Chris nodded politely towards one of the deputies as he crossed the yellow tape at the crime scene, had he been anybody else, he wouldn't have had that privilege. Making his way to the manor's door but, stopping in his tracks once he turned around to find himself alone, Nolan nowhere to be seen.

Eyebrows furrowed, head turning from left to right, then back and forth. Argent decided to walk back to his car where he found Nolan, just sitting in the passenger's seat, entranced by the police cars lights as they continuously flashed between red and blue.

Chris slowly approached the car door, nearing the young man, no mind reading powers were needed to decipher his thoughts, or workout the reason he wasn't moving. Although Nolan seemed very well aware of his surroundings, because he rolled the window down to hear whatever Chris had to say," You were one of the first people she hurt," uttered Chris calmly, before continuing, "I'll understand if you don't want to go in,"

" I don't think I'll forgive myself if I don't," Nolan replied in the same tone.

" Still, you can take some time if you want to,"

After hearing those words, Nolan put on the best determined look he could muster on his face, before opening and pushing the door open, this time, he did walk behind Chris.

The wheels in his head kept spinning relentlessly, he was one of the first feeble minded minions that Monroe enjoyed manipulating and controlling, those were his words when describing his past behavior, and while forgiving was an option, forgetting, unfortunately could not be one.

" Chris!" Scott called out when they stepped into the basement.

" Scott," Argent motioned towards Scott, before turning to Braden and addressing her, " Glad to see you're back in town marshal,"

" You alright, Nolan?" Scott asked when he noticed the silence of the young man.

" Yeah, fine," he simply replied, though his eyes betrayed him, when he kept staring intensely at the spot where the bodies were found.

" You said they were sacrificed?" Chris butted in.

" Yeah, and according to Lydia and the other banshee... That's not the worst part...," said Scott.

" I am assuming the worst part has to do with who did it?" Argent asked again, this time he sounded more cautious.

" It's the same person you fought years ago?" Nolan finally decided to break his silence with that question.

" I completely trust Lydia's words on this, so yes, I have to accept it," Scott stated more to himself than anyone else.

" So, she's back from the dead? Did that banshee give any details on how she was brought back to life?"

" I didn't stay long enough to hear that part of the story," Scott spoke again.

Chris had more questions, " What about the creatures that attacked you? can They be connected?"

" Yes, I think... I'll have to hear more about it from her though, just to be sure,"

Nolan snapped his attention onto something else, it appeared, he seemed to be casing the scene again with a different air on his face, confusion, "Where is Malia?" the young man asked, "Or Peter for that matter?" he added.

"Not here, why?" quizzed Braden.

"They left the hospital a while before we did, she said she was heading here,"

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Now that Nolan pointed it out, Chris's interest was also peeked.

"They probably made a stop somewhere," Scott wasn't entirely convinced by his own words, having more than one supernatural enemy on their tail wasn't really a blessing for their numbers.

"Hope so," finished Braden.

Speaking of Malia, she was driving her car with an ambiguous look on her face, what did it translate into? Peter wondered. Was she upset? was there something she wanted to say to him? Or was she simply worried and uneasy because of the recent events, that was about as much as he could read on her from his peripheral vision. She seemed stiff, too stiff for his comfort,

"Care to share?" he finally asked.

Without reverting her gaze from the road, she spoke, "Share what exactly?"

"Hell, am I supposed to know? Whatever is grinding your gears?"

"You're not really my first pick for that kind of conversation," she simply answered.

"You said that before... I am kinda your only pick right now, considering... We're stuck together in this car," he did his best to conceal his hurt.

"If you think you're 'stuck' with me on this car ride, you really have no right or business blaming me for not talking to you," she clenched her jaw muscles saying those words, clearly more affected than she wanted to let him believe.

"I wasn't talking about myself when I said that,"

"Same, you can't speak for me and ask me to talk at the same time, it's either one or the other,"

"Fine! ... I met Corine when she was in Beacon Hills on a job, we hit it off and..."

"Oh! You gotta be kidding me?" Malia rushed to cut his story off, almost fearing that if he finished it, she'd be forever cursed by his words.

"What? You were clearly changing the subject, we gotta start somewhere!"

"And you think the best place to start, is to remind me of my crazy homicidal mother? Who tried to kill me too ... by the way," with more context, she was referring to the fact that werecoyotes handed down part of their power to their newborns, Corine being her mother, tried to take the power that Malia had inherited from her back, by... killing her, or at least attempting to do so.

"I don't see you pitching in, where else can we start in order to build this... Healthy and normal father daughter relationship?" he instantly quit mid-indignation when Malia slammed her foot on the brakes, "God damn it! Your driving still sucks!" he yelled out as the car wheels squealed harshly against the tar.

When they finally found their way back to the calm of the night, she took a deep breath, her hands still gripping the steering wheel and her eyes still fixed ahead, "Just for a second... One second, did you think that maybe we're not meant to have a normal relationship?" she remained silent for a moment before carrying on, "We never were a normal family to begin with, nothing about us can be qualified as normal, that was never our forté, so consider pulling your weight somewhere else, maybe?"

"Maybe..." after her words, that was all he could quietly mutter, by then she had already restarted the car, and they were on their way again.

"For now, let's just get to that damn house," she added.

They moved steadily since then, each conversing with their own thoughts on the down low. Well, that was until Peter steered the attention on something new, "Wait... How come we're still on the road?"

"What do you mean?" she was ticked off, but kept on going calmly, waiting for his response.

"The road to the house, is not supposed to be this long...," he was alarmed and weary, looking around them from the spaces provided by the windows and the windshield.

"The sky... Look at the sky," Malia pitched in, as she slowed the car down, to allow herself the time to look at the night sky, which was pitch black, the darkness had ingested any hint of gleam, beside the luminescence granted by the headlights of the car.

"I think we drove right into a trap," said Peter, realization dawning on him, they had been driving in some sort of a loop for quite the amount of time, " Where the hell are we?"

Sitting still in the middle of god knew where, at the edge of their seats, they didn't know what to expect, neither did they know when to.

"This is one, very very long night," Peter voiced his thoughts once again.

"That smell..." she pointed out, once her nostrils picked up on a sort of familiar scent around them. By this point, they weren't only still, they were petrified, they knew they weren't alone out there, but that wasn't the most dreadful part of it all. Because then, they had an idea on who was creeping around them, well mainly what was.

Then they heard it, the lowest of growls, also familiar to their ears, that only further confirmed the identity of whatever was surveying them. The voice was unwaveringly climbing in terms of decibels, they were inching closer to the vehicle.

both Malia and Peter turned to face each other, then followed the tone's direction and kept turning to find themselves looking straight towards the back of the car.

"I think this night is about to get longer..." voiced Malia, astonished by the sight that greeted her.

"Holy crap!" added Peter, just as surprised as his daughter. That was the last of their conversation before it, meaning...Before the berserker put his hand under the rear end of the car and just... Flipped it upside down.