My parents helped us move them into the office, laying Isaac and Erica on the floor.

"Mom, this is Boyd, Isaac and Erica. Derek's betas." Boyd waved. "They were poisoned by a Kanima. Its venom causes paralysis from the neck down. It lasts two hour or so."

"We can make it move faster. Speed up the healing process."

My mom pulled a knife out of her wooden chest.

"Mom! What are you-"

"I apologize ahead of time. This will hurt."

My mom stabbed Isaac through the hand, his eyes opening wide, eyes flashing yellow. A yell of pain left his mouth, but his fingers started twitching.

"It's working." I said.

My mom did the same thing to Erica, her fingers twitching as well.

"So sorry, dears." She turned to me.

"Where's Derek?"

"He went after the Kanima. We know who it is now too."

Both Erica and Isaac sat up, stretching their limbs.

"I know." My mom squeezed my shoulder. "Now, who's hungry?"

My mom warmed up some leftovers from dinner, giving us each a huge plate of food. The five of us sat at the table, the only sound being the clinking of our utensils and the faint echo from the TV in the living room.

"So, this thing, this...Kanima...you said you knew who it was." My mom said.

"His name's Jackson Whittemore. He's in our class." Isaac said.

"He's one of the first Derek bit, but he said Jackson's body was rejecting the bite."

My mom sighed, leaning forward on to the table. "Shape-shifters usually take the form of what's inside them."

"Well, Jackson did always seem like a snake." I murmured, putting my fork down and leaning back in my chair.

"It usually takes a pretty significant event or trauma to cause something like this." She shook her head. "Excuse me, I need to make a phone call."

"No, don't bring Grandma in on this too." I said.

"No, I need to talk to my sister."

"That's even worse." I murmured as she left the room. "My Aunt, Cordelia, runs a school for witches in New Orleans. That's where I was before we moved here. My grandmother is the Supreme of our coven, she's kind of like an alpha in a sense." I said, their frowns turning into understanding nods.

My phone dinged with a text from Derek. I read over it a few times just to make sure I got it all right.

"Derek will be here soon." I said, looking up to see the three wolves staring at me. "What?"

"Your heartbeat sped up. What did the text say?" Isaac asked.

"The Argents showed up and unloaded a round of bullets into the Kanima but nothing happened. Derek chased it into a nightclub where it paralyzed a few people, the cops showed up-" There was a knock on the door and I heard my dad answer.

I got up, the three wolves following me to the door.

"Dad," I hugged him, holding on for a few seconds longer than I normally would. "Be careful. Tell my mom thanks, and have her call me if she finds anything."

"Will do."

I didn't notice the look that passed between my dad and Derek before he shut the door, leaving me with the four werewolves outside in the cold.

"I'll take you two home." Derek said to Erica and Boyd. "Isaac, go back to the warehouse with Kayanna. I'll meet you there."

I slid in my car, Isaac sliding in beside me. I cranked up the heat, rubbing my hands together before driving in the opposite direction of Derek's Camaro.

"Your family seems nice." Isaac said after a tense few moments of silence. "Although your dad is kinda..." Isaac shrugged his shoulders.

"My dad's mister 'ignorant to the supernatural world.' He knows, but he doesn't like to get involved much, though living with three witches, that makes it kind of hard."

"Why are you staying with Derek, and not there with them?"

"Because when the Argents came to town for Kate's funeral, they weren't alone. There was a group of witch hunters that came with them. The Salazar's. My mom had a run in with them in New Orleans. But of course, that's New Orleans. Witch hunters in New Orleans are like strippers in Vegas. They're everywhere you turn. So when they showed up, my mom sent me off with Derek since I'm the one the Argents know about."

I pulled into my spot outside the warehouse, not wanting to leave the warmth of the car. I inhaled sharply, wrapping my arms around myself as I all but ran into the warehouse. Sure, it wasn't any warmer inside, but I had warmer clothes in the subway car.

I pulled on a pair of flannel pajama pants and a sweatshirt before going over my English homework, curled up in one of the subway seats. Derek pushed the doors to the car open soon after, tossing his jacket on a seat before sitting next to me. I stretched my legs out across his lap, dropping my notebook to the ground.

"You wanna talk about it? About what happened?"

I grabbed his closest hand, running my fingers over the calloused skin while his other hand settled itself on my leg.

"I chased it almost to the warehouse district before I caught up to it. It kept trying to get me with its claws so I used a car door to defend myself-"

"How Captain America of you."

He gave me a sideways look. "The Argents showed up...Chris and Gerard. Chris unloaded an entire round into it and it just shook it off like nothing happened. Scott drew it away from the Argents and it went inside a club. I went in after it and it paralyzed some of the people on the dance floor. I slashed its neck, but it escaped outside and Scott and Stiles found Jackson before I got a chance to. The cops showed up so I left. I don't know if it survived, but I have a feeling it's a lot harder to kill than that."

I played with his fingers before running my fingers up the inside of his arm to his elbow and back. His body twitched slightly under my feather-light touches. I looked up at him, his eyes studying my face, a hard, determined look in them. They flashed red for a moment as my nails dragged across his skin lightly, before his claws came out, narrowly missing my arm by a centimeter. I gasped in shock, pulling my arm away for a second before I hesitantly reached down, sliding my fingers along his to where his claws stuck out of his skin. The lethal claws I'd seen rip through flesh easily. I ran my fingers along their length, pausing at the sharp tips, not wanting to cut my finger on them. I looked back up at his face, his eyes glowing again, staring right into the depths of my soul. My heartbeat picked up and I knew he could hear it. Chills covered my body as his hand moved up towards my face, my head tilting back as his hand settled on my neck, his claws ghosting across the delicate skin. He could kill me in a second, rip my throat out before I knew what hit me, but his touch stayed light, just enough to feel the claws against my skin.

He leaned forward, wrapping his other arm around my back, before pressing his lips to the base of my throat. He sucked the skin there lightly for a moment before wrapping his other arm around me, lifting me into his arms and carrying me to our bed.