It wasn't much of a hunt, but it was a chance to try out some of my tracker training with Derek. That said, once we arrived at Lydia's location, I felt like Derek had known we were coming here all along. I chose to ignore that fact and look at the entire experience as good practise, regardless of how I felt about the wasted time. I mean the sun was already setting. But I also suspected my Alpha had timed that deliberately too. After all, against humans, we had another advantage at night, because we Werewolves can see better in the dark. And with Scott's scent nowhere to be smelt, I could tell we only had three humans between us and Lydia.
Some further sniffing confirmed to me that the three other humans were Stiles, Allison and Jackson. So our opponents were two idiots on the lacrosse team and one Hunter. The Hunter was obviously the biggest threat, but that said, she was our age and hardly seemed as willing to kill as the other Hunters Derek had described. Were as I was more than happy to kill her, and anyone else that got between me and Lydia.
"So are we going to stand out here all night, or are we going to kill the bitch already?" Isaac asked, a tad on the impatient side. But again, I was glad he'd asked what I'd been wanting to myself. Even if it wasn't with as much respect as I would have said it.
"Relax," Derek said calmly. He was stood slightly ahead of the rest of us, even though we were all in a line in front of Scott's house. "It's not like they can stop us."
"Yeah but standing around here–"
"Isaac," I cut him off, sending him a glare that silenced him. We were both stood on Derek's left so I was able to look at him directly without having anyone else in between us. My warning worked, shutting him up even if he was clearly still itching to get this underway. Like I said, I was much the same, but I had more respect for Derek than he apparently had. "He does have a point though," I said calmly as I turned towards our Alpha. "The longer we wait the longer Scott has to come and join them. That means dragging this out, which means making more noise, which will attract attention."
He turned to look at me, smirking as he spoke. "And this from the girl who let our newest wolf play lacrosse?"
The other male members of the pack snickered, but Boyd quickly shut up when Erica slammed her elbow into his ribs, with a loud enough thud for us all to hear. "I don't plan on making the same mistake twice," I said smoothly, and he seemed to appreciate that before looking back to the house.
The curtains on either side of the front door were once again drawn. Every so often Allison and Stiles had opened them up to peek out at us, during which we'd just smiled back confidently until they hid away again. We all knew Lydia was up the stairs with Jackson, talking about some pointless key issue. She probably didn't even know what was about to happen, which made this all the more fun.
"All right," Derek finally said. "Dylan, take Isaac and try the back door. If you can get in quietly, do it. Once your in, open the front door and I'll send Erica in to join you. If you can't get in, come back here, understood?" I nodded, then rolled my head in an order for Isaac to follow me. He was more than happy to as we casually strolled around behind the house. From what I could hear, Allison and Stile had no idea of what we were planning, still debating whether to call her father or not.
I hoped they didn't. It would end in the same way, Derek had assured me of that, but this was personal for me, for my sister, for my Pack. It should be us who gets to put this thing down, to put Lydia down. Not the Hunters. In any case, they seemed no closer to a decision as I tried the back door, finding it unlocked. I glanced over my shoulder to Isaac, smirk lighting up as he grinned back. I was gonna have to thank Scott for being such an idiot after this.
Opening the door, me and Isaac slipped in before closing it behind us. Still having not been heard, we silently moved into the hallway, our eyes already glowing from within the darkness. We found Allison and Stiles still by the windows, Allison with her crossbow in hand, aimed at the window – presumably at the Werewolves who were still outside. Stiles was at the other window, looking out as he watched them, or as it turned out, counted them.
"Where the hell is Dylan and Isaac?" But it was too late now. We were in, and they were defenceless against us.
"Right here, Stiles," I said announcing our presence. Allison swung to try and aim the crossbow at us, but I knocked her weapon wielding arm aside and kicked out her legs from under her, sending her to the floor with a thud. I smiled at my handing work, smelling the blood that was leaking into her mouth through a cut inside her cheek.
Meanwhile Isaac had grabbed Stiles and thrown him into the living room area. I stepped over to join him, leaving the extremely unthreatening Allison on the floor behind me. And to the idiot's credit, Stiles didn't wet himself, despite the fact that Isaac was towering over him, eyes glowing brightly. "Remember not to hurt him too badly," I pointed out, knowing how it would make Erica feel to see her crush battered and bruised.
"I'll try to," Isaac replied with a grin over his shoulder, before turning back to Stiles and advancing.
I turned back around, fully expecting to have my second round with Allison, but to my delight she'd ran up the stairs. No where to run now. I thought with a dark grin as I made my way over to the front door. It hardly required rocket science to open it up, holding it open proudly once I did. I grinned over to my Alpha and fellow Pack members, waiting for my sister to join me in the final kill. Derek nodded and she ran up to join me and my giddy smile.
As we walked up the stairs, I caught Erica's glance into the living room where Isaac was throwing Stiles around. There was a moment of sadness in her eyes, before they steeled, remembering why we were here. She looked up to me, and her grin slid back into place along with mine.
It was time to get our revenge.
"Stiles! It's here!" came Allison's voice from behind one of the upstairs doors.
"Well, obviously," I muttered with a roll of the eyes that made Erica laugh, while we positioned ourselves in front of the door from which Allison's voice had come from. "Do you want to do it, or should I?" I asked politely, though I really wanted to do it. She must have known that though, my thoughtful sister, because she said I could do it. And it was one hell of a rush as I kicked the door open. The bolt locking it breaking apart as the door swung into the wall, revealing Allison stood in what I assumed to be Scott's bedroom, her crossbow aimed at us.
"Since I'm in a good mode. I'll let you drop that crossbow and walk out, so long as you leave us Lydia," I said to Allison, doing my best to be friendly while Erica folded her arms at my side.
Allison shook her head, but I could see the tremble in that moment, smell the fear on her. It was another rush I was more than willing to take, smiling at the frightened little Huntress. "I'm not going to let you hurt her."
I looked to Erica and we both burst out laughing. "And what are you going to do to stop us?" Erica laughed out.
We'd clearly gotten to her, as a shiver of rage passed through her, but even so, she had one bolt in that crossbow. And if she fired it she'd never load another before one of us grabbed her. And once we had her she was done for.
"Go on then," I prompted her, making her jump a little as I took a step into the room. But still she didn't fire. "Shoot me if your going to." I waited but still nothing. I smiled, seeing how weak she really was in comparison to me and Erica.
"No. I didn't think you would." I tilted my head to the side, smiling as I watched her take a step back, pressing herself against the wall.
"You know what I've been thinking about, Erica?" I said casually as I turned to my sister.
"What?" she replied cheerily.
I looked back to Allison, an evil look in my eye. "I've been wondering what it would feel like to steal someone's boyfriend. I mean, it must be a pretty sick rush of power."
Of course me and Erica had already caused a fair amount of break ups around school. We hadn't gotten into any serious relationships but we'd had plenty of flings which then resulted in a number of breakups, which made the experience all the more fun for us both. Getting back at all of those that had wronged us. But that hadn't been stealing someone's boyfriend, that had been temporary. I wanted to see what it was like to steal them and hold onto them.
"I think I might try it with Scott actually," I added, looking to Erica as we both grinned.
When I looked back to Allison, I could see in her eyes she was visibly worried. Obviously all the secret get togethers and the quick kisses weren't enough to comfort her pretty little head. There was still a fear inside her, a fear he would leave her for someone better, someone more like him, someone like the older girl who'd been brushing her hips against him that time in the hallway.
"I don't think it's gonna be that hard either," I continued, turning my attention back to Allison, who tried to hid her thoughts from her face. Tightening her hold on the crossbow. "Because why would he bother waiting around for five minutes with you, when he can have me anytime he wants…. When he can do, anything he wants with me," I teased with a menacing grin before she fired the crossbow.
My hand shot out by instinct – Derek would be proud – and I grabbed the bolt that had been aiming for my sister. I looked to it, then turned back to Allison with a furious glare. So that was how she wanted to do it. I took her boyfriend so her response was to take my sister! She was going to pay for even thinking such a thought.
"I'm going to make you regret…" My words fell from my mouth and as I went to advance on her. My body then fell too, collapsing onto the floor. I tried to move but nothing responded. I could just see Allison from where I lay, but I couldn't see Erica who was calling my name. It took me a moment to realise what had happened, that I'd been paralysed. Then it hit me, the Kanima venom.
At that moment I caught Allison's moment towards the window. I felt the movements against the floor as Erica leapt after her. And then came another thud. Silence stretched out for a moment, until I heard the footsteps of the one still standing. They stopped by me, then grabbed a handful of my hair to pull me up by. My head was turned, and I was unable to do anything about it, as Allison showed me my paralysed sister on the floor by the window.
I wanted to growl. I so badly wanted to growl. To let out the rage that was boiling inside of me. More than that though, I wanted to hurt Allison. To tear her limb from limb for humiliating me and for doing this to Erica. But I was helpless, completely frozen and at her mercy as she dropped my head back down on the floor, leaning down so I could see her smug perky little face.
"Stay away from my boyfriend, Bitch," was all she said, before smiling triumphantly back at me. All I could do was glare, and let my eyes speak for me, telling her that this was not over and I would get even with her. But she pulled away, unthreatened by my glare. And why would she be. I was now the defenceless one, and she had all the power.
I'd been so close to my revenger, to mine and Erica's revenge…and again it'd been snatched away from us. Like everything good in our lives.
I wanted to cry. Cry at how unfair everything was. Becoming a Werewolf was meant to change all this, give us power no one – nothing else – could rival. And yet here I was sprawled out on the floor, along with my sister. Both of us suffering silently until I smelt Scott.
He picked us both up and carried us down stairs by the waist. I hated him so much in that moment, hated them all for besting us and treating us like naughty little kids. Then to add further embarrassment to an already horrific day, he threw us out onto the front law, followed shortly by an unconscious Isaac who he'd apparently knocked out.
Part of me was grateful for not landing on my face when we were thrown out. But then I found myself quickly regretting that when I saw Derek looking down at us. His eyes filled with annoyance, irritation, mild anger and disappointment. The same disappointment I'd spent days trying to recover from last time, and now here I was again, back to square one because of one stupid Hunter. And it had all started out so well…
Thankfully, our Alpha's gaze didn't remain on the three of us, as he lifted it to look at Scott, Allison and Stiles who were stood on the front porch. "I think I'm finally getting why you keep refusing me, Scott. You're not an omega, you're already an Alpha of your own Pack." He had been smiling at the stupid omega, who continued to impress him more than any of us apparently.
I really just want this day to be over now…please.
Derek's smile then grew as he said to Scott, "But you know you can't beat me."
"I can hold you off until the cops get here," Scott pointed out, and he was right. We all knew it too. This was over, for now. But we would get Lydia and I would get my revenge.
But then in one second all those thoughts flew away from my head, when I saw the Kanima on the roof of Scott's house. Apparently having heard it too, Scott and co ran off the porch and onto the lawn. Looking up to see that it had been above them.
Then, as if just seeing all of us down on the lawn below, it let out a hiss, before taking off into the night. It was looking like my revenge was going to have to wait.
The next one to speak was Derek, presumably to Boyd. "Get them out of here," he ordered. I might have objected if I could speak. But then for the second time in a matter of seconds all my thoughts were whisked away. As I watched Lydia Martin march out onto the porch of Scott's house.
"Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on?" she demanded, clearly shaken up by the whole ordeal – of which she probably only knew half the story.
And then the realisation hit me. One which I didn't want to admit, but had no choice but to. Lydia wasn't the Kanima. It just wasn't that fast, and her cloths couldn't have magically appear on her after shifting. They might as well have been standing in the same room, but even if they hadn't been, the scene before us all proved one thing. Lydia was not the Kanima. Which left all of us wondering just who it was.
There was a long stretch of silence, and no one moved. At least until Derek repeated his order to Boyd. "Get them out of here. Now. Take them back to the lair, and wait for me." With the dramatic reveal now behind us, I can only assume Boyd nodded before I felt my body being lifted up. He slung me around shoulders, then tucked Erica under one arm and held Isaac by the waist of his jeans. In all honesty, I was surprised he was able to hold all three of us at once, never mind carry us. It wasn't easy for him though, he could only walk, but none of us other than Derek would have been able to do what he was doing right now. Without a doubt, Boyd was the most physically strong amongst the Pack. That was probably why Derek had turned him.
And so, Boyd carried the Pack away, literally on his back, while I watched Derek and Scott take off after the Kanima, leaving Allison and Stiles to deal with Lydia. Lydia who wasn't the Kanima. Lydia who I no longer would have an excuse – at least in Derek's eyes – to kill. I'd missed my one and only window to rid myself, and Erica, off her. To rid the world of her.
This day couldn't be any more of a disappointment, I thought as I uncontrollably swung back and forth from Boyd's back. Little did I know there was still more to come…