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Abomination:

I half carried Scott in the back door of the veterinarian clinic because he was having trouble walking on his own due to the pain inflicted when Derek had scratched him. I bit my lower lip in worry as my twin brother groaned in pain when I shifted his weight so that I could open the door and then I gently as I could lead him into the examination room. I ignored the guilt that was forming in the pit of my stomach because I hadn't done anything to help my brother when he needed me.

"Why aren't you healing?" Scott asked himself as he gingerly lifted his t-shirt so that we could both see the fresh scratched wound on his lower abdomen.

"Because it's from an Alpha." I heard a familiar masculine voice say from the other side of the room so I looked up to see Dr Alan Deaton standing calmly next to the steel examination table. I frowned in concern when my attention was drawn more to the table and I saw that it was a human body that was lying there. I glanced up at Scott's shocked and horrified expression as he took in the appearance of the body. "I think maybe we better have that talk now."

"What's going on?" I asked my mentor as I lead Scott of to the side of the room as far away from the body as I could get.

"They're coming back, so we don't have much time to talk." Deaton told us as I stopped near the supply closet and motioned for Scott to stay before opening the cabinet door.

"Hunters?" I asked him as I grabbed the bottle that I was looking for and some cotton buds so that I could clean Scott's wound.

"Yes." He answered me as he moved over to my side so that he could observe my work as though it was a normal lesson for us but I could detect the slight panic in his tone.

"What is that?" Scott asked me as I applied the clear liquid on to the cotton bud and then carefully started cleaning the wound as I ignored my brother wince at the stinging pain.

"Rubbing alcohol. You don't want it to get infected, do you?" I responded calmly to him even though I was freaking out on the inside but I knew that Scott would freak out enough for the both of us so I had to be the strong one.

"You will heal the same, just not as quickly, because of Derek." Deaton informed my brother as I finished cleaning the wound before throwing out the cotton and grabbing a bandage covering that we normally used on stitches.

"Okay, how do you know all this? Actually, how - How do you know anything?" Scott asked him in frustration as I stepped back and let his shirt drop down to cover his stomach.

"It's a longer story. What I can tell you, is that I know about your kind. Your kind? I can help. This." He stated sombrely as he looked over at the dead body on the slab making Scott and I follow his gaze to see the jagged, deep scratch wounds that were ripped into the victim's skin. "This is something different."

"Well, do you know what did it?" I asked him as I slowly moved closer to the body on the table as though I was being entranced.

"No. But the Argents will. And this is the crucial part, they'll have a record or book. It'll have descriptions, histories, notations, of all the things that they've discovered." Deaton said to the both of us but I could only hear him vaguely in the background of my mind as I slowly reached out until my hand was directly over the top of the harsh red lines.

"All the things? How many different things are there?" I heard Scott ask him in an angry exclamation as I allowed my fingers to follow the claw marks from top to bottom like a phantom without touching the body. I was jerked from my thought as I heard the sound of a car pulling up out front so I quickly moved my hand away from the body before turning around to tell the other two people in the room but they were already looking in the direction of the door.

"Crap." I whispered to myself as I heard the sound of the bells above the door jingle and then the unmistakable sound of multiple footsteps heading this way. I spun around to face Scott before grabbing his hand and pulling him into one of the supply closets off the side of the room so that we could still heard the conversation that was going to take place.

"I'm starting to think I need to buy a more prominent "closed" sign." Deaton said to whomever it was that entered the exam room and I closed my eyes to better focus my hearing so that I wouldn't miss anything vital.

"Hello, Alan. It's been a while. The last I heard, you had retired." I heard Gerard say to him in reply after a minute of silence and I instinctively swallowed nervously at the sound of his voice.

"Last I heard you followed a code of conduct."

"If you hadn't noticed, this body is one of ours." Chris Argent replied in his familiar gruff voice and my stiff posture loosened a bit because I knew that while Gerard might not follow the code Chris certainly did.

"I did, I also noticed the gunpowder residue on his fingertips. So don't assume I will be swayed by your philosophy just 'cause I'll answer a few questions." Deaton said in a strong voice that made me smirk to myself in pride of my boss.

"He was only 24."

"Killers come in all ages."

"All ages, sizes, shapes. It's the last one that concerns us." Gerard told the veterinarian as I shifted a little on my feet uncomfortably.

"How about you tell us what you found?" Chris suggested in a stern voice and I bit my lower lip nervously at what information the hunters might get before us.

"See this cut? Precise. Almost surgical. This isn't the wound that killed him. This had a more interesting purpose." Deaton informed them as my eyebrows scrunched together in confusion and intrigue.

"Relating to the spine." Gerard stated knowingly and I tilted my head to the side as I tried to think of any supernatural creatures that I knew about that had a paralytic toxin.

"That's right. Whatever made this cut, it's laced with a paralytic toxin, potent enough to disable all motor functions. These are the cause of death. Notice the patterns on each side." I heard Deaton inform them and I knew that he was talking about the deep scratch marks on the young hunters back.

"Five for each finger." Chris said as though it was obvious as I carefully slipped out of my high heels because they were killing my feet after wearing them all day.

"Each claw." Gerard corrected his son instantly and I stiffened again at his obvious hatred of werewolves.

"As you can see, it dug in, slashed upward, eviscerating the lungs and slicing through the bone of the rib cage with ease." Deaton continued with his explanation as though he was never interrupted by the pair.

"Have you ever seen anything like this before?" Chris asked him carefully and I listened hopefully for the answer as well because that would make this so much easier if we knew what we were dealing with.

"No."

"Any idea at all what killed him?"

"No. But I can tell you it's fast, remarkably strong, and has the capacity to render its victims essentially helpless within seconds."

"If you're saying we should be cautious? We get it." Chris replied in a tired voice and I felt sympathetic towards my friend's father.

"I'm saying you should be afraid. Be very afraid. Because in the natural world, predators with paralytic toxins use them to catch and eat their prey. This prey wasn't eaten. That means whatever killed him only wanted to kill him. In fact, killing may be its only purpose." Deaton told them sternly and I couldn't help the shiver that ran up my spine at his words as I opened my eyes. I turned my head to my brother just as he was looking back at me with huge deep brown eyes filled with worry that I knew mirrored my own.

I walked down the stairs to the train depot where the pack was housed in my Megan Red Tartan Bandeau Skater Dress, ESPRIT Collection Cardigan, paired with a PIECES Dilixa Necklace and Giuseppe Zanotti Double Platform Suede Pumps and my long brown hair straightened so that it hung freely down my back. I could hear the painful grunting with my werewolf hearing as I wandered down the steep stairs and paused halfway down when I saw Boyd sitting on the steps so I went to stand next to him as he watched the training exercise in amusement. The newly turned werewolf turned his head to smile at me as I sat down next to him on the step and I playfully nudge him with a smile before we both turned back just in time to see Isaac get slammed into the ground once more by Derek. A low growl came from the other side of the room just a second before Erica launched herself off of the top of a train car towards the Alpha but he must have sensed it because he quickly turned in time to grab her by the throat and threw her towards the other Beta who was still on the ground.

"That was pathetic." Derek told them as I stood up from the step and wiped the dust from the back of my dress. I stepped down onto the last step just as Derek looked up and noticed my presence in the room. "Sophie. Would you please help me demonstrate how to do this without being utterly predictable?"

"Ooh. As much fun as that sounds, that not dressed for it." I replied to him with a smirk as I moved towards him in the middle of the room and he glared at me for a second until I sighed in defeat. "Fine." I said with a groan as I leaned down to take off my high heels so that I would have to run in them.

"What are you doing?" Isaac asked me curiously as I threw a shoe to him where he sat on the ground and I frowned at him response as chuck the other show at him.

"I'm not running in heels." I said as though it was obvious as I moved so that I was near the back of the room at the start of the training exercise. I stopped as in front of the first obstacle and sent a playful wink over to Boyd on the steps before starting to run at the make shirt hurdle. I pushed off the ground just before hitting it and flipped my body so that I front flipped in the air before landing gracefully on my feet in a crouch. I continued running without stopping at full speed as I jumped over a small table and then over to the side of the room so that I could push off the cement pillar. I had watched Isaac launch himself straight at Derek off the wall so I knew that the Alpha was expecting that so I instead propelled myself directly over the top of Derek. I landed just behind him on my feet so he didn't have time to turn around to block my attack and I swept my leg backwards so that he was knocked to his knees. I quickly spun around so that I was facing him while he was still on his knees and I brought my knee to his face just as he was about to get up. I smiled in satisfaction when I heard him groan in pain but I didn't hesitate to land another kick to his stomach when he rolled on to his back.

"Ah!" he groaned in pain as I moved back from his sprawled body with a smirk on my lips before I held out a hand to help him up off of the ground.

"Think of it as payback for what you did to Scott." I told him cheerfully as he grabbed my hand and I helped pull him to his feet. He glared at me as I just smiled slightly back at him before strolling over to get my shoes from an awestruck Isaac.

"Does anyone else wanna try not being completely predictable?" Derek asked the other betas as I took my shoes off of Isaac with a smile and I watched as Erica launched herself into the Alpha's arms. I gaped as Erica started passionately kissing Derek in a surprise attack for a minute until he threw her off of himself and she landed back where she was before.

"Well, I wasn't expecting it." I murmured with an amused smirked on my lips as I leaned on Isaac's shoulder to put my shoes on and Isaac nodded in agreement as Derek wiped a hand across his mouth.

"That's the last time you do that." Derek told her sternly as he moved away from us and towards his train car.

"Why? Because I'm a beta?" Erica asked spitefully as Derek turned back around to face us and Boyd moved from his spot on the stairs to stand next to me.

"No, because I have someone else in mind for you." He replied cryptically and I raised an eyebrow at him in intrigue but didn't say anything as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Are we done? I got about a hundred bones that need a few hours to heal." Isaac asked the Alpha as he winced in pain and looked down at his arm.

"Come here." Derek said as he walked towards the younger werewolf and Isaac let him take his arm in his hand only for Derek to snap the radius. I covered my mouth in shock as my eyes widened at the sight of my friend in pain next to me. "A hundred and one. You think I'm teaching you how to fight? Huh? Look at me! I'm teaching you how to survive!"

"If they wanted us dead why aren't they coming for us now? What are they waiting for?" Isaac asked in a shout as Derek walked away towards his train car one more time and I looked between them with my eyebrows drawn together.

"I don't know. But they're planning something. And you, especially, know that's not our only problem. Whatever that thing is that killed Isaac's father, I think it killed someone else last night. Until I find out what it is, you all need to learn everything that I know. As fast as I can teach you." Derek responded to him as he addressed all of us and then disappeared in the train car he had taken as his own.

"Okay, guys. Erica, Boyd, go to school. Isaac, go somewhere not here and heal." I ordered them in an assertive tone as I moved my gaze from the door Derek had gone through to the newly turned betas. They all looked at each other as if having a silent conversation about whether or not to listen to my instructions but they all nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, okay. See you later, Sophie." Isaac said to me before they all headed up the stairs to the outside and I waited until they had all left the depot before following Derek into the makeshift bedroom he had made for himself. I walked into the room quietly to see the Alpha sitting on the edge of the mattress with his head in his hands and I leaned against the wall as I crossed my arms over my chest. "It was a mechanic."

"What?" he asked me in confusion as he lifted his head up to look at me with inquisitive greyish green eyes and I crossed my ankles over carefully not to hit my ankle with a heels.

"It was a mechanic that was killed last night. Stiles was there when it happened. You might want to ask him for a description so that we actually know what we're meant to be hunting. That's three victims now. The hunters brought a body to Deaton last night. His lungs were eviscerated by claws and that's what caused him to die. Whatever it is, it was strong enough to slice through the bone of the rib cage with ease. The creature also has some kind of paralytic toxin potent enough to disable all motor functions." I informed the Alpha solemnly as I watched his eyes widen in apparent fear of the unknown and I slowly straightened up from my slouched position. "He was only 24." I stated softly as I looked down at the ground and then back up at Derek before moving to sit next to him on the mattress. "I've only heard of one supernatural creature with a paralytic toxin but I don't know if there is even any truth to the stories."

"What is it?" he asked me softly and I could hear the wariness in his tone as I frowned at him because if the creature was what I was starting to think that it was we were in trouble.

"A kanima."

I was sitting with Allison outside at a free table work on our homework during a study period because with all the supernatural nonsense that was going on we still had to make time for mundane activities every high school student had to deal with. I was reading a textbook for my chemistry class when I heard someone running up to us from behind so I turned my head to see Stiles jogging up to our table slightly out of breath.

"Scott says that his boss says that your family probably has a bestiary that will know what the thing is." Stiles told us in a rush as he ran up to the table out of breath from the run and I raised an eyebrow at him as I looked up from my textbook at the same time as Allie.

"I think you mean – "Allison started to tell him as she giggled thinking that he had mispronounced the word while I shook my head at the naïve huntress.

"No, I mean bestiary. And the two of you, I don't want to know what's going on in your heads." Stiles told her sternly and I got the feeling that he had already had this conversation with my brother judging by the exasperation in his voice.

"A bestiary is like an encyclopaedia of mythical creatures." I informed her with a kind smile as Stiles nodded his head frantically in agreement and Allison blushed in embarrassment because she didn't know before.

"Okay, um. Can you describe this thing?" she asked Stiles and I as she shook her head to get back on track and I put my hand over hers in a silent reassurance.

"Uh, it's probably like a book. Old, worn." Stiles told her as he tilted his head back to look at the sky in thought and I noticed Allison's deep brown eyes widened in recognition.

"Like, bound in leather?" she asked him with a knowing tint in her voice and Stiles nodded his head jerkily in answer as I picked up my highlighter from the table. "I've seen my grandfather with a book like that."

"Okay." My brother's best friend murmured before he turned around and began jogging back inside to go find Scott.

"Weirdo." I muttered to myself as I shook my head in amusement and then looked back down at my textbook to try to get some more homework done.

"Hey, Sophie." Allison said tentatively to get my attention so I looked up from my book and into her worried deep brown eyes as she bit her lower lip nervously. I quirked an eyebrow at her in question and waited for her to continue but she hesitated for a second as she played with a loose string on her sweater. "What's going on between you and Jackson? You guys are normally attached at the hip but lately you guys haven't even been talking."

"Well," I started to say with a sigh as I put my highlighter down on the table so that I could give my friend my full attention. "I'm not talking to Jack because he didn't tell anyone that Isaac's dad was beating him and I don't know why Jackson's not talking to me because I'm not talking to him to find out."

"…. Okay. I think I got all of that." She murmured mostly to herself after a moment of silence as her eyebrows pulled together in confusion and I smiled slightly at my friend just as I heard someone's footsteps running up to the table again. I turned my head around in time to see Stiles running up to the table as he took deep breaths to catch his breath.

"Where. Does he. Keep it?" he asked Allison as he pressed a hand to his heart and I smiled at him sympathetically as Allie thought about his question.

"It has to be in his office." She answered him after a minute and I watched in amusement as Stiles turned on his heel to sprint away to find Scott again.

"Hey, have you noticed Lydia been acting weird lately?" I asked Allison as I frowned in concern for my strawberry blonde friend because I hadn't been very attentive to her since she was bitten at the winter formal.

"No. I mean, I haven't really noticed anything major. Other than her breakdown at the ice rink." She answered me as her eyebrows scrunched together and her lips turned down in a concerned frown. I tapped my fingers nervously on the table top as I made a mental note to hang out with Lydia as soon as possible so that I was sure that she was okay after what happened.

"You know, drug dealers have been using disposable cell phones pretty successfully for years." I heard Stiles say from my side and I jumped a little in surprise because I had been so caught up in my thoughts that I hadn't been paying attention to my surroundings.

"My parents check every call, email and text message I send. Trust me, they'd find it." Allison informed him in frustration as she ran a hand through her long brunette hair and I smirked lightly as I reached into the top of my dress.

"All you had to do was ask." I told her cheekily as I pulled out my own cell phone and laid it down on the table in front of me while Allison and Stiles stared at me in disbelief.

"You couldn't have done that earlier? I've been running back and forth between these two idiots all day." Stiles exclaimed in angrily as he rubbed a hand over his head in frustration and I shrugged my shoulders innocently as I closed my textbook.

"This was more amusing for me." I replied as I shoved my chemistry book in my bag and stood up from my sit while Stiles fumed at me by shaking his head.

"All right, can you get the book?" Stiles asked Allison as he looked back at her and I ran a hand through my hair to make sure that it was still okay.

"Not without his keys." My brunette friend told him hesitantly as she also stood from the table because we had to go to class.

I was sitting on the bleachers at the lacrosse game that night in my Orange Plain Chunky Knit Oversized Fisherman Jumper, NAKED AND FAMOUS ultra-soft stretch jean and UGG Lattice Cardy boots with my hair in a loose low ponytail with Erica and Boyd on my left side while we watched the Timberwolves get demolishment on the field. I winced as another play got tackled to the ground by Eddie 'The Abomination' Abramovitz who was playing on the other team and decided to use my werewolf hearing to check on Danny who had been injured and was now sitting on the sidelines talking on Coach Flinstock.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" Coach asked him as he bent down to eyelevel and held up two fingers in front of Danny's face.

"Four?" Danny answered him uncertainly and I bit my lower lip in concern for my friend.

"Say two."

"Two."

"Perfect, get out there, come on. Get out there and have a stick." Coach told him with false cheer as he threw a lacrosse stick at Danny when he stood up to walk back on to the field.

"We're still short one player, Coach." I heard another one of the players call out from the field and I instantly looked towards the sidelines where Stiles was meant to be but frowned when I couldn't see his familiar shaven head on the bench.

"Where's Stilinski? Where's Stilinski?" Coach cried out in horror when he couldn't find Stiles either and I watched as he spun in a circle while examining the bleachers for something. "You! You! You play lacrosse?" He asked hopefully as he pointed in our direction and my eyebrows rose as I leaned forward to glance at Boyd on the other side of Erica.

"Uh - uh. Derek won't like this." Erica warned Boyd when he went to stand up and I nodded along with her in agreement because I knew that he didn't have the control to be playing such a violent game yet.

"Yeah. But I will." He said to us as he stood up and stripped over his jacket before walking down the steps towards the field.

"Oh, ha, ha, ha! We got ourselves a player!" Coach cheered loudly when he reached the behind and I shared an apprehensive glance with Erica just as her cell phone beeped with a text message.

"Everything okay?" I asked her when her face turned worried after reading the message on her phone and she looked back up at me with wide eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, everything's fine. Derek wants me to help him with something but I don't want to leave Boyd alone while he's playing." She explained with a dismissive wave of her hand and I nodded in understanding as I crossed my legs.

"You go help Derek and I'll stay with Boyd." I told her with a shrug of my shoulder s and she gave me a grateful smile before she practically ran down the stairs. I watched the game carefully to make sure that Boys didn't do anything to draw Gerard's attention to the fact that he was more than human. I stood up and cheered with the rest of the crowd as Scott scored the winning goal but I was soon silenced by the sight of 'The Abomination' charging into my brother's side. I took for down the stairs at my fastest human speed as Scott flew through the air and came crashing down on the grass.

"Oh, my God!" I heard someone cry from behind me but I didn't pay any attention to them as I sprinted onto the field and crouched down next to my brother in concern.

"Your leg's broken." I told him softly when I caught sight of the unnatural angle of his leg and felt the burning tears fill my eyes even though I knew that he would heal soon.

"I'm fine, I'm healing, it's okay." Scott assured me quickly as other people started running over to us and I quickly wiped away the stray tear that had fallen from my eye. He grabbed my hand in his and I turned my head to look into his deep brown eyes as I gently nudge his leg as that it wasn't totally obvious it was broken. "Go make sure Boyd is okay."

"Scott…"

"I'll be fine but Boyd might not be."

"Fine." I relented with a sigh before pressed a quickly kiss to his forehead and let Allison kneel down in my spot next to him. I stood up just as the until crowd include our mother, Coach Flinstock and Gerard surround my brother and I moved so that I was out of the way as I went I search of Boyd to make sure that he was okay.