"He straight up told your dad he has premonitions?" Lydia asked. "And he even told him that he saw Isabel's kidnapping?"

"Yeah he has an APB out on a dirty white van, but without a plate number they won't be able to actually prove that any van was used in the abduction."

"Has he told Derek?"

Stiles shook his head. "I don't think Dad wants him going after Devin. He warned them about the Procurers, to begin with," he sighed. "Scott hates keeping stuff from him but he and Dad agreed that Derek would do something he'd regret if he knew. The wolves are all out trying to pick up Isabel's scent."

"Then let's hope she didn't go into her Valkyrie form."

Stiles nodded in agreement.

~~~

Sean just looked at Mark. "You want to what?"

"It's time she learned the truth."

"She's not ready yet. She's not ready to learn the truth about the world."

"She's sixteen."

"Exactly! Give her time to actually be a teenager! This is the first time I've seen her halfway happy. Now you want to drop the supernatural bomb on her?"

"She'll learn eventually. It'll be better for her to learn from us than when she sees a werewolf on a full moon."

"Mom!"

"I have to agree with Sean, dear," Emily said. "I don't think she's ready for the truth yet either."

"You're going to take his side? He's been balking at his duties ever since we made him break it off with that werewolf."

"That werewolf had a name, Dad. And Lindsey isn't ready to join the family business just yet. Or were you hoping by dragging her around Hell's half-acre she'd willingly say 'Teach me, Jedi Master'?"

Emily bit her lip to keep the amusement from showing on her face. Mark's face turned red with anger.

"Just give her a little while longer," Emily said. "Her personality has begun to change. Once I believe she is ready, I will be the one to tell her the truth."

~~~

Angry couldn't accurately describe Derek. He, Peter, Malia, Scott, and Isaac had tried and failed to track Isabel's scent and Danny wasn't going to be able to track her by cell phone. They had reached a dead end. Malia had never seen him like that and frankly, it scared her. And she then proved to be her father's daughter. Upon finding Devin's name at the mailboxes, she traveled up to his floor and found his apartment. Lucky for Malia, Devin was home.

"Ah, crap," he said when he saw Malia. He took a step back almost as if he knew she was going to barge in. Malia marched right into the apartment. "Come on in. Make yourself at home," he added sarcastically. Once Devin shut the door, she growled at him. "So what do I owe the honor of a coyote barging into my apartment? Are you here just to growl at me?"

"We know you warned Isabel about the Procurers."

"I did. But if you're here to threaten me into making me tell you why, you're wasting your time. Because I don't know why they took her or where they could have taken her. In fact, I don't even know who the Procurers are. And let me guess, Derek's Alpha has forbidden him from contacting me so he sends a coyote to do his threatening."

"No one sent me. And how do you know I'm a coyote?"

"It's a talent of mine," Devin paused. "They don't know you're here, do they?"

Malia didn't answer.

"Look, I want to find her as much as Derek does. I know how powerful she is and a power like hers isn't very common."

"What do you mean?"

"Did she explain a Valkyrie's eye color to you?"

"Blue is Pure and Green is Dark. The brighter the eyes, the more powerful the Valkyrie."

"Do you know why Vincent wanted her among the Dark so bad?"

Malia shook her head.

"She has a rare ability to cause light to burst from her body. It's a weapon in itself. The light will knock you on your ass if she hits you with it on full blast, as will her Scream."

"I thought her scream was like our roars."

Devin shook his head. "It's not just a sign of aggression. It's a defense or offense mechanism. Another reason Isabel would be valuable to someone is the fact that her mother was Esther Evans, the most powerful Valkyrie to ever live."

"You know an awful lot about Valkyries."

"I'm an old family friend." Devin motioned to the door. "You tell your Alpha I'm going to help your pack find Isabel. I give you my word."

Malia nodded, then stopped at the door. "Sorry for bursting in like I did."

"I would have done the same."

~~~

Lindsey worked on some homework in the library during her free period.

"Hey, what's up?" Mason asked as he sat down across from her.

She pulled her headphones out. "Just getting a head start on homework."

"Smart." He pulled a book and a binder out of his bag. "I have a book report I need to get started on."

"Smart."

Mason chuckled. Liam joined them a moment later, turning a chair around to straddle it. He gave Lindsey a smile.

"Need something?" Lindsey asked.

"Just hanging out, seeing what you two are doing."

"Work. What are you doing besides bugging us?"

Liam chuckled. "Just bugging you."

"That's what I thought."

"So you coming to the game on Saturday?"

"Maybe, but it won't be to watch you."

Mason laughed. "Who? Scott? Danny?"

"You do realize that Danny's my best friend, right?"

"I do now."

"Besides Scott, Stiles, and Isaac are my friends, too."

"I see you hanging out with them all the time."

"Is this your way of attempting to ask me out?"

"Sorta."

"No."

Mason snorted a laugh. "Crash and burn!"

"Shut up, Mason."

Mason was holding his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing out loud.

Lindsey smiled. "Try a different tactic later. Maybe I'll say no to that one as well."

Mason lost it and Liam's face turned red. The laughter caught Ms. White's attention and she leveled a look at them.

"I... I gotta go." He made a hasty retreat and Mason held his hand up for a high five.

"That was priceless," he said after Lindsey gave him the high five. "He's so not going to live that one down."

Lindsey giggled and decided that Lydia was a bad influence on her.

~~~

"Any updates?" Isaac asked Scott as he met him and Stiles in the parking lot.

Scott shook his head. "Aside from Derek getting angrier by the second, no."

"Um, I might have an update," Malia said, sheepishly.

"What did you do?"

"I tracked down where Devin lived."

"Oh, God," Stiles muttered. "What did you do?"

"What makes you think I did anything?"

"Because you're a Hale." Malia gave a low growl at her boyfriend. "Just stating a fact."

"Malia," Scott prompted.

"He gave me some information on Valkyries Isabel didn't tell us. Apparently, she's like Valkyrie royalty."

"Royalty? Like a princess?" Stiles asked and Scott rolled his eyes.

"No, you idiot. Her mom was like Aunt Talia."

"Powerful?"

Malia nodded. "He said the most powerful ever to live. He thinks they might want her as a weapon. He said that light thingy she does and her Scream can knock someone out if she uses it fully on someone."

Scott's eyebrows shot up.

"Anything halfway useful?" Isaac asked. "Like who the Procurers are."

"Nope, but he did say he was going to help us look for her."

~~~

Lindsey dropped her bag in one of the living room chairs, humming a tune as she grabbed a drink out of the fridge. She turned and nearly dropped it, startled at seeing her father standing in the doorway. "Dad, you scared the crap out of me."

"Sorry. Didn't mean to. How was your day?"

"Fine," she answered slowly, wondering why Mark had a sudden interest in her day. "I've got homework to do."

"You can do it later," Lindsey just looked at Mark. "I have something I want to show you." Mark picked up his keys.

"You have to show it to me now?"

"Yes, now. Come on."

Lindsey hesitated before following her father to the car.

~~~

Her first thought when they pulled up next to the warehouse was her parents had found out about Sean teaching her how to use weapons.

I am so screwed. she thought as she stepped out of the car, trying to think of excuses so that Sean wouldn't be in trouble, too. But when she stepped inside, it was like a whole other world. Most of the men and women in the room were walking around in tactical gear. The rest were wearing civilian clothing. Everyone was carrying automatic rifles. Great. My family is right-wing gun nuts.

"These aren't security consultants, are they?"

"No, they're not." Mark guided Lindsey to the left.

"Where are we going?"

"What I want to show you is this way."

"You're not raising an anarchist army, are you?"

Mark chuckled. "No." They rounded a corner and came face to face with Sean, dressed in civilian clothing with an automatic rifle slung over his shoulder.

His eyes widened and a look of horror came over his face. "She's not ready for this!" he said. "Mom told you to wait!"

"She's ready, Sean! I know what you're doing and it's not going to work. You can't protect her from the truth."

"She doesn't need to find out like this. And just so you know, Mom is going to kill you for bringing her here now."

"Move out of the way."

Sean didn't budge.

"Sean, I said move."

"No."

Lindsey gaped when Mark slammed Sean's front against the wall, twisting his right arm around, causing her brother to grunt.

"You will remember who the leader of this family is and you will remember your place in it." He released his son and Sean turned around, holding his arm. "Come on, Linds." Lindsey looked at her brother, who looked ashamed.

"I'm sorry, Lindsey," he whispered.

"Lindsey!"

Lindsey reached out and took his hand. "I'm scared. I want you with me."

Sean nodded and together they followed their father.

Mark waited for Lindsey at a door. "You're old enough to learn the family secret. And a secret not many people are privy to. The world is full of monsters and priceless artifacts. The fairy tales are real as are most of the relics you hear about. Our job is to find these relics by any means possible."

"Is that why we came to Beacon Hills? To find a relic?"

"We were contracted to find a priceless artifact. Our information led us here and to the one thing that could help us find it." Mark opened the door and walked into the small room.

Lindsey followed and looked upon the scene in shock, her mouth hanging open. A chain-link fence ran across the room. A woman was handcuffed to it, breathing heavily. Her dark brown hair hung loosely around her face. She wore a black halter top and blue jeans. She looked up and Lindsey saw that her eyes were glowing bright blue.

"Oh, my God," Lindsey whispered.