The spot where we were to wait with Jackson was one of the, 'bathrooms,' on the other side of the building. Stiles was supposed to meet us there but shockingly, he wasn't there upon arrival. So we dumped Jackson into the fold out chair in the corner and then proceeded to wait together in the unnecessarily large bathroom that housed one toilet and that was it. Then again, it was a high school rave in the warehouse district of Beacon Hills, you took what you could get.

"Should we…tie him up?" Isaac suggested, as the three of us stood, staring at the unconscious Jackson in the chair before us.

"You got any rope?" I asked, arms folded as I stood in between Erica and Isaac.

"No," he answered.

"You know where to get some?" I asked.

"…No."

I shot him a smug smile, enjoying the light moment of teasing. "Think you've answered your question there," I pointed out.

"Next time someone should bring something to tie him up," Isaac suggested as he ran his hand along his jaw.

"I'm actually hoping there isn't going to be a next time," I muttered before we all shot around to the door as it opened. Erica, being the closest, was ready to punch the person who was intruding, but stopped when she saw Stiles throw up his hands in peace.

"No, no, no! Just me, it's just me!" Stiles quickly exclaimed before coming in and closing the door once we lowered our claws. He then moved in between me and Erica, looking to me as he nodded towards Jackson, hands on his hips. "Is he okay?"

"He's not dead, if that's what your worried about," I pointed out with sarcastic cheer to my voice.

"Although we can change that," Isaac said, stepping forward and bringing out his claws.

"Hey, hey!" Stiles began to protest, but backed up into Erica when Isaac turned to him.

"Isaac," I warned halfheartedly, not particularly caring all that much if he were to kill him now. It would certainly make my life easier.

"Relax," Isaac said with a sly grin. "I'm just making sure he's sedated." He then turned to Jackson, going to cut his chest with his claws, when Jackson's hand suddenly caught his wrist. At first Isaac was caught off guard like the rest of us, but then he started to groan and wince in pain as Jackson's hold on his wrist apparently tightened. Thinking he was going to break Isaac's wrist, I stepped in, grabbing hold of Jackson's hand and Isaac's arm before prying them apart. Once I did, I quickly pulled Isaac back while the bear trap that was Jackson's hand dropped to his side once more.

"Okay, no one does anything like that again, okay?" Stiles exclaimed as he looked between us all. I ignored him, setting Isaac down on the toilet while I checked his wrist, although I did catch Erica nodding her head in furious agreement with Stiles. I spared her a glance and saw her eyes fixed on Jackson before I went back to Isaac, checking on his wrist. It looked bruised, but not broken, and would hopefully be healed in a few moments.

"You'll live. Just give it a few minutes to heal," I said with a soft smile before I stood up, turning back to examine Jackson who was just as still as he'd been before. And apparently just as deadly, even if he appeared unconscious. I looked over to Erica, seeing her shaking ever so slightly.

"I thought the ketamine was supposed to put him out," Isaac groaned out, still holding wrist which wasn't as bad as he was making out to be.

"Yeah, well, apparently this is all we're going to get. So let's just hope that whoever's controlling him just decided to show up tonight," Stiles said aloud as I stepped past him to take Erica's hand. She jumped at first, blushing a little before she realised it was me and the red slowly faded away.

"You doing okay?" I whispered, not wanting to attract the attention of Stiles or Isaac who were both arguing about the state of Isaac's wrist.

"Yeah… Yeah, I'm fine," Erica said nodding before she forced on a brave smile. I was proud of her for that, for powering on through even though we both knew she was scared. She never could have done this before, so even if she might've thought she was back sliding after the seizure, this was proof to me that she was still stronger than ever. And I was just so proud of her for that. So I smiled back, before our heads then shot towards Jackson as he suddenly spoke.

"I'm here," Jackson said, his voice scarily deep and unnatural as he glared at us through eyes that were halfway up into his head. "I'm right here with you."

"The master?" I asked, leaning over towards Stiles.

"Think so," Stiles said while nervously nodding his head. He then looked to me, and I looked back, before we both crept forward, crouching down in front of Jackson so that we were eye level with him. We shared another look, unsure now that we were closer. But I was surprised by how Stiles held his nerve, turning back to Jackson and asking, "Jackson, is that you?"

"Us. We're all here," Jackson said, still glaring with his head lowered and voice just as mysteriously deep.

"God, that's creepy," I murmured, fighting the urge to run at how utterly terrifying this all was. Another look from Stiles told me he was feeling the same before he asked his next question.

"Are you the one killing people?"

"We are the ones killing murderers," deep voiced Jackson answered firmly.

"So all the people you've killed so far–" Stiles began to ask, before Jackson cut him off angrily.

"Deserved it," he snapped.

"That doesn't make them murderers," I pointed out bravely, before I then had to swallow the lump in my throat.

"And we've got a little rule book that says you only go after murderers," Stiles added, backing me up.

"Anything can break if enough pressure's applied," Jackson explained.

"All right, so the people you're killing are all murderers then?" Stiles asked somewhat skeptically.

"All. Each. Every. One," Jackson said slowly.

"Okay. This might be an obvious question, but who did they murder?" I asked slowly.

"Me," Jackson answered, or rather the master answered using Jackson's voice.

"Wait, what?" Stiles asked in confusion.

"They murdered me," Jackson growled out in anger.

Stiles and I looked to one another again, during which I asked, "That's creepy right?"

"Definitely creepy," agreed Stiles.

"Although not as creepy as that," pointed out Isaac. We both looked to see him up on his feet now, stood alongside a trembling Erica, both staring at what was in front of me and Stiles. Slowly we turned back around, jumping back and up to our feet when we saw Jackson's eyes had shifted into their Kanima form.

"They murdered me," Jackson repeated, trembling just as badly as Erica as he straightened up, head raising to reveal the scales that were beginning to form along his body. Quickly me and Stiles back up along with Erica and Isaac, all of us up against the wall as we watched Jackson's shift before our eyes.

Feeling Erica's fear radiating off her, I raised my arm before her, using myself to shield her from the creature that was growing before us, the creature that would undoubtable cause us more pain if we let it. But I wouldn't let it get to Erica, not until it got through me. I would protect her, and my Pack – and yes even Stiles in this strange moment in time, as I raised my arm to force him behind me also.

"Okay, all right. More ketamine. The man needs ketamine. Come one," Stiles declared.

"We don't have anymore," I answered, eyes remaining on Jackson as he stared back at us all, his head rolling from one side to the other.

"You used the whole bottle?" Stiles said in disbelief.

"I used what Scott gave me," I snapped back through a clenched jaw.

"Did you not think to ask for more?" Stiles snapped, which made me finally turn to face him, glaring at him as I bared my angry teeth at him too.

"No! I assumed Scott had given me enough," I snapped back.

"Well, clearly he didn't," shouted Stiles.

"Obviously," I agreed, just as angry despite the fact we were agreeing, although I was pretty sure we were still fighting.

"Guys," Erica said nervously, tapping my shoulder as me and Stiles turned to her, only to then follow her paralysed gaze towards Jackson, who was up on his feet now. The entire right side of his body now covered in scales and looking more like the Kanima with each passing second. Then he suddenly hissed at us, making us all jump as we got a look at his slimy, little sharp teeth. Immediately after he finished, his head started shaking about like mad, his body suddenly twisting this way and that way as more scales appeared on his body, his hair falling form his head as it reshaped itself into the Kanima's.

"Dylan?" Erica whimpered.

"Get out. Everybody out!" Dylan shouted before Stiles and Isaac shouted in agreement. I stepped towards the door, but ushered the others out behind me first, while I kept my eyes on Jackson and his horrifically terrifying transformation. From behind me, Erica grabbed Stiles hand as she lead the way out. Isaac was right behind them and once I knew he was practically out, I followed before I then slammed the door shut. I braced myself against it only for the others to all slam their bodies into mine, making sure that the door definitely remained shut.

"Okay, I'll find something to move in front of the door and then we'll–" before Stiles got to finish just saying his idea, the Kanima burst through the wall next to us. Breaking apart the metal wall and leaving a gaping hole next to us before it scurried off at immense speed on all fours.

Leaving the four of us behind with matching expressions of shock, horror and panic.

"Well, now what do we do?" Isaac exclaimed, though didn't dare to move along with the rest of us, in case the Kanima suddenly came running back.

It took me about a second to make a decision. "Outside. Now. We'll regroup with Derek and Scott." There was no arguments as we all broke away from the door and ran like crazy towards the exits. And despite not being supernatural, Stiles was the one who ran the furthest and the quickest. Then again, considering the amount of Werewolves he knew, he probably did his fair share of running. When a crowd of people began to leave we got cut off from him as he ran on a head.

Seeing she was still nervous and scared, eyes twitching as she looked around, I pulled Erica towards me and took Isaac's hand with my other. We were going to be fine, we just needed to get to Derek. So I guided them through the crowd, keeping them close until we got outside along with the crowd we'd joined. Derek was already waiting for us with Stiles, but that was when I realised our problem, something I don't think any of us had thought about.

I felt it instantly, looking down along with my Pack, seeing the line of mountain ash that I presumed stretched around the whole building. That was when I recognised the feeling. Before with my hand, my brain hadn't been able to make sense of it, but looking down at it now, I knew this feeling. It was as if I were standing at the edge of a cliff, the ash line being the edge, and I couldn't step over it for fear of falling to my death. Only there wasn't a fear of death from falling, just a part of my brain that refused to let me step over it because of some unknown reason. But I knew I couldn't step over it, I could feel it, and so could Isaac and Erica. All of us now realising we were trapped. Inside the mountain ash barrier. With the Kanima.

Cheerful Stiles however, did not realise this. "Oh, my God. It's working! Oh, this is – I did something," Stiles said, pleased with himself as he celebrated next to Derek who was staring helplessly at us, knowing he couldn't get to us, just like we couldn't get to him.

It was then something else occurred to me, and I frowned. Looking around to confirm it before looking back to Derek who met my eye. "Where's Scott?" I asked. Derek didn't need to answer my question though, because I then suddenly knew where Scott was and I knew he was in danger. Because he howled. And I felt him in that howl, his pain, his need for help and his call to us. I turned back to building and I instinctively knew where to go. Isaac and Erica were staring at the building too, but when they turned back to me I knew they didn't understand it the way I did – although I didn't understand how I understood it myself.

"Break it," I heard Derek order Stiles from behind.

"What?" Stiles said in confusion. "No way."

"Scott's dying!" Derek exclaimed, pointing towards the building as me and the rest of the Pack looked to him and Stiles.

"Okay, what? How do you know that?" Stiles stammered.

"Oh, my God, Stiles, I just know! Break it!" Derek snapped, to which Stiles let out an annoyed grunt mixed in with a groan before he waved his hands over the mountain ash and the line broke. And with it broken, the edge of the cliff vanished and I knew I could now step over the line as I pleased. I was free once more, no longer a caged wolf. But no sooner was I free, than my Alpha was dishing out fresh orders. "Dylan, come with me. You two, stay with him."

I spared Erica a glance, making sure she was all right before running after Derek. She seemed all right now that she was free and outside, away from the Kanima, but she had looked worried. Worried for me. I just hoped that worry was unnecessary as I ran after Derek, heading towards where I'd heard Scott's howl come from.

Derek got to the room first, barging in without a thought for himself. I shouted for him to wait, my instincts telling me something was wrong, but he went in anyway. I followed, but was too late as a woman came at him from behind and stabbed him in the back with a knife. I shouted, ready to fight her off when Derek kicked her back and chased her towards the corner of the room. "Get Scott!" Derek ordered before ducking under another knife swing by the crazy woman in the shadows of the misty room.

Reluctantly I followed my Alpha's wishes, going to Scott who was on the floor. It was only when I reached him that I realised what was in the air. Wolfsbane. I was already choking on it, coughing and spluttering as I grabbed Scott. My shift took over without my say, which only seemed to make things worse. I knew I had to be fast, if not for Scott then for myself. So I wrapped both arms around his chest and heaved him towards the door, dragging him out before I collapsed through the doorway.

Now in wolfsbane free air, I inhaled deeply before looking to Scott who lay next to me on the ground. Only his chest wasn't moving. "Scott? Scott?" Nothing. I dragged him away from the doorway, getting him away from the wolfsbane before I rolled him onto his back. I knew some basic ways to check if someone was breathing, putting my ear to his nose and mouth, but even with my enhanced hearing I couldn't hear or feel him breathing.

He need CPR. Luckily I'd done a class, along with several others that I could use to help Erica whenever she had a seizure. Fat load of good it'd done me recently, but right now it might just be the thing that saves Scott's life. Opening up his mouth, I started pressing down on his chest with both hands. Pressing in a rhythmic beat of, 'One, two, three, four.' Once I'd done that twice, I breathed into mouth twice, forcing the fresh air into his body and hopefully expelling the wolfsbane from his lungs. Another round of pressing on his chest, before I breathed into his mouth once more. And this time, when my lips left his, he coughed, splutter a bit, then look up at me, knelt over him by his side.

I smiled, surprised to be happy that he was alive. I chalked it up to the fact that he was a temporary member of the Pack. There was no way I was starting to care for, or even like, this annoying idiot. For one thing he was way too nice.

He smiled in thanks, but then quickly passed out, head dipping back. He was still breathing though, and he'd shifted back to normal now too. Hardly surprising consider how long he'd probably been inside that steam room of wolfsbane. I'd only been in for a few seconds and I thought I was going to die.

The sound of someone coming out made me turn, sighing when I saw it was Derek, albeit an exhausted and heavily breathing Derek. "What happened to the woman?" I asked, only then realising how heavily I was breathing as well.

"She got away," Derek said, stepping over to my side as he looked down at Scott.

"What are we going to do about her?" I breathed out, still catching my breath after the wolfsbane assault on my lungs.

"It's been taken care of," Derek said, refusing to elaborate any further. I didn't want to ask either, so I let the matter go as he wished. "Are you able to walk?" he asked his gaze shifting to me. I nodded, taking his hand as he helped me to my feet. He then took Scott in both arms before he led me back outside.

Once outside, Stiles, Erica and Isaac bombarded us with questions, very few of which Derek and I managed to answer before Derek shut them all up with a warning growl. He then explained he was taking Scott and me to Dr. Deaton to be checked out. While he was doing that he wanted Isaac and Erica to go home and rest. He didn't really care what Stiles did. And after a car ride in Derek's car, the three of us were at the Beacon Hills Animal Clinic, in the examining room with Scott on the table. Derek was sat in a chair, more exhausted then he was willing to admit I bet, while I was sat on the counter. I would have been sat up on the examining table but since Scott occupied that, Deaton had told me to wait by the counter. I'd taken that as an invitation to sit on it. He never said anything.

He started off with his examination of Scott. Giving him a few things that seemed to bring him out of his unconscious state before he fell under once more. I don't no why, but Deaton reassured me that he was fine, just sleeping. I hadn't been concerned, and I doubted my face said I was. I never got a chance to ask why he thought I was worried, but even if I did I doubted I'd have the energy to listen to his explanation.

Once he was then done with Scott, he came over to me. He checked my vitals in various old fashioned ways, took my temperature, tested my reaction time. When his little tests were all done he offered me a tablet of some kind which I took. It tasted disgusting, which I made more than clear with my gagging. Deaton smiled. "Don't worry, the taste will only last until the morning. It should help get the wolfsbane out of your system a little faster."

"Thanks…I think," I muttered, and Deaton smiled back, clapping his hand on my shoulder before he added on to my prescription.

"What you need now is rest."

I would have been more than happy to follow his suggestion, but he wasn't my Alpha. So I looked past him to Derek, sat in his chair with his arms folded. He looked to me and gave a tired nod, to which I smiled gratefully. I was so in need of my bed, and now that it was under doctor's orders, I was doubly sure I wanted it now. So I slid off the counter, thanked both the doctor and my Alpha before bidding them a good night. I even murmured one to Scott on the way out, hoping that he got better soon. He was a Pack mate after all, even if temporary.

As I walked through the clinic though, I remembered I didn't have my car, which meant a long walk to the warehouse where the rave had been to collect it. My mood dropped once more, my body slouching as I left the building. And then my mood immediately brightened, seeing who was waiting for me.

It was Erica. Despite her orders she'd come to get me. She didn't have the car, she wasn't a legalised driver yet, but her company would make the walk there fly by before we climbed into our beds. And if she wanted to share then we were going in mine cause I really needed my own bed. She was fine with that, and did her own check up on me as we walked through the quiet streets of Beacon Hills. And thankfully, there wasn't a Kanima in sight for the rest of the night.