Skye's POV
After holding us hostage at the police station we found out Matt had drowned in a creek and all over Beacon Hills people we're saying he killed himself out of guilt for the murders after they finally came to the conclusion that he was the culprit but we all knew the real reason being someone had gotten to him and killed him which left us with a new question, who was the Kanima's new master and I already have my suspicions but nothing concrete so I've been staying quiet.
I sighed loudly as I looked around at the burnt, filthiness that was the Hale house ignoring the shiver up my spine since this place gave me the creeps and I really didn't want to be here but with the Argent's hell bent on killing Derek and a new looming question hanging over us, we needed all the help we could get and this house just might hold answers that none of us had.
Allison had been ignoring me as well and hadn't even come to school in the last few days since she was taking the death of her mother exactly like I knew she would and Scott told me she'd been at the police station with her father and Gerard wanting Derek's head on a spike.
I could feel Derek's stress about it all and really wanted him to talk to me but any time I brought up the Kanima or the Argent's he shut me down which kind of pissed me off because he was usually the one to be open and me closed off but now I knew what he felt when I shut him out.
I sighed loudly pushing those thoughts down as I continued busying myself by cleaning out my guns and polishing up my daggers while Derek read one of the books that was covering a table but he soon sighed and threw it aside before picking up another but it didn't take long for that to be throw aside as well.
"Why don't you take a break?" I suggested reassembling my Glock clipping all the pieces back together before looking up at him.
"It's got to be here" he replied growling out.
"Derek" I stood up and reached out putting my hand against his shoulder turning him to face me then cupped his cheeks. "Take a small break, your going to fry that pretty little head of yours" he cracked a small smile so I stood on my tippy toes and pressed my lips to his.
He kissed back for a few seconds before pulling back then leaned back against the desk with a loud sigh as his arms wrapped around my waist, I matched his solemn expression and wrapped my arms around his shoulders.
"We're gonna figure this out Derek, we have to"
"It's not that simple" I sighed nodding my head since nothing was ever simple especially with us.
"I know that but something has to go right one of these days right?" he smiled again and nodded before kissing my forehead gently.
"How are you?" he nodded down at my calf which was wrapped in a bandage covering the stab wound I'd inflicted on myself.
"It's getting better, now fill me up to speed on what we're looking for I'll help" I grabbed a book and started flicking through it.
"Anything relating to the Kanima" he replied grabbing another. "Did you go through your dad's journal?"
"Yeah and it mentioned nothing about the Kanima he hunted, it was mostly personal and focused on werewolves unfortunately" he nodded then looked down at the book in his hand.
"You decided" I looked up at Derek confused but then finally noticed Boyd and Erica standing by the stairs. "When?" I frowned when I realised what he was talking about since I'd known the pack was thinking about leaving and I guess this meant they really we're going.
"Tonight" Erica replied with a mournful look my way as I crossed my arms and stood beside Derek.
"Everyone's gonna be at the game and we figured it was the best time" Boyd added.
"Its not like we want to" I frowned shaking my head at them because this was wrong and deep down they had to know that.
"What do you want?" Derek asked taking a step towards them.
"Since I turned 16 a month ago, I wouldn't mind getting my licence I can't do that if I'm dead you know"
"Well I told you there was a price" Derek replied glaring at them.
"But you didn't say it would be like this" Boyd argued taking a glace at Erica.
"Yeah but I told you how to survive, you do it as a pack and you're not a pack without an Alpha" Derek yelled turning his back on them.
"We know" Boyd replied making me look up confused.
"You wanna look for another pack?" Derek asked with a hint of smugness in his voice, I looked at Erica as she looked away from him and frowned because I thought she'd at least tough it out since I thought we'd been friends. "How are you even gonna find one?" they shared a look.
"We think we already did" Boyd replied and my eyes widened in shock.
"What, how?" I asked quickly, the hunter in me coming up wanting to know if a new game was in town since it wasn't good if there was.
"In the woods, we we're on our way back" Erica spoke up looking at me. "When all of a sudden we heard all this howling, it was unbelievable"
"There must have been a dozen of them" Boyd added.
"Maybe more" Erica seconded with a small smile but I shook my head at them.
"Yeah or maybe just two" Derek replied before I could glaring at them again.
"You know what a Beau Guste affect is?" I asked and the looks on their faces told me they didn't so I continued. "If wolves modulate they're howls with a rapid shift in tone-"
"Two wolves can sound like twenty" Derek finished cutting me off.
"Look that doesn't matter okay there's another pack out there, there's got to be we've made up our minds" Erica replied taking a step towards Boyd but was looking at me again so I looked away from her this time since I hated this, I'd finally made friends but of course everyone left me eventually.
"We lost Derek" Boyd added and I could see the anger in Derek's posture so I grabbed his hand in hopes to calm him down even though it was futile being angry myself. "Alright it's over"
"It's never over" I replied glaring at him.
"We're leaving" he insisted ignoring my glare.
"No" Derek replied shaking his head. "No, you're running and once you start you don't stop, you'll always be running" I frowned looking up at him since I sensed that was coming from experience.
"We're sorry Skye" Erica said quickly before grabbing Boyd's hand and they we're gone, I watched as Derek turned leaning against the table again so I walked towards him wrapping my arms around his waist laying my head between his shoulder blades.
"Derek this changes nothing, just let them go you don't need Beta's who flee at the first sign of trouble" he sighed so I moved to look at his face but caught sight of someone out of the corner of my eye and Derek must have sensed them at the same time because he picked up a shard of glass and threw it but unluckily Peter caught it an inch from his throat.
"I expected a slightly warmer welcome but-" he held up the shard. "Point taken" I glared moving over to the table with my weapons and picked up my gun.
"How about a bullet to the face, is that warm enough?" I cocked the gun threateningly.
"How lovely to see you again Skye, happy to see you two are still going strong" I glared at him. "It's quite a situation you've got yourself in here Derek" I glared at him. "I mean, I'm out of commission for a few weeks and suddenly there's lizard people, geriatric psychopaths and you're cooking up werewolves out of every self-esteemed-deprived adolescent in town, not mention still sleeping around with little hunter here"
"Why you-" I took an angry step forward but Derek's arm shot out in front of me halting any further steps towards his obnoxious nutcase uncle.
"What do you want?" Derek asked moving his arm around my waist holding me to him.
"Well I want to help, you're my nephew the only family that I have left" Peter replied walking towards us and my hand inched to raise my gun but Derek was holding my arm. "You know, there's still a lot that I can teach you, can we just talk?" I looked up with an even bigger glare when he put his hand on Derek's shoulder but Derek looked down at it and reacted before I could.
"Sure let's talk" he punched Peter straight in the chest sending him flying back breaking the railing on the stairs before soon it turned into a full on brawl that went all over the house making a smug smirk creep up on my face as I let Derek beat the shit out of his uncle while I entertained myself with my earlier task.
I looked up as Peter rolled down the stairs for the third time in the last hour after Derek started laying into him and it was beginning to get tiring and tedious to watch, I sighed rolling my eyes looking back down at the dagger I was cleaning.
"You don't actually think I want to be the Alpha again, do you?" I looked up glaring at Peter's words because it had crossed my mind since he came back from the dead. "That wasn't my finest performance considering it ended in my death, I mean I'm usually more…" Derek grabbed his shirt ready to punch him again. "Okay go ahead, come on do it, hit me, hit me!" Derek hesitated by Peter's words. "I can see it's cathartic for you, you're letting go of all the anger, self-loathing and hatred that comes from total and complete failure" Derek glowered and inched to hit him again. "I may be the one taking the beating Derek but you've already been beaten, so go ahead hit me if it would make you feel better, after all I did say I wanted to help" Derek looked over at me and I shrugged so he dropped Peter then stepped away.
"You can't help me" he spat at his uncle before walking towards me again.
"Can I have my go now?" I asked to lighten the mood.
"No" Derek replied grumpily.
"Are you sure I can't punch him in the face?"
"Yes" Derek replied as Peter glared at me.
"What if I just break his nose a little?" Derek finally cracked a smile at me.
"Tempting but no"
"Buzz-kill" I muttered slipping the dagger down into my boot as Derek took a seat on the stairs, I moved over to him and took a seat next to him looking over his fist which was bleeding from the split knuckles.
"See prime example right here, I'm not healing as fast, coming back from the dead isn't easy you know, I'm not as strong as I used to be, I need a pack, an Alpha like you" I looked up angrily because he couldn't be serious right now. "I need you as much as you need me"
"Why would I want help from a total psycho?" Derek scoffed.
"First of all, I'm not a total psycho and by the way you're the one that slashed my throat wide open but we're all works in progress" I rolled my eyes glaring at him. "We need each other, sometimes when you need help, you turn to people you'd never expect" I looked up at Derek and shook my head because we can't trust him but Derek seemed to be listening to him so I turned back to Peter with a glare.
"Do you honestly expect us to trust you after everything you've done?"
"Will all due respect Skyler but I don't trust you either sweetheart" Derek finally looked up with a glare. "The point is Derek, you tried to build your pack, you tried to prepare for the worst, you weren't ready and because of it Gerard is winning, he's taking his time, he's toying with Scott, he's going after your wolves one by one he's relishing in his victory" I frowned because even though I hated it he was actually making sense but it was nothing we already didn't know.
"How about you tell us something we don't know?!" Derek exclaimed looking up again.
"Oh I'm going to and it's gonna prove why you should trust me, why you need to trust me" I scoffed leaning back against the stairs as Peter leaned forward. "Because I'm going to tell you how to stop Jackson"
"What do you mean?" Derek asked making me roll my eyes since I couldn't believe he was even listening to this. "How to kill him?"
"Actually how to save him" I looked up confused at this.
"How?" I asked leaning back into the conversation.
"There's a myth that you can cure a werewolf simply by calling out his Christian name" I shook my head since I'd heard that before but it's never been proven.
"It's just a myth" I protested.
"Sometimes myth's and legends bear a hint of truth my dear Skyler" I glared at him clenching my fists together for using an endearment like that. "Our name is a symbol of who we are-" he looked over at me and I knew that was a hidden jab at my last name. "But the Kanima has no identity, that's why it doesn't seek a pack-"
"It seeks a master" Derek finished for him.
"And who else grows up with no pack, no identity?" I sighed looking down at my hands knowing what he was getting at.
"An orphan" I replied feeling a hand rub my back so I looked up and smiled at Derek.
"Like Jackson" Peter agreed. "And right now his identity is disappearing beneath the reptilian skin and you need to bring him back"
"How?!" Derek exclaimed looking up at his uncle.
"Through his heart, how else?!"
"You know, in case you hadn't noticed Jackson doesn't really have too much of a heart to begin with" Derek argued with him.
"Not true" Peter replied shaking his head. "He'd never admit it but there is one person, one young lady whom Jackson shared a real bond, one person who can reach him, who can save him" I looked up and frowned realising who he was talking about.
"Lydia" I replied then shared a look with Derek.
"Your best ally has always been anger Derek but what you lack most is heart except for when it comes for your pretty little mate here" I looked up with another glare. "But it's also why you've always known that you need Scott and even someone as burned and dead on the inside as me knows better than to underestimate the simple yet undeniable power of human love" I rolled my eyes.
"Are you ever going to get to the point?" I spat back because this was getting nowhere and it was taking everything in me not to send him back into the grave he crawled out of since nothing would make up for what he was responsible for and as soon as his usefulness was fulfilled I was going to avenge my father again.
A/N: Since this Chapter wasn't very long I decided to post it ahead of schedule as a treat for you guys and to build up to the finale, also please remember to review your answers to my question in the earlier chapter.