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ii. TAKEN
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IT HAD BEEN the next school day after Heather's birthday party that everything went to complete shit.
There was an ever-growing concern that whatever shape was bruised on Lydia and Allison's wrist hadn't been some random marking, but something that could be a pattern. A pattern that could lead them to where Erica and Boyd were.
The only person that didn't believe the whole thing was Derek - naturally. He stood in front of the small group of teenagers, arms crossed sternly across his broad chest. Carter stood between Derek and Scott, while Lydia and Allison held out their wrists.
Derek glanced down at the two girls' wrists, "I don't see anything."
"Look again," Scott insisted, trying to get Derek to consider hearing them out. Boyd and Erica were still missing and that symbol could be their key to finding them.
"How is a bruise going to tell me where Boyd and Erica are?" Derek asked, his voice hardening.
Carter leaned forward slightly, "It's the same on both sides, Derek. Exactly, the same."
"It's nothing."
Lydia smacked her lips, looking up at Derek. "Pareidolia. Seeing patterns that aren't there." When no one spoke, utterly confused as to how Lydia knew that, she sighed. "It's a subset of apophenia."
Scott looked back toward Derek, "They're trying to help."
"These two? This one-" Derek pointed at Lydia, "who used me to resurrect mine and Carter's psychotic uncle. Thank you." His voice was dripping with sarcasm. "And this one-" he pointed at Allison, "who shot about thirty arrows into me and my pack."
Carter stood silently between her brother and Scott, feeling extremely uncomfortable at the mentioning of those two nights.
When Lydia brought Peter back to the land of the living, she had poison the majority of the student body with wolfsbane punch. A frenzy erupted that involved a hallucination Carter never wanted to talk or think about.
Allison had gone rogue and homicidal after her mother died, placing Carter in the crossfire by almost shooting her in the head with an arrow. Even now, four months later, Carter found it difficult not to think about it whenever she was in Allison's presence.
"Okay, all right, now, come on," Stiles interrupted the stare-down, trying to relieve the tension between Allison and Derek. "No one died, all right. Look, there may have been a little maiming, okay, a little mangling, but no death. That's what I call an important distinction."
"My mother died," Allison whispered, and Stiles' face fell.
"Your family's little honor code killed your mother," Derek deadpanned, knowing what Victoria did to Carter and Scott that night. "Not me."
"That girl was looking for Scott. I'm here to help him, not you." Allison spat back.
"You wanna help? Find something real."
Just as Derek turned to leave, Carter and Scott rushed after him. "Give her a chance. Okay, they're on our side now."
"Well, then maybe you should tell her what her mother was actually trying to do that night."
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"What would a pack of Alphas want with Erica and Boyd?" Stiles asked, him, Scott, and Carter walked outside to get to their Economics class.
It didn't make any sense to Carter. Erica and Boyd were Betas, they weren't important enough. Alpha packs wanted Alphas. Her shoulders went rigid as realization crept upon her. They were leverage in order to drawl Derek out. They wanted Derek to kill his own pack to join theirs. It made sense, seeing as though two twin Alphas went after Isaac - Derek's third Beta.
"They don't want them at all," Carter thought aloud. "They're recruiting - and they're starting with my brother."
Without warning, Scott stopped in his tracks, turning around and looking at something in the distance. Carter and Stiles ceased their walking as well, Carter caught a glimpse of what Scott had been staring at. Right in front of them were two leather-clad backs belonging to a set of twins.
"Hey, Scott," Stiles called out, not noticing the twins. "You coming?"
Economics here they come.
During in Economics, Sheriff Stilinski had pulled Stiles out of class to talk to him. It turned out that the girl, Heather, had gone missing. No trace of her. Almost as though she had vanished in thin air during her birthday party last night.
"So you think they kidnapped Heather to turn her?" Scott questioned. Stiles believed that the Alpha pack took Heather to turn her into a werewolf. Carter knew that they hadn't been the ones to take her, something inside her was pulling her to that conclusion.
"Derek says it's easier to turn teenagers," Stiles explained, Carter nodded and gave him the benefit-of-the-doubt.
"The same question still remains. What would a pack of Alphas need with a Beta?" Carter asked.
"Carter, I don't know. I don't care. All right?" Stiles snapped, and Carter fell silent; a pang of different emotions surged through her chest when he raised his voice at her. "This girl - our moms were best friends before mine died, all right? We used to take freaking bubble baths together when we were three. I gotta find her."
"Then we need Isaac to remember," Scott added.
"How? My brother and Peter couldn't do it," Carter stated. "You know any other werewolves with a better trick, because I don't."
Scott stopped, both Stiles and Carter stopped in their tracks to turn and face him.
"Maybe not a werewolf. But someone who knows a lot about them."
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The last thing Carter expected to be doing that night was pouring bags of ice into a metal-tub along with Scott, Derek, Stiles, and Deaton.
The examination room floor was littered with empty ice bags as they continued to pour more in the tub, which Isaac was going to be placed in. While the others' hands were practically frozen, her hands were hot, as was the rest of her body. She had the stop to take off her jacket, feeling sweat roll down the sides of her face and between her shoulder blades. She hadn't wanted to think about the scorching heat waves that coursed through her every other second. Like Stiles had said, they only flared up when something bad was about to happen or something bad was about to happen to someone.
"This is a terrible idea. I really, really, don't like this idea," Carter pointed out, wiping the sweat on her forehead away with the back of her hand.
"We don't have any other options, Car," Derek replied. Carter grunted in pain, another wave of warmth surged, her shirt clung to her, making her feel as though she was being smothered. She grasped the bottom of her shirt before peeling the article of clothing off, leaving her in a black tank top.
"What are you doing?" Stiles asked, looking at her in confusion.
"It's the hot-flashes, isn't it?" Derek questioned, not liking that her abilities were flaring up right before they were about to shove Isaac in a tub filled with freezing water.
Before she could answer, Deaton spoke: "Obviously, it's not going to be particularly - comfortable. But it we can slow your heart rate down enough, you'll slip into trance-like state."
"Like being hypnotized," Isaac suggested, making his way to stand beside Carter.
"Exactly," Deaton praised. "You'll be half transformed. It'll let us access your subconscious mind."
Isaac squatted down, resting his forearms on the edge of the tub.
"How slow does his heart need to be?" Derek asked.
"Very slow."
Derek rested his hands on the rim of the tub, "Okay, well, how slow is very slow?"
"Nearly dead."
Derek, Carter, and Scott all snapped their heads in Deaton's direction, eyes wide in shock. They knew that it wasn't exactly safe, per say, but that hadn't thought that his life would be at risk. As the three of them continued to process the information, Isaac placed the tips of his fingers into the ice water, hissing from the cold before snatching his hand out.
Isaac glanced up at Deaton warily, "It's safe though, right?"
"Do you want me to answer honestly?"
"No," Isaac muttered, shaking his head softly. "No, not really."
A rubber snap cracked throughout the room, everyone looked over to the corner to see Stiles snapping a latex glove against his forearm, wiggling his fingers around with an amused expression on his face.
Carter's eyes narrowed into slits, shooting daggers in Stiles' direction. She loved the boy that had become a great friend to her, but his timing to be humorous had been severely inappropriate. She couldn't comprehend how playing around with latex gloves was more important than Isaac putting his life on the line to save two lives.
"What?" Stiles asked, a now blank expression.
Derek raised his eyebrows in disbelief, Stiles let out an irritated sigh before yanking the glove off. They averted their attention back toward Isaac. Derek noticed Isaac's nervous state, the boy letting out a shaky breath. "Look, if it feels too risky, you don't have to do this."
Isaac glanced toward Scott and Carter for reassurance. The two teens nodded in agreement with Derek. Isaac's hands gripped the collar of his shirt before pulling it up and over his head. He looked at the tub again, gripped the sides of the tub before dipping one foot into the water, soon placing the other within as well.
Scott tugged off his jacket, him and Derek rolling up the sleeves of their shirts. Isaac let out shaky panting breaths once he was sitting down in the tub completely.
Deaton turned and whispered something in Stiles' ear, their eyes locked on Carter. Stiles nodded, moving to stand next to her and do as he had been instructed.
Derek and Scott each placed a hand on Isaac's shoulders. Carter readied herself, taking several deep breaths, prepared to feel cold water invade her lungs. Water and ice splashed out of the tub, Derek and Scott pushed Isaac under the surface. As soon as he was pushed under, his body came shooting out; fangs bared and eyes glowing gold.
"Get him back under," Deaton instructed.
When they pushed him back under Carter felt it: constricted throat, burning lungs, her head began to pound at the lack of oxygen. Isaac continued to thrash, when his head shot up again, Carter took that as her chance to breathe.
"Hold him."
"We're trying!" Derek snapped.
They shoved Isaac's head under the water and Carter felt everything begin to slow around her. Everyone's movements seemed as though they were in slow motion, her and Isaac's drawn out heartbeats pounded loudly in her ears. She felt herself crumbling to the floor, all the colors around her dwindled into blackness as freezing water filled her lungs.
Scott honed in on Carter's strange, but slowed, heartbeat. He briefly glanced up away from the tub and saw Carter lying limp on the ground, her eyes closed with her head resting in Stiles' lap.
Isaac's still body floated slowly to the top, his face broke the surface before him and Carter simultaneously sucked in a quick breath.
Every movement Carter felt stilled, before she felt like she was being spun violently while sitting in an office chair - or like she had been caught in a tornado. The spinning abruptly stopped, she opened her eyes and saw that she was standing in a large building. Her vision was faltering, going from completely fuzzy to clear before going back to fuzzy.
The building felt familiar, but she'd never been there before that moment.
"I don't want to do that. I don't want to do that." Isaac's voice repeated over and over again in her head, Carter could feel his panic. She gulped, taking cautious steps forward, making her way toward the set of stairs in front of her.
The walls were made of marble, but there was paper scattered all over the floor and a thick layer of dust covered everything. Wherever she was, it had been abandoned for quite some time.
"But I can't control it." That was Boyd's voice, but Carter couldn't see him. "Neither of us will."
Carter continued to walk up the stairs until she approached a balcony, she pressed her back against the wall, and stealthy peering around the wall to see an open bank vault, a man stood in the opening.
"No, no, no, no. They see me, they see me!" Isaac's voice rang out frantically. "They're here. They're here." Isaac's voice was softer, coming out more as a whimper.
Suddenly, hands were on Carter's shoulders and she was yanked from behind, her back smacked against the floor, and a foot was pressed to her throat. The Alpha female above her let out a loud roar, another pair of hands grabbed at Carter, dragging her across the floor by her hair. She kicked and screamed, trying to get out of the person's hold.
She was then tossed into a storage closet. When the door was slammed shut, she fumbled with her hands in search of her phone, not finding it in her pockets. Carter crawled around on her hands and knees, searching around on the floor until she bumped into something.
Carter's eyes glanced upward, coming face-to-face with Erica's decaying face. A horrific scream ripped through Carter's throat as she scurried away from the body, tears streaming down her cheeks as the area around her faded to black.
"CARTER!" An unfamiliar voice screamed in her head.
She jolted upright from the floor and sprang to her feet. Everyone stared at her with wide eyes. Carter stared right back, but little did she know, she was screaming and talking incoherently while she had been unconscious.
"You saw it, didn't you?" Deaton asked cautiously.
"I don't know how, but I-I-I did." Carter said quickly, trying to keep up with her rapid heartbeat. "I was experiencing Isaac's memories, not like I was witnessing them - but, as though I was Isaac. I felt everything; them attacking him, his panic, and fear."
"You're growing stronger than I had initially thought you would," Deaton mused, staring at Carter with wide eyes.
Carter swallowed thickly, "Well, like you said, you didn't know the full extent of my abilities - that no one actually knew what Pheanix's were capable of."
Before Deaton could reply, Isaac caught Carter's attention, he was standing off to the side, towels wrapped around him. Carter stepped away from Deaton and made her way toward a purple-lipped Isaac. She grasped Isaac's cold wrists, making him unfold his arms before she stepped into him and her wrapped her arms around his shaking torso.
"What is she doing?" Stiles asked.
"She's using her abilities to warm up Isaac," Scott announced, watching as Isaac eagerly wrapped his arms tightly around her, trying to siphon all of her warmth, a small smile etched its way on his lips at the sight.
But, Isaac soon noticed the terrified looks on all of their faces, "What?" he asked softly.
"You don't remember what you said right before you came out of it, do you?" Stiles questioned.
Isaac's arms tightened around Carter's warm body, "No."
Stiles was silent for a moment, before mumbling: "Uh, you said when they captured you that they dragged you into a room and that there was a body in it."
Carter instantly stiffed in Isaac's arm, she let out a shaky breath as the jumbled up memories came rushing to the surface. Being drug down a long marble corridor, shoved into a storage closet, surrounded by darkness, the only part becoming illuminated was Erica's decayed body.
Isaac stared at him, shaking his head in confusion, "What body?"
"Erica. You said it was Erica."
"She's not dead," Derek argued stubbornly.
Carter let out a tired sigh, delving into Isaac's subconscious mind and memory-bank had taken a toll on her. She leaned her head against Isaac's shoulder, the two were sitting on top of an examination table that had been pushed against the wall. Derek still refused to believe that Erica was dead.
Stiles was getting fed up, "Derek, he said, "there's a dead body. It's Erica," and Carter said she even saw it when she was linked with Isaac's memories, doesn't exactly leave us much room for interpretation."
"Then who was in the fault with Boyd?" Derek snarled back.
"Someone else, obviously."
"Maybe it was the girl on the motorcycle," Scott interjected, turning his attention to Isaac, "The one who saved you."
Isaac slowly shook his head, "No, she wasn't like us. And whoever was in the vault with Boyd was."
"What if that's how Erica died? They pit them against each other on the full moons and see which one survives." Stiles suggested, as though a light bulb went off in his head.
"What, like a werewolf thunderdome?" Carter asked in disbelief.
"Then we get them out tonight," Derek announced.
"Be smart about this, Derek," Deaton spoke out for the first time. "You can't just go storming in."
"If Isaac got in, then so can we."
"But he didn't get through a vault door, did he?"
Scott stepped forward, "We need a plan."
"How are we going to come up with a plan to break into a bank vault in less than twenty-four hours? Y'all probably couldn't even break into your own damn house." Carter quipped sarcastically.
"Uh, I think someone already did," Stiles answered, his phone in hand. "Beacon Hills First National closes its doors three months after vault robbery," he read off an article aloud, "Doesn't say how it was robbed, but it probably won't take long to find out."
"How long?"
"It's the internet, Derek," Stiles scoffed. "Minutes."
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That next morning, Sheriff Stilinski had walked into his son's room to find him, Scott, and Carter fast asleep and sprawled out in different spots of the room within a midst of papers. Stiles had been incorrect with his assumption of finding the information within minutes. In fact, it had taken them over ten hours to do so.
At that moment, the trio found themselves inside the Hale loft, accompanied by Derek and Peter.
Stiles had placed a blueprint of the bank down on the table that was stationed in front of a large window. "Okay. You see this?" Stiles asked, circling a part of the blueprint with a red sharpie. "This is how they got in. It's a rooftop air conditioning vent. Leads down inside into the wall of the vault, which is here," he circled another part. "Okay? One of the robbers was lowered into this shaft. Now, that is so small, it took them about twelve hours to drill into that wall, which is stone, by the way. Then throughout the rest of the night, they siphoned the cash up to the guys back on the roof through that one little shaft in the wall. Boom."
Scott glanced at Stiles warily, "Can we fit in there?"
"Yes, we can," Stiles assured, "but very, very barely. And they also patched the wall, obviously, so we're gonna need a drill of some kind. I'm thinking maybe a diamond bit-"
"Look, forget the drill," Derek interrupted, a look of annoyance flashed across Stiles' face.
"Sorry?"
Derek shrugged simply, "If I go in first, how much space do I have?"
"What - What do you think you're gonna do, Derek? You gonna punch through the wall?" Stiles mocked, facing the Alpha.
"Yes, Stiles, I'm gonna punch through the wall." Derek confirmed, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Okay, big guy. Let's see it. Let's see the fist. Big 'ole fist. Make it, come on. Don't be scared. Put it out there." Stiles instructed, watching as Derek slowly balled his hand into a fist, holding it up for Stiles to see. "Big, bad wolf. Yeah, look at that." Stiles grasped Derek's wrist, held his other hand mere inches away from Derek's fist. "Okay, see this? That's maybe three inches of room to gather enough force to punch through solid-"
Before Stiles could finish, his body crashed into the table as Derek punched Stiles' hand. Carter's shoulders shook with laughter, whilst Scott held his arms out in a questioning matter.
Stiles let out a few screeches of pain, "Aah! He could do it."
"I'll get through the wall," Derek repeated, Stiles whimpered as he cradled his hand in his arms. He looked away from Stiles and toward Scott and Peter. "Who's following me down?"
Carter began to feel a bit nauseated as the time for them to leave approached. She wouldn't admit it, but she was beyond nervous, it was a possibility that they could get hurt or even killed. Carter didn't know what she would do if Scott or Derek died - or how she would be able to cope with experiencing a part of her soul being ripped right out of her again.
"Don't look at me," Peter said, Carter rolled her eyes. "I'm not up to fighting speed yet, and honestly, with Isaac in commission, you're not looking at very good odds for yourself."
"So I'm supposed to just let them die?" Derek asked in disbelief.
"One of them is already dead."
"We don't know that," Derek insisted, he refused to believe that Erica was actually dead.
"Do I have to remind you what we're up against here?" Peter questioned. "A pack of Alphas. All of them killers. And if that's not enough to scare your testicles back into your stomach, try to remember that two of them combine bodies to form one giant Alpha. I'm sure Erica and Boyd were sweet kids. They're gonna be missed."
"Derek, can you just kill him again, please?" Carter hissed through her teeth.
Peter stared down at his niece with a conflicted look, stating: "Derek, seriously, not worth the risk."
"What about you?" Derek asked, looking to his left.
Stiles, thinking that he was the one being asked, instantly replied: "Yeah, if you want me to come-"
"Not you," Derek huffed, closing his eyes before looking over at Scott.
"Oh, Scott."
Everyone looked at Scott, already knowing his answer, but noticed the sullen look on his face. "I don't know about Erica. But if Boyd's still alive, we have to do something. We have to try."
Derek noticed that Scott's sentence had fallen short, "But?"
"Who's the other girl? The one locked up with Boyd?"
The time for Derek and Scott to leave quickly approached. Carter knew all too well that it could end badly - for all three of them, if they got injured they were also putting Carter's life at risk - but she also knew that no matter what, there was no way of stopping them.
Carter looked up at Scott. When he noticed her gaze, he already knew what she was thinking.
"Please, don't get yourself killed, okay?" Carter began, knowing that she was shitty with be careful speeches. "Or receive any kind of bodily harm that could put both of our lives at risk."
Scott grinned slightly, despite his nerves, at her words, "Is that your way of telling me to be careful?" She nodded. "I promise I'll be careful."
She nodded softly, rising onto her toes, and pressed her lips to his soft cheek. Leaving a quick kiss upon his cheek, she could practically feel the warmth rising to the surface of his face. Carter blushed, feeling the back of her neck heat up.
When she pulled away she gave Scott a smile before moving toward Derek. They stared at each other for a moment; no words were exchanged between the two sibling - there were no words needed. He wrapped his strong arms around her petite waist, her arms wrapping around his neck.
"Please, be careful, Derek - I can't afford to lose any more of my family." Carter whispered into his chest, Derek's heart tugged in his chest at the vulnerability in his sister's soft voice. He bowed his head and placed a lingering kiss on her head.
At that moment none of them realized what Derek and Scott were actually walking into.
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Carter couldn't stop her pacing, she was walking up and down the spiral staircase, pulling at her hair every couple of seconds. She was already feeling worry sink in for Derek and Scott, thinking about all of the possible things that could go wrong. All she could picture was Derek and Scott being ripped apart by the Alpha pack. She didn't need Boyd trying to hurt them either. Carter didn't know what to think, she didn't know if Boyd and the other girl were secured, in fact, she didn't know anything.
"I can't take waiting around like this, you know?" Stiles broke the silence as he stared out of the large window. "It's nerve-racking. My nerves are racked. They're several racked. Racked."
"I could beat you unconscious and wake you when it's over." Peter suggested.
Stiles turned away from the window to face the rest of the room, hearing Carter's feet pitter-pattering on the metal staircase. "You think Erica's really dead?"
Carter's steps immediately ceased, her body going rigged. Her thoughts flashed back to when she was in Isaac's memories, the image of Erica's body at the frontal part of her brain. Derek had told Carter that when Allison was firing arrows at Erica and Boyd, Erica had actually saved Boyd's life. She also knew that Erica craved a normal life, and she had been deprived of that due to her epilepsy. Carter hoped that the memories she had saw were wrong.
"I just...I don't understand the bank, though, okay," Stiles admitted honestly. "Like, why wouldn't they chain them up in some underground lair or something? They're an Alpha pack, right? So shouldn't they have a lair?"
"They werewolves, not Bond villains," Peter called out from the other side of the room. Carter glanced back to see that his eyes were closed as he lounged on the couch, completely unaffected by everything around him.
Stiles' eyes widened, walking forward he said: "Wait a sec. Wait a sec. Maybe they're living there. You know? Like, maybe the bank vault reminds them of their little wolf dens."
"Wolf dens?" Carter and Peter asked simultaneously.
"Yeah, wolf dens," Stiles turned around to face Peter. "Where do you live?"
Peter sighed, "In an underground network of caves hidden deep in the woods."
"Whoa, really?"
"No, you idiot," Peter scolded, snickering at Stiles' gullibility. "I have an apartment downtown."
"Okay, fine, but still, that just proves that there's something up with the bank. And why wait around for the full moon, huh? Why not just kill them whenever they want to?" Stiles asked, his hands making obscure gestures, as he stood in front of Carter and Peter.
"Maybe they think it's poetic," Carter suggested.
"They've already had three full moons to be poetic, Carter."
Peter huffed, him not moving from his lounging position. "And here you've only had one full hour to be so annoy-"
He stopped his sentence, lifting his head up as though realization had just sunk in about the situation. Stiles hadn't read the signs and spoke: "No, go ahead, finish what you were saying. I'm annoy - what were you gonna say?"
"What are the walls made of?" Peter abruptly asked, sitting up completely, looking over at Carter. Her entire body straightened, immediately knowing what he was talking about. She rushed to the table, sifting through the dozens of papers that Stiles had printed the night before.
Stiles still remained oblivious, "What? Uh...I don't know, like, wood and brick, or..."
"No, no, no, the vault, the vault. The wall, what are they made out of?" Peter asked, grabbing some of the papers off of the table, going through them as well. "Where would it say that?"
Carter slammed the stack of papers back down on the table, "It doesn't say anything." She turned to look at Stiles, a pleading look on her face. "Where would it say the materials, the type of stone?"
"Oh, hang on." Stiles spazzed, quickly pulling out a large packet out of his backpack. "Yeah, here. It's gotta be in there."
Carter flipped through the packet until it landed on the appropriate sheet, her eyes scanned quickly down the list. Her eyes landed on the word she wished hadn't been on the list. "Hecatolite,"she muttered, closing her eyes, "Shit."
"Is that awful? That sounds awful."
Carter looked up, struggling to pull her phone out of her pocket. With shaky fingers the dialed Derek's number, she quickly turned around to face Stiles. "Call Scott! Now!"
"Okay, why?" Stiles asked, raising his eyebrows. He didn't understand why Peter and Carter were freaking out over what the walls were made of. Carter's heart pounded against her rib cage, her breathing becoming labored as she mumbled incoherently in the phone, praying that Derek would pick up.
Peter looked at the distressed brunette, before answering Stiles: "'Cause Boyd and that girl aren't going to kill each other. They're gonna kill Derek and Scott."
The three of them stood around Stiles' phone, waiting for Scott to pick. Carter had given up on calling Derek, the idea seemed useless at that point because he hadn't answered. They hoped that Scott answered his phone before they got into the vault before Derek and himself got torn to shreds.
Finally, Scott's voice answered: "Stiles, now is not the best time."
"Scott! Scott! No, listen to me, okay? Look, you gotta get out of there." Stiles rushed. "Look, the walls of the vault are made with a mineral called hecatolite. It scatters the moonlight."
"What does that mean?"
Carter leaned in closer to explain: "Scott, it keeps the moonlight out, okay? They haven't felt the full moon in months. Think of it like the gladiators in the Roman Colosseum. They used to starve the lions for three days, making them more vicious, more out of control."
"Deucalion has kept them from shifting for three full moons," Peter added. "Diminishing their tolerance to it."
"Scott, they're gonna be stronger..." Stiles called out, all of their voices blurring together as they rushed to explain the severity of the situation.
"More savage, more bloodthirsty. Scott, they're the lions. They're the starved lions, and you and Derek just stepped into the Colosseum." Carter added.
From the other end of the phone, they could hear the resemblance of a growl.
Then, Scott's voice broke through. "Derek, we got a problem, a really big problem."
Carter's ears perked at the next word.
"Cora?" Derek's voice sounded weak and vulnerable. Carter instantly felt tears rush to the surface, the name caused her shoulders to slump forward.
A few seconds later the line cut off, Carter felt a lump form in her throat. "Cora's in there. We have to find them. We need to go get them out of there. Like, right now-"
Carter couldn't seem to get the words out as a powerful surge of heat course through her, not even two seconds later, she felt five claws dig deep into her stomach, a scream escaped her lips as blood rushed up the back of her throat and out of her mouth. Scott had been impaled. She stumbled into Peter on accident, he grabbed ahold of her arms to keep her steady. Before she could pull up her shirt to access the damage, a gash was formed beside her left eye.
She opened her mouth to say something but stopped when a deep elastration afflicted itself on Carter's left arm - Derek had been slashed. Everything suddenly went still. Something was pulling at Carter's brain and was feeding off of her instincts, bringing her more powerful abilities, which were still located in the inhabited part of her mind, to the surface.
Carter shot forward.
"Derek found Erica's body."
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