Blood for Answers Sneak Peak

I can handle monsters and the boogie man. What I'm not sure I can handle—is myself.

I shook my head, "Why do you stay? Why don't you do anything?" I looked sideways to him, "I hate seeing you like this. I wish you'd... I don't know what I wish."

"You wish I'd fight back," Isaac spoke into my shoulder.

"I wish you'd do something," I whispered, "Anything."

"Jackson, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm fine!" He snapped but I grabbed his face to look and saw black good dripping from his nose.

I gasped, "Oh my god Jackson! This is not good!"

He saw my alarmed look, "What? What is it? Jessie!"

I swallowed thickly, for a lump had grown in my throat, "It means your body is fighting the bite. It's rejecting it."

"This is the family crest. I'm some descendant of the Grimm brothers. And they have a code too—wir jagen die tiere, die unschuldiges blut schwappt."

He blushed, "I'm Alex—Smith." He held out his hand for me and I took it.

"I'm Jessie Hansen," I said back, "I was new here too. But Beacon Hills is a great place."

We turned around to see him standing with Erica... and Isaac. But he looked different. He didn't look shy and sweet. He looked cocky as he stood in a leather jacket with his hands in his pockets and his head tilted up like some greaser from the 50s.

I gasped for air once our heads were above water and started panicking, "Oh my god—oh my god. Get me outta here—I can't be in here—please!" It was starting to get difficult to breathe as my throat started closing in.

"What's wrong!?" Derek shouted.

Stiles swam over, "She's afraid of water."

"What!?" Derek yelled out surprised.

I murmured, "Who is this?"

The woman looked to be in her sixties, with a severe expression and built yet slim body. She also looked very self assured and intimidating. She stood up, her back straight and posture impeccable, and faced me, "Hello, Jessica, I am your Aunt Wanda. I'm here to take you home."

"You nosy little bitch," Erica hissed, slamming me into the lockers, eyes golden, "You just had to go out of your way to screw things up."

"Erica!" Isaac snarled, ripping her hands off of me.

"Don't pout, Erica," Allison mocked, "I thought you were psychic."

"Do you know what Krieg bestimmt nicht, wer Recht hat. nur wer übrig bleibt means?" Matthias asked suddenly.

I paused, feeling much colder at his German words – and not because we were standing in front of the frozen food aisle. I nodded and whispered the translation, "War does not determine who is right. Only who is left."

"Jackson?" I asked softly, bending to look at the unconscious boy, "Is that you?"

"Us," Jackson's hissing voice sounded demonically unstable, "We're all here."

"Mom?" Scott's voice filled their ears.

Melissa and I both sighed in relief. "You scared me, where is every-" But she stopped short seeing her son standing with a gun aimed at the back of his head by a teenage boy.

"Mom, Jessie, just do what he says. He promised he wouldn't hurt you."

"He's right," Matt stated, losing his gun a fraction of an inch and pulling the trigger, getting Scott in the stomach with a cracking BANG!

Melissa screamed upon the sight of her son crumpling on the ground next to a bench, gripping it for support. I gasped loudly as I heard Sheriff Stilinski's voice shout, "Scott! Stiles! What happened?"

"But I didn't say I wouldn't hurt you," Matt mentioned with a cynically smug smirk on his evil little face.

"You know people don't stay the same forever," Morrell told me gently, "They grow and evolve around every obstacle they face. That's how the evolution of man and animal kind works. Whenever the environment changes—however hostile—we change with it."

"But what if you don't like those changes?" I asked in a small voice.

"Then you keep evolving," Morrell replied simply.

Isaac hummed, "Do you want to let me know what you're doing right now?" Isaac asked him.

"I'm not going anywhere if that's what you mean," Scott told him, "I have too many people here who need me."

"Well, I guess that makes me lucky 'cause uh-" he broke off, not wanting to admit how alone he felt, "'cause I don't have anyone, so."

"That's not true," Scott argued softly.

I felt something burn within me. My eyes glowed a brilliant cobalt blue so bright it almost looked like I had no pupils at all. With a strength I was only now figuring out that I had, I lifted Gerard up from Stiles by his neck and smashed him into the wall by the stairs, "You don't want to do things like that, Gerard."

Derek's eyes widened, his voice layered with shock and disgust, "Marissa?"

The girl in question cried with her hands bound, tears streaming down her face as her eyes were full of fear and confusion, "Derek—what's going on?"

"Hey, you know what I just realized?" Scott paused, "I'm right back where I started."

"Who?" Isaac asked him impatiently, not liking being out of the loop.

"Alphas," Derek stated.

Isaac noticed the plurality of the statement, "More than one?"

"A pack of them," Derek elaborated.

"And Alpha pack," Peter cut back in, "And they're not coming. They're already here."

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