AUNTIE KATE: “Come on, Werewolf! Show me your teeth . . . like in the Lady Gaga song!”
ALLISON: “Really Kate? You’ve got this hot specimen of man meat in front of you, and HIS MOUTH is the first thing you want to
unzip pop open? Are you sure we’re really related?”
How’s it hanging, Werebangers? This is sure shaping up to be one heck of a season finale, isn’t it? After weeks of speculation, and analysis, the Teen Wolf writers FINALLY seem to be giving us answers to the burning questions we’ve been asking ourselves all season.
And what better backrop for those jawdropping reveals than a High School Dance? (Well, in truth, some of those reveals came about in a vet’s office, a mall, a warehouse torture chamber, a football field, inside a bus, and in the creepy forest, but still . . .)
So, ramp up your car to 75 in a 25 mph Construction Zone, let the Alpha help you pick out your pretty little dress, and give your gay best friend a big manly hug, because it’s time to get this recap started . . .
(Once again, a big round of wolfy applause to my pal Andre, for the spectacular screencaps you see here. I couldn’t have done it without you, Mister!)
Rattling the Cages . . .
“Sorry about the chains, and the electric shocks, Derek. These days, this is the only way I can get men to sleep with me.”
“Formality” begins right where “Co-Captain” left off (well, actually, it begins a few hours after that time, but Allison conveniently “flashes back” for us, to fill in the blanks). As a tearful Allison is cruising through Beacon Hills in the rain . . .
“Does this camera angle make my face look fat?”
. . . she recalls Auntie Kate using poor Wolfed-Out (and deliciously shirtless) Derek as a science experiment in electrical conduction . . .
“How dry I am. How wet, I’ll be. If I don’t find . . . the bathroom key . . .”
We see a Crazy-Eyed Auntie Kate gleefully describing the Family Business, as Allison looks on in disgust and horror. Auntie Kate clearly never took a marketing class, because she SUCKS at selling her niece on the job of werewolf hunting. For example, coldly telling Allison that she sees Derek as nothing more than an animal, is a REALLY stupid thing to say to Allison . . . the girl who rescued a stray dog she accidentally hit with her car . . . a girl who wrote Peta about her father’s “accidental shooting” of a mountain lion. Allison is CLEARLY an animal lover . . . just ask Scott . . .
Auntie Kate’s tactics of persuasion improve slightly, when she plays the “I can make you feel strong and powerful,” card, and the “Your parents thought you were too immature and weak to know about this, but I think you can handle it. Because I believe in you,” card.
These statements make Allison at least a little bit intrigued about what happens next. “So, what do I do now?” She inquires. “Go to the dance, and act like a normal teenage girl. Because after that . . you are going to help me catch the Second Beta.”
Wait . . . the Second Beta? But that’s Scott!
UH OH! I smell trouble . . .
If at First You Get a Speeding Ticket, Cry, Cry Again . . .
“I swear, Officer. I haven’t been drinking. It’s just that I have this werewolf in my basement, being electrocuted, as we speak. Surely, you understand.”
Back in “Present Day,” Allison is out on the road in the rain, having a Mini Meltdown over the information she just received, when Papa Stiles pulls her over for going 75 in a 25 mph Construction Zone IN THE RAIN. The fact that Allison is bawling her eyes out, and having a major mental meltdown, right there in the car, clearly
gives Papa Stiles a hard-on softens Papa Stiles’ heart, while keeping her from getting the speeding ticket she SO richly deserves right now.
“I also think she’s kind of sexy. Shhhh. Don’t tell Stiles.”
I’d be lying if I said that I haven’t tried this particular method of “Speeding Ticket” evasion. After all, what good is being a member of the “fairer sex,” if you can’t use that fact to your advantage, somehow? And yes, it works . . . just in case you happened to be curious . . . it works like a charm.
Coincidentally, so does THIS . . . not that I would know from personal experience.
Allison starts nuttily babbling on about how she’s “not like this,” and that she’s “strong,” and “should definitely get a ticket.” By the time Allison is done with Poor Papa Stiles, he barely remembers his own name, let alone Allison’s specific infraction(s). In fact, Allison’s SO DAMN GOOD AT THIS, that she somehow manages to get Papa Stiles to BEG her not to have to give her a ticket. Now, THAT’s what I’m talking about! Way to go, Allison!
“I know . . . I’m awesome.”
With Papa Stiles out of earshot, a mask of calm falls over Allison’s face, and a nefarious glint appears in her eye. “I’m OK,” she says to herself, and as if to prove it, we get to see her SHOOT AN ARROW UP POOR DEREK HALE’S NOSE . . . well, at least the artist-sketched poster picture of his nose.
“She shoots . . .”
“. . . she SCORES!”
(That’s NOT cool, Allison. I don’t think we can be friends, anymore.)
Meanwhile, Scott is shirtless (SURPRISE!), and still being felt up by That Veterinarian Everyone Used to Think Was the Alpha . . .
Beware of Alpha’s carrying wooden desks . . .
VET: “You’re obviously feeling lightheaded, from all the bloodloss. You should lie back down, and take off your pants. You will feel better.”
SCOTT: “What does taking off my pants have to do with it?”
VET: “Well, that would make ME feel better . . .”
Our first big reveal of the hour happens
in Scott’s pants inside the vets office, where Uncle Alpha has come looking to “pick up” some precious shirtless cargo.
Uncle Alpha’s inquiry seems consistent with those viewers who assumed that the vet was in league with the Big Bad Werewolf, and somehow, doing his bidding. However, the vet’s response to Uncle Alpha smashes THAT theory to bits. Rising to eye-level with the Beast, Vet Man fixes his steely gaze on the villain, and tells him, in no uncertain terms that he will NOT deliver Scott to him.
*sings* “I’m sorry that you . . . seem to be confused . . . he belongs to me . . . THE BOY IS MINE!”
Uncle Alpha then attempts to threaten Vet Man, by showing some claw. However, Vet Man is two steps ahead of him. Apparently, the gate between the entrance way and Vet Man’s office is either made with, or been covered by, “mountain ash,” which keeps werewolves in their human form. Nice move, Vet Dude!
Of course, the absolute COOLEST part of the scene comes when Uncle Alpha lifts up a desk, and THROWS it right at the vet’s stomach, only to find that his body can perfectly deflect the impact, a la Superman!
He has a stomach of steel . . . he neuters your pets., with a single pluck . . . they won’t even feel it, when he shoots them in the ass with a rabies shot. He’s . . . VET MAN!
“Rats! Foiled Again!”
In case you’ve been counting, that’s Vet Man: 3, Alpha: 0. Three strikes, and your OUT! Don’t let the door hit you, where the Good Lord split you . . . Of course, Uncle Alpha has a few choice words for Scott, before he leaves the vets office for good. Uncle Alpha wants his pack minion to know that if he doesn’t straighten up, and fly right, the Alpha will . . . wait for it . . . KILL ALLISON!
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO . . . wait . . . why am I still holding his key?”
Later, back at Scott’s house . . .
Well, Well, Well . . . Look Who’s FINALLY decided to play hero . . .
“This sounds like a job for . . . NON DOUCHEY SCOTT!”
Oh, Scottiepoo! For 10 episodes, you’ve pretty much walked around with your head up your ass . . . ignoring your wolfy responsibilities, while your smarter (Stiles) and
hotter stronger (Derek) friends, did your dirty work for you.
Now, all the sudden, the finale is here, and you realize that, if you want to make your character likeable for Season 2, he’s going to have to stop thinking about how to please his weiner all the time, and START kicking ass, and taking names . . .
“Hi, my name is Scott. What’s yours?”
In this scene we find Scott and Stiles searching in vain for Scott’s ever-elusive cell phone. (Dude! The things been taken from you and/or broken about twelve times since the series began. It’s time to cut your losses, and invest in an iPhone. Or better yet, just HOWL. Trust me, your friends (all two of them) will hear you!
SCOTT: “Allison? Are you down here?”
STILES: “I thought you were looking for your phone?”
SCOTT: “Yeah, but it’s been about 30 seconds since I said the word ‘Allison.’ I’m starting to go through withdrawal symptoms.”
Scott frantically tells Stiles that they have to find and rescue Derek. In an intriguing reversal of roles, it is now the normally self-sacrificing Stiles who instructs Scott to just let Poor Derek rot away in that hunter warehouse (or should I say were-house). Stiles reminds Scott that, just last week, Derek seemed pretty intent on killing BOTH Jackson and Scott. However, I think the REAL reason Stiles doesn’t want Derek rescued, is that he’s jealous
because Danny finds “Miguel” more attractive than Stiles of Derek’s hot abs. (OK . . . no . . . I don’t ACTUALLY think that. But, whatever . . .)
(That lame joke was just an excuse to use this GIF again . . .Oh, and while we’re at it . . .)
Sorry . . . I just couldn’t resist.
Scott, who is “connected” to Derek, through the whole “Pack Thing,” explains to Stiles that Derek wasn’t REALLY trying to kill anybody. Rather, he was attempting to protect Scott, and, by extension, Jackson, from both the Hunters, and the Alpha. Outside, Scott overhears his mother in her car leaving a rather clingy stalkerish message on Alpha’s answering machine.
“Hi Uncle Alpha. This is Desperation calling. Please arrange another date with me, or I will be forced to do naughty things with my son’s lacrosse stick.”
Geez! Given how creepy and cold the Alpha seemed on the “couple’s” first date, Mommy McCall must be REAL hard up for some loving to want a little Alpha in her! And, perhaps because she realizes that this, is in fact, the case, she proceeds to burst into tears.
(What . . . is there a “crying in cars” theme to this week’s episode, about which I am unaware?)
Stiles instructs Scott that he can’t protect ANYONE, because he’s pretty much a selfish turd, who only cares about keeping Allison safe, and can give two figs about anyone else everyone.
“I have to,” says Scott “bravely.”
Is Scott’s new foray into Superhero-dom too little, too late? Only time will tell . . .
Meanwhile, back in Auntie Kate’s Torture Chamber / Were-house / S&M Pleasure Dome . . .
“Is that your tongue on my stomach, or are you just happy to see me?”
OH Derek, you can ravage me with those, “I want to murder you, in your sleep” eyes ANYDAY (and twice on Sunday!) . . .
The episode’s second big reveal, happens during the S&M Scene between Derek and Kate. More and more, each week, Auntie Kate seems to prove what a ridiculously evil nutball she actually is . . . Now we see her holding Derek’s New York drivers license to his face, and telling him to smile more. (I don’t know, Auntie Kate. I kind of prefer my Derek mad and pouty, thank you very much!)
By the way, can anyone make out the Birth Year on Derek’s license? I’m guessing it’s either 86, 88, or 89 . . .
When Derek remarks that he would very much like to kick Auntie Kate in the face, the wackadoodle somehow interprets this as a COME ON.
All the sudden, Auntie Kate wants to reminisce about all the “Fun Times” she and Derek had together. “You mean when you burned down my house, and killed my entire family?” Derek asks angrily.
“I was thinking more of the really hot, and crazy sex we used to have!” Kate responds.
That’s right, Werebangers! As many of us suspected, Kate and Derek used to do the DEED together, back in the day. What we DIDN’T know was that, much like with the Creepy Emo Chemistry Teacher, Kate played Derek (who must have been underage at the time) like a fiddle, to get what she wanted from him
namely, to have her brains f*&ked out of her : information as to the whereabouts of the rest of his were family. So now, not only does Derek feel responsible for his own family’s demise, and the rise of Uncle Alpha. He’s also suffering from a Broken Heart. I mean, he actually fell in love with this Crazy B*tch!
(By the way, Vampire Diaries’ fans, does this scenario REMIND you of anybody, in particular?)
“Kiss me, or kill me, Damon. Which will it be?”
(Special thanks to East Coast Captain, for this parallel. Though HE used Stefan and Katherine in HIS example . . .)
Having been given this information, I now feel like I have so much more insight into Derek’s character, and why he is the way he is: i.e. uncommonly broody, unsmiling, not particularly trusting of others, and, perhaps, most importantly, perpetually single, despite looking like THIS . . .
Another aspect of Derek’s character that makes a lot more sense now, is his broken-record insistence that Scott break all ties with Allison. Contrary to popular belief, he’s not saying those things to be a cockblock! He simply doesn’t want Scott to make the same mistakes that HE DID, by giving his trust, and his heart to a Were-Hunter, only to eventually have both irretrievably ripped from his chest!
Unfortunately, just as us Werebangers are putting the puzzle pieces together, so is Auntie Kate. And it is by using the above-reference that KATE finally figures out that the second Beta is not Jackson at all, but, rather Scott.
Uh Oh . . .
Before our brains can fully process all the information we’ve just been given, those PERVS over in the Teen Wolf writing department treat us to the sexiest, raunchiest, and arguably most disturbing example of foreplay, I’ve seen in a while. I mean, I definitely needed a cold shower after watching this, both to water down my raging hormones, and to wash that dirty feeling off of me.
In the scene, Auntie Kate decides to torture a handcuffed, electroshocked, sweaty and shirtless Derek (who, thankfully, is back in his sexy human form), by licking his stomach, starting in the crotch area, and slowly working her way up to his neck.
Tyler Hoechlin plays the scene brilliantly, as someone who’s overcome with hatred for his torturer, but who can’t help but become aroused by what she’s doing to him, and the memory it undoubtedly evokes in both his psyche and his . . . um . . . yahoo place. 🙂
Derek’s fangs come out, in the werewolf (and vampire form of an erection), as he bucks and grunts, tears filling his eyes, trying to keep his body from having its natural response to being licked. His face turns down toward the Evil Auntie Kate, and he has to fight the urge to kiss her, with all his might. The humilation and emasculation he is undoubtedly feeling in this very moment, is far worse than any physical pain Auntie Kate can inflict on Derek. And, of course, PHYSICAL PAIN is about to become an issue, as well . . .
Once Auntie Kate has had her way with Derek, she sicks Mr. Clean, “The Enforcer” on his ass . . .
Speaking of pain, ever since he and Allison have “broken up,” Creeper Scott has apparently taken to sitting on her roof, and watching her sleep. Now, if you asked him about this, he’d probably say he’s just “keeping her safe.” But really, he’s just being icky. Seeing him there, I also couldn’t help but wonder whether Allison’s Wet Scott Dreams were more based in reality than I had initially thought.
Nevertheless, when Scott dozed off, and fell off the roof, I left my ass off, because dude DESERVED IT, BIG TIME, as far as I was concerned.
I mean, I don’t care how attracted I am to a person, I REALLY don’t want them watching me sleep from my window. It’s probably not a pretty sight . . .
Also, HOW THE HECK do Allison’s parents NOT KNOW that there’s a DUDE ON THEIR ROOF, EVERY NIGHT? Hunters FAIL!
“DO IT, for Allison!”
We are treated to yet another locker room scene in this episode . . .
Unfortunately, this time, everyone seems to be wearing a disappointing amount of clothing . . .
During this scene, Coach Cupcake confirms our suspicions that Scott is a Mental Midget, because he’s failing two classes, and doing fairly lousy in all his other ones. Normally,
coaches pad good athletes grades to make sure they don’t flunk out bad grades like Scott’s would spell an end to his lacrosse career. However, Coach Cupcake has brokered a compromise: Scott can stay on the team, provided he misses the school dance. Really? THAT’S A COMPROMISE? Sounds like Scott got off kind of easy to me.
Of course, to Scott, the idea of not being able to use the school dance as an opportunity to get back inside the Argent pantalones is a fate worse than DEATH! Worried for Allison’s safety from a hungry vengeance-seeking Alpha, Scott approaches Jackson, and asks HIM to take Allison to the dance in his place.
“What’s the matter, Jackson? Got a bad case of deja vu?”
My first thought, of course, was, Why not just ask Stiles to do it? After all, he is ALWAYS RIGHT!
Well . . . we’ll see why he didn’t, later. 😉
I suspect one of the purposes of this episode was to make Jackson seem as patently unlikeable as possible. Otherwise, I’m a bit confused by his reaction to this request. I mean, I get that Jackson was only seducing Allison to get under Scott’s skin. But, really . . . Jackson is a heterosexual (maybe?) teenage boy, and Allison’s a HOT GIRL, who’s not a total b*tch. Plus, he genuinely did seem to like her, at least as a friend, during some of the earlier episodes.
And yet, by the way Jackson reacted to Scott’s request, you would think he was asking him to insert a claw down his throat . . . oh wait . . . he already did that. 😉
In fact, Scott actually has to WOLF OUT on Jackson to get him to agree to take Allison to the dance. Weird . . .
The scene ends with a Bromantic Stiles and Scott moment, in which Stiles eagerly agrees to help the poverty striken Scott somehow find clothing and a ride to a dance he’s not allowed to attend, even though there will be lots of people there who would like to see him dead. All together now:
Maybe Jackson had a point, when he said that these two should screw eachother AWWWW!
Thank you Macy’s, for your SUPER SUBTLE Product Placement . . .
After last week, when Allison not-so-subtly threatened Lydia with her archery skills, and massive weapons arsenal, the stuffy red head decided she better do something to get herself back into Allison’s good graces, after making out with her “ex” boyfriend, and FAST. Lydia’s solution: buy Allison a dress for the school dance.
Sounds like a pretty good apology, right? But Allison wants MORE. She wants Lydia to change her date to the formal from Random Extra Dude to This GUY! (YIPPEE)
It’s interesting that Lydia doesn’t make any mention at all of the fact that Allison is attending the dance with HER ex-boyfriend, who she is clearly not yet over. I mean, on one hand, her previous actions, put her not really in the place to say anything. On the other hand, wouldn’t THIS already make them even, without the dress and the date change. Not that I’m complaining, of course. As you know, I love me some Liles (Stydia?).
Somehow, Allison finds herself separated from Lydia and Stiles. So, of course, the minute she’s alone, a leering Uncle Alpha makes his appearance. (Honestly, this part was kind of lame. I mean, even if Scott and the rest of the Scooby Gang DIDN’T find Allison, Uncle Alpha REALLY wasn’t going to be able to do her any harm, in this crowded of a place. Then again, maybe he was just doing this to prove a point. More on that later . . .)
By the way, WHAT THE HECK IS UP WITH UNCLE ALPHA’S HAIR?
Anywhoo, apparently, Uncle Alpha is the Tim Gunn of Teen Wolf, because he had all these random fashion tips for Allison about what dress would best suit her coloring.
“Make it work, Allison!”
Uncle Alpha can be pretty darn persuasive, when he wants to be (even without wolf pack mind control powers). And Allison ultimately selects the silver dress
the costume department Uncle Alpha chose for her, instead of the darker colored one she had originally chosen. Oddly enough, Lydia goes with a silvery dress too, which you would think she would avoid at all costs, so as not to look like she had coordinated dresses with Allison, but . . . whatever.
Long story short, Scott sees Uncle Alpha making a move on his girl, and just like he did with his mom before him, Scott stages a distraction, in the form of having her car towed, to get her out of harms way. Uncle Alpha repeats that he is impressed with Scott’s “dedication to the cause.” However, he reminds Scottipoo that “he can’t be everywhere all the time.” As I suggested in an earlier paragraph, I’m pretty sure that Uncle A’s accosting Allison in the mall, was meant more to prove the above point, than to do anything more harmful to her person.
“Go out and get yourself laid, Son! (At least ONE person in this family should be getting some.)
“Well, at least it’s easy access.”
Back at the McCall crib, Scott has found himself a natty, ill-shapen ripped up suit to wear to the dance. Mama McCall (who never offered to buy her son a suit) makes up for this infraction, somewhat, by offering to sew up this ugly one for him. While she does this, she wonders out loud why Scott didn’t just find another dance partner, after Allison dumped his ass. (Of course, Mommy McCall has NO idea that Scott isn’t allowed to be attending the dance AT ALL, let alone with a DATE.)
In a scene that was equal parts sweet, nauseating, and WAY TOO LONG for my taste, Mommy encourages Scotty Dearest to tell Allison that he loves her, before it’s too late. Yes, Mommy McCall, because HIGH SCHOOL is all about finding “The One.” Drunken flings, and random hook-ups, be DAMNED! That being said, I very much approved of Mommy McCall telling her son not to be a dumbass. Truer words were never spoken.
Good Ole, Danny! (He’s one of the Best Looking Plot Devices I’ve Ever Seen . . .)
I’ve shown it once before, but it bears repeating . . .
Outside in the parking lot, Jackson is in his car, drinking from a flask, because apparently he needs to be wasted to go to a dance with a hottie like Allison. (Seriously, what the f*&k is wrong with this douchebag? What the writers are doing with this character is stretching the realms of believeability . . .) Realizing that Jackson’s going to be about as much fun as root canal, Allison steps out of the car, and smiles broadly, when she sees Scott running across the roof of the school. And suddenly all
the lame, random, plot driven reasons why she dumped him are all is forgiven, between them. After all, it could be worse, she could be dating JACKSON.
Somebody who WANTS to be dating Jackson very badly is Lydia, who seems more than a bit distracted when the goofy but adorable Stiles, opens the passenger side door of his jeep, allowing her to practically fall out of it. When Jackson all but ignores Lydia in the parking lot, she is crushed. Fortunately, sweetheart Stiles is there to tell her how pretty she looks in her Allison look-alike dress . . .
At the dance, an awesome song is playing that I will be downloading onto my iPod, as soon as I finish writing this recap, thank you very much! It is called “Just a Little Bit,” by Kids of 88, and it’s pretty awesome.
Scott enters the dance, only to find himself cornered by BOTH Coach Cupcake, and Uncle Alpha at the SAME TIME. (OK, who the f*&k let Uncle Alpha into the dance? Because that’s the oldest looking 16-year old I’ve ever seen!)
Guess he didn’t like that, huh?
I usually make fun of Scott’s idiocy, but I have to say, that his impromptu “dance with Danny,” in order to prevent Coach Cupcake from publicly kicking him out of the dance (He would have looked like a total homophobe, and probably got sued, or fired, if he did.) was pretty inspired thinking.
“May I cut in?”
And, of course, once again, Danny gets used and abused as the Gay Plot Device. Here’s hoping Ole Danny Boy gets some storylines of his own, next season, because he seems pretty cool. (And so does his hot boyfriend, for that matter. . . )
Dance Until You Die?
Since neither Jackson nor Lydia seem interested in dancing, both Allison and Stiles must engage in a little creative persuasion to get their respective dates onto the dance floor. My favorite of the two, not surprisingly, was Stiles, who was TOTALLY channeling early Season 1 Seth Cohen, when he told Lydia to “get off her cute little ass and dance with him,” since he “had a crush on her since the third grade,” and “is the only one who knows how truly smart she is.”
As if all that wasn’t adorable enough, Stiles tells Lydia that he suspects she will get a Nobel Prize for solving some complex Mathematical Equation. And she corrects him, by noting that she will be getting a Fields Price, not a Nobel. The two slow dance together, for a while. And Lydia, actually seems fairly into it, with her head tucked carefully into the crook of the not-so-tall Stiles’ neck.
Unfortunately, Lydia can’t help but notice that Jackson has wandered off. Stiles senses her concerns and agrees to accompany her, while she searches for him, to make sure he’s OK.
It’s actually kind of sad, because Lydia does TRULY seem to love and care about Jackson. However, he’s way too shallow, and into himself, to ever genuinely return those feelings. Once again, Team Liles for Season 2!
(Assuming Lydia makes it there alive.)
While the rest of the gang is outside, doing productive things, Scott and Allison are dancing close together. He finally admits that he loves her, and, blah, blah, blah lkjfslkjfsldkfjs;lkj . . . that was my head hitting the keyboard, because I just fell asleep typing these last two sentences . . .
Scott tries to talk to Allison about the whole Werewolf & Werehunter / Romewolf & Juliet Thing, but Allison, who is determined to enjoy her last few hours as a “normal teenage girl” (whatever that is), doesn’t really want to hear it . . .
Out in the creepy forest, a drunken Jackson weebles and wobbles (but doesn’t fall down). In the distance he sees two familiar red orbs, that he assumes are the eyes of the Alpha.
“I SEE YOU!”
In a truly pathetic moment, Jackson prostrates himself on the ground, begging the Alpha to “Become like [him].” (By the way, was anybody else hoping he’d get EATEN in this scene? Because I sure was!)
Alas, the red orbs didn’t come from a hungry Alpha ready to eat Jackson, they were from the Papa Argent and his hunter’s infrared flashlights. “I’m sorry. I can’t give you what you want,” Papa Argent tells a sniveling Jackson. “But maybe you can help me.”
“You should have seen what a moron you looked like out there. That was HILARIOUS!”
Within minutes, Jackson sings like a canary, giving Scott up as the second Beta. (Of course, Auntie Kate figured this out HOURS ago. However, apparently she has been keeping her S&M games with Derek a secret from the rest of the Hunters, and they have NO idea, where she is, or what she is up to . . .)
Elsewhere, Lydia rushes to the football field in search of Jackson, but finds Uncle Alpha, and his razor sharp teeth, instead. Stiles screams for her to run, but it is too late.
She is bitten . . . A LOT, and falls unconscious.
“What are you talking about Stiles? There’s nobody behind me!”
Uncle Alpha promises not to kill her (though from the looks of next week’s promo, he may have already . . . unless she’s been TURNED), provided Stiles inform him where Derek is. Stiles, honestly, has no clue where Sexy McWolf is hiding. However, he cleverly reasons, that Derek knew he would be captured at La Casa de Old and Decrepit, which was why he stole Scott’s cell phone. Since all cell phones have GPS, Uncle Alpha can use this feature to track Derek to the hunters lair, which, of course, is EXACTLY what Auntie Kate wants . . . aside from more Derek lollipop licks, of course.
If This Bus is a Rockin’ . . .
Elsewhere, Scott and Allison have stopped dancing. And Allison gets the SUPER TACKY idea that Scott should screw her on a school bus . . . nevermind that some dude DIED ON THERE, a few weeks back. School buses are ROMANTIC! What with those super comfy green seats, and the omnipresent smell of teenage body odor, intermingled with rotten lunch? Who wouldn’t want to bone on a school bus?
“Go Speed Argent, GO!”
Scott has nowhere to run, and Allison is certain that he will be squished like a bug.
Instead, he jumps on top of the cars, wolfing out right in front of Allison for the first time, just as Papa Argent suspected he would. Allison looks horrified.
Wolf Scott looks sad.
“To Be Continued” appears on the screen . . .
Oh the humanity of cliffhangers!
Next week’s trailer promises a major death, and a major werewolf transformation. Personally, I would LOVE to see Lydia turn werewolf. Because wouldn’t that just TOTALLY dust Jackson’s doilies?
“Wahhh! Why couldn’t it be MEEEEEE?”
Also, I REALLY don’t want her to die, because I’m eager to see how her relationship with Stiles plays out in Season 2 . . . 😉
As for major deaths, my money is on either Papa Argent or Auntie Kate. Jackson is a possibility too, of course, but that might slice the “young cast” down too much for fans’ taste. And besides, we wouldn’t get to see nearly as much of Danny, if his best friend croaked, now would we?’
(Plus, then we would never be able to answer the burning question of whether he finds Stiles attractive!)
So, now I turn the proverbial microphone over to you, Werebangers! What did you think of “Formality?” Was it everything you wanted it to be? What’s on your wish list for Part II? And who are your choices to win the awards for Newest Werewolf and Deadest Cast Member, respectively. Sound off in the comment section, if you DARE!