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IN THE MIDDLE OF A SHADOWY LACROSSE FIELD, a terrified Stiles looks up from Lydia's unconscious and bloodied body to Peter who still holds onto Luna.

"I told you what I know... let her go... please."

Peter chuckles nodding before he lets go of Luna's neck then slams his elbow on her shoulder, knocking her out cold.

"What the hell?"

Stiles moves to bend down to check on Luna but freezes as Peter shakes a finger, "Ah Ah Ah."

Stiles looks at the two unconscious girls. Lydia bloody all over and Luna with claw marks in the side of her neck and Lydia's blood all over her.

"No. We can't just leave them here."

"You're coming with me, Stiles. You don't have a choice."

Stiles shakes his head, "Then kill me. I don't care."

Two important girls in his life were hurt and unconscious in front of him. There was no way he would leave them here with no help. He'd honestly rather die.

Peter eyes him, head craning forward as if to determine Stiles's conviction by scent or heartbeat.

With a satisfied nod he replies, "Call your friend. Tell Jackson where they are. That's all you get."

With a trembling hand, Stiles pulls his phone from his coat. After telling Jackson where the two girls are, Stiles follows Peter to his jeep and drives away.

A few minutes later, Jackson runs out the school building to the lacrosse field and falls to his knees in front of Lydia's body. He looks around in fear and confusion.

Luna was nowhere to be found.

Screams burst all over the parking lot of the school. Girls point in terror and heads snap around to look at the nightmarish sight stepping out of the woods.

"Somebody help me! Help me!"

Jackson races between the cars with Lydia in his arms, her dress in tatters and saturated in blood. His shouts for help become louder and more urgent, even reaching the ears of Peter. Who turns only slightly at the whisper of a scream through the window of Stiles's Jeep. He glances back to the worried boy driving beside him.

"Oh, don't feel so bad. If Lydia lives she'll turn into a werewolf. She'll be incredibly powerful."

"And once a month she'll go out of her freaking mind and try to tear me apart."

Peter shrugs, "Actually, considering she's a woman... twice a month."

Stiles throws him a glare of pure hatred and pushes the pedal to the floor.

...

Under the glow of a florescent bulb, Scott sits on the floor in the back of the Animal Clinic, his only refuge. Knees pulled to his chest, he puts his head in his hands.

Sounds filter to him, bits and pieces of the previous few hours coming back to him.

"Tell her how you feel. Say it. Say it again-"

Scott shakes his head, trying to snap out of the memory of his mother speaking to him earlier.

"Tell her everything."

"Everything?"

He runs his fingers through his hair. Then interlocks them at the back of his neck. Shifting from one physical display of anxiety to the next.

...

Stumbling through the woods, Luna groans as she rubs at her neck. Pulling her hand away she sees her own blood mixed with Lydia's dried blood that started to cake up.

Sobbing, she trips over a branch and lays in the leaves having a moment. She had no idea what the do. Where to go. Peter had Stiles, Lydia was now at the hospital, Derek was held captive, and Scott... Scott!

Holding up her head, Luna sniffs trying to get a familiar scent of Scott. Leaping up in joy she hurries towards the scent then realizes she's standing once again in-front of the Animal Clinic.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Scott's clenched fists rise to his lips as if he's trying not to shout in frustration. Barking and frantic movement come from the dog cages in the back, Scott's agitation seeming to affect them.

One begins to howl plaintively, a lonely and miserable sound. But it's a sound that slowly pulls Scott's head up, an idea beginning to take shape.

The barks of the other dogs begin to subside until all he can hear is that one animal howling, calling out for attention.

Calling for a response.

Scott stands up slowly then freezes hearing frantic knocks on the front door. He watches as Deaton goes to the door then comes back in helping a bloody Luna into the room.

"Luna? What the hell happened to you?"

"This isn't my blood... Peter... he got Lydia..." Luna starts to cry as Scott pulls her into a hug, "If she doesn't make it I don't know what I'll do... it's my fault Scott."

"No it's not."

"I could've saved her. I could've. If I wasn't one second late I could've stopped him."

"How Luna? It's not your fault."

Luna shakes her head not believing him. Scott frowns as he raises his hand up to her neck. She flinches away with pain written all over her face as he lightly touches four small claw marks or incisions that looked like what Jackson had in the back of his neck, but hers were on the side.

"How did you get this?"

Luna looks down at her hands allowing Scott to realize what and who did it.

"We're going to stop him Luna. And I know how."

...

"What happens when you find Derek?"

Peter frowns, "Don't think, Stiles. Just type."

"You're going to kill people, aren't you?"

"Only the responsible ones."

Stiles sighs, "If I do this, will you leave Scott and Luna out of it?"

"Do you know why wolves hunt in packs? Because their favored prey are too large to be brought down by one wolf alone. I need Derek and Scott. Both of them. And Luna she's just the cherry on top. She's a very powerful supernatural being... she just doesn't realize it yet."

"They're not going to help you."

"Scott will if it saves Allison. And you're going to help me, because it'll save Scott and Luna. And she will help me if it saves Derek."

"What do you mean?"

"When they catch him, you really think they're going to let him live? Especially after having been that close to one of their own? And Luna is a very rare being. She's a dark fae... worth more than you can ever imagine." Peter guides Stiles's hands back to the keyboard, "All the power is in your hands now. It's your choice, Stiles. Are you going to save his life? Your best friend, whom you know so well, you even have his username and password."

Peter nods to the computer. Finally and with terrible reluctance, Stiles begins typing.

Peter rolls his eyes, "His username is Allison?"

Stiles nods and continues to type in the password.

"His password is also Allison?"

"Still want him in your pack?"