"We can endure almost anything if we are centered. If we have some focus in our life. You can endure if you have an anchor."

♰ ♰ ♰

"No - I'm not just letting you leave her here." Stiles snaps, checking over Lydia's wound.

"You don't have a choice, Stiles. Isabel is coming with me, which means you're coming with me."

"Let her go, and just kill me instead. Look, I don't care anymore. Just let Isabel go." Stiles begs, trying to find any emotion behind Isabel's glowing blood red eyes. Peter chuckles.

"I'm never letting her go. Do you know the power she holds? That I hold?" Peter laughs darkly, finally letting go of her throat. "Call your friend. Tell Jackson where she is. That's all you get." Peter tells Stiles, before leaving with Isabel in tow.

Peter opens the back door of Stiles' Jeep for Isabel, and she climbs in monotonously. Stiles watches her in the rear view mirror from the drivers seat, as he begins to drive for Peter.

"Don't feel bad. If she lives, she'll become a werewolf. She'll be incredibly powerful." Peter attempts to console in regards to Lydia.

"Yeah, and once a month, she'll go out of her freaking mind and try to tear everyone apart." Stiles snarls back. Peter chuckles.

"Well, actually, considering that she's a woman - twice a month." Peter jokes, and Stiles looks at him angrily.

"How do you think she will feel? Huh?" Stiles retorts, motioning to Isabel. "When she remembers? You think she'll even stay in the same town as you?"

"You don't seem to understand that I control her." Peter stares at Stiles, as he gives him a confused look. He chuckles. "For someone that seems to know so much about werewolves, you really know nothing about witches. Especially Chaos witches," Peter smiles. "I never would've known until that night in the DVD store. Until I saw her, I saw her potential seeping out - calling for me - calling for the bite."

"And now you're just using her to mindlessly follow your every command. You know she would never voluntarily help you." Stiles mumbles.

"Do you know about Chaos witches, Stiles?" Peter questions, turning his head to watch Isabel as she sits silently. When Stiles doesn't make a sound he continues. "Chaos witches have indefinite power; power so strong the original witch hexed their blood to require intervention in order to fulfil their powers." Stiles shakes his head.

"The bite." He mumbles, and Peter nods turning back to face Stiles.

"Yes, the bite." He confirms, "But what the original witch didn't tell anyone was that this created a bond between wolf and witch. The original bloodline of Chaos Witches went mad with power. Chaos is so dark, so strong that not even they themselves could control it. So, someone had to." He shrugs and Stiles narrows his eyes at Peter. "Originally in Latin they called it 'ut imperium' but to us, it means 'to take control'. Chaos witches would be extinct if there wasn't someone 'to take control'." Peter explains, Stiles runs a hand over his short hair, in disbelief. "Their entire existence is thanks to us."

♰ ♰ ♰

Peter tells Stiles where to pull up, and grabs him by the collar as Isabel follows. They approach a car and Peter lets go of Stiles.

"Whose car is this?" Stiles asks, as Peter unlocks the car.

"It belonged to my nurse."

"What happened to your n-" Stiles begins as Peter lifts the trunk, to reveal a decaying body. "Oh, my God!" He exclaims.

Peter moves his nurses arm that was covering a laptop case, and grabs in from the trunk. He pushes the bag into Stiles hands.

"I got better." Peter shrugs, before shutting the trunk. He takes the bag back off of Stiles and places it on top of the trunk.

"Good luck getting a signal down here." Stiles remarks, before Peter hands him a wireless network device. "Oh, MiFi." Stiles comments, this time Peter pulls out a Mac. "And you're a Mac guy. Does that go for all werewolves, or just a personal preference?" Stiles breathes out.

"Turn it on. Get connected." Peter tells Stiles.

"You know, you're really killing the whole werewolf mystique thing here." Stiles shakes his head, connecting the computer to the hotspot. He tries to track Scott's phone, but shakes his head. "Look, you still need Scott's username and password, and I'm sorry, but I don't know them."

"You know both of them." Peter corrects, and Stiles lets out a breathless laugh.

"No, I don't." Stiles demands.

"Even if I couldn't hear your heartbeat, I would still be able to tell that you're lying." Peter rolls his eyes.

"Dude, I swear to God-" Stiles begins, but shuts his mouth as Peter grabs at Isabel, dragging her in front of his body, and pressing her body to his. He gives Stiles a sinister smile.

"I can be very persuasive, Stiles." He threatens, flashing his fangs at Stiles who watches Isabel helplessly. He runs his claws through Isabel's long ginger hair. "Don't make me persuade you." Peter finishes with a smile.

Stiles looks away and returns to the computer. Now, he knew Peter wanted Isabel, he knew he would never intentionally hurt her. But Stiles didn't want to risk it, and Peter knew that.

"What happens once you find Derek?" He asks, and Peter shakes his head.

"Don't think, Stiles. Type." Peter snarls, still running his claws through Isabel's hair like she was a doll.

"You're gonna kill people, aren't you?" Stiles asks, unable to bring himself to look at Peter as he messes with Isabel.

"Only the responsible ones." Peter shrugs. "Maybe I'll make her do it for me." Peter pulls Isabel's hair aside, revealing her neck.

Stiles shakes his head, glancing at the red-head in Peter's grasp. "Look, if I do this, you have to promise to leave Isabel and Scott out of it." He bargains, Peter takes a breath.

"Do you know why wolves hunt in packs? It's because their favorite prey are too large to be brought down by one wolf alone. I need Derek, Scott and Isabel. I need all of them."

"He's not gonna help you." Stiles shakes his head.

"Oh, he will. Because it'll save Allison." Peter shrugs, "And you will, because it will save Isabel." Peter warns, scratching his claws teasingly along Isabel's lips, drawing blood. "Scott: Your best friend whom you know so well, you even have his username and password." Peter smiles, watching as Stiles types in the bar. "His username is "Allison"? His password is also "Allison"?" Peter frowns.

"Still want him in your pack?" Stiles mumbles, before logging in to Scott's account. On the screen the location of Scott's phone shows up on the map. "Wait, what the - That's where they're keeping him? At his own house?"

"Not at it. Under it. I know exactly where that is." Peter says before the sound of a distant howl catches their attention, Peter notices Isabel react to the howl. "And I'm not the only one."

Peter finally releases Isabel from his grip and Stiles breathes a sigh of relief. He walks to the side of the car, as another howl sounds back. Isabel's eyes scrunch in reaction to the sound.

"Give me your keys." Peter demands.

Stiles gives a look to Isabel before sighing and reaching into his pocket.

"Careful. She grinds in second." He remarks sarcastically. Peter crushes all of his keys in his hand before handing them back. "So you're not gonna kill me? Oh God."

Stiles breathes out fearfully as Peter walks forward, before grabbing Isabel by the neck, wrapping his hand around her throat; pulling her close to him again.

"Don't you understand yet? I'm not the bad guy here." Peter states.

"You turn into a giant monster with red eyes and fangs, and you're not the bad guy here? I mean - you are literally holding Isabel hostage right in front of me." Stiles says in disbelief.

"I like you, Stiles. Since you've helped me, I'm going to give you something in return. Do you want the bite?" He offers, his other arm slithering around Isabel's waist.

"What?" Stiles asks incredulously, watching Peter's hands on Isabel's waist and throat carefully.

He only wanted Isabel back.

"Do you want the bite?" Peter enunciated clearer. "If it doesn't kill you - and it could - you'll become like us."

"Like you." Stiles breathes out.

"Yes, a werewolf." Peter remarks. "Would you like me to draw you a picture? That first night in the woods, I took Scott because I needed a new pack. It could've easily been you. You'd be every bit as powerful as him. No more standing by his side, watching him become stronger, and quicker, more popular." Peter lists, "How about watching him be able to protect his girl?" He taunts, slowly lowering his hand from around Isabel's waist down to her bare leg.

He digs his claws deep in her leg, starting at her knee and dragging them upwards slowly; leaving a trail of blood running down. He continues - watching Stiles' face grow angrier as he reaches the bottom of the dress she was wearing and lifts it slowly with his claws.

"You'd be equals. Maybe more. Yes or no?" Peter questions, finally removing his claws from Isabel's leg and dropping her dress.

Stiles watches Peter closely as he takes his arm in his grasp - Isabel's blood staining his sleeve. Stiles freezes as Peter extends his fangs, but before he can bite, Stiles pulls his arm away.

"I don't wanna be like you."

"Do you know what I heard just then?" Peter chuckles. "Your heart beating slightly faster over the words "I don't want." You may believe that you're telling me the truth, but you are lying to yourself. Goodbye, Stiles." Peter says, before taking Isabel with him in the car and leaving Stiles behind alone.

♰ ♰ ♰

"You know what? It's good that we're in a hospital, because I'm gonna kill you." Noah Stilinski threatens his son, Stiles catches his breath, trying to hold back his tears.

"I'm - I'm sorry. I lost the keys to my jeep." I lost Isabel. "I had to run all the way here." Stiles responds, his voice trembling.

"Stiles, I don't care!" Noah shouts. Stiles shakes his head and wipes his nose on his sleeve.

"Is she gonna be okay?" He weakly lets out and Noah sighs.

"They don't know, partially because they don't know what happened. She lost a lot of blood, but there's something else going on with her." Noah explains, and Stiles feels déjà vu from when Isabel was bitten.

"What do you mean?" Stiles breathes out.

"The doctors say it's like she's having an allergic reaction. Her body keeps going into shock. Just like what happened to Izzy." Noah sighs, "Did you see anything? I mean, do you have any idea who or what attacked her?"

"No. No, I have no idea." Stiles lies, taking a shaky breath.

"What about Scott?" Noah responds, and Stiles looks at him confused.

"What do you mean? What about him?"

"Did he see anything?" Noah asks, Stiles looks at his father shocked.

"What do you - is he not here?"

"What are you talking about? I've been calling him on his cell phone. I've gotten no response." Noah answers.

Jackson turns from watching over Lydia in the hospital bed, catching Stiles' eyes, worriedly. Jackson shrugs his shoulders mouthing 'I don't know' in regards to Noah's question.

"Yeah, you're not gonna get one." Stiles breathes out.

"Stiles. Listen, just go wait with your friends, all right?" Noah suggests, before walking off. Stiles follows after him.

"Dad, just tell me. Look, you know it has something to do with Derek."

"What?" Noah asks, narrowing his eyes and stopping. "But I thought you two said you barely knew him."

"All right, we might know him a little better than that." Stiles throws his arms up. Noah grabs him by his neck, pulling him along.

"You do realize that I'm elected to this job, right?" Noah tells Stiles in a warning tone.

"And if I help you figure this out, you'll be re - elected. Am I right? Dad, come on."

"You know what? That girl in there has got nothing to do with a six-year-old arson case." Noah mumbles.

"When did you decide it was definitely arson?" Stiles exclaims before following his dad further down the hallway.

"When we got a key witness. And, no, I'm not telling you who it is, but yeah, yeah, we know it's arson. And it was probably organized by a young woman." Noah tells his son, lowly.

"What young woman?"

"If I knew that, she'd be in jail." Noah states.

"Was she young then, or is she young now?"

"She's probably in her late 20s." Noah sighs out, his phone rings from his pocket. "Oh, I gotta grab this call."

"You don't know her name?"

"No, I don't - What is this? 20 questions? All we know is that she had a very distinctive - What do you call it - a pendant." He stumbles over his words, motioning to his neck.

"What the hell's a pendant?" Stiles asks, frustrated.

"Stiles, do you go to school? A pendant! A pendant! It's a necklace. Now, can I answer the phone?"

"Yes." Stiles conceded, as his father turns to walk the other way on his phone.

He grabs at his head, before standing straight as he realises who has a distinctive necklace. He makes his way to the exit as Jackson follows behind.

"Hey, where are you going?" Jackson shouts, running after Stiles.

"To find Scott." Stiles states.

"You don't have a car." Jackson points out and Stiles turns to face him angrily.

"I'm aware of that. Thank you." He snaps.

"Here, I'll drive. Come on-" Jackson begins but Stiles shakes his head.

"Look, just because you feel guilty all of a sudden doesn't make it okay, all right? Half of this is still your fault, and now Isabel is missing too!" He exclaims, making Jackson's face drop.

"Look, I have a car. You don't. Do you want my help or not?" Jackson he says, watching Stiles' eyes get glossy at the topic of Isabel.

"All right. Did you bring the Porsche?" Stiles sighs. Jackson nods and pulls the keys out of his pocket. Stiles snatches them from his hand. "Good. I'll drive." The two boys turn to the exit only to stop to see their way blocked by Chris Argent and two other hunters.

"Boys. I was wondering if you can tell me where Scott McCall is."

"Scott McCall? Uhm, haven't seen him since the dance. Jackson, you?"

"Uh- I-" Jackson fumbles, looking terrified.

"Oh, for the love of God." Stiles sighs, the two hunters grab the boys, throwing them into the closest room. Chris locks the door.

"Let's try this again. Where is Scott McCall?" When neither of the boys answer, Chris grabs Stiles and holds him against the door. "Let me ask you a question, Stiles. Have you ever seen a rabid dog?"

"No. I could put it on my to-do list, if you just let me go." Stiles mumbles out, face to face with an angry Argent.

"Well, I have. And the only thing I've ever been able to compare it to is seeing a friend of mine turn on a full moon. Do you wanna know what happened?"

"Not really. No offense to your storytelling skills."

"He tried to kill me, and I was forced to put a bullet in his head. The whole while that he lay there dying, he was still trying to claw his way toward me, still trying to kill me, like it was the most important thing he could do with his last breath. Can you imagine that?" Argent finishes.

"No. And it sounds like you need to be a little bit more select-"

"Did Scott try to kill you on the full moon?" Chris shouts, slamming his arms by Stiles' head. "Did you have to lock him up?"

"Yeah, I did. I had to handcuff him to a radiator. Why? Would you prefer I locked him in the basement and burned the whole house down around him?" Stiles throws back and Chris raises a finger at Stiles, taking a step back and chuckling.

"I hate to dispel a popular rumour, Stiles, but we never did that."

"Oh, right. Derek said you guys had a code. I guess no one ever breaks it." Stiles scoffs.

"Never." Chris murmurs as he turns his head.

"What if someone does?" Stiles pushes. Chris turns his head back to Stiles, eyes narrowed.

"Someone like who?"

"Your sister."