"Why do you think she took Devin to the house?" Peter asked. "Why take him at all?"

"I used the chemosignals in the apartment and I was able to see what happened," Derek said.

"You did it in front of everybody? How is it accurate?"

"Because I focused on Devin's scent. And it was definitely her. Same scent as all the other scenes we checked out. She can access memories. She knows Isabel's connection to Devin."

"She must have seen his memories of us."

Derek turned to Isabel. "I also know she's hoping to draw you to the house. She's using Devin as bait."

"Are you suggesting we leave him?" Isabel asked.

Derek sighed. Devin did help them break Isabel out of the Procurers' warehouse and nearly died for it.

"You're not going alone."

"I can't ask you to walk into the trap with me."

"You don't have to. I'm going with you."

"So am I," Peter said. "Safety in numbers, right?"

"I don't want you guys to get hurt. Not over something we had no idea existed."

"We're a pack. We stick together."

~~~

Sean slowly opened his eyes. He didn't know where he was for several minutes. He could feel the throbbing around where he'd been stabbed, heard the steady beat of a heart monitor. Was he in the hospital? The last thing he remembered was being in the house and finding his parents' bodies. Fighting off their killer. Or trying to. Did someone find him? Then he remembered the man's threat. He had to find Lindsey and hope he didn't find her first. He moved his head, trying to figure out where the door was.

"Sean?"

He turned his head and was relieved to see his little sister. He smiled. "You're okay," he whispered.

"Of course, I'm okay." She smiled, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I thought I'd never talk to you again."

"You're not still mad at me?"

She gave a laugh. "I'm over it. You dying helped me get over being mad." He reached up and Lindsey took her brother's hand. "But I've got to tell you something."

"I know. About Mom and Dad."

Lindsey nodded.

Melissa walked into the room just then. "Oh thank God," she said. She approached Sean and checked his vitals. "How long has he been awake?"

"A couple minutes."

"The whole pack's been worried about you, young man."

Sean looked at her, confused. "The whole pack? After what my parents did to Isabel?"

"Lindsey's part of the pack. And Isabel put that aside to help protect the two of you. But I'm going to need to call Noah and let him know you're awake. He's going to have questions about who attacked you."

Sean nodded and Melissa left the room. "Lindsey, you have to tell the pack to keep protecting you. He's going to come after you next. He knows you know about Isabel. He'll kill you because of our parents' failure."

"They've been protecting me. We're part of their pack now." Lindsey squeezed his hand and smiled.

~~~

"Mason!" Liam ran to his best friend. "Mason!"

"Dude, chill. What is wrong with you?"

"I was at the hospital and I overheard my stepdad say that Lindsey's brother was out of a coma."

"That's great news!"

"I'm glad he's going to be okay."

"Just because he's out of a coma doesn't mean he'll be okay. I mean he was stabbed and had to have surgery to stop internal bleeding. Plus they did have to revive him. I'm sure that probably caused some issues."

"I didn't think about that."

"That's why we're friends. You're the brawn and I'm the brains."

"Hey!"

~~~

Lydia looked around before going under the police tape. The cops and spectators had left a long time ago. She looked around, focusing her hearing. As far as she knew, nobody knew she was here. She tiptoed around the debris in the living room. Devin kept a fairly neat home, that neatness destroyed by the fight with the witch. She walked across to the blood-stained carpet. Devin was lucky he was a Valkyrie. Lydia walked around the bloodstain and went to the hole in the wall. The apartment was deathly quiet. No whispers. No feeling like a hundred voices were vying for her attention. She frowned and tapped her finger on the wall. She heard a whispered word then. She looked back at the wall, her finger right next to the hole. Lydia tapped again. She heard the whisper again. She leaned close to the wall and tapped. The whisper was louder then.

"Lydia, what are you doing?"

Lydia yelped in surprise. Scott was standing in the doorway.

"Listening." She leaned close to the wall again and tapped. The whisper was clearer this time.

Trap them. it said. Lydia backed away from the wall as the whispers surrounded her. Trap them. Hale. Greene. Evans. Trap. Hale. Greene. Evans. Death. Then the whispers stopped.

"Lydia?"

"They're going to die."

"Who?"

"Devin, Isabel, and Derek."

~~~

Scott and Lydia had gone to the loft, Scott having gone to Peter's prior to finding Lydia in Devin's apartment.

"Derek!" he called. "Isabel!" The loft was empty.

"They're not here!" Lydia cried, her shoes echoing in the empty quiet. Scott pulled out his phone and dialed. When Derek didn't answer, he tried Isabel. She didn't answer so he called Peter, hoping they were with him.

"Lydia, are you sure it's Derek that's being predicted?"

"I'm pretty sure."

"Peter's not answering his phone."

"It just said Hale. I assumed it was Derek because he and Isabel are always together. Where else could they be?"

Scott shook his head. "I don't —," He cut off, remembering Stiles telling him about the picture of the Hale house the witch had pinned to the wall with a bloody dagger. "The Hale house!"

He and Lydia ran out of the loft.

~~~

"The only scent I'm catching is Devin's," Derek said. "I don't smell anyone else."

"Could she be masking her scent?" Isabel asked.

"We can still call Scott," Malia suggested. The coyote had overheard their plan to rescue Devin and insisted on coming along, threatening to tell Scott if they didn't let her.

Isabel shook her head. "Come on."

They crept up to the house and went inside, the wolves sniffing the air. Derek focused his hearing and could hear two heartbeats. He grabbed Isabel's arm.

"She's still here," he whispered.

"Then move quickly."

They stepped into the living room and saw Devin tied to a chair, a gag in his mouth. He saw then and started vigorously shaking his head. The four went over to him to free him.

"It's a trap," Devin whispered when Isabel removed the gag. "Get out of here."

"Not without you. Not this time." They finished and started to head back to the door.

"And he insisted you wouldn't come for him," the witch suddenly said.

"Malia, get him out of here!" Malia took off with Devin. The door suddenly slammed shut.

"I was hoping for you, Isabel, but I wasn't expecting Peter to tag along."

"Me?" Peter asked confused.

"Oh, are you going to pretend you don't remember me now?" The witch stepped out where they could see her. "Or did your sister take that memory too?"

The confused look turned to recognition. "Lilith?"

"Oh good. You do remember me."

"What happened to 'I know I didn't piss off a witch'?" Malia asked.

"I didn't know she was a witch!"

"Oh, and if you had known, you wouldn't have rejected me in favor of that coyote? I am not fooled. You still would have chosen her. A shapeshifter that you should have known wasn't good for you."

"You know my mother?" Malia asked.

"Oh, you didn't tell her who her mother was?" Lilith taunted. "Oh, that's right. Your Alpha took away that memory, didn't she?" She took a step toward Malia.

Peter growled and stepped between them. "You leave her out of this!"

"Why should I? She should be mine! You should have been mine!" A light glowed around her hands. "You will be mine!" She gave a scream and threw her hands down, a circle of light appearing on the ground and racing towards them.

"Get out!" Isabel cried. Malia tore the door open and shoved Devin outside, following him. The light hit Peter and he dropped.

"Peter!" Derek started to go back for him.

Isabel grabbed him and spun him around, shoving him out the door as the light hit her in the back. She dropped and the light dissipated before it reached Derek.

"Isabel!" Derek scrambled to his feet just as another car pulled up.

Lilith smirked and disappeared. Scott and Lydia ran into the house, seeing Derek rolling Isabel's limp form over and Peter lying unmoving a few feet away.

"What happened?"