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We both looked out of the window, breathing hard. I glanced at Stiles's jeep when I saw something coming out from behind. "Scott, Scott, that thing is back!"

"Run! Stiles! Stiles!" We started pounding on the door, the other boy looked back at us. He was disoriented, but then he saw the beast coming towards him.

We hastily opened the doors, letting him come inside and be safe. "Oh my god. Are you okay? Did it hurt you?" I grabbed his chin, moving my eyes all over his face to make sure that there wasn't any type of scratch on his face. He swallowed nervously and smiled softly, whispering that he was okay.

We started studying the outside. "Where would it go?" I asked, my voice cracking a little.

Stiles took my hand in his and started walking backward, Scott doing the same. And then, we started running towards one of the classrooms, going inside and hoping to be secure. They both pushed me out of the way, grabbing a desk. "Stop, stop. The door's not gonna keep it out." I said, pointing at the door. Whatever that beast was, it wasn't going to be kept away by a fucking desk.

"It's your boss." He faced Scott. "Deaton, the alpha? Your boss."

"No!"

"Yes, murdering psycho werewolf." My mind was a disaster after hearing Stiles's words. "Oh come on. He disappears, and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek 20 feet through the air? That's not convenient timing?"

"It's not him." Scott bickered back. My heart was beating so fast, and my ears were hurting so bad that I couldn't hold up with their conversation. Derek is dead? Who exactly was Derek? Why were all of them talking about wolves, and what the fuck was that thing that wanted to kill us?

"Okay." I interrupted. "I'm out." I grinned, walking to the door. “I’m out of here.”

Stiles ran to me, grabbing my arms. "Are you crazy?" His eyes examined my face. "Do you want to go out with that thing there? Do you have a death wish or something?"

"No." I put my finger against his chest. "It seems like YOU GUYS have a death wish. I've been one day in Beacon fucking Hills!" Both of them looked at me, Scott begging me to lower my voice.

"I got into an accident as soon as I came here. I have to live with a family that doesn't even want me, which is completely normal because I'm not part of it. I got detention because we were trying to help Scott control his anger issues. And now, I'm out at night inside school!" I said all that without pausing to breathe, Stiles rubbed his fingers against my forearms. "There's a psycho murderer out there that likes to dress up as a beast or something. So, if this is a fucking joke or your way of 'welcoming' me to Beacon Hills. I will fucking kill both of you." I was panting hard. Scott didn't seem to know what to do while Stiles nodded his head, speaking delicately to me.

"Okay, this is crazy, and you don't understand anything but sadly, now you are part of this." He gulped. "We have involved you. Well, mostly I did because I didn't want you to feel lonely." He glanced at Scott and then back at me. "It wasn't my intention to get you into this at all."

"We can't explain it to you right now, okay?" Scott decided to address. This was the first time that he was talking softly to me, without glaring. "But I promise we will explain everything to you when we get out of here."

After contemplating it for a couple of seconds, I decided to speak again. "Just one thing." I bit my lip and both of them waited for my next words. "That thing...That thing out there. Is it real?" They nodded. "We aren't going to get out of here."

"We will." Scott tried to look like he was sure of himself. But I could taste the distress. "I..I will protect you." He smiled softly.

"We will," Stiles murmured. His hands were going down my arms, and I was already missing his grip because it made me feel protected.

We wandered to the windows of the classroom in search of Stiles's jeep, and when we saw it, Scott was the first one to notice that it was dented. When Stiles started getting nervous about it, Scott pulled both of us to the floor, the battery of his jeep had been thrown inside, breaking the window and making it difficult for us to go back to it and get our asses out of there.

We decided to go back to the corridor in search of a classroom with fewer windows. The locker room.

"Call your dad." Scott stopped both of us from walking farther into the room.

"And tell him what?"

"I don't know, anything. Gas leak, a fire, whatever. If that thing sees the parking lot filled with cop cars, it'll take off."

"What if it doesn't?" I asked, and Stiles continued, adding to what I had said. "What if it goes completely Terminator and kills every cop in sight, including my dad?"

"They have guns."

"Yeah, and Derek had to be shot with wolfsbane - laced bullet to even slow him down, you remember that?"

I sighed. "So what do we do?" My voice sounded harsher than what I intended it to sound like. "Wait," I said. "Didn't that Derek guy bring his car? Maybe we could use it, get the fuck out of here."

"This is why we had to bring her!" He put his arms up. "That's a GREAT idea. We get his car and leave."

"And him." Scott rolled his eyes at both of us.

"Fine. Whatever." We both whispered and chuckled.

We walked back towards the door when Scott grabbed Stiles's wrist. He heard something, and I did too. "I think we need to hide," I muttered. "There's something out there."

Stiles looked at me perplexed and intrigued, and then he looked back at Scott. My half-sibling nodded at his friend, his eyes examined me. "Yeah, there's something. Hide."

Stiles put the flashlight inside his pants, and then he started looking around. He grabbed my hand, making especially loud noises, and getting both of us inside a locker. We heard another big noise, which meant that Scott had hidden inside a locker too.

My back was against Stiles's chest, his warm breath was hitting the back of my neck. His right arm was slightly against the door of the locker, and his other arm was around my waist, keeping me as far as possible from the door. Which meant that I was as close as possible to him.

The door opened, making me gasp. Stiles's arm left my waist, his hand softly covering my mouth. I heard him pant so I covered his mouth with my hand.

"Son of a bitch!" We heard someone's voice and decided to come out of the locker.

"Quiet!" Stiles touched the janitor from the back.

"Quiet my ass, what the hell are you trying to do, kill me? Get out."

"Will you just listen for half a second, okay?" Stiles tried to reason. But I mean, how would you react if you were the janitor and found some kids inside the locker room at night?

"Not okay. Get the hell out of here right now." He grabbed both of the boys while I walked next to them. He was pushing us towards the door, trying to kick us out.

"God, just one second to explain," Stiles begged while the janitor jolted us into the corridor.

"Just shut up and go." Before he could close the door, he was grabbed by something. The three of us jumped, we heard the beast, and then we saw the janitor's body against the door, blood smearing everywhere.

Scott tried to open the door and help him. Stiles and I looked at each other, grabbing him to make him run with us. It was too late.

That thing had blocked the doors so we wouldn't be able to get out, and now it was following us. Stiles was able to confine that thing and the three of us smiled at each other like stupid. We were relieved. We were safe. But not for much longer because it escaped by the roof, which meant us, running again for our lives.

Scott's phone started ringing and he seemed to be desperate and angry. "Go to the lobby. Now!" He hung up, looking at us. "Allison is here."

"What?" I asked. "Your girlfriend? Here as in inside the school?!" Scott nodded, running towards the lobby, Stiles and I following. "Why did you come? What are you doing here?" We met a girl in the lobby, and I concluded that it was Allison Argent, which meant she was Scott's girlfriend. She was beautiful, perfect hair cascading over her shoulders. She seemed delicate but also deadly.

"Because you asked me to." Her eyes stopped on me, frowning. I offered her a little smile.

"I asked you to?"

Allison's eyes snapped back at Scott, showing him her phone. Scott swallowed, staring cautiously at her. "Why do I get the feeling you didn't send this message?"

"Because I didn't."

"Did you drive here?" Stiles intervened in their conversation. He was anxious, all of us were.

"Jackson did."

That was the guy from the store. The guy that smelled like he was dying.

"Jackson's here too?"

"And Lydia, what's going on? Who sent this text?" Her phone rang, and she couldn't wait to answer the call. "Where are you?"

From behind Allison, Jackson and Lydia appeared. "Finally. Can we go now?" As soon as Lydia asked that, we started hearing noises above us.

"Run!" Scott yelled while intertwining his fingers with Allison's. We all started running until I noticed Stiles was paralyzed looking at the beast that had fallen from the roof.

"Stiles!" I ran to him, grabbed his hand, and made his move. All of us ran inside a dark classroom, I was still grasping Stiles' hand, while the others were blocking the door with chairs and desk in hopes of that beast not being able to come inside and kill us all.

"Guys." Stiles tried to make them listen to him, but they were too busy blocking the door. He called them again, and he was ignored one more time. "Can we just wait a second? You guys, listen to me. Can we wait a second? Guys? Stiles talking."

Stiles ran his hand through his buzz cut, he seemed stressed. "Guys what the fuck! Can you stop moving and listen to Stiles for a motherfucking second?" I sounded louder than I expected too. Everyone stopped in their tracks, turning around and looking at us.

"Okay, nice work. Really beautiful job, everyone. Now, what should we do about the 20-foot wall of windows?" He gestured to the left side of the room and I cursed in a low tone. We were fucked. We were going to die.

"C-can somebody please explain to me what's going on, b-because I'm freaking out here. And I would like to know why. Scott?" Allison was terrified, but so were we. She looked at Scott and it seemed like they were talking with their eyes.

"You are not the only one." I interrupted. Scott peered at me, his gaze strong, but it didn't have any type of hate towards me. "But I don't think it's the best time now to give explanations to each other." "Maybe you don't want or need an explanation." Allison pointed to her chest. "But I do need one, now."

"Oh yeah." I went closer to her. "Why don't we eat some snacks while we go through stories of how a fucking big beast is trying to kill us." Stiles came closer to me and grabbed my elbow, trying to put some space between my step-brother's girlfriend and me. "Oh, maybe the beast will like to join us? Maybe it will sit down with us and tell us how he became a beast!"

Stiles snickered, but the glare he received from Scott made him go back to his serious face. "Somebody killed the janitor."

"What?"

"Yeah, the janitor's dead." The hazel-eyed boy walked towards Lydia the others.

"What's he talking about? Is this a joke?" Allison looked at Scott, but he was far from us. When she saw that he wasn't going to answer her, she looked at me and I nodded.

"What, who killed him?"

Lydia, Jackson, and Allison started to get crazy, talking at the same time and asking who was the killer, who was that beast. Scott didn't have a better idea than to say that Derek Hale was the killer, which made Stiles look at me and sight. Seems like I was the intelligent one in the family.

"And the guy in the video store - it's been Derek the whole time. He's in here with us. And if we don't get out now - He's going to kill us too." No, everything was a lie and even though Derek Hale seemed to be a hot asshole, he didn't deserve to be incriminated for something he didn't do. And, that thing, whatever it was in the video store, that was NOT a human being.

Jackson looked at me, his jaw tightening and I knew that he was thinking the same. We didn't talk about what we saw at the video store, but we both knew that wasn't a human. "Call the cops." He demanded.

"No."

"Wh-what do you mean 'No?'"

"I mean no. You wanna hear it in Spanish? ‘No’." It was my time to snicker. "Look, Derek killed three people, okay? We don't know what he's armed with."

"Your dad is armed with an entire sheriff's department. Call him."

"I'm calling." She was already phoning.

"No, Lydia, would you just hold on a sec-" Stiles tried to grab Lydia to stop her, he didn't want to put his dad in danger. Jackson was going to push Stiles so he wouldn't touch her. It felt like I saw his movements slowly like everything was in slow motion. My hands moved on themselves and I grabbed Jackson's arm, twisting it.

"Hey." Scott came closer and he tried to loosen my grip on Jackson's arm, but I couldn't let him go. "Y/N." He whispered. "Let him go, please." I did what he told me and turned around to look out of the window while Lydia anxiously explained that the police hung up on her. But I was too busy looking at my reflection in one of the windows, my eyes were flashing. A deep ice blue, that was not my eye color.

"Molotov cocktail." Lydia interrupted the silence that was overcome by fear and uneasiness. We all looked at her, and all of them seemed surprised to hear her pronounce something complicated. I was sure she was more than what she let others see. "What? I read it somewhere."

"We don't have a key for that either." Stiles sighed, pointing to the closet where all the things were being kept.

Jackson glanced at me and then shook his head, hitting the glass of the closet with his elbow, successfully breaking it. "Seems like we don't need a key," I muttered.

"Jackson, hand me the sulfuric acid."

Lydia started making some kind of 'poison', and I gaped at her, my mouth hanging as I couldn't even understand the terms she was using. Science was never one of my qualities.

"No. No, this is insane, you can't do this. You cannot go out there." Allison studied Scott. It was a crazy idea, to be honest, and I still didn't understand what was going on. But I felt reassured knowing that Stiles believed in him, which made me trust him too.

"We can't just sit here waiting for Stiles's dad to check his messages." Their whispers were the only thing that sounded in the dark, cold room.

"You could die. Don't you get that? He's killed three people."

"And we're next. Somebody has to do something."

"Scott, just stop. Do you remember - do you remember when you told me you knew whether or lying? That I had a tell. Well, so do you. You're a horrible liar. And you've been lying all night. Just - just please - please don't go. Please don't leave us. Please." I swallowed as I observed how Allison's hand trembled, hoping for the person he loved to stay with her and not put his own life in danger. But the few days I have been here, I noticed that Scott was never one to quit. At least not without fighting.

I chose to go closer to Allison, grabbing her shaky hands. "Hey," I whispered. "I'm as lost as you." I let out a little smile. "Scott seems to know what he is doing, okay? I know you are worried, but I promise you we won't get out of here without him."

"Funny." She chuckled while wiping away some tears. "Our first conversation is about your brother."

"He is not my brother." I clenched my jaw.

Jackson pulled me away from Allison, grasping her hands that were still shaking. "It's okay. It's okay, it's gonna be okay."

I peered at Lydia. She seemed to be hurt by Jackson's action. He was acting strange towards her, and he had spent the entire night reassuring Allison while his girlfriend was right there. "Jackson, you handed me the sulfuric acid, right? It has to be sulfuric acid. It won't ignite if it's not."

"I gave you exactly what you asked for tonight."

Lydia muttered something under her breath while looking at the ground. Her eyes seemed lost. I felt someone pat my back, looking to my side I wasn't surprised to see Stiles there, offering me a little grin. "Uhm, it's not like I care," I whispered. "But he will be safe, right?"

His hazel eyes shone. "Yeah, your brother will be safe." I punched him lightly on the chest. "Ouch, you have a technique when punching, woman."

I was going to answer back, but I was interrupted by a horrible pain on the back of my neck. My eyes got blurry, and I could see Jackson kneeling on the floor, he was screaming so loud. It was hurting my ears, they felt so sensitive. I ended up kneeling on the floor too, trying to control my breathing. Stiles asked me what was wrong, but words wouldn't come out. It hurts. Stiles, it hurts so much.

Allison and Lydia helped Jackson while Stiles just rubbed my back softly. "Can you hear me, Y/N?" I nodded, I couldn't articulate and my face was getting damp. I was sweating so much, and I couldn't breathe.

"Like, seriously, I'm okay." Jackson got away from both girls. I was still trying to make the pain go away. Stiles had helped me stand, and now my entire body was resting against his. My chin leaned on his shoulder, my eyes were yelling at me to let them close. I was exhausted.

"That didn't sound okay at all."

"What's on the back of your neck?" Stiles tried to touch his neck, but Jackson hit his hand away. He didn't have a scar before. Why did he have one now?

"I said I'm fine."

"It's been there for days. He won't tell me what happened." Lydia pouted, but I could see the pain in her eyes. I felt a hand on my neck. Stiles was moving my hair aside, and I hissed when he touched the back of my neck, although it felt so good against my cold skin. His hands were warm.

"Has it been there since the video store thing?" He whispered so the others wouldn't hear. I nodded my head.

"It...that thing was not h-human." I eventually articulated. Stiles nodded. "No, that thing wasn't human." He said something else about me, but it was interrupted by police sirens which made us all sigh in relief, except me.

"What about the janitor?" Scott asked the sheriff. We were finally out of that school, and I felt much better. However, Stiles seemed nervous, glimpsing at me all the time, checking that I was there and that I hadn't gone anywhere.

"We're still looking."

"Did you check under the bleachers? Under them?"

"Yeah, Scott, we looked. We pulled them out just like you asked, there's nothing."

"I'm not making this up."

"I know, I believe you, I do." We stopped walking. He was looking at the three of us.

"No, you don't. You have this look like you feel bad for me. Like you wanna believe me, but I know you don't."

"Listen - We're gonna search this whole school. We're gonna find him. Okay? I promise." The sheriff was called by his workmates. "Stay. Both of you." Stiles threw his hands in the air as if he was completely innocent. He pointed at me. "Young lady, come with me for a moment. Stiles said that the wound in your neck re-opened." I looked at Stiles and Scott as they both nodded.

I followed Stiles' dad. "My wound didn't reopen," I answered puzzled but still followed him.

He glanced at me, smiling. "I know." He looked at them for a second, and then he glanced back at me. "Like women, men also need to talk about their feelings. I think they both need to talk, you know. Best friend to best friend." I nodded, beaming. This man was nice. "So how are your first days in Beacon Hills?"

I rolled my eyes, grunting. "Crazy."

He laughed loudly. "If you continue being friends with Stiles and Scott, it is going to get even crazier."

Later, Stiles came closer to me. I was laughing at some stories Sheriff Stilisnki was sharing with me. Stories about baby Stiles and baby Scott. "Are you okay?" I asked when I noticed that he seemed to be a little down. He just nodded. I searched for Scott with my eyes and found him far from us, talking to Allison. It didn't seem to go well.

I noticed eyes on me and looked back at Stiles, but he was engaged in a conversation with his dad. I continued looking around until my eyes met Jackson's ones.

“You can hear me, right?" He smirked.

Did his voice just sound inside my head?

"Yes. You are hearing me."

What was going on?

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"I can stay with you!" The girl answered while she tried to hide how her voice was cracking. She was terrified of what she didn't know. She was scared of the unknown. Beacon Hills was unknown to her.

The woman that was driving sighed. Her dark hair was now enhanced by grey hair. "You know you can't. Your father still has your custody." The woman didn't let the teenager answer, knowing that she would get ironic and ask why her father wasn't doing his job as a father. He never did anyway.

"So the best option out there is for me to live with strangers who are my father's other family? Tell me, Miriam. Did he leave them to be with us? Or did he leave us to be with them? Oh wait, was he changing lives every week?"

The woman sighed, parking the car on one of the streets of Beacon Hills. "Y/N, please. I was also a stranger when you came to live with me." She smiled softly. The teenager deserved better. Her mother didn't act like one and left Y/N on Miriam's doorstep when she was 8 years old. Later than everyone thought. Nobody saw Y/N's mother capable of taking care of a child for eight years. But at the same time, she didn't take care of Y/N. The young girl took care of her mother.

"I just don't understand what's the purpose of all this."

"It's for you to be with your family." Her rust-colored eyes examined the teenager. She was almost a woman, a beautiful one that had taken care of herself since day one. "Look." She grabbed her cold hands. "Your mom did terrible stuff. I did too. How did you think we met?"

"But you changed. People change." She peered out of the window for a couple of seconds. "You can't compare what you did with what Alice did." She muttered. Alice was her mom, but she didn't deserve that title. "You never abandoned me. We don't share the same blood, but you took care of me." She tried to argue back.

"But taking care of you isn't my decision anymore. You are still a minor and your father is the one deciding over you." She rubbed their hands together, trying to warm Y/N's hands. "When you are old enough, you will be able to live wherever you want. You can even contact me and I will come for you if you want me to."

Y/N got out of the car, and she slowly moved to the back, taking her suitcase out of it. Maybe if she was slow, Miriam would change her mind and let her go with her. But it didn't seem like that would happen when she found herself waving at the car. It was disappearing down the road, leaving her in a strange town with only directions to Melissa Mccall's house.

On her way to her 'new' house, she saw a video club and her love for films didn't let her walk away from it without checking it out. A bell sounded when she opened the door, her hand still clutching her suitcase. She started looking around when she saw and heard the voice of a boy. "Can somebody help me find The Notebook?" He started looking around. "Hello? Is anybody working here? You gotta be kidding me."

Y/N thought that was rare. There was a phone ringing, and the place was quite dim.

The boy went closer to her. "Uhm, excuse me." She looked at him again, forgetting the films she was checking out. "Do you maybe know where in this whole place can I find The Notebook?"

"Are you asking me because I'm a girl?" She chuckled, making the boy smile a little. "Because I'm more into action movies and I'm new here so I can't help you." She glanced around, finally deciding that her suitcase was safe and she didn't have to grip it so hard. "It is strange that there is no one here though." Her eyes stopped behind the boy, seeing something on the ground.

Jackson turned around and then looked back at her. Both of them stared at each other quietly, without exchanging words. They slowly walked to whatever that was.

When they got closer, Y/N could tell that what she had noticed were shoes. When they cornered one of the shelves, there was a dead body. A man was laying on the floor, his eyes wide open and a terrified expression decorating his face. His neck looked like it had been sliced, and blood was coming out of it.

"Oh my god." The boy whispered, pushing a hand out so Y/N wouldn't walk closer to the dead man. But of course, she wasn't going to do that. No fucking way.

Jackson walked backwards. Y/N who was behind him was pushed against some stairs, making them fall. The stairs hit a lamp that seemed to be in the process of being repaired, making the light of the shop go out.

"Are you okay?" Jackson asked the girl.

"I'm not sure if I can be okay after seeing a dead body." She replied, not being able to take her eyes out of the body. "Are you?"

"I don't think I can be okay after seeing a dead body." He replied similarly.

Y/N wanted to chuckle, but she was sure that it wasn't the best moment to do so. They heard a vicious noise. Turning around, at the end of the corridor there were two shiny red eyes. It seemed like those eyes were examining both of them.

Jackson was petrified, gawking at whatever that monstrosity was. Y/N grasped his arm, pushing him behind a shelf, covering his mouth with her hand. "Don't scream, please." She whispered. But she was as scared as him. Maybe even more.

Without looking back, Y/N knew that thing was running around. She concluded that it was something quite big when the shelves fell in a domino motion, trapping her and Jackson under the shelf that they used to hide. The boy was luckier because only his legs were trapped, making it a little bit easier for him to escape when he felt strong enough, while Y/N's entire half body was trapped, making her hiss in pain.

Both of them heard the beast coming closer to them, breathing hard. She felt it scratch her neck, and she couldn't contain a wail of pain. It seemed like the boy had also been scratched when she heard him breathe even harder. Are there bears in Beacon Hills?

The next thing they heard was a window crash and a couple of minutes later, sirens.

Y/N was sitting in the back of an ambulance while Jackson was next to her, an arm around his girlfriend, Lydia Martin. She had learnt their names, but she wished that it would have been in another situation.

"Why the hell can't I just go home? I'm fine." Jackson asked desperately. She thought that he should have more respect towards the man, but at the same time, she was also desperate to leave that place.

"I hear ya, but the EMT says you hit your head pretty hard. They just wanna make sure you don't have a concussion." The sheriff replied. Y/N took her time to look at Lydia. She looked shocked, and Y/N was confused because Lydia wasn't inside the store. Did she see something?

"What part of 'I'm fine' are you having a problem grasping? Okay, I wanna go home." He got closer to the sheriff while the man answered more calmly.

Jackson began to raise his voice, and Y/N was going to tell him to shut the fuck up when she was interrupted. "Oh, whoa, is that a dead body?" She looked at the boy who had yelled but instantly, got distracted by a doctor who asked to look at her neck and take care of her wound. That was another thing she didn't understand.

Why didn't Jackson have a wound like her? She was sure that he had been scratched too.

"Starting to get it?"

A voice made Stiles jump around, seeing Derek and Scott behind him. "What the fuck! Oh gosh, I think I just peed my pants." He replied while placing his hand on his chest.

"Uh, I get that he's killing people, but I don't get why. I mean, this isn't standard practice, right? We don't go out in the middle of the night murdering everyone, do we?" Scott answered Derek while ignoring his friend. His eyes scanning everywhere, analyzing everything, and trying to understand the situation.

"No. We're predators. We don't have to be killers."

"Then why is he a killer?"

"That's what we're gonna find out." Derek hit Scott's arm, making him rub it. His pupils grew, looking over at one of the girls sitting in the back of the ambulance. "I will let you take care of her first."

Scott observed how Derek walked away and was confused by his last words. Stiles hit him in the same place where Derek had punched him before. Stiles was pointing at the girl's suitcase.

"It says McCall, on the suitcase." His friend let him know and that was when he noticed that one of the girls in the back of the ambulance he had never seen before. "I think that is your-sister-not-sister."

Scott ignored him and walked towards her, but he was stopped by Stiles’ father.

"Guys, you know you can't be here." He said, mostly looking at his son.

"Why is she here?" Scott asked while pointing at the girl.

The Sheriff sighed, deciding to give them a little information, hoping that they would feel satisfied and leave the crime scene. "She was inside. A minor concussion and a deep wound on the back of her neck."

"What type of wound?" Stiles asked. His father felt stupid for believing that his son would be satisfied with just a little information. "An animal wound?" Scott hit his ribs.

"Yes. We believe so." He looked at the girl. "She asked us if there were bears in Beacon Hills."

"Bears?" Both boys looked at each other.

"Seemed like a big beast. Jackson had said that he thought he saw claws, but she affirmed that she felt the claws on her neck." He coughed. "Now, go home." He referred to Scott. "And you, wait inside the car."

"Actually." Stiles decided to talk. "That is Scott's sister." The hazel-eyed boy decided to modify what he had said when he felt Scott's gaze on him. "Well, half-sister. You know. Same dad. Same sperm donor."

The sheriff stared at his son, not surprised by his attitude. Melissa had told him about the new McCall, so he let both boys get close to her.

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"Why doesn't she stay with her father?" He spat back as if we didn't have the same father. Well, more like the same sperm donor because none of us grew up having him by our side.

"Because I haven't seen him since I was four," I replied. Scott glared at me, and then he glanced at his mother. "Why doesn't she stay with her mother?"

I swallowed and answered again. "Because she is dead." I heard someone gasp, looking to my side I saw Stiles looking at me with huge eyes, but for the first time in my life, I didn't feel like someone felt sorry for me and that was...peaceful.

"I hope you guys will get along in school."

"She's coming to the same school?!" He got up from his chair.

"Yes, Scott. She is." His mom got up from the chair. "Now, go walk your friend to the door. There's class tomorrow and it's late." She turned around and looked at me. "I will show you your room, sweetheart." She smiled lightly and started walking upstairs.

Scott went outside the house, not without yelling for Stiles to follow him. Now, Stiles and I were alone in the same room and I smiled at him before starting to go upstairs.

"Wait." His voice stopped me. "Are you sure it was a bear? Maybe it was a wolf?"

I grinned. "Good night, Stiles. I suppose I will see you tomorrow."

Stiles beamed at me happily while the teacher introduced me to the whole class as the new student and Scott McCall's sister. I was going to interrupt him and tell him that we weren't siblings when he told me to sit down on a vacant seat.

Instantly, Stiles started to point to a table that was on his left, telling me to sit down there. I rolled my eyes at his enthusiasm and couldn't help but grin at how goofy he was. He seemed like a good guy. Well, at least better than Scott.

"How was your first day?" He rested his head on his right hand, turning his entire body towards me. He looked at me while I took papers and a pencil out of my backpack.

"Well," I put everything in its correct place and looked at him. "I'm in a new place, a new school, new people, and living with my father's other family," I smirked. "Seems like an adventure," I added sarcastically.

"Well, Beacon Hills can be a damn adventure." He whispered. I think he was trying not to say that too loud. But I heard him. "And believe me, Scott isn't that bad." His face got serious. "I mean, he has never watched Star Wars and he sometimes makes stupid decisions...but apart from that, he ain't that bad."

"Seems like we have something else in common." I snorted. I noticed Stiles looking at me as if he was confused. "I have never watched Star Wars." He gasped. "What? It seems like it's boring anyway."

"Okay." He pointed at me. "First of all, that was disrespectful. Second of all, we are going to change that. You McCall's are going to watch Star Wars with me. That is going to be my mission."

His composture changed when Scott came into class, sitting behind him. Scott glared at me, and I rolled my eyes while looking away. But from the corner of my eye, I could see how Scott was getting closer to Stiles. Both of them seemed to be arguing about something. Well, most likely Scott because Stiles was completely ignoring him. He seemed pretty mad.

I decided to lose my focus on them, focusing on my blank paper. And it seemed like I focused too hard because what seemed like seconds have been hours. My head started hurting while putting my things inside my backpack.

Melissa had told Scott to be around me in school and to not leave me alone. But I could tell that Scott didn't like me at all. I guess I discovered that when he didn't talk to me or when he glared at me. Oh, or maybe when he told me to be at least 3 meters away from him and Stiles when walking on the hallways.

"After work. All right, well, that gives me to the end of the school day then." I heard Stiles' voice and felt confused. They were quite far from me.

"To do what?"

"To teach you myself." Stiles turned around, staring at me. I tried to seem confused, even though I was. I just heard their conversation. "And she is going to help." He made a sign for me to walk closer.

I got closer after swallowing. "Yeah?" I asked and tried to avoid Scott's gaze which seemed to pierce my forehead. Yes, Scotty, I know you want me far from you. “You called me?”

"Yeah." Stiles grinned, placing his arm around my shoulders. "You know, your brother, right here." Both of us glared at him. "I mean, you...like. Well, it doesn't matter." He sighed. "He has been dealing with..." He looked at Scott and shook his head in response. "He has been dealing with anger issues, and I just offered to help him control it. And you are going to help me."

"Why do I have to help?" "Why does she have to help?"

We, the McCall's said at the same time.

"Because I say so." The hazel-eyed boy replied while making us walk to a field. "Okay. Now, put this on." He took something out of his backpack, handing it to Scott.

"Isn't this one of the heart rate monitors for the track team?" Scott asked frustrated while I sat down next to the other boy, letting my backpack fall to the ground. Stiles let him know that he had borrowed it while Scott corrected him. "Stole it."

"Temporarily misappropriated. Coach uses it to monitor his heart rate with his phone while he jogs, and you're gonna wear it for the rest of the day." I grinned, even though I didn't know what was going on.

"Isn't that coach's phone?"

Stiles looked at me, rolled his eyes, and then grinned. "That, I stole." He went back to his earnest expression. "All right, well, your heart rate goes up when you go..." He looked at me again and then immediately, looked at Scott. "When...when you're playing lacrosse, when you're with Allison, whenever you get angry. Maybe learning to control it is tied to learning to control your heart rate."

"Like the Incredible Hulk?" Both of them snapped their heads at me when I talked.

Stiles smiled. "Kind of like the Incredible Hulk, yeah."

"No, I'm like the Incredible Hulk." Again. He was glaring at me.

"That is literally what I've said," I replied to him with a little anger.

He was going to reply but got interrupted by Stiles. "Would you shut up and put the strap on?" Stiles helped him and then, he took a tape out of his backpack. "All right. You ready?" He grabbed my wrist, and we both started getting far from him.

"No."

"Remember, don't get angry."

"What is going on?" I asked.

"Wait and see, McCall. Wait and see." Stiles grabbed his lacrosse stick, he began to throw balls at Scott. He was enjoying it, and to be honest, I was enjoying it too. He deserved it, he was being an asshole to me. "Wanna try?" He asked while offering me his stick.

I grinned, grabbing it confidently. "Yeah, I think I would like to try." I felt strength gathering in my body. I threw the ball as hard as I could, accidentally hitting Scott in his private areas. Well, maybe it wasn't an accident."

Stiles 'wooed' while laughing and taking the stick from me, continuing to throw balls at Scott while the taped boy tried to repeat over and over again that he should stay calm.

I saw Jackson looking at us from afar, but I got distracted when I heard a heartbeat? Was I hearing a heartbeat? It was going fast. I glanced back at Scott. Was it his heartbeat?

He was on the floor, making some noises, and I wasn't sure if he was angry or in pain, maybe both. But what I didn't expect was for him to break free from the tape. Sometimes I couldn't even cut it with scissors.

Stiles peered at me, he looked nervous. "Ah..you know. Anger issues."

"Yeah," I whispered, looking back at Jackson. He wasn't there anymore.

"Let's go change." Stiles helped Scott up. Then, he looked at me and told me to wait for them in the corridor so they could accompany me to class. We had a different class now, and to be honest, it scared me a little bit.

I sat down on the floor, my back against the blue lockers. The corridor was empty, the only thing I could hear was my breath. Until I heard footsteps and the back of my neck started burning, making me hiss.

"Agh, it hurts like a bitch." I frowned.

"Mine does too." Jackson was sitting down next to me. "How are you holding up? Lydia told me that you are Scott's sister." I grimaced. "Uhm, Lydia is like pretty popular so she knows everything that happens in this high school, or maybe in Beacon Hills."

I chuckled. "Well, first of all."

"We are not siblings." He imitated my voice.

"How did you know I was going to say that?" I unconsciously touched the back of my neck.

He also seemed bewildered. "I'm not sure." He noticed my hand, lightly touching my neck. "Is it...is it itching?"

I nodded. "A lot. Yours?" I asked, remembering that his wound had appeared after mine, which seemed completely strange.

"Mine too." His eyes seemed to seek some sign on my face. "Do you feel strange?" He started to go into more detail when he noticed that I was confused about what he was referring to. "Like, I feel tired and I sweat a lot."

I heard my name being called and saw Stiles waving at me, standing next to Scott. The other boy didn't seem too happy, he was glaring at Jackson. I suppose that was Scott McCall's thing, glaring at people like he wanted to kill them.

"I think you have clear signs of being a teenager and being exhausted because of school." I offered a little smile while getting up from the floor. He nodded, but I could see that he was quite worried.

I started walking towards the boys when a thought crossed my mind. It smelled like someone was dying.

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Mr. Harris got Stiles, Scott, and me into detention. This was only my first day, which made me feel like I would get into a lot of trouble with these two. Both of them got sentimental during detention and fixed whatever had happened between their friendship. I stupidly smiled while admiring the loyalty between both.

After detention, Stiles drove Scott to a vet clinic. I got to know that he was working there to get some extra money, and after dropping him off, he dropped me off at the McCall household.

When I went inside, I noticed that everything was quite silent, and went I went to grab something to drink, I saw a little note on the fridge where Melissa was letting us know that she had to work late that night.

"That woman works a lot," I murmured while drinking ice-cold water. I grabbed my backpack, going up the stairs to go to my bedroom, letting it fall on the floor and taking my jacket off. I threw myself on the bed, the exhaustion took over my body. In seconds, I fell asleep.

And again, when I woke up, it seemed like I was going to be in trouble because of the same two boys. They made me go with them to school, at night. Of course, Scott said that I didn't have to go, and I agreed with him for the first time. But Stiles replied that I was new to Beacon Hills, I seemed like a cool girl, and that Scott should give me an opportunity and get to know me.

"What are we doing here?" I interrupted their conversation while getting out of the car.

"Just don't ask," Scott replied without glancing at me. He is so nice. A car pulled over next to us. "Where's my boss?" He asked while a broad guy was getting out of a car.

He was towering us, well-built, and to be honest, he was hot. Beautiful dark hair on top of his head and appealing eyes. "He's in the back."

Stiles and Scott moved to the back of the smoking hot man's car. I followed them while my eyes were still on the strange guy. But when I eventually gazed at the back of the car, I faced a black man with tape over his mouth. "What the fuck is this?" I stared at the three of them. "Sir, oh my god. Are you okay?"

"You will understand later," Stiles answered. 

"I told you we shouldn't have brought her." Scott murmured back at his friend.

"I asked him to bring her." The stranger was studying me. I unconsciously touched my hair, trying to fix it. Was my hair looking good? My dear step-brother looked between the stranger, whose name seemed to be Derek, and me. "She needs to be here." He replied without giving more knowledge. We were all confused.

I walked with both boys into the school.

"Okay, one question. What are you gonna do if the Alpha doesn't show up?" Stiles asked. I peered at him utterly confused, and he waved it off like 'you aren't going to understand anyway. At least not right now.'

"I don't know."

"And what are you gonna do if he does show up?"

"I don't know."

"Good plan." He sneeringly answered.

They started talking about howls, wolves, and packs. Was this some type of game? Like D&D?

Scott breathed profoundly as he got closer to the microphone. Stiles and I almost fell to the floor when Scott tried to howl at the microphone. "Oh my god, we should have recorded that." I clutched onto Stiles, he was wiping the tears that were running down his cheeks from laughing so much.

Scott glared at us, but we could see the redness on his cheeks. "Stop laughing! Well, what did it sound like to you?"

"Like a cat being choked to death, Scott." He was able to speak while still laughing. Scott pouted a little, and for the first time, I felt sorry for laughing at him. "Hey, hey. Listen to me. You're calling the Alpha. All right? Be a man. Be a werewolf, not a teen wolf. Be a werewolf. Do it." He massaged Scott's shoulders.

A teen wolf? This must be some type of game, for sure. Scott howled. This time he didn't sound like a cat dying. He sounded like a wolf, and my mind tried to comprehend what the fuck was going on.

When we went outside, Derek was pretty mad. "I'm gonna kill both of you. What the hell was that? What are you trying to do, attract the entire state to the school?" He pointed at Scott. At least, he didn't want to kill me. He looked like he could break your neck with his own hands.

"Sorry. I didn't know it would be that loud." He seemed satisfied with what he had done. Was this part of a stupid prank or something? "Yeah, it was loud." Stiles nodded, and then his voice was high-pitched. "And it was AWESOME!"

"Shut up!" He took a step closer to Stiles, and for some reason, I put my hand out and shoved Stiles behind me. I could feel him looking at me from behind. I avoided his gaze.

"Don't be such a sour wolf."

"Okay." I decided to talk. "Can someone tell me what is going on? Is this some type of game? Like...I don't know. A roleplay or something?"

Scott rolled his eyes, pointing at the car. "What'd you do with him?"

"What? I didn't do anything." He turned around to look at the direction of his car. The door was open, and Scott's boss wasn't there anymore. Was he also part of this crazy game?

Then, Derek started to spit blood, he was elevated in the air by something. When I focused my gaze I saw a big beast. Okay, this wasn't a hoax anymore, right?

"W-what?" Both boys grabbed my hands and started running inside the school. They told me to step back while they held the doors closed. Stiles told me to sit on the floor so whatever THAT was wouldn't see me in the window. "What is going on?" I whispered. Searching for an answer in a pair of hazel eyes. "What the fuck is going on?"

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"Bu-. Okay, what if we both have to use the bathroom at the same time and there's only two stalls available and they're only right next to each other?" Mr. Stilisnki, Melissa, and Jackson's dad sighed, crossing their arms over their chest. "I'll just hold it."

Stiles was bickering with his dad. "Move," Melissa pushed Scott and me slightly. She focused her gaze on her son. "It's not just this. Although, a restraining order is a new low that I didn't think that you would reach quite this soon. It's everything on top of it. The completely behaviour, the late nights coming home, having to beg Mr. Harris for you to make up that chemistry test that you missed." She now looked at me. "I truly didn't expect you to follow whatever these two had in mind while preparing such a stupid joke to Jackson." I felt a pang on my chest, biting my lower lip, deciding that it was better to remain silent.

"I missed a chemistry test?"

"Really, Scott? Really? I have to ground you. I am grounding you. You are grounded." Her eyes again on me. "That goes for you too, young lady. I have to ground you too." I nodded.

"What about work?"

"Fine.Other than work. And no TV."

"My TV's broken." And I didn't watch TV.

"Then no computer."

"I need the computer for school." True.

"Then no, uh, no Stiles."

"What?!" Stiles and I snapped at the same time.

"No Stiles?!" Said boy came closer to us.

"No Stiles!" She shouted, making me and the boy back up. Damn, Melissa was quite scary when she yelled. "And no more car privileges. Give me your keys. Give 'em to me!" Her hands shook a little as she tried to take the car key. "Oh, for the love of God."

"Mom, you want me to-"

"No."

"Mom, come on, let me just, mom. Mom!" He grabbed her trembling hands.

"What is going on with you? Is this about Allison?"

"Do you really wanna know?

"Yeah. Is this about your father?" Stiles nodded in the back, telling Scott to lie. I was too distracted by the mention of our sperm donor. "It is, isn't it? Okay, you know what, um-. We'll talk about this at home. I'm gonna go get the car." It made me think. Why did he leave Scott and Melissa?

"So did you guys get into much trouble?" Allison asked me, her right hand tightly clutching her bag. "Melissa seems like a woman who has a strong attitude."

"She does." I nodded. "She took Scott's car keys, TV, my radio, and no Stiles." I pouted. I opened the door of the library, motioning for her to go first. She grinned at me.

"Woah, no Stiles." She winked while I looked at her confused. "Must be hard for you."

"Uh? What do you mean?" She didn't answer, gazing at the camera that was installed on the top of the wall, walking directly to a determined place. I wanted to ask her again, but if the Argents knew that she was talking to me, hell would break. That is why when we entered the library, I walked away from her, finding Scott and Stiles.

I smiled at both boys, Allison separated from us by a big shelf. From one of the spaces between the books, she slid a tablet. "It's everything Lydia can translate. And trust me, she was very confused."

"Yeah, what'd you tell her?"

"That we were part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures." She replied, making Scott chuckle.

"I am part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures." He gazed at both of them, feeling insulted.

"I-I do too." Stiles's head turned towards me as he heard my confession.

"You do?" I nodded. "Want to come to my house and play together? We could complete all the missions, I'm already on the second part of the new event that finishes on-"

"No way!" I interrupted him. "It started one month ago! How did you get so far?"

Scott grinned, interrupting our passionate talk about our online community. "Okay, does it say how to find out who's controlling him?"

"Not really. But Stiles was right about the murderers."

"Yes!" His aggressive gesture celebrating that he was right almost hit me on the face.

"It calls the Kanima a weapon of vengeance. There's a story in there about this South American priest who uses the Kanima to execute murderers in his village."

"All right, see? So maybe it's not all that bad." I nodded along.

"Until the bond grew strong enough that it killed whoever he wanted it to."

I groaned, punching Stiles's arm playfully. "Why did you have to talk so soon?"

"All bad, all very, very bad."

"Here's the thing, though. The Kanima's actually supposed to be a werewolf. But it can't be-" Allison couldn't finish her sentence as the person in charge of the library got closer to her, trying to organize some books.

"Until it resolves that in its past which manifested it." Scott finished fo her. A chill ran through my body, I knew what was in my past.

"Okay, if that means that Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy, I could've told you that myself." If I was the same as Jackson, a Kanima. Would I be a werewolf after discovering what manifested this all?

"What if- It has something to do with his parents? His real parents." That could be me too. Jackson and I could have ended up being this monster for similar reasons.

"Yeah, does anybody actually know what happened to them?"

"Lydia might."

"What if she doesn't know anything?"

"Well, he doesn't have a restraining order against me, so- I'll talk to him myself." That wasn't a good idea. Jackson wouldn't be able to control his instincts if he was mad. And yeah, Allison was a pretty great hunter, but she could still get killed.

"Okay, what do I do?"

"You have a make-up exam, remember?" She grabbed his hand. "Promise me."

"Are they going to have sex right now? Here?" Stiles chuckled after my comment, grabbing my hand, taking me away from them to give privacy.

Scott was trying to past the chemistry test that he didn't attend, and I hoped that he would pass it. Stiles had spent the night before it helping him as much as possible, without Melissa knowing, of course. Remember, no Stiles.

Allison went to talk with Jackson and Stiles with Lydia. Allison didn't let me go with her, saying that she could protect herself, but I felt like something was going to be wrong. Stiles decided that Lydia would shy away if we went in a group to talk to her, so I was resting my back against the lockers while he followed the strawberry blonde girl.

I heard the ticking of a clock inside my head, I groaned. "Y/N?" Scott? Was I hearing Scott inside my head? "Allison needs me. Go get Stiles, he is in trouble. Keep an eye on him?"

"What about your exam?"

"They need me. She needs me, please."

"Go get Allison," I whispered aloud. I started walking fastly, trying to find Stiles. I did, and he was following Erica.

"You can't tell Derek, okay? There's a lot more to this that you don't know about. And just because you got the Alpha bite makeover doesn't give you a license to go around destroying people."

"Why not? That's all anybody ever used to do to me. I used to have the worst crush in the world on you. Yeah, you, Stiles. And you never once even noticed me. Exactly how you're not noticing me right now." Her hand rested on his chest, and I could feel hot all over. I didn't think twice, walking fastly to them, grabbing her wrist.

"I told you," I growled. "Don't touch-"

I was interrupted when the boy's locker room opened, Scott flying in the air, falling brutally into the ground, groaning. Jackson jumped on him, not being able to control himself. I ended up jumping on top of Jackson, trying to free Scott from him. But Whittemore punched me on the chin. Still, I continued fighting until Erica grabbed Jackson, and Stiles grasped me, lifting me from the floor. His arms were tight around my waist, mouth near my ear, letting me know that my eyes were ice blue. "Close them. Close your eyes. Breathe with me." He whispered.

We all ended up getting detention, Jackson had gone out of the room. He was pale and crazily sweating. When he came back, he still looked like he was going to pass out. Mr. Harris had left us on our own, letting us know that we needed to organize the library. I hated that dude.

Erica had let us know that Jackon's parents died in a car accident. Her father was the insurance investigator. Every time he sees Jackson drive his Porsche, he makes some comment about the huge settlement he'll be getting when he's 18. During all this, Stiles was sitting next to her, and she tried to lowkey flirt with him.

Ugh.

"It means he was born after his mom died by c-section. They had to pull him out of her dead body."

"So was it an accident or not?" Allison and I were staring at Jackson while organizing some books. The sooner we finished, the sooner we could get the hell out here.

"The word all over the report is inconclusive."

"Then his parents could have been murdered?" My parents weren't killed. My mom was a murderer, and my dad was an asshole who didn't have the heart to take care of any of his kids.

"If they were, then it falls in line with the kanima myth. You know? It seeks out and kills murderers."

"Then what about me?" I whispered.

"You aren't a kanima," Hazel-eyes peered deep into mine. "I told you before. We would have known that you were the Kanima like we knew that Jackson was." His hand rested on my back. "Don't worry about that. We will continue investigating."

After comforting me, Scott decided that we had to talk to Jackson. They continued talking, but I decided to ignore them. I felt dizzy, so I continued grabbing books, placing them where they belonged. My eyes went to read the title of the book 'Close your eyes, Y/N'. I blinked, a couple of times until those words disappeared, and the real title of the book appeared.

I grabbed another book, glancing at it. 'Obey or they die.'

"Stiles," I grabbed his arm, but he was trying to talk to Allison and Scott, deciding what to do with Jackson. "Stiles," He finally looked at me, a questioning look on his face. "W-What is the title of this book?"

He grabbed the books from my arms, still confused. "To kill a mockingbird." I nodded after his reply, smiling and placing the book where it belonged. I walked around, trying to find Jackson. But I found Matt, laying on the floor, blood dripping from the back of his neck.

"What the heck?" I heard Scott behind me when I turned around to look at him, glass shattered from above us, books falling. Scott threw his body on me, trying to shield me from the glass. "You okay?" I nodded my head, then he called for Erica. We heard her scream, and then, a thud.

We both quickly got up from the floor. We had to check on Erica, Allison, and Stiles. Stiles, was he okay?

Scott ran to Allison, and Stiles asking both of them if they were alright. I took a step to go to them but was stopped by Jackson. Half of his face was squamous, yellow eyes. He pushed me with incredible strength, my back hitting something, making me groan in pain.

Stiles clutched my hand, moving me to them. "Hey, hey. You okay?" His worried eyes examined every part of my face.

"Hurts like a bitch." I answered, grinning to lower his anxiety. Jackson was now acting odd, he was acting like the kanima. He was being controlled. He began writing on a blackboard "STAY OUT OF MY WAY OR I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU." Then he flew out of the library, smashing his body against a window.

We got into our feet, Stiles and I running towards Erica while the other two were too focused on the board. "Whoa, hey, hey, hey, hey! I think she's having a seizure." Stiles took Erica into his arms.

"He's alive." Allison checked Matt's pulse.

"Hey, we need to get her to a hospital."

"Derek - only to Derek." Even if her body was shaking, she just wanted to go to Hale.

"When we get her to the hospital-"

"To Derek. To Derek."

"Go." Allison looked deeply into my- Scott's eyes.

"I'm staying here with you."

"He can't take her alone. Not like this. And Matt - I've got to call an ambulance for him, just go."

"Guys," I interrupted. "Take Erica to Derek, now. I will stay here with Allison," I gazed at Scott, who was utterly anxious. "We will be alright." I felt other eyes on me when I turned my head I was met with Stiles's eyes. "Taker her to Derek, okay? Then, come back to me." He nodded.

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