Down in the forest, there is a tree.
What's left of one, anyway.
The Nemeton calls another supernatural creature to its town.
The blood that drips onto it forms a circle.
"The dead can wait. It's not like we have a plan to explain them all coming back, and if Dr. Deaton can preserve the other bodies we need, then we'll be fine."
"Erica and Boyd are likely past our help. We don't have a solution to the decay problem that can withstand daily life."
"I'll wait. But you might want to think about holding the source of all that nice, regenerative blood."
"I can put something together, I just need to look at what they have already in place."
"Are you offering to hold him until we can come up with a more permanent solution?"
"She's a visitor from another world. Her magic can move things. It's as broad as it sounds. Her name is Ellie, I'm Scott, this is Theo. You know Dr. Deaton."
"He rejected his alpha. He inspired loyalty in hunters, other betas, a werecoyote, a kitsune, a banshee...he hasn't killed."
"Ellie, if I can give you access to the right material, can you build an effective prison?"
"If you want a design beyond 'walls', you will need to supply that as well."