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"I'm saying that we need a new plan because next time one of us is going to be too hurt to heal." Derek said, stepping into the abandoned subway train.

Scott and Neris followed him, looking around the empty station.

"I get it. We can't save Jackson." Scott said, leaning against one of the bars.

"We can't seem to kill him either." Derek said as he sat in one of the seats, rubbing his hands together. "I've seen a lot of things, Scott. I've never seen anything like this. And every full moon is just going to make him stronger."

"Then how do we stop him?" Neris said softly.

Derek took in a breath and shook his head. "I don't know. I don't even know if we can."

"Maybe we should let the Argents handle it." Scott carefully suggested.

"No, I'm the one who turned him. It's my fault."

"Yeah, but you didn't turn him into this. This happened because of something in his past, right?"

"It's a legend in a book, it's not that simple."

"Why do I have the feeling there's more to this that you're not telling us?" Neris asked.

Derek looked at her with a hard stare, "Maybe I don't want to discuss pack business with someone who isn't in my pack."

"Hey," Scott interrupted, "If I'm going to be part of your pack then she's part of it too, okay?"

Derek looked like he wanted to strongly disagree, but relented, nodding his head.

"Good; now, what aren't you telling us?"

Derek huffed, "Why do you always think I'm keeping something from you?!"

"Because you always are keeping something from me!"

"Well maybe I do it to protect you."

"Doesn't being part of your pack mean no more secrets?" Scott softly asked.

"Go home, you two." Derek commanded, looking at the ground. "Sleep, heal, make sure your friends are safe. The full moon is coming and with the way things are going, I've got a feeling it's going to be a rough one."

/

The next night, Neris threw some candles and a lighter in her purse and grabbed the little box that held the spirit stone. She fidgeted all the way to the graveyard and hoped that, for whatever reason, Isaac wouldn't be there. It was the only night she could talk to her father. It was his birthday.

She walked up slowly to his tombstone and carefully arranged the candles around her, far enough away so she wouldn't catch fire. After lighting them, she pulled the spirit stone from its container and held it in her hands. Nothing. She heaved in a heavy sigh, and squeezed her eyes shut.

"Come on, dad," she breathed.

"Hi sweetheart."

Her eyes shot open, locking on her dad. She immediately burst into tears, rocking forward on her knees. She felt her dad's arms wrap around her. They were cold, and didn't feel totally solid, but he could hold her there and support her while she cried. He began to gently rub her back, and she attempted to control her sobs.

"I'm so sorry, daddy." She hiccupped. "I'm so sorry."

"Honey, no," he pulled back, brushing away her tears with the pad of his thumb. "It wasn't your fault. You were only a child; you had no idea what you were doing."

She opened her mouth to speak again, but only choked sobs came out.

"Neris, I am so proud of you," he told her, squeezing her arms gently. "You have grown up so much, and you have helped so many people. You need to stop punishing yourself for this."

"I don't know how," she wept.

"Yes, you do. You were young and were unaware of the repercussions. And I don't blame you." He took her head in his hands and pressed his lips against her forehead. "You are my perfect little girl. You made every moment special, and I am so proud of the woman you've become."

"I love you, daddy," she sobbed, wrapping her arms around her dad's waist.

"I love you too, my dear girl." He replied, planting another kiss on her head.

She felt him begin to slip away, and when she looked up she saw what little corporeal form he had was becoming more and more transparent.

"No, dad! Don't go!" She cried, but he faded off into darkness.

She stared at the place where he once had been, partially in shock, before her breath began to quicken and she dissolved into sobs. She curled into a ball on top of her father's grave, bawling as her body shook from the force of her cries. She didn't know how long she had been in that position until she felt warm arms around her, lifting her up into a totally solid embrace.

She looked up through tear dotted lashes, "Stiles?"

"Your mom called me and told me to come here." He replied as he held her, rubbing her back in an effort to calm her sobs. "She told me what you came here to do; saying she knew you were here because she saw the stone missing in your room."

She sobbed quietly, "Thank you for coming."

"Of course I'd come; you're one of my best friends."

"Here," she sniffed, holding the stone out to Stiles. "I want you to borrow it. You can talk to your mom."

Stiles hesitantly took the smooth rock from her palm, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure."

/

Neris toyed with the bubbles the floated on top of her bath, wiggling her toes through the warm soapy water. One of the things she loved about spring break is that she could take as long of a bath that she wanted at any time in the day, and after all that she'd been through she felt like she deserved it. She would've rather been in the pool in the basement so she could stretch out with her tail, but her mother was adamant about not putting the bubble solution in there. Sighing, she scooted further into the water, her neck resting against the edge of the porcelain bathtub.

Just as she was relaxing, she heard a noise outside the bathroom door, like someone was unlocking her balcony door. The problem was it could only unlocked from the outside if someone had keys, and she hadn't heard footfalls inside her bedroom that would suggest it was her mother unlocking it from the inside. She heard the creak of the balcony door opening, footsteps padding on the carpet.

There was a knock on her bathroom door, "Neris?"

She scrunched up her face, "Isaac?"

"Yeah. Can I come in?"

"Uh," she looked down. "I'm in the bathtub."

"Naked?"

"That's generally how you take baths."

"Okay," the door swung open and Isaac sauntered in with a smirk.

"Really?" Neris asked as he closed the door behind him.

"What? I've seen you naked before," he replied, mimicking what she had told him days prior.

She rolled her eyes as he sat next to the tub, "You do realize it's broad daylight out there; someone might've seen you breaking into my room. And besides, shouldn't you be with the rest of your pack waiting for tonight to end? It's a full moon after all."

"Yeah, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Derek said Scott was a part of the pack, but he wasn't going to be with us tonight because he had you to look out for him."

"Yeah," she nodded. "It wasn't so easy when he first turned since I had suppressed my abilities for so long; but, I got more in control of them and if he freaks out I can usually stop him."

"Usually?"

"It's not an exact science." She grinned.

He nodded, "Derek also mentioned that you were part of our pack, too."

"And you're wondering how when I'm not a werewolf." She stated; Isaac nodded in response. She breathed in heavily, screwing up her face in reluctance, "Okay, two conditions for telling you. One, you don't freak out, and two, you don't tell Scott."

"Um, okay."

"Alright, the first thing you need to know is that sirens and werewolves have this…weird relationship with each other. They're both creatures of ancient Greece that are tied to certain forces. Wolves are creatures of the moon, and sirens are creatures of the water, so there's a sort of symbiosis between them. A wolf pack with a siren in it is stronger than a normal wolf pack, just like a siren flock is stronger with a werewolf. All of this, Scott knows."

Isaac nodded, though his expression showed he was reluctant for her to continue.

"The reason why Scott was so adamant about me becoming part of Derek's pack as well is because we have a blood bond." Isaac opened his mouth, but Neris held up a hand. "Please let me finish. If a werewolf or siren use their blood to heal each other, a bond is created. It can range from anything to romantic to dependence to loyalty. Scott's my friend, only my friend," she added for emphasis, "and when I gave my blood to heal him, the bond that was created was of loyalty."

"That doesn't seem all that bad," Isaac told her.

"There's a bit more." She confessed. "There's also what's known as an Alpha bond. It's pretty rare nowadays since we're all so spread out, and it can only be created once. Even if an alpha dies or falls to beta status, the siren will still see that wolf as their alpha. I had already used my blood to heal him, and when he used his to heal me at the ice rink, the Alpha bond was completed."

"So what you're saying is…"

"Scott's my alpha. I wasn't sure at first, but all the signs are there. He's been subconsciously leading me as one, like at the rave when he told me to watch over you. I mean, I would've done it anyways, but he said 'make sure Jackson doesn't get away'; he gave me a direct order as a leader. So, if I had to choose chasing Jackson over staying with you, I would've had to do it. Scott doesn't know this because he never even wanted to be in a pack, much less be the alpha of one."

"Did you do it on purpose?"

"No. I never wanted an alpha; I never even wanted to be in a pack at all. Sometimes it just happens." She reached over and ran a hand through his hair. "Please don't be mad."

"I'm not," he told her, sincerely. "Though, I am thinking about what kind of bond we'd have."

Neris chuckled, "Well, let's hope one of us gets seriously injured and the other has to heal them."

"Deal," Isaac grinned, pulling her in for a kiss.

His hands cupped her cheeks as their lips moved in a slow rhythm. She threaded her fingers through his hair, massaging the base of his skull gently. He moaned softly against her lips as he pressed his lips against hers, deepening the kiss, his fingers tangling in her hair, pulling it slightly out of the messy bun it had been in.

She lifted herself slightly out of the soapy water, wrapping her arms around Isaac's shoulders as he flicked his tongue against her lips. As she allowed him access, he rose off his knees, one hands trailing down her spine and coming to a rest just below her shoulder blades. Their tongues gently swirled with each other, and Neris felt herself getting lost in the kiss until she felt a sharp pain where Isaac's hand was.

"Ow," she pulled back. "What the –"

Isaac lifted the hand that had been resting on her skin; his claws had come out. "Neris, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to."

"I know; it's the full moon." She pressed her lips to his softly. "Get back to Derek. It's going to be a rough night."

He nodded, pressing his lips to hers one final time, before walking out of her bathroom.

/

Neris was apparently one of the first ones to arrive at the party. There were a few people there, but not the normal attendance rate one would expect form Lydia's party. She caught up with Stiles and Scott as they were walking through the house towards the patio.

"Have you seen Jackson anywhere?" Stiles asked, directing his question to Scott.

"No." He replied. "Have you seen Allison?"

"No; we should probably tell her what we found."

"Still kinda not sure what we found."

"We figured it had something to do with water. You know, the fact that all the victims were on the swim team. The way the Kanima reacted around the pool."

"So, whoever is controlling the Kanima really hates the swim team." Neris stated, still not understanding the connection.

"Hated the swim team." Stiles corrected. "Specifically the 2006 swim team. So, it could be another teacher, maybe, like, a student back them. I mean, who are we missing? What haven't we thought of?"

"It's ironic that Jackson's now killing them, what with him being the captain of the current one and all." She mused.

Allison climbed up the stairs from the pool area up to the patio to meet up with the three. "Uh, Jackson's not here." She told them.

"Yeah. No one's here." Stiles scanned the pool area.

"Maybe it's just early." Scott assumed.

"Or, maybe nobody's coming because Lydia's turned into the town wack-job." Stiles said.

"We have to do something, because we've completely ignored her for the past two weeks." Allison said.

"She's completely ignored Stiles the past ten years." Scott countered.

"I prefer to think of it as me not having been on her radar yet." Stiles responded.

"We don't owe her a party." Scott told Allison.

"What about the chance to get back to normal?" Allison asked.

"Normal?"

"Allison's right." Neris agreed. "She wouldn't be the town wack-job if it wasn't for us."

"I guess I could use my co-captain status to get the lacrosse team here." Scott sighed.

"Yeah, I also know some people who could get this thing going." Stiles said, whipping out his cell phone. "Like, really going."

"Who?" Allison asked.

"I met them the other night. Let's just say they know how to party."

The people Stiles had been referring to were the queens he had met at Jungle, and in turn they brought along a number of their friends. It wasn't long before the party was in full swing. Neris was leaning against a column on the patio as Stiles and Scott stood next to her. Scott, as always, was watching Allison.

"Are you going to apologize to Allison or what?" Stiles asked.

"Why should I apologize?" Scott asked, dumbfounded.

Neris rolled her eyes, clicking her nails against the glass of her drink. "Because you're the guy. It's what you do."

"But I didn't do anything wrong."

"Well then you should definitely apologize," she laughed lightly. "Anytime a guy thinks he hasn't done anything wrong, it means he's definitely done something wrong."

"I'm not apologizing." Scott said, sitting up.

"Is that the full moon talking, buddy?" Stiles asked, sipping his drink.

"Probably." Scott nodded. "Why do you care anyway?"

"Because, Scott, something's gotta go right here. I mean, we're getting our asses royally kicked if you hadn't noticed. People are dying, I got my dad fired, you're going to be held back in school, I'm in love with a nut-job, Neris is dating the enemy –"

"We're not dating and he's not the enemy," Neris interjected, rolling her eyes.

"And," Stiles ignored the interruption, "if on top of all that I have to watch you lose Allison to a stalker like Matt, I'm going to stab myself in the face."

Scott stood up quickly. "Don't stab yourself in the face."

"Why not?" Stiles asked.

"Because Jackson's here." He replied.

The other two looked over to see Jackson walk out onto the patio. Lydia moved towards him, handed him a drink and spoke to him a little, and then returned to where she had been standing. Jackson started at the three teens intently, unblinking, as he raised the glass to his lips and took a drink.

/

Neris walked through the house, trying to see where Jackson had disappeared to, when she caught sight of a man staring intently at her. Her breath caught in her throat as he stared at her, his glare deepening into anger. She recognized him immediately. Tall, muscular build with broad shoulders and fiery red hair.

"Hello, Neris." He said darkly.

"How are you here?" She asked shakily.

"Why? Because I should be in prison?" He stalked towards her. "It's your fault I was put there in the first place. You and your little song."

"What are you talking abo –"

"Don't!" He cut her off, jabbing a finger into her chest. "Don't play that game with me, little girl. I know what you are. Your daddy may have forgiven you, but I haven't." He lifted up a knife, pressing the tip into her neck. "I'm going to mount your head on my wall once I've cut it off your neck. A nice trophy, don't you think?"

He reared back with the knife, and Neris braced herself, preparing to fight back, but in a blink he was gone. She looked around frantically, her eyes darting around. Nothing was out of place. There was no sight of him at all. As her breathing slowly calmed, Neris looked at the drink in her hand.

"Have I been drugged?"

She looked around for her friends, abandoning the punch for the safer option of a water bottle. When she found Scott he was leaning over Stiles, who was acting dazed, trying to thrust a water bottle in his face. She rushed over to him.

"Did you see stuff too?" She asked Scott, standing behind him.

"Yeah," he confirmed. "I think it was the punch."

"Yeah, me too."

"Stiles. Look at me." Scott returned his attentions to Stiles, "Drink the water. Stiles, drink it! Something's happening and I need you to sober up right now. Come on, Stiles."

"What do you think you're doing?" Danielle, one of their classmates, asked as she leaned against the paved edge of the hot tub. "You want to sober him up fast, that's not the way to do it."

"You can do better?"

"I can do best, boy," She grabbed Stiles' arm, gripping her other hand on the back of his neck, and dunked him in the pool. After a moment she pulled him up. "How do you feel?"

"Like I might have to revisit my policy on hitting a girl." Stiles seethed, blowing water out of his mouth.

"He's sober." She chirped, Scott and Neris looking at her impressed.

The three now-sober teens began to scour the house, looking for Lydia so she would give them answers as to why people were acting like they were high.

"Hey. I can't find her." Stiles said coming up to Scott.

"I can't find her, either." Neris said as she bounced up to them.

"And anyone who drank that crap; they're freaking out." Stiles said.

Neris looked on as various people began to jump in the pool, some being thrown in.

"I can see that." Scott said, eyes wide.

"What the hell do we do?" Stiles asked.

"I don't know, but we got –" Scott trailed off, hearing someone's desperate pleas soar over the crowd.

"I can't swim! I can't –"

The rest was cut off by a splash as Neris watched Matt being thrown into the pool. Acting purely on instinct she threw off her jacket and dove in after him. She grabbed his waist as she surfaced beside him.

"Matt," she said, trying to calm him. "Matt, I've got you. You're okay." Matt began to relax slightly in her grip. "Okay, I'm going to move you towards the edge."

He nodded and she shifted her body to propel him to the side. A hand stuck out and Matt grasped it, pulling him up onto the patio. Once he was on his feet, the same hand was offered to Neris. She took it, and climbed out of the pool only to be met with Jackson's blank stare.

"Thanks," Matt said gruffly, glaring at all those who didn't help.

"No problem," Neris nodded, walking back to Scott and Stiles.

"What are you looking at?" Matt glowered at the crowd before beginning to stalk off, pausing only when he saw Scott, Stiles and Neris looking at him with confused and horrified expressions.

He walked past them, glaring in return, before pushing his way through the rest of the crowd. Sirens permeated the air, and there were yells of the partygoers for everyone to leave. Scott handed Neris her jacket as she, Scott and Stiles followed after Matt. She bounded up to Scott, who had stopped in front of a police car outside the house, just in time to see Matt standing there, shivering, the Kanima by his side as it wrapped its long tail around Matt's legs. She blinked and they disappeared.