Standing Ground


A/N: Hey ya'll, soooo sorry for the long wait for this next chapter. Writer's block is such a bitch. Anyways, I'm back and I'll try not to take so much time updating this story, because believe me, I have big plans not only for Know Thy Enemy, but also for the sequels that follow. Hope you enjoy this chapter, reviews are greatly appreciated. Thanks!

XOXO~Cyber


Calla packed up her schoolwork in her satchel, flipping off her desk lamp. She pulled out her ponytail and shrugged off her robe, revealing a silky pink tank top and matching shorts. She turned towards her bed and was met with a pair of red eyes looking down into hers.

"Hey." she whispered, a smile crossing her lips.

Derek leaned down and kissed her, pulling her into his arms. Calla returned the gesture by wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him back. One of Derek's arms was locked around her waist while his other held the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her long blonde hair. He stepped forward, pushing her closer to the bed, his lips never leaving hers.

In one swift motion, Derek lifted her off the floor and rolled onto the bed, holding her on top of him, brushing her hair from her face as they parted for air. Calla straddled Derek's waist as he sat up, running his fingers through her hair. She caressed his cheek with one hand while bracing the other on his shoulder, staring into his now green eyes.

"I miss you." she whispered, touching her forehead to his.

Derek rubbed her back, closing his eyes. "I know." he replied, breathing in her scent. She smelled like vanilla and cherry blossoms, a scent that calmed the wolf within. "I'm always watching over you." his hands trailed down her sides and rested on her thighs.

Calla pulled back and held his face in her hands, "I hate this sneaking around." she admitted. "Derek, I'm being trained to kill you." her hazel eyes were full of sadness as she caressed his cheeks. She lowered her head, biting her lip to suppress a sob.

"Hey, look at me." Derek whispered, moving one hand to tilt her face up, their eyes meeting one another's. "Everything's gonna be okay." he assured, cupping the side of the young huntress' face. "As long as you remember why you're doing this."

"Derek, all I want is for you to be safe." she cut off, kissing him softly. "Gerard isn't going to stop until you're dead." Calla shuddered as she met his eyes. "I can't lose you."

"You'll never lose me." Derek promised, his hands on her waist and their faces inches from each other.

Calla saw true sincerity in Derek's eyes and her lips curled into a smile. She leaned forward and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Derek held her body close, his hands sliding under her top, caressing the smooth skin of her back. He craved her like his body needed oxygen to survive. When she was in his arms, he never wanted to let go. This huntress was his anchor. He needed her, it was that simple.

Calla's hands trailed down his arms and sides, grasping at the hem of his shirt which she slowly started sliding off his body. She broke their kiss as she took it off, dropping is on the floor beside her bed, taking in the sight of his chiseled chest. She removed her tank top, revealing a light pink lace bra. With a smile on her lips, she pushed Derek down on the pillows and claimed his lips in a kiss, sliding her tongue into his mouth as she gripped his biceps. Derek gave in to the fire inside and kissed her back with more passion. He held her waist and flipped over so he was looming over her. Derek picked up on Calla's increased heartbeat as he placed a kiss under her earlobe and started down. Calla tilted her head back as she dug her nails into his shoulder blades, her legs caressing his as she softly moaned his name.

Derek reclaimed her lips as he pressed into her, his desire slowly taking over. This young huntress made him feel things he hadn't felt in years. His instincts to protect her always, the way her scent both drove him crazy and calmed him down. A part of him wanted to turn her so she would be his forever, but the desire to protect her overruled that because he knew the second her family found out, she'd be killed, and he would never let that happen. Using what will he still had, he retracted his fangs and placed and open mouthed kiss on her left shoulder, one hand gliding down her stomach, making her shudder. His lips curled into a smile as he smelled her arousal.

Calla's hands trailed down his sides as she worked unbuttoning his jeans. She leaned up and kissed down the side of his neck, sliding his jeans down his legs with her own, her hands roaming his back. She captured his lips as she fisted his dark hair, wrapping her legs around his waist as he kicked his jeans off, pushing her down on the bed, a low growl rumbling in his throat. Calla's chest heaved as Derek trailed kisses down her jaw, neck, and chest, his hands moving her shorts off her body.

He opened his eyes, taking in the sight of the huntress beneath him. Her eyes met his and all of Derek's emotions mixed together. The girl he shouldn't be with, but yet couldn't stay away from. She looked so innocent, but he knew how deadly she could become when her training was complete.

Calla reached up and caressed his cheek, "Derek." she whispered, leaning up to him. "I want you." she kissed him and pulled him down on top of her, her fingers tracing the Triskellion tattoo between his shoulder blades.

He could feel the animal inside wanting to break free. Derek pulled back, panting, his eyes glowing red. "Calla." he rasped, his voice low. "I don't want to hurt you."

Her hazel eyes met his red ones. "I trust you." she told him. "I trust you." Calla ran her hands over his hair and braced them on his shoulders. Her lips curled into a smile.

The red faded from his eyes as he captured her lips, pulling her body up to his and keeping her pressed against him. Calla wrapped her legs around his waist as their tongues danced around each other's, a light sheen of sweat coating both their bodies. Derek pressed her into the pillows, his desire taking complete hold.

A few hours had passed and Derek laid on his back, Calla curled up beside him soundly sleeping, wearing his long sleeved black shirt. Her features were soft and gentle, like a sleeping angel. Derek brushed some hair from her face, tracing her jawline with his knuckle. "I promise I won't let anything happen to you." he whispered. He leaned over and kissed the top of her head before slipping out of her bedroom through the open window.


The next morning...

Calla organized her locker, gathering her second period books in her arms. She wore black knee high boots, dark jeans with a silver belt, an off shoulder pink top with chain-like straps and a feather design in the center, and a large black leather jacket. Her hair was perfectly straight and flowed down her back.

Next to her was Brittney, her back leaning against the lockers, wearing silver heels, a jean mini-skirt, a blue lace top, and studded jean jacket. Her brunette hair was in low pigtails draped over her shoulders. "So, Stiles did a little research about that Kanima thing from the other night." she whispered to her friend.

"What did he find out?" Calla asked, glancing at Brittney before going back to organizing her locker.

Brittney leaned her shoulder against the lockers, facing her friend. "According to what he found, it's a were-jaguar from South America that goes after murderers."

"Yeah well that thing that trapped us in the pool definitely was not a jaguar." Calla whispered, shaking her head.

"Yeah, and we're not exactly murderers." Brittney pointed out. The warning bell rang, signaling students to get to their classrooms. "I'll catch ya later." Brittney patted Calla's shoulder and walked to her class.

Calla took a deep breath and exhaled, touching up her ice-pink lip gloss using her small locker mirror. A fuzzy image appeared behind her, and she spun on her heels, coming face to face with Isaac. Her shoulders relaxed, "Isaac, you should know better than to try and sneak up on me." she warned, adjusting the grip on her books.

"Sorry Calla." Isaac apologized with a smile. "Just wanted to see how you were doing."

"I'm good." Calla informed, grabbing her pencil bag from her locker and setting her makeup aside. "You need to be careful, if my grandfather-"

"I know." Isaac cut her off. "I'm well aware that he's after me, seeing as he thinks I killed my father."

"Which I know you didn't." Calla interjected, shutting her locker. She faced Isaac, "Just watch your back. Tell Derek he needs to do the same."

She went to walk away, but Isaac grabbed her arm, gripping it tightly. His eyes flashed gold for a brief moment before back to their normal color. "Was that some sort of veiled threat?"

Calla scoffed and pulled her arm free. "Of course not." she defended. "I care about Derek, I'm trying to protect him."

This time Isaac scoffed. "Derek's more than capable of protecting himself." he reminded.

"I know that." Calla rolled her eyes. She could see something in Isaac's eyes, and felt two more pairs of eyes on her. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Erica and Boyd standing not too far from them, clearly listening in on the conversation. "Look, I know you guys' first instinct is to protect Derek, he is your Alpha." she sighed, looking between the three Betas. "Trust me when I say that I want the same."

"You're a huntress." Erica reminded, briefly flashing her fangs. "How do we know you're not just going to kill Derek first chance you get?" her eyes narrowed into a glare. "That this little seduction isn't a part of Gerard's plan?"

Calla clutched her books to avoid lashing out right in the middle of the hallway. She took a deep breath and exhaled, walking past Erica on her way to her classroom. She stopped a step away from the female Beta. "I get it, you don't like me." she stated.

"Obviously." Erica huffed, glancing at the huntress.

"But trust this," she went on, meeting Erica's eyes. "I'll never do anything to hurt Derek." Calla admitted, speaking nice and slow, giving the three Betas a chance to listen to her steady heartbeat. "I care about him. I promised I would protect him from my family, and I intend to keep it." With her head held high, Calla walked away, joining a group of seniors in her second period class.

"She wasn't lying." Boyd noted.

Erica narrowed her eyes, a low growl escaping her. "She's not worthy of Derek." she growled.


As the school day dragged on, the three Beta werewolves had a plan to out the Kanima's human form. It took place during the Sophomore chemistry class, where two of Derek's Beta's, Isaac and Erica, and Scott, Stiles, Allison, Brittney, and Lydia were all in attendance. During this time, Calla was in the library, putting together study guides for her upcoming mid-terms. An uneasy feeling was starting to stir inside her since her run in with the three new beta werewolves.

The dismissal bell rang and Allison caught up to her cousin by her locker, "Calla, I need to talk, it's urgent." the brunette panted.

"Ally, what is it?" Calla asked, slightly confused.

"Just c'mon." Allison grabbed her cousin's hand, leading her to the small office where Stiles, Scott, and Brittney were waiting.

"Okay seriously, what the hell is going on guys?" Calla demanded, gripping the strap of her satchel.

"It's Derek." Stiles answered, getting the senior's full attention. "He thinks Lydia is the Kanima and is here to kill her."

"He's outside waiting for her right now." Scott added, turning to Calla.

The blonde's jaw fell slack, "How does he know it's Lydia?" she questioned, folding her arms over chest.

"They did some kind of experiment in Chemistry." Allison answered. "Coating a piece of rock candy with Kanima venom."

Stiles bit his cuticles, "It's not her." he rebuffed. "It can't be her."

"Well that doesn't matter because Derek thinks it is her." Allison sighed heavily. "So either we can convince him that he's wrong, or we've got to figure out a way to protect her."

"He won't do anything here." Calla cut in, trying to reason with the younger teenagers. "Not during the school hours."

"What about after school?" Allison questioned her cousin.

Calla sighed heavily, pacing back and forth for a minute. She stopped and faced the other, "What if we can prove that he's wrong?"

"By 3:00?" Brittney questioned.

"There could be something in the bestiary." Calla pointed out.

"Oh, you mean the 900-page book written in archaic Latin that none of us can read?" Stiles exclaimed. "Good luck with that Cal."

"Actually, I think I know someone who might be able to translate it." Allison muttered.

Calla licked her lips, running her hands over her hair. "I can talk to Derek." she voted. "If anyone can convince him to give us a chance to prove that it's not her, it's me." The four teens looked at her, "He'll listen to me."

She turned on her heels and walked out of the office, leaning against the wall. Her head was reeling with so many questions. Why would he think Lydia was the Kanima, and not tell her? Why would he test Lydia and not discuss it with her? The only answers she could think of was that he didn't trust her with that information. And the thought of Derek not trusting her, was enough to make Calla start to doubt their star-crossed love story.

The office door opened and Scott stepped out. A second later he spun around and caught a small bolt fired from Allison's miniature crossbow. Everyone's gazes fell on Stiles, who just stood there, "Uh Sorry." he apologized. Allison rolled her eyes and took the crossbow from him, "Sensitive trigger." Stiles defended.

Scott set the bolt aside and shut the door behind him, placing his hand on Calla's shoulder. He picked up on her accelerated heart rate, "You okay?" he asked, genuinely concerned.

Calla smiled and nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine." she walked to the female locker room and set her satchel and purse in her locker, before heading out to the field, with Scott behind her.


Boyd was waiting for them by the bleachers. "Step aside Boyd." Calla ordered, standing firm. "We need to talk to Derek. Now."

"Talk to me instead." Boyd replied, staring down at the young huntress.

"Don't push me." Calla warned. "I don't want to fight you."

"Good." Boyd chuckled. "'Cause I'm twice the size of you."

Scott licked his lips, "He does have a point." he noted.

Calla scoffed, "I'm not scared of you, Boyd." she stated, taking a step forward. "You should be scared of me."

Boyd's eyes flashed gold and he took a swing at Calla, who ducked easily. She gripped his wrist and flipped his larger body over hers, jamming her knee into his back and holding a single black ring-dagger to his throat, her breathing still even and steady.

Scott's eyes widened as he took a step to the side, only to bump into Derek who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. "She failed the test." the older wolf stated, getting everyone's attention. Calla slid the ring-dagger into the sheath hidden in her jacket sleeve and got to her feet, facing Derek.

"It doesn't prove anything." Scott rebuked. "Lydia's different."

"I know, at night she turns into a homicidal walking snake." Derek noted.

Scott took a step closer to the Alpha, "I'm not going to let you kill her." he stated bluntly.

Boyd scoffed, getting to his feet, brushing the dirt and grass from his clothes. "Who said it was going to be him?"

Scott exchanged a glance with Calla, who gave him a nod. He went to dash for the school, but Boyd knocked him on his back. Calla reached out and grabbed Derek's sleeve, their eyes locking. "Derek, let's talk about this." she pleaded. "Please, you don't have to do this."

"Yes, Calla, I do." he corrected, his hand taking hers. "Lydia has killed people and she's gonna do it again. Next time, it could be one of us." Derek squeezed her hand, even the thought of something happening to Calla was enough to fuel his instincts.

The wind blew Calla's blonde hair behind her, a few strands blowing in front of her face. "What if you're wrong?" she asked, brushing her hair out of her face.

"She was bitten by an Alpha." Derek reminded. "It's her."

Calla matched his hard eyes with her own, staring him down as if to challenge him. "You and I both saw that thing up close." she said calmly. "It's not like the rest of you." she glanced to Boyd and Scott before returning her eyes to Derek.

"But it is, Calla!" the Alpha rebuked. "We're all shapeshifters." his features softened, "You don't know what you're dealing with." Derek directed the statement to both Calla and Scott. "It happens rarely and it happens for a reason."

"And what reason would that be?" Calla asked, folding her arms over her chest.

Derek saw the challenging emotions in her hazel eyes. He took a deep breath to calm himself, hoping to avoid another lash-out. "Sometimes the shape you take reflects the person that you are." he answered calmly. "Even Stiles calls her cold-blooded."

"Well, what if she's immune?" Scott pondered, going over every possible option. "What if she's got something inside of her that makes her immune to the bite, which is why she didn't get paralyzed?"

"No one's immune!" Derek shot down, turning his focus solely to Scott. "I've never seen it or heard of it. It's never happened."

"What about Jackson?" Scott's eyes met Derek's, and neither wolf was backing down.

"Jackson." Calla repeated. "Derek?" Seeing his muscles tense under his leather jacket was all the answer she needed.

"That's why you tested him, isn't it?" Scott went on, "Because you gave him what he wanted, didn't you?"

"Scott-"

"Peter said the bite either kills you or turns you." the younger wolf continued. "You were probably hoping that he would die. But nothing happened, right? And you have no idea why, do you?"

Derek was breathing heavily by this point, trying to keep in control to avoid causing a scene. He could feel Calla's eyes on his back, he could hear her heartbeat, knowing she was probably feeling betrayed that he hadn't told her about biting Jackson, or his theory about Lydia. "No." he answered Scott, through gritted teeth. Behind him, he heard a breathy sigh escape the huntress' lips, knowing that she was disappointed with his answer.

"Well, I have a theory." Scott informed. "Lydia's immune, and somehow she passed it on to Jackson. You know I'm right."

"No!" Derek snapped.

Calla stepped around and stood in between the two werewolves. "Derek please, let's talk about this." she begged, taking his hand and squeezing it.

"There's nothing to talk about." Derek told her, "She will kill again. I'm just getting to her before she get's to you." he removed his hand from hers, placing it on her cheek.

Calla turned her face into his palm, "What if you're wrong?" she asked, meeting his eyes. "Because if you are, I won't be able to protect you, or your pack. You'll be giving Gerard what he needs."

"Calla, listen to me." Derek caressed her cheek.

"Derek-" she cut him off, placing her hand over his. "please reconsider this. If you kill her and she turns out to be innocent, it'll give Gerard the ammunition he needs to send every hunter after you and your pack. If that happens I can't protect you."

"I'm trying to protect you!" Derek admitted, "That's all I've been doing."

"Stop." Calla took a step back, Derek's hand dropping from her face. "Stop using us as an excuse. Stop using me as an excuse." she turned on her heels.

Derek grabbed her shoulder, forcing her to stop. "Calla if you'll just listen-"

"You can't do this!" Calla yelled, turning to look back into Derek's eyes.

"I can't let her live!" Derek stated in an equally loud voice. Calla blinked, her heart sinking in her chest. In the few months they've been together, he's never yelled at her. "You should have known that."

Calla sighed. "Scott was hoping I would be able to convince you." she admitted, glancing at the younger Beta.

"But I wasn't banking on it." Scott added.

Calla's cell buzzed with a text from Allison, relaying the plan to meet at Scott's house to protect Lydia. The final bell rang and the parking lot was soon full of the student body. Calla and Derek remained on the field, just out of sight from the rest of the students.

"Last chance, please reconsider this." Calla begged. "Derek, please." she clasped his hand in hers. "I don't want to leave things like this."

Derek squeezed her hand, his eyes never leaving hers. "I can't." he told her. "This thing has to be taken care of." he took his free hand and caressed Calla's cheek. "Before it takes you away from me."

Calla closed her eyes, suppressing the tears she felt coming. "That's probably the sweetest thing I've heard you say to me." she muttered, licking her lips. "But why didn't you tell me about Jackson and Lydia?"

"I was just trying to protect you." Derek admitted, pulling her face up to his, capturing her lips in a kiss. His hand moved from her cheek to the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her hair.

Calla was the first to pull away, pursing her lips together. "I didn't need you to protect me." she told him. "I needed you to trust me." she opened her eyes, meeting Derek's.

"It's hard for me to trust people." the statement left Derek's mouth before he could even think about how it sounded. Trusting was always an issue, he was guarded that way.

Likewise, that statement made Calla's heart constrict in her chest. Her breath caught in her throat and she took a step back, "Trust is an important thing in a relationship Derek, if not the most important." she let out a breath. "If you don't trust me as much as I trust you, then how can this even work?" she shrugged her shoulders.

Knowing she couldn't say much more to convince him otherwise, Calla left the field and went to the girl's locker room, grabbing her satchel from her locker and making her way to her car, biting her lip. As soon as she slammed the driver's door shut, she leaned her forehead against her steering wheel and let the tears fall. Her shoulders heaved as she let her tears fall.


It was nearing dusk when Calla met the group at Scott's house. She backed her mustang up to the side of the two story house, cutting the engine. Stiles met her outside instantly, panting. "Where's Scott?" he asked, looking around the car and inside.

Calla shrugged her shoulders, opening her trunk and revealing the hidden weapons stash under the false bottom. She grabbed a pair of black leather gloves and slid them on, before replacing the cover and shutting her trunk. Under the flickering light, Stiles noticed the smears of the senior's makeup.

"Hey Calla," Stiles grabbed her arm. "you okay?"

Calla sighed, meeting Stiles' eyes. "It doesn't matter." she answered. "What matters is protecting Lydia." She walked through the side door and met up with Allison and Brittney in the front entryway, Stiles right behind her after locking the door they entered through.

"I guess you didn't convince him?" Allison guessed, seeing the defeated look on her cousin's face.

Calla nodded, "He didn't tell me about biting Jackson or his theory about Lydia, because he thought it was 'protecting' me." she used air quotes when she said protecting, followed by a sarcastic eye-roll. "But really, it was because he didn't trust me." Calla scoffed and leaned against the kitchen counter. She looked over and met Allison's brown eyes. "I think we broke-up Ally."

Allison wrapped her arms around her cousin's shoulders, laying her forehead against Calla's temple. "I'm sorry Cal." she sympathized, Calla sniffled. "I know you cared about him."

Calla sighed, shaking off her present emotions. She took a hair-tie from her purse and pulled her hair into a messy ponytail, a few portions of hair framing her face. "Where's Lydia and Jackson?" she asked.

Allison motioned to the stairs, "Upstairs. They're safe."

"Not for long." Brittney chimed, motioned for the two young huntress' to join them by the front windows. "We've got company."

Stiles and Brittney stood in front of one window with Allison and Calla by the other. "I'll call Scott." Allison voted, already scrolling through her contacts.

Calla grabbed her cell from her jean pocket, handing it to her cousin. "Use mine." she advised, looking over her shoulder at Allison. "My dad's not tracking my calls, yours is. Take it."

Allison smiled and found Scott's number, tapping the contact information and putting the phone to her ear, muttering a 'thank you' to her cousin. Calla gave her a quick smile before peeking out the window, seeing Derek with his three Betas, just waiting across the street. She closed the curtain and sighed, leaning against the wall.

"What do we do Cal?" Brittney asked.

"I don't know." Calla answered, a hint of defeat in her voice. "They're not here to scare us. They're here to kill Lydia." she shook her head, "And Derek's not gonna stop until the Kanima's dead."

Stiles bit his lip and paced in front of the window, "Okay so, let's just shoot one of them." he suggested, earning raised eyebrows from the other three girls.

"Seriously Stiles?" Brittney rolled her eyes. "That's the best you can come up with?"

"Well, we told Scott we could protect ourselves." he reminded. "So let's do at least give it a shot, right?" the girls were still a bit unimpressed. "Look, they don't think we're gonna fight, so if one of them gets hit, I guarantee they'll take off."

The three girls exchanged looks and reluctantly agreed. Allison got out her miniature crossbow, holding it ready. "Which one?" she asked.

"Uh..." Stiles stuttered, peeking out the window again. "Derek." he answered. "Yeah, shoot him. Preferably in the head."

Calla rolled her eyes, "If Scott was able to catch an arrow, Derek definitely can." she stated matter-of-factly.

"Okay, just shoot one of the other three then." Stiles reiterated.

"Uh, you mean two." Allison corrected.

"No, I mean three." Stiles hurriedly opened the curtain, noticing one missing Beta from the pack across the street. "Where the hell is Isaac?"

A second later, the sound of glass shattering from the back caught everyone's attention. Brittney spun around, claws out, fangs bared, and midnight blue eyes set in a glare. A growl escaped her throat as she met Isaac's attack, tossing him into the living room. She looked over her shoulder, "I got this." she winked, holding Isaac back as the two huntresses ran up the stairs.

Allison hurried Lydia into the master bedroom, telling her to hide and came up with the lie that someone was trying to break in. Calla barged into Scott's room, bracing herself against the door to catch her breath. The cool, night breeze blew into the room, drawing the blonde's attention to the window, where a small clump of Kanima venom was dripping from the windowsill. "Ally! It's here!" Calla called out, readying her ring daggers. She carefully approached the window, peeking out across the street and saw another Beta was missing. Allison ran into the bedroom, her eyes going from the venom to her cousin. "I've got an idea." the older cousin's lips curled into a smile.

Erica came up the stairs, cornering Allison in Scott's room. The female Beta grinned, "This might make me sound like kind of a bitch, but I've always wondered what it feels like to steal someone's boyfriend." she chuckled, taking a step forward. "I bet it's a pretty sick rush of power. I think I might try it with Scott." she laughed. "You know what? I don't think it's gonna be that hard. Because why would he be waiting around to steal 10 minutes with you when he can have me anytime he wants?"

Allison fired an arrow from her miniature crossbow, which Erica dodge without much effort, however she did take a few steps backwards, putting her in the center of the hallway. "You didn't really think that would work, did you?" Erica laughed mockingly.

Allison cracked a smile, "Actually, I did." she grinned.

Calla stepped out of the hallway bathroom, twirling her ring dagger around her gloved finger, whistling to get the Beta's attention. She launched it straight ahead and Erica caught it before it could strike her in the chest. Calla only smiled victoriously in response, "Just like we wanted." Erica's body went rigid and she collapsed onto the floor, completely paralyzed, the dagger clinked when it hit the floor. Calla walked ahead and picked up her dagger, sliding the weapon in the inside sleeve sheath. She winked and strutted down the hall.

Allison knelt down beside Erica, "I thought you were psychic." she whispered, cracking a smirk, "Bitch."

When the two huntresses came downstairs, Scott and Brittney had just knocked out Isaac. Calla threw her thumb over her shoulder, and Scott ran up to grab the second Beta. Stiles and Allison opened the front door as the two younger werewolves tossed Isaac and Erica out onto the lawn.

Derek looked down at the two Betas, lifting his head he met Scott's determined eyes. Behind the young teen wolf was Brittney, Stiles, Allison, and Calla. In that moment, everything was starting to make a bit more sense. "I think I'm finally getting why you keep refusing me, Scott." he stated. "You're not an Omega. You're already an Alpha, of your own pack." Derek acknowledged the four behind Scott, his lips curling into a grin. "But you know you can't beat me."

"I can hold you off until the cops get here." Scott pointed out, sirens wailing in the distance.

A hissing sound came from the rooftop, making everyone run into the yard, only to see the Kanima perched on the roof. It let out a growl before running off into the night. "Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on?" Lydia huffed from the front porch, her hands folded over her chest.