"I'm sorry, but we're closed." Deaton calls out.

From around the corner comes the slightest sound of footfalls. Deaton starts forward, but Scott digs into his sleeve. Gently, Deaton pries his fingers off and gives a reassuring smile. He steps toward the front of the office where Peter Hale stands just inside the door.

"Hi there. I'm here to pick up."

"Sorry, I'm not sure I remember you dropping off."

Peter smiles but with fury in his eyes, "This one wandered in on its own."

"Even if he did, I'm afraid I can't help you. We're closed."

In the examining room, Scott hides in a corner against the brick wall. He listens, breath held as Peter keeps pushing.

"I think you could make an exception this one time, don't you?"

"I'm sorry, that's not going to be possible. Maybe you could come back during regular hours."

Peter loses the smile. He steps toward Deaton.

"You have something of mine. I'm here to collect it."

"Like I said... We're closed."

Peter stops at the gated border between the waiting area and the office used to keep animals out. Confident veneer cracking slightly, he tries to approach the gate again, but it's almost like an invisible barrier presses him back. Hand coming up, he traces the tips of his fingers across the two-inch wood surface of the gate.

"Made from mountain ash? Right? That's an old one."

In the blink of an eye, Peter's hand wraps around one of the chairs in the waiting area. He yanks it up and sends hurtling over the border to smash against Deaton. It tumbles in pieces to the floor as Deaton remains unmoving with a blank stare.

"Let me be as clear as possible. We. Are. Closed."

Calm returning, Peter finally gives a polite nod and moves for the door.

But with his hand on the knob, he pauses to whisper, "There are other people who can help me get what I want, Scott."

In the back, Scott presses against the brick wall, listening to Peter's voice with his heightened hearing.

"More innocent... And far more vulnerable."

The door clicks closes with a gentle chime as Scott slumps down against the wall, knowing exactly who Peter was talking about.

"Allison..."