Scott looked at Stiles, gaping. He'd stopped in his tracks in the middle of the hall. "What?"

"He died last night. Parrish was in the room. He and Stewart were really good friends. He'd fallen asleep and next thing he knows, he's awakened by the monitor's flatline alarm and the doctors and nurses are pushing him out of the room. Haige said that a nurse went in there and several minutes after she came out is when Stewart died."

"We have to find her and stop her."

"How?"

"Did Haige give a description of the nurse?"

"Of course."

"Then we're going to the sheriff's office after school. Lydia too."

"Why Lydia?"

"Remember when Jennifer Blake was doing her sacrifices?"

"Yeah, and Lydia kept finding the bodies because she's a Banshee."

"And she always showed up to the scene intending to go elsewhere."

"She was at the hospital?"

"The night the first victim died. I was dropping off Mom's dinner and I get this really weird feeling. I look down the hall and see this nurse. Lydia shows up, doing the exact same thing she did when she found Jennifer's sacrifices. A few minutes later, the first victim dies. Lydia saw this nurse too."

"You look disturbed."

"Lydia thinks Lindsey saw her too."

"At the hospital?"

"I don't know. Lydia said she drew her the other night. So she thinks Lindsey came face to face with her and it left enough of an impression on her that she drew her."

"Or Lindsey is supernatural." Stiles thought a minute. "What are we going to do? Just walk up to Lindsey and ask if she's a creature of the night?"

Scott gave Stiles a look. "We can have Isabel meet her. She can sense other supernaturals, although she can only identify werecanines right away."

"Sounds like a plan, but how do we do it without making Lindsey suspicious?"

"I'll think of something," Scott pulled out his phone. "But first I want to make sure that Isabel will do it." He dialed Isabel's number. His eyebrows knit together when it kept ringing.

You've reached Isabel Evans. I'm unavailable at the moment but leave a message with your name and number and I will return your call once I am able to

Scott didn't leave a message.

"That's weird," Scott said.

"What?" Stiles had seen the look on his face.

"Isabel usually answers."

~~~

Chris walked into the Sheriff's station and stopped at the front desk.

"I'm Chris Argent. I'm looking for Deputy Jordan Parrish." The officer at the front pointed over to Parrish's desk. "Thanks." Chris approached the young deputy. "Jordan?"

Parrish looked up from his paperwork. "Hey, Chris. What brings you here?"

Chris held up the folder he was holding. "That research you asked me to do. Is Stilinski here?" Parrish looked over at Stilinski's office. The sheriff was inside talking to Rafe. "Perfect."

Parrish stood and went over and knocked before opening the door. "Sorry to interrupt, Sheriff, but Chris Argent is here. He might have some information on the burning cases."

Stilinski motioned for them to come in. The two men came in and Parrish shut the door.

"I thought those were drug cases," Rafe commented.

"Officially."

"Unofficially?"

"Supernatural killer. We suspect."

"And you may be right." Chris opened the folder. "I looked through the bestiary for anything that could do what this creature is doing. At first, I suspected another Darach, but the killings have been completely random."

"Why could it not be a Darach?" Rafe asked. "And what the hell is a Darach?"

"It's a Dark Druid."

"A Druid?"

"They use their abilities to harm instead of heal. But these deaths are much too random to be a Darach. The only one that fit was the second victim, being a substitute teacher."

"Philosopher," Stilinksi said.

"Yes. The others don't fit. None of them are Healers, Virgins, Guardians, or Warriors."

"Stewart was in the Army," Parrish said.

"I stand corrected."

"Who do you suspect now? Deaton suspected Nogitsune, trickster, or witch."

Chris pulled out a couple of sheets of paper that were stapled together. "I think we might be dealing with a witch."

"What language is this?" Rafe asked.

"Archaic Latin. When I translated it, it hit me that we may be dealing with a powerful one. Like Valkyries and Druids, there are two kinds."

"Good and evil," Stilinski said. "Any idea what this witch wants?"

Chris shook his head. "But I have a feeling it might have something to do with the Hales."

~~~

"Isabel, it's Dr. Deaton. I was just calling to check up on you. I know you needed time to yourself but no one has heard from you and we're getting worried. Call one of us when you get this message." Deaton hung up. It wasn't like Isabel to not answer her phone.

"Doc?" Scott looked worried when Deaton turned around, his partner in crime next to him. "What's wrong?"

"I'm not sure."

"Is it about Isabel?"

"Have you heard from her?"

"I tried calling her earlier but she didn't answer."

"Same here."

"She's not answering my calls either." Derek seemed to have suddenly appeared in the clinic, making Stiles jump and curse under his breath. "She should have been back by now."

"What do you mean?" Scott asked. "Where did she go?"

Derek sighed. "Another ex-boyfriend found her. A guy named Devin. It opened up some old wounds and she told me she needed some time to herself."

"She did a hide and heal?" Stiles said. "Are we positive she isn't just a wolf with wings?"

Derek actually ignored Stiles' comments, a sign that something really was wrong. "So to speak."

"You don't think she left?"

Derek glared at Stiles this time and Deaton shook his head.

"No, she wouldn't hurt Derek like that," the Druid said. "Maybe she's just taking longer."

"What did Devin do to make her react like that?" Scott asked.

"Aside from the hateful comment about Vincent," Derek answered. "I think she's had about as bad of choice in men as I did in women."

Scott gave Stiles a look when he opened his mouth. Stiles immediately snapped his mouth shut.

"Another one that betrayed her to Vincent?"

"I don't think it was to Vincent. I think it was a different kind of betrayal."

Scott's phone started ringing and he answered it without looking. "Hello?"

"I think we may have a suspect in these killings," Chris said. "At least creature-wise. Where are you?"

"Clinic. Why?"

"Can you meet me at my apartment? Bring the Hales and Lydia too."

"Alright." Scott hung up and looked at Derek. "Chris may have found something in the bestiary. He wants to meet you, Peter, Malia, and Lydia at his apartment."

"Why Lydia?"

"I don't know."

~~~

Lindsey flipped through her sketch pad until she found the drawing she made of the strange woman and handed it to Danny.

"Wow, you're really good," he commented. "This is the woman you saw?"

"Sean's been teaching me self-defense for a while. We've been using a little-used warehouse my parents own. I was practicing with my crossbow and it was really late by the time I left. I'd told my parents I was in a group study. She was standing by my car. She did this weird thing with her hands and seemed disappointed that nothing happened." She took the pad away from Danny and looked down at the woman. "Then she called me a curious one and walked away."

"I wonder why."

Lindsey bit the inside of her cheek. "My parents have been acting strange lately and they and Sean seem to be getting into more fights. I overheard a fight the other day and Sean told them he was getting tired of being the one that has to sacrifice everything for them. Mom just sprouted of the family motto: Nous devons tous faire des sacrifices."

"We all must make sacrifices," Danny translated.

Lindsey nodded. "Sean's conflicted about something, but I've been noticing something strange around town. Besides that woman I met." Danny waited. "I was in the library and Ms. White showed me the old newspapers." She pulled out the copies that she made and a notebook. "I've noticed there's been a lot of animal attacks here for years and weird murders. I mean who cuts people in half?"

Danny quirked a brow. "Seriously?"

"Seriously. There's been dozens of murders, a lot of the victims cut in half." Danny flipped through the printouts of the articles. Lindsey handed him more printouts, these about all the animal attacks. "Even with the Preserve here, there's just way too many animal attacks." She then slowly picked up three more sheets. Danny could tell she seemed to be debating. "We lived in New York several years ago. I was 10 and we lived in this apartment building downtown. I remember it because it had a rooftop pool. Sean would take me up there during the summer. He met this girl up there and he really liked her. I think he would have married her."

"Why didn't he?"

"Sean doesn't know I know that our parents made him break it off. Mom screamed our motto at him and said that if he really did love her, he wouldn't be that selfish. I didn't understand what she meant then. I really still don't." Lindsey showed him the article about the Hale fire and pointed to a girl in the photo. "That's her. She used to live here. But I found something else and I can't bring myself to tell Sean. It'll kill him." Danny took the article from her. The headline read: POLICE IDENTIFY BODY FOUND IN WOODS Danny read on, remembering the case. Then his eyes widened.

"Yeah, it will. Especially when he finds out how." And the truth.

~~~

"Why are you and Malia at my house?" Scott asked, riding in the passenger seat of Stiles' Jeep.

"Uh, because we were supposed to go to the sheriff's station this afternoon and you never showed up. We came here looking for you."

"Oh, crap. I'm sorry, Lydia. I went to the clinic to talk to Deaton." He really didn't want to tell her that Isabel wasn't answering her phone.

"Are we still going to the sheriff's station?"

"New plan. We're going to Chris'."

"Why?"

"He wants you there. I think he might want you to double-check his translation in the bestiary. We're pulling onto my street now."

"Alright. That one is perfect."

"Huh?"

Lydia had already hung up. Stiles pulled up in front of Scott's house and the two went into the house.

Scott jogged up the stairs looking for Lydia and Malia. "Lydia?"

"In here!" Lydia's voice was coming from Melissa's room.

"What are you doing in my mom's—" Scott cut off. "Wow."

Melissa looked beautiful. She was wearing a dark blue wavy skirt that reached just below her knees and a matching shirt. Her curly black hair was pulled into an updo with several strands hanging down to frame her face. The last time he'd seen her look this beautiful was when she'd gone on an attempted date with Peter.

"What? Don't worry, it's not some random medical rep."

Scott couldn't help but chuckle. "You look gorgeous, Mom."

Melissa smiled. "Thanks." The doorbell rang.

"I got it!" Isaac called.

"Would you like to escort me to my date?"

"Want me to meet him and give my stamp of approval?"

Melissa chuckled. "Well, you've known him since you were a kid, honey."

"Dad? What are you doing here?" Scott heard Stiles ask.

Scott's eyebrows shot up. "You're going on a date with Stiles' dad?"

"He asked me to dinner. Before running into a wall."

Scott laughed and escorted his mother downstairs. Stiles looked like he was trying to grasp the concept of his father actually having a date. Stilinski was wearing dress pants and a button-down shirt. Isaac caught sight of Melissa and his jaw dropped. Stiles looked from his father to Scott's mother then back, the concept seeming to fly straight over his head, amusing Scott.

"You look beautiful," Stilinski said.

Melissa smiled. "Thank you."

He held his arm out. "Shall we?"

She took his arm. "I'll be home late."

"Have fun."

"And try not getting yourself hurt. I don't want to come home and find another half-dead werewolf on my couch."

Scott gave a laugh. "Go have fun, Mom."

The two left and Stiles turned to Scott. "What exactly just happened?"

Scott pushed him towards the door. "Chris is waiting for us."