Shadows undulated around me as I ran, side by side with Derek, after Jackson. Rather, the Kanima, since that creature wasn't really the ass I knew. The Kanima moved with a disturbing amount of fluidness, turning corners at a dead run with ease. I, on the other hand, was bouncing off the walls, literally, in an effort not to slam into said walls.

We turned a corner and ran up to a fence, which Derek flipped over. I stopped for a nanosecond and crouched before jumping over it effortlessly. I landed in a crouch next to Derek and we both shifted with growls. The Kanima turned the corner ahead of us and we took off after it again.

I cursed loudly through my fangs as I stumbled over a trash bag but kept on running like my life depended on it. We came to this place underneath a bridge that stank of homeless people and gasoline. The Kanima had vanished.

We stopped and looked around. I heard a crunch and the sound of something whipping through the air. Derek and I turned around together. The Kanima was crouching several yards away, staring straight at us. It hissed and Derek growled back.

The Kanima jumped at us, claws outstretched and ready to kill. I jumped to the side and Derek caught its arms. I turned and swung my claws up, ripping through its thin flesh on its side. It screeched and pulled a hand from Derek's grip, slicing my arm with its venom laced claws. I dropped to the ground, fighting to keep going. My body quickly became weak and, though I was mostly immune to the paralytic part of the venom, I found it hard to keep conscious.

I heard Derek and the Kanima fighting but I didn't, couldn't, stand until I heard gunshots and smelled Chris Argent. I stumbled to my feet and locked eyes with said Argent before turning to stare at the Kanima laying on the ground nearby with bullet holes in its chest. I didn't see Derek anywhere so I took off after the distinctive sent of my fellow Alpha. I found him crouching behind a stone pillar, watching.

I crouched next to him and watched as well as Gerard climbed out of Chris' car and walked calmly up to the Kanima by the headlights. The Kanima half rose to look into Gerard's eyes. That's when Scott showed up out of nowhere and body slammed Jackson's alter-ego. He turned to look Gerard in the eyes, looking scared before hardening his gaze, then took off after the Kanima.

Turning, I noticed that Derek had vanished, probably chasing after the Kanima again, so I ran after Scott. I caught up to him when he stopped outside a nightclub.

Scott turned and nodded to me "I could smell you."

I rolled my eyes "Great job, you're finally picking out scents."

I turned my head to look behind me when I heard footsteps and found myself face-to-face with Stiles.

Stiles reeled back and sputtered "Sorry, sorry. Did you see where he went?"

We all turned to look at the nightclub again, with Scott throwing back his head in exasperation.

"No, I lost him." Scott responded.

"I was behind Scott," I looked at my arm where my wounds were still healing "My abilities aren't as good after the Kanima tried to paralyze me again."

Stiles' voice grew upset "What? You two couldn't catch a scent? Even you, Luna?" I rolled my eyes as he overestimated my Alpha abilities. It's not like we can catch the scent of something that doesn't have a scent.

"I don't think he has one," Scott responded.

"It doesn't." I growled, crossing my arms and grimacing as my clothes scraped my wound.

"Alright. Any idea where he's goin'?" Stiles said, much more calmly than before.

"To kill someone."

I turned to Scott with a 'no, duh' expression.

"Ah," Stiles started. "That explains the claws and the fangs and all that. Good. Makes perfect sense now." Scott shook his head at him. "What, Scott? I'm a hundred and forty seven pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense."

"Just help me find it."

"Not 'it.' Jackson."

Scott sighed "I know. I-I know."

"Alright, but does he know that? And did anybody else see him back at your house?"

"I mean, I don't think so. But he already passed Derek's test anyway."

"Yeah, but that's just the thing. How did he pass the test?"

"I don't know."

The two turned to look at me. I sighed and tried my best "It's like an either/or thing. A snake can't be poisoned by its own venom, right? When's the Kanima not the Kanima?"

Scott half turned away "When it's Jackson."

We looked at the glowing blue entrance to the nightclub where many guys were all lined up to get their ids checked, most of which were probably fake, and get inside. Behind me I heard Stiles start backing up.

"Uh," he said, his voice gravely and nervous. "Dude."

Scott and I turned to look at him to see he was standing several feet away, looking up. We walked towards him and stood next to the scrawny boy while looking in the direction he was.

"See that?" Stiles asked.

Above, a long tail disappeared into a window.

"He's inside," I mumbled.

"What's he gonna do in there?" Stiles voice brought our attention to him.

When I brought my eyes down my jaw dropped. In the line to get in, bathed in the glowing blue light and the thumping music, Danny was giving his id to the bouncer.

"I know who he's after," Scott said quickly, having seen what I was seeing.

"What? How, did you smell something?" Stiles turned to look at Scott.

Scott half nodded "Armani."

"Danny," I whispered.

"We have to get inside!" Stiles almost yelled.

"Back door," I said, running around the fence next to us to get to said back door which I had spotted when we had first approached.

Stiles groaned when he pulled on the door only to find it locked. He stepped away to look up the walls in search of an alternate way in "Alright, maybe there's like a… window that we can climb through or…"

I rolled my eyes and yanked on the door handle, which shrieked in protest before popping loose. I handed the doorknob and all its go-along pieces to Stiles, who was still talking to himself.

Stiles stared at it for a second before returning to his sarcastic nature "Handle that we can rip off with supernatural strength. How did I not think of that one?"

I smiled as I followed Scott into the building, trying to block out the thumping music. When we reached the main room after a couple feet I knew that this was no plain nightclub. For one, there were a lot of half-naked men and a few male silk dancers hanging from the ceiling. Second, there were no other females.

"Dude, everyone in here's a dude." Scott yelled. "I think we're in a gay club."

"Man, nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses, huh, Scott." Stiles said sarcastically as he was pawed at by three drag queens.

I followed dumb and dumber (I'll let you figure out which one's which) to the bar nearby and leaned against it, watching the room.

"Three beers," Stiles said loudly to the bartender.

"Ids?"

I turned around and fished my wallet out of my back pocket before handing him the fake id I had inside. The two idiots handed him their actual driver's licenses.

The bartender stared at them skeptically with a smirk after examining the ids and handing them back to us "How about two cokes?"

"Rum and coke? Sure." Stiles said, prompting me to hit him upside the head.

I leaned over the bar and said just loud enough for the bartender to hear "Cokes are fine for my idiot companions."

When I leaned back, he nodded and turned away. I saw him make a hand signal to another bartender.

The other bartender came up and set two cokes down in front of the idiots and a beer in front of me. He turned to Scott and said "That one's paid for," before nodding at a man at the bar nearby, who raised his beer in greeting. I handed the beer back to the bartender with a shake of my head, deciding that it wasn't a good time, even if it wouldn't affect me. The bartender handed me a coke as well and mumbled about somebody already paying for it and, when I glanced in the direction he nodded, all I saw was a blur of white hair before nothing, so I shook it off and drained the cup.

I walked away from the two, ignoring their exchange, and inched along the wall as I scoped the room out. Finally, I looked up when I saw Scott walking through the crown looking up with his claws out. Above the Kanima crawled across the ceiling. I snarled and pushed off the wall, flicking my claws and fangs out.

Fog spouted out of a machine on the ceiling, concealing the Kanima in its white depths. When it cleared, the Kanima was gone.

The Kanima screeched and bodies started thumping to the floor as it paralyzed the men and boys in the crowd. I jumped in the direction of the Kanima as I saw Derek appear out of the fog, shifted. He attacked the Kanima and, as fast as they appeared, they were both gone, at which time people began seeing the guys lying on the floor.

I took off after the faint scent of Derek, which was masked almost completely by the cologne and alcohol smell. I found him outside, searching frantically for Jackson. I grabbed his arm and almost got hit by his claws as he whipped around in shock.

I suddenly found myself struggling for air and there was a bubbly liquid gathering in the back of my throat, tasting strongly of a rare type of wolfsbane and coke. I reeled forward into Derek's arms, spitting out the liquid like a waterfall, but it just kept coming.

"Luna!" I heard Derek yell as I fell from his arms and gained tunnel vision.

And then everything, as expected, went black.

. . .

Third P.O.V.

Derek walked quickly down the steps to the train station where the rest of the pack was waiting for him to get back, careful not to jostle the girl in his arms. Luna's skin was pale as death, her mouth was dribbling that foamy liquid onto Derek's chest since her position kept her from drowning in it, and her occasionally flickering eyes displayed her wolf silver instead of her typical blue. She stank of wolfsbane, which instantly alerted the still unaware young werewolves nearby. They came rushing from the train car once the smell reached them.

"What happened?" Isaac whined, his instinct to protect his wolf 'mother', figuratively speaking, coming to the forefront.

"She was poisoned," Derek growled, his eyes glowing red.

A single, fat tear rolled down Erica's cheek and Boyd placed a hand on her shoulder. They all made their way quickly into the train car, where Derek set Luna on the bed in the corner on her side so the foam would pour out of her mouth instead of drowning her. Derek stripped his shirt off and used it dab at the foam that dried around Luna's mouth. He dipped his finger in the foam that was quickly collecting on the bed and brought it to his nose to smell.

"Black Wolfsbane," he said, dropping his hand to his side in dejection.

"What does that mean?" Erica asked, more tears falling down her face now.

Derek half turned to look at his pack, his eyes shining with tears that he wouldn't let fall because that would show weakness in front of the young wolves "I don't think I can save her."

So here's the chapter I promised. There's going to be a chapter after this that doesn't run along with the TV show. Also, so you know, Black Wolfsbane is made up. Who can figure out who poisoned her, not that it's hard. I will hopefully add another chapter tomorrow but if not, there will be another in a couple days, around thanksgiving. Let me know what you think.