I stood on rooftop on the hospital behind one of the electrical boxes with Derek next to me while my father and the rest of the department investigated the crime scene. I closed my eyes and sighed heavily and leaned my head against the electrical box as the events in the past couple of hours drained the energy from me, mentally and physically.
"Lily, what's wrong?" Derek asked me. My eyes snapped open and I turned to look up at him, my heart pounding.
"Nothing." I said, a little too fast and Derek cocked his head ever so slightly and raised his eyesbrows at me.
"I don't even need to listen to your heartbeat to know that you're lying, Lily." I sighed and closed my eyes, swallowing hard and slowing my heartbeat. I opened my eyes and smiled up at Derek and grabbed his hands, my fingertips tingling at feeling his touch again.
"What's wrong is I've had a very stressful night and I just want to go home and crawl in bed with my alpha male and make love to him all night." I could see in his eyes that he didn't buy it but I think the making love part got to him and he droppped it.
"Hey, let's get everyone off the roof." Jake announced. "And see if you can stall the ME for five minutes. I've got an expert of my own coming to take a look."
"You have an expert on teenage cannibals?" Parrish inquired.
"Five minutes, Parrish." Footsteps faded off the rooftop and Derek walked out into the light and stood over Sean's body, examining it. "Uh, I guess you've been there long enough to hear that we need to be quick about this. What did he call himself?"
"A wendigo." I answered, standing a couple yards away from the body with my arms across my chest, not wanting to relive the memories of the night.
"Cannabilistic shape-shifters." Derek said. "But I haven't heard of them in Beacon Hills for a long time. Must have been well-hidden." Derek turned around and looked around the rooftop with his eyebrows furrowed as he sniffed the air a couple of times. My heart began racing again as I knew he caught the scent of Liam. "How many people did you say were up here, Lily?"
"Just me, Scott, Sean and the axe murderer."
"There was someone else. Someone young. And male."
"You can smell his fear?" Jake questioned him.
"And his blood."
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I followed Stiles through the hallways of the school trying to catch up with Liam to explain to him what happened the other night. We cornered him in the lacrosse hallway.
"Liam!" Stiles yelled at him and Liam turned and started walking the other way but Scott stopped him.
"We need to talk." Scott said.
"No, you need to back the hell up." Liam snapped at him.
"Can you just listen for one second. Please?" Liam stared at him for a moment and finally nodded his approval. "Liam. . . we're brothers now." Stiles and I closed our eyes and sighed heavily.
"He didn't." I breathed.
"He did." Stiles answered.
"What?" Liam questioned him.
"Oh, God. That's. . ."
"What are you talking about? We just met and you bit me."
"The bite. . ." My eyes snapped open and I pointed my finger at Scott.
"Don't you dare." I growled. Scott looked at me for a moment debating on what to say.
"The bite. . ."
"Scott." I warned him.
"Is. . ."
"McCall."
"A gift."
"God, you are embarrassing yourself."
"Scott, stop." Stiles pleaded. "Please stop. You, you, we're trying to help you, you little runt."
"By kidnapping me?" Liam asked him. I looked at Scott and Stiles questioningly.
"You kidnapped him?" I asked. "Scott, I thought you were going to take him home."
"I did. I took him to my home." I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose.
"Just to clarify, Scott kidnapped you." Stiles said. "Okay? I aided and abetted."
"I had no part of it what so ever." I added, looking at Liam.
"You turned into a freaking wolf!" Liam accused me.
"I was trying to save you, you ungrateful little bitch!"
"Calla, please." Stiles said.
"Liam, Calla and I've been through this before." Scott said. "Something's happening to you. Something big."
"Nothing's happening to me." Liam said. "Nothing."
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"I'm not sharing my basement." Malia protested when we shared the idea of locking Liam in the basement of Lydia's boathouse on the full moon.
"Actually, it's my basement." Lydia reminded her. "And my mom noticed how you tore it up last time."
"All right, she's still learning." Stiles defended his girlfriend.
"But we're going to use the boathouse for Liam." Scott said. "It's got support beams. We can chain to one of them."
"But how do we get him out to the lake house if he doesn't trust us?" Kira asked.
"I say if it keeps him from murdering someone, we just chloroform the little bastard and throw him in the lake. "
"I'm in." Malia said.
"And I third that." I agreed. "That ungrateful little bitch."
"We're not killing or kidnapping him." Scott shot down the idea.
"Then let's be smarter." Lydia said. "We tell him there's a party and invite him."
"So you're going to ask out a freshman?" Stiles inquired.
"No, I'm done with teenage boys. But, if we're playing a trick on someone, we'll have to use the trickster." We all looked at Kira who cowered under the attention she was recieving.
"Who?" Kira questioned us. "Me? No way. Not me."
"Yes, you. You know what they call a female fox? A vixen. Be a vixen."
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"I just talked to Kira." Scott informed us as we stood outside of Lydia's lakehouse. "She's on her way. She said it's all going fine." We all stood in silence and looked at Stiles for him to tell Scott what we just learned about Liam.
"No, it's not that." Stiles said. "I have to tell you something. I asked around about Liam. I know why he got kicked out of his last school."
"This is going to be bad, isn't it?" Stiles pulled out his phone and flipped through his gallery to find the brutually beaten up car of Liam's former teacher.
"He kind of got into it with one of his teachers. And. . . the kid's got some serious anger issues."
"How serious?"
"Well, that's his teacher's car. After he took a crowbar to it."
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I leaned against the fireplace in Lydia's lakehouse with the others around me while we waited for Kira and Liam to get here. Headlights shoned through the front window and Kira's car pulled up and the lights shut off. My ears perked as the car doors opened and shut and footsteps sounded on the front porch. Liam opened the front door and as he stared in shock to see us, Kira closed the door behind me. Liam turned and glared at Kira.
"Sorry." She said and Liam turned back to us.
"What the hell is this?" Liam asked.
"Think of it like an intervention." Stiles said. "You have a problem, Liam."
"And we're the only ones that can help." Scott added.
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Liam stood in the center of the living room with his arms crossed over his chest as his mind tried to process what we just told him. He pointed to me and Scott.
"Werewolves?" He asked and we nodded. "Werecoyote." Malia nodded. "Banshee." Lydia raised her hand and Liam turned to Kira. "Fox?"
"Kitsune." Kira corrected him. "But fox works." Liam looked at Stiles.
"What are you?"
"Uh, for a little while, I was possessed by an evil spirit." Stiles explained. "It was very evil."
"What are you now?"
"Better. Um. . ." Liam looked at the cuffs on the coffee table.
"Are those for me?"
"No, they're for me." Malia said as she flashed her eletric blue eyes at Liam.
"How did you do that?"
"You'll learn." Scott said. "But first, you need to get through the full moon."
"The moon's already out." I listened as Liam's heartbeat increased and so did his breathing, like he trying to fight something off.
"And you're starting to feel something, aren't you?" I inquired.
"I feel like I'm surrounded by a bunch a psychotic nutjobs. You guys are out of your freaking minds. I don't know how you did that eye thing and I don't care. I'm walking out the door right now! If any of you try to stop me, I swear to God, I'm gonna. . ." His threat was cut off as he gripped his head and screamed out in agony. He started panting as he gripped his head tighter.
"What's wrong, Liam?" Scott questioned him.
"You don't hear that?" Scott and I perked our ears and picked up a high frequency of music as a car pulled up the driveway.
"Did you tell someone about this?" Lydia asked Liam.
"My friend Mason." Kids hooted as they got out of their cars. "You said it was a party."
"Who did Mason invite?" Stiles inquired.
"Everyone." Kira breathed, looking out the window. Liam doubled over in pain and his fingernails grew as he claws at the floor in pain.
"The floors!" Lydia cried out. "Get him off the floors!" Liam let out a roar as he eyes turned yellow.
"Kira, Scott, get him out of here." I ordered and they picked Liam off the ground and dragged him out the back of the house. My phone buzzed in my back pocket and I grabbed it and groaned when I saw Derek on the caller ID. I answered it. "Yes, Derek?"
"Lily, we need to talk." He said as Malia let out a roar in the background as she doubled over in pain. I turned to see her eyes glowing and her fangs growing. "What was that?"
"Now's not a good time, Derek."
"Lily. . ." I didn't wait for him to finish. I hung up.
"Get her down to the basement, Sty." He grabbed the bag of handcuffs and escorted Malia downstairs, leaving Lydia with me who was freaking out.
"What am I supposed to do with the hordes gathering outside the door?" Lydia questioned me.
"Lydia, who throws the best parties in Beacon Hills?"
"What? Me, obviously."
"Okay, then throw a party." She scoffed as I followed after Malia and Stiles.
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I stood in the dark basement biting my fingernails as Stiles handcuffed Malia. My head pounded and throbbed against the full moon's power but my mind raced with images and memories of Derek. I was able to anchor myself and that's what Malia and Liam needed to learn how to do that.
"You should be helping Kira and Scott and Liam." Stiles called over his shoulder at me.
"Scott's a true alpha and Kira's a kitsune." I reminded him. "I think they got it handled. I'm not leaving you alone with a crazed werecoyote on a full moon." Malia snarled at me. "Sorry, Malia, it's the truth."
"Too tight?" Stiles asked Malia.
"Tighter." Malia growled at him. "You could leave if you want."
"I'm not going anywhere. And to be honest, I'm probably safer down here than a party with fifty freshman and a very pissed off Lydia."
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Malia snarling in the corner was driving me up the wall, on top of listening to the pounding loud music from upstairs. She wasn't even trying to fight it, she was just giving up. She was just giving herself up to the power of the full moon.
"Stiles, please go." Malia pleaded.
"It's okay." Stiles said, nonchantlatly. "I hate parties. It's a social anxiety thing. You ever had a panic attack?"
"I having one now! Ah!"
"Just breathe, okay. I'm not going to leave you."
"What if I hurt you?"
"You're not going to."
"But I want to. Uh! I look at your face and I want to slash at it. I want to tear at it. I want to feel your bones crack between my hands."
"Wow, she gets the same feeling I do." I chuckled lightly and Stiles looked over his shoulder at me.
"You're not helping, Calla." Stiles said.
"Sorry, I blame the full moon." Stiles returned his attention back to Malia.
"Surprisingly enough, you're not the first person to ever say something like that. You heard Calla. She has the same feelings. Which I hope is just the full moon talking."
"It is." I assured him as Malia growled at him.
"I'm not leaving you. And I'm not going to let you hurt anyone."
"You're not going to have a choice."
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Malia's snarls intensified as the full moon continued to shine bright through the basement window. My sensitive hearing picked up the tearing of the leather cuffs and I was on my feet instantly. I rushed forward and pushed Stiles back away from Malia as she tore through one of her cuffs and lunged at him. I stood between my best friend and Malia as she continued to let the full moon take advantage of her. I growled at her and gave in just a little to the full moon, pushing my alpha power over her. My eyes shined bright, blood red meeting eletric blue.
"Stop it." I snapped at her and she stood still, glaring at me and growling. "You cannot keep letting yourself go to the full moon. You're not even fighting it, Malia. You going to get someone killed if you keep this up. You're going to get Stiles killed. Do you want that?" She snarled at me as she pulled against her other cuff.
"How do you do it?" She barked at me.
"Derek." She stared at me for an explanation. "He's my anchor. I think about him and everything else doesn't matter. The full moon doesn't matter. Because the way he makes me feel overpowers the full moon's power. You need to find an anchor. Find something that's meaningful. Something that's worth fighting for." Stiles walked up behind and gently placed his hand on my shoulder to let me know that he got it handled. He walked past me and walked a couple steps towards Malia who was still tugging at her chains. I tensed up ready to save my best friend if anything went wrong.
"I'm not going to run." Stiles informed her. "Because I don't think you're going to hurt me. And I think that maybe you're so afraid of hurting me because of what you did to your family. I know what that's like, Malia. I remember everything I did. And the worst part is I remember liking it. Because I felt powerful. I felt fearless. And most of all, in control. But when I came through it, I learned something else. . . control is overrated." Stiles was now so close to Malia, she could rip off his face if she wanted to. He began to unlock the cuff from her wrist.
"Stiles."
"It's okay, Calla." As soon as the cuff was off her wrist, she lunged at Stiles but before I could step in, she stopped fighting him. She inhaled deeply and her nails shorten. She looked at Stiles, her brown eyes showing and her fangs gone. I exhaled sharply in relief. Stiles brushed her hair out of her face as she gazed up at him. "You did it." She laughed in relief and threw her arms around Stiles. I doubled over in pain and let out a roar. "Calla, what's wrong?" I whimpered in pain but it wasn't from the full moon. "Calla?"
"Derek." I breathed. "Something's wrong with Derek."
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I raced through the woods, my paws pounding through the muds and leaves. I gave myself up to the full moon and I welcomed the power that it gave me. I ran to the front doors of the high school and shifted, bursting through the doors to see Derek, Jake and Stiles' dad standing over the man I saw on the rooftop of the hospital. Except that his body was pretty much torn to shreds. I ignored the issue and ran over to Derek, my nails still long and my alpha eyes and fangs still showing. I grabbed Derek's hands as I gazed up at him.
"Are you okay?" I breathed, out of breath.
"Of course, Lily." He said.
"Callana, your eyes are still. . . you know." Jake said and I looked over at him.
"I don't know if you noticed, Dad, but it's a full moon so they're going to be. . . you know." I snapped, a little too harshly.
"Lily." Derek whispered to me and he cupped my cheek into his hand. I closed my eyes and inhaled his aroma, feeling it wash through and I melted away. The power of the moon left me and I was just left feeling the power of Derek's presence. I finally pulled away from him and looked down at the body.
"Did you do this?"
"Peter." I looked at him in disbelief.
"And he is where now?"
"Gone." I turned to my father.
"So what are you going to do now?"
"I don't know, Callana." He sighed. "You guys make it very hard to do my job sometimes." I smiled weakly at him.
"Sorry, Daddy."