"There has to be a reason that witch was using a fire hallucination," Chris said. "There has to be a reason she wanted the pack's attention."

Chris, Rafe, Stilinski, Parrish, and Peter were at Chris' apartment.

"Why is everyone looking at me?" Peter asked. "You don't think it's my fault, do you?"

"It crossed my mind," Stilinski retorted.

"Sheriff," Chris said, leveling a look at the Beacon County Sheriff.

"Okay, what exactly am I missing here?" Rafe asked before anything else could be said. "Are you suggesting this witch has it out for Peter?"

"Not Peter, per se. But the Hales in general. How many siblings did you have, Peter?" Peter didn't answer. "Peter?"

Peter looked up from his phone. "Sorry. What?"

"How many siblings did you have?"

"Just Talia and James. Both of them were older than me. And I had about eight nieces and nephews as well."

"So any of them could have pissed off a witch?"

"Pretty much."

"Derek's pretty sure he didn't piss off any witches."

"So is Peter," Parrish added.

"What about Cora?" Stilinski asked.

Peter again didn't answer, focusing on his phone.

"Peter, what's going on?" Peter didn't seem to hear Chris. "Peter." The former Hunter put a hand on the werewolf's shoulder.

Peter looked up. "Huh?"

"You're somewhere else."

"Derek found out where Isabel is. Half the pack is going to get her."

"What!?" Stilinski cried. "He should have told us."

"And how do you explain in the police report that they kidnapped her because she's a Valkyrie?"

"He has a point," Parrish agreed. "But that's not the only reason."

"No, it's not. Lydia begged Scott not to go tonight. That they all were going to die tonight." Peter held his phone up. "I keep checking the phone for word from Malia that they made it out in one piece."

"Who went?" Rafe asked. "Besides Scott and Derek."

"Malia, Stiles, Isaac, Kira, Devin, and Lindsey."

"Stiles went!?" Stilinski didn't look like he knew if he wanted to be angry or panicked.

"Who's Lindsey?" Parrish asked.

"Friend of Scott's." Peter's phone chimed and he looked down. "Oh, thank God." He looked up at the others, the relief plain on his face. "They got Isabel and they're on the way to the clinic." The phone chimed again and Peter sighed. "Devin stayed behind to distract the Procurers."

"Well, at least it wasn't everyone like Lydia was predicting."

"Thank God for that." Peter looked at Stilinski. "Or there would have been a hell of a lot of bodies for you to pick up in pieces."

~~~

"You can't blame me for her escape." Sean threw his keys down on the counter.

"I can and I will," Mark said. "You've been very vocal about Evans ever since we caught her. She was close to breaking and telling us where to find the Eye of Odin."

"I didn't let her go! I was with the others. I left long enough to go to the bathroom. I couldn't make it down the hall, release her and send her on her way in less than five minutes!"

"Where's your sister?"

"With friends. She's still allowed to have those, isn't she? Or are you going to threaten to kill them, too?"

"She's not going to leave the family for her friends. And her friends aren't Alpha werewolves," Emily said.

You have no idea what her friends are. Sean thought. He'd never tell them that she was friends with Isabel's pack.

"I'm concerned about the Valkyrie that attacked us," Mark said.

"Well, obviously they tracked her down."

"They must want the Eye of Odin as well," Emily commented. "But I doubt they would have gotten any more information out of her than we did."

Sean turned on his mother. "You would have tortured her to death. Over an artifact that we know nothing about!" Emily said nothing. "How many others have you done this to? How many people have you murdered for random artifacts?"

"We do what we must as Procurers."

"And that includes kidnapping, torture, and murder?"

"We do what we must. As will you when you take the helm."

"No, Dad. If I take the helm, I will not use your tactics."

"Sean!"

"I've had enough! Torturing Isabel was the last straw. I refuse to do that."

"You may not have a choice."

"I do have a choice. And I'm choosing not to do this." Sean turned around.

"Don't you walk away from me!"

Sean turned back around and held his arms out. "Or what? You going to kill me?" He tapped his chest. "Right here. And then you explain to Lindsey and the sheriff why you killed your own son." Emily's mouth hung open, while Mark contemplated doing so. Sean started to walk backward, arms still out. He turned back around when he reached the stairs.

"Mark, this needs to stop."

"Then you drill it into his head what duty to the family means."

"He's been like this since we made him break it off with the Hale girl. He's resented us for five years."

"He needs to grow a pair and move on. We have a job to do."

~~~

Deaton held the door open as Derek carried Isabel inside. Parrish, Chris, and Peter were already there.

"On the table," Deaton instructed him and Derek complied, gently laying Isabel on the table.

"She looks like she's been through a war zone," Parrish commented. "Is there anything you need me to do?"

Deaton shook his head. "Not yet."

"She needs to be in a hospital!" Lindsey cried.

"Your parents will be able to find her then," Chris said. "She won't be safe."

"She won't be safe here!"

"She'll be safer here than in a hospital," Derek said, brushing aside Isabel's hair. Isabel reached up and grasped his forearm. "I'm right here, Isabel. I'm not going anywhere."

"What the hell did they do to her?" Peter asked.

"Electricity," Isabel whispered. "Enough to make me lose control." She looked over at Deaton. "In a big way."

"Define 'big way'."

"Light burst and a Scream."

"I think all of Beacon Hills heard that Scream," Stiles said. Scott gave him a look.

"I could have hurt someone."

"Where's Devin?" Deaton suddenly asked. No one answered.

"Why was he with you?" Isabel asked.

"He wanted to help. He wanted a premonition he had to keep from coming true."

"What did he do?" Derek hesitated. "Derek?"

"He said he was sorry. Before he attacked the Procurers."

Isabel was silent for a few minutes. "That's the second time he's done that."

"Why would a Dark protect a Pure?" Isaac asked.

"Wait," Peter asked. "Devin was a Valkyrie?"

"Good size wingspan. Wings about the same color as Vincent's."

"That's why you felt threatened by him," Parrish said. "When he came to the clinic."

Isabel nodded.

"We should let Isabel regain her strength," Chris said. "We can play twenty questions with her later."

Lindsey's phone started ringing, causing her to jump. She looked down at her phone and her heart nearly stopped. "It's my dad."

~~~

She sipped her tea as the man gave a bloodcurdling scream, savoring the taste. She inhaled the scent as she released her power over him. He leaned over, wheezing and gasping for breath.

"You know, this tea is made of some of the rarest ingredients known to man," she said as if she were speaking to a friend and not a Procurer she'd caught and was currently torturing. "Its aroma is pleasing to me, although I've been told by others they think it smells horrible." She set the cup down and uncrossed her legs before standing. "Now, tell me why you have Isabel Sullivan in your possession like a piece of art you can trade?" The man didn't answer again. She ran her finger across his cheek and he screamed again. Once he stopped again, she leaned down and brushed her lips against his ear. "It's a simple question, Procurer. A simple answer and the pain will stop. Why do you have the Valkyrie?"

"We... we have it on... good authority... that she knows where to find the Eye of Odin."

"Now was that so hard?" She straightened. "So your superiors are being contracted to procure the Eye of Odin. By whom?"

"I don't know. I'm not privy to that."

"Who is?" The Procurer was silent again. "Who!?" She jabbed her fingers over his heart and again he let out a bloodcurdling scream. "Tell me before your heart gives out from the strain."

"Chasseur!" he screamed before he died.

She took a step back and admired her handiwork. "Hmm," she said, tapping a figure against her lips. "Who would hire Procurers to find the Eye?" She turned around, grabbed her jacket and headed out of the room. She had a family of Procurers to question.