Parrish immediately knew the building when he responded to the domestic disturbance call. Someone had called 911 reporting a fight and screaming coming from her neighbor's apartment. Parrish headed to the elevator and punched the number for the seventh floor, expecting it to be just a routine call. At least it hadn't been the fifth floor. He would have worried then.

An elderly woman met him at the elevator. "Thank you for getting here so quickly," she said. She looked worried. "Devin is a good man." The name caught his attention. "Helps me with my groceries when he sees me." Parrish followed her down the hall. "I called you when I heard what sounded like a fight and," Her voice wavered. "I'm sorry. I'm just scared something might have happened to him. He started screaming. I was too scared to go into his apartment to check on him." They reached Devin's apartment.

"You did the right thing, ma'am. I need you to wait out here."

"Alright."

Parrish unsnapped the strap holding his sidearm before knocking. "Beacon County Sheriff's Department. Can you open the door?" When there was no answer, Parrish tried again. "Beacon County Sheriff." There was still no answer. Parrish took his pistol from its place and reached for the handle, slowly turning it and finding the door was unlocked. He pushed it open and held his weapon up and entered the apartment. "Beacon Country Sheriff's Department," He called again. The living room looked like an episode of Smackdown had been filmed in it. The place was a mess, the coffee table shattered into pieces. Then Parrish noticed the blood. He reached up and squeezed his walkie. "Parrish to Dispatch."

Go ahead for Dispatch.

"I am on scene. I have reason to believe that an assault has occurred. I need the investigative team and Sheriff Stilinski on scene ASAP."

What do you got? Stilinski asked.

"I'm in Devin Greene's apartment. There's signs of a struggle and blood." He looked up and saw a pool of blood staining the carpet along the far wall, along with a blood-covered dagger through a photo of the remains of the Hale house. "Lots of blood."

~~~

Sean had been moved to a high-security room of the ICU. Lindsey refused to leave his side. The entire pack had been relieved that the doctors had been able to revive Sean. They still didn't know why the witch tried to kill him but they were still determined to protect him and Lindsey, despite knowing how she could easily subdue them if she really wanted to finish Sean. Lydia had gone into the room to see how they were doing and to see if Lindsey needed anything.

"Lydia," Lindsey said as the Banshee turned to leave. "I need to tell you something."

Lydia turned back to her friend.

Lindsey looked up at her from the chair she was sitting in. "Remember that drawing you saw when we went to celebrate Malia's dad winning his case?"

"Yeah."

"She's the witch. Sean was teaching me how to use different weapons and we have this warehouse that nobody uses, so we'd go there. I went out there by myself one time. When I came out she was standing between me and my car. Knowing what I know now, I think she was planning on me being the next of her victims."

"But she let you go."

Lindsey shook her head. "I think she tried to cast whatever spell she had on the others on me, but it didn't work." She looked back up at Lydia. "I don't think her spells work on me. I don't think anything works on me."

"What do you mean?"

"Because when Isabel lost control at the warehouse, I was the only one not affected. Is there something wrong with me?"

"I find dead bodies and you want to know if there's something wrong with you?"

Lindsey bit her lip and Lydia put her hand on her shoulder. "Lindsey, there's nothing wrong with you. You're just going through a lot right now. I'm not going to promise that everything will be okay, but we'll help you get through it."

"The last thing I said to my parents was that I hated them." Tears welled in her eyes. "I told them I never wanted to see them again. And I never saw them again."

Lydia crouched down to where she could be level with her friend. "You can't blame yourself. This wasn't your fault."

"I'm just scared, Lydia. This wasn't what I meant when I said I didn't want to move anymore. I didn't want them to die."

"They died over this stupid artifact." Lydia put her hand over Lindsey and Sean's. "We're going to try to keep anyone else from dying over it. Devin and Deaton are trying to find out more about it."

"It won't bring my parents back."

Lydia gave her a sad smile. "I know." She looked over at Sean. "I know."

~~~

Stiles all but ran into the hospital. The entire pack was in the waiting room. He was pretty sure the Hales and Isabel hadn't left it once. "Guys, we might have a problem."

"What?" Scott asked.

"Parrish answered a domestic dispute call at the apartment complex the three of you live at. He called in my dad and the investigators. Devin's apartment looks like he went a few rounds with someone. Parrish says there's broken furniture and blood."

Isabel looked up at Stiles. "What?"

"Devin's officially a missing person."

~~~

Isabel pressed the button for the seventh floor several times.

"We should have warned him," she said.

"How could we have known she'd figure out what Devin was?" Derek said.

"She wasn't there just to kill Sean," Isabel ran her fingers through her hair. "She had to have accessed his memories as well. Why didn't I think of that?"

"If she accessed his memories, then she knew to come after Devin. She knew he'd be the only one that wasn't going to be around the rest of the pack."

"She had to have seen he was a Dark."

They finally reached the floor and Isabel darted out of the elevator and down the hall, making her way through the crowd around Devin's door, Derek right behind her. The room was a complete mess. The coffee table was shattered, glass and wood everywhere. A chair was overturned. One of the investigators was taking a photo of the wall. Isabel could see the blood on the carpet and the dagger in the wall. Derek put his hand against the small of her back before taking a deep breath. They had to know what happened. He focused on the scents, Devin's now-familiar scent, his blood, another familiar scent. He felt fear, pain, smugness. Then he opened his eyes.

A dark-haired woman took Devin's hand. He fell to his knees. She grabbed his throat and Derek could see the pain on his face.

"Oh, God!" That same pain was in his voice.

"God isn't going to save you now."

Devin grabbed her wrist, his eyes widening. "It's you!" He managed to gasp. "You're... the witch!"

"Oh yes. But I don't understand why a Dark and a Pure aren't trying to kill each other. Why this pack would let you be knowing what you are."

Devin clenched his teeth from the pain as she placed the middle fingers of her free hand over his third eye. "No!"

They were in that position for several minutes before the witch released Devin and he fell forward, breathing heavily.

"Interesting," she said, walking around him. "A Dark Valkyrie with the trust of a Pure. Don't you know that once your wings go black, you lose everything?" She bent close to Devin's ear as he pulled himself to his hands and knees. "Do you really think that you dear little Pure will ever accept you as you are? Do you think any of them will accept a Dark Valkyrie as one of them?"

Devin elbowed her in the chest, grabbing a pen off the coffee table. He hopped to his feet as it rippled into a dagger. The witch coughed, rubbing her chest.

"If they'll never accept me, then I have nothing to lose then." Devin leapt at her.

The witch moved quicker, slamming him into the coffee table. This is what caused it to shatter into pieces. She went for his throat again but he was able to drive the dagger into her shoulder. She screamed and staggered backward. Devin was on his feet again, tackling her. They fell over the chair, upending it, before the witch used her power to throw Devin across the room. He slammed into the wall. The witch leapt at him before he could stand and shoved the dagger into his abdomen. Devin cried out, grabbing her wrist.

"If you think I'm going to kill you just because you throw yourself at me, think again, Dark. You know what I am yet you still attacked. I'm impressed." She shoved the dagger deeper, Devin giving another cry, his blood seeming to be pouring from the wound. "But I'm going to see if your Pure still has a soft spot for you. If you're not useful to me, then I'll grant you the death you seem to want."

"What makes you think I want to die?"

The Witch put her hand on Devin's chest and he gritted his teeth with a grunt.

"You will."

Devin then couldn't handle the pain she was sending through him anymore and he screamed.

"What are you two doing here?" Stilinski asked as the scene faded.

"Stiles told us about the call," Isabel said. "What happened?"

Stilinski went under the police tape and led them away from the crowd, glancing over his shoulder to make sure they weren't going to be overheard. "Neighbor heard the fight and Devin screaming. Called us. With the amount of blood in there, I really hope he's a quick healer." Stilinski looked at Derek. "I hate to ask."

"I already did." He glanced towards Devin's apartment, confirming that no one still wasn't in earshot. "It was the witch. I don't know how she got in but Devin defended himself. Some of the blood in the apartment might be hers. Devin managed to stab her in the fight before she got a hold of that dagger she left in the wall."

"You should also know, that dagger was stabbed through a picture of the house."

Derek didn't have to ask what house. His brows knit together.

"I was thinking it might be a message for you guys."

Isabel knew exactly what that message was.

Derek shook his head. "Maybe one of us is next." Derek didn't tell the sheriff that he knew why Devin was taken. And he was pretty sure Devin was bait for a trap.

~~~

Devin found himself tied to a chair in a dusty and charred old house. He pulled at the rope that bound his wrists behind him, but found he was tied securely. He looked around, trying to figure out where he was. The house he was in looked like it had been gutted by fire and the owners didn't bother to try to repair the damage or demolish the house. A large hole was in the floor and Devin thought it looked like something had been buried under the floorboards and then dug back up. Across from him, he could see the staircase. Devin heard movement above him and he struggled to free himself again, looking over his shoulder trying to see the rope. He heard footsteps descend the stairs.

"Well, look who's awake," a man's voice said and Devin froze. He slowly looked towards the source. A man wearing a suit was standing in front of him. His black hair was perfectly styled and cut short with a perfectly trimmed mustache.

Devin's eyes widened and his breathing picked up. "Oh, God," he whispered.