Y/N McCall agreed to help her twin brother and best friend find a dead body the night before sophomore year. Now the three of them find themselves with a lot more drama on their hands then just the first day back at school, crushes, enemies, some supernatural, some not. But they all knew one thing was for sure; After that night in the woods, nothing would ever be the same.
Eventual Derek Hale x Fem!McCallTwin!Reader
(Small Vampire Diaries Crossover; just enough to make some storylines work)
Warning: swearing, violence, alcohol, drinking, character death, heartbreak, fluff, angst, implied smut, smut, fighting, torture, graphic scenes, blood, death, (Let me know if Iâve missed any warnings through out the series)
Season 1 (completed 02/25/23)
Season 2 (ongoing)
Season 3a (coming soon)
Season 3b
Season 4
Season 5
Season 6a
Season 6b
Derek & Y/n: The First Five Years. (Coming After Series Is Complete)
Teen Wolf: The Movie Rewrite: 20 Years Later. (Coming After Series Is Complete)
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AN: this is not a finished chapter but it is a majority of it. And it leaves on a bit of cliffhanger, but itâs been so long since I last updated and for that I am sorry. Life is so busy itâs insane! Iâm working on the rest of this chapter as of now and hope to have it out within the week, but until then hereâs the first half !! This also hasnât been edited yet ⌠sorry for the mistakes !
Any feed back is always good to hear :)
Stiles is led down the stairs to the basement the agent house, heâs thrown to the ground once at the bottom of the stairs, before he has time to process he hears whimpering further into the dark room, he reaches for a light switch, it takes a few moments to find but when he does he flips the switch as quick as he can manage, and comes face to face with Boyd and Erica tied at the wrists hanging from the ceiling, duct tape covers their mouths.
Scott, Y/n and Issac were in the locker room with sheriff Stilinski while the other players were getting ready to leave the room. âI got to with the medical examiner and try and figure out with happened with Jackson. Iâve got an APB out in Stiles. His jeep is still in the parking lot, so that meansâŚâ Noah cuts himself off with a sad and worried sigh. âWell, I donât know what that means. Um⌠Look, if he answers his phone, if he answers his emails, if either one of you see himâŚâ âWeâll call you.â Issacs tells the man. âLook, heâs probably just freaked out from all the attention or something.â Scott tried to reason. He knows itâs not that simple but he doesnât want to worry the sheriff even more than he always is. âWeâll find him.â Y/n adds. And she hopes they find him safely. Noah nods sadly. âYeah, Iâll see you, okay?â And with that the older Stilinski walks away. âHeâs not fine.â Issac whispers to the twins, both shake their heads, but are interrupted by coach walking up to them. âMcCall.â Both twins look up but they both know coach is talking to Scott. âWe need you on the team, okay? You know I canât put you on the field next season if you donât get your grades up.â Scott nods in agreement. âYeah, I know, coach.â âAll right.â Finnstock turns around to leave, but stops and faces the two players, mostly Scott. âI mean, I-i know I tell a lot, but itâs not like I hate you guys. Well, I kind of I hate, Greenberg. But, you know, thatâs different. Itâs Greenberg âhe chuckles, the three teens display small humorous smiles. âIâm just saying we⌠I need you on the team. Get your grades back up.â âI will.â The McCall boy tells him, and he means it, heâll focus more on school work, find a better balance between the two side of his life. Coach walks out of the locker room after that. âIs that everyone?â Scott ask his sister and Issac. Both looking around the locker room to see they are I face the only three people left. âI think so.â Issacâs responses. The metal of Stiles sports locker clanks as Y/n watches her brother twist the door off his hinges. âI could have just dialled in his combination.â She says as sheâs looking between the twisted door and her brother. Scott shrugs and smiles smugly. âCould have.â He reaches in and grabs Stiles shirt and one of his shoes. âYouâre gonna find him by sent?â The Lahey boy asks. âWe both are.â Scott tells him, handing the shoe for him to grab. âBut how come you get his shirt and I get a shoe?â Issac complains, Scott looks up and sees Derek standing inside the locker room now, he grabs his sisters arm and slaps Isaacâs chest to get their attention, both looking up to see the man. âWe need to talk.â Derek says looking between the three. Peter comes from behind a set of lockers to stand behind his nephew. âAll of us.â Peter confirms. Shock, horror and confusion fill the twins. Issac has no idea who that is. âWhat the fuck?â Y/n mutters at the same time Scott says. âHoly shit.
âShh.â Stiles tells the blonde girl who is whimpering in pain and fear. He tried to untie her, but the wires sheâs tied to shock them both when he tried to bull them away from her arms. âThey were trying to warn you.â Gerard tells the boy, as the man descends the stairs. âItâs an electrified.â He reached the bottom of the stairs, with a smug power hungry look. âWhat are you doing with them?â Stiles keeps his voice strong. âAt the moment, just keeping them comfortable. Thereâs no point in torturing them, they wonât give up Derek. The instinct to protect their Alphaâs too strong.â Gerard explains. âOkay. So what are you doing with me?â He afraid of the answer but he tried not to show it. âBecause Scott can find me, all right? He knows my scent. Itâs pungent, you know? Itâs more like a stench. He could find me even if I was buried in the bottom of the sewer covered in decal matter and urine.â Gerard finds the boy amusing. âYou do have a knack for creating a vivid picture, Mr. Stilinski. Let me paint one of my own.â The older Argent start, and walks closer to the boy. âScott McCall finds his best friend bloodied and beaten to a pulp. How does that sound?â Stiles would be lying if he said he was worried about what this man will go to, with Gerard it doesnât matter if youâre supernatural or human, heâll do whatever he pleases. âI think I might prefer more of a still life landscape, you know?â Stiles sees the manâs jaw tick. âWhat- what are you, 90? Look, I can probably kick your ass up and down this room.â Gerard stops him there with a strong closed fist backhand, knocking the young boy to the floor. Before getting down to his level and delivering another punch to the boys face. And another punch and another punch. And another.
âWhat the hell is this?â Scott demands. âYou know, I thought the same thing when I saw you talking to Gerard at the sheriffâs station.â Y/n frowns, if she remembered that night fully, sheâd remember she already knew this. That she asked Derek to trust her, that is was all part of a bigger plan, that only worked if he didnât know about it. But a traumatic head injury and a concerning amount of blood loss, she only remembered a a quarter of that night and most it being before she was knocked unconscious. âOkay, hold on. He- he threatened to kill my mom, attacked my sister and put her in the hospital. And I had to get close to him. What was I supposed to do?â Issac looks to Y/n when she was mentioned with a questioning look, he has no idea whatâs going on. âYeah, a lot happened before you joined.â She told him nonchalantly. He nods. âIâm gonna go with Scott on this one. Have you seen his mom? Sheâs gorgeous.â Peter says. âShut up!â The twins and Derek shout at the older Hale. âWho is he?â Issac leans over and asks the two McCalls. âHeâs Peter. Derekâs uncle.â Y/n fills him in on the basics while Scott fills him in on the rest. âLittle while back, he tried to kill us all, and then we set him on fire, and Derek slashed his throat.â Peter holds up him hand in a wave. âHi.â Issac nods with a sarcastic smirk. âThatâs good to know.â âHow is he alive?â The twins ask together. Derek sighs. âItâs a long story and the short version was he knew a way that could have possibly saved Jackson, but then I was told Jackson is dead.â He looks to his uncle, who looks disappointed. He has no idea why theyâre here if Jackson is dead, but Peter insisted they all talk, because he said it wasnât over. âOkay, why is no one taking this as good news?â Issac asked for the three teens. âBecause if Jacksonâs dead, it didnât just happen. Gerard had a reason to wait it to happen.â Everyone looked confused by this. Derek turned to face his uncle. âBut why?â He asked. Peter made his way further into the room. âWell, thatâs exactly what we need to figure out.â Peter starts. He got too close and Y/n felt uneasy and took a step back without realizing she did, no one noticed except Derek who took his own step closer to the group on instinct. âAnd something tells me the window of opportunity is closing. Quickly.â He finished.
Chris went to knock on his daughterâs bedroom door, but paused when he noticed her and Gerard speaking in hushed whispers. âI saw the lights flicker.â He tells his father. âProbably just one of the guests getting comfortable downstairs.â Gerard tells Chris. Then looks down to Allison. âGet some sleep if you can. I have a feeling the next 24 hours are going to be eventful.â He gloats making his way to the door. Chris stops him by blocking the door placing his arm on the wall. âAre you gonna tell me what happened at the game?â Chris asks. âDidnât you hear.â Gerard smiles. âWe won.â Chris is angry. âI meant Jackson.â âSo did I.â He tells him son and moves his arm out of the way and leaves. Chris walks further into his daughterâs room as she taking off her black gloves. âYou need something?â She snarks. âI want you to steal aside and let us handle this.â An amused frown falls on her face. âYouâre kidding, right?â Her father shakes his head. âOne of your friends is dead.â Now sheâs angry. âBecause of Derek. How do you think Jackson became that thing in the first place? Kate, mom, Jackson,â âwhat about Scott?â Her father cuts off. âWhat if he dies too? Or what about Y/n, those two are a team wherever he goes he goes and visa versa. What if she dies. Or Stiles.â Allison thinks for a minute but she smiles not a happy one. âSince when did you care about Scott? And if Y/n and Stiles wanna get in the middle of this and they end up hurt or dead, thatâs on them.â She tells him coldly. âI care about you.â Allison Scoffs, bored of this talk. âReally, dad. If youâre going to start quoting from the list of the top five things a parent can say to a child everyday, why donât you start with, âIâm proud of you because Iâm doing exactly what you wanted.ââ She moves over to her bedside table. âNo, Allison. Youâre doing exactly what he wants. We all are.â He says the last part mostly to himself, but loud enough so his daughter can hear it too. âIâm tired. I just really want to pass out, okay?â He sighs, he was hoping to get through to her, but he has seemed to have to luck. âFine. By the way donât forget you owe me a new bow.â âAnd I knew crossbow.â He says holding up the crossbow he just broke. He throws it back in the table and walks out.
Melissa sneaks into to where Jacksonâs body is laying in a thick black body bag. Part of her wants to turn and rub the other way, another part is curious. âAre we rent gonna do this?â She asks herself. She exhales and nods. âYeah weâre really gonna do this.â She moves slowly to unzip the bag and open it up.
Sheriff Stilinski is standing in his sonâs room, talking in the phone. âYeah, Iâm not finding any clues here. Listen, if he⌠if he shows up at the hospitalâ okay, thanks.â He hangs up the phone. As Stiles turns into his room. Noah hasnât spotted his son yet. âOh, come on, Stiles. Where the hell are you?â In the door way to his room Stiles stands there, split lip, bruised and cut cheek. âRight here.â He answers his fatherâs question. Noah sees the state his son is in and goes to examine. âItâs okay. Dad, itâs okay.â He tried to tell him. Noah grabs the boys face and turns it to get a better look. âWho did it?â Stiles sighs. âItâs okay. It was just a couple kids from the other team. They were really pissed about losing and I was.. I was mouthing off, you know. The next thing I know.â His dad cuts off his lie. âWho was it?â âDad, I donât know. I didnât even see them really.â But the sheriff doesnât care. âI want descriptions.â âLook, dad, come on. Itâs not even that bad.â Noah didnât care, he was so worried then his son shows up in this condition. Now heâs pissed. âIâm calling that school. Iâm calling them and Iâll personally go down there, and Iâm gonna pistol-whip these little bastards!â Stiles has had enough. âDad! I just- I said I was okay.â At this Noah, takes a breaths and pulls his son in for a hug.
Peter, Derek, Issac and the twins walk through the front door of the Hal house, the twins phones going off. âOh, thank god.â Y/n breaths out. âThey found Stiles.â Scott tells the others. âLook, I told you, I looked everywhere.â Derek told his uncle tone bored. Peter moves up a few steps on the staircase. âYou didnât look here.â He informs him as he moves a board out of the way, reaches into the step and pulls something out. Y/n leans to the side trying to get a better look, not sure what he has in his hands. âWhat is that, a book?â The Alpha asks confused. Peter looks up almost offended. âNo. Itâs a laptop. What century are you living in?â He looks back to what has now been discovered as laptop and opens it up. No one looks impressed. âA few days after I got out of the coma, I transferred everything that we had. Fortunately, the Argents arenât the only ones that keep records.â Peter stands from the stairs and moves to the living room Derek, Issac and Y/n following after. Scottâs phone rings and he turns the other way to answer it, before he joins the rest in the living room. âHey, mom, I canât talk right now.â He tells her. âOh, yeah? Well, Iâm so freaked out that I can barely talk either.â She shakes and bites her thumb nail. âWhatâs wrong?â âSomething.. definitely something. I donât know what, but I think youâre gonna want to see this for yourself.â She confesses, turning back to see Jackson in some type of kanima venom cocoon. âAnd bring Y/n, I donât want you to splitting up right now.â Scott hangs up and moves into the other room. âWe have to go.â Is all he says to his twin, and moves to exit the house. She goes to follow, worried about the urgency. When a hand wraps gently around her upper arm, looking over her shoulder she sees Derek standing there, concern written on his features. âCall me, if anything happens.â He tells her. She only nods in reply before she follows her brother. Derek turns back to Peter and Issac who are staring at him. âWhat?â He asks in his normal detached tone. âNothing.â Issac says quickly and goes to follow Scott and Y/n. âNot nothing.â Peter says with his signature cocky smirk as he looks back at the computer. Derek deciding not to bite, doesnât say anything.
Issac climbs into the backseat telling the twins heâs rather be with them. âWhatâs going on?â Y/n asks her brother, once theyâve started to drive. âI donât know. Mom just said we needed to see something for ourselves and for you and I not to split up.â âCanât say I disagree with that idea.â She says worriedly. Scott nodding. He could agree more.
Stiles lays on his stomach on his bed, blankly staring at the wall, the last week had taken a huge toll on him, the events at the station was bad enough, but being kidnapped and beaten by Gerard, and then let go, that alone felt like a whole new ball park of mind games, and then to think of a another string of lies in the already long lost of lies heâs told in the past few months. A knock sound from the other side of his bedroom door. âDad, I said Iâm fine.â He calls. Another knock forces the boy out of bed and swings the door open, expect itâs not his dad. Itâs Lydia. âHi.â She says softly. âHi.â He never expected her to be here. The strawberry blonde looks like sheâs about to start crying again. âIâ your father let me in.â She told him. âHe did?â The boy seems more shocked by that then her actually being here. She gives him a confused and maybe slight hurt look. âI mean, yeah, of course he did.â She tilts her head and looks at his injuries. âWhat happened to yourââ he waves her off as if itâs no big deal. âOh, uhâ yeah, no, itâs nothing. Donât worry about it. Iâm fine. Do you want to come in?â He offers, stepping aside to let her in. Lydia doesnât say anything, but accepts his offer. He closes the door and turns to face her, her back is to him and tears are about to flood over her water line. âHow you doing?â He asks gently. âThey wonât let me see him. Iâm supposed to give him something.â Sheâs crying now. âHe kept asking for it back.â She holds up the shirt more boys house key.
The twins and their mother stand around the table Jacksonâs body is laying on, looking at the clear venomous goo surrounding his body, his neck and head on the outside of the cocoon type things. âWhatâs happening to him?â Scott asks like the woman will have anymore of an answer to this then him. âI thought that you were gonna tell me. Is it bad?â She asks her son. âWeâll it doesnât look good.â Her daughter pipes in. Jacksonâs body move. âWhoa!â They all yelp, and Jump back. âNo.â Is all that comes out of the younger McCalls mouth. âUm, mom, could you zip it up, please.â Scott almost begs. The woman hesitates for a moment not looking happy about having to go near the body again, but she moves and zips it up, but panics the whole time sheâs zipping the bag. âOkay. Okay. Okay. Her we go.â The zipper gets stuck just under the boys chin and Melissa worked to fix it. The three teens behind her eyes go wide when the body moves again. It lifts his neck and hisses at the woman, his razor sharp teeth showing. âMom, zip.â Scott says more urgently, not removing his eyes from the body. âOkay, okay, okay, okay.â Itâs starts to shake and hiss again. âZip! Zip! Zip!â The teenagers all exclaim. Finally the bag is zipped all the way up. âI know I said it before, but. No.â Y/name voice is shaky. They all stand there looking at the closed body bag, all to scared to move. Y/n takes a deep calming breath and pulls out her phone to call Derek and explain what had just happened, hoping maybe they could find something in the files Peter has.
In the basement of the Argent house hold, Chris stands in front of the betas, still tied to live wires. He moves his hand to the dial controlling to electrical wiring their contracted to. âYou know, my familyâs done this for a long time. Long enough to learn things like how a certain level of electric current can keep you from transforming. At another level, you canât heal. A few amps higher, and no heightened strength. That kind of scientific accuracyâit makes you wonder where the line between the natural and supernatural really exists.â Both betas are crying and struggling while Chris is speaking, waiting for him to do something. His hand gets ready to turn the dial. âItâs when lines like that blur⌠you sometimes find yourself surprised by which side you end up on.â He doesnât move the dial. He walks out.
Stiles sit down next to Lydia on his bed, tears still escaping the Martin girls eyes. âHey, sorry, I didnât have any tissues, so, uh..â he hands her a roll of toilet paper. âThatâs fine.â She tries to smile. âGod, Iâm such a mess.â She wipes her eyes. A phone chimes of under her, he picks it up and hands it over to Stiles. âYou have 17 missed messages between Scott and Y/n.â Stiles nods. âI know.â This shocks the girl. âAre you ignoring them?â âNo. No, not really.â Heâs not really sure. Tonightâs just been a lot. He knows his friends are worried, but he canât bring himself to to answer. Lydia sees a Macyâs bag and his desk full of random stuff and decides to look at it. She finds earrings and bracelets and necklaces. âWhy do you have womenâs jewelry?â She asks with an amused smile. âOhââ he panics. âItâs Y/nâsâ he tries to play it off, not wanting her to know the real answer. Lydia just shakes her head. âY/n doesnât really wear jewelry and when she does itâs more subtle. Wanna try again?â Stiles sighs, knowing heâs been caught, knowing Lydia would know that every small detail of her best friend. âIts just stuff that I bought, you know. For your birthday.â He admits. Lydia frowns and presses her lips into a thin line. âFor me?â âYeah, I justâ I kind of didnât know what to get you, so I just bought you like, a bunch of stuff. Like, a lot of stuff. And I know I could have just asked Y/n she would have know what you wanted or needed or what you already had, but I wanted to find something myself, and I got carried away, like really carried away.â He rambles and she continues to look over the things. âYou know, I was gonna return anything that I didnât give you.â Lydia canât help the sweet laugh. Sheâs not use to this kind of behaviour towards her from a boy. Then she looks unimpressed by the box sitting in the floor next to everything else. âA flat screen tv?â He points to it. âYeah, that Iâm definitely returning.â They both laugh. Lydiaâs phone beeps and she pulls it out to look, her smile vanishing from her face as she rushed to Stilesâ side showing him the phone. âYouâre gonna want to read this.â He does, and itâs not anything good.
Derek and Peter are leaned over the laptop, looking over all the records, Peter moved. âThey say heâs in some kind of transparent casing made from the venom coming out of his claws.â He moves his phone away from his mouth to fill in Peter. âThat sounds officially terrifying.â Peter remarks. âIt passed terrifying a little while ago.â Y/n mutters after hearing Peterâs comment. âThey also say heâs starting to move.â He recites, what Scott said down the line. Derek puts Y/n on speaker and places the phone down on the table him and Peter are researching on. âOkay, look, I think I found something. Looks like what youâre seeing from Jackson is just the kanimas beta shape.â Peter tapes a few keys. âWell, meaning what? It can turn into something bigger?â Peter leans back in his chair further from the screen. âBigger and badder.â He says. âWhat do you mean?â Y/nâs voice sounds from the small device on the table. âHeâs turning into that? That has wings.â Derek says out loud. âNo.â Y/n speaks. At the same time Peter says. âI can see that.â Derek picks up the phone and speaks into it. âGuys, bring him us.â Scott grabs the phone from Y/n when the body starts moving again, more than the last time. Itâs waking up. âIâm not sure if we have time for that.â A hand inside the bag moves. âOh! No.â Y/n slightly panics. Peter looks more in the computer trying to find anything else. âLook, somebody actually made an animation of it. Maybe itâs less frightening if weââ he taps the keys and the screen starts screeching, Derek backs up quickly, startled by the noise and the so called animation, Peter shuts the laptop just as fast. âNope, not at all. We should probably meet them halfway.â Peter says looking to his nephew. Derek puts the phone back to his ear. âScott, get him out of there thereâ go now.â The man demands. As the two Hale men walk fast out of the house to meet up with them. âDerek, we need Lydia.â Peter tells him as theyâre making their way out. âThereâs no time forââ Derek is cut off. âThatâs the problem. Weâre rushing. Weâre moving too fast. And while everybody knows that a moving target is harder to hit, here we are, racing right into Gerardâs crosshairs.â He tries to talk the Alpha into slowing down. âIf I get the chance to kill Jackson, Iâm taking it.â Derek declares, and moves out the front door.
Gerard goes into Allison room to wake her. âWake up, sweetheart. Itâs starting.â He tells her. He killed Jackson because he needed the kanima to be stronger. So now they have to head to the hospital and retrieve him.
Scott, Issac and Y/n carry Jacksonâs body out the back of the hospital. Scott has his head, space has his feet and Y/n have his mid section. Scott stops them when he sees hunters coming into the hospital. âOkay, go, go, go, go, go.â The McCall boy rushes out. They carry his body through the parking lot at the the car, Issac and Scott slip dropping there ends, leaving Y/n with all the weight doesnât end well when she lands on her knees with the body rest on them. âReally, you two? With the super strength? I would have expected me to drop him, but both of you?â She whisper yells. She looks between them with a bitchy sarcastic âreally?â Look. âSorry.â They both whisper. Going to pick up the body, they freeze when a black SUV pulls up and blinds them with their headlight. The car comes to stop and Chris Argent steps out glaring at them. âYouâre alone.â Scott states. âMore than you know.â He then kind of sadly. âWhat do you want?â Y/n asks. He lets out a heavy exhale, before answering the question. âWe donât have much in common, Scott. But at the moment, we all have a common enemy.â Chris explains. Scott looks down at Jacksonâs body then back to the Argent man. âThatâs why weâre trying to get him out of here.â âHeâs not talking about Jackson, Scott.â His sister tells him, while not taking her eyes off Allisonâs dad.
Stiles is still looking at the message on his phone then looks to the strawberry blonde. âHow much do you know about this stuff?â He asks her. Pieces. Half of itâs like a dream.â She says quietly. She doesnât know whatâs going on, but she knows something going on with her. âYeah, well, guess what? The other half is like a freaking nightmare.â He raises his voice. âI donât care.â The Martin girl says with conviction. âI can help him.â She adds. Stiles shakes his head, what is with the sacrificial women in his life. He can really see why Y/n and Lydia are friends. âSee, thatâs the problem. You donât care about getting hurt. But you know how Iâll feel? Iâll be devastated. And if you die I will literally go out of my frickinâ mind. You see, death doesnât just happen to you Lydia, it happens to everyone around you, okay? To all the people left standing at your funeral, trying to figure out how theyâre gonna live the rest of their lives now without you in it? Huh?â He moves closer to her, a little too quick and slightly angry. Lydia takes a step back. âAnd look at my face, huh? Come on, you actually this was meant to hurt me?â When he sees the looks on her face, sad, concerned, worried, he realizes he may have taken it a little far and back up. âUm.. Iâm so sorry.â He says softly. âItâs okay.â She squeaks out, the turns to leave the room. âIâll find him myself.â âHey, Lydia, wait.â He calls out defeated.
âGerard has twisted his way his way into Allisonâs head in the same way he did with Kate. And Iâm losing her. And I know youâre losing her too.â Chris tells the group. âYouâre right.â Scott says then looks to his sister, who nods, giving him the okay. âSo can you trust us to fix this?â Scott asks. Chris thinks for a moment, before he nods. âThen can you let us go?â Scottâs asks. âNo.â The teens looks worried until Chris speaks again. âMy cars faster.â The load Jackson into the truck of Argents SUV and all climb in, Chris wastes no time peeling out the parking lot.
Stiles sits at his desk, turning his phone around in his hands, debating texting or calling his friends back, but he canât bring himself to do it. Noah comes in slowly, watching his son. âShe left, huh?â He asked the young boy. âYeah.â Noah nods. âSo was there, uhâŚâ he paused and shrugged looking for the right thing to ask. âAnything there?â He went with. Stiles shakes his head. âNo. No, sheâs in love with someone else.â Maybe it was time to put that 10 year long crush to rest. âAh.â The older Stilinski man walks into the room and takes a seat at the desk with his son. âListen.. I know that getting beaten up, and with what happened to Jackson, has gotten you pretty shaken.â Noah starts. If only the man knew the rest. âBut be happy about one thing. The game. You were amazing.â He smiles, finally getting a small smile from his son. âThanks, dad.â Stiles tried to brush off but Noah wasnât going end there. âNo, I mean it. Look, it was pretty much over. And then you got the ball, and you started running. You scored, and the tide just turned. And you scored again and again. You werenât just MVP of the game. You were a hero.â Thats where Stiles deflated and she shakes his head. âNo, Iâm not a hero, dad.â âYou werenât last night.â He pats his son on the back and walks out of his room, leaving the boy to think over some things. âIâm not a hero.â Stiles mutters to himself.
Chris, Issac and the twins pull up to a warehouse looking building. The four climbing out of the vehicle. Once Y/n stepped onto the asphalt and looked into the dark night at the warehouse a feeling of pure dread, came over her, it was so strong it was suffocating, her breathing became shaky, and everything in her being was telling her to not step foot in there. Leave the area immediately. Obviously she wasnât doing by that.. Issac peers over into the trunk to look at the bag. âI think he stopped moving.â Issac told them. Scott looked to Issac, Y/n couldnât look away from the building. She felt eyes in her and turned to see Chris looking at her. âWhereâs Derek?â He asked. She shakes her head. They hear movement and turn back to the alleyway. Seeing someone running at them on all fours. Y/n jumped. Once they got closer they flipped and landed in a kneeling position, Derek looks up with glowing red eyes. And the McCall girl cant fight off the eye roll. Peter standing behind the bridge also rolls his eyes. âSomeone certainly enjoys making an entrance.â Derek stands and glares at Chris. âIâm here for Jackson. Not you.â Chris tells the Alpha. Derek doesnât look to convinced. âSomehow I donât find that very comforting.â He looks over to the teens. âGet him inside.â Scott and Issac nod and go to grab Jackson, Y/n just stares at the building, sheâs not helping the dumbasses who pretty much dropped a body on her the last time she helped with that. I side the warehouse the guys place Jacksonâs body on the cement flooring, the feeling clawing its way deeper in Y/n only got stronger inside the warehouse. âWhere are they?â Scottâs voice interrupts the girls thoughts. Derek looks around, he wants aware anyone else was coming. âWho?â Scott looks at Derek like it should be obvious. âPeter and Lydia.â He goes unanswered, as Peter peaks around corner and Derek steps over the body bag and moves to unzip it. âWhoa, no, no, wait a second.â Y/n panics. âHold on a second.â Scott calls. Derek ignores and continues to unzip the black bag. âYou said you knew how to save him.â Scott protests. âWeâre past that.â Derek tells the boy dismissively. âWhat aboutââ The Alpha cuts him off. âThink about it, Scott. Gerard controls him now. Heâs turned Jackson into his own personal guard dog.â Chris is looking pissed and concerned and confused by the what heâs hearing Derek say. âAnd he set all of this in motion so that Jackson could get even bigger and more powerful.â Derek finishes. âNo.â They all turn to Chris. âNo, he wouldnât do that. If Jacksonâs a dog, heâs turning rabid, and my father wouldnât let a rabid dog live.â He fights. âOf course not.â Gerardâs voice comes from behind them, all turning to see the man standing there. Derek steps In front of Y/n, but not blocking the McCall girls view. âAnything that dangerous, that out of control⌠is better off dead.â Derek retracts his claws and aims his arm down the plunge them into Jacksonâs chest, but as heâs about to make contact Jacksonâs eyes shoot open and he stabs his own venomous claws into the Alphas chest. Jackson stands up and throws Derek 20 feet back, leaving the rest of group gasping in horror, as Gerard stands back with an evil smile. âWell done to the last, Scott.â He starts slowly walking towards the teens and his son, as he continues to speak. âLike the concerned friend you are, brought Jackson to Derek to save him. You just didnât realize that you were also bringing Derek to me.â The whizzing sounds is hear throughout the building and Scott ducks out of the way, Issac isnât fast enough and get an arrow to his shoulder. Scottâs looking back in the direction of the arrow he sees a woman is black duck about around the wall. âAllison?â Scott and Y/n move quickly to help lift Issac and move him out of the way.
Chris pulls out his gun and shoots Jackson in the chest. He shifts into full kanima while Chris take shot after shot on the monster. As heâs reloads the kanima jumps on the hood of the vehicle and wraps his tail around the barrel of the gun, throwing it out of the Argent manâs hand, Chris run and the kanima follows, the hunter pulls out a knife and goes to attack by his pushed by the creature, Derek jumps in front of the reptile and growls, hissing back they crouch in a sort of face off. Scott and Issac transform and take out their claws. Y/n feels out of place and useless. You got a hunter, and three were wolves, and then their human. Looking around, she sees a 2x4 on the ground and picks it up holding it like a baseball bat. She may be a small human, but she wasnât just going to stand there and watch. Chris stands off to the side out of the way as well, watching the three werewolves fight the kanima. Not entirely sure whoâs winning. The kanima advance in the McCall girl and she swings with every bit of upper body strength she has knocking the creature in the side of the head itâs stunned for a moment, but effort it can come at her again, Scott digs his claws into its side and back and tosses the thing back to the centre with the others, as their fighting continues. The wolves seem to be getting asses kicked, they put up a good fight. Derek gets thrown in the cement wall, but he comes back punching the kanima in the in face, Issac comes in to help, be heâs tossed across the area their in. Peter winces at the sight from his hiding place. Scottâs runs up from behind and kicks Jackson in the back, sending him to a wall, heâs then kicked across the room. Derek tried to re enter the fight but heâs slashed with the things claws. Issac gets off the ground to help, but is stopped by Allison right in front of him with two hunting knifes she doesnât hesitate to start slashing the blades into the Lahey boys stomach, he throws a punch and she ducks, she moves behind him and stabs both blades into the bits back. She moves to her next target who just so happens to be Derek. Y/n comes up behind her friend quickly. Not sure she can be called a friend anymore the McCall girl thinks to herself. Thankfully sheâs quick enough the Argent girl doesnât see her until the back of her knee is kicked out from behind her and falls to her knees on the ground, she makes quick work to get up and faces the H/C haired girl. âYou need to stay out of it.â She half spits half pleads. âNot gonna happen.â Y/n goes to punch her but is stopped when Allison swipes her leg out, Y/n falling on her back, she coughs the wind was knocked out of her, Allison stands up and makes another move towards Derek, this time sheâs haunted by Scott. âNo, Allison!â He yells when the girl raises her knife above her head. The kanima sneaks up behind her, grabbing her wrists causing her to drop the knives, then itâs scaled hand wraps around her neck, the knaima stopping her from killing Derek. Y/n takes the opportunity of the creatures distraction to quickly and quietly get up from the ground and move closer to her brother. Gerard walks out from the shadows and into view. âNot yet, sweetheart.â He tells his granddaughter, everyone looks shocked. The twins share a look, this might be the final act in the plan, but with all the unplanned twists and turns so far they canât be 100 percent. But they feel like this is it. âWhat are you doing?â Allison asks shakily. Gerard and Scott make eye contact and a small nod from the boy let his sister know, this is it. âHeâs doing what he came here to do.â Scott speaks.
Gerard looks shocked. âThen you know.â Allison none the wiser. âWhatâs he talking about?â Gerard looks to his granddaughter daughter then back towards the twins, but he speaks to Scott. âIt was the night outside the hospital, wasnât it, when I threatened your mother. I knew I saw something in your eyes. You could smell it, couldnât you?â He asked. Issac that last part Issac caught on to both what he had said and now to the smell. âHeâs dying.â Issac states. Y/n doesnât take her eyes off the older man. âI am.â Her confirms. âI have been for a while now. Unfortunately, science doesnât have a cure for cancer yet. But the supernatural does.â At that the older Argent looks down at Derek still lying on the floor, triggering his healing process, itâs quicker than at the station, but he can still feel the toxins spreading. Greased senses the kanimas grip loosen on his granddaughter and looks to the creature angrily, the grip tightens once again and she gasps for air. Both Scott and Chris take a step forward, wanting to help. âYou monster.â Chris grits through his teeth at his father. âNot yet.â âWhat are you doing?â Allison cries. The kanimas grip tightens more. âYouâll kill her too?â Chris asks his father. âWhen it comes to survival, Iâd kill my own son! Scott.â Scott hesitates before his human features come back, and takes slow steps towards Derek. Y/n knows what gonna happen, and sheâs praying this works, but right now sheâs terrified for if it doesnât. Her breathing becomes shaky and her heart rate picks up, she looks between her brother and Derek and Gerard. Scott grabs the back of Derekâs neck, Allison gasps and Y/n squeezes her eyes closed for a moment before looking back. Scott lifts Derek off the floor. âScott, donât. You know that heâs gonna kill me right after.â Derek tells the boy. Tears fill the McCall girls eyes, but she doesnât allow any to fall. The only thing going through her head is âplease workâ Over and over. âHeâll be an Alpha.â Derek adds. âThatâs true. But I think he already knows that, donât you, Scott? He knows that the ultimate prize is Allison. Do this small task for me, and they can be together. You are the only piece that doesnât fit, Derek. And in case you havenât learned yet, there is just no competing with young love.â He explains, and takes off his suit jacket. âScott, donât!â Derekâs breathing is heavy as he tries to heal faster. âDonât!â âIâm sorry!â Scott tells the man. âBut I have to. He adds while taking Derek closer to Gerard. The older man rolls up his sleeve, Scott digs his claws into Derek neck so the reflex is extent his fangs, Gerard holds his arm to the Alpha. Chris is standing there shocked still trying to take in the information, Allison is crying and shaking her head. Y/n is having troubles getting her breathing to stay under control. Issac canât look away. Gerard places his arm in Derekâs mouth and he bites down. Allison turns her head, Y/n holds her breath and the reflex to cover her eyes wins. Gerard screams in pain, his screaming stops and Y/n looks back. The older man pulls his arm from the werewolfâs fangs. Scott drops Derek and backs up. Gerard holds his arm up in some creepy victory. âWhat theââ Peter says, still from his hiding. Scott picks Derek up from the ground and helps him stand, then moves to the other side of his sister, both men still slightly places in front of her.
Gerardâs bite starts pouring out black blood, his son looks overly confused at this, never having seen something like that happen, the twins look at each other, shocked and impressed. âWhat?â The older man asks when he notices the different way heâs being looked at, before losing his arm and looking at the mass amounts of black blood. âWhat is this? What did you do? He asks the twins who wear small proud smirks. Derek looks at the two McCalls wondering the same thing. âEveryone said Gerard always had a plan.â Scott tells Derek. âWe had a plan too.â Y/n says to Gerard. At this the oldest Argent seems to understand something, and pulls out the silver tin he keeps his pills in, opening the lid and dumps the contents out in the palm of his hand. âNo! No! No!â He repeats. âSee Scott, could smell it and of course if he knows I know. We didnât think much at first, honestly we didnât care that you were dying. Until things started to progress and you started getting completely power hungry.â Y/n starts. âSo when you were so focused on Derekâs whereabouts, that you needed me, that you used Allison to get me to help, we knew something was up and not just the normal hunter business.â Scott puts in. âIf it was about some family business, whipping out the supernatural, you would have started with wanting to find his betas, because that would have been the way to get to him, not a couple of teenagers. You needed Derek for another purpose. And I will admit it look us longer to think of any possible reason, until we thought back to you being sick. And your right science doesnât have a cure, and thereâs no way you of all people would accept that.â Scott nods at what his sister said. âSo, you were gonna get the bite of an Alpha, then because that wasnât enough you were gonna become the Alpha.â Derek looks between the twins shocked, but now understanding why she asked him to trust her. It was all part of a plan, that they had cooked up together. âNow, we werenât 100 percent sure thatâs the route you were going to take, but we decided we needed to take precautions, just incase.â Y/n finishes. Gerard has officially caught on and crushes the pills in his hand, black dust falling. âMountain ash!â He exclaims. Black blood starts to leak from the manâs nose, his eyes and his ears before he falls to his knees and pukes up so much black blood itâs terrifying, then collapses to the flooor completely. âWhy didnât you tell me?â Derek asks the McCalls. âBecause you might be an alpha, but youâre not mine.â The boy states. âA nicer way of answering that question. Is if you had of known, you might not have put up as much of a fight as you normally would, and we didnât want to risk him figuring it out. None of us thought about him using the kanima just to render you weaker, though.â Y/n tells the Alpha. Gerard spits up more blackness and yells at the kanima. âKill them! Kill them all!â The kanima releases Allison as it looks to its master, giving the Argent girl enough time to elbow it in the face and duck away from the thing, before it can go after her, tires squealing gets everyone attention as the familiar powder blue jeep comes into their sight, hitting the kanima. It lets out a painful roar. âDid I get him.â Stiles asks looking out the passenger window to his friends. All the twins can do is smile. Itâs short lived. When the monster busts in the hood of the jeep. Lydia screams and climbs out of the vehicle. âWhoa!â Stiles exclaims as the kanima hisses. He lets out a scream of his own and follows Lydia out of the passenger door and runs to Scott and Y/n as Lydia stops in front of the kanima. âJackson.â The kanima stands up and is an inch away from her. And she hold up his house key. âLydia!â Stiles and Y/n shout and both make their way to the girl but are stopped my Scott and Derek.
The kanima stops, and looks at the key, it kind flashes back to the night he gave it to the girl. It was a happy moment. It was Jacksonâs connection to human. The scales start to disappear and Jackson starts to become himself again. Jackson takes a few steps back, slowly coming to. Derek sees Peter, and his eyes flash red as both him and Peter run to Jackson. Derek inserting his claws into the boys stomach and Peterâs into the boys back. The teens are shocked and Y/nâs hand cover her mouth. They removed their claws and step away, as Jacksonâs body becomes weak and starts to fall to the ground, Lydia catches him. Derek places a comforting hand on Issacâs shoulder as the boy backs up closer to the Alpha. âDo youââ Jackson starts to whisper to Lydia. âDo you stillâŚâ the strawberry blonde cuts him off knowing what heâs trying to ask her. âI do. I do still love you.â She tells him, nodding truthfully. âI do, I do still love you. I do.â She repeats. That seems to be peaceful for the whittmore boy, because after she confesses his heart stops and the key falls from his hand. Lydia sits there and holds the boy, sobbing. Gerard comes too, angry that another thing he put in place as fail, his breathing is fast and angry. He pulls a gun and he shoots off four rounds, seemingly missing, everyone ducks and gasps. Y/nâs hand shoots to her torso, she expected agonizing pain, but it more felt like a jolt the shock and adrenaline kicked in faster then her brain even realized what had happened. She looks down at where her hand is placed just under her bra line and pulls it away, her hand is covered in warm dark red blood and sees blood spreading through her baby blue top. âScott.â Her voice is barely above a whisper, and if it wasnât for the super hearing, she would have gone unheard. The three werewolves would had heard her, turned, all their eyes were wide in horror and the two younger ones were frozen by the sight. Y/n felt her body go numb and her knees gave out from under her, before she made contact with the cement, Derek had rushed from in front of her and catching her limp body and guided them both to the floor. The darkness was taking over quicker then she thought it would have, everything was blurry, voices were muffled, she picked up on some screaming, someone yelling to call 9-1-1. Someone asking what they should do. She heard someone telling her to stay with them. A few warm drops were felt on the side of her face. Someone was holding her really tight, but she couldnât say or do anything. she could feel the cold washing over her. For a moment she was able to open and focus her eyes enough, to see Chris on the phone, her brother was sitting next to her holding her hand tears falling from his cheeks, stiles was holding Lydia as she cried. Derek. Thatâs who was holding her to tight. She felt heavy only for a second, if she had of been fully aware she would have noticed the confused looks on everyoneâs face. Cause in the moment she felt heavy, they all felt calm, they didnât feel the fear or overly crushing sadness of the soon front of them, they didnât feel good, but their emotions seemed to have stilled for only a few moments. But then she felt light, every light and they felt the emotions come crashing back. âWhat the hell was that?â Issac asked. Everyone shaking their heads. Expect for Stiles. It was weird that he would remember at a a time like this. âAmbulance is 20 minutes out.â Chris tells them. âShe doesnât have 20 minutes.â Scott yells. He could hear that her heart beat was barely even there. Derek picks the girl up. âWe can get there faster.â He says looking to Argent who nods. The two men and Scott rush out. Stiles telling them heâll meet them at the hospital, signalling Issac to follow him.
Outside Chris gets behind the wheel, Scott helps Derek get himself and Y/n into the backseat. Then Scott jumps into the passenger seat, before Scottâs door is even closed Chris floors the gas. Scott turns in his seat and watches his sister lay there pale beyond belief, bleeding and unconscious, heâs focusing on her heart beat and it seems to only be getting slower, he has to really listen just to hear the faintest of beats. Derek is applying pressure to the wound thatâs placed in between her rib cage. âIs your mom working tonight?â Chris asks the boy. âScott!â He yells when he goes unanswered. âNo. No. Crap I should call her.â He starts to make shaky moves for his phone. âNo.â Derek says from the back. Scott turns around horrified at what this manâs reasoning could be, and Chris gives a questioning look from the review mirror. It turns to almost fear like when he sees the torn look on the Alphas face, the gut wrenching look of devastation covers Derekâs expression, and Chris knows that look, He knows it all to well, but it seems the teen wolf sitting next to Chris hasnât picked up on the fact that his sisterâs heart has stopped. âWhat do you mean, no?â Scott says still havenât figured it out. A thought, a memory more like it enters the Alphas mind out of no where, he didnât understand it then and he doesnât understand it now, but heâs going with it, if thereâs even a chance the lifeless girl in his lap isnât gone for good, heâs going with it. âChris when we get there I need you to go in. Ask for Dr. Fell.â The Argent man frowns in question. âShe was the doctor who treated Y/n four days ago. I thought it was weird but she was very adamant on if anything happened in the next week that she needed to be the one to treat her again. Iâm not entirely sure why. But..â he started. Chris pulls out his phone and does a search, being a werewolf hunter you gotta have resources to find who ever whenever, he thinks that will come in handy now too. It doesnât take long to find the only Dr. Fell in beacon hill and attached is her phone number. He calls. It goes unanswered. He calls again. He calls three more times before a woman on the other end picks up. Chris explains all the information he has, she worked on the girl and girl is.. he looks to Scott before he tells the woman on the line what Scott has failed to pick up on. She instructs them to meet her at the far back entrance of the hospital. And to tell no one else they are here and that Y/n is here. When parking the SUV where they were told, theyâre met by the tall burnette woman and she has a metal slab table waiting. Chris and Scott jump out and help Derek get the McCall girl out of the car and on to the table. âHow long has it been since her heart stopped?â Meredith asks. âTen minutes.â Derek tells her. âOkay, follow me.â They move through the empty back halls and move to a service elevator. Staff only she hits the button for the basement. The morgue. When the doors open she peeks her head out to thankfully find the alls empty. They move past the morgue and to one of the empty rooms they use when family member comes it identify a body. And places a the paper in the note slot to indicate this room is occupied. âWhat the hell is going?â Scott asks the woman. Meredith looks between the three and the deceased girl, trying to find an easy way to say this, sheâs been through this before, actually this situation is very similar to the previous one the only difference is the death between the two. âHe asked a question!â Chris demanded. âWhat is going on, why come back here, why not inform anyone she is dead, because itâs 20 minutes now, sheâs gone.â The older man adds. He doesnât know whatâs coming, but from the conflicted look on the doctors face, heâs knows something is off and something is coming.
Scott stands there refusing to look at his sister, he canât, he canât see her like this, the tears are already there if he looks at her or listens and finds nothing like he knows he will, he will lose it, he canât bare the thought of living in a world without his sister, his twin, his best friend, his literal biological other half, he does look to Derek it seems to be out of habit, but Derek hasnât taken his eyes off the girl, hasnât let go of her hand since they got into this room, he thinks the look of saddened agony on the manâs face should come as a surprise, and if this was anyone else he would be, but itâs Y/n. And even Scott and his clueless ways knows that his sister isnât just anyone to Derek Hale. âBecause sheâll wake up.â The woman said. All three sets of eyes snapped to the her, in total confusion. The voice of reason being Chris in this moment spoke up. âWhat are you talking about?â Meredith took a breath before she explained. She looked at Derek when she did. âWhen you brought her in even just from a glance I could see her injury was severe head trauma, but the CT scan showed it was worse a lot worse. It showed a cerebral hemorrhage. Bleeding on the brain. It was a bad bleed and her body was far too weak to operate, she would have never made it off that table.â The frowns on the menâs faces only deepened. All thinking the same thing. If her injuries were as bad as they were being told how was she okay for the past few days. âI donât understand.â Scott sniffled. She was okay, she came home the very next morning, she was at school and dealing with their hunter plan, she was 100% herself. Her features softened at the boys sadness and confusion. âI couldnât let her die. Iâ I helped her. She needed my help.â She continued, her defense was cut off. âWhat did you do?â Derek demanded through gritted teeth. âI healed her without a risky surgery she wouldnât have made it through.â She took another deep breath before finally telling them what she had done. âI gave her vampire blood, it has supernatural healing abilities, it healed the bleed and she was as good as new, like nothing even happened. She was perfectly okay.â âVampires are myths.â Chris declared. âYeah, so are werewolves and kanimas, but here we are.â The woman shot back. âBut you said sheâd wake up. How?â The older McCall twin asked. âShe died. Within a window. Normally Vampire blood is in the body for 24 hours. If it was from an ordinary vampire, but the vials I have are from a much older much more powerful one, thatâs in the body for a week.â They still didnât understand fully, still trying to process another mythical supernatural creature was actually real. âSo, sheâll wake up and sheâll be okay?â Scott asked hopeful but hesitant and still confused. âYes, sheâll wake up, but-â âbut what?â Derek demanded cutting her off, he was done with the sugar coating and the way she danced around the topic. âSheâll wake up, but? But what? Just spit it out already!â She nodded. âIf you die with vampire blood in your system, you become a vampire.â She ripped the metaphorical bandaid off. Chris, Scott and Derekâs eyes all go wide, neither knowing how to process that. âShe going to wake up a vampire.â Derek questions, a spark of hope shoots through him that sheâs not actually gone for good, but he knows the girl enough to know she doesnât want to add to the list of things she already is, and he knows she wouldnât want this. âSheâll wake up in a transition period. To fully make the transition she has to feed on human blood, if she chooses to complete transition she will be okay. If she chooses not to, that being a vampire is something she canât do, then she will die. For good this time. She has 24 hours from the time her heart stopped to feed. 20 but the time she wakes up, it will take a few hours for her to wake up.â
A moment of silence passes before the doctor nods and moves to leave the room, she stops when she reaches the door and looks back. âIf she does decide to follow through with the transition, let me know, I have some friends who could help her adjust to the new life. Iâm sorry.â And with that she leaves the three standing there, none knowing what to do.
Back in the warehouse Lydia stand from where Jackson lifeless body lay, and the dam breaks. The boy she loved is dead, her best friend was shot and could also be dead all this supernatural all at once everything is too much, she couldnât stop the sobs or the tears even if she tried. Stiles moves to comfort the strawberry blonde, but his steps fall short before he reaches her when he hear claws scratching the cement and sees Jacksonâs fingers move. Lydia hears it and turns back to the boy, and watches as his chest starts to rise and fall. The whitmore boys eyes shoot open, now no longer a reptile yellow, but a bright blue. The boy finally got what he wanted from the start, the kanima is gone and he has now become a wolf. He starts to stand slowly before shifted to werewolf and letting out a roar. Then heâs Jackson again. Lydia wastes no time and throwing herself into the boys arms, relieved. Hoping she might now lose anyone she loves tonight. And Stiles feels heartbroken again, because the girl he loves has run to another. Without a word the Stilinski boy climbs in his jeep and heads for the hospital, hoping better news will come from there, but seeing the injury his bestfriend endured, heâs fearful for what he may be walking into. He shoots a text to Scott letting him know heâs on his way, only to frown and his worry to grow when the reply is telling him to meet the McCall boy in the back of the hospital. The drive to the hospital was tense, Stiles didnât know what was happening, he asked if Y/n was going to be okay hell he even asked the question âis she aliveâ but got no reply, which only further made his anxiety worse. He didnât think heâd make it through if he heard the words he so feared he would hear. That one of his best friends was dead. When he finally pulled up to where he was told she was met by a sullen looking version of Scott. By his expression alone Stiles knew. But he couldnât accept, not yet. He got out walked to his friend and stood silently for a minute. âWhere is she?â Stiles finally asked. âSheâs inside with Derek.â Scott answered before he turned to enter the building, the Stilinski boy following after him. The moment he saw the word âmorgueâ his heart dropped. It broke. It stopped. Scott stopped at the door where his sister and Derek were before entering, he knew sheâd wake up, that there was still a chance he wasnât going to lose his little sister for good, but, still, seeing her, dead, no rise and fall of her chest, no sound of her heart beat. He couldnât handle it, he knows he should have told Stiles what Meredith told them and he will, but he couldnât form thoughts let alone words. The boys walked in and Scott went and sat back on the stool chair in the corner, where he had been sitting in deafening silence before Stiles showed up. Stiles thought he knew what he was expecting, but this, actually seeing this was worse. There, laying on a cold metal slab was his best friend, the once vibrate and sarcastic full of life girl he knew and grew up with was now a cold, pale, lifeless body. Her T-shirt that was light blue just a few hours ago, was now covered in a terrifying crimson red, the next thing he saw was Derek, sitting right against the table holding the girls hand, the fallen look on his face, he now noticed that the man hadnât even looked up when they walked in, his eyes only trained on the girl laying in front of him, Stiles couldnât miss that the manâs hands were also covered in blood. Her blood. On a normal day, and god he wished this was a normal day, he was have been making sarcastic remarks about Derekâs expression, but not in this situation. Not when even though he didnât trust the man, he knew Derek was just as broken up about her death as the two boys. The tears fell, he didnât sob but the tears just kept coming, he couldnât take his eyes from Y/n. He wanted to, he wanted to wake up from this nightmare, he wanted her alive, no he needed her alive.
A heavy exhale broke the boy from his thoughts, he connected his eyes to Scottâs and saw a look he couldnât place. âSheâs going to wake up in a few hours.â Is all Scott said. Stiles looked back to Y/n then back to Scott. Stiles thinking the boy was in denial, he couldnât blame him, he wanted to be as well. âScott.â He started, but was cut off by a shake of the McCall boys head. âNo, Stiles. Listen.â The boy went on to explain everything they had learned. A spark of hope flared in the boys chest then followed concern, because there was still a chance they would lose her, permanently this time, they would have to go through this pain again, but that time there would be no hope left. Selfishly, he wanted to beg her to go through with the transition so he didnât have to lose her, but he knew he couldnât. Stiles went in to explain what had happened before he showed and about Jackson being alive and now an actual werewolf, this confused everyone. Derek was only half paying attention, he was more tuned into to her non beating heart waiting to hear it start up again. Since he met the girl, she has been a constant, a safe place, he wasnât sure what he felt he knew he liked it and wanted to keep that feeling but he could never place it, or maybe he could but couldnât bring himself to admit it to himself, because then it became a real thing, but the moment he heard her voice shakily call for her brother in the warehouse, and saw the blood pooling around her shirt, his body and mind moved on instinct, he didnât hesitate to catch her before her small body hit the cold ground, didnât hesitate to try and apply pressure to the wound that wouldnât stop bleeding, he wasnât concerned about the blood covering his clothes, his only thought was her. Now sitting here. Waiting, hoping the doctor was right that she will wake up, he admitted to himself, that he has feeling for her. He has since the moment she called him out for the empty threat against her life when he was dying from that wolfsbane bullet. He needs her to be okay.
Scott stood up and walked for the door. âWhere are you going?â Stiles panics. âAllison is here, in going to go explain whatâs going on.â And with that he took one last look at his sister before leaving the room. A few minutes after Scott left Stiles stands up. âIâm gonna go to the cafeteria, grab some waters, you want one?â The boy asks, only to receive a slow shake of the older man head. The younger boy nods awkwardly. âYou staying here?â âIâm not going anywhere.â Derek states matter of factly. When Stiles walks out, the dark haired man leans his forehead against his hands that is still holding one of hers. âPlease wake up.â He whispers into the empty room.
Stiles sits in the guidance councillors office, tying his lacrosse net, itâs been a few days since the events that occurred at the police station, tension is running high, between the three friends, the twins mother is avoiding her son, she hasnât really spoken to her daughter, she knows that Y/n knows, so she feels disconnected from both, Scottâs not taking it well, and Y/n is trying to focus on other things. They are so close to this being over, even if plans change they know one part of it wonât, so as long as they can get there, things should be fine. She barely has a scar from where her head was spilt open by the desk, she moves her hair out of the way to look at it, she shakes her head, wondering how the hell thatâs possible itâs only been a few days there should be stitched not an already healed close scar, a part of her wants to discuss with her brother and her friend, but they have so much going on already, anything else is just going to weigh them down. So she puts on a square nude coloured bandage and moves her hair over it. Stiles is more focused on the net in his hands than speaking to the woman sitting across from him. He sighs when he notices her staring at him waiting for him to say something. âYou know,L when youâre drowning, you donât actually inhale until right before you black out. Itâs called voluntary apnea. Itâs like no matter how much youâre freaking out, the instinct to not let any water in, is so strong that you wonât open your mouth until you feel like your heads exploding.â He tightens a knot on the net. âBut when you finally do let it in, thatâs when it stops hurting. Itâs not scary anymore. Itâs kind of peaceful.â He continues. âAre you saying you hope Matt felt some peace in his last moments?â The woman asks. âI donât feel sorry for him.â And he was telling the truth, especially after the police seized his computer, he threaten his dad, his friends, and targeted his bestfriend and Allison with creepy fantasies. âCan you feel sorry for the 9-year old Matt who drowned?â She asked a different way. The Stilinski boy sighs. âJust because a bunch of dumbasses dragged him into a poll when he couldnât swim doesnât really give him the right to go off killing them one by one. And by the way my dad told me that they found a bunch of pictures of Y/n and Allison on Mattâs computer. And just of them though. I mean he photoshopped himself into some of these pictures. Stuff like holding their hands and kissing. You know, like he had built these whole fake relationships. He crept outside my best friendâs bedroom window and took phones of her, he stalked her at night when she was alone just trying to get into the safety of her own home. What if he didnât die, or get caught, would he have escalated into something more physically, more terrifying? So yeah, maybe drowning when he was 9 years old was what sent him off the rails, but the dude was definitely riding the crazy train.â She nodded, she was pleased to get this much out of him. âOne positive thing came out of this, though. Right?â She told him. Meaning Noah Stilinski being reinstated town sheriff. âYeah.â And he meant it, he was happy that his dad was back in a job he was good at, but things were difficult, with everyone, so he felt it wasnât to be celebrated yet. âYeah, but I still feel like thereâs something wrong between us. I donât know. Itâs just like tension when we talk. Same thing with Scott and Y/n.â âHave you talked to them since that night?â âI went to the hospital later that day, to check on Y/n, she was sleeping, so we didnât talk. And Scott we havenât talked. I mean, heâs got his own problems to deal with though.â
Scott is getting ready for school in his room, while his sister finishes up her makeup. âYou ready?â He asks her. âYeah.â They exit the room just as they catch a glimpse of their mother entering her bedroom and shutting the door, without looking or speaking to her children. The twins share a look of sadness, before Scott moves to his motherâs door. âMom.â He calls. Reaching her door he signs when she can hear her right in the other side. âMom, weâre gonna have to talk about this eventually.â She doesnât answer, and the two siblings let out pained sighs. âOkay, weâre going. Love you.â He says just as they go to make their way down the stairs and out of the house.
âI donât think heâs talked to Allison either. But that might be more her choice, you know?â
Allison removes the message written in her car window in the condensation that was left by Scott reading â12:00 please.â
âHer mom dying hit her pretty hard. But I guess it brought her and her dad closer.â
Chris and Allison study and map of beacon hills areas in the basement of their home, looking for other sighting of werewolves or anything non human. Putting âXââs in the boxes around the town of the places theyâve searched or cleared for Derek Hale. And in the middle with no âXâ lies âBeacon Hill rail depot.â The abandoned train station Derek is his betas lay low.
âJackson? Jackson hasnât really been himself lately.â
Jackson sits in his bed in the darkened room, in nothing but boxers. His hands up to his elbows, covered in drying blood.
âActually the funny thing is as of right now is, Lydia is the one who seems the most normal.â âAnd what about you, Stiles?â The dark haired woman asks him. âFeeling some anxiety about that championship game tomorrow night?â The boy pauses, looking almost offended. âWhat would you ask me that? Ah. Uh, no. I-I never actually play. But hey, since one of my teammates is dead and another oneâs missing, who knows, right?â âYou mean, Issac. One of the three runaways.â Issac, Boyd and Erica had to lay low and out of sights when word got to them that hunters were after Derek, therefore also after them. âHavenât heard from any of them, have you?â Stiles ignores that question. âHow come youâre not taking any notes on this?â âI do my notes after the session.â She tells him. He doesnât buy it. âYour memoryâs that good?â âHow about we get back to you?â She pulls the conversation back to the boy. âStiles?â He looks up at her and shakes his head, brushing off his thoughts and feelings. âIâm fine. Yeah, aside from the not sleeping, the jumpiness, the constant, overwhelming, crushing fear that something terribleâs about to happen.â If only he knew how right he was. âItâs called hypervigilance, the persistent feeling of being under threat.â She explains softly. âBut if not just a feeling, though. Itâsâ itâs like itâs a panic attack. You know. Like I canât even breathe.â âLike your drowning?â âYeah.â He agrees. âSo if youâre drowning, and youâre trying to keep your mouth closed until that very last moment. What is you choose to not to open your mouth? To not let the water in?â âWell, you do anyway. Itâs a reflex.â He argues. âBut if you hold off until that reflex kicks in, you have more time, right?â He shakes his head. âNot much time.â âBut more time to fight your way to the surface?â Stiles shrugs. âI guess.â âMore time to be rescued?â She presses. âMore time to be in agonizing pain. And did you forget about the part where you feel like your heads exploding?â He starts to get angry, not understanding where she coming from or where she even came from and why sheâs not taking notes, something feels off, but not necessarily bad, but heâs causations of this woman. âIf itâs about survival, isnât a little agony worth it?â âAnd what if it just gets worse? What if itâs agony now and thenâ and itâs just hell later on?â This whole matter thing, and the fear of losing his dad, and the fear of literally watching one of his best friends fight for her life while also pushing him to fight as well. Itâs too much, the werewolf thing was new and cool, the supernatural was interesting to explore and fully believe was real, but then it turned into people dying, and him and his friends and father almost dying, and everything in between, he canât breathe, heâs suffocating, heâs drowning. âThen think about something Winston Churchill once said: âif youâre going through hell keep going.â
Scott exits the shower and wipes the steam from the mirror. A noise catches his ears, choking. He hears someone choking. He creeps into his bedroom, only to see the kanima in the top comer of his room, holding his mother a few feet off the ground his tail wrapped tightly around the womanâs neck. âAs you can see, Scott,â Gerard speaks from a chair placed on the other side of his room. âthereâs been some interesting developments lately. I think we should catch up.â Gerard taking over control for the kanima. Wasnât apart of the plan.
Scott whips out his claws aiming them at the older man. âCome on, Scott, let be realistic about whoâs got the upper hand here.â âLet her go.â The younger boy demands. âCanât do that. But let her live? Thatâs up to you.â Scott looks at his mom being held my the kanima, he doesnât know how to help her without causing more harm. âWhat do you want?â He moves his eyes to look at his maybe girlfriendâs grandfather. âI want to talk.â He simply starts. âYou havenât been answering your phone.â Scott shakes his head. âLet her go, and we can talk about whatever you want.â Gerard stands from the chair and makes his way to stand near the creature hold the boys mom. âI want the same thing that I have always wanted. I want Derek and is pack.â âYou have them all in hiding.â The McCall boy shots back. âHow am I supposed to know where they are?â He speaks aggressively. âI think with the proper motivation, you could draw them out. And if you havenât noticed, I now have a fairly impressive means by which I can motivate people.â He tells him as the kanima hisses in what might be agreement. âWhy do you think Iâm able to control him? Oh, you know the myth, Scott. The kanima is a weapon of vengeance.â Scott frowns. âThis is about Kate?â âI didnât just come here to bury my daughter. I came to avenge her.â The kanimas tail tightens around the older McCall womanâs throat, her air way being cut off and she tries to choke for air, then within a moment a struggle the creature lets her go and she falls to the floor gasping for air she can finally take in, her son rushes to her, wanting to make sure sheâs okay. The kanima and Gerard leave the boys room and exit the house. âAre you okay?â Heâs asks. The woman shakes her head, coughing. âI donât know whatâs happening. I donât know what that thing was or even what you are, but whatever he wants just give it to him.â She begs, but still refuses to make eye contact. âMom, itâs not that easy.â âDo what he wants. Just give him what he wants.â âI donât know if I can.â He tries to explain.
âDerek told us to be back before sunup.â Erica tells Boyd as the two are walking through the dark woods. Boyd stops her and himself in the tracks and the blonde looks to the boy in question. âI thought I heard something.â âLook, if weâre gonna do the whole âI heard somethingâ thing, then we shouldnât be stopping.â The blonde beta says, a shake in her voice, this is still new to her and now their being hunted, and it scares her, more then she would like to admit. âWe should be running.â She adds. Boyd shakes his head. âNo, listen.â Erica does what he asks, and they both hear a wolf howling in the distance. âCoyote?â She asks. When she doesnât get an answer. âWolf?â She tries again. âNo, it canât be. There are no wolves in California.â He reasons. âNo, but there are werewolves.â Both betas are already on edge, this is only adding fuel to the fire. âThat didnât sound like Derek.â âMaybe it wasâŚâ but she cut off by more howling, louder, closer, and a lot more than just one. Growling can be heard within the howls the sound is surrounding them, but they canât see anything.
Derek is going through old books that are scattered around the living room of the old Hale house, trying to find any thing, any information to stop the kanima. Heâs having no such luck, when he senses his betas coming up behind him, he stop and looks up, âYou decided.â He says to them, as he turns to face them. The two look sad and worried for what the manâs reaction will be. âWhen?â He questions the teenagers. They donât say anything right away, but when they do itâs Erica that speaks up. âTonight.â âEveryoneâs gonna be at the game. And we figured it was the best time.â Boyd shares with the older man. âItâs not like we want to.â Erica tells him. Derek takes a few steps closer to them. âWhat do you want?â He asks. Erica shakes her head thinking for a moment. âSince I just turned 16 a month ago, I wouldnât mind getting my licence. I canât do that if Iâm dead, you know.â She tells him, sheâs sad, Derek helped her find herself, but she doesnât want to end up dead for deciding to stand by him. âWell, I told there was a price.â Derek defended. Boyd sighs. âYou didnât say it would be like this.â He shot back, and heâs right, the Alpha didnât fully explain the extent of what they could and most likely would be getting themselves into. âYeah, but I told you how to survive. You do it as a pack. And youâre not a pack without an Alpha.â At that he thinks the conversation is done, so he turns his back to them and goes to look over the books once again. âWe know.â The younger boys voice booms causing the Alpha wolf to turn around, not fully following what theyâre getting at. When Boyd looks away from Derekâs eyes, and to the floor, Derek smirks, not a happy one. âYou wanna look for another pack?â Erica looks away from his question. âHow are you even gonna find one?â He adds. The betas share a look with each other, but itâs Boyd who finds the courage to look at him and speak. âWeâll think we already did.â That both hurts and confuses the man.
Deaton hold up a rather large needle, making sure heâs getting the dosage correct, while Scott looks over some X-rays. The front door chimes letting the two know someone has entered the building. âWould you mind seeing who that is?â The older man asks Scott, but is discouraged when all the dogs starts barking like crazy. The two making eye contact when they know what that means, someone who may be intent on hurting them or Scott was now at the front desk, they slowly the McCall boy peaks around the door frame their hearts slow when their only met with Issac. Deaton walks past Scott and closer to the boy, opening the half swinging door lined with mountain ash to allow the Lahey boy to come past the barrier. âItâs okay, Issac.â The man tells him truthfully. âWeâre open.â Issac walks with uncertainty through the barrier and closer to Scott.
Y/n is sitting behind a desk in the hospital organizing files in the system, sheâd be lying if she said this wasnât the most normal shed left in weeks, probably more like months, but sheâs also watching the time on the screen waiting to leave, sheâs almost done with the last few files, when a woman approaches her. âHey, how you feeling?â She asks sweetly. Y/n looks up, to see Dr. Fell. The woman was new to the hospital, showed up a couple weeks ago, the McCall girl hasnât seen much of since she started and has barely said more then a quick âHelloâ in passing, the most she has spoken to her when she was treating the young girl a few night prior. Sheâs at a loss for words, when she thinks of the healed gash on her head, but collects herself quickly. âIâm, yeah, Iâm fine. Definitely better than I was.â The topic caused her heart to pick up a pace. Meredith, smiled down at the girl, but Y/n saw something behind it, it was kind, no hidden evil behind it like almost everyone else lately, but it almost felt like she knew the teenager was with holding information. She brought out of her thoughts, when her phone starts ringing and her brotherâs name flashes on the screen to show an incoming call from him. âJust be very careful, and if anything and I mean anything happens in the nextâŚâ the woman pauses to think about the timeline. âFour days, come see me. Only me.â But before Y/n can reply, Meredith walks away grabbing a flip board from a nurse and entering a patient room. Over thinking the very vague cryptic interaction, she misses the call, but itâs not long before another comes in, and she answers on the third ring. âHey, whatâs up?â She says down the line. âI need you to get to the animal clinic now.â She hears the worry. And agrees quickly. The timing couldnât have been more perfect, considering her shift ended three minutes ago. Y/n moves quickly to clock out and grabs the car keys, she had their moms car, Melissa was home, and she started work today an hour after her brothers started, so at least she wouldnât have to call and wait for a cab. She could have called Stiles, but things have been tense to say the least the past three days between the three of them.
Back at the Hale house the betas are explaining the events in the woods just before they headed back to Derekâs. âLike all of a sudden we heard all this howling. It was unbelievable.â âThere must of been a dozen of them.â Boyd added to what the blonde beside him was saying. âMaybe more.â Erica voiced. âYeah, or maybe only two.â Derek starts angrily. âYou know what the beau geste effect is? If they modulate their howls with a rapid shift in tone, 2 wolves can sound like 20.â He informs the betas like theyâre idiotic for not knowing this. âLook that doesnât matter, okay? Thereâs another pack out there. Thereâs got to be. Weâve made up our minds.â Erica tells him definitely. âWe lost, Derek. And itâs over. Weâre leaving.â Boyd tells him. âNo. No, youâre running. And once you start, you donât stop. Youâll always be running.â Derek says. But theyâve decided theyâre out. Erica grabs Boydâs hand and leads them both to the door, slamming it behind them. Derek turns back to the books but does pick up the search he was on before they walked in. Just bows his head, until another sense reaches him, he grabs a large broken piece of glass resting on the table beside his hand and throws it at someone standing behind him. Peter catches it, just at the sharp tip touches his throat and hold its there while staring down his nephew, who stares right back. âI expected a slightly warmer welcome. But point taken.â
Y/n reaches the front of the clinic and pulls open the door, the chime above the door being triggered. Scott peaks around the door and sees his sister beckoning her into the back room where she finds Isaac and Deaton along with her brother. She raises her brows in question towards Scott when she sees Isaac, the bot shrugs, letting her know heâs not sure right now, but that everything is fine for the time being. Scott moves back to the dog lying on the table, while Deaton is getting a needle ready. âWhy does it smell like that?â Issac asks. Deaton chuckles and looks at Scott. âWhat?â Issacâs asks upon seeing their interaction. âScott, said almost the same thing to me a few months ago. One day he could just somehow tell the difference between which animals were getting better and which ones were not.â The vet say. Y/n sitting on the chair off to the side, felt like she wanted to cry when she noticed the look the vet gave towards the dog. âHeâs not getting better, is he?â Deaton just shakes his dead to the newbie wolf. âLike cancer.â âOsteosarcoma.â Deaton further explains. âIt has a very distinct scent, doesnât it?â The older of the group questions. âCome here.â Deaton tells Issac, who frowns before stepping closer to the vet and the dog. Then the man looks over to the girl sitting off the side. âY/n, you too.â She slowly stands and makes her way to stand beside her brother, confused on why she has to be over here as well. âI know youâre well aware of what your new abilities can do, for you. Improve strength, speed , and healing. You ever wonder what it could do for others?â Deaton starts speaking to Issac. Y/n turns to face her brother, not following whatâs going on, getting a small smile in response as the twins look back to Issac and the vet. Issac looks to Scott for reassurance. âGive me your hand.â Deaton requests, holding out his own for the boy to take. When Issac gives in, the man places his hand on the dog. âGo on.â He encourages. Black veins make their way up the boys arms, Issac seemingly understands whatâs happening now, Deaton and Scott display small smiles, Y/nâs confused as hell. Issac removes his hand and watches as the veins slowly disappear. âWhat did I do?â He asks at the same time Y/n asks. âWhat just happened?â âYou took some of his pain away.â Scott told him proudly. Not only did tears brim Issacâs eyes at what he did, but also Y/nâs at what she had just witnessed. It was beautiful in a sad end of life kind of way, but the dog didnât have to spend his final moments in pain. âOnly a little bit. But sometimes a little can make quite a difference.â Deaton tells him. Issac wipes the tears that have fallen. âItâs okay.â Scott starts. âFirst time she showed me, I cried too.â Y/n places her hand behind the dogâs ear and gently pets. Issac sniffles and a wide grin spreads on his cheeks. Very happy moment in a twisted sad way.
âItâs quite a situation,m youâve got yourself in here, Derek.â Peter begins. âI mean, Iâm out of commission for a few weeks and suddenly thereâs lizard people, geriatric psychopaths, and youâre cooking up werewolves out of every self-esteem-deprived adolescent in town.â Not in the mood for Peterâs games, he tries to get to the point. âWhat do you want?â âWell I want to help. Youâre my nephew. One relative that I have left. You know, thereâs still a lot that I can teach you. Can we just talk?â We walks closer and closer to his nephew as he speaks, when heâs close enough Peter places his hand on the youngers shoulder. Derek looks down at his uncles hand. âSure. Letâs talk.â and in the next second he has shoved Peter to the other side of the room where he started, his back roughly slamming against the banister of the stairs.
Issac, Y/n and Scott at still in the back room of the clinic, as Scott cleans up for the night and listen to Issac talk. âTheyâre leaving tonight, during the game.â Scott closes the cabinet and looks to the boy. âSo, why are you telling me?â Issac waves his hand dramatically. âIâm not telling you. Iâm asking you. Iâm asking for your advice.â âYouâre asking for his advice?â Y/n asks confused. Her brother gives confusing advice most of the time everything he says will sound like an awkward question. âWhy?â Scott asks, kinda feeling the same way. Issac doesnât speak right away. âBecause I trust you.â âWhy?â The twins ask in unison. Issacâs frowns at their question. âBecause you always seem to want to do the right thing.â Y/n nods, that makes sense to her. âI usually have no idea what Iâm doing. Actually I always have no idea what Iâm doing.â âHmm.â Issac lets out a small chuckle. âDo you want to let me know what youâre doing right now?â âHeâs not going anywhere, if thatâs what you mean.â Y/n tells him softly. Sure Erica and Boyd and leaving. No one really knows what Derekâs doing, but she can say with 100 percent certainty her brother isnât going anywhere. Scott nods at what his sister said. âI have too many people here who need me.â Issac looks sadly to his lap. âWell, I guess that makes me lucky causeâ cause I donât have anyone, so.â He stops and gets up from the table he was sitting on and starts heading for the door. âAre you gonna go with them?â Scott asks. âYeah. Yeah, I think I will. Good luck with the game.â âWell, thanks, but Iâm notâ Iâm not going either.â Y/n looks to her brother shocked by that information. âWhat why?â She asks. âI canât even think about playing some meaningless game right now.â Scott tells them both. She understands. Itâs Issacâs turn to look shocked. âYou werenât at last practice were you?â Y/n catches something in his tone, but canât place it, Scott of course doesnât catch it right away. âNo, I skipped it. Why?â He give a slow nod. âAnd you didnât hear?â âHear what?â The McCalls asked. âJackson was there.â The twins look at him stunned. âWhat do you mean âthereâ?â Scott rushes out. âLike, he wasââ Y/n panicked words were cut off by Issac. âlike nothing had happened.â He nods at her. âReally?â Scott asks more to himself. âOh, noâ Y/n mutters. Something bad is about to happen. âThatâs meansâ the game tonight?â The McCall boy starts. âYeah, heâs playing.â Issac confirms. âWhich means weâre going.â Y/n says aloud.
The twins drive to the school and Scott runs ahead of her, rushing to get ready for tonightâs game, he didnât want to play, he wasnât going to play. But if Jacksonâs playing and heâs now being controlled by Gerard, the twins know something really bad is about to happen tonight. 20 minutes later she makes her way into the locker room in search of her brother, but finds Stiles first, and decides to stand with him, she knees the drill clash is about to come out of his office and make the same speech he does every year. âHey, where have you been?â Stiles asks. âWhere the hell have you been?â She says with a smirk. âFair.â He nods. He wraps his arm around her in a side hug, her head leaning on his shoulder. âIâm sorry.â He tells her. Y/n shakes her head. âYou have nothing to apologize for, Stiles. A lot happened, a lot more than any of us could have ever begin to imagine. I still havenât fully processed everything.â He nods gratefully at how understanding she is. Melissa awkwardly pushes her way through the boys locker room, in search of her kids, she doesnât see her son, but she sees her daughter and Stiles, and stands beside Y/n. Sheâs startled by the radio speaker and the coachâs voice booms from. âGood morning.â Finstock begins. âIn less than an hour, aircraft from here will be joining others around to world.â Melissa looks around confused. âAnd you will be launching the largest aerial battle in the history of mankind.â âWhat?â The twins mother asks, confusion growing. âMankindâ that word should have a new meaning for all of us today.â âWhat the hell is he talking about?â She asks her daughter and Stiles. Y/n giggles. âHe does this every year.â Stiles tells the woman. âSeriously?â âYeah.â The two teens reply together. âWe are fighting for our right to live.â The player erupt in cheers. âWait, is this?â Her daughter nods. âYeah, itâs the speech from Independence Day.â Stiles is unimpressed, by having to listen to this same speech again, while Y/n canât help but giggle to herself. âBut as the day the world declared in one voiceâŚâ Stiles looks to his friends mother. âCoachâs favourite movie.â He informs her. âWe will not go quietly into the night!â Melissa shakes her head. âDoes he know any sport speeches?â Y/n shakes her head. âI donât think he cares.â She says still watching coach give this speech. âToday we celebrate our Independence Day!â He cheers! The players once again erupt into cheers! Stiles, Melissa and Y/n go still when Gerard makes his way in behind coach and moves finstock aside to give his own speech. âWell spoken, coach. I might have chosen something with a little more historical value, but thereâs no denying your passion. And while I havenât been here long, thereâs no denying my pride in having a winning team for this school.â Melissa looks scared, while the trio all have glares on their faces looking to the man. Stiles moves to place his hand on Y/nâs wrist. âI know youâll all be brilliant tonight, even with only one co-captain leading you.â Gerard drops that and everyone is shocked. âShit.â Y/n mutters. Getting a nod of agreement from the boy standing next to her. âNow, Iâm your principal, but Iâm also a fan. So donât think Iâll be content to watch you merely beat this team. Get out there and murder them.â The trios glares turn to looks of horror as they all share looks, knowing thereâs a hidden meaning in the manâs words. Coach none the wiser just needs to have the final word. âYou heard the man. Asses in the field!â He shouts excitedly. More cheers from the players. âCoach!â Scott gets his attention. âCoach, are you benching me?â Finstock doesnât look happy about it. âItâs not my decision.â âBut I have to play.â
And heâs right any other day he wouldnât fight so hard, but he needs to be in the field to stop Jackson from doing something that Gerard demanded of him. âMcCall, youâre failing three classes. Academics come first.â He waves his hand as to say he really doesnât care about that. âCoach, you donât get it. You have to let me play.â He tried to fights. âMcCall, no. Not tonight. Tonight, youâre on the bench.â And with that coach walks off to join the rest of the players in the field.
Inside the Hale house, Derek is still throwing Peter around the house. He grabs the neck line of Peterâs shirt to lift him a bit, because slamming his fist into the older man face. When Peter tries to get up, Derek kicked him in the stomach. Peter groans and coughs. âYou donât actuâ actually think that I want to be the Alpha again, do you? That wasnât my finest performance, considering it ended in my death. I mean, Iâm usually moreâ â heâs cut off by Derek going in to punch him again. âCome on, do it. Hit me, hit me. I can see that itâs cathartic for you. Youâre letting go of all the anger, self-loathing, and hatred that comes with total and complete failure. I may be the one taking the beating, Derek, but youâve already been beaten. So, go ahead. Hit me if it would make you feel better. After all, I did say that I wanted to help.â Derek lowers his fist and shoves his uncle back to the ground. âYou canât help me.â He tells him and walks away leaving Peter stilling lying on the floor.
The trio sat in the players bench, all three looking around the field for anything or anyone out of place. âYour dad coming?â Scott asked. Stiles nodded. âYeah, heâs already here.â Stiles sighs. âYou seen Allison?â Stiles asks the McCall boy. No, you seen Lydia?â Scott directs that last part to his sister. âNo.â She replies. âYou know whatâs going on?â The Stilinski boy asks. Y/. Shakes her head. âNot yet.â Scott sighs. âItâs going to be bad, isnât it? I mean, like people screaming, running for their lives, blood, killing, maiming kind of bad?â The three look at one another. All nodding, already feeling, thatâs exactly how things are going to go down. âLooks like it.â Scott tells them. Stiles looks back to the field, and Y/n catches the tears lining his hazel eyes. She reaches over and interlocks their hands together, trying to bring him even just a little comfort. âScott, the other night seeing my dad get hit over the head by Matt, you know, while Iâm just lying there and I couldnât even more properly,. It justâ I want to help, you know, but I canât do the things you can doâ either of you.â âI canât even do the things I can do.â Y/n muttered. âI canât⌠â âitâs okay.â Scott tells his friend. âWeâre losing, guys.â He looks between the twins. Their sad conversation was disturbed but coach coming up behind them. âThe hell are you talking about? Game hasnât even started. Now put on your helmet and get out there.â Says. He looks to Stiles. âYouâre in for Greenberg.â âWhat? What happened to Greenberg?â Stiles asks shocked that the coach is telling him to go in. âWhat happened to Greenberg? He sucks. You suck slightly less.â The twins look at their friend, their solemn expressions now replaced by wide grins. âIâm playing? On the field? With the team?â Scott and Y/n are smiling at the boy their cheeks hurt. âYes, unless youâd rather play with yourself.â Coach asks. âI already did that today, twice.â Stiles says with zero shame, Y/n lets out a laugh at the absolute zero cares the boy has. âGet the hell out there!â Finstock yells. Stiles rushes grabbing his helmet and his net and running to the field.
âOh, no.â Noah says to himself as he watches his son run out into the field. âWhy is my son running out to the field?â Melissa looks to the man. âBecause heâs on the team?â She questions. It takes a second for the sheriff to remember that. âHe is.â He states. âMm-hmmâ âheâs in the team. Heâsâ heâs on the field.â Noah starts to stand up from the bleachers. âMy son is in the field!â Noah shouts excitedly. Everyone stares at him before he sits back down. Scott and Y/n laugh from the bench. âOh, dear god.â Stiles mutters at his fatherâs reaction. Scott and Y/n both look at the boy proud, but of course like every other good moment itâs short lived, when Scott hears Gerardâs voice move through his ears. âScott, can you hear me?â he places a hand on his sisters are to gain her attention. âWhat?â She mouths. âGerard is talking to me.â He whispers. âAh, you can. Good.â Y/n starts to worry when she sees her brother sit up straighter. She canât hear anything but Scott can, and by the look on his face itâs nothing good. âThen listen closely because the game is about to get interesting.â Scott hears the man say.
Quads race through the woods, Chris and Allison on the first one taking lead of the hunt. And two hunters following closely behind. The motors come to a stop and Chris speaks over his shoulder to his daughter. âPlay it again.â Allison pulls out her device and plays the recording of wolves howling. Chris gives a signal and they starts to drive through the woods again. Erica and Boyd are hiding behind a tree near by, not seeing that have been fooled to lure them all out of hiding, to be captured.
Gerard opens the silver tin, and swallows back a few pills. âLetâs put a real clock on this game, Scott. Iâll give you until the last 30 seconds. When that scoreboard clock begins counting down from 30, if you havenât given me Derek, then Jackson is gonna kill someone.â Y/n turns back to her brother. âWhatâs happening?â She whispers. âIf i donât give him Derek before the count down ends, heâs going to have Jackson kill someone.â She exhales a shaky breath. Her chest feels tight, and sheâs trying so hard to stop the anxiety attack that wants to show. âSo tell me, Scott, who gonna die tonight? Should it be your mother, who so bravely came out to support you? Or the sheriff, your bestfriends father? How about the pretty little redhead who managed to survive the bite of an Alpha. Or how about your twin, who also managed to survive the bite of an Alpha, and who has gotten very close to Derek, might not kill her right away, use her as bait to get Derek to come out of hiding. Or maybe one of these innocent teenagers either their whole life ahead of them.â On the field Stiles is starting to panic, this ainât just practice, he playing in a real game. Heâs playing in the state championship game. âOr should I do everyone a favor and kill that ridiculous coach? Itâs up to you, Scott. But you are going to help me take Derek down. Because if you donât.. Iâll have Jackson rip someoneâs head off right in the middle of the field and drench everyone you love and care about in blood.â The referee blows the whistle and the game begins.
âSee? Prime example right here. Iâm not healing as fast.â Peter tells Derek, as heâs now standing, while Derek sits on the stairs examining his healing knuckles, that are still covered in his blood and her uncles. âComing back from the dead isnât easy, you know. Iâm not as strong as I use to be. I need a pack. An Alpha like you. I need you as much as you need me.â Derek scoffs at what heâs listening to. âWhy would I want help from a total psycho?â He asks seriously. âFirst of all, Iâm not a total psycho. And by the way, youâre the one that slashed my throat wide open. But weâre all works in progress, right? So, we need each other. Sometimes when you need help, you turn to people youâd never expect.â Derek knows he canât trust Peter, but a war is coming, he might not trust him, but he might be able to use him, to be able to make it out of this mess with the hunters alive.
The game is in full swing now, theyâre 0-2 and theyâre zero. Stiles catches a ball that was thrown his way, but instead of running towards goal or throwing it to another player he stands there with a surprise laugh, heâs tackled by the other team. âOh.â Noah and Melissa groan. âHeâs probably just warming up.â Melissa tries to defend. Lydia and Noah nod. Stiles chases the ball on the field but before it enters his net, heâs tackled by two players on the opposite team. Scott hides his face. âHeâs getting his ass kicked out there.â Y/n says. âOh, heâs just a little nervous.â Lydia tries to ease the boys fatherâs nerves. âPlenty of time to turn it around.â She adds. A ball coming his way he tries to catch it with his net, catches it with his face, thank god for the helmet. The whistle blows, and Scott moves to go in, but coach is faster grabbing the boys shoulder and pushing him back down on the bench. âSit down, McCall.â âBut, coach weâre dying out there.â He pleas. âOh, Iâm aware of that. Now sit.â He walks away. And Issac sits down beside Scott. The twins look at him weird. When they talked at the clinic he says he wasnât playing and he was leaving with Erica and Boyd. âYou can to help.â Scott states. âI came to win.â He tells them with a smile. All three turning to see Gerard looking at them, not liking that Issac was in play now, but it was one of Derek pack out of hiding.
Erica and Boyd run through the woods trying to escape the hunters. âCome on. Run! Run!â She calls back to Boyd. The quads right in there asses. They run into narrowing tree lines where the motors canât drive through, the come to a stop and Allison jumps off the back and quickly grabs her bow and lines up her shot, striking Erica in the leg, she falls to the stones grounded and Boyd comes back to help her. Allison sees the beta down and takes off after them. âAllison wait. No!â Her father calls after her, removing his own helmet, to go after her. Boyd runs to help the blonde but she stops him. âNo, no, run.â She tells him. âGo.â She screams at him. He thinks for a minute before turning around and running from the girl and the hunters. Allison catches up to Erica and takes aim of another arrow towards the beta.
Scott, Issac and Y/n are still sitting in the bench watching their home team continue to lose. âYou got a plan yet?â Issac asks. Y/n shakes her head. âNo, right now itâs pretty much to keep Jackson from killing anyone.â Scott tells his teammate. âWell, that might be easier if youâre actually in the game.â Issac replies. And Y/n gets an idea. âWe have to make it so coach has no choice but to play you.â She says, but looking to Issac as she says it. âHow do we do that? Heâs got a bench full of guys he can use before he ever puts me on the field.â Scott asks, then he notices the looks passing between his sister and his teammate. âOh.â He says more to himself when he realizes what the two are silently conversing. âCan you do it without pitting anyone in the hospital?â Scott questions seriously this time. Issac lets out an exhale. âI can try.â The boy replies somewhat honestly. Issac slips on his helmet and runs out into the field. He passes Jackson and the two make eye contact and hold it for a second before Issac walks further into the field. The game is sitting at 0-4, with only a minute and 4 seconds left. The referee blow the whistle again the last half of the game begins. Issac tackles a teammate, stronger then humanly possible, one player down and closer to getting Scott in the game. âLahey!â Coach yells. âRamirez!â Coach calls into the game. Issac tackles and send him flying. Another player out. Murphy! Youâre in!â Issac throws him to the ground next. âLahey!â Finstock yells again. âSeriously, what the hell is your problem?â He shrugs like itâs no big deal and goes back to the game.
Allison shots Erica again, the two arrows into Boyd, then three more then another one. âAllison, stop.â Erica cries.
Jackson tackles Issac to the ground, Y/n and Scott stand up and rush over to the boy to inspect the damage. âItâs not broken. But I canât move it.â He tells the twins. âI think Jackson nicked me cause I can feel it spreading.â He goes on to tell them. EMTâs come up and lift the boy onto the gurney. Both McCalls look up to see her ears staring at them. âYou want to play chess, Scott? Then you better be willing to sacrifice your own pawns.â Coach comes up to Scott and slams the boys helmet into his chest. âEither youâre in or we forfeit.â He tells the boy. âGirl, McCall, get off my field.â And with that he walks away. âOkay.â Both twins say to two different things. Melissa runs up to her kids and grabs them both by the arm. âHey, something happening,isnât it? Something more than a lacrosse game?â Sheâs asks them. âYou should go.â Y/n tells their mother. If Scott doesnât give Gerard what he wants she knows their mom is in the list of people heâll hurt to get what he wants. Neither twin can risk that. âOh, Iâm not going anywhere. And everything that I said before , forget it. All of it. Okay? If you can do something to help, then you do it. You have to.â She tells her son. âI will.â He says. And he runs off to play a game. The McCall woman look at each other, before the mother wraps her arm around her daughterâs shoulder and they walk to where she was sitting with Noah and Lydia. Lydia moves over so Y/n and can sit between her and her mother. The strawberry blonde can sense the unease coming from her friend, and grapes onto her hand for comfort, getting a smile of appreciation from the younger McCall girl.
Allison is still shooting arrows into Erica and Boyd. âStop! Please, Allison, stop.â Erica screams through her cries. Allison pulls back another arrow aiming for the blondes head. Chris fires his gun and shot the crossbow his daughter is holding leading to the bow being flown to the ground, broken.
Even with Scott in the game theyâre still losing and theyâre getting tackled left, right and center. âDonât you know what youâre really bargaining for, Scott? Havenât you guessed what the real offer in the table is? Itâs Allison. Itâs always been Allison. You give me Derek, and Iâll let you have Allison.â Scott see the times on the board and gets back up to finish the game.
âYou owe me a new bow.â She tells her father. âYou owe me an explanation.â He barks back. She scoffs. âFor what? I caught them. Me.â Chris shakes his head. â âcaughtâ came very close to kill. And thatâs not the way we do this.â âMaybe itâs not the way you do it. I think my way worked out pretty well.â She says coldly. âAllisonââ he cut off when he lifts a hand to shush him and out her phone to her ear. âHey, grandpa, itâs me. We got our two runaways. Call us back.â She says happily into the phone. She laughs. âWhat?â She questions when she feels her fathers stare on her. âItâs just the first time Iâve heard you call him that.â
Issac half paralyzed is cornered in the boys lockers room by Gerard and his men, and Issac tried to army crawl away from them as best he could. âIt was a good effort, Issac. It was.â Argent says from behind the boy, one of his hunters handing over a large sword. Issac hears the sound of the blade and fear takes over his body. âThis would be so much more poetic if it were halftime.â He teases.
Peter is still trying to get into Derekâs good graces. âYou tried to build your pack. You tried to prepare for the worst. You werenât ready. Because of it, Gerard is winning. Heâs taking his time. Heâs toying with Scott. Heâs going after your wolves, one by one. Heâs relishing in his victory.â Derek looks up now. âHow about you tell me something I donât know?â He demands. âOh, Iâm going to. And itâs gonna prove why you should trust me. Why you need to trust me. Because Iâm going to tell you how to stop Jackson.â Derek frowns at this, he knows Deaton said Peter would say this, but he still wants to hear what it really is. âWhat do you mean? Know how to kill him?â He taunts. Peter smiles at this. âActually, how to save him.â
The sword scraps against the floor as Gerard moves closer to Issac, and pauses when he sees a smirk coming to the Lahey boys face, only to then see Scott golden eyes on display in the mirror, standing behind him.
Game is now 7-9. Beacon hills is catching up. Coach looks around but isnât finding the player heâs looking for. âMcCall! Whereâs McCall?â The ball rolls to Stiles who is standing alone on the other side of the field while the other players and fighting. âWhereâs the ball?â Someone asks. Stiles scoops the ball up with his net and start running towards goal, the Stilinski boy looks behind him to see about 10 players running after him, Lydia and Y/n hold hands even tighter at seeing him with the ball and almost to the goalie. Stiles screams and runs faster. âOh, crap.â Noah shakes his head, heâs vividly stressed. He gets to the goal and stops, looking back behind him to see the players closing in on him. âStilinski!â Finstock shouts. âShoot it! Shoot the ball.â But he still doesnât move. âShoot it you idiot.â He demands. From beside Y/n and Lydia stand up, still hands linked and yell at the boy, their voice reach his ears. âShoot it!â They tell excitedly. After that he throws the ball. It goes in. The crowd erupts in cheers, both girls arms shoot up and scream happily and surprised towards the boy, both wearing smiles they didnât know could get that big. Noah stands with them cheering for his son. The crowd is screaming and cheering. âI scored a goal?â The boy questioned. âI scored a goal!â He screams with the crowd.
Scott throws one of Gerardâs hunters to the wall, and looks back to find Gerard no longer in sight. âWhere is he?â He growls, fangs out.
8-9 and 2 minutes and 15 second. Left.
Stiles, has found his rhythm, and heâs dodging players, and scoring more goals. Heâs good, heâs really good. âYeah!â Noah cheers. âWhooo!â Y/n and Lydia cheer. The crowd is going absolutely insane in the best way.
âThereâs a myth that you can cure a werewolf simply by calling out its Christian name.â Peter goes on to tell his nephew. Derek shakes his. âItâs just a myth.â âWell, sometimes myths and legends bear a hint of truth. Our name is a symbol of who we are. But the kanima has no identity. Thatâs why it doesnât seek a pack.â âIts seeks a master.â Derek finishes the theory. âAnd who else grows up with no pack? No identity?â Peter presses on. âAn orphan.â Derek says. âJackson. And right now, his identity is disappearing beneath the reptilian skin. You need to bring him back.â Peter convinces. âHow?â Derekâs losing patience with this hypothetical crap his uncle is trying to cell. âThrough his heart. How else?â Peter argues back like itâs obvious. âYou know, in case you hadnât noticed, Jackson doesnât really have too much of a heart to begin with.â The Alpha states. âNot true. The night I killed the video store clerk, I attacked Jackson and the pretty young McCall, he protected her. The night I attacked her and Lydia Jackson rushed to their rescue. Heâd never admit it, but there is two people heâs shown a heart too. But one he has a true connection too, the other is the only way to get Lydia to believe it all and help.â âI donât trust you anywhere near them.â Derek told him mater of factly, but he couldnât deny that Peter had a point about Jacksonâs connection to Lydia and that the only person who could really convince Lydia was Y/n. And from what he has heard and seen, Y/n is the best to explain it to the strawberry blonde cause her and Lydia experiencing similar abilities. âSheâs the one person who could reach him. Who could save him. But we need Y/n to convince Lydia.â He fights the war in his head, that battles between texting her or not texting her, he doesnât want to involve her in anything to do with Peter, but if Peterâs right, he knows sheâs the only one who can get through to the Martin girl. He shakes his head, he doesnât know what the right thing to do is.
Stiles is killing it on the field. The crowd is goes wild when Stiles makes the winning shot. Y/n smiles at the proud look she sees the strawberry blonde wearing as she watches Stiles play. She can almost swear the Martin girl is cheering louder than anyone else for the boy, and it warms her heart. And then she wants to slaps her best friend upside the head for not noticing the boy sooner, could saved her and Scott from so much of the boys biting and pinning.
âYour best ally has always anger, Derek, but what you lack most is heart. Thatâs why youâve always known that you need Scott more than anyone. And even somebody as burned and dead on the inside as me knows better than to underestimate the simple yet undeniable power of human love.â
Scott forces his way through the crowd looking for Gerard and Jackson. The game is over, the 30 second countdown has started. And Gerard isnât one to make empty threats, which means someone about to die. Y/n sees Scott at the edge of the field and leave the three without a word and to catch him. âWhat are you going to?â She asks, fear lacing her tone. He looks at her, heâs scared to. The twins glance back at the timer one the board 25 seconds remaining. âThereâs Jackson.â She says and points towards the whittmore boy, who is already staring at them as he walks into the group of player hugging and jumping all over each other in celebration. 9 seconds. Jackson stands off where he canât be seen, takes off his gloves and descends his claws. The twins look through the crowd of players where they saw Jackson disappear into. 2 seconds. They canât see him. The buzzer goes off. Times out. 30 seconds over, and Gerard didnât get what he wanted. âWe did it! We won!â Coach yells, almost shocked. Considering how the first half of the game went it might be safe to say everyone is shocked they won. Stiles marvels in the game he actually helped win. âNothing happened. Nothing.â He says confused. A feeling of dread washes over girl. âI donât like this.â She mutters. âHeâs not one to not follow through. So what are we missing here?â She adds a little louder. âI donât know.â Scott shakes his head. Scott barely finishes speaking before the flood lights cut out, and a horrified scream cuts through the grounds. Everyone starts running off the field and screaming, no longer in the cheers of victory. Y/n grabs Scottâs arm so they lose each other in the crowd of people pushing a shoving as they make their way to the field to see what has happened. Who is dead. âScott! Y/n! Where are you?â The siblings hear their mother call out. They see a player laying unmoving on the ground surrounded by other players. âScott! Y/n!â âMom!â They both call. âAre you okay?â Scott asks the woman. âYeah, Iâm fine, Iâm fine. But somebody is hurt. Somebody is down on the field.â She tells her kids. The flood lights come back on. âGet out of the way! Move!â Finstock comes running to the player on the ground. âBack off!â He demands as he moves the players out of the way to see who is hurt. All three McCalls rush to the scene. âJackson?â Lydia calls out. And rushes to the field with everyone else. She sees the boy lying on the ground, unresponsive. âJackson. Whatâs happening?â She questions. âCan we get a medic over here?â Coach calls. âWeâre gonna need a medic.â He shouts. Melissa rushes up to the boy, and lays her ear on the boys chest. âHeâs not breathing. No pulse.â Melissa says as she looks up to the coach. Lifting his jersey the multiple puncture wounds are on this display, thereâs so much blood. âOh, my god. Thereâs blood.â Lydia cries. Y/n goes to make a move towards her strawberry blonde, but Scott stops her and grabs both her and Issac. âLook.â He tells them. They all see his fingers coated in blood. âWhat the hell?â She whispers. âHe did it to himself.â Issac says. It makes no sense, why would Gerard get rid of the kanima, why would he get Jackson to kill Himself. Melissa looks to Lydia. âGet down here.â She tells her kindly. Lydia doesnât move. âGet down here and hold his head.â The McCall woman yells this time, snapping Lydia out of her daze. She does what sheâs told. âTilt it up.â She instructs. Noah moves past the crowd and sees Jackson, his first thought is his son. âStiles. Whereâs Stiles? Whereâ whereâs my son?â He says to himself as he searches the faces, looking for his son. âWhereâs Stiles?â He asks the players. âWhere the hell is my son?â He yells.
At this Scott and Y/nâs attention is brought to the sheriff. In all this commotion they didnât notice that Stiles wasnât right beside them, didnât think twice because heâs always there, heâs always the constant. The twins look through the crowd hoping to spot their friend, with no luck Y/n pulls out her phone and calls, it rings but goes unanswered. She tries again and same thing, Scott tries just incase he doesnât want to talk to Y/n. Scott went unanswered as well. The McCall girl went to call again, when it started to ring with an incoming call. Derek. She thought about declining at this moment she needed to find Stiles, but on the off chance he knew. She answered. âWhatâs up?â She asks. âI think we might have a way to save Jackson, and thatâs Lydia, but your the only person who will be able to get through to her, the convince her all this stuff is real.â He explains quickly. And hearing this she wants to cry, she wants to open the flood gates and let out whatever needs to, but she blinks it away. Thereâs always too late. Theyâve been looking for a way to save the boy and they gave up and now their might be away and itâs too late. âY/n?â He asks when she doesnât answer. She sighs. âThat would have been helpful a few hours ago.â She tells him. âWhat do you mean?â She can hear the confusion in his voice. Y/n glances down at the whittmore boy. âJacksonâs dead. Gerard had himâŚâ she pause. âHad him kill himself on the lacrosse field once the game ended.â âWhere the hell is my son, where is Stiles?â Noah asks louder. Derek hears this from the other end. âWhat is going on?â He asks the girl. âStiles is missing. He was on the field during the game, everything happened and we seemed to have lost sight of each other and now heâs gone. Jackson is dead. Stiles is gone. I donât even want to know where Gerard disappeared to, but..â she wanted to punch herself in the face when her voice cracked. It was a coincidence that both Stiles and Gerard were no where to be seen, and she no longer knows what lengths this man will go to, to get what he wants. âY/n, what can I do?â âI donât know, DerekI donât even know what I can do. Your safer laying low. Thatâs what you can do. Lay low, donât draw attention. And just⌠just be safe.â He canât explain the feelings that came over him when she said that. He not blind, he know she cares for him, just like he cares for her, but it was different hearing it, but he felt oddly bad for enjoying it when she sounded so distressed.
Y/n doesnât think she can handle other person she cares about in danger. Seeing the commotion going on around her. âI have to go.â Derek didnât have time to say anything before the line went dead. âYou get an answer?â She asks her brother as she sees him pull his phone away from his ear. âNo.â âWhere the hell is he?â She asks to anyone really as she takes another look around the field just hoping she sees him running towards them, but he doesnât.
AN: so Iâm happy to say we finally have a small introduction to the TVD. But other than that, Iâm not sure how I feel about some of the storyline in this chapter, but happy itâs out!! :)
So it got supper sappy around the end, and Iâm not sure how I feel about the end of this chapter. But here it is!!
Matt stands on the front steps from the whittomore boys house, letting Jackson borrow his camera to document his history, Jackson doesnât give the boy time to back out and change his mind about lending out his camera, the jock takes the bag and walks into his house, leaving Matt standing there, a moment later he walks back to his car and get in, fearing Jackson is actually using the camera to record a sex tape he goes into his phone and connects to camera that is being set up I the whittmore boys room, seeing him in only his boxers he feels his thoughts are confirmed that heâs recording himself and some girl, but instead heâs confused to see that Jackson is just recording himself sleeping. Matt falls asleep in his car and jumps awake, looking at his phone screen to see the activity on the camera he sees Jackson covered I scales and slot raising from the bed, looking at the camera with yellow snake like eyes, running in front the camera and shifting into the kanima and darting off screen. Matt jumps and pants in fear from what he just saw. He hears a distant scream and looks up, hearing glowing and hissing he sees the kanima making us way around his car and coming up to the window, raising his clawed scaled hand up to the driver side window, Matt raising his hand up to touch the creature through the window, and from there he and the kanima had a connection. He controlled the creature.
The trio are in Stiles bedroom, yearbook laid out open on the desk, in red marker Mattâs picture is circled and his name is highlighted, their trying to explain tit he sheriff that Matt his the killer. âSo this kids the real killer?â Noah asks the three teenagers standing in front of him. âYeah.â His son answers. âNo.â Noah says. The three are shocked they thought he would believe them. âYes!â Stiles declares. âNo.â The older man says firmly. âDad, come on. Everybody knows the police look for ways to connect victims in a murder, okay? So all you have to do is, like look through their transcripts and figure out what class they all had in common.â Stiles explains, and looks back to the twins for back up, getting a nod from them both, encouraging him to go on and they were obviously on his side. âYeah, except for the fact the rave promoter Kara wasnât in Harrisâs class.â Noah fires back. âAll right, okay, youâre right, sorry.â Stiles apologizes. âSo then, does that mean they dropped the charges against him?â Y/n asked. Stiles looks back at his friend then back at his father with raised brows waiting for an answer. Noah looked between his son and the younger girl shaking his head. âNo, you know what? Theyâre not dropping the charges, but that doesnât prove anything.â He sternly tells them. âDo you two really believe this?â The sheriff directs his question to Y/n and Scott, who look at each other before looking back to their friendâs father nodding. âOh.â Stiles throws up his hand in disbelief. âThatâs really hard to explain how we know this, but you just gotta trust us.â Scottâs tells him. âWe know itâs Matt.â Y/n adds. Stiles looks back to his dad. âYeah, he took Harrisâs car, okay? Look, he knew that if a cop found tire tracks at one of the murders, and that if enough of the victims were in Harrisâs class, that theyâd arrest him.â The younger of the Stilinski men explained. âAll right, fine.â Noah sighs. âIâll allow the remote possibility, but give me a motive.â He asked the three. The friends looked between each other, unsure themselves on motive. âI mean, why would this kid want most of the 2006 swim team and its coach dead?â Noah continues. âIsnât it obvious?â His son asks with over dramatic hand gestures. His father and friends looking at him waiting for his answer. âOur swim team sucks!â He expresses. âThey havenât won in 6 years.â Y/n lets out a sigh, Scottâs looks at the ground and Noah looks unimpressed. âOkay, we donât have a motive yet.â The McCall girl says, defeatedly. âI mean, come on, does Harris?â Stiles asks. Which is a good question, there isnât any motive for him either. Noah nods. âWhat do you want me to do?â The teens looking shocked they didnât think they would be able to convince him. âWe need to look at the evidence.â Y/n tells him. Noah raises his brows at the young girl. âYeah, that would be in the station, where I no longer work.â âTrust me, theyâll let you in.â Stiles tells his dad. Noah stutters for a moment pointing at his son before he finds his words. âTrust you?â Stiles freezes. âTrust- trust Scott and Y/n?â âThem I trust.â He tells his son.
Noah, his son and the McCall twins walk into the station, coming up to the front desk. âItâs 2 in the morning.â The female deputy tells them, like they donât know that already. âBelieve me, I wouldnât be here if it wasnât extremely important.â Noah tells her. âWe look at the hospital stuff first, okay?â Stiles whispers to his friends. âWhy?â Both twins ask at the same time. âBecause all the murders were committed by Jackson, except for one, remember?â The twins nod. âThe pregnant girl, Jessica.â Y/n voices. âYeah, since Matt had to kill her himself, somebody from the hospital couldâve seen him.â Stiles goes on to tell them. After a moment of hesitation the deputy working the front desk nods her head in a silent tell, saying he could go back there. âThank you.â He tells her before looking over his shoulder. âKids.â They follow Noah back, but not before giving a small wave in thanks to the woman.
In the back the department going over security footage from the hospital. âI donât know, guys. I mean, look at this. There was six-car pile up that night, the hospital was jammed.â Noah says to the three kids hovering over his shoulders looking at the footage. âAll right, just keep going.â Stiles all but demands. âLook, he had to have passed one of the camera on that floor to get to Jessica.â Y/n adds in, wanting to put all this Matt and kanima ordeal to put an end as quickly as possible. âHeâs gotta be on the footage somewhere.â She adds almost losing hope. âHold on.â Y/n said at the same time Stiles said. âOh,stop.â âDid. You see that?â Scott asked the older man as he also saw what his sister and friend saw. âScroll back.â Scott said. âThatâs him!â All three said in unison. âThatâs Matt!â The Stilinski boy told his father. Noah paused the video. âAll I see is the back of someoneâs head.â âMattâs head, yeah. I sit behind him in history.â Stiles argued. Noticing the way his father was looking at him as if to say âare you serious?â âHeâs got a very distinct cranium, itâs weird.â The boy added. âAre you crazy?â The man voiced out loud and not just from a look. Scott and Y/n look to their friend confused on his argument. âAll right, fine, then look at the jacket, huh? How many people do you know who wear black leather jackets?â Stiles tries. Y/n looks down to her outfit, she had switched out the deep red dress for black skinny jeans and a grey tank top, but she kept the black leather jacket Lydia had demanded she pair with the dress. âMillions, literally,â Noah starts as he looks over to the girl. âY/n is wearing one right now.â He adds. Stiles looks to the younger McCall, with a look of betrayal. âDonât look at me like that, if I had of known your true point was going to be against people wearing black leather jackets, I would have worn the brown one.â The girl sassed back. âOkay, can we scroll forward?â Scott interrupts, wanting to get back to proving Mattâs killing people. âThereâs gotta be a shot of him coming at one of the cameras.â Thereâs gotta teen wolf adds. âBut, what if there isnât?â Y/n voices her concerns. All three men looking at her waiting for her to elaborate. âHeâs some master mind behind all these killings, you think heâs not going to be smart enough to avoid cameras. It would be too easy to catch him this way.â The two teenagers nod at whatâs sheâs saying, they agree. âLetâs hope he slips.â Scott says aloud. âRight there! Stop, stop!â Stiles shouts. His father pausing the video again. âSee, there he is again.â âYou mean thereâs the back of his head again.â Noah argues louder, heâs just about fed up with this goose chase. But then the trio notice something better than trying to catch him on camera, they see Matt talking to no other then the twins mother, Melissa McCall. âOkay, but look.â Y/n points to her mother and Matt on screen. âHeâs talking to our mom, if we canât get him in camera, we can call her and ask her if she remembers seeing if that night.â Stiles nods aggressively, and Scott pulls out his phone and dials their mother, when she answers, he puts the phone on speaker so the other can hear. âScott, you know how many people I deal with in a day?â She asks, standing in the upstairs hallway of her house. âThis oneâs 16. Heâs got dark hair, looks like a normal teenager.â Scott tries to explain. âYeah, he looks evil.â Stiles shoots in. Melissa ignores the boys remark. âScott, I already talked to the police about this.â Seeing that her brother was starting to get discouraged by this conversation, Y/n grabbed her phone from the back pocket of her jeans and spoke through the phone Scott was holding. âOkay, mom, Iâm gonna send take a picture and send it to you.â
Opening the camera app she takes a picture of his yearbook photo from the book on Noahâs desk and navigates to her motherâs contact and sends it through. It quickly delivers and Melissa opens the new notification from her daughter and stares at the picture of a picture. âDid you get it?â Y/n asks the older woman. âYeah.â âDo you recognize him?â Scott asks more urgency in his voice. âDo you remember him?â He adds. âYeah, I did. I mean, I remember I stopped him because he was tracking mud in the hall. Guys whatâs going on?â The four in the dark room share a look, thinking they might be on to something now. âItâs- itâs nothing mom. Weâll explain later. I gotta go.â He tells her before ending the call. Noah shifts back through previous reports throughout the case. âWeâve got shoe prints alongside the tire tracks at the trailer site.â He tells the teens. âAnd if they match, that puts Matt at the scene of three murders. The trailer, the hospital, and the rave.â The younger Stilinski says. âActually, four.â Noah informs them. âFour?â The trio asks together. âA credit card receipt for an oil change was sighed by Matt at the garage where the mechanic was killed.â Noah finished as he looked to his son and Y/n who were there when it happened. âWhen?â Stiles asks. âA couple hours before you got there.â They had him. âAll right, dad, if oneâs an incident, twos a coincidence, and threes a pattern,â Stiles starts. âThen whatâs four?â Y/n finishes. The man pauses for effect as he looks at the three kids. âFours enough for a warrant.â Scott stood there shocked as his sister and best friend marveled in silent excitement. âScott, call your mom back, see how quick she can get here. If I can get an official ID, I can get a search warrant.â Scottâs nods slowly still stunned from the events. âYou two,â he points to his son and Y/n âGo to the front desk. Tell them to let Melissa in when she gets here.â âOn it.â Stiles exclaims as him and Y/n head out to the front of the building.
Stiles and Y/n make it into the front leading behind the front desk to discover itâs empty, no one sitting watch. Looking around and not seeing anyone Stiles calls out. âHello?â Getting no answer the two look over the swinging door type gate thing to take you behind the desk to find the woman who was on night shift, laying in the floor, eyes wide and lifeless, her body and surrounding her body covered in blood, coming from the large claw gashes in her chest and stomach. Stiles grabs Y/nâs hand while the McCall girls other hand flies to her mouth to stop the scream in her throat. Stiles notices the womanâs on duty gun is no longer in her belt. Turning around to tell Noah and Scott theyâre met with the barrel of the missing gun aimed at their heads. Matt holding the gun. Y/n squeezes the boys hand, trying to keep the two as close as possible. Stiles placed just enough in front of the girls sheâs able to send off a text without being caught, hoping the person gets here before someone else dies by Mattâs hands.
Still reeling from the effects of the large dose of wolfsbane, thereâs a high pitch ringing in his ears it stops once he comes to in his house on the floor, Deaton calling his name hoping for the Alpha to regain consciousness, letting in a gasp of air Derek takes a look around, seeing the whole in the floor where Peter had come out of, but no Peter and no Lydia. âThat sound.. what was it?â He asked as he sat up. Deaton hold up a dog whistle with a smile. Derek stands up, but almost losing his footing before Deaton stood up the help catch him. âYouâre gonna be weak for several hours.â The Doc tells him. Derek looks around remembering what had taken place. âItâs actually happened.â âDonât worry. Youâre still an Alpha. But, as usual not a particularly competent one.â A loon of anger crosses the Alphas face, but not so much from the comment. âWhere is he?â âI wish I could tell you.â Derek shakes his head. âThen, how about you tell me what youâre doing here, and why youâre helping me.â He steps closer to the doctor. âHelping your family actually used to be a pretty important part of my life. Helping you was a promise I made to your mother.â Derek takes a step back in shock, not expecting that. âYouâre the one my sister talked about. She said youâre a.. kind of advisor?â âShe was right. And I have some advice that you need to listen to very closely right now. What Peter managed to do doesnât come without a price. Heâll be physically weak, so heâll rely on the strength of his intelligence, his cunning. Heâs gonna come at you, Derek. Heâll try to twist his way inside your head. Preying on your insecurities. Heâll tell you that heâs the only way you can stop Gerard. Do not trust him.â âI donât trust anyone.â Derek says quickly. âI know, but thatâs not necessarily true anymore, is it.â The man calls him out. Derek knows heâs right, but he also knows thereâs no point in responding to that, the vet already knows. âBut if you did, you might be the Alphayou think you are. And unfortunately, one of the people you should trust, doesnât trust you at all.â âScott.â The Hale man mutters. âHeâs with Stiles and Y/n right now. You need to find him, you need to find him as fast as you can. Iâve know Gerard for a long time. He always has a plan.â Deaton pauses to look at the whole in the floor before continuing. âSomething tells me⌠itâs going exactly the way he wants it to.â Before Derek can respond, his phone dings with a notification, Deaton nods for him to check it. Pulling the phone out of his pocket it sees itâs a text from Y/n
Y/n:
S.O.S
It reads and under that is a pin of her location. The sheriffs station.
Scott hangs up the phone and looks up to Stilesâ father. âSheâs on her way here.â Before the man and respond he sees something past the McCall boy. âSheriff?â Scott asks worriedly before he looks behind him as well, seeing his friend and sister walk back into the room, but theyâre not alone, Matt is behind them pointing a gun into their backs. The two at gun point move back beside Scott. Everyone is tense other than the boy holding the weapon. âMatt? Itâs Matt right?â Noah asks, with his hand up to show the boy he isnât a threat. Matt nods. âMatt, whateverâs going on, I guarantee you thereâs a solution that doesnât involve a gun.â The sheriff tries to deescalate the situation. âYou know, itâs funny you say that, because I donât think youâre aware of just how right you are.â Matt informs. The trio knowing what he means by that, and moving closer to each other. âI know you donât want to hurt people.â Noah tries. âActually, I wanna hurt a lot of people.â He declares calmly. âYou four werenât on my list, but I could be persuaded. And one way is to try dialling somebody in their cell phone, like McCall is doing.â Scott pulls his hand out of pocket quickly. Y/n glad she didnât get caught when she sent off a text to Derek, now sheâs just hoping the extra set of fangs and claws show up soon. âThat- that could definitely get someone hurt. Everyone.â He waves the gun between them all before pointing it back at Y/n âEspecially your sweet little sister, who isnât that sweet, canât even appreciate simple compliments.â His facial expression darkens towards the girl. Y/n wanted to fire back but now was not the time to bring up that his compliments were creepy stalker photos, thatâs one way to extremely escalate a situation. All four hostages glare at the boy standing in front of them. âEveryone. Now!â He shouts, waving the gun to indicate them all to put their phones on the desk. âCome on.â Noah directs the teens calmly. The twins and both Stilinskiâs pull out their phones and place them onto of the desk.
Matt leads them all to the holding cells and instructs Stiles to handcuff his father to one of the bars on the cells. âTighter!â Matt demands when he sees how loose he made the cuff. He hesitates. âDo what he says, Stiles.â His father tells him softly. Fully locking him in place. Matt moves the gun silently telling the other teens to move out of the room, Scott places Y/n in front of him and Matt shoves Stiles to move faster. Coming down the hall they come to a crossroads. A gasp leaves the McCall girl and the three freeze at the three gutted deputies laying in the hall, blood covered the floor and walls, it looks like something out of a horror movie, something the trio never thought would actually been seen with their own eyes outside a tv screen. âWhatâre are you going to go, kill everyone in here?â Y/n asks trying to steady her voice. She doesnât want him to see she is truly freaking out right now. This is now the fourth dead body she has seen in a span for 20 minutes. âNo, thatâs what Jacksonâs for.â Matt chuckles. âI just think about them, and he does it.â Matt moves them along. Scott grabs onto his sisterâs hand trying to keep them both grounded and from losing it completely. One of the deputies is still alive but is grabbed by a scaled arm dragging him down the next hallway.
Allison sits in the centre of her bed trying to process the death of her mother. âSweetheart.â Gerard says kindly. âI donât and to talk.â She tells him barely above a whisper âI understand. Iâm not sure if thereâs anything I can say. I wonât pretend to know what youâre going through.â âThen leave.â The Argent girl tells him. âOf course. I just wanted to give you something from your mother. Partly because I couldnât help noticing that things have been kind of difficult between you two. But it can wait.â He turns to walk out of the room, but it stopped by his granddaughter. âWhat?â She canât help but be curious. âWhat is it?â âNo, really, sweetheart, it can wait. You get some rest.â He toys with her. âWhat is it?â She demands this time, not even close to being in the mood for family mind games. He smiles, knowing he has her right where he wants her. âAs you know, your mother wrote a suicide note to explain away our difficult situation to the police.â He moves to sit in the end of the girls bed. âShe wrote this note to explain it to you.â He holds up an envelope with his name neatly printed on it. âIf I give this to you , you have to destroy it immediately. You burn it. You promise?â His voice no longer soft but the serious scary tone he uses. âYes.â She whispers. âI want you to know she asked me to read it. I told her I shouldnât, that it was private between the two of you. But she wanted my thought. As I said before, I donât know what youâre going through. I wasnât close to my own mother. But reading this made me sorry I hadnât tried to be. Because if this were my mother, if these words were written for me, I donât know how I could sit still until someone paid for her death. Any pity Iâd have for Derek and his pack would be burned on by a white-hot desire for retribution, or a kind of blood and destruction that would have Derek and his wolves howling not for mercy, but for their own sweet deaths.â He turns back to his granddaughter with a cold murderous look in his eyes. A few tears fall down her cheeks as he places the letter on the bed in front of her and leaves the room. Once heâs gone Allison rips open the envelope and reads her motherâs printed words.
Matt sits in the office pointing the gun between the trio as they work the shred all the case files that make link anything back to himself. Stiles deletes everything from the computer while Scott shreds the paper documents and Y/n finds the paper evidence and hands it to her brother. âAnd weâre done.â Stiles says. âAll right, so, Matt, since all the people you brutally murdered deserved it because they killer you firstââY/nâs interrupted Stiles adding, âwhatever that means.â âI think weâre good here right?â Scott asks, hoping they can just be done and no one else will get hurt. âSo, Iâll just go get my dad and weâll go, you know? You continue on the whole vengeance thing. Enjoy the kanima.â His speech is cut off by the sounds of a vehicle approaching and headlights flooding through the office windows. âSounds like your momâs here, McCalls.â Matt says mockingly. âMatt, donât do this. When she comes to the door, Iâll just tell her to leave. Iâll tell her we didnât find anything. Please, Matt.â Scott pleads. âShe has nothing to do with this.â Y/n argues. The pause at the sound of the doors creaking. âIf you donât move⌠Now, Iâm gonna kill your sister first, then Iâm gonna kill Stiles, and then your mom.â Scott and Stiles look scared, and Y/n swears she actually felt her heart stop. Taking deep quiet breaths trying to get her mind and breathing to slow, the last time she really tried to use her ability was when Derek and Peter were fighting, and it failed miserably, she just got a shocked nose bleed and had to be forcefully stopped by Stiles. But if it was going to work at all, she was praying now was the time, her brothers life, her best friends life, his father and her mothers life were on the line, they were screwed either way, might as well try something. Matt pushed the three out of the office and towards the front desk, the door blocking off the office and the front desk. âOpen it.â Matt demands Scott. âPlease.â Scott tried again. âOpen the door.â Matt says either calm force. Y/n feels the dizziness she usually does when trying, sheâs got her sight aimed at Matt sheâs not sure what sheâs planning to do, she was able to throw the betas back from Scott at the ice rink but sheâs not sure how to have that outcome again. Scott opens the door and see Derek standing there. Relief washes over the girl she loses the concentration. âOh, thank god.â She breaths out, but of course like everything else in their lives lately itâs short lived when the man falls forward on the ground and the Jackson in half kanima form is standing where Derek was, Matt wears an evil grin the twins and Stiles stand there shocked as Jackson slowly stalks into the room.
Allison burns the letter and as she wanted it burn on her desk she looks over all her texts books and photos of her and Lydia and her and Y/n and the three of them, she looks over notebooks. Sheâs done with it all, everything on her desk she starts to throw in the garbage, next she rips all the photos off her walls and pulls everything out of her closet. She changes from the baggy clothes to tight fitting black clothes, grabs a black box and opens it examining the many arrow heads, she checks the cross bow. Sheâs done fighting the part of her life thatâs hunter, sheâs all in, she doesnât care if theyâre her friends. Sheâs done.
Y/n makes a move to check on Derek but is stopped abruptly by Matt training the gun in front of her face. âDonât move!â He demands. âNot moving.â She steadies herself as best as she can. Derek moves his eyes to girl, telling her to stay where she is without words. Matt leans over the man. âThis is the one whoâs controlling him?â Derek asks. âThis kid?â He adds unimpressed. âWell, Derek, not everyoneâs lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf.â He mocks. The friends share a look. âOh, yeah, thatâs- thatâs right. Iâve learned a few things lately. Werewolves, hunters, kanimas. Itâs like a frickinâ Halloween party every full moon. Expect for you, Stiles. What do you turn into?â âY/n.â Sheâs pulled from the situation in front of her to the sound of Derek whispering her name. She glances at him, not wanting to fully take her attention from the boy roughing her friend and brother. âSlow your heart, focus your mind.â He tells her quietly, trying to encourage her to try what she did at the ice rink. Getting small nod, before she looks back, taking calming breaths, and trying to tune out her best friends sarcastic remarks. âAbominable snowman. But, uh, itâs more of, like a winter time thing, you know, seasonal.â Matt didnât like the back talk and nods to Jackson who slashes his claw to the boys neck, rendering him also paralyzed, âYou bitch.â Stiles pushes out before landing right on top of Derek. âHey!â Scott yells, and moves forward but is stopped by Jackson. âGet him off of me.â Derek complains. âOh, I donât know, Derek. I think you two make a pretty good pair. Where was this pairing a few weeks backs, learned I had to compete against you, for this one.â He waves his gun towards Y/n. Scott frowned at this, not about something possibly going on between his sister and the Alpha, no more so how would Matt of all people know anything. âNo one to compete with, when you werenât in the running to begin with.â She bit out, was it smart to egg on a psycho with a murdering lizard pet and gun, no. But she was done with this guy. This pissed the boy off. âYou think youâre better than me?â He walked towards her painfully slow. âI think we both know the answer to that.â She was dumb, hundred percent, she knew that, she knew the smart thing was to shut the hell up. But no sheâs an idiot and kept going. Even though she saw that Scott was taking this as a distraction, because Mattâs attention was on his sister, so was Jacksonâs, so he moved slowly, trying to get closer to Matt. None of them had a plan. They were all acting without really thinking. âYouâre not.â He states, she couldnât help the scoff of a chuckle that came out. âReally because where I stand, Iâm not the one killing people, Iâm not the one talking pictures outside your bedroom window, Iâm not the one trying to corner girls in bedrooms at parties, trying to justify my actions because i think someone looks good.â Shit. Nope that shouldnât have come out. She saw the look of rage pass through her brothers eyes and he made a move but unfortunately Matt was quicker, but the anger and fear of that took over her body and mind was enough the push him back and lose his footing, and stop his attack against the McCall boy. Turning back he was met with a dark expression on the other twins face and he smiled darkly. âI knew you were something. Just could t figure it out.â He nodded putting some pieces together. And then laughed. âYou had to get angry. Then too that off with fear for your brother safety, your emotions are tied to it.â Then he looked at Derek with another smile, putting that piece together. âDumbass over here, told you to focus your mind. Which means thatâs a huge factor in whatever the hell you just tried to do.â
He moved closer to the girl with each word and when he was close enough. âWe canât have that.â He moved to fast before anyone could catch up Y/n was roughly shoved to the side, Matt had calculated the push and the fall so well, the McCall girl hit the side of her head off the corner of the desk she was just standing against a moment ago, and fell to the ground. Unconscious. âThats gonna leave a mark.â Matt jokes. âDerek!â Stiles said weakly but fearfully. He was turned the other way and he couldnât move to see the girl, but Derek could see, and he needed to know she was okay. He couldnât see the rise and fall, and he worried seeing the steady flow of blood coming from the gash the corner of the desk made when it came into contact with her head, but he could hear her breathing, hear her heart beat. âSheâs alive.â He told the boy. Matt kneeled down, âCant use your little mind trick, if youâre not conscious.â He said has the back of his hand traced her face. âDonât touch her!â Derek grunted out. Matt laughs and turns back to the wolf paralyzed on the floor beside them. âIt just kinda suck, thought, to have all that power taken away from you with just a little cut to the back of your neck. I bet youâre not use to feeling this helpless.â The disturbed boy taunted. âStill got some teeth. Why donât you get down here a little closer, huh? Weâll see how helpless I am.â He threatens. âYeah, bitch.â Stiles mumbles in agreement. Scottâs attention to grabbed by the sound of another vehicle approaching. This one he knows is definitely his mom. âIs that her?â Matt asks. âDo what I tell you, and I wonât hurt her. I wonât even let Jackson near her.â He tells the boy. âScott, donât trust him!â He demands weakly. Matt doesnât like this and is ripped off Derek and now lays flat on his back beside the older man. Matt places his boot to the Stilinski boys throat and applies pressure. âThis work better for ya? Or what if I finish off Y/n over there, sheâs looking a little pale.â Stiles gags from his air way being cut off. Derek stares at the ceiling, but his hearing is tuned into the girl lying beside him, listening intently to her heart. âHey, just stop! Stop!â Scott yells. He doesnât know what to do, heâs now alone in this fight. His sister is unconscious, stiles is paralyzed, Derek is paralyzed. It now falls on him alone to make sure everyone in this station gets out alive. âThen do what I tell you to.â Mattâs getting angrier. âOkay.â Scott agrees. But Matt doesnât take the pressure off Stilesâs throat. He stands there angry debating just ending the boy right here right now. âStop!â Scott yells this time louder. Finally he removes his foot and the boy on the floor takes in a deep breath, his face going back to its normal color. âYou, take him in there.â He tells Jackson about Stiles. âYou..â he directs at Scott this time. âWith me.â
Melissa enters the building looking for someone, she doesnât have to look long before she hears her sonâs voice. âMom?â She lets out a sigh. âYou scared me, where is everyââ sheâs cut off when she finally looks to her son to see Matt standing behind with a gun pointed to the back of Scottâs head. âMom, just do what he says. He promised he wonât hurt you.â He tries to tell her calmly. âHeâs right.â Matt says before Scottâs turns to face him and Matt shoots the McCall boy in the stomach. Melissa screams, as her son falls to the floor holding his wound. Inside the holding cells, Noah hears the gunshot and the womanâs screams. âScott! Stiles! Y/n! What happened?â His question goes unanswered. âBut I didnât say I wouldnât hurt you.â Matt tells the boy while looking at the twins mother. Melissa takes a few steps towards her son to address the injury, but is stopped. âHey back, back!â He points the gun at her. âMom, mom, stop, mom!â Scott panics. Melissa is having an internal debate, she wants to help her son, but sheâs know good to him if this boy shoots her too. âI said get back!â Matt shouts again, when the woman doesnât fully back up. âScott.â She pleads. Sheâs listening in, she heard Noah call for all three kids, which means there all there, but where is her daughter, why canât she see her or hear her, she knows both kids would fight tooth and nail for each other and if possible Y/n would be out here. And now sheâs afraid to ask her next question. âScott, whereâs your sister?â Her voice breaks, with the sight of her son and the unknown whereabouts of her daughter, sheâs barely holding it together right now. Scott groans in pain, but doesnât get the chance to answer because the shooter beats him to it with a laugh. âThe little princess is taking a nap, but when we left the room she was looking a little pale.â He said sinisterly. âNow back up!â He yells again. âScott.â âMom, do it. Please, mom.â Melissa nods and takes a few steps back, when satisfied with the womanâs distance, he speaks to the boy bleeding on the floor without taking his eyes off the woman. âGet up, McCall.â Noahs voice sounds through the station trying to get the boys attention. âMatt? Matt, listenââ âshut- shut- shut up!â Matt stutters, the longer time that passes the angrier and less stable the boy becomes. âEverybody shut the hell up! Now get up or I shoot her next!â He aims the gun right to Melissaâs head. Scott gets up, and Matt leads them to the holding cells, where he locked Melissa into a cell, Noah is stilll cuffed to a bench and Scott weakly stands against the wall. Heâs not healing fast enough because the bullet is still imbedded into his abdomen. âPlease, please. He needs a doctor.â The older McCall woman cries. âYou think so?â Matt questions. âHey, hey, you listen to me!â Noah points a finger at the boy. âItâs all right. Iâm okay.â Scott shouts over them, hoping to not make this any worse. âNo, honey, youâre not okay.â âItâs doesnât hurt, mom.â The boy tries to ease his motherâs worrying. âCause thatâs the adrenaline, okay? Please, let me- let me just take a look at him, okay?â She pleads that last part to the boy holding the gun. âI mean, I can stop the bleeding.â Matt gets a kick out of this when he realizes something, and turns back to Scott. âThey have no idea, do they?â He asks. The mother of two is still pleading from the cell. âJust let me take a Quick Look.â She begs. âShut up!â He yells losing patience âlady, if you keep talking, Iâm gonna put the next bullet through his head. Then Iâm gonna go into the next room and put one through your daughters, if she isnât already dead.â âOkay.â She doesnât want to stop fighting for her kids but if shutting up is what gives them a bit more time, then so be it. âBack to the front, McCall. After you.â He adds when the boy doesnât make a move to listen to his orders.
Coming back into the office area, Stiles, Derek and Y/n were dragged into the sheriffâs office while Derek and Y/n, the three lying side by side. âThe evidence is gone. Why donât you just go?â Scott tried to reason. âYouâ you think the evidence mattered that much, huh? No, no, I- I want the book.â âWhatâ what book?â Heâs asks genuinely confused. Derek is trying to force his body to heal and push out the toxins, while also refusing to take his eyes off Y/n, the amount of blood that came from the wound on her forehead is concerning enough, but the fact that sheâs still unconscious, scares him more, her breathing and heart are slow and faded, and he fears if they donât get out of here soon, she wonât get out alive. âThe beastiary!â Matt yells into Scottâs face. Derek and Stiles side eye each other at the name of the book, wondering why he wants it, but knowing nothing good will come from him having it. âNot just a few pages, I want the entire thing.â Scott shrugs and shakes his head. âI donât have it. Itâs Gerardâs. what do you want it for, anyway?â Derekâs eyes move back to the girl beside him when he heard a small shift of her body, and a soft groan. âY/n?â He whispers. âMmm.â The girl groans. Consciousness, is a good sigh, but the still faded breath sounds arenât. âI want answers.â Matt says. âAnswers to what?â The teen wolf is even more confused. Y/nâs eyes open slightly but the light in the room hurts, her head is pounding, she feels cold yet warm, and sheâs trying to fight off the nausea. She tries to move but is stopped by the older man voices. âHey, no, donât move.â He tells her, not wanting her to use more energy than she has. âBut keep your eyes open.â He adds when he sees her eyes begin to close again. Heâs scared that if they close again, they wonât ever open again. She takes a deep breath and fights against the urge to sleep. She looks around the room as best she can with limited movement. Jackson is standing inside the door way watching the three on the floor, and Matt and her brother are arguing. Focus on their conversation, stay awake, and listen. She sees Matt shake his head before lifting his shirt to show scales growing along the side of his abdomen. âTo this.â Everyoneâs eye widen, even Y/n who was having troubles keeping them open. âThatâs not good.â She mutters groggily.
In the basement of the Argent house Chris, Gerard and Allison are loading up guns, when Allison shows her phone to her father. âHe wants the bestiary?â Allison shakes her head. âItâs not from Scott. He wouldnât have texted me. And he definitely wouldnât have mentioned Derek.â She explains as Chris shows the text to Gerard. âThe sheriffs station?â The older man asks. âIf Derekâs really there, I doubt itâs willingly.â Chris tells them.âyou think Jackson will be there too?â The teenage girl asks. Allison looks to her father, who looks to his father. âMaybe. Maybe him and the one controlling him.â Chris lays down the blueprints to the station. âHow many do they keep on in a night shift?â Gerard speaks. âSince budget cuts, maybe four, at most. My guess would be theyâre either dead or paralyzed by now.â Chris theorizes. âThis might just be the confluence of events weâve been hoping for.â The oldest of the three tells. âConfluence or conflagration?â âIâm open to both.â âWhat do we do now?â Allison looks at the two men waiting for an answer. âMaybe you should tell us. That authority falls to you now.â âNot at her age.â The girls father argues back. He never wanted her involved in this. âSheâs almost 18. She knows theres a difference between revenge and retribution. Donât you, Allison?â Gerard sees the girl as a weapon as Chris sees the girl as a child, his child. âMake the decision from a vantage point of strategy over emotion, and weâll follow your lead.â Allison nods slowly, before looking up into her grandfathers eyes. âI want Derek dead.â She tells him. Chris looks worried, Gerard wears a smile. âWhat about Scott?â Her father asks her. She thinks for a second. âScottâs not the one who forced my mother to kill herself.â âHeâs not exactly an innocent bystander either. You canât pick and chooseââ heâs cut off by his father putting up a hand, and his daughterâs voice . âBut I can prioritize. And the priority right now is Derek.â She says strongly. âWhat about the others? Derekâs pack?â Chris tries to make her see just what is happening and what sheâs wanting to be a part of. âIf they try and protect him, then we kill them. All of them.â She declares. Her grandfathers smile gets bigger.
Jackson stares down at the three, half his body covered in scales. âHey, you know whatâs happening to Matt?â Stiles questions the Hale man lying next to him. âYou know, the books not gonna help him. You canât just break the rules, not like this.â He informs. âWhat do you mean?â Y/n voice filters to his ears. âUniverse balances things out. Always does.â âIs it because heâs using Jackson to kill people who donât deserve it?â Stiles whispers. âKilling people himself.â The man corrects. âSo if Matt breaks the rules of the kanima, he becomes the kanima?â Y/n pushes out weakly. âBalance.â Derekâs eyes move to the girl. âWill he believe us if we tell him that?â âProbably not.â The McCall girl answers her friend. âOkay, heâs gonna kill all of us when he gets that book, isnât he?â âYep.â Derek replies at the same time as Y/n. âMmm.â The Stilinski boy sighs. âAll right, so what do we do? So we just- do we just sit here and wait to die?â âUnless we can figure out a way to push the toxins out of my body faster. Like triggering the healing process. Y/n, I need you to place my hand right against my leg, can you do that?â He looks to the pale girl, he doesnât want her to move too much, but sheâs also the only one of the three who has function over her body. She frowns at him until she hears his claws come out and her brow raise, a look of hesitation coming over her features. âWha- oh, what are you doing?â Stiles asks at the sound of claws. Y/n moves her hand to Derekâs and places it right up to the side of his thigh, he wastes no time plunging them into the skin. âAw, gross. Y/n talk to me, distract me from this. How are you feeling?â He rushes out. âTired.â She whispers. âKeep your eyes open.â Derek softly demands her. âIâm trying.â
Matt pushes Scott into another room. âThere.â He directs and Scottâs sits in the desk, holding his wound and hissing at the pain. âYou know. I- I feel sorry for you, McCall, cause right now. Youâre thinking, âhow am I gonna explain this when it heals?â And the sad part it, you donât even realize how incredible it is that you actually are healing. Cause you know what happens to everyone else when they get shot? They die.â He turns his back on Scott. âIs that what happened to you?â The older twin asks. He goes unanswered but then thinks of something else. âYou drowned, didnât you?â Matt shook his head. âYou shouldnât have let them drink.â Is all he said, which didnât make sense. âWhat- who- Matt, what do you mean?â âLahey!â Matt screams. âHe shouldMr have met them drink.â Scottâs brows knit together. âWhat, who was drinking?â âThe swim team, you idiot! I didnât know what was happening. I didnât know they had just won state, and Lahey, heâs letting his favourites come over to have a couple drinks to celebrate. Who cares if theyâre 17, right?â âWere you at Issacâs?â Scottâs starts to put the pieces together. âHe had this first edition spider-man, or was it Batman? And we were gonna make a trade. But then Iâm over there and I hear music. And everyoneâs having a good time, and see Sean. He throws Jessica in the pool. And thenâ and then Bennett goes in and-â âBennett? What the hunter?â Scott cuts in. Matt nods. âAnd then Camden. Issacâs jar head brother, he grabs me. He thinks itâs funny.â Scott nods. Heâs connecting the dots to Mattâs story. âThey threw you in. âI tell that I canât swim, but nobody listens. I go under and I swallow water, and no one cares. And I see these bodies underwater. I- I see Jessicaâs got her hands down Seanâs board shorts. Tuckers grabbing Kara. And Iâm drowning. Iâm dying, and theyâre laughing. All of a sudden, I was justâ Iâm lying in the pool. And Lahey is right there, right above me, and he say.. he says, âyou tell no one!â âThis is your fault! You donât know how to swim? What little bustard doesnât know how to swim? You say nothing! You tell no one! No one!â And I didnât. I didnât tell anyone. And I would see them at school, and they wouldnât even look at me. Iâd wake in the middle of the night gasping for breath. And my parents, they thought i was asthmatic. They- they- theyâ they even gave me an inhaler. They didnât know that every time I closed my eyes Iâ I was drowning. You know about that little white light that they talk about, you see when you die? Well I didnât see anything. Just darkness. Everything was dark. But then- then came the Argents funeral, and everything changed. I was taking some photos. And then, purely back accident, Lahey gets in one of the photos. I look down at the screen on my camera, and I just had this unbelievable rage that fills up inside of me, and I justâ I look at him, and I - I wanna see him dead. And the next day, he actually was. You know, Einstein was right. Imagination is more important than knowledge. It was like something out of Greek mythology. Likeâ like the furies coming down to punish Orestes. You have no idea what Iâm talking about, do you?â Matt sighs disappointedly. âWas- was he the guy who stabbed out his eyes?â Scottâs asks, not sure how this conversation got to this. âGod, thatâs oedipus, you dumbass!â Matt shouts angrily waving the gun in Scottâs face. âThe furies are deities of vengeance. Their tears ran of blood, and they had snakes for hair. If there was a crime that had gone unpunished, the furies would do the punishing.â Matt turns back to the doorway behind them to look at the whittmore boy. âJackson is my fury. You know when I saw him the next night, it was like this bond had been cemented between the two of us. I knew he had killed Lahey for me, and I knew he would do it again. So I went to tuckers garage. I even paid for an oil change.
And guess what. He didnât even recognize me. So when he wasnât looking, I took a shot of him from my camera. And in a few hours, he was dead. So I took more pictures. All I had to do was take their picture⌠and Jackson would take their life.â Matt finishes as him and Jackson stare at each other.
âSo is that hysterical situation we talked about getting any less hypocritical?â The Stilinski boy asked, still paralyzed lying side by side with Derek. âI think so.â He says as he digs his claws in deeper. âI can move I toes.â He adds. Stiles sighs defeatedly. âDude, I can move my toes.â âI donât think this is working the way you planned.â Y/n spoke. âNo. How you doing, sweetheart?â Derek asks her. If she wasnât fighting for her life, she may have noticed the flip her heart did at the name and if it was any other situation Derek might have smirked at hearing the blip in her heart. âNauseous. Pretty sure Iâm concussed, maybe a possible skull fracture.â Derek dug his claws in deeper. She was fighting to stay away, but how long until she lost that fight.
The lights go out in the station and an alarm starts to sound though out the building, causing everyoneâs anxiety to go up a notch. âWhatâs it that?â Matt demands. âWhatâs going on?â He shouts. âI donât know.â Light catches on the two boys as rapid gun fire comes through the windows, hitting walls and chairs and desks and anything really. Scottâs ducks under a desk to avoid getting shot.. again. Matt crawls on the floor taking cover under another desk. Cameras are taken out by bullets. Shots are still being fired, thereâs holes in just about every surface, coffee mugs and glasses shattered. âShakespeare wrote that love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Letâs give them some love.â Gerard says from outside the station once the bullets stop flying. A smoke grenade was thrown through the shattered window, Matt and Scottâs coughing uncontrollably. Jackson watches with a head tilt as smoke and light fills the doorway, and see a figure come through, heâs to late before he sees it scott who throws him against and wall to get him out of the way, and makes his way towards the three lying in the other room. Derek has gotten most of the feeling back in his body. Scott looks between his sister and bestfriend, conflicted, but Derek puts a stop to it. âGo, get him. Iâve got Y/n.â Scott lifts up Stiles and places his arm around his shoulder, Derek leans down and picks up the McCall girl bridal style like she weighs nothing, one of her arms goes around the back of his neck and her head rests against his shoulder. âIâve got you, just stay awake.â He tells her as he follows behind scott and Stiles. Jackson is close behind them, but once Derek is through the door they just went through, Scott closes it and locks as Jackson comes up to it only buys them a few extra seconds before Jackson kicks the door off its hinges and follows after them. Going through and locking another door between them and Jackson, he takes less time kicking this one. âOh, oh. Oh!â Stiles panics. Jackson kicks another door, then another, this one not flimsy office doors. This oneâs metal, stronger, but not impossible for the supernatural creature on the other side.
Chris and Allison stalk into the halls with weapons drawn in search of the Alpha. They hear distant screams coming from the cells and follow.
Noah is pulling against the handcuffs and the bar heâs cuffed to trying to break free. Derek hears the commotion going on, his eyes flash red. Jackson is now standing in the middle of the station shaking, transforming further into kanima. Scott places Stiles on the floor of the room and leaning against the walls. Derek glances between the girl in his arms and Scott. âWhat are you doing?â Scott asks. âThere are hunters out there, and Iâm gonna guess theyâre here for me, and being here puts you two in more danger and it puts her in more danger. She needs a hospital sooner rather than later. So Iâm gonna go out there and you three find away out while no one is looking.â He explains quickly and urgently as he hands the almost unconscious girl over to her brother. Derek feels her protest by pulling him closer by the arm wrapped around his neck but it falls weak not even a second later. One last look at the trio before he open the door and shutting it behind him. He places his sister next to Stiles, her head resting on his shoulder. âWhat are you doing?â Stiles demands. âHe needs help, thereâs how many hunters and only one of him. Stay in this room, donât move.â He doesnât give the boy any time to argue before he too leaves the room following after Derek. Scott runs down the hall but it stopped Allison holding a crossbow to him. âOh, shâ Allison.â âWhereâs Derek?â She asks not lowering the bow. âWhat are you doing?â She ignores his question. âIf youâre not going to tell me, then get out of my way.â âAllison.â Heâs confused by this, why is she here? Why is she holding a weapon to him? Why does she want to know where Derek is? âWhere is he?â âWhat happened?â He tries to ask. âScott..â he backs up when the bow is pointed to his chest. âScott, you need to stay away from me right now. You need to go. Just stay out of my way.â She demands as she runs past him. Chris moves through the smoke filled halls, searching for the Alpha wolf. He sees his daughter coming down the opposite side of the hall, and makes hand signals to communicate the opening to the evidence room. Allison clears it first seeing it empty, then Chris follows suit to also see and empty room, walking in he feels a sense of being watched and turns to see full on kanima crouched down on a top shelf before roaring and jumping onto the Argent man, as the kanima raises its claws to go in for the kill Allison raises her bow and pulls the trigger, sending an arrow through the creature head. It doesnât stop it, it simply pulls the arrow out and growls at the girl before advancing on her Allison ditches the bow on the floor and runs, hearing the thing chasing after her. She hides behind a desk and raises a dagger she pulled from her boot. The door opens and she peaks around the desk to see the kanima on all four moving through the room looking for her. She hides under the desk just has the kanima jumps onto the desk, she sees its clawed hand grab the underside of the table. She crawls under to sneak up behind it and stabs her dagger into its chest, it wraps his hand around her throat and she grabs a smaller knife from her other boot stabbing it into its side. Hissing, Aliceâs a small cut in the side of her neck, causing complete paralysis, she losing feeling and drops to the ground. She hears footsteps and is met with Matt squatting down. âShould have given me a chance.â He sighs. He moves her hair away from her face. âCause remember how I said Iâm not the kind of guy who would say âwell. if I canât have her, no one canâ itâs not totally true because, Allison, if I canât have you, no one can.â He yells. And sheâs helpless, she canât move, she canât feel her body. Fast Panic breaths leave her. Mattâs cut off my metal clanking from behind them and he walks away to investigate. The Argent girl is pulled out of her panic when her dadâs at her side, holding a finger to his mouth to tell her to keep quiet. He lifts his daughter off the ground.
Noah is still trying to break free of his restraints. âCome on, come on, come on.â She encourages.
âY/n I need you.â Stiles pleas. Heâs gotta go help his dad but he canât leave the girl here. âMmmâ she replies. âCome on. We need to get up and get out of this room, I would t ask this if it was important. I need your help.â Nodding the girl takes a deep breath and gathers the very little remaining strength she has left. She struggles to push herself up from the ground, and she looses her balance a few times before sheâs at full stand, placing her hand on a locker to keep her steady, she looks down to the boy. âOkay, Stilinski, I muster up all my strength and got off my ass, itâs your turn.â He nods and stands as well, and like Y/n, it wasnât easy. Slowly and quietly exiting the room, they carefully make their way through the smoke to head to the holding cells.
Noah finally pulled the bar heâs cuffed to out of the wall, and Melissa smiles at the small yet pretty big in the case victoryâs but Matt sneaks up behind the man and before the woman can warn the sheriff, heâs hit in the back of the head. Melissa lets out a surprised scream.
Stiles is distracted from the screams and the groan of his fatherâs pain and slips, almost taking Y/n down with him. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry.â He tells her in his distressed state. Heâs scared of losing another parent, his only living parent. He starts to panic, his eyes filling with tears, his breathing becomes shallow. âStiles, you gotta get up.â She pleas, hand on the wall to keep her from joining him on the floor, she has no idea how sheâs even standing right now, how sheâs even still conscious, she is fighting everything in her body that tells her to sleep. Her eyes feel heavy with sleep, still only half open, breathing through the urge to be sick. âI canât.â The boy whispers. âYes you can. Stiles, look at me.â The Stilinski boy looks up at his friend, sheâs pale, one side of her face is covered in blood, it cakes her hair, and covers the neck line of her grey tank top, she looks like sheâs ready to collapse at any moment. âYou can do this, we need to do this. The quicker we get to them, the quicker we can get the hell out of here!â She demands as strongly as she can. He nods, sucks in some air, and uses the wall to help him stand back up. âMattâs in there.â He informs. âI know.â She looks around the hall, searching for anything to help defend themselves with.
Gerard stands outside the building, watching the smoke still buildup. Coughs over take his body as he pulls out the small silver container full of pills, swallowing a few back, he looks up and pauses when he sees a man standing in the distance staring at him, before turning the corner behind the building, the older man frowns and looks back into the broken windows of the station.
Matt walks over to the sheriff, whoâs face down and unconscious on the floor, and holds a gin the manâs head. âMatt, Matt, please, listen to me.â Melissa cries. My son is has been shot, and Iâve heard other gunfire, and I donât know where my daughter is or what her condition is, and I donât know whatâs happening, but can you please just let me see my kids?â The woman is having a hard time keeping herself together, but she knows falling apart isnât going to help anyone, but sheâs crumbling, and fast. âHow totally clueless are you people?â He really doesnât understand how know one else knows. Growls cut him off, and when he turns around to find Derek Hale standing in the door way, wolf form and eyes glowing their bright red Alpha. Melissa, has now been stunned into silence ups on seeing this. Their eyes are taken from Derek when when the kanima comes in hissing from the other doorway. Derek roars as the kanima charges him, he grabs the creatures arms and throws it into the near by wall, he pins it diwn and lands a punch, while blocking one, the Alpha goes in for another hit but is kicked away, landing on his back, getting up the fight between the two supernaturals continue, The McCall woman canât even begin to understand what is happening in front of her right now. Stiles and Y/n make it to the door way of the cells and sees the fight, both backing up out of any of their lines of sight, they both know their going to be no help right now. A fresh warm flow of liquid is felt on the McCall girls face, touches her finger tips to just under her nose she pulls away and see the bright red color of blood, Stiles sees her hand, then looks to her face and looks at the girl concerningly. âDonât do that.â He whispers to her. âStiles, Iâm not doing anything.â And sheâs telling the truth. Sure sheâs dizzy and wants to help the people in front of her, but she knows sheâs too weak to even think about thinking about helping. Stiles eyes widen from concern to horror, because a random nose bleed, with that amount of blood after a tragic hit to the head, canât be a sign.
The kanima is latched onto the cell Melissa is occupying right now, looking into the womanâs eyes, tilting its head and growling, the woman covers her mouth and and backs up, a moment later Scott comes in, wolfed out, and pushes his claws into the kanimas back a painful inhumanly scream leaves the thing as it jumps away from the cell and the claws. The kanima runs off and Derek jumps over the desk he was just thrown on and chases after it. âOh, god, Scott?â His mother calls out. âScott, are you okay?â She cries harder. She calls his name again, but the boy is hesitating looking at her. He turns slowly, and his mother sees the werewolf in him, hair on his face, ears pointed, and the unmistakable golden yellow glow of his eyes, she gasps and back up from the cell once more, she canât explain what she had seen, but now she canât explain how she feels looking at her son, who doesnât look like her son, yet he does at the same time. He stands up, fully faint his mom now, she shakes her head when he takes a small step forward. He looks hurt, he knew she wouldnât take this well, but he didnât except the look she was wearing, like he was some kind of monster for her to be scared of. âNo!â She cries as she back up to the end back if he fell over in darkness. The hurt on the boys face, turns to something of pure sadness at seeing his mother look at him like that, but he canât stay, the kanima is still in the building and so are hunters, yes she human so they wonât target her, but that doesnât mean she wouldnt be caught in cross fires of them trying to get the two wolves and the kanima. Scott runs out, but is stopped when he turns the corner and see Gerard. âWhat are you doing here?â Scott demands of the oldest Argent. âIt wasnât supposed to happen like this.â He younger boy is angry. âTrust me, Iâm aware of that.â âIâve done everything that youâve asked of me. Iâm part of Derekâs pack, Iâve given you all the information that you wanted, I told you Matt was controlling Jacksonââ âand leave him to us.â The man cuts him off. âHelp your friends. Leave Matt and Jackson to me. Deal with your mother. Go!â Scott hesitates before stepping past him and leaning down to the silver tin laying on the floor, he picks it up and hands it to the man. âYou dropped this.â Gerard takes the tin. âGo!â Help repeats and Scott walks away. His plan, his sisters plan, Stilesâ plan, is officially in play now. Scott walks away, but misses that he walks past Derek hiding and listening to the conversation that just took place between the hunter and the beta. Matt runs out of the back entrance of the station and squeezes through the gate locked fence heâs stopped in the bridge by headlights and a car parked, he covers his eyes from the bright assault, when Gerard is now standing in front of the boy. The older man grabs the boy and throws him down the slop from the bridge, down to the water. He drags the boy into the lake and holds him down. Gerard drowns the boy. Matt is dead. The Argent hunter makes his way out of the water to track back to his car, when he sees the kanima, crouched under the bridge just looking at him. His master is dead. And Gerard just became the new controller of the kanima. âNo longer afraid of the water? Well, you donât have to be afraid of anything, my friend.â He tell the thing. Peter watches from afar as Gerard takes off his gloves and holds out his hand as if he was about to bet a dog, not a killer lizard. âEspecially me.â He holds out his hand and the kanima places his hand on the manâs, like he did with Matt through the car window. Peter walks away.
Back in the station, the kanima is gone, the hunters have left, Y/n and Stiles listening for any noise to tell them itâs not safe to move. Scott comes up to the two. âI told you guys not to move.â He tells his friend and sister. âStiles didnât listen.â Y/n said barely above a whisper, the adrenaline has now left her, and sleep fights harder, then her will to stay awake. The wall feel like jello, or maybe that just because her body feels like jello. Each boy grab an arm and go to place them over their shoulders, to get the adults and get the hell out of her, if she wasnât so weak she would have jumped at the hand that grazes her back and wraps around her waist, the two younger boys step back when they see Derek is the one holding up the younger girl. He points at Stiles. âGet your dad.â Then points at Scott. âGet your mom. Iâm taking her to the hospital.â After hearing the talk between Gerard and Scott, he would have left, but he couldnât leave her. She gripped onto the back of his shirt to help keep her steady. Scott and Stiles nodded. âWeâll meet you there.â Her brother told her, and the two walked away. Derek looked down at the girl leaning against him. âYou want me to carry you?â Y/n shook her head. âI can walk.â âOkay, weâre gonna move then.â He warned. When they made it to the car, he placed her in the passenger seat and pulled the seat belt across her chest and clipped it into place. She was barely awake. Derek placed his hand on her cheek and turned her head to get a better look at her injury, the bleeding had slowed significantly, but her nose, it what worried him now. âWhen did you nose start bleeding?â He asked her softly. â10 minutes ago.â Thatâs too long. He closes the door and makes his way behind the wheel, and wastes no time turning the keys over and pulling out of the parking lot. Glancing over at the H/C haired girl every few seconds. Her head was resting on the window, he could see her eyes starting to flutter shut, heâs impressed sheâs managed to stay away this long. He reaches his right arm over the centre console and grabs ahold of her hand, he notices how cold they are, he gives her hand a gentle squeeze to get her attention. âKeep your eyes open.â She rolls her head to the side to be able to look at him. Even in her state, she sees something, somethingâs up. âWhatâs wrong?â âYouâre bleeding profusely.â He states, confused as to what else could be wrong. âYeah, but itâs something else, and if I can tell even in my current situation, it must be pretty bad.â He glances over at her, then back to the road. Now isnât the time for this. âIt can wait.â âYou want me to stay away, start talking.â Derek sighs and hesitates for a minute, when she thinks heâs not going ti answer his voice fills her ears. âI heard Gerard and Scott talking. It sounded like they were⌠I donât know, working together.â She wanted to punch her brother, for not being more aware of his surroundings. They had a plan, and him âworkingâ with the hunters was part of it, and unfortunately Derek was a key part in that plan, but they decided not to tell him. If he knew, they were afraid the hunters would be able to tell they were up to something. âWhat do you know?â He asks her, when he sees the look she makes when sheâs thinking.
She doesnât know what to say, Derek thinks they went behind his back and work to betray him, when in actuality thatâs not even close, heâs just an Alpha, so he was already apart of Gerardâs plan, the trio just thought up on that counteracts it. âY/n?â She hears the uncertainty in his voice. âDo you trust me?â She asks looking right at him, when he meets her eyes, he doesnât hesitate. âYes.â And there was no doubt in his mind, just another thing about this girl that confuses him. He trusts her so easily when he doesnât trust anyone, not even his family. She squeezes his hand. âThen I need you to trust me. And when this is over I will explain everything. But unfortunately this plan only works if you donât know about it.â She explains softly, and she puts every bit of strength she can find into each word so he can really understand the severity of what she is saying. He nods slowly while he looks out the window. âOkay. I trust you.â And he met every word. A few minutes later the black Camaro is pulling up ti the front door of beacon hills memorial hospital, Y/n steps out and holds onto the car for balance, right now sheâs kicking this who independent I canât do everything myself side of her, because she knows sheâs pushing herself to much. Derek rushes to her side and places a hand on her arm, checking her. âIâm fine.â She nods. He holds her chin to get her to look at him, her eyes are barely open, but he sees her pupils are blown wide, another not so great sign, she looks at him and goes to say something, but sheâs officially lost the fight, her eyes close and her body goes limp, Derek catches her, one arm wrapping around her waist and the other hand holding the back of her head, he lifts her up and walks quickly through the automatic doors calling for a doctor. A tall thin woman, chestnut brown hair, and brown eyes, wearing a white coat tells a nurse to grab a bed and instructs the man holding the McCall girl to place her down on it when itâs moved besides them. âWhat happened?â The doctor asked. Derek goes on to explain events leaving out the supernatural accept of it all, he explains how long she was unconscious for the first time, the nose bleed and then passing out just in the parking lot. He walks fast along side the doctor behind the two nurses pushing the hospital bed Y/n is lying on, further into the building. Coming to the restricted area, heâs stopped by the woman, telling him he canât go past the doors, but that the young girl was in good hands, and emphasizing that she was in good hands and she was going to fix the girl. She goes to follow the nurses, but Derek stops her. He feels he should get a name, he doesnât trust anyone even doctors and heâs leaving Y/n in the hands of them and he canât go back there with her, if something goes wrong, he needs at lease a name. âWait.â She turns to look at him waiting for him to speak again. âWho are you, I mean your name.â She gives a soft smile seeing the worry displayed all over the manâs face. âDoctor Fell. Meredith Fell.â And with that she enter through the doors that say âno access past this pointâ in big letters.
The shower runs and steam fills the bathroom as Lydia Martin washes her hair. She freezes when she hears something. It sounds like cheering. She hesitates before pulling back the shower curtain and comes to face a cheering crowd on the lacrosse field. Sheâs back in her winter formal dress. Everyone is cheering but the sound is now muted. She glances confused at the crowd and spots a woman who appears to be crying and shouting. The noise of the crowd floods her ears, now remembering she turns around only to see Peter Hale walking towards her, her scream is muffled and she turns to run but itâs to late, Peter grabs her by her shoulders and throws her to the ground. She screams but it goes unheard even by her, the crowd is now cheering her name, he bites her shoulder with his fangs. Lydia shoots up in her bed with a gasp at the nightmare she just had. Whimpering when she see her bed covered in dirt. She sees Peter lying in her bed. âLeave me alone.â She says tears running down her face. âUnfortunately, I canât.â He tells her. âAt least not yet.â Lydia closes her eyes. âAre you real?â She asks. Peter sits up and looks at the side of her face as she tries not to look at the man. âInterestingly⌠that question can also be answered with ânot yetâ I promise everythingâs going to get back to normal, Lydia. All that you have to do⌠â she pauses to put his hand on her cheek, claws softly scratching. âIs every single thing I ask.â He then sinks his claws into her cheek and she gasps in pain.
Peter guides her down the stairs of her home. âTiming is key here, Lydia. It all needs to happen by the next full moon. Do you know what they call the full moon in march? Itâs called the work moon.â He tells her. Another gasps leaves the Martin girl when she looks down and sees worms moves all over her feet. âThey call it that because itâs the last full moon of winter, and the worms would literally crawl out of the earth as it thawed.â He goes on to explain. All ready in a state of fear Peter turns back to look at her and heâs covered in drying mud, worms crawling all in his hair and face. She gasps again, not being able to wrap her mind around anything that is found in and that has been going on for weeks now. âKind of has the feel of a rebirth, doesnât it?â He asks. He guides her further into the living room of her house. âBut the full moon is on Wednesday. Thatâs my birthday.â She says more to herself. âExactly.â He says, now looking up, outside near her pool, thereâs crowds of people talking and dancing. âAnd Lydiaâs birthday is always the party of the year, isnât it? Everyone wants to go to this party.â Lydia tilts her head when she sees herself dressed in a dark blue dress talking to the other party goers. âSo weâre gonna make it a very special party.â He keeps talking. âAnd what if I donât?â She asks quietly. Peter sighs and the sight in front of her changes one cover in blood and the bodies and the people who were just having fun. âI think itâs best that we just make a plan and stick to it. That way no one gets hurt.â Now the people are standing and staring at her- no smiles no taking just staring. âWhy me?â She asks. âBecause Lydia Martin is not only beautiful, not only incredibly intelligent. Sheâs immune. And the only one of your heads I can get into.â He says that last part to himself. Still confused on why he can only get into Lydiaâs head and not Y/nâs. That intrigues him and he will find out but right now he needs to be alive to do that. âImmune to what?â She doesnât understand. âOh, thatâs right. They havenât told you, have they? Bet youâve felt like the last to know for a long time. Doesnât feel good, does it? You deserve to know everything. Itâs probably for the best if I just show you.â He says. Another gasps leaves her when Peter just vanishes. Until she looks at her window and sees the alpha wolf with red eyes that busted through the movie store window, now inch up to her kitchen window standing up eyes glowing and ear piercing scream leaves the strawberry blonde as the wolf burst in the window, glass shattering around it and coming right to her.
Chris sits in the basement of his house with his wife cleaning up her wounds until Gerard comes down and they argue about not knowing how bad the bite is how they donât know if she will turn, Chris wants to save her, but family code says they kill her. Chris is worried about how Allison will take the death of her mother especially so soon after burying Kate. Gerard has none of it. In his mind the only option is to kill Victoria before the creature she turns into takes over.
After Scott had woken up and was checked over once more by Deaton they followed Derek back to the abandoned train station. The Mcall twins walk behind the older male as they get on the broke down train. âWe need a new plan.â Derek tells them. âBecause next time, one of us is gonna be too hurt to heal. And some of us donât heal as fast as others.â He says that last part while he looks right into Y/nâs E/C eyes. âIt was just a scratch.â Y/n tries to play off. âYou needed stitches.â Scottâs tells her. âOnly eight. It wasnât that bad.â âBut it could have been.â Derek argues back. âUgh. I get it.â The girl sighs. Sheâs know it could have been worse but her brother was in danger. âWe canât save Jackson.â Scott says. âWe canât seem to kill him either.â Derek tells them at a loss of what to do next. âIâve seen a lot of things. Iâve never seen anything like this. Every new moonâs just gonna make him stronger.â Derek explains to them. âBut how do we stop him?â The McCall ask at the same time. Derek shrugs. âI donât know. I donât even know if we can.â âYeah, maybe we let the Argents handle it.â Scott suggests. Getting a look from his sister before she send his a glare and says âyeah cause theyâve been doing such a great job so far.â âIâm the one who turned him. Itâs my fault.â Y/nâs eye soften as she looks at Derek who has a far away look in his eyes. âYeah, but you didnât turn him into this. I mean this happened because of something in his past. Right?â Derek sighs and looks at her, heâs frustrated, not at her but at the situation he feels he dragged her into he dragged all of them into. âThatâs a Legend in a book. Itâs not that simple.â âWhat do you mean?â Scott asks this time. âWhat are you not telling us?â He adds, getting frustrated with all this as well. That gets the man attention. âWhy do you think Iâm always keeping something from you?â He asks offended. âBecause you always are keeping something from me.â Scott yells. âWell maybe I do it to protect you. Both of you.â âItâs a lot easier to protect someone when they also have the details. This,â Y/n waves her hand motioning the three of them. âDoesnât work properly if only half of us know whatâs going on.â Scott and Derek look at her, both silently agreeing sheâs right. âDoesnât be part of your pack, mean no more secrets?â Scott asks in a calmer tone.
âGo home guys. Sleep. heal. Make sure your friends are safe. Cause the full moons coming. And with the way things are going, Iâve got a feeling itâs going to be a rough one.â Derek tells the twins defeatedly. Scott sighs, turning to his sister as if to saying âletâs goâ Y/n nods her head in the direction of the exit, frowning in a silent conversation he nods understanding what she was trying to communicate to him, looking between his sister and the alpha before leaving the broken down train and head up the stairs.
Allison pulls her car to a stop outside Mattâs house, she smiles awkwardly at him and he returns it. âSo, um, about that incredibly bad idea I had.â Matt starts. âYou mean the kiss?â Allison interjects, knowing full well thatâs what heâs talking about. Matt nods, avoiding eye contact. âYeah, thatâs the one.â âDonât worry about it.â She smiles. âFor real?â âDefinitely.â She nods, she would like to stop talking about this and try and right it ever happened. âSo whatâs going on with you and Scott? Are you guysâ you guys still together or - - or what?â She shakes her head. âNot really.â She tells the boy. Matt chuckles. âNot really. I - god, I hate not reallys. You never know what do with not really.â A chuckle of her own leaves her mouth. âWould you understand if I said it was complicated?â She shakes his head. âNot really.â They both laugh at that. He grabs her hand. âBut Iâll try.â Allison subtly pulls her hand away with a smile, and Matt steps out of the car. She about to drive away when she sees Mattâs camera bag on the floor of the passenger seat. She reaches for the Camera and start looking through the photos. She flips through them seeing photos of the lacrosse team on game nights and the crowd watching with baited breaths, she smiles. The photos are good, she hits the next button again and sees a photo of herself in class. The next of a photo of Y/n at her locker, no one else around. The next is Allison and Erica in chemistry class the day they tested Lydia. Another is her looking at a sign pinned up in the wall of the school, she hits the next button again and thereâs a photo of her and Y/n sitting in the crowd the night they stole the keys from her granddad. Her brows knit, these arenât normal school pictures, her breath catches at the next photo, Y/n alone at night walking up to her front door looking through her bag, unknowing to the person taking photos of her. She hits next a few more times and sees these photos are taken from outside her bedroom her sitting on her bed, after a few of those She sees the same type of photos outside Y/n bedroom, doing her hair, her makeup, texting,and a few with her coming out of her bathroom in a dark purple towel, the next one confuses her. The photo is taken from outside Y/nâs bedroom window, thankfully sheâs clothed or sheâd have to get out and beat Matt with his own camera for taking a photo like that, as if these ones werenât bad enough. But what confuses her is Y/n isnât alone, Derek is there. The two are standing only an inch apart, Derek has his hand on her cheek seemingly looking like heâs raising her chin to look at him. The next photo is a close up of the last one, she was expecting to see aggression on the manâs face like always, but thatâs not what she sees, heâs looking down at here with a soft caring expression. She was aware of the mans soft spot for her friend, but she wasnât aware that Y/n had one for him or that they were close.
But before she could analyze it more or see what else was on the camera thereâs a loud knock on the passenger side window. Itâs Matt. He sees she has his camera and doesnât look to happy. He shakes his head and tries to open the door but itâs locked, he only smiles, but itâs not the sweet warm smile heâs been wearing all night, no this one looks wrong it scares her. âOpen the door.â He mouths his smile dropping. She doesnât unlock the door but she rolls down the window. His smile comes back but not warm. He laugh. Forgot my bag.â He tells her. âYeah, yeah,â she replies nervously. He reaches through the open window and grabs his bag, his eyes never leaves her. âSome good pictures in there, donât you think?â He taunts her. âYeah, the lacrosse ones are amazing.â She plays it off. âYouâre really talented. I was - I was - -I was really impressed.â He sniffs. âThere was a good candid of you in there too.â He tells her. He knows she seen it, probably more than just one. âReally?â The Argent girl plays dumb. âYou can come see some of the others if youâd like. I mean this -â he chuckles. This tiny little screen doesnât really do it justice, but, uh, I could show you some on my computer.â Yeah she wasnât going inside his house with some now known creepy stalker. âOh, I would totally like that, but maybe another night.â She smiles trying to gently dismiss him. âWell, just for a few minutes.â He pushes. âItâs getting kinda late.â She tries again, now becoming more and more uncomfortable with him. He laughs. âItâs the weekend.â She nods. âI know, but I -â âand itâs spring break.â He interrupts. âI mean, you donât have a thing going on tomorrow. Do you?â Everything is screaming for her to drive the hell away. âI should really go now.â âYou sure?â âIâm sure.â She nods again trying to keep a smile on her face, but itâs quickly becoming hard to keep herself together right now. He smiles again. âOkay.â He finally moves away from the car and Allison doesnât hesitate to speed off. She takes hurriedly takes out her phone and clicks on the name she needs and puts the photo to her ear while looking out the rear view window praying her call is picked up.
Y/n takes a seat across from the dark haired man, it stays silent between them for a few moments, she didnât want to be the first to break it because she could tell there was something that needed to be said, she could read it on his face, and from said expression he was wearing she could tell this wasnât going to be good. Eventually the silence was broken. âI did something, and the outcome wonât be good.â Derek told her, but he couldnât seem to meet her eyes. Sensing his hesitation the younger McCall girl stood and walked to the seat right beside him, he still wouldnât look at her, he couldnât, he didnât mean for it to happen it wasnât planned and he worried for her reaction. Y/n placed her hand softly to his jawline to turn his face towards hers. âDerek, what happened?â When he finally looked at her he noticed that her voice was just as soft as her eyes, he still couldnât explain to himself what it was exactly he was feeling about the girl next to him, but he knew he wanted to keep whatever it was, and he knew that whatever he told her was safe. âI bit Allisonâs mom.â He finally said. He almost excepted her to move away from him, yell, call him a monster, storm out, but he knew that wasnât going to be the reaction he would get from her, but it didnât stop him from fearing it. Y/n didnât move a muscle, made no move to get away from him. The softness of her features turned to worry, but not for herself, for the man sitting in front of her. âAre you sure?â Was the only thing that she could ask, and she felt stupid for that question, how could you not be sure if you bit someone. âSorry, stupid question.â She added. âYeah, Iâm sure. It was like an animal instinct, but not to hurt, it felt moreââ he cut himself off not knowing what word best described it. âProtective?â She questioned. Yeah, he thought. That was what it was, and not only for Scott who was laying there weak and poisoned by wolfsbane, but for the girl who ran in before him to come to her brothers rescue, and was injured in the process by the crazy murderous redhead, and who was making a move to strike again while Y/n was trying to get her brother to wake up. Sure it was minor, Y/n was fine, but the thought of it being worse wouldnât leave the older manâs mind. Derek could just nod in response. âItâs going to be okay, I donât know how, but we will figure it out.â She declared. And he believed her, more than anything. Looking back up to meet her (E/C) eyes he couldnât stop his eyes from glancing down at her lips, the gloss from earlier had been removed, his blue-green eyes looked back into hers, he bit back a smirk when he heard her heart pick up slightly, but before either of them could make the next move, Y/nâs phone started to ring pulling their attention from each other. âSorry.â The younger girl said in almost a whisper, Derek smiled softly at her, letting her know without words that everything was okay. Y/n pulled out her phone from the back pocket of her jeans seeing Allisonâs contact displayed on the screen. âHey, everything okay?â The McCall girl asked. âNo, no. I - - I need to talk to you. I - I need to tell you something. I donât know, can I come over I need to talk to you, itâs urgent.â Allison asked her, she sounded on edge, and freaked out but the way she was stuttering her worlds, which caused Y/n to feel on edge, something had happened, that she knew for sure. Her first thought being Allison knows what happened to her mom. Derek not quite meaning too listen in, stood up and grabbed his jacket, placing his hand on the middle of her back to slowly lead her towards the exit, getting a confused look in response, he only mouthed. âDriving you home.â âY/n?â Allisonâs voice broke through again. âYeah, sorry, yes Iâm not home right now but Iâll meet you there in 20 minutes?â It sounded more like a question. Allison agreed and with that the girls both hung up. Dereks voice brought her out of her worried thinking. âEverything okay?â He asked as he opened the passenger door for her. âI donât know.â She replied honestly as he ducked into the seat.
Pulling up to the McCall house, Y/n saw Allison parked outside the house beside hers. âThanks for driving me home.â She turned to the man behind the wheel. âOf course.â He smiled. Y/n turned to open the door but was stopped by a hand grabbing her arm. Looking back with knitted brows. âWhatâs wrong?â She questioned him, but didnât get an immediate response, he wasnât looking at her, he was taking in the surrounding, he didnât trust any of the Agrents, and he didnât know what they knew about Y/n and with Victoria already making a move to try and kill her tonight so he couldnât be to sure, so he wanted to check all the boxes before he let her get out of the car. There was two other cars on the block aside from Allisonâs, all looked, empty, he used his heightened hearing, seeing if his ears could catch any possible danger his eyes couldnât. He saw nothing and heard nothing that suggested there was any danger looming. âIs the coast clear?â Y/n asked, he didnât have to look at her to know she was smirking at his behaviour. âYeah, everything is good. Just be extra alert.â He almost begged. âI will. You as well.â He nodded his reply as he opened the door and stepped out, he watched her walk up the Allisonâs car, and check the backseat and front seat, finding no one and nothing other then her friend she stood up straight, looking back at Derek and giving him a thumbs up signal before getting into the passenger seat on Allisonâs car. Derek couldnât help the chuckle that escaped him at her antics, he waited a minute before he drove off, but also took a small drive around the McCall house to be extra cautious.
Y/n opens the passenger door and climbs in shutting the door behind her. She frowns when Allison hits the locks the exact moment to door closes. Turning to her friend she can see how tense she is, sheâs glancing around, her behaviour is spiking the McCall girlâs anxiety. âHey, you okay? Whatâs wrong?â She asks the Argent girl. Finally Allison looks at her. âI was at the party tonight.â âAre you okay?â Y/n questions her again, a little more urgency behind her words. âI went with Matt.â âI know.â âHe kissed me.â âOkay.â âI pulled away.â Y/n only nods a response this time, not understanding what this has to do with her frantic phone call. âAllis-â but she cut off when the girl turns to look at her with her own question rushing out. âWhatâs going on between you and Derek Hale?â Y/n wasnât excepting that question also not understanding again why she would ask a question like that. She opened her mouth to tell her friend nothing was going on between the two, but she closed it when she thought that might be a lie, or might not be, if Y/n McCall was being honest with herself, she had no idea, she felt like there might be something, she feels something, sheâs not sure what that feeling is but itâs definitely something, but she can only speak for herself. She decides to answer the question with a question of her own. âWhy would you think there was something going on between us?â Allison looks at her and she can see sheâs nervous, thereâs something she wants to say, needs to say but it seems sheâs having a hard time finding the right way to say it. âJust spit it out. Whatever words come out, let them.â A simple nod from the burnet, before the word vomit began. âI went to the party with Matt. He kisses me. I pulled away. My dad and Gerard and their men were at the warehouse with their own plan, only for me to find out you guys had a plan of your own. Gerard told me it wasnât a complete failure. I donât know what that means he didnât tell me anything. Lead me back to my car. Matt met me at my car. I drove him home, he apologized for the kiss I told him to forget about it cause I definitely want to forget about it. He agreed I laughed he got out of my car.â She looks to Y/n the girls eye wide, she was talking a mile a minute. âDonât worry Iâm keeping up, continue.â Y/n encouraged. âI was about to drive away, but then I noticed Matt had left his camera bag and camera in my car, and I was curious, heâs always taking pictures, I was curious.â Y/n nods. âYeah, you said that.â âRight. Anyways. I turned it on and started looking through the photos. I know total invasion, but they were lacrosse photos, the team the crowds on game night, they were good photos⌠but then they changed.â âWhat do you mean they changed, what did you find?â Allison didnât answer right away which only worried the girl sitting next to her. âAllison?â âPictures of me, of you of us.â âOkay, now Iâm not sure Iâm following..â she says warily, she has a feeling what kind of pictures with the change in her friends body language. âWell it started with I photo of me in class, I brushed that off. Then a photo of you at your locker, then us at the game the night we stole Gerardâs keys. Then⌠then some taken from outside my bedroom.â âExcuse me?â âThen some taken outside of your bedroom window.â âAgain. Excuse me?â âYeah. Please close your curtains.â âYou close yours!â The McCall girl shot back. âI will be.â âThatâs why I asked what was going on between you and Derek. There was a few. He was in your bedroom, you two were standing really close to each other. You know his hand on your cheek and all.â
Y/n nods, that question makes sense now. âIt was a couple weeks ago, when all this was just starting to happen, it was after the ice rink. He showed up asked how I was doing. Nothing happened.â âHas anything happened after?â Y/n debated telling the girl about the maybe moment they shared before she had called her tonight. âNo. But how about we talk boys after we figure out how to deal with Matt the prepping Tom?â Allison laughed. âYeah. What are we going to do.â âBreak the camera over his head?â
Inside the train station Derek gather his betas around to help gear up for the full moon. He opens a trunk that has three connected spirals engraved into the lid. Issac bends down to touch it. âWhat is that?â He asks. âItâs a triskele.â Boyd answers looking at the symbol. Everyone looks at him, the only other one knowing what it was, is Derek and he looks surprised the beta knew what it was called. âThe spirals mean different things. Past, present, future. Mother, father, child.â He goes one to explain. âDo you know what it means to me?â Derek asks. Boyd takes a second tothing before he answers the Alpha. âAlpha, beta, omega?â He asks. Another look of surprise crosses the manâs face, not excepting him to get it right. âThatâs right. Itâs a spiral. Reminds us that we can all rise to one or fall to another. Betas can become Alphas, but Alphas can also become betas or even omgeas.â Derek explain. âLike Scott?â Isaac asks calling Scott the omega, lone wolf. Derek turns to his beta. âScottâs with us.â He tells the boy matter of factly. âReally?â Issac asks sarcastically looking around the space for any sight of Scott. âThen where is he now?â Fixing the teenager with a glare and answers the question. âHeâs looking for Jackson. Donât worry, heâs not gonna have it easy tonight either. None of us will. Thereâs a price you pay for this kind of power. You get the about heal. But tonight youâre gonna want to kill anything you can find.â âGood thing I had my period last week.â Erica pipes in, all three males looking at her, not sure how to reply to that. âWell this one for you.â Derek tells her while he holds up to show her a metal ring with screws, to place on her head.
After there talk in the car Allison asked if Y/n wanted to come over and hangout, for the rest of night. Lydia had texted asking for both girls undivided attention the following morning before school, Y/n shot off a text response telling the strawberry blond to meet at Alisonâs first thing.
Allison and Y/n were seated at Allisonâs desk going over their notes together for the upcoming exam when Lydia comes striding into the bedroom, excitingly holding up three Macyâs bag with a huge smile on her face. It feels like forever since Y/n say her smile like that so that made the McCall girl happy. âClear your schedules.â She happily demands her two friends, as she makes her way to Allisonâs bed placing the bags down. âThis could take a while.â She informs them. Allison laughs. âHow many outfits do you plan on wearing tonight.â The Agrent girl asks. âAt least three.â Y/n tells her with a smiles. âItâs my birthday party. Iâm thinking host dress.â She holds up and stripped mid thigh length dress, black and grey with a V-neck. âEvening dress then after hours casual.â She tells her. Y/n knowing how these parties work. Lots of outfit changes for the Martin girl. Allison hesitates a moment avoiding eye contact. âI noticed that you didnât send out any invites.â Lydiaâs smiles vanishes and is replaced by a worried look. âBiggest party of the year, Allison. Everyone knows.â She says as she distracts herself lining up all the dresses she bought needed to pick out two more dresses for the night. âI was wondering if maybe this year things, you know, might be different.â âWhy would anything be different?â The Martin girls asked. âWell because hun, things have been off lately. Things and people.â Y/n starts, but stops when she sees the hurt look on her best friends face as she tries her hardest not to look at Y/n. The two have been avoiding each other. Y/nâs been avoiding Lydia because she doesnât want the keep secrets from her but canât seem to find the right way to explain what is all going on. And Lydiaâs been avoiding Y/n because itâs easier than seeking her out and being shut down. âLike Jackson.â Allison said. Y/n knew why she was bringing this up. They lost him the night of the rave and havenât seen him since, but also know Lydia wasnât the right person to bring up Jackson to. That gets the strawberry blonde to finally look up from sheer shoppings and stare daggers at the burnet. âWhat do you care about Jackson?â Allison sighs sensing the mood shift in Lydia, but pushes on. â do you know if heâs coming tonight?â Y/n looks at Allison a look that says âdrop it.â âEveryoneâs coming.â She says angrily. You could cut the tension in Allison room with a knife. A few moments of neither making eye contact or saying anything, Lydia inhales before turning back to the dresses. âThis oneâs American rag.â She changes the topic, gabbing a tan mid thigh dress. âMm. I love it.â The Martin girl says softly. âFor me, not you.â She adds. Allison and Y/n sharing a look knowing the girl is about to show dresses she loves for them now. It was definitely going to take awhile. Lydia places the dress back on the bed and grabs another to show to Allison. âThis oneâs material girl.â Holding up a dark floral spaghetti strap dress. Itâs flowy and definitely Allisonâs style. âItâs for you.â She confirms before handing it to Allison, then turning to her best friend with a smile. âAnd this one.â She goes to grab a dress but is interrupted by a knock on Allisonâs bedroom door. âMs. Argent.â Lydia exclaims sweetly, Y/nâs whole body tenses and her blood runs cold. In the whole âMatt has photos of us in our bedrooms and with you and a guy who may or may not share some sort of feelings for each other. Letâs beat the dude with his camera.â Conversation and Allison needed a friend and didnât hesitate to come over, she forgot about the scary redhead the girl has for a mother who tried to kill her brother.
The McCall girl doesnât make eye contact and starts folding the dresses to make herself seem busy, which gets a small frown from Lydia. She knows something wrong, but she knows she canât ask, because she wonât get the truth so she looks away. Lydia holds up a dark blue strapless dress, fitting from top to waist then flows from waist to thighs. âWhat do you think of this?â âOh, itâs lovely.â She says softly. âAllison, uh, can I grab you for a moment to talk?â Victoria asks her daughter. âJust the two of us.â She adds as she glances towards Lydia and Y/n. âUm, can we do it later?â Allison dismisses. âActually, uh, to be honest, sooner would be- would be better.â She stutters, her hand going up to touch the werewolf bite thatâs covered by the dark blue blouse sheâs wearing. âParty at 10.â Lydia tells the mother. âOh, uh, will you be around before then?â She asks her daughter. âI think so.â âYou think so?â Victoria repeats, trying not to lose her patience. âI donât know.â She says honestly and goes back to her friends. A sad smile crosses her face, as she watches her daughter, so what might be the last time. âOkay, Y/n. This one. You have to wear this one.â Lydia softly tells the girl. She wasnât asking but at least she was nicely demanding her. She holds a maroon red, tight fitting dress, it looks to go just above mid thigh length. Itâs a beautiful dress. âAnd wear those black lace covered heels and that cute black jacket you have, it will go perfectly with it!â The Martin girl demands excitedly. âYou got it.â Y/n laughs. She was going to wear a jacket or long sleeve anyways, as to not have to explain or more so lie about the bandaged stitched up gash on her arm and definitely avoid telling Allison about her mothers part in that story. This was probably the most normal she has felt in weeks and she didnât want to disturb that.
Stiles sitting at his desk flipping through an old beacon hills yearbook hoping to find a connection to Kara, she wasnât in the list so why her. Noah walked past his sonâs open bedroom door and saw him flipping through a book. âHey, whatcha doing?â He asked. âHomework.â Noah nods and walks away, only to walk back peeking his head into the door way. âItâs spring break.â His father tells him. Stiles knows he messed up, but ignores the man and keeps looking for whatever he might find. âWhat do you think youâre doing?â The older Stilinki asks, now fully making his way into the bedroom to look over his son shoulder. âIâm simply satisfying my own curiosity.â Noah reaches across the younger boy and closes the yearbook. âWe brought Harris in this morning for questioning. They brought him in.â He corrects himself at the end beside he no longer works there. âAnd?â Stiles asks. âAnd theyâre working on getting a warrant to arrest him for the murders.â He explains. âFor all of them?â Stiles questions, feeling something isnât adding up, or that itâs to easy. âEnough of them.â âWith what proof?â The younger of the two getting a little impatient. He doesnât like Harris but he canât see him controlling the kanima. âYou remember the couple from the trailer? Tire tracks nearby match Harrisâs car.â Stiles grabs the yearbook again. âW- thatâs not enough.â He starts to flip back through the pages but his father stops him again by closing the book. Noah sighs. âThe same car was also seen outside the hospital where the pregnant wife was killed. Itâs got some bumper sticker on it, a quote from Einstein.â That grabs Stiles attention. âWait, what quote?â Noah shakes his head giving the gist of the sticker. âSomething about imagination and knowledge.â Stiles leans back in his chair, he knows the sticker. âImagination is more important than knowledge. Yeah I saw the same car parked outside the rave.â âThat means youâre a witness. Youâre gonna have to make a statement.â Noah informs his son. Stiles shakes his head, somethings still missing. âBut what about the concert promoter, Kara? She wasnât in Harrisâs class, right? I mean, what does Mr. Lahey have to do with Harris?â âItâs doesnât matter.â The older man says, trying to get his son to drop it. âThe tire tracks put Harris at the site of three murders. Thatâs damning evidence.â âNo, itâs not enough!â Stiles exclaims going back and opening the yearbook once again. âI- I thought you hated this guy.â Noah says confused on why his son wonât drop it now that they have evidence that Harris is their guy. âI donât hate him, all right?â He hate me. And you know, if heâd killed them all, then yeah, lock the psycho up. But thereâs something missing. Thereâs gotta be something missing.â He says more to himself, flipping quickly through the pages. âHey.â Noah says firmly trying to get his sonâs attention. âHey.â He tried again, this time the boy looks up from the book. âYou donât have to solve this for me.â Stiles looks away sadly. âNo, I have to do something.â Noah leans on his sonâs desk, looking at the open book, thinking. Stiles sees the look on his fatherâs face. âWhat?â He asks the man. âLook at the swim team.â He tells his son, hurriedly flips to the page he needs. They scan the page and see what connects them all. âDad, the coach. Itâs Isaacâs dad.â
Y/n stands in front of the mirror in her shared bathroom, she went with simple makeup, mascara and some lipgloss. She was just finishing her hair when her brother came thing. âYou almost ready?â He asks. She curled the last chunk of hair, turned off the curling iron and lightly combed through the curls, one last look in the mirror, she turned to her brother. âReadyâ She smiles. âIâm sitting in the front by the way Iâm not climbing in and out of the back seat is a short dress and heels.â Scott chuckled but nodded in agreement as they made their way down the stairs and out the front door, meeting Stiles who was parked outside waiting for them. Y/n opens the passenger door and lets Scott get into the back seat before she carefully gets into the jeep and closes the door behind her. âIs this party really a good idea?â Scott asks the two. âNo.â Stiles replies. âBut, the world could be literally ending and Lydia still wouldnât cancel. Besides weâre not going to party, weâre going to find Jackson, and hopefully this time we succeed in finding out whoâs controlling him.â Y/n tells the two. âDo we have a definite plan?â Scott asks. âNo.â Stiles says again. Y/n shakes her head. They still havenât come up with a new plan, they donât even know where to start anymore. âWe just keep an eye on him and hopefully make sure he doesnât kill anyone.â She responds. Stiles pulls away from the curb and goes in to tell the twins everything him and his dad had discovered that morning, and how it wasnât Harris class that made the murder confections it was the swim team who was coached by none of them Mr. Lahey.
Allison walks up the dark and quiet driveway of the Martin household. âFor Lydiaâ she says to herself. She takes another step closer to the house when she startled by guests. âWhooo party!â One exclaims and the boy and his friends walks quickly past the Argent girl and up to the door.
Stiles parks the jeep outside the house and jumps out. The brother sister duo look at each other and smirk at his excitement. The McCall girl shakes her head and steps out of the vehicle, pulling the passenger seat forward for her Scott to exit. Both their eyes widen in disbelief when they turn to see Stiles holding a large square box wrapped up with a pretty red bow, the box was almost as big as he was. âJesus, Stiles!â Y/n laughs. âIs that going to fit through the door?â Scott asks his friends. Stiles looks to be thinking before she shakes off the question. âShut up.â He tells them and makes quick steps to the house. The two follow after him at a slower pace. Y/n pulls out her phone and sends a text to the birthday girl, hoping she answers to make this easier, she doesnât know how Stiles is going to be able to knock with that box heâs holding and heâs already at the door.
Open the door <3
It reads.
A minute later Lydia opens the door in the discussed host dress with a tray of glass all containing dark pink liquid. A look of confused surprise washes over here when she sees the massive box greeting her when the door swings open. Stiles peeks over the box with a huge grin. âHappy birthday!â âYeah.â She says quietly while still looking at the box, also trying to figure out how itâs going to get through the door way. âComing in.â He tries to push through the door, but gets stopped by the door way being too small. âOh, whoa. Canât. Okay.â He tried pushing his whole body against the box hoping the push it through, but still doesnât go in. âYou know, you donât- can you just grab that side-â he asks, Lydia doesnât try to help, just stands there watching. Scott and y/n are standing behind him trying their hardest to hold in their laughs. Lydia smiles at Y/n and the scene in front of her then walks away. âDonât forget to try the punch.â She calls over her shoulder. Stiles now ramming all his body weight into the box a couple times finally falls through the door way with box. Finally the twins let out hysterical laughs. âOh shut up!â Their friend glares at them.
Music flows softly through the house, the party is a lot smaller than previous years. That has to do with the âcrazy episodeâ the Martin girl had and how weird sheâs been acting since. The trio walk around the house keeping their eyes open for Jackson and or anything supernatural. âHave you seen Jackson anywhere?â Stiles asks the two McCalls. âNo. Seen Allison?â Scott asks. âNo. But we should probably tell her what we found.â Stiles replies. Y/n is only half paying attention, sheâs more so keeping watch on Lydia. The party is dead, and sheâs trying to busy herself with drinks and food. âIâm still kind of not sure what we found.â The McCall boy voices. âStiles figured out it has to do with water. You know the fact that all the victims were on the same swim team. The way the kanima reacted around the pool.â Y/n enters the conversation. âSo whoeverâs controlling the kanima really hates the swim team?â Scott questioned. âHated the swim team. Specifically, the 2006 swim team.â The Stilinski boy informed. âSo it could another teacher. Maybe a student from back then. I mean, who are we missing?â Y/n asked. âWhat havenât we thought of?â She added. Allison steps up to the twins and Stiles as the trio make their way out to the backyard. âUh, Jacksonâs not here.â She tells them. âYeah, no oneâs here.â Stiles offers as he glances around the empty yard. âMaybe itâs just early.â Scott says hesitantly. âOr maybe nobodyâs coming because Lydias turned into the town hack job.â Stiles tells them. âHey!â Y/n calls firmly. âSheâs not crazy!â She adds. Stiles nods his apologies. âI know that, they know that.â He points to Scott and Allison. âBut nobody else knows whatâs going.â âNot even her.â Y/n says sadly, as she sees her bestfriend looking around the entrances to the house for on coming party goers, but of course sees no one. She thinks sheâs just going to rip off the bandaid and tell her Lydia everything. âWell we have to do something, because weâve completely ignored her for the past two weeks.â Allison adds in. âSheâs ignored Stiles for the past 10 years.â Scott quips. âI prefer to think of it as me not having been on her radar yet.â Stiles tries to defend. Scott turns to Allison and shakes his head. âWe donât owe her a party.â âScott.â Y/n pleas. âMaybe we do, sheâs in this as much as we are, except unlike us, sheâs unaware and has zero clue as to whatâs going on. Because you,â Y/n points her finger Scott. âThink itâs best to keep her in the dark. Why? I honestly have no clue.â Allison nods with what the McCall girl says. âWhat about the chance to get back to normal?â The Argent girls tries to reason with the boy. âNormal?â He questions. Allison looks to Y/n again. She definitely understands what she was staying and the point she was making. âShe wouldnât be the town wack job if it wasnât for us.â The burnet adds. The four look over at Lydia, who is trying her hardest to keep the smile on her face, but she looks to be losing that fight. âI guess I could use my co-captain status to get the lacrosse team here.â Scott says. âYeah, I also know some people who can get this thing going.â Stiles tells them. âLike, really going.â He emphasizes. âWho?â Y/n asks with knitted brows. âI met them the other night.â He gives Y/n a look as to say you know. Which causes the girls eyes to wide open and her brows shoot up toward her hair line. âLetâs just say they know how to party.â He turns to Allison and Scott on that part. âThatâs for sure.â Y/n mutters.
The doorbell rings, Lydiaâs excitement turns into stunned confusion when she opens the door to a group of drag queens. The same ones that just so happened to be petting Stiles the night the trip got into the club hoping to catch the kanima. âAnd you are?â The strawberry blonde asks. âWeâre here for the party.â The one with really big blonde hair says as if thatâs obvious. Lydia looks them up and down, not sure what to say, a moment passes before a smile is back in her face and she opens the door wider stepping aside. âWell come on in.â The lacrosse team follows in after along with other people from school.
âWhat if we break free?â Boyd asks as him, Isaac, Erica and Derek are all standing inside the train gearing up for the full moon. âThen youâll do anything you can to get out of here. Probably try and kill me, then kill each other and kill anything with a heartbeat.â Derek explains. âI need you to hold her.â He adds talking about Erica. Issac grabs her arms firmly, holding the blonde beta still. Erica looks unsure, nervous, understandable considering the head gear her Alpha is about to screw into her skull. âHow come she gets to wear the headband?â Issac asks. âBecause sheâll be able to withstand more pain than the two of you. I got an extra one if you really want it.â Issac shakes his head and finds himself at a lossof words for a second. âNah, Iâm all right. Iâll pass.â Derek turns back to Erica. âYou ready?â She hesitates before giving a small barely there nod. âYeah.â Derek paces the gear around her head and starts turning the first screw. A gasp leaves the girl before her painful screams began, Boyd looks away, Issacâs grip tightens as she tries to move herself away from the agonizing pain radiating through the front of her skull.
The party is in full swing now, people drinking and dancing to the music flowing loudly through the speakers, Lydia hands Allison and a drink with a smile and walks away to talk to other and handout more drinks. Allison looks over to the twins and Stiles standing near the back door of the house on the other side of the yard. âAre you going to apologize to Allison or what?â The Stilinki boy asks his friend. âWhy should I apologize?â Scottâs asks getting a look of disbelief from both his friend and sister. âBecause youâre the guy. Itâs like what we do.â Stiles states like his friend should have already known that. Y/n laughs from beside him. âBut, I didnât do anything wrong.â âWell then you should definitely apologize.â Y/n tells him with a smile. Stiles nods in agreement. Scott still looks at them confused, so Stiles continues. âSee, anytime a guy thinks he hasnât done anything wrong, it means heâs definitely done something wrong.â Scott shakes his head. âIâm not apologizing.â Y/n presses her lips together before asking what sheâs about to ask. âIs that the full moon talking, brother?â âProbably.â He tells her truthfully. âWell at least you were honest.â She says nervously. âWhy do you care anyways?â The McCall boy asks. âWell maybe because your my brother and I do care about your well being, and also we are surrounded by a house full of people that you could possibly take out your full moon werewolf murderous rage out on. This place gives you more options then just Stiles and I. â She tells him with a sweet smile. âAnd maybe because, Scott, somethingâs gotta go right here. I mean, weâre getting our asses royally kicked, if you havenât noticed.â Stiles pipes in. âPeople are dying.â Y/n adds. âI got my dad fired.â âYouâre gonna be held back in school.â âIâm in love with a nut job.â Scott watches the two go back and forth naming things that are going wrong. âAnd if on top of all that we gotta watch you lose Allison to a stalker like Matt, Iâm gonna stab myself in the face.â Stiles finishes. Y/nâs eyes widen at the phrase âstalkerâ Allison and her agreed not to tell anyone, especially Scott about the photos she had found in the boys camera. They already had so much to deal with they didnât have time to also deal with her brother catching a murder charge. Scott stands up and looks away from Stiles and Y/n. âDonât stab yourself in the face.â He tells his friend. âWhy not?â The two ask Scott at the same time. âBecause Jacksonâs here.â He tells them, causing them to now look in the direction of where the heâs looking to in-fact see Jackson walk in to the yard, he looks on edge and stares right at the trio before his attention is stolen by Lydia walking up to him. âGlad you could make it.â She tells him, handing him a drink and walking away. Stiles and Y/n sip their drinks the three now again holding eye contact with Jackson. Lydia goes back to the table with a bright smile on her face and starts filling up more glass of the pink liquid with wolfsbane flowers floating in the punch bowl.
As transformation starts for the betas screaming and growling can be heard through the old broken down train station. Erica and Boyd are chained up while Derek works on chaining Isaac to one of the seats inside the train. âHow do you not feel this?â Isaac asks annoyed that the olde man didnât seem affected. âI feel every second of it. â Derek tells the younger boy honestly. âThen how do you control it?â Issac groans out. âFind an anchor. Something meaningful to you. Bind yourself to it. Keep the human side in control.â He explains while tightening the chains. âWhat is it for you?â Derek hesitates for a second. The thought of a certain H/C hairs girl crosses his mind, he shakes that thought out before he answers. âAnger.â Until just now when Y/n crossed his mind without permission, that was the only thing that kept him grounded. âBut it doesnât have to be that for everybody.â He continues. âYou mean Scott?â âYeah.â The Alpha nods. Erica and Boyd feeling the effects of the moon groan in pain and discomfort. âAll right, that should do it.â He says tugging in the chain to be sure, but the metal leg of the seat Issac is chained to comes out of the flooring, proving this isnât the most secure place to have 3 turning betas, but itâs what theyâve got.
Chris is standing in the basement of his home with his wife, he opens a sliver case and turns it to face Victoria so she can see whatâs inside. 6 pill bottles. 3 vials of clear liquid. And 3 syringes. âYou really thought Iâd do this using prescription pills.â She questions her husband. âAccording to gender statistics, most women-â he cuts himself off when his wife picks up a large butcher knife. He nods. âBut youâre not most women.â He says. âIâll go upstairs and write the letter.â He tells him as she stands up and makes her way up the stairs. Gerard who was sitting in a chair watching the encounter waits for the redheaded woman to exit the basement before he stands and walks towards his son. âDonât hesitate because of Allison. Sheâll feel the ground shifting beneath her feet time and again in her life. It is our job to teach her how to keep standing.â He explains rather heartlessly. âThe ground isnât shifting. Itâs crumbling.â Chris says sadly. âYou want easy? Change your last name. Otherwise, go up there and help your wife die with dignity. Because if she doesnât fall on her own sword, one of us is goons have to run her through.â He closes the case.
Lydia has changed into her evening dress, a beautiful dark blue strapless dress, picking up another tray of drinks to make her way around handing them out. People are dancing and laughing, a couple making out heavily in the corner, the party goers are intoxicated and with the added wolfsbane adds to it. Lydia sees Matt doesnât have a drink in his hand so she walks up with a smile and hands a glass to him. The boy goes to take a sip but stops when he spots Allison, she doesnât stop to talk she notices heâs there and walks away. The Argent girl doesnât want to be anywhere near him and she scans the area for the McCall girl, she doesnât feel comfortable with him anywhere near her friend either. A hurt look crosses Mattâs face before he turns around and walks away throwing the drink in the near by trash bin. Scott, still sitting on a chair outside keeps his eyes on the Whittmore boy, who just so happens to be keeping an eye on him too. He notices something is off and flexes his hand, but he chalks it up to the effects of the full moon, Lydia sees him open his hand and doesnât waste a second placing another drink into the boys hand. âUh, I canât drink tonight.â He tells her. Lydia rolls her eyes. âAll right, what is with the two of you?â Scott looks lost for a moment. âOh, no, Stiles is drinking.â Lydia shakes her head. âNot Stiles. You and Allison.â She shifts her eyes over to the girl in question and Scott follows her eyes to look over at the Argent girl, who is also looking over at him from across the yard. âI donât care why you have to keep your little love affair so secret, but right here and right now seems like the perfect time, justâŚ. To have a good time.â She says softly. Scott looks down at his lap with a sigh. âYou know something?â The McCall boy starts as he stands up with a small knowing smile. âYouâre right.â He tells the strawberry blonde who chuckles in response, already knowing sheâs right. Scott takes a sip of the pink alcoholic drink. âSee? Isnât it good?â Lydia asks. âActually, yeah, really goodâ chugging it back.
Allison and Y/n walk into an empty bedroom with Matt following behind. Matt had basically demanded for Allison to talk to him and the Argent girl had nervously asked the younger McCall to join her, she didnât want to be alone with Matt and Y/n couldnât blame her. âYou got two minutes.â Allison declared. Both girls turning to face the boy who was now begging to close the bedroom door, that was until he was met with Allison raised eyebrow and Y/n glare. âUh, right.â He muttered as he opened the door back up. âSo I know I took some pictures of you, of both of you I should have told you about.â He started as he walked closer to the two girls in front of him, Allison stepping back. âBut is it really that bad thatâ that I think youâre both just really pretty, you canât blame me for wanting to capture that.â Is this creep for real Y/n thought to herself. âMaybe if they were strictly taken at school, but You took pictures outside our bedroom windows.â Y/n stated dangerously clam. âMatt, I - I donât.â Allison stuttered, she was uncomfortable being here with him. âI donât know how you took those.â She finally got out. âTelephoto lens.â He said with what looked like a proud smile. âI mean come on, girls. Photographers all them candids.â Y/n lets out a sarcastic chuckle, where Allisonâs goes for a more nervous one. âWell, police officers call it stalking.â The Burnett tells him. The air in the room grows thicker, as the emotion in the room grows a little darker. Y/n fights the urge to pull out her phone and secretly call her brother, but sheâs more afraid of what Scott would do than what Matt could do, so she pushes that idea away and steps half an inch in front of her friend, even know Allison is the hunter and knows more self defence then she does, but her body moves before her brain has time to catch up, but sheâd do it anyways. Allison glances over the boys shoulder towards the open bedroom door. He nods. âStalking. So Iâm- Iâm a stalker now.â He scoffs. âThatâs- is that it?â Y/n nods. âYeah, taking photos outside girls bedroom windows with out their knowledge, Iâd say itâs a pretty good guess youâd fall under stalker category.â âYou- you think my bedroom is wallpapered with your photos.â The thought had never crossed with girls minds but now thatâs what they might fear. âYou think Iâm the kinda guy thatâs gonna say something like, âwell if I canât have you, no one canâ well you know what?â Mattâs voice stairs to raise, and both girls heart rates pick up, both thinking that same thing their started to get scared but selfishly enough they both feel slightly better that their together in this situation. âGet over yourselves, because thereâs another pretty girl walking through the room every five minutes.â Allison grabs her friendâs hand to help keep herself calm. âWell, then, all you have to do is wait another three. Good luck.â She tells him as Y/n pulls her towards the door keeping herself between Matt and Allison. âWait.â He says as he grabs Y/n upper arm a little aggressively, but before she has time to react Allison steps in grabbing his arm and pushing down in a pressure point on his shoulder causing him to release the McCall girl and fall flat on his back. âWhat is the matter with you?â He asks defensively. âYouâve got to teach me how to do that!â Y/n exclaims quietly. âI will.â Allison tells her as she grabs her hand and leads them both away from their stalker. Allison sees someone in a black hooded sweater and starts to freak out, causing the two friends to lose each other in crowd. Starting to panic Allison sees the cross bow the person his holding. âNo, no, no not here.â She turns around in search of anyone. âY/n!â She calls. The person raised the bow to her. âScott!â She yells this time.
The person pulls the trigger and an arrow is shot into the middle of Allisonâs stomach. She gasps and her hands fly to the injury she looks up the see who had shot her, to be bright face to face with herself. âLook at you. Yelling for help.â Her darker self says in disgust. âAlways yelling for help. Itâs pathetic, Allison. Youâ you have no idea how much Iâve been looking forward to this.â The dark Argent girl raises the bow and goes to pull the trigger for her kill shot then all of sudden sheâs gone, along with the arrow and wound to Allisonâs stomach.
Trying to find her friends is the mass amount of drunk teenagers was proving to be harder then she thought, entering into the kitchen she becomes confused, because when she opened the door to the kitchen it had instead led her to the middle of the woods, her body became cold, goosebumps lined her arms. Turning around trying to figure out how she ended up here she was met with a sight she will never be able to un see. Her friends, dead. Blood flowed out of large claw marks against varies placements of their bodies, no life remaining in their eyes, no rise and fall of their chests. They were all dead, confused and scared she breathing became laboured, she was having a hard time drawing oxygen into her lungs. What had happened, how had this happened, how did she get here, she was just at Lydiaâs what was she missing. A twig snapped from beside her, turning fast she was filled with some relief when she spotted Scott walking towards her, but it just as quickly vanished when she saw he was also covered in blood, cradling his arm as if it was broken. âYou didnât save us.â He spat. Her brows knitted together, what happened she was screaming inside her head. âWhat?â She asked barely above a whisper, her breathing was shallow again. âYouâre supposed to be some human shield, you were supposed to be able to protect us and you canât even do that!â He yelled before his own dying laboured breathes. âYou are weak, and selfish, you didnât care enough to find the strength to stop this from happening!â Tears were running down her face, she felt as though she was about to pass out from lack of air, and shock from the scene in front of her. Scott fell to his knees, and she wanted to run to him but she couldnât move, she physically couldnât make her body move. She couldnât do anything she couldnât speak. âWhat the hell is happening? What happened! I donât understand!â She finally got the words out. âYou didnât save us.â He said before falling forward falling unconscious or dead she didnât know at this point. She was finally able to move and when she did someone caught her by her arms and jolted her out of her state of hallucination. She drew in a large gasp of air and looked around seeing that she was now in Lydiaâs kitchen and Allison was the one in front her grasping into her arms and calling her name. Y/n had never felt so much relief as she did in this moment seeing the girl alive in front of her she didnât hesitate to wrap the Argent girl into a suffocating hug, Allison gladly returned it. âAre you okay?â She asked pulling Y/n back from her enough to see her face, and by the look alone she knew she had also seen something that wasnât truly there. âYou saw something too, didnât you?â She asked her friend softly. All the McCall girl could do was nod. Taking a deep breath and gathering herself as quickly as she could, she finally spoke. âWe need to find Scott and Stiles.â The two linking hands head out of the kitchen to find the boys.
Everyone was drunk and hallucinating.
Scott and Stiles walking slowly around the backyard. âYou feeling okay?â Stiles asked his best friend. Scott letting out an exhale. âItâs not the moon.â He tells the Stilinski boy. âItâs different.â Before Stiles can respond to his friend and familiar voice cuts him off. âWhy am I wearing black? What are you and idiot. I just came from a funeralâ Stiles looks over seeing his father dressed in a black suite and holding a bottle of whiskey, clearly drunk. âYou know people wear black at funerals.â Noah yells. âDude chill, it was just-â some boy started to say but was cut off by the older man. âGet out of my face.â He pushes the boy and everyone goes silent. Stiles watched on along with the other party goers. Noah looks at his son. âItâs you.â He tells the younger boy, raising the liquor bottle. âItâs all you. You know, every day I saw her lying in that hospital slowly dyingâŚ. I thought. âHow the hell am I supposed to raise this stupid kid on my own?â He says with angry tears in his eyes, looking at his son with what could be described as hatred. âThis hyperactive little bastard who keeps ruining my life?â Stiles stands there being at a loss of words, holding back tears of his own at the words his father is spitting in his direction. âItâs all you. Itâs all you, Stiles. You killed your mother. You hear me? You killed her. And now youâre killing me.â He winds back the bottle he was holding it and throws it right at his son, who jumps back and throw and arm in front of his face to protect of the blow coming his way.
âHey, thereâs Stiles.â Y/n says to Allison who squeezes her hand to get her attention. âYou get Stiles and Iâm gonna go find Scott.â âOkay, but be careful.â Allison in nods and heads off to find her boyfriend and Y/n moves quickly towards her bestfriend who seems to be in a trance of his own, sheâs a foot away when she sees him flinch away from something she canât see and grabs ahold of him. âHey!â She calls as he looks around the party a tear finally escaping his eyes. He looks around not being able to see his father, then looks to Y/n who gathers him into her arms and holds him into a tight hug. âIt wasnât real. Stiles whatever you just saw, it wasnât real.â She told him softly but firmly. She pull the boy back to look at him, seeing heâs still shaken up, she canât blame him, she also hasnât fully recovered from her vision type episode, but right now she needs to bring him back to reality. She cups his face in her hands, to fully gain his attention. âIt wasnât real.â Stiles nods response, taking in a shaky breath. âWe have to find Scott.â Stiles nods again grabbing the girls hand and both off to find the McCall boy.
Inside Allisonâs room her mother sits in her bed, looking over a framed photo of herself and her daughter. Chris comes into the dark room. âI didnât get a chance to talk to her.â She tells her husband trying to keep her emotions in check, but he heard the crack in her voice. âSo I wanna do it here. Where I can be with her.â She tells him. The red headed Argent wants her life to end surrounded by all her daughters things, she wants to feel close to her daughter in her last moments, even if her daughter isnât there, everything about her daughter is in this room. And that is where she wants to be. âI think Iâm gonna need your help .â She looks ti her husband, outside the window the moon covered by clouds, any moment now she will start to turn and her life will end.
Scott makes his way up the stairs in the Martin household. He feels drunk, he feel off, he knows he canât get drunk, but something isnât right, he grabs into the wall to support the sudden dizziness that washed over him, he pants, he sweating and doesnât feel well. He looks up the see Jackson on top of Allison and their both invested into a heated make out session. Scott feels himself getting angry but he canât move, he can only stand there and watch. He blinks and when he opens his eyes itâs no longer Jackson, but Jackson in kanima form, still having his way with the Argent girl. Scott starts to shift his anger getting ahold of him, now both Allison and Jackson/kanima are starting at him. The dizziness ends and he shifts back to himself, heâs afraid to look up again, scared of what he might see, but when his eyes finally lift. No one is there. He is alone in the stair way. âLydia.â He mutters. Going off to find the birthday girl.
Jackson hallucinated his real parents but their faceless because he never knew them, never met them they died before he was even born.
Scott rushes aroung the party asking everyone if theyâve seen Lydia. Allison is looking for Scott, Y/n and Stiles are looking for Scott. All four are confused. None of them can even began to understand what is going on and what has happened to them tonight. âHave you seen Lydia?â Scott asks. âWhere Lydia?â He says to himself. Lydia though, isnât at the party, the Martin girl is walking down her drive way, keys in hand and wearing a smile.
Inside the broke down bus, the betas are shifting and angry, all trying to pull out of their restraints. Erica lets out a painful scream, Boyd pulls at the chains keeping him down, Issac yells in agony. All shifting for the first time. Derek outside the bus phone to his ear. âScott, Iâm probably gonna need some help.â He leaves a message and hangs up. Metal clanks loudly from behind him, and the abandoned stations echos his betas aggressive growls. âDefinitely gonna need some help.â He mutters to himself, sending off a quick text before putting his phone back in his pocket and walks back to the train and draw his claws out. The betas break out of their chains, and like Derek said they attacked him they attacked each other and Derek had no choice but to fight back hoping to get them under control before they could leave the station and kill innocent people.
The trio were sitting by the pool, Stiles more far gone than the rest, he was drunk and still hadnât recovered from what he had seen. âStiles, drink it.â Scott tells his friend holding a bottle of water to the boy. Y/n feels her phone vibrate in her pocket and pulls it out checking she sees a text from Derek.
Derek:
Tell Scott I need his help. And donât come with him. Not safe.
Ignoring the defiance part of her that wasnât to ignore that part she silently accepted it and showed the text to her brother. âHey, look at this.â She taps his shoulder. Scott looking over the text before looking at his sister with a questioning look, only getting a shrug back. Scott turns back to their friend still trying to get him to drink the water. âSomethings happening, and we need you to sober up right now.â He begs the Stilinski boy. âCome one, Stiles!â Y/n exclaims slapping his cheek not hard but enough to hopefully get his attention. Out of no where a girls comes up on the other side of Stiles. âWhat are you doing?â You want him to sober up fast, thatâs not the way to do it.â She tells the twins. Y/n looks at her with raised brows. âYou got a faster idea weâre all ears!â She says rather grumpily. âI got best, girly.â She responds ignoring the bitchiness lacing the McCall girls voice. She quickly grabs the drunken boy by the shoulders and dunks his head under water, the siblings look with widen eyes as Stiles is brought back into a sitting position. âWhooo!â The girl yells. âHow do you feel?â Sheâs asks him. He stammers trying to catch his breath before answering. âLike I might have to revisit policy on hitting a girl.â He states matter of factly. âHe sober!â She tells them proudly. The three just look to each other all stunned on what had just happened.
Derek is still trying to fight off his betas. He elbows Erica in the face stopping her attack and is able to get her chained back up, but during his distraction with the female Boyd tries to take off, but heâs stopped by Issac who uses his new found strength to push Boyd back down on the bus seat , Erica stands up and digs her claws into the Hale manâs back, earning herself a punch to the face sending her back to the floor. He looks to the other betas, Issac still has Boyd pinned down, Issac gives Derek a nod as to say I got this, Derek shocked gives him a nod back.
Victoria holds a knife to her heart, waiting for the transformation to start, as the darkened clouds move away from the moon. She goes to push the blade into her body but his stopped by Chris argent who grabs ahold of the blades handle. âWait.â He tells her. âI can feel it. It happening.â She tried to keep her composure, but itâs slipping. âYou know what to do. You know what to tell people. Tell them I had a history of depression. Promise me.â Chris nods. âI will. I will even though Iâve never seen you depressed once in 20 years.â âAllison needs to say it too.â Chris shakes his head this time. âI wonât let he believe it.â âSheâll hear things. People will say I was weak. Theyâll say I took the easy way out.â He explains to him. âWell, Iâll tell her it was the hardest thing you ever did.â He tells her. Her sadness overwhelms her. âAnd theyâll ask, how could I do this to my family.â âSheâll know you did this for us.â Victoria nods. And Chris kisses his wife for the last time before they sit and wait for the moon to uncover itself. Sheâs holding the knife back to her heart. She exhales. âI canât this myself. Chris. Help me.â Sheâs scared. She leaned her back against her husbands chest, as he wraps his arms around her and takes hold of the handle, as the light from the moon fills the bedroom and reaches the woman, her eyes glow and golden yellow. âNow.â Says as they both help to plunge the kitchen knife through her heart, and when the last breath leaves Victoria Argent, her eyes fade back to her normal green, while Chris holds his wife and cries.
Issac sits in the front of the train in wolf form and allows Derek to chain him back up without a fight. âI think youâll be okay now. Looks like you found an anchor.â Derek tells the boy. âMy father.â Issac tells his Alpha. Confused by this Derek could help by voice his thoughts. âYour father locked you in a freezer in the basement to punish you.â A sad smirk came to the younger boys face. âHe didnât use to.â He said sadly. Feeling the conversation should end Derek finished locking him up and stepped off the train. Hearing footsteps come beside him he turned thinking it was Scott, but instead he was met with Lydia, who looked to be in so kind of trance, frowning at why she was here, but he wasnât able to ask before she lifted her hand to her mouth and blowing the bright purple powder into his face, rendering the man unconscious almost immediately.
The elevator doors to the hospital open as Allison wipes her tears from her face, upon exiting the metal doors she stops at the sight of her father speaking to a deputy. When the officers walks away he looks up to see his daughter before looking behind him in a room his wife lay on the table with a blue sheet pulled over her body, Allison follows his line and know that sheâs gone. âNo.â She breaks down running to her father begging for it to be another hunter exercise, Chris holds his daughter as she begs and cries for it all not ti be real. And the older man wished for nothing more then to tell her what she wants to hear, but he canât. All he can do is apologize over and over. Letting his own tears fall from his face.
The trio rush through the party I search of Lydia. But none have any luck. The strawberry blonde is gone. Finally the three coming back full circle and meeting up. Stiles starts. âI canât find her. And guys, anyone who drank that crap, theyâre freaking out.â The three look around at all the people completely losing their minds, people pushing each other into the pool jumping in fully clothed. âWe can see that.â Y/n says. âNo, dude! Donât, donât, donât!â And voice in the back ground is sounded. âWhat the hell do we do?â Stiles asks more franticly. âI donât know, but we gottaââ but Scott is cut off by a loud frantic voice. âI canât swim!â The person cries out, gaining the trios full attention. âNo, no, no, stop guys! I canât swim! I canât swim!â Looking over the three friends see two boys forcefully throwing Matt into the pool. âI canâtââ heâs cut off by the water before he resurfaces âI canât-â heâs cut off again. Y/n, Stiles and Scott are frozen, realization comes to them instantly. As the water fully takes him under and the boys body starts to give into the water, heâs pulled out, by Jackson nonetheless. This confirms their thoughts, because one, Jackson would have been the one to help, and two the whittmore boy is just standing there as if heâs more pissed the boy was thrown in the the boy himself, heâs standing thereâs like a soldier ready for order. Y/n softly grabs onto both boys wrists, fearing what might come next, Matt is standing there staring at everyone. âWhat are you looking at?â He asks the party goers. The three sharing looks of concern between one other. Matt starts walking away, but stops when he sees Stiles and the twins staring at him. He doesnât walk around them, walks through them Scott pulling his sister to the side with him as Stiles moves to the other side the letting the boy walk past them, Matt staring at the twins as he slowly walks by them. The three move closer to each other again as someone tells that the cops at there and the party is over. The crowd start shouting and running as to not get caught but the three friends just standing where they are for a few moments longer before following after Matt, not sure if their wanting to confirm or deny what they think is to come. Running to the front of the house watching the commotion Y/n and Scott spot Matt, standing in the middle of the road, soaking wet and looking mad as all hell, heâs breathing heavily and shaking from anger, confused by this until they look down and to their horror see the kanima crouching on all fours right beside Matt like a good little murderous pet. Running and screaming teens run past Matt and when they clear out both Matt and then kanima are gone. The twins look ti each other mirroring the horrified look they both wear, looking around the street trying to see where they went, but both are gone.
The Hale house is dark as Derek is dragged slowly across the floor of his burnt down childhood home. âLydia.â He says her name groggily, but she ignores him and continues to drag him. Heâs trying to come back to himself but heâs struggling. âLydia.â He tries again. He sees the middle of what use to be the homes living room floor is broken in the middle, pieces of floor board all over the space, and vines of wolfsbane coming out of it. âLydia, stop.â She places him right beside the hole I the floor and places his arm inside where Peter Hales dead and burnt up body lay. Lydia places Derekâs hand on the body of his uncle. âYou donât know what youâre doing.â Heâs weak, and heâs trying to talk her out of this, but he has no fight in him. She wraps the corpse of Peterâs hand around Derekâs wrist. She walked over an opening in the roof where the full moon is shining through, a broken piece of mirror laying to the side, Lydia tilting the mirror where it bounces off other perfectly placed mirrors allow the light of the moon to fall onto Peter and Derek. A low groan is heard, just before the dead manâs hand moves and digs his claws into his nephew, blood flows through the wounds and Peterâs eyes shoot open and Derek lets out a painful groan. His eyes flash red before his head falls to the side, still too weak to move. Lydia starts to come to, and the floor boards explode has Peter bursts through, now unburned and very naked, Derek gathering all the strength he has left pulls his body has far from the older Hale man as he can, Lydia starts to hyperventilate as she witnesses Peter raise from the dead. âI heard there was a party.â He told them, as he looked up. âDonât worry I invited myself.â He smirks at the scared girl who just helped him come back to the land of the living.
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A/N: itâs been forever (again. Sorry) since Iâve updated this sorry. But here is the long awaited update. With another one coming tomorrow night (I hope! Iâm half way through that chapter) anyways sorry for making you all wait đ I hope you enjoy, I always have mixed emotions towards the first chapter after waiting so long to right, takes a little bit to get back in the swing of the story and characters:)
Her scream died down, but her heart was still beating to fast for the two wolves liking that could hear it perfectly, Y/n sat on a broken down bench staring at her shaking hands, she was getting used to calming herself down after the vivid dream like visions, but now they were happening when she was wake as well, this time though it was just a feeling, no blurred images, just loud whispering and the feeling of death. This was stronger she knew it was happening as she was feeling it, and she was getting angry, why have this ability if she canât stop these things from happening. Y/n had yet to say anything and the three males didnât want to push, but Erica standing a little bit away from them now feeling more like herself broke the silence. âWhat the hell was that?â She asked cautiously, not understanding the sudden outburst the younger McCall had or why the other three seemed so worried and on edge. Scott and Stiles looking from Y/n to each other not knowing what to say considering they had no clue what was going on either, Derekâs eyes though hadnât left the girl, now noticing the tremble to her hands he gently reached out grabbing ahold of both of hers with his one, that seemed to break her from her focus and look up to meet his soft and worried gaze. The other three teens had a mix of feelings, Scott still wasnât sure what to make of this newly found relationship thing between the alpha and his sister, but he did mean what he said to Stiles, they trusted her, so he was gonna stay out of this. Stiles hated it all, he didnât trust Derek, yeah he trusted Y/n of course he did with his whole life, but he was worried about her and he knew Scott was going to back off so he was going to be extra alert for all of them. Erica, she saw something the boys couldnât seem to see, Derek was an ass, he was cold and dangerous, who at most times only seemed to care about strength and power inside his newly built pack, but what she was seeing now, was this soft and gentle person, whoâs now forgotten about his strength and power and killing Jackson and whoâs only concern is this girl, she understood she couldnât keep up the aggressive behaviour with the younger twin.
âY/n, what happened?â Scott asked her. âI donât know, I didnât see anything I just- I felt -â She cut herself off with a sigh and a shake of her head, she didnât have an answer for them because she didnât have an answer for herself. Stiles seems to be thinking for a moment before his voice fills the space. âWe still havenât figured out whatâs happening since the whole Peter thing, but it does seem that youâre more intuned to anything supernatural, especially when it comes to people being brutally murdered.â Scott looks up horrified at Stiles. Derek finally takes his eyes off the girl beside him to send the Stilinski boy his signature death glare. âSorry.â Stiles says sheepishly when he sees the looks heâs receiving. âItâs fine.â Y/n tells him. âHeâs not wrong.â The McCall girl adds. âDid you hear anything?â Scott asks remembering that new adaptation. âYeah, but nothing I could understand, or really make out.â Now looking up and glancing at all the faces looking back at her she says something that confirms their suspicions. âThe only thing I know for sure, is that someone else was murdered.â
Jacksonâs phone buzzes on the desk inside the classroom notifying him of and income text, the young jock wastes no time exiting the school and climbing in behind the wheel of his vehicle, placing his red and black sports bag on the passenger seat and starts the engine and punches in his destination into the GPS system, leading him to what looks like an empty building in a empty back parking lot type thing, he takes in his surroundings before walking towards and up a set of stairs on the side, half way up voices fill his ears and at the top thereâs a long line, the secret rave location and a line on people waiting to grab tickets. Matt stands in line waiting his turn when he looks behind him and spots Jackson a look for what may be read as fear crosses his features at the dead look in the whittmore boys eyes. âHey, Jackson. Not here to punch me again, are you?â He tries to joke, but isnât to sure it sounds lighthearted. Without saying anything jackson steps closer to the boy. âWanna- - wanna go ahead of me in line?â He asks nervously, Jackson however still doesnât say anything as he steps I front of Matt and a couple follows suite behind Jackson also getting in front of Matt. Scott peeking around the wall hidden to the others as he keeps his eyes on his teammate, he knew when Y/n said someone else had been murdered it had something to do with the Jackson/kanima drama.
At the station the two Stilinski men are having dinner, Noah has been working overtime and late nights trying to solve the recent murders, but having no luck. The older man takes a bite of his burger and a look of disgust crosses his features. âOh, what the hell is this?â He asks his son disapprovingly. âVeggie burger.â The boy answers without looking up from pulling the remaining food out of the bag. âStiles, I asked for a hamburger.â âWell, veggie is healthier.â Stiles argues back. âWeâre being healthy.â He adds while holding up a plastic container of salad for himself. With a sigh the older man open another container hoping to find fries, but to his disappointment he sees carrots and celery sticks. âOh hell, why you trying to ruin my life?â He asks dramatically. âIâm trying to extend your life, okay? Could you just eat it, please?â Noah shakes his head in defeat as he looks back to the food. âAnd tell me what you found.â It wasnât a question from the teen, it was more of a polite demand. âNo, Iâm not sharing confidential police work with a teenager.â Stiles takes great offence to the statement coming from his father sitting across the desk from him. The younger of the two looks behind his father. âIs that it on the board behind you?â Noah turns around to see exactly what his son sees and turns back. âDonât look at that.â âAlright.â Stiles slumps in his seat but doesnât take his eyes off the crime board. âAvert your eyes.â âOkay.â But he doesnât look away he leans around his father to grab a better look and what the police department has found out about the recent kanima murders and their links, although no one in the station knows that part so may make the crimes hard to solve. âHey!â Noahâs voice rises hoping to pull his son attention away, to which that fails. âJust - itâs just â I see- âAvert!â âArrows pointing at pictures.â Stiles continues ignoring his father. âOkay, okay, stop. Fine. I found something.â The sheriff lowers his voice on the last bit as to not chance being over heard sharing confidential information with his teenage son. âMechanic and the couple who were murdered. They all had something in common.â Stiles nodding along to what his father is telling him. âAll three?â He asks. âYeah. You know what I always say. Ones an incident. Twos a coincidence.â âThrees and pattern.â His sonâs finishâs for him. Noah holds up his hand and starts counting on them. âThe mechanic, the husband, the wife. All the same age. All 24.â âWait a minute, but what about Mr Lahey ? I mean, Issacâs dad isnât anywhere near 24.â Noah nods and points a finger at his son as in the say exactly. âWhich made me think that either A Laheyâs murder wasnât connected or B the ages were a coincidence, until I found this, which would be C.â He pulls out a brown folder and hands it to his son who gladly opens it. âDid you know that Issac Lahey had an older brother named Cameron?â âDied in combatâ stiles reads aloud from the folder. âBut if he were alive today, take one guess as to how old he would be.â The younger Stilinski looks up at his dad as the realization comes to him. â24.â He answers.
Scott makes his way out from behind the wall he was hiding behind and approaches Matt. âMatt. Matt.â The McCall boys calls. Matt turns to look behind him confused to see Scott. âWhat?â âHow much are ticketsâ Scott asks, he didnât really think this all the way through so heâs winging and cost of tickets was the first thing to come to mind. â$75â the dirty blonde told him. As Matt turns back to the front of the line Scott makes a face of pure shock at the cost just for teenagers to party. The boy recovers and looks back to the fellow schoolmate. âCan I borrow some money?â âYeah how much?â Mattâs asks willing to help him out. â$75â he tells him honestly. Matt just shakes his head and again looks back at the front of the line now ignoring Scott. The werewolf shakes his head and makes his way to the back of the line and tries to get a good view of the whittmore boy he came to spy on.
Y/n is sitting on Lydiaâs bed as the strawberry blonde is going through her closet. âYou actually going to the rave thing?â Lydia asked yet not taking her eyes off the mounds of clothing hanging up. âNot really your thing.â She adds. There was no judgement Y/n could tell her best friend was proud that she was trying something new even if the Martin girl herself thought it was lame. âYeah, which is why Iâm entrusting you to help me with a rave worthy outfit.â Y/n wasnât going to the party in itself but she was going to be there and incase she wanted to at least try to blend in. Lydia nodded and turned to face the McCall girl with a devious smile. âDo you trust me?â Y/n knew that translated to showing lots of skin. âWork your magic.â She laughed getting a reply in the form of an excited squeal from Lydia as went back to her clothes now with a mission at hand, and she would complete it.
Back at the station Stiles and his father are standing in front of the crime board picking it apart to see what they could find. âNow if same age means same class- - I mean, did you think of that?â Stiles asks. âYeah, yeah.â Noah replied non convincingly. âWell I wouldâve. I mean.. I - look, I just got Laheys files two hours ago.â He added defensively. His turns to him shock and applaud. âTwo hours? Dad, people could be dying.â He exclaimed. âYeah, Iâm aware of that. Thank you.â Both turning their attention back to the board. âSame class.â Stiles mutters to himself. The two Stilinksi men turn to each other with the same idea. Noah goes to a filing cabinet and retrieves a pile of folders and slaps them on his desk, the two began searching, hoping to find something that can crack this case, both for different reasons but all the same too. Stop people from dying. âOkay, this is it. Class of 2006.â Stiles says as he picked up a thin blue folder. Noah leans over to get a better view of what his son found. âThey all went to beacon hills.â Noah points to the paper in the file he has and adds. âIncluding Issacâs brother.â The younger boys brows knit as he looks up. âAll right, but so what if they all knew each other, you know? I mean, two of them were married, so maybe they all just hung out.â Noah shakes his head taking in what Stiles had said. He could be right, none of this could even connected, but Noah knows that somehow, someway these murders are connected. Of course Stiles knows that, but heâs trying to get all sides before taking this information back to Scott and Y/n. âWell, they could have had the same classes together. They couldâve-â Noah cuts himself off when he comes across some new information in the folder. âWhat?â His son questions knowing heâs found something or thought of something. âSame teacher.â The Sheriff points at a a black and white photo. âHarris.â Stiles says aloud. âThey were all him his class?â âAll four.â Sheriff confirms. âAnd I donât know how Mr. Lahey fits into, but thisâ kid, this is definitely a pattern. All right, give me the 2006 year book.â He tells his son. âThese names, we need faces.â He points at the victims names then picks up the phone sitting on his desk to make a call. âWhich ones?â âEveryone in that class. If the killers not done killingâŚâ âThen one of them is next.â He finishes his father trail of thought. âYeah. Yeah, itâs Stilinski.â He says when whoever is in the other line picks up. Stiles flips through the yearbook looking for class photo finding it he sees the next victim.
Next victims who just so happens to be working the secret ticket sales. âNext.â She calls out impatiently. Jackson, who isnât fully Jackson slowly walks up the old elevator make shirt ticket booth. âHow many?â She asks without looking up. When she doesnât get an immediate answer she cautiously looks up to find Jackson staring at her. He doesnât say anything just stares.l for a moment before raising his hand and lifting his pointer finger to signal that he would like the purchase 1 ticket. Wary, she grabs a ticket and waits for Jackson to hand over the money before slipping the ticket, Jackson takes it from her slowly and brushes his fingers against hers. The woman is on edge, he tilts his head at her, the same dead cold stare. Scott still standing at the end of the line watching the jock looks confused as to what heâs doing. After a moment of Jackson not moving, the girl turns to the men standing behind her. âLetâs go. Letâs get out of here.â She tells them, she doesnât know whatâs going on but she wants out of there as soon as possible. âLetâs go.â She says again louder this time when the two standing with her donât make a move. One pushes a button the elevator starts going up and Jackson still doesnât take his eyes off her, watches her go up and doesnât stop until no one is in his line of sight any longer.
An EMT brings Chris and Allison into the morgue, Chris wants to show his daughter the ugly side of the supernatural. He needs to prepare her. Two metal slabs, two bodies each covered with a white sheet. Chris looks at the tags tied the copses toes. âThis one, Sean. Sean was killed by this thing Gerard says is a kind of shapeshifter.â He starts to explain to his daughter as he slowly walks around the tables. âIt hasnât been around for centuries.â He finishes. Allison nods. âThe thing you shot outside the club the other night.â It wasnât a question. The man looks as his daughter as he goes on ti explain. âSouth American legend we know of calls it the kanima.â Allison doesnât say anything, she knows what itâs called but doesnât want her dad knowing how she knows because that involves also telling him sheâs still in contact with Scott. Chris can tell just by the look on the young girls face. But doesnât bring it up and moves on to the next body. âThis one, Jessica. She was smothered to death after giving birth. The police think it was done by someone else. We think itâs a person whoâs controlling this other shapeshifter. That means two killers, Allison. One human, one not. You know, the question I had after Gerard first told me about our family- - âwhy us?â He quoted me Winston Churchill. âThe price of greatness is responsibility.â â Allison tilts her head at what her father said, not fully understanding where he was going with this speech. The older Argent continued. âPersonally, I think itâs more about knowledge.â He starts to walk towards his daughter as he speaks. âBut we know the truth. We know about the world. That makes us responsible for a young couple, their newborn daughter, anyone that doesnât have the power to defend themselves. Are you starting to get it?â His voice raises. The young teenage nods her head again, her eyes glossing over. âI get that this isnât a lecture. Itâs an interrogation.â âThat depends on what you know.â He states simply. He went unanswered. âGerard, showed me the library. Cameras didnât catch everything, but do you really think a little high schooo fight can explain that amount of damage? We know youâre trying to protect your friends, but people are dying. A child was orphaned. What you know makes you responsible.â He rips off the sheet from Jessicaâs body. âIt makes you responsible for this.â He points at the woman. Allison looks away to compose herself a bit before taking a deep breath and looking back to her father. âWhat do you want me to tell you?â She questions. âAnything you know. Anything that can lead us to answering the one question that might mean everything. Who controls the kanima?â He demands.
After picking up his sister from Lydiaâs, the twins made their way to the animal clinic to meet Deaton and Derek to figure out what their next moves will be. Scott unlocks the door as Derek and Isaac make their way up to the entrance. âWhatâs he doing here?â The McCall boy asks, his question directed to Isaac. âI need him.â Derek tells him and they walk in, making his way to stand next to Y/n. She looks up to see the other two walking in. âI donât trust him.â Scott says honestly. âYeah, well, he doesnât trust you either.â Isaac replies talking about himself in third person. âAnd Derek really doesnât care.â Derek joins in with referring to himself in third person. âAnd Y/n wants you three to knock it off.â She looks between the three. âNowâs whereâs deaton?â She asks. âIs he gonna help us or not?â Derek asks aggressively towards Scott. At that moment deaton leans against the door frame. âThat depends.â He starts, making his presence known. âYour friend, Jackson. Are we planning to kill him or save him.â The McCall twins say âsave himâ at the same time Derek says âkill him.â The twins both turn to Derek, Scott looks angry and Y/n shoots him a glare. âSave him.â She tells the older man her tone leaving no room to argue. Derek stares for a moment before relenting. Shaking his head he turns to the vet. âSave him.â Scott says to his boss.
Deaton leads the four to the back room and places a tray of what looks like jars of spices. Issac makes a move to pick up a jar, but Derek grabs his wrist to stop him from succeeding. âWatch what you touch.â He tells his beta. Deaton looks through the jars looking for what they will need. Issac leans over the metal table, trying to make eye contact with the vet. âSo what are you? Some kind of witch?â Deaton looks at the boy now. âNo, Iâm a veterinarian.â He tells the boy before looking back the jars. At the end of the table standing next her brother Y/n letâs a small laugh leave her. Scott wears a smirk of his own while Issac flashes the girl a bitchy glare, it goes unnoticed of the barely there curve of the Alphas mouth at the mere sound of her laugh. âUnfortunately, I donât see anything here thatâs going to be an effective defence against a paralytic toxin.â Deatons voice brings them all back to the task at hand. âWeâre open to suggestions.â Derek tells the man. âWhat about an effective offence.â Issac pipes in. âNo, we already tried.â Y/n answered the boy. âI nearly took its head off. And Argent emptied an entire clip into it. The thing just gets back up.â Derek explains. Deaton frowns, thinking for a moment. âHas it shown any weaknesses?â âOnly one.â Derek tells him. âIt canât swim.â Y/n finishes. âDoes that go for Jackson as well?â The twins shake their heads before Scottâs voice fills the room. âNo. Heâs the captain of the swim team.â Deaton nods. âEssentially, youâre trying to catch two people.â He tells the group before he turns to the drawers behind him grabbing a coin, with a symbol through it. holding it up to show the four. âA puppet⌠and a puppeteer.â He places the coin on the table. âOne killed the husband, but the other had to take care of the wife. Do you wanna know why?â Itâs quiet for a beat while everything takes in what they were told and asked. âI donât think Jackson could it.â Scott tells them. âHis mother died pregnant too, and she was maybe murdered. So maybe subconsciously he couldnât go through with it.â Y/n went on. âI think he couldnât do the same thing happen to someone else.â Scott added. âHow do you know itâs not part of the rules?â Isaac questions. âThe kanima kills murderers. If Jackson kills the wife, then the baby dies too.â He further explains. âDoes that mean your father was a murderer?â Scott asks absentmindedly. Issac takes a second to think. âIt wouldnât surprise me if he was.â He answers nonchalantly. âHold on.â Deaton says, something clicking in his mind. âThe book says theyâre bonded, right?â Getting a nod from the others. âWhat if the fear of water isnât coming from Jackson.â He continues. âBut coming from whoever is controlling Jackson.â Y/n says, following along with what the man was getting at. âExactly!â The vet turns to the girl with a nod. âWhat if something that affects the kanima also affects its master?â He goes on to explain has he makes a ring of mountain ash around the puppet coin he had placed on the table only minutes ago. âMeaning what?â Issacâs asks. âMeaning we can catch them.â Scott says, now catching on to the starts of a plan. âBoth of them.â He adds.
The blue jeep pulls into the parking lot of beacon hills high, finding a spot close to the front doors Stiles pulls in and parks, taking the keys out and hoping out. âThereâs gotta be another way to get tickets, right?â Scott asks as he moves his seat forward allowing Y/n to exit the vehicle. âItâs a secret show. There only one way. And itâs. secret. â Stiles tells him. Matt who is locking up his bike hears them talk and walks over. âHey. Either if you know why no one is getting suspended after what happened the other day at school?â Mattâs asks the trio. âDid you want to get suspended?â Y/n asks. He looks at her confused. âWell no, I just find it weird.â He tells her. âJust forget about it. No one got hurt.â Stiles tries to brush him off. Matt looked offended. âI- I had a concussion.â âNo one got seriously hurt.â The McCall girl added. âI was in the ER. For six hours.â He argues getting an eye roll from the younger twin. âHey, do you wanna know the truth, Matt?â Stiles asks, losing patience with the boy. âYour little bump on the head is like this far up,â he lowered his hand closer to the sidewalk. âIs this high on our list of problems right now!â The hyperactive boy exclaims. âAre you okay?â Scott asks Matt. He cares to much. âYeah, Iâm fine now.â He says as he glares between Stiles and Y/n. âSo you didnât get any tickets last night either.â He changes the topic. Scott shakes his head. âAre they still selling?â âUh, no, but I managed to find two online. You should keep trying. Sounds like everyone is going.â Matt tells him, as he glances back at Y/n. Then walks away. âI donât like him.â Stiles states. âAnd I donât like how he stares at you,â he says that looking at Y/n. âLike heâs trying to figure you out.â Y/n keeps her eyes on Mattâs retreating form, he definitely gives her a weird vibe. âHey, are you sure about this?â Stiles stops Scott to ask. âLate time, whoeverâs controlling Jackson had to kill somebody because he didnât finish the job, so what do you thinks heâs gonna do this time?â Scottâs asks, the McCall girl looking at her friend with a knowing look, waiting for him to answer. âBe there to make sure it happens.â Y/n nods as the three make their way into the school.
Coach finstock opens the door from his office to the locker room, the door hitting the wall, getting the players attention. âCan anyone tell me where the hell Jackson is, and why he missed morning practice?â Stiles looks to Scott disappointed. âI thought I told you to keep an eye on him.â Before Scott can open his mouth to explain coaches voice booms throughout the room. âStilinksi! Jackson?â âSorry coach, I havenât seen him since the last time I saw him.â He answered sarcastically. A confused and unamused nod comes from finstock. âOh, and when was that?â âThe last time I saw him, was definitely the time I saw him last.â Down with the boy antics he turns to Danny. âDanny, tell Jackson no missing practice this close to the championships, okay?â âSure coach.â âThat goes for all of you.â He takes one last look around the locker room before going back to his office. âI should be coaching college.â He says before closing the door behind him. Stiles, Scott and Danny go back to an earlier conversation before they were interrupted. âSorry, but I only got two myself.â Danny told the two. âWhat.. do you even have a date, man?â Stiles intrudes. âIâm working on it.â He says annoyed. âOkay, okay. Hear me out. You give us the tickets, and you devote your life to abstinence, and just-â Stiles lame attempt to get the tickets is interrupted by Issac placing a hand on both Stilesâ and Scottâs shoulder, pulling them upright. Danny takes that as his leave and gladly leaves the others behind to deal with your business. âHow do you two loser even survive?â He asks. Stiles gives the Lahey boy his best butch face, as Scott lets out a sign. âWhat are we supposed to do? No one even selling.â Scott explains. At that moment Isaac looks up, to in fact see team mates selling tickets to each other. He pats them on the chest as he walks away. âWait here, boys.â âWhere is he-â the Stilinksi boy stops taking when he sees Isaac violently take tickets from the player who he saw selling, âow.. oh, myâyup.. thatâs excessive. Thatâll bruise. Ow. Wow, okay.â Stiles mutters as he watches it unfold. walking back over issac places a ticket to each boys chest. Once they grab it he hands a third one to Scott for him to give to Y/n. âEnjoy the show.â The boy says with a smiles and walks away from the two again.
Scott made his way into an empty classroom where Allison was waiting for him. Explaining that she had to tell her dad what she knew about the kanima, Scott understood, they didnât know much other then it was Jackson and him not knowing heâs killing people and that they know someone is controlling him but donât know who. A conversation about being seen dating other people in front of Allison mom, so the scary lady backs off. Before the two teens part ways they share a passionate kiss. Unknowing to Victoria Argent watching the two from the small window in the classroom door with a murdering rage upon her face.
After school Stiles, Scott and Y/n head back to the vet clinic to finalize a plan to catch Jackson and his master. âKetamine?â Scott questions Deaton as the man holds up a bottle of the drug and a long syringe. âItâs the same stuff we use in the dogs, just a higher dosage.â He places the the items on the metal table in front of the teenagers. âIf you can get close enough to Jackson, it should slow him down enough to buy you some time. This is some of what youâll use to create a barrier.â He tells them, putting a jar of mountain ash down in the table. This part is for you, Stiles.â Deaton says looking to Stiles. âOnly you.â Y/n frowns but doesnât say anything. She knows she doesnât have to because Stiles will. âUh, sounds like a lot of pressure. Can we maybe find a slightly less pressure task for me?â The boy getting a look of âshut upâ from his friends.â âItâs from the mountain ash tree, which is believed be many cultures to protect against the supernatural. This office,â he moves his hand around to gesture around the room. âIs lined with ashwood, making it difficult for someone like Scott to cause me any trouble.â He says with a smile towards the boy. âOkay, so then what?â Stiles asks. âI just spread this around the whole building and then either Jackson or whoeverâs controlling him canât cross it ?â Deaton nods. âTheyâll be trapped.â The trio share a look of uncertainty. âDoesnât sound to hard.â Y/n says hesitantly. âNot all there is.â Deaton adds. âNaturally.â Y/n mutters. âThink of it like gunpowder. Itâs just powder until a spark ignites it. You need to be the spark, Stiles.â A look of concern is shared between the three before Stiles turns back to the older of the four to voice his concerns. âIf you mean light myself on fire, I donât think Iâm up for that.â A chuckle leaves the man before he explains. âLet me try another different analogy. I use to golf. I learned that the best golfers never swing before first imagining where they want the ball to go. They see it in their mind and their mind takes over. It can be pretty extraordinary what the force of your own will can accomplish.â He looks between the three, but his look lingers in Y/n a little longer with a knowing look. Scott had spilled it all to his boss, including his sisterâs abilities. âForce of will.â Stiles repeats, Y/n nods along next to him putting that information towards a few things in her mind. Deaton looks Stiles in the eyes. âIf- if this is going to work, Stiles, you have to believe it. Stiles takes a deep inhale âmm-hmm.â
The plan was made, while Scott was inside the building keeping an eye on Jackson, Stiles and Y/n would be outside, Stiles would spread the ash around the building and Y/n would stay with him, they would lure Jackson out drug him and try and figure out who was controlling him. Stiles and Y/n would keep Jackson drugged up and out of the building while Scott waited inside for the master to strike for his next victim.
Allison sat on the bottoms steps of her basement while her dad, grandpa and their men loaded up their guns. Chris took a look at his daughter before turning to the men. âAll right. The partyâs in a warehouse just inside the industrial sector. Allison has learned that Jackson Whittmore will be there seeking his next target out of the crowd. Since we still have little clue as to just how strong he is, we need to be extremely cautious.â As Chris speaks Gerard takes out a small sliver tin and dumps a few pills in his hand and tosses them to the back of his throat and swallows. âWhen Allison has Jacksonâs location and has determined him to be at the optimal point where we can take him down, sheâll signal me.â He looks to his daughter. âOptimal meaning as far away from the crowd as possible.â Allison nods her understanding to her father, before he turns back to the men. âThere will be no collateral damage tonight.â He states firmly. âGo ahead.â He tells Allison who stands up and makes her way upstairs. Gerard watches her go up the stairs and when sheâs out of sight he looks to his son. âAs willing participant as she seems, your young protege there also appears to under the impression that we are planning a trap.â Chris loads his gun as he looks up. âI think she doesnât need to know anymore than that.â The topic of the younger Argent is dropped as Gerard speaks up. âFor the rest of us then, letâs be perfectly clear you donât trap a creature this dangerous.â He picks up a knife and pops out the sharp blade for effects. âYou kill it.â He declares.
Stiles runs out of the garage and head for his jeep just has his father pulls into the driveway. âHey, cant talk, got to run.â He rushes out. Noah doesnât say anything just walks towards the house, Stiles notices a shift his his fathers demeanour. âHey, wait. Wait. Wait. Whatâs wrong?â He asks, now concerned. âNothing.â Noah tells him. But Stiles can see it written all over his face that, thatâs a lie. âOh.â The younger boy looks down and sees something missing. âWhereâs your gun?â Noah hesitates and looks defeated. âI left it at the station along with my badge.â He admits. Stiles wasnât excepting that. âWhat?â He asks shocked and confused. Noah waves it off like itâs no big deal. âItâs all right. You know what? Weâll talk about this later.â He makes another move towards the house. âDad.â âDonât worry about it.â âDad!â He calls again. Noah sighs and turns to his son. âIt was decided that the son of a police chief stealing police property and having a restraining order filed against him by one of the towns most respected attorneys did not reflect well on the county.â He explains. All while Stiles wears a looks of complete sadness, he is the reason, the secrets he keeps is the reason, the supernatural bomb barding their lives is the reason, and thereâs nothing he can do to help. Nothing he can do to fix this mess. âThey fired you?â He asks sadly. Noah just shrugs. âNah. Look, itâs- itâs just a leave of absence. Itâs- itâs temporary.â He tries to lessen the boys worries. âDid they say it was temporary or-â âactually. No. You know, I- itâs fine. Donât worry about it.â The man tried again to brush it all off. âHey. Weâre gonna be fine.â He adds. âDad. I donât get it. Why- why arenât you angry at me?â âI donât know.â He says after a moment of thought. âMaybe I just donât want to feel worse than I already do by having to yell at my son.â Noah makes his way into the house as Stiles stands there his jaw clenched as he tries to keep the sadness in. He canât even explain how awful he feels for having put his dad in this situation. He blinks his tears away. âAh, shoot.â She scolds himself.
Stiles pulls up the the building the party is being held Stiles and the twins get out of the jeep and walk to the trunk. The boys are dressed in what they were wearing at school but Y/n changed and and got ready while waiting for Stiles to pick up her and Scott. She was dressed in black high waisted shorts, they were short but they definitely covered her ass, three gold decor buttons on either side next to the very tiny pockets. A dark green top that had what could be explained as an extra long v-neck. The tip of the âVâ stopping two inches before her belly button. And black heeled ankle boots. Her hair fell in perfect long curls. For her makeup she went with a simple Smokey eye and clear gloss on her lips. âYou okay?â Scott asked Stiles. The twins had noticed he had been quiet on the way there, which wasnât normal at all for their hyperactive spaz. âYeah, why?â He answered as he grabbed the duffle bag out of the trunk and slung it over her shoulder. The brother and sister sharing a look. Y/n looked back at her friend. âBecause you were quiet on the way over. Thatâs not like you.â âNo, Iâm fine.â The Stilinki boy dismissed. They didnât believe him but they decided to drop it. Y/n reached for the other bag, just as Scott moved away. âNo. No, not here, not now.â He says to himself and runs off. âWhat?â The two call after him, both going ignored. âScott!â Y/n calls. âWhat am I supposed to do?â Stiles tells after him, still both go ignored. âThis plan officially sucks!â He turns to Y/n. âYeah, letâs just go. You have to spread it all around the building so letâs find a place to start and go from there.â She tells him, getting a nod in agreement.
Inside the building the strobe lights and music have already started, people pile in. Issac and Erica walk sides by side down a hallways and into a room where itâs packed tight with crowds of people dancing. Scott spies from the corner spotted Allison with Matt, who also spotted him. She excuses herself and walks over to her maybe boyfriend. âWhat are you doing here?â He asks urgently. âYou told me to go out with him.â She answers confused by his reaction. âNo, not here. You donât get it. We have a plan.â âYou have a plan?â Now worry settle over her and sheâs panic explains. âOkay, okay. My father and Gerard, theyâre coming here.â She tells the boy. âWhat did you tell them?â Scott demands. âI- I told them-â âAllison!â He shouts, mostly over the music, but also at the situation they are in, and how it just got complicated. âI- I had to tell them.â He urges for him to listen, but heâs not, because a realization came to him. âOh, my god, they know itâs Jackson.â âPeople are dying, Scott.â She tells him like he doesnât already know. âWhat am I supposed to do?â She questions. âYouâre supposed to trust me.â âI trust you more than anyone.â She cries. âWeâve.. we had a plan.â He just repeats to himself. âSo do they.â Scott shakes his head. âThis isnât gonna work.â Allison begins to panic. âWhat do you want me to do? Okay, I can - I can fix it. Please, please, Scott. Just tell me.â He finally looks at her. âJust stay out of the way.â He tells her and walks away. âScott!â âJust stay out of the way!â He tells this time and not just over the music. Finally leaving her side and leaving her fighting her tears.
Outside the building Stiles and Y/n make their way around it as the boy spreads the ash.
On the other side Gerard and his men pull up in their black SUVâs stepping out into the crisp air, the older man looks up to the sky. âCareful, gentlemen. Something wicked this way comes.â
âSo you going to tell me whatâs got you so quiet.â Y/n asks. Theyâre alone sprinkling black sand around a building full of drunk teenagers and murderous lizards, nowâs a good time to ask. âI already said it was nothing.â He dismisses. Y/n nods and pressed her lips into a thin line. âYeah, hate to break it to you pal, but Iâm not buying it.â âY/n.â He sighs. âStiles.â She says back. âLook I know something is wrong and you know Iâmnot dropping it. So spill dude.â Moments pass and she thinks heâs just going to ignore her, but then he lets out a heavy sigh. âMy dad got fired.â Y/n is stunned into silence. She just blinks and follows around the building. âWhat? Why?â She asks when she finally finds her voice. âBecause of me.â He says sadly. That confuses the McCall girl even more. âWhat do you mean because if you?â He stops walking and turns to his friend, her heart drops when she sees the sadden look taking over his features. âThey didnât think me stealing a police vehicle and getting a restraining order against me looked good. If he canât keep his own son in line, how is he supposed to keep the town in line. He got fired because of me.â âIf thats the case then at least let Scott and I share the blame with you. We were part of all that too, so you shouldnât shoulder that alone. We were there. We stole the police vehicle, we got a restraining order against us. Weâre just as much to blame.â Y/n explained. âBut Iâm his son. I should have known better I should have stayed out of trouble. Y//n/n⌠â he paused trying to compose himself. The youngest McCall took a a few steps closer and wrapped her arms tightly around the boys neck. She wasnât sure if there were any right words to make him feel better, make him know he isnât alone in this blame and guilt. But she could offer comfort as best as she could, and Stiles appreciated that, he appreciated that she she cared so much that if he choose, he would never have to burden anything alone, even if he didnât chose she would have never left him alone to deal with it on his own. The boy wasted no time in hugging her back, it was the comfort he needed right now. But they had a task to comply and not a lot of time. Y/n pulls away first. âOkay, we will talk about this later, but right now letâs finish this and then find Scott.â She tells her friend. âDeal.â
Inside the building music is blaring people are dancing, the woman working the tickets is there, looking very wary of her surroundings. Scott and Isaac are off in a corner as Scott hands the Lahey boy the ketamine and syringe. âWhy me?â Isaac asks. âBecause I got to make sure that Argent doesnât completely ruin the plan. Okay, look, you better do it intravenously which means in the vein. When you find him, you pull back this plunger right here.â Scottâs demonstrates pulling the plunger back. âIn the neck probably is going to be the easiest. So you find a vein, you Jam it in there, and pull back on the trigger.â He shows the boy the trigger. âBe careful.â Scott adds. Issac chuckles at that last part. âOh, I doubt itâll even slightly hurt him.â âNo, I mean you.â At that Isaac looks over to Scott surprised that someone wanted him to be careful with himself, it was new to him. âI donât want you to get hurt.â The two stare at one another for a beat before Scott walks off to work out the rest of the plan really hoping everything doesnât go wrong now that the Athenaâs are involved.
Outside in the small parking area where the trio had parked the jeep, Derek and Boyd walk forward just as Chris and his men turn the corner coming face to face with the hunters and werewolves. Coming to a stop only a few feet from each other Chrisâs voice comes out bored and annoyed. âDerek. Back off.â He tells the man simply. âBack off?â The Hale man starts. âThatâs- thatâs really all you got? I got to be honest, Chris. I was really excepting more from the, uh, big, bad veteran werewolf hunter.â Derek starts to taunt the man. Chris only smiles but itâs not a friendly one. âOkay, then. How about âdidnât anyone ever tell you not to bring claws to a gun fight?â At that the men standing behind Chris all cock and raise their guns and the two wolfs. Hesitance washed over Boydâs features at the sight of multiple guns aimed at their faces. âYeah, that sounded pretty good.â Only getting a quick glare from his Alpha.
Jackson makes his way into the party, but itâs not Jackson. Heâs not in kanima form but heâs definitely in kanima mind set, he stalks his way to his target who is standing a little ways away from the crowd.
Rapid gunfire starts up outside, but goes unnoticed by anyone inside due to the loud music. Derek and Boyd duck behind the dumpsters trying to take cover, the men move closer still shooting off rounds, Chris ducks behind a wall to reload his gun before taking aim once again to where the Alpha and his beta and crouched down.
Jacksonâs task is paused as Erica comes up behind the boy and gently places her hand on him moving to stand in front, she places a kiss to the jocks neck just as Isaac comes up behind the blonde beta the three seductively dancing.
Stiles and Y/n continue making their way around the building still working on creating the circle of mountain ash. âAre those gunshots? Like rapidly firing gunshots?â Stiles asks in a panic. âYeah, I think so. Letâs get this over with and find Scott.â All the gunshots means hunters. Which just made their plan more complicated and more dangerous and her main concern right now is her brother. Stiles nods frantically before they start moving again.
Boyd runs out from behind the dumpsters as the men get closer and there bullets hitting the metal bin gets loud, he quickly disarms and Derek jumps over it making himself seen taking out the guy coming up behind his beta, he kicks the man which causes his gun to fall just seconds before his body does.
Issac takes the dancing as a distraction and slowing withdraws the loaded syringe out of his back pocket.
The two wolves put up a fight and are winning, one of Argents men pulls out a stun gun and shots it off towards the Alpha and another man does the same. Derek struggles through electricity coursing through his body had he grabs both sets of wires with each hand and pulls them forward causing the men holding the guns bodies to collide with the other, both falling to the ground unconscious.
Issacâs hands ready on the trigger, but before he can bring it half way up the the whittmore boy, Jackson digs his claws into Issacâs side and then into Ericaâs back. âShe belongs to me.â Jackson says in a demonically deep voice. He pushes the two betas on the floor and starts to track back to his target.
Stiles and Y/n come to an abrupt stop just behind the jeep when the ash runs out only fifty feet away from the starting point, meaning the circle isnât complete. âOh,no.â Stiles mutters. He pulls out his phone to call Scott but it goes right to voicemail so he leaves a message. âScott. Scott, pick up.â He urges through the phone as he continues to look between the space they have left to cover. âPick up now. Look, I got, like, 50 feet of ash left, and Iâm out. Okay? So you got to get your wolf ass down here and help us because we donât know what to do. And weâre just standing out here and Iâm..â heâs cut off by the sound of more gunshots. âAnd weâre hearing gunfire, man, lots and lots of gunfire and werewolves, and weâre- weâre standing here like frickin idiots.â Y/n gives off an offended look at at the boy, but her attention is quickly brought back to the sounds in the not far enough distance behind them. âWith a handful of magic fairy dust. And I donât have enough. Okay?â He stares at his phone in disbelief that it went unanswered. âWhat do we do?â He asks the girl next to him panic lace his tone and covers his face. The McCall girl thinks as she looks towards the start line and where they came from, then she remembers deatons words. âStiles.â She calls to him but heâs just frantically looking at the empty space on the ground which leaves this âtrapâ wide open. âStiles! Look at me.â Upon getting her friendâs attention she gives him a reassuring smile.
Issac goes for the syringe laying on the ground, but just as the tip of his fingers are about to brush against the item someone walks by and kicks it out of the way. He fights through the venom and pain in his side and grabs onto it, pushing himself to his feet, comes up behind Jackson and Jams the ketamine right into the boys neck. Jackson goes down and Issac begins to drag him out, no one in there bats an eye, too absorbed into themselves and the music and probably the drugs and alcohol in their systems, if anyone was to look at them they would only think someone was carrying out their extremely drunk friend.
Scott makes his way out ducking under and garage looking type door used for loading trucks, he pulls out his phone trying to send off a text to his sister and Stiles wondering how their side of the plan is going, but heâs blinded by a cars head lights and looks up from his phone at the sound of tired squealing. Scott doesnât have time to react before heâs hit head on, falling from the hood he hits the cement ground. Hard. The impact knocking the young boy unconscious. The driver side of the door opens and out steps Victoria Argent. She nudges him with the heels to make sure heâs out before loading him in her car and driving off. She doesnât take him far a small shipping container on the premises
âDeaton said you had to believe. Close yours eyes.â She tells him she only gets a look as to say âwhy?â Which earns him an eye roll. âJust do it.â She demands. He gives an exaggerated sigh before he follows his friends instructions. âOkaye, now imagine it, see yourself completing the circle, you didnât run out and youâre walking the same path you have been, focus your mind and really see it, believe it wholeheartedly. You need to believe Stiles.â She urges but hides the urgency as to not put to much pressure on him. âI gotta believe. You need to believe.â He repeats to himself. Heâs having a hard time, Y/n keeps looking around the two making sure they are still out of eye line of the hunters with guns when she spots a bumper sticker and whatâs written in it seem fitting for this. She taps Stiles arms who opens his eyes and follows what she is pointing at. âImagination is more important then knowledge- Enstineâ the bumper sticker reads. Stiles looks back to his friend. âImagine, Stiles.â He nods, takes another deep breath and closes his eyes. âImagineâ he whispers to himself. He can now see it. as he pictures it, he listens to what Y/n said and he can see himself still with a full bag of ash and closing off the trap. âJust imagine it working.â She tells him softly. He starts to walk slowly towards the start of the ash line, with his eyes closed letting the remaining of whatâs in his hand. Y/n keeps her eyes on the back of Stiles head as she follows him, sheâs afraid that if she watches the ground it wonât happen. Stiles opens his eyes with a defeated sigh when he feels the last bit of ash leave his hand. When he stops Y/n looks at the ground and what she sees stuns her. The circle is closed. It worked. Stiles doesnât look down, âit didnât work.â He says and turns to look at Y/n, but he catches the look of amazement on her face as sheâs looking at the ground, he follows her eye line and sees what she sees. It worked. He looks back to where the jeep is, where they stoped to see in fact the line is intact. A proud smile and laugh comes out of the boy and Y/n canât help but laugh with him. âYes!â He yells excitedly. Jumping around he jumps on the hood of a random car, setting off the car alarm and that makes Y/n laugh harder watching her friends excitement.
Scott comes to in the shipping container. He opens his eye, taking in his surroundings, his head lifts and he comes face to face with Victoria who is leaning over him, making sure sheâs the first thing he sees. She gives him an unsettling smiles. âYou probably recognize this device.â She tells him as she shows him a humidifier but itâs for pot not the little Vicks tabs youâd put in a normal humidifier. âPot used to be smoked in a rolled up piece of paper. These days, it seems like all you kids are given a free vaporizer with your medicinal marijuana card.â She holds up a container to her nose and smells it before speaking up again. âHmm. This type of wolfsbane is one of my favourites.â She says with a smile and smells the bottle again. âLovely smell. You probably wonât think so.â She tells him as she clicks it into the vaporizer and switches the device on. âWhat? What are you doing?â Scott asks groggily, he still hasnât fully come to and he doesnât understand what is going on and why sheâs doing this to him. âIsnât it obvious? Iâm killing you.â Her creepy smile dropped at the last part and the smile is replaced with a cold murderous look.
Erica and Isaac have Jackson knocked out and slumped in a chair in another shipping container. Stiles and Y/n walk up outside of it and open the door stepping in, but the McCall girl basically has to catch her friend from fall backwards into her whej he opens the door and goes to walk in but is almost attacked by Erica. âWhoa, just us. Itâs just us.â He exclaims. âDonât freak out.â He adds and he ushers Y/n in and shuts the door behind her. The four now stand in front of the unconscious jock. âIs he okay?â Stiles asks. âWell,â Issac walks over to Jackson. âLetâs find out.â He brings out his claws and makes a move to slash Jacksonâs chest with them, but just before he makes contact with the boy, Jackson catches Issacâs wrist with a strong grip that has the Lahey boy kneels and grunting in pain, he pulls out of the kanimas grasp and walks back over to where the others are standing. Y/n catches the boy and he painfully walks back and almost trips, helping him to fully stand. âOkay, no one does anything like that again!â Y/n demands of the group, all nodding in response. âOh, I think the ketamine was supposed to out him out.â Issac grunts as heâs still in pain. âYeah, well. Apparently this is all weâre gonna get. So letâs just hope that whoeverâs controlling him just decided to show up tonight.â Stiles explains. âYou good?â Y/n whispers to Issac, genuine worry in her voice. Issac replies with a small nod and grateful smile. She opens her mouth to say something but is stopped by fast taps on her shoulder, looking back she sees Erica trying to get her attention but sheâs not looking at the McCall sheâs looking straight ahead where Jackson is sitting. Itâs then that she sees the boy sitting in the chair, his eyes are almost rolled to the back of his and and his body jerks because a demonic voice rings out through the small space they are in. âIâm here.â It says. That brings the boys attention to the whittmorw boy. âIn right here with you.â It tells them. The four other teenagers and frozen. None knowing what to say at this moment.
âItâs going to look like an accident. Like you had an asthma attack and you couldnât get your inhaler in time.â Allison mother tells the boy as she pushes the smoke of wolfsbane closer to his face with her hand. Scotts groans in discomfort, weakly trying to move away but the venomous herb is weakening his body faster than it can heal. âYour school records show you have a pretty severe case of asthma.â His eyes glow yellow and his fangs come out, his wolf side trying desperately to keep him strong enough to heal. âStop!â He pleads. He coughs as the smoke enters her lungs. âToo late.â She says softly. âLooks like itâs working.â Scott tries to fight. She tries so hard to push himself up, itâs slow but he trying. Victoria stands, not liking the fight in the boy. Scott gathers what is left of his strength and goes to let out a roar to signal his location, but Victoria catches on. âUh. Uh. Uh.â She mutters angrily as she kicks him off what looks to be an old fashioned dolly cart. He lands in the ground with a thud.
Allison is inside keeping an eye on the place while she absentmindedly dances with Matt, she sends a text letting her father know she canât see Jackson. âYou wanna move closer to the DJ.â Matt asks the burrent. She nods not really caring where the boy wants to go but when she reaches for her hand she doesnât pull away and lets him lead her closer to the DJ. As they walk through the crowd of people Allison bumps into a man in a leather jacket, her turns to apologize but itâs stopped when she sees who it is. Mr. Harris. He doesnât look to pleased to see her. Matt and Allison look to the blonde heâs standing with, and Harris notices looking between the blonde and his students. âSheâs 21.â He tells them as he grabs onto the blonde and drags her away. âI told you Iâd see a student here.â He tells his âdateâ
Ducked behind the wall Chris sees the text from his daughter and sighs. Derek and Boyd are on the ground leaning against another wall out of eye sight of Chris but still close. âI think I stopped healing.â Boyd groans out. Derek looks to his beta and sighs. âBullets- - theyâre laced with wolfsbane. You got to go take the car.â The Alpha says tilting his head in the general direction of where he had parked said car. âWhat about you?â The beta asks. Derek shakes his head. âI have to find Scott and Y/n. Go.â Heâs been keeping track of the McCall girl as much as he can tonight, heâll focus on the sound of her heart beat her perfume. Hes knows sheâs with his betas who have Jackson and he instructed Issac and Erica that she is not to be harmed. Boyd doesnât make a move to leave Derek. âGo!â Derek raises his voice Boyd shakes his head and stands to leave.
Stiles moves closer to Jackson pretty much getting into his face. âJackson, is that you?â The Stilinksi boy asks. âUs. Weâre all here.â The voice corrects. The four share looks of slight fear at being locked in this space with whatever this is. âAre you the one killing people?â Stiles turns back and asks. âWe are the ones killing murderers.â âSo all the people youâve killed so far- -â Y/n asks from behind Stiles. âDeserved it.â The thing stated cutting her off. Erica feeling uneasy around this thing, especially after what it had done to her in the library, grabs on to something to help ground her, which just so happened to be Y/nâs hand. The McCall didnât hesitate to slightly squeeze the girls hand trying to offer some sort of comfort while also not taking her eyes off Jackson. âSo we got a little rule book that says you only go after murderers.â Stiles says. âAnything can break if enough pressures applied.â At that the three standing behind Stiles all look at each other with frowns, trying to understand what this thing is trying to get at, and no one had a good feeling about the outcome. âAll right, so the people youâre killing are all murderers then?â âAll. Each. Every one.â It confirms. âWho did they murder?â Y/n voice coated in uncertainty. âMe.â It told them. It was Y/nâs turn to feel uneasy enough to seek comfort as she moved just a littler closer to Erica who gave the McCalls hand a squeeze this time to hopefully help keep the girl grounded as well. âWait, what? What do you mean?â Stiles questioned just as confused as the rest. This thing controlling Jackson was starting to get angry as it spoke. âThey murdered me.â At that Jacksonâs eyes turned on the group, they looked reptilian and completely blood shot. âThey murdered me.â
Gerard notices the mountain ash. Victoria circles Scott watching him suffer.
âYour not having a good time are you?â Matt asks Allison as they sit on a bench away from people, well as much away from people as one can in a place like this. âEver feel like you have only the best intentions, but youâre just making one mistake after another?â She asks out loud. âNo, unlike the rest of humanity, Iâm perfect.â He jokes, getting a laugh out of the girl. Matt leans in to kiss her and she lets him only for a second before she pulls away. âUh, uh,â he laughs nervously as he stutters out an apology. âIâm - Iâm sorry. That- that was - that was a huge mistake. Iâm- Iâm sorry.â He continues to stutter. âNo, no, itâs okay, itâs okay.â Allison tells him. âActually itâs not okay. But I have to make a call. Soââ she gets up and leaves Matt sitting on a bench alone.
still not letting go of Y/n, Erica stepped back, Issac moved closer to them, Y/n moved towards Stiles grabbing the back of his jacket and pulling him up to his feet and back to where they were standing, her arm wrapped around his waist from behind to put distance between him the Jackson and keep him close to her. They all see one of Jacksonâs hand moves to his lap, scales and claws. âOkay, okay. More ketamine. More ketamine. The man needs ketamine.â Stiles panics out. âWe donât have anymore.â Issac tells him as he hold up the empty vial to show them. âYou used the whole bottle?â Y/nâs voice raises in shock and horror. Stiles grabs it from Isaac, inspecting it himself. Erica and Y/nâs eye widen and the McCall girl grabs tighter into Stiles and Erica aggressively taps on the back on Stilesâ shoulder trying to get his attention who then with get Issacâs attention. The boys now look to where the girls are and see Jackson now almost fully covered in scales and standing, staring right at them. His eyes bright orange and yellow, he snarls at the four showing have rows of razor sharp teeth. âUm..â Stiles freezes as Jacksonâs head shakes around in a a way no humans head should shake. âOkay, out, everyone out.â He says as he turns to push Y/n in the direction of the door who is also being pulled out the door by Erica and Isaac following very closely behind. âEverybody. Go. Go. Go. Go.â Stiles rushes out. They exit and close the metal door behind them, all four have their backs pressed against the door in hopes of keeping Jackson in. Jackson starts pounding on the door trying to get out. The pounding stops but only for a split second before full kanima form rips through the wall beside the teens holding the door closed. All now at a loss of what the do now.
The ticket girl signals to the DJ that she will be back in five minutes and walks behind the scene of the rave, phone in hand. The woman doesnât make it far before the kanima jumps up in front of her and rips her throat out. She had no time to run or scream before it all happened.
Y/n exits the building and feeling washing over her, she canât place it, but she knows what it means. Danger. Death. Stiles follows her out the door and scopes out their soundings. Grabbing his friends hand he guides her in the direction of the jeep following the ash line. Y/n can feel her heart rate picking up slightly, the unease is caused a slight panic. Derek sees the two and jogs up to them, his hand placed on the small of her back to get her attention. âHey.â She say, it comes out more like a whisper. âHey, um, so we kinda lost Jackson. Inside, but. Um. â Stiles explains, pointing in the direction they saw him blot off in. Derek stops paying attention when he notices the look on the McCall girls face. âWhat is it?â She asks her. She shakes her head and looks at him. Silently telling him she didnât know. Stiles watched Erica and Isaac come out and watched as they could cross the ash barrier. Y/n letâs out a small gasp when she places who this uneased feeling of death is aimed at. Derek caught the soft noise from the girl because of his hyper sensitive hearing and also because he was looking at her, watching her trying to think. âScott.â Y/n whispers to the alpha, who then looks up and listens for the boy. Both ignoring the exciting yells from the Stilinksi boy over how the ash had actually worked. âI did somethingâ the boy announces proudly. But comes to a stop when he turns to Y/n and Derek. He sees the look of fear paint her features and she looks at the wolf, and a nerve wracking look of concern and consternation on said wolfâs face.
Scott groans weakly on the floor the wolfsbane is stronger than he is. He is dying. âAlpha, beta, but what are you, Scott? Omega. Donât you know the lone wolf never survives without a pack? Iâve heard the cry of an omega. Itâs a miserable sound. The howl of a lone wolf.â The Argent woman taunts the boy. âIâm not.â Scott says weakly. âWhat? What is it?â The red headed woman questions. âIâm not..â the boy starts as he lifts his head. âAlone.â He finishes. Letting out a roar, only to end in a coughing fit as he collapses to the floor again. But Derek hears it.
âScott?â He says, looking to the girl next to him seeing the look on her face. He turns to Stiles. âBreak it.â He tells the boy. âWhat. No way.â Stiles complains. âScottâs dying!â He yells at the younger boy. âWhat? How do you know?â He questions. Y/n wastes no time in running over the barrier and in the direction of the feeling that will lead to her brother. âOh, my god, Stiles, I just know, and so so does she!â Pointing tot Y/n running off to try and help her brother. âBreak it, before she gets hurt too!â A dramatic sigh leaves the Stilinksi boy and as kneels down and wipes away the ash breaking it. Without another word Derek takes off after Y/n and towards Scott.
âAllisonâŚâ Scott whispers out, and that just enrages the mother more. âPlease tell here Iâm sorry.â He breaths out and falls unconscious again. Y/n bursts through the door horror filling her body as she sees her brother sprawled out on the floor and can barely make out the raise and fall of his breathing, she about to rush over to him and help him up when a heeled foot step alerts her of something behind her, she turns just in time to see Victoria Argent raise I knife to her, Victoria know something supernatural is happening with the werewolfâs sister so sheâll lose no sleep over putting the girl down as well. Y/n raises her left arm in front of her face just as the knife comes down and sliced through her forearm. A painful yell leaves the young girls lips, and with her right arm she pulls back and throws a punch to the redheads jaw. âBitch!â The younger twin yells. Victoria raised the knife again to the girl but is stopped when Derekâs hand wraps around the older womanâs arm stopping her from making contact again. âGet Scott!â He tells as he gets the knife out of the womanâs hand. her and she doesnât hesitate to rush over and kneel down, rolling her brother over she shake him trying to get him to open his eyes. âCome one Scott, wake up!â She begs. Victoria throw her elbow into Derekâs cheek bone, she leans down for the knife and stalks towards the twins, Derek grabs her and growls, throwing her to the ground and she trips the Alpha on her way down he falls and rolls to a stop next to Scott and looks up to stop another oncoming attack but notices that Victoria is gone, she fled. He looks around the space, making sure he didnât miss her if she was hiding in another dark corner. âHeâs not opening his eyes.â Y/nâs panicked words brings him back. He gets to his feet and pulls Y/n up to a stand then leans back down picking up the boy and throwing him over his shoulder. âLetâs go.â He tells her as they rush out and towards the car park, needing to get Scott help before it really is too late.
Allison runs out of the building out of breath, sheâs stopped when a hand grabs her upper arm and her breath catches. âHey. Hey. Hey itâs just me.â Gerard tells her. âWe better get you out of here.â Allison shakes her head. âIt didnât work. None of it, none of it worked.â She tells him out of breath. âWell, I wouldnât say that. In fact Iâd say the prognosis isnât as nearly as dire as it seems. Not nearly.â He tells his granddaughter as he leads her away.
Police gather around the woman the kanima has just killed. Jackson whittmoreâs dad steps ip to Noah Stilinksi. âyou really think itâs a good idea being here?â âI just want to know her name.â Noah says. Sadly looking down at the deceased woman. âIt was Kara. Kara Simmons.â Noah takes out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and crouches down. The paper is a list of names. Hers not on the list. âItâs not here.â He says to himself and crumples the paper more out of frustration. âHere name is not on the list.â
Derek and Y/n sit in the back room of the animal clinic while Scott lays unconscious on the metal slab as Deaton patches him up. Deaton notices the boy start to stir and gently pats his cheek. He smiles at Y/n and silent way of saying âheâll be okay.â âThank you.â She says sincerely. He nods and walks out of the room. She looks at her brother, the thoughts of âwhat if Iâd been too lateâ play in her mind. He looks up to check on Derek and clocks the exhausted and conflicted look on his face, she opens her mouth to ask if he was alright, but it didnt seem like a good question and not the right time, a few steps from the table to the chair next to the one heâs sitting in she sits down and without a word just leans her head in his shoulder. He doesnât say anything or take his eyes off of Scott, but he accepts the girls presence by leaning his head onto of hers.
Deaton walks back to the front of the clinic. âI can decide if I admire your sentimentality or despise it.â A beautiful dark skinned woman with long dark hair and big brown eyes says as she spots the vet. âIf I want your opinion, Iâll make an appointment with the guidance office.â He replies unamused. âFrom the state of things. I think you could use a little guidance. Are you really going to leave all of this up to a couple of kids?â She asks. Not happy with that option. âTheyâre more capable than you think.â He tells her honestly. âAnd are you going to tell them whatâs coming?â She asks. Deaton looks back toward the office before turning back to the woman. âThey have enough to worry about .
Chris Argent is still outside the building when his wife calls out his name. âChris.â She limps over to him as he runs, he gets to her just in time for her to lose her footing, he catches her with ease, his hand goes to her cheek and then he sees her shoulder covered in blood. Reaching down to move her sweater he now sees itâs a bite. A bite of a werewolf.
I was hoping to get this next chapter published tonight, but I donât think thatâs happening, but if itâs not up tonight, it will be up tomorrow for sure! Ideally Iâm trying to get the last bit of season two done by Sunday night. But warning it will be left on a possible cliff hanger until after the holiday season đ
Her scream died down, but her heart was still beating to fast for the two wolves liking that could hear it perfectly, Y/n sat on a broken down bench staring at her shaking hands, she was getting used to calming herself down after the vivid dream like visions, but now they were happening when she was wake as well, this time though it was just a feeling, no blurred images, just loud whispering and the feeling of death. This was stronger she knew it was happening as she was feeling it, and she was getting angry, why have this ability if she canât stop these things from happening. Y/n had yet to say anything and the three males didnât want to push, but Erica standing a little bit away from them now feeling more like herself broke the silence. âWhat the hell was that?â She asked cautiously, not understanding the sudden outburst the younger McCall had or why the other three seemed so worried and on edge. Scott and Stiles looking from Y/n to each other not knowing what to say considering they had no clue what was going on either, Derekâs eyes though hadnât left the girl, now noticing the tremble to her hands he gently reached out grabbing ahold of both of hers with his one, that seemed to break her from her focus and look up to meet his soft and worried gaze. The other three teens had a mix of feelings, Scott still wasnât sure what to make of this newly found relationship thing between the alpha and his sister, but he did mean what he said to Stiles, they trusted her, so he was trying stay out of this. Stiles hated it all, he didnât trust Derek, yeah he trusted Y/n of course he did with his whole life, but he was worried about her and he knew Scott was going to back off so he was going to be extra alert for all of them. Erica, she saw something the boys couldnât seem to see, Derek was an ass, he was cold and dangerous, who at most times only seemed to care about strength and power inside his newly built pack, but what she was seeing now, was this soft and gentle person, whoâs now forgotten about his strength and power and killing Jackson and whoâs only concern is this girl, she understood she couldnât keep up the aggressive behaviour with the younger twin.
âY/n, what happened?â Scott asked her. âI donât know, I didnât see anything I just- I felt -â She cut herself off with a sigh and a shake of her head, she didnât have an answer for them because she didnât have an answer for herself. Stiles seems to be thinking for a moment before his voice fills the space. âWe still havenât figured out whatâs happening since the whole Peter thing, but it does seem that youâre more intuned to anything supernatural, especially when it comes to people being brutally murdered.â Scott looks up horrified at Stiles. Derek finally takes his eyes off the girl beside him to send the Stilinski boy his signature death glare. âSorry.â Stiles says sheepishly when he sees the looks heâs receiving. âItâs fine.â Y/n tells him. âHeâs not wrong.â The McCall girl adds. âDid you hear anything?â Scott asks remembering that new adaptation. âYeah, but nothing I could understand, or really make out.â Now looking up and glancing at all the faces looking back at her she says something that confirms their suspicions. âThe only thing I know for sure, is that someone else was murdered.â
A/N: I tried to have this out last night but it didnât work out that way, this one may be a little rushed around the end, so for that I do apologize, I just said I would have this out about a week ago and I donât so I wanted to get this posted. On another note. The next time I post which Iâm hoping is by the end of this month maybe first week of next month, I will be posting the last remaining five episodes of this season all at once. Weâre coming up on the ending that will start the crossover (very small very small more so, just to help form the storyline better, small mentions here and there. But still. ) but anyways I hope you enjoy (:
A trailer is parked in the darkened wooded area, as a couple sit inside fighting. âYou promised this was only gonna be for a few weeks.â The woman says calmly. âLook, just because weâre in a trailer does not mean weâre trailer park trash.â The man sitting at the table argues. âExactly. Weâre worse. We donât even have enough money to be in a trailer park.â She tells him her voice getting angrier. Before the arguing can continue the lights in the trailer start to flicker. âDonât have a meltdown, okay?â He says as the lights go out completely. âItâs probably just the generator.â He adds, grabbing his coat and slinging it on. âYou that thing that runs the electricity and water.â Thereâs silence between the two for a moment before she apologizes. The two make up before he walks out of the trailer to check the generator, the woman sits down at the table and cries quietly. Movement catches the corner of her eye and she glances outside the window of the trailer, seeing her boyfriend talking to a stranger in the black hoodie, hood up, black pants, black boots and black leather gloves. âSean?â The woman questions to herself in wonder, it looks lien the two are arguing. The hooded man points above Seanâs head making him look up to the tree line in time to see the kanimas tail come down and wrap around his neck, the woman inside sees it lift her boyfriend off the ground and out of sight. A horrified gasps leaves her lips then watches the hooded man turn towards her and point in her direction. Another gasp as she ducks beside the window and out of view, she takes a peek back out the window, the man is gone, she gets up and rushes to the door to lock it, then to the small sun roofed window and quickly turns to knob to close it, her breath is laboured as she canât think straight, sheâs confused on what she saw and scared of whatâs to come next. She screams as glass shatters and Sean is thrown through the window, landing on the table, her screams continue as he is yet again yanked away and tossed outside the trailer, she screams come to a halt when the kanima makes its way painstakingly slow into the window towards the woman. It lets out a god awful hiss when itâs face is only inches from her face, it taunts her as takes in the womanâs scent of fear, the kanima stops when it comes face to face with the womanâs pregnant belly, it almost seems confused, then the kanima runs out of the trailer and through the woods, far from the woman.
Scott, Y/n and Stiles are standing in sheriff Stilinskis office, Y/nâs phone placed on the desk as they sit on speaker with Allison. âIf Jackson doesnât know what heâs doing, then he probably doesnât know someoneâs controlling him.â Allison tells the trio. âOr doesnât remember.â Scott states. âWhat if itâs the same kind of thing that happened with Lydia and Y/n when they took off from the hospital?â Stiles questions, looking up at Y/n. âA fugue state? It would make some sense, I donât remember anything until about 3 hours before Derek had found me and brought me back to the hospital, but what could cause so many fugue like states, and so close together?â The McCall girl asks.
Jackson is sitting naked in the locker room, claws out, his hands and forearms covered in fresh bright red blood.
âHeâd have to forget everythingâ the murder.â Scott theorizes.
Jackson stands under the water as the water turns red and washed down the drain.
âGetting rid of the blood.â Allison adds.
Jackson is now fast asleep in his bed, as if nothing happened.
âBut he had help with one thing though.â Stiles looks between his friends and the phone.
âThe video.â Y/n finishes his train of thought.
A blacked gloved hand reaches for the video camera set up near Jacksonâs bed recording.
âAnd someone else helped him forget that.â Scottâs speaks again. âWhoeverâs controlling him.â He adds. âAre we sure Jackson doesnât have a clue about any of this?â The Argent girl asks. Y/n shakes her head as stiles answers. âHe thinks heâs still becoming a werewolf and thatâs being with Lydia somehow delayed the whole thing.â The Stilinksi boy explains. âSo do we try to convince him heâs not?â Y/n asks her friends. Her brother nods. âIf it helps us find out whoâs controlling him, then yeah.â âDo you think heâll talk to us? After what we did?â Allison asks her boyfriend. Stiles shrugs his shoulders like itâs just an another normal day. âYeah, itâs us. Heâll talk to us.â Before looking between Scott and Y/n âright?â He adds. The twins share a look as if to say âthatâs probably not going to happenâ
Noah Stilinski stands in an interrogation room beside the three teens sitting at the table, Melissa and Mr. whittmore standing on the other side of the teens near the door to the room. clip board in hand by the sheriff begins to read it aloud for them. âYou will not go within 50 feet of Jackson Whittmore. You will not speak to him. You will not approach him. You will not assault or harass him physically or psychologically.â Noah drops the clipboard onto the table as he stares at his son and his friends. Stiles looks between his friends and the three adults standing in the room, he hesitates a second before speaking up. âWhat about school?â He asks looking to his father, itâs a genuine question, but for Stiles heâs most likely being a smart ass. âYou can attend classes while attempting to maintain a 50 foot distance.â Noah answers disappointedly. âOkay, what if we both have to use the bathroom at the same time and thereâs only two stalls available and theyâre only right next to each other?â Stiles asks another question. All three adults standing in the room look to the boy annoyed and disapprovingly. Scott and Y/n look to their friend silently asking him to stop talking. They were all , already in enough trouble as it was, they didnât need to add to the fire anymore, at least not tonight. âIâll just hold it.â Stiles reassures them all.
Sheriff Stilinski pulls his son out of the intergation room beginning to lecture him for what feels like the 100th time in the last few weeks. âDo I need to remind you how lucky we are that theyâre not pressing charges?â He explains to his son. âLook come on it was just a joke!â Stiles lies. âIt was a joke?â The older Stilinski man asks angrily, definitely not believing his son. âYes, I didnât think it would be taken seriously. Dad, humours very subjective, okay? I mean, weâre talking multiple levels of interpretation here.â âUh-huh.â Noah nods, not buying any of this. âOkay, well, how exactly am I supposed to interpret the stolen prison transport van, huh?â Stiles shrugged offended, as the McCall twins begin to exit the room with their mother following close behind, also very unimpressed by all this. âWe filled the tank!â Stiles tries to defend.
Scott and Y/n watch in as they walk by the two Stilinskis. âMove.â Melissa demands her kids as they turn the corner into the empty hallway of the station. Melissa catches both twins shoulders, causing them to stop and turn to look at her. âItâs not just this.â Their mother starts. âAlthough, a restraining order is a new low that I didnât think that you two would reach quite this soon.â âMom-â Y/n starts but is cut off by her mother giving a look to say Iâm not finished. âItâs everything on top of it. The completely bizarre behaviour, the late nights coming home, having to beg Mr. Harris for you to make up that chemistry test that you missed,â Melissa looked at her son on that one. âI missed a chemistry test?â Scott questioned generally confused. âReally, Scott? Really?â She asks her son. âI have to ground you, both of you. I am grounding you, you two are grounded.â âWhat about work?â Scott asks. âFine,â she looks between her kids. âOther than work. And no tv.â âThe tvs broken.â Her twins say the same time. She shakes her head trying to come up with something else, she wasnât use to grounding her kids. âThen no computers.â âWe need computers for school.â Y/n tells her. âThen no, uhâŚâ Melissa shifts and looks around trying to think of something else when she spots Stiles standing behind her. âNo Stiles.â She finally declares. âWhat- No Stiles?â The young boy asks offended as Scott and Y/n look just as displeased in that. âNo Stiles!â Melissa yells, Stiles backed up real quick. âAnd no more car privileges. Give me your keys.â She holds out her hands towards both kids. The younger McCalls look to each other. âGive them to me!â Their mother yells this time. Scott reaches into his pocket and grabs his set of key and Y/n digs in her over the shoulder tanned purse and grabbing her set, both placing their sets of car keys into their mothers out reached hands. Melissa struggled to get Scottâs car key off his key ring, frustration growing within the woman by the second. âOh, for the love of god.â She scoffed. âYou want me to do it.â Scott asked trying to help. She didnât answer just continued to fight with the keys. âMom.â Y/nâs voice was heard, but she went unanswered as well. âMom, come on, let me justâ Mom.â Scott reached out and grabbed his momâs hands, stoping her struggle. She sighed, before looking up and between her kids. âWhat is going on with you guys?â She asked softly yet sadly, then turned to her son to direct the next question to him. âIs this about Allison?â Stilesâ eyes widen from behind melissa and shakes his head, their plan was to tell their parents what had actually been going on, but after tonightâs events it probably wasnât the greatest idea. Y/n holds her breath fearing that Scott may actually tell the truth right now. âDo you really wanna know?â He asks his mother. Melissa nods. âYeah.â Stiles shakes his head at Scott more aggressively and angrily. âOr is this about your father?â Y/n brows knit at that question, they havenât seen their father in a while, and they havenât talked about it either, and she was more than okay with not talking about it, the younger McCall would be okay if she didnât see her father again. Stiles nods softly at Scott, hoping his friend listened. âIt is isnât it?â Their mother adds when she goes unanswered. Y/n looks between her mom and brother than to Stiles who is really nodding, but his eyes look to be glossed over. âOkay, you know what, um⌠weâll talk about this at home. Iâm gonna go get the car.â The twins and Stiles watch as she walks away sadly feeling as if she has somehow failed her children.
âJeez, we are the worst kids.â Scott says sadly to his sister who nods in response. Y/n knows things are getting way out of hand and they need to tell someone, but just like the two boys standing next to her she has no idea how to go about this anymore or what they could even say really. âWell, Iâm not exactly winning any prizes either.â Stiles tells his friends looking into the room they all left at his father who is being yelled at by Mr. Whittmore. âDammit, you give him a restraining order, and heâs mocking you! He was moâ and what do I do about going to the bathroom?â They listen to Jacksonâs dad yell as the three teenagers stand thoughtfully in the hallway. Jackson who sits on a bench around the corner from the trio listens in to what theyâre saying and what his father is saying and wears a smug smirk.
Across town underground in the abandoned train station, Derek is leading Issac in the narrow broken train. âSo why do we need their help?â Issac asks the Alpha. âBecause itâs harder to kill than I thought. I still donât know who it is.â He tells his young beta. âAnd they do?â âThey might. Which is why I need you to get in their good side.â âMmm,â Erica hums. âWhich one, Scott, Stiles, or Y/n.â Erica mocks on the McCall girls name, still pissed about Derekâs protectiveness over the human girl. âI personally prefer Y/n.â Issacâs tells the two, Derek spinning back to glare at the boy. âOr not.â âNo. She would see right through the act anyways.â He states matter of factly knowing the girl doesnât trust easily and sheâs not gonna just accept a new attitude from either of his betas, sheâll know for sure thereâs and motive at hand. âThen who? Scott it Stiles?â Erica asks again leaving out the third name this time. âEither.â Derek tells her. âBest bet Scott heâs all about second chances and saving people.â Issac tells the blonde girl. âYou know, the full moons coming, Derek.â The younger boy now directs to his Alpha. âIâm aware of that.â The older man says dryly then turns back to a trunk sitting on the cement ground and opens it, pulling out chains and restraints. âMy these look comfortable.â Erica smarts off. âYou said you were gonna teach us to change whenever we wanted.â Issac reminds the older man. âThere hasnât been time.â Derek replies without looking up from pulling out chains and leather straps from the trunk. âBut if you have to lock us up during the full moon, that means youâre alone against the Argents.â Issac looks down trying avoid eye contact, this while being locked up thing is bringing up not so happy memories of what his father used to do to him. âThey havenât found us.â The Alphas patience is running thin. âYet!â The Lachey boy fires back. âSo how about we forget the kanima?â The boy continues. âWe⌠Canât!â Derek turns around to finally look at the younger boy, voiced raised and now all patience gone. âThere was something about the way Gerard looked at it.â Erica and Isaac sharing a confused look as Derek carried on speaking. âHe wasnât afraid⌠at all. I donât know what he knows or what heâs planning. But Iâm sure about one thing. We have to find it first.â He declares firmly.
Allison walks slowly into the library subtlety looking around, glancing back towards the camera looking where itâs pointing at before ducking into an aisle out of sight. She pulls a tablet out of her brown leather over the shoulder bag and pushes it through the shelves, towards the twins and Stiles standing on the other side of the large bookshelf, Scott taking it as the trio look over the same picture and Latin text as theyâve seen multiple times before, but this time the text translated into English in a yellow text box off to the side, Scott zooms in so they can read it fully. âItâs everything Lydia could translate.â Allison whispers. âAnd trust me, she was very confused.â The Argent girl adds. âWell I mean can you blame her? Iâm still confused by all this and Iâm not completely in the dark like she is, I still think we should tell her.â Y/n voices. âAnd say what exactly?â Stiles asks dumbly. Y/n looks at the Stilinski boy with frowned brows. âThe truth.â She states. âWhat did you tell you?â Scott asked his girlfriend turning away from his sister and best friend. Allison frowns a little embarrassed about what sheâs about to say. âThat we were part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures.â She finishes with a laugh, the McCall girl raises her brows in amusement. Scott letting out a chuckle of his own, Stiles looks slightly offended by the laughs from the other three. âI am part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures.â The boy defends, getting odd looks from Scott and Allison, Y/n continues to laugh. âOf course you are.â She tells the boy with a smile. âO-oh. Great.â Allison says slowly unsure of how to respond. âOkaye does it say how to find out whoâs controlling him?â Y/n asks breaking the small glare Stiles is sending to the Argent girl, turning back to the real issue at hand. âNot really. But Stoles was right about the murders.â The burrent tells her friends. âYes!â Stiles exclaims excitedly. âIt calls the Kanima a weapon of vengeance.â She goes on to explain what she found out. âThereâs a story in there about this South American priest who uses the Kanima to execute murderers in his village.â She finishes. âAll right, see? So maybe itâs not all bad.â Stiles tries to lighten the situation. Allison sighs. âUntil the bond grew strong enough that it killed whoever he wanted it to.â She delivered the blow causes the other three to look at her with wide eyes. âAll bad.â Y/n states. âAll very, very bad.â Stiles adds. âHereâs the thing though.â Allison look around as she speaks up again. The younger McCall raised her brows as to ask âthereâs more?â âThe Kanimas actually supposed to be a werewolf. But it canât beâŚâ she cuts herself off as a woman comes into the aisle sheâs in to out away a book. âUntil it resolves whatâs in its past which manifested it.â Scott finishes for her as he reads over the tablet. âOkaye, if that means that Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy, I couldâve told you that myself.â Y/n snarks getting a dramatic nod of agreement from Stiles. The four teens are silent for a moment as they all try and think, Allison speaks up first. âWhat if⌠it has something to do with his parents?â âLike his real parents?â Y/n questions. The Argent girl nods with confirmation. âYeah, does anybody actually know what happened to them?â Scottâs asks looking between the others. Stiles and Y/n share a look. âLydia might.â Stiles tells them. âWhat if she doesnât know anything?â The werewolf of the group asks. âWell, he doesnât have a restraining order against me, so⌠Iâll talk to him myself.â âOkaye what do I do?â The McCall boy asks. âYou have a make up exam.â His sister informs him. Allison grabs her boyfriendâs hand through the shelves. âPromise me.â Scott interlocks his fingers in hers. âIf he does anything, you run the other way.â âI can take care of myself.â
Y/n and Stiles take interest in the random book in the boys hand as they try to remove themselves from the bubble that is Scott and Allison feeling just slightly awkward. âAllison, if you get hurt while busy with some stupid test, someoneâs going to need to take care of me. If he does anythingâŚâ âlike?â âAnything weird or bizarreâ anything.â He finishes. Stiles pokes his head through the empty space in the shelf. âAnything evil!â Allison pushes his face back through the shelf as Y/n grabs the neck of his shirt pulled him back to their side of the books. âAh.. ow!â The boy exclaims.
Jackson enters an empty classroom shaking his head at his phone, as he walks over to the cage that holds a snake, as if in a trance he reaches his hand into the cage and picks up the reptile and lets it slither up his arm and around his neck then enters his mouth sliding down his throat, just as a teacher comes in. âJackson do you still want to discuss your paper?â Jackson pays no mind to the man and just looks back at the now empty glass box.
Scott sits in the quiet classroom other then himself and the teacher supervising, as he erases every thing in his page, stressing about having his girlfriend talk to Jackson when none of them knew what mind set the boy would be in.
Allison walks down the hall near the boys locker betting it would be the best place to find the whittmore boy, a door opens and she bumps into Matt, both teens letting out a startled gasp. âOh, you just scared the hell out of me.â He laughs. âSorry, I waâ I was just, um, I wasâ nothing.â Allison stutters, forcing a smile. âAh, thatâs a â nice heels.â The big switches subjects awkwardly. âOh! Yeah, uh, my feet were hurting, so Iâ-â she bends down to put her heels back on. âsame reason I never wear mine.â Matt tried to joke. Allison looks up not paying attention ti the boys attempt at humour. âWhat?â Matt sheâs his head and swallows thickly. âUh, forget it. Hey did you hear about the underground show? Apparently, theyâve got some big names spinning.â The Argent girl tries not to show her disinterest in the boy in front of her, wanting to get this weird encounter over with and continue with trying to find Jackson. âOh, you mean like a rave?â âIf you donât roll? I just call it a party.â He tells her, noticing sheâs looking anywhere but him he tries again to gain her attention, Matt has other motives, heâs obsessed with both the girl standing in front of him and Y/n, heâs not to happy about always catching her with Derek hale and when sheâs not near him she is less interested then Allison is, but he more so needs to know what Y/n is, so she doesnât get in the way of his plans, and heâs pretty sure he has an idea, now he just needs to find out how to render her useless if itâs needed. âBut hey, I got a friend who can hook us up with tickets if youâre down.â He puts on a hopeful smile. âWant me to get you one?â She nods uneasy and impatient. âYeah, yeah, great.â She tells the boy. âYeah? All right, cool.â As he begins to walk away from her before turning back to her. âUm, itâs Friday, so⌠looking forward to it.â She nods and he walks out of the hallway. Allison watches him leave, but faint gagging noise breaks her focus from the hallways to the closed door leading the to boys locker room and she doesnât hesitate to open the door and walk in.
Lydia walks out of the classroom with Stiles and Y/n following. âIâm not supposed to tell anyone.â She tells the two after theyâve asked about Jackson and his birth parents all period. âCome on, everyone who ever says that âIâm not supposed to tell anyone.â Is always dying to tell someone. So tell us.â Stiles says pinto g to himself and Y/n. Lydia looks at the boy as if to say âwhy would I tell you anythingâ âTell Y/n.â He says when he understands the look he getting from the Martin girl. Lydia looks at her best friend, brows knitted. âWhy do you wanna know?â She questions, genuinely curious, Y/nâs never asked about it before, so why now and why the urgency. Y/n hesitates, a conflicted look written on her features, looking to Stiles who shakes his head. A defeated sigh leaving the McCall girl. â I canât tell you that.â A saddened look passes over Lydia before she steels her reaction, she knows her friend isnât telling her something or heâll even a lot of somethings, and it breaks her heart, they use to tell each other everything, nothing was off the table, but now the last few months she feels as if she doesnât even know her best friend anymore. âThen Iâm not telling you.â She declares breaking eye contact with the girl. Noticing the look on his best friends face he steps in. âBut you are telling me that you could tell me something is you wanted to tell me?â Confused now the strawberry blonde shakes her head and asks. âWas that a question?â âIt felt like a question.â He tells her, as he goes over what he has just said. âWell.. tell me if this feels like an answer. No.â As she picks up her pace and walks away. Stiles groaning follows after her, Y/n follows him. Sheâs gonna tell her the truth, she has too, some of what is happening to her is happening to Lydia, and Lydia just thinks she crazy, and Y/n knows she came give her some half okay more like quarter answers cause she doesnât know a lot herself. Either that or she loses her best friend, and thatâs not an option. Erica pushes off the lockers watching as the three walk away with a smug yet knowing smile, she has the answers they are looking for, and she can use her knowledge to her advantage, maybe then Derek will pay attention to her instead of always being so all about Y/n and the little humanâs safety.
Allison walks into the locker room a bundle of nerves and a wobble in her voice. âJackson?â She calls out. âIâm here.â He calls out calmly after a few moments from the showers. Allison follows the sound of running water, coming around the corner to see Jackson in all his glory, just staring at her waiting for her to come around the corner. She turns away from the naked boy instantly, leaving the shower area, Jackson just watches with a deadly stare as she moves out of his line of sight. âIs something wrong?â He asks her coyly. âY-you could have warned me.â Jackson turns off the water and walks slowly in the direction of where she went. âYouâre the one that walked into the boys locker room.â âI thought I heard youâ I thâ forget it.â Jackson still exposed still the same dead look in his eyes, comes to stand in front of her. âDid you wanna talk about something?â She feels scared, she knows heâs not in is normal mind set, heâs a dick but even she knows this is over the top of behaviour even for him. âWe can talk later.â She tells him, still refusing to look at him. His arm blocks her path of leaving forcing her to look at him. âNo.â He demands. âLetâs talk now.â Leaving no room to question.
Still chasing after the Martin girl in the halls, she still refuses to talk to them. âLydia!â They both call. âLydia , come on!â Stiles yells. âWait!â Y/n shouts. All of a sudden Stiles is grabbed and pushed roughly into the wall with a loud and painful thud. âOw!â The boy cries out. The McCall girl rushes to his side and shoves Erica as hard as she possibly can, which seemed to be hard enough considering she released her vice grip on the Stiles and moved back a few steps, not happy with that the blonde beta steps dangerously close to the McCall girl, the latter not budging. âThere are other ways to get our attention. I get you have a new attitude and some confidence, but that doesnât mean you gotta resort to random violence just because you gave yourself a slutty makeover and some werewolf venom pumping through your veins.â She chuckles angrily. âI really donât see what he sees.â The girl tries to wiggle under the others skin. Y/n not having it, she smirks. âClearly more than he sees in you, sweetheart.â That pissed the new beta off who takes another step towards her, again Y/n isnât phased. But Stiles is freaking out. âOkay!â He yells dramatically, still the two in front of him keep their scary stare down going before the before gets in the middle. âAh, ah, ah. Hey Erica! What was so important you had to shove me into a wall?!â Erica finally takes her eyes off Y/n now turning back to the boy and pushing her hand against his chest her claws coming out. âWhy are you asking Lydia about Jacksonâs parents?â âWhy are you bringing out the claws?â He smarts off unimpressed with this whole situation. âOn camera too, none the less.â Y/n pipes up, just as pissed. Erica looks back towards the cameras as if she forgot all about them, retracting her claws and moving her hand away from the boy. At this point Y/n has moved to stand shoulder to shoulder with her friend. âThatâs right. You wanna play cat woman? Iâll be your Batman.â He states as he fixes the strap on of his backpack and stands up straighter and walks away. âIf youâre wondering about Jacksonâs real parents, theyâre about half a mile from here.â She starts to tell Stiles and Y/n the two turning back to look at her. âIn beacon hills cemetery.â She finishes. Both friends wear a look of defeated horror on their faces. How does that information help them now. Stiles and Y/n share a look. As Erica starts to walk away from them.
Still cornered in the locker room by Jackson, Allison is trying to find anyway out if this room and fast as possible. âIâ I have to get to clââ she stutters and tries to side step around the jock, who only proceeds to block her path again. âOh, no, no, you donât.â He tells her. âNo, you have perfect grades. You can skip one class.â Allisonâs breathing picks up as she really starts to panic. He looks over her noticing. âAre you okay?â He taunts. âYour hearts beating like crazy.â
Scott still in the classroom trying to focus on his make up test, picks up a fast heart beat only a few seconds later does he know itâs Allisonâs. Sheâs scared he can tell from the fast rhythm. âAllison.â He whispers to himself.
Y/n sighs as she closes her eyes for just a moment. âWe have to get her to tell us what she knows.â Stiles tells her. âYeah, I know.â She holds out her arm as to say lead the way and the two follow after the bitchy blonde. âOkay, wait!â Stiles calls as they catch up to her. Erica smiles in victory as if whatever plan she has cooked up is now in action. âdo you know they died?â Y/n asks. âMaybe.â She replies smugly. Which just further pisses Y/n off. âIf you tell me why youâre so interested.â Erica adds. Stiles and Y/n exchange looks of uncertainty, wondering what she gains out of this, but their options are limited right now and they need all the answers they can get as fast as they can get them, even if it means sharing information. âUm..â Stiles tries. Erica stops in her tracks either sudden realization. âItâs him, isnât it?â She asks but more to herself. âWhat?â Both Stiles and Y/n ask. âWho?â âHim who?â The two friends ask together. âThe test didnât work, but itâs still him.â She scoffs. âItâs Jackson.â She puts the final piece together and walks off. âWeâre fucked.â Y/n states calmly. âYeah.â The boy next to her agrees.
Scottâs rushed to the front of the class, places his test on the Mr. Harrisâs desk and runs out of the class room ignoring the questions coming from the teacher. Only thought on his mind is Allison and making sure sheâs safe.
âI thought you wanted to talk?â Jackson mocks her, finally allowing her to move away from the wall but stalking closely to her. âI-I-I changed my mind.â Her voice wobbles as she fights back the scared tears threatening to fall. Tripping over a bench as she walks backwards away from the boy. âYou sure?â He asks through gritted teeth. âBecause you look a little stressed. Is it Scott? Is it that whole thing? I still canât believe you actually think your little Romeo and Juliet storyâs gonna last. You know heâs eventually just gonna run to Derek and Join up with him and his little wolf pack. If you donât realize that, then you gotta be the stupidest bitch in this town. Well other than Scott since heâs a pretty stupid bitch himself.â He takes jab after jab at the girl, Allison still trying to keep her tears from escaping their threshold. âStop it. Just stop!â She pleads. âWhat are you gonna do, Allison, hmm⌠when y ok r stupid bitch of a boyfriend turns on you?â Heâs getting angrier and angrier with each word. He pins her against the wall both hands on the wall behind her caging her in, coming almost nose to nose with the scared girl. âThey kill your aunt. They almost kill Lydia and Y/n. Who do you really thinks gonna be next, hmm? Not you. No, no, it canât be you, because youâre in love. Is that what you tell yourself, hmm? âScottâs different and everythingâs gonna work out because weâre in love.â Well, if thatâs what you believe , then youâre already dead.â He moved one of his hands in front her her so she can see when his claws come out and runs them down her cheek. âI just hope your dad has been teaching you moves to protect yourself.â Heâs still talking as his claws now trace over her throat. âActually, he has.â She tells him in a whisper as she slaps his hand away from her, her other hand now wrapping around his throat and pushing him back so sheâs no longer trapped against the wall, but he flips them and ends up on top of her. Itâs at this time Jackson seems to snap back and is confused to see the girl under him. âAllison?â He questions, fear evident in his tone and he moves off of her. âWhat are you doing here?â His voice raises. She moves to the wall with her knees to her chest as the locker room door opens and Scott walks in seeing Allison in the floor and a naked Jackson rushing to put on gym shorts. âIâm fine.â She tells her boyfriend, but he doesnât care he charges towards Jackson. âScott, Scott! Iâm fine Iâm fine.â She rushes out, but the McCall boy doesnât listen. As he uses his supernatural strength to shove Jackson into the lockers causing them all to fall over. âI have a restraining order!â The whittmore boy yells. âTrust me, I restrained myself.â Scott says dangerously low. Jackson doesnât hesitate to tackle Scott, now a full blown fight as they throw each other and and punch, the tiled wall is now broken and shattered in places, a sink is now ripped from the wall, water busting form the pipes.
Stiles and Y/n are still chasing Erica down the halls. âYou canât tell Derek, okay?â Y/n tries to plead. âThereâs a lot more to this that you donât know about. And just because you got the alpha bite makeover doesnât give you a license to go around destroying people.â Stiles rants or lectures. This makes her turn around a look of sadness and hatred. âWhy not?â She asks them. âThatâs all anybody ever used to do to me. I use to have the worst crush in the world on you.â She tells Stiles. She scoffs when she sees the confused look on both their faces. âYeah, you, Stiles. And you never once even noticed me.â Stiles looks sorry until his eyes find a puddle of water on the floor rushing out from behind the door of the locker room. âExactly how youâre not noticing me right now.â Both girls look at Stiles when he doesnât say anything and following his line of sight to see when he sees, before Scott and Jackson bust through the door still fighting, in an instant Erica goes to grab Jackson and Stiles and Y/n help Scott up Erica holding Jackson back and the other two holding Scott back as the two boys still trying to attack each other. âWhat the hell is going on?â Harris asks pushing his way through the crowd of students that have now started to form. Matt moves to the tablet that was on the floor, checking to make sure no one was watching he open the Lock Screen to see the information on the Kanima that Scott and his friends has found. A look of worry crosses him, this wasnât part of his plan. As Harris lectures the two booths who have finally calmed down a bit Matt emails the information ti his email then hands it back to Scott. âYou dropped this.â Harris grabs it roughly from the boys hand. âYou and you.â Harris point to Jackson and Scott because he thinks of a better idea . âActually all of you.â He says meaning Scott, Jackson, Allison, Stiles, Y/n and Erica and Matt. âDetention 3pm.â
Victoria Argent is sitting at a desk inside the schools main office watching over the school cameras when Melissa McCall walks in. âHi, there.â She smiles at the scary red head. âOh, Iâll make an announcement, have Scott and Y/n brought to the office.â She says picking up the phone. âUm, actually, I came here to talk to you.â âMe?â Victoria questions as she puts down the phone.
Lydia is standing at her locker as neighbour boy is standing next to her. âBusy after school?â He asks her as she shuts the door to her locker. âAlways.â She answers dismissively. âWell, unbusy yourself. I wanna talk to you.â He tells her. She looks to him questioningly. âActually, I want to show you something.â The Martin girl scoffs. âI thought weâd gotten the past the slightly rapey lauguage.â He steps closer to her. âAnd⌠bring the flower.â He says before walking away.
The 7 teenagers who were given detention now walk single file into the library taken seats at the tables. Scott, y/n, Stiles and Erica sit at one, while Jackson, Allison and Matt sit at another table. Jackson looks back at the other table. âWe canât be in detention together.â He tells Harris meaning the restraining order he has against the two McCalls and Stiles. Y/n canât help the scoffed laugh that escapes her. âI have a restraining order against these tools.â He clarifies. âAll of here tools?â Harris questions annoyed. âNo, just us tools.â stiles says pointing between himself and the twins. âFine. You three, over there.â Harris points at and empty table, still not the amount of feet their supposed to be away from each other. Which Jackson notices and doesnât approve. âIs this better to your liking, princess?â Y/n mocks the whittmore boy. Getting a half smile from the blonde sitting with them. âIâm gonna kill him.â Scott says matter of factly to his sister and best friend. âNo, youâre not.â Stiles tells the boy. âWhy not?â Y/n questions, earning a look from Stiles that says. âNot the time to not be on my sideâ Y/n shrugs nonchalantly. âYouâre gonna find out whoâs controlling him and then youâre gonna help save him.â Scottâs turns back to his friend shaking his head. âNo. You were right, letâs kill him.â âOh⌠no.â Stiles says more to himself.
Over at the next table Matt opens up the email he has sent himself earlier now getting a better look at what the others had found out. âKanima.â He says out loud. Causing Allison to look over to him. Heâs gonna have to handle this, just needs to find a smart way to do it.
Back in the office Melissa and Victoria are still talking. âI was under the impression they were no longer dating.â âMe too, but it looks like they are. And more.â Melissa hesitates on that last part. âA lot more.â The older McCall adds. âHow do you know it not some other impressionable young girl. With severally low standards?â Victoria snarks at the single mother of two. Melissa scoffs done with this ladyâs attitude towards her and her son and goes into mama bear mode. âBecause I know Scott. And Allison is the only one thatâs heâs ever talked about like that. I just wanna make sure they continue to be safe.â She wants to lay out her concerns and leave this aweful womanâs presence. âI couldnât agree more.â The red head says, but she has something dangerous up her sleeve.
The library is quiet. Until Stiles opens his mouth. âHey.â He starts, getting the attention of his best friends. âWhat if itâs Matt?â He asks while staring at the boy in question. The twins look up at him in question waiting for him to go on and explain his reasoning. âI mean, this whole thing comes back to the video, right?â The twins lean in closer to their friend as to not be over heard. âDanny said that Matt was the one who found the two hours of footage missing.â Scott tells them. âNice way to throw us off his trail.â Y/n spoke. âExactly!â Stiles exclaims. âThrow off suspension off himself. The three look over to Matt watching him eat a bag of chips before turning back to one another. âSo he makes Jackson kill Issacâs dad, one of argents hunters, and the mechanic working on your jeep?â Scottâs asks. Y/n looks between her brother and friend trying to piece things together, come up with anything missing in between. âYes!â âWhy?â The girl asks. âBecauseâŚâ he pauses to think. âHeâs evil.â He finally decides to say. âOkay, Stiles we need a motive cause thereâs got to be more to it then that. Weâre open to ideas whatever they may be, we have no idea who is controlling jackson, and more people are gonna die, but we need more to go on then âheâs evilâ. Why does he want Jackson killing people? Why these people is it because their murderers or is there a deeper reasoning for these people? How would he have known Jackson wouldnât transform into a werewolf or was this just a fluke? There are so many questions.â Y/n reasons. Scott nodding along. All these questions and absolutely zero answers. âYou just donât like him.â Scott tells the boy. âThe guy.. bugs me. I dont know what it is.â The Stilinski boy defends as he sits back in his chair looking to Matt again hoping he can pin point what it is. âJust look at his face.â The twins look to the boy in question now trying to offer his bag of chips to Jackson, who shakes his head. âAny other theories?â Scott asks. âHe does make me feel uneasy.â Y/n whispers to the two boys as she stares at Matt. Scott and Stiles look at each other before back to the young girl. âWhat do you?â Her brother asks wondering if this has anything to do with her vision/dreams and now hearing things going on inside her head. âI donât know.â She answers. âBut letâs not completely rule him out as a suspect.â She says turning back to them, both nodding in agreement with her.
Randomly Jackson grabs his head in pain as he grabs his bag off the floor next to him. âYou okay?â Matt asks. âI have to go to bathroom.â Jackson replies, not sparing at glance, he canât see properly. âAre you alright?â Harris asks the whittmore boy, concern written on the teachers face, no one thought he was capable of the feeling. âYou donât look so good.â The older man adds. âI just need to get some water.â âNo one leaves their seats.â Harris demands of the rest of the students before following after Jackson. Once the door to the library close, the trio stand up from their table and sit back down at the original table where Erica is seated writing in a notebook. âStiles says you know how Jacksonâs parents died .â Scott speaks quickly. âMaybe.â She tells him, not looking up from her notebook, the same things she said to Stiles and Y/n, which leads to an eye roll from the McCall girl. âTalk.â Scott demands. After a moment of consideration, the blonde sets down her notebook and looks up to the three. âIt was a car accident. My dad was the insurance investigator, and every time he sees Jacksonâs drive by in his Porsche, he makes some comment about the huge settlement heâll be getting when heâs 18.â She explains. âSo not only is Jackson rich now, heâs getting even richer at 18?â Stiles question unamused. âYep.â Erica says with a smile. âThereâs something so deeply wrong with that.â Stiles looks between his friends. âYou know what?â Erica starts up again. âI could try and find the insurance report on my dadâs inbox.â She tells them as she opens her laptop. âHe keeps everything. The P.A system comes in with a static. âScott McCall, please report to the principals office.â Victorias voices comes through, the twins, Stiles and Allison all looking worried. Scott gets up to leave, no rush in his steps as he takes a look back at Allison before leaving the library. Something bad was coming Y/n could feel it, but she didnât know what or when, but she knew, and she was afraid for who make be hurt in the crossfires. As Erica was pulling up her fatherâs files Jackson and Mr. Harris walked back in, both going back to their seats. âWait look at the dates.â Y/n points out on the screen. âPassengers arrived at the hospital DOA.â Erica read aloud. âThe estimated time of death 9:26pm, June 14, 1995.â Y/n finished reading. âJacksonâs birthday is June 15th.â Stiles tells the two girls, who look at each other then to Stiles as they realize what that means.
Harris gets up from the chair he was sitting at as he zips up his bag and makes a move to leave, the 6 remaining teens start to grab their bags and stand up, prompting a laugh to escape the teacher. âOh, no, Iâm sorry.â He starts with a big smile. âUh, yes, Iâm leaving. But none of you are.â He tells the group who now all look confused. âYou may go when youâre done with the re shelving.â He tells them patting the carts with over flowing books stacked on them. âEnjoy the rest of your evening.â He finishes as he leaves.
Scott walks into the office where Mrs. Argent is aggressively sharpening pencils. âThe principal wanted to see me?â He says to his secret girlfriendâs mother. âNo⌠i did. In concerned about the detention today. How Allison ended up in there with you, your sister and Mr. Stilinski.â She spits with venom as she goes about sharpening another pencil. âA sink was ripped off the wall. Youâre lucky Iâm here to explain that to people somehow.â Scott definitely didnât feel lucky to have to around for anything. âYou realize that?â She asks. âYeah. I do now.â The young boy tries to go along as to not piss this woman off who most certainly wants him dead. âGood. Are you having sex with my daughter?â The woman asks, a dead icy look in her eyes, as she sharpens another pencil, making no more to remove it as it sharpens down to a nub, Scottâs doesnât answer right away to focused on the pencil sheâs killing. âUh- no⌠no. Iâm not having sex with your daughter.â He finally answers. Victoria pulls of whatâs left of the pencil and stares at it disapprovingly, before looking back up to the boy. âI certainly hope not.â
Lydia walks bare foot through the wooded area behind her house, in search of the boy who has been basically begging for her attention, she walks slow because thereâs a nagging feeling that she needs to turn back, but she brushes it off and proceeds to keep walking, she come upon a beautiful old Victorian house. Open the door to go inside she sees itâs empty. âHello?â She calls out.
Mr. Harris gets in his car and drives away from the school with an unreadable look.
Stiles and Y/n are explaining to Scott and Allison about what they read in the insurance report Erica found for them. âIt means he was born after his mom diedâ by c-section.â Stiles starts. âThey had to pull him from her dead body.â Y/n finishes, hating that she had said or, that it even happened to begin with.
A few shelves over Matt and Jackson are putting away books, the latter is sweating and breathing heavy, getting to a look of worry from the other boy. âYou okay, dude?â Matt asks. All Jackson can do is nod.
âSo was it an accident or not?â Allison asks the two who had read the report. Stiles and Y/n shrug, the answer was unclear to them too. âThe word all over the report is âinconclusive.ââ âThen his parents could have been murdered?â Scott spoke up voicing his own questions. âItâs possible yes, which could explain why heâs going after murderers, but if Matt is controlling him, why would Matt care about Jacksonâs parents, unless that tad bit of information helps Jackson be controlled to kill murderers if it hits alittle close to home even in his subconscious state.â Y/n spit balls. âIf they were, then it falls in line with the kanima myth. You know? It seeks out and kills murderers.â Stiles pipes in again. âBut for Jackson? Or for whoâs controlling him?â The Argent girl asks.
Jackson starts seeing things. Each book he picks up reads something else. His name on one, he blinks and it disappears to the real title of the book. The next one tells him to close his eyes, then next tells him to do it now, he has no idea what is going on.
âWe have to talk to him.â Scott demands to the three standing with him. âWe have to tell him.â He adds as he moves out of the aisle heâs in. âHeâs not gonna lâ âAllison starts but doesnât finish as Scott moves out of ear shot . Leaving the aisle to find Jackson he noticed a book open on the floor where he last saw the whittmore boy. And walks slowly towards it to find Matt knocked out with a scratch on the back of his neck, face down on the floor and Jackson nowhere near. Scott kneels down to check over Matt when Jackson leaps across the top of the bookshelves, at the commotion the other 4 teenagers crowded together to figure out what was going on as Jackson in half kanima form wrecked havoc on the library, knocking over books and shelves, Stiles ducked and took Allison down with him as he tried to shield her from any harm, and the two girls who have been at each otherâs throats since the blondes transformation duck as well both trying to protect one another from the falling items and glass shards from the lights above them. âErica!â Scottâs shouts half transformed, Erica flashes her fangs and golden yellow eyes as Jackson jumps down in front of her and Y/n. Both girls eyes widen at the sight of the whittmore boy. Erica pushes Y/n out of the way more harshly then she intended to, the beta still not due to the super strength, as the kanima lunges at them the McCall girl lands into the bookshelf hitting her head off the bookshelf as Erica is scratched by Jacksonâs venomous claws and falls to the floor paralyzed. Scott makes his way out of the aisle to come face to face with Jackson, yellow silted reptile eyes, sharp teeth and half his body covered in black scales, he seems to be in some sort or trance, he shoves Scott back leading him to fall backwards onto a cart of books, Scott backs up into the aisle crouching in front of Allison and Stiles, taking a Quick Look for his twin. âY/n?â He calls in a whisper yell. âNext aisle over, Iâm okaye, Erica was paralyzed, but other then that she seems to be okay.â The younger twins calls back to her brother. The older twin sighs with relief. Y/n sits in her knees beside Erica checking her over, before looking up to see Jackson stand in front of the chalk board, the other three watching the boy as well, he almost seems like a puppet being controlled by strings as he begins to write on the board. Once heâs done writing Jackson drops the piece of chalks and hangs his head looking at the floor. On the board in all caps is written. âSTAY OUT OF MY WAY, OR ILL KILL ALL OF YOUâ Jackson them jumps up on a shelf and through the glass window leaving the building a group and confused and slightly terrified teenagers. Scott Allison and Stiles stand up and walk towards the board as Erica starts to seize, Y/n moves behind the girl to keep her on her side. âGuys!â Y/n calls getting the attention of the others, Stiles moves towards the two to help. Stiles grabs Erica and holds her against his chest in a way to comfort her. âWhat do we do?â Y/n asks panic coating her tone.
Allison moves to check on Matt, Ericaâs body slows down but not much sheâs still shaking hard in Stilesâ arms while hold Y/nâs hand for extra support, sheâs scared, she thought this part of her life was over, she hasnât had a seizure since she got the bite. âI think heâs alive.â Allison calls from next to Matt. âI think we need to get her to a hospital.â Stiles shouts. The blonde grips Yang/nâs hand tighter bringing the girls attention back to the beta. âDerek â- only to Derek.â She struggles to get out. They all pause before Scott looks to his girlfriend. âWhen we get her to the hospital-â he starts but gets cut off by the blonde. âTo Derek. Y/n, Derek.â The McCall girl nods. Then looks to Stiles. âIf sheâs asking for him and not a hospital, maybe he knows how to help.â Getting nod from the boy, as Scott looks back to Allison. âGo.â She tells them. He shakes his head and moves to the Argent girl. âScott!â Both his sister and friend call. âWe have to get her up. If I help stand her up can you carry her?â Y/n asks the Stilinski boy not in the mood for this delay. Stiles nods. âOkay.â She stands helping to pull Erica up. âIâm staying with you.â Scott tells Allison. âThey canât take her alone. Not like this. And Mattâ Iâve gotta call an ambulance for him, just go.â She tells him. âThis doesnât feel right.â âItâs okay.â She tells the boy. âNo, itâs not right.â He fights. âIt doesnâtâ it doesnât mean anything.â She canât look at him right now, sheâs scared and doesnât know how to process it. âBut it feels like it does.â âScott, go.â She tells him Finally looking up. âGo.â She repeats. He presses a lingering kiss to her forehead before getting up and rushing to help his sister and Stiles, picking up the girl with ease as the three rush out of the library and out of the school, putting her in the back of the jeep with Y/n as she lets the beta rest her head in her lap and drive towards the abandoned train station where they know theyâll find Derek.
âHello?â Lydia calls again, walking through the empty house, the hard floor is covered in fallen dead leaves that look to have been there for years, which makes no sense to the girl. âOver here.â A male voice comes from behind her. âIs this your house?â She asks as she turns around to face the boy she was looking for. âIt was.â He tells her as he steps closer to her. âIâll tell you all about it. But first⌠did you bring the flower?â He asks as he circles her. âI couldnât find it.â She tells him truthfully and a little saddened. âThatâs okay.â She turns around to face him yet again. âBut since you donât have it, Iâm gonna need that kiss.â He says, stepping closer to her. He leans down, she hesitates but allows him to kiss her and kisses him back heatedly. Itâs broken when the house grows dark and is seen for what it really is. The burnt down hale house, when Lydia pulls away sheâs met with a burned and melted Peter hale. Lydia lets out a terrified whimper backing up against the old fire place as Peter keeps moving closer, as she slides down to the floor. âIs something wrong?â He questions. The Martin girl lets out an ear piecing scream.
Across town the twins and Stiles help carry a still seizing Erica into the broken down train where Derek places her on the floor. âPull her up.â He tells any of the three, stiles steps in the fastest sitting behind her so her back rests on his knees, Scott sit beside them while y/n stands next to her brother, all of them looking panicked and worried. âIs she dying?â Stiles questions frantically. âShe might, I⌠which is why this is gonna hurt.â Derek tells them, Y/n frowns at that not understanding as she watches Derek grab ahold of his female betas arm with both hands and snaps it. Erica letting out a pain filled scream. â oh my god! What the hell!â Y/n yells in shock. âYou broke her arm!â Stiles yells just as shocked. Scott sit on the floor with a handover his mouth not knowing what to think or say about all this. âIt will trigger the healing process.â Derek explains looking up to the McCall girl then back down to his beta. âI still gotta get the venom out. This is where itâs really gonna hurt.â The Alpha adds before before squeezing Ericâs arm where the bone broke through the skin, blood pouring out of her wound as the blondes screams get louder. Stiles is still holding her, Scott canât say anything and Y/n canât help the silent tears that escape from behind her eyes as she watches Erica try to squirm away from the pain. What feels like minutes is really only seconds before her screams stop and she slouches against stiles, exhausted barely conscious now. She looks up to Stiles. âStiles.. you make a good Batman.â She whispers to him before passing out.
Derek exits the train, the others Scott and Y/n following him out. âYou know who it is.â Itâs not a question itâs a statement from the tone of Scottâs. voice. Derek turns around and glances between the twins. His eyes land on Y/n as he sits down on a crate, his eyes portraying a silent apology for not listening to them. âJackson.â He finally says. âYou just wanted Erica to confirm it, didnât you?â All Derek does is nod at the boys question. The McCall twins look to each other, a silent conversation. âWeâre gonna help you stop him.â Scott tells the older man. âAs part of your pack.â The boy adds. Both Derek and Y/n looking at him in surprise, that wasnât part of their silent conversation. âIf you want me in, fine. But weâll do it on one condition.â He looks to his sister for support, she nods letting him know heâs got it. He turns back to Derek and continues. âWeâre gonna catch him, not kill him.â âAnd?â Derek asks, sensing thereâs more. âAnd we do it my way.â Derek reluctantly nods his agreement, and Scottâs turns back to the train to talk to Stiles who hasnât left Ericaâs side. Looking in the direction her brother went, trying to shake the bad feeling that keeps creeping up, sheâs startled slightly when I hand brushes against her forehead, just at the hairline I small yet noticeable purple bruise has formed. âAre you okay?â The man asks, now standing only inches from her. âItâs just a bruise, itâll heal.â She tries to brush it off. âI am sorry. I should have listened to you. All of you.â Y/n stays silent. âI meant to apologize a few days ago, but then you tried to stab me.â He smirks. That comment causes a small laugh to slip from the McCall girls lips, which only made Derekâs smirk turn into a full smile, until it dropped when he saw hers had. âYou could have succeeded. Things could have gone completely different, and you very well could have killed her.â She canât look at him. She wants to, but the idea that she could have lost Lydia forever causes her heart to shatter. âAnd we still would have ended up here, because it was never her to begin with.â A larger hand wraps around her smaller one, finally looking up, an apology written clear as day all over this face. âYouâre right. I could have killed an innocent girl. And Iâm glad things didnât go that way. From now on Iâll listen, before I act.â As the two seem to be in their own bubble, it goes unnoticed of the three watching and listening from the fogged out window of the train, Stiles doesnât look happy, he still doesnât trust the older man, Scott looks conflicted, he doesnât fully trust Derek either, but heâs also never seen her like this, walls down and open with anyone let alone a guy other then him and Stiles. âHe really does seem to care about her.â Erica voices. The two boys look to the blonde then to each other, then back to the two standing outside the train. âI donât trust him.â Stiles argues. âWe trust her though.â Is all Scott has to say for the Stilinski boy to drop it, because his friend is right.
Back at the hospital, Melissa stands in a room with the woman from the trailer, a nurse wheeling away the baby she had just had so the new mom could get some rest, Melissa makes her way to follow after when the woman grabs her wrist. âPlease⌠you have to tell him.â She pleads. âItâs okay, your babyâs fine.â The McCall woman smiles. âNot⌠the baby.â This grabs the nurseâs attention. âOkay.â âHe killed Sean.â A soft look graces the nurses face. âHome, the police know.â âThey donât⌠they didnât see it. It wasnât human.â The woman says as she passes out from exhaustion. Melissa just nods thinking the woman is just tired and gently leaves the room.
Back at the train station the lot of them are talking hoping to come up with a game plan, Y/n isnât paying attention, somethings wrong, one of those things being Lydia, since the night on the lacrosse field she seems to be able to sense when the strawberry blonde is scared or in distress, but itâs something else to, sheâs putting the chains back in the trunk⌠not something she thought she would be doing if it wasnât for this feeling and these mumbled voices in her damn head right now sheâs find it almost comical. She can feel her heart rate pick up.
A black hooded figure opens up the door to the womanâs hospital room, she in a daze and what she sees is blurry but she sees it come closer to her. Her breathing comes out rapidly as the person now stands at her bedside. âPlease.. no.. no.â She weakly begs as a black gloved hand comes up to cover her mouth and nose. She tries to fight but to no veil within a minute the woman is dead and a baby is left without anyone. The hooded person walks out like nothing had happened.
Still sitting in the burnt down hale house and burned peter comes to sit next to her, her eyes blown wide with fear and confusion. âIâm so sorry, Lydia. All of this must be terribly confusing. But at least you know that youâre not actually crazy. Well.. not completely. Thereâs bound to be some residual effects, but youâre a strong girl, personally I think that youâre gonna pull through this with a minimal amount of post traumatic stress. Or maybe.. a few years of profoundly disturbing nightmares. I had a plan you know.â He nuzzles into the girl who canât seem to move, frozen in shock. âIt was a good plan. But thereâs one thing that Iâve learned in life, itâs to always have a backup. That would be you and Y/n, but I canât seem to get into that girls head, so my plan now falls on you. Youâre immunity make you a perfect plan b. you wouldnât turn from the bite. You wouldnât die. But you would be able to doâŚ. One very important thing. Do you know what that is. Lydia?â Peter disappears with a loud roar. âLYDIA!â The girl jumps in her place now flashes of the boy trying to get her attention was never real just a way ti get inside her head and lure her to what Peter actually needed. Opening her hand she find the purple flower she was looking for, she now senses him, heâs under the house.
Derek, Stiles, Scott and Erica are sitting inside the train, making sure Erica is okay, her arm has healed she seems more like her new werewolf self, Scott opens his mouth to come up with something that helps them catch Jackson without hurting him, but is stopped when a rapidly beating heart comes through his ears, the other three notice his change, before that same heart beat is picked up through Derekâs hearing. âY/n.â Scott whispers. Stiles looks up confused, just in time to hear an above normally loud scream, the two enhanced males run out finding Y/n Derek waste no time and has his arms wrapped around her and pulling her impossibly close to his chest all wincing at the high volume. Scott, Stiles and Derek looking at each other knowing something bad just happened or is about it.
Static buzzes as Jackson whittmore comes into the screen of the camera he had set up, he adjusts the angle then lays down on his back on his bed and falls asleep. The footage glitches again and shows him throughout the night. Another shot has him back to his original position as he slowly starts to sit up, his eyes open he faces the camera to show the eyes of the kanima. The footage yet again glitches as his body starts to transform into the creature he has become. Danny sends his friend a text informing the whittmore boy that his video has been restored and not to worry he hadnât watched it, then throwing the tablet into his trunk and walking away.
Derek Hale runs down the dark empty back roads of Beacon Hills chasing after Jackson in creature form, he jumps and flips over a 12 foot chain linked fence, face transformed into his werewolf self, eyes glowing their bright red.
Allison pulls up to the Martin household with Lydia in in the passenger seat. The adrenaline from the events of the night were starting ti wear off for the Argent girl as she lets out a yawn, before she turns to the strawberry blonde beside her. âI need you to promise that you wonât say anything about what just happened.â âIâll promise not to say anything about what just happened if you can tell me what the hell just happened.â Lydiaâs voice raises that the end, her fear of what she thinks happened is still apparent. âItâs - itâs kind of complicated.â Fed up the Martin girl argued back. âWeâll, how about you start with why was Derek there? Or where Jackson went, or what is wrong with Erica?â Allison doesnât answer right away which further angers Lydia. âOh, do you need a minute to come up with a plausible lie?â She bites. âPart of the reason why Iâm asking is because Scott and I arenât supposed to be seeing each other, okay?â Allison bites back. âSo, itâs better if you just keep what you know to yourself.â She knows she should be honest she wants to, but like Y/n she knows it wonât go over well. âFine. Iâll keep what I know about you and your boyfriendâ which is nothingâ to myself.â She tells the burnet as she grabs the door handle and opens the car door to get away from the girl driving. A rush of guilt passing through Allison as she grabs in to Lydiaâs shoulder to stop her. âHey. Heâs not just my boyfriend. You get that, right?â She says softly. âLet me go.â Lydia tells her, sheâs not in the mood for this, she doesnât know what to think or feel and she doesnât know if she can trust any of her so called friends right now. âJust for one second, please, try and rememberââ âremember what?â Lydia cuts her off with so much frustration behind her tone. âRemember what it feels like. All of those times in school when you see him standing down the hall, and you canât breathe until youâre with him.â Lydia looks sad as Allison explains. âOr those times in class when youâ you canât stop looking at the clock because you know that heâs standing right out there waiting for you. Donât you remember what thats like?â She finishes. âNo.â Lydia says barely above a whisper. Allison frowns. âWhat do you mean, ânoâ? Youâve had boyfriends.â Allison asks confused. âNone like that.â And with that Lydia finally exits the car and walks inside her house.
Derek is still running after the kanima, itâs fast, really fast. He loses it, or at least he thinks he has until it jumps down from a ledge behind him, Derek hears it hiss and he turns around to see the creature crouching down in a ready to attack position. Back in his wolf he growls loudly and the kanima charges at him. The blue jeep that has Stiles and the McCall twins inside, comes barreling around the corner and coming to a screeching haunt when Stiles hits the breaks seeing a long thing of spikes on the ground and a chain locked fence in front of them. âWhat do we do now?â Stiles asks. Him and Y/n turning to Scott who had already gotten out of the vehicle, looking back in front of them they see Scott landing in the other side of the 12 foot fence and take off running. âBack up and find an opening we can get in, fast escape if itâs needed.â Y/n tells him, nodding he put the keep in reverse and backs up to find an opening. The kanima is taking swings at Derek, but he manages to dodge them all, kicking the creature into the wall then taking a swing of his own, which is dodged and his fist literally goes through the cement wall of the underside of the bridge. The creature pushes its clawed hand against Derekâs chest in which it causes the alpha wolf to be thrown to the ground, both letting out a roar, as Derek pulls himself from the ground. The kanima starts moving towards him, slashing his claws, but each time missing getting the Alpha because he had picked up a huge chuck of metal to shield himself, until heâs backed against a wall, both shapeshifters let out another roar Derek pushing the creature to the ground, but this time instead of fighting back right away the kanima runs the opposite way, jumping up the wall of the underside bridge before taking its leap towards the man in wolf form, a flash of a bright white light blinds the two as the headlights come to face them, Christ Argent comes into view taking aim towards the kanima, bullets punch into the scales, it takes a total of 8 bullets before the creature is on the ground, Chris looks up and takes in his surrounding for any sight of Derek, but the Hale man is no where to been seen. Chris takes a few steps past the creature laying in the ground while his back is turned the kanima slowly comes to a stand behind the Argent man, sensing this he turns around a second of uncertainty flashed across the manâs faces before he lifts his arm and pulls the trigger, only to discover he had empty the clip already, he makes fast work to change the clip up unfortunately for him heâs not fast enough as the kanima jumps and kicks the hunter in the chest sending him into the wall, knocking the wind out of him. It hisses and growls, but doesnât move towards him, instead it slowly approaches Gerard Argent as he steps out of the black SUV. It doesnât attack it just looks up to the older Argent man, out of no where Scott runs and body slams the kanima sending it to the ground before turning to Gerard, a few seconds of eye contact before Scott turns and makes a run for it.
Scott makes his way down back roads trying to spot where it had ran off to, it brings him outside a back alley club he turns back behind him to see if he can spot the kanima in the other direction, but comes face to face with Stiles and Y/N, causes all three to jump. âSorry, Iâm sorry.â Stiles rambles off quickly. âDid you see where he went?â Y/n asks her brother. âI lost him.â Scott sighs defeatedly. âWhat?â Stiles questions. âYou couldnât catch his scent?â The boy adds. âI donât think he has one.â The McCall boy tells them.â âAll right, any clue where heâs going?â âTo kill someone.â Both twins answer matter of factly. âAh. That explains the claws, and the fangs, and all that. Makes perfect sense now.â The Stilinski boy answers sarcastically. Getting a bored glare from the twins. âWhat? Guys, come one. Iâm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defence.â Stiles defends himself. âJust help me find it.â âNot âitâ Jackson.â âYeah. I know. I- I know.â âAll right, but does he know that?â The younger McCall asks. âDid anybody else seek him back at your house?â Stiles asked. Scott lets out a sigh. âI mean, I donât think so, but he already passed Derekâs test anyways.â âYeah, but thatâs the thing.â The Stilinski biy started. âHow did he pass the test?â Y/n finished. It was a mystery to the three, they knew it wasnât Y/n and they knew it wasnât Lydia but still, they didnât react to the toxins. Jackson is the kanima, that was made clear, but what wasnât clear was how did he pass the test and the two girls didnât. âI donât know.â The McCall boy shook his head. âMaybe itâs like an either-or-thing.â Stiles spit balled, both twins turning to look at him with questioning looks. âI mean, Derek said that a snake canât be poisoned by its own venom, right?â The boy continued, a nod from both Scott and Y/n. âWhenâs the kanima not the kanima?â He finally asked the question. The trio share a look of realization. âWhen itâs Jackson.â Scott said. Looking over at the line of men entering a night club next to the ally the teens were standing in. Stiles looked towards the roof of the building and backed up from the twins, swatting at them to get their attention. âUh..dudes.â The tone in the buzz cut boys voice alerted his two bestfriends, who looked to each other then moved towards Stiles to see from his line of sight. âOh.â Was the only thing to come out of the young girls mouth when she saw what her friend was looking at. All three looking on with wide eyes and a nervous hint to their features. âSee that?â Stiles asked, as they all saw tail end of the kanima sneaking into the fire escape of the club. âHeâs inside.â Scott said out loud as if the other two hadnât come to the same conclusion. âWhy in there?â y/n asked, it was the only question out of many to come out. âWhatâs he gonna do in there?â Stiles asked. A sent catches Scottâs senses. âI know who heâs after.â The older the McCall twins says. His sister and friend looking at him, waiting for him to tell them. âWhat?â âHow?â Stiles and Y/n ask at the same time. âDid you smell something?â Stiles asks his words fast. Staring at the boy in the front of the line now. âArmani.â Is all he said as he looked right at Danny as he was moving into the club doors.
The trio rushed to the back of the building to the back exit door, Stiles twisted the knob and pulled on the door, but it was locked. âAw, come on.â He complained as he continued to try with no luck. The three looking back up to the top of the building looking for another way in. âAll right, maybe thereâs, like a, uh - - like, a window we could climb through, or some kind ofâŚâ Stiles was cut off by Scott placing the door handle in Y/nâs hand. âSome kind of handle we could rip off with supernatural strength, howâd I not think of that.â The Stilinki boys says, voice lacing in sarcasm. Y/nâs brows knit together as she looks at the object that was just securely on the door a second ago, looking up to Stiles finding him already looking between her and the knob before they both look to Scott who is already moving inside the club. Stiles and Y/n following quickly behind the McCall boy. Music was blasting and lights were flashing as they made their way into the club. People were jumping and grinding and one another. Shirtless guys were dancing on bar tables and hanging from silk looking ropes from the ceiling. âDude, everyone in hereâs a dude.â Scott yells over the music. The McCall twins share a look. âI think weâre in a gay club.â Scottâs says looking at his sister, before the two look over to their friend who is being petted by three drag queens. âMan, nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses, huh, Scott?â He replies sarcastically. âAll right, whereâs Danny?â The McCall girl asks looking around the room. Scott looks in a few places before he catches a glimpse of the boy in question at the bar grabbing a drink from the bartender. âOver there!â Scott points gaining the attention of both his sister and best friend who look in the direction Scott is looking and pointing in. Danny eyes meet a muscular man in a white skin tight tank top short brown hair and a clean shaven face, the man smiles at the lacrosse player before going back to grinding on the man heâs dancing with, Danny turned back with a sad look, refusing to look at the guy. The bartender looks behind him and looks back at Danny with a kind smile. âYouâre better off without him.â He says kindly. âStill doesnât feel goodâ his voice low and sad. âYou know what will feel good? That guy.â The bartender points at a shirtless man dancing on his own with a drink in his hand, Danny looks towards where the man in front of him is pointing at, the shirtless man on the dance floor stares at Danny giving him a once over before Danny turn backs to the bar to pay the bartender then walks away. The trio walk up to the bar. âThree beers.â Stiles says happily. âIDâs.â the man asks. The teens reach into their pockets grabbing their licenses handing them over, the bar tender inspects the cards and chuckles. âHow about three cokes?â He questions handing the cards back. âRum and coke, sure!â Stiles cheers with a smile, both twins giving him an âreallyâ look. Looking back to the bartender bobbing his head to the music and he sees is giving him the damn done look. âCokes fine, actually. Iâm driving anyways.â The man walks away with a roll of his eyes. Scott looks over to his sister. âNormally we donât get questioned when youâre around.â Stiles nods at his friendâs comment. âBecause she has boobs.â The boy replies matter if factly. Scott looks confused as to say âshe still has them.â âOkaye and?â Scott questions again. âWeâre in a gay club, and I hate to assume, but if heâs working here there a good chance heâs swinging for the same team as well, therefore my breast have no effect on him.â Y/n explains. âYou canât still appreciate some boobs? I mean t-there, uh , theyâre nice.â Stiles rambles. Raised eyebrows from Y/n and knitted brows from Scott. âWhat?â The Stilinski boy asks innocently. âIâm just staying an obvious.â He adds. âThanks?â âCan we stop talking about my sisterâs boobs?â âCan we just stop saying the word boobs?â The McCall girls asks. Getting a nod from both boys. âGood, now do any of you see Jackson?â Y/n questions, getting them back on what they came in for to begin with.
Their interrupted by shirtless man comes up to them from behind the bar handing them their drinks. The blonde man smiles at Scott. âThis in is paid for.â He states turning to nod to a dark haired man who holds up a beer in a cheers motion. Scott looks at his sister and best friend with a smile. âOh, shut up.â Stiles says. Y/n letâs out a laugh. âI didnât say anything.â Scott defends. âYeah but your face didâ Stiles tells him. The young group turns towards the dance floor now scanning the area, but not seeing anything out of the ordinary. âHey, I found Danny.â Stiles announces as he spots the boy in the middle of the dance floor, Y/n scans the room before her eyes too land on Danny, Scottâs eyes are looking towards the ceiling. âI found Jackson.â He says eerily. The three watch as Jackson in kanima form is slowly crawling on the dark ceiling, yellow glowing eyes look at them before turning its head down towards the floor, right above where Danny is dancing. Their hearts hammering in their chests as they quickly trying to work out what to do next.
Lydia exits her back door with her small dog in hands. âI love you.â She tells the animal sweetly as she kisses the side of the pups head before placing her on the ground. âGo.â She says as the dog trots off and out the open gate. The Martin girl sighs, the temperature has dropped and she catches a chill in her shirt white dress. Watching the gate fir her dog to come back into the yard. âLetâs go, prada.â Lydia calls and she wraps her arms around herself trying to keep warm. âYouâre all of six pounds. There canât be that much to come out of you.â She shivers. Lydia stands there for a few more minutes before calling out to the dog again. âPrada, letâs go!â She waits, but Prada doesnât come back. The strawberry blonde leans more to the side hoping for a better view you see a glimpse of the animal. And uneasy feeling rising in her chest, the same feeling she recognizes as the one she felt at the ice rink and the same as when she was standing alone in the school hallways after chasing down a man, that she still doesnât know wasnât actually there, her hearts picks up pace. âPrada?â She calls more quietly this time, worry in her tone. Lydia steps off the back patio, taking a slow steps towards the gate. She says the dogs name again, more worry moving through her body as she gets closer. Her breathing becomes laboured. âPrada.â She whimpers out. A shadow moves beyond the gate towards her, worry changes to fear, but she canât seem to move away, her eyes gloss over. A guy steps out from the shadows and into the yard holding Prada. Itâs the boy from the guidance councillors waiting area. A small sense of relief washes over her but sheâs still on edge. âLose something?â The boy asks.
Inside the club the fog machine stairs up, hiding more of the kanimas shape. âGet Danny.â Scott tells the two. âWhat are you going to do?â Stiles asks neither of them moving or taking their eyes off the creature still stalking above Danny. Scott doesnât reply just opens his hands allowing his claws to come out. âWorks for us.â Y/n says, still not liking the idea of taking her eyes off what is supposed to be Jackson, but she grabs Stiles and the move move for Danny, Stiles pats his friends back as he moves past him. âBe carefulâ his sister tells him sternly. He nods. âYou too.â Scottâs moves at the same pace as the kanima following its path. Stiles and Y/n push through the crowd of drunk sweaty men. âDanny!â They both call out, the boy doesnât hear them, bumping into people trying the get closer. âSorry.â Y/n says as she roughly bumps into someone. Theyâre getting pushed around as much as theyâre pushing through. âDanny!â Stiles tells again, y/n grabs ahold of Stiles hand, not wanting lose each other in a crowd with a that thing creeping around inside the building. âDanny.â Y/n calls as they lose view of the boy, another fog machine kicks on and quickly fills the space making it hard to make out where the thing is, Stiles and Y/n lose their grip on each other and their pushed in circles, not not only are they trying to keep eyes on each other their also trying to relocate where Danny is. Scott looks up and loses sight of Jackson, anxiety comes over him as he searches for its ware about, another fog machine and within seconds the dance floor is filled with it and they canât see anything, dread flows through Y/n she canât see a thing, she lost Stiles in the crowd and now in a room full of fog, she canât see Scott, her breathing becomes shallow as she starts to panic, she wouldnât call herself claustrophobic but right now with so many people cram packed and now the fog, itâs how she feels and with a murderous lizard amongst them definitely isnât helping, trying to steady her breath and locate any if the three boys she knows and keeps pushing through people. The kanima, now on the floor moves through the people, using the amount of fog as its advantage, Scott looks through the strobe lights and drinks trying to spot it. Itâs claws move outwards from its body, Scott finally spots it as it nicks someone and they instantly fall to the floor, body after body falls as they become paralyzed from its toxins, Danny is cut and falls conscious but motionless. It leans over Danny, inspecting him almost, Danny wants to move, but not a muscle in him even twitches. âJackson!â The McCall boy shouts as he sees it crouching over his teammate. Derek hale comes into view moving towards the kanima, shifted, bright red eyes glowing. âNo, donât!â Scott tells to Derek. He knows Derek wants to kill it, rid the problem easier, but Scott wants to save Jackson, he needs to save him. Derek doesnât listen and continues to move towards the creature, once in reaching distance he bares his fangs, the kanima releasing a hiss and it back away from there werewolfâs attack. People start to run and scream, knocking into people, pushing them over, their only thought was they had to get out. Caught up in the commotion y/n pushes harder through the many people, a few feet away Stiles also pushed through, both teens had heard Scott shouting and followed in the direction, as much as she tried to calm herself the panic was only becoming stronger then it had been only a moment ago. The McCall girl felt a hand wrap around her arm, looking towards it startled only to relax when she saw they hand belong to Stiles both letting out a breath of relief at the sight of one another.
A group formed around the multiple paralyzed people on the ground as other screamed and ran, Scott looked around but couldnât find Derek or Jackson, pushing his way past he made it to a back entrance door leading him to and empty alley way, spotting a trail of blood he jumped down off the ledge and followed, ducking around a parked are he wasnât met with a wounded and angry creature, he was met with a wounded and very naked Jackson whitmore in human form, the young jock had angry red slashâs across his torso, blood covered the boys chest his neck and shoulders. A string of sputtering coughs comes from him, as he rolls onto his back. Finally finding an exit Y/n and Stiles run through the parking lot, finding Scott leaving over an unconscious human Jackson. The werewolf looking up to his sister and friend. âWhat do we do with him now?â Scott asks urgently. The other two share a look, neither knowing an answer.
âSo, should I call the police, or is there a non-rapist explanation as to why youâre in my yard in the middle of the night.â Lydia sasses at the boy as the two stand outside her back door. He smirks before answering. âI heard him braking, and I live in the house back there.â He jerks his head in the direction of her back gate. Lydia looks where to motioned to. âIs it okay, or should I start running.â He tries to joke. Lydia looks back at the boy standing in front of her. âWell, thanks for bringing him back.â She smiles as she makes her way to head back into the safety of her own home. âEverything okay?â He asks her. Her brows knit for a second as he looks back him. â âokayâ meaning what?â âMeaningâŚâ he looks down then back at her. âAre you alright?â He rephrases. âMeaning the other day in class?â Lydia nods defensively. âIâm not crazy. I might be the girl who sleepwalks naked and writes backwards on the chalkboard, but at least Iâm not one of those desperate Vicodin popping wrist cutters at school.â She states definitively. She knows what people say lately about her strange behaviour since the winter formal. âOh, is that what the others girls are like?â He questions as he takes a step closer to her, Lydia takes a step back, it doesnât go unnoticed. âWhyâd you do that?â He demands. âDo what?â The girl plays dumb. âYou, you stepped back.â Sounded a little hurt now. âYou stepped forward.â âMaybe I wanted to kiss you.â âMaybe I donât want you too.â She shakes her head. He shrugs his shoulder. âDoes that mean⌠maybe I could?â He asks.l with a hopeful smile. Lydia gives him a smile in return except hers is a sarcastic one. âIf you want me to punch you in the throat.â Her voice sickeningly sweet. He chuckles, but doesnât step back. âCould I hold your hand?â He tries. âWhat am I, nine years old?â She scoffs, and moves back towards her house. He uses that opportunity to reach out his hand and plucks a small flower from the wall she was just leaving against. âUh, could I give you a flower?â He tries again holding out a small purple flower head. This time Lydia smiles and goes to reach for it, but he holds it back, her smile dripping. âPromise to keep it?â He asks. âIf I ask you tomorrow if you have it, and you say ânoâ, Iâm gonna be really hurt.â He tells her softly. Lydia reaches up and gently takes the flower from his hand. âWell, if I donât, Iâll lie.â She replies booping his nose with the flower and walks away finally going back inside.
Police cruisers are parked outside the night club. Officers walking the perimeter, as EMTs are loading up and checking over all those effected. The McCall twins jog up to Danny who is on a gurney about to be put in the back of one of the many ambulances sitting in the parking lot. âDanny.â The boy frowns at them. âWhat are you guys doing here?â He asks. âWanted to see if you were okaye.â Y/n shakes her answers quickly. âAnd was wondering if you saw anything weird today.â The McCall boy adds. âBesides being paralyzed from the neck down.â âSorry but we need to get him to the hospital.â The paramedic tells the two. âOne more question, just one.â Scott argues, before turning back to face Danny. âAre you okay?â He asks sincerely. Danny looks between the twins before speaking. âDid it happen to my ex too?â Y/n looks up and around the the different ambulances and police cars before spotting Dannyâs ex and seeing that yes in fact it had happened to him too. Smiling she looks back to her friend and nods. âYeah.â âThen in great.â He smiles back at her causing the three to share a small laugh.
Both Scott and Y/n climb into the front seat of the blue jeep, considering Jackson was laying unconscious in the backseat. âWe couldnât get anything out of Danny.â She states to the boy behind the wheel. âOkay, great now could we get the hell outta here now, before one of my dadâs deputies sees me?â Getting a nod from his his friend he turns to start the vehicle, but before he can sirens blare and the sheriff Stilinki pulls up in front of his sonâs jeep. âOh, my god. Oh, my god.â Stiles curses. âCould this get any worse.â He turns and shouts at the others. At that moment Jackson choices now to groan, eyes still close and body unmoving. The trio whip around in panic towards Jackson. âThat was rhetorical.â Stiles yells. âOkay, calm down, you need to get ride of him and canât see Jackson.â Y/n tells him softly but urgently. He stares at her dumbfounded. âGet ride of him? Weâre at a crime scene and heâs the sheriff.â Scott jerks his arms around not having a clue as to how to go about this. âDo something.â Is all he can say. stiles follows waving his arms around, Y/n looking between the two both amused and confused with all the movements. Stiles shakes his head as he opens the driver side door leaving the carâs interior. Noah Stilinski steps out of her police cruiser and look on his face that reads âin so done seeing you at my crime scenesâ as the two walk towards each other stopping only a steps from each other. Y.n and Scott watch the two, before they hear Jackson groan again, turning they see the boy starting to sit up. âWhatâs⌠whatâs going on?â He asks groggily. âJackson, Jackson, be quiet.â Scott begs as he pushes the boy back into laying down.
âWhat are you doing here?â Noah asks his son. âWhat? Itâs a club. Itâs a club, we were clubbing, you know? At the club. â He replies, this voice a higher pitch as he moves his body to imitate âclubbingâ. The twins watch the interaction nervously. Sheriff Stilinski looks to the building then back to his son and look of confusion. âThis isnât exactly your type of club.â The older man states. The younger Stilinskis smiles drops as he looks back at the club, remembering what type of club it was, trying to come up with something. âUh⌠well, dadâŚâ he starts as he faces his father again. âThereâs a conversation thatââ âyouâre not gay.â Noah interrupts. Stiles looks stunned. âWhâ I could be.â He tried to argue. âNot dressed like that.â His father tells him, looking at his plain blue jeans, dark grey t shirt and grey and black striped sweater, the man had a point there. Stiles looked down at his outfit slightly offended. âUh.. wh-â he started but cut off as his father moved to walk towards his jeep, knowing heâd get more out of the other two then he would his own son, but if the sheriff made it to the jeep heâd most definitely see Jackson and the three knew that could not happen. âUh..â stiles opens his mouth again hoping to come up with something.
Inside the jeep Jackson groans again and makes his way into a sitting position, both McCalls start to panic, not knowing what to do. âJackson, shut up! â Y/n begs in a whispered shout. The whitmore boy lays back down.
Noahâs patience is running thin. âThis is the second crime scene that you just happen to have shown up on. And this point, Iâve been feeling so many lies, Iâm not sure I even know the kid standing in front of me.â The older Stilinski lecturers as his voice starts to raise. Stilesâ face drops at his fatherâs words. âNow what the hell is going on?â Noah demands.
Jackson sits up once again, eyes starting to actually open this time. âWhatâs happening?â He asks weakly. Y/n looks to her brother panic written in her face , her brother looks to her with the same look. âDo something.â Y/n repeats the words he had said to stiles. âWhat? What do you want me to do?â He whisper yells at her. âI dont care, just something if Stilesâ dad sees Jackson heâs going to ask questions that we canât answer.â She whisper yells back. A sigh leaves the McCall boy. âJackson, Iâm sorry butâŚâ he hesitates before pulling his fist back then sending it straight into the jocks face, knocking him out cold. Y/n stares at her brother with raised eyebrows. âYou enjoyed that didnât you?â She asked him. Scott looks to her face blank before breaking out into a smirk. âYeah, I did.â He nods, resulting in the twins to laugh, then turning back to Stiles and his dad and waving as if nothing was abnormal about any of this. âDad I- I-â Stiles stutters. âThe truth stiles!â Sheriff yells. The boy hangs his head the looks back up. âThe truth, all right. Well the truth is that we were here with Danny.â Noahâs faces softens only slightly, but the angry frown is still apparent. âYeah, cause he just broke up with his boyfriend, so, you know we were just trying to take him out, take his mind off things. Thatâs - thatâs it.â It comes out sincere, it was a lie obviously, but itâs not like he could tell his dad the real truth on why the three of them were there. Noah nods his head, the angry disappointed look is gone now as he looks back to his son. âWell, that really good of you guys. Youâre good friends.â The older man tells the boy, Stiles nods grateful that the lie he told was believed. Scott sighs in relief. âWe good?â His sister asks from beside him, not being to hear the conversation herself. âYeah, I think all is good, now we just need to get out of her and figure out what weâre gonna do with him.â He replies and points back towards the sleeping big in the back. Stiles pats his dad on the shoulder with a smile before walking back to his jeep and getting back behind the wheel and driving off.
As the jeep pulls away from the parking lot, Chris Argent is walking back towards a parked red SUV in the back, her father Gerard waiting in the passenger seat. âSeven paralyzed. The rumour is drugs. Probably hallucinogens, since witnesses say they saw a demonic monster on the dance floor.â Chris explains. Gerard clicks his tongue. âNow, who would believe something like that?â âYou know what Iâm having trouble believing?â Chris questions angrily. âHow you just stood there while that thing circled you, and did nothing.â The younger of the two adds. âWhat to explain that to me?â The older Argent shakes his head like it was nothing. âIntuition.â He barely offers. âThen you know what it is.â Itâs not a question, Chris knows his father knows more than heâs letting on. âI have a suspicion,â Gerard starts as he reaches into his coat pocket and grabs a silver tin and puts a few pills in hand before knocking them back. âAnd if Im right, it plays by certain rules. Rules that donât bend easily.â He finishes. Chris looks back to the parking lot. âDo we need to put a hold on Derek to figure this thing out?â Chris asks. âNot necessarily. Tonightâs the first time you had a glimpse of him since Kate died, and I right?â His father questions. Chris has a far away look, like heâs reliving the night his sister died at the hands of Peter Hale. âUnfortunately.â âAnd the only other tie we have to him is Issac Lahey.â Gerard basically sing songs the statement with a smile. Chris doesnât like that way his father said that or the giddy look in the older manâs face, to Chris Issac and Scott and Jackson, their still kids, the way his father seems all to happy with wasting them without a second though makes him feel uneasy. âWhat are you thinking?â He asks hesitantly. âThat if this thing bothers Derek enough to bring him out of his little hole, then we might have an opportunity. What did I teach you is the best way to eliminate a threat?â âGet someone to do it for you.â
Stilesâ jeep drives down the empty roads of beacon hills, the three trying to decide what their next moves are. âUh, what about your house?â Stiles asks the twins. âNot with our mom there.â Scott tells him. âWe need to take him somewhere, somewhere where none of us will be seen.â Y/n speaks. âSomewhere we can hold him long enough to figure out what to do with him.â Scott adds in. âOr long enough to convince him heâs dangerous.â The McCall girl throws in. âIf we can convince him, if he really doesnât remember anything when heâs the kanima, heâs not going to believe us, and even if thereâs a small part of him that does believe us, heâs a dick so he wonât show that and he wonât listen.â She argues.getting a nod of agreement from both boys. âI still say we just kill him.â Stiles says casually. Scott looks over to his best friend. âWeâre not killing him.â His voice hard. Y/n sighs. âHeâs killed people, and it doesnât seem like heâs going to stop, unless heâs stopped.â His sister says, he gives her a hard look in return. She holds up her hands in surrender. âLook, Iâm just saying.. what if thatâs our only option? We donât even know how to begin to save him, or even if we can. Scott I hate to be the one to say this, but we may have to actually stop him.â âSheâs right man, we have no idea what weâre doing.â Stiles says softly. âWeâre not killing him!â Scott demands more sternly. âGod! Okay, okay.â Stiles starts. He thinks for a moment before his eye widen. âIâve got an idea.â He announces. âDoes it involve breaking the law?â Scott questions. Y/n looks to her friend then to her brother. âYou should know the answer to that by now.â She tells him. âBy now donât you think thatâs a given?â The Stilinski boy questions back. âI was trying to be optimistic.â âDonât bother.â Both Y/n and Stiles say. Stiles keeps driving but now he knows where he going.
Jackson stirs awake in the back of a police transport van. That they stole.. Jackson starts to panic heâs in a metal box, hands cuffed together and his legs cuffed to the floor of the van, not remembering how he got here or even where âhereâ is. But it clicks quickly on who is behind this. âStiles!â He yells. âMcCall!â
Stiles, Scott and Y/n are standing outside the van about 15 feet away and even the ones with human hearing can hear the whitmore boy perfectly. The sun is up now and the three stand together trying form a plan. âIâm gonna kill you!â Jackson continues to yells. âWell weâre fucked.â Y/n declares calmly and the three turn away from the van all releasing a stressed sigh.
Stiles unlocked the back doors to the police van and steps in with a bag, closing the door behind him he sits down and faces a pissed off Jackson. âOkaye I brought you someââ âlet me out now!â Jackson yells and attempts to lunge at the boy but is stopped by the cuffs keeping him in place. Stiles jumps back, landing on the bench across from his teammate. âYou know. I put those pants on you, all right buddy?â Stiles begins, Jackson looks down, only now noticing heâs only wearing a pair of sweat pants and nothing else. âOne leg at a time. Being all up close and personal with your junk wasnât exactly a highlight of my day. So donât think this is fun for me either.â Stiles spits at him. âYou know exactly going you a favour.â He continues. Jackson lifts up his cuffed wrists. âThis is doing me a favour?â He asks sarcastically through gritted teeth. âYes. Youâreâ youâre killing people. To death. Yeah.â Jackson looks at him, lips pressed and brows raised at least looking like heâs trying to keep his anger under control. âAnd until we can figure out how to stop you, youâre gonna stay in here. Iâm sorry.â Stiles turns is body to reach inside the bag he had brought in with him pulling out two sandwiches. âNow⌠do you want the ham and cheese, or the turkey club?â He asks holding the up. âYou actually think my parents wonât be looking for me?â Jackson ignores the food question. Stiles chucks the ham and cheese at the boy making the decision for him, then grabbing the jocks phone that he had in his pocket. âUh, well⌠not if they donât think anythingâs wrong.â Stiles holds out the phone so Jackson can see the text he had sent to his parents.
âStayed at a friends house last night. Everything fine. Love you.â The text read.
âYeah.â Stiles says with a smile.
Mr whitmore is standing in Noah Stilinskis office holding up his phone to show him the text he had received from his son. Noah frowns in confusion, not understanding why Jacksonâs father would think something was wrong from that text message. âMr. Whittmore, maybe Iâm missing something, but, uh, this doesnât exactly spell foul play.â Noah tells the man. The older Whittmore grabs the phone back from the sheriffs grip and looks back at the message. âItâs reads, âstayed at a friends house last night. Everything fine. Love you.â Now, while weâre as close as any family can be, there are certain things Jackson has not been able to say since the day we told him he was adopted.â Mr. Whittmore informs the sheriff. âThings like what?â A sad look washes over the other man before he answers. âJackson never says. âI love you.ââ âNever?â âNo. Not once in a 11 years.â He confirms.
âSo who did you say you were studying with tonight?â Gerard asks his granddaughter in his new office as school principal. âOh just Lydia and Y/n, weâre studying for a world history midterm.â Allison answers. âHistory was one of my favourites. Especially military history.â Allison gives her grandfather a tight lipped smile, but doesnât say anything. âEver hear the phrase, âknow thy enemyâ ?â âItâs from the art of war by sun tzu.â The young Argent girl answers confidently chin held high. âVery good.â He looks impressed. âKnow what it means?â He quizzes further. Her brows knit in consecration as she thinks a moment. âIn order to win a battle, one must know everything about their enemy.â He nods. âRight again. Your father and I happen to be having that very problem. Weâve got an enemy about which we know next to nothing. Itâs killed one of our own, among others.â âIâve heard.â Is all she can say. âDid you hear Jackson Whittmore didnât show up to school today?â Gerard asks her. Allison looks startled, only for a second before she asks. âHe didnât?â She knows he didnât, she knows whatâs happening and where he is, but she canât let on that she knows anything. Gerard can tell sheâs hiding something. âHis parent called, and so did the police. You wouldnât know anything about that would you ?â He questions her condescendingly. She only shakes her head and looks down at her lap. âWell let me tell you what I know. I know that a teenagers first instinct is to protect their friends. And I believe my granddaughter would always want to protect her friends, even if it meant lying.â He speaks as he gets up from his chair and moves closer to her, walking behind her. âSo I want to ask one more question, and this time, with a small advantage.â He steps behind her and places his hands on her shoulders. Allison tries to steady her breathing, this encounter now making her feel nervous and in edge. âIâm not going you hurt you.â He tells as he moves her hair behind her and places two fingers on her neck to be able to feel her pulse. âI just want to get a sense of your pulse.â Allisonâs eyes dart across the office trying to slow her racing mind and racing heart beat. âThink of it as a game.â Sheâs still silent, taking slow breaths. âAll you have to do is tell the truth.â He leans in right next to her left ear. âDo you know anything about Jackson being missing?â He finally asks her. She takes a breath before answering. âNo.â âIs he in trouble?â Gerard asks another question, still felling her pulse. âI-I-I-I donât know. I donât know. She stutters. âDoes this have anything to do with Scott?â âNo.â Her voice raises, sheâs becoming more on edge as each question is asked. âI mean, I donât- I donât know.â âYour pulse jumped.â He informed her. Alison jumps out of the chairs and turns to face the olde man. âItâs because youâre scaring me.â She tells him, truthfully. âIâm sorry, sweetheart.â But he doesnât sound sorry, he sounds angry almost. âThat was definitely going way too far.â He says. âNo kidding.â The girl declared, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. âIt wasnât right for me to use tactics like that. Iâm sorry. You can go back to class.â Allison doesnât need to be told twice and quickly moves to open the door and races out of the office, coming out ti see a man setting up a camera in theoffice waiting area. Looking back to her grandfather in question. He smiles and nods at her. âGo ahead.â As she walks down the hallway she sees its lines with cameras, enough that sheâs sure there wonât be any blind spots.
Scott and y/n walk into class and take their seats, Scott a few ahead of Allison and y/n sitting in the seat next to her. âScott.â She says and grabs a hold of the McCall girls attention as well before calling out to her boyfriend again. âScott!â But before she can answer her mother walks into the class room telling the students sheâs their substitute teacher. Allison looks a head to her mother as the twins share a look of unease.
Back in the woods, inside the stolen police vehicle Stiles goes about explain things to Jackson. âScales. Like a fish.â Jackson questions, not even believing this nonsense. â I, more like a reptile.â Stiles answers getting a bored eye roll from the jock. âAnd your claws have this liquid that paralyzes people. And you have a tail.â âI have a tail?â Jackson asks. Heâs bored of whatever game heâs playing. âYeah. You have a tail.â Stiles confirms. âMm. Does it do anything?â The Stilinski boy shakes his head. âNo, not that I know of. Jackson looks bored and in a split second heâs back to anger. âCan I use it to strangle you?â He asks through angry gritted teeth again. âYou still donât believe me.â Stiles replies annoyed. âAll right.â He sighs trying a different approach. âThe night of the semi final game, what did you do right after?â âI went home.â âAre you sure about that?â Stiles asks. âYes, you idiot.â Jackson insults. âWhat the hell else would I do?â âYou attacked me, Derek and Y/n at school, and your trapped us in the pool.â The Whittmore boy is back to looking bored and so done with all of this. âYou also like a mechanic- right in front of me and Y/n by the way. That was lovely. And one of Argents hunters. Oh and last night you tried to kill Danny.â He finished with a sarcastic smile. Jackson shakes his head. âWhy would I want to kill my best friend?â âWell thatâs what Scott and Y/n are trying to figure out right now.â Stiles answers. âMm. What, maybe, they should be trying to figure out is how theyâre going to pay for a lawyer when I prosecute your asses all the way to jail.â Heâs yelling by the end. âAll right well tell me this. On the night of the first full moon, what happened?â Jackson shakes his head. âNothing. Nothing happened.â He sat back again the walls on the van in defeat.
The class bell rings and students make their way out into the halls, Scott and Y/n follow behind them in front of Allison, but before she can make it out sheâs called back by her mother. The three glancing at each other before Y/n nods at her friend to indicate they will wait outside the class room for her. âYou hear anything from Stiles?â Scott asks his sister. âYeah, explaining this to Jackson isnât going to well. What if we canât convince him, what do we do then?â Scott shakes head. âI donât know.â All Y/n can do is nod in acknowledgment, sheâs got no ideas either.
Allison turns to her mother. âWeâve noticed quite a few calls from your phone to the odd one. Stilinski.â Allison smiles to her mother. âOh, you told me to keep on eye on Lydia and Y/n, and um, heâs Y/ns best friend and heâs had a crush on Lydia since, like, the third grade, so, Iâm gonna have to talk to him.â Mrs. Argent nods and Allison makes her way toward the door. âI know itâs hard..â Alison stops at the sound of her motherâs voice. âSitting here⌠trying not to look at him.â She turns back to her mother she she gets out of her chair and walks towards her daughter. âBut think of how strong it makes you.â The older woman tries to justify. âEspecially when all these other girls are just letting their entire high school lives be defined by some boy theyâre just praying will take them to senior prom.â Alison nods. âBut canât I be strong and go to prom?â Her mother smiles. âOf course . But with someone else.â She walks her daughter to the door but blocks the exit before she can leave, her smile drops and her face becomes deadly serious. âRemember, so long as you stay strong, we wonât have to kill a 16-year old boy.â She threatens, then allows her daughter to leave the classroom.
Stiles is sending off a text to his dad to let him know he will be home late tonight, but a rustling noise in the distance distracts him as he looks up from his phone and scans the tree line for anyone or anything. Heâs about to explore further when Y/n and Alison come up behind him scaring the hell out of the hyperactive boy. âOh, my god.â She startles out. âThey know.â Allison tells him. âWhat?â He questions not yet caught up. âStiles they know Jackson is missing!â Y/n raises her voice to make sure he understands. âNo they canât.â He starts as he holds up Jackson phone to show the girls. âIâve been texting his parents since last night.â He explains to them. âThey donât have a clue.â Y/n shakes her head. âNo, they know.â âMy grandfather told me his parents went to the police. They know.â The Argent girl says more firmly. Stiles lets out a dramatic slow gasp as he holds the phone away from him with his thumb and pointer finger holding it up as if it had just been dunked in kanima venom and heâs trying to to touch it, both girls look to the phone with slightly wide eyes, they know itâs not Jackson texting but Stiles has been actively pretending to be the Whittmore boy. âOhâŚâ he waves his hands, not know what to do now. âHere.â The boy hands the mobile to Y/n and walks to the passenger side of the van. âI donât want this.â The girl stresses, looking to the brunett beside her as if to ask what to do. Alison makes a move to grab the phone then pulls back her hand she doesnât know either. What the hell have they gotten themselves into Y/n asks herself, looking between Allison and Stiles just walked to. âI say we bury it.â Y/n finally finds her voice. âOkaye, but then what do we do with Jackson?â Alison asks same worried tone in her voice as her friends. âBury him too.â The McCall girl offers. Stiles points her, liking that idea, before reaching into the van and grabbing the police radio, Allison and Y/n move to stand behind him. âAll available units proceed to beacon hills preserve as instructed. Proceed with caution until sheriff Stilinskiâs arrival..â a deputies voice comes over the radio, the three teenagers stare at then each other with wide eyes. âWhat the hell do we do now?â Alison asks. âRepeat, proceed with caution.â The deputy says, Jackson puts his ear against the walls of the van to listen. Alison went back to her car that she and Y/n had parked just outside the wooded area, dialling the McCall girls number, Y/n answered putting the phone on speaker and she and Stiles sit inside the van. âWhere are we going?â Allison asks from the other end of the phone as she enters her enters her car and starts the engine. Stiles who is rapidly clicking buttons Jacksons phone. glances up then back down to the screen. âSomewhere very far from this.â The phone starts ringing and the Stilinski boy throws the phone out the driver side window before driving off away from their current location. âJackson?â A woman answer the phone, but goes unanswered as the van drivers further and further away from it laying in the leaves.
Scott is standing in Dannyâs hospital room as he changes out of the gown and into his normal clothes. âAnd youâre sure thereâs nothing bad between you and Jackson?â The McCall boy asks. He doesnât understand why Danny would be a target. âYeah, everythingâs fine.â Danny responds. Scott hangs his head, none of this makes any sense and none of them are closer to figuring this out so they can save Jackson and stop all these murders. Danny lets out a sigh of frustration as he looks through his wallet. âDid the cops have to take my fake ID?â He throws the wallet onto the hospital bed. âYou didnât do anything to make him angry.â Danny scoffs a laugh. âHow angry?â The boy jokes. Scott doesnât laugh. âOn a scale of one to ten- one being kind of irritated, and ten wanting to kill you violently.â Danny thinks for a moment as he considers the scale. âJackson kind of always at a four, but weâre good. I was actually doing him a favour.â That peeks Scottâs attention. âWhat favour?â âI was recovering a video for him. I put it in my tablet. Which is in the trunk of my car, and probably still at the club.â He says the last parts mostly to himself. âWhat was in the video?â Scott asks. Danny looks up slowly. âIâm not really supposed to say.â He tells the werewolf slowly. âDanny what if I told you this could be a matter of life and death?â Scott asks softly. âIâm not supposed to say.â Danny replies more firmly this time. âOkaye.â Scott is about to end the questioning there and leave Danny be, but when he sees the boy looking through his wallet again and idea sparks. âWhat if I told you I could get your fake ID back?â
Scott rushing out of Danny room on his way to leave the hospital but is abruptly stopped by his mother. âWhile I think you being here to check in on your friend is all sorts of commendable, Iâve gotta okay tough mom right now, even though Iâm not very good at it.â âRight now?â Scott asks. âYes right now.â The twins motherâs voice raises. âIâve got a call from your principal. You are failing two classes?â Thatâs not where Scott thought this was going. âI- I know. And thatâs why Iâm studying with Stiles right now.â He tries to explain. âDo you know that if you fail even one of your midterms, that theyâre gonna hold you back?â Melissa informs her son. âHe said that?â A look of worry comes over him, as if he didnât have enough to deal with now heâs gotta worry about failing and being held back and repeat the year while everyone else moves on to next year. âYes. All of your friends are gonna be juniors, while you are still a sophomore. Do you understand, Scott? You cannot fail.â Scott nods at his right she is. âI know.â âOkay, thank you.â And with that Scottâs walks away and Melissa goes back to work.
Scott rides his bike to the club in search of Dannyâs car, lucky for him when he gets there he sees itâs the only car there, he takes a Quick Look around making sure no one can see him and open the trunk, the latch on the inside is broken and the trunk is empty. No tablet, no video.
Scott meets the Stiles, Alison and Y/n on the edge of cliff where they are now parked. âIf Jackson doesnât remember being the kanima, heâs not gonna remember stealing Dannyâs tablet.â Scott stresses. âWhy would he steal the thing if he doesnât even know whatâs one it?â Y/n questions. âWhat if someone else took it.?â Alison suggests. âThen somebody else knows what he is.â Stiles tells them. âWhich means someoneâs protecting him.â Scott voice has a hint of hope. âLike the bestiary says, âthe kanima seeks a friend.â Right?â Allison reminds them. âOkay, hold on. So somebodyâs watches Jackson make a video of himself turning into the kanima, and then just erased that part so he wouldnât know? I mean who would do that?â Stiles works out. Y/n shakes her head. âI donât know, but it doesnât make sense, erasing that part of the video wouldnât protect Jackson, I mean not really. Heâs out here shifting into that thing and killing people.â Stiles nods his head side to side as if weighing all that out. âBut what if this friend doesnât want him to know heâs killing people, would you want to know you were going on murder sprees and didnât remember?â Allison asks. âI see your point, I do. But how could we fix it if not all parties involved knew what was going on, Iâm killing people and donât remember as much as Iâd hate that information Iâd want to be informed so we could all figure out how to stop it.â The McCall girl says back. âUnless they donât want to stop Jackson, so they erase it and he stays in the dark on whatâs really happening.â The Argent girl worries. âSome friend.â Stiles replies sarcastically. âThereâs something else.â Scott starts as he looks to stiles. âYou said the only thing you found online about the kanima is that it goes after murderers. What if thatâs actually true?â He spit balls. Stiles shakes his head. âWell, no, it canât be. Tried to kill all of us, remember? I donât know about you three but I havenât murdered anybody lately.â âBut I-i donât think that it was actually trying to kill us.â He states as he now looks to Allison. âRemember we were at Issacâs the first time, it just went right by us, didnât it?â âYouâre right,â his girlfriend nods. âIt just ran off.â Scott looks back to his best friend and sister. âAnd it didnât kill you in the mechanicâs garage, I mean Y/n/n it got right up in your face, it had the perfect opportunity and it didnât take it.â A shiver runs though his twin as she replays that in her mind, he was right all it had to do was slash deep enough and in the right place and she was done for, and sheâs still here. âWell, yeah, but it tried to kill us,â stiles pointed towards himself and Y/n. âAnd Derek in the pool.â âDid it?â Scott asks, it didnât make sense if the kanima wanted them dead there was a 99% chance theyâd already be dead. âIt wouldâve, it was waiting for us to come out..â Stiles argues. âWhat if it was trying to keep you in.â Scott offers up. Stiles and Y/n look to each other, havenât not thought about that being an option. âWhy do I feel so violated all of a sudden?â The Stilinski boy asks worriedly. Y/n sighs. âBecause thereâs something else going on. And we donât know what it is.â âAnd we donât know whatâs going on with Jackson, or why someoneâs protecting him.â Scott adds to his sister statement. âKnow thy enemy.â Allison says. The other three look to her with raised brows. âWhat are you talking about?â Y/n questions her friend. âJust something my grandfather said.â Scott and Y/n still looking to the girl confused. âAll right, I got it. Kill Jackson. Problem solved.â Stiles tells the group.
Scott looks back to his friend annoyed. âHe risked his life for us. Against Peter, you remember that?â Scott yells. âYes, but what did we just find out?â Stiles started. âGe got the bite from Derek. Itâs funny how he just got exactly what he wanted by supposedly risking his life for us, itâs funny.â He smiles, tone dripping in sarcasm. âYeah, it doesnât mean heâs not still worth saving.â The teen wolf argues back, getting more defensive. âItâs always something with him thought.â Stiles tries again. Inside the van Jackson has been listening to everything that the four have been talking about. âStiles, he doesnât know what heâs doing.â Y/n says softly, she couldnât imagine hurting people and then not having any idea that she was the one causing so much suffering and pain for everyone around. âSo what?â Stiles argues back. Jackson has been nothing but awful and even more so since all this supernatural stuff started happening to them. âSo, I didnât either.â Scott says honestly. âYou remember when I almost killed you and Jackson?â He asks turning back to his Allison, trying to make a point. Allison nodded. âI had someone to stop me.â âOaky, and?â Stiles started again. âSo, he doesnât.â Y/n told him. âHe has nobody.â Scott adds. âThatâs his own fault.â The Stilinski boy tells them both. âYeah, youâre probably right, but heâs not killing people as Jackson, heâs killing them as the monster he doesnât know he turns into, and that, that is not his fault.â The younger McCall informs them. Jackson an ass, she knows that just as much as the next person, but she does know that whatâs happening to him, he didnât ask for that. âIt doesnât matter. If we can save him, we should try.â Scott tells Stiles, heâs thankful that his sister sees that the boy still deserves to be saved. Inside the van a tear falls from the Whittmore boys eye. The sadness turns to fear when he sees the scales Stiles was telling him about appear on his hand.
Darkness coats beacon hills as the sun sets for the night, Allison sits in the driver seat of her car as Scott climbs in the seat next her, âY/n went home to grab some things and Stiles went to check in on Lydia. She still hasnât forgiven him for promising to come back to talk to her and then ditching her at her car.â Allison chuckles. âThatâs not easy to explain.â Scott takes a minute before asking her something. âHow did your dad know where weâd be last night? He was there in the alley. Him and Gerard.â Allison didnât take offence to that question, it was understandable why he asked. âThey have people. Guys who monitor every camera in town. ATMs, traffic cameras. Have you seen the ones they put up in school?â âMm.â The boy nods. âYou thought I told them.â She states calmly. âNo. I donât know, I justââ âIâm on your side, Scott. Iâm always on your side.â She tells him softly. âI know. I know. Iâm sorry.â He kisses the back of her hand. âJust that I thought things would get back to normal by now. Or at least normal enough that I could pass my classes.â âYouâll passâ the girl laughs. Scott opens his arm up for her to lean into him. As Allison and Scott are having there moment, Jackson is watching as his body starts shifting.
Y/n opens her front door and walks toward the kitchen, at this point coffee is a must and she starts a pot and grabs 4 tumbler to go mugs, she moves around the kitchen grabbing sugar and creamer, a thud from the floor above her grabs her attention as her gaze looks at the ceiling above her. Stiles is at Lydiaâs, her momâs at work, and Scott is on Jackson watch with Allison, thereâs no one else that should be in the house. Glancing between the front door and the stairs, sheâs watched enough horror movies and read enough books the know the smart decision, get the hell out of the house, she always yells at the characters who run up the stairs instead of the front door, who inspect the noise instead of running away from it, but instead she curses herself as she reaches for the one block and pulls out the biggest one, Y/n grips on tightly to the handle and slowly moves for the stairs. The front door is right behind her just drop the knife and run she tells herself, she takes a steady breath and moves up the stairs case, discovering the first three room are empty, she hesitantly walks to her bedroom door and goes to reach for the handle but before she grabs it the door swings open, adrenaline kicks in and sheâs raised the knife before her mind can even catch up and her wrist is caught mid air as she lets out a yelp of both fear and surprise, the knife slips from her grasp as the tight grip on her wrist caused her hand to open. Instinct kicks in and she raises her knee into the intruderâs abdomen, he lets out a groan of pain, as the man is face level with the young girl, her fist collides with the side of the manâs face, in half a second sheâs over the manâs shoulder and tossed onto her bed, both wrists are captured into one hand as she struggles. âStop!â The familiar voice reaches her ears. âItâs me! Youâre safe.â Without letting go of her, he leans over and turns on the lamp beside the girls bed. The McCall girl calms instantly when she sees who is hovering above her. Y/n rips her arms out of his grasps and shoves at the manâs chest. âWhat the actual hell, Derek!â She shouts as she sits up. He steps back giving the girl room to breathe. âWhereâs Jackson?â He demands. âReally? You broke into my room, in the pitch dark to ask me where Jackson is?â She demands back, still riding in adrenaline. âAnd you came in after me, which means you could have figured out pretty easily that no one else was here, so why not use the front door like a normal person.â The Alpha wolfâs brows raise. âWell if I had if know you were going to attack me I probably would have.â Was this man really trying to make excuses, she thought to herself, after damn near giving her a heart attack. âYou scared the hell the out of me! What was I supposed to do?!â She yells back. She lefts out a breath she didnât know she was holding. Derekâs featured soften at the distressed crease resting in her forehead. âIâm sorry,â and he meant it, his intentions werenât at all to scare her. He went from looking concerned to amused. âHey asshat, this isnât funny.â âYou tried to stab me. Itâs a little funny.â He snarked back at her. âAre you okay?â He added. âMy hand hurts.â It was then he noticed she was cradling her right hand with her left and reached out for it. âCan I see?â He questioned gently, Y/n hesitated for a moment before allowing him to take her smaller hand in his. He crouched down to be eye level with her as she sat on the edge of the bed, her knuckles were already starting to form light bruising, Derek ran a gentle finger across them, causing a hiss of pain to escape the girls lips. âSorry.â He said softly, looking up to her eyes, the two holding content eye contact for only a moment before Derek broke it and found his voice. âWell, good news, itâs not broken.â He tells her. âIâve got to admit, thatâs a killer right hook you got there.â He adds. Y/n canât help to let out a small chuckle. âIâm not telling you weâre Jackson is.â
Stiles gets back to the spot they were holding Jackson, only to notice the back doors to the van were wide open and the cuffs that were holding the boy were broken. He spots Allisonâs car and when he approaches he sees the two are passed out and naked the only thing covering them is a thin blanket. He knocks on the window, waking the two teens up. âYou guys might wanna come see this.â He tells them. Scott and Allison hurriedly get dressed exiting the car and following Stiles, only to be led to the same sight he saw when he arrived, Jackson Whittmore was gone, and they were screwed. â I have to tell my father.â Allison says. Scott walks off a bit, trying to think of something. âScott. Heâs going to kill someone.â She tells him. Scott nods knowing sheâs right. âOkaye, tell him. Tell him everythingâ âScott, I gotta tell mine too.â Stiles pipes in, they are in way over their heads, and now they have no idea to fix this in their own. âThis is all my fault.â Scott says sadly. âItâs not.â Alison say as she shakes her head. She was right it wasnât Scottâs fault he didnât ask for this and since changing he feels everything is his responsibility, when in reality it wasnât his job to save everyone. âBut we have to tell them. Weâre just a bunch of teenagers. We canât handle this.â The Argent girl adds. âYouâre right.â How you gonna your dad believe all this?â Allison ask turning to Stiles. âI donât know.â He answers honestly, heâs never thought about what he would say to his dad if he ever had tell him. Scott turns back, flashing yellow eyes. âHeâll believe me.
âWhereâs Y/n?â Stiles asks, needed his other best friend for what was about to happen. âShe left to get coffee, but that was a while ago and we havenât heard anything since.â Scott says starting to worry about the radio silence from his twin sheâd hadnât come back. Stiles pulls out his phone to send a text.
Stiles: âwhere are you?â
Stiles: âare you okay?â
Stiles: âJackson got out. Heâs gone.â
âHeâs killed people and youâre seriously not going to tell me where he is, he could kill more, he will if heâs not stopped.â Derek argues with her. âWeâre trying to save him!â She argues back. âYou canât!â âYou donât know that!â Derek lets out a frustrated groan. âHow do you plan on doing that, when none of us even know anything about the thing.â Heâs curious to know. She doesnât reply. Raising his eyebrows condescendingly as if to say he was waiting for an answer. âI donât know, okay? But itâs not his fault your bite was defective. Heâs an ass okay, heâs a horrible person, more so as of lately, but he himself isnât killing people, and he doesnât even know whatâs happening, he thinks the bite didnât work, he doesnât know that heâs actually turning into a murderous lizard, and then some how not remembering what he does as said murderous lizard.â Derek stays silent for a long time, trying to think of an answer sheâs accept, but he doesnât have one. âHeâs gonna kill again, itâs in this things nature.â He tells her instead. âWhat if you canât save him?â Derek asks. âI donât know!â She yells. âI donât have an answer I donât have any god damn clue, this is way above my head, and I hate to admit this especially to you, but I am freaking the fuck out, and no one knows how to fix this mess.â Usually sheâs the calm one, the logical one, but during this, she barely makes sense of things these days, and she hides it and puts in a brave face for her brother and friends, but with Derek, sheâs honest, which freaks the McCall girl out just as much. Her phone buzzes again and she decides to pick it up, seeing the multiple texts from Stiles. âShit.â She mumbles, but the man with super hearing picks it up. âWhatâs wrong?â He asks coming to stand behind her, and she quickly turns around placing the phone at her side and faces Derek only to come mere inches from his face, and jumps back, she wasnât expecting him to be that close. He sees the sheepish and horrified look on her face and frowns in question. You want the truth?â She asks. âNot sure with the look on your face?â âWe may or may not have kidnapped Jackson and have been holding him hostage in the woods, cuffed inside a stolen police vehicle for the last 2 days, but now heâs gone, he broke out.â She swears she sees Derek brows shoot out to his hair line. He didnât know what to except, but he doesnât think that was it. âI have to go.â Y/n rushed out as she run down the stairs and grabs her jacket, Derek close behind her. âWhere are you going?â To meet up with Scott and Stiles. âOkay, Iâm coming with.â He tells her, Y/n turns around to look at him. âNo. You need to try and track him down, if heâs in kanima form, youâre right heâs probably going to kill again. And I need to go and try and talk dumb and dumber out of doing something stupid.â She was right, he knew that. âOkay. Be careful.â âYeah. You too.â They stand there for a moment again, neither being able to move, but it was Y/n who broke it that time by opening the front door and walking out, to see Stiles and Scott parked outside the house. âWhatâs going on?â Stiles demands. âWe have bigger problems to deal with right now.â She says as her brother lets her in the back seat of the jeep.
Allison enters her bedroom, walking to her dresser sheâs startled to see Lydia sitting on her bed. âYou scared the hell out of me.â Allison tell her friend. âIâve been sitting here for an hour waiting for you.â The Martin girl says sadly. âI canât hangout right now Lydia.â Allison tells her dismissively. âI donât need anyone to hangout with! I need someone to talk to.â She has been feeling like the odd one out since the attack during the winter formal, she hasnât been able to reach her best friend in weeks, Allison has been dodging her texts and calls, weird things are happening to her and her mind and she feels all alone. âI-I understand that itâs important, but if it could just wait-â Lydia stands from the bed and cuts the girls words off. âWhy is everyone always telling me to wait? Why canât anyone have right now available?â She crosses her arms over her chest. âBecause you canât have everything right now. You know what I need? I need someone to translate five pages of Archaic Latin. Obviously, thatâs not gonna happen anytime soon.â She snarks. âI know Archaic Latin.â Lydia tells her. âYou know Archaic Latin?â Allison asks the strawberry blonde surprised about that. Lydia shrugs. âI got bored with classical Latin.â âJust how smart are you?â The argent girl challenges. Lydia hold out her hand. âJust show me the pages.â
Stiles, Scott and Y/n enter the police station to tell sheriff everything. âCould you buzz us in? I gotta see my dad.â He asks the deputy sitting that the desk, who pushes the button to open the door. Stiles opens the door the pauses in the door way. âAre you sure you want to do this?â Y/n asks. Not thinking this will end well. To anyone who hasnât seen the things they have seen lately itâs gonna sound crazy, even after seeing it all she still thinks it sounds crazy. Stiles nods hesitantly, before itâs silently agreed upon the three that they donât really have much of a choice. And the three walk further into the station. Coming to the door way of sheriff Stilinskis office, their met with Jackson, and Mr. Whittmore. Noah comes into view. âPerfect timing.â He says to his son and friends. All their faces drop. âHave you met Jacksonâs father, Mr. David Whittmore? Esquire.â Noah says. Jackson leans forward from the couch heâs sitting on to look at the trio with a smug look. âThat means lawyer.â The younger Whittmore informs. Stiles, Scott and Y/n glance at one another. Yeah they were so screwed.
Lydia is looking over the pages on Allisonâs computer and translating what they needed to know. âAre you sure?â Allison asks uneasy. âMs. Morrell said that word means âfriendâ. âThe kanima seeks a friendâ. â Lydia shakes her head. âShe was wrong. It means master.â Allison now looks afraid, this changes things and not for the better. âThe kanima seeks a master.â She repeats to herself. âWhy? Is that important?â Lydia asks as she stands up and move back to sitting in the bed. âYeah. Someoneâs not protecting him. Theyâre controlling him.â Allison says to herself, and then reaches for her phone to send a text to Y/n.
Allison: Lydia translated. Morelle was wrong the kanima doesnât seek a friend, it seeks a master. Someone isnât being protecting him. Theyâre controlling him, someone is making him kill people!!!
The text goes unanswered, as Y/n sits in the sheriffs office with Scott and Stiles waiting for the twins mother to get there.
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Pop rock music plays from the boyâs locker room, Jackson on the weight bench, Danny spotting. âMore.â Jackson tells him, wanting more weight and heavier weights on the bar. His best friend obeys. âOkay.â The boy takes a deep breath and lifts the weight bar off its support hooks, lowering to his chest. Heâs straining to lift the added weight, Danny sees the struggle and helps him lift and places it back in place. âI said donât help me.â Jackson says angrily. âDonât help you as in donât spot you, or donât help you as in let the bar crush your throat?â He questions him, not understanding what his friend wants him to do or donât do this this cases he guesses. âI should be able to do twice that.â He exclaims. âOn the surface of the moonâ maybe.â He replies taking off the last added weights on either side. âIâm hitting the shower. If I come back and youâre lying dead underneath a pile of weight. Iâm taking the Porsche.â He tells the Whitmore boy on his way to shower rooms. All of sudden everything because loud for Jackson, maybe because heâs been mostly focusing on the added strength she should have instead of the other things that come with his possible change. The water dripping from the tap because louder, something no normal person should be able to hear so clearly. The loud clicking of the fan, the water drops from the shower heads. The rusted creaking of the shower faucet is like nails on chalk board to the boysâ ears. The water that rushes through the shower blocks out everything else though, itâs the loudest. Jackson takes a moment to close his eyes taking steady breath, to calm the noise, it works the sound fades and he take a hold of the weight bar again, he grunts in struggle, his muscles protesting against the weight, he canât lift it from his chest, no matter hard heâs pushes to, someone walks up from behind him, grabs the bar with one hand and effortlessly puts it back in place. âThanks.â Jackson says, eyes closed, trying to breath through the strain of his body. âAnytime.â Erica says, the new voice causes Jacksonâs eyes to shoot open to find Erica standing over him.
Erica drags Jackson down the stairs to the abandoned subway station, Isaac walking up and grabbing the boyâs other arm to hold him in place. âWhat happened to you on the night of the full moon?â Derek asked, sitting in front the teens, nothing looking up at them. âWhat? Nothing. Nothing happened.â He answered. Derek looks up and makes eye contact with the jock. âYouâre lying.â He states. Putting on a glove. Panic fills Jackson. âNo, wait. No. Wait. I canâ I can prove it. I taped myself.â He tells the man. Isaac laughs and moves in closer to look at the Whitmore boy âyou taped yourself?â He mocked him. âYes.â Jackson didnât like the tone that was directed his way. âIt was the full moon. And maybe while your were curled in a corner having an existential crisis about turning into a monster, I was preparing for the so-called gift your big, bad alpha promised me, and what did I get? Nothing. You want proof? Let me get the video.â Heâs angry, and the volume and the words coming through clenched teeth shows itâs. Derek smiles and looks down at what heâs holding. âNo.â He answer simply. Picking up a large piece of glass. âNo, I have a better idea.â He tells him, showing off the glass. Jackson fights to get out of the drip of Derekâs betas but to no vice. âWhat is that?â He shouts. He grunts in pain and discomfort as the newbie wolves bring him to his knees. The Alpha stands up and makes his way to boy, glass in hand. âYou know, Jackson, youâve always been kind of a snakeâŚand everyone knows a snake canât be poisoned by itâs own venom.â He informs. Isaac holds open Jacksonâs jaw as Derek tips the venom left on the glass the fell from the sky light the night before, into the boys mouth. Jackson starts to choke, heâs on the floor, completely paralyzed by the Kanimaâs toxins. Derek sighs, Jacksonâs not the creature their looking for. The man walks up to him, Jacksonâs vision blurs as Derek leans in closer. âYouâre still a snake, Jackson, just not the one weâre looking for. âYouâre gonna have to do one more thing for us.â Isaac tells him, as he sits down next to him. âWell, actually, for me.â
The job Isaac have Jackson was to go to sheriff Stilinski and tell him they he had in fact not actually seen Isaac and his dad arguing before the murder of Mr. Lachey. Jackson is a bad liar, heâs not convincing at all. And Noah knows it, and heâs pissed, but Jackson sticks to it and tells him he didnât see a thing.
Scott and Y/n are sitting at their desks in class, when Stiles runs in sitting behind Scott and beside Y/n. âDudes, I just talked to me dad, who just talked to Jackson, and Iâve got really terrible, horrible, very, very bad news.â He rushes out. Y/n leans in closer to the boys, and Scott turns around in his seat to respond, just as worried. âWe think we already know.â He tells him, meaning him and his sister who had seen it the second they walked into class. The twins pointing to the seat in front of them, weâre Stiles now sees Isaac Lachey back at school and sitting just a desk away. Isaac wears a smug smile, hearing them talking. The trio go silent but stare at the boy, if heâs back here it canât be a good reason why, Derek has put them up to something, and they all have a feeling itâs not for the sake of his education, and someone is going to get hurt.
âAll right. I only found one thing online called a kanima. Itâs werejaguar from South America that goes after murderers.â Stiles tells the twins as they walk out of class. Both twins confused. âThat thing was not a jaguar.â Scott says. âYeah, and Iâm not exactly a murderer, nor is Y/n. Right?â He looks at Y/n for confirmation. She shrugs like itâs a normal conversation, at this point these are the normal ones now. âNo. Not that I can recall.â She jokes. âSee?â Stiles adds. âYeah, but you did see it kill somebody, which is probably why it tried to kill you. And is still trying to kill you, and it will probably wonât stop until youâre both dead.â Scottâs rants as he walks down the hall, Stiles and Y/n stopping their steps, Scott not noticing. âThat didnât help.â He tells the girl, nonchalantly. She presses her lips together and shakes her head. No it did not she thinks. âYou know sometimes I really begin to question this âfriendshipââ he spurts off, as they make a move to follow the boy again. âRight, because you havenât given a similar rant to him before.â Y/n laughs. Gaining a smile from the boy, who nudges her shoulder before catching up the the McCall boy.
Standing at Jacksonâs locker, Danny walks up to him and leans on the wall next to him. âIt took forever, but I found a program that can recover your video. Iâll run it in my free period this afternoon.â He tells his friend. Jackson nods. âYeah, just let me know when itâs done.â Erica jingles her bracelet sending a painful jolt through the Whitmore boys years. Behind him he picks up on a conversation between Isaac and Erica. âSo Derek wants this done during chemistry?â Erica asks. âYeah, and if itâs either Lydia or Y/n, Iâm gonna kill that bitch, all right? Bonus if itâs both.â He tells the blonde. âWe have the test them first.â Erica reminds him. They were told before school that, Lydia was another suspect in the kanima line up, along with Y/n, both on the suspect list due to their unexplainable immunity, to the werewolf bite they had both received by Peter at the winter formal. Derek was sure it wasnât Y/n being the fact she was helping him from drowning in a pool for almost three hours, while the thing staked them out, both Y/n and the kanima have been in the same room twice, and both times Y/n was still completely human once was witnessed by Derek himself but he still needed to be sure. The class bell rings, Jackson pressing his hands to his ears to block out as much of it as he could.
Jackson Whitmore sat in the desk beside Y/n and behind Scott and Stiles. âHey, testicle left and right.â He says getting their attention, both McCallâs and the Stilinski boy donât look happy to hear his voice, but their faces shift when Jackson speaks up again. âWhat the hell is a kanima?â The jock asks. The friends turn in shock and face Jackson. They donât trust Jackson with his small knowledge of werewolves, they donât trust him with this. Heâs only out for himself, they donât need to be worrying about him getting in the middle. The teens attention is brought back to the front of class at the sound of coachâs voice. âAll right, listen up. A question warning before we begin our review. Some of you, like McCall,â he stops when both the twins look confused wondering who heâs talking about. Coach shakes his head with an annoyed sigh, like them being womb buddies was an inconvenience to him. âBoy McCall.â He clarified, before he went on. âmight want to start their own study groups, because tomorrows midterm is so profoundly difficultâŚâ he lets out a smug chuckle. âIâm not even too sure I could pass it. Okay, I need a volunteer at the board to answer the first question.â A few raise their hands, including Lydia, Y/n normally would to, but two things seem more important, the Jackson thing right now. And the barely there whispers in the back of her mind, she ignores them, sparing a glance back at Lydia, she sees the quick look of confusion cross the Martin girl, then quickly masks her expressions. Y/n has a pretty good feeling sheâs hearing them too, but sheâs to afraid to talk to best friend about it, she has a feeling it wonât go over well. âCome on, letâs go, whoâs got it?â Finstock continues. As coach is talking, Jackson is explaining to the trio about what happened when Derek had his minion grab him. âParalyzed from the neck down. Do you have any idea what that feels like?â He demands. âIâm familiar with the sensation.â Stiles mutters. âWait.. why would Derek test you? Why would he think that itâs you?â Scott asks, it doesnât make sense. âHow should I know?â Heâs getting angry. âWait, do they think itâs Lydia or Y/n?â Stiles asks quickly. Y/n looks between the three boys with confused worry, then more confusion. âI was in the pool with you guys the other night, how can they possibly think itâs me? And why would they think it was Lydia?â She panics at the end, the idea of anything happening to her strawberry blonde scares her. âI donât know,â Jackson shakes his head. âI just heard your names and something about chemistry.â Heâs explains what little he knows, but at least they have a place, and time. Today in chemistry. When Lydia makes her way to board the voices get louder, but this time, she thinks she can understand a few words, itâs odd, being able to pick up somethings, freaks her out, she looks up to Lydia, her shoulders tense, a few small movements of her head, looking around her, then ignores it or at least tries and she begins to work out the equation problem.
Coach makes his way to the four talking, none seeming to notice the man. âJackson!â Finstock yells. All of them turn and face the front again. âDo you have something you want to share with the rest of the class.â He asks, not really wanting an answer, but the boy gives him one anyways. âUm..â he looks around the room, trying to come up with something, because a simple âNoâ wouldnât have been enough. âJust an undying admiration for myâ my coach.â A smile spreads on the other manâs face. âThatâs really kind of you.â The smile leaves. âNow shut up!â He shouts. âShut it! Anybody else?â Scott grabs Stiles by the arm and pulls him closer so he can voice his concerns. âHow do we know itâs not her?â âItâs not.â His sister tells him the second the question leaves his mouth. âBecause I looked into the eyes of that things, okay? And what I saw was pure evil. And when I look into Lydiaâs eyes, I only see 50% evil. All right maybe 60.â Stiles tells his best friend. âBut you know, no more than a 40 on a good day.â He adds in. Y/n looks back at the girl in possible question. Itâs not her, she canât explain how she knows that, but she knows itâs not her. âStiles.â Scottâs starts and looks at his twin. âThat not a very good argument.â He says look between the two. Stiles sighs. âIâm aware of that, but I swear itâs not her.â Y/n fights. âItâs canât be, all right?â âLydiaâs fine.â Stiles tells her and Scott firmly.
Lydia is taking notes as a student steps away from the board, when she looks back up and older man she doesnât seem to recognize is now writing down things she canât understand in a spiral shape, she feels the panic, the fear, and a feeling she canât place, Lydia noticed the students staring at her with unblinking eyes, as hers filled to the brim. Then just like that, the classroom was empty, just her and the man, his back facing her as he finished his writing, turning around it shows to be none other then peter hale. He stalks towards her, flipping a desk out of his way, then throwing another, the Martin girl stands from her desk with a scream, backing away and hitting against the wall. Peter tosses another desk out of the way, Lydia whimpers and tears fall down her cheeks as the dead former alpha werewolf comes almost nose to nose with her, he makes a tight fist, sounding like heâs crushing something, slowly opening his palm a white powder resting in the middle and he blows it into her face.
âLydia.â She snaps out of it when when someone calls her name. Sheâs now facing the class, gasps and uneven breaths leave her, her mascara running a little from the water under her eyes. The class his looking at her like sheâs crazy, but theyâve been looking at her like that since after her forgotten nature walk. Scott, Stiles and Y/n look up to her worried. âOkay then, anybody else want try answering? This time in English?â Coach turns and asks. The rest of the class laughs including the boy from the guidance counselors waiting room who is sitting front row. The Strawberry blonde turns to find what she has written and is scared to find that All over the board she had written âEMPLEHENOEMOSâ over and over. Sheâs confused, she doesnât understand, Lydia doesnât even remember walking up there in the first place. âWhat is that Greek?â Scottâs asks. âSomeone help me.â Y/n tells him. She knew because those were the words playing over and over in her head. Jackson and Scott look at her, in even more wonder then just a second ago. Stiles pulls out his phone, and takes a picture, then flips the image that shows the words the right way. âSheâs right.â Stiles says showing his phone to them, now displaying the words âSOMEONE HELP MEâ. âHow did you see that so fast?â Stiles asks as they both turn to look at Y/n, who is still staring at the board. âI didnât see it. I heard it.â
The trio walk into chemistry, all their nerves shot, Isaac and Erica are gonna test Y/n and Lydia, their not sure how, and their worried about the out come. âDerek isnât gonna kill either of them without proof.â Scottâs tells mostly to Stiles. They all know itâs not her. âAll right, so he tests them like he did with Jackson, right? But when and where?â Stiles asks. âI think Here and now.â Y/n says. As she sees Lydia sitting at her table and the betas walking in through the back door of the class, Scott seeing the and coming to the same realization, followed by Stiles. Erica sends Y/n a wink. Erica and Isaac make fast strides to get to Lydiaâs table at the same time the twins and Stiles do as well, they beat the betas, Y/n sitting in the seat next to her, Scottâs on the end of the able next to her sister and Stiles in the other end next to Lydia. She gives Y/n a smile and a questionable look to the boys. The tables are two seaters but today this was being made for four. Erica and Isaac sitting at the table behind them. Allison comes in and sits and the table beside them giving a questioning look of her own, until Scott nods his head behind him and the Argent girl is met with Erica smiling at her. Mr. Harris comes in passing out the class assignment for the day. âEinstein once said, âtwo things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and Iâm not sure about the the universe.â I myself have encountered infinite stupidity.â He ends patting Stiles on the shoulder. âSo to combat the plague of ignorance in my class, youâre going to combine efforts through a round of experiments. Letâs see if two heads are indeed better than one. Or in Mr. Stilinskiâs case, less than one.â At the end of his speech Lydia turns to Stiles with a look basically asking if heâs ready for this challenge. âErica youâll take the first station. Youâll start with..â Harris starts, but is cut off by a commotion, of the guys and some of the girls in the class raising their hands, wanting to sit with the newly turned blonde. âI didnât ask for volunteers. Put your hormonal little hands down.â He tells them. âStart with Mr. McCall. Alright, next two.â Alison isnât happy about that partnership. And Scott keep looking back between Allison, and keeping an eye on where Isaac is. âWhatever youâre thinking about doing, wait. Give me chance to talk to Derek.â Scott tries to plea. âWhy donât you talk to me instead.â Her voice flirtatious. She leans closer but stops in confusion when when Scott backs away not playing into her games. âThatâs funny.â She thinks out loud with a laugh.â In school, yo-yo guys act like brother up, but sheâs all over you.â âI donât know what your talking about.â He shakes his head. Erica clicks her tongue, and places a hand on the McCall boys thigh under the table. âIf I were Allison, Iâd be wanting you..â she squeezes his leg. âAll the time.â Lydia scrunches up her nose at the sight she sees of Erica throwing herself at Scott. âNever? You never get jealous?â She asks Allison who is sitting next to her. âWhy would I?â âBecause that thing happening over there. That requires some jealousy.â The girl claims. Allison will admit it does bother her, but sheâs not worried, itâs just a game to Erica and she knows Scott wonât give in to it. Scott aggressively takes the blondes hand and moves it away from him. âYouâre not my type.â He tells her harshly. And itâs true. âIâm exactly your type.â Her insecurities coming out in anger, and her yellow eyes flashing. A bell dings from the teachers desk. âSwitch.â He tells them. âListen to me, okay? Donât talk to Erica or Isaac.â Allison rushes out to Lydia. âWhy?â She asks. âJust donât.â Harris comes up behind them. âLetâs go, girls. Next station.â He tells them impatiently and walks off to tell other group the same thing. âTrust me, all right?â And with that Allison gets up and switches. An unsteady feeling in the Martin girls stomach, at the way her friends and sorta friends are acting today.
She sends a small smile when Scott sits next to her. Y/n sitting next ti a girl with short black hair, sheâs not paying attention really to the assignment, sheâs focusing on her brother and friends and the two other teens seemingly out to kill her and her best friend. Stiles sitting a few tables in front of Y/n and Scott. Next to Isaac. The Stilinski boy exhales stressfully and begins getting to work on the project. âIf you harm one perfect strawberry blonde hair on her head, Iâm gonna turn your little werewolf ass into a fur coat and give it to her as a birthday present.â Stiles informs him. Isaac letâs put a mocked chuckle. âReally? Iâve never actually been to one of her big, invite-only birthday parties. I did ask her out once though.â Still not looking at each other. âSounds like the beginning to a heartfelt story. Iâm gonna pass, thanks.â âIt was the first day of freshman yearââ the Lachey boy started, but was cut off by the boy next to him. âAnd you thought everything was gonna be different for you in high school, but she said no.â Stiles fills in, bored. âYeah.â Isaac chuckles again. Yeah she even laughed. Told me to come back when the bike I rode to school has an engine, not a chain. Then she walked off with her friends. More specifically Y/n.â Isaac dug in. âMm, unrequited loveâs a bitch. Maybe you should write about it in English class, you know? Channel all that negative energy.â âYou know where testing Y/n too, but you were more concerned about Lydia then your bestfriend.. hmm, interesting.â He taunts. âNope, not interesting, Iâm just not worried I know itâs not Y/n and I also know she wonât fall for any of your games.â Isaac smiled he struck a nerve. So he kept pushing. âYeah, probably not⌠but she might fall for Derekâs, they seem to have some kinda thing going on between them.â At that Stiles couldnât help but not look over, which was exactly the reaction the other boy wanted. âOh, you didnât know. Yeah he seems oddly protective of her. He told us, that if it happens to be Y/n. Which turns out like he doesnât think itâs her either, but weâre not allowed to do anything, and to let him handle it. She also came by to see him the other day, seemed to have some strange insider joke. She wanted to apologize for their maybe sorta fightâŚ.â He looked over to see if Stiles was still looking at him, he was. Perfect. âThen they went on about how they didnât like fighting with each other, but that it was gonna happen a lot. She then confided in him about the murder at the garage. Did she talk to you about the scratch she got from the thing, that it. did. Absolutely. Nothing. No paralysis at all. Sheâs immune. And a snake canât be poisoned by their own venom, but this is just a double check. But for challenging, I was thinking about putting into killing the one you seem so obsessed with.â Stiles looks panicked now. âIâm not very good at writing.â Stiles was confused by all the Derek and Y/n talk, there was nothing going on between the two of them, Y/n told him and Scott literally everything, she wouldnât keep something like this from him, maybe her brother, on the whole boy front, but him.
Allison is next to Erica. âWhat are you gonna do to them?â She asks the blonde. âDonât you think the better question is what their going to do to us?â Erica looks between Scott and Allison. âI have got to say, you guys are cute together. But you know, Iâve always had this feeling like Iâm a little psychic. I just donât think youâre going to last.â She tells the Argent girl with fake friendly concern. Allisonâs smile is fake. âYou think you can hurt me by sliding you hand up his thigh?â She asks her, thinking the blondes a joke. âWould you like it better if it were your thigh?â Ericaâs claws rest on the burnets thigh. âCome on. Girl fight in the lab. Itâll be hot.â Allison jumps with a hiss of discomfort as the werewolfâs claws dig into her leg. The bell dings. âTime.â Harris calls. Everyone gets up to switch, but before Allison, Scott or Stiles can make their way to both Y/n and Lydia, their beat to it. Erica slides in beside Y/n, with another fake friendly smile, and if looks could kill sheâd be in the ground from the look sheâs receiving from the McCall girl. Isaac sits down quickly beside Lydia, a charming more dark smile being directed to her. âIf youâve catalyzed the reaction correctly, you should now be looking at a crystal. Stiles looks into the jar in front of him and Scott, it looks like a glob of dough. They did not do it right. Isaac shows Lydia the perfect looking crystal. Erica points at hers to show Y/n. âNow for the part of that last experiment Iâm sure youâll all enjoy.. you can eat it.â Harris tells his class. Scott looks over at Lydia as she grabs the crystal being held by small clamps by Isaac and the McCall boy spots the clear substance known a kanima venom dripping from the bottom. âLydia!â Scottâs shouts and stand abruptly from his seat hoping to stop her from eating it. âWhat?â She asks innocently, the whole class looking at him, heâs not sure what to do he canât tell her not to eat it, he canât tell her the reason why. Heâs at a loss. âNothing.â He says sitting back down. Lydia shrugs and eats the crystal, Scott and stiles stare on, waiting for something to happen. But nothing happens. Scott notices Derek standing outside the window leaning against his car, waiting. âHere Y/n, why donât you eat this one.â Erica tries. âIâm gonna pass. Thanks though. But you can go right ahead and try it.â McCall girl dismisses. She didnât know exactly how they were gonna test, but she wasnât taking any chances anyways. Outside from the parking lot Derek uses his hypersensitive hearing to listen into the class, he hears that Lydia has no reaction to the venom and hears Y/n refuse to take a chance with their plan.
Allison, Scott, Stiles and Y/n enter the coaches office after their chemistry test, needing to quickly come up with a plan, to keep Lydia safe. âDerekâs outside waiting for Lydia.â Scottâs tells the group. âWaiting to kill her?â Allison asks. Y/nâs brows knit together, really hoping thereâs a way around this. âIf heâs thinks sheâs the kanima, then yes, especially after what happened at the pool.â âItâs not her.â Stiles voice is angry and firm. âStiles, she didnât pass the test, man. Nothing happened. âNo, it canât be her.â âIt doesn't matter, because Derek thinks itâs her.â Allison tells him, itâs true, just because they donât think itâs her, Derek does and heâs gonna kill her. âSo either we can convince him that heâs wrong, or weâve got to figure out a way to protect her.â Y/n demands. âWeâll, I really donât think heâs gonna do anything here, not at school.â Scott tries to give them hope that they have time to come up with a plan. âWhat about after school?â Allison asks. âOkay, well.. what if we can prove that Derekâs wrong?â âBy 3:00?â Stiles pipes in. âThere could be something in the bestiary.â The burnet names off. âOh, you mean the 900-page book written in Archaic Latin that none of us can read? Good luck with that.â Stiles yells. âActually, I think I know someone who might be able to translate it.â The argent girl suggest. âUh, I can talk to Derek.â Scott starts, Stiles cuts him off. âHave Y/n try and talk to him, since they seem to be all buddy-buddy with each other.â He spits out. Y/n looks at him with a frown, she has no idea where that came from. She looks at her brother who is sharing the same look. Heâd be lying if he didnât sense something but he thought it was just a case of forced friends due to the circumstances. âSomething you wanna talk about?â She asks Stiles. âSomething you wanna talk about?â He snarks back. She has no idea whats going on. Â âNope, I think Iâm good.â âReally, you donât wanna share with the rest that your friendly enough with each other to fight, then go seek him out, and apologize and apparently share a few laughs, definitely friendly enough to tell him youâve discovered your immune to this things toxins as well, but didnât bother to tell us.â Stiles continues to argue. âWait, what!?â Scott shouts over them. âWhy didnât you tell us?â He asks, more hurt the mad. âEspecially me, Iâm your brother.â Y/nâs eye brows raise. âOh, okay brother, tell me something how was or when was I supposed to tell you when your to worried about your secret relationship. And you.â She turns to Stiles. âI donât understand the attitude, but now isnât the time for whatever conversation you wanna have.â âDerek knows your immune to the toxins, but still wanted to test you.â Allison asks, thereâs no judgement, just wonder. âYeah, he also told his lackeys that no matter the outcome, they weren't to touch her, he seems oddly protective of her.â Stiles is still angry. âHeâs not wrong,â Allison starts. âY/n your probably the best person right now to maybe try and convince him to give us a chance to prove that itâs not her. â She finishes. Both boys sigh, because as much as they donât want to admit it, the Argent girl is right. âBut if anything happens, you guys let me handle it, okay?â Scott kindly orders them. âWhat does that mean?â Allison asks Scott. âIt means you canât heal like I do. I just donât want you getting hurt.â Heâs now mostly talking to Allison. She turns around and digs through her bag for a moment before pulling out a portable cross bow, like some huntress badass and hold it up into view for the others. âI can protect myself.â She declares. âCan you protect me too?â Y/n asks half joking, half not, causing her friend to smile at her with a nod, Then turning back to Scott.
âWhat?â She asks when the McCall boy just looks at her, putting the bow on the desk. âDid something else happen?â Stiles and Y/n looming between the couple. âI just donât want you getting hurt.â He tell her softly. âSeriously, if anything goes wrong, you call me, okay? I-I donât care if your dad finds out. Call, text, scream, yell, whatever. Iâll hear you and Iâll find you as fast as I can.â He turns to the other two âWe have until 3:00.â Just getting nods. Scott stops as a zip sound comes towards him, turning and catching the small arrow that is only a inch away from his face with a gasp. Allison and Y/n roll their eyes knowing exactly what happened without even having to turn to see stiles holding the bow, with a stunned look. âAh.â Stiles makes a noise, and puts the bow in Allison out reached hand. âSorry. Sorry. Itâs a sensitive trigger on that thing. The group head out of the office, hoping ti finish the school day without any issues, and Y/n to talk to Derek.
Matt walks into the school library and sits down at a brown circular table where Danny and Jackson are sitting. âSo who do you know that can get into your house?â Matt whispers to Jacksonâs as he takes a seat. Jackson glares at the boy, heâs not not a fan of Matt, but unfortunately if he wants to figure this out, heâs gotta put up with him. âWhat do you mean? Like, break in?â The whitmore boy asks. âOr someone who has a key..â Matt says, dumbfounded that, that was the only think the jocks mind could think of. âWho also knows how to edit out two hours of footage out of a tape and knows how to loop it.â âI can do it.â Danny says proudly and joking, trying to make a point at how easy it is to get in. Getting a glare from Jackson. âI write my own software, and I know your mom forgets to lock the kitchen door.â He adds in. âI could have done it too, considering itâs my camera. Actually we could have done it together.â The last part Matt directs at Danny with a smirk. Who lets out a nervous chuckle. Jackson looking back and forth between with frowned eyebrows. âAll right, I gotta go to my next class, but, uh, Iâll be back later to help if you guys want it.â Placing a hand on Dannyâs shoulder and making his way to the exit door. âDefinitely.â Danny replies awestruck. Then looks back at Jackson, who plays it off like he wasnât listening and watching. âWhat?â âGot a little crush going on there?â Jackson interrogates. âNo. Shut up.â The whitmore laughs at his friendâs behaviour. âIt doesnât matter anyway.â âWhyâs that?â Danny sighs. âBecause if you havenât noticed, heâs completely obsessed Allison, and heâs always staring at Y/n whenever sheâs in the same vicinity and itâs even worse if Allison and Y/n are together, which is often. So⌠whatever. Anyways this is gonna take a couple of hours.â He changes the subject. âSo you canât tell me who did the editing?â âIs there anyone else you know who can get into your house?â Jackson goes to shake his head no, not being able to think of anything, until Lydia walks in with Stiles following closely behind, and remembers, that he gave Lydia Martin, his ex-girlfriend a key to his place when they were together. And he never got it back. âYeah. Actually, I do.â He tells his friend, a murderous tone and look to match.
Alison takes a printed off page of the bestiary to the guidance counselor, for help translating. âDo you mind me asking where you got this? A book?â The woman asks the Argent girl. âUm, a family heirloom.â Itâs not really lie, itâs been in her family for generations, and passed down. But it sounds unconvincing. âInteresting family.â She lets out a laugh. âIâm pretty familiar with most Romance languages, but this is a little out of my reach.â She says apologetic. âCan you give it a shot?â She pleads. The older woman nods. âAll right, umâŚâ she sounds out the first word. âKanima⌠do I have that right?â She asks unsure of herself, looking to Allison to make sure. âYeah.â âLike the wolf, itâs power is greatest at the moons peak. Huh. Sounds like a werewolf.â She laughs, Allison letting out a nervous laugh, she just wants this translated so she can leave, their running out of time, theyâve got one more class to go before the end of the day. âOh, thereâs some words here I donât recognize.â âJust try.â Allisonâs voice becomes slightly demanding. Then smiles. âPlease.â âCould I hold onto it for a bit?â Her anxiety is peaking. âNow is better, please.â The teacher sighs. âAll right, umâŚokay. Like the wolf, the kanima is a social creature, but where the wolf seeks a pack, the kanima seeks a friend.â She finishes the translations she can read. âA friend, what does that mean?â âMaybe itâs lonely.â âLike a teenager.â Allison thinks.
Scott and Y/n are standing at her locker, sheâs putting her books away, skipping last class to, be able to try and convince Derek before end of school day. âCan you come with me?â She asks her brother. âI hate to admit this, but itâs true, Iâm only small and human, and what defence I do have I donât know how to use, and heâs got at least two betas who donât seem to care about shedding some blood and Iâm not looking to become puppy chow today.â She exclaims, getting a laugh from her twin, then a nod. âYeah, how about you find Derek, and Iâll find the rest. Deal?â Heâs asks. Y/n nods and shuts her locker and the two turn to head outside where they know Derek is somewhere in waiting.
Scott walks onto the lacrosse field to find Boyd standing, he was placed here incase Lydia came this way, they wanted all bases covered. âI want to talk to Derek.â Scott demanded. âTalk to me.â Boyd told him. âI donât want to fight.â Boyd starts to walk towards Scott meeting the boy half way. âGood, cause Iâm twice the size of you.â âTrue. Really, really true.â Scott sounds worried, and Boyd wears an overly confident smug smirk. âBut you wanna know what I think? Iâm twice as fast.â He knew there was gonna be at least some what of a fight, he hoped against it but he knew. He ran and tackled the beta to the ground, both letting out grunts as they both stood up, derek now standing there next to Scott. âShe failed the test.â He told the boy matter-of-fact. âYeah, which doesnât prove anything. Lydiaâs different.â âI know, at night she turns into a homicidal walking snake.â Scott shakes his head in disbelief, thereâs no actual proof itâs Lydia, but Derek doesnât care, and that bothers Scott beyond anything âYou know itâs possible because my sister is different too, and you know sheâs not the kanima, so Lydia doesnât have to either.â Scott tries to explain. âY/n has an ability that proctects her and others that alone could explain why. Lydia doesnât show signs of the same ability, therefore, for now Y/n is safe, but Lydia..â He wears a cold demeanour, âIâm not gonna let you kill her.â Derek and Boyd share a look, Boyd smirks, like theyâve won. âWho said I was gonna do it.â Scott looks back in the direction of the school, realizing Isaac and Erica still in the building, Scott makes a move to run towards the school but is stopped when Boyd close lines him, sending him to the ground. The wind knocked out of him, he groans in pain. âI donât know why you think you have to protect everyone, now Scott, but even so, Lydia has killed people and sheâs gonna do it again, and next time, itâs gonna be one of us. It could be Y/n.â He adds in the jab, knowing his twin is his weakness. âWhat if your wrong?â Scottâs asks, not showing how the thought of harm coming to his sister made his stomach turn. âShe was bitten by an alpha. Itâs her.â Derek states, not understanding why he has to explain this. âYou saw that thing up close,â Scott started, as he caught his breath and sitting up a bit more. âYou know itâs not like us.â âBut it is!â Derekâs voiced raised, trying to get through to the boy. âWeâre all shapeshifters. You donât know what youâre dealing with. It happens rarely and it happens for a reason.â Scott frowns, âwhat reason?â He asks. âSometimes the shape you take reflects the person that you are.â The older man takes a step forward and reaches out his hand to help the McCall boy up off the ground. âEven Stiles calls her cold-blooded.â He tells him firmly, hoping that might get through to him. âWell, what if sheâs immune? What if sheâs got something inside her that makes her immune to the bite, which is why she didnât get paralyzed?â Scottâs not giving up though heâs listing off everything that comes to mind in hopes of saving Lydia from Derek and his pack. âNo oneâs immune! Iâve never seen it or heard of it. Itâs nâ itâs never happened.â Derek is starting to second guess himself, but heâs right itâs never happened. âWhat about Jackson? What about Y/n?â Scott asks. Derek hesitates, cause the boy has a point, being immune doesnât happen, itâs literally unheard of, there are two options when bit, turn or die, thatâs how itâs always been. Until now, now itâs happened three times in matter of months.
Danny and Matt sit at the rounded wood table in the library, working on homework and restoring the missing footage Jackson took from Mattâs camera. Matt is going through the photos he took at the lacrosse gaming coming up on photos of Scott, thereâs a flash reflecting from the shot again his eyes, like heâs behind a sun beam, expect itâs dark outside when the photos were taken. âThat is so bizarre.â Matt says, mostly to himself. âWhat?â Matt shakes his head a sighs. âMy cameraâa having some sort of glitch/meltdown.â He explains. âItâs a lens flare.â Danny adds in. âYeah, but itâs only happening on one playerâ McCall.â
âThatâs why you tested him, isnât it? Because you gave him what he wanted, didnât you?â Scottâs voices raises. âScottââ Derek tries but heâs cut off by the boy. âPeter said the bite either kills you or turns you. You were probably hoping that he would die. But nothing happened, right? And Y/n, she was bit by Peter too, the same night Lydia was, and sheâs not a werewolf, and sheâs not dead, and sheâs not the kanima because she was with you and Stiles while that thing was trying to kill you all. And you have no idea why, do you?â Scottâs finds small enjoyment out of that last part. âNo.â Derek seethes. âWell, I have a theory. Lydiaâs immune, and somehow she passed it on to Jackson. You know Iâm right.â Scott argues. âNo!â Derek shouts. âYou can not do this!â Scott shouts back. âLook, I canât let her live! You should have known that!â Scott sighs angrily.
Y/n walks towards exit leading her to the back parking lot, where Scott had said Derek was waiting while they were in chemistry, she had gotten stopped on her way out by her English teacher about letting one of the students borrow her notes, then she continued to ramble on about some extracurricular activities, she thought would best suit the McCall girl, it was a drag full 10 minutes. Finally she walks out of the building, the doors havenât even closed behind her when an arm clad in black leather moves around her shoulders, startled by the sudden contact, she quickly looks beside her to see Derek, black sunglasses on and a cheeky smile, Y/n canât fight back the roll of her eyes. âJust keep walking, like everything is normal.â He tells her. âNothing is normal, and even if it was, itâs not when people say that. What are you doing?â She goes to pull away, but he keeps her place. Heâs not rough, heâs not hurting her, but right now she doesnât trust him. They get to his car that parked just outside the parking lot and opens the passenger side door for her. âGet in.â He tells her. Y/nâs arms cross over her chest and she stares up at him defiantly. âNo. Youâve got to be out of your fricking mind if you think Iâm getting in this car, a closed confined space with someone who is about to try and kill one of my friends.â He sighed, he still held the door open, but he couldnât force her to get in the car, well he could, he could easily get her inside the vehicle, but he didnât want to do that. âShe didnât react to the venom, she failed the test.â He said it like he was bored. âI donât react to the venom, I knew before your stupid test. Hell I even told you before you came up with this stupid test. And Iâm not a blood thirsty reptile. And neither is she.â She snapped. âMaybe it didnât go deep enough, and no toxins actually touched you, we donât know for sure because you refused to take the test. Or that neat little shield you got, could have protected you.â He looks angry, theres a huge part that hopes heâs right, that hopes sheâs was never touched by the toxins, and she would react, but it still doesnât explain the wolf bite, that didnât turn her into a wolf and didnât kill her. âDo you have more of its venom with you?â They stare at each other a few seconds before she shakes her head. âYou donât have to do this Derek.â The anger still showing on her face, but her voice is softer. âI do. I canât let her live, sheâs killed people, sheâs going to kill again.â He really needs her to understand, but he knows she wonât. Y/n nods, she knew she wasnât going to be able to convince him, they all had an idea it was going to go this way. âI was hoping I could convince you not to go through with this, but then⌠we werenât counting on it.â She tells him, he frowns in confusion, not knowing what the meant, but feeling he was about to find out. Y/n turned and started walking away, when she got a few steps away, a relatively safe distance, âBut if you want her dead, Derek. Your going to have to kill me too.â She told him, no hesitation, no second thought. His face dropped at the seriousness, but he couldnât say anything more she had already turned away again and left.
âIt didnât work, we have to leave.â She rushes out after running into the library to find Stiles and Allison. âPlan B?â Stiles asked. âWe should have just started with plan B, but yes.â
Isaac and Erica make their way down the school hallways, when Isaac picks up a scent, Lydiaâs. He pulls both him and blonde into the library, both looking around to see if they can spot the Martin girl, but only come to find Danny and Matt still working on a computer. Isaac walks up to Matt, grabs him by the shoulder and lifts him up out of the chair to a stand. âWhere is she?â Isaac demands. Matt looks at Danny confused.
Stiles walks out into the hallway, Lydiaâs arm in his hand, following behind him is Y/n, Alison, and Jackson. Lydia pulls her arm from the Stilinski boy grasp. âIf weâre doing a study group, why didnât we just stay in the library?â Lydia asks the group. âBecause weâre meeting up with somebody else.â Stiles tells her. Lydia not buying into this. âHmm, well, why donât they just meet us at the library?â Alison and Y/n share a look, wondering about the out come this idea may have, and they both fear itâs not going to be good. âOh, that wouldâve been a great idea. Too late.â Replies happily. Lydia stops in her steps. âOkay, hold onââ but she cut off by Jackson now grabbing her arm and dragging her down the hall way. âLydia, shut up and walk.â He demands. Normally Y/n would have protested over the way he grabbed her and spoke to her, and she probably will at a later date, but right now, they all needed to get the hell out of here.
Scott runs down the hallway near the boys locker room in hopes of getting out and to his house quickly and without anyone seeing him, but it seemed that wasnât going to be the case because he was stopped by coaches anger voice. âMcCall! Get over here!â Scott sighs and debates for a second on what the do but ultimately turns in the direction of coach Finstock standing in the boyâs looker room door way. âYou know Iâm gonna require an explanation for this.â Coach tells the boy, holding damaged lacrosse gear in front of the teen. Stiles pulls the blue jeep out of the school parking lot, with Y/n sitting shotgun. Allison, Jackson, and Lydia sitting in the back. Lydiaâs hands up against the back window watching as the school fades into the distant background.
âYou know there are certain responsibilities to being a captain on the lacrosse team.â Finstock lectures. âCo-captain.â Scott corrects, examining the tore up gear. âOkay, partial responsibility.â âWhere did you find these?â âUnder the bleachers, and you know somebodyâs gonna have to pay for them.â Scott takes the item from coach seemingly ignoring what the man had said and looking at the last name written in black sharpie âMAHLALANIâ âTheyâre Dannyâs.â Scott says more to himself. âOh, great, mystery solved. Why donât you tell your buddy Danny to take care of his equipment, or Iâm gonna make you take care of his equipment for him. Now, do you really want to be taking care of Danny equipment all the time?â Coach rants. Scott looks concerned and confused. âThat depends. Are we still talking about lacrosse pads?â Coach looks like heâs not fully sure how to answer. Stiles shuts and locks the doors to his keep before he ushers everybody inside the McCall house. âThanks for doing this.â Allison turns to Jackson. âI needed to talk to her anyway.â Jackson replies, looking around the house, checking for the 4 werewolves hunting them. Inside stiles locks every lock on the front door then checks them, then looks quickly out the small window next to the door, even though Y/N knows why, she still raises her brows at his behavior. Turning around he see Lydia is giving the same look his best friend is giving him. Everyoneâs eyes dart to each other, Lydia being the only one out of the loop, no one knows how to proceed with this. âUh, thereâs been a few break ins around the neighborhood.â Stiles tells the Martin girl, who gives a look that reads she doesnât believe him, everyone else now avoiding eye contact. Stiles eyes dart to a chair behind them and moves it under the doorknob. Now getting go a confused look from all of the teens. âAnd a murder.â He states. Now not wrong, still odd. Y/n gives him a look as to ask âwhat the hellâ getting a shrug from the boy. âYeah, it was bad.â The Stilinski boy continues. Allison looks to Jackson and nods towards the stairs, indicating for him to talk to Lydia. Jackson gives a bored, dismissive look before turning to his ex. âLydia, follow me.â He tells her. âI need to talk to you for a minute.â He adds. She looks to Y/n hoping for some kind of guidance, for her to tell the Whitmore boy to leave the girl alone, but only gets a nod as in to follow him. âSeriously? What is going on with everyone?â She asks to no one specifically but follows the jock, nonetheless. The end of day bell rings and Scott rushed through the halls and the people trying to get outside and home as quick as he can. âHey, McCall.â Matt calls, causing the other boy to stop. Matt levels his camera and snaps a picture of the McCall boy. âThanks.â Matt says. Leaving Scott confused, staring at the boy for a moment before turning back in the direction he was heading and running off. Matt looks down at his camera screen to see the photo he had just taken and seeing the flash glare against the boys eyes like every other picture he had gotten of the him during the game.
Lydia guided Jackson into Y/nâs bedroom, really the only room she knew and felt at ease in, Jackson shutting the door behind him. Jacksonâs hand goes to his head as he winces in pain. âAre you okay?â Lydia asks genuinely concerned for the boys well being. He groans but nods. His eyes closed as he rubs his temple. âSoâŚâ Lydia starts, making slow steps towards him. The Whitmore boy finally opens his eyes glaring at the girl in front of him. âSo, you never gave me back my key.â He tells her. âWhat?â She asks, shocked and slightly hurt. âWh- y-your key? Thatâs what you wanted to talk about?â Confused by her outburst, but not caring he continues. âWhy didnât you give it back?â âAre you kidding?â The strawberry blonde is getting angry at his behavior towards her, finally. âIâm attacked by some lunatic who bites me and my best friend. A lunatic who, by the way, still hasnât been caught. I spent two days freaked out if my mind walking around the woods naked, all of my friends are acting like total nutcases, and you except me to be worried about some stupid key?â She shouts at him. âSo do you have the key or not?â Dismissing and not caring about her outburst, he only wants one thing and doesnât care about anything in between. âNot.â She tells him. Jackson looks to her, he sees a bead of sweat on her forehead, her heartbeat increased, and he lets if a scoff. âYou just lied to me.â Jackson tells her. A look of uncertainty flashes across Lydiaâs face. Scott needed to go home; he knew that. But first he needed to make a stop. Heading into the library he stalls towards Danny who is studying still waiting for the camera data to fully be restored. Scott puts the ripped lacrosse gear on the table in front of Danny. âDude, what did you do to my pads?â âMe?â Scott asks. âYouâre the one who was wearing them.â He adds. âNo, I wasnât.â Dannyâs voice raises. âWhat?â âI was in goal, remember?â Dannyâs voices lowered, back to the regular calm demeanor. âDifferent pads.â He reminds the McCall boy. âWho was wearing these?â A panic now coming into Scottâs tone. Scott pulls the phone that has been ringing out of his pocket to see Stiles was calling him, then noticed a handful of missed called from Stiles, Allison, and his sister. âSomeone who owes me a new set of pads.â Danny tells him. âItâs me.â Allison says when Scott answers the call. âWhatâs wrong?â Scottâs asks worriedly. âYou need to get here now.â The Argent girl demands. âRight now.â She repeats as she makes eye contact with Stiles and Y/n. Y/n and Stiles going back to looking out the windows next to door to see Derek and his betas waiting in the middle of the street staring at the McCall house. âOkay, Iâm leaving now.â Scott rushes out to his girlfriend over the phone. âIâm on my way.â He tells her as he runs out of the library. Danny watches him run out, looking over his pads, the video footage has been restored and shows Jackson laying on his bed on his back, before his body raises slowly, then turning to the camera opening his eyes to show what looks like yellow glowing reptile eyes.
The three teens all stand watching the 4 wolfs outside the house. âOh, jeez.â Stiles stresses, running a hand over his biz cut. âHey Ally, whatâs up?â Y/n asks her friend when she notices she is looking intently at her phone. On a normal day Allison would have smiled at the nickname, she had never close enough friends for them to even nickname her, it was nice. âWhat are you doing?â Stiles asks. âI think-âthe burnet starts, sheâs stressing out just as much as the other two. âI think I have to call my dad.â She tells them. Stiles and Y/n share a worried looked, and not even because of the hunter part. âNo, but if he finds you here- you and Scott-â âI know.â She cuts the boy off sadly, but she wasnât finding any other solutions that could helps them against 4 violent werewolves. âBut what are we supposed to do? Theyâre not here to scare us, okay? Theyâre here to kill Lydia.â She cries, looking mostly at Y/n for understanding and support. Allison letâs out an exaggerated sigh. âDo it.â Y/n says after a momentâs thoughts, Allison looked shocked but relieved to have someone understand. And Stiles looks at her betrayed. âWhat?â He exclaims. âLook, I love Allison and Scott and I love them together, but this isnât about some forbidden love type bullshit, our friend could quite possibly die tonight, and if I have to choose between my brothers love life and one of my friends actual life, Iâm choosing the latter 10 out of 10 times.â She explains then looks at Allison apologetically, who nods in response, thereâs nothing but understanding and agreeability on the Argent girls face, sheâs choosing the same thing.
âWhereâs my key, Lydia?â Jackson demands. There a few line tears that didnât listen when she tried to will then away that freely fell down her cheeks. âIt was you, wasnât it?â He asks, a confused expression places itself on Lydiaâs face. âYou edited the tape.â âWhat tape?â She asks honestly. âThe night of the full moon. The recording. You came into my house- - into my room- - and you saw what was happening to me, so you took the camera, and you edited out the most important part.â He shouts. âI donât know why. Maybe because you wanted to take that from me, my moment, like you take everything. Or maybe you just thought you were protecting me, but it was you, wasnât it?â Lydia finally turns around to look at him, confusion and sadness radiating from her. âI donât know what youâre talking about...â she cries. âBut if you need it so badlyâŚâ Jackson looks regretful, he knows sheâs telling the truth, she didnât do it, and she really doesnât know what heâs talking about, she just looks sad. âFineâ she finally says, taking off a chain around her neck that safely held his house key, close to her heart. She grabs his wrist to hold out his hand and places the chain and key in his palm. Lydia is no longer the knelt one in the room that looks heartbroken, he hurt her, for no reason, he treated her poorly the last few weeks, for no reason. âI hate you.â She tells him. Remorsefully he shakes his head, looking to the floor. âI hate you so much.â âNo. No, you donât.â He tells her softly. âI should. I should hate you.â She cries. Jackson slowly reaches out his hand and gently wipes a tear from her cheek. âDonât.â Her voice breaks as she turns away from him. âLydia.â His hand going to her chin, and causing her to look at him, a moment of eye contact before heâs leaning in a softly placing his lips on hers, the kiss grows more intense and Lydiaâs arms wrap around his neck pulling down the back collar of his sweater, neither of them notice the black scales lining the boyâs upper back.
The anxiety from the three downstairs are rising, Allison has her bow in ready, al still watching the 4 outside. âI got an idea.â Stiles says bringing both girls attention to him. âJust shoot one of them.â He tells Allison. âAre you serious?â Both girls ask. âWe told Scott we could protect ourselves, so letâs do it. Or at least give it a shot, right?â Allison and Y/n share a look before nodding. âOkay.â The Argent girl whispers. âLook, they donât think weâre gonna fight, so if one of them gets hit, I guarantee theyâll take off. So just shoot one of them.â Stiles explains. âWhich one?â Allison asks. âUh⌠Derek. Yeah, shoot him, preferably in the head.â Stiles says. Allison looking out the window replies. âScott was able to catch an arrow, Derek definitely can.â âSheâs right.â Y/n agrees regrettably. âThey might not think weâll fight, but thereâs no way their guards are down.â The McCall girl adds. âOkay, uh, just shoot one of the other three then.â âYou mean two.â Allison corrects the boy. âNo, I mean three.â Stiles says firmly, both him and Y/n look out the window to see in fact only three out of the four standing there. Derek, Boyd, and Erica. Isaac was no longer standing with them. âShit.â Y/n curses under her breath. âWhere the hell is Isaac?â Stiles asks urgently. Allison takes a few deep breaths as she raises her bow to take a shot of one of the three outside, but before she can pull the trigger Isaac comes up behind her and throws her to the ground, Stiles and Y/n turn at the sudden commotion, Isaac grabs Stiles and throws him into the living room, Y/n grabs a vase from the table beside the door and breaks it over the betas head, her eyes widen when he turns clearly not phased by the hit, eyes glow yellow as his hand wraps around the girls neck and pushes her body into the wall. Her hand grabbed on to his wrist trying to pull him away from her throat. âI canât see why he is so fascinated by you, I mean sure youâre pretty, but youâre just a weak little human. I mean you really thought a little glass was going to stop me.â He laughs at her pathetic attempt.
The kissing upstairs between Jackson and Lydia was cut off by the sound of glass shattering. âWhat was that?â Lydia asked slightly out of breath. Jackson couldnât respond as he grabbed the back of his neck, then pain bringing him to his knees. Lydia opened Y/nâs bedroom door, trying to hear what was going on downstairs. Slowly walking down, the hallways. Jackson fell to the floor withering in pain, gasping for air as the pain was unbearable.
Y/n slammed her knee into Isaacâs groin, which caused his hand to fall from around her neck, Allison came up behind and hit him in the side of the head with her bow and Y/n shoved him to the floor and quickly moved away from him then to Stiles to help him. âGo.â Stiles told them as he grabbed the bat and moved to go look around the rest of the house for the rest of them and Allison and Y/n grabbed onto each other and rushed up the stairs to get Lydia. âWhatâs happening?â She cried as her two best friends came around the corner. âGet back.â Allison told the strawberry blonde both her and Y/n making hand movements to look like they were pushing the air between them back in the direction of the twinsâ bedrooms. âSomeoneâs trying to break in, okay?â Allison explained. Lydia stood frozen. âGo.â Y/n told her. âLydia, go!â Both the Argent and McCall girl shouted at her, Lydia making her way back to the room and Allison and Y/n heading back downstairs to help Stiles. Lydia runs back into the McCall girlsâ room and shuts the door behind her, looking around the room. âJackson?â She calls when she canât see him, but sees the window is open, it wasnât when she left the room. Lydia moves into the conjoined bathroom the McCall twins share and locks both doors leading to the room. She lets out a frightened yelp as she hears a crash from downstairs. She pulls out her phone from the pocket of her red leather jacket and dials 9-1-1 and puts the phone to her ear, sheâs hyperventilating, and on the verge of a full blown panic attack. âHi. I- I need the police.â Another crash causes her to jump and her fear grows when the power cuts out.
Allison and Y/n run into Scottâs room and lock the door. She points the bow at the wide open window, a clear goo like substance dripping from the window sill. âStiles, itâs here!â Y/n calls out.
Lydia is couched down between the sink and wall, hiding, and listening, waiting for this nightmare to be over. Thereâs a thumping noise, but she canât think to what it could be.
On the other side of Scottâs door Allison and Y/n hear a bang against the door, someone trying to kick it down. âWhat do we do?â Allison asks her friend. âWe could shoot her, but sheâll probably catch it, then what?â The Argent girl tries to think. Y/n taps the burnet on the shoulder when she gets the girls attention, she puts her index finger to her mouth telling her to not say anything then taps her ear to indicate that they donât want to be heard, Allison nods, telling her friend she understands, Y/n explains a plan without speaking. Pointing to the bow in Allison hands then to the goo on the window, then back to the door. Allison gives a look saying the same thing she said earlier. âTheyâll catch itâ Y/n nods looking back at the goo then back to Allison, who smiles when she fully understands, if doesnât matter now whether they catch it or not, it will still render the lunatic on the other side useless. Allison dips the arrowhead in the kanima toxins and loads up the bow careful not to touch it herself, but in time before the door burst open and Erica is standing in the other side, Allison and Y/n standing in the far end, Allison raises her bow to the blonde who laughs when she sees the red laser dot at her chest. Erica scoffs and crosses her arms. âMmm⌠this might make me sound like kind of a bitch, but Iâve always wondered what it feels like steal someoneâs boyfriend. I bet itâs a pretty sick rush of power. I think I might try it with Scott.â Erica chuckles at herself, the other two girls in the room donât find it funny at all. âYou know what⌠I donât think itâs gonna be that hard. Because why would he be waiting around to steal then minutes with you when he can have me anytime he wants?â The blonde beta taunts. Allison smirks and pulls the trigger on the bow, Erica dodges it, and catches it in her hand, a smirk now coming to Y/nâs face, the plan has worked. Erica laughs at the two, and what she thinks is a failed attempt to knock her down. âYou didnât really think that would work, did you?â She mocks. âActually, we did.â Allison told her. The smile drops from Ericaâs faces as she looks down to see the slim coating the arrow and now her hand. Allison and Y/n share and victory smile with each other before turning back to the beta, who losing how feeling and falls helplessly to the floor in front of them. Both girls walk over to the girl laying on the floor as Allison bends down to get closer to Erica and strokes blonde locks out her face. âI thought you were psychic⌠Bitch.â Standing up, Allison and Y/n high five as they walk out of the bedroom.
Derek and Boyd stand outside listening to the commotion from inside the house, Derek looks bored and kind of pissed off, Boyd looks concerned. A light breaks and a roar is sounded, that brings an evil smile to Derekâs face, until the door opens and Isaac and Erica are thrown out the front door and onto the lawn, Isaac unconscious and Erica paralyzed. Now the Alpha looks pissed again because another failed attempt on their part.
Derek letâs out a defeated sign as Scott, Y/n, Allison, and Stiles all walk onto the front porch. âI think Iâm finally getting why keep refusing me, Scott. Youâre not an omega. Youâre already and alpha of your own pack.â Derek tells the teenager. The three-sanding next to Scott all share a look of both confusion and pride. âBut you know you canât beat me.â The older man adds with a condescending smile. âI can hold you off till the cops get here.â Scott informs. The smiles falls from the Hale manâs face as he hears the sirens approaching. Their all stopped by a hissing sound and fast footsteps on the roof, the teens looking up and moving off the porch to the front lawn to see what is up there. The kanima. Itâs covered head to toes in black scales, it flashes its yellow slitted eyes at the group on the ground and letâs out a loud terrifying, ear piercing hissing noise. And darts off. Leaving everyone stunned. âGet them out of here.â Derek tells Boyd about the other betas laying on the ground. They all turn towards the door at the sound of footsteps, Lydia coming out the front door, more then completely done with recent events. âWould someone please tell me what the hell is going on?â She demands loudly. Lydia wasnât the kanima. Y/n knew that, but now itâs been confirmed, so the internal celebration lasted a few seconds before the anger came back, and she turned to Derek with a powerful death glare. He didnât listen, he didnât even have definitive proof and he was here tonight to kill her, to kill her best friend, if he had of succeeded, he would have killed an innocent person, and he probably wouldnât have batted an eye, laid in some crap about better safe then sorry. In this moment she had never felt more afraid of the what ifâs and had never felt this much hatred towards a person before. Derek sensed that emotion coming off her like rapid wildfire and he couldnât blame her, but it broke something inside him to see that look and feel that emotion from her directed towards him.
âItâs Jackson.â Scott said aloud.
Jackson in full kanima form stalks on all fours up to a dark coloured car. His clawed, scaled hand coming up to the driver side window, and a black gloved hand comes up to rest on the inside of the window. It was as if the creature was seeking approval, the unknown person on the inside of the car was giving it. The kanima took a moment to examine the person inside before hissing and running off into the trees as the car was started and drove off away from the trees.
âTheyâre coming back, so we donât have much time to talk.â Deaton rushes out as he helps to patch up Scottâs wound from his fight earlier with Derek. âUh, what is that?â The McCall boy asks as his boss hold a went cotton ball to him. âRubbing alcohol. You donât want it getting infected, do you?â Scott shakes his head and the older man proceeded to clean the wound. âYouâll heal the same. Just not as quickly, because of Derek.â âOkay, how do you know all this? Actually, how doâ how do you know anything?â The teenager rushes out just as quickly. âItâs a long story.â The older man tells him as he tapes some gauze in place. âWhat I can tell you is that I know about your kind. Your kind⌠I can help. Thisââ he turns back to the dead man on the slab table. âThis is something different.â He finishes. âWhaâ weâllâ do you know what did it?â Scott stutters out. âNo. But the Argents will. And this is the crucial part. They have some kind of record, or book. Itâll have descriptions, histories, notations of all the things theyâve discovered.â Deaton continues to inform his young employee. âWhatâ all the things? How many different things are there?â Scott asks quickly and urgently, he didnât think about there being more supernatural beings out there other then werewolves. But before his boss can answer tires on gravel can be heard pulling up to he clinic.
Chris Argent and one of his men walk into the building with quick strides, and into the back room where they find Deaton examining the body of the dead man. Chris clears his throat to announce their arrival. âIâm starting to think I need to buy a more prominent âclosedâ sign.â Deaton tells the men standing up straight to face turn and face them. Chris letâs out a scoff. And him and his men move aside to give Gerard room to move through the doorway. âHello, Alan.â The oldest Argent in the room says. A look of fear crosses Deaton's face as he looks between Chris and Gerard. âItâs been a while.â The man adds. âThe last I heard; you had retired.â âLast I heard, you followed a code of conduct.â Deaton bites back. âIf you hadnât noticed, this body is one of ours.â Chris butts in. âI did. I also noticed the gunpowder residue on his fingertips.â The vet tells the men. Scott hidden on the other side of the door listening in, being sure not to make a noise, on a whim he thinks to pull out his phone and go to the recording app his sister had installed on his phone after all this weird stuff started entering their lives, and was told to record things when her and or Stiles werenât around so they could hear everything, he never used it, he always forgot or the situation was to intense he never thought of it, but this time he did. He opened the app and hit record, placing his phone as close to door as possible without making a sound and keeping it and himself out of view. âSo donât assume Iâll be swayed by your philosophy just because Iâll answer a few of questions.â Deaton finishes with a glare pointed toward Gerard. âHe was only 24.â Chris tells. âKillers come in all ages.â Alan informs, taking another glance at the elderly man standing to his side, a silent jab of disgust and disapproval. âAll ages, sizes. Shapes. Itâs the last one that concerns us.â Gerard says like he didnât understand the look he as being given. âHow about you tell us what you found?â Chris butts in again, done with the subtle jars between the two and just wanting to get on with it and find out what their up against. Deaton moves to the head of the body and turns it to the side to show a clean sliced cut behind the man neck. âSee this cut? Precise. Almost surgical. But this isnât the wound that killed him. This had more⌠interesting purpose.â Deaton tells them. Gerard looks up curiously. âRelating to the spine?â He asks. âThatâs right.â Deaton nods as he continues to tell then men everything he could find. âWhatever made this cut was laced with paralytic toxin potent enough to disable all motor functions.â The vet waves his hand over the deep claw markings. âThese are the cause of death. Notice the patterns on each side?â âFive for each finger.â Christ states. âEach claw.â Gerard corrects. âAs you can see, it dug in,â Deaton using hand motions to full describe the extent of the injuries. âSlashed upward, eviscerating the lungs and slicing through the bone of the rib cage with ease.â âHave you ever seen anything like this before?â The younger Argent man questions. âNo.â Deaton answered honestly. âAny idea at what killed him?â âNo. But I can tell you itâs fast, remarkably strong, and had the capacity to render its victims essentially helpless within seconds.â Chris looks up at the man, bored. âIf youâre saying we should be cautious, we get it.â âIâm saying you should be afraid. Be very afraid. Because in the natural world, predators with paralytic toxins use them to catch and eat their prey. This prey wasnât eaten. That means whatever killed him only wanted to kill him. I. Fact, killing may be its only purpose.â
A whirring sound fills the room of the auto repair shop, where Stiles had to bring his jeep after Erica so rudely took it apart to have something to hit him over the head with. He tried calling Y/n to come keep him company and maybe to verbally abuse this idiot mechanic with her smarts, who is doing far more then Stiles needed done, but she wasnât answering her phone. âHey.â The Stilinski boys calls out to said mechanic trying to get his attention. âHey!â He yells louder. âWhaâ what do you think youâre doing? All I needed was a starter.â He tells the man getting under the raised jeep, standing beside the man in a white tank top covered in oil. âYeah, but it looks like your whole exhaust system has gotta be replaced too.â He says nonchalantly. And unimpressed looked crossed the teenagers face. âWhy do I get the feeling your slightly overestimating the damage?â The mechanic ignores Stilesâ comment. âProbably gonna run you around, like, $1,200, parts and labor.â Oh, Stiles really wishes Y/n was here right now. âAre you kidding? This thing doesnât even have a catalytic converter. And yes, I know what a catalytic converter is.â His voice starts out angry then takes on a mocking tone at the end. This gets the man to stop his work and took and the boy. âYou know what a limited slip differential is?â He asks. Stiles stutters a moment before answering defeatedly. âNo.â The older guy goes back to his work. âYeah, could run you more like $1,500.â The Stilinski boy letâs out a sigh. âOkay, just finish. Iâll be back hereââ he starts as he walks off towards a small waiting area. âSeething with impotent rage.â He mutters to himself.
Y/n grabs for her phone after she opens her eyes and sees multiple texts from Stiles.
Stiles: Hey at auto shop, come hangout with me.
Stiles: I need you to come put this mechanic in his place lol.
With a small laugh, she gets out of bed and changes into a pair of black leggings and a dark red sweatshirt, with her white vans. Her brother still has the car, so she dials for a cab, the texts were only sent 30 minutes ago, so sheâs guessing heâs still there but sends a text just to make sure.
Y/n: You still at the shop?
He doesnât answer, but then she remembers the three of them all share their location with each other, checking his contact she finds the little blue dot that shows heâs still there.
Stiles reaches for the door handle leading out of the repair room, stopping to examine his hand when it comes in contact to a clear, slimy substance. âOH, nice. Real sanitary. Quality establishment youâre running here.â He tells the last bit for the man under the jeep to hear as he opens the door and walks out, wiping his hand on the sleeve of his red zip up hoodie. Turning the corner he sees a single picture hanging on the wall of a younger version of the mechanic in a beacon hill lacrosse uniform. Stiles scoffs. âFigures.â He says to himself. He grunts and shakes out his hand as he pulls his phone out, only noticing now that he has a reply text from the McCall girl...
Y/n: Iâm on my way.
He went to type back a reply, but his fingers wouldnât move. He grunted as he tried to move them over the keypad, but he couldnât he was losing feeling in his body not just his hands, his phone slipped to the floor as his body started to numb looking up through the large glass window leading from the wiring room to the repair room he saw a dark figure slowly climbing from his jeep, clear-ish white claws coming into view as it continued to climb down. âUhâŚâ he started to panic. âHey.â He tried to tell but it wasnât loud enough. âHey!â He tried again, but it still wasnât getting the man attention. A quick swipe of a claw came down across the back of the mechanics neck, causing him to turn just in time to see the reptile looking creature just down. âHey!â Stiles tried yell again, but he couldnât be heard, he hit the ground, landing on his stomach, about 98% of his of numb now, he was useless. He used the rest of his moment to pull himself to his phone where it had fallen.
Completely paralyzed the mechanic lays on his back, grunts of fear coming from him as he tried to move but finds he canât. The creature cuts the cord that controls the car lift, causing the machine to slowly lower heading towards the man laying right underneath it, about to be crushed but it and the jeep being held up by it.
A few minutes later the car came to stop, when the car had stopped in front of the building she felt as if something was wrong, Y/n handed the man behind the wheel a $20 it was more then the fair but she didnât have anything smaller and didnât wait around for change, she just opened the door and shuts it behind her before running off to the entrance door of the auto repair shop, when he moves inside the first things she notices is Stiles laying flat on the ground, skidding to the floor next to the paralyzed boy she puts her hand on his back. âStiles! Stiles, whatâs happened, whatâs wrong?â The anxiety in her words isnât hard to miss. âI donât know.â Is all the boy can say. Y/n looks up and looks around the shop to notice what is going on, on the other side of the door, she sees the man laying on the ground unable to move, she sees the machine lowering and getting closer to crushing the man, but he doesnât see anything else, on impulse she stands up and rushes into the room, she has not idea what she is doing, yet again. She thinks maybe she can turn off the machine make it stop but as she looks for a stop button she see the severed wire for said machine and knows the button wonât do anything then she think maybe she can move the man out from underneath it, she moves quickly but before she can get to close the reptile looking creature jumps out in front of her seemingly out of no where, a small scream escapes the McCall girl and a claw moves against her shoulder, and sheâs thrown to the floor a few steps back , the claw leaving a thin slice of the skin, small trickle of blood come to the surface. The only sounds that can be heard are Y/nâs uneven breaths, Stiles grunts as he tries to dial 9-1-1, the quiet begs and pleas of the man on the floor in front of them, and the whining metal of the car lift still lowering. Thereâs nothing any of them can do other the sit helplessly and watching and even if they close their eyes which is what they do they can still hear it all, which feels just as bad. Stiles visions blurs as he still tries to dial 9-1-1. The lift is mere seconds away from crushing the man, the younger boy squeezes his eyes shut, but he can still hear it all. After a minute of hearing nothing, the machine has stopped the begging has stopped, the Stilinski boy opens his eyes, his body jolting when the creature jumps in front of him and hisses out a roar the disappears. The call on his phone finally going through, the ringing of the call can barely be heard, after three rings a woman picks up. â9-1-1. Whatâs your emergency?â
It takes Y/n longer than she cares to admit to gather herself enough to stand up and walk to Stiles side, the woman had hung up after not getting a response, but Y/n called back letting them know there had been an accident someone was dead, where they were and to send the police. Then sat next to Stiles, waiting for the toxins to wear off, it didnât take long it was gone enough for him to stand up buy the time the emergency responders showed up, along with the sheriff.
Allison walked out her front door and to her car, getting in and shutting the door, leaning the driver side window, and drawing out a breath the cover, allowing writing to appear. â9pmâ it read. Allison turned to the clock on the dashboard that read 8:55pm. Turning back to the window she was gasped with a jump upon seeing her grandfather waiting outside the car looking in. âI didnât mean to scare you.â He told her as he opens the driver door silently telling her to get out. âItâs okay, I was justââ âeh, expecting someone else?â Gerard cut her off, questioning her knowingly. âYeah.â She slipped. âI mean, no. No, definitely not.â She tried to play it off, with his back turned to the girl he lets out a wicked knowing smile. âGood.â He replies turning back around to face his granddaughter. âThen we can talk for a minute.
Scott sits in on rock in a clearing in the woods of the edge of the cliff waiting for Allison arrive, checking his phone that reads â9pmâ. He looks around but no sound can be heard.
Gerard reaches into his coat pocket and drops the brown leather book with a leather binding, keeping the book tied closed. Allison bends down to pick it up, handing it back to the man. âThanks. I donât know to drop that. Iâd be lost without it.â Reaching back into his pocket he pulls out a small casing of pills. âWhen I was your age, I didnât Even take vitamins. Now Iâm chocking down a cocktail of pills three times a day.â Allison looks around the driveway wanting to leave and be done with this conversation. âBut I do what my doctor tells me, because I trust him.â The Argent girl give him a nod and a polite smile. âTrust is a commodity our family holds very high, you know. And my daughterâ well, your aunt Kateâ died doing what she thought was right. Her intentions may have been a bit misguidedââ âA bit?â The burner fires back, a look of anger towards the man in front of her. âI like that,â Gerard chuckles. âOh, you remind me of her. She challenged me too.â An unassuming smile comes to her face. âIs that what you want me to do? Challenge you?â âI want you to trust me.â He sounds almost sincere. âYouâre gonna find yourself out in a position where you question the trust of the people close to you, even your closest friends. And when that happens. You have to know the trust you never question is family. Can I trust you, Allison?â Allison exhales a deep sigh before answering. âYeah.â She answers almost dismissively. The sincere voice he was just directing towards the youngest Argent is replaced by a scary anger. âNot âyeahâ! Speak with conviction: yes, or no.â She steels the confused look on her face and looks emotionless. âYes. You can trust me.â
Stiles and Y/n sit in the back of an ambulance outside armour tire, while sheriff Stilinski stands in front of the two teens. âI told you, I justâ I walked in, and I saw the jeep on top of the guy, thatâs all.â Stiles tells his father. âWhatâs wrong with your hand?â Noah questions. âNothing. Can we just get out of here now?â He shakes out his hand. âLook, if thereâs something you donât think you can tell meââ âyou think Iâm lying?â The younger boy cuts in. Y/n hasnât said a word her mind is reeling, the ice rink, fight or argument or whatever you wanna call it with Derek, sitting in yet another ambulance in three weeks and now watching a man get crushed to death, the questions that they canât actually answer because the truth would sound worse then the lies. âNo, of course not. Iâm just worried about you. Both of you.â He says looking at the McCall girl. âIf you two saw someone do this, if youâre afraid that maybe theyâre gonna come back and make sure you donât say anything about itââ âwe didnât see anything.â Y/n spoke up. Stiles shakes his head in agreement to the girl. âAt all.â He added. âCan we go now please?â He asks his father again. âSure.â Noah nods. âBut not in your jeep. Weâre gonna have to impound it. Sorry kid, evidence. Iâll see you at home.â A sigh of frustration leaves the boy. âLook, at least make sure they wash it.â He calls after the sheriff. âIâll call Scott to come get us.â Y/n says pulling out her phone and hitting the call on her brothers contact. He just nods.
Stiles and Y/n make their way to Scott as he pulls up in front of the shop, opening the back door for her and waiting for her to be fully in before closing the door and getting into the passenger seat next to Scott. âYou guys, okay?â Scott asks. âYeah.â Stiles replies. Looking back to get his sisters answer she just looks at him nods. âYou were right.â Stiles starts. âItâs not like you. I mean itâs eyes weâre almost, like, reptilian.â As Stiles explains the creature Y/n stares out the back window watching the corners wheel out the body under a white sheet covered in blood and place it in the back of their vehicle. âBut there was something about âem.â âWhat do you mean?â Scott asks. âYou know when you see, like; a friend in a Halloween mask, but all you can actually see are their eyes, and you feel like you know them, but you just canât figure out who it is?â âAre you saying you know who it is?â The twins ask at the same time, that statement bringing back her curiosity. âNo. But I think it knew me.â
Under an old abandoned subway station Derek starts to train the new betas, starting with Isaac who runs full wolf speed at Derek trying to take him down, but with one movement and push from the Alpha sends the boy to the ground. Isaac a tried again, same movements from the last try, with the same result, sending Isaac to the ground. The Lachey boy tries again, same moves, same results. And then again and again and again, all attempts ending the same as the last. Erica jumps from the top of the broken-Down subway train to get the upper hand, Derek sees the move coming and grabs her throwing her to the ground next to Isaac. While Boyd sits on the steps watching the whole thing play out. A disappointment look in Derekâs eyes, as he walks away from the failing betas. âDoes anyone want to try not being completely predictable?â He asks, bored. When he turns back around the face the group Erica jumps into his arms and smashes her lips to his, he kisses back for a few seconds before throwing her off of him to land back on the ground next to Isaac again. She lands with a groan. Derek wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. âThatâs the last time you do that.â He demands. âMy turn next.â The sound of a new voice has all four of their heads turning to face the stairs where Y/n McCall makes her way down the stairs Boyd is sitting on, sheâs dressed in dark washed skinny jeans that fit perfectly in all the fight places, black heeled ankle boots, a grey fitting tank top with her brown leather jacket, her hair is paper straight, and her neutral makeup is applied perfectly. She takes a seat next to Boyd. âHow did you find us?â He asks her getting a smirk from the younger of the twins. âI have my ways.â She winks. âBut on a serious note, it wasnât that hard, I figured thereâs not many places for an alpha and his new pets. No offence,â she turns to Boyd at that last comment, getting a small chuckle out of him, he found this whole situation unreal and amusing. âTo hangout, so what better place then somewhere no one goes.â She finishes. Erica ignored the new comer and in her eyes the un-welcomed guest. âWhy cause Iâm a beta?â She asks defiantly. âNo. Itâs because I have someone else in mind⌠for you.â Not liking that response, she turns to the McCall girl still sitting next to Boyd, with a devious look. âY/n what are you doing here?â The question put a smirk on the H/C haired girlsâ lips, now hearing him be the one to ask that question. The irony wasnât lost on the man either. âI came to talk to you, but it can wait until your done with yourââ âdysfunctional werewolf academy?â Y/n pressed her lips into a thin line to hide the smile, but it failed. âYeah.â She responded. Then looked up at him. âIâm sorry.â She mouthed. A small smirk gracing his face. âAre we done?â Isaacs voice snapped the two out of their odd bubble. âBecause I got about 100 bones that need a few hours to heal.â He says sitting up. Derek nods in understanding and walked over to the boy, leaning down and grabbing the boys arm, looking like he may help him up. âLet me see. Yeah?â Isaac nods, but in one swift move Derek snaps the boys arm, like it was just some twig he found. Isaac cries out in pain. â101. You think Iâm teaching you how to fight, huh? Look at me!â Derek yells at the boy. A feeling of regret washes over Y/n in the moment. Maybe Derek isnât the kind of person she can turn to, maybe he is dangerous, maybe her brother right and she should stay as far away from him as she can, but something stops her from standing up and walking out.
The fact that she has seen a side to him that no one else she knows has seen, and maybe itâs fake, maybe itâs an act to get closer to Scott, convince him to join his pact what better way then to be buddy buddy with his sister. But he never had those moments in front of anyone, hard to use it as a barging chip if no one knows about it. Plus, she oddly trusts him. Oddly. Itâs indescribable. âIâm teaching you how to survive.â A look of scared familiarity flashes in the young boys eyes and it breaks Y/nâs heart at the idea that he may get the same treatment he got at home. âIf they wanted us dead, why arenât they coming for us now? What are they waiting for?â Isaac fires off. âI donât know. But theyâre planning something, and you, especially, know thatâs not our only problem. Whatever that thing is that killed Isaacâs father, I think it killed someone else last night. And until I find out what it is, you all learn everything that I know. As fast as I can teach you. You can leave now.â He tells them. âCome on.â He looks back at Y/n and moves his hand in a motion that says âcome hereâ. She stands and wipes the dust from her pants with her hands and follows to move inside the train where Derek had just entered, a few steps off the stairs, Erica steps in front of her letting out a low growl, unfortunately for her Y/n isnât phased she actually looks bored, which just pisses the blonde off more, but before she can say anything or do anything Derekâs voice is loud behind her. âHey! Back off, I said you could leave.â Erica doesnât move, and neither does Y/n, both girls just staring at one another, one pissed off and one still looking bored. âNow!â He demands. The blonde finally steps away. With a shake of her head Y/n continues her path towards Derek. âYou come here to lecture me?â He questioned once they were both inside. âWould you listen?â She questioned back. âNo.â âWeâll then no, I didnât come to lecture you. I actually came to apologize.â He stares at her confused. âWhy would you need to apologize?â It was her turn to look at him confused. â I shouldnât have went off on you the way I did. I mean you beating up my brother Iâm not apologizing for getting upset with you about that, but the rest, it wasnât needed, honestly itâs none of my business what you do, or who you do it with.â Y/nâs brows knit together at the same time Derekâs raises as he stares at her. âplease ignore how that last part sounded.â She tells him, only getting an amused nod from the man. âFor what itâs worth, Iâm sorry too, I donât know what that was, was it fight?â He asks. âI have no idea, maybe.â She shakes her head just as confused about the situation as he was. âWell for some odd reason I donât like fighting with you.â He admits. âAs strange as it is I donât like it either, but I feel like thereâs gonna be a lot of that between us.â He nods knowing sheâs right, sheâs a fighter, he sees that about her, and not in the violent kind of way, in the way that sheâs fiercely protected, and fights for the things and people she believes in, with no hesitation, no second thought, and thatâs what he likes about her. âSo do you forgive me?â She asks. âThereâs nothing to forgive, you didnât do anything wrong.â He declares. Y/n just nods. âSo is that a yes?â The McCall girl asks after a moment, rocking back and fourth on her heels.
This leads Derek to let out a small laugh at her antics. âFine, yes. I forgive you.â He finally tells her. âDo you forgive me?â He asks. âNo.â But the smile never leaves her face, and he knows sheâs joking and that he too is forgiven. She doesnât know whatâs going on but she enjoys these moments with Derek, she feels she shouldnât, like sheâs doing something wrong, but she wants to keep things like this. Itâs silent again, but not awkward, itâs comfortable and calming, and he feels kind of at peace, he looks back up at her and watches her smiles slowly drop, and is replaced by a look of uncertainty, her brows knit together and she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. He doesnât push her, he waits silently, waiting for her voice to fill the space between them, a few minutes later it does. âIt did kill someone again last night.â She tells him circling back to the thing he said about thinking it may have killed again last night. âHow do you know?â He asks, he fears the answer, he some how knows the answer just by her facial expression, but he still hopes heâs wrong. âI was there. I saw it. I saw it happen.â She tells him. He wasnât wrong, but he hoped he was. âThereâs something else.â âWhat is it?â He asks, he notices sheâs not fearful sheâs confused. âStiles touched its venom, and within minutes he was paralyzed, theâ the mechanic he was scratched by itâs claws, and he was paralyzed within secondsâŚâ she pauses. âOkay, well different contacts could have different effects.â He tries to explain to ease her worry. But she shakes her head. âThatâs not it, I kind of already figured that part out. I went in to try and stop the machine from lowering any further or move him out of the way-â âIâm sorry you did what?â He shouldn't even be suspired by that, and maybe heâs not, but heâs defiantly worried about the fearless side of her. âYou went into a room where some unknown creature is killing people for sport and you thought it was a good idea to Waltâs in and save the day, all 5â3 of you. What weâre you thinking?â He demands, he not yelling, and heâs not mad at her, just worried about her well being. âFirst of all, I'm not looking for you to lecture me, I got enough of that from Scott, and second, I was thinking someone was going to die right in front of meâ again. And I needed to do something. Derek thatâs not the damn point. The point is it stopped me from going into he room it sliced into my shoulder, okay sliced is a dramatic exaggeration, but my point is, nothing happened, the toxins never worked or kicked in or whatever, now Iâm not complaining about that, because the side effects sound awful, but, I donât understand. That seems to be a theme with me the last few weeks, I donât understand how I survived a werewolf bite, without turning or well dying, I donât understand the seeing and hearing things, I donât understand the vivid dreams, visions whatever they are, I donât understand how Iâm literally a human shield, and I donât understand how I seemed to have been immune to this things toxins, and if Iâm being honest that last one scares me the most.â She finishes. She sighs again, taking into count everything she just laid out in front of him. âMaybe I shouldnât have sprung all that on you. Iâm gonna go.â She turns to leave, but is stopped by his hand on her wrist, making her turn back to him. âI told you I was here, and I meant it. I donât have all the answers, I wish did, but we will figure it out.â He reassures her, as he pulls her into his chest, holding her firmly, and feeling the tension leave her body. Heâs not good at friends, but it feels easy with her.
Natalie Martin walks into her teenage daughters room, finding her still in bed and under the covers. âTime to get up.â She calls, walking up to the bed. âGo away.â âYouâre going to be late for your appointment with the school counsellor. Remember? l we have a deal.â He argues. âRemember, I told you I was fine.â Mrs. Martin was done with the back and forth, âLydia, pleaseââ she grabbed the edge of the blanket covering the strawberry blonde, and pulling them back, letting out a gasp of horror to find the sheet covered in blood. âWhat did you do? Oh, my god, what did you do to yourself?â The older woman questioned her teen, turning her hand over to see Lydiaâs knuckles cut up, busied and bloody. The younger Martin girl just as confused and horrified by what she sees because she doesnât remember anything. Both looking to the front of the room to see the cracked and shattered mirror with a patch of blood in the center. âLydia, sweetheart. Why did you do that? Lydia.â Lydia couldnât speak the fear and confusion taking over her was suffocating, she couldnât think, she couldnât breath, she couldnât remember.
Lydia Martin sits in the small waiting room outside the school counselorâs office, next to a tall handsome, dark-haired boy. âNice gloves.â He compliments her with a smile. âThank you.â She smiles back, but it drops at his next question. âSo... whatâs your brand of psychosis?â She finally turns her head enough to take in the boy next to her, light blue eyes, dark brown hair almost black, pale skin, but even her herself canât deny that heâs cute, thereâs worse ways she could be waiting. âReally?â Her tone is bored, not jumping for joy at the chance to bound over her psychotic break, unless itâs Y/n, it helps if you suffer the same psychotic break with your already then best friend, but unfortunately they havenât talked about it, their friendship has been normal, no dramatic shift or drift, but neither one of them wanna relive what they remember, Lydia hasnât even told Y/n about what she thinks she may have seen at the ice rink, to be fair the McCall girl hasnât talked to Lydia about what happened on her end of events that day. âWeâre both here for something. We donât have to be ashamed of it.â The boy sitting next to the Martin girl sayâs gently. âI have an acute phobia of people prying into my personal life. You?â She bites back, all her walls are up and theyâre not coming down. âCompulsively drawn to cute but narcissistic girls.â He responds back, Lydia sits there shocked, because people donât normally talk to her like that, but before she can spit back another remark, the door to the guidance counselor opens, and a pretty tall, thin, darker skinned woman steps out, her long dark brown hair matches her big brown eyes, sheâs wearing a fitting black pencil skirt, medium shade green blouse and a black button up vest. âAre you ready, Lydia?â She calls out. She moves quickly to grab her bag and follow the woman into her office and shutting the door without even a look back at the boy still waiting.
Stiles and Scott are sitting at the bottom of a set of stairs in the school hallway talking, when Y/n makes her way to stand next to where Stiles is sitting facing her brother as she leans against the wall next to the window. âIâm sorry about the other day. Iâm trying.â Stiles says to the other boy, the McCall girl frowns, wondering if she had missed anything for Stiles to be apologizing for. âWeâll get through this. I know because I love you.â He finishes. Further adding to the girlâs confusion. âWell, that was sweet.â She chirped in with an amused smile, announcing her presence. âI love you more thanâ oh, my god! I canât â you and Allison just have to find a better way to communicate.â Stiles rants. And now it makes sense, she should have guessed it was a message from Allison, Scott had tried to beg her to be the messenger between them, but not wanting to risk anything that would lead her to possibly needing more therapy than she already needed she put a stop to that idea, really quick. Plus the monotone to what sounded like a heartfelt speech should have told her something right away. a small laugh coming from the younger McCall. âCome on. Youâre the only one that we can trust.â Scott tells him, Stiles pointing behind him towards Y/n, as if to say make her do it. âOh, no, no. Donât you dare try to subject me to that, Scotty already tried.â She tells the boy; he gives a defeated sigh and shake of his buzz cut head. âIs she coming to the game tonight?â Scott asks, after sending an apologetic smile his twins way. âYes, okay? Message complete. All right, now tell us about your boss.â Stiles desperately changes the subject. And Y/n moves to sit on the step on the other side of her brother to better hear what heâs saying. âUh, he thinks that Allisonâs family keeps some kind of, uh. Records of all the things that theyâve hunted. Like a book.â The boy explains. Stiles claps his hands together. âHe probably means a bestiary.â âA what?â Scott asks genuinely confused. âA bestiary.â Stiles repeats. Scott letâs out an immature giggle, looking between his sister and his best friend before turning back to the latter. âI think you mean bestiality.â He continues with a laugh. Both Stiles and Y/n giving him a deadpan look. âNope, pretty sure I donât. Itâs like an encyclopedia of mythical creatures.â Stiles informs the other boy. âHow am I the only one that doesnât seem to know anything about this stuff?â The McCall boy sounds frustrated now. âOkay, calm down. Thatâs why you have us, we do the research for you and have enough information on hand for whenever you may need it.â His sister assures him, getting a nod of appreciation from him. âOkay, you know youâre our best friend, youâre a creature of the night, itâs kind of like a priority of ours to know this kind of stuff.â The Stilinski boy adds. âOkay. If we can find it, and it can tell us what this thing isââand who.â Stiles cuts off. All three nodding. âWe need that book.â All three say together, causing a horrified look to come to the Stilesâ face, the twins not even phased. The trio stand up and head to their next class, hoping to figure out a plan to get this book and finally figure out what their up against, but deep down they know itâs not going to be that easy.
Back in the counselor's office Lydia sits across from the woman on the other side of her desk. âYouâre not even French, are you?â The strawberry blonde deflects. âFrench-Canadian.â She tells the young girl. âWhich means youâre Canadian who speaks French. And swing as Iâm placing my mental health in your hands, how about you tell me what, as a French teacher, qualifies you to be a guidance counselor?â Lydia continues to rant, steering the conversation away from herself. âI have a masterâs in behavioral psychology and have done over 300 hours of field work.â She explains. âHm. Ca va bien.â Lydia replies dismissively. âIf youâre really fine, what are you doing here?â The counselor asks. âAppeasing my parent so they donât take away my car keys.â The strawberry blonde replies smugly. âHave you talked to your friends about what happened to you?â âYeah. Theyâre great.â Sheâs not lying about that part, but she is lying about talking to them about this. âTotally supportive.â She finishes. The woman takes another approach hoping to get a glimpse into the young teen in front of her. âDo you trust them?â âImplicitly.â The older of the two doesnât look convinced but hides it well. âGood. But still be cautious.â She warns. Lydia becomes defensive, as she fires back her own question. âWhy? Because sometimes the people closest to you can be the ones holding you back the most?â She wasnât expecting that answer to come from Lydia, and the surprised expression says before her words even could. âIndeed.â She answers simply. âDid you read that somewhere?â She questions, another attempt to get the student to talk. âI donât know. Maybe I heard it.â More confusion comes to the Martin girl, a lot of things arenât adding up for her, and the control freak in her, isnât having much fun with that aspect. âWeâll, it sounds like whoever said it left an impression.â
Inside the locker room Jackson had pulled Danny aside to get his help. âHey, I need you to see if you can brighten the resolution on this.â Jackson says, handing him a small memory chip. âSure.â Danny answer without hesitation. âWhatever you find, you need to keep it to yourself, got it?â The Whitmore boy stresses. He trusts Danny, Dannyâs his best friend, but he doesnât trust others around him and wants to keep whatever is or may be going on away from the ears of hunters. âWhatâs on it?â Jackson shakes his head, and he answers awkwardly. âItâs just me in my room, in bed.â âIâm supposed to watch you in bed. You remember all the times I told you youâre not my type?â Danny explains to the boy. Again. A humorless chuckle comes out of Jackson. âJust do it. Oh, and, uh, F.Y.Iâ- Iâm everyone type.â And with that he walks off checking the locker room as he goes to make sure no one heard or seen.
Allison sits on a bench outside in the front of the school. She wears a smile as she listens to Stiles, âI think you meanââ she starts but is cut off by Stiles. âNo, I mean bestiary. And the two of you, I donât want to know whatâs going on in your heads.â He blurts off quickly. âOkay, um, can you describe this thing?â She asks, more seriously this time. âUh, itâs probably, like, a book. Old, wornââ he starts to describe what it may look like. âLike, bound in leather?â Allison asks, thinking back to the book that fell out of her grandfatherâs coat pocket.
Stiles runs down the hall catching up to Scott and grabbing his shoulder to stop him. âYes⌠seen her grandfather with a book like that.â The Stilinski boy tells his best friend excitedly.
The boy runs back out to the young Argent girl, out of breath. âWhere⌠does he⌠keep it?â He pants out.
Scott closes his locker just as the Stilinski boys body comes crashing into the lockers beside him. âShe says⌠it has to... office.â He pants painfully. âAhh. Agh.â He dramatically tries to catch his breath.
Back outside standing in front of Allison, he takes a haul off of Scottâs old inhaler and inhaled sharply. âYou know, drug dealers have been using disposable cell phones pretty successfully for years.â He tells her. Getting a shake of the girlâs head. âMy parents check every call, email, and text message I send. Trust me, theyâd find it.â The Argent girl replies. âAll right. Can you get the book?â Heâs overs this back and forth between the two teens. âNot without his keys.â
Gerard locks his office door, placing the key ring into his coat pocket as he turns to his granddaughter. Stiles had grabbed Y/n after her class to come up with a plan on how to get the older manâs keys and get the bestiary. So here Allison was on her end of the plan, taking her grandfather to the lacrosse game to keep him busy and outside of the school, get the keys, hand them to Stiles and Y/n without getting caught. âI need to warn you, by the by the way. You might need to be a little patient with me.â He tells her. âHow come?â Worry lacing her tone. âIâll probably have a lot of questions, seeing as Iâve never actually seen a lacrosse game before.â He informs her warmly. A chuckle leaves her as she links arms with her grandpa and they make their way to the field, at least with those many questions he may need answered will keep him distracted.
Matt and Danny walk up to Jackson who is sitting on the players bench, getting his gear ready, a look of betrayal crosses him as he sees the two standing in front of him with a tablet in Dannyâs hands. âWhat the hell is this?â He demands standing to their height. âI thought I could trust you.â Matt is the one to answer, obviously not understanding the other boyâs reactions and also not caring. âRelax, itâs my camera, okay? He just needed to ask me some questions.â He tells the Whitmore boy. âMattâs the one who found it anyway.â Danny tells his friend. Still pissed off, he asks the question though anyways, he needs to know. âFound what?â Danny moves the tablet so Jackson can see the screen, itâs just him sleeping. âThere.â Matt tells him pointing to the screen. âThere, what?â Jackson asks, not seeing a damn thing. âItâs an edit point. Itâs been looped. Two hours worth.â His best friend explains. âWhat does that mean?â âThat means thereâs two hours of footage⌠missing.â Matt chimes in. The Whitmore boys brown knit together, even more confused than before, why would the footage be missing, where did it go, who looped the video. All these questions and no answers.
The game starts, and thatâs Scott part of the plan, of course what better way to distract a man then by making him watch the school game, the man being principal now, it might look bad if he doesnât come to support one game. Number 9 of the beacon hills team is thrown to the ground and the crowd letâs put groans of emphatic pain. âCome on!â Coach Finstock blows his whistle with words of disproval. âIs that thing even a teenager?â He asks, referring to number 42 of the beavers, the opposing team. To be fair the boy is huge looks like he may have morphed with two other team members. âI wanna see a birth certificate!â Finstock continues. Stiles and Y/n are sitting on the bench looking up and watching his rant, Stiles looks slightly scared. âWho or what is that generic experiment gone wrong?â Coach asks the teens as he sits down on the bench beside them. âEddie Onomowitz, coach. They call him the Abomination.â Stiles responds. âWeâll thatâs cute.â The man answered sarcastically. He spares a glance at Y/n and nods in acknowledgement. Heâs stop asking what sheâs doing in the players bench, heâs stop telling her to sit with the rest of the school, she doesnât listen, plus she doesnât disturb anyone just sits with her brother and Stiles.
Jackson walks up to Scott on the field and pushes his shoulder. âMcCall. What are you waiting for? This is the semi-finalsâ bring that roid-head into the ground.â He says harshly. âMe? Youâre the one that said I was a cheater.â The sudden change gives the boy whiplash. âAnd that freak of nature on the field is fair?â He makes a good point. âDo something?â He adds. The McCall boy grits his teeth. âI canât. Not while Allisonâs grandfather is here.â He nods his head in the direction of Gerard and Allison sitting up in the bleachers.
Allison is trying to think of a way to get his keys, thankfully the weather seems to be on her side. She rubs the arms and lifts her shoulders to chin level for a minute then lowers them. âI know I should have brought and warmer jacket.â He tells her grandfather. âYouâre cold.â He states, standing up to remove his coat. âHere take my coat.â âAre you sure?â The burnet asks, also standing up and allowing him to place the jacket around her shoulders. âOh, yeah.â Wrapping the jacket around her even more they sit back down. Allison makes slow movements to check the pocket in the right, but it comes up empty, making the same slow movements to check the left pocket she sighs in relief to know the plan is still a go. She grabs them carefully and closes her hands around them, looking back at her Gerard and the field, more so the bench to get Y/nâs attention. Y/n has been looking back at the argent girl every few seconds waiting for the signal, so it only takes a few seconds for the McCall girl to look back, Allison giving and subtle nod to let her friend know she has the keys in hand, and is now ready for the couples part of the plan, getting the book, and one for look out in-case someone comes in. Y/n gently nudges Stilesâ arm with hers. âSheâs got the keys.â She whispers when he turns to face her. Nodding they boy stand up and make their way quickly to the side of the bleachers where Allison is sitting against the railing, so itâs easier to pass to them without anyone seeing. The players tackle each other trying to get the ball. âGood god, is it always this violent?â The older Argent asks, looking back at the field just in time for her friends to walk by her and for Y/n to quietly take the keys from her hand and continues to walk off towards the school with Stiles next her.
Matt walks up beside Melissa McCall as a beacon hill player in being carried off, complaining he canât feel his legs. âHe belongs to you?â He asked her. As he held up his camera to take a few pictures. âNo, mine is still on the field. While Iâm here really is wishing he would have stuck to tennis.â She tells the boy, who brings his camera done to look at the screen. Melissa looks to Matt and down at his camera. âAre you on the yearbook photographer?â She makes conversation. âNo, I just take pictures.â Staring off to the other side of the field. âJust lacrosse, or other things?â She asks still looking back from the camera to the boy. Matt doesnât answer for a moment looking back at the display screen looking through the few photos he had just taken. Y/n sitting on the bench next to Stiles, but itâs zoomed in enough where only Y/n is in the frame. The next is her standing from the bench to walk off, the jeans sheâs wearing fitting snugly. Another of Allison sitting on the bleachers, again that one is zoomed in just enough that sheâs the only one in the frame. Y/n and Allison as they do the key exchange. âAnything that catches my eye.â He responds, as he walks off away from the twinsâ mothers. It leaves her feeling kind of strange with how he said those words.
Stiles and Y/n jog through the parking lot on the way to the school doors but are stopped by a familiar parked car with the interior light on. Lydiaâs car. The two notice the strawberry blonde is crying and share a look of sorry before walking over to the driverâs side. âHey Lydia, whatâs wrong?â The Stilinski boy asks, the girl in question scoffs and rolls up her window. âLydia, come... on.â Stiles says knocking on the window. âJust go away.â She tells him. Y/n moves into view and knocks. âLydia, roll down the window. Whatâs wrong?â She asks gently, itâs rare sight for her to see her best friend cry. âWhatâs wrong?â Stiles asks again, so much worry behind the words. âLook, I donât need anyone seeing me cry.â Lydia raises her voice, it breaks at the end, but still hold power. âAw, come on, Lydia.â Stiles is still talking to her. The H/C haired girl beside him opens her mouth to say something, more along the lines of open the damn door, so she can better comfort her friend, but Stilesâ voice sounds again. âLook, you shouldnât of people see you cry, all right? Especially you.â Y/n hears the love, the adoration. She thinks quickly, they have something to do right now, and theyâre on a time frame, which is running out. âWhy?â The greened eyed girl asks softly. âBecause I think you look really beautiful when you cry.â He tells her. Y/n canât deny heâs right, Lydia is effortlessly beautiful, and the strawberry blonde knows it and owns it another thing she likes about her. An internal laugh came through her. Their running out of time. Lydia rolls down the window and the younger McCall twin smiles.
Coach Finstock holds up two fingers in front of Dannyâs face, while the boy holds an ice pack to his forehead. âHow many fingers am I holding up?â He asks his player. âFour?â Danny questions. âSay two.â Danny opens his eyes wider hoping that might help with the blurriness. âTwo?â He responds. Finstock smiles and stands up. âPerfect. Now, come on! Get out there and have a stick.â Handing the boy, a stick and pushing him out onto the field. âYouâre still short one player, coach.â Someone calls to him. âWhereâs Stilinski? Whereâs Stilinski?â He yells, looking around, but not seeing anyone. He finds Erica and Boyd sitting in the bleachers. âYou! You!â He points to Boyd. âYou play lacrosse?â He asks. Erica looks panicked, she grabs the boysâ arm, stopping him from standing up and going to the field. âUh-uh. Derek wonât like this.â The blonde warns him. âYeah, but I will.â He answers confidently as he stands up taking off his dark brown leather jacket. âYeah. Oh, ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!â Finstock cheers loudly. âWeâve got ourselves a player!â
âYouâre gonna think Iâm crazy.â Lydia cries out to the two standing outside her car. Y/n shakes her head no. From what happened at the hospital and from what Scott explained happened with Lydia at the ice rink, she has a strong feeling the same thing happening to her is happening to Lydia, so even if the Martin girl is crazy, she wonât be alone. âLydia, if you trust me on anything, you can trust me on this. There is nothing that you can say to me that will make you sound crazy. Literally nothing.â He emphasizes the last part because itâs true. Stiles lifts his head at the distance cheering, remembering the game and that he has to get the book now. A conflicting look washes over him. âOh. Can you just give me 5 minutes?â He asks. Both girls staring at him like âwhat the hell?â âI know Iâm sorry, just... stay here, um, continue crying,â she shakes her head in disbelief at the boy outside the window. âOr not crying if you want or whateverââ his rant his cut off by Y/n. âStiles stay here with her, talk to her, she seems to be okay taking to you, give me the keys Iâve got the book.â She tells him. âWhat, no. Are you sure? Who will be look out?â He rushes out. âYes. Iâm sure. Give me the keys. Text me if you see anyone coming.â The boy hesitates, so she just grabs the keys. âIâll be fine, Iâll be quick. Stay with her. Iâll text when Iâm out.â He canât protest or argue anymore she was walking backwards towards to doors as she was talking and now she out of ear shot, he watches her walk up to the double doors and walking inside the school, out of view when the doors close behind her. A few seconds debating if he should follow, he tunes back to Lydia then looks around the parking lot to make sure no one is going into the school then back to the girl sitting in her car. âOkay, so whatâs wrong? Tell whatâs going on?â He makes up his mind and stays, if anyone can handle getting this book, even on their own, itâs Y/n. Sheâs smart, sheâs alert and pays attention to her surroundings, and worse comes to worse sheâs small, and she can use that to her advantage if she has to hide.
Y/n jogs to the office, it takes a couple keys and a couples tries to get the door open, but when she does, she wastes no time at all going inside and looking through everything. She moves quickly but not enough where, she makes a mess, or as to where she canât place things back in their original places, she takes Gerard for a man that would know if even the most unimportant thing even a millimeter out of place and she doesnât want to risk anything when it comes to him, he scares her. No, he terrifies her. Thatâs a man who doesnât care who gets in his way, heâll take down without a second thought to get to what heâs really after. She moves through the stack of papers on his desks, then his desk draws. The file cabinet, but sheâs coming up empty handed. âDamn it. Where the hell is this stupid book.â A few more minutes of searching and still not finding it, she pulls out her phone to send a text to Allison.
Y/n: Nothing here.
Hitting send, she jumps back a person walking into the office fear crosses her when she thinks it might be Gerard or any of his hunter buddies, but itâs just Erica. She sends a quick S.O.S text to Stiles to get to the office now. She doesnât want to be alone with the overly confident newly turned werewolf who doesnât seem to like her much since she turned. Y/n isnât entirely sure why Erica dislikes her so much all of a sudden. âHello Y/n.â She speaks. âWhat are you doing here?â She asks. âI could ask you the same thing. I saw Stiles getting cozy with the redhead.â She taunts the McCall girl. Y/n doesnât answer, she not taking the bait. âThatâs got to bother you. Him out there having a nice little chat, while youâre in here all alone.â âIs there something you need Erica?â The werewolf giggles. Before Erica can say anything, else Stiles comes into the doorway. âWhatâs going on?â He asks looking at his girlfriend. âJust some girl talk.â Erica answers with a fake smile.
A firm grip on both Stiles and Y/nâs arms Erica leads them into the pool room. Y/n winces a little with extra pressure thatâs applied to her upper arm as the blondesâ claws dig into her skin just enough to leave a small amount of blood from each claw. Derek is standing and waiting. Heâs obviously not excepting Y/n as well, his face shows the bit of shock, but changes back to the stone-cold look he normally sports around them the smell of blood hits senses, hers. His eye follow to Ericaâs hand tightly around Y/nâs arm. âLet go.â He demands staring deadly at his female beta. The feeling in the girlsâ arm comes back as the weight comes on off. âAh, ah, ah. Yeah.â Stiles starts when Erica makes her way to stand beside Derek. He should have seen this coming. âStiles.â âDerek.â The boy sounds bored and unimpressed. âWhat did you see at the mechanics garage?â The oldest of the four asks, a fast glance at Y/n, who looks regretful. She told Derek what she saw, she told him what Stiles had told her what happened before she showed up, in this moment sheâs thinking she shouldnât have told him anything, but she doesnât say anything, sheâs waiting to see where this conversation goes. âUh, several alarming EPA violations that Iâm seriously considering reporting.â The Stilinski boy answers sarcastically. His sarcasm is always something she can count on. Derek though doesnât look impressed by his answer. His claws puncture the basketball heâs holding, the air leaves it and is flattened by the Alpha wolf. âHoly god.â Concern comes off of the younger boy. âLetâs try that again.â Derek tells him and drops the ball to the ground.
Out on the field the game is tied. 9-9 theyâre in the 4th quarter and only a minute and four seconds to go. Next shot wins the game, the stress is apparent on everyoneâs face, wondering who the winning team will be. Allisonâs phone goes off notifying her of a text. Itâs from Y/n telling her the boom isnât in the office.
Boyd stands in the middle of the field waiting for the game to resume, his eyes theyâre golden yellow beta color, heâs not even trying to hide it, he doesnât care, heâs playing the game, heâs winning the game, heâs taking in the rush if it all. Scott runs up to him, he needs to stop him from playing, not only is he possibly dangerous, but with a werewolf hunter who doesnât care about him only being 16 is sitting in the bleachers watching the game, Boyd isnât just putting himself in danger of the hunters he is putting all of them in danger. âYou need to get of the field. Your eyes, someoneâs gonna see you.â The whistle blows and Boyd ignores Scott, as he growls and run past him, on his way to get the ball. âGet us on top! Get us on top!â Coach is chanting to his players. The winning goal is made by Scott and the crowd erupts in cheers and applause. A player of the other team not being happy about losing the game, comes up slams their body into Scott, sending him roughly to the ground. The cracks of his leg can be heard throughout the field and along with the gasps of the audience. The cheering stops and the referee blows the whistle, Allison runs down the bleachers and on to the field along with Scottâs mother. The pain is excruciating as he lays and withers on the ground, groaning in pain. âIâm fine, Iâm healing. Itâs okay.â He tells Allison as sheâs the first to reach him. âThe book.â He adds. âItâs not in his office. Itâs gotta be at the house.â His girlfriend tells him. âScott, your leg.â Itâs bent at an unnatural angle. âOh, my god, your leg is broken.â She tells him, worried. âNot for long.â He moves to sit up as his mother and coach comes running up. âDonât move.â Finstock tells him. âScottââ âitâs okay, itâs okay.â He tells them, not standing, his leg almost fully healed. âIâm fine, Iâm fine.â He says more to his mom this time. âI could have sworn I literally heard bone breaking from where I sat.â Relief coming over her as she looks at the not broken leg of her son. âHeard it? I felt it.â Coach said. Gerard looking at the boy knowingly. âSeriously, guys, Iâm fine.â Scott tells them again. Allison making her way to stand with Gerard. âWe should go.â She tells him. âHold on.â He says, then looks to Scott, the same knowing look. âI want to ask him one more thing.â
Stiles letâs out a sigh, heâs done with Derek. âAll right, the thing was pretty slick looking. Um, skin was dark. Kind of patterned. Uh, I think I actually saw scales. Is that enough? Okay? Cause I have somebody I really need to talk to.â Stiles growing more impatient by the second, Lydia and him were talking she was opening up about what was going on, but when Y/n had texted he had bolted with a promise to be right back. But Derek wanted more. Y/n didnât understand this, she knew Derek knew everything already, so what was with this weird game he was playing at. Stiles grunts. âUm, all right, fine. Eyes. Eyes are, um⌠yellow-ish and silted. It has a lot of teeth. Oh, and it has a tail, too.â Stiles finished. Y/n frowns, thereâs an odd feeling of dread in her chest, it came out of no where, she starts to look around discreetly. Beside her, beside Stiles, behind the two werewolves, she canât see anything that screams danger, but she sure as hell feels it, the feeling gets stronger and it leaves what she can describe as a nauseous feeling in the pit of her stomach. At the end of the teens description, both Derek and Erica had slowly started to look up, noticing some movement behind the two teens a foot or two in front of them, seeing what Stiles had just told them. âAre we good?â He added. He wanted to get back to Lydia. The look on their faces makes Stiles throw out some questions of his own. âWhat? What, have you seen it? You guys have this look like you know exactly what Iâm talking about.â A hand on her wrist brought her back to the group. Derek had reached out his arm slowly, trying not to make fast sudden movements, his hand coming up to grab Y/nâs arm and pulling her closer, and half behind him, Stilesâ confused by that gesture, and the fearful look on Ericaâs face made him look up and behind him to see the creature from the auto shop on the railing looking down at all four of them, Y/nâs eyes followed everyone elseâs, seeing the same horrifying creature she saw only a few nights ago. Stiles jumps back to be standing next to Y/n. It lets out a loud hissing screech and jumps down the from the ledge, landing in front of the group. Derek pushes Y/n back further, who also grabs a hold of Stiles so he can follow her, the Alpha werewolf crouches down, eyes red and lets out a roar.
The reptile looking thing swipes itâs arm against Ericaâs legs, throwing her into the wall, knocking her out. Derek turns back to the other two and pushes into Stilesâ chest. âRun!â He yells. Stiles takes the McCall girls hand and goes to turn in the way of the exit, but a blur of the creature makes them turn back to Derek. âDerek, your neck.â Stiles says. It had scratched the back of his neck, a clean cut, the toxins entering his spine, and within seconds his body had almost no feeling. Stiles and Y/n running up and catching him before he could hit the ground, both putting one of Derekâs arms around their shoulders, to help get him out, with what little movement he could fight to keep he used to help move his legs, the advance healing he had, made the toxin take over a little slower then in he was fully human. And hand fisting the girls jacket sleeve as tight as he could to make sure she stayed right there beside him. Or maybe to keep his mind grounded. âWhere is it?â âCan you see it?â Both teenagers asked at the same time. âNo, just hurry.â Derek tells them, heâs losing more and more feeling, heâs fighting hard to fight off the toxins but even he can only do that for so long. âCall Scott.â He tells them. Stiles hurriedly pulls out his phone, but it slips and falls to the ground, letting go of Derek with fast movements to grab his phone, it was to fast for Derek to try and stand and to fast for Y/n to move quick enough to stop the man from falling over, causing him to fall right into the pool. âStiles, you son of aâŚâ but his words were cut off as the water engulfed him and the lack of feeling in his body, he couldnât keep himself afloat and there for he sank to the bottom. There wasnât a thought, or a pause as Y/n jumped into the water after him,
Swimming down to grab a hold of his shirt and began pulling them both up the surface. Stiles paused, looking between his phone in the ground and the pool, back to his phone, then the pool, then his phone, Y/n and Derek came up from under the water, she was doing a good job of holding him up but he was definitely bigger and heavier then her, she couldnât hold up for long on her own, forgetting his phone he jumped into the pool and getting to the other side of the man to help his best friend keep the temporarily paralyzed man above the water. âWhere did it go?â Y/n asked, breathing heavier then normal, all three looking around the room trying to find where this thing went. âWhere is it? Do you see it?â Stiles repeated questions they asked only a few minutes ago. âNo.â Derek replies. âOkay, maybe it took off.â Stiles said hopeful. âNo. Itâs still here.â Y/n told them. She couldnât see it, but she felt it, not exactly it itself, just the threat it brought along. The creature screams, all three still looking around. âMaybe not.â Derek replies to Stiles false hopefulness.
Meanwhile as Derek, Y/n and Stiles are fighting to keep each other from drowning or being ripped apart from some unknown monster, Scott is having a painfully awkward dinner with the Argents.
âWill you two get me out of here before I drown?â Derek snarks. âYouâre worried about drowning?â Stiles asks sarcastically. âHave you forgotten about that thing with multiple rows of razor-sharp teeth? Honestly, Iâd rather drown, then find out what that things going to do when it gets a hold of us!â Y/n snarks back. âDid you notice that Iâm paralyzed from the neck down in eight feet of water?â Derek yells the last part, frustrated at the situation. âOkay, you need to calm your alpha ass!â She yells back. This arguing isnât helping the situation. âOkay. I donât see it.â Stiles tells them, heâs looking in every dark corner his eyes will make out and he canât see this thing. The two that can still had feeling in their bodies started to move towards the edge of the pool taking Derek with them. âWait, wait, wait, wait.â They didnât get far before the older of the three-starting repeating. âStop, stop.â He told them. looking off near the entrance of the pool room, the couple following his line of sight, to watch the creature stalk in on all fours. It hisses as it slowly crawls along the edge of the pool. âWhatâs its waiting for?â Stiles nervously asks. Their all panting, the struggle to stay about the surface becoming harder. It reaches the ledge and puts a hand in the water, then retracts it, like the water had just burned it, quickly moving back away from the water. âWait, do you see that?â The Stilinski boy asks. âI donât think it can swim.â He adds. âIt seems afraid of the water.â Y/n puts in.
The lizard looking creature goes back to its slow crawl around the pool edge, but it doesnât try to enter the water again, leaving the three to come up with a plan on getting out of here. âOkay, okay. I donât think I can do this for much longer.â Stiles admits. Heâs not wrong, Y/n is feeling the same way, her body hurts, itâs tired and itâs only a matter of time before she lets go. Stiles is looking at where his phone lies just outside the pool. âNo, no, no! Donât even think about it.â Derek tells the boy as he seems to know what heâs thinking. âCould you just trust me this once?â He asks. âNo!â He declares. While she listened to the two bicker, she kept her eyes on where the creature was and what it was doing, it hadnât done anything different, but she was afraid to take her eyes off of it. âWeâre the only ones keeping you alive, okay? Have you noticed that?â âAnd when the paralysis wears off, whoâs gonna be able to fight that thing, you or me?â Their back and forth continues. âThatâs why weâve been holding you up for the past two hours?â âYup. You donât trust me. I donât trust you. But you need me to survive, which is why youâre not letting me go.â Derek states matter-of-fact. The two boys just stare each other down. Until after a few seconds Stiles letâs go. âStiles!â Both Derek and Y/n call out to. The fast shift and the extra weight put on her without warning or time to prepare for it sends both under water, Derek still paralyzed he canât swim, and Y/n exhausted letâs the water take her under for a second. Derekâs body falls to the floor of the pool again, Y/n fights to move into the water to reach him. Stiles moves spastically throw the water to grab his phone the monster comes up to him, fast, but he able to grab the phone and push himself further into the pool away from the ledge before it can make contact with him. He dials Scott it rings a few times before the boy answers. âScott!â He tells down the other end of the phone. âI canât talk right nowâ he tells his friend and hangs up.
Y/n finds just enough strength to grab a hold of Derek and push them up closer to the surface, itâs slower and takes energy she doesnât have, just before she breaks the surface Stiles reaches down and grabs both of them helping the rest of the way, the younger teenagers hold onto the older man once again. âTell me you got him!â Derek asks.
Scott speeds up to the school parking the car right outside the school, getting out of the car and calling Stiles, he doesnât get an answer but he leaves a voice message. âStiles, where are you guys? I need Gerardâs keys. Thereâs a USB drive on it. Thatâs the bestiary.â He hangs up and call his sister, also getting no answer. Unknown to be that, that phone is dead. Itâs been in her back pocket, whiles sheâs been in pool for two hours. And Stilesâ phone was resting at the bottom of the pool where he had dropped it to be able to help Y/n and Derek.
Scott makes his way to office, the door open and the keys still hanging from the door knob, with neither his sister or best friend in sight. He takes the key. Heâs stopped by the sound of the creatures screeching screams.
The three stuck in the pool are still fighting their way to the edge. âI canât stay up and longer.â Stiles tells them. âWe need something to hold onto.â Y/n told him. Stiles spotting the diving boards and starting moving that way, Y/n following after. reaching out they both grab a handle, but their hands slip, all three slipping under water with gasps. Y/n inhaling a mouth full of water, they werenât under more than a second before Scottâs hands came down pulling them out and on the mostly dry ground with a thud. The boys gasping for air, while Y/n rolls onto her side coughing up water. âY/n?â Derek voice is heard from beside her. âI'm alright.â she tells him quietly. The older McCall lets out an angry roar and the creature comes barreling into him rolling away from the three still on the ground. It tails loops around Scottâs ankle and throws him into a mirror and landing onto the shattered pieces. It hisses as it makes it way towards him, Scott picks up a large shard of glass to better help defend himself. It sees its reflection and stops to look at it, like it doesnât understand. It leaps forward, but instead of attacking itâs jumps up onto the wall and climbs over the railing onto the high ceiling and out the sky window in the center shattered glass falling from it. Scott looks up confused looking to the few watching with the same expressions. The toxin starting to wear off Derek had pulled himself up resting on the lower diving board ledge. Stiles now sitting up as well, Y/n in the middle but sheâs not looking at her brother or the two on either side of her, sheâs looking up at the broken window that thing had escaped from, retracing its tracks, then down to meet her brothersâ eyes, then meeting the others.
The twins and Stiles are standing at the hood of their car, laptop sitting there, USB from Gerardâs key ring plugged into it as the trio look through it. âWhat the hell is this?â Y/n asks. They canât make any of it out. âIs that even a language?â Stiles asks next. âHow are we supposed to figure out what this thing is?â Scottâs asks next. None of them have the answers to the questions they just asked. âItâs called a kanima.â Derek tells them as him and Erica walk up. âYou knew the whole time.â Stiles stated. âNo. Only when it was confused by its own reflection.â He told them. âIt doesnât know what it is.â The twins say, coming to understand its reaction. âOr who.â Derek finishes. âWhat else do you know?â The hazel eyed boy questions. Derek shakes his head. âJust stories. Rumors'.â âBut itâs like us?â âA shapeshifter, yes.â Derek replies to Scottâs question. âBut itâs not right.â He adds. âWhat do you mean itâs not right?â Y/n pushes. âItâs like aââ Derek starts to answer. âAbomination.â Stiles pipes in. The older wolf nods. Derek and Erica moving to walk off. âDerek!â Scottâs voice stops the man. âWe need to work together on this. Maybe even tell the Argents.â Scott tells him. Getting a look from his sister that he misses. She loves Alison, she doesnât mind having to tell Allison all of this, but her family, no. âYou trust them?â Derek asks shocked, after everything he has told him even after things he has seen, he doesnât understand how the boy can even think about trusting them. âNobody trusts anyone. Thatâs the problem. While weâre here arguing about whoâs on what side, thereâs something scarier, stronger and faster than any of us, and itâs killing people! And we still donât even know anything about it!â Scott shouts. âI know one thing.â Derek starts as he walks away. âWhen I find it.. Iâm gonna kill it.â He declares.
The McCall twins has pulled up to the front doors of the hospital, waiting to pick up their mother from her shift. Both stepping out of the car, Scott is stopped by Gerard walking up and plunging a large blade into the boys stomach, a grunt of pain leaves him and a gasp leaves his sister who is standing on the other side of the car looking at them. âDonât move.â The werewolf hunter demands. Y/n looks at him and Scott catches it in the corner of his eye, he looks over giving her look that says âdonâtâ he knows heâll heal, and as far as he knows no one knows about his sister, and he wants to keep it that way, at least until she learns to fully be in control of it. Y/n hesitates, but listens as she watches this situation play out horrified. âEven though I can practically feel the tissue around the blade already trying to heal, you never know with a beta.â His voice and conviction behind it is scares both of the twins. Scott looks like heâs about to pass out, but if he is, he fights through it. âBesides, weâd lose this perfect picture. The kind old grandfather embracing his favorite grandson after hearing good news from the doctor.â Gerard pushes the blade in further and twists. Y/nâs on the brink of tears, watching this. She wants to do something, but if it doesnât work, sheâs putting her brother in more danger. So, she stands helplessly. âThatâs right. I can play the nice, doddering grandpa who likes to cook and tell stories and be sweet and charming.â He mocks affectionately ruffles Scottâs hair. âAnd trust me, I can do it far better than you playing average broken hearted teenage boy!â He continues to push around the blade. âAre you listening?â The man asks. âYes.â Scott groans out. âPerfect. Now your gonna do me a favor one of these days. And youâre gonna do it because, if you donât, this knife goes into her.â Gerard says looking right at his sister, Scott following his eyes. â And her.â He adds shifting his gaze to their mother saying goodbye to a co-worker just inside the doors. Fear over comes him at the thought of either of them being harmed and fear goes through Y/n like a blade at the thought of their mother getting caught in the crossfires of this mess they canât seem to get themselves out of. âScott. I truly believe itâs so much easier when bad things donât have to happen to good people. Donât you agree?â âYes.â The boy grits out. Gerard spares a finally look at the twins, before taking the knife out and walking off like nothing happened. âScott.â Y/nâs voice breaks, which almost scares him because heâs not use to that, but he can understand it, if roles were reversed and heâd be feeling the same way. âIâm okay. Itâs healing.â He reassures her. âHey, there.â Melissa says, coming up to her kids with a smile, that smile flatters when she sees the pained look on her son, and looking to see the terrified look and unshed tears in her daughtersâ eyes. âYou two, okay?â She asks urgency lacing her words. âYeah.â Both answers, neither convincingly, due to what had just happened. âEverythingâs fine.â He tells himself and his sister. Neither believe it.
Lighten strikes behind the food mart gas station as Allison pulls up the gas pump, turning the car off and stepping out she grabs the nozzle and starts filling the car, alone other then a motorcycle she glances around her surroundings. The bell to the store door dings as a man steps out and climbs on the bike going to put his helmet on, he takes notices of the tall burnet, she tells his stare and turns to face him, he smiles and nods then proceeds to place his helmet over his head, Allison watches as he drives off. The lights the gas station turn off and without wasting time she takes the nozzle of her car and back in itâs holder, quickly getting inside her car going to turn the engine on, only to notice the keys arenât in there, looking around the front seat she doesnât find them, getting out of the car and searching the ground outside near where she was standing still not finding them, she stops abruptly when the sound of keys jingling his heard, looking around she sees nothing and no one, but a few seconds later hears the keys again the sound continues as sheâs still looking around for where the noise could be coming from. A black sack is pulled over her head and is dragged away letting out a gasp and a scream. The sack is removed from her head, she is in a dark abandoned house tied to a chair and a ragged tied around her mouth, as she struggles to get free, terror running through her, she looks up to see her father is tied to a chair across from her and a ragged tied around his month as well. Allisonâs breath become fast and shallow as she begins to panic, more and more fear and uncertainty taking over, becoming to be to much for her to handle. âEver wonder what happens if a hunter gets bitten, Allison?â An unfamiliar voice sounds from behind her. âEver wonder what happens if you get bitten?â The voice continues, her whimpering getting louder, Chris grunts as he tries hard to get free from his bindings.
âWhat do you think your father would do? What do you think heâd have to do?â Chris tried harder, and Allison starts to quiet as she starts to think, really think what her father would do, would he kill her, would he lock her up, would she be an expectation cause sheâs his daughter, his only daughter, his only child. As Chris pulls hard and harder against his restraints the chair starts to creak, a moment or two late the back of chair snaps and he stands up getting his wrists free and taking the rag out of his month. A man comes up between the older Argent and hands him a phone playing a recording. âWhen all it would take to change everything is⌠one bite.â He shows the phone to her, and pushes stop and hands it back to the person behind him. Allison now instead of looking scared, now looks pissed. Chris stands now revealing the other man to be the owner of the motorcycle at the gas station. âEverything changes.â Chris tells his daughter as he removes the rag from her month. âIs this how weâre gonna do father/daughter talks from now on?â She asks through gritted teeth. âNo, this is how weâre gonna train you.â He tells her as he points a stern finger at her. She lets out a calming breath, finally able to breathe again, not entirely but enough. âDo you know why we use arrows?â He asks his daughter. âThey canât heal until itâs taken out.â Chris turns around an unimpressed look upon his face holding a broken arrow up for her to see. âLook familiar?â He asks. And equally unimpressed look on the Argent girls face. âYou were going to kill himâ âthatâs right. And if we find Isaac on another full moon, we will kill him. Thatâs the hard choice we make. But it wasnât my choice.â His voice loud until the last sentence. He hated the idea of killing innocent kids even werewolves. âGerard?â She asked. A slight shake of his head and a cold dark look in his eyes. âNo.â He walks behind her chair and leans over. âYou see, our family has a surprisingly progressive tradition. Knowing wars and violence are typically started by men, we place the final decisions, the hard ones⌠with the women.â He explains. Realization fills Allison. âOur sons are trained to be soldiers. Our daughters, to be leaders.â He finishes his explanation, placing the broken arrow in her hands that are tied behind her back, pressing a kiss to the top of her head and walking away. âTraining starts now. Time her.â He demands the other man in the room, grabbing his jacket from him and leaving the old Hale house. The mystery man hitting start timer on the phone before following behind the Argent man, leaving Allison alone in the dark house with her thoughts as she starts to slide the point of the arrow back and forth against the black rope, linking her wrists together tightly.
She walks out of the half-burnt house rubbing her hands over her sore wrists, walking towards the man standing at her car, when he sees her, he pushes the stop button. âCongrats.â He spoke. âFor what, it took me two and half hours.â She said, standing by the driver side of her car. âIt took me three when I did it.â He reassures her, causes a small smile to spread on the burnets face, as she gets in her car and driving off, leaving the man and his motorcycle behind. After he canât see her car, the man takes a step towards his bike only to be stopped by something touching her leg, looking down he sees what appears to a large snake, his confused features donât last long as it curls around his ankle and pulls back sending the bike owner face first into the ground below him. And claw slashes across the back of his neck, his hand going up the scratch as he turns into his back to see if he can see what just attacked him, he scrambles to his feet unsteadily pulling out and cocking his gun, taking a few steps back, breathing seemingly becoming harder, his hand going back to his neck, looking into the wooded area with his hold on the gun wavering, same with his footing, all feeling in his body seems to disappear, he drops the gun and falls to his knees, seeing a scaled creature on two legs, long white almost see through claws, dripping in some sort of clear substance before then falling to his stomach on the ground.
Gym class, rocking climbing. Scott and Allison side by side as itâs their turn. The rest of the class in the floor watching and waiting, mostly for the class to be over. âIt had a tail. I donât have a tail.â Scottâs says to the girl next to him. She smiles. âMaybe you just havenât grown it yet.â She jokes with him. Scott playfully scoffs before answering. âIâm not growing a tail. Ever.â As he continues to climb the wall, looking up to see Allison ahead of him but moving slower then him. âAre you slowing down for me?â He asks almost offended. âI was waiting for youâ she defends sweetly. âWhat? Waiting for me to catch up?â âYou looked like you were strugglingâ she beams at him. Scottâs leans back off the wall slightly to get a better view of her ass. âMaybe I was admiring the view.â The argent girl sighs softly and dramatically as she moves further up. âTry admiring from afar.â No longer slowing down for him and climber further up. Only to look over and see the young wolf use his new abilities to now be further up the wall in no time and right beside her smirking and shrug his shoulders. A devious look from the Argent girl before kicking his food off the colorful fake rock, sending him falling at least 10-15 feet to the mat set up on the floor at the bottom of the wall the harness he was wearing stopping him just a few inches from the ground. Some classmates laughing. Coach Finstock taking a seat next to him, he probably laughing the loudest. âMcCall, I donât know why, but your pain gives me a special kind of joy. Right?â He chuckles. âAll right, next two.â Coach says as he stands up. âStilinski, Erica, letâs go. Erica letâs go. The wall.â Stiles looks over to the girl with a goofy smile as the frizzy haired blonde looks pale and scared. Stiles is the first to move towards the wall. The girl moves slowly and hesitantly, she lets out a grunt as she struggles to climb up, the Stilinski boy already a foot or two head of her, sheâs only moved a few more pegs as Stiles finishes and slowly lowers himself off the wall and back to the ground. Erica whimpers and starts to cry, no longer able to move. On the ground Stiles has his hands up in a victory, Y/n doesnât take much notice to her best friendsâ normal antics, her focus somewhere else, it wasnât hard for Y/N to see the destress radiating off the blonde. âErica?â Y/N questions as she steps up to the mat looking up at the girl. Erica starts to hyperventilate, causing the rest of the class to look up at her, some in confusion, some in pity and even sadly some in mockery. âOh, pleaseâŚâ the girl cries as she hangs onto the wall like her life depends on it. Stiles looking up in concern and confusion, not understanding whatâs going on. Coach moves into the mat to stand under her. âErica.â He calls. âDizzy? Is it vertigo?â He asks. Y/N looks back at him with frowns eyebrows before looking back to the girl on the rock wall. Lydia standing next to the coach with the same expression. âVertigo is a dysfunction of the vestibular system of the inner ear. Sheâs just freaking out.â The cockiness in her voice is apparent finally showing her brains and if this was any other situation the McCall girl would probably let out a cheer at her best friend. Now that Jackson was out of the picture, she didnât have much of a need to dumb herself down. The last comment though wasnât needed she thought. âErica.â Finstock calls again. More chuckles from classmates. âIâm fine.â She lies. Allison leans over towards the older man. âCoach, maybe itâs not safe. You know sheâs epileptic.â Panic strikes his face. âWhy doesnât anybody tell me this stuff? Erica, y-youâre fine. Just kick off from the wall. Thereâs a mat to catch you.â He explains to her. Y/N and Allison are looking up with concern for the girl, while Lydia and the rest of the class look annoyed. Erica takes a shaky breath as she finally decides to kick off, the harness slowly
lowering her back to her feet. The H/C hair girl moves closer, gently putting her hands on the back of the blondesâ hips to steady her, once fully on her feet Y/N takes a few steps back to give her room to breath. âSee. Youâre fine. Youâre on the ground. Youâre all right. Letâs go. Shake it off. Youâre fine.â Coach tells her, his voice a bit condescending. She steps away from the wall slowly as students giggle and make jokes about her âfreak outâ. Y/N reaches a handout to her, getting the attention of the scared and embarrassed girl, Erica looking toward the younger McCall thinking sheâll see a look of pity, but sheâs surprised to see genuine concern instead. âThank youâ she says quietly, her hand softly coming to the one Y/N has rested barely there on her forearm before walking off and to the back of the gym, far away from the rest. Y/N walks up to her brother and notices the look heâs giving the girl walking off. âWhatâs wrong?â She asks. He shakes his head, not too sure. â I donât know. I just... I feel.â âLike something bad is about to happen?â She asks finishing his sentence. Only getting a nod in response. âWeâll keep an eye on her.â âYeah, thatâs a good idea.â He sends a small smile his sistersâ way.
Erica walks into the empty gym as most of the lights in the room turn off. Staring at the rock wall and tying her back into a messy ponytail.
Coach walks out of his office in the boyâs locker room and whistles getting the attention of the teens in there. âListen up. Anybody sees Isaac Lahey, you immediately tell the principal. Get a teacher, or you call me. Except for you Greenberg. Donât call me for anything. Iâm not kidding. Donât call me. You shouldnât even have my number.â And with that walks back into his office. âIsaac?â Scott questioned Stiles as they move towards the lockers. âItâs Derekâs problem now.â Stiles states, not really caring. Jackson looking to the boys confused about what he heard Stiles say, and wondering why exactly it would be Derekâs problem and why Isaac.
Erica stands at the bottom of the wall taking a deep breath before starting her climb, alone and without an audience of asshole teenagers she climbs the wall slightly faster, less struggle but still struggling.
âWhat do you mean tonightâs not a good idea?â Stiles asks tone laced with confusion and annoyance. As he changed out of his gym clothes. Scott opens his gym locker, and he grabs his things as replies to his friend. âI donât know. What we saw last night, Isaac missing, Allisonâs grandfather, all this stuff happening with Derek. And still not knowing or understanding how both Y/N and Lydia were bitten but havenât turned and havenât dropped dead!â He shuts his locker firmly looking to Stiles who has a scared look on his face. âDrop dead, that was blunt for you, I see it only took 16 years for the morbid bluntness of the Y/N McCall to finally rub off on you, and may I add it sounds weird coming from you, scary and natural from her weird from you. Donât do it.â He smiles sarcastically. âIt all just doesnât feel right.â Scott tells him, ignoring the boys statement. âNo, youâre not backing out. Do you wanna know why because you and Alison are obviously having quite a good time together. And you know who else wants to have a good time? Stiles! Stiles wants to have a good time⌠many, many times. Several times in a row. In several different positions.â He rants but stops when he notices his best friend isnât listening to him. âAre you even listening to me?â Both boys looking down to see Scottâs hands shaking. âWhat... what is that?â The boy with the buzz cut questions nervously.
Back in the gym Ericaâs breath starts to stutter and her eyes flutter to the back of her head as her body locks up and begins to shake, now having no control she loses her grip on the wall and wall back, 15 feet off the ground, no harness, no mat, no one with her. Just before she hits the floor Scott comes in and catches her before lowering her to the floor, Stiles, Y/N, Allison, and some others from the class coming running in. âPut her on her side.â Allison instructs. âPut her on her sideâ the burnet repeats as she helps him roll her over. Erica holding onto Scottâs hand. Y/N puts her hand on the girlâs leg trying to bring confront of some sort, a second later she feels dizzy and lightheaded, she takes a calming deep breath to help push through it. âHow did you know?â Allison asks her boyfriend. âI just felt it.â He tells her. A few moments later Erica is still seizing, but thankfully not as violently, Y/N is still dizzy and she feels tired, but she remembers to keep breathing slowly, trying to focus on not using all her energy at once. Itâs not long before a pair of paramedics come rushing in through the gym doors and pushing everyone back, Stiles pulling the McCall girl up to a stand and back away so the EMTâs have room to work they get her body to stop shaking and Erica falls unconscious before they wheel her out. The extra students making their way out now that their sick show was over, and they had a story to tell their friends. The four friends stayed behind, shocked by what had happened. Y/N grabs for Stiles but her hand misses and she tries again, he wastes no time helping to hold her up, heâs confused until he sees the small amount of blood under her nose. And he realizes what happened. She shielded her, and it some how lessened her seizer, and it was less blood then normal. It was improvement. The bell rings bringing everyoneâs attention back, and slowly they make their way out of the gym and to their next classes.
At beacon hills hospital, Erica had just been looked over by Melissa McCall. And now waiting for the doctor, she closes her eyes, clearly exhausted from the events this afternoon, a moment later she is being moved, the bed she lie on in being pushed down the hall, the bright lights on the ceiling bring her back to consciousness. âLie still.â A male voice tells her. Sheâs wheeled into the morgue, the man moves from her bed, and she pulls herself to a sitting position, nerves riddling her body. Derek Hale leans against the wall, holding a bottle of pills l, as he reads the warning label. âSide effects may include anxiety, weight gain, acne, ulcerative colitis. Yeesh.â âWho are you?â She asks timidly. The dark-haired man finally looks up to meet her eyes with a barely there smile. âLetâs just say we have a mutual friend.â She doesnât say anything, sheâs nervous and uneasy. He puts the bottle aside and walks to be standing in front of her at the food of the hospital bed. âYou get a warning right before you have a seizure.â He asks. She nods once. âItâs called an aura.â She informs him. âItâs... itâs like a metallic taste in my mouth.â Her voice just above a whisper. âYou donât have to lie, Erica. Whatâs itâs really taste like?â He pushes. âItâs tastes like blood. she whimpers out. âWhat if I told youâŚthat all of this could go away?â His hand slowly moves up her bare calf, then back down to her ankle. âThe side effects...â his other hand does the same on her other leg. âThe symptoms⌠All of it.â He manipulates. Grabbing a hold of her ankles, pulling her to the edge of the bed, closer to him. She lets out a gasp of both fear and surprise. Getting inches away from her face, right at eye level. âAnd what if all those things not just went away... but everything elseâŚâ he pauses for a dramatic effect bringing his hand to move across her cheek. âGot even better?â A nervous laugh escapes her. âHow?â âLet me show you.â He smirks, his eye color going from green to bright red.
Sitting in biology watching some video about vaccines and infections, Matt sits beside Jackson frustrated about the cracked lens of his camera, although Jackson isnât paying attention to begin with, he really isnât when he hears the video taking about bites and immunity, something seems to click in his brain as he turns to glare at it ex girlfriend.
Jackson Whitmore stalks angrily down the hall behind Lydia, catching up he roughly grabs her by the arm, startling the girl. âWhat the hell is wrong with you?â He demands closing her against a wall. âWhat?â She asks stunned at this sudden violent behavior. âShow it to me.â He repeats a few times as he tries to lift up her dark green dress to see the bite mark from Peter. The strawberry blonde not understanding. âAre you out of your mind?â âNothing happened to you. Itâs like⌠itâs like youâre immune.â He realizes out loud. Lydia tries to put on a brave face and act as if she isnât phased by how heâs acting and treating her, but unfortunately the facial expression tells a different story, one Y/N catches from down the hall on her way to meet said strawberry blonde for their next class and she picks up her speed, but not enough to draw attention. âI donât have a clue to what youâre talking about.â The Martin girl says truthfully. Jackson just getting angrier. He pushes her against the wall, now fully scaring her. âItâs⌠itâs you. Whatever it is... blood, saliva, whatever soul-killing substance is running through your veins, you did this to me. You ruined it for me.â He backs away only to get in her face and scream at her. âYou ruin everything!â Lydia is stunned into silence, trying to hold back the tears. âHey! Get the hell away from her!â The McCall girl says calmly as she shoves Jackson away from her best friend. âYou too, there is something wrong with the both of you!â Jackson snarls at her. âNothing happened to you either. And Iâm gonna find out why.â He declares. âI donât know what the hell youâre talking about or what you think you know, but I want you to know this,â Y/N is dangerously calm as she speaks to him but the cold, dark look speaks volumes, as she points her finger into his chest. âYou ever speak to her like this again, you ever put your hands on her again, I will remove the only manhood you will ever have in your life. Do you understand?â Jackson smiles, but itâs not a friendly smile he scoffs and gives a shake of his head, âWhatever. You better watch yourself little McCall.â He tells her as he again starts to back away. âNo Whitmore, if you had any working brain cells, you know that itâs you, you need to be watchful of.â And with that he storms away. âHey,â Y/N turned around her expression and voice softer now as she faces her friend, gently placing her hands on either side of Lydiaâs face. âAre you okay?â Lydia didnât answer just gathered her best friend into a hug and let out a silent cry. Y/N shushed her as she ran her hand tenderly down her hair. âHey, Stiles, Scott, Alison, and I were gonna go to ice rink later this evening. You care to join us?â She asks with a hopeful smile. Lifting her head to look at the H/C haired girl with a raised eyebrow. âSo, Iâd be fourth wheeling a double date.â Y/N scoffs playfully. âOkay first, not a double date Stiles and I are tagging along in-case they get caught. And second, Lydia Martin does not wheel to anything, sheâs the center of everything.â She declared dramatically. âWell, when you put it that way, how could I ever refuse?â She responded, causing both teens to laugh, as they linked arms heading towards the bathroom for a makeup fix before their class started. All while missing the regretful look Jackson sent their way.
Lydia excused herself from their shared AP class with the excuse of forgetting something in her locker, which Y/N knew was a lie, and Lydia knew Y/N knew she was lying. âI just need a few minutes alone. I promise Iâll send the panic text if I need you.â She whispered. Getting a nod of understanding from the girl, before heading out of the class. Y/N understood the need to be alone and sometimes process things in your way and alone, sheâs been doing it a lot. She thought about telling the boys and hell even Derek she was out, she wanted nothing to do with this kind of world, but after some thought, she knew that with her brother a werewolf, her best friend dragging himself and by proxy herself into everything, and the curious mind of hers it was never going to happen, she also knew she wasnât going to let her brother go through any of this crap alone, she was in the middle whether she liked it or not.
Lydia walked to the furthest bathroom, thankfully it was empty. She locked herself in one of the stalls and let herself cry, cry for everything, the break up with the Jackson, the mood sway and the new way he had been treating her, the attack on the lacrosse field, the idea that she could have lost her best friend that same night right beside her, the adventure in the woods she doesnât remember, the stares she gets from everyone now thinking sheâs crazy. Her crying is interrupted by the door to the bathroom opening, but no sound to be heard, no talking, no group come in laughing. Just silence. âHelloâ she calls out. Light footsteps are heard making their way towards the stall she is in before seeing bare feet covered in dirt come to stand right in front of the door. âThis is the girlâs roomâ her voice cracks. Thereâs still no response, but a moment later the person moves away from the door, she rushes out, only to find the bathroom empty, opening the door to the hallway she sees a bare footed man in a leather jacket make his way up the stairs as he disappears behind the wall, she follows, following him through another hallways and down a flight of stairs, he stands in front of the trophy case and points to a picture before heading out another door. Lydia pauses for a seconds then descends the stairs to look at the picture, the breath leaving her body has she sees the name Peter Hale on the trophy in front of the picture. Flash backs of the night in field and the attack movie through her mind as a tear falls from her eye. âLydia?â Y/Nâs voice is sounded from behind her. Coming to stand next to her she places her hand on her back. âI know you said you needed to be alone, but that was a while ago I wanted to make sure youâre doing okay. What are you doing here?â It was the half truth, she came looking for Lydia because she felt the need to, she felt fearful and it wasnât from her own emotions, but some how she knew she was feeling what the Martin girl was feeling and she followed it, she doesnât even really remember leaving the class room or walking the halls, but she found who she was looking for anyways, like she was subconsciously being led there by something. Lydia turns to the McCall girl. âI donât know, I saw someone, and I followed him, itâs gonna sound weird but I donât even know why, I did just did. Then he came to this case and pointed here then left.â Y/N glanced over to where her friend was pointing, seeing the name etched on the objects, and instantly felt a feeling of dread. Something bad was going to happen, but she didnât know what.
Walking into the cafeteria, Stiles discreetly, not discreetly moved to sit down at a table across from someone as if he was getting the information to a heist, they had been planning to achieve that afternoon. âBoyd. You got the keys?â He asked. Boyd holding a set of keys to hyperactive spaz, with a bored expression. Stiles grabs a hold of the keys, but Boyd doesnât let go of the strap their attached to. The Stilinski boy struggles to pull them out of the stronger teens hand. âThis isnât a favor. Itâs a transaction.â He reminds the boy. âRight, yeah. Absolutely.â Stiles stretches trying to hide the money he pulls out of his pocket and looking around to make sure no one is watching, as he slides a 20 over the table, theyâve gone from heist planning to drug deals apparently, or in this case the keys to ice rink that Boyd works at, that heâs paying for to use to open the rink after hours for the fours outing. âI said 50.â Boyd informs. âReally, I⌠I remember 20. I donât know. I have a really good verbal memory. And I remember that distinct âtwaâ sound. âtwa-entyâ.â âI said 50.â Boyd says sternly getting fed up with the boysâ antics. âWith a âfaâ sound. Hear the difference? If you canât, I can demonstrate some other words with the âfaâ sound.â Stiles shakes his head followed by a nervous laugh. âUh, no, no, no. I think Iâm recalling it. No. Maybe I just got it confused. WithâŚ. ForâŚTy.â Placing more money on the table. Boyd put a chip in his mouth still maintaining eye contact, he wasnât budging. Letting out a sigh. âCome on, man, have you seen the piece of crap jeep that I drive?â He tried to reason. âYou seen the piece of crap bus that I take?â He retorts. Making a pretty good point. A smile comes to Boydâs face when Stiles lays down the remaining amount of money owed, handing over the keys. âThank you.â He says taking them Successfully from the boyâs hand this time, getting up and walking away, a few tables away he places the keys I front of Scott. âGot âemâ taking a seat across from the older McCall twin. âPick you up right after work tonight and weâll meet at the rink, cool?â Stiles explains but Scott isnât listening, he and everyone else are looking toward the doors at Erica walking in. Cheetah print heels, extremely short black leather skirt, tight white tank top and black leather jacket. Her hair in perfect blonde curls and her lips painted red. She leans over a boy and take a bite of his apple. Lydia and Y/N walk up to the table Scott and Stiles are sitting at. âWhat-â Y/N starts. âThe holy hell-â Lydia continues. âIs that?â Y/N finishes. âItâs Ericaâ Scott tells them as if they didnât already know who it was. Erica takes another bite of the apple and turns to leave the cafeteria. Stiles, Scott, and Y/N following after her, try and find out what the hell happened. Running through the halls and pushing through the front doors of the school just catching as the blonde gives the trio a wide smile as she climbs into the passenger seat of Derek Hales famous black Camaro. Derek looking over sending the three teens a smiles just before he hits the gas and drives off out of the parking lot, leaving three worried and confused teens, and a pissed off Scott.
Alison, Lydia and Y/N are all hanging out in Allisonâs room getting ready before they meet up with the boys, when a knock pulls theirs eyes to the Argent girls bedroom door seeing her father standing there. âHeading out?â He asks. âStudyingâ Allison tells him. He jerks his head toward him silently telling her to come here, she walks over not happy at all with what heâs been putting her through with the training and still trying to hunt her friends. âJust studying dad.â âI get it. But we need you to remember what happened.â The two facing away from the Martin and McCall girl talking in hushed whispered not that the two teens noticed as they were in their own world. âYou want me to stop being friends with them?â Allison asks in disbelief, she knows they arenât werewolves, she also knows her family has no proof, and she doesnât see why they canât just leave them alone. Chris shakes his head at her daughter. Actually, we want the opposite. I know how this might sound, but we need you to keep an eye on them.â Getting annoyed she frowns her brows at him. âYou want me to spy on them?â âWe want you to look out for your friendsâ he corrects her, but itâs a play on words to try and make her feel better, it doesnât work, she knows what heâs doing. âTo make sure everything is okay with them.â He adds. Both Argents turning around to see the two girls taking dorky selfies and giggling to themselves as Lydia kisses the camera. Chris looks confused in the whole teenage girl stuff he just witnessed and Allison smiles at her friends. âSeems okay to meâ she beams.
Stiles puts the key into the door to the ice rink and unlocks the doors, turning in the lights the boys walk in followed by Allison who smiles at Scott and walks into the building, Lydia next, Stiles smiles at her nervously, looking disappointed when she walks away from him. Y/N follows next, they all walk further in to start getting geared up. Y/N stands on the bleachers next to Lydia and Stiles, putting her phone into her bag, grabbing a hair tie and some Bobbie pins, she should have put her hair up before they left. Stiles sat next to Lydia, as they tied their skates. âCould it be any colder in here?â Lydia asks as she pulls down the sleeves to her sweater. Stiles excitedly unzips his backpack and reaches in grabbing a long orange sleeve, handing it to the green-eyed girl next to him. âHere.â He says. Lydia looks at it, in surprise, Y/N smiles to herself at the boys excitement,  But also smiles wider when she knows Lydia wonât take it cause it wonât go with the colors sheâs wearing. âIâm wearing blue. Orange and blue. Not a good combination.â She states matter-if-fact. âBut itâs the colors of the Metsâ he tells her, offended by her color coordination rule. Giving him a look, he gives up, Y/N giggling to herself at the exchange. He tried again by pulling out a recesses chocolate bar and offering it to her, she looks at him, thinking for a second, before she smirks and takes it from him, opening the packaging, and dramatically pulling off the wrapper around the chocolate cup. âOkay, um, maybe orange and blue are not the best.â He finally gives in. âBut, um, you know, sometimes thereâs other things you wouldnât think would be a good combination end up turning out to be, like, a perfect combination, you know, like two people together⌠who nobody ever thought would be together ever.â Lydia nods, looking at him. âNo, I can see that.â She tells him. âYou can?â âYeah. They are so cute together.â She says truthfully, pointing towards Scott and Allison. Stiles deflating. âOh, yeah. Adorable.â Stiles mocks, not happy with that out come of the conversation, Y/N looks over to Stiles and gives a small smile silently telling him not to give up, getting a nod from him in response.
Allison and Scott get onto the ice first, Allison asking Scott if he needed pointers and tips and Scott reminding her of his abilities as a werewolf and that heâs got this, he in fact did not have it, one step onto the ice and he fell forward, not very gracefully. Lydia moved like a professional on ice, it really was remarkable, and so was the pure look of awe on Stilesâ face directed towards the strawberry blonde. Lydia was killing it on the ice and even Y/N herself was staring in awe of the girl even though she has seen this she has been on the ice side by side with her. But still it was amazing to watch. Lydia skates up to them. âSweetie, you mind if I borrow him?â She asks sweetly, Y/N nodded and smiled at her friend, noticing Stiles looked a little to excited. The McCall girl watch on for a few minutes. Allison trying to guide Scott along the ice like a toddler was definitely amusing to watch. âCome on, okay, you got it!â Allison cheered and she let go of Scottâs hands letting him do it himself, him staying on his feet didnât last long as he once again fell on his face. Then watched him skate himself into the plexiglass barrier around the rink. Y/N letting out a laugh at the poor boyâs expense. Allison slowly skated up and look of full concern. âYou look like you hit your head that time.â A little crossed eyed and dazed. âWhatâs that coach?â Allison nodded. âYou definitely hit your head.â Y/N smiled at the pair, now going to walk off to find a mirror to put her hair up and out of her face, but was stopped when the whispers came into her head, quiet, mumbled and sounded like there was at least 5 or 6 voices all talking over each other, turned her head towards the turn in the wall that led to the bathrooms she saw small purple flower petals that looked like they were being blown around, she walked slowly towards them not being able to stop herself, the closer she got the louder the voices got, but still she couldnât understand them. On the rink Lydia bent down to pick up the purple flower petal, confused on why it was there, only to look further up the rink and find a trail of the petals along the ice, without noticing herself, she followed the trail. Y/N got to the bathroom door to the womanâs bathroom, something told her to open the door and go inside and then there was something that said donât, run, get out. But the voices that guided her to the bathroom won, she pushed open the door and walked inside.
Y/n walks into the bathroom, itâs empty which is to be expected considering their the only ones here, but even though thereâs no one but her in there she feels something else. The door closes behind her with a small thud as it connects to the door frame causing the McCall to turn around and look at it with a small jump, a second ago she could barely hear her own breathing the voices got so loud it was the only thing she could hear, they had come to a complete silence now, like they were never there, though that didnât make her feel better it only added to the overwhelming fear that something was coming and it wasnât good.
The path of small purple petals on the ice came to a stop along with Lydiaâs strides on the Ice when she crouched down on her knees to find a full bloom stem of the flowers growing out of the rink, her breathing became uneven as she wiped away the snow to reveal a man under the ice, his eyes open fast and a gasps leaves his lips and his hands come up to the ice, struggling to breath, his head shakes back and fourth, but in an unnatural way, where it appears blurry.
Y/n turns to take in the rest of the bathroom but is stopped by a man standing there, the same one from the bathroom in her hospital room, he was standing there burned everywhere to where he is unrecognizable, with in half a second heâs right in front of her as her back hits the wall, and a terrifying scream leaves him at the same time two ear piercing screams fill the ice rink.
Scott and Allison exit the photo booth running towards the sounds, opening the double doors leading to the rink they see Stiles holding Lydia as she screams still on her knees on the ice tears in her eyes, Scott wastes no time heading in the direction of his sisters scream, as Allison stands confused and afraid for her friends. Scott bursts through the womanâs bathroom of the building to see his littler sister (by 12 minutes) back against the wall, fear in her eyes, he gathers her in his arms waiting for her scream to die out, she fights to get away from him but given his extra strength heâs able to hold her in place, the volume of her scream makes his ears ring, but he doesnât let go. Stiles and Allison share a worried look, both at a lost on what to do.
The twins walk into the McCall house, neither have said a word since before the left the ice rink, Scott is the first to break the silence. âWhat happened?â He asked the girl in front of him, voice, and facial expression full of concern. Y/n felt exhausted, like she could barely hold up her own body. âI donât know,â she answered honestly. âEverything was fine, normal. I went to head to the bathroom, to put my hair up, but when I turned towards where it wasâŚâ she paused, she wasnât sure how her brother would take the news that she was hearing voices in her head and seeing things that werenât there, thatâs the kind of thing that gets you locked up in a hospital. âThen what?â He asked gently, âyou can tell me.â The McCall boy added. Y/n took a breath as she went to move to sit on the stairs, Scott following to sit next to her, she refused to make eye contact, she was still trying to figure out what happened herself. âI heard... voices. But I couldnât understand them, there were to many all at once that I couldnât make anything out, they were so quiet yet so loud at the same time. Then there were purple flower petals everywhere. Wolfsbane to be exact, and I followed them. It was like I didnât have control I just started walking towards them, then I saw someone, he was at the far end of the bathroom then right in front of within less then a second, he was standing in front of me screaming, and then I screamed, and again it felt like I had no control over it.â Finally, she looked up to meet her brothersâ eyes. âI donât know whatâs happening.â She sounded like a scared little kid, and he knew he was the only one to see this side of her, the side where she wasnât scared to admit or sound or look scared, he knew she was tough, she could handle just about everything, and she always put on a brave face always one to face things head on and never back down, but she was also human and she got scared, he would be concerned if she didnât. He pulled her into a side hug, he didnât know what was happening either, but he did know that they would figure it out, together. And thatâs exactly what he told her.
Stepping out of their adjoining bathroom dressed in light pink sleep shorts and a white t-shirt, Y/n was startled by someone standing by her bedroom window. âWhat are you doing here?â She asked. Derek looked up at the sound of her voice, there was a look in the manâs eyes, one that if she had to guess was worry, which confused her. âI wanted to make sure you were okay.â Derek replied honestly. He was met with a confused look from the young girl, not understanding why he would think she wasnât okay, he answered like he had read her mind. âI heard you scream.â Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. âWow, either I was that loud or your hearing is just that good.â She said with a smirk. He didnât return her half smile, but his face remained softened. The H/C haired girl let out a small, defeated sigh as she looked down at her bedroom floor. âIâd say Iâm fine, but at this particular moment I donât have the energy to try and convince you that thatâs the truth.â The older man across the room took a few steps towards the girl until he was right in front of her, his hand was placed gently under her chin to slowly guide her eyes up to his. âYou donât have to convince me. If youâre not okay, thatâs okay. You donât have be.â His voice was soft, tender, caring. She liked this side of him, she liked the dark and broody side of him too, but this was nice, she felt like she could breath a little easier, the last week she was anything but okay, but she was good at convincing everyone she was, but with Derek in this moment she didnât have to pretend, she could let down that wall for a few minutes, and she was grateful for that. Derek liked this small moment, where Y/nâs walls were down, he had only seen it once before and both times he noticed the tension lessen in her shoulders, he liked that she seemed to feel secure enough to let him see this glimpse of her, he liked this small moment where nothing else seemed to exist outside this room and even if it was for only a moment he was happy to be apart of it. There was a feeling of contentment with this close proximity as they both just stood there, eyes staring into each other. She didnât know why she felt this way with him, maybe she just felt vulnerable, so her mind was playing tricks on her, the lingering gaze only lasted a few seconds before she had to ruin it. âI think I saw your uncle.â She said softly and hesitantly. She didnât tell Scott about it, but she knew Derek was probably the best person to talk to about this, unless his gazed turned dark again and he shut down and left or called her crazy or delusional. But none of that happened. His brows knitted and he took a step back but nothing else changed. âWhat do you mean? Heâs dead.â âI know, butâŚâ a small part of her regretted bringing it up and the dark-haired man standing in front of her seemed to noticed that. âBut what, what happened?â He was genuinely curious, he wanted to hear what she had to say. He took her hand as he sat down on the side of her bed, softly pulling the youngest McCall to sit next him as he encouraged her to tell him everything that happened. And she did she explained everything starting from the moment she left the hospital with no recollection of that and about Lydia saying she followed a man through out the school hall ways, about the trophy case and pointing out Peter Hale, and the ice rink bathroom, how she couldnât be 100% but to her it added up except the part that he was dead Derek had killed him, but other then that part it made sense. Derek listened to intently, taking in every word, never pushing when she took a pause because she felt like she was going crazy. He took a minute to take in everything she said one final time before he slowly came to a stand and walked towards her open window, without thinking Y/n took his hand. âIâm sorry, I probably shouldnât have sprung some off based theory at you, I know it sounds crazy Iâm probably crazy but-â âI donât think your crazy.â He said cutting her rambling off, he didnât take his hand
Out of hers. âYou donât?â She asked genuine confusion and relief washing over her. âNo, I donât. Y/n I donât know whatâs going on, but you being crazy probably isnât one of them.â âProbably.â She replied playfully sarcastic. âIt is a possibility.â He responded with the same playfulness. âIâm going to figure it out though.â He reassured her. âI need you to be careful, if this really is Peter, I donât know how, but I know the kind of games he can play, the the lengths he will go to, to get what he wants are dangerous and he doesnât care about who gets caught in the cross fire, and if heâs targeted you and possibly Lydia, I need you to be careful. Iâm also always here, you can talk to me.â That confession came easy to him, like it was a natural thing to say to the girl with the bright E/C eyes standing with him. Y/n was stunned into silence until Derekâs voice sounded again getting her attention. âPromise me.â He demanded gently but firmly. âI promise Iâll try, whatever is going on I canât control it.â He tells him honestly. âAs long as you promise to try.â She nods in response. âI need you to be careful too.â She added, it just came out, but she meant it. He nods once before letting go of her hand and starts to climb out the window. âYou know I have a door, right?â She asks with a small smile, she only gets a smirk back before he jumps off the roof outside her window.
The next day Scott stands behind Erica who is fixing her lipstick in the on the inside of her locker, a devilish smile crosses her features as she can sense him standing there. âTwos not enough for Derek. I know he needs at least three.â Scottâs tells her as she turns to face the McCall boy. âSo, whoâs next?â He asks her. The blond letâs out a scoff as she shuts her locker door and walks up to the other wolf. âWhy does there have to be a next when weâve already got you?â She responds flirtatiously. âWhoâs next?â Scott demands, his voice raises a level. Erica smirks but it quickly falls. âYou know, I never knew what I looked like during a seizure until someone took a video of me once and put it online?â Her tone sounds like a mock of sadness. âI donât care.â The boy tells her, yes, itâs sad, but thatâs the past heâs trying to stop a future event, heâs trying to stop another person being turned for the benefit of a newly power-hungry Alpha. âIt happened during class.â She continues. âI started seizing in my desk and everyone was saying how they should put something in my mouth until some genius reads the card on my key ring which tells him not to cause it could break my teeth.â âErica-â Scott tries but it cut off. âDo you know what happens next?â Her voice is sad, on the verge of crying, but turns cold as she continues to explain. âI pose myself. And they start laughing. You know, the only good thing about seizures was I never remembered them. Until some brilliant jerkoff,â her voice raises as he pushes Scott into the row of lockers behind him. âHad to go and put cameras in everybodyâs phone.â Her hand comes to his cheek as she leans in seductively, both arms over his shoulders, hands against the lockers behind him holding herself up. âLook at me now, Scott.â They both turn to look down the hall to see Allison standing a way away looking at the two of them. âThatâs right. You only have eyes for her.â This time Scott has had enough, he grabs the blonde newly turned werewolf by both arms squeezing hard pushing her back from him, her smile says she enjoys the reaction she got out of him. Scott turns back but notices the hallway is empty including the spot Allison was just standing in. With one last smile to the brown haired boy, she walks off.
Victoria enters her daughters room, picking up a pair of dark washed jeans off the floor and folding them, she notices Allisonâs school books laying on the bed and places the jeans down before picking up her geography text book pulling out a note that was inside the book that reads âbecause I love you.â A look of pure crazy rage crosses the redheads face, as she walks out of her daughters room and into the kitchen. Leaning her hands against the counter top she grabs a dish towel and unfolds it and places her hands on top of it, staring forward before looking down and picking up a lone knife on the cutting board and placing the blade above her elbow on the inside of her arm and slicing into the skin, with little to no reaction.
Later Victoria Argent heads to the hospital and is looked over my Melissa McCall, who has now brought her into a room and cleaning the cut upon the older womanâs arm. âThis is so embarrassing.â She says to the twinâs mother. Melissa letâs out a small breathy laugh. âNot at all. I have seen far worse come through these doors. We keep a pair of bolt cutters in the back. Trust me you donât wanna know what theyâre for.â A fake amused smile appears on the redhead. âLet me guess. Something about me and their egos.â The older McCall woman smiles. âMmm. Boys will be boys.â She replies still tending to the gash on the other. âTrust me I know. I was a teacher for years at an all-boys private school.â The nurse pulls out the needle to numb the Argent womanâs arm before placing stitches. âOh, I donât need the anesthetic.â Her face dropping the smile, the cold look coming back to her face. âAre you serious?â Nurse McCall asks in shock. âOkay.â Her voice unsure, but she proceeds with the stitches. âSpeaking of boys, howâs Scott?â She doesnât really care, she just needs information, she wants to know what his mother knows and if she knows anything at all. âScott? Heâs, uh, like every other teenager.â Becoming uncomfortable with this woman in front of her. âIâm sure he was pretty devastated after the whole breakup.â âHe has been a little odd lately, well, you know, heâs kind of always odd, but he doesnât seem all thatâŚâ âheartbroken?â Victoria finishes for her. âYeah. Maybe he just hides it well.â A sadistic smile is now plastered on the redhead, seemingly getting the information she was after. âTeenagers are quite good at hiding things, arenât they?â
Allison walked to the table in the cafeteria behind Scott, so their backs are almost touching. âI know how it looked, but she came up to me.â He tried to explain himself. âIâm not jealous.â She tells him, her face says other words. And by the smile that crosses Scottâs face he can tell thatâs a lie, even without being able to se her face right now. âSheâs with Derek now, isnât she? Like Isaac. You canât get caught in the middle of this. Donât you feel whatâs happening? My grandfather coming here, Derek turning Erica and Isaac, itâs⌠itâs like battle lines are being drawn.â âI know.â âThereâs always crossfire.â She adds. âWhat am I supposed to do? I canât just stand by. I canât pretend to be normal.â âI donât want you to be normal. I want you to be alive.â With that she stands up grabbing her tray and walks off just as Stiles and Y/n coming rushing over to the table Scott is sitting at. Stiles moves out of Allisonâs way as the two girls share a quick smile before the Argent girl continues on her path away from them. Both the Stilinski boy and the McCall girl come to stand in either side of the boy sitting down. âScott. Do you see that?â Stiles points toward the empty seat where Boyd sits at lunch everyday. Scott sighs not understanding. âWhat, itâs an empty table.â He says cluelessly. âYeah, but whose empty table?â Y/n asks she brother hoping that question will help him catch on to what is happening. âBoyd.â Scott says in fearful realization.
The trio head make their way down the hallway of her school, Scott coming up with a game plan. âIâm gonna go to the ice rink and see if heâs there. And if heâs not home, you call me, got it?â Scott tells Stiles. The boy with the buzz cut comes to a stop, with a sigh and a conflicting look. âWhat?â Both twins ask together. âMaybe we should let him. Boyd, you know, man? You said Derekâs giving them a choice, right?â He tries to reason. Scott pulls the other boy forward to start walking again the youngest McCall following beside them. âWe canât.â Scott says like his friend was stupid for even suggesting the idea. âYou got to admit, Erica looks pretty good. You know the word âsensationalâ comes to mind.â Stiles again tried to reason the idea. âHow good do you think sheâs gonna look with a wolfsbane bullet in her head?â Y/n just silently listens in, she feels the two are making good arguments on their own right now. And she feels Scott just made a good point. âAll right, all Iâm saying is maybe this one isnât totally your responsibility.â Stiles now makes a good point. âThey are.â âTheyâre not.â Y/n tells her brother, cause theyâre not. âItâs not your job to make decisions for them, itâs not your job to stop them, itâs not your job to protect them and all of beacon hills. I know thatâs what youâre going to do anyways and of course Stiles and I are with you 100% whatever you think is right, but itâs not always your responsibility, you didnât ask for this it was thrown at you, youâre only one person and a teenager at that, thereâs only so much you can do, and sadly even then it may not be enough.â She tries to reason with him, Stiles nods in agreement to what the girl next to him said. âYou both know this things gonna get out of control. That makes me responsible.â Scott knows where their both coming from and he appreciates that he has two other people to bounce all this onto who also have their share of ideas and opinions, but he truly feels responsible for it all. Stiles and Y/n share a look before turning to the other teen. âAll right, weâre with you.â Stiles says immediately. âAnd I also gotta say this newfound heroism is making me very attracted to you.â The Stilinski boys adds. âShut upâ the McCall boy says while his sister lets out a small laugh. âNo seriously. Do you wanna try making out for a sec? Just to see how it feels.â Scott looks bored. âOkay, your going to the ice rink, Stiles is going to his house. What do you want me to do?â Y/n asks her brother. Who looks at her like heâs already second guessing what he needs her role to be in this plan. âI need you to find Derek. See if you can talk him down from doing this.â Y/n blinks at her brother dumbfounded not sure if she heard him correctly. Stiles stops abruptly to look at his best friend, but before he can protest against that idea, Y/n speaks up. âWhat? Why do I have to do that. And why do you think heâs gonna listen to me?â Her voice is urgent, and she doesnât understand why he think she can stop him from turning more people. âBecause he likes you.â Scott says like itâs obvious. âYeah I donât like that.â Stiles butts in. âWhat would give you that impression?â Sure thereâs been a few moments where she would probably think the same thing, but she doesnât know why Scott would think that, because he hasnât seen those moments, clearly Y/n wasnât thinking because both times Derek came to make sure she was okay, Scott was home, and he was listening, not only to the words and the soft tone in the alphas voice, but to the hearts well the one heart be because he couldnât hear a change in his heart beat but he could notice a small change in Derekâs. He doesnât know how he feels about Derek possibly liking his sister in anything more then a platonic way, but he knows he feels something, he heard it.
âItâs true. And I think if anyone of us can get through to him, itâs going to be you.â Scott explains, also sending his twin a look that only she would see and understand, and know right away that he knows. âYup. Still not liking this idea so Iâm gonna say n-â âokay, Iâll find Derek and see what I can do. But Iâm not promising anything.â She cut off the Stillinski boysâ sentence. Scott sends a nod her way as the twins walk off in different directions to follow through with their parts of the plan. Stiles stays in his place for a moment longer before following after his best friend, still not liking Y/nâs role in this plan.
Jackson Whitmore finds himself walking up to the old Hale house, he walks up onto the porch, outside the door, anger coursing through him. âDerek. I know you can hear me. You owe an explanation.â The jock demands. âI wanna know why it... why it didnât work.â He waits a few seconds, not getting a reply. âScrew it.â He says as he slams his shoulder into the door, that gives way under his weight. Heâs shocked when he enters as he comes to a stop, two guns being pointed at his face. His hands come up. âHoly...â âwaitâ Chris Argents voice sounds from behind the two men holding their guns at the teenager. The men lower their guns and walk off. âWhat happened to him?â Jackson asks, looking off to where the living room of the house use to, to see a man unconscious on a table. âThatâs a good question. I got one for you. What are you doing here Jackson?â He asks the boy. The lacrosse player takes a few tentative steps towards the hunter. âUm...â he begins. Chrisâ eyebrows raise in question waiting for the ten to explain himself. âNothing, I wasâ i wasâ I was justâ nothing, Iââ he stuttered but was cut off, Chris puts his hand on the Whitmore boys shoulder turning him back towards the door. âJackson, I hope youâre not still pursuing something that you shouldnât be. Because I donât want to be forced to pursue you. Stay out of this. Youâve got so much good in your life. Youâre smart, good-looking, youâre captain of the lacrosse team.â âCo-captain.â Jackson corrects angrily. âMm-hmm.â Chris acknowledges as he pushes the teen out of the door and stand there watching as he leaves.
The blue jeep comes to a screeching halt as Stiles pulls up to Boydâs house, jumping out before itâs barely in park and running up to the front door knocking ungently. âHey, Boyd?â He tried to look through the front window, but blinds cover it, knocking on the window and the door he calls out for the boy again. âHey, Boyd? Itâs Stiles.â Still no answer he turns around only to be stopped by Erica standing in the doorstep with a smile. âOh... wow.â He says surprised by her sudden presence. âWhat are you doing here Stiles?â She giggles. âUh, nothing, I was just looking for umâŚâ she stutters. âBoyd?â The blonde helps him out. âYeah. Yes.â He rushes out with a fast nod. âYou know what youâre doing right now thatâs Kinda funny?â She asks, only getting a shake of the head from the boy who seems lost for words. âYouâre only looking in my eyes.â âThatâs funny?â Stiles asks confused. âWell, yeah. Because itâs that kind of look where youâre trying not to look anywhere other than my eyes, but you want to donât you? You wanna nice, long, hard⌠look.â She taunts the boy. Stiles closes his eyes shut with force and shakes his head composing himself, before looking back at her. âNot really. No.â He replies. âOh. So, itâs just my eyes?â âYes. You have beautiful eyes.â Heâs not wrong. âI have beautiful everything.â Erica corrects. Sheâs not wrong either. âAnd a newfound self-confidence. Congratulations, Erica. I should get going.â He finishes as he starts to walk off, but all the playfulness leaves the girl when he tries to step away., she pushes him back. âYouâre not going anywhere.â She tells him firmly. âWhy not?â He asks, not really looking forward to her answer. She holds up a metal car piece in front of his eyes. âYouâre having care trouble.â She tells him with a smile before she hits him on the side of the head, rendering him unconscious.
Deaton rushes to unlock the door to the animal clinic, the alarm is going off and heâs quick to enter the code to turn it off. Noticing something is off he walks further into the building and notices a shirtless man, dead. His chest and torso sheared. Chris Argent comes into view. âI was wondering if you could give me your medical opinion on what killed this man.â It was more of a demand then a question. âI donât know if you saw the sign out there, but this is just an animal clinic.â Deaton informs the Argent man. âIâm aware of that.â Chris steps further into the exam room. âIâm also aware youâre not just a vet.â
Y/n spent some time driving around beacon hills trying to spot the infamous black Camaro that belongs to Derek, but with no luck she found it time to try to Hale house, she was trying to avoid it cause one, she didnât even know what to say and two, hunters took up going there to try and stake him out so she kind of didnât see a point in wasting her time, but here she was parked behind his car. Getting out she took a deep breath and started walking up to the door, still having no idea what to say she decided to wing it, go with the flow. She opened the door and was met with two hands roughly grabbing her arms and pushing her against the wall just inside the house. She let out a yelp of surprise and a little in pain due to the grip on her arms and her back from the wall behind her. Looking to catch a view of who just attacked her she was met with red glowing eyes, worry changes to annoyance fast, as she lifted her arms in between the two and used her arms to shove the manâs arms off of her and push him back a step or two away from her. âJesus Derek. What the hell?â She demanded, while fixing the jacket she was wearing. Fully noticing it was Y/n and not some hunter coming in to try and kill him he steps closer to her, hand placed gently on her wrist. âAre you okay?â He asked quickly, full of worry that he had hurt her. âYeah, Iâm fine. Just wasnât excepting that welcoming.â Still shocked. He kept looking her up and down trying to find any injuries. âAre you hurt?â He asked, not hearing her teasing tone. âNo. I'm fine. Honestly just more surprised than anything.â After hearing she wasnât hurt, he went back to his normal sour wolf self. âWhat the hell are you doing here?â He demanded harshly. âLooking for you obviously.â Derek walked further into the house, Y/n right behind him. âYou shouldnât be here, hunters are constantly staking this place out, you could get hurt.â Still no softness. âYeah, Iâm aware of that. Still needed to find you.â He turns back to face her, anger in his eyes, but only at the idea that she could have been caught in the crossfire and hurt. âYou know, but yet youâre still stupid enough to come here.â His voice raises. âYep.â She says not even slightly effected by his tone. âI told you I needed to find you, and thatâs exactly what I did.â With a bored expression he asks, âWhy did you need to find me?â âI guess to try and stop you from turning a bunch of teenagers into to werewolves.â Thatâs not exactly how she thought sheâd start this but hey it was straight forward and to the point so sheâs going for it. Derek letâs put a scoff. âYou. Stop me?â He looks at her in amused disbelief. âThat condescending tone isnât necessary.â She already fed up with her part of the plan, she knew it was gonna fail, it was gonna be a waste of time, she wasnât going to be able to convince him to stop, but still she hated the idea of failing. âThey know the risk.â He tells her. âDo they?â She questions back, not fully believing it. âAll of it? Or do you just tell them the benefits that it could have? Not the fact that hunters could put a bullet in them at any given time that they may not see coming, and not just some regular bullet, they may come back from.â He likes that sheâs not afraid to go up against him, that sheâs not afraid to speak her mind and possibly piss him off, she goes for it, with no fear. âYes. All of it.â Y/nâs about to scoff and argue more maybe she can just stall him and give Scott time to find Boyd and talk him out of letting Derek talk him into the bite. But before she can do or say anything more, she is hit in the side of the head with a long, thick piece of wood, that instantly knocks her out, Derek heard the newcomer to late to stop the event from happening but heâs quick to catch the McCall girl and gently guide her to the floor. âWhat the hell!â He roars at the blonde. âShe was talking to much, and we need to get Boyd.â Erica states already bored with this reaction over some weak human. âShe,â he points at the girl on the floor a small wound on the side of her head,
Blood leaking from the small gash, isnât doesnât look deep to him so thatâs good. âIs off limits, you donât touch her, ever. Do I make myself clear?â He glared at the blonde with so much furry, it causes her to cower, but she quickly regains herself. âYeah. Understood.â She relents. âGood.â With that the dark-haired man scoops up the smaller girl in his arms bridal style and places her in the back seat of his Camaro, if it wasnât for the fact that this house is now unsafe with hunters roaming around, he would have just cleaned up the wound and left her on the couch, but he couldnât risk it, he couldnât risk her.
âWe donât have time for this.â Erica demanded as Derek stopped the car outside the McCall household. âYou did this, now I have to take care of it. Wait in the car.â He tells her, his look and tone leave no room for question. He gathers the still unconscious girl from the back seat and walks into the house, trying not to worry so much about it already being unlocked, he walked up the stairs and to the bedroom he knows is hers and gently lays her in the bed, he walks to the bathroom attached to her room and take a wash cloth and wets it, returning back to carefully clean the small cut on the side of her forehead, she winces at the sensation, she remains asleep, but he knows sheâll be awake within the hour. âIâm sorry.â He whispers. When he finishes, he places the washcloth in the hamper next to her dresser and takes one last look and listen to her heart beat before he walks out of the room and out of the house, back to the car.
Scott finds Boyd at the ice rink where he works. âBoyd. I just want to talk.â Scott tells him as he walks onto the ice towards the other teen, who simply ignores him. âHey, come on, Boyd, please.â The McCall boy still doesnât get a response, so he takes a diffident approach. âDid Derek tell you everything? And I donât just mean going out of control on the full moons. I mean everything.â Boyd shakes his head finally giving in, he stops the Zamboni, cutting the engine. âHe told me about the hunters.â He tells Scott. âAnd thatâs not enough for you to say no?â He asks confused. It would have been enough for him. âWhatever you want thereâs other ways to get it.â Scott tries to reason with the boy. âI just donât want to eat lunch alone everyday.â He tells him both sadly and angrily. âIf youâre looking for friends, you can do a lot better than Derek.â The brown eyed boy emphasizes the words âa lotâ. âThat really hurts, Scott.â Derek says as he walked into the building, Erica, and Isaac trialing behind him. âI mean, if youâre going to review me, at least take a consensus. Erica, howâs life been for you since we met?â âHmm. In a word⌠transformative.â She lets out a growl, showing her fangs. Boyd looks on between them all. âIsaac?â Derek asks. âWeâll, Iâm a little bummed about being a fugitive, but other than that, Iâm great.â He confidently shares. âOkay, hold on. This isnât exactly a fair fight.â Scott complains. Derek smiles sarcastically at the young boy. âThen go home, Scott.â Derek nods and Erica and Isaac take large strides towards Scott, who doesnât take a second longer to shift into the werewolf side of him, crouching down the punch the ice causing a large section of it to crack. Looking up to face the group, golden yellow eyes shinning back at them. âI mean fair for them.â He confirms letting out a roar.
Isaac is thrown into the plexiglass around the rink. Growls leaving him as he looks up to see Scott having no issue fighting Erica. The blonde hits the ice as Isaac advances on McCall wolf, Scott doesnât move, letting Isaac walk all the way to him, Erica stands up and pushes Scott from behind into Isaac, who grabs a hold of the boy and pushes him against the Zamboni that Boyd still takes residence on, watching it all play out. The Lachey boy throws Scott to the ice who slides a few feet away, but stopping himself from sliding more by raking his claws against the ice, more growls are sounded as Scott advances Isaac and tackles him down, Erica jumping onto Scottâs back trying to fight him off, he shoves her into the Zamboni, knocking her off of him and onto the floor of ice, where Isaac takes a swing but itâs dodged effortlessly as heâs taken down to the ground landing a kick to the face by the McCall boy. Both newly turned werewolves get up to take charge together, but are thrown back to Derekâs feet by some kind of force field, causing all four wolfs and Boyd to look up, to see Y/n walking towards them all a look of pure rage on her soft delicate features, once standing beside her brother, Derek and his betas make way closer, but stop when Derek stops.
Their a few feet in front of the twins now, Y/n takes step forward and slams her right fist into the side of Ericaâs face, the force behind it not strong enough for her to hit the ground but enough to have her head whipped to the side, the blondes hand coming to her cheek where the smaller girls fist made direct contact. âDonât ever hit me again.â The youngest McCall demands getting right in the blonde betas face. A look of awe and surprised shock crosses both her brothers and Derekâs face. Erica looks up and looks murderous, but Y/n doesnât budge, the anger and protectiveness she felt since she woke up and figured out where her brother was is still pumping through her. The blonde takes a step forward in attempts to put the human in her place, but is stopped by a firm grip on her arm by Derek who gives her a look that says âwhat did I tell youâ the anger comes back to Scott as he looks at the smartass smirk Derekâs face. And looks at the new betas. âDonât you get it? Heâs not doing this for you. Heâs just adding to his own power, okay? Itâs all about him. He makes you feel like heâs giving you some sort of gift when all heâs done is turn you into a bunch of guard dogs!â He yells and shoves them back with force that leads them to fall at Derekâs feet again. âItâs true.â Derek says. âIt is about power.â He adds, his legs bring him closer to the twins. His claws come out, his eyes glow red, he cracks his neck as his fangs come out and he lets out a roar of his own, shifting into wolf form, he comes to an almost non-noticeable stop when Y/n steps and places herself in front of her brother, she will admit that was probably the stupidest thing sheâs ever done but itâs short lived when Scott moves her out of way and pushes her back to the side, not enough for her to hit the ground, but enough for her to stumble back a few feet. âY/n/n. Stay there. I mean it.â Scott demands, not taking his eyes off the older wolf still walking towards him. Derek's head connect with Scottâs nose, and a gasp leaves the girls lips as Derekâs claws swipe 4 deep gashes across her brothers stomach. Derek sends two upper cut punches to the McCall boys face, Y/n tries to concentrate, sheâs not 100% sure how she found the strength and force she was able to use to throw Erica and Isaac back from her brother, but she canât seem to find it. Another punch from the older man landed to the younger boys stomach, Derek goes to grab Scott, but Scott sends his elbow back into the other manâs face, sending him back and giving enough room for Scott to get the upper hand, but not for long as another punch from Derek is thrown and another, and another, Derek then grabs him from the collar of his jacket and throws the boy to the ground, the younger of the two landing on his back spitting out blood, the Hale werewolfâs foot
Comes to put on the boys chest just under his neck with weight, more then anyone without supernatural strength could withstand. A force throws the greened eyed man back a foot, crashing lightly into the Zamboni behind him and off the injured teen. Scott lays thereâs catching his breath, letting air fill his lungs, Derek knew where the force came from and looked up to the young girl, worry filling his body when we saw the amount of blood coming from nose and the weakness in her body, but his face didnât show that, he kept the rage, the annoyance, the distance. Y/n felt tired, she felt nauseous, she felt she was going to pass out and not wake for days. Derek turns and walks back to the newbie wolves, Boyd getting off the machine, as the younger twin rushes to her brother who is still laying in the ice still catching his breath and groaning in pain from the deep cuts on his abdomen. âHey! Scott. You with me.â Panic in her voice. âYeah.â He groans out. Boyd comes up to the two, and Scott sits up and beat he can at the moment. âDonât. You donât wanna be like them.â Scott says through gritted teeth. âYouâre right.â Boyd tells him, relief fills the twins but itâs cut short when Boyd lifts his shirt showing off the bite that covers the side of his torso. Relief turns to dread. âI wanna be like you.â He tells Scott and walks off toward the group, leaving the rink. âWhat the hell do we do now?â Y/n asks, her eyes still on the group of power-hungry werewolves. âI donât know.â He tells his sister.
A dumpster lid pops open, and Stiles emerges from it, pushing garbage bags away from him and rubbing his head and he seems to be coming back from his slumber. âBitch.â He mutters to himself before climbing out. Parking in the driveway of their house Scott cuts the engine, it seems Derek had one of his new minions drive her momâs car back to the house as he drove her unconscious ass back home, but after the ice rink event she knew she probably shouldnât be driving. âHow did you do that?â Scott asked his sister. âI donât know, I was already pissed off about being knocked out by the crazy blonde with a 2x4 and then when I got to the rink and saw what was going on I guessed I just got angrier, plus I felt super protective, Iâm pretty sure thatâs a dangerous combination, so yeah honestly I donât know.â She replied. âIâve never seen you hit anyone before.â He tells her and letâs out a small laugh but recoils at the pain that follows. Y/n letting out a small barely there laugh herself. âBecause Iâve never hit anyone before.â Her confession causes Scott to look at her in shock. âThe first time you punch someone not only is it a werewolf, but it also almost sent her, again a werewolf to the ground.â The shock apparent on his features. âOkay settle down, it helps me that she didnât see it coming, I took her by surprise, if Iâm being honest, I took myself by surprise too. Also remind me to never punch a werewolf again, it felt like her face was made of steel.â She says dramatically. Itâs silent for a moment. âAre you gonna be, okay?â He asks worriedly. Getting a nod. âYeah, I have a raging headache and I could probably sleep for a week, but yeah, Iâll be okay. Where are you going?â She already knew the answer, but she was just checking. âWork.â Sending another nod his way she exits the car, and heading inside as she hears the car pulling out of the driveway. Y/n sluggishly moved up the stairs and towards her bedroom, didnât even have the energy to be startled by the man sitting on the end of her bed. She let out a tired sigh. âI feel like Iâm asking this a lot lately, but what are you doing here?â She really wasnât in the mood for this right now, and she knew what he was going ask before he even opened his mouth. âAre you okay?â âHmm, am I okay. Let me think. No, Derek. No, Iâm not okay.â She was using what little strength and energy she had left, but she wanted him to see she was angry, she didnât even know if he cared but she was gonna make sure he knew anyways. âIâm sorry.â He said, his voice soft and distant, he didnât understand it, but he needed her to know that he was sorry and that he meant it. The E/C eyed girl let out a scoff. He excepted, and he knew she had a right to be mad. âYouâre sorry? Youâre sorry, huh. You know what Derek I donât fucking care. I just watched you beat the crap out of my brother for what, a power trip, some kind of weird hazing for your new dysfunctional werewolf academy youâve seemed to have started, or just because you could, either way I donât care. I donât know what game your playing at, I donât know what you game plan is I donât know what you think your end game is going to be, and maybe I wonât ever know. But what I do want to know is why you care so much about what I think.â
He wasnât sure if he was more shocked at her raised voiced the f-bomb she had dropped, but he remained silent cause there wasnât an answer he could give her that would be good enough. âWhy do you feel it necessary to apologize to me, why does it matter to you if Iâm okay?â She demanded again. âDerek!â She yelled, hoping to snap him out of his silence. It worked. âI donât know!â He yelled back coming to a stand, but staying at the end of the bed. âI donât know why I care, if I could turn it off, I would!â He continued to yell. Sheâs confused as to why exactly but hearing him say that stung a bit, but she didnât let it show. âWhat is your game plan here, Derek. What do you want?â She decided to change course. âI need a pack, Iâm more powerful with one.â He told her matter-of-fact. But she didnât fully believe that answer. âI donât believe thatâs the full reason.â She told him. âI donât care what you believe.â He declared harshly. Letting out another sigh, Y/n shakes her head in defeat. She didnât understand the purpose of this conversation to start with and she definitely doesnât understand the purpose now, and she was tired. âI think you should go.â There was no anger, or harshness to her voice,
But it definitely wasnât up for debate. âFine.â He replied with the same tone as her and walked out her bedroom door, down the stairs and out the front door. She didnât know how to process that conversation, she couldnât figure out why he cared, or why she cared, but she didnât have time to think about it more because the second Y/nâs head hit the pillow she was out.
Scott walked into the animal clinic, lifting his shirt to examine the gash on his stomach for the tenth time. âWhy arenât you healing?â He groaned. âBecause itâs from an alpha.â Scottâs head listed at the sound of his bosses voice to come to see not only Deaton but the dead man with claw marks all over his torso that a certain Argent had brought in earlier. âWhoa.â Scott said with a startled. âI think maybe we better have that talk now.â Deaton tells the young teen.
Jackson Whitmore had parked his truck in the middle of the lacrosse field as he angrily throws games balls into a target ring he had set up. He jumped into his truck and started beating on the steering wheel, he was pissed off, he couldnât find Derek, he couldnât find answers, and he hadnât turned into a werewolf like he had wanted, the bite didnât work and he was feeling the most angry he has felt in along time if not the most angry he has ever felt. He rested his head in her arms resting on the steering wheel and took a feel stuttering breaths, then starting the truck, but when he went to move the truck was stuck in the mud, he kept hitting the gas to see if it would budge itself out on its own but it didnât, the anger and frustration coming back as he exited his vehicle, walking around the back of the truck to try and push it out he ended up slipping in the mud, only adding to his anger more and more. He tried to push it again, but instead lifted the back end about 5 feet off the ground, before dropping it back down, with a stunned shock look before it shifted to a smile. He thought maybe things were starting to move along, maybe the shift was slower for him, or maybe Lydia truly had been effecting it for him, but he was taking this as a win.
Isaac Lahey and his father sat at the table in the kitchen eating dinner, the teenager tried to avoid as much eye contact with the older man as possible. âUm... so far, itâs an âAâ in French and a âBâ minus in Econ.â He told him. âOh. What about chemistry?â Mr. Lahey asked as he cut into his chicken. âIâm not sure.â He wasnât too good in that class and he was a little far behind, but he didnât want to tell his father that, in fear of what might happen. âUh, midterms are in a few days so it could go up.â His voice low. âWell, whatâs it at now?â âThe grade?â He asked, he was starting to stall or make it not sound as bad has failing which is what he was. âUh, yeah.â The man replied. Isaac shook his head. âUh, Iâm not sure.â A smile on the mans face. âBut you just said it could go up.â The younger of the two was starting to stress out, his hand going through his hair. âI just, Uh, I meant generally.â Mr. Lahey was losing his patience; well, he didnât really have any to begin with it was more fake patience and it never lasted long. âYou wouldnât be lying to me, would you Isaac?â His looked up from his plate a scared look behind his eyes. âNo.â He whispered. âThen tell me your grade.â âI just told you, I donât know.â âYou wanna take this little conversation downstairs?â He threatened, his son shaking his head no. âNo? Then tell me the grade, son.â His anxiety was starting to spike, he was in a lose situation here, tell his dad the grade and get in trouble or donât tell him and still get in trouble, and it wasnât having his phone taken away, it was more a fist to the face or the rib cage maybe a kick to the spine. Either way, it wasnât going to work out in his favor. âDad, these semesters only half over.â âIsaac?â âThereâs plenty of time-â Â âIsaac.â His dad cut him off. âItâs ... itâs a âDâ.â He finally said knowing there was no way around it. âAll right.â The older man said calmly, placing his fork onto his plate. âItâs a âDâ.â He repeated. âIâm not angry.â His tone almost believable. âYou know Iâm gonna have to find a way to punish you though. I have my responsibility as a parent. So, weâll start with something simple, like Uh... tell you what, you do the dishes and clean up the kitchen,
okay?â Isaac took a minute, he let his body calm slightly before giving a small nod. âYeah.â He agreed. âGood. Because Iâd really like to see this place spotless.â He told the boy has he threw his mug on the hardwood floors, causing it to shatter. âKnow what Iâm saying?â He taunted. The boy tensed up again, for a second, he thought he was going to be okay tonight. âYou know? I mean this entire kitchen.â He says before grabbing a hold of his plate and throwing it on the ground, Isaac jumped off his chair and cowered against the wall. Mr. Lahey picked up the glass pitcher in the middle of the table and threw it at the wall near his sons head, who used his arms to protect his head. âYeah, absolutely spotless.â Isaac looked up after a few seconds a small shard of glass sticking out of his face a few inches under his right eye, he let out a painful grunt when he pulled it out. âWell, that was your fault.â His father told him. âYou could have blinded me.â The boy said angrily as he stood up facing his father. âShut up! Itâs a scratch! Itâs hardly even...â the older mans words fell short when he saw the blood trail on the boys faces moving up his check and back into the wound and then the cut itself close up and heal perfectly in front of his eyes. A shocked expression on his face, leading the younger Lahey to touch his face to find there was nothing there, his own shocked expression as he made a run for the front door. âIsaac.â His father walked after him. Isaac was out the door and on his bike before his father came out. He called his name, but the boy kept going. A frustrating sigh left the man as he grabbed his keys from his pocket and climb into the car to find the boy. Jackson Whitmore who lived across the street was taking out a small clear garage bag full of the tissues that covered his bedroom floor not to long ago. âFreaks.â He muttered.
Mr. Lahey drove down the roads of beacon hills in search of his son, when it started to rain, hard it was a down pour, he hit his breaks when he drove past an alley seeing a bike discarded in the middle of it, the man backed his car up so his driver door was parked right at the opening of the alley. âIsaac!â He yelled when he rolled down the car window. Rolling it back up he stepped out of the car and jogged into the alley towards the bike calling the boys name, but his calls went unanswered. Stopping at the bike his voice got quieter. âIsaac?â He took off his glasses the lenses were covered in water droplets making it hard for him to see, he saw a shadowed figure standing a little ways away from him, but he couldnât tell who it was. He put his glasses back on but when he looked up there was no longer anyone standing there. âOkay, thatâs enough. Letâs go!â He claps his hands as to say hurry up. When no answer came be became angry again, taking off his glasses to wipe away the rain again. âIsaac, grab your bike and letâs go!â The shadowed figure was back standing where it had been just moments ago. âIsaac?â Not bothering to clean the lenses he put them over his eyes to see whoever or whatever was standing there had yellow eyes, he didnât know what it was he was looking at but it couldnât be real, he watched as it got down on the ground on all fours and looked ready to pounce. âHolyâ he yelled turning around, and running for his car, the creature right behind him, he got in the car closing the door. âNo! No! No!â He yelled as the thing came running full force, the two playing a game of tug of war with the door, the creature pulling it open while Mr. Lahey trying to pull it close, in the end the man was no match for the being who ripped off the car door throwing it down the alley, now jumping into the car, only to literally rip the owner of the vehicle apart, blood filled the inside of the car along with the outside of it.
Allison walks out her front door and to her car, getting in and closing the door she lets her breath fan over the window of the divers side to reveal a hidden message. âMid night.â It spelled out.
Now walking through the darkened wooded area on the edge of a cliff, she looks through the trees, a branch snapping behind her, she turns around, the light from her phone screen causes Scottâs eyes to glow. âHey.â She chuckles. âWhat are you doing?â He asks her. âJust trying to find you.â Her tone confused. âDid anyone see you leave?â âNo. No one, I was careful. Whatâs wrong? It is the full moon tomorrow night?â Scott stops looking around to make sure she wasnât followed, to look back at her. âNo. No, itâs not that. Um, I just wanted to ask you some things. About your, um, your family. Actually, your grandfather.â He tells her cautiously. âOkay, but I donât really know him. I mean, heâs kind of just a guy who sends a check in the mail every year for my birthday.â âDoes he know about me?â Scott asked. âAbout us?â Allison shakes her head. âNo, my dad hasnât said a thing. What is it? Did something else happen?â He sighs. âWe just need to be a lot more careful now.â âTheyâre not gonna spilt us apart.â The Argent girl assures him confidently. âNot us.â He says, thinking back to what he saw them to in the woods. Allison smiles at him and pulls him closer, placing her lips on his, they moved in sync with one another. âYouâre sure no one followed you?â He asked her once more when he pulled away. âTotally, absolutely, 100 million percent sure.â She smiles at him. âMy parents are out anyways.â âOut?â He questions, unsure. âYeah, itâs date night.
Chris Argent stands in the empty parking lot of beacon hill high school, and cocks his gun. A man on brown khakis, a black sweater vest and a black blazer walks out the double doors, heâs carrying a stack of papers in one had and a laptop bag in the other. He grabs his keys to unlock his car door, to find Chris standing there in waiting who offers the man a smile. âCan I help you?â He asks. âWell, I hope so, principal Tomas. As a concerned parent, uh, I was wondering... how long has it been since your last performance review?â Principle Tomasâ face pulls into a frown. âWhat?â He doesnât seem to understand, what the man standing in the way of his car is asking. The frown leaves the man face but is replaced with worry when two other men dressed in all black coming walking out of the shadows and stop right behind Chris. âWe were wondering.â Argent corrects himself.
Tomas sits in the back of an SUV in between the two men that had shown up just minutes prior, while Victoria sat in the seat in front of him reading over some of his papers. âAre you aware thereâs been an alarming drop in academic achievement and test scores over the past few semesters?â She asks. âExcuse me?â Heâs not understanding why 3 grown men dragged him to an SUV in the middle of the night in the middle of an empty parking lot to talk about test scores. âItâs led the parents of beacon hills to the unfortunate conclusion that you may no longer be suited to the position of school principal.â Tomas letâs out a chuckle. âYou canât fire me.â âTrue.â The fiery red head nods. âBut we can torture you.â She informs as she pulls out, theyâre weird probe taser looking thing. From outside the car the light from the taser can be seen along with the sounds of principal Tomasâ screams of agony. âDerek?â Isaac yells as he runs down the stairs to an abandoned train/subway station. âDerek!â His voice is urgent and fearful, as he runs closer to the broken-down train. âWhatâs wrong?â Derek asks casually, as the boy steps into the train. âMy dad. I think heâs dead.â
Heâs out of breath and afraid. The new Alpha steps forward a look of worry. âWhat did you do?â Isaac shakes his head. âThatâs the thing. It wasnât me.â
Stiles and Scott are walking down the hall towards the boyâs locker room for their morning practice. âIâm serious. Itâs not like the last full moon. I donât feel the same.â Scott tried to convince his best friend, who looks bored and clearly not buying it. âOh, does that include the urge to maim and kill people, like me? Like Y/N?â He snarks as they walk into the locker room heading for their lockers. âI swear I donât have the urge maim and kill either of you.â They lower their voices to a whisper as so no one overhears them. âYou know, you say that now but then the full moon goes up and out comes the fangs and the claws and thereâs a lot of howling and screaming and ruining everywhere, okay? And itâs very stressful on me and so yes, Iâm still locking you up.â Stiles rants and puts his foot down on the matter. âOkay, fine. But I do think Iâm in more control now. Especially since things are good with Allison.â The McCall boy smiles dreamily. Stiles not sharing the same emotions towards that. âOkay, Iâm aware of how good things are with Allison.â âTheyâre really good.â âI. Thankyou, I know.â The Stilinski boy still not caring very much. âI mean, like, really good.â He had a hint of something in his tone and Stiles knows exactly what he means. âAll right, I get it! Just please shut the hell up before I have the urge to maim and kill myself.â Scottâs demeanor changes now noticing his friendâs behavior. âAll right, did you get something better than handcuffs this time?â Stiles nods. âYeah, much better.â He tells the McCall boy as he opens his locker, and a long metal chain starts to fall from the top shelf of his locker, both staring dumbfounded at it, not even trying to stop it, the rest of their teammates come over to see what was making a metal clanking noise, and coach walked up beside Stiles, staring at the chain that continues to untangle and fall to the floor. Finally, when the chain runs its course and itâs all on the floor Finstockâs voice fills the room. âPart of me wants to ask. The other part says knowing will be more disturbing than anything I could ever imagine. So... Iâm gonna walk away.â Thereâs an awkward chuckle in the mad voice as he moves towards his office. âThatâs good. Thatâs a wise choice, coach.â Stiles says, pretty much to himself considering he had moved far away from the two. Scott and Stiles both bend down to pick up the chain, but Scott pauses and looks up, his eyes glowing their golden yellow, heâs sensed something, and looks around to room at all the other players. âYou, okay?â Stiles asks. âScott.â He calls getting the boyâs attention âthereâs another. In here, right now.â Scott whispers. âAnother what?â âAnother werewolf.â A few lockers behind them Isaac lifts his head upon hearing that. As he was the other werewolf the McCall boy was picking up on.
âYou guys really donât remember anything?â Allison asks Y/N and Lydia as the three are walking up the steps to the main entrance of the school. âThey called it a fugue state.â Y/N told her. âWhich is basically a way of saying âwe have no idea why you canât remember running through the woods naked with your best friend for two days.â Lydia sasses. âCorrection, I wasnât completely naked.â The McCall girl tells her. âBut personally, I donât care. I lost nine pounds!â Lydia says cheerfully, getting a chuckle out of her two best friends. âAre you guys ready for this?â The tall Burnett asks softly. âPlease. Itâs not like my aunts a serial killer.â The strawberry blonde tried to joke, or she was just being a bitch to mask her own nerves. âLydia!â Y/N whisper yelled at the girl, but she went ignored, as the Martin girl walked into the school, leaving the other a standing there stunned Allison a little pissed. Following Lydia in the trio stopped, when they saw everyone in the hallway stop and stare at them, Lydia and Y/N froze, eyes wide, definitely not the kind of attention they wanted. She felt the panic setting in, but to be fair it hadnât really left since a few nights ago in the woods. No one moved, a hallway full of at least 50 people just kept staring at them. âMaybe itâs the nine pounds.â Allison leans over and whispers to Lydia, who seems to take the confidence boost, moves her bangs out of her face and struts down the hall. Allison links arms with Y/N. âcome on.â She smiles as the two follow after the IT girl.
âIt was kind of like a scent,â Scott started to explain as him and Stiles sat down on the bench on the lacrosse field. âBut I couldnât tell who it was.â âWhat if you can get him one on one? Would that help?â The Stilinski boy questions. âYeah.â âOkay. I think I got an idea.â He tells him as he gets up and run off to do something, leaving Scott in wonder of what kind of plan the boy has this time.
âYou need a digital camera?â The boy with the camera from Kateâs funeral asks Jackson as they gear up. âYeah. Something that can record in low light. All night long.â The boy frowns hearing how that sounds. âWhat are you recording?â He asks cautiously. âSomething in low light. All night long.â The jock says slower. âDo you have the camera or not?â Deciding to ignore the ideas forming inside his head, he goes on to ask another question. âDo you have 100 bucks?â Jackson scoffs. âI drive a Porsche. What do you think?â Camera boy sighs. âI think your parents have 100 bucks.â âJust get me the camera.â Jackson demands now done talking to the player sitting next to him. Stiles goes running back to Scott, his hands full of equipment, as Y/N walks behind Jackson heading towards Scott and Stiles. âNice jacket.â The boy sitting next to Jackson says pointing to the tanned leather jacket sheâs wearing, she looked around to see if he was talking to her, and he was. âThanks.â She said awkwardly, not even knowing who this kid was. âMatt.â he tells her. Y/N nods. âThanks Matt.â She gives a polite smile and proceeds to head towards the two boys she came here for. Not bothering to look back, and missing Matt eyeing her up like a chocolate cake. Jackson nudges Matt. âShe doesnât date.â He informs him, himself not liking the predatory look the boy was giving his sort of friend. âI told coach youâre switching with Danny for the day.â She heard Stiles say as she walked up beside them. âBut I hate playing goal.â Scott tells him. âRemember when I said I had a idea? This is the idea.â âOh.â âThere we go.â Stiles deadpans. âWhatâs the idea?â The brown eyed boy asks, not getting why he has to play goal. âI seriously donât understand how you survive without me sometimes.â The whistle blows and Stiles pushes Scott towards the field before turning to his other best friend. âHowâs your morning?â He asks. Y/N takes an inhale of breath and presses her lips into a thin line before she answers, as if her facial expression didnât just answer his question. âWell, it would be going a lot better, if everyone wasnât staring at me like Iâm about to have some psychotic episode... again.â She tells him, as she spots a few eyes on her. âWell, you were running around the woods basically naked for two days.â Stiles jokes, putting his arm around her shoulders, earning a glare from the H/C haired girl. âDo you wanna be one best friend short?â She joked back. âNo. Not really.â The boy laughs, getting a genuine wide smile from her. âSo, what idea do you have and why is he in goal?â Y/N asks. âAnother werewolf.â He tells her. âOf course.â The McCall girl mutters under her breath.â Stilesâ face contorts into a frown that asks whatâs wrong, but only gets a shake of her head. âScottâs gonna get close enough to sniff them outâ he finishes. Their conversation was cut off by another blow of coachâs whistle. âLetâs go! Line it up!â
Finstock yells. Stiles hesitates, knowing something is wrong, heâs about to open his mouth to say something, but she beats him to it. âGo!â She tells him with a fake smile and pointing towards the field. Heâs still hesitant but he goes anyways. âFaster!â Coachâs voice sounds again as the player run out onto the field; Y/N sits on the bench. âHere we go.â Scott tells himself as he stands inside the goalie net. The players are lined up, taking their turns to score the ball in the net. A player with the jersey number 18 takes a run for the net, Scott leaving the net and running towards the boy, only to tackle him to the ground. Y/N raises an eyebrow at this, sheâs no expert, but sheâs pretty sure goalie is to stay in the net. âLet me help you up.â Scott grabs onto the player and helps him to his feet and very noticeably smells him. âCouldnât make it a little less obvious?â Y/N whispers knowing her brother could hear her. âMcCall!â âYeah.â He answers, picking up his stick. âUsually, the goalie stays somewhere within the vicinity of the actual goal.â He reminds him. âYes, coach.â And back into the goal he goes, waiting for the next player to take his shot. He blows the whistle, and now its number 8âs turn, recently known as Matt. She had one encounter with him, and she already feels something off. Coach throws the ball, and he catches it, taking a breath before he starts his run for the goal, and Scott is out of the net and flips the boy over his shoulder, Matt landing harm on his back. Okay she has to admit, she found some enjoyment in that. And again, doesnât try to hide the aggressive sniffing. âWhat the hell, man?â Matt questions. âMy bad, dude.â Scott replies, standing back up and going back towards the net. âMcCall! The positions goalkeeper. Not goal abandoner.â He again reminds the boy with a confused shake of his head. âSorry, coach.â He smiles getting back in the goal. Number 28 is now knocked to the ground. Danny who is up next, looks to Jackson behind him, heâs not sure whatâs going on, and now wondering why he had to switch with McCall. Once again Scott tries to sniff out the wolf. Stiles groans at his painful this is to watch, and Y/N covers her face with her hand, thinking this is too much. âStilinski, what the hell is wrong with your friend?â Coach asks grabbing the boy by the metal caging on his helmet. âUh, heâs failing two classes. Heâs a little socially awkward and if you look close enough, his jaw lines kind of uneven.â Coach moves away from the boy to closely look at the McCall boy. âThatâs interesting.â He states walking away from the line of players. âLetâs fire it up.â He says throwing a ball into the Dannyâs net and Scott gets ready to leave the net yet again, his body slams the player to the ground with ease aggressively sniffing at him. âItâs Armani.â Danny tells him casually. âHuh?â Scott asks confused. âMy aftershave. Armani.â âOh. Itâs nice.â The whistle blows. âMcCall! You come out of that goal one more time and youâll be doing suicide runs till you die. Itâll be the first ever suicide run that actually ends in a suicide. Got it?â âYes coach.â He responds walking back into the goal. Jacksonâs next in line with frown brows. âUh, coach, my shoulders hurting. Iâm gonna... Iâm gonna sit this one out.â Heâs unsure what is going on, but he knows he wants no part in whatever the boy in the net is up too as he walks off towards the bench. In front of Stiles and next in line is Isaac Lachey, Stiles can hear him breathing heavily and growling under his breath, a look of worry and possibly realization crosses his face before he looks up to meet Y/nâs eye and nods towards the boy in front of him with a look that says itâs him, but his worried looked turns into one of confusion when he sees her roll her eyes as she gets up from the bleachers and walks off the field, he knows something is bothering her and he also knows thereâs something she isnât telling him which worries him again because she tells him and Scott everything though he doesnât have time
to think about it any longer when he notices from the corner of his eye that Isaac has took off down the field. Scott makes eye contact with Isaac and sees a familiar look in his eyes a violent look he has now come to same realization has his friend, the whistles blows and coach throws a ball into the players lacrosse stick and without a second to waste the Lachey boy takes off, Scott following suit each boy picks up the pace as they collide into one another sending them both painfully to the ground both panting as they make eye contact only itâs not their normal eye color staring back itâs the golden yellows of the wolf DNA that has now made home in their bodies. The whistle blows and their both brought back to the real world and the distant sounds of radio chatter Isaac looks up and Scott follows his line of sight to see three officers walking onto the field towards them, now looking back to the newer wolf whoâs look of rage is replaced by one of fear. âDonât tell them.â He pleads with the McCall boy. âPlease donât tell them.â
Y/n walked the school halls aimlessly, if she was being honest she wasnât paying much attention to where she was and she didnât care, she was normally really good when it came to dealing with things, organizing her thoughts and compartmentalizing, but then again it was school and work and exams and homework and shopping dates with her favorite strawberry blond not werewolves and hunters and... and watching people be cut in half, thatâs a reasonable excuse for her brain going completely blank, right. Y/nâs thoughts were interrupted by her phone going off, she didnât bother looking at the caller ID before answering if she had she might not have answered. âHelloâ her voice monotoned. âHey, get to the field right now!â Her brothers voice was demanding but not mean but before she had a chance to answer he hung up, of course he did. She let out a heavy sign before turning around and making her way back.
Y/n got to the field in no time and when she did, she understood the tone in her brothers voice when she saw 3 officers talking to Isaac and Stiles and Scott not so subtly waving her over. âWhatâs going on?â She asked when she made her way over. âHis fathers dead. They think he was murdered.â Scott told them as he listened in from afar. âAre they saying heâs a suspect?â Stiles asked. âIâm not sure, why?â âBecause they can lock him in a holding cell for 24 hours.â âLike, overnight?â Scott questioned. âDuring the full moon.â Y/n said as the three watched as the three walked off with the teenage boy. âHow good are these holding cells at holding people?â Scott asked his friend. âPeople, good. Werewolves, probably not that good.â The Stilinski boy replied. âSo, what do we do?â The younger girl asked, both boys turning to her question. âWhat do you mean?â Another dumb question from her brother. She was already on edge this wasnât helping. âWell like Stiles said they hold people okay and werewolves not to sure, and even if the cell could hold him, itâs still a full moon heâs gonna shift weâve already got hunters on your ass how much more up your ass are they going to be when he,â Y/n points off into the direction that Isaac left in. âRips apart the station?â Both looking at her with widen eyes. âShe has a point.â Stiles said after a moment. âStiles, remember when I said I donât have the urge to maim and kill?â âYeah.â âHe does.â The trio sharing a look of uncertainty.
âWhy would Derek choose Isaac?â Scott whispered as they sat in chemistry each boy on either side of Y/n. âPeter told me that if the bite doesnât turn you, it kills you.â Stiles responded, pausing when sees the confused look on Y/nâs face. She wasnât dead and she wasnât a werewolf so it still left her wondering how, maybe a 1 in a million chance but then there was Lydia who again the same thing isnât dead isnât a wolf. âAnd maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving.â Stilesâ voice brought her out of thought as she looked between him and her brother. âDoes being a teenager mean your dad canât hold him?â Y/n couldnât tell if it was panic or relief in her brothers voice, maybe a mixture of both. âWell, not unless they have soils evidence. Or a witness.â Stiles told them. âWait.â Y/n said at the same time Stiles turned around to face Danny sitting alone when normally he was sat with Jackson. âDanny. Whereâs Jackson?â The boy with the buzz cut asked. âIn the principleâs office talking to your dad.â Stilesâ shook his head confused. âWhat? Why?â Dannyâs brows pinched together looking between the three then back to Stiles. âMaybe because he lives across the street from Isaac.â Scott and Y/n slowly nodding their heads as Stiles turned back to face them. âWitness.â The twins said together. âWe gotta get to the principleâs office.â The Stilinski boy told them. âHow?â Scott questioned before both looked at the girl sitting between them. Y/n looked between the two, letting out a sigh and a small shake of her head before grabbing her note book quietly tearing a blank page from the bindings and crumpling it up into a ball. âEveryone please turn to page 73.â Mr. Harris told the class as Y/n took aim at the back of his head, causing the man to whip around to face the students. âWho in the hell did that?â He demanded not all surprised but definitely annoyed. Stiles and Scott pointed at Y/n at the same time she pointed to the boys on either side of her, trying hard to hold in her smirk.
The Stilinski boy and the McCall siblings made their way down the halls towards their destination. âWhat was that?â Scott asked a hint of amusement in his tone. âHe said we needed to get to the principalâs office and you asked how, I created a solution for the how.â She shrugged with a small smile. âIt was also the first thing that came to mind, leave me alone.â She finished playfully. Causing the other two to laugh. Coming up to the principalâs office they room a seat on the 6 chairs lined up outside the office and Scott used his hypersensitive hearing to listen on the conversation between sheriff Stilinski and the Whitmore boy. âWait. So are you telling me that you knew Isaacâs father was hitting him?â He heard the sheriff ask. âWhat are they saying?â His sister whispered next to him who only got a response in the form of her brother holding up his index finger to signal one minute. âHitting him? He was kicking the crap out of him.â Jackson replied like it was no big deal looking bored as hell. A look of disgust crossed Noahâs face at the young jock. âDid you ever say anything to anyone? A teacher, parents, anyone?â âNopeâ Jackson shook his head. âItâs not my problem.â He finished. âNo, no, of course not. You know, itâs funny that the kids getting beaten up are always the ones who least deserve it.â The older man said, probably wanting to take a hit at the self-centered boy. âYeah.â The teen agreed, âwait, what?â He questioned not understanding. âI think weâre done here.â Noah finishes not impressed with the boy sitting across from him and exits the office seeing the trio in the hall, Stiles quickly grabbed a magazine covering his face in hopes it would hide him from his fathers gaze. Noah let out a loud sigh. âHi, Scott. Hi, Y/n.â The twins sending a small wave at the man as he shook his head walked away ignoring his son. âDo you think he saw me?â The boy looked at his friends and asked. âNo, not at all.â She answered sarcastically. âBoys. Girl.â A mans voice came from the door way to the office leading the three teens to turn in the direction of the sound, the twins froze at the newcomer while Stiles just stared, not ever seeing the man before, but a feeling of worry spread through him when he felt Y/nâs stiffen next to him and now seeing the look on her face, she looked scared, not an expression he was use to coming from her. âCome on in.â Gerard smiled pointing his head towards the room behind him and walked off waiting for them to follow. They sat in silence for a moment. âRemember when I said I didnât remember anything.â She asked, her voice just above a whisper. âYeah.â The boys answered. Concerned by her sudden change. âI lied.â
Sitting in the principals office who unfortunately happens to now be Allisonâs grandfather the teenagers are sitting uncomfortably. âScott McCall. Academically not the most accomplished, but I see you have become quite the star athlete.â Scott nods avoiding eye contact. âMr. Stilinski. Oh, perfect grades but little to no extracurriculars. Maybe you should try lacrosse.â Wearing the goofy smile he always does he goes into correct the man. âOh, actually Iâm already-â but the older Argent cuts him off. âY/n McCall.â The younger girls leg is bouncing and she feels as though she gonna throw up or pass out but she canât look away no matter how much she wants to, she needs to see and know his every move. âTwin sister of Scott, outstanding grades, your GPA is beyond impressive, but I also see no extracurriculars.â Y/n doesnât move or say anything, thankfully(selfishly) he moves back to Scott. A fake look of wonder on his face. âHold on. McCall. Youâre the Scott that was dating my granddaughter.â He knew damn well who he was, he was toying with the boy. âWe were dating but not anymore. Not dating, not seeing any of each other or doing anything with each other... at all.â Scott stammered and on any other day she would have kicked him to get him to stop talking, but her only concern was the man sitting behind the desk as though he was gonna leap at the werewolf in the room, she knew he probably wouldnât but she didnât want to risk it even though she was at a loss at what she could even do she was still basically useless not fully knowing how to use whatever abilities she had, the one time she has actually tried Stiles had to stop her before she ended up hurting herself and in the situation they had been in at the time could have put them in even more danger. âRelax, Scott, you look like your about to crack a cyanide pill with your teeth.â âJust a hard break up.â He responded sadness written all over him. He tried to focus on something else so he listened into his sisters heart rate, when she said she lied about not remembering anything in the woods upon seeing the older man he knew right away what she had meant, he noticed her shoulders were tensed and her leg was bouncing he didnât need hypersensitive senses to know she was freaking out, it wouldnât surprise him if she just up and snapped but what did surprise him was even with the look of fear she was trying to hide and the body language her heart was steady, perfect rhythm. Y/nâs heart though was actually racing she feared it was going to jump right out of her chest, she needed to get out of here. âOh, thatâs too bad. You seem like a pretty nice kid to me. Now listen, kids. Yes, I am the principal, but I really donât want you to think of me as the enemy.â Stiles let out a sarcastic huff of a laugh. âHeh, is that so?â Unless youâre a supernatural being. Y/n thought to herself. âHowever, this being my first day, I do need to support my teachers. So unfortunately, someone is going to have to take the fall and stay behind for detention.â Gerard told them, but looked right to Stiles who was paying attention, Scott followed and looked to his best friend, but still Y/n didnât take her eyes away from the werewolf hunter playing principal. The Stilinski boy looked up and noticed 2 out of the 3 looking at him. A sigh leaving him knowing he was the one taking the fall.
The second they were dismissed none of them hesitated before getting up and quickly leaving the office, rounding the corner Scott stepped in front of his sister and friend, looking at his twin. âYou saw it didnât you? You saw what he did? That's what you saw in the woods.â Scott told her though it sounded more like a question. âScott-â Â She whispered, avoided eye contact, she didnât want to think about it anymore, she wanted to forget that, erase that horrific scene from her mind. Poor Stiles looked between the two McCallâs confused. âSaw what?â He questioned, not getting a reply and the werewolf speaking again. âWhy didnât you tell me?â He sounded hurt; they told each other everything. âI have to meet Lydia.â And with that she walked away leaving one concerned and one confused. She was fine, there was no need to dwell on this, what happened happen nothing she can do about it now, time to move on. She had an odd feeling she was going to have to get use to these kinds of things and bottling them up seemed well not healthy, but she refused to be the one needing saving, she couldnât stand the damsels in distress who always needed someone else to rescue them if she ever needed a hero, she was determined to be her own damn hero. âSaw what?â Stiles asked again turning to the boy once Y/n was out of sight. Scott shook his head and went on to explain what had happened and about what he thought his sister might have seen.
Lydia was standing behind Jackson has the Whitmore boy grabbed his things from his locker. âItâs just that we havenât really talked since that night and well,â she paused noticing he wasnât paying much attention to her. âJackson, can you, like, look at me for half a second?â The jock letâs out a sigh and shut his locker as he turns to face his ex-girlfriend. âListen if you hadnât found me and carried me back, I could have died. So, I just... I wanted to say Thankyou.â Jackson gives a scoff of a laugh. âLydia, weâre not getting back together.â âWhat?â Genuinely shocked a bit. âAnd just because I kept you from bleeding out on a field once, donât expect me to come running every time you start screaming.â âI never saidââ she started defensively but was cut off again. âIâm not responsible for you. Okay? But I will give you one piece of advice, and you should pass it on to your precious BFF Y/n. If I were you, Iâd stay home tonight.â Finally walking away from her, Lydia turning to stare at his back. âWhat does that mean? Whatâs tonight?â Her tone and expression bored now. Jackson stops for moment not bothering to look back at her as he chuckles. âItâs a full moon.â He continues to walk off. âJackass problems?â Y/n asks with a smile now standing beside the Martin girl. âWhat did he say?â She asked another question seeing the confusion from the strawberry blonde. âSaid itâs a full moon.â The McCall girlâs brows knit together in fake confusion she knows what Jackson means, but Lydia doesnât, and Y/n still hasnât found away to let her into this new part of her life and Stiles and Scott think itâs best to keep her out of it. âOkay, cool. Study date?â Changing the subject getting a smile in response as Lydia links arms with hers and they head to the parking lot.
Scott grabbed his bag and raced down the hall, down a small flight of stairs and down another hall to the door leading to the parking lot trying to catch up with Isaac who was being out into the back of deputies car, he made it in time to see Isaac look back at him from the back seat as the car was put into to drive and headed towards the station. Scott was half way to the door when the sound of tires screeching brought his attention now on the black charger belonging to none other then Derek Hale. âGet in.â âAre you serious?â The younger of the two asked clearly not having any of it. Derek looked at Scott as in to tell him to hurry up and get in the car. âYou did that. Thatâs your fault.â Derek out his head down knowing the boy was right. âI know that.â He admitted. Now get in the car and help me.â He was no longer demanding more like pleading, but again Scott didnât care. âNo, Iâve got a better idea. Iâm gonna call a lawyer. Because a lawyer might actually have a chance at getting him out before the full moon goes up.â The dark-haired man in the leather jacket sighed. âNot when they do a real search of the house.â âWhat do you mean?â âWhatever Jackson said to the cops, whatâs in the house is worse.â Scott raised his brow in question. âAll lot worse.â Derek added as he leaned over and opened the passenger side door open for him. The teen looked around before admitting defeat and getting into the car, tires squealing as Derek pulled out of the lot. âShe saw.â Scott said a few minutes later. Derek pressed his lips into a thin line. âI know.â He replied quietly. âYou know? How do you know?â Scottâs voice raised more in hurt at the idea of his sister his twin his built-in best friend told Derek who they barely know, over him. âI knew she was in the woods, I could smell the coconut mint perfume she wears and I could hear her heart beat. Iâm also the one who brought her back to hospital I found he walking the road after we spilt, she didnât need to tell me I knew from the look on her face. She was in shock. How is she?â He really wanted to know if she was ok, he wanted her to be ok. Scott didnât feel hurt anymore knowing that she hadnât chose someone over him. âItâs Y/n. Sheâs the one who always keeps it together. Keeps everyone together. Sheâs always fine.â He knew how bad that sounded once the words left his mouth. âMaybe thatâs the problem.â Derek said, taking a quick look at the boy before looking back at the road. Scott knew the older man was probably right but dropped the topic as they had now pulled up the Lachey house.
âIâm not interested in whether they locked up a 16-year-old kid.â Gerard started as he and Chris Argent made their way into the in home office, Gerard moving behind the desk, pulling open a draw and grabbing a small metal compartment full of white, yellow, pink and red pills popping a few into his mouth. âIâm interested in whatâs going to happen to that 16-year-old when the moon hits itâs peak tonight. Do we have proof?â He asked his son. âIs the next step killing him?â The younger Argent man asked not likening the idea of killing a kid werewolf or not. âThe next step is eliminating the threat. Do we have proof?â He asked again. Chris gave a shake of his head. âI havenât been in history class for a while, but Iâm pretty sure straight-up genocide hasnât worked out too often.â The older man was losing his patience. âDo we have proof or not?â He asked yet again and more slowly. âNot irrefutable. But not insignificant. The driver side door of Lacheyâs car was pried off.â Chris began filling in his father on all the information he had on the situation as Allison snuck up in the doorway of the kitchen just a few feet away from the office trying to listen in. Gerard's head lifted at what his son was saying. âPried off?â Allisonâs interest was peaked further hearing this. âRipped off.â The younger corrected. Gerard cleared his throat to signal Chris to stop talking, noticing Allison standing off to the side. The Argent girls father turned around to close the doors to the room to finish his conversation without having his teenage daughter listen in.
Matt was standing out the Whitmore doorstep when Jackson came out handing him the money to borrow the boys camera. âIâm starting to feel a little weird about this.â Camera boy told the jock. âNo, no, no, no. What youâre feeling is $100 richer.â He told him as he pushed the money into Mattâs front pocket of his dark blue jeans. âGive me the camera and go buy yourself another fancy lens or light meter or whatever gives your photography geeks a hard on.â The all to good cocky energy more then visible on the jock. âThis doesnât have anything to do with Y/n, does it?â The odd look back on Jacksonâs face as he did in the field earlier when he noticed Matt staring at the McCall girl. âI see you two sitting together at lunch and at the dance outside the school you looked close.â âAw, you have a little thing for Y/n, Matt? A littleâ a little crush?â He mocked the boy. âNo.â âLike I said earlier sheâs not available, she doesnât date, she turns down everyone. You think Iâm gonna waste my time by doing something as unbelievably ordinary as making a sex tape?â This only confused Matt more. âThen what are you doing?â âDocumenting history.â Jackson states matter-of-fact. âMy history. And I want to be able to see it happening. All of it.â He grabbed the camera bag from Mattâs shoulder and began to walk off back inside the house. âYouâll get it back tomorrow.â Matt walked down the steps from the front door to the sidewalk seeing flashlights through the darkened windows of the house across the street known as Isaac Lacheyâs.
âIf Isaac didnât kill his father, who did?â Scott asked as him a Derek stood in the front entry way of the dark house. âI donât know yet.â The two slowly made their way further into the house. âThe how do you know heâs telling the truth?â Scott asks curiously. âBecause I trust my senses. And itâs a combination of them. Not just your sense of smell.â A look of pure mockery on the older mans face. Scott realizing why. âYou saw the lacrosse thing today?â âYeah.â Not impressed. âDid it look that bad?â Scott asked awkwardly. Derek put a comforting hand on the boysâ shoulder as they kept walking. âYeah.â
Allison waited around the corner waiting for them the exit the study the door creaked as it opened and she counted to five before turning for the room bumping into uniformed officer. âSorry.â She said the deputy smiling at her as he walked past to leave the house. âAllison?â Her father called to grab her attention. âCome in. Weâd like to talk to you.â Her grandfather added. âIâm supposed to study with Lydia and Y/n, I really donât have time to chat.â She takes a few small steps back. âActually, thatâs who we want to talk to you about, sweetheart.â
âYou wanna learn?â Derek asks as he opens the door to the basement, Scott peering in with the flashlight. âLetâs start now.â With that Scott makes his way down the stairs first. âWhatâs down there?â The teen asked. âMotive.â Scott took each step carefully. âAnd what am I looking for?â âFollow your senses.â Derek's voice was distant as he chose to stay at the top of stairs. The McCall boy looked around, the basement was a mess full of clutter, items that probably have been touched in decades. Scoot could feel something he just couldnât figure out what. âWhat happened down here?â âThe kind of thing that leaves an impression.â Scott walked further into the room, bending down to get a better look at an old broken TV the glass screen shattered and had pieces missing, but that wasnât the only thing he noticed, he also spotted nail marks on the floor like someone was dragged, Scott lifted his eyes and did as Derek told him he followed his senses which led him further into the room to a deep freeze, coming to stand in front of it now he saw a large master lock on the outside, holding it in his hand he could now feel fear, but it wasnât his own it was from the memories this particular object held. Derek was now standing next to the boy flashlight blinding him, Scott jumped the suddenness of his presence startling him. âOpen it.â The younger wolf hesitated for only a moment before doing as he was told. The hinges creaked has he lifted the lid, what he saw scared him the whole inside of the freezer was covered in scratch marks, some had blood covering them, even a finger nail had made home inside the box. This was motive.
Stiles rushed through the dark parking lot of the school towards his jeep, phone pressed to his ear. âHey, sorry, Harris literally just let me out of detention. Literally. And he had my phone the whole frickin time.â He ranted. âWell, we need to do something right now. Theyâre asking me all these questions about Y/n and Lydia and how they were bitten by Peter, and then they sent this guy out.â Allison was slightly freaking out on the other end. âWait. What guy?â It was Stilesâ turn to freak out, there was possibly some random hunter dude sent after his Y/n and Lydia. âHe was dressed as a sheriffâs deputy.â Well that was worse, someone on the very inside, but now he knew that one wasnât gunning for the girls. âTheyâre sending him to the station for Isaac.â âHe was also carrying this box with something on it, like, um, like a carving or something.â âWhat was it?â She tried to think of how to describe it when he had an idea. Wait, hold on. Itâs in one of these books.â She told him as she stood at her desk in her bedroom flipping through the pages of the old books she had open. Stiles waiting impatiently but didnât say anything as he waited for her to find it. âIâm taking a pictureâ when she found the page she was looking for, she pulled out her phone, opening her camera app and taking a snap shot of a black and white picture of a flower, then hitting send. He pulled the phone away from his ear to look at the screen when the notification came through. âDid you get it?â She asked. âYeah, wolfsbane.â This confused the Argent girl. âWhat does that mean?â Stiles sighed with horrible realization. âIt means theyâre gonna kill him.â
âThis is why he said yes to you.â Scott stated now understanding. âEveryone wants power.â Scott looked at Derek determination in his eyes. âIf we help you, you have to stop. You canât just go around turning people into werewolves.â âI can if their willing.â The Hale man declared. He didnât see anything wrong with what he was doing. And maybe he wasnât but he also probably wasnât playing fairly on his own end. âDid you tell Isaac about the Argents? About being hunted?â Derek nodded. âYea, and he still asked.â âThen heâs an idiot.â The boy really didnât understand why anyone would want this, he didnât see this as a gift he saw it as a curse, he could no longer be a normal teenage or even a normal person, he brought on a whole other responsibility that he didnât know was possible and it wasnât just him he had managed to drag his sister and best friend into the mess, and who knew who else in the long run of things. âAnd youâre the idiot dating Argentâs daughter. Yeah. I know your little secret. And if I know, how long do you think itâs gonna take for them to find out? You saw what happens to an omega. With me, you learn how to use all of your senses. With me, you learn control. Even on a full moon.â He finished making his point as he held up Scottâs hand showing the claws the boy was having a hard time keeping at bay. âIf Iâm with you, I lose her.â âYouâre gonna lose her anyway. You know that.â He started to walk away, until the McCall boy called after him. âWait. Iâm not part of your pack. But I want him out. Heâs my responsibility too.â Derek frown not understanding. âWhy? Because heâs one of us?â âBecause heâs innocent.â He stated.
Jackson Whitmore was in his room setting up the camera to record him all night while he slept, to see the effects the bite had on him, and he was feeling extra cocky as he crawled into his king size bed for the night.
The inside deputy was driving down the empty streets of beacon hills with a small smile planted on his face, which was quickly gone when the sound of popped tires caught his attention but the wheel jerking side to was what made him stop the car and getting out to inspect the damage. The man stepped out of his car to find to arrows imbedded into the driver side tire, but what he didnât see was the young Argent girl taking stance in the distant with her bow pulling back and letting the arrow fly right into the leg of Chris and Gerard's puppet. A painful groan left the man as he fell to the ground below him. He snapped the arrow in half and slowly and painfully climbed back into his car. Allison walking into the dark alley behind her as not to be seen.
âHey, did you slow him down?â Stiles asked behind the wheel of his jeep as he raced to the station hoping to get to Isaac before anyone else. âYou could say that.â Allison replied from the other end. âAll right, well, uh, Iâm headed to the station right now.â âWhere Scott?â She asked worries about the boy she lives with all these hunters running around tonight. âAt Isaacs.â âDoes he have a plan?â âYeah, but not a very good one. And unfortunately, we donât really have time to come up with anything better.â He told her before hanging up and putting his phone down on the passenger seat, staring out the windshield at the full moon and full display.
Allison opened the basement door in Isaac's house in search of her boyfriend. âScott?â She called making her way down the stairs, seeing him on his knees in the far end of the room, trying to focus on his breathing. She kneeled down in front of him dropping the duffel bag she had brought with her, she unzipped the bag to reveal the chains Stiles had, had earlier in the day. Allison pulled the ends out of the bag and held them between her and the boy. âAre you sure we have to do this?â She asked him. Panting he looked up at her, fangs out and the golden yellow to his eyes. âYes.â He said gently, he wasnât 100% in control but so far, he was better then last full moon. The Burnett paused speaking again. âWhere?â She asked him. Scott and Allison both looking over to the freezer next to them.
Isaac was inside one of the holding cells pushing on the door the moon taking affect on him and with it being his first full moon it was taking its tool on the boy looking through the small, fogged window in the door golden yellow eyes noticeable to anyone who walks by.
Allison helps Scott lower himself into the freezer. She sighs not liking this and not wanting to leave him alone. âPlease. I donât want to hurt you.â He pleaded as if he could read her mind knowing she donât want to leave. She stood there not moving for a few seconds, then leaned down to kiss him then his forehead before slowly closing the lid.
Stiles pulls up the station with Derek now sitting shotgun. Both looking at the main entrance doors. âOkay, now the keys to every cell are in a password protected lockbox in my fatherâs office. The problem is getting past the front desk.â The Stilinski boy explained. âIâll distract her.â Derek said as though it was easy and open the car door to get out. âWhoa, whoa, whoaâ you?â Stiles panicked grabbing onto the man shoulder to stop him. âYouâre not going in there.â Derek didnât respond just stares between the boy and his shoulder. âIâm taking my hands off.â He said timidly. âI was exonerated.â He reminded the teenager. âYouâre still a person of interest.â âAn innocent person.â âAnâ you? Yeah, right!â He laughed sarcastically, but stopped when he saw the murderous look he was being given. âOkay, fine. Whatâs your plan?â The older man froze he didnât think that far. âTo distract her.â He made it sound like it was obvious. âUh-huh. How? By punching her in the face.â âBy taking to her.â Unamused. âOkay, all right. Give me a sample. What are you gonna open with?â Derek didnât answer him. Nodding it was Stilesâ turn to be unamused. âDead silence. That should work beautifully. Any other ideas?â Derek pretends to think about it before looming back at the driver. âIâm thinking about punching you in the face.â Stiles looked offended.
Derek made his way up to the front desk tracing his hand across the desk. âGood evening, how can I helpâ you?â The woman walked out from the back room and paused upon seeing the handsome man in front of her. âHi.â He said wearing a wide smile. âHi.â She repeated. Stiles hiding behind the door waiting for the time to move towards his fatherâs office already looking sick from the encounter unfolding. âUm, I had a question. Um, sorry Iâm a little â a little thrown. I wasnât really expecting someone...â Stiles quietly walked past them. âSomeone like me?â She asked a flirty smile on her own features now. âOh, I was gonna say âso incredibly beautifulâ but, yeah, I guess thatâd mean the same thing.â It looked like it painfully hurt him to smile like this.
Allison wrapped the chain around the freezer connecting it all with the large lock to keep the box closed. âItâs done.â She called out loud enough that Scott could hear her. She hated that she had to do this to him. âItâs locked.â âGo.â He said feeling his control slip more and more away from him and he didnât want her any where near this place if by chance he broke out of his cage for the night. âScott, I canâtââ âjust go!â He screamed at her. She grabbed the flashlight and ran up the stairs.
Stiles pushes open the door to the sheriffâs office, a room he has seen more times then he could even think to count, but what he saw he didnât except even if he should have. âY/n?â The girl in question turned around to face the door at the sound of Stilesâ voice with a smirk on her face still standing in front of the lockbox. âIs Derek trying to flirt out there?â She asked with a giggle. âYes. Itâs painful and disturbing. How did you get past the front desk?â âEasy, I didnât go through the door, I went through the window.â She pointed towards the window. âThat wasnât as easy as I thought, but I got in without anyone seeing or hearing me.â She informed him. âHow did you know the lockbox code?â He was impressed, he didnât expect her to beat them there and he definitely didnât except to her to be in the dark office breaking into police property, he knew she would when it came to anything of the sorts, she was always his first call, Scott was his best friend but she was his partner in crime. âHow donât I know the lockbox code? Come on.â He walked over to her as Y/n entered the code and opened the little door. The two shared a fearful look as Stiles grabbed her hand and led them both to the holding cells. The lockbox was empty. Which meant who ever was after Isaac was already here.
The deputy left a blood trail down the hall way of the station, limping to the door the newly teenage wolf was being held, keys in hand. He pulled a black box from his jacket pocket and opened in making sure itâs contents were still there and it was a syringe with a deadly dose of wolfsbane. Picking the needle out of its box and sideways between his teeth to place the box back in his pocket. Stiles and Y/n quickly but quietly walked the halls hoping to get to Isaac before anyone else they had to find the officer to get the keys, so they agreed to spilt up but not without a small fight from Stiles about the buddy system that they didnât have time for. Stiles found the office first almost bumping into man. âOh, uh, just looking, um...â he stumbled on his words, his eyes landing on the wound on the mama thigh. âOh, shââ the teen started but was cut off by the officer pulling him back and wrapping a hand around his mouth dragging him down the hall, Stiles tried to punch, get away from the man but it was a failed attempt.
Allison closed the door to the basement taking a second to breath then backed away from the door and moved around the house, her flashlight started to flicker, he gave it a few taps against her hand but it died, she placed it on the kitchen counter leaning against to heavy breathing, but it wasnât her breathing her she heard. The Argent girl covered her mouth to silence her own to get a better listen, now heating a hissing sound coming from beside her, slowly turning her bed to the side she got a view of a tall dark figure and glowing yellow eyes snarling at her, she couldnât help but to scream trying to back away from the creature but scared to move to fast or take her eyes off its wear about. Hearing her scream Scott fought his way out of the freezer trying to get to her.
Stiles was able to pull the fire alarm before being dragged into the holding cells and dropped to the floor, the smugness of the deputy faded quickly when the two saw that the cell door most likely holding Isaac was torn off the hinges. From the side a wolfed out Isaac Lachey tackled the man to the other side of the room roaring when the man tried to inject him with the wolfsbane, but he snapped his arm causing the needle to fall and the man to cry out in pain. The next second he was unconscious on the floor when the teen grabbed his head and slammed it against the wall. Isaac turned at the sound to breaking glass to see Derek and Y/n standing in the door way and Derek's boot on the broken syringe. Isaac looked between the girl and the young boy on the ground a few feet away. Isaac seemed almost feral that was until Derek guided Y/N behind him and roared loud enough to shake the building, eyes glowing his Alpha red. Isaac cowered to the floor and against the wall hiding his face and head with his hands, a second later a scared fully human looking boy looked up at the three. âHow did to do that?â Stiles asked as he pulled the McCall girl closer to him, wrapping his arm around her waist. âIâm the Alpha.â
Scott was screaming and grunting as he pushed on the walls inside the freezer using every amount of strength to get out. The chains breaking away, then the lock then finally the lid lifted. The creature up stairs with Allison crouched down, she turned around and grabbed a large knife from the block on the counter, it didnât move for a while just stared and hissed at her. âCome on!â She screamed holding up the knife ready to swing. The basement door shattered into hinders of pieces as Scott broke through it jumping and rolling I front of the Burnett, spooking the thing, it jumped and climbed up the wall and onto the ceiling, in the better lighting the two could see that it was cover in scales and hand a long tail, it tipped its head back to look at the teens and shrieked, it yellow reptile like eyes wide, then leaping forward and crashing through the front door. âWhat the hell was that?â Allison asked from behind a wolfed-up Scott as the two looked in the direction the thing has left. âI donât know.â
Sheriff Stilinski walked through the halls of the station to the holding cell area, the fire alarm still blaring. Red lights flashing, he was surprised to see his son and Y/n standing in the middle of the room, cell door torn off and an unconscious deputy. He raised his brows at the two in question wondering what in the hell had happened. The teens looked around before back at the officer then back to the sheriff. âUh, he did it.â Stiles said simply while pointing to the deputy on the floor taking a nap.
Y/n walked into her bedroom and almost jumped out of her skin upon seeing someone sitting on her bed. âWhat the hell Derek?â She exclaimed, âwhat did I tell you about this?â She questioned. Derek continued to sit on the edge of her bed. âWhat Iâm not hiding in a dark corner, I turned on the light and sat out in the open, so you noticed me right away.â A blank look resting on his face. The younger McCall sighed as she moved towards her desk to put her bag down and take a seat on the chair. âThatâs progress. I guess. What are you doing here?â Derek's face softened when he looked at her. She looked like her normal self dressed in a dark grey shirt and tight black skirt, black tights and black ankle heel boots paired with a brown leather jacket , and her hair and makeup on point as always, but he could tell something was bothering her only because he noticed her trying to dodge everything supernatural which was almost impossible when your brother is one and more likely yourself too. When normally sheâd be the first to head towards it, and she still did but even at the station he sensed her hesitation towards the whole event, kind of hard to hide when everyone closest to you is involved and your need to help overpowers the fear and confusion. âI came to see how youâre doing?â She looked at him confused. âIâm fine, why wouldnât I be?â The older man gave his head a small shake, never breaking his stare at the younger girl. âYou donât have to lie to me, I know you saw what they did in the woods, I know you were there I picked up your perfume and your heartbeat, and when I found you on the side of the road and saw the look in your eyes, I knew then that you saw what I saw. So, Iâll ask again, are you okay?â There wasnât a normal sour tone to his voice, it was soft and kind matching the look in his eyes. âNo.â She said out loud and to herself for the first time. âWerewolves are one thing. Hunters are another. Both of those things come with a truck load of drama and baggage, and okay I could have handled that, I thought I was. But this,â her eyes started to gloss over, but she refused to let the small amount of water escape. âI saw one man cut another man in half, I saw that... that sword slice through flesh and muscle and bone like butter, something like that shouldnât be easy, but it was, and from the sound of it, it wasnât the first time he has done that to someone, and when he gets the chance heâll do it again and next time it could be my brother or you.â She failed and a tear silently fell. Y/n was a mystery to him, she was caring and protective and kind, but she had a wall up and she has a look in her eyes sometimes that would make someone else think she was cold and distant, she was the one who kept it together, always, and she still was, but this, this was different, her wall was down and she had trusted him enough to tell him honestly how she was feeling, he stood from the bed and took a few small steps in her direction gently pulling her to her feet, wrapping one arm around the middle of her back the other cradling her head as he pulled her into a hug, feeling her tense for a half second before he felt her entire body relax and wrap her own arms around his waist. âI donât know how yet, but we will find away to put a stop to him.â He reassured her, getting a small nod in response.
Jackson woke with a jolt the next morning taking a moment to adjust he jumped for the camera places at the end of the bed on its tripod, excitement faded quickly into anger as he repeatedly tapped the screen. âNo. No, no, no, no.â He panted as his anger turned to rage and he tossed the camera to the floor. âJackson? What was that? what happened?â His mother asked from the other side of his bedroom. âNothing happened. Nothing at all.â The camera has shown he didnât move from his bed all last night and he definitely didnât turn.
Jackson Whitmore emerges out of the lake on the edge of town, the white T-Shirt ripped to shreds. He crawls out and notices the large bite mark on his side, a smile of satisfaction on his face as he looks up at the moon.
A flock of crows fly quickly out of the trees as Scott comes racing through the forest on all fours, jumping from one side of the cliff to the other, flash backs of him and Allison making out in his car, and then her dad breaking the window and pulling the boy out from said window and throwing him on top of the hood of the car, costing a gun in his face. âNo, dad! Dad!â Allison yells exiting the car and running to Scottâs side. âHe saved our lives! Your life! You canât do this! Dad, let him go! Please let him go, and Iâll do... Iâll do whatever you want! Okay? I swear. I wonât... I wonât see him again. I promise, ever again, dad. Please, dad, please. Please! Please!â She begs, cryâs and screams at her father who looks at her, disgusted. âNever again.â He states firmly and walks away. Allison leans over and rests her head on Scottâs stomach and sobs as he holds her. Scott continues his run on all fours through the residential streets almost getting hit by two cars going on opposite directions, their tires screeching as they both have to slam on their breaks. He jumps over a fence and a dog that is chained up in one of the yards he cuts through starts barking, he makes it on top of Allisonâs roof outside her bedroom window, jumping through the window to land in front of her. âHow much time do we have?â He asks with a smile, leaning into kiss her. âTheyâll be gone an hour. She says as the two start taking off each other clothes on their way to the bed.
âI brought you some things from home.â Melissa told her daughter as she painfully sat up out of the bed, handing her the pink and grey duffel bag. âDo you need anything else?â She asked. âNo, Iâm good, thanks.â She said standing to go through the bag pulling out all her shower items and a change of clothes, she grabbed a black bra, black panties, black spaghetti strap tank top, this color seemed to be a theme right now, and red and black plaid pajama shorts and a towel and made her way over to the bathroom. They had given her and Lydia their own rooms after they had woken up, even against both their protests. Theyâve been awake for no more then 24 hours and Y/N has only let in her mother, she wasnât up for visiting. She felt bad, knowing Stiles was outside, but she just wasnât ready to face anyone, or what happened, yet.
Stiles is asleep in a chair outside Y/N and Lydiaâs hospital rooms, get well balloons tired to his wrist. âJust like that. No, no, you first.â He mutters in his sleep. Melissa McCall stops outside the room and shakes her head, he hasnât left, which she actually finds sweet and walks off to start her rounds. âMe first?â He starts snickering.
In her own room Lydia grunt softly as she moves to get out of bed, her dad turning around to offer his help. âYou want help getting in the shower?â An unimpressed look came to her face as she looked at her father. âMaybe if I was four.â She snarked. So at least she was feeling a little more like herself. âAnd still taking bubble baths.â She walked past him and into her own bathroom. âRight, Iâll just wait outside then. Where itâs slightly less sarcastic.â Leaving the room, he saw a sleeping Stiles now making kissy faces and noises. âHeâs been here all night.â He says to Melissa. âHeâs been here all weekend.â She tells him. A nurse came to empty the trash can next to the chair he was on. âYouâre dirty.â He says and she quickly moves to the next. Stiles now awake from the sound of her rushing off, getting the balloons tied to his wrist in the face, trying the slap them away.
Stepping out of the shower, Y/N dry's herself off, she winces when the towel comes in contact with the wound on her side, that confuses her, other than feeling a bit sore she feels fine, but she was bit by a werewolf and she knows if the bite doesnât kill you, it turns you, but itâs been 3 days and sheâs still alive and it hasnât healed, she knows thatâs a bright side, sheâs alive and not a werewolf, but she was never informed of a third option here. She carefully puts on the clothes she had folded on the sink counter and wipes the steam away from the mirror, thereâs voices, but their not coming from outside the door, theyâre in her head, itâs jumbled like a group of people mumbling and you canât make out what their saying, for a moment she tries to focus on them, but she canât make out a single word, she looks around the bathroom and sees nothing, turning back to the mirror to see a burned and melted Peter Hale, turning back around he leaps at her. Death. Thatâs what she feels, and the overwhelming feeling to scream that she canât seem to stop.
Lydia removes her hospital gown and stripes under the low-pressure water stream, her hand comes into contact with her own matching wound, but flinched away, more from the memory then the pain, she puts her face under the water, hoping the shower will make her feel more like herself, not noticing the black water coming up from the shower drain.
Stiles walks the halls of the hospital, coming up to a vending machine, digging in his pocket for change, a yawn escaping him, heâs been here since Friday night after Derek killed Peter and became the new Alpha, and he hasnât left, he hasnât seen either girl since they woke up, but heâs not leaving, and he still hasnât figured out how their both still alive and both not healing like Scott did. He looks at the chocolate bars, before deciding on the Reeseâs cups. He pushes the button repeatedly when it gets stuck on the shelf. He lets out a frustrated sigh. âSeriously? Come...â he trials off hitting his hand again the glass hoping it will shake it lose, but it doesnât.
Lydia keeps her eyes closed and her back to the shower wall, the water running over her face, the tub has filled up with a black water that goes up past her ankles, still oblivious to it.
The Stilinski boy starts banging on the machine, but still the chocolate doesnât budge. Grunting as he tries to pick it up off the floor. âJust... gah!â He said as he abandons that idea. âItâs not gonna work.â He says to himself. He grabs a hold of the top of the machine and shakes it, only for it to come crashing down face down on the floor, the boy moving out the way just in time. âWhoa!â He exclaims as the sound of shattering glass fills the hallway, looking around to make sure no one saw.
Hearing the crash Lydia pokes her head out from behind the shower curtain, still on edge, but no one could blame her. She notices the tub has filled and of course the disgusting color of it, but thereâs a voice in the back of her mind, but she canât quite understand, she leans down, her hand slowly and hesitantly finding the drain, the Martin girl pulls out a wad of hair that does not belong to her, gagging she throws it to the side of the tub, sheâs coughing and retching, putting her hand back in the water only to find more hair, she gasps, sheâs disgusted and also terrified, somethings not right, this isnât right. Lydia whimpers as she continues to pull out clumps of hair, she doesnât know where all this is coming from, thereâs too much to even begin to make sense, but before she can try a burned and melted hand comes up from the water and grabs her arm.
Two ear pricing screams echo through out the halls of the hospital. Stiles who was trying to âfixâ the fallen and broken vending machine stops abruptly, turning in the direction of the screams. âLydia! Y/N!â He panics and makes his way towards the girlsâ hospital rooms. âWhat the hell was that?â Melissa asked as she too made her way into her daughtersâ room, Mr. Martin rushing into the door beside them to make sure his own kid was okay. âLydiaâ he called at the same time Melissa and Stiles called for Y/N. both girls were no longer in their rooms, Stiles barged into the bathroom only to find it empty too. It was like they had vanished. The Stilinski boy looked over to see a now wide-open window.
Through out the town distant screams could be heard. Scott heard it so clearly due to his hyperactive hearing. âY/N? Lydia?â He whispered confused to himself. âY/N!â He said more concerned.
âNaked? As in nude?â Sheriff Stilinski asked Melissa, Mr. Martin walking the halls with them. âIâm pretty sure they mean the same thing, and Lydia is naked. Y/N I think is wearing clothes, the items I saw her pick out arenât in her room anymore and even then, itâs barely anything. But as far as we know they left here clothing-optional.â The woman told him. âAll right, you checked the whole hospital, right?â Noah asked. âEvery last corner.â âNothing suspicious?â Both parents to the teen age girls shook their heads. âNothing. They just took off.â Noah looked over to the deputy next to him. âAll right, letâs get an APB out on two 16-year-old. One redhead one H/C. Any other descriptions?â Before anyone could answer Stiles injected himself in the conversation. âLydia is 5â3â, green eyes, fair skinned, and her hair is actually strawberry blonde. Y/N is also 5â3â, E/C, fair skinned as well and her hair is actually H/C.â Stiles informed his father, if they were gonna be found quickly, everyone needs the exact details. âIs that right?â Sheriff Stilinski asked his son, already annoyed. âYeah.â âCome here.â Noah says grabbing his son by the back of the neck and guiding him a few steps away from Melissa and Mr. McCall. âWhat the hell are you still doing here?â He asks. âUm... providing moral support?â The younger boy questioned, not sure on what answer to provide his father with. âUh-huh. How about you provide your ass back home, where you should be.â Stiles nods. âOkay, I can do that too, but dad...â he was cut off by his father whose facial features had soften for a moment understand what his son was going to say. âWeâll find her, Stiles. I promise.â The older Stilinski assured him, earning another nod of response from the boy. âWeâre gonna find them.â He assured both the teen girlâs parents, as Stiles made his way down the hallway of the hospital.
Stiles made his way towards the jeep sitting in the parking lot with Scott in the front seat, the Stilinski boy had grabbed Lydia and Y/Nâs hospital gowns form their rooms and handed it to Scott as he got behind the wheel. âThese were the ones they were just wearing?â Scott asks, Stiles didnât answer just nodded, his face full of worry. âIâm not gonna let anyone hurt them. Especially her.â The McCall boy states matter-of-fact. He was gonna do everything in his power to protect them both, but his sister was who he was worried about the most. âNot again.â Scott corrected knowing 72 hours ago someone had already done that. âAll right, just shove the gowns in your face and letâs find them.â Stiles said as he started the engine and went to pull out of the parking lot but was stopped at Allison standing in front of the jeep all of a sudden. âWow!â The boy with the buzz cut exaggerated. âWhat are you doing here? Someone gonna see us.â Scott questioned the young Argent girl when she made her way to his window. âI donât care. Theyâre my best friends, and we need to find them before they do.â She told him firmly. âI can find them before the cops can.â The boy said confidently. âHow about before my father does?â Allison asked. âHe knows?â Stiles couldnât hind the panic in his tone, at the thought of his Y/n and her best friend being hunted down by a werewolf hunter. âYeah. I just saw him, and three other guys leave my house in two SUVs.â She informed them, then same amount of worry as the boys sitting in the jeep. âSearch party.â Scott said to himself. âItâs more like a hunting party.â She corrected him. âGet in.â Scott wasted no time leaning his seat forward so she could climb in the back, they were now on a deadly clock to find them before Allisonâs father and his buddies found them, or they might never see either of them alive again. The tires screeched as the owner of the jeep peeled out of the parking lot.
âAll right, but if their turning, would they actually kill them?â Stiles asks urgently. âI donât know. They wonât tell me anything. Okay, all they say is, âweâll talk after Kateâs funeral, when the others get here.ââ Stiles was going into full blown panic after hearing âthe othersâ âwhat others?â âI donât know, they wonât tell me that either.â Allison said just as worried. âOkay, your familyâs got some serious communication issues to work on. Scott, are we going the right way?â Stiles raised his voice so the boy sitting in the passenger seat with his head out the window sniffing the air trying to get their scents. âTake the next right!â He demanded. The tires screeched as he took a shape right.
Inside the beacon hill cemetery the sound of machinery humming as an excavator dug out a coffin sized hole, Kate Argents headstone placed to the side ready to be moved in the morning. The young boy sat in the machine, his finger tips came up the fading purple bruise under his left eye, the sound of running footsteps made him look up and around the dark area, pulling his earbuds from his ears completely, he turned the machine around in the direction of the sound, trying to make out anything, moving it again, squinting his eyes he couldnât see anything, he turned again, but this time she saw a hand grip onto a tombstone, but that wasnât the only thing, their finger nails looked more like claws, long, sharp, and seemed to be covered in blood. âWhat the hell?â The boy said to himself. The hand pulled back and out of view, a moment later a rattle came from the excavator, looking around himself he saw nothing, something came running towards him and the sound of the movement caused the boy to look where it was coming from only to see a black figure running to him, he made a move to get up and get away but the machine he was in was being lifted off the ground, causing the him to fall into the hole he was just digging the excavator to fall onto, blocking his way out, the window shield shattered, sending large chunks of glass onto of the boy. Moving himself to a sitting position, he saw a large figure, jumping over the machine, and what he swore were growls. He stood up slowly, peeking out of the hole, hearing footsteps approaching and low growling , when he finally saw over the opening of the ground he saw someone digging into a grave about 30 feet in front him, snarling coming from who or whatever was there, he ducked back into the hole, thinking he was probably safer in there then he was out there, and trying to get out would only draw attention to him. High-pitched whimpering, then a deep snarl, followed by more high-pitched whimpering. The machine that was covering the hole he was in began to creak as it was lifted off the open grave. The teenager backed up into a corner of the grave as much as he could trying to hide from whatever was out there, footsteps approached the grave, coming right to the edge of the opening, the teenager looked up, afraid but doing well to mask it as best as he could, coming face to face with tall dark-haired man in all black. Derek Hale. âNeed a hand?â
Stiles, Scott, and Allison made their way through the woods and up the burnt Hale house. âThey came here. You sure?â Stiles turned to ask his friend. âYeah, this is where the scent leads.â The group starts to walk towards the house again, only making it a few steps before Stiles stops again to turn to the other two. âAll right, I know Y/N has been here, but has Lydia ever been here?â âNot with me.â Allison told him. âMaybe they came here on instinct, like they were looking for Derek.â Allison thinks out loud to Scott. âYou mean... looking for an alpha.â âWolves need a pack, right?â âNot all of them.â Scott tells her. âBut would they have been drawn to an alpha? Is it an instinct to be part of a pack?â She questions, trying to fully understand. âYeah, weâre... weâre stronger in packs.â Allison nods. âLike strength in numbers.â The McCall boy shakes his head. âNo, like, like literally stronger, faster, better in every way.â He informs her. Allison turns back to him eyebrows knitted together. âThat the same for an alpha?â He once again nods. âYeah, thatâll make Derek stronger too.â While the kind of maybe couple talk, Stiles is behind them looking for anything that can maybe give off any indication that the two missing girls actually made their way here, moving some leaves around he finds a wire tied to a tree, bending down to grab it. âOoh, hey, look at this.â He says getting the attention of the others, Allison makes her way towards him to take a look at what he found. âYou see this? I think itâs a tripwire.â Stiles says and pulls it. A clanking sound is followed by a whoosh sound, as Scott who is standing behind them get the other part of the wire around his ankle and is lifted upside down, both Stiles and Allison oblivious to the trap they had just put their friend in. âStiles...â he calls out. âYeah, buddy?â He asks turning around to see his friend hanging upside down from a tree. âOh.â The Stilinski boy states casually. âNext time you see a tripwire... donât trip it.â Scott says as the blood rushes to his head, Allison tries to hold on her laughter. âYeah, noted.â Stiles replies. Both Allison and Stiles walking over to help him down, but Scott puts their movements to a halt. âWait, wait, wait, wait, wait.â He panics. âSomeoneâs coming. Hide.â Neither make a move other then looking around the trees, neither seeing nor hearing anything. âGo!â Scott whisper yells at them. Stiles grabs onto Allison as they boy run off to find somewhere to hide. Scott looks around panicked, seeing three men dressed in all black coming up to him, now noticing Chris Argent.
A sigh escapes the man. âScott?â He questions as he crouches down to be level with the boysâ face. âMr. Argent.â âHow are you doing?â Chris asks calmly. âGood. You know, just hanging out.â The younger boy tries to joke. âIs this one of yours? Itâs, uh, good. Nice design. Very constricting.â Argent doesnât find him funny. âWhat are you doing out here, Scott?â He questions. âLooking for my sister and my friend.â He tells him a hint of sadness and fear in his tone. âAh, thatâs right. Y/N. Lydia's in your group now, isnât she?â A few trees over Stiles and Allison are binding behind it, still in ear shot range, listening in on what is being said. âPart of the clique? Is that the word you use? Or is there another way to put it? Part of your pack?â The man pushes. âActually, clique sounds about right to me.â âI hope so. Cause I know theyâre friends of Allisonâs, and one special circumstance, such as yourself... one, I can handle. Not three.â âNo!â Scott pleads in a whisper. âScott, do you know what a hemicorporectomy is?â Chris asks. âI have a feeling I donât want to.â âA medical term for amputating somebody at the waist. Cutting them in half. Takes a tremendous amount of strength to cut through tissue and bone like that.â He moves his hand through the boyâs waist as a demonstration. âLetâs hope a demonstration never becomes necessary.â And with that the Argent man stands up and walks away his buddies following behind him. When they notice the men out of sight Allison and Stiles quickly make their way towards the boy still hanging from his ankle. âYou, okay?â Allison asks him. âItâs just another life-threatening conversation with your dad.â Allison runs over to the wire to get Scott down. âStiles, help me with this.â She says pointing at the object, both working on the releasing the latches. Scott flicks out his claws and cuts the wire, landing him his feet. The two turning at the sound. âThanks. But I think I got it.â He tells them with a smile. âYeah.â Stiles says nonchalantly ask Scott walks towards the house again, looking back when he notices the other two havenât moved. âComing?â He asks. Allison and Stiles wasting no time to follow.
âItâs Lahey. Isaac Lahey.â The teenager from the cemetery tells Sheriff Stilinski the next morning as the police come to investigate the incident. âYou work for your father, Isaac?â Noah asks. âWhen heâs not in school. Which is where he needs to be in 20 minutes.â His father who standing next him interjects rudely. âYeah, I understand that. But Iâve got two missing teenage girls and our K-9 unit led us here. Ones not wearing any clothes and the other is barely wearing any, and if their out here tonight, and the temperature really drops...â Noah says but is cut off by Isaac. âIâm sorry, I ... I didnât see anything.â He told him half truthfully. He did see something but not what the police were looking for. Mr. Lahey starts to chuckle. âTrust me, if he saw a naked girl outside a computer screen, heâd remember.â He laughs again. The young boy avoids eye contact, while Noah looks unimpressed by the man. âHowâd you get that black eye Isaac?â Noah asks looking back at the teenager. Mr. Lahey, he looks daringly at his son. âSchool.â He lied. âSchool fight?â âNah, lacrosse.â âLacrosse? You play for beacon hills?â âYeah.â He answers timidly. âMy son plays for the team. Well, I mean, he.. heâs on the team. He doesnât typically play. Not yet anyway.â Isaac zones out on what the sheriff is saying, when he notices Derek standing and staring from the tree line. Noah notices the boy is looking behind him and looks to, but he sees no one. âSomething wrong Isaac?â Noah asks. âNo. Oh, no, sorry. I was just remembering; I actually have a morning practice to get to.â Noah nods. âJust one more question. âYou guys get many grave robberies here?â âA few. Usually, they just take stuff like jewelry.â Isaac answered. âWhatâd this one take.â The boy hesitated for a moment before looking at the sheriff. âHer liver.â
âShe ate the liver?â Scott asked disgusted, as the two made their way to the school entrance. âNo, I didnât say she ate it. I just said it was missing. And you know what? Even if she did, so what? Itâs the most nutritious part of the body.â Stiles tried to defend. âI never ate anyoneâs liver.â Scott informed. âYeah, right, cause when it comes to werewolves, youâre a real model of self control.â Stiles snarked. âActually, wait, hold on. Youâre the test case for this, so we should be going over what happened to you.â Scott frowned not fully understanding his friendâs logic behind this. âWhat do you mean?â âI mean like what was going through your mind when you were turning, you know? What were you drawn to?â Scott hesitated knowing his friend wouldnât like his answer. âAllison.â âOkay, nothing else?â Annoyance in the Stilinski boyâs voice. âSeriously?â âNothing else mattered. But, no, thatâs good, through, right? cause the night Y/N and Lydia were bitten they were with you.â Scott said hopefully. âYeah, but Lydia had pulled Y/N along with her to look for Jackson.â
Isaac rushed into the locker room, running late from being questioned by police. âLetâs go!â He heard coachâs voice upon entering. âI have an announcement. Gather around. Quicker!â Finstock yelled. âLetâs go, gather around. Listen up. Police are asking for help on a missing child advisory. Itâs two sick girls, roaming around, totally naked.â His statement getting smiles and laughter and whistles. âNow, itâs supposed to get below 40 degrees tonight. I donât know about you, but the last time it was that cold, and I was running around naked... I lost a testicle to exposure. Now, I donât want the same thing happening to some innocent girls. So, police are organizing a search party for tonight. Sign up, find the missing girls, get an automatic âAâ in my classes.â Multiple players cheer and head to the sign-up sheet coach had taped to the wall. Meanwhile across the room Scott and Stiles were talking to Jackson, who looks bored. âIf Lydia wants to take a naked hike in the woods, why should I care? And if Y/N wants to do the same, again why should I care?â The Whitmore boy asked. âBecause we have a pretty good idea that they might be... you know, turning.â Scott tells him. âTurning?â The jock fakes confusion. âYeah. Turning.â The McCall boy repeats. âInto?...â Stiles and Scott look at him dumbfounded. âA unicorn. What do you think dumbass?â Stiles says sarcastically. âWell, I think that if Lydia's turning, sheâs not the one thatâs gonna need help.â âWhat do you mean?â Scott asks. âOh, God, youâve got it all backwards, McCall. When I was with Lydia, you should have seen the scratch marks she left on me. What do you think sheâs gonna do with a real set of claws? And Y/N, Iâm not sure about that one, but she looks to have a good set of nails on her already.â Trying to get under the boyâs skin. Scott takes a step forward, getting pushed back by Stilesâ arm. Jackson smiled with satisfaction at the reaction he was able to get and walked away.
Mr. Harris was making his way up the rows of desks passing out quizzes. âAll right, itâs causing me serve mental anguish to say this, but heâs right.â Stiles saying leaning forward to whisper to Scott who was sitting in front of him. âI know.â The boy says sadly. âWhat if the next body part they steal is from someone who is still alive?â The boy with the buzz cut questions. âThis is a pop quiz, Mr. Stilinski. If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career.â Mr. Harris interjects. âCan you do that?â Stiles looks more amused than anything. âWell, there it is again. Your voice. Triggering the only impulse, Iâve ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently. Iâll see you at three for detention.â He states. Scott looking back at the shocked look on his friendsâ face. âYou too, Mr. McCall?â Harris asks. âNo, sir.â He replies looking forward again. Jackson and Danny smirking at the event, Dannyâs smile fades when the drop of dark liquid falls onto Jacksonâs page. âDude⌠your nose.â He whispers, causing Jackson to look up confused, a black substance lingering on his upper lip. The Whitmore boy puts his finger tips to it and inspects it, even more confused. âYou, okay?â Dannyâs asks, just as confused by the black liquid.
Jackson rushes to the bathroom and locks himself inside a stall grabbing a huge wad of toilet paper and hovering over the toilet, roping his head up trying to stop the âbleedingâ. The black blood is pouring out of his nose and the boy is starting to panic, he doesnât know what this is, or why itâs happening, but tissue after tissue after tissue, it wonât stop. âOh, Iâm fine, Danny. Just go back to class.â He says when he hears a knock on the door. Another knock sounds on the other side of the door. âJust give me a second, okay?â He pants out trying to keep his voice calm, the stall door starts to rattle. âI said give me a fricking second!â The boy snaps, using more and more tissue. The stall door open and Jackson is pulled out of it roughly by Derek. âDerek.â He pants. âYouâre looking a little pale there, Jackson. You feeling, okay?â He mocks, patting the boyâs chest. âNever better.â The boy lies. âIf somethings wrong, I need to know. Youâre with me now.â âWait... with you? Me with... with you?â The jock chuckles. Normal Jackson retorting back to his asshole-ness. âWhat am I, your little pet? I mean just because you gave me âthe biteâ doesnât mean Iâm part of your little wolf pack. Sorry but to be honest, you donât exactly show outstanding leadership qualities.â He continues. An amusing smile crosses Derek's face. âIs that so?â âLook, Iâve got my own agenda. Which doesnât involve running around the woods at night, howling at the moon with you and McCall, okay? So why donât you just back the-.â Jackson was cut off by Derek moving his face towards the mirror only to see a large amount of black blood coming from his ears and down his neck, a scared expression now evident on his face. âWhat is it? Whatâs happening?â He asks. Derek who was smug at the boyâs behavior is now confused. âBodyâs fighting the bite.â He tells him. âWhy?â Derek backs up away from the boy, his own look of slight fear. âI donât know.â âWhat does it mean?â He asks looking back to see Derek backing away from him. âWhat does it mean!â The boy repeats louder, but gets no answer as Derek disappears. Looking back at his reflection, the panic seeping in once again and it starts to pour from his nose again.
Allison opened her locker grabbing the dress she has wrapped in plastic and stored in there so she could go straight to her aunt funeral, Scott watched her around the corner has she opened a folded-up piece of paper, that had the words âbecause I love youâ written on it, causing a happy chuckle to escape her. âNot her sister, her aunt.â She heard a group of girls gossiping behind her. âThe one who murdered all those people.â âYou mean the crazy bitch that killed all those people.â She heard one correct her friend. The whispering continued, well not really whispering they seemed to want her to hear them. Allison slammed the door to her locker, dress in hand and walked down the halls, fast. But her walk to the exit was cut short when Scott pulled her into an empty classroom, shutting the door behind them. âHowâd you know?â She asks as her eyes fill with tears. âI could hear your heartbeat. What is it?â She shook her head having a hard time getting the words out, she was so close to falling apart. âI-I- -I- I- I canât - - I canât do this. I canât - - I canât go to the funeral. Everyone is going to be watching me, and there are going to be cameras there, and I canâtâ Scott cuts off the girl stuttering. âYes, you can. Allison, youâll be fine. Everythingâs gonna be okay. Weâre gonna find Y/N and Lydia, and itâs all gonna be good. Just think about it, no Peter. No psycho werewolf killings. Your dad and me. Well, thatâs a working progress.â He tries to joke, getting a small laugh out of the girl in front of him. âI canât go and be like this.â She points to the tears on her face. Scott using his thumb to while them away. âArenât you supposed to cry at funerals?â âFor her.â âIt doesnât matter. You know, you could be crying for you, you lost someone. Maybe Kate wasnât totally who you thought she was, but you still lost her.â He told her truthfully and softly. âYeah.â âYouâll be fine. Iâll make sure.â âHow?â âIâll be there.â He told her. âWhat?â Scott nods. âIâll figure it out. Okay, Iâm, Iâll be there. Not next to you. But Iâll be there.â âOkay.â She smiles faintly at him. âYou first.â The boy says as he opens the door to let her out, before sheâs late.
After school Stiles sat impatiently in detention watching the second hand slowly tick on the wall clock at the front of the room, ticking painfully slow, when it finally makes its way to the number 12 on the clock, the boy quickly got up and began grabbing his books. âSit.â Mr. Harris told him without looking up from the papers in front of him on his desk. âWell, but itâs been an hour.â The boy informed his chemistry teacher. âWell, my detention is an hour and a half.â âYou canât do that.â The Stilinski boy complained. Finally, Harris looked up clasping his hands together and now satisfied smug look on his face. âOh... But I can. You see, Stiles, since your father was so judicious in his dealings with me, Iâve decided to make you my personal project for the rest of the semester. You are going to benefit from all the best that strict discipline has to offer. Now... sit down, before I decide to keep you here all night.â He finished. Stiles let out a frustrating sigh, debating on just walking out, but decided against that and sat back down.
Allison and her parents were ambushed with the cameras and the media once they stepped out of the car at the cemetery where Kateâs funeral was being held, reporters were shouting out questions all at once, Allison in between both her mother and father, Victoria pushing her way through the reporters, blocking camera shots with her hand. Once they got past to the barriers the police blocked off access allowing them to walk on the grassed ground without almost being knocked over by at least 50 people. âI knew this was a bad idea.â
Chris said to his wife. âWell, it wasnât my idea.â She replied back, her tone resentful. âI tried telling him. But he insisted on making a point of itâ âwell, if he insisted, then he can deal with this when he gets here.â âWho gets here?â Allison asked. But her mother brushing her question off. âJust sit down, sweetheart.â A boy with dirty blond hair, grey jeans, maroon button up shirt and a black blazer holding a camera ducked underneath the barrier, crouching down to get a better view and to stay out of sight for just a few moments to get a few pictures. His main focus was Allison. He snapped a few photos of the tall Burnett. Before he was stop abruptly by a hand firmly placed over the lens of the camera, taking it from the boy, he was an older man in his 60âs at least, the top of his head bald but the hair around the area was ghost white. He wore a nice expensive looking suit. The man caused everyone behind the barrier to halt their movements, the camera stopped, the chatter stopped. Scott was hiding behind a large statue of an angel in the distance. âThis looks expensive.â The older man stated. The crowd started to mutter to one another and to themselves. âYeah, 900 bucks.â The boyâs voice was bold, but it seemed to be all an act. âAnd how expensive is This?â He asked holding the memory card and easily snapping it in half with one hand. The teenager looked angry but still kept it under wraps, as the man handed him back his camera, making his way further into the cemetery to where the funeral was. âChristopher.â He says going in for a hug. âGerard.â Chris says, returning the hug that seems to be for show only. This man peeks the McCall boyâs interest. Victoria stands and makes her way the man two awkward check kisses, as Allison stays seated. Stiles kneels down where Scott is, not very gracefully. âYo.â He whispers. âDo you remember me?â Gerard asks as he now stands in front of her. Who only offers a weak nod. âWho the hell is that?â Stiles asks Scott. Both Chris and Gerard looking towards the two teens spying. âHeâs definitely an Argent.â Scott tells his friend as they both look over again to see Chris still looking at them. âConsidering you havenât seen me since you were three, I donât suppose I can assume youâd call me grandpa. So, if itâs comfortable, call me Gerard for the time being. But Iâd prefer grandpa.â He smiles at and takes a seat next to his son. âHey, you know, maybe theyâre just here for the funeral. I mean... what if theyâre the non-hunting side of the family? There could be non- hunting Argents. Itâs possible, right?â Stiles tries to instill hope in both of them. âI know what they are. Theyâre reinforcements.â Scott tells him. Their spying gets interrupted but Noah Stilinski grabbing both boys by the collars of their jackets. âAh the two of you. Unbelievable.â He starts through gritted teeth.
The two teenage boys now sitting in the back of the sheriffâs car. â4-1-5 ADAM.â a voice says through the police radio. âI didnât copy that. Did you say 4-1-5 ADAM?â He repeated to make sure he heard correctly. âDisturbance in a car.â Stiles whispers to Scott. âThey were taking a heart attack victim- DO.A. But on the way to the hospital, something hit them.â âWait... hit the ambulance?â Noah questioned. âCopy that. Iâm standing in front of it right now. Something got in the back. Thereâs blood everywhere. And I mean everywhere.â At hearing this Stiles leaned forward, trying to force his mind away from this attack possibly being Y/N and or Lydia. âAll right, unit 4, whatâs your 20?â Sheriff asked. âRoute 5 and post. I swear, Iâve never seen anything like this.â âAll right, take it easy. Iâm on my way.â Noah put the walkie talkie back on the hook and turns around to face the boys. âNow, as for the two...â he trails off when he noticed the back seat is empty and one on the doors is left wide open.
Scott and Stiles slowly and quietly make their way through the woods, coming up on the attacked ambulance, staying out of view of the cops standing next to it. âWhat the hell is Y/N and Lydia doing?â Stiles asks, hoping his friend would have an answer. âI donât know.â Scott tells him. As they boy get a glimpse of the body that has been clawed, blood plastered the walls of the ambulance. âWhat kept you from doing that, was it Allison?â âI hope so.â The McCall boy whispers. A sad look on the Stilinski boys face as she shakes his head. âDo you need to get closer?â Scott focuses for a moment. âNo, I got it.â The brown eyed boy gets up to move away from the place they were laying, Stilesâ hand griping his friends jacket to stop him. âJust... I just need you to find them. All right? Please, just... just find them.â âI will.â A promise in the McCall boysâ tone, one was his sister after all he wouldnât stop until he found her, and she was safe.
Scott started to run through the woods, he was able to pick up her scent, both of their scents but Y/Nâs more. He ran faster, now on all fours, he took a large leap but was stopped harshly by another wolf throwing them both to the damp forest ground. Looking up he had never seen this man before. âYouâre not who Iâm looking forâ Scott growled at the stranger. The man started to throw punches at the younger boy, Scott holding up his own at dodging them, flipping the wolf over him and onto the ground with a loud thud. The wolf jumping at Scott, his turn to get the upper hand, both growling and punching. âWait!â Scott yelled as the man took off.
Coming back to reality, she notices sheâs in the woods, itâs dark, itâs cold, sheâs cold. âWhat the hell?â Y/N whispers to herself as she takes in her surroundings. She been confused before a lot more lately then ever but never as confused as she is now. How did she get here? Why is she here? What happened? The last she remembers is being in the hospital. She takes slow steps trying to find her way out.
Lydia approaches through the tree line, in front of the ambulance, dazed and confused, she doesnât remember anything. Stiles is talking to his dad when he looks up to see a naked Lydia standing a few feet away shivering from the cold. âLydia?â He questions, the strawberry blonde slowly walks closer, but not noticing who is around her forearms covering her bare chest and her whole-body shakes, she cold, scared and doesnât understand what happened or what is happening. âLydia?â Stiles questions louder to try and get her attention, looking around her seeing if by chance Y/N is close by and about to come out of the trees as well, but she doesnât, itâs just Lydia. âLydia?â Stiles yells finally getting her to snap out of her thoughts, tears filling her eyes. âWell... is anyone gonna get me a coat?â She sasses. Stiles starts to grab at his fathersâ jacket but ends up fainting. Noah shakes his head at his son, as he takes off his jacket and goes to hand the girl the jacket.
Scott is chasing the random wolf through the woods, jumping over the large rocks next to the creek. âWait!â He yells hoping the man will stop, but he doesnât. âStop!â But still he doesnât until the mans hand trips a tripwire now tied up by his wrist, he hangs off the ground by a tree, growling.
Still walking around aimlessly feeling like sheâs getting colder by the second, she stops in her tracks at the distant sound of what she thinks may be her brother, looking around in hopes that he found her, but unfortunately, she sees no one, but starts to walk in the direction she believes his voice came from.
Scott goes to try and help the man who is now trapped but Derek Hale shoved him to ground and then drags him away from the wolf as fast as he can, behind a tree. âWhat are you doing? I can help him.â He yells at the older man trying to fight his way out of his grip. âTheyâre already here. Quiet!â Derek demands as Chris, Gerard and three other men make their way up to the wolf hanging from the tree. A suffocating feeling of fear and death washes over Y/N, and she follows it, she doesnât know how but she does, she makes her way to the shore line of the creek she hears voices their muffled and inside her head but she canât make out anything. She comes to a stop at the larger rock now seeing a group of people, for a second she thinks she can finally get some help, but then she sees someone tied up by their wrists and hanging from a tree. Hunters. She thinks. She ducks down a bit, so she out of view, she isnât really sure what to do but sheâs frozen both literally and metaphorically, due to the cold weather and the scene in front of her. She hears the loud growling as the wolf tries to get free.
Derek keeps a strong hold on Scott, still keeping the both of them out of view. Watching Chris pull out a large mental stick, electronic shocks flood through the werewolf, when itâs jabbed into the manâs body. His growls turn into screams of agony, and heâs no longer in wolf form. âWho are you?â Chris asks him. âWhat are you doing here?â He asks again. âNothing. Nothing I swear.â He tells him fearfully. âYouâre not from here, are you? Are you!â Chris yells when his question goes unanswered. âNo. No, I came... I came looking for the alpha. I heard he was here. Thatâs all. Look, I didnât do anything. I didnât hurt anyone. No one living. He wasnât alive in the ambulance. He wasnât, I swear.â The man pleads. A small sense of relief rushes through Scott now knowing his sister had nothing to with the graveyard or the ambulance, but the fear and wonder of the event unfolding in front of him overpowered that feeling. âGentlemen! Take a look at a rare sight. You wanna tell him what weâve caught?â Gerard asks. âAn omega.â Chris states. âThe lone wolf! Possibly kicked out of his own pack. Or the survivor of a pack that was hunted down. Maybe even murdered. And possibly alone by his own choice.â Gerard tells them, mocking the werewolf. âCertainly not a wise choice.â The older man finishes as he walks over to a thick cloth, pulling it away to reveal a very large sword type weapon, grabbing it and walking back to the wolf and the other hunters. Derek is still keeping Scott in place when he picks up a scent. Her scent. From where heâs standing, he canât see anyone else around them. He doesnât have friends and heâs not sure why, but he has a soft spot for her, and he hopes like hell she isnât close enough to see whatâs about to unfold. âBecause, as I am about to demonstrate... an omega rarely survives... on his own.â The oldest Argent says as he winds back the sword and with one strong, quick motion, the weapon slices through the werewolf, amputating him at the waist. Derek and Scott fall back on the ground, trying to stay as quiet as they possibly can. Y/N is frozen, she watched the weapon cut through him, his insides falling to the ground, she wants to scream, there is a powerful force that urges her to scream and loud, but sheâs paralyzed with fear, what she just saw, she didnât believe was possible, her eyes filled with tears and there was no stopping them from sliding down her checks, but she still didnât make a sound or any move to leave, she physically couldnât.
âLook. Look. Look at them! You see what they do? This is why you need me. Why we need each other. They only way we can fight them is together.â Derek tells the younger boy. âWhat are they doing?â âDeclaring war.â
âWe have a code.â Chris tells his father. âNot when they murder my daughter.â He declares, stabbing to sword into the ground, facing his son. âNo code. Not anymore. From now on, these things are just bodies waiting to be cut in half. Are you listening?â He asks.
Jackson is laying in his bed tissue in hand, heâs cough and basically drowning in black blood that comes out faster then he can keep up with, blacken tissues cover his bedroom floor.
âBecause I donât care if theyâre wounded and weak. Or seemingly harmless. Begging for their life with the promise that they will never, ever hurt anyone. Or some desperate lost soul. With no idea what theyâre getting into. We find them. We kill them. We kill them all.â
Y/N walks slowly down the side of the road, finally making her way out of the woods, although she doesnât remember, sheâs been in a daze since... since seeing whatever she saw, she still wasnât sure if what she had saw was even real. She was completely out of it, so much that she didnât even notice the black car that pulled up beside her, she kept walking, oblivious to the person who had gotten out of the car and made his way to her. âY/N.â Derek's voice called out, but he went unanswered. âY/N.â he tried again, but again she didnât seem to notice. He walked up, now standing in front of her, his hands on her upper arms, stopping her from walking any further. He was about to call her name again hoping this time to bring her back to reality, but when he looked at her and saw the look in her eyes, he knew she saw what heâd hoped she wouldnât. He pulled his jacket around her shoulders and gently guided her to the car, helping her into the passenger seat, before getting in behind the wheel and heading for the hospital.
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Their sophomore year hasnât gone the way any of them had expected. They beat the alpha but things arenât over yet, as Y/N and Lydia go missing. Scott tries to keep Derek from creating new werewolves, and Allison is given an investigative task by her family. Yet again they are forced to deal with the supernatural as a new enemy, or two surface.
Y/N has trouble adjusting to her new ability, and her friendship with Lydia seems to be heading down hill due to all the secrets. Y/N may also be in more danger from a certain threat.
Y/N McCall agreed to help her twin brother and best friend find a dead body the night before sophomore year. Now the three of them find themselves with a lot more drama on their hands then just the first day back at school, crushes, enemies, some supernatural, some not. But they all knew one thing was for sure; After that night in the woods, nothing would ever be the same.
(Small Vampire Diaries Crossover; just enough to make some storylines work // Starting very end of season 2)
Warning: swearing, violence, alcohol, drinking, character death, heartbreak, fluff, angst, implied smut, smut, fighting, torture, graphic scenes, blood, death, (Let me know if Iâve missed any warnings through out the series)