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"Bull-fucking-shit" Kayla scoffed loudly as she glanced at Peter skeptically, knowing he was sprouting a bunch of lies, "bull shit, you're lying"

"I'm not lying" Peter claimed as he folded his arms across his broad chest, cocking his head to the side to stare at her with his piercing blue eyes, "what makes you think I'm being dishonest with you?"

"You're you" she deadpanned, "I don't believe a word that comes outta your mouth"

He smirked, his eyes cool and calm, "you're cautious, wary, untrusting... you get that from me you know" she clenched her jaw so tight she could almost feel it crack, biting back a snarky reply, "you have more of me in you than your mother - like father like daughter"

Her stomach churned at that, her glare intensifying, "I'm nothing like you"

"Sure you are kiddo, you just don't want to see it" he smirked so calmly and arrogantly like he knew he was getting under her skin, "that's why I'm surprised no one figured it out sooner that you're mine, it is rather obvious"

"Oh yeah?' She challenged, jutting her chin out as she crossed her arms angrily, "what's our imaginary similarities then because I would love to know" she commented sarcastically, well aware Cora was watching the two suspiciously and Stiles was gnawing on his bottom lip nervously, like he knew all hell would break loose.

"First off? That" He nodded down to her arms that were crossed exactly like his, right arm folded over the left one and she glanced down subconsciously before dropping her arms, huffing at herself angrily.

"Just shut up" she grumbled, "you're still lying - Derek would never give Paige the bite willingly without some persuasion" her eyebrow cocked at him, "in the form of you"

"Me?" He scoffed, "why would I want Derek's teenage crush to become a werewolf?"

She was still trying to figure that out but something didn't add up, she was sure about that. There was something fishy about the way Peter told the story, like he knew it too well, like it was made up... Or at least some of it was.

"Because you're sadistic... Maybe you wanted her to die. Maybe you wanted Derek to turn into someone he wasn't, I wouldn't put it past you"

"You have a vivid imagination Kay"

"Kayla" she snapped angrily, "to you it's Kayla got it?!"

He put his hands up in mock surrender, looking like he was holding back a smile, "I'm telling the truth whether you choose to believe it or not"

"Highly unlikely" she glared so fiercely she felt her eyes start glowing that dark dangerous green which was enough to make anyone backtrack, even Peter.

"... Okay" Stiles had interrupted, gently taking her hand in his grasp and tugging her back a couple of steps to stand next to his side, "no killing each other, the last thing we need is some more blood shed"

It didn't stop her glaring at Peter though, her fiery gaze smouldering burning holes through his own making the tension in the room spike to an all time high.

"It makes sense" Cora spoke up making Kayla switch her glare from her psychopathic father to her gullible cousin, "he felt guilty about it, started sleeping with Kate... Maybe Paige is the reason Derek is so closed off... Maybe Paige is the reason he wanted so badly to be an Alpha, so he could make sure no one else died"

She was still angry, hence her bitter words, "yeah and look how well that turned out. Ever since he's been an Alpha all people have done is died"

"Touché"

"Shut up" she directed to Peter, "seriously shut up, no one wants to hear your voice"

Apparently she was wrong. "So if Paige died before the fire, why didn't we know about it?" Cora asked, directing her gaze to Peter curiously making Kayla's blood boil - how in gods name could she be falling for his lies? "We were only, what? Eight? Nine?"

"Derek's good at keeping secrets" Peter answered, "after all he is a Hale, that's what we do best"

Stiles must've sensed her annoyance and frustration because he tightened his grip around her palm, his fingers rubbing circles on the back of her hand, the silent message being 'it's okay, stay calm, don't let them get to you'. She was trying so fucking hard but it wasn't easy, her anger these days was getting harder and harder to keep in check and if it wasn't for Stiles calming her down then she would have already leaped across the room and bashed his face in. Anything just to get him to stop talking.

"He could've talked to me" Cora mumbled, "I'm his sister"

"And I'm his uncle and he didn't want to talk to me after it happened, despite how close we were"

"And I'm fucking Santa Claus, get over it" she muttered sarcastically, "reality check - Derek didn't talk to you-" she glanced at Cora, "-because you were nine fucking years old, all you cared about back then was cookies and climbing trees and then let's not forget you were 'dead' for seven years, what was he supposed to do? Pray to the dead and you'll just magically hear? No, and you-" she switched her glare to Peter, "-you're a manipulative liar that coaxed him into giving Paige the bite, I'm sure about it, no wonder he didn't want to talk to you, any of us. Derek has no trust and I always thought it was because of Kate, because of what she did to this family but no" she shook her head, "It's because of you... All of this is because of you" she whispered the last part of her sentence to Peter, slowly shaking her head, "all of it"

She watched him clench his angular jaw, his eyes that were normally so cool and sly were now burning with anger.

"You don't know what you're talking about"

"I know you've killed people... Including Laura, have you forgot that Cora?" She demanded of her cousin, "your sister is dead and it's his fault"

"I'm better now" Peter claimed, "I'm on your side"

"You're on your own side, the side that benefits you the most. Family means nothing to you"

"Like it means so much to you" Peter noted, his eyes sliding past her to rest on Stiles' nervous form beside her, "practice what you preach sweetheart, you're the one that chose a human over your own flesh and blood"

"After they turned their backs on me" she screamed angrily and with so much betrayal and fury in her voice it made Cora jump, "after you all - Every. Single. One. Of. You - made me feel like shit, so much that I lost my baby so get that into your thick fucking skulls... I will never forgive you for that"

Okay that wasn't strictly true, they didn't make her lose her baby, it wasn't like she had a miscarriage but she was arguing with them when it happened, she was screaming and shouting her head off so much because she was sky high with stress and that did make her resent them even if it wasn't their fault. She couldn't help it, this bitterness blame and anger projected onto her disproving family, unable to stop thinking about how relieved they would be that she did lose her baby.

She moved her gaze from Peters curious blue one to Cora's sympathetic brown gaze, "Never, got it?"

"Kay..." Cora took a step forward but Kayla just narrowed her eyes which forced Cora to stop, her large brown eyes looking so sad she almost changed her mind, "I really am sorry... I am... We were all just worried about you, that's all. We worry because we care"

"Yeah..." Kayla muttered disbelievingly, "that's the thing about Hales. We're also good liars"

Silence enveloped the room, crushing them all under the suffocating blanket. She knew they cared but she also knew they didn't care like normal people. It was horrendous always having to choose between them and Stiles - Peter's little sly comments, Derek's snide remarks, their threats, it was exhausting. Stiles didn't deserve that, not after everything they had been through. He deserved to be treated with respect and care and until her so called family accepted that she loved Stiles she wasn't going to get involved with them. She wasn't going to forgive them. Not until they understood.

She grasped at Stiles' warm and sweaty hand, now trying to be the one to settle his nerves, "and Derek will be at Jennifer's if you want to find him. That's all I can give you" and with that she gently tugged Stiles and started to stalk from the room, her annoyance buzzing through the atmosphere like electricity.

"Well I can give you something" Peter's smug voice made her stop in her tracks before she could escape, faltering at the threshold, "seeming how we're on the topic of eye colour"

She was so tempted to just keep walking and never look back but that was the thing about Peter - he could entice people, he had that ability to make the most hard headed person become curious.

She tilted her head to the side, the glare still present, "I don't care about anything you have to say"

"You will" he smirked, taking a few steps forward to keep within her line of sight, "you hate me for being a murderer but sweetheart you are exactly the same thing"

Okay so that got her interested... And angry. She spun around and the only thing stopping her from clawing his face off was Stiles grabbing her arms, holding her in place.

"That's different" she seethed, "I didn't kill in cold blood, I killed to save the people I loved"

"I did too... In a way" Peter cocked his head to the side as he stared at her, "but Derek, me, every other werewolf that has killed an innocent and feels at least some degree of guilt has blue eyes... Yours never changed"

"I'm not a werewolf" she deadpanned, not liking what his tone suggested.

"No, but they still should have changed. Maybe not to blue but they should have changed" he hummed and she felt herself going red in the face, her hands shaking, "maybe you don't feel guilty about killing"

She was nothing like him. No way. He didn't feel guilt, he wasn't capable of that. He was heartless and did things for his advantage. He had no idea how she felt about taking a life - the nightmares, the sounds she still heard from his neck breaking, he had no idea.

The next thing she knew she had him pinned against one of the stone pillars, one hand firmly pressed against his neck to cut off his air supply, the other having slammed into his chest.

"You have no fucking idea how I feel. I feel guilt okay? I feel bad and don't even for one second try and tell me I don't" Cora had started forward, Stiles not far behind but she turned her furious glare on them, making them stop in their tracks, her eyes a fuming dark green emerald colour, "you're the monster not me"

"Ease up on the throttle kid" Peter choked out, raising a hand to try and peel her hand away from his neck but she just grabbed his wrist and snapped it back making a loud crack echo around the room.

"Don't speak to me, I'm the one talking" she growled, not even acknowledging his pained look, "stop trying to make me like you. I will never be like you do you understand?!"

She tightened her grip around his neck so he was forced to splutter, his face going red, "I did what I had to do to save Tabby, to save Stiles... To save the people I love and you will never get that privilege. I am not like you. You are scum"

She was furious, absolutely furious. He had no right to tell her this, any of it.

Despite the position he was in he still managed to smirk, "I'm not saying you don't feel some guilt-" some? Was he fucking kidding? "-but you wouldn't take it back would you?"

Now that... That made her falter, her grip around him loosening. Would she? She hated herself for it, she loathed her existence after that, the nightmares were hellish and made her want to constantly scream but... But he was right. Sorta. She wouldn't take it back and that made her feel sick.

She pulled back, dropping her grip and stepping back, breathing heavily as he coughed.

"Maybe you're right" she said calmly, way too calmly it was almost scary, "maybe I wouldn't take it back... Maybe if I had another chance to change things I wouldn't but that does not make me like you. You kill out of spite and blood thirst, I killed out of love. Now go to hell" and with that she pulled back her arm and punched him square in the jaw causing him to tumble to the ground with a bloody nose.

She didn't even spare him a glance as she stalked away, pushing past Cora who bent down to help Peter up as Stiles followed her out loyally.

As much as she wished Peter was totally wrong, he wasn't. Some of what he said was right and that churned at her stomach.


"Don't listen to Peter" Stiles whispered from behind her as she sat at the end of his bed, him kneeling behind her, "you know what he's like. He just wants to get into your head... Don't let him"

"Yeah... Yeah I know" she muttered, gazing off into space, not ready to admit his words got to her a little more than she hoped. Peter may twist the truth for his own sick pleasure and benefit but at least some of what he said was the truth. That was Peter's advantage, that was how he gained trust - by not outright lying. It was a clever tactic she would give him that.

"Seriously Kaylz you said it yourself - Peter's words are toxic-" his hands gently cupped her shoulders from behind, his thumbs dancing across the bare skin that her tank top showed, "-don't let him win"

Easier said than done. Especially because in a way he was right.

She didn't know what to say except speak her mind - "he's an asshole" she huffed, turning around on the bed to face him, "he is infuriating beyond belief, why couldn't he have stayed dead?"

"Ditto" Stiles smirked, looking glad she was deciding not to dwell over him too much, "life would be so much easier if he was still rotting under Derek's floorboards"

"He was right about one thing though" she told Stiles quietly, a guilty look plastered over her face, "I wouldn't take it back... I feel awful about it but I wouldn't take back what I did. I guess a part of me knows that if I didn't kill-" a lump formed in her throat at that word, that awful merciless single syllable word that sent chills up her spine, "-if I didn't stop him then you and Tabby could be dead and the thought of that makes me not sorry... Well, not as sorry as I should be"

His long fingers scooped her hair back from her face, running through her long hair before gently cupping her cheek in one hand and tilting her head to the side to stare at her.

"He wasn't innocent Kaylz" he reassured her, "you did what you had to do... Maybe in not the most law abiding way I'll give you that-" he smirked teasingly, "-but you acted in the heat of the moment, no one's going to blame you for that"

"Except the whole of the police force, any normal moral person, the judicial system, Barack Obama-"

Stiles busted out laughing at that, his eyes gleaming with amusement, "Obama? I think Obama has more things to worry about than the death of one jackass guy"

"I still killed him... And I don't feel bad enough about it to wish things different - that's a Peter trait. What if I am turning into him?"

"You're far too pretty to be Peter"

"Stiles I'm serious" she muttered but he just raised his free hand and placed a finger over her lips.

"And so am I" he told her seriously, his warm honey flecked gaze never leaving hers, "you're not Peter and you never will be. You're far too good. He killed and enjoyed it, you killed and have nightmares from guilt, just because you don't regret doing what you did it doesn't mean you don't feel guilty. I see it everyday in your eyes, I don't see that in Peter's. Killing doesn't run in the family"

"It clearly does in mine" she muttered, "my eyes didn't change after I killed him... They should have"

"You don't know that" he reassured her, "Peter could be making that up to twist you around his finger"

She sighed deeply, dropping her gaze as she allowed her eyes to flash back to their luminous glowing green, "I still don't get how it doesn't bother you. After all these months I still haven't figured that part out"

She glanced up through her eyelashes, watching as a crease formed between his brows, "what are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb Stiles" she deadpanned, sending him an exasperated stare, "how can you still look at me the same way like you did before I killed him? Why aren't you... Scared of me?" She questioned, her voice dipping in volume, "because you should be, I could kill you"

He snorted at her bluntness but she was anything but amused - didn't he understand how dire this situation was?

"Stiles seriously don't you get it? I'm dangerous. My family is dangerous. You could die"

"Whoa whoa whoa... Where did this come from?" He reeled back, sending her a surprised look, "first eye colour and now this? Kaylz you're not going to hurt me or anyone else, relax"

"You don't know that" this well of panic had risen in her chest, compressing against her ribcage and forcing the air out in quick needy breaths, "I've done it before"

His face contorted into this saddened expression, like he was pitying the chaos she felt as he gently reached out to rest his hand on her knee, "you are right about one thing Kaylz" and she faltered, her heart dropping because here it comes... Here comes the inevitable. He was going to tell her that he really was disgusted with her, that just because he loved her it didn't change the fact he was still disappointed in her, that a part of him did still resent her because what normal person kills and wouldn't take it back if they had the chance? It was sick and wrong, there was definitely something not right with her.

"I have never looked at you differently, not once" he mumbled, leaning forward to catch her gaze, "maybe my morals are screwed up but it doesn't bother me. I don't look at you like a killer or a convict. I look at you like you're my girlfriend you know why?"

"Uh... Because I am?" She answered, "I mean you haven't broken up with me...yet"

"I look at you like anyone would to the person they love" he whispered, "I don't care what colour your eyes are, it doesn't matter to me because that's what you've done not who you are. You're not Peter, you're nothing like him. You're just you and trust me... You is pretty damn amazing" he smirked lightly, obviously trying to ease her and calm her down, "you're perfect"

"Shut up" she mumbled, unable to stop the small smile that tugged at her lips, "no one is perfect"

"Then they obviously haven't met you" he laughed openly, looking glad she finally stopped beating herself up, "I'm serious, I promise"

"You're just being sappy now" she rolled her eyes at his mush.

"You need to hear it though" he contradicted with a small smile, "don't ever think I will ever think any the less of you. These-" he raised his hand and laid it across her cheek, his thumb slowly running along the skin underneath her eye, the smouldering green irises still glowing that deep swirling emerald colour "-are beautiful... No matter what colour they are"

She felt overwhelmed, her eyes brimming with clear pools of tears. She really didn't deserve him.

"You still deserve better though" she whispered honestly, still thinking the same thing now from when they first started dating, "you deserve someone who doesn't have the potential to kill you every time they kiss you"

"And where's the fun in that?" He laughed, "sounds pretty boring if you ask me"

"Stiles I'm-"

"-Serious, yeah I know" he finished her sentence for her, his gaze never dropping from hers, "everyone has the potential to do something but it's about control, something you have" he reassured her, hand slipping from her cheek to tangle in her loose hair and leaning forward to press his forehead against hers, "so when we do this-" he very lightly pressed his lips against hers, just enough to cause her stomach to flip at the contact, "-it's not dangerous... Just really hot"

She couldn't stop the upturn of her lips that gently tugged at the corners of her mouth at his cheeky smile, her heart palpitating jumpily at the amount of things he made her feel - all of them good. Okay scrap that, mega good. Jesus Christ Hale stop being so damn sappy you're an embarrassment to yourself she chanted in her head but she found herself not really caring all that much.

"You won't be saying that when I suck the life outta you" she smirked, biting back her laughter, "but hey whatever floats your boat"

"I trust you" he reassured gently, "and it's just like that Deaton said, unlike your scarily creepy and pervy ancestors you actually, you know, feel. You love me" he exclaimed giddily like a ten year old boy at Christmas, his face splitting into a wide grin.

His excitement was so adorable, like he was still so happy and wasn't bored of them being like an old married couple.

"Yeah yeah Stilinski I love you" she reached forward to take a hold of his shirt and pull him forward so their noses brushed together, his warm breath hitting her lips, "sorry about that"

"Eh, I'll forgive you" he teased back brightly as she bit her lip, eyes subconsciously glancing down to his pink mouth and found her heart beating that little bit quicker in anticipation. Kisses she could do, it still felt a little weird and strange like that intimate contact was not allowed but anything more and that was just a big no-no. She couldn't even think about that, not after everything that had happened and she felt a little guilty about that. Okay a lot guilty. What kind of girlfriend was she? She wasn't even sexually attracted to him right now and that just felt... Strange, because she normally was but now? Nothing, nada, zilch. Even the thought of sex made her want to barf, her skin tingling uncomfortably. Maybe she just had to wait a few weeks to recover, both emotionally and physically, and things would go back to normal. Well she hoped so anyway. She just wanted to feel back to her normal self that was all. Being stuck in this rut was exhausting.

Stiles must've sensed her hesitation and turmoil because he just smiled lightly, like he was silently saying 'it's okay' before leaning up to press a lingering kiss on her forehead.

"Why don't you lie down, I'll make some dinner" he suggested lightly, "beans on toast okay? I'm a pro at beans and toast"

Her stomach churned again and she found herself shaking her head. That half muffin this morning was enough, the morning sickness still not leaving her body alone.

"Not hungry... Lie down with me?" She asked gently, allowing her hand to intertwine with one of his, "I know you like snuggling"

He frowned again, his brows knitting together as he stared at her in worry but looking like he was tongue tied, unable to figure out the right thing to say.

"... Pretty please?" She pouted playfully, "you can be the little spoon" she tried to entice him with, knowing that he really liked it when they lay like that some do the time. It was about security. Sometimes if he was having a bad day or feeling like crap he liked it when she just held him. There was nothing wrong with that, plus she gave awesome cuddles, everyone said so.

He tried to wipe the concerned look off his face but it still remained, his eyes turning soft.

"The little spoon huh?" He pretended to think it over, "I can be the little spoon"

She grinned happily, scooting back on the bed eagerly and pulling him with her and settled down against the mountain of pillows piled up on his bed, kicking her shoes off so they clattered to the floor.

He took a little longer, stripping off his plaid shirt to leave him in a plain black tee and untying his shoe laces before sending her a smile and laying on his side away from her, twisting and fidgeting to get comfortable, at least until she wrapped her arm around his waist from behind, tilting her head into the crook of his neck. He stilled immediately, letting out a contented sigh.

"That's nice" he breathed so quietly she almost missed it, his hand clasping around hers and bringing it up to rest against his chest so she could feel the steady thumping of his heart through the thin material of his tee, "yeah... Hmmm... Really nice"

She pressed her entire body against his, their legs both bent the same way so every possible inch of their bodies that could be touching was, a small giggle breaking free as his feet intertwined with her own. He was always so warm. That was one thing with Stiles that never changed. His body heat was always so warm and welcoming and it felt like being enveloped in a blanket with him. She was usually cold, even more so now, but even before her feet and hands were always chilled but with him they weren't. He was like her own personal little stove oven.

Her lips brushed across his hairline on his neck, her hand rubbing slow circles over his chest, feeling so calm and content at the continuos thumping underneath her touch.

"I love you Stiles" she whispered faintly but all she got back in return was a very soft snore. The dork had fallen asleep already. She bit back her smile, shuffling even closer to him if that was even possible, turning her head against his shoulder, "thank you... For everything"


If you told her that night that the next day after school she would be back in Derek's loft with an Alpha's hand wrapped around her neck then her answer would be 'pffffft yeah right, what have you been smoking?'

But it seemed she couldn't stay out of trouble for more than five fricking minutes.

Okay rewind. You seem confused.

Scott had come running up to Stiles' room later than evening with a panicked expression, mumbling something about Derek in a grief induced state calling war on the Alpha pack. Not that they weren't already at war but even more so after he kidnapped Aiden of all people. Oh fuck. Just because she was mad at Derek and severely pissed off he was still family... Unfortunately. Her anger at him and the rest of them didn't include still hating them if they died.

"Have you fucking lost your God damn mind?" She demanded, pushing her way into the loft followed by Scott and Stiles, Allison and Lydia not far behind them, "do you want to die? Do you want the alphas to kill another member of your pack?!"

Derek glanced up warily, his eyes narrowing at their appearance.

"Go away. This is no concern of yours"

"Sure it isn't" she snapped sarcastically, "It's not like we'll pay for your half assed attempts at revenge" she glanced up at Cora who was standing next to Derek, "are you seriously going to let him do this?"

Cora shrugged unsympathetically, glancing down at Aiden who was kneeling at Derek's feet and Kayla got the distinctive whiff of Wolfsbane. Derek had tied him up in wolfsbane and then beat him till he was bloody. He was really losing his God damn mind.

"He helped kill Boyd... I don't care about him"

Nor did Kayla all that much but she still had enough sense to know this wasn't right. Not to Aiden.

She glanced behind her to see Lydia's eyes wide, a fearful look flirting across her face. She knew Lydia liked Aiden, she also knew Lydia saw the good in him unlike a lot of others. She would be devastated if anything happened to him.

"Derek just think about this" Scott stepped forward, always ready to be the voice of reason, "how is killing him going to change anything? Boyd's still dead"

"He wouldn't be if it wasn't for him" Derek was angry, his eyes glowing a dark ferocious red as he raised his arm, claws elongating and sharpening, ready to kill. And just like that Kayla knew her morals weren't all that screwed up if she felt panicked that Aiden of all people could die. Her mouth opened wide, prepared to shout and run forward but knowing deep down it would be too late. Derek could bring his claws down on Aiden's neck in less than a second, she wouldn't be fast enough.

But Stiles grabbed her arm tightly, stopping her from running head first into red hot danger and just as well because Aiden was not as weak as he made them all believe. He grabbed Derek's hand, viciously snapping it to the side before grabbing a fistful of Derek's shirt and hauling him to the side so forcefully he flew the air and smashed head first into the stone pillar.

"I'm an alpha Derek... You think a little wolfsbane can keep me down?" He growled, spitting out a mouthful of blood just as Cora started forward, an angry snarl ripping free from her throat as she leapt at Aiden but he just batted her away like a fly. This fiery raw angry energy ripped through her, setting her skin on fire.

She hated her family right now. She despised them. She couldn't even stand to be in the same room as them but they were still her family and they were not dying, not on her watch. Before she knew what she was doing she had ripped her arm from Stiles' protective grasp and had plowed so hard into Aidens back it sent them both tumbling to the hard stone floor.

She didn't even care she felt her stitches pulling, all she cared about was letting this fierce fury loose. How dare he lay a hand on them. How DARE HE.

She grabbed his shirt and pulled him up, using all the strength she possessed and forcefully slamming her fist so hard against his cheek she heard a distinctive crack echo around the room.

"Don't even think about it" she snarled before letting him go and punching him again, sending him reeling back on instinct, cupping his cheek as his eyes didn't just flash red they stayed red. He was furious. Well good.

He retaliated back by another punch that didn't hurt as much as she thought - he was either going easy, had no strength or she was pumped full of adrenaline she didn't feel anything.

"That's right Aiden" she snapped her head back around so hard her loose hair whipped through the air like razor blades, "go back to hitting me, just like the good old days hm?!" She demanded and with that he actually faltered, his actions stalling. She didn't care if it gave him a flash of empathy or realisation, she didn't care if now he decided to care enough for her to not hit her all over again because she was just so angry and Aiden was a good target. Not just at him and how he hurt her family but at everything. She had grieved and had only felt this heart wrenching turmoil but now she was angry. No, she was fucking furious.

She raised her leg and kicked him so hard in the abdomen he doubled over and reeled back, hunching over and just as she was prepared to go full out on him, all her grief and anger ready to spill out onto him she felt a pair of arms circle around her waist and pull her back.

"Kayla stop" Stiles demanded urgently, "don't make him mad"

"I'll give him mad" she seethed, kicking and thrashing to get out of his grip, pure unrelenting fury pumping through her veins at such a speed it made her mind turn to chaos. A part of her still cared for Aiden, how couldn't it? He was the father of her baby, that would never change, but it didn't mean she couldn't care for him and hate him. She was a complex person, she could feel multiple emotions at once.

His grip tightened around her, arms wound tight around her waist as Aiden slowly pulled himself to his feet, stumbling a little and just as it looked like he was going to say something the alarm started going off, the sound so loud it made them all jump.

A smirk pulled at Aiden's lips, shaking his head at them all, "did you not think they would come for me?" He asked rhetorically, "if any of you die it's his fault" he looked over the side of the room in disgust at Derek who was pulling himself to his feet, "and I don't particularly want any of you to die" he found her gaze, his eyes turning slightly soft and sympathetic where as she just glared back, her lip curling in anger.

The metal door scraped open loudly with Kali and Ethan appearing first, fully morphed out and looking more furious than ever, especially Ethan who looked ready to tear all their throats out if they had even laid one hand on Aiden's head.

"Nice tactic Derek... But a bad one" a calm collected voice floated to their ears and everyone stilled at the tone, so sure but full of silky smooth danger. It sent chills up their spines, making them all freeze. "Now not only is poor Boyd dead but now another one of your pack will be... You must really enjoy funerals" and with that Deucalion appeared, stick tapping at the ground as he rounded the corner, dark shades in place but attached to his arm was... Ms Morrell? She knew it. There was always something fishy about her the bitch.

Everyone watched as Deucalion calmly made his way down the stone steps, settling down between Kali and Ethan with a smirk plastered on his face.

"This ends now" Derek growled loudly, his own eyes now dark red with fury as he ordered Cora to go and stand with the others on the left side of the room where as she and Stiles were stuck on the right side, "you and I... They are not involved in this"

Deucalion seemed amused if not a little intrigued by Derek's behaviour, his head tilting to the side like a curious child.

"Aiden... Here, now" he ordered and Aiden obliged faithfully like a dog on a leash, recovering quickly from the pain of the wolfsbane burning through his skin and the various bloody wounds inflicted by an enraged Derek to stand next to his brother. It was four against one... Was Derek out of his God damn mind?

"Are you insane?" She whispered loudly to Derek, unable to escape Stiles' protective iron wrought grip around her wrists, feeling like he was ready to just drag her away kicking and screaming if any more danger presented itself, "how fucking nuts do you have to be to challenge an Alpha, no no, just just any Alpha, that alpha?!" She demanded, "drop it Derek"

"No" he was stubborn and broody, his forehead lowering as he tilted his head to the side to stare long and hard at her, "this has to end... I will not let anyone else die like Boyd did. I won't"

Her face fell, her heart strings pulling, "it wasn't your fault"

"It was my fault" he claimed instantly, "everything has been my fault. Go back to hating me Kayla, I deserve it"

She never hated him. She could never hate him, not Derek. Not the guy she grew up with, the one she had watched change before her very eyes. He wasn't just her cousin... He was her friend, her mentor, her brother... She loved him. They fought argued and bickered, their words sometimes so harsh it would send the other reeling into a pit of anger and resentment but deep down, under those stubborn layers they still did care fiercely. Derek wasn't just her family... He was so much more than that. She would never hate him no matter what.

"So you're the other Hale" immediately her whole body tensed up at that voice, so curious but layered with deadly intentions, "though I'll admit I'm a little underwhelmed, I expected something... More"

What a bitch. This was the first time her and Kali had interacted and she already wanted that stuck up cow's head on a stick. This was going to go great, she could tell.

"Well I'm sorry to disappoint" she threw back sarcastically, "I wasn't aware I was that famous"

"People talk" Kali answered, slyly gliding forward, her toes on her bare feet crooked with sharp claws as they scraped across the stone floor, "especially about the Hales, your name's popped up"

"Unfortunately I won't be taking any interviews at the present moment, you'll have to contact my manager" she sassed, pushing Stiles behind her ever so slightly and using her quick wit as a defence mechanism.

"Funny" Kali deadpanned, "how are you not dead yet?"

"My sparkling personality" she sent her a tight smile as Kali just continued strolling forward, like she was intending to intimidate her. It wasn't working, not in the slightest and that was probably stupid. She should be scared, she was an alpha, a dangerous alpha that paid no heed to the blood on her hands and Kayla was just a freak of nature still recovering from a surgery on her reproductive organs where they literally had to take away a part of her Fallopian tube so she wasn't exactly in the fittest position but that didn't stop her feeling powerful. Maybe that was slightly narcissistic but she felt strong, her anger and grief and hatred for these monsters fuelling her. She looked like a Mini Cooper but really she was a monster truck, brimming with power and full of aggressiveness, ready to tear them all down.

She subtly moved to the side so she was in front of Stiles, keeping her fury filled gaze latched onto Kali's stone cold gaze as she stopped in front of her, cocking her head to the side.

"You're not afraid?" She questioned, obviously listening to the steady thumping of her heart, "why is that?"

She remained calm and collected, "because you're like a guy with a three inch dick... Over-compensating" and she was sure she heard Kali let out a low growl, becoming on edge, "oh I'm sorry" she mocked like she was talking to a five year old, "did I hurt your feelings?"

"You'll be choking on those words when I tear out your voice box"

"Try it and I'll snap your neck" she challenged, titling her chin up defiantly just as Derek got into a defensive stance, holding back pouncing in between the two just in case Kali's claws split her throat open.

"Kayla-"

"Not now Derek" Kali interrupted, raising a clawed finger to cut him off, "me and your adorable little cousin are having a chat"

Adorable? Not exactly the word she would use... Dangerous maybe, people always underestimated her and little? Please. She was above average height, she was not 'little'.

"You're either brave or awfully stupid for pissing me off" she felt Stiles hovering behind her, his hand curling around the back of her blue and purple plaid shirt, his heavy panicked breathing hitting the back of her neck, "I think you're just stupid"

"Then you must be staring in a mirror sweetheart" a smirk pulled at her lips, far too amused by the way she seemed to be getting under Kali's skin to care about the consequences. All she knew was that she wanted to wipe that smug predatory look off her face.

"I take back what I said Aiden" Kali sounded furious, her voice brimming with fury, "I don't care if she's your little play thing I'll still rip her throat out"

"Was" Kayla corrected, completely unfazed by Kali's degrading tone, "I was his play thing meaning we used to screw, at least get your facts straight"

Kali was literally forcing herself to breathe evenly, her hand raising to scrape slowly along the column of her neck, her disgustingly long nail leaving a white line across her neck, "stupid humans and their big mouths"

Fucking hilarious. Human? Kinda... Sorta... Ish. That was up for debate. Kali must've sensed her change in demeanour because she leaned forward, her clawed hand wrapping around her neck and constricting her breathing as she pulled her forward, her dangerously sharp k-nines inches from her face.

"Or not... You're not human are you?" she observed, suddenly turning curious, "what are you?"

"If I told you that then I really would have to kill you" Kayla said completely unfazed.

Kali leaned forward, her teeth inching along her ear lobe, "what. Are. You?"

"Cat woman" she muttered blatantly, ignoring how her hand constricted around her neck tightly again, "I could rock that leather outfit"

Seems Kali had reached her breaking point if the fact she pulled Kayla a whole ten feet to slam her back into the pillar was anything to go by. Pain seared down her spine, the base of her back flaring up with red hot pain but she held back the groan, instead choosing to glare at Kali.

"I'd like to see you speak like that when I'm holding your voice box"

Her gaze found Stiles', his panicked large whiskey flecked eyes turning to complete terror as he started forward but faltered as Derek grabbed a fistful of his shirt, hauling him back. Thank god, the last thing Stiles needed was to walk head first into danger.

She felt her friends gazes on them, watching in anticipation, Deucalion's keen and cold blind stare hauntingly eerie, Ms Morrell's interested keen look peering at them. All was still, no one dared move.

At least until Kayla, as quick as a flash, raised her hand and let her fist slam into the bridge of her nose. It wasn't pretty. It was sloppy and full of brunt force but it did the trick. Kali stumbled back in shock, letting Kayla raise her leg and kick her in the chest, right in the sternum, causing her to fall back.

That showed her Kayla thought triumphantly - never underestimate a Hale.

Kali let out a ferocious snarl from her throat, "you'll pay for that"

Yeah, like she was scared of her. All she had was claws and disgustingly long crooked toenails, Kayla had a lot more up her sleeve than that.

Her lips quirked, her eyes glowing green, "bring it bitch"

And she did.

They met in a clash of bodies, both pairs of eyes glowing wildly as they spun through the air like a dangerous helicopter propeller, slamming down hard into the stone floor. Her knees banging upon the concrete that the shock reverberated up her body, almost paralysing her from the pain.

But she knew one thing. Her friends were not getting involved in this, least of all Stiles. He was human, he was not getting pulled into this fight. She concentrated on her swirling emotions, her anger and grief turning into protectiveness as she willed her friends to stay back, using all her energy in keeping them safe.

It worked. Especially if the way Derek tried to move forward but was forced back, unable to penetrate the invisible shield she put up. It may have caused her to feel drained, weak and lethargic but it was worth it.

But Kali was quick. She grabbed Kayla, pulling her roughly to her feet and pushing her around the room, her long leg swiping through the air ready to slice at her throat with her razor like toenails but Kayla grabbed at her foot, roughly throwing her body in the air and forcing her to tumble backwards to keep her balance.

"Oh no" she was sure she heard Deucalion mumble, laying a hand on Ethan's shoulder who looked about ready to storm forward to break them up, "let the bitches fight"

And fight they did. Seemingly out of no where this primal animalistic rage ripped free from her. She was always able to handle herself, she took karate, martial arts, Jujitsu, boxing, gymnastics (all thanks to the fact her family were a bunch of fricking werewolves) but even against an opponent she had her weaknesses. She was naturally not as strong as the supernatural but that had apparently changed.

She let the power take over, body fuelled with hate and rage as her and Kali literally tore each other apart. It wasn't girly, it wasn't restrained, it wasn't pretty. It was brutal, almost as bad as a full on boxing match.

Her stitches pulled, abdomen flaring up with pain as Kali twisted her arm to the point where she almost heard a sickening pop, her bones crunching together but managed to stop that by ducking and kicking her leg behind her, her sneaker clad food cracking against Kali's skull.

She didn't care, Kali was an outlet for her emotions. Everything bad that had happened to her, to her friends, to her family. She symbolised every single bad thing.

Her clenched fist cracked Kali's jaw. That was for George and Charlotte, far too young to perish in the burning flames of a ruthless fire.

Her elbow broke the bitch's nose. That was for her dad and brother, their lives robbed from them all because they wanted to help.

She pushed her forward so hard she almost fell. That was for Harry, her best friend she would never get back.

Her hand clenched tightly around her long brown hair, slamming her head first into the stone pillar so her skull cracked at the hairline, blood seeping down her forehead. That was for Mia who Kayla would never get to hear call her mommy because she was cold and dead and alone, Kayla unable to keep her warm and safe like a mother should.

Rage was a primal thing. It was like wildfire - unpredictable, ruthless and dangerous. It consumed you to the point where that was all you could feel. Kali was a good target for everything she was feeling. She was the one she really wouldn't mind killing.

And just like that one night many months ago her rage and fury turned pitiless, merciless and cruel. Something that had only happened the once happened again and this time it was put to good use.

Her teeth sharpened into razorblades, not designed for piercing or cutting, no, they were designed for tearing flesh from bone. Her rows of normally innocent pearly whites turned menacing as she grabbed Kali, pinning her to the pillar and attacking her like a wild animal.

She sunk her teeth into the soft flesh of the bitch's neck, ripping through the flesh and tearing her throat open. And that was for Heather. Boyd. Derek's Paige. Allison's mom. Her baby. Hers and Stiles' baby. It was for everyone they had lost.

She pulled back, crimson red blood dripping off her lower lip and trailing down her chin, splattering to the floor in a steady 'drip...drip...drip...', echoing eerily off the walls.

Kali's tall lean body dropped to the ground somewhat gracefully, her legs giving way and sprawling around her before her back crashed into the concrete, then her head. Blood seeped from the wound on her neck as she raised a shaky clawed hand to cover it, to try and stop it but it did no use. An artery had probably been cut, severed even, and if her healing didn't kick in soon then she was staying down. For good. Served the bitch right anyway.

She slowly raised a hand, wiping away the remains of copper blood from her mouth. It stung her taste buds but sparked a deep kind of hunger. Not for blood, no, but for revenge. For pain. She wanted to cause every single one of them pain, the kind of pain she was feeling. The kind of pain that destroyed a person. She wanted them to suffer. She wanted them to pay for everything they had done to her friends, for all the people they murdered. She wanted them gone.

Right now, in this very second, she didn't feel remorse. She didn't feel anything. And it felt good. It felt good to be bad for a change, to inflict the pain on those that deserved it. The devil had awoken.

She slowly turned her head to the side, breathing shallow but her composure eerily calm. She was done playing nice. They wanted to play? Then let's play.

Her eyes flashed back and forth between dangerous shades of green just as thunder rippled across the sky, lightning burning through the atmosphere as her murderous gaze settled on countless pairs of shocked eyes.

A smirk tugged at her lips, "who's next?"

A)n OMG someone needs to stop me from writing that length of chapter but you are in for a ride next chapter... Seriously... And maybe a showdown with Brian haha anyways please please review, they mean so much and my hands really hurt haha, see ha next time lovelies x