Chapter 8: The Olympic Sport of Cellphone Throwing

"June, your boyfriend is here waiting to take his girlfriend to school," I heard Ginny yell from downstairs. I rolled my eyes and threw on my oversized sweater and converse before grabbing my backpack.

"June!"

"Oh my god, Ginny, I'm coming!" I yelled back as I shut the door to my room and headed downstairs. I walked into the kitchen to see Ginny slide a plate of breakfast next to an already eating Stiles. I smiled and sat down at the countertop.

"Aren't you gonna say hi to your boyfriend, June?"

"Ginny, you're acting like I've never had a boyfriend before. But I've gotta say, you've really nailed down the whole 'embarrassing mom' bit to a tee." I said as Stiles smiled smugly at me before turning back to his food. I began to eat as Ginny put some dishes in the sink.

"I know you've had boyfriends before, but never one that you've been in love with - HEY!" She turned to face me, a girl with wide eyes and a mouth full of food who had just thrown a handful of potatoes at her.

"June, we have rules about throwing food, what are you, nine?"

I swallowed, "And a half. Gotta run! Bye, love ya." I grabbed a hold of Stiles' backpack which was still on his back, grabbed my backpack from off of the floor, and marched to the front door.

"Have a good day," She called out triumphantly.

"Yeah, yeah," I mumbled as I shut the front door. I turned around to see Stiles looking at me curiously.

"What?"

"Oh - nothing, I - uh-"

"While we're still young, Stilinski."

"I mean I figured you'd had boyfriends before but..."

"But what?" I said, climbing into the jeep.

Stiles started up the car, "You've never been in love before?"

"Have you?" I questioned and his eyes snapped over to me. He looked at me for a minute before smiling.

"Not like this," He admitted and I grinned before leaning over the console to kiss him.

"Me either," I whispered as I pulled away, still smiling. His smile mirrored my own as he continued to look at me.

I felt the heat rush to my cheeks, "Okay well, we're gonna be late if you keep staring at me like that." I averted my gaze out the window as Stiles sped off to the school.

"I wonder how much I'm worth," I pondered over the table I was sat at in the library with Lydia. She and Malia, who was sat in between us, glanced up at me.

"The Astor family is ranked twenty one in the top sixty wealthiest American families," Lydia remarked before looking back down at her homework.

I rolled my eyes, "I don't mean that, I meant the list. I wonder how much I'm worth on-" I leaned in and lowered my voice, "-on the dead pool."

Lydia's gaze snapped back up to me, "Well I'm just saying that as an Astor, you're very expensive. The entire dead pool doesn't rack up to how much you're actually worth."

"Aww right back at you, Lydia," I cooed and she rolled her eyes, "I'm very aware of how much the Astor's are worth, but I meant as a witch. I mean, you're worth twenty million, Scott's worth twenty-five, I just wonder how much I would be to kill."

"Well when Malia and I crack the rest of the list, I'll be sure to tell you," Lydia stated as the bell rang overhead. We collected our things and the two of them followed me to my locker, which was closest.

"Are you two going to the scrimmage tonight?"

"If I can figure out the next cipher key then maybe," Lydia replied, "But it's looking to be a bit challenging."

"Well that's why you've got Malia," I smiled at the werecoyote, "She's persistent, she's gonna make sure you figure it out."

"Can't you come along then and help me too?"

I shrugged, "I've got econ in five minutes, otherwise I'd totally be there. But I definitely can't tonight, I'm supporting Stiles at the scrimmage." I threw a few books in my locker before pulling out my econ textbook and matching notebook. I felt silly carrying around notebooks but it was completely worth it to see Malia learn from them.

I looked over Lydia's head to see Stiles exit a classroom and make his way over to us. I looked back at Lydia who was smirking.

"Right, your little loverboy's first scrimmage of the season, can't miss that."

"Speaking of loverboys, Lydia, there's something I've been meaning to tell you-" I was cut off by Stiles giving me a chaste kiss before continuing down the hallway into Coach's classroom. He smiled at me and winked before tripping over his feet. I looked back to Lydia and Malia, who both shared a flabbergasted expression.

"What. The hell. Was that?" Lydia stated slowly, looking at me eagerly.

I scratched the back of my head, "Uh - yeah. Yeah, that was what I've been meaning to talk to you about."

"When did it happen?" She pressed and I laughed breathlessly.

"Um, Friday?" I braced myself for the punch on my arm.

"Friday? Why didn't you tell me - tell us - sooner?" Lydia motioned between herself and Malia.

"You guys were at the lake house with Kira trying to figure out the other cipher keys. I didn't want to break your concentration."

"Horse shit, why didn't you really?"

I smiled sheepishly, "I was planning on telling you today, really. I just wanted a little bit of time to enjoy it before going around and bragging about how he's my boyfriend."

Lydia squeaked in excitement at the word 'boyfriend,' "So it's official then? You two are together."

My smile grew larger, "Yes, Stiles and I are together. With labels and everything."

Malia joined in on the smile fest, "That's great, June! Congratulations."

I hoisted my backpack over one shoulder as I blushed, "Thanks, you guys. Look, I have to go, text me as soon as you break the next part of the code, okay?"

Lydia nodded and I made my way down to Coach's classroom. Most of the seats were already filled, but as it so happened, there was a seat open directly in front of Stiles. I was quick to take it and I turned around to face him. He was setting up for what I thought was the lesson before I took a closer look.

"Is that Carrie Hudson?" I asked, glancing down at the crime scene photos Stiles slid out of a tan folder.

"Yep," He stated, arranging the pictures so they fanned out across his desk.

"Did you steal that file from your dad, then?"

"Nope, I just made a copy of it."

"Isn't that illegal?"

He peered up at me, "It's smarter."

I nodded before turning around. "Why I agreed to date you is beyond me."

"Wait, what?"

"Economic disparity," I grinned as Coach started his lecture. He gripped a lacrosse stick tightly in his hands as he began to walk up and down the aisles, "Exists in all forms. We'll take sports for example. Some teams have better training facilities, some have better equipment," I looked at him in alarm as he slowly made his way down the row of desks Stiles and I were seated in. I frantically reached my hand around and started urgently tapping on his desk. I looked back and dropped my jaw when Stiles waved me off in lieu of looking at the crime scene photos.

Deciding to let whatever was about to happen unfold, I picked up my pencil and started copying down what was on the board (Supply vs. Demand). "Unlike Beacon Hills," Coach continued, "That can barely afford the duct tape to keep our equipment together." Finstock finally noticed Stiles, and harshly tapped the lacrosse stick he was holding against his desk. Stiles leapt back in surprise.

"You know, Stilinski," He bent over Stiles' desk and picked up a picture to look at, "If I could grade you on how profoundly you disturb me, you'd be an A-plus student." I grinned at Stiles' semi-offended stare.

"Thanks, Coach."

"Put those pictures away," Coach asked him before tapping the lacrosse stick on his desk again. Before the coach could move on, however, Stiles gripped the end of the lacrosse stick and uncapped it.

"Stilinski," Coach Finstock chastised before tugging on the stick. Stiles tugged back, holding up a photo to compare the lacrosse stick with what I assumed was Carrie's unique stab wounds. Finstock finally gained the upper hand in the odd game of tug-of-war.

"What the hell is wrong with you? No, don't answer that. I don't wanna know." Coach walked back up to the board and made some room for more notes. I turned back to Stiles, who was glancing at Scott seated next to him.

"It's a lacrosse player," He stated, shoving the pictures back into the folder and into his backpack.

Scott's eyebrows shot up, "The killer's on the team."

"Can't this wait?" I whined as Stiles tugged on my hand.

"No, we need to figure out who the killer is, and the first place to start would be school equipment."

"But I'm starving, Stiles, starving. I mean, what use am I if I'm famished? I'll just be thinking of food the whole time."

"I'll buy you lunch after school."

"But you'll be practicing after school. Oh, speaking of lacrosse, is it too weird if I wear one of your jerseys to the scrimmage? Since we just started dating and all-"

"It's not weird," I noticed Stiles had a funny look on his face, and I scrunched my eyebrows.

"Why do you look like that, then?"

He shook his head and continued to lead me to Coach's office, "Sorry, I was just picturing you wearing my jersey."

I was mildly offended, "Well if you look like that at the thought of me wearing your jersey, then I just won't-"

"No, June that's not what I meant-"

"It's not big deal, I'll just wear it for the first game or something-"

"June, that's not it-"

"Really, I can just color coordinate with Beacon Hills' colors-"

"I was just picturing you wearing only the jersey, June, that's all." I looked up at him as his ears turned red. I stopped walking and tugged on his hand so he'd face me. He still averted my stare by looking anywhere but where I was. I reached up on my tippy toes and placed a kiss on his lips. He immediately responded by kissing me back, and was about to move one of his hands to my face before I parted our lips.

"Maybe some other time," I whispered, and Stiles' eyes widened to the size of saucers. I smiled at him teasingly and placed another kiss on his cheek before leading him into the coach's office. Scott and Kira were already there next to a pile of uncapped lacrosse sticks, and a larger pile of ones that hadn't been inspected yet. Stiles and I set to work in helping them out, but our hope of finding an answer dwindled after no knives or blades of any sort made themselves present in the beaten up lacrosse sticks.

"This - this is pointless," Scott said frustratedly, "Most of the team plays with their own gear."

"Maybe instead of trying to find a lacrosse stick with a hidden dagger in it, we should be trying to get the game cancelled," Kira suggested and I nodded.

Scott shook his head in disagreement, "The game is the best way to catch him red-handed."

"But what if he's red-handed 'cause his hands are covered with the blood of the person he just stabbed to death?" Stiles argued, "Which by the way could be either of you guys. Or June," He pointed to me in afterthought.

"Or Liam," I said to Scott, who nodded.

"Well we don't have the whole list and he could be on it, same as you, June."

"Well we don't know anything about that list," Stiles mentioned, "How it's made, how it's updated. I mean who - who's been out taking a supernatural census anyway?"

Kira shook her head, "How do they even know about me?"

"They know about everyone."

"I think Kira's right," I said, when she looked over my way, "I think we need to stop the game."

Scott still seemed adamant, "I'm not afraid."

Kira looked back over to Scott, determined, "Neither am I."

"Well I'm terrified, and I'm not even on the list," Stiles mentioned, "Guys these are professional killers, it's their profession. One of them's got a thermo-cut wire that cuts heads off. Who knows what else they have?"

"Look, we have to try and catch them before they go after one of us," Scott said. "They're on the team, and it's our best chance to keep an eye on them and each other."

"But who are we supposed to look out for if we don't even know who they are?"

"Well we know that whoever killed Donovan ordered the keg at Lydia's party," Scott reminded me.

"Okay that does narrow it down," I mentioned and Kira looked at me in surprise.

"How does that narrow it down? It was a huge party."

"Right, but Liam only told his friend Mason that everyone was coming to the party. I don't know if you guys've noticed but Mason doesn't know many upperclassmen. He most likely only invited his freshmen friends."

"So what you're saying is..." Stiles prompted me to go on and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm saying that whoever ordered the keg is most likely a freshman. How many freshman are on the lacrosse team?"

Scott shrugged, "Liam and a few others, I guess."

"But that just leaves a couple people you need to look out for now instead of an entire team, yeah?"

Scott nodded fervently, just as the bell rang overhead, "I suppose. But just to be safe, we need to keep our eyes peeled. We'll meet after school to talk to Liam about it."

"Lydia said the art room was a bust, but her and Malia are gonna keep trying," I said as Stiles and I walked out onto the quad after school. I tucked my phone into the pocket of my sweater and slipped my hand into his as we walked up to Scott.

He glanced down at our intertwined hands and smirked in Stiles' direction. I looked between the two, who refused to look at me.

"Just how much do you know?"

"I know that you and Stiles made out yesterday in Stiles' jeep after we told the Sheriff about the dead pool, how you made out on Friday after the full moon, how you guys went to see Kingsman: The Secret Service on Saturday as your first official date and made out through that. Although I'm not entirely sure how that really gets the mood going..." I stared between the two of them with my jaw hanging open and my eyes wide. Stiles punched Scott's arm harshly before looking back at me sheepishly.

"I swear, you two are more stereotypically girly than actual girls."

"What-? How do you figure?"

"You two don't have secrets between each other, you spill every dirty detail of your relationships with your girlfriends, a conversation we will be having, by the way; you compliment each other all the time, and gossip like no other."

"Compliment?"

"'You're the hot girl that everybody wants, Scott,' 'Oh, Stiles, those red pants do wonders for the legs-'"

"Okay, I think we get it," Scott interrupted me, red splashing his cheeks.

"So just say whatever you need to say now and have it done and over with," I stated looking back to Scott.

"Fine," Scott had a giddy smile on his face, "I totally called it. From almost day one, I knew it, you guys are awesome, I'm really happy for - shit."

"What?" I asked, but Scott already hit Stiles' chest and run off. Quickly following behind him, Stiles and I saw Liam facing off against a Devenford Prep lacrosse player. Looking closer, I saw the blood drip from Liam's fist and my eyes widened in alarm. Scott grabbed on to Liam and pushed him back as Stiles leapt in between the two of them.

"Hey, what's goin' on prep students? Welcome to our little public high school," Stiles gestured back to the school before holding out his hand to the curly-haired player, "How you doing? Stiles. That's a firm handshake you've got there," No one was shaking his hand, "Uh - we're very excited for the scrimmage tonight. But let's keep it clean, alright? No rough stuff out there. Alright, see you on the field," He spun his finger around as a signal to propel Liam and Scott back into the school.

I was about to follow them when I saw the look of disbelief and hurt on Liam's friend Mason's face. I stopped in front of him, and he glanced over at me.

"Are you okay?"

"Fine," He said sarcastically, "Except for the fact that my best friend's been acting super strange ever since he started hanging out with your friends." I could sense the resentment in his tone, and looked over at him sympathetically.

"Yeah my boyfriend really has a weird effect on people. They all just develop some kind of weird personality while in his presence," My excuse didn't garner any smile or laugh like I was hoping, so I put my hand on his shoulder.

"Listen, Mason," I tried again, "Scott's just trying to help Liam cope with some stuff."

"Cope? Did something happen that he didn't tell me about?"

I internally flinched, "No, no, I'm sure you already know, it's just about Liam's anger issues. Scott, Stiles, and I are just trying different methods to help him cope with his anger, so he can channel it into something positive, like pummeling Devenford Prep into the ground at tonight's lacrosse game," I said brightly.

"What are you trying now?" Mason asked as I glanced at the doors Scott, Stiles, and Liam slipped through.

"Meditation," I said, and Mason raised his eyebrows, "Which is actually my area of expertise, so I best be off." I quickly took off back into the school and looked around the hallway. Seeing that the closest and most plausible room they would be in was the boy's locker room, I ran inside. I heard the showers on and audible growling, so I made my way over there.

Liam was being held under the shower by Scott and Stiles, each of them taking a shoulder. Liam struggled to get out, eyes glowing and fangs bared.

"Okay, you calm yet?" Stiles asked him, and Liam let out another roar. Together, he and Scott both pushed Liam back under the freezing water. I was quick to grab one of Liam's hands and concentrate.

"June, what are you doing?"

"Empathy? Try it some time," I said sarcastically before focusing on my feelings. I breathed in and out slowly while picturing myself sitting next to Stiles in his jeep and the two of us driving alongside a beach. Something we hadn't done yet, but I knew that being in that moment would be one of calm that couldn't be reached otherwise. I then concentrated on moving that feeling of calm out of my body and into Liam's via our hands.

I heard Liam's breathing slow, and when I looked up at him, his eyes faded back to their normal color. Scott and Stiles still held him under the shower, when he started nodding fervently.

"Okay! Okay," Stiles and Scott let him go. Liam went to the opposite wall and sank down to the ground while Stiles turned off the shower.

"How - how did you do that?" Liam quietly asked, looking up at me.

"It's an ability of mine," I explained, "One I'm still learning about."

"That car you smashed, I thought you said that was your teacher's," Scott asked. While I was ranting about him and Stiles, he must've been eavesdropping on whatever Liam was saying to the Devenford kid.

"He was also my coach," Liam panted. "He benched me for the entire season."

"What did you do?"

"I got a couple red-cards," He said and I heard Stiles scoff.

"Just a couple?" He asked dubiously, and Liam spared him a weary glance.

Scott crouched down to be eye-level with Liam, "You've gotta be honest with us. What else happened?"

"Nothing," Liam feebly assured us, but he knew it was no use. "I got kicked out of school," He continued, "They sent me to a psychologist for an evaluation."

"What did they call it?" I asked him patiently.

"Intermittent Explosive Disorder," I heard Stiles scoff yet again.

"I.E.D.? You're literally an I.E.D.?" Stiles put his hand to his head in an exasperated manner, "That's great," he leaned over to look at Scott, "That's great. You gave superpowers to a walking time bomb." He gave Scott a thumb's up and pursed his lips. I slapped Stile's hand out of the way and glared at him before turning back to Liam.

"Did they give you anything for it?" I questioned.

"Risperdal. It's an antipsychotic," He explained and I nodded.

"Oh this just get's better," Stiles remarked and I rolled my eyes.

"But I don't take it," Liam continued.

"Obviously," Stiles said and I turned to glare at him.

"Seriously, you and Isaac Lahey are tied for situations where your comments don't help," I scolded and Stiles scowled. I turned back to Liam.

"I can't play lacrosse on it, it makes me too tired."

"Okay," Scott whispered. "I think you should bail out of the game. Tell Coach your leg is still hurting."

"No. No," Liam hopped up in retaliation. "I can do this. Especially if you're there," I looked over at Scott, who looked at me. I nodded my head to Liam as a means to signal that we had to tell Liam the truth about tonight.

"Liam, it's not just about the game. We think whoever killed Demarco might be on our team."

"Who's Demarco?" Liam asked.

"The guy who delivered the keg to Lydia's party," I explained. "He's a werewolf too. Remember, he was beheaded?"

"We think the person who ordered the keg killed Demarco," Scott concluded, and Liam's facial expression grew to one of enlightenment.

"Liam? What, you know something?" Scott asked.

"I don't know who ordered the keg," He said slowly, before looking up at Scott, "But I know who paid for it."

"Who?" Stiles asked.

"Garrett," Liam admitted.

I scrunched my eyebrows together, "Garrett, the blonde freshmen with the abnormally nice-looking face? Your friend, Garrett?"

"How do you know him?" Stiles asked me in a suddenly anxious manner.

"I've had him and his girlfriend Violet in a tutor session before."

"I didn't even know you led tutor groups."

"Just another thing to add to the college applications," I shrugged before turning back to Liam, "But that's the Garrett we're talking about right?"

Liam nodded and I threw my fist in the air, "BOOM! I called it, yes I did. Not necessarily Garrett, but a freshman on the lacrosse team. My idea, mine!"

"June, now you're not helping," Stiles said, bringing my raised arm back down to my side.

I just grinned at him, "I don't even care. I was right, and it feels damn good." I kissed Stiles deeply on the lips before racing out of the locker room. "See you boys tonight!"

I got out of my car, shutting the door and locking it, all with one hand. I thought it was an impressive feat, but didn't have much time to dwell on it, as I was busy trying to listen to Lydia as I walked to the lacrosse field.

"You're looking for Meredith Walker?"

"Well we were, but it turns out she was looking for me too," I raised an eyebrow at Lydia's statement, even though she couldn't see me.

"What do you mean she was looking for you?"

"I literally just got a call from the sheriff asking me to come to the station. That's where Malia and I are headed."

"Okay, that doesn't answer my question," I stated, looking around for Stiles, Scott, Kira, or Liam.

"Deputy Parrish found Meredith walking from the coast to the high school and she's apparently looking for me. So I'm going to go talk to her before Stilinski has to call Eichen House."

"Oh, I see. Look I'm at the lacrosse game, now. Keep me updated, text me anything important." Lydia told me she would and I hung up, keeping my eyes peeled for Stiles. Looking around I saw the Devenford Prep players on the field changing and warming up. I saw the curly-haired boy that was antagonizing Liam (who I now knew to be Brett) smirk teasingly in the direction of Mason as he changed shirts. Liam looked between him and Mason, and I chuckled to myself.

I saw Garrett sitting on the bench looking between his teammates an the bleachers. I followed his line of sight to see Violet sitting in the crowd, blowing kisses to him. I rolled my eyes and kept looking for Stiles. I saw him seated next to Kira, while Scott was a little farther down talking to Coach. No doubt he was asking Finstock to reconsider playing Liam.

"Stiles," I called out before heading over to him. His head whipped around and his eyes found mine. He smiled before standing up to come talk to me.

"Good luck out there, not that you'll need it," I said.

"Trust me, I'll need it," He said while putting on a glove. He struggled to do so with the other glove being on his hand and impeding his actions, so I grabbed his hand and helped him put it on.

"The MVP of last year's championship game doesn't need luck," I explained tightening the velcro straps and looking up at him, a mischievous thought taking over. I stood up on my tiptoes and whispered, "They just need encouragement," In his ear before placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. When I planted my feet back on the ground, I couldn't help but smile at his expression.

"Well - uh - wow - ha! You - you - uh - you look really beautiful tonight," Stiles sputtered and I smiled glancing down at my outfit. It consisted of skinny jeans, a black long sleeve shirt underneath one of Stiles' maroon jerseys.

"Thanks, we kind of match. But I totally forgot how tall you are, this jersey is huge on me," I said.

Before he could say anything, Coach Finstock blew his whistle. I looked back at Stiles and kissed him on the cheek again, "You're gonna do great," I told him, "Watch out for the others, stay safe, and kick their prep school asses." He smiled at that last comment and turned around to go play. I found a seat on the bleachers and watched the players get into position.

It really didn't take much to become a bad game. Devenford already had two points on Beacon Hills, and both teams were such fierce competitors, you would think that this was a real game. An important game at that. Stiles was fine, every position he was put into per play he performed fine, but what mattered most to me was that by some odd miracle, he was always far away from Garrett.

I started biting my nails when Stiles was placed in a face-off with an enormous player. He looked to be the build of a twenty-year-old rather than a teenager. I leaned over my legs when the whistle blew and to my relief, Stiles emerged unscathed and with the ball. He quickly tossed it over to Kira, who ran and scored the first goal for Beacon Hills. I stood up on my feet and cheered loudly for Stiles and Kira.

A few plays down the line and we seemed to be doing alright. It was one particular play that sent everyone into a slight panic. Liam, Garrett, and Brett all collided with one another, and the impact sent them all to the ground. Cries of pain could be heard all the way from the bleachers, and I stood up in anticipation.

Scott and Stiles were quick to help Liam up and talk to him. I noticed a few paramedics looking over Brett before hoisting him up and putting his arms around their shoulders. Garrett got up fine, and I narrowed my eyes at the whimpering Brett. The paramedics carried him down between the set of bleachers I was on and another. Looking across the bleachers, I saw Violet look at Brett like he was breakfast.

So much for you and your psychotic boyfriend, I thought to myself before looking over at Scott and Liam. They were out on the sidelines now, and standing with a benched Kira. I looked down when I felt my phone vibrating in my back pocket. Looking at it, I saw a text from Lydia that read:

Broke another third of the list. Scott, Kira, and Liam not the only supernatural creatures on the field. Brett Talbot is worth 1 million.

I quickly glanced up at the doorway to where the paramedics took Brett. Looking even further up, I noticed that Violet was gone as well. Then it all hit me at once.

"Oh shit," I muttered before leaping over the row in front of me in an effort to get to Scott. My foot caught on the bleacher and I ended up face-planting into the grass, but in my adrenaline-fueled state, I was quick to hop back up. Brushing the grass off of my jeans and collecting my dropped phone, I ran over to Scott.

"Scott! Scott," I panted as I ran over to Scott and Kira. I noticed Stiles see me and walk over from his spot on the bench. "Scott you need to come with me."

"What - why?"

"Garrett was working with his girlfriend, with Violet, and they weren't after Liam or any of you," I explained in a rush.

"Who were they after?"

"Brett, now we need to go!" I grabbed Scott's hand and started tugging him to the locker rooms, "Kira, Liam, watch Garrett, do not let him leave your sight," I said over my shoulder.

"Wait, wait, June! How do you know it's Brett?" I heard Stiles call from behind me, and I turned around to see him still standing by Kira.

"I just do. Scott, come on," I made my way to the locker rooms once again.

"But June-"

"Oh for the love of god!" I exclaimed before turning around and hurling my phone at Stiles. In a perfect arch and with incredible precision, it landed directly in Stiles' waiting hands.

"Just read the last text from Lydia!" I said before running into the school, Scott hot on my heels. We made our way to the locker room only to find the medics passed out on the floor along with an unconscious Brett. I hopped over the medics in the doorway and slid on my knees to land next to Brett. With great effort, I lifted him up and placed him on his back. I opened each of his eyes to see they were glowing, and I inspected him for a cut from Garrett's blade. When I found it, there was a thick yellow liquid oozing from it.

"It's wolfsbane," I confirmed, "A rare kind at that." I turned to look at Scott only to see Violet behind him with the thermo-cut wire around his neck. He grabbed at it while she smiled.

I rushed forward but before I could do anything, Violet landed a solid kick to my gut, sending me to my knees and gasping for the air that was knocked out of my lungs.

"He said we shouldn't try," Violet explained over my coughing, and I put one foot back on the ground, "But now I've got you, I've got an Alpha." I looked up at Scott and he made eye contact with me. He nodded, reassuring me that he was fine. I hopped to my feet at the same time Scott turned around in Violet's grasp. The scent of burning flesh invaded my nostrils as he growled at her. Violet's triumphant smirk fell to one of fear as Scott slowly started growling at her.

I used my magic to grab her at the same time Scott ripped the wire from her grasp. I slammed her into the column that was right behind her and she fell to the floor, unconscious. Just as I did so, I heard a sudden commotion outside the door and saw Stiles trip over one of the medics. He looked down at Violet and Brett in surprise before glancing up at the two of us.

"I think you better call your dad," Scott insisted and Stiles whipped out my cellphone, dialing the station. As he explained the situation to the sheriff, I looked over at Brett and Violet.

"What should we do with them?" I asked. On cue, the universe answered me as Brett began to seize. I rushed over to him and tilted him to the side, letting it run its course.

"What's happening?" Scott said from next to me.

"It's the wolfsbane, it's getting closer to his heart," I explained, "He needs help, we need to get him help."

"Okay, okay, you and Stiles take him to the animal clinic, I'll call Deaton to let him know you're coming. I nodded and looked over to Stiles, who just got off the phone with his dad.

"Stiles, help me lift him up," I said as soon as Brett stilled. I put my hands under his armpits and Stiles grabbed his ankles. Together, we lifted him up, and carried him out of the locker room.