Trigger warning: This is a dark chapter as this episode in Teen Wolf does have mentions of suicide and self-harm.

𝐖𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓 of the bus as we gather our bags. Luckily I bought a spare change of clothes in my duffle bag for after the meet so I'll have something to wear tomorrow.

With my backpack over one shoulder and my duffle bag over the other, I climb out of the bus and stand by Danny and Ethan, noticing Ethan's face has already healed but luckily nobody seems to question it.

Coach walks to the front of our group, a box full of room keys in hand.

    "Listen up. The meet's been pushed till tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgement when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves. You'll be pairing up. Choose wisely," Coach announces. Students begin to walk up to the box and grab keys as they get into pairs.

I shiver and shove my hands into the pockets of my hoodie and scan the motel. It looks like we'll be the only ones here although that honestly doesn't surprise me. 

    "Hey, new girl." I'm pulled from my thoughts as Coach calls to me.

I walk over to him and he hands me a pair of keys.

    "Lucky last pair." I curl my fingers around the keys and thank Coach with a nod before heading up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

I walk along the rows of doors, stopping as I hit mine. Room 218.

I shove the key into the lock and twist it before pushing the door open, a loud cloud of dust billowing as I do so.

I cough as I enter the room, putting my duffle bag and backpack done onto one of the twin beds.

I look around the dimly lit room, noticing the large spiderwebs and what may or may not be a small bullet hole in the window.

I head into the bathroom and quickly exit it, shutting the door behind me. I didn't really need a shower in any case.

~~~

I gingerly lay down on the cleaner of the two beds and let out a tired sigh as I stare up at the popcorn ceiling that is probably riddled with asbestos. 

The light bulb begins to flicker slightly, causing me to frown and sit up. It better not burst. The only thing that would be worse than this room would be this room in pitch black darkness.

I stand up from the bed but find my legs wobbly beneath me, forcing me to grab onto the bedside table for support. I blink my eyes rapidly to clear my foggy vision before images flash in front of my eyes.

I see a handsaw, followed by the sound of screaming and an explosion. I quickly blink the images away as I begin to cough, my throat feeling tight.

Coughing into the back of my hand, my eyes widen as I notice small flecks of blood. Deciding I need some fresh air, I quickly bolt out of my room and lean against the railing; taking in deep breaths of the cool air. 

Maybe I should head over to the front office to see if they sell toothbrushes and toothpaste.

I walk down the hall but stop as I hear loud voices from within the room beside me. My curiosity getting the better of me, I stop and listen in.

    "So who are the other four?" I hear Scott questioning curiously.

    "Well, Derek's sister, Cora. No one knows anything about her and she's Derek's sister." I roll my eyes at Stiles's words.

    "Next, Wren Summers." I furrow my brows as I hear my name.

    "Wren? Seriously Stiles? You think 14 year old Wren is the dark and powerful druid that's been sacrificing people?" I hear Scott question incredulously.

    "Well there's something off about her. She insists she's not a part of Deucalion’s pack yet he must be keeping her around for some reason. And you said yourself that she doesn't smell like a Werewolf but definitely isn't human either!" Stiles exclaims. 

I bite my lip slightly as I listen to Stiles. It's pretty insulting to hear that someone thinks you're performing human sacrifices.

     "I'm still pretty sure that doesn't qualify for her to be the Darach, Stiles. Who else is on your list?" I continue to walk past their door and proceed on my way to the front office.

When the small office finally appears in sight, I freeze, noticing Lydia and Allison standing by it. I contemplate whether I should turn back and return to my room when Allison turns around, spotting me and calling me over.

I groan internally as I have no other choice now but to greet them.

    "Hey guys," I say as I walk up to them, my cold hands still shoved into the pockets of my hoodie.

    "Hey, Wren. We were just getting some fresh towels, do you need some too?" Allison questions. I shake my head.

    "I'm just looking for a toothbrush." Allison nods.

    "Look, what Isaac did was really uncalled for-" I cut Allison off before she can begin to apologise.

    "No, it wasn't. Ethan was purposely pushing his buttons to get a rise out of him. If I was a werewolf I would've reacted the same way Isaac did," I tell them with a soft smile. Allison smiles in return.

    "So, where's Aidan?" Lydia questions curiously. She and Aidan have some sort of thing going on and even though he defends it's just a part of his mission, Ethan and I both know he's lying.

    "Still back at Beacon Hills with the rest of the pack," I answer vaguely. Lydia nods and we all look over as a woman walks up to the desk and hands the girls some towels.

    "There you go girls. Did you need anything darling?" The woman questions, turning her attention to me as Allison and Lydia both bid me goodbye.

    "I was just wondering if you sold toothbrushes and toothpaste?" I ask her. She reaches under the front desk and passes me a plastic package that contains a small toothbrush and travel size toothpaste.

    "Thank you, how much is it?" I ask her, reaching into my pocket but she quickly stops me.

    "You don't need to pay for it darling, enjoy your night," she says with a smile.

    "You too," I reply before turning on my heel and heading back up to my room.

~~~

I enter the small bathroom, flicking the light on as I open the plastic packaging and take out the toothbrush and the small tube, squirting a small portion of toothpaste onto the brush before brushing my teeth.

I look at my reflection in the mirror as I brush my teeth, tired and dull eyes staring back. Letting out a breath, I spit into the sink and turn on the faucet, cleaning the brush before placing it on the edge of the sink.

I begin to feel dizzy again and grip onto the basin tightly, my knuckles turning white as I take deep breaths in and out. 

Clenching my eyes shut, I grit my teeth together as a sharp pain spreads through the front of my head. 

I stumble backwards and into the bedroom, collapsing against the foot of the bed as images begin to onslaught my vision.

The whirring of a machine echoes loudly through my head, pulsating with every step I take. I stop in front of a door and reach out my hand, gingerly turning the door knob.

    "Don't open the door," a voice hisses in my head, "open it and he dies. They all die!" I grit my teeth as a shiver runs through me. Turning my head, I spot a hand covered in bandages.

    "When is a door not a door?" The voice questions. My heartbeat increases as the voice hisses into my ear and I feel its breath on the back of my neck.

Stumbling backwards, I feel my feet lose their grip and I stumble over the edge of a drop.

I gasp awake, blood seeping from my nose in a heavy stream. I jolt to my feet and quickly rush into the bathroom, grabbing toilet paper and shoving it under my nose.

I struggle to find my breath as my heart beats rapidly in my chest.

I whip my head up as I hear a strange noise. It sounds like a power tool. 

I quickly rush out of my room to see a door a few rooms down and the sound of shouting coming from within.

I rush inside to come across a very chaotic scene. Ethan and Stiles are wrestling as Stiles attempts to pull a handsaw away from him. I rush forward and quickly pull the cord from the plug, causing the machine to power off right before it nearly hits Stiles in the face. 

Ethan seems to snap out of whatever trance he was in as he frantically looks around the room.

    "What just happened?" He questions, his gaze falling on me.

    "I don't know, you tell me," Stiles replies. Ethan glares at him.

    "Didn't you hear what I just said? I don't know how I got there or what I was doing," Ethan exclaims.

    "Okay, you could be a little bit more helpful, you know. We did just save your life," Stiles retorts.

    "And you probably shouldn't have," Ethan whispers, causing me to furrow my eyebrows before he rushes out. I let out a deep breath and drop the cable that I didn't realise I was still holding to the ground.

    "Wren, your nose is bleeding. Are you okay?" Allison questions as she rushes up to me. I wipe away the trail of blood with the back of my hand.

    "I'm fine, " I mutter before brushing past her and leaving the room.

I walk with no destination in mind before I find myself on the roof of the building. Sitting down, I close my eyes and enjoy the cold breeze on my face. 

I put my hands on my lap before noticing they're shaking slightly. Furrowing my eyebrows, I shove them into my pockets as I mull over Ethan's words.

Why would he say something like that? And why did he try to kill himself? 

I try to think of an answer but find it growing harder to think as the wind starts to blow strongly, causing whispers to flow through the air.

Deciding to get down from the roof, I find myself back in my bathroom; blood splattered across the sink from my earlier nosebleeds. 

My head still pounds with an aching pain and my hands haven't stopped shaking. I've never gotten this many visions in one day before; the motel must be doing something to me.

I close my eyes for a moment before I run the tap, splashing some cold water onto my face in hopes that it'll help. I turn off the tap but it still continues to drip water. 

Each droplet of water hits the porcelain sink with a tapping noise that gets louder and louder every time. I clench my eyes shut and put my hands over my ears, attempting to block out the sound.

    "Come with me Scott." A voice sounds in my head. I breathe heavily as more voices begin to sound, all of them blending into each other.

    "That isn't the real Stiles."

    "You're a Banshee."

    "Open the door! Run, Wren!"

    "Shoot me!"

    "ALLISON!"

My eyes shoot open as a sharp pain rips through my hand. I look up to see the mirror smashed before me and my closed fist dripping with blood and shards of glass. 

Letting out a pained sob, I collapse onto the floor of the bathroom, my head in my arms as yelling and screaming voices continue to bombard my head.

~~~

I don't know how long I sit there for before the voices slowly fade away and the only sound that is left is of my quiet sobs. Pushing myself up from the floor, I gently pick up the shards of glass and throw them into the bin before pulling out as much glass as I can from my hand. 

Running a hand through my hair, I quietly grab my bags before leaving my room and heading down the stairs. 

I tiredly drop the keys by the front desk before walking over to the school bus, not even noticing the scorch mark on the ground as I climb into the empty bus and walk down to my seat at the back. I put my bag down beside me before leaning my head against the window, my eyes slowly getting heavier. 

I'm almost asleep when the sound of the bus doors screeching open wakes me. I watch through half closed eyelids as Allison, Lydia, Scott, Stiles and Isaac get onto the bus, all carrying their bags and looking just as tired as me.

    "What's Wren doing here?" I hear Allison whisper as they spot me. 

    "There is something deeply wrong with that place. I think the better question should be why isn't the whole class on the bus?" Stiles hisses loudly before the others all shush him to be quiet.

I shift slightly as they all get into various sleeping spots around the bus before I slowly fall asleep.

~~~

(3rd Person POV)

In Beacon Hills, the lights of the local Veterinary centre glow brightly as shadows of people move within.

Deucalion wipes Ennis's blood from his hand onto the dead man's shirt as Deaton watches with wide eyes, having just witnessed him kill the man in cold blood.

Deucalion walks over to the side of the room, running his hand along the shelves of jars and herbs before stopping on a particular vial and taking it from the shelf, lifting it up to the moonlight making the purple flecks within it sparkle vividly.

    "Celtic oak Wolfsbane. Very rare to come across," Deucalion hums as he holds the vial.

Deaton swallows hard as he watches the blind Alpha carefully.

    "It's a dangerous poison to werewolves," he points out. Deucalion slowly nods his head.

    "I've also heard it can be used to…enhance certain abilities." Deaton's eyes grow wide at the Alpha's words.

    "Such theories are unproven and widely untested. It could do more damage than good," he exclaims. Deucalion tilts his head and pockets the vial.

    "Well that's a risk I'm willing to take." The Alpha flicks out his seeing stick and exits the room, leaving a concerned veterinarian and dead Alpha in his wake.

~~~

I'm jolted awake by the sound of Coach blowing his whistle early the next morning. I slowly sit up and rub my tired eyes as I eye Coach who looks quite shocked to see six of his students asleep on the school bus.

    "I don't want to know. I really don't want to know, but in case you missed the announcement, the meet's cancelled, so we're heading home." I groan at Coaches words. All of that and it was for nothing in the end?

I look up as Ethan enters the bus, sitting down in front of him and turning around to face him.

    "I don't know what happened but I’m pretty sure you saved my life last night," Ethan tells Scott. Stiles leans forwards in the seat in front of me.

    "Actually, I saved your life, but not that it matters that much…it's just a minor detail," he buts in. I roll my eyes; if we're getting technical about it then I'd say I was the one that saved them, seeing as if not for me Stiles would have a chainsaw sized hole in his head. 

    "So I'm gonna give you something. We're pretty sure Derek's still alive. But he killed one of ours. That means one of two things can happen. Either he joins our pack…"

    "And kills his own," Scott adds.

    "Or Kali goes after him and we kill him. That's the way it works." Stiles scoffs as he sits forward in his seat.

    "You know, your little code of ethics there is sort of barbaric, just FYI, " he says. Ethan just stares at him blankly before getting up and walking away. 

Scott and the others get up from their scattered seats around the bus and change back into their original seats with Scott and Stiles in the row next to me and Lydia and Allison in front of them.

Coach walks down the aisle, blowing his whistle for kids to get into their seats. 

Lydia suddenly stands up and walks up to coach.

    "Coach, can I see your whistle for a second?" Lydia asks him before quickly grabbing the whistle and inspecting it.

    "What’s that?" She mutters. We all watch carefully as she blows the whistle into her hand, causing a light dust with specks of purple in it to appear in her hand.

    "Wolfsbane," she concludes with wide eyes. Stiles grabs the whistle from her and inspects the powder closely.

    "It looks different from normal Wolfsbane. It's like there’s something shining in it," Stiles notes, "So every time Coach blew the whistle on the bus, Scott, Isaac, Boyd…" Stiles trails off as he inspects the whistle with furrowed eyebrows.

    "And Ethan," Lydia adds.

    "We all inhaled it," Scott says before Allison speaks up.

    "You were all poisoned by it," she corrects. I tilt my head slightly. Was that the reason I was getting all of those visions? Because of Wolfsbane poisoning? 

I bite my lip as I think. I didn't think Wolfsbane affected me, though.

I look up as Coach begins yelling at Stiles as the boy rushes to the window before me and quickly throws the whistle out.

With that, the bus's tires screech as we start the journey back to Beacon Hills.