Chapter 4: Shape Shifted part 2
Lydia went off to find Jackson after school. The two of them hadn't been together since the night of the Formal and Lydia wanted to talk to him about what happened. She had been seeing him around all day but it never seemed like the right time. After school she found Jackson putting his books away and went over to him.
"Jackson," she said as he was putting one of his textbooks away. He wasn't saying anything so she just kept going. "Um, I heard that you were there for me at the hospital that night. I didn't get to see you when I woke up…and we haven't really talked since…that night and-" She then narrowed her eyes. "Jackson could you please look at me for half a second?" she said a little pointedly as Jackson just kept his gaze at his locker. Jackson just let out a frustrated sigh and then closed his locker. "They said that if you hadn't found me and carried me back then I would've died. So I just…I wanted to say thank you."
Jackson just let out a small smirk. "Lydia, we're not getting back together."
"What?" Lydia said raising her head a bit.
"And just because I kept you from bleeding out on the field once, don't expect me to come running every time you start screaming."
Lydia let loose some of the nerves she was feeling and was starting to get mad. "I never said-"
"I'm not responsible for you," he cut in. "Okay? But…I will give you one piece of advice: If I were you I would stay home tonight."
He started to walk off but Lydia let her gaze follow him. She went from being angry to confused. "What does that mean? What's tonight?"
He stopped in his tracks but didn't look at her. "It's a full moon," he said simply.
He smiled a bit at that before he took off again leaving Lydia to stare after him completely bewildered on what he meant.
Scott ran out of the school, trying to catch up to the Sheriff and Isaac but by the time he got outside he was too late. Isaac was already in the back of his car and they were driving off for the station. Scott was about to head back inside when Derek's Camaro pulled up.
"Get in," Derek told him.
"Are you serious?" he said angrily pointing out in the direction that they just drove off at. "You did that. That is your fault."
"I know that," Derek said impatiently. "Now, get in the car and help me."
"No," Scott said stepping forward. "I have a better idea. I'm going to call a lawyer. Because a lawyer will have a better chance of getting him out before the moon goes up."
"Not when they do a real search of the house," Derek countered.
"What do you mean?"
"Look, whatever it was that Jackson said to the cops, what's in his house is worse. A lot worse."
Derek opened the door and Scott just let out a frustrated sigh and then got in.
Gerard was in the living room of the Argent Household when his son Chris came down the stairs and went straight to him.
"I'm not interested in whether they locked up a sixteen year old kid," Gerard started when he came in. "I'm worried what's going to happen to that sixteen year old when the full moon hits its peak tonight." He then reached into a metal case and took out some pills and shove them into his mouth. "Do we have proof?"
"Nothing concrete," answered Chris. "Is the next step killing him?"
"The next step is eliminating the threat. Before it eliminates us. I would've thought that the injuries sustained by two fellow associates that you've worked alongside for years would've hardened your resolve."
"Those men were acting without orders to kill an innocent boy," Chris argued.
"Innocent? He scarred their faces in a permanent manner and gave significant injury to one's leg and the other's dominant arm."
"After attacking him unprovoked and trying to kill him in the woods," Chris quickly pointed out.
"They were doing what they were supposed to be doing," Gerard spoke out.
Chris then narrowed his eyes. "You ordered the attack, didn't you?"
Gerard chewed harder on the pills he currently had in his mouth. "Of course I did. That 'boy' is a threat. Given the trouble he has caused for your own family, I would've thought you would've seen to removing that threat as soon as possible."
"There was never a sign of him showing physical hostility before. The attack you ordered was the first that I can see and they tried to kill him first. Despite that, he didn't kill them and he clearly was in the position to."
"No, he just destroyed their lives. They most likely will never be able to hunt again. Those men right now are laying in sick beds probably wishing for death. It would've been preferable than to spend the rest of their lives slowly wasting away." Gerard then closed his pill case as he downed the rest of his medication.
Gerard glared from the case to his father. "The situation is more complicated than that."
"Why? Because of his father? He doesn't know about us, correct?"
"No. It seems that he's completely in the dark, for now."
"Yes. Which is why we have to handle this current situation with Lahey quickly. This actually has a lost life attached to it already. Do we have proof?"
Chris' jaw tightened. "I might not have been in history class for a while but I'm pretty sure that straight up genocide hasn't worked out too often."
"Do we have proof or not?" he asked more pointedly.
Allison was in the hallway and stood there as she listened to her dad and grandfather.
"Not irrefutable," said Chris. But then he sighed. "But not insignificant. The driver's side of Lahey's car was pried off."
"Pried off?"
"Ripped off," Chris corrected himself.
Gerard's eyes then went into the hall where he noticed Allison. He then coughed to signal for Chris to turn around. He saw her standing there and went to shut the glass doors into the room which were soundproof. It didn't matter. Allison had heard and seen enough.
Allison waited off down the hall for a while until the doors opened. She went to go and see her father when she nearly bumped into a guy in a deputy's outfit. "Sorry," she said moving aside to let him pass.
"Allison!" her father called out.
"Come in. We'd like to talk to you," Gerard added in.
She smiled and shook her head. "I'm actually supposed to study with Lydia. I don't really have time to chat."
"Actually, that's what we want to talk to you about sweetheart," her dad said before he gestured for her to join them.
Stiles stomped off from the front of the school in a real fit. Now that Gerard was the principal, it seemed to light a fire for Harris to have his petty revenge on Stiles for foiling his plans during his previous detention. He kept him for more than three hours in detention. He also had his phone with him so he couldn't check in with Scott. He turned it back on and immediately, he got a call. He thought it was Scott but Stiles saw that it was Allison calling him. He cancelled her call.
"Yeah," he muttered out angrily. "Don't need that right now."
No doubt Allison was calling to ask about Scott. If Scott wasn't answering her calls then he was obviously busy. Importantly busy if he didn't stop to check in with her and he wouldn't jeopardize that. Stiles had to get to the station quickly and see to trying to help Isaac and keep him from hurting people. He could feel the full moon's power even now and it wasn't fully at its peak yet.
Before he could drive off, he got a text alert. It was from Allison. He pushed to erase it without moving to open it. He didn't have time to deal with Allison and Scott's relationship drama right now. He pulled out of the school parking lot and drove for the station as fast as he could. With how fast that the hunters responded to Lydia leaving the hospital, they would respond maybe even faster to Isaac's arrest, especially with Gerard as the school's principal who no doubt knew all the circumstances already.
Allison was in her room and looked at her phone when the tone went silent. Stiles had cancelled her call. Part of her could understand why he was acting like this but the other part felt that he couldn't pick a worse time. Her dad and grandfather had grilled her about Lydia and the night she was bitten by Peter and how she seemed to be acting. Allison simply told them that she seemed to be normal and didn't seem to remember much about that night or about the time when she left the hospital. When she told them that, they let her go and told her to just keep a watchful eye on her from now on.
Then there was that man. The one dressed like a deputy. They had to be trying to go for Isaac Lahey, who was arrested. Scott had told her before the end of school that he was now a werewolf and he was a suspect for his dad's murder. They were most likely going to try and kill him. Allison sent a quick text to Stiles about the imposter deputy before she got dressed and reached for her bow.
Matt was currently outside of Jackson's house with the camera that he asked for. Jackson came out a few moments later with a hundred dollars ready and waiting for him in his hand.
Matt looked at the money but didn't take it. "I'm starting to feel a little weird about this."
"No, no, no," Jackson said before taking the money and jamming it into Matt's pocket. "What you're feeling is a hundred dollars richer. Give me the camera and go buy yourself a fancy lens, light meter or whatever you photography geeks get hard on."
Matt narrowed his eyes. "This…doesn't have anything to do with Allison, does it?" Jackson gave him a look. "I saw you two at the dance the other night," he started to explain. "I kind of figured that you two were…you know, together."
Jackson chuckled. "Ah, you have a little thing for Allison man? A little crush?"
Matt just smiled. "No."
"You think I'm going to waste my time by doing something as unbelievably ordinary as making a sex tape?"
Matt's shoulders and head loosened up a bit. "Then, what are you doing?"
"Documenting history," he said a bit smug. Then his face and tone went harder. "My history. And I want to be able to see it happening. All of it." Jackson then went and grabbed the equipment from Matt. "You'll get it back tomorrow."
Matt gave Jackson a look before he headed back into his house. Matt then started to head back for his car when he saw what looked like a flashlight shining across the street. He briefly wondered what that was about before he just shrugged and continued off on his way.
The light was from Scott who was sneaking into Isaac's house with Derek. They got inside and Scott shined the flashlight to look about the empty house.
"If Isaac didn't kill his father then who did?" he asked Derek.
"I don't know yet," he answered.
"How do you know that he's telling the truth?"
"Because I trust my senses. And it's a combination of them. Not just hearing for his heartbeat or even my sense of smell," he added a little pointedly.
Scott spared him a look. "You saw the lacrosse field today," he said a little sheepishly.
"Yeah."
Scott exhaled. "Did it look that bad?"
"Yeah," he said before grabbing him. "I would've thought that Stiles comments to you would've told you that already."
"It was his idea," he said trying to defend himself.
"Shocking," Derek said before they reached a closed door. "There's more to your senses then just enhanced smell and hearing. You want to learn the rest?" He then opened it for Scott to see that it led to the basement. "Start now."
"What's down there?"
"Motive."
Scott and Derek then started to move down the steps slowly. Scott didn't know why but he was feeling an uncomfortable feeling start to hit his skin. It seemed to be coming from a freezer that was against a corner of the basement. Scott saw what seemed to be marks on the ground that were leading in the direction of it. He examined them closely for a moment before he ran his fingers across them. They were fingernail marks. Made by human fingernails, not wolf claws. Scott then saw that the freezer had a lock on it and he went and took it off before he opened the lid. He shined his light to see the inside's surface. More marks. Scratch marks. And they were everywhere. All from Isaac.
Scott got it now. "This is it. This is why he said yes to you."
"Everyone wants power," Derek explained.
Scott narrowed his eyes. "If we help you then you have to stop. You can't just go around turning people into werewolves."
"I can if they're willing," Derek said not skipping a beat.
"Did you tell Isaac about the Argents? About being hunted?" he spat at him.
Derek nodded. "Yes. And he still asked."
"Then he's an idiot," he said angrily.
"And you're the idiot dating Argent's daughter!" Derek shouted back. Scott froze at that and Derek nodded. "Yeah, I know your little secret. And if I know, how long do you think it'll take them to find out? Especially when they are no doubt watching Stiles."
"What?"
"Do you really think that Gerard doesn't know about him? Or even about you? Did you think that he came to Beacon Hills simply for Kate's funeral? Just because you seem to trust Allison that doesn't mean that she will keep you safe. I would've thought that the attack on Stiles in the woods would've been proof enough. You saw what happens to an Omega Scott. With me, you learn how to use all of your senses. With me, you learn control." He then took Scott's hand and showed him that he was already starting to lose control and shift. "Even on the full moon."
Scott snatched his hand back. "If I'm with you then I lose her."
Derek scoffed. "You're going to lose her anyway." He then slammed the freezer door shut. "You know that." He then walked away in spite of the glare that Scott was shooting him.
"Wait!" Scott called out making him stop in his tracks. "I'm not part of your pack, but I want him out. He's my responsibility too."
"Why? Because he's one of us?"
Scott glared at him. "Because he's innocent."
In Jackson's room, he had the video equipment all set up. He angled it to capture the whole segment of his bed and tested its low light resolution to find that it was perfect. He checked himself in the mirror, excited to see how being a werewolf would better him even more than he already was. He looked down at his hands, already imagining the claws at the end. He'd seen the claws from Scott, Stiles and Derek's hands and tried to picture them at the ends of his own. He was liking the mental image. He let out a playful growl as the next time that he did one wouldn't be pretend. He threw himself into bed and let out a deep breath. He then turned off the lamp and let sleep take him until the moon woke him up again as Beacon Hills new star werewolf.
The hunter dressed as a deputy was on his way to the sheriff's station. The place wouldn't be too packed at this time so he shouldn't have too much trouble moving about and wouldn't be found out too fast. At least not before he neutralized the threat. There was suddenly a popping sound. It seemed close. He wondered what it was before he heard it again. Like something had hit the car. He stopped his car and got out to see that there were arrows in two of his tires. He wondered what they were doing there before another one went and dived itself into his leg.
Allison had lied in wait to intercept the guy on the way to the sheriff's station. She got his tires and then quickly shot the arrow in his leg to help delay the guy. Hopefully, the smell of his blood would be a tip-off for Scott and Stiles.
The hunter started to look for the shooter and she ducked out of sight and went to head off for home when she got a call on her phone. It was Scott.
"Scott, hey I'm glad you called. There's something I have to tell you."
"Allison," Scott said in a pained tone. "I need your help."
Her face fell. "What? What's wrong?"
Allison quickly got to Isaac's house and then headed for the basement like Scott told her too. She then found him on the floor, head down and was panting. She quickly went over to him.
"Scott?" she said as she dropped the bag of chains that he asked her to pick up from his locker at school. She opened it and started to pull the chain out. "Are you sure we have to do this?"
Scott then raised his head to face Allison. His fangs were out and his eyes were flickering between his normal brown and beta gold. "Yes." Stiles was right. He needed to be restrained. He wasn't in control as he thought he was.
"But, where?" Allison asked.
Scott then looked off to the side and Allison followed his gaze, right to the freezer. He walked over to it and Allison helped him in. He settled himself but could see that she wasn't moving to close the cover.
"Please," he whispered. "I don't want to hurt you," he begged.
Allison touched the door but didn't move to close it. Instead she reached down and went to give Scott a heartfelt kiss. When they separated, she gave him a soft peck on his forehead before standing up straight. Scott made himself lie down on the bottom of the freezer and nodded. Allison reached up and slowly closed the door. Allison put the lock on and wrapped the chains around the freezer in order to seal the door.
"It's done," she called out to him.
"Go," Scott said from inside. He could already feel himself turning more.
"But," Allison started to argue.
"Just go!" Scott cried out. He didn't want Allison to see or hear him like this. Not like a wild animal.
Allison went upstairs and gripped a chair in the kitchen as she heard Scott's howls and the pounding of the freezer from down below. She tried to block it out as well as the sudden need to cry. She covered her mouth to keep the whimpers from exiting her mouth so that they wouldn't be heard by Scott and make it worse. She was like that until she heard a new sound. It seemed like hissing. She turned around as she saw a dark shape in the room next to her. It let out a kind of high pitch snarl at her. Allison screamed in horror.
A scream that was heard by Scott. He could smell Allison's fear and that made him hit harder against the freezer door as he screamed her name.
At the sheriff's station, Isaac was in a holding cell but even that wasn't blocking out the power of the full moon from him.
Stiles pulled up to the side of the station and parked the jeep. He didn't know what it was but something inside him was telling him that Isaac was in pain. He couldn't smell his emotions but he still knew he was in pain. There was then a knock at the opposite door's windshield which startled him. He looked to see Derek's face look inside and Stiles unlocked it so Derek could get in.
"You made it," Stiles slurred out at him.
"Why are you here?" Derek asked.
"Why do you think?" Stiles said gesturing to the direction of the station.
Derek shook his head. "No, I know what you're here for. I just don't know why? Why do you care about Isaac? You said that you didn't want to be in my pack."
"And I meant it. Still do. But this isn't about that. This is about Isaac."
Derek narrowed his eyes. "What about Isaac matters to you? He isn't a friend of yours and you're not in the pack. So, why do you care?"
Stiles just looked at him. "Because he's an innocent. No more or less than Scott and I are."
"How do you know that?"
Stiles looked to his hands that were gripping the steering wheel. "I don't know how I know. I just…do. He didn't kill his father and he doesn't deserve to be locked up or chopped up because of it."
Derek just stared after him. Stiles' answer was similar to Scott's. They acknowledged that they weren't in his pack and yet they wanted to help a member of his pack because he was innocent. That was it. To Derek, that didn't make any sense. They claimed that there was no feeling of attachment to them other than the fact that they knew Isaac needed help and felt that he should have theirs. Again, he wondered why they both were so keen on rejecting him when it was clear that they seemed to want to be on the same side. Then there was also the fact that Stiles seemed to be delving more into his instincts, even if he didn't seem to be realizing it. He saw Stiles on the field too, calmly evaluating each player. True, he was slow in fingering Isaac, but he did it without having to blindly rush and lash out like Scott had done. Derek took a moment to lament that he couldn't have either of them with him.
Stiles kept going. "Besides, Argent keeps mouthing off about 'the code'. How they don't kill a werewolf unless they have killed someone first. Yet, from what I see, they seem to hate innocent werewolves more than guilty ones. They just love trying to make any one they find try to break and snap so that they could cut them in half. Now they have one where they don't have to bother tormenting to try and give them an excuse. It looks like he's guilty and to them I'm sure that's good enough. They are sure to show up here any minute for him."
"Didn't Scott tell you that they're not going by the code anymore? It doesn't matter if Isaac killed his father or not to them. You do know what Gerard did to that Omega?"
Stiles nodded. "Yeah, I know."
"And I know about you getting attacked by those hunters. They didn't care that you were innocent when they hunted you in the woods. I'm sure that they were glad the code is gone and not holding them back anymore."
Stiles let an angry puff of air loose from his nose. "I know and I made sure that they answered for that."
"You let them go," Derek pointed out.
Stiles turned to glare at him. "No, I made sure that they would never break the code again."
"By scratching them a little and giving them a few bumps and bruises?" Derek asked cynically.
"By making sure they can't hunt in this town ever again," Stiles said in a low voice.
Derek could feel the rage and satisfaction leaking from Stiles as he said that. "Are you alright? The full moon must be having some effect on you."
"I'm not worrying too much about that now. My mind's too much on this to be worrying about that. I have the rest of the night after doing this to deal with it."
"That so?" he asked a little impressed. Stiles' focus seemed to be anchoring him against the full moon's pull. The fact that he could do that on his own without an Alpha's aid was impressive but it could only go so far. Stiles may be a natural at control but he was still young and somewhat new. Grounding himself this way wouldn't last long. "Still, it must be hard."
"I'm handling it." He left it at that as he surveyed the station and caught one of his dad's deputies by the window. "Okay, the keys to every cell are in a password protected lock box in my father's office. I know the password." Derek gave him a look to which Stiles shrugged at. "The real trick is getting passed the front desk."
Derek looked over to the window at the female deputy. "I'll distract her."
"Whoa," Stiles said grabbing him before he could leave. "You can't go in there." Derek looked down at the hand that Stiles had on his shoulder. "Taking my hand off."
"I was fully exonerated, remember?"
Of course Stiles remembered. He was the one that helped him get exonerated. "Yeah, but you still have history of being a person of interest."
"An innocent person."
Stiles smirked at him. "Not as much as you think," he snorted out.
Derek just stared back at him a bit hard faced. "I'll just go in there and distract her. Then you go in there and get the keys."
"Distract her? How, by punching her in the face?"
"By talking to her," he said simply. "I'm sure that I'll get her full attention."
Stiles could pick up some smugness and confidence leaking from Derek on that. "Oh? Okay, then Casanova, what are you going to open with?" Derek seemed to be thinking on exactly what but Stiles took that as a sign that he was stalling. "Dead silence. Yeah, that should work beautifully. Got any other ideas?"
"I'm thinking about punching you in the face," Derek said calmly.
Stiles narrowed his eyes at him.
Derek entered the police station and made his way to the front desk. The deputy slowly walked over from one of the offices to him.
"Good evening, how could I help?" she started asking until she looked up and caught his face. "You," she finished.
Derek smiled at her. "Hi."
"Hi."
Stiles was peeking through the open door. He could smell the scent of primal attraction coming from the deputy and that just made him roll his eyes and shake his head. And Derek's sweet talk and flirting made him want to gag. But he pushed it down and quietly but quickly made his way passed them and go for his father's office. He got in and ran for the lock box. He entered the password into it and then opened it to find that the box was empty. Someone had taken the keys already. His ears twitched when he caught the sound of jingling metal. It was close which means that whoever it was that opened the box just did it. He took off towards the sound and heard that they were heading for the cells. He doubled around so that he could make it sound like he was just wandering around looking for his dad. He slowed for a second when he started to smell some blood. Was that from Isaac? Was he hurting himself?
He then came around the corner and made a show of almost bumping into the guy. "Oh, uh, sorry. I'm just looking for-" But he stopped there when he caught the guy's face. "Who are you?" Stiles asked him. He knew all of his dad's deputies and this guy was not one of them. He then looked down to see that the scent of blood he picked up was coming from him.
The guy then grabbed for Stiles. In his hand was a syringe and Stiles could faintly smell a flowery scent from it. One that was familiar. Wolfsbane. Stiles fought against his hold and the hunter went and rammed them into a wall to try and help knock Stiles out. His head collided with the wall but that just made Stiles eyes burn gold in anger. Stiles hand was holding back the syringe as the hunter tried to jam it into his throat. Stiles' other arm waved around avoiding the grip from the hunter's other arm and Stiles thrust it down to make his claws appear. He then brought it up behind him and gripped the forehead just above the hunter's left eye. He jammed his claws in and then ran them down until they came halfway down the guy's cheek. He gave a yelp as he let Stiles go and gripped his face in pain as the deep scratches he gave him started to bleed.
Stiles ran off for the cells but saw that the holding cell that Isaac was in was open and empty. Stiles heard the click of a gun and quickly ducked to avoid the shot that narrowly missed his head. The hunter was quickly limping into the room after him with his gun raised and Stiles growled at him. Yet before either could make a move a shape came out of nowhere and rammed into the hunter. It was Isaac and his face was fully shifted. His gun dropped as Isaac dragged him to the table at the other end of the room. Stiles went and kicked the gun off to the corner while Isaac went and pushed the hunter against the wall. He tried to jam the syringe into him but Isaac easily caught the guy's wrist and squeezed it making him drop the syringe from the pain. He then grabbed him by the guy's jacket collar and threw him off to the other wall.
Isaac then started growling at Stiles. Stiles felt the rush of Isaac's untamed fury and it made his teeth start to come out and his ears get pointed. Stiles started to softly growl back at him as his eyes flared. They kept the staring contest for a second before a foot came by and smashed the hunter's syringe into pieces. The betas looked to see that it was Derek. Isaac started to snarl a little louder until Derek's red eyes flared and he roared at Isaac making him shrink back and curl up on the floor. Stiles let his back hit the wall behind him and he started to take deep breaths in and out and almost silently started counting backwards from ten. His eyes were closed as he also started to think of his father. Remembering his proud smile, his gentle touch on his shoulder, and even his tone when he was annoyed with him. Stiles felt the burden on his jaws, ears, fingers and eyes start to fade and he opened them to find that he seemed to have shifted back.
He looked down at Isaac to see him looking up at them looking normal as well. "How did you do that?" he asked Derek. Isaac hadn't been trying to anchor himself like he just was. It seemed like Derek had done it for him by howling at him.
Derek just looked at Stiles with a small smirk. "I'm the Alpha."
Stiles just rolled his eyes. "Get him out of here," he told him as he went over and pulled the alarm. He then went to where he kicked the gun and kicked it again so that it would be close to the fallen hunter. The guy who had the claw like scratches on his face. Scratches that Stiles placed deliberately on that spot like the other two hunters to forever mark them and make it clear to other werewolves just how and what gave those to them so that they could never sneak up on any of them again.
The sounding alarms made his dad start to head for the cells with two of his fellow deputies. He shut the alarm off and walked into the cells to find Stiles standing off to the side with Isaac's cell door wide open and someone lying unconscious and bleeding at the corner. Stiles was breathing hard and seemed to be slightly freaked out. He looked over to his dad and that seemed to make his breathing slow a bit.
Stiles pointed to the guy on the floor. "He did it."
Scott fought hard against the chains holding his door closed and eventually managed to make them snap off. He then jumped out of the freezer and ran for the stairs.
Allison went over to the sink and pulled out one of the knives from the rack. The shape was moving in closer and was hissing at her. "Come on! Come ON!" she yelled at the thing.
The thing made to move closer but Scott came into the room, fully shifted, and stood in between it and Allison. The creature then went to the wall and started to climb it and walk on the ceiling. It entered into the light and the two of them saw that it was some kind of humanoid lizard. It looked at them with its yellow slitted eyes and hissed at them like a snake. It then ran off through the back door, literally through it leaving the two of them to stare after it.
"What the hell was that?" Allison asked.
Scott just shook his head. "I don't know."
Jackson woke up that morning, in his bed, exactly as he was when he went to sleep. He looked at himself to see that there didn't be any apparent visual change to himself. That didn't seem right to him. He then looked to the camera and saw that it was still running. He went to it and started to playback the footage. He was eager to see what his transformed self looked like. However…as he rewound the footage, he only grit his teeth.
"No. No. No," he breathed as he tried to playback the footage again and again.
But he lost patience and then threw the camera to the floor as he let out a roar of rage. The footage of the night played back on the floor where he threw it. Footage of Jackson just sleeping in his bed during the full moon. Completely and utterly human.
"Jackson," his mom called out from behind his door. "What's wrong? What happened?"
"Nothing happened," he called out. "Nothing at all."
He didn't transform. The bite didn't work. The bite that he had done everything he could to get so that he could finally put both McCall and Stilinski in their places had done absolutely nothing to him.