𝐷𝐸𝑀𝑂𝐿𝐼𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸𝑅𝑆 ➪ 𝐶𝐻𝑅𝐼𝑆 𝐴𝑅𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑇

08.

Sage awakens with a groan on the floor of the railway depo. Grumbling, he opens his eyes to find that he's no longer fully shifted. However, his mother, Derek, and Elvira were gone.

"Finally. I was about to kick your ass." Beckett muttered as she sat next to him. Sage blinks to focus his eyes. "What happened..?" He asks. Beck looks over his face and points to her leather jacket covering his lower half. "You went all coyote on us." She answers, then sighs. "..you don't have an anchor." She asks, but it was more-so a statement. Sage swallows and sits up some more. "No. No, I don't. I can't." He tells.

Beck tilts her head slightly. "Why not?" She asks, suddenly feeling dread. Sage licks his lips, then meets her gaze. "I-...I have to tell you something.." he says quietly. Beck nods and stays silent, whereas Sage shifts and messes with her jacket. "It wasn't an accident.." He admits.

•

At the old Hale house, Lydia drags Derek along the floor while Elvira drags Dahlia. Derek manages to regain awareness before his aunt and weakly calls for Lydia to stop as they approach a large hole in the wooden floor, but Elvira answers, bored. "She can't hear you, Derek. She's in a trance." She tells, simply. "What..did you..do?" Derek asks in between breaths. Lydia places one of Derek's arms in the hole and Elvira places one of Dahlia's on the other side.

"Mmh..Elvira? What's going on?" The blonde asks, groggily. Elvira rolls her eyes. "Shut up." She tells them both, glancing into the hole at her father's decaying body. "You don't know what you're doing.." Derek defends. Dahlia groans as she feels cold, lifeless hands on her wrist. "Ugh, what is th-.." she then falls silent as claws dig into her skin, she hisses in pain as her's and Derek's eyes glow red and fade as the pain subsides. Peter bursts out of the wooden floor, dirty. Lydia breathes heavily, panting; while the three other Hales back up-specifically Dahlia and Derek.

As Peter rises to his feet, he speaks with amusement. "I heard there was a party." He says, then raises his head to look at everyone. "Don't worry. I invited myself." He adds. Elvira watches as Peter knocks Dahlia and Derek out, then grabs Lydia. "Good job, Birdie." Peter praises, rolling back his shoulders. Elvira clenches her jaw and tosses him some clothes. "You promised to actually be my father this time, will you?" She asks after a moment.

Peter grins and pats her on the back, then grabs Lydia from her as they make their way out of the Hale house. "Of course, sweetheart. As long as you keep doing everything I say." he answers. Elvira watches him and Lydia go and follows, after making sure that Dahlia and Derek were okay.

•

Dahlia sighs, rubbing her temple as she and Derek stand in front of the police station. "So, why didn't you tell me?" Derek asks. "What? That Deaton is our family mage?" Dahlia scoffs out, crossing her arms. "I don't have to tell you everything." She adds, to which Derek scoffs this time. "My mom had him watch out for me, this whole time. After her death." He defends. Dahlia looks over at him. "Yeah? Well Talia's a saint, as always." She bites out, sarcastically and bitterly. Derek looks over her face. "..c'mon, Aunt Dahl. What are you not telling me?" He asks, softly.

Dahlia stays silent and walks up to the door of the station, but Derek remains stubborn as he follows her. "Please." He pleas, standing next to her. Just as Dahlia was about to speak, she gasps as she felt a nick to the back of her neck. From his peripheral, Derek sees Jackson partially changed into the kanima and grunts as he was paralyzed, too. The door opens to reveal Stiles and Scott with Matt holding a gun, the two Hales collapse onto the floor, on their backs. Jackson steps over them to enter the station fully and drags them both near the front desk.

"This is the one controlling him? This kid?" Derek asks, irritation in his voice. Dahlia scoffs, then curses in french, something she's picked up from Sage. Matt crouches down and leans over them. "Well, Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf. Or werecoyote, in your case." He retorts, glaring at Dahlia as he spoke the last part. "Oh, yeah, that's right. I've learned a few things lately." He then gets up to face Scott and Stiles. "Werewolves, hunters, kanimas, coyotes. It's like a frickin' Halloween party every full moon! Except for you, Stiles. What do you turn into?" he muses. "Abominable snowman. But, uh, it's more of..like, a wintertime thing. Y'know? Seasonal." Stiles bites out, sarcastically. Matt jerks his head to the side, prompting Jackson to paralyze him with his claws.