Parrish had called me for help, because there had been a monstrous-looking beast that had been at the communication towers the night before.

We looked at a security footage tape on an iPad.

"This is from the relay station's security camera," Parrish told me.

We watched the monstrous-looking Beast bolt across the screen, in shock.

"That looked big," I told him.

"And too fast for anyone to get a good look at it," Parrish told me. "But you already know what it is, don't you?"

I nodded. "The last Chimera." We walked inside, down into the basement to see a pool of blood where a dead body had been, and severed electrical wires that were sparking. I knelt next to the pool of blood, looking at Parrish. "You still got a black light?" Parrish took out his black light, handing it to me. I used it to shine over the blood, revealing gray spots underneath the blood. "Mercury means Chimera."

I stood, handing the black light to Parrish.

"What was it doing here?" Parrish asked. "Why come here and kill some random communications tech?"

"Maybe it just likes to kill," I told him. "Maybe that's what it does."

"That's terrifying," Parrish told me.

"Parrish, how many bodies do you actually see when you dream about the Nemeton?" I asked.

Parrish hesitated for a long moment. "Everyone."

          *****    

I walked into Scott's room.

Scott was setting up a criminal board on his wall.

"Isn't that supposed to be Stiles' job?" I asked.

"He's still not talking to me," Scott told me.

I nodded. 

Scott noticed that a red string was caught on his jacket, pulling on it, making a bunch of pictures fall from the board, closing his eyes, wincing.

"Leave that to Stiles," I told him.

Scott nodded in agreement. "I am leaving that to Stiles."

I chuckled barely in amusement, shaking my head, walking closer. "While you were at school, I was talking to Parrish about the last Chimera. He had video footage of the creature, but it was too fast for me to get a good look at it."

"So..." Scott trailed off.

"So, I'm gonna try and figure out what it is," I answered. 

"I can help," Scott told me. I tilted my head. "What?"

"When did your wound reopen?" I asked.

Scott looked down, lifting his shirt to show that his wound from when Theo had technically killed him was open and bleeding slightly. He lowered his shirt, looking at me, sighing. "How did you know?"

"I could smell the blood," I answered. "And I know that you would blame yourself for everything that's happening. Enough for you to stop healing."

"You make it sound like you know everything," Scott told me.

I shook my head. "I know a lot of things, Scott. But I don't know everything."

I smiled a small smile, turning around, walking away.

          *****    

I went out to Malia's house to talk to her, standing outside.

"You didn't have to come all the way out here," Malia told me.

"You weren't answering your phone," I told her.

"I can't help you," Malia told me. "Not right now."

"What if I told you that you're the only one of the pack that we have left?" I asked.

"You're not going to want my help," Malia told me.

I shook my head in confusion, sensing that she was furious, but not at me. "Anything that happened between us..."

"I'm talking about something that's going to happen," Malia told me. "Something I'm going to do. And I know that you'll have a different opinion of me than everyone else because you know what it's like, but everyone else is not gonna like me much after I do it."

I listened for the other sounds inside. "Is that why I hear two other heartbeats in there? And why yours is beating so fast?"

"Tara, go home," Malia told me. "I can't help."

I knew that she was getting herself into severe trouble that I couldn't stop her from, sighing, turning around, walking away toward my car. I smelt the motorcycle exhaust from Braedan's bike, knowing that she would be one of the people inside, but not knowing the other. I got into the car, driving away.

          *****    

Scott and I were in his room.

Scott was lying down, shirtless so that I could help him bandage the wound in his chest, groaning slightly in pain. "When do you think that it'll heal?"

"Well, you're not healing because you're blaming yourself about that pack not being together," I told him. "I think that you'll heal once we're a pack again."

Scott considered this, nodding.

We heard someone at the door, looking at Stiles.

Scott looked at him in surprise. "Hey."

"Hey," Stiles told us. He looked at Scott. "Still not healing?"

I shook my head. "Sometimes it just takes a little longer."

Scott grabbed his shirt. "What are you doing here?"

"Ah, you heard about the guy who got killed out a the communication towers, right?" Stiles asked. I nodded. Scott pulled on his shirt. "I think I may have figured out something."

"What, you want our help?" Scott asked.

"Yeah," Stiles answered. "You guys can find the clues that I can't." I nodded. Stiles showed us his phone. "Here, take a look." He showed us the footage. "This is when the technician first arrived. You see him going in. Then Deputy Clarke goes in. Then something really big and really fast comes charging out. And now comes Clarke. Eventually, technician's body is carried out by paramedics."

"Okay, what am I missing?" Scott asked.

"Two people go in," I told them. "Three come out."

Stiles nodded in agreement. "I checked all the footage. Not a single person enters that building before the technician the entire day. So, where does that something really big and really fast come from?"

I sighed. "There's another way in."

          *****    

Scott, Stiles and I were in the basement of the communication towers, checking things out with flashlights.

There were slash marks in a storage locker that had been tipped over onto bloodstains on the floor.

"You see that?" Stiles asked.

"I see blood," Scott answered.

"Look where it leads to," Stiles told us.

The blood led underneath the storage locker.

Scott tried to lift the storage locker. His wound was severe enough that he couldn't do it by himself.

I looked at him in concern, helping lift the storage locker from the other side with one arm.

Scott was embarrassed, looking down, breathing heavily.

We turned to a hole in the floor that had been underneath the storage locker, walking closer. We looked through the hole to see a locker leading to the tunnels below.

          *****    

Scott, Stiles and I were walking through the tunnels now.

I turned on a black light, shining it over the floor, revealing waves of mercury all around us.

We looked around.

I shone the black light onto the floor, revealing a phrase in Latin drawn there.

"What is that?" Scott asked.

"Latin," I answered. "Damnatio Memoraie."

Scott and Stiles looked at me in confusion.

"What does that mean?" Scott asked. I was about to answer when I heard something else in the tunnels, looking over my shoulder in suspicion. "Tara?"

Stiles fell to the floor, holding the back of his neck.

Scott looked around in alarm.

Tracy was standing behind us.

Scott and I looked at her in shock.

Tracy held her claws drawn, hissing at us.

          *****    

Tracy slashed toward me. I pivoted my shoulder back to make her miss. Tracy spun around to try and slash into me. I backed away enough to make her miss, spinning to backhand punch her in the face, pushing her into the wall.

Josh ran closer.

"Scott, behind you!" I told him.

Scott looked at Josh in shock. Josh had electricity flickering out of his hands, trying to punch Scott. Scott ducked. Josh tried to stab him with his claws, trying to hit him with electricity. Scott ducked, grabbing his arm, aiming the electricity at Tracy, making him electrify her, making them both fall to the floor.

Stiles was still paralyzed on the floor.

Theo walked in. "Sucks, doesn't it?" I let my eyes glow blue, looking at the wall, growling. Cory became visible. "Okay. Maybe they're not ready to take on an Alpha or a Hale." Theo looked at Cory. "Especially ones that can smell fear."

"They've got fangs," Cory told him.

Theo shrugged.

Tracy and Josh stood, walking past Theo toward the exit.

Cory followed them.

Scott and I returned to normal.

Stiles looked at them in shock, surprised that they were back from the dead.

"What did you do?" I asked.

"Found some new friends," Theo told us. "I don't take rejection well."

Scott glared at him. "Hey, Theo."

Theo smirked. "Scott." He saw the black light shining on the Latin phrase, stomping on it, destroying it. "You're going to leave here thinking you need to worry about me. But you're wrong. We're actually back on the same side. Because that thing? That's what we need to worry about. Your pack and mine. We're gonna go back to school and pretend like we're normal teenagers, but at night, we're going to be fighting for our lives."

"What is it?" Stiles asked.

"It's not a Chimera," Theo told us.

"But it's just a kid underneath," Scott told us. "Someone like us."

"Not anymore," Theo told us.

We looked at them in confusion.

          *****    

The Chimeras were gone.

Stiles was still paralyzed.

Scott and I pulled Stiles toward the side of the tunnel, helping him sit up against the wall, sitting next to him.

"He knew what it meant," Scott told us. He looked at me. "You do, too. You said it like you knew exactly what it meant."

I nodded. "Damnatio Memoriae. It means the condemnation of memory. I think it also means that whatever the Dread Doctors created, whatever this last Chimera really is, it's not something new. It's something old. Really old."

"So, they didn't create a new creature," Stiles told us. "They resurrected one."

          *****    

We were still sitting down.

Scott drew a circle in the dirt beneath us. "We need help. If Theo's got his own pack now, then we need ours. We have to get the others back."

"The others?" Stiles repeated. "You mean, Kira, who's currently battling a homicidal fox spirit inside of her, Malia who isn't even speaking to any one of us, Lydia who's stuck in Eichen House, and Liam who almost killed you?"

I nodded. "Also known as our best friends."

Stiles sighed, nodding. "Okay, how?"

"One by one," Scott answered, nodding to the circle he drew.

"You're not seriously going to make me do it?" Stiles asked.

"You're part of the pack, right?" I asked.

Stiles sighed. "Okay."

Stiles used two fingers to draw a thicker band around the one that Scott drew.

I drew a triskele intersecting the two bands.

Scott and I helped Stiles stand.

"We need to find Kira," Scott told us.

We walked away down the tunnel.

"I still hate your tattoos," Stiles told us.

I chuckled barely. "I know."