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[Have a bombshell-blonde teen werewolf, Keeliai. She's dressed in the same outfit she wore to a rave and leaning both elbows on the console as she stares straight into the camera.

While she doesn't start by naming Isaac, Scott, and Stiles specifically, it likely obvious to them that her first statement is aimed in their direction.]

Boys, I know you're busy with your baking or whatever you're up to [what's up with that by the way?] but I'm here now so why don't you come out, come out, wherever you are?

[Ending with a sing-song voice, she addresses anyone else who might be paying attention to her feed.]

To the rest of you, that's one hell of a song and dance they do for you back at the palace, isn't it? Too bad it's probably full of lies or something.

[Her smile fades as she makes a face and gives a deliberate, dramatic sigh.]

So, anyone want to help a girl out and give me the 101 on place? Because this network doesn't have Google or WikiLeaks.

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[Well, it's a relief to hear that Gerard is beaten. That Scott helps Boyd earns him points as well, as far as Erica is concerned. It means something that he's there if Derek isn't.

But she doesn't understand the circumstances, doesn't understand how. Or a few things for another matter.]

Who is Cora and who are the alphas? There's more than one?

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Cora is Derek's sister. She didn't die in the big Hale house fire. She was in South America. The Alphas are a pack of alphas who come to town the next school year. Alpha wolves who've -- banded together under one big bad alpha wolf.

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[She stares.]

So let me make sure I've got this straight: The Kanima gets taken care of. Gerard gets taken care of too. Derek finds his sister who he didn't even know had survived the fire, and a pack of alphas comes into town...for what, exactly?

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For Derek. [ And he doesn't know, but, for Scott. ] It's a long story. The point is, Scott's a good person and a really good friend. And I trust him. With my life.

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[She doesn't take his words lightly from him. They both have their own reasons to distrust anyone and everyone until proven otherwise. That he vouches for Scott means something. It doesn't mean she's going to be all buddy-buddy with Scott now, but she might give him the opportunity to prove it himself.]

Alright. You trust him with your life. What about me? Do you still trust me too?

[She's hoping the question is distanced enough from matters of timelines enough that he'll answer, and she wants that answer to be yes. Though, if it's no then it might explain why everyone's acting so damned weird around her.]

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[ He sighs, wanting to say he does and then he realizes he does. ]

Yeah. I do.

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[Tension easing slightly, she nods, sighs. Takes a few steps back so they can actually go sit down now.]

But you're not going to tell me anything either are you? Stiles is worried about a time paradox or something and won't say a damn thing.

[It's clear from her tone of voice that she's not holding out hope that Isaac is going to say any differently, but she has to ask anyway. Just in case she's wrong.]

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[ He instinctively follows her steps. ]

We're keeping something from him. [ He says that quickly, to try and make her feel better. ] You're not the only one. It's just better that we don't. [ He tries not to make it sound like some grave event. ] But, a lot's happened. Things changed. I guess I... I got a handle on my wolf. [ He goes to sit down on her couch. It's not as good as his. Not that this is the time to care about that. ] I can't just do what I want.

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[Erica feels slightly better that they're keeping something from Stiles as well, but that only means Stiles may be making himself feel better keeping things from her as well.]

I'm glad you got a handle on your wolf.

[That much she means at least, and sounds it. However:]

But if you're going to keep things from me, I want your promise that you will tell me if it becomes necessary. If it's something I need to know? Something I should know, you three can't keep it from me.

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If it becomes necessary, if it has to be, I'll be the one to tell you. And I won't hesitate. But, trust me that you don't need to know. Okay?

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[She doesn't like it at all, but she nods, accepting it. This coming from Isaac, she trusts. Hates it, but is willing to accept it.]

Fine. Is there anything else you can tell me at least?

[A slow smile spreads on her face.]

Wouldn't mind having something to hold back from the others if they've got things they won't tell me.

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Stiles' dad has been kidnapped. If it evens things out, then, that's something that's true. And Scott and Allison are broken up so it's probably a good idea not to mention her. And Stiles is still a virgin and very concerned about it.

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[Stiles' dad being kidnapped is rather serious, and if what they're keeping from her is on the same level, well, that's concerning. Scott and Allison breaking up isn't as serious, but oh, isn't that interesting. She'd probably have something to say about it to Scott if Isaac hadn't just asked her not to.

Isaac mentioning Stiles is still a virgin, however, makes her grin.]

I get the feeling that's something he really wouldn't want me to know. Why is he so concerned?

[Which of course is why she's glad Isaac told her.]

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Because there are sacrifices being made. Three virgins were killed. But, the darach moved on from them so he's safe as far as we know. [ Before she asks. ] A darach's a dark druid,

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[Oh. Well that's not quite so entertaining. Especially considering the fact that she doesn't have much in the way of experience herself.

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Who did this darach kill, exactly?

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Random people. We didn't know any of them. Except for Harris.

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Harris is dead?

[Goddamn, how many school staff members have been offed at this point?]

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Yep. [ Sorry. He nods. ]

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Anyone else?

[Anyone else they know, that is. Anyone that would matter to either of them.]

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Erica, you don't want me to answer that. It won't help and it won't change anything. [ But, he pauses, and knows that she's going to think one thing instead of fearing the other. Shit. He looks down, the wound still fresh. ] Boyd, Erica. Boyd's dead.

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[No.

No, no, no. He can't be telling the truth. She can handle hearing that they're from different times. Can handle dealing with being on this crazy turtle. Handle the weird withholding of information they've been doing. She can handle being away from half of their pack.

But Boyd being dead? Oh, that's something she wasn't prepared to deal with.]

No. [She shakes her head, saying nothing for a long while before finally, quietly:] How?

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[ With one "no," he pushes away everything telling him not to and pulls her in for a hug. He gives her this until she asks how and he pulls back, hands still on her shoulders. ]

The alphas came after Derek to teach him a lesson.

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[The hug helps. It's the second they've had and the thing that has made her feel the most steady since she arrived at the palace. Erica squeezes back, holds her hands to his arms and swallows.]

And teaching him a lesson meant killing Boyd? How--He didn't even do anything to deserve it, did he?

[She doesn't ask as if she's wondering. She knows Boyd. Knows enough to know there's nothing he could do to deserve that.]

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They believed Derek killed one of theirs. To pay back, he either joined them or they went after his betas one by one. [ He purses his lips, locking eyes with her finally. ] No, he didn't, Erica.

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[Erica swallows once. She's trying to hold it together but it's hard to even comprehend the fact that in the near future, Boyd dies. Boyd being dead just seems so wrong to her. So unreal. She wants to say Isaac is lying to her but he wouldn't about something like this. All they wanted was to belong, all Boyd wanted was not sit alone at the lunch table anymore and now he's dead.

Erica closes her eyes, tries to keep her voice level but it's hard to keep control. Her hands squeeze his arms tightly as she stares at him.]

Tell me they pay for it, Isaac. They can't...they can't do that to him and get away with it.