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Chapter Thirty-Six

Raving

Chapter Soundtrack (yes, soundtrack): Sweet Nothing (Diplo/GT Remix), The Night Out (Madeon Remix) by Martin Solveig, Bangarang by Skrillex, We Must Be Killers by Mikky Ekko, In Love by Amtrac, If I l Lose Myself (Alesso Remix) by OneRepublic

Scott unlocked the door to the Beacon Hills Animal Clinic. Dogs immediately started barking, feeling the affects of three werewolves and one, well…half wolf, entering the building.

"What's he doing here?" Scott seethed at the sight of Isaac entering alongside Derek and I.

"I need him." Derek simply answered.

"I don't trust him." Scott openly admitted, anger evident in his voice.

"Yeah, well, he doesn't trust you either." Why were we talking in the third person?

"And Derek really doesn't care!" Derek, clearly annoyed, said to stop the fighting.

"Play nice, boys." I rang, walking past the three. Was I the only mature one here?

"I thought we agreed that you'd stay out of this?" Scott asked me.

"Yeah, well change of plans." I replied. Scott rolled his eyes. Come on I couldn't be left out of everything!

"Now where's the vet? Is he going to help us or not?"

"That depends." My heart jumped inside my chest. Deaton appeared, watching us while leaning against the doorway leading into the back. When did he even get there? God this man was sooo creepy sometimes. "Your friend Jackson. Are we planning to kill him or save him?"

"Save him." Scott and I simultaneously said at the same time Derek said 'kill him'. I looked to my boyfriend, sending off a signature death glare, as did Scott.

"Save him." Scott corrected the Alpha. Derek huffed with an eye roll, looking to Deaton defeated.

"Save him." I told the vet with a nod. Deaton, satisfied with our plan, led us back to the room where months ago, we saved Derek from dying at the hands of a wolfsbane bullet. Ha, that was when everything was simple. There was no Kanima or crazy hunter grandpa's out to get us or my own mind being haunted, it was only psycho Kate and just as psycho killer Alpha Peter. Those were the days. The five of us positioned ourselves around the table, I took a stance next to Derek. Deaton took out a rack filled with spice containers and placed it on the cold, metal table top. Isaac reached forward to touch it, but Derek grabbed his hand away.

"Watch what you touch." Derek fatherly-like warned his Beta. How cute.

"Soo," Isaac leaned down on his elbows onto the table as Deaton shuffled through the magic spices…herbs…whatever they were, "are you some kind of witch?"

"No. I'm a veterinarian."

"Oh." The young Beta disappointedly said.

"Unfortunately I don't see anything here that's going to be an effective defense against a paralytic toxin." Deaton sighed, putting down a bottle of dark brown powder.

"We're open for suggestions." Derek quietly said.

"Like any. I'd prefer not to get killed this week." I added.

"What about an affective offense?"

"I nearly ripped its head off. Argent emptied an entire clip into it. The thing just gets back up." Derek told Deaton who looked severely confused.

"Has it shown any weaknesses?" Deaton wondered. The wrinkles on his forehead were pulled into a tight line.

"Water. It can't swim." I shook my head.

"Does that go for Jackson as well?"

"With him being captain of the swim team, I'd think not." I sighed. This was going to be complicated.

"Essentially you're trying to catch two people." Deaton turned around and rummaged for something in a drawer and came back. "A puppet." He held up an antique object symbolizing something supernatural. "And a puppeteer." He put the object onto the table. "One killed the husband but one had to take care of the wife. Do we know why?" We shook our heads.

"I don't think Jackson could do it. His mother died pregnant to and she was maybe murdered."

"That would explain the Kanima myth." I butted in.

"He couldn't let the same thing happen to someone else."

"How do you know its not part of the rules? The Kanima kills murderers if Jackson kills the wife then the baby dies too." The wife must have and the baby was innocent.

"Does that mean your father was a murderer?" Scott bluntly asked. I gave Scott a quick look of shock that he'd be so open to ask something like that knowing Isaac's past.

"Wouldn't surprise me if he was." Isaac announced, pain evident in his voice. My heart felt a pang of sympathy for the boy. He didn't deserve someone like his father in his life.

"The book says they're bonded, right?" Deaton asked. Derek nodded. That's when an idea sparked in my head, and Deaton noticed it forming.

"What if the Kanima's water fear is coming from whoever's controlling him?" I realized. Deaton nodded quickly.

"What if something that affects the Kanima," he unscrewed a bottle of black powdery herbs, and began pouring it in a circle around the silver antique object, "also affects its master?"

"Meaning what?" Isaac wondered.

"Meaning we can catch them." I announced. My eyes shifted from looking at the object surrounded with ash then to Isaac, a smirk on my lips. "Both of them."

"There's got to be another way to get tickets, right?" Scott asked as we piled out of Stiles' Jeep the next morning. I was less than thrilled it was another day of school. I couldn't think about schoolwork right now with all that was going on and spring break only being six hours out of my reach. I could taste the sweet freedom, it was so close.

"It's a secret show and there's only one way, it's a secret."

"Thank you, Einstein." I rolled my eyes, slinging my bag over my shoulder.

"Hey!" A voice called. The three of us turned to see Matt heading our way.

"Hey." I genuinely smiled. I was glad to see he was okay and at school. "Any of you guys know why no one's getting suspended after what happened the other day at school?" He wondered.

"Just forget about it, okay? No one got hurt." Stiles told him. Uhh, no Stiles. Matt received a concussion and Erica came out with a major seizure and a broken arm…okay, which yeah, was given by Derek but still!

"I had a concussion!" Matt argued.

"Well nobody got seriously hurt!" Wrong again, Stiles.

"I was in the ER for six hours!" Matt complained. Maybe it was time for me to step in and you know, be the voice of reason in this argument.

"Hey, do you want to know the truth, Matt? Your little bump on the head," Stiles crouched down and put his hand right above the sidewalk, "is about this high on our list of problems now!" Okay it was time for me to step in. I reached down and picked Stiles up so he stood straight.

"What Stiles means is…are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine now. So Scott, you didn't get any tickets last night either?"

"Are they still selling?"

"Nah but I managed to get three online. You should keep trying. But now that I think of it, Kat." He shuffled through his pocket and handed me a small, rectangular piece of white paper. "Cough it up. Seventy five."

"And I thought you liked me," I sarcastically laughed, pulling a wad of cash out of my pocket. We exchanged the money and Matt handed me the ticket.

"Later." He said, smiling. Stiles and Scott stared at me in shock.

"How'd you…"

"What?" Stiles shrieked.

"Unlike you boys I know how to pull some strings." I winked, turning on my heel and walking away.

"I don't like him." Stiles shook his head.

"And he doesn't like you either." I called back.

"You do know you have a boyfriend, right?" Scott asked as him and Stiles rushed up to me as I strutted away.

"No! Really?" I feigned shock.

"What is this some kind of cheating scandal on Derek?" Stiles asked.

"Aww, looks like you found out my plan." I stopped in my tracks and put my hands in the air as if I was caught red handed. "No you idiots. We're friends. Friends do that for each other. He asked me if I wanted a ticket the other day. I told him I changed my mind."

"He so likes you." Scott laughed.

"And Allison. He likes Allison too. In fact, if I don't recall I remember him telling me that the two of them were going to the rave together." Scott's eyes bulged out of their sockets. "Whoops, did I let that slip?" I cocked my head. "My bad." I grinned, walking away.

After the long, boring day at school, I found myself at Deaton's once more. This time, with Stiles and Scott. Derek was off at his lair preparing his Beta's for tonight's plan at the rave. Scott and Stiles had managed to score tickets thanks to Isaac, who literally beat them from two guys.

"Ketamine." I blankly said, looking at the small vile Deaton held in one hand. In the other he held an empty syringe.

"Get close enough to Jackson, it should slow him down enough to buy you sometime." Deaton picked up a bottle of that same ashy black stuff I saw yesterday night. "This is what you'll use to create the barrier. This part is for you, Stiles. Only you."

"Uhhh, that sounds like a lot of pressure. Can we find a maybe slightly less pressure filled task for me? Maybe give this one to Katherine?" I reached forward to grab the bottle but Peter appeared beside Deaton.

"Don't touch it." I looked to him. "I mean, unless you want yourself to be in agonizing pain then go right ahead." He smiled. "We can't touch that stuff when it's bonded in a complete circle. It's like an invisible wall." Peter explained. Why was I joined into this?

"Katherine was bit by a werewolf, she isn't allowed to touch any of that. It could react…badly."

"What is it?" I wondered.

"It's from the mountain ash tree which is believed by many cultures to protect against the supernatural. This office is lined with ashwood, making it difficult for someone like Scott to cause me any trouble." Deaton smiled. Ah, so this was the mountain ash I've heard about before. Now the mystery black magic powder had a name.

"Okay so then what? I spread this around the whole building and either Jackson or whoever's controlling him can't cross it?"

"They'll be trapped." Deaton nodded.

"Not to hard." I encouraged Stiles.

"Think of it like gun powder. It's just powder until a spark ignites it."

"You mean like I've got to light myself on fire? I don't think I'm up for that."

"Let me try a different analogy, I used to golf. I learned that the best golfers never swing until first imagining where they want the ball to go. They see it in their mind and the mind takes over. It can be pretty extraordinary what the force of your own will can accomplish" Wow Deaton, that was deep.

"Touching." I commented.

"Force of will." Stiles went for it with a quiet sigh.

"Hey! If this is going to work Stiles, you have to believe it." He used the hand motions and everything. Oh God.

"This isn't some Disney movie, Deaton. This is reality and believing in crap like that, isn't going to work."

"You don't have to believe it Katherine, only Stiles."

I climbed out of Stiles' jeep dawning a black high waisted mini, cropped black lace tank top, and a pair of black high heels that surprisingly didn't hurt my feet as bad as I thought they would. My dark brunette hair was styled into soft curls that lightly bounced with me as I walked.

"You okay?" I asked Stiles as he grabbed a garbage bag full of mountain ash from his trunk. The car ride with Scott and him was uncomfortable to say the least. Uncomfortable car rides with the two were rare, but it was mainly Stiles doing this. The usually over-talkative, hyperactive teen hadn't said a word the whole ride over, even when Scott and I tried to make conversation with each other.

"Yeah." I couldn't tell by his voice that he wasn't. There was something up, and I was going to get to the bottom of it.

"Help me with the other bag?" Stiles quietly asked Scott.

"I can't, Deaton said you had to do it alone."

"Okay this plan is really starting to suck." Stiles sighed, running a hand over his buzzed cut hair.

"No, not here! Not now!" Scott whispered and ran off as Stiles called for him.

"Plan officially sucks!" Stiles cried and turned back to me. "Help me with the other bag." I reached into his car and grabbed the top and bottom of the garbage bag for less than a second until I hissed out in pain, retracting my hands back.

"What? What happened?"

"It burned." I looked at my red hands.

"I wasn't going to say I told you so…but I told you so." Peter gloated from sitting in the backseat of the Jeep.

"Go away." I growled at him.

"Who are you talking to? Me?" Stiles looked offended. "What did I do?"

"No. Peter." I sighed.

"He's here? Right now?"

"Of course, Stiles." Peter chuckled; appearing so he was leaning against Stiles' jeep.

"This is all to confusing." I shook my head, shaking out the hallucination of Peter.

"I had a feeling you could see him. You know, I figured it out at the library before we got attacked."

"Yeah, I can see him. Unfortunately." I paused, "What's wrong?" I changed subjects.

"Nothing." He was back to the same tone. He was lying.

"Stiles, I know you're lying."

"What, is Peter telling you that to?" Wow, attitude check.

"No. My best friend intuition is."

"We'll talk about it later," he checked the watch on his wrist, "you need to find Derek." I suddenly hugged him.

"Whenever you feel like opening up, I'm here." I pursed my lips and took off. I finally found the beta's and their Alpha waiting in a back ally. We had a plan, as much as Derek hated it. Erica, Isaac, and I would take down Jackson. The plan needed to go perfectly or else Jackson would be as vengeful as ever.

"Finally, let's go we've been waiting." Erica complained, her and Isaac walking ahead to meet me.

"Go ahead, but don't go inside. Wait for me, I need to talk to Derek. " I ordered.

"What? Hell no! I've been waiting forever now!"

"Erica, listen to me for once."

"Listen Katherine," she began but stopped as soon as Derek growled at her. With an annoyed 'fine' her and Isaac left for the entrance, leaving me with Boyd and Derek.

"Promise me you both will stay out of the way. There's way to much stuff going on tonight."

"No. I don't promise anything."

"Derek." I growled. Boyd and his attention were taken away from me.

"Argent." Derek whispered. Perfect. I turned around from the two wolves and began walking forward.

"Katherine!" Derek barked.

"Trust me, I have a plan." I smiled looking straight onto the oncoming group of hunters. I focused my senses on everything. I could hear the hunters footsteps and clacking of their weapons. I could hear the remix of a Florence And The Machine Song blaring inside the club and screams of happy, drugged up teenagers somewhere nearby. My eyes focused in on the men walking towards us and stared at each and every one of them. It was go time. The hunters emerged from the ally, Chris Argent as their leader.

"Katherine. I should have expected you to be with them."

"Should have expected you here to kill Jackson."

"I'm surprised you're not hiding the Kanima's identity."

"Why bother hiding something you already know?" Chris' focus turned to Derek, who was now right beside me with Boyd.

"Derek, back off." Chris warned

"Back off? That's really all you got, I've got to be honest Chris, I was really expecting more from the big bad veteran werewolf hunter." Derek said with a smile. Chris just smirked.

"Okay then. How about didn't anybody ever tell you not to bring claws to a gun fight?" All his back up hunters pulled out and aimed their guns at us.

"That-that one sounded pretty good." Boyd stuttered.

"Are you really going to shoot two innocent werewolves and a human? If I don't remember you were the one to save me when your sister almost did the same."

"Yeah well, that was before you were bit by an Alpha." All the breath was let out of my lungs. My face paled considerably.

"Crap." He thought I was a wolf. They all started shooting at us. We tried fighting them at first, which probably was a bad idea. Derek and Boyd were punching at several different hunters while I took one of them down myself. The one advantage of having Peter inside my head was knowing how to fight—I wasn't some poor little girl needing to be saved. I knew how to help myself while Derek was busy trying to kill people…for good reasons. I slapped the hunters face with my fist and he swung for my neck while I kicked him in the leg with the point of my heels.

"Hasn't anyone ever told you not to hit a girl?" I growled. I took his arm and bent it backwards, hearing something definitely crack. My hands finally flashed over to the hunters head, forcing it to the side and roughly hitting the pressure point so he fell to the floor knocked out. Okay, so who's next?

Derek grabbed my arm and tore me away. Whaatt—Derek you weren't next. The Alpha finally dragged me behind a dumpster. Boyd was beside him and we were all breathing heavily, exhausted from the still-going fight.

"This," Boyd stopped to take a breath, "this isn't happening." Bullets were ricocheting, hitting the metal dumpster and the walls and we were quivering behind said dumpster.

"They're breaking the code." I yelled, feeling angrier and more fired up than ever.

"This is why you needed to leave." Derek hissed back.

"Why? So I'd miss all the fun?" I smirked, my eyes glimmering red as I stared at Derek. He groaned. Boyd caught the sight of my eyes and to stumbled on his words as he stared at me.

"Not now." He yelled. A break in fire occurred. Boyd went out from cover while Derek jumped up and rolled off the top of the dumpster. They begin fighting the hunters and not that well either may I add. Derek, fighting off his game tonight, got shot with two tasers and began pulling on the wire leads. He was struggling. It was time for myself to intervene. I emerged from behind the dumpster and grabbed a gun from a passed out hunter. Taking the gun, I slammed it across the back of one of the hunter's head that was attack Derek. The hunter fell to the ground, passing out. Derek took care of the other one, pulling him down to the pavement and giving him a severe concussion as his skull came in contact with the rock hard cement.

"I told you not now, Peter." He growled.

"That one was all me." I dropped the gun onto the ground. Derek looked at me, seeing my eyes were normal and everything I had just did to save him was me. Not his uncle. He shook out of his thoughts.

"Go, we've got this handled." Derek ordered.

"I'll tell you when we get Jackson." For once I listened and ran off to find Erica and Isaac. The two Beta's were standing outside the club entrance.

"Do you realize how long you take?" Erica asked with attitude.

"Well, being that we just had a little run in with the Argent's I'm surprised it wasn't longer. Be lucky you weren't there." I explained with a fake smile.

"Fair enough." Isaac nodded. The blonde bitch shut up and from there, we entered the club.

Strobes and colorful lights were flashing as we entered the rave. A Martin Solveig song was blaring over the speakers so loud I could barely hear my own thoughts. My eardrums vibrated along with my brain rattling inside my skull. Seas of hundreds of peoples danced and jumped around to the music. Girls were scantily dressed while boys were covered in glowing jewelry. Fog machines were rolling, giving the room an eerie glow. An as much as I hated all of this, I kind of loved it.

Minutes later, Scott pulled Isaac aside and explained how to use the Ketamine syringe. Erica and I came up with a plan to distract Jackson, which unfortunately involved touching him.

Ew. Touching Jackson. Ugh, the things I did for my werewolf boys.

Erica and I finally made our way over to Jackson, seductive looks plastered on our faces. We began dancing with him suggestively. I touched his face, then behind his ear, and my hand ran down his back and my body was touching against his. Jackson's head went for my neck and my heart beat sped up, feeling like he'd tear my throat out. Instead, I could feel his lips brush over the skin and finally his tongue left a wet trail from the bottom of my neck all the way up to my ear.

Pretend this is Derek, I silently preached. Pretend this is Derek!

Isaac jointed in at some point and before I knew it, Jackson brought the claws out and brought us down. Well, not all of us. He scratched Isaac and Erica and they dragged me down with them accidentally. As we landed on the floor, I realized Isaac's hands were empty. The syringe! Where was the syringe? I finally spotted it as it got kicked by a brightly colored shoe and went sliding across the floor.

"No!" I shrieked. Someone was going to step on it and the whole plan would be ruined! Isaac and I went after it as quickly as possible and finally my fingers wrapped around it and snatched it. I scurried off the floor before someone crushed me and rushed over to where Jackson was slowly walking. From behind, I lunged and stabbed him in the main vein in his neck. And it felt good.

"That's for almost drowning me." I whispered into his ear in a condemning, badass voice. His eyes rolled over so you could see the whites of them and thank God, Isaac came and took over seeing that I couldn't hold up Jackson's weight.

"I'm gonna find Scott." I yelled to him as he caught Jackson, his limp body was falling over. Immediately my eyes began searching the overly crowded room. I was getting claustrophobic and in dire need of air and I needed to find an exit ASAP. And there it was, an exit…with Scott ducking underneath it. Perfect.

"Scott, wait." I called, ducking under the large warehouse doors. Scott was in the middle of the street, and looked at me. I rushed over to him, my heels clicking on the pavement. But before any word could come out of my mouth about how we caught Jackson, a pair of headlights came right for us. Scott barely had time to block me with his own body as the headlights got closer and closer. I felt a strong force hit my body, and then another as I fell against the wet, cold pavement. The last thing I heard was the sound of tires screeching against the road and then pain overtook every bit of feeling in my body.

My eyes slowly inched open as I felt pain hit me like a ton of bricks. But the thing was, it wasn't the pain of whatever knocked me out. It was a different pain—one originating in my lungs. I coughed and opened my eyes to see Scott lying on his stomach on a short, wooden table. I was leaning slouched against a wall.

"Scott?" I whispered. There was no way that voice belonged to me. It was hoarse and weak. Scott never answered, he was passed out.

"Good, you're up." Victoria Argent evily smiled I hadn't even seen her! She walked over and crouched down beside me.

"Mrs. Argent?" I coughed.

"That innocent voice. How sweet, Katherine."

"What," I coughed, "what happened?" I paused. "I-I got hit by a car."

"Yes, my car."

"You hit me with your car?"

"Of course."

"Why…why me?"

"Don't play the innocent card. You know, for a wolf I thought'd you be a bit smarter."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm not dumb, Katherine. But you are. That silly little fight involving you, Scott, Jackson, and somehow Allison. I saw you when you came out of the locker room. Those eyes. There are cameras in school, Katherine. And they happened to catch those bright red eyes of yours. I don't know why anyone would have thought you wouldn't turn after an Alpha but you. That was one big mistake Chris made when he told us you hadn't turned, you were human. But now we see the true you."

"Mrs. Argent," I coughed, "you don't understand."

"Oh, I understand completely." She stood up and kicked me in the side with her heel. I yelled out in pain as she hit the exact spot I had been bitten. I had highly doubted anyone had heard me over the blaring music in the club. I was done for.

"Those bites heal pretty fast, don't they?" She maniacally giggled but stopped when she realized that Scott began waking up. "Looks like its time," she smiled.

"Katherine?" Scott noticed me. His voice was just as hoarse as mine.

"You both probably recognize this devise. Pot used to be smoked in a rolled up piece of paper. These days it seems that all you kids are given a free vaporizer with your medicinal marijuana card." Victoria lifted a vile to her nose and smelled it with a smile. "This type of wolfsbane is one of my favorites." She smelled it again. "Lovely smell. You both probably won't think so." She plugged the vile into the vaporizer and turned it on.

"What are you doing?" Scott asked.

"Isn't it obvious? Killing you. It's going to look like an accident, like you had an asthma attack and couldn't get to your inhaler in time wile you," she turned to me, "overdosed. Wolfsbane can be turned into a drug you know. A very dangerous drug." Was every Argent evil? God why was everyone in that damn family trying to kill me? The next thing I know Allison's going to be waving a bow and arrow in my face.

"Stop." Scott's fangs and golden eyes came out.

"To late, looks like it's working." Victoria maliciously smiled. Scott looked as if he was suffocating, just as I was as we both inhaled the wolfsbane-tainted air. Scott's nails scratched against the wood he was on as he tried to get the strength to get up. Victoria stood up from the chair she was on.

"Eh, eh, eh." She lifted her heels up to Scott's stomach and kicked him off the table.

"Stop" I quietly cried, my throat feeling tight. Scott landed on his back.

"Alpha, beta, but what are you Scott? Omega. Don't you know the lone wolf never survives without a pack? I've heard the cry of an Omega, it's a miserable sound. Howl of a lone wolf." Victoria scoffed, and then there was a pause as she watched Scott. "What? What is it?" Victoria asked Scott as he tried to muster up his voice.

"I'm, I'm not alone." And all the sudden a loud howl came out of Scott's mouth. It shook my bones and spine, and burned my spiral. His howl ended in a painful scream. Seconds later I could feel my eyes turn red as Peter, inside of me, tried to claw out. Even with Peter inside my mind, and me not turning from the bite I was technically part wolf if the wolfsbane was affecting me this bad. This was all to confusing. My eyes hazily focus on Peter who was sitting in the same position as me across the room—slouched against the wall just as I was.

"Katherine, you need to leave. You need to get up strength and leave." He begged. The room was foggy from the wolfsbane vapor, it was hard to see him.

"Why should I help you?" I whispered, a quiet cough coming from my throat.

"Because I am you." He disappeared. God damn it Peter stop messing with my head!

"Hallucinating already? I didn't know that could happen to an Alpha." Victoria chuckled. My eyes returned back to normal but Victoria managed to see them up close and personal. My head lulled back and my eyes closed. I couldn't keep them open much longer. My lungs were burning as if I was drowning. My throat felt like it was set on fire. When my eyes reopened Victoria had disappeared. I watched the door to the room we held in slam open, Derek barging through.

"Derek." I weakly said, looking over to him with dull eyes and tilted head. Though he heard me, he was to taken aback by the smell of wolsbane to run and save me. Before I could yell out a warning, Victoria came up behind him and stabbed him and they began fighting. I could hear Derek's growls rip through the air. My eyes closed and reopened to see Peter once again sitting across the room.

"Katherine, you need to get out of here, now!" He demanded.

"I'm sorry, Peter, I can't. And if that means I'm going to get rid of you, then so be it." Finally, I closed my eyes and the world around me disappeared.

Later that night, Derek sat quietly on a bench while my head rested on his lap. Scott was finishing being stitched up on a table by Dr. Deaton. We were both still passed out, recovering from severe wolfsbane poisoning. It was bad, both Derek and Deaton knew it.

"Thank you." Derek quietly said to Deaton as he exited the room. His hand made its way over to my side, comforting my resting body. He had saved us, though since we were still passed out we didn't know that. Scott and I still thought we were dead. After Scott had let out a howl of where him and I were being held, Derek's mind had gone completely and utterly blank. Every thought he had about capturing Jackson and the Kanima master vanished in a split second. There was one thought that dominated everything—and that was getting to me. After being stabbed and fighting the somewhat unbeatable Victoria Argent, he took a chunk out of her shoulder. He was going to get hell for that one. Biting the wife of a hunter, yeah, not his best idea. But it was what he had to do. He had heard me scream, but he thought it had something to do Jackson. And Derek knew that I had Isaac and Erica by my side to protect me. Not so much. Derek didn't know the full story of what happened or why Victoria took both Scott and I, but he was going to find out sooner or later.

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