"You learned to run from what you feel, and that's why you have nightmares. To deny is to invite madness. To accept is to control."

♰ ♰ ♰

The next morning at school, Stiles explains to Scott what his father had discovered as he interviewed Mr. Lahey and his son; Isaac. They worked at the cemetery that had a grave robbery last night. A body had been dug up and the liver had been stolen. Scott looks at Stiles in shock as he explains what was taken.

"They ate the liver?" Scott asks, appalled at the information. Stiles rolls his eyes and scoffs as they make their way into school.

"No, I didn't say they ate it. I just said it was missing." He explains. "Maybe it was just Lydia, doubt it would have been Izzy - she doesn't seem like a liver girl."

"What? More of a lung girl?" Scott jokes, Stiles frowns at his best friend.

"Well, I was going to say she would just go straight for the heart." Stiles mumbles, "And, you know what? Even if they did, so what? It's the most nutritious part of the body." He defensively responds. Scott gives Stiles a dumbfounded look.

"I never ate anyone's liver..." He mumbles.

"Yeah, right. 'Cause, when it comes to Werewolves, you're a real model of self-control..." Stiles says sarcastically before a thought enters his head and he stops Scott from continuing into the school. "Actually, wait- hold on. You're the test case for this, so we should be going over what happened to you."

"What do you mean?" Scott frowns.

"I mean, like, what was going through your mind when you were turning, you know? What were you drawn to?"

"Allison." Scott sheepishly responds, with a shrug. Stiles gives him a frustrated look.

"Okay, nothing else? Seriously?" He breathes out.

"Nothing else mattered. But, no, that's good, though, right? 'Cause the night that Lydia was bitten, she was with you and Isabel. And if Isabel is leading Lydia to places, you were with Isabel the whole night."

"Yeah, but they were looking for Jackson." Stiles grimly responds before sighing.

♰ ♰ ♰

"Let's go! I have an announcement! Gather 'round! Quicker! Danny put a shirt on. Stilinski! That means you! Let's go, gather 'round!" Coach shouts through the changing rooms, slowly gathering all the lacrosse team.

"Listen up- police are asking for help on missing children advisories. It's two sick girls... roaming around... totally naked - well, one of them." He explains as chuckles and whistles are heard around the room. "Now, it's supposed to get below forty degrees tonight. I don't know about you, but the last time it was that cold and I was running around naked... I lost a testicle to exposure!" He dramatically explains, the team watching him confused.

"Now, I don't want the same thing happening to these innocent girls. So, the police are organizing search parties for tonight. Sign up, find the missing girls, you get an automatic "A" in my classes." He shouts, sticking a volunteer sheet to the wall and passing a pen to the guys that come rushing over.

The team holler and crowd around the sheet, so Stiles and Scott use this time to question Jackson.

"If Lydia and Isabel want to take a naked hike in the woods, why should I care? Let them do whatever they want." He snidely remarks.

"Because we have a pretty good idea that Lydia might be... you know... turning." He whispers as Jackson gives him a confused look.

"Turning?"

"Yeah- turning," Scott repeats, getting frustrated.

"Into...?"

"A unicorn. What do you think, dumbass?" Stiles angrily cuts in. Jackson chuckles as the two boys watch him in confusion.

"Well, I think that if Lydia's turning, she's not the one that's gonna need help. You should worry more about what she'll do to Isabel." He shrugs.

"What do you mean?" Scott asks. Jackson scoffs.

"Oh, God. You've got it all backwards, McCall. When I was with Lydia, you should have seen the scratch marks she left on me. What do you think she's gonna do with a set of real claws?" He gives a low laugh as their faces drop.

After morning practice, Stiles sits behind Scott in chemistry as Mr. Harris hands out their tests. Stiles can't shake what Jackson said out of his head.

"All right, it's causing me severe mental anguish to say this, but he's right." He loudly whispers to Scott.

Scott remains facing forwards but gives a nod to show he is listening. "I know." He sighs.

"What if the next body part she steals is from someone who's still alive? From Isabel for example." He worriedly whispers. "I like her with all of her internal organs intact."

"This is a pop quiz, Mr. Stilinski." Mr. Harris loudly speaks from the front of the class. Everyone turns to watch. "If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career."

"...Can you do that?" Stiles asks.

"Well, there it is again. Your voice, triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently." The class snickers at Mr. Harris' words. "I'll see you at three o'clock for detention." He finishes. Scott turns to look at Stiles. "You too, Mr. McCall?" He asks, causing Scott to turn back in shock.

"No, sir." Scott gulps.

♰ ♰ ♰

Stiles scurries behind Scott, hiding behind a tombstone watching the Argent funeral. He greets Scott quietly before watching as Allison is greeted by an old man in a black suit.

"Who the hell is that?" He whispers, leaning behind Scott.

The two quickly duck behind the tombstone as the old man snaps his head over in their direction. They wait a moment before cautiously sticking their heads back out.

"He's definitely an Argent." Scott breathes out, listening to Allison talk to the man he heard call himself 'Grandpa'.

"Hey, you know, maybe they're just here for the funeral? I mean, what if they're the non-hunting side of the family? There could be non-hunting Argents. It's possible, right?" Stiles attempts, but Scott gives him an 'are you serious?' look.

"I know what they are. They're reinforcements." Scott explains as the two continue watching the encounter.

They are suddenly grabbed by the back of their jackets and pulled up off of the ground forcefully.

"Ah. The two of you. Unbelievable." Noah Stilinski sighs out, teeth gritted. He looks to the ground next to his son to see his tie laying on the dirty ground. "Pick up my tie." He demands as Stiles sheepishly smiles.

"Got it. Sorry. I know I'm supposed to ask-" He scrambles to the floor to pick it up before his dad drags him back up and takes them both to his squad car.

For a while, the two boys sit in the back of the car bored. Stiles pays attention as the police radio static cuts through the silence.

"Four-one-five Adam."

"I didn't copy that- did you say, four-one-five Adam?" Noah questions into the radio. Stiles turns to Scott who looks confused at the terminology.

"Disturbance in a car." He explains quietly.

"They were taking a heart attack victim, DOA, but on the way to the hospital, something hit 'em."

"What? Hit the ambulance?" Noah asks, frown on his face.

"Copy that. I'm standing in front of it now. Something got in the back. There's blood everywhere. And I mean everywhere."

Stiles and Scott sit up in their seats, sharing worried looks.

"All right, Unit Four, what's your twenty?" Noah speaks into the radio.

"Route 5 and Post. I swear, I've never seen anything like this."

"All right, take it easy. I'm on my way." Noah breathes, placing the radio back down. "Now, as for you two-" He cuts himself off as he looks into the back of his car to see no teenagers and an open door.

♰ ♰ ♰

Scott and Stiles watch from afar as the lights of the ambulance flash from the road, multiple police cars surround and cut off the area. They move further forward, to where they can see into the back of the ambulance and lay down on the hill in the tree line.

"What the hell are they doing?" Stiles questions, wondering what on earth was wrong with Lydia and Isabel.

"I don't know." Scott breathes out, as they take in the gruesome scene of the back of the ambulance.

"What kept you from doing that? Was it Allison?"

"I hope so..." Scott trails off, lifting his head to smell the air for a scent to follow.

"Do you need to get closer?" Stiles asks, watching Scott drop his head.

"No, I got it," Scott confirms before starting to move off. Stiles watches and quickly grabs his jacket, stopping him from leaving.

"Hey, just-" Stiles sighs, "I already lost her once. I need you to find her. All right? Please, just-just find her." Stiles begs helplessly. "I don't know what I'll do if something bad happens to her."

"I will," Scott promises, before leaving off toward the scent from the ambulance.

Stiles sighs as he watches his father arrive on the scene, knowing he needed to show himself as Noah started checking around the area for him. He approaches the scene to an annoyed Noah, where he begins to explain why they ran from the car.

He stands opposite his father and trails off as he sees a figure approaching out of the trees. He catches the sight of frizzy strawberry-blonde hair covered in twigs and leaves.

The girl's body was covered in an almost destroyed hospital gown with her body covered in cuts and blood. Stiles immediately thinks it's Isabel until she approaches closer, a scared look on her face. Stiles' face falls.

"Lydia?" He mumbles to himself. "Lydia?" He speaks louder, watching the girl approach, terrified and shivering.

His mind frantically assumes Lydia must've killed Isabel. He takes another deep breath as he watches another figure appear from the tree line, following not too far behind Lydia.

"Izzy?" He gasps in relief, before noticing she was completely naked.

Noah turns to see where his son was staring and watches in shock as Isabel appears next to her cousin's side, covering her body with her arms, and realizes she must've given Lydia her gown to protect her.

"Isabel!" Stiles shouts, finally pulling the two freezing girls out of their trance. Everyone on the scene stares at the girls in shock as tears well in Lydia's eyes.

"Well..." Isabel cries out, as Lydia releases a sob. "Is anyone gonna get us a coat?" Isabel asks.

She motions to herself and Lydia, removing her arms that were covering her body. Stiles' eyes widen at the sight of Isabel's naked body, as Noah quickly looks away in shock, beginning to take his jacket off.

Stiles quickly grabs onto the back of his father's jacket, trying to pull it off but not able to take his eyes off of the sight before him. He attempts to rush forward, falling to the ground with a thud as he trips over his feet.

"Jesus," Noah mutters at his son.

He quickly pulls his jacket off and rushes toward the girls as another female deputy rushes forward also. She places her jacket around Lydia's shivering body as Noah does the same to Isabel, rubbing her arms over the coat to try and generate some warmth for the naked girl.

"Here you go, sweetheart." He comforts, as he and the other deputy escort the girls towards Noah's car to take them to the hospital.

Isabel looks up at Noah with a wobbling chin as the tears fall; worried about what was happening to herself and Lydia.