A Whole New Set of Rules


It's been a few days since the Omega's execution, and Calla still hasn't been able to shake the image from her mind.

"Don't worry sweetie, you'll get used to it." Holly assured, sitting on the teen huntress's bed.

Calla sighed, smoothing out her ice pink sweater. "I hope I don't." she admitted. "I would like to retain some humanity."

Holly just smiled. "Honey, what I meant was, Hunting gets easier." she reiterated.

Calla grabbed her car keys and school bags, slipping on her leather jacket. "I gotta get to school."

"Cal." Holly halted. "Listen, the reason that Gerard brought me here was to help you come to terms with the family business."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Calla asked, brushing her bangs out of her face.

"After school, I'm gonna show you what it means to be a Huntress, and I promise, no killing." Holly answered, holding up her right hand to hold up her promise.

Calla nodded before walking out of the house and headed to her Mustang, making her way to Beacon Hills High School.


Brittney walked the hallways with her two best friends on either side of her.

"It's not like the last full moon." Scott defended. "I don't feel the same."

"Oh, does that include the urge to maim and kill people like me?" Stiles asked.

"I swear I don't have the urge to maim and kill you." Scott agreed.

Brittney rolled her eyes, "This is only your third full moon Scott, don't get too excited." she reminded, stopping by the girl's locker room door.

"I'm still locking him up." Stiles threw out.

"Okay, fine." Scott caved.

Brittney shook her head and laughed, throwing her arms around the two boys. "You guys bring a special kind of happiness into my life." she giggled. "And you both know without me, your lives will be boring." she pecked each boy on the cheek. "See you knuckleheads on the field." she patted their shoulders and walked into the girl's locker room.

"Will we ever understand her?" Stiles asked.

Scott shrugged. "Well, now the mood swings she's had since we met her finally make sense."

The two boys looked at each other and casually walked into the boy's locker room to get ready for Lacrosse practice.


On the field, the cheerleaders were busy stretching before practice began. Calla went through the motions, her eyes staring off into the forest.

"Yo, Calla." Brittney called, snapping her friend out of the haze she was in. "You okay?"

The senior nodded. "Yeah, I'm good." she answered, partially honest.

"Hon, werewolf remember." Brittney reminded, placing a hand on her hip. "You're still lying, albeit half."

"The Omega." Calla added. "I still can't get that image out of my head. And there's gonna be a lot more if Gerard gets his way, which he'll find some way to."

Brittney nodded in understanding. "I see." she sighed.

Coach Finstock blew the whistle, signaling the start of practice.

"Looks like Scott's playing goal today." Brittney nodded, standing next to Calla in the front line. "Interesting."

Calla cracked her neck and rolled her shoulders back. "Okay girls, we'll run through some of the sideline dances to clean them so they'll be ready for the upcoming game!" she called, turning the volume dial on the black boombox. "5-6-7-8!"


As the cheerleaders ran through the different dance numbers, the boys ran through Lacrosse drills. All the while Scott was trying his best to discover another werewolf amongst the Lacrosse guys, which is why he tackled every single one and sniffed them.

As Scott and another player by the name of Issac Lahey struck eachother and landed in a crouch, everyone halted everything because Sheriff Stilinski and two deputies walked onto the field.

"What's the Sheirff doing here?" Calla asked, as she and Brittney carefully watched as Stilinski talk with Coach Finstock and Isaac.

Brittney ran her hands through her hair and tucked the brunette locks behind her ears as she focused her hearing. "His father's dead." she informed, referring to Isaac's dad. "They think he was murdered."

"Are they saying he's a suspect?" Calla asked, her voice in a hushed whisper.

Brittney focused her hearing again, tilting her head. "I think so." she answered. She sniffed the air and as she focused on Isaac, her eyes flashed midnight blue. "Uh-oh, Cal we have a problem."

"What?" Calla asked.

"Isaac's a werewolf." she answered, her eyes returning to normal. "I can smell it."

"And, since they consider him a suspect, they can lock him in a holding cell for 24 hours." Calla noted, placing her hands on her hips.

"And tonight's the full moon." Brittney added, her shoulders dropping.

"And I highly doubt those cells can hold a werewolf." Calla added.

"You'd win that bet." Brittney agreed.

Calla shook her head and caught movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head and her eyes met Derek's as he stood by a tree at the forest line. As carefully as she could, she snuck away from the cheerleaders so she could have a word with the older Alpha.

"You bit someone?" she questioned accusingly, folding her arms across her chest.

"Yeah, after what happened with that Omega, I had to act." Derek defended.

"Derek, he might've killed someone." Calla huffed, keeping her voice at a dull whisper.

"He didn't." he rebuked. "Isaac came to me and assured me that it wasn't him."

"So what was it?" Calla asked.

Derek didn't answer right away. "I don't know yet." he admitted. "But, I will find out."

Calla sighed. "Listen Derek, from now on, you need to be careful coming around here." she warned. She licked her lips and flipped her hair back.

Derek picked up on her increased heartbeat and took a step toward her, wrapping her in his arms. "Babe, what's the matter?"

Calla looked up and met his green eyes. She threw her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder, feeling herself relax for a minute. She pulled away and met his eyes, "I don't know how he swung it but, Gerard is the new school principal." she informed, and Derek's muscles tightened on reflex. "And if he catches you here-"

"I know." he cut off, planting a kiss on her forehead. He touched his forehead to hers, "I understand, you're worried. But remember, I'm an Alpha."

"So was Peter." Calla reminded, looking up into her boyfriend's eyes. "And look what happened to him."

"My uncle was a sociopath." Derek scoffed.

"And so was my aunt. My grandfather's probably no different." Calla sighed, pulling away, her arms dropping to her sides. She bit her lip and moisture welled in her eyes.

"Calla, what's wrong, you're not your usual self." Derek tried to meet her eyes, but she kept looking away.

The senior cheerleader ran her fingers through her blonde hair and took a deep breath, "I just don't want what happened to that Omega to happen to you." she admitted.

Derek pulled her into an embrace and rubbed her back, soothing her. "Don't worry about me." he told her, running his fingers through her hair. "I'll be fine." he gently pushed her away to look his girlfriend in the eyes. "You just focus on keeping your family in the dark about us. Make sure Gerard completly trusts you. That'll keep both of us safe."

Calla nodded. "Okay." she agreed, putting on a small smile.

Derek cupped her cheek and kissed her, pulling her up on her tip-toes, his arms tightening around her waist. Calla closed her eyes and kissed back, running her hands up his arms. She pulled away and brushed the tip of her nose against his, exhaling deeply. "I gotta get to class." she admitted. "And you should probably get off campus before someone sees you."

Derek pecked her forehead. "We'll get through this." he promised. With one last kiss he disappeared into the forest.

"I hope so." Calla muttered, walking back to the locker room to change back into her sweater and jeans.


Calla went through the rest of the day, half-paying attention to her classes, her mind wandering through everything other than school. As the student's crowded the halls gathering their things before heading out, Calla was practically throwing books into her satchel and speed-walking down the hall.

"Calla, let me talk to you for a minute." Gerard halted as his oldest granddaughter passed his door.

"Okay Gramps." Calla replied, taking a deep breath and walking into his office, dropping her satchel and duffle by the door. "What's up?"

"It's about Isaac Lahey." Gerard answered. "What do you know about him?"

Calla shrugged. "Nothing really." she answered. "Why?"

"Well, I heard from one of our Hunter's in the Sheriff's Department that his father might've been murdered." Gerard informed. "Isaac is being held on suspicion."

"I'm sorry Gramps but I don't know..." Calla began to say.

"I want you and Holly to check out his house, just to see if you can find something the police might've missed." Gerard cut in.

"You mean...if something Supernatural was at play." Calla translated.

Gerard smiled. "You catch on fast sweetie." he noted. "That's great. You'll make a fine Huntress one day. Someday soon, how I see it."

Calla stood up and smiled. "Thanks Gramps." she replied, grabbing her stuff. "I'll meet up with Holly at the house and get right on it."

"Good girl." Gerard muttered as Calla walked out.


A few hours later, once the block was free of police cars, Holly pulled her car to the curb of the Lahey house, which was still blocked off by police tape.

"So, what now?" Calla asked.

"We search it." Holly answered, walking up to the front door.

She picked the lock with expert precision and the door opened, the older huntress smiled. "Go on sweetie." she urged.

Calla held her head high as she walked over threshold. The house was dark and a little messy. "How can we determine if anything Supernatural was at play here?" she asked.

"Instinct." Holly answered, walking into the kitchen. "Careful areound here kid, there's broken glass shards."

Calla carefully followed and looked around. She noticed a crooked photograph and examined it, her eyes drifting down to the hardwood floor. "Holly, I think there's blood here." she said, kneeling down. Sure enough, there was a small drop of dried blood on the kitchen floor.

"Huh, interesting." Holly thought, walking into another room. "Gerard is certain something supernatural is at play here."

Calla found the basement entrance and opened the door, shining her phone light down the stairs. "Hey Holly." she whispered. "Look, maybe there's something down here."

She descended the stairs, with Holly a couple steps behind. The basement was the very defintion of creepy, like something out of a horror movie.

"And I thought having a basement full of swords and guns was creepy." Calla sighed.

"Man, I'm starting to feel sorry for Isaac." Holly muttered, opening a box freezer. "Damn."

"What?" Calla asked, walking over to the older Huntress. Once she saw nail marks and dried blood on the underside of the lid, she gasped. "Oh my god."

"I can understand why the police think him to be a suspect, and this gives them perfect motive." Holly noted, biting her lip. "This also gives Isaac the perfect reason to run to Derek."

Calla looked at her friend. "You're saying that Isaac acceted the Bite so he could get back at his father for...this?" she motioned to the freezer.

"You said it, not me." Holly replied, shutting the door. "C'mon, we have to report back to Gerard." she started up the basement stairs.

Calla sighed, "Great." she muttered.

It was nightfall when the girls exited the house. Holly unlocked her car and slid into the driver's side. Calla looked around and spotted a familiar black Camaro at the stop sign at the end of the block. She gave a small smile and slid into the passenger seat and as soon as her door shut, Holly pulled her car away from the curb and drove straight ahead.

"Don't worry, we won't be going after the Alpha right away." Holly assured. "You still have a lot of training to do before then."

"Joy." Calla muttered, looking out the window.


When they got back to the Argent House, Holly met with Gerard, Chris and Gabriel to discuss her findings from the Lahey house, while Calla and Allison paced in the kitchen.

"Allison." Chris said, walking into the kitchen. "Gerard would like to talk to you." he informed.

"I'm supposed to study with Lydia, I really don't have time to chat." she lied, moving to head out the front door.

"Actually, that's who he wants to talk to you about, sweetheart." Chris replied. "Go on."

The young brunett obeyed and walked into the study with her father as Gabriel joined his daughter in the kitchen. Calla poured herself a glass of tea and sprinkled a packet of Splenda over the ice, stirring it with her indext finger. A hunter dressed in deputy's clothes walked past them, heading out the front door.

"What's going on?" she asked, looking at her father.

"We're handling the situation." he answered.


Calla rolled her eyes and walked away, jogging up the stairs and slamming her bedroom door behind her.

"Okay Calla, think." she muttered, pacing in front of her desk. "There has to be some way you can stop this."

Allison stormed in, breaking her cousin's train of thought. "We have a problem." she gasped, shutting the door behind her. Her cell rang with Stiles' ID showing up on the call screen. She put it on speaker when she answered.

"Stiles?" Calla questioned.

"Harris literally just let me out of detention. Literally." he informed. "And he had my phone the whole frickin' time."

"Well, we need to do something right now." Allison replied. "They were asking me all these questions about Lydia and how she was bitten by Peter, and then they sent this guy out."

"Wait, what guy?" Stiles questioned.

Allison and Calla looked at eachother. "He was dressed as a Sherriff's deputy." Calla answered, remembering the hunter she met just ten minutes ago. "He was also carrying this box with something on it, like, um, like a carving or something."

"What was it?" Stiles prided.

Calla combed through the books on her desk until she found the exact carving. "Wolfsbane." she stated.

"What does that mean?" Allison asked, seemingly lost.

"It means they're gonna kill him." Stiles answered. "You girls need to find a way to slow him down." he hung up.

"I might know a way." Allison turned to her cousin.

Calla smiled. "Then let's go." she agreed.


The senior huntress tailed the other hunter and managed to get a couple blocks ahead of him, where Allison waited in a nearby alley, her bow ready to fire. Once he drove past her, she fired an arrow into the tire, causing him to slow down. Allison fired another arrow into the rear tire.

Calla smiled as she saw the events unfold in her rearview mirror. She dialed Brittney's number and held the phone to her ear.

"Cal, how'd it go?" Brittney asked as she answered the phone.

"We slowed him down, for the meantime." Calla answered. "I'll just meet you guys at the staion."

"Cool, see you there." Brittney agreed, hanging up.

Calla's cell buzzed with a text from Allison 'Heading to find Scott. Be safe.'. The senior checked her rearview mirror and saw her cousin hail a cab and head in the opposite direction. She threw her Mustang in drive and made headway to the station.


"Okay, now the keys to every cell are in a password protected lockbox in my father's office." Stiles informed, as the group of four; two werewolves, one Huntress, and him, grouped in the Station parking lot. "The problem is getting past the front desk."

"I'll distract her." Derek volunteered.

Stiles grabbed the Alpha's shoulder. "Whoa, whoa, whoa-you?" he questioned. "You're not going in there." Derek glanced at Stiles' hand then glared at said boy. "I'm taking my hand off." he quickly retracted.

"I was exonerated." Derek reminded.

"You're still a person of interest." Stiles pointed out.

"An innocent person." Derek clarified.

Brittney and Calla exchanged glances and shook their heads.

"Yeah, right!" Stiles laughed, but halted when Derek kept glaring at him. "Okay, fine. What's your plan?" he asked in complete seriousness.

"To distract her." Derek answered.

Stiles nodded, "How? By punching her in the face?" he questioned.

Derek rolled his eyes. "By talking to her."

"Okay, all right. Give me a sample." Stiles said. "What are you gonna open with?"

Derek sighed and the girls just rolled their eyes.

"Dead silence." Stiles deadpanned. "That should work beautifully. Any other ideas?"

Derek pndered that question for a couple seconds. "I'm thinking about punching you in the face." he answered.

Calla snickered and covered her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Okay boys, need I remind you about the full moon and the face that it's about to hit it's peak?" Brittney questioned.

"Exactly." Calla agreed.

"Okay while I'm distracting her, you three get the keys, get Isaac, and get the hell out." Derek ordered.

"Yes sir." Stiles weakly saluted Derek.

"We got it." Brittney confirmed. Calla nodded in agreement.

Derek walked through the front door of the station and disracted the deputy with casual small talk while Stiles, Brittney, and Calla snuck past and bolted for the Sheriff's office.

"Okay hurry Stiles." Calla whispered sharply.

Stiles rushed out of his dad's office and right past the two girls.

"What is it? What's wrong?" Brittney asked.

"The keys, they're gone!" Stiles answered.

"Shit." Calla muttered.

The trio ran down the hallway towards the cells, Stiles ahead with Calla bringing up the rear. Brittney suddenly caught the scent of blood, but before she could warn the others, the Hunter dressed as a deputy crossed their path.

"Damn." Calla muttered, dragging Brittney down the nearest hallway. Stiles wasn't as lucky.

"Perfect, this is turning out to be a bad night." Calla said to herself.

The two girls tried to stay out of sight and followed the deputy as he dragged Stiles towards the holding cells. In order to draw attention away, Stiles pulled the fire alarm, which the girls were standing right under. They covered their ears in response.

"Okay, let's go." Calla voted.

Her and Brittney ran down the hallway and skidded to a stop when they reached the holding cells. The center cell door was ripped open and the deputy hunter was knocked unconcious.

"Isaac, stop!" Brittney snapped, her eyes flashing Midnight Blue.

In reply, he snarled at her.

Brittney lunged at Isaac, but since she was holding back, he had the upper hand. He cracked her arm and threw her into the metal desk. Stiles scurried over to help her up.

Calla stood tall, holding a silver ring dagger. Isaac attacked her, but Calla kept up, dodging his slashes and reciprocating with kicks of her own. But, since Isaac had he full moon on his side, he grabbed Calla's leg and threw her into the ground. Her forehead split when she hit the concrete ground. The vile of Wolfsbane the hunter brough was a few inches away from her.

As Isaac approached her, Derek crushed the Wolfsbane vile with his boot and stared at his beta. Isaac continued to stalk towards the injured Huntress, but Derek let out a howel that scared Isaac into submission.

Stiles poked his head around the desk, "How did you do that?" he asked.

Derek turned to him. "I'm the Alpha." he answered. He helped Calla to her feet and steadied her. "You okay?"

Calla gripped his arms, "Nothing some Ibuprofen won't cure." she chuckled.

He smiled and kissed the gash on her forehead, moving her hair from her face.

"C'mon Isaac, let's go." Brittney said, helping the new Beta to his feet.

While the four ran out of station, Stiles stayed behind.


"Well, that was great." Calla sighed, leaning against her Mustang. "How I'm going to expain this to Gerard, I don't know."

"You'll think of something." Derek told her, rubbing her shoulders. "Just, be careful."

"I will." Calla assured. "You should go, and try to stay under the radar for a while." she leaned into his chest, laying her cheek on his shoulder.

Derek wrapped her in his arms. "Even if you can't see me, I'll always be there, watching over you." he promised.

Calla leaned up and kissed him, her arms moving around his neck. His grip around her waist tightened.

"Goodnight." Calla told him, smiling.

She climbed into her Mustang and drove on home, the reality of her situation setting in.