I had reached Lydia who was in the music room, pacing back and forth as Stiles and Deaton were on there way. Hoping that they wouldn't be too long in getting here. Lydia had stopped and noticed me, rushing over to me, panic laced within her eyes.

"The teacher has been taken," Lydia stresses out, as she grabs my hand and pulls me over to the piano, it had blood spurted on the cover that covers the keys. "Listen to this," before I could get a word in, Lydia presses the play button on the phone, and it suddenly starts to play different sounds. Though I had never heard the sounds before, they seemed familiar somehow.

I knitted my eyebrows together as Lydia paused the recording. "I have no idea what I've just listened too," I replied to her as she let out a sigh, knowing that I wasn't going to be much help in that.

As I turn around to the music room door, Stiles and Deaton had walked in, both staring at Lydia and I. I gave a smirk to Stiles as he was mostly staring at me. "Are you the real Alice?" He asked, as he reached out to touch me, but reclined it moments before, just in case it went through me.

"Yeah. Sorry to disappoint," I gave him a chuckle as he looked kind of relieved, before he went over to the teacher's desk and started to open draws to find anything.

Lydia had given Deaton the phone, and he played the clip that had the sounds on. After a moment of listening too it, he pressed paused and looked to Lydia. "Can we get a copy of this?" He asked, and she nodded, handing back the phone to her, as she started too send it to Deaton.

"Hey, Doc, any help would be, you know, helpful," Stiles states, as I turn to look at him going through the top draw of the desk.

"Each grouping of three would have it's own purpose, its own type of power. Virgins, healers, philosophers, warriors..." Deaton states, offering his help and he was right about each group having it's own type of power.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait. Warrior, could that also be like a solider?" Stiles asks, looking to Deaton and I.

"Totally," I said without missing a beat, as it was a true. A solider was like a warrior. Stiles stood and show us all a picture of a wedding day photo, of the teacher and his wife, but he was wearing an army uniform.

"Kyle was in ROTC with Boyd," Stiles began as he puts the photo onto the desk and closing the top draw.

"That has to be it, that's the pattern," I state, my eyes locking with Stiles, as this was surly it.

"Where's Boyd?" Deaton had asked, as Stiles pulls out his phone.

"He's probably home right now," Stiles said, as he types on his phone, pulling up Boyd phone number. "I'm gonna try to get him on the phone," Stiles walks away from us as he needs to listen.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Lydia look like she was procrastinating something in her head and she was in a trance. "Lydia? Something wrong?" Deaton had asked, getting the question in before I could.

She seemed to process his answer before shaking her head briefly. "No, it was... I mean..." she took a breath as she was trying to get her wording correct. "I just thought of someone else with a military connection,"

"Who?" Stiles and I state together as he heard us talking. Lydia took a pause as she looked between us all.

"Harris," Lydia states, our eyes darted to the door, as well all made our way too it. More like rush too it. Hoping to catch him before he left school.

We rushed our way through the hallways to find Harris's class, wanting him to be in and safe, but as we reached the door, it was open and the class was empty. We wondered further into the classroom, to find any clues on where he went or if he's been taken.

Deaton walked up to his desk as Stiles went behind and started to look through his desk. I turn my back on them, my gaze taking to the class room, seeing if I could find anything out place.

"This is just one of many possibilities," Deaton began, as I turn back to face him, as he placed the plaque back on Harris desk. "He could have simply left for the day,"

"Yeah, well-" Stiles began as he picks up Harris's briefcase. "-not without this," he held up the bag for us to see, and Harris would never leave without it. I went around the desk to have a look with Lydia, as Stiles picks up a piece of paper which was marked with a 'R'.

"What?" Deaton had asked probably seeing Stiles confusion.

"This test is graded R," he replied, as I look to the paper, and came around to stand next to him, taking the paper from him, and looking down to the other papers below.

"This one's an H," Lydia pipped up as she held the 'H' paper up.

"Let me try something," I said, as I took the paper from Lydia and place the two in my hands back onto the table. I took a breath and waved my hand over the papers with the letters on. Suddenly, all of the papers floated inches above the desk, and started to rearrange themselves into a readable word.

Within seconds, the papers were in a order that made a word. I stared at the word across the papers. My face twisted into shock and surprise, as Deaton saw and come over and took his gaze to the papers.

"Stiles, you remember I told you 'Druid' is the Gaelic word for 'Wise Oak'?" Deaton states, as he spoke but didn't lock eyes with Stiles.

"Yeah," he states plainly.

"If a Druid went down the wrong path, the wise oak was sometimes said to have become a dark oak. There's a Gaelic word for that as well," he took a moment to try and say the word, but I don't think he wanted to say it.

"Darach," I had spoken for him, as the word made a cold shiver done my spine. Darach's were aligned with Witches who went down the dark path themselves, venturing into Black/Dark Magic, they usually help them, but then betray the Darach. Good old Witches... But I'm gonna leave out the Witches part for now, as they didn't need to know right now...