The smile on my face was unstoppable as I made my way outside to the parking lot to meet with Derek. The test had been done and it proved Lydia was the Kanima. And that meant we were finally going to kill her. That I was finally going to get my revenge and give her what she'd always deserved. Sweet, sweet death.
"Should I assume from that smile that you know who the Kanima is?" Derek asked once I was close enough.
"Oh, yeah," I declared triumphantly. "And it's none other than Lydia Martin." Saying the words filled me with such satisfaction. I'll admit it, I'd been hoping for it to be Lydia over Jackson. I hated them both, but Lydia had always been the one to make mine and Erica's lives harder. And she could have fixed it too if she'd wanted, could have stopped the senseless bully. But she never did, and for that reason she was a monster. And now I had indisputable proof that she was in fact that very monster. A monster me and my Pack were now about to rid the world off, once and for all.
"So, what's our next move?" I asked, almost bouncing on the spot, just barely able to contain myself and the excitement that threatened to bubble over from inside of me.
"You and Boyd are coming with me," Derek began to explain, to which I instantly groaned. "Quit it," Derek ordered, but I caught the ghost of a smirk to his lips. "I know you want her dead but I need you and Boyd with me."
"But why?" I whined, not sounding like a very mature righthand I had to admit.
"Because I know what Scott and his friends will do. And I need you to help set the stage while Isaac and Erica take care of Lydia," Derek explained.
"Am I aloud to offer up an alteration to that plan?" I asked, lifting a finger in protest.
"If the alternative is you going with Erica to kill Lydia while Isaac comes with me and Boyd. Then no, you can't." I deflated, seeing that I annoyingly, wasn't going to be getting my way. The sacrifices I made for this Pack. But then again, Erica could always regale me with the every juicy details afterwards, and I loved a good story. I just wished I was more heavily featured in it.
Still, I pushed down my childish nature and straightened like the responsible Second I was trying to become. "Do you want me to tell the others then?" He nodded, and so I pulled out my phone to dish out the orders among the Pack. I told Boyd to head out back to the lacrosse field per Derek's instructions and meet us there. Then regrettably I gave Isaac and Erica the go ahead to go after Lydia once Derek let them know we had Scott distracted.
I got replies soon enough. Boyd confirming he was on his way and Erica happily accepting her orders. Isaac sent several messages rubbing it in my face that he was going to get to do the deed and I wasn't. Unfortunately for him, I'd been walking to the back of the school with Derek when he sent those texts and our Alpha saw them. He promised to go extra hard on Isaac for the next few training sessions, and since he was already being hard on him anyway I was now really looking forward to our next training session as a Pack.
We arrived at the lacrosse field before Boyd did, but once he joined us Derek moved into the tree line on the edge of the school's property. Lying in wait, ready to send the signal to Isaac and Erica, and join me and Boyd once it was done.
We didn't have to wait long for Scott to arrive, by which point I was sprawled out across on of the bleachers with Boyd stood ahead of me, ready to take Scott on if he made a move. "Scott! How are you?" I sang our cheerily, pushing myself up into a sitting up position as he marched over towards us.
"I want to talk to Derek, where is he?" Scott shouted over to us, still approaching.
"Sorry, Derek's busy right now," I said smugly, swing my legs off the bleachers so that they rested on the grass beneath. "But I'm always available for you, Scott," I teased.
"I'm not in the mood, Dylan," Scott replied, as if I couldn't tell that from his voice. "Where is he?"
Annoyed with his refusal to play along with me, I turned angry as I spoke. "Like I said, he's busy. So if you want to talk, you can talk to me and Boyd." I nodded at the big guy next to me, who then began to move forward to meet Scott.
"I'm don't want to fight," Scott pointed out, still advancing towards us.
"Good, 'cause I'm twice the size of you," Boyd said confidently.
"True," Scott admitted. But then as he got closer, and saw just how tall Boyd was in comparison to himself. It made my grin return. "Really, really true," Scott said again, sounding less sure of himself for a moment.
"Plus there's two of us, and only one of you," I added with a smirk.
"Yeah, but I don't remember that working out to well for you last time," Scott reminded me, once again wiping away my smirk and replacing it with a scowl.
"I admit you did pretty well at the ice rink," I conceded as I stood up. "But I'm not some newbie Werewolf anymore. I'm stronger now, more in control." With my confidence returning, so did my smile. "And I'm more than certain I can take you."
Scott readied himself for a fight, while me and Boyd remained stationary, arms casually at our sides, knowing we had the advantage. Then Scott launched himself, tackling Boyd to the ground. I broke into a sprint, at them with in a second. Scott was already back on his feet, but I was also in motion. This time I tackled him, gliding over Boyd and taking Scott to the ground with me.
I felt Boyd rise behind me, but it didn't matter, I had Scott now. He was trapped beneath me as I straddled his waist, pinning him as I captured both his arms and held them above his head. He tried to break free but my hold was too good, and already my claws were digging into his wrists, drawing some blood.
I smiled down at him in satisfied victory, blonde hair dripping down on either side of my face. Realising I had him, he looked up to see what I was going to do next. "Now, what Scott?" I said in seductive sweetness. "I've got your arms." I dug my claws in a little deeper, making him squirm for a second. "I've got your hips." I shifted my weight over him, moving from left to right, brushing him teasingly. "Let's see what else I can grab." I laughed, seeing how comfortable he was from the position I had him in. If I'd been Allison all would be fine, but I wasn't Allison, and this would not be helping things between them. Which gave me all the more incentive to continue.
That was until my Alpha joined us. "Release him." At my Alpha's order, I let go of Scott's arms, and regrettably got off of him. There goes my fun, I thought as Scott climbed back up to his feet, wrists already having healed minus a little blood that was still on his skin. "She failed the test, Scott," Derek said, in reference to Lydia, continuing on as if my little tease with Scott hadn't just happened.
Apparently Scott preferred it that way, continuing on himself despite the slight blush to his cheeks. I chose to take that as a job well done, smiling to myself as he spoke. "Yeah, which doesn't prove anything. Lydia's different."
"I know," Derek admitted, fully serious as he spoke. "At night she turns into a homicidal walking snake."
"I'm not going to let you kill her," Scott declared defensively. Unfortunately for Scott however, he'd fall into our trap as our Alpha had expected. Derek looked to me and Boyd, lifting his brow in amusement while we both grinned.
He then turned back to Scott, simply saying, "Who said I was gonna do it?" Scott seemed confused by this for a moment, but then it clicked and his head shot back towards the school. He'd remembered that there were five members in this Pack.
I could see what he was about to do, but I was faster, anticipating his actions. I swung out with my leg, catching his and he went straight down onto the grass. I smirked when I saw him groaning. He hadn't been expecting the attack and thus had left him mildly winded from the sudden drop. I really was getting quite good at this.
"I don't know why you think you have to protect everyone now, Scott. But even so, Lydia has killed people and she's gonna do it again, and next time it's gonna be one of us," Derek explained as I fell back in line between him and Boyd.
"What if you're wrong?" Scott groaned up from the ground.
"She was bitten by an Alpha, it's her," Derek insisted.
"You saw that thing up close. You know it's not like us," Scott continued to argue.
"But it is!" Derek snapped, getting sick of Scott's denial. Frankly, so was I. "We're all shapeshifters. You don't know what you're dealing with. It happens rarely and it happens for a reason."
"What's reason?" Scott asked carefully, trying to lower the tension, and to my surprise, it worked.
"Sometimes the shape you take reflects the person that you are." Then in further surprise, I watched as Derek offered Scott his hand. Scott took it, and I did my best not to let my eyes widen at this strange scenario playing out before me, as my Alpha pulled the Omega up to his feet. But then conversation continued with Derek pointing out, "Even Stiles calls her cold blooded."
Scott paused for a moment, thinking before he then said something I'd never thought of. "What if she's immune? What if she's got something inside of her that makes her immune to the bite – which is why she didn't get paralysed by the venom?"
"No one's immune to the bite!" Derek argued back. "I've never seen it or heard of it. It's not possible."
Letting out a groan of frustration, Scott briefly turned away, running two frantic hands through his hair. I smirked, enjoying the the fact that he couldn't break our brick wall of an Alpha. But Derek was right, Lydia was the Kanima and she was going to die regardless of what Scott said. But yet again he surprised me, by turning around and looking at me instead of Derek.
"Dylan?" As he addressed me the smirk flew from my face, genuine shock passing over me. I had no idea why he was suddenly talking to me instead of our Alpha, the one who was in charge. "You have to know this is wrong? I get that you don't like Lydia, but murdering her? You're not a monster. None of us are, not even Lydia. And even if she is, let me just confirm it before you do anything."
It took me a minute to recover. Actually more than a minute, quite a few actually, as I felt not only Scott's eyes on me, but my Alpha's as well. But whatever Scott was planning on, it wasn't going to work. I knew in my heart Lydia was the villain in this story, just like she'd been even before I became a Werewolf. She was the Kanima, and I was with my Alpha on this, she had to die. Maybe I didn't think that entirely for the right reasons, maybe I was being selfish and just wanted revenge. But the fact was she was a monster, a monster that had now killed multiple people. And like Derek had said, she had to be stopped.
"We have all the proof we need," I growled angrily towards Scott, for whatever trick he was trying to pull on me. "We know Lydia's the Kanima and we're going to kill her today." I then stepped forward towards Scott, squaring up to him. "She's always been a monster, Scott. Even before she became this thing. She made my life, and my sister's life, hell. For that alone she deserves to die. The fact that she's the Kanima is just the final nail in the coffin as far as I'm concerned."
I paused, smiling as I glanced towards the school. "Besides, it's probably already over by now anyway."
"I doubt that," Scott replied, a smirk of his own forming and throwing me off.
"Why?" I asked without thinking.
As he spoke, Scott started to back away. "I was hopping I could convince you to give me a chance, but then again… I wasn't counting on it." I cursed under my breath. He'd known we were distracting him, or that the very least we wouldn't let him back into the building once he met us out here. And so he'd come up with a backup plan to counter our own.
I blinked and then Scott was running back towards the school. I felt Boyd move from beside me but I held up my hand to stop him before he could pass me. I then lifted my head high in the air and inhaled, scents and smells rushing up to greet me as I sorted through them, looking for one that I knew would be in the air. Lydia's.
As I thought, her scent was in the air. It was faint, but it meant she'd more than likely left the school. I'd also picked up Stiles and Allison's scents as well. He had played us. Damn it! "His friends have taken Lydia out of the school," I quickly announced, informing Derek who nodded in agreement when I looked to him along with Boyd.
"I know," he said, voice calm despite my own alarm at the thought of Lydia getting away, at escaping her punishment. No! I wouldn't let her escape, not again. I will get my revenge! "Come on," Derek said, nodding his head in a command for us to follow him. "Call Erica and Isaac. Tell them to meet us out front. It's time for a hunt."