Last night was way too busy. We did a lot trying to catch Boyd and Cora, and I need the day off from school. I've been slacking a lot lately and the school year just started. I blame the situation. Stress. So much stress.

I'm very glad I'm not a virgin- that's making life easier considering all the murders of virgins going on. Like everyone I care about is not a virgin except Stiles and it's very stressful for him, I wish I could help.

Either way, life is just stressful and moving between houses is the worst.

"You gonna help me pack up or not?" I was yelling at Derek from the top floor of the loft.

"I feel like I've done enough!" He shouted back. I could hear the cocky smirk in his voice.

"Really? I feel like you've done nothing." I shoved the last piece of clothing into a box and sloppily taped it up. I have so much clothes, and I gave up on folding them neatly a while ago.

The furniture in my room has been taken apart and packed up, leaving nothing but a floor full of clothes, bags of makeup, and random things I hoarded over the summer. I still had my arsenal to pack completely but I'm not sure if I would be able to bring it anyway. My dad is really trying to give up this hunting thing.

"I wish I could just stay. Who told my Dad to get a three room apartment anyway?" I had moved to the very top of the steps where I was watching Derek pace.

"Why don't you get emancipated?"

"You need to have a job for that."

"So get a job. You're almost eighteen."

I started to walk down the steps, considering the option of getting a job. Life doesn't even feel like... life. Everything is like some weird make believe shit. "I sometimes forget that I am going to get out of high school and out of Beacon Hills and maybe not have to deal with wolves and kanimas. All this weird shit."

"That's why I try to tell you go to school and stop-"

The alarm starts sounding, pulling Derek and my attention away from our somewhat meaningful conversation. We share a look and I speed under the stairs, grabbing two combat tomahawks and prepping myself for whatever was sounding that alarm.

One of those Alpha werewolves, bald spot boy, pulled open the elevator doors. That was my signal.

Despite Derek's protests, I ran for the wolf, swinging at him with my left as he swung with his right, claws extended.

The blade cut down his forearm and automatically made the cocky bitch in me come out and think I could over power the Alpha in front of me.

I took a step forward, ready to swing again but his hand caught my throat and before I could even breathe, I was slammed down onto the concrete floor sending waves of pain through my body as all the air escaped my lungs.

My vision was spotting, but I could faintly hear the sounds of Derek growling as well as the bitch on top of me speaking.

The ringing in my ears was drowning out most of the grunts and wooshes of air I was hearing from whatever was going on.

An extremely loud growl filled with pain brought me back to my senses; I could feel my heart beat in my ears and anger radiating through my whole body when I focus on Toe girl holding a pipe in Derek's back.

I want to scream and fight but once again I am weak and useless against these fucking bitchy wolves.

"Is everybody done?" Blind boy's voice and tapping draws my attention towards the elevator doors where is he is using his walking stick to guide him through the loft. I still don't understand how he is blind.

I don't understand a lot about blind people, maybe that makes me insensitive. How the fuck did he find his way over to Derek and Claw chick?

He smirks, "Lets chat."

Why is it that something bad is always happening the days I am not in school? I need to be a normal teen. I want to be a normal teen. Maybe my father is onto something.

"The girl is here." Sunglasses looks up and sniffs, then turns as if he is looking at me.

"The hunter," Toe bitch purrs, smirking at me. "We should just kill her now."

Derek screams out a growl, struggling against pipe. She laughs and twists the pipe, making me struggle against bald guys hold.

"L-let her go," Derek whimpers out. It hurts for me to see him like this. I've never wanted powers more than this moment.

Blindy motions to Baldie and the enormous pressure againt my body is relieved at once. I can breathe again, but can barely move.

The tomahawks are to the left of me and I use start to reach for them but Derek looks at me and shakes his head no. I let my hand drop and obey him. He is like my surrogate dad.

"Derek, we're not unreasonable."

"What do you want?" Derek struggles to get out. Standing here doing nothing sucks. I'd rather not die. "You here to kill me?"

"You really think I'm that boring? Not all of us are sociopaths like your uncle." He talks too low and too calm for me. "I'm a man with far more vision than just murder."

"You sure you not worst than Peter?" I'm not in the position for snarky comments but I AM Jocelyn. Can you blame me? "How much vision can a blind man have, anyway?"

He chuckles and faces me once more. "Bold. I like her. How about I just show you?"

Dramatically, he pulls the glasses off of his face and shows me the all red eyes he was hiding. My heart skips a beat even if I am not sure what it means right now. Today isn't going well.

At least my legs aren't feeling so useless right now, and I pull myself to my feet and lean against the wall.

"Pretty, though, not my favorite color."

Another laugh and the glasses are back on and sheilding those rubies he calls eyes. "You are something else."

"I can't wait 'till we win," I say gruffly, sneering at Callie. I wish the dude can see because it kind of takes away my goal.

Callie twists the pipe in Derek even more. We both shout.

"You're killing him!"

"Not yet, Argent," Callie jokes with a small smile. I hate her. And her toes. "It could be five minutes or five hours before its too late to take this thing out."

I might growl but I am the only one in this room who is not a dog.

"What do you want from him?"

"I'm discovering new talents... like Derek." He smirks evilly with his answer, facing Derek again.

"Not interested," Derek groans out simply. "I'm not going to kill my own pack."

"I don't want you to kill all of them, Derek. Just one and you won't have to kill the others."

Derek and I are both silent. I didn't know what to think about his answer. I don't know who to be scared for. My head and heart are pounding. They can probably hear.

"I don't understand why you want to stay beholden to a couple of maladjusted teenagers bound to become a liability. It will be easy...liberating. In fact you could even kill the hunter. How many times has she tried to kill you?"

"I'm not a wolf," I say quickly, looking between them all.

"But you're in his pack."

"He wouldn't."

"But would he? Calm down sweetheart, he wouldn't gain anything from killing you. See, the reason I'm always invested in new talent is simple. We all know a pack is strongest due to its individual parts. The stronger the individual parts, the greater the whole. When I lost my sight, one of my betas assumed I wasn't fit for my role anymore. He tried to take it from me. Killing him taught me something about alphas I didn't know they could do. His power was added to mine. I became stronger, faster, more powerful than I'd ever been. I tested this new ability to subsume the power of your own by killing another one. In fact, Derek, I killed them all. I took the individual parts and became a greater individual whole."

His speech makes me tremble. It is silent besides Derek's grunting. I stare at him and the pipe inside of him. Could he? Isaac's safety is in jeoporady. It's all I can think about.

Duecalion gets down next to Derek and feels his face. "You're right, Kali. He looks like his mother. You'll get to know me, Derek. Like she did."

Derek grunts again. "I know you. I know what you are. You're a fanatic."

Duecalion is on his feet again. He chuckles for the hundreth time today. "Know me? You've never seen anything like me. I am the Alpha of alphas. I am the apex of apex predators! I am death, destroyer of worlds! I am the demon-wolf!"

Duecalion yells every word, his voice getting deeper and more and more veins popping out of his neck. Thunder cracks outside and the glasses Duke wears cracks.

I can't even take life serious anymore. What the fuck is this?

Callie yanks the pipe out of Derek and throws it on the ground. The three of them stroll out of the loft and I do nothing but follow them with my eyes until they are out of sight.

As soon as they are, I run to Derek and pat his face to keep him from passing out.

He coughs blood up and looks me in my eyes. "Pack quicker. Isaac's stuff too."

I want to edit this chapter but I also am lazy. I was gonna fit two in one but it's longer than I thought it was actually going to be. There wasn't a lot of room for Jocelyn moments or Issalyn shipping so sorry for the filler. I think I only need one review though~! next chapter might be a 2 in 1 to make up for it though