The Walcott's were Wendigos.

Cannibalistic shapeshifters according to Derek. The only surviving son of the Walcott massacre was Sean who was at the hospital and refusing to eat anything. Why? Because the BLT sandwich that the hospital served wasn't exactly the kind of meat he ate. At least until he almost killed Melissa and tried to kill Scott and a freshman named Liam before a man with a tomahawk killed Sean first.

And as she'd marched down the hallways of the hospital after observing the crime scene on the roof with Derek and her father, the former alpha was walking next to her as he tried to dissuade her from killing Scott and Stiles who'd both hidden the fact that Scott had bitten Liam from her.

She'd made it to the McCall household only to see Scott and Stiles lying tangled on the floor and the door swinging open. Derek had to hold her back before convincing her to go home and get some sleep and let the boys deal with their own mess for once. And if it got bad, Derek promised to call her and step in. Oh, how it reminded her of the stories Stiles told about Derek popping up in places everywhere when Scott had first been bitten. Stiles had actually never been so happy to see Derek in all his life.

However, it was the next day and they had a new problem, the full moon.

Now, not only did they have to deal with Malia, but Liam as well.

"Is that too tight?" Stiles asked as he sat on his bed with Malia, placing a manacle around her wrist as he tightened the chains.

"No," she answered before Stiles noticed his father standing in the doorway with a concerned look on his face.

"Hey...uh, this is not what you think at all," he promised, Malia rather confused about the situation but remained silent.

"I don't even want to know," Noah sighed as he looked down at his travel mug, wishing it was filled with coffee.

"Dad?! Dad, breakfast is ready, and I brought you -" Angie cut herself off as she saw the scandalous position her brother was in before she burst into laughter. "Oh, that's brilliant," she chuckled as she covered her lips with her hand.

"Shut up, Angie. No one was talking to you," Stiles scowled at her and she just stuck her tongue out at him before taking the travel mug from her dad.

"What are you doing?" he asked, confused as she passed an identical one to him, except this one was warm under his touch.

"This one is full. I half thought you'd need it to get out of bed after what Lydia, Jordan and I found last night."

Noah looked at his daughter with adoration as he kissed her temple. "This is why you're my favourite child," he said before making his way down the stairs.

"Breakfast is on the stove. Eat something. I'll drive us to work," she said as he went, and he only raised his mug to her over his shoulder and she turned back to Stiles. "Jealous?"

"You wouldn't even be here to be his favourite child if it weren't for me. So no! if anything you should be jealous of me!" he spat back before she pushed herself off the doorframe.

"I have to go to the station with dad to try and figure out what the hell kind of mouthless murderer tried to kill Peter and go after Derek, so you guys are on your own this full moon. And I swear to God Stiles, if you kidnap that poor kid again, I'll be the one skinning you to make a rug. And I have eyes everywhere. I'll know," she warned as her eyes flashed red before she wriggled her fingers in farewell as she disappeared.

But as she and her father made their way to work, Angie realised that without her, the only actual responsible person in the group was Lydia. And Lydia would never be able to convince Scott and Stiles out of one of their ridiculously stupid plans without help. 

Yeah, Liam was probably screwed.

As much as she wanted to help, she had much bigger problems to worry about as she and her father stood in the Sheriff's office as Derek showed them the glove with a keypad that allowed the mouthless speaker to speak. Asides from the tomahawk in Peter's chest, it was the only other piece of evidence they had. The murder weapon was a lousy one though seeing as Peter was still alive despite the wolfsbane that the blade had been soaked in.

"I still don't get how this guy has no mouth," her father said as he picked up the glove.

"Daddy, Derek and I have the abilities of a wolf, Stiles was possessed by an evil Japanese spirit before I went into his mind and separated them and then defeated his evil doppelganger, are you seriously telling me that you can't comprehend a man not having a mouth?" Angie questioned sarcastically which was definitely a genetic trait.

"I mean, how can he eat?" Noah asked.

"Peter didn't get a chance to ask. He was fighting him off with a tomahawk buried in his chest," Derek answered equally as sarcastically and Noah just sighed as he handed the glove to his daughter who began to inspect it as he picked up the tomahawk in question from his desk.

"Yeah, and who runs around with a tomahawk?"

"I think Jordan-"

"I carried one for IED removal in Afghanistan," the man himself interrupted as he walked into the room, cutting off Angie. "It's military. And so is that," he explained as he pointed to the device Angie held.

"Do you know what it's used for?" Derek questioned, sharing a glance with Angie.

"May I?" Jordan asked her and she nodded, expecting him to take it from her but he simply held her hands as he examined the device. "This one looks like it's been modified."

And Derek nodded at the Sheriff who went to close his office door.

"Show us," he ordered Parrish who nodded.

"I'll need a computer," he said.

"Use my laptop," Angie offered as she handed him the glove and reached into a bag that was next to the Sheriff's desk as she pulled out her MacBook and logged in before handing it over. Digging up some cords, the men watched as Angie helped Jordan hook up the glove to her computer as he tried to download the information off it.

"Ok, I think I got an IP address," Jordan said after a while, Angie leaning on the end of the desk as the Sheriff moved to his side.

"That means we can find him, right?" he asked, not understanding a single thing on the screen.

"Definitely. Especially if -"

Jordan cut himself off as the hand moved and Angie jumped away from the desk, Derek jumping up to stabilise her as he placed a hand on her back.

"You alright?" Jordan asked her, the girl nodding as she gripped Derek's wrist tightly.

"What was that?" Derek asked as he moved away from Angie.

"I think I found a message," Jordan explained. "Does anybody recognise the handle 'Benefactor'?"

"Money transferred. What does that mean?" Derek inquired, ignoring Jordan's question as the words appeared on the screen.

"That means this guy's not just a killer," Noah began as he met his daughter's eyes.

"He's an assassin," she finished before her eyes locked with Derek's as they silently communicated.

The Mute was coming for him next.

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After getting rid of Jordan by asking him to put out an APB on the mouthless man running around with a tomahawk, Angie played around with her laptop and the glove some more to discover that it was currently linked up to the Wi-Fi system at the high school. So, the newfound trio made their way to the school, Noah with his gun raised as they did. Angie had stopped them before they entered though to warn them about the blood she could smell inside, and she cast her best friend a worried glance when they both realised that he couldn't smell it.

Not only did he have yellow eyes, but he was losing his powers.

It was lucky, though, when they realised that the blood was used to lure them into a trap and set off a claymore mine. And when they foiled that plan, Derek barely had time to push Noah from the way as a tomahawk wedged itself into the wall where his head had been.

Against a wolf and a half, the Mute wasn't a match for them as the two held him back while her father aimed his gun at him, reading him his rights and Angie had to use every bit of self-control in her not to laugh because as always, her father started with the right to remain silent.

Angie may have been able to get into his head and get some answers, at least until Peter crashed the party and killed the Mute, slashing at him over and over again until Angie kicked him in the face, knocking him off the body.

And then their problems actually got worse.

Because they found out who the Mute's next victim was, and all of the ones after that.

Lydia, being the Banshee she was, had accidentally uncovered a list.

A hit list.

A hit list, listing every supernatural creature in Beacon Hills along with how much they were worth. So far, Lydia had only broken a third of the list and Scott, Lydia, Derek and Kira were all on it. Stiles had also been the one to deduce that all of the totals would add up to 117 million. As in the 117 million dollars that was stolen from the Hale vault the night Kate forced Derek to take her in.

Lydia hadn't been able to figure out the next keywords that would unlock the other two-thirds of the list. And Angie had to admit that she was rather anxious to know who was on the rest of the dead pool, i.e if she was. 

So, they sought out answers from another banshee, Meredith Walker, a girl Stiles had met in Eichen House. A girl that Parrish actually found walking on the road during one of his patrols and was asking for Lydia. Jordan was actually the one to a set of four digits out of her. Four digits that she insisted was the key. Lydia had really scared her, trying to get more numbers out of her, so Noah and Angie put an end to the questioning.

She, her father and Parrish were getting Meredith ready to head back to Eichen and filing out all the necessary paperwork, when Lydia started screaming.

"Angie! ANGIE!" she called from where she and Malia sat inside her father's office, and she went running.

"What's wrong? Are you ok?!" she asked worriedly as she rushed into the room and Lydia only gestured to the laptop screen as Angie moved behind her to get a better look. Malia had figured out that the next keyword was actually algebra with each number standing for letters.

The letters spelling out another name.

The first keyword was Allison.

This one was Aiden.

And Aiden's name revealed the next part of the dead pool.

But not only was Angie's name on it for 22 million dollars - her nickname and not her real name, thank god - but someone else was on there, underneath her own name actually. Someone she knew very well but had absolutely no clue that they were supernatural.

"Holy shit," Angie cursed.

Because next to the number 5 was the name, Jordan Parrish.