The boys and I hopped into my brother's Jeep and made our way over to the station to go help the girl's out.

When we arrived, we all rushed into the station and rushed into the second door to see absolute madness. Blood spattered everywhere, deputies on the ground and broken glass.

I turned to see Scott running over to my dad who was being lifted up by the Deputy –I think her name was Valerie Clark – and my eyes bulged.

I ran over to him and reached for his arm, gripping it firmly.

"Dad!" I retorted. "Dad, are you okay?"

He nodded his head, but not without wincing in pain. I frowned and turned around to see my brother's figure standing motionless.

I went over to his side to see the thing I was never expecting to see in a million years…Lydia on the ground, writhing in immense pain.

I gasped, covering my mouth as I watched, as the blood Kira had been trying to stop, dripping off her fingers. I ran over to Lydia's side.

"Oh, god, Lydia!" I cried out in agony.

Theo suddenly appeared and pulled his belt out.

This is not the time to strip, you ass! I thought to myself.

When he reached us, he pushed me to the side. I narrowed my eyes at him, clenching my fists together.

How dare he?

But my inner anger was silenced when he began draping the belt around her and closing it, holding the wound together and stopping the blood from flowing.

I lifted my head, staring at my brother whose eyes were welling up in tears, in complete sorrow yet his shocked expression didn't make it seem so. He was freaking out. He was freaking out at the fact that not only is his friend lying on the ground dying, but that his first crush, his first love could be dying as well.

He was devastated.

Ms. Martin appeared and gasped in terror as she saw her daughter on the ground, bleeding out.

"Oh, god!" She sobbed, losing her balance and holding onto my brother before running over to Lydia's side.

I could hear Kira weeping and sniveling next to Theo who was holding the belt tightly and whispering something things to himself as he stared down at Lydia.

Mrs. Martin was whimpering so hard, yet as quietly as she caressed Lydia's clammy head.

"Stiles!" I heard Scott call out for my brother.

I darted my head towards my brother who still had the same expression on, ignoring him.

"Stiles!" Scott called out again, this time catching his attention. "Stiles come on,"

Stile turned back to Lydia, his eyes in pain and longing.

Even in the midst of almost dying, Lydia managed to smile at him.

"It's okay. She's alright," Theo murmured to him.

I glared at him.

She's not alright! She's bleeding to death you idiot!

"Tracy," Lydia said breathlessly. Stiles shook his head. "Stiles, I'm fine. Help Tracy."

"Stiles," I muttered to him, nodding my head.

"Come on, Stiles," I heard dad call for him.

"Go!" Lydia managed to shout out.

Stiles contemplated for a second before walking away and helping my dad head over to the basement,

I turned back to Lydia.

"What happened?"

"I-I was trying to fight off Tracy and she slit through Lydia's skin with her tail." Kira replied, her voice cracked from crying.

"Her tail?" I questioned in shock.

So she was a Kanima/Werewolf?

I stared down at Lydia, rubbing her hand soothingly.

"Seriously, I'll be fine." She croaked.

I smiled slightly and rubbed her stomach, but getting in contact with Theo's cold skin. I tilted my head over to him to see him staring back at me.

"Where's Malia?" I asked.

"In the basement, trying to help Tracy," Kira replied.

"This is insane," Lydia's mom cried out.

As if on cue, a bunch of EMT's waltzed into the station with heavy equipment and pulled out a stretcher, lifting Lydia off the ground and stretching her out.

"Where's the parent?" One of the EMT's asked.

"Here," Ms. Martin answered and followed them out.

… …

We made it to the hospital right after the ambulance did and waited for the news on Lydia.

"Stiles," Melissa called out as she entered the room.

"How bad is it?" He asked.

"Could have been worse," She sighed and then went over to Theo. "Theo, nice going on that tourniquet. You probably saved her life." She added as she turned to all of us and just in time as Scott and Liam entered the room.

I moved my eyes over to Theo, staring at him warily.

What was his deal? Did he have an agenda or did he genuinely want to save Lydia?

"All right," Melissa began. "She's about to go into surgery. So it's going to take a while." She stated.

I sighed.

"Any other supernatural details that I need to know about or do we just stich her up and hope for the best?" She asked.

"It was the tail," Kira replied, her eyes all puffy.

"Yeah, Tracy cut her with the tail, if that makes a difference." I added.

"Okay," She heaved a sigh before walking away.

I turned to my brother in nervousness.

"But it wasn't just Trace. There were the others," Malia pointed out. "The guys in the masks,"

Scott and Stiles gave each other a distinct look.

Wait! Didn't they believe her? What?

… …

The next day was rough. We all had to spend the day stressing about what happened yesterday, who these so called 'guys in masks' –please let it not be an Oni, Berserker repeat – and thinking about Lydia.

"If 99.9% of our DNA sequence is the same as other humans, what could account for the missing 0.1% difference?" She asked the class. "Theo?"

"Um…nucleotides," He replied.

I rolled my eyes.

"That's right." She replied. "Yes, Kira?"

"Can there be more than one species in the same DNA?" She asked.

That's a good question. I wanted to know too.

"No, but there can be multiple sets of DNA in the same individual. We call that a chimera." She replied. "Anyone know where that term comes from?"

Sydney raised her hand.

"Sydney?"

"Greek mythology. It's a lion with a goat coming out of its back and a tail that ends in the head of a snake." She replied. I remember vaguely seeing that before.

Oh! Right! The card Tracy's dad gave to her.

"That's right, Sydney," Ms. Finch said. "Do you want to read us the full Wikipedia entry off your phone?"

Sydney shied away.

"But that does get us into the next topic of mutation. As you know from the reading, DNA is a fragile molecule." The teacher breathed. "Isn't it, Scott?"

Scott drew his eyes from the sheet he was writing on and stared at the teacher with confused eyes.

"Or did you miss last night's assigned reading?" She posed.

"Kind of," He answered nervously.

"Kind of or yes?" Mrs. Finch questioned in irritation.

"Mostly yes," Scott replied in defeat.

"Well, then thank you for another helpful transition in topic." She stated.

Whoa! How rude!

I immediately felt bad for Scott. He wasn't having it well in this class.

"Drop forms," She called out, pulling stacks of paper off her desk and handing some out to people. "All those now acutely aware that they do not belong in this class, you should fill one out, the rest will be on my desk…"

The bell erupted almost immediately and we all packed up and headed for our next period.

Scott, Kira and I had a free period so we took that as a chance to head to the library to gather information.

Stiles and Malia came heading our way.

"Did you get in to see Lydia?" Scott asked.

"No. I tried using my free period but she's still in the ICU and no one outside family is allowed in." Stiles replied.

"We got one thing," Malia replied, placing the Bestiary on the desk.

"Anything in here about half-werewolves, half-Kanimas?" Kira and I asked in unison.

"Chimera…" Scott murmured.

Stiles frowned. "Uh, what?"

"Chimera. It's a creature made of incongruous parts," He told us and turned to the book. "And if Liam said he found two burial sites, it means Tracy's not the only one."

"Who's the second Chimera?" I asked.

"And why would they bury them?" Stiles asked.

"Deaton thinks it's part of their process," Scott said.

"People in masks," Malia sighed.

I sighed.

Are we seriously going to fight for our lives again?

… …

Stiles dropped me off at the hospital so that I could visit Lydia whilst he and Malia read through the bestiary, trying to figure out more about these 'Chimeras'.

I made my way over to her room to see Deputy Parrish laughing at something she said and exiting the door.

I frowned. What was he doing here?

"Hey, Parrish!" I greeted.

"Hi, Stella," He smiled at me. "You're here to see Lydia? Don't worry about the nurses, I'll cover for you."

I smiled at him as he walked away. I entered the room to see Lydia watching something on TV.

"And the Banshee awakens," I laughed as I shut the door. She turned to me and smiled.

"You shouldn't be here," She told me.

"Oh, I know but Parrish said he'll cover for me," I told her. "By the way, when did you two become BFFS? Or is it something more?"

She rolled her eyes. "He was just asking me questions…"

"Was he here the whole day?" I questioned.

It was 21:00.

"Yeah, we kinda just talked afterward." She told me. I nodded my head as I took a seat next to her.

"So this room seems cozy," I stated as I scanned around the small, medically dominated room. She laughed.

"Yeah, the food isn't that appealing either," She said, virtually gagging. "You guys find anything?"

I sighed and shook my head.

"The others are doing all they can. Stiles and Malia are uncovering information from the bestiary, whilst Scott and Kira are trying to find something on something called…uh Chimera?" I told her.

"Right, a creature with inconclusive DNA," She replied. "Why didn't I think of that?"

I sighed. "Apparently Tracy was one of them."

She turned to me, her eyes filled with confusion.

"Was?" She asked.

"Tracy's dead…" I informed her.

Shock couldn't even explain her expression. I knew how much she wanted to help Tracy out with her problem. I think she's making up for not being able to help before…not being able to help Allison.

"Hey," I called out, reaching for her hand. She turned to me. "There was nothing you could've done, nothing any of us could. Don't think it's your fault because it's not."

She gave me a small smile, but I knew deep down she felt guilty about Tracy's death.

"How are you feeling?" I asked, changing the subject.

"A little sore, but I think it's sufficed to say I'll be fine by tomorrow." She told me. I smiled back.

The door was immediately unfurled and the nurse entered the room.

I sighed.

I guess that's my cue.

"See you soon," I said to Lydia –who nodded her head – before hopping off the seat and making my way out of the room without being shouted at by the nurse.

I guess my innocent face has its perks.

As I shut the door, I caught Theo sitting by the waiting chair. I rolled my eyes and decided to make my way past him. He immediately stood up when he saw me.

"Wait, Stella!" He called out. I sighed, turning my body reluctantly to face him. "How is she doing?"

"She's fine," I said gruffly.

He nodded his head, pursing his lips together.

"How are you doing?" He asked in concern.

I narrowed my eyes at him slightly.

"What is your deal Theo Raeken?" I questioned. He frowned back.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, 'What is you deal'?" I asked again. "I talked to you yesterday, about how I don't trust you. Next thing you do is save Lydia's life, making yourself seem like this 'good heroic guy'! What's your agenda?" I prosecuted.

"Didn't you ever stop to think that maybe I am the good guy?" Theo questioned aggressively. I flinched. "And I didn't save Lydia for you, but if you think that low of me the least you could do is thank me for it."

I stared at his perfectly sculptured body, and then moved my eyes over to his lips watching as they pressed together in a thin line before drifting my eyes finally over to his blue eyes, as they pierced into my soul.

"Thank you," I replied to him, my voice teasing.

He scoffed and then walked away. I grabbed his arm, pulling him back. He glared at me.

"Seriously, thank you. If it wasn't for you…Lydia wouldn't have been alive." I told him, this time with no mocking tone in my voice.

He slowly nodded his head, and curving his lips into a slight smile which made my heart jump.

What the hell?

"Want me to give you a ride home?" He suggested. I frowned at him warily. "Oh come on, can you trust me with your life this one time?"

I giggled.

I never giggle over a guy!

"Um…yeah sure, I don't have cash for the bus anyway." I told him. He smiled as he and I left the hospital.

As we reached the parking lot, the wind blew past me and I shivered.

"Oh, here," He stated, shrugging his jacket off –I couldn't help but look at the corner of my eyes at his muscles flexing from his shirt as he pulled the jacket off. He draped it around my shoulders.

It was a cliché move but I was cold so what the heck!

I smiled and we entered his car.

Every time I spend time with Theo, every time I watch him do things unimaginable to prove his worth for the pack, I begin to trust his presence.

I was probably going to regret it later but…

In all of those instances…I begin to like him even more.

… …

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