Olivia's POV:

"See, I know that I seemed off this morning but you clearly have something on your mind." I say to Phoebe once we kicked off our shoes before we fully entered inside the house.

"I didn't know Phoenixes can smell fear." Phoebe sarcastically teased, placing her shoes on the stand before she went up the stairs and I followed behind her.

"They don't but sisters can tell when something's wrong." I emphasize sternly as I put my camera on the dresser. "Is this about Hayden? School?"

She quickly shook her head, unpacking some of the things from her backpack. "No, we're okay. School is good."

"Okay then what is it?"

She places her notebook on her nightstand before she takes a seat on her bed with a saddened expression. "When Mason, Liam, Hayden, and I saw the body in the boiler room, I may or may not have puked afterwards." She nervously fiddled with her fingers. "And tonight I just...froze for just seeing the Ghost Riders."

My brows furrow in confusion. "Phoebe, it's normal to be scared."

She shook her head. "It's not that it's..." She hesitantly trails off but I take a seat next to her. "I want to be just like you."

My expression falters at her words in remembrance of Boyd but I place a hand on her shoulder. "Phoebe--"

"I'm serious." She looks up from her hands. "When Theo killed Tracy and Josh, I just...stood there like a terrified idiot and ran away. When you leave off to college, I just want to make you proud by keeping the town safe with the others. I want to be able to protect people so you don't have to worry about us but I can't if I'm always freaking out over whatever supernatural being we're up against."

"Phoebe, I didn't get to have a normal high school experience because of the supernatural. You deserve to have one after everything that's happened to you." I emphasized. "Eventually, Beacon Hills is gonna have to survive without us."

"Beacon Hills will burn to the ground without us." A male voice spoke up.

I quickly turn around but realize that nobody was in the room. "Uh...are you okay?" Phoebe worriedly asked as I cautiously stood up from her bed.

"Sorry I thought...I could've sworn I heard someone." I trail off before I shake my head. "Look, if it makes you feel better...I'll take a gap year. Just so I can try and help as much as I can if something happens and so you can stay focused in your own normal priorities."

Her eyes slightly widen. "Wait what? What about college?"

"I meant what I said about never leaving you behind again, didn't I?" I raise a brow but she quickly shakes her head.

"But you shouldn't do that for me, Olivia. Allison will--"

"I'll talk to her about it another day, alright?" I sternly say. "Be the one sibling in the family that got to have a normal high school experience."

She simply nods but once I turn away, I couldn't help but think about the voice I heard.

Who the hell was that?

Allison's POV:

"And then I heard this voice asking if saw them." Lydia explained as we walk up the steps to the school. "But as he asked this, it seemed like a train was passing by my room with these golden lights. The horns were extremely loud and I could've sworn it felt like an earthquake."

"And then...?" I trail off.

"My mom came in my room to check if I was okay after she heard me screaming." She muttered.

"So...you had a nightmare? Not a premonition." I conclude but she quickly shook her head.

"That's the thing. I wasn't sleeping." Her eyes trail over my expression before she rolled her eyes and stopped by one of the lockers by leaning against it. "You don't believe me."

"No, no. Of course I do." I assure. "It's just...do you know who the voice was?

"No but...I feel like I should know it from somewhere." She muttered, bringing her books close to her chest. "I'll just tell the others when they get here."

I furrow my brows in confusion. "Why here?"

She looked taken aback by my answer. "Isn't this where we always met?"

I slowly shake my head, briefly glancing at locker 1075. "None of our friends own that locker."

She turns around and her eyes slightly widen.
"Oh."

Phoebe's POV:

"Phoebe?" I feel Hayden place her hand on top of mine which causes me to look away from the balcony of where I saw the Ghost Riders last night.

"Hm?"

"Are you sure you're doing okay?" She worriedly asks, brushing her thumb across the back of my hand. "You spaced out there for a while."

"I'm fi-" She raises a brow which causes me let out a sigh. "No...I'm not."

She closes her textbook and walks around the table to take a seat next to me. "What's wrong?"

"I can't stop thinking about last night." I whisper, making sure no one else could hear the conversation.

"The Ghost Riders?" She whispered and I nod.

"I stayed up late last night, reading everything about the Wild Hunt. How they come in by storm, collecting souls, riding lightning." I list off and she nods for me to continue. "But what I don't understand is why they were here. What kind of supernatural creature comes to a high school library?"

"What else did you see?"

"Well with Corey's power, he was the reason we saw them in the first place but all I could remember was that they were holding something with their lasso." I explain with a bit of frustration laced in my tone. "But that's all we could remember. Why can't we remember what happened?"

"Maybe they weren't holding something." Hayden whispered which caused me to look away from our hands. "What if they were holding on to someone?"

Olivia's POV:

"I blew it, didn't I?" Liam muttered as he walked inside the boy's locker room with the two bags of lacrosse equipment, causing Scott and I to look up.

I share a look with Scott before he shook his head. "You blew it off. You'd have to be trying in order to blow it."

Liam lets out a sigh with a guilt written expression. "Maybe someone else can be captain. With school work a-and all the other stuff we have to deal with--"

"Devenford Prep started practice three weeks before us. Riverside, two weeks. We're behind before we even start." He explained.

"If it makes you feel better, half of your team can't even cradle the ball," I add with a small smile. "let alone score."

"Why can't you stay captain?" He questioned as Scott stood up from the bench.

"I'm graduating." He shrugged. "You know, I'm not gonna be here next year. Somebody's gotta step up and fill in the gap. Olivia and I talked about it and...we think it should be you." He says, briefly meeting my eyes and I nod in agreement.

"Yeah?" Liam raised a brow before he shook his head. "Well, Coach doesn't want me. I don't know if the team wants me."

"While I preferred for Phoebe to stay out of it, I know she's not going to listen to me so I'm positive she would want you to lead the team." I try to encourage. "You need to start believing in yourself, Liam."

"And it's not up to them! It's up to you." Scotty sternly stated. "You have to want this, because they're gonna keep coming at you. They're gonna keep knocking you down. And you have to get back up. You have to show them that you can get back up. Leaders don't run!"

Suddenly, a slow applause causes us to look behind Liam and see an impressed Coach Finstock as he walks into the locker room with a proud smile.

"Now that's what I'm talkin' about, McCall! That's exactly the intensity this team needs." Coach emphasized with a grin before his gaze lands on Liam. "And you? I'm looking forward to crushing that little adorable baby-face of yours."

Coach Finstock turns away and closes the door to his office behind him before Liam slowly turns to us with annoyance.

"Just take the advice."

Allison's POV:

"Allison wait up!" I turn at the voice and see Sydney rushing to catch up to me.

"Hey Sydney!" I greet with a smile as she hurriedly dug through the files in her hands. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah! I figured since you and Olivia were a thing a-and that you were most likely to see her rather than me since we have different schedules and it's sort of difficult to catch her around here or the hospital if she's working with her mom--"

"Sydney," I interrupt with a chuckle. "Breathe."

"Right, sorry." She exhaled before she pulled out a picture. "Anyway, I had a spare photo from the candid I took the other day and figured she would want it to make copies or something."

She hands me the picture and I start to smile, admiring how each of us looked until something in particular stood out to me.

Why were Malia, Lydia, and I so far apart from Scott and Olivia?

"Sydney--" I look up but see she already ran off. Huh.

I slide the picture into my binder before I continued to walk towards Ms. Flemming's class.

I walk inside the class, giving a small smile to Ms. Flemming as I entered before I walk over to my seat in the back next to Malia's desk.

"You might want to only highlight the important sentences." I say, watching as Malia highlighted almost all of the sentences in her workbook.

"These are important." She answered, never taking her stares away as she continued.

I open my mouth to object but simply shrug it off, knowing she wasn't going to listen to me anyway.

Lydia takes a seat behind Malia just as the late bell rings which causes Ms. Flemming to sit up from her chair with a stack of papers.

"I'm impressed with most of you. It really speaks to your study habits and your commitment to your own education." She complimented as she began to hand out the graded quiz packets to each of the rows. "Everyone else? See me for extra help."

She stops by Malia's desk with a knowing look before placing the quiz down, showing that Malia received a D- and handed my quiz packet afterwards, showing that I received an A.

I worriedly look over to Malia and see her claws begin to extend from her nails as she tightly gripped the edge of her desk which causes my eyes to widen.

Lydia takes notice of this and quickly turns to Ms. Flemming as she handed her her quiz packet. "Ms. Flemming, um--"

"I already told you, Lydia." Ms. Flemming interrupted. "I don't give extra credit for alternate equations based on your own theoretical findings." She explains before she continued passing back the tests.

"Malia, claws." I hurriedly whispered, making sure Ms. Flemming didn't turn around.

Malia lets out a low growl but Lydia leaned her head closer to her. "Lia! Claws." She sternly stated in a whisper.

Malia blinks a few times before she relaxes her grip, showing that her claws retracted but from her posture I could tell she was surprised as well.

Remembering the picture I got from Sydney, I quickly slide it out of my binder and hold it out for Malia and Lydia to see. "Do you guys see something odd about the picture?"

Malia furrows her brows in confusion. "The fact that Olivia kept the yogurt cup in her hands instead of hiding it is sort of weird."

I roll my eyes. "Not that."

"The awkward gap in the middle?" Lydia questioned. "Olivia would've been pissed at us for not scooting closer together."

"Yeah, I know." I answer before I put the picture back in my binder. "It's weird."

"I think you guys are thinking too far into it." Malia muttered as she continued to highlight her workbook. "It's just a gap."

I face forward again but I couldn't help but think to myself about the gap in the photo.

Maybe someone was supposed to be there.

Phoebe's POV:

I skim through the list of absent students for the day until a hand snatches the clipboard away which causes me to flinch back.

"You want to see the absentee list?" Ms. Martin skeptically eyed Hayden and I.

"...yes?" Hayden hesitantly answered honestly which causes Ms. Martin to frown.

"May I ask why?"

"Uh..." I trail off, looking to Hayden for help in which she shrugs before I turned to Ms. Martin once more. "Werewolf stuff?" I whisper.

Her eyes slightly widen in surprise. "I thought I made it clear that Beacon Hills High School is a dedicated safe space?" She firmly stated as I nervously fiddled with my fingers. "I had to convince twenty-three students that what they saw in the library last semester was a large bear, and the fangs on Scott McCall and flames bursting out of Olivia's hands were the result of acute teenage hallucination syndrome!" She lowered her voice.

Hayden and I briefly look at each other before she gives a quizzical look. "What is teenage hallucination syndrome?"

Ms. Martin lets out a scoff. "I have no idea!

"Ms. Martin you don't understand. We think someone could be missing, and they could be in danger--

"I can assure you that nobody has reported a student missing." She emphasized as she flipped through the next page on the list. "And all absentees are accounted for."

"But--"

Ms. Martin interrupts Hayden by placing her hands both on our shoulders as she steered us out of the administrative office. "Ladies, I appreciate your concern, and I thank you for your vigilance." She warmly smiles before she removed her hands once we were out in the hallway. "Remember-- safe space. Now, go back to class."

"We don't have class." I answer, gesturing to Hayden and I.

"Then go back to something!" Ms. Martin exasperated. "Anything." She groaned out before shutting the door in our faces.

Hayden turns to meet my eyes with a raised brow. "We're not giving this up, are we?"

"Nope."

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"Are you sure?" I continue to ask as Hayden and I follow behind Parrish in the police station.

"No one is unaccounted for?" Hayden added, causing Parrish to roll his eyes in exasperation.

"You can reword the question as much as you want." Parrish answered, opening the cabinet drawer and placing the file inside before shutting it closed. "The answer is still no."

"So you don't feel anything?"

"Yeah, does your Hellhound-intuition sense something wrong with the supernatural?" I curiously ask which causes him to sigh in frustration.

"I'm a harbinger of death, not a harbinger of kidnapping!" He emphasized quietly. "I'm also a Sheriff's deputy working on an unsolved murder that, for once, doesn't involve shapeshifters, resurrected 18th century serial killers, or me. It's just a straight-forward robbery-homicide." He firmly states

I shake my head with disbelief. "Were we looking at the same body? He was bludgeoned to death and stuffed in a high school air duct!"

"And I already have your statement." Parrish sarcastically remarked before he flashed a fake smile. "Have a great day, Phoebe! You too, Hayden." He says before walking to the evidence lock-up, shutting the door behind him so we couldn't follow.

"I don't understand why you thought that would work." Hayden chuckled. "It was a long shot."

"Well one of my parents is your sister's partner so I thought it wouldn't hurt to try." I muttered as I crossed my arms in annoyance.

"Uh...Elizabeth only works at the Hospital." Hayden corrected which causes my brows to furrow in confusion.

"That's what I said."

She slowly shakes her head. "No, you said they were my sister's partner."

"Oh...I thought..."I trail off but see the look of confusion form on her face. "My bad. It was probably someone else."