Brooke walked outside while scrolling through her phone. "Wait," she stopped walking, "why am I outside?" She looked up from her phone and saw Audrey's car. She leaned down to the passenger side window. "Audrey?"

Audrey turned to Brooke and told her she had no idea why she was there.

They stared at each other for a moment and then their eyes widened in fear and realization. "Emma," they said.

Brooke got into the car and they sped away.

With the Hunters:

The two Hunters who witnessed Scott get captured, followed the kidnappers, and told Araya everything.

As her cohorts were getting their weapons ready, Araya was instructing them on their plans.

"The True Alpha Scott McCall has been captured by this town's murderers and we will stop them from ending his life. It is our duty to put down a rabid dog, not theirs."

They hollered in agreement.

Araya continued, "Kill the assailants and put down the Alpha, but do not shoot Emma Duvall. She is one-third of The Three Fates and we all need her alive. Vamonos!"

With Emma and Scott:

"You!?" Emma screamed at Troy James. "How!? Why!?"

Troy stood and said, "'How'? Well," he stepped towards Scott, "I was given ammunition by Gerard Argent to be able to take down Scott, but…I haven't got any in a while."

"He's dead," Scott snarled.

Troy shrugged. "Assumed as much. Now, as for the 'Why'." He rushed to Emma, kicked her in the stomach, and squatted. "Why do you think!?"

Scott struggled against his restraints, threatening Troy.

"I don't know," Emma admitted. "It made sense when I thought you were Brandon!"

Troy slapped her. "Don't you ever say his name you little bitch. He never hurt anyone."

Emma looked at him incredulously and disdainfully asked, "He killed how many teens when he was in high school?"

Troy chuckled. "That's the thing, Emma. I killed all of those little bastards."

"What?" Emma asked, utterly stunned by his confession.

"They bullied the sweetest boy in the world; and why? Because he was in love and looked like a freak. I put on a cloak, his mask, and killed as many as I could."

"Why did you wear his mask?"

"To let them know who they wronged!" Troy roughly grabbed Emma's hair. "I was going to turn myself in after I killed your parents, but Brandon talked me into waiting just a bit longer." Troy began to sob angrily. "After I pulled his nearly lifeless body from the water, he begged me to run and let someone else find him! I-I did as he asked. Luckily, your mother and Acosta found him and brought him home. And guess what. He lived. For years. Until one fateful day." Troy yanked Emma's hair, pulling her face close to his. "He loved you, you loved him, and he SHOWED YOU his face. Do you know what you did?"

Emma began to tear up, knowing what happened next. "Did…did I scream?"

"YES," Troy's anger left him as his tears cascaded down his face. "You were TERRIFIED!" He stopped to let out a loud sob. "Because of you, he killed himself."

"No," Emma started crying.

"You took my baby brother away from me!" Troy slammed Emma's head against the wall.

Troy stood and told them his family buried Brandon in the backyard, not wanting to give anyone in town a chance to shame him or the family.

"You've been doing all of this because of a child's reaction?" Scott growled.

Troy wiped his tears and became nonchalant. "No, I didn't do all of it. I had help."

In came Hector Young.

"Hey, Emma," Hector said in the same kind manner he always had.

"Mr. Young!?" Emma shouted.

Hector pulled a handgun from the back of his pants and pointed it at Emma. "How are you tonight? I hope you got your homework done before you left the house."

Troy grabbed the gun away from Hector, saying, "Not yet."

Hector scoffed and turned to Scott. "Thank god, we got at least one of them."

"What does that mean?" Scott asked.

"It means," Troy scratched his head with the gun, "we tried everything we could to kill Audrey and Brooke, but could never get our hands on the little bitches."

Emma struggled against her restraints, wanting to attack the men.

Hector rubbed his hand on Emma's thigh. "But I got more than my hands on and in Brooke." He began chuckling.

Troy shot Hector in the head, putting an end to his laughter for good. "What a psycho." He walked towards the exist, put his hand against the wall, and sighed. "I wanted to kill everyone you knew before I killed you, Emma; but Hector wanted to keep Noah alive because he built a bond with the boy and I decided it would be better to kill you and let your friends live without you…just as I did without Brandon."

"What about my parents?"

"Oh," Troy swung his body back to Emma. "I'm going to kill your whore mother, but I think I'll let your drunk of a dad live. Having him live with the guilt of indirectly causing his only daughter's death."

"You haven't killed my mom?" Emma was slightly relieved.

"No, she's unconscious." Troy answered. "Luckily, for me, you had your earplugs on quite loudly." He looked to Scott. "I am, however," he pointed the gun at Scott as he spoke, "going to kill him before I kill you." Troy then whispered in Emma's ear, "Just so you can watch."

Headlights shone in through the windows.

"Who the hell is that!?" Troy stormed to the windows.

Scott smelled gunpowder and said, "Hunters."

Troy looked at all the Hunters. "They don't look like people Gerard would associate himself with."

"They're not Argents," Scott told him. "They're Mexican Hunters."

Audrey and Brooke came up behind the Hunters. They stepped out and went straight to Araya.

"You know what to do!" Araya cried out.

"Your plan is not ours," Audrey and Brooke said simultaneously.

Araya and the others looked to them and saw their eyes were completely white. She grinned and announced, "Las Tres Destinos!"

The other Hunters turned to Araya and the two Moirai.

"What would you have us do?" Araya asked.

They answered with another question, "Do you have a sniper?"

A Hunter with a sniper stood next to Araya.

"Aim your weapon at the first window on the left, wait for our signal, and kill the one known as Troy James," the two commanded and went towards the house.

"What the hell?" Troy positioned himself in the living room to where he could see the front door and took aim with his gun.

Audrey and Brooke came into the house and faced Troy, standing in front of the door.

"Troy James," all three Moirai said.

Troy heard Emma and backed away, pointing his gun at her. He was shaking in fear at how both her eyes had changed, one becoming solid white and the other's iris turning black.

The sniper told Araya Troy's head was in his crosshairs.

Audrey turned to Araya and Araya immediately told the sniper to shoot.

The bullet went through Troy's skull, killing him.

Scott began to transform into a wolf.

"Get the Alpha!" Araya shouted.

The three girls snapped back to their original selves.

Audrey kicked the door shut and used the wall between the entrance and living room to pin herself against the door.

Emma told Scott to run.

Brooke untied Emma.

Scott bolted out of the house, through the back door.

Araya told some of them to go around the back, but Scott was too fast and his dark fur blended in with the night leaving them without a proper shot.

Emma grabbed Scott's clothes and the Hunters that were attempting to open the door backed away.

"Should we go?" One of them asked Araya.

"After I speak to these girls," Araya growled.

The three girls stepped out and faced the Hunters. All three heard their own voice, in their heads, telling them to scream.

Araya said, "We will kill him."

The three screamed.

A sound wave coming from them, rippled through the air.

The Hunters all stood still.

"Damn…you," Araya struggled to say.

"They're paralyzed," Emma said in astonishment.

Audrey yelled, "No time to question it, let's go!" She ran to her car and Brooke and Emma followed.

The three sped off from the scene, going straight to Emma's home.

"Oh no," a Hunter fearfully said.

Araya looked to the houses entrance and saw red glowing eyes in the darkness.

Margaret woke up, face down, in the living room floor. She felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She groaned as she picked herself off the floor, put on her glasses, and answered her phone. "Hello?"

"Margaret," an officer was on the other line, "we need you to come to the James's old home."

Margaret remembered what happened to her and leaped to her feet. "Emma!" She yelled away from the phone, but there was no answer. "I need to find my daughter first," she told the officer.

"If I know your daughter, what happened here, has to do with her somehow."

Margaret rushed out the door and drove hastily to the crime scene.

Scott came in the house through the door in the kitchen, covering his privates with his hands.

Moments later, Audrey, Brooke, and Emma returned to Emma's home.

There, Emma gave Scott his clothes and Brooke called Noah to tell him everything.

"No, don't come here," Brooke said to Noah. "I'm sure the cops will be here soon to question us, just wait until I call you again."

Noah agreed and the two hung up.

A knock came from Emma's front door.

They all stood, not knowing what to expect.

"Who could that be?" Emma asked no one in particular.

Scott sniffed the air. "It can't be." He rushed to the door and answered it. "Theo?"

Theo was standing in front of the door with Araya's head stuck in his claws. "Scott," Theo said before falling into the house.

"Oh my god!" Brooke exclaimed.

Scott pulled Theo further into the house, telling Emma to shut the door.

"What's on his back?" Audrey asked.

Scott grabbed Araya's head and told Theo to relax.

Theo's claws retracted and Scott held Araya's head, not knowing what to do.

"Put it in the sink," Emma instructed. "We can clean it with bleach after we think of what to do with the head."

Scott did as Emma advised.

Audrey pulled up Theo's shirt, revealing two circles carved into his back.

The circles were carved vertically and overlapped one quarter of the other.

Scott came back and asked Theo what happened to him.

Theo sat up, nearly shaking. "Alec and the others…we found Monroe. I didn't call you because I knew you were busy and thought we could handle it ourselves. It was just her and a few thugs anyways." Theo chuckled.

Scott squatted down to Theo's level, visibly worried for his friend.

Theo's grin vanished and he continued his story. "We got there and we were on top of it all, until they arrived. A pack swooped in and killed everyone, including Monroe."

"The war is over?" Brooke asked.

"Doubtful," Scott quickly answered. He could smell Theo's fear. "Tell me about this pack."

"H-he killed Alec and the others and carved their symbol into my back. He told me it was meant to be an insult to ours."

Scott grew angrier by the second.

"His pack, Scott." Theo looked up to Scott's eyes. "His pack is a Chimera. A pack of different shape shifters."

"Like what?" Scott pressed.

Theo searched for the words, his fear mixing with anxiousness.

Scott got closer, urging Theo to speak.

"He can transform like Peter was able to," Theo started. "I-in his pack there's a Kanima."

"What?" Scott asked, absolutely baffled.

Theo continued, "There's a Werecoyote, another Werewolf, and a Werejaguar with her own Berserker."

"God," Emma said as she wrapped her arms around herself.

"That's not all," Theo said. "He has a Wereshark, a Hydra, and even a Lowenmensch. Scott, they aren't like anything we've fought before."

Scott stood, the smell of fear permeated the room. He noticed his hands shake before his entire body did the same.

"Scott," Theo stood. "He wants our pack…to go to war with his."