I woke up to my phone ringing. I picked it up and answered it,
"Hello"I said as I placed a hand on my baby bump, I felt her kick, still don't know gender, but it's a feeling.
"Jace meet me at the Hale Manor" Deaton's voice picked up,
"I wait why" I asked as I put him on speaker.
"Lydia used Derek to bring Peter to life" He said as I got my jacket on.
"Be right there" I replied soon hanging up and getting my motorbike. I rode over, I got inside to see Derek waking up, I rushed over to him and held him.
"You're gonna be weak for several hours." Deaton said as I helped my mate up.
"It actually happened." My mate replied worried.
"Don't worry. You're still an Alpha. But, as usual, not a particularly competent one." Deaton said making me roll my eyes.
"Where is he?" I asked wanting to know.
"I wish I could tell you." Deaton replied as I felt the baby kick again.
"Then how about you tell me what you're doing here, and why you're helping me." Derek asked him.
"Helping your family actually used to be a pretty important part of my life. Helping you was a promise I made to your mother." Deaton said as I looked outside.
Something's not okay. If the Alpha Pack is here they would strike sooner or later.
"I don't trust anyone except my mate." Derek said as I was drawn out of my thoughts. Derek and I soon left, Scott called us to go to the Sheriff station, we got there, I
saw scales, I looked to see the Kanima slashed Derek's neck, it looked at me then my belly. I placed my hands over my belly protectively, growling, I helped my mate to
the door.
"Open the door." I heard a young teens voice. I saw Scott with a gun pointed at his head.
"Oh, thank God." Scott said excited and then Derek went down. I tried to go to him, but Matt pointed the gun at my belly.
"Don't even try it" He said smirking. I back up, He looked at Jackson, Next thing I know Stiles is paralyzed, on top of Derek. My eyes were purple now, my teeth
enlonged.
"Get him off of me." Derek growled.
"Oh, I don't know, Derek. I think you two make a pretty good pair." Matt said, I growled at him, placing my clawed hands on my belly protectively.
"You touch her, I will kill you" Derek growled.
"It must kinda suck, though, to have all that power taken away from you with just a little cut to the back of the neck. I bet you're not used to feeling this helpless."
Matt said as he walked over to me, but I backed away. Soon Matt saw headlights, I stayed a good distance away from Kanima Jackson and Matt. Matt and Scott were
in another room, a gunshot roared in my ears, I just whined at my mate, I want to help him, Scott soon cleared the evidence.
"You - you think the evidence mattered that much, huh? No, no, I - I want the book." Matt growled.
"What - what book?" Scott asked him.
"The bestiary. Not just a few pages, I want the entire thing." Matt growled again.
"I don't have it. It's Gerard's. What do you want it for, anyway?" Scott asked him.
"I need answers. To This" Matt said as he lifted his shirt and I saw Kanima scales on his side. Matt lead Scott to another room, I stayed with my mate,
"Hey. You know what's happening to Matt?" Stiles asked us.
"I know, the book's not gonna help him. You can't just break the rules, not like this." I said feeling the baby kick my gut again.
"What do you mean?"He asked.
Careful Jace everything is about to go unnatural a voice filled my ears. I looked around and the fire alarm went off. I picked my mate and Stiles up. Scott ran in and I gave
Stiles to him, while I took Derek to saftey. I sat by Derek, keeping myself contented by my mate, two of our beta's have deserted us, soon I heard a noise and Derek
threw a piece of a mirror at the noise. We turned around to see Peter.
"I expected a slightly warmer welcome. But point taken." He said holding the glass shard.
"It's quite a situation you've got yourself in here, Derek Jace. 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 - esteem - deprived adolescent in town." Peter looked at my belly, but I growled at him.
"What do you want?" I asked him.
"Well, I want to help. You're my nephew and his mate. The only relatives that I have left. You know, there's still a lot that I can teach you. Can we just talk?" Peter
asked as he placed his hand on my shoulder.
"Sure. Let's talk." I said as I then threw him at the staircase. Derek kept punching his uncle while I watched.
"You don't actu - actually think that I want to be the Alpha again, do you? That wasn't my finest performance, considering it ended in my death. I mean, I'm usually
more - okay, go ahead! Come on, do it. Hit me, hit me. I can see that it's cathartic for you. You're letting go of all the anger, self - loathing, and hatred that comes with
total and complete failure. I may be the one taking the beating, Derek, but you've already been beaten. So, go ahead. Hit me if it will make you feel better. After all, I
did say that I wanted to help." Peter said as I looked at my mate.
"You can't help me." Derek said as I placed my hands on his back.
" You both tried to build your pack. You tried to prepare for the worst. You weren't ready. 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." Peter said to both of us.
"How about you tell me something I don't know?" I growled at him.
"Oh, I'm going to. And it's gonna prove why you both should trust me. Why you need to trust me. Because I'm going to tell you how to stop Jackson." He said looking
at Derek.
"What do you mean? Know how to kill him?" I said hopeful.
"Actually, how to save him. There's a myth that you can cure a werewolf simply by calling out its Christian name." Peter started and I made my eyes glow.
"It's just a myth." I growled at him while the baby moved inside me.
"Sometimes myths and legends bear a hint of truth. Our name is a symbol of who we are. The kanima has no identity. That's why it doesn't seek a pack. It seeks a
master." Derek spoke up keeping me close.
"And who else grows up with no pack? No identity?" Peter asked.
"An orphan." I said holding my belly.
"Like Jackson. And right now, his identity is disappearing beneath a reptilian skin and you need to bring him back." Peter continued, I scoffed.
" Through his heart. How else?" Peter yelled at me.
"You know, in case you hadn't noticed, Jackson doesn't really have too much of a heart to begin with." I growled.
"Not true. He'd never admit it, but there is one person. One young lady with whom Jackson shared a real bond. One person who can reach him. Who can save
him."Peter spoke up
"Lydia." I said quietly,
"Your best ally has always been anger, now it's your mate, Derek, but what you lack most is a heart. That's why you've always known that you need Scott more than
anyone. And even somebody as burned and dead on the inside as me knows better than to underestimate the simple yet undeniable power of human love." Peter said
looking at both of us.