"Are you okay?" Allison asked Scott as soon as she got out of her car.

"I didn't know what to say to him. I couldn't come up with anything, But what you did, that was awesome." Scott answered immediately.

"I still haven't gotten anything from Stiles." Isaac commented as he wiped blood off the side of Bianca's cheek.

"Did you guys?" Bianca asked as she smiled up at Isaac who was too focused on making sure her ears weren't permanently damaged.

"I don't get it." Scott said in a confused tone, Stiles should've been there waiting for them. "Bianca, what happened to your ears?"

"Lydia screamed." Bianca answered. "But I don't think she's in trouble. I think it was a message."

"For who?" Allison asked. Bianca shrugged.

"I don't know, your guess is as good as mine." Bianca answered, mimicking Lydia's nervous, pursed lipped expression.

"All right. Well, we can't wait for him. Come on." Isaac said and latched onto Bianca's hand, pulling her with him into the woods, Allison and Scott following behind. They landed on the edge of Beacon Hills and could see the town lit up in the night.

"Cutting it a little close, aren't we, Scott?" Deucalion asked as he walked out of the darkness.

Scott pushed Bianca behind him, they still weren't exactly clear on why Deucalion wanted Bianca at all, but right now they had other things to worry about. "We got a little delayed. Where are the others?"

"Occupying themselves with other pursuits." Deucalion answered cryptically.

"So it's just you and me against her?" Scott asked, not having any faith in Deucalion's plans.

"I think you'll be surprised what a good team we make." Deucalion shrugged.

Scott turned to look at Isaac. "Okay, get Stiles, And then get to the root cellar, okay? We'll keep Jennifer away long enough for you to get them out of there.

"How are you gonna do that?" Isaac questioned.

"I have a plan." Scott reassured them and left with Deucalion into the woods.

"You did this for me?" Derek asked in disbelief at the sight of Kali's blood pooling on the floor, the unconscious alpha twins, and Cora holding Lydia's shaking form.

"For us." Jennifer corrected. "For anyone who's ever been their victim."

"Stop talking to me like a politician." Derek snapped and walked closer to her. "Stop trying to convince me of your cause!"

"Fine, I'll convince you of someone else's. Scott." Jennifer started. "You can save his mother, Stiles's father."

Derek cut her off, "how?"

"I need a guardian, And that's a role that can either be filled by the three parents I was forced to take or by you." Jennifer explained.

"I can't help you." Dererk said forcefully. "I'm not even an alpha anymore."

"All I need is for you to help me get Deucalion in the right place at the right time." Jennifer bargained.

"You just killed three of them on your own. What do you need me for?" Derek pointed out.

"You haven't seen him at his strongest. I have. And If he's got Scott with him, I don't stand a chance unless I have you." Jennifer said, she was starting to get desperate.

"Derek, don't trust her." Cora said as she watched her brother resolve crumble.

"I have the eclipse in my favor, but the moon's only gonna be in the earth's umbral shadow for 15 minutes. That's the extent of my window. There's no decision to struggle with. Help me kill him, and the others live." Jennifer reasoned, she needed Derek's help or her whole plan was going to fall apart. "Just help me."

"Are you sure we're going the right direction?" Isaac asked Allison as he and Bianca trudged behind her.

"I know we're near it." Allison confirmed. "You think you can pick up a scent?"

"I'm trying, but I…" Isaac trailed off.

"What is it?" Bianca asked. "What're you hearing?"

"It's an emitter. It's one of your dad's, Allison." Isaac responded and tried to pinpoint which direction the sound was coming front.

"Are you sure?" Allison asked.

Isaac thought back to the many times Argent had used one on him and the other. "Has to be. Come on."

The three of them started running through the woods, until Allison spotted the nemeton, stopping in front of it.

"Allison, Isaac." Bianca called when she stumbled over the cellar doors. The three of them pulled open the doors and slowly made their way down the stairs as they were shaking dangerously because of the storm.

"Oh, my god. Thank god!" Allison cried when she spotted her father, kissing him in the forehead.

"You found us." Chris sighed in relief and Allison smiled sweetly.

"Where's Stiles? Where's my son?" The Sheriff demanded when he didn't spot her kid.

"And Scott?" Melissa asked as Bianca untied her.

"Don't worry, Mom." Bianca reassured her. "He's where he needs to be."

"They're coming, all right? They're on their way to help." Isaac called back and untied the ropes holding down the sheriff.

"We have to get going." Cora said as she pulled Lydia off the floor. "Lydia, we can get help."

"From who?" Lydia choked out, still disoriented by what just happened.

"I don't know, but we can't stay here." Cora responded as they walked towards the doors. They were frantically trying to think of someone to help them when a crackling noise stopped them. Cora and Lydia turned around to see the twins unmerged and still breathing. "They're alive."

Lydia and Cora managed to get both of the twins into Lydia's car and she just started driving. Lydia was panicking on the inside, her friends were looking for their parents, Scott was doing God knows what, and Derek walked away with the enemy. It also didn't help that she couldn't shake the bad feeling consuming her since Stiles, Scott, and Allison woke up.

"Where do we take them?" Cora asked, looking back to see blood dripping from Ethan's mouth.

"The hospital?" Lydia suggested unconfidently.

"How do we explain that?" Cora asked. "We can't take them there."

"Peter and Derek took you there." Lydia pointed out.

"Yeah and I was a medical marvel, the only reason I'm not under a microscope is because Scott's mom took all my records and destroyed them." Cora explained.

"Deaton." Lydia whispered. "We'll take them to Deaton."

In the next second Lydia pushed on the gas pedal and they were speeding down the highway, probably breaking more than one traffic law.

As soon as Lydia pulled into a parking space haphazardly, Cora jumped out of the car and pounded on the clinic doors.

"Cora?" Deaton said, confused when he saw her. "What's going on?"

"We need your help." Lydia answered and opened the door to show the twins in the back seat of her car.

Deaton sprung into action and picked up one of the twins, rushing into the backroom and laying him on the table. Then he went back out and came in with Aiden.

"Cora, grab that table. Grab his hand. Here you go. Take his hand." Deaton ordered. Lydia reached out and gently laid Aiden's head down.

Deaton went into the backroom to grab oxygen masks for both of them and a couple of syringes with clear liquid inside.

"Here Lydia, Cora." Deaton said and handed off the oxygen tanks. Both girls scrambled to pull them over the twins' faces and watched anxiously as Deaton administered shots.

"Can you save them?" Cora asked when there wasn't any movement.

"Only if they start healing on their own." Deaton said ominously.

"You said you had a plan." Deucalion commented as he and Scott walked into the old water distillery.

"On the first day of class, Jennifer sent all of us a message. It was the last line from Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness. I got a message of my own to send her." Scott explained and pulled out his phone. He tapped the recording app and held it above the spiral. "You see this symbol? It's a symbol of revenge. You talk about balance, about saving people. We know what you really want, And now you know where to find us."

"Now we wait." Deucalion said, stepping back, Scott falling into step beside him. "You know Scott, after all this is over, you do know that you'll have to join my pack."

"That was the deal we made." Scott responded hesitantly.

"Have you figured out that you're the reason I want Bianca?" Deucalion asked.

Scott turned to him, a look of shock on his face. "I'm the reason you took my sister, she was bait?"

"In many ways, yes." Deucalion answered. "Although I originally took her to lure you here, I also admire what she is. Trained properly she could be-"

"A killer?" Scott interrupted. "You want to turn my sister into a killer?"

"Something like that." Deucalion said cryptically. "You should be glad that I would allow her to remain with us. With my guidance, you and Bianca could become quite the pair, unstoppable."

The storm was getting worse and part of the root cellar was starting to cave in. They'd finally gotten all their parents untied when debris started falling over their heads. Isaac shouted for everyone to move back, but Bianca was still trying to get her mom untangled. At the very last second she freed her mother and the sheriff pulled her back just in time, but Bianca wasn't so lucky.

Bianca screamed when a large heavy piece of wood dropped onto her ankle and trapped her beneath it. She tried to move away, but a distinct cracking noise rang out through the cellar and she whimpered.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, you'll be fine, just don't move." Isaac said, smoothing the hair away from her face, letting her lay on his knee and cupping her cheeks.

"Scott is never letting me out of his sight again." Bianca joked, leaning her head on Isaac's chest and breathing through the pain radiating through her leg.

"That's alright, Darling." Isaac laughed softly. "I'm perfectly happy to keep playing bodyguard."

The roof of the cellar started to shift again and the shelves were falling over, dirt was pouring in from the openings, and wood was blocking all the entrances.

Argent started looking around for a way out, but it looked like everything was too closed off to get to or too high to reach.

"Anything?" Chris asked the others. They all shook their heads in response.

"You're gonna be fine." Melissa told her daughter after looking at the damage. Although she sounded like she was telling herself rather than her daughter.

"Breath, Mom." Bianca murmured. "We'll get out soon."

"I should be reassuring you." Melissa laughed, which turned into more a soft cry.

"We'll find a way out, Melissa." The Sheriff said and laid a hand on her shoulder. He knew what it was like to worry about your kids.

Just then the roof started caving away again and half of the ceiling cracked off, effectively putting all the weight on one of the support beams. Isaac looked up and spotted the support beam starting to crack, the ceiling was going to fall on them and directly crush Bianca.

Isaac scrambled beneath the beam and let the weight fall on his shoulders, pushing it back up with his hands. He could feel the dirt giving away above them and putting more weight on top, so much that his werewolf side was triggered, eyes turning a bright yellow.

"What are you doing?" Scott demanded when he saw Derek walk in behind Jennifer.

"This might be hard to believe, but I'm actually trying to help you." Derek answered, hardening his tone. He looked the other boy in the eyes and felt a moment of guilt before turning away.

"Ooh, like brother against brother. How very American this is." Deucalion said in a bored tone. "Are you ready, Jennifer? Hmm? Did you gather your herbs, pray to your ancient gods and your oak trees, slit a baby's throat, perhaps?" He walked closer and took off his glasses. "Should we show them why you needed to sacrifice nine innocent people Just to face me? Or is it 12 now?" Deucalion hissed turned into his true world form, a demon wolf.

Derek unleashed his own werewolf side and lunged for Deucalion. They met in the middle and Deucalion grabbed Derek's arm from clawing him. They made eye contact for a second and Deucalion bent both of Derek's arms away from him.

Jennifer waited for a moment, looking for the time to intervene and when it looked like Derek couldn't get out of the hold, she stepped forward and tried to use her powers to push Deucalion back. It had no effect on him and he looked at her disappointingly, expecting more.

Instead he grabbed Derek and Jennifer by their necks and threw them to the ground. Jennifer was thrown back, but Derek lashed out again, aiming for a hit.

Deucalion anticipated this and managed to throw him into a pile of tires. He landed hard on his back and rolled to the floor, pain radiating from his body.

With Derek indisposed, Jennifer took another shot, but Deucalion backhanded her hard. Watching as she flew to the ground before picking her up by the back of her neck and dragging her towards Scott.

"Kill her." Deucalion demanded and looked Scott in the eye, seeing the fear and hesitation. "Do it."

Scott refused to kill someone, it wasn't him and he wouldn't allow anyone to turn him into a killer. Scott stayed unmoving, until Deucalion roared, and something snapped inside of Scott.

He turned, his werewolf side coming out whether he wanted it too or not.

"Now kill her. Your parents are dying. That storm you hear, she's burying them alive. It's her connection to the telluric currents. Kill her, and it ends." Deucalion demanded.

"It won't end. Not with me. He'll have you kill everyone you love. It's what he does." Jennifer retorted and Deucalion yanked on her hair harder.

"They're dying, Scott. Your mother and the parents of your best friends. Kill her now, and it's over. Become the alpha you're meant to be. Become a killer." Deucalion baited.

"They're not dead yet." Scott corrected.

"And who's going to save them, your friends?" Deucalion laughed humorlessly.

"My pack." Scott answered determinedly. Deucalion didn't take his answer well.

Deucalion snarled and grabbed Scott by the back of his neck with one hand, the other guiding his claws towards Jennifer. "Maybe you just need a little guidance."

"I forgot to tell you something. Something that Gerard told me." Scott said and was satisfied by Deucalion's confused expression. "'Deucalion... isn't always blind.'"

Scott threw the weapons he took from Allison's dad's office onto the floor and closed his eyes when they went off. The flashing light blinded Deucalion and he let go of his tight grip on Scott, covering his eyes on instinct and staggering backwards. By the time it ended, none of them could feel their werewolf sides, and Jennifer had disappeared.

"The eclipse. It started." Deucalion said fearfully as he was now truly blind and defenseless with his extra senses.

"Oh, no." Scott muttered.

When the eclipse hit, Isaac could feel the power rush out of him and he panicked when the beam started to push him down. "I can't do it. I can't hold it. I can't hold it. It's too much."

Everyone rushed towards the beam and tried to bear some of the weight

"It's too heavy." Allison screamed when it was apparent that the roof was going to cave in on them.

At the very last second the roof stopped caving, and it was because Stiles had appeared out of nowhere with a bat that he stuck underneath the beam. They all sighed in relief.

"I always said aluminum was better than wood." The Sheriff smiled at his son and engulfed him in a tight hug.

The three powerless werewolves waited in anticipation as Jennifer walked out of the smoke, in her true form. Derek retreated further back behind the crates, trying to scramble up some kind of plan. Scott put his hands up in a motion, but Jennifer took him by the arm and threw him back in a wall.

Deucalion on the other hand was thrown to the ground by the sheer force of Jennifer's power, then she grabbed him by his hair to repeatedly slam his head into the ground.

Deucalion choked out desperate pleas to get her to stop, but she wouldn't listen or she didn't care because blood was beginning to pool around his head.

"Jennifer!" Derek yelled, finally coming out from his hiding place. "He doesn't know."

"Know what?" Jennifer demanded harshly, standing up.

"What you really look like." Derek answered to placate her. "He knows the cost of bringing Kali into his pack, But he's never seen the price you paid."

"No. No, he hasn't." Jennifer agreed and put her hands over his eyes, satisfied as he screamed. Then she let go as his vision returned. "Turn to me. Turn to me!" She aimed to slice his throat but staggered back as the full force of healing Deucalion hit her. "What is this?

Derek smirked. "Healing him made you weak, just like healing Cora did to me. You won't have your strength for at least a few minutes."

"Then you do it. Kill him." Jennifer whimpered, hoping she could play on any lingering feelings he may have had for her.

"No." Derek hissed.

"What?" Jennifer snapped.

"Like my mother used to say, I'm a predator. I don't have to be a killer." Derek said and grabbed Jennifer's throat in a harsh grip. "Let them go."

She flew into a rage and mustered up enough power to throw Derek off of her and into the boxes behind them. "Derek." She whispered, betrayal written across her face.

She slashed at him repeatedly before he lunged back at her. But she retaliated and grabbed him by the throat, holding him up and forcing him to relive the memories of Cora and Boyd tearing at his skin.

Derek felt his powers rush back as soon as the shadow started to move across the moon and his eyes turned blue. "Your 15 minutes are up."

Jennifer was thrown off of him and she stepped back, centered between all three werewolves and threw out a ring of mountain ash to protect herself. "Like I told you, Derek, either you or the parents. Well, I guess I'll just have to take them now. In a few minutes, they'll be dead, and I won't need a lunar eclipse, even to kill a demon wolf." Scott placed his hands up slowly and pressed against the invisible wall. "You've tried this before, Scott. I don't remember you having much success."

Scott only pressed harder, willing the wall to give away at his pressure. He tried to walk forward, it was resisting him, but Scott needed to get to her, he needed to save his friends. He felt his eyes turn yellow, and as he kept pressing forward, pure raw power was rushing through his veins, giving him a rush he never knew could be so euphoric. He took another step forward and Jennifer looked scared, stepping backwards.

Then he felt it, like a missing part of himself had finally come to light. His eyes seeped from a golden yellow, to a harsh orange, and finally into a pure bright red. It was all he needed, the barrier was broken and Jennifer was pushed to the ground.

"How did you do that?" She murmured in disbelief.

Scott looked down at her. "I'm an alpha now. Whatever you're doing to cause this storm, make it stop, or I'll kill you myself. I don't care what it does to the color of my eyes."

"It won't change the color of mine, so allow me." Deucalion yelled and slashed Jennifer's throat open, watching as blood gushed from her wound and she collapsed to the floor.

"Scott?" Stiles said as soon as he saw Scott's name pop up across his phone.

"Hey, are you okay?" Scott asked immediately, sighing in relief to hear his best friend's voice.

"Yeah, we're okay. We're all okay. How about you, you okay?" Stiles rambled.

"Sort of." Scott answered, looking behind him.

"You think you can come get us?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah, of course." Scott replied automatically.

"Great, okay. Um, uh, bring a ladder." Stiles said and everyone laughed at his ability to make light of any situation.

Allison walked into her father's office as he packed up the weapons. "Back to storage?"

"That's the plan." He answered.

"What if I've got a different plan?" Allison paused. "Deaton said that what we did in order to find you, he said that it might draw things here. Make beacon hills kind of a beacon again."

"I hope not." Argent muttered and turned around to face his daughter.

"I was thinking that maybe I should be prepared. Learn to be a better fighter and learn all the things that you can still teach me." Allison explained.

"And maybe a few things more." Her father added.

"But we're going to have a new code." Allison corrected. "Nous protégeons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger eux-mêmes."

"We protect those who cannot protect themselves." He repeated back to her in English with a smile on his face.

"Maybe you could use another trainee?" A voice said from the doorway. They both turned their heads to see Bianca leaning on the frame. She was dressed in a white skirt and a black jean jacket, but the most prominent part of her outfit was her wrapped ankle that was crushed in the root cellar.

"You want us to train you?" Allison asked, a little confused.

Bianca nodded and walked further into the room. "If living here has taught me anything, I need to learn how to protect myself."

"I think we'll have to teach you French then." Argent commented and looked at both girls with a soft smile.

The room was completely void of all noise except the scraping of utensils against plates. Rafael requested everyone have dinner together and Melissa had agreed, meaning Bianca and Scott were sitting across from each other picking as their food. Their mom's eyes darting between them and their father pretending like it wasn't the most awkward encounter they've had.

"Can we leave now?" Bianca asked ten minutes into the dinner. Scott suppressed a laugh and smirked into his plate.

"Bianca." Rafael said exasperatedly and rubbed his temple. "I'm just trying to have a nice meal with my kids. Why does it always have to be something with you."

Bianca rolled her eyes. "Maybe I'm not the problem."

"I'm still your father, Bianca. You cannot speak to me that way." He snapped at her. Scott and Melissa were taken aback for a moment, although they rarely ever saw him, he never spoke to Scott that way. Although maybe it was because Bianca was the twin he actually had custody over.

"I'll say whatever I damn well please." Bianca answered sweetly. "After all my therapist told you I wasn't expressing my feelings, right?"

"Bianca." Rafael warned, knowing exactly where she was going with his argument. "That's not something we need to talk about right now. What happened back when we spoke on the phone a few weeks ago? You weren't this upset with me."

Bianca bit her lip knowing he was right, at the time she wasn't mad because she was confused about why he didn't know she was missing. She was just starting to figure out what she was and she honestly tried to play on his sympathies so he'd let her stay. After all that had passed and everything she'd been through, old memories were resurfacing and it was easier to project than to deal with them.

"You're right, I'm sorry." Bianca sighed and leaned back in her chair. "I think I've just gained a new perspective on things living here with Mom and Scott."

"And your new perspective is fighting me on everything? He retorted.

"No, but you make it pretty easy." Bianca muttered. "Maybe I'm upset with you because Mom and Scott don't make me feel like I'm crazy."

"I never thought you were crazy, Bianca." Rafael corrected. "I thought you were troubled."

"Don't lie to me." Bianca hissed. "I heard you talking to my therapist, you told her you thought I'd gone insane and lost my mind."

He had the decency to look ashamed and turn away from her.

"She's not crazy." Scott said angrily and stared down at his father. "How dare you?"

"Scott, please." Rafael said exasperatedly. He didn't need both of his kids judging him.

"Look," Melissa started and slammed her fork down, "Scott, Bianca, why don't you guys get out of here. Go to Stiles' house or Lydia's. I think your father and I need to talk."

The twins walked outside but they never left the house, they both sat on the porch, one of Scott's arms wrapped around Bianca like when they were kids. They listened to their parents scream at each other and they both winced, so just like when they were kids, they laid down and counted the stars.