Phoebe's POV:

"So...are you going to tell me where you're dragging me to?" I ask Theo, who held a firm grip on my wrist, as we walk through the school hallways. "More specifically, why? I need to get back to the hospital."

"Think of this as a lesson of losing control of your fear." He simply shrugged before pushing open the door that led to the boys locker room. "And how you need to learn to keep your emotions in check."

"Maybe you haven't noticed lately, but I've been having trouble controlling my anger." I hear Liam snarl. "When things happen to my friends, I just can't seem to help it. One of them lost their mom, you asshole! She was a human!"

"No, Liam, wait!" I hear Gabe frantically beg, but Theo gestures for me to walk around the locker row blocking the view, my eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Liam pressing Gabe's head against the mirror. "Please!"

A low growl escapes from him and he applied more pressure against Gabe's head. "I just get so angry!" He roared, causing the glass to shatter at the amount of pressure.

"Stop, Liam!" Gabe pleaded with a groan, droplets of blood beginning to spill onto the sink. "Please!"

"You think I'm going to kill you?" Liam angrily asked and slammed Gabe's head against the mirror. "You think we're all killers? Maybe we should be!"

"Liam?" I worriedly speak up and his body stiffens at my voice.

"Dammit Phoebe, I wanted to see if he'd kill him." Theo sighed, earning an eye roll from Liam who kept his hand against Gabe's head. "I mean, I don't care if you do. But, have you thought this through? Any idea where you're gonna dump the body? No one saw you grab him, did they? 'Cause that could be a problem."

Liam looked away with a scoff, applying more pressure against Gabe's head. "I don't care."

I open my mouth to object but Theo holds up a hand, making me stay quiet. "I don't care, either. But, at least let me help! I'm the one with experience here." He smugly answered. "If we kill him, we'll have to find the witnesses and kill them, too. Which means we're gonna need shovels, some plastic bags, maybe a chainsaw--"

Liam releases his grip from Gabe's, making the boy collapse to the ground with a groan. My eyes trail over to the large blood stain on the cracked mirror, causing my heart to sink in discomfort.

"See Phoebe?" Theo clapped his hands together. "There's your first lesson on what not to do. Though, I suggest having some companions just in case the anger takes over."

"You've made your point." Liam bitterly muttered.

"And you didn't kill him." He shrugged. "That's progress!"

"Why do you keep trying to save me?" Liam slightly raised his voice in annoyance, taking a step closer to intimidatingly stand in front of Theo. "You think it'll make Scott forget about everything you did, and he'll just let you into the pack? Scott's never gonna trust you."

"You might wanna remember what Scott's goal has been all along." Theo remarked. "keep people alive."

"He should try harder." Gabe muttered from the ground but I narrow my eyes in suspicion.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

His eyes slightly widen as he slowly sat up. "You don't know, do you?"

"Know what?" Theo questioned.

Gabe hesitates at the question and stays silent but Theo immediately steps around me to grab onto Gabe's collar. He slams his head against the mirror which causes the glass to shatter further, making more droplets of blood spill onto the sink.

"About the other bodies." Gabe groaned.

"What other bodies?"

Olivia's POV:

"Another suicide mission? Not interested." Peter scoffed, leaning against the cell from Eichen House. "Or, do you need my help?"

Malia shook her head as the four of us walked past the gate to step into the hallway. "I'm here for moral support."

Peter raised a brow. "For him, or for me?"

"You'd need to have morals." She remarked.

Scott hesitantly glanced between the two before clearing his throat. "You helped us fight the Ghost Riders--"

"Self-preservation." He cut in.

"--but we couldn't have won without you." Scott continued. "You're stronger than all of us. You were the real reason the Wild Hunt--"

"Stop." Peter raised a finger to cut him off again. "A solid effort, but you don't need to appeal to my ego--it's quite healthy. You're gonna need to work a lot harder than that if you want my help."

"Then let's just cut to the chase already." Allison rolled her eyes. "Just tell us what you want."

"Everything pretty much is the way I want it. My penthouse apartment is filled with mid-century furniture, my passport has more stamps than the post office," He listed off as he leaned off the cell and walked closer to us. "and did you see the car parked out front? That's a Shelby One Thousand Cobra. There are only one hundred in the entire world. I have two. Two!"

"You do realize Gerard has an army, right?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. "Every single one of them wants you dead so it'll be easy for them to spot you if you have a flashy car."

"And you think that means I'm going to enlist in your little endeavor? Because you're going to defeat Gerard?" He snorted. "You're not going to beat him, Scott. And let me show you why."

He flips the lever next to him and immediately the lights flash on in the cell next to us. My eyes widen at the sight of a man laying on the bed but he sits up once our eyes locked, his expression slowly shifting into disgust.

"You're holding one of Gerard's hunters hostage?" Allison questioned in disbelief.

"When I found him, that was pointed at my face." Peter walked closer to the cell door to point at the gun that was placed at the end of the bed. "That's a G36, which fires 750 rounds per minute. And, it's empty...for the moment."

He digs into his pocket and pulled out a magazine filled with ammo, wiggling it in the air for us to see before opening the slot and tossing it to the hunter.

"Peter, wait--"

"What the hell are you doing?" Malia worriedly asked, watching as the hunter rushed to attach the magazine and reload the weapon.

"That homicidal guinea pig is going to kill all of us unless you do what is necessary," Peter casually explained as I slowly take a step back away from the glass, feeling my hands warm up in anticipation. "and I don't feel like dying today."

I flinch at the sounds of the rapid gunfire hitting the glass but due to the glass pane in front of him, the bullets got stuck and it didn't seem to bother him as he continued to fire.

"There's something wrong with him!" Scott yelled over the noise.

"Yes!" Peter raised his voice since he used his fingers to cover his ears. "He's shooting at us. If you can't even kill him, how do you expect to win this war?"

Suddenly the bullets stop and the hunter looks down at his gun in confusion.

"Don't worry, it's just jammed. It tends to happen with automatic weapons that haven't been serviced regularly." Peter reassured. "Just slide the bolt back."

Allison glared. "What the--"

"Thanks." The hunter grumbled, sliding the piece back into place before aiming once more.

"We're not going to hurt you!" Scott shouted but the hunter went back to shooting.

"He can't be reasoned with, Scott. He's not only shooting at us because he's afraid," Peter explained with a shrug. "he's trying to kill us because he hates us."

The hunter stopped shooting once more and throws himself into the glass which instantly shatters. We quickly step out of the way but the hunter tries to harshly shove Scott back into the wall with his gun.

"Why are you doing this?" Scott growled, holding a tight grip on the gun in-between them, the two trying to overpower each other.

"Because she wants you dead!" The hunter exclaimed.

"See? Blind obedience." Peter clapped his hands together.

I lunge towards them and grab onto the gun, feeling it easily melt into my hands which causes Scott to take a step away from me. The hunter's grip loosens from the gun but I yank it out of his grip and slam it against his head which knocked him unconscious.

"Hmmm. He never gave up." Peter slowly nodded before gesturing to the hunter. "I would fight with him. I like him. That's how you win a war."

"I knew he'd never help us." Allison muttered with a scoff as I dropped next to the hunter. "All he cares about is himself."

"One day, you'll learn that you can't save everyone." Peter tuts with disapproval, his eyes flickering to mine as the fire diminished from my hands. "One already does."

"You can't kill everyone either, Peter." Scott harshly countered. "Look, you can fight with us, or fight alone, but one way or another, you'll end up fighting."

"I'm guessing it's going to be alone." Malia added before the three of us followed behind Scott to the exit.

"You made it this far without getting your hands dirty, Scott! No one makes it through a war with clean hands!" Peter voiced from behind us. "If you won't start killing...you better find someone who will!"

We walk back to our cars in silence but since I caught a ride with Allison, I knew this was the perfect opportunity for her to talk to me.

And I was not looking forward to it.

Allison inserted the keys into the ignition but just before she could turn on the vehicle, she lets out a puff of air. "I don't know where your head's been since we left the hospital but what I do know is that it's hard. That you feel like you can't go to anyone because you think they'd walk on eggshells around you." She spoke up but I look away to turn to my window, avoiding her eyes. "So when you're ready, if you need to yell at someone, if you need to let it out, I can take it, okay? Whatever you need, baby, I'm here. I'll always be here, even if you just want me to listen. I don't want you to suffer by keeping it all to yourself."

"I thought that by not thinking about it, it would be easier to cope with the fact that she's dead but..." I shut my eyes, feeling the tears trickle down my cheeks, and at that moment, I couldn't help but let out a sob and bring my legs closer to cover my face. "I-I miss her so much, Allison. I wasn't ready to let her go." I shakily say through sobs attempting to talk but I couldn't do it.

I hear Allison quickly unbuckle her seatbelt to get out of the car before opening my door as well, feeling her arms wrap around me as I let everything out.

She comfortingly rubbed circles on my back and I rest my head against the crane of her neck. "Shhh...I'm here." She whispered, leaving me to cry into her arms as she rocked us back and forth. "I'm here."

Phoebe's POV:

"Does the teacher know about this?" I hear Theo ask but I couldn't take my stare off of the three deceased victims covered in ice with their eyes gouged out.

Gabe gestured to the victim inside the cooler. "That's the teacher."

"Unless there's a gun in there, too, this isn't helping us find the shooter." Liam remarked.

"Why'd you hide these bodies?" Theo questioned.

"W-We didn't wanna get caught."

I tilt my head to the side in confusion. "Caught doing what?"

"Testing them. To see if they were werewolves." Gabe nodded his head towards the cooler. "And they were."

Liam frowned. "Just like you tested Corey?"

"But we didn't kill them. Look at their faces," I glance over to their eyes, seeing the dried blood trickled downward. "something else did that."

I hesitantly look towards Theo and Liam. "The Anuk-ite."

"The what?"

"Why would it want to kill anyone?" Liam asked, ignoring the confused look on Gabe. "It feeds off fear. Dead people aren't afraid."

"Maybe the killing is just a by-product," Theo suggested and I snap my fingers at him, nodding in agreement.

"In the bestiary, it says it searches for its other half." I say, feeling my stomach stir in discomfort. "That could mean it's looking for a supernatural creature."

"Someone like us." Theo breathed out.

"Exactly." I nod, gesturing to the people inside the cooler. "They could have been werewolves but...not exactly the one that the Anuk-ite was looking for."

"Which means you've been helping it." Theo scoffed, slamming the cover shut with a glare towards Gabe who flinched at the sound. "Idiot."

"I-I don't even know what you guys are talking about. I was just helping Aaron." He stammered, causing my eyes to widen in realization. "It was his idea to test everyone."

"Who's Aaron?" Theo demanded.

"He's on the lacrosse team. He's just a freshman." Liam spoke up before Gabe could answer, shaking his head in disbelief. "Aaron didn't want to find more of us..."

"He used this as his way to find his other half." I finish, remembering the body we found in the boys locker room. "The body we found in the locker room was him."

Theo let out a sigh. "He's the Anuk-ite."

Olivia's POV:

"So who exactly are they?" I curiously ask once Allison and I step out of the car, eyeing the wrecked shelter in suspicion.

"They're another pack of werewolves that basically gave up everything that makes them human." Malia answered. "Rules, morals, electricity, you name it."

"They call themselves 'the Primal.' Their pack symbol is a circle with a crescent on top." Scott added.

"But from what I heard, aren't they the pack that kills anything that crosses their path?" Allison crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes questioningly.

"They can't be any worse than Deucalion and Peter." Malia pointed out. "Does it matter if they can help us beat Gerard?"

"At this point, we're reaching desperate but...we're running out of options." I say before I gesture to the shelter. "So why not."

As we started to walk closer to the shelter, a wave of nausea hits me which causes my pace to slow as I blink a few times.

I look towards the others, noticing Malia had leaned against the fence with a sharp breath. "Oh god."

"W-What's wrong with this place?" Allison stammered, her eyes darting practically everywhere.

"I feel it too." Scott nervously swallowed.

I shakily held out my hands, flickers of flames beginning to appear on my fingertips. "I-I can't make it stop."

"It's the Anuk-ite." Malia panicked.

Scott stumbled towards us, placing his hand on Malia's shoulder with a look of determination. "We came for the pack." He firmly stated. "It'll be okay. Come on."

I slowly nod and wrap my arm around Allison's, using every bit of strength to keep the flames from bursting out of my hands.

Scott moves aside the drape for us to step inside the darkened room, aiming his flashlight around to reveal some of the worn-out furniture and crates.

"Anyone else a bit freaked out that not a single pack member stepped out to greet or demand why we're here?" I hesitantly ask but Scott continued to walk ahead towards one of the rooms.

He aimed his flashlight to his right but from where I stood, his body stiffened. "I think I know why."

I walk closer to where he stood and as soon as I turn to where he aimed his flashlight, I almost puked at the sight.

There were at least six pack members with their mouths agape and their eyes practically missing. Smears of dried blood trickled down the sides of their faces, almost as if something had eaten the outer rings of where their eyes were supposed to be.

"I'm...erm." I hold back a gag but see their pack symbol of the circle and a crescent moon on top. "That's definitely them."

Something clatters behind us and Malia jumps at the sound with a gasp. "What was that?"

We quickly turn around and Allison swiftly pulled out her crossbow but Scott quickly aimed it down, seeing the familiar figure dressed in only a hospital gown stand at the entrance.

"What are you doing here?" Malia scolded but Allison hurriedly clips her crossbow back into her belt and slipped off her jacket before rushing to Lydia's side. "How did you get here?"

"He led me." Lydia quivered as Allison carefully draped the sweater over the girl's shoulders. "H-He wanted me to find it."

"Who led you?" Scott warily asked.

"Halwyn." She whispered before turning back around to walk out.

The four of us quickly follow behind in confusion but the strawberry blonde snatched the flashlight from Scott's hand, aiming it in front of us to get a better view of the woods.

"Why would a dead Hellhound bring you here?" Malia asked before leaning close to Lydia. "Also, isn't he dead?"

"I guess the connection between a Banshee and a Hellhound--"

"Dead Hellhound?" Malia cut in.

"--is stronger than I thought." Lydia continued. "As for the why, I'm hoping if I find the body, I'll figure that part out."

"And the pile of dead bodies at the primal's lair wasn't it?" I curiously ask in disbelief.

She shook her head. "It's a different body."

"There's not another body out here." Malia countered. "I'd smell it."

Lydia paused for a moment. "I'm a harbinger of death. Trust me." She stated and continued her pace.