Mrs. McCall was having a normal afternoon shift at the Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital. She had just finished checking with a patient, and was now heading to the in-take desk to enter their files into the system. As she walked towards the desk, she noticed a strange man sitting on one of the chairs in the waiting area. The man was pale and sweaty. He also couldn't keep still, fidgeting in his chair and occasionally jerking his head as if startled by something only he could hear. Eventually, he shut his eyes, pressed both hands on his head, and started rocking back and forth in his seat, trying to stop or fight whatever it was that was causing him pain.

Mrs. McCall came up to the front desk, leaned across it, and nudged the nurse sitting there on duty. "What's up with him?" She whispered, motioning to the strange man.

The nurse looked over and then shook her head. "Some crazy guy." She answered. "Said some giant wolf attacked him, but I checked and he doesn't have any wounds, just some bandages with blood on them. We figure he's just an addict trying to get some painkillers." She said, taking his actions and state as symptoms of withdrawal. The nurse then looked back down to the computer, no longer interested in the man.

After handing her files over, Mrs. McCall hurried away while still trying not to draw attention to herself. She turned the corner, took out her cellphone, and then dialed her son's number. While waiting for Scott to pick up, she peeked around the corner, keeping an eye on the strange man.

"Mom?" Scott asked when he picked up the phone. Mrs. McCall could faintly hear the crackle of leaves through the phone speakers, meaning that Scott was probably in the woods.

"Scott, I think there's a werewolf at the hospital. Just newly bitten, I think. Probably by that Lycaon guy you mentioned before."

"What?" Scott exclaimed. "Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure." Mrs. McCall replied, though she hadn't seen what Scott or Liam were like when they had just been bitten, she looked back at the man and was pretty sure that the guy wasn't going through withdrawal. "Should I call security or evacuate the floor. He doesn't seem to know what's happening to him. He could just be here for help instead of following orders."

"Just stay away from him. Who knows why he's really there." Scott paused for a moment. "Just stay safe. We'll be there soon."

"Okay." Mrs. McCall agreed, then once again looked towards the man only to notice that he had gone completely still and that his hands had dropped down into his lap. The man looked up, and bright red eyes stared right at her. "Hurry." Mrs. McCall said before hanging up.

She ran towards the elevator, motioning the people in front of her to go the other way. Behind her, she heard screams and the tearing of clothes before a loud thud as if a heavy object just landed on the floor. Heavy thumping echoed, the sound of something beginning to run towards her. Mrs. McCall made it to the elevator and repeatedly hit the button, hoping that it would make the elevator come faster. She glanced back behind her, and saw a giant, black-furred wolf racing towards her, red eyes the same as the man's before. The elevator door opened and she hurried in, ignoring the frightened screams of the elevator's occupants, and held down the button to close the elevator. She jumped at the sound of the werewolf colliding with the closed elevator doors. She released the breath she had been holding and leaned against the elevator wall while closing her eyes, relieved.

Peter was ready to check out, hospitals weren't really his thing, considering the amount of time he spent in one as a burn victim. He had already been given the all clear, a miraculous recovery considering the state he had been brought in with. He headed towards the elevator, pressed the down button and waited. When it opened, he was surprised when people ran out from it. He dodged the frightened crowd and just as he was about to enter the elevator, someone caught his arm and pulled him back. When he looked to see who it was, he noticed that it was Scott's mom.

The first floor of the hospital was deserted. Those who had been able to run had left, and those who hadn't were either lying on the ground, bleeding, or holed up behind the desk or locked in one of the empty rooms, peeking out at the giant wolf prowling the corridor.

Just then, the elevator dinged and drew the wolf's attention. Peter walked out from it calmly. He locked eyes with the wolf that had blood dripping from its mouth then said, "Well how nice, I wasn't expecting anyone to come pick me up." He then bowed his head, and when he looked back up, his face transformed and his eyes glowed blue. He released his claws and crouched. "I wasn't able to thank your little friends for attacking me before, but I wouldn't mind doing the same to you." He then leaped towards the wolf, claws raised. The wolf also pounced towards him.

At the hospital's parking lot, one of the shadows darkened and elongated with a massive shape leaping out of it. Four people got off of Mrs. O'Leary's back, though two of them, Scott and Malia, stumbled, their first shadow traveling experience obviously not sitting well with them. Oddly enough, Parrish seemed fine though. It was just Percy, Scott, Malia, and Parrish here. Stiles and Lydia stayed behind in the woods as they wouldn't have been much help here, and someone needed to drive the cars left there. Tyson and Ella stayed with them in case there were any other lycanthropes lurking in the forest.

Percy unsheathed his new silver sword, and looked towards the hospital doors before looking back at Scott and Malia. "You two alright?" He asked, knowing how hard it is to adjust to shadow traveling when it goes so fast it feels like your face is peeling off.

"Yeah." Scott answered though his hands were on his knees. "You two head in first. We'll catch up."

Percy and Parrish looked at each other, and nodded before running into the hospital. They both became serious when they saw the scene before them, all the blood and bodies on the floor. Some of the bodies had chunks of flesh ripped out of them like something had taken a bite out of them. They continued down the hall, heading towards where the sound of fighting was coming from. Just as they were about to round the corner, a body came flying towards them, causing both of them to dodge.

"You must be Peter." Percy stated, noticing the obvious werewolf characteristics of the man getting up from the floor, and remembering the name of the one Scott had said was attacked before.

Peter shook himself as he got up, and then he cracked his neck. He took a breath, and when he did he focused on Percy, catching his strange scent. "Yeah, and who the hell are you?" He asked, looking at Percy with interest.

Before Percy could respond, Parrish had walked forward, flames enveloping him. Parrish's skin darkened as if covered in a layer of ash, and red markings appeared on his now bare torso glowing like flames were alive beneath his skin.

The lycanthrope retreated when Parrish came forward, afraid of the fire yet still growling in warning. Parrish growled back in response before jumping towards it, flaming arm and claws raised. The wolf tried to dodge, but couldn't completely escape. The smell of singed fur filled the air, and it yelped in pain at the shallow claw marks on its side. The lycanthrope pushed off its back legs and lunged towards Parrish, knocking him back and digging its own claws into Parrish's stomach. The lycanthrope brought its head back and opened its jaws wide. Right before it was about to lunge forward and bite into the arm Parrish raised in defense, a silver sword slashed down on it, leaving a deep gash on its shoulder. It swung its head towards Percy, and Parrish took this chance to push the wolf off him, sending it flying with a wave of fire. It hit the wall hard before sliding down to the floor, smoke curling off of its burned flesh.

The wolf struggled for a moment, but soon it stood back up. Its wounds also started healing, though the gash done by the silver blade healed slower than the other wounds. The wolf swung its head around, observing its opponents as well as looking for an escape. However, it was surrounded. Its back was against the wall and Parrish was in front, Percy to one side, and Peter on the other, him having come around when the wolf had attacked Parrish. The wolf once again growled while crouching down evidently ready to continue fighting, then leaped at Peter, determining him to be the weakest link.

The three fought against the lone lycanthrope, and it became apparent that they would eventually beat it. The wolf couldn't get close to Parrish without being set on fire, nor could it get close to Percy as he dodged with ease and parried with his sword. Though Peter wasn't as strong as Parrish or Percy, he was cunning. He attacked when the wolf's attention was elsewhere and he aimed for its previous injuries. More and more wounds piled on the wolf's body, too much for its healing ability to fix. Soon, the wolf collapsed on the floor, too weak to get up and unable to fight anymore. Percy raised his sword for a killing blow.

"Wait!" Scott shouted. Scott and Malia had arrived earlier, but seeing as the three of them had been able to handle it without their help, they had went to check for survivors with Mrs. McCall who joined them.

"Really, Scott?" Peter complained. He stepped forward when he saw Percy wasn't going to continue, but a warning glare from Parrish had him stepping back.

Percy looked towards Scott, but he kept his sword raised and part of his attention on the wolf just in case. "What?"

"You can't kill him. We might be able to find out more about Lycaon from him." Scott answered, then looked down at the injured lycanthrope. "Besides, he was just bitten. He didn't ask for any of this."

Percy hesitated. No matter what it was before, it was a monster now, but Percy couldn't help but think of Tartarus, of Bob and Damasen, of the monsters who helped him before. Percy looked down at the lycanthrope on the ground before him. Finally, he took a step back and lowered his sword. "So what do we do with him?"

"We can take him to Deaton."