ADELINE LAHEY

"I knew I should have brought a warmer jacket," Sammy and I heard Allison say from under the bleachers.

"You're cold, here take my coat," Allison's grandpa started taking off his coat, just like we planned.

"Are you sure?"

"Oh, yeah," he gave Allison the coat and she shrugged it on. Sammy took that as her cue to move, while I stayed under the bleachers.

"Thanks," Allison said as she discreetly held out the keys for Sammy to take.

She snatched them and was about to bolt when Allison's grandpa said, "Samantha Stilinski, is that you?"

Her face went pale but she calmly greeted, "Oh, hey guys!"

"Come, watch the game with us. You're one of Allison's best friends, aren't you?"

"Yes, but I-"

"You will come sit with us, I insist," he said in a scary tone.

Sammy gave him a polite smile while handing me the keys through the bleachers. "Of course."

She went to go join them and I took off running from the bleachers to where Rae was waiting.

"Where's Sammy?" she asked.

"Allison's grandpa told her to sit with them, so she gave me the keys," I gave a big smile, proud to be of use.

She smiled back, "Gotcha. Thanks, Addie!"

She was about to turn when I frowned, "Addie? Only my brother calls me that."

A worried look came over her face. "Oh, yeah. I heard Isaac call you it today, and I liked it. Is it okay if I call you that?"

"Yeah… I was just surprised to hear that name in so long," I smiled.

She frowned and looked like she was about to say something when Stiles ran up behind her and asked, "What's taking so long? Let's go!"

She nodded and they started running towards the school. When I saw their figures disappear behind the school, I walked back to the bleachers. I saw that Sammy was still sitting with Allison and her grandpa, so I went to take a seat next to Ms. McCall.

"Hey sweetie, where've you been?" she asked me.

I smiled innocently at her. "Nowhere."

She gave me one of her all-knowing looks and grumbled, "Mmm hmm. I see Scott and Rae are already influencing you."

I was about to respond when a hurt player was carried in front of us. He groaned, "Ahh, I can't feel my legs!"

Ms. McCall winced and someone from the other side of her asked, "He belong to you?"

We turned to see one of the lacrosse players, but he was holding a camera.

"No, mine is still on the field," Ms. McCall answered. "While I'm here really wishing that he would've stuck with tennis!"

He started taking some pictures and Ms. McCall asked, "You the yearbook photographer?"

"No, I, uh, I just take pictures," he answered.

"Just lacrosse, or other things?"

"Anything that catches my eye," he was looking at what he had taken a picture of with a weird smile on his face, then walked away.

Ms. McCall and I looked at each other and shrugged.

RAEGAN MCCALL

We were running to the school when Stiles froze and I stopped and turned. "What are you doing? We have to haul ass!"

"Lydia's crying," he was looking at her, in her car.

"Well, Stiles! We don't have don't have time. He's going to notice his keys are missing."

He made uncertain hand gestures, then said, "You go without me, I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Okay," I agreed, and continued to run for his office.

When I got there, I quickly unlocked the door and let myself in.

After searching every nook and cranny for almost ten minutes, I texted Sammy: "Nothing here."

After I pressed send, Stiles barged in, nearly giving me a heart attack. I clutched at my heart, "Oh my god, Stiles!"

"Yeah, sorry I-" a female voice from behind him interrupted him.

"Hello, Stiles."

Stiles turned and I saw who it was. It was Derek and Erica.

Erica grabbed Stiles and started dragging him backwards.

I went for them, but then Derek grabbed both my wrists in one big hand and started pulling me after Stiles and Erica. But I kept resisting so he threw me over his shoulder. Man, I was so glad I hadn't worn a skirt or dress today. Instead I wore black jeans that were slit at the knee and a really cute navy blue velvet top. And I knew I'd be running so I wore my black combat boots. Hallelujah! I was still thumping on Derek's back and kicking my legs as he carried me to… the pool?

He set me down and I stood next to Stiles, who Erica had released.

"Where's the other two little piggies?" I sneered.

"Isaac's a fugitive, he can't be seen at school," Erica answered. "And Boyd is on the field, replacing you," she pointed at Stiles. "And he's much better than you, too," she laughed and Stiles did his squinty-glare at her.

"Stiles," Derek said.

"Derek," Stiles replied.

"What did you see at the mechanic's garage?"

"Uh, several alarming EPA violations that I'm seriously considering reporting," was Stiles' smartass response.

Derek crushed the basketball he was holding (wow, where'd that come from?) insinuating that he was going to do the same to Stiles' head if he didn't give him what he wanted. And Erica giggled.

"Holy God." Well, seems like it worked.

"Let's try that again," Derek said.

"All right, the thing was pretty slick looking. Um, skin was dark. Kind of patterned. Uh, I think I actually saw scales. Is that enough? Okay, because I've somebody I really need to talk to -" At Derek's glare, Stiles groaned and continued, "All right, fine, eyes. Eyes are, um, yellowish. And slitted. Um, has a lot of teeth."

I noticed Derek and Erica slowly looking up, somewhere above Stiles, and I looked.

Oh, fuckbuckets.

Stiles kept on going, oblivious, "Oh. And it's got a tail, too. Are we good?" At their reactions, he said, "What? Wait, have you seen it? You have this look on your faces like you know exactly what I am talking about."

The lizard-looking monster leapt down and attacked us.

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

The three of us watched as player after player was thrown to the ground by the biggest human I've ever seen in my life. 'The Abomination' as Scott and Stiles had called him.

"Good God, is is always this violent?" Gerard asked from the other side of Allison, as we saw a player being carried away on a gurney.

"I can't feel my legs!" I heard him yell.

As I watched him being carried away, I spotted Adeline sitting to Melissa at the bottom of the bleachers. They were talking to another lacrosse player who was holding a camera. I think his name was Matt…?

"So where's your other friend, Lydia was it?" Gerard asked, snapping my attention away from them.

Allison nodded. "Yeah, her name's Lydia. She told me she had a meeting with the school's counselor after school. She's probably home by now."

I was nodding, in agreement, when I heard Coach Finstock yell out, "Where's Stilinski? Where's Stilinski?"

He saw me and shook his head, "No, not you, Stilinski." He looked behind me, "You! You! You play lacrosse?"

I turned to see Erica and Boyd sitting a couple rows behind us. Huh, I hadn't noticed them.

"Derek won't like this," Erica shook her head at Boyd.

"Yeah. But I will," Boyd said, standing up and taking his jacket off.

"Oh, ha, ha, ha! We got ourselves a player!" Coach cheered.

Boyd was quickly dressed and the whistle blew. 'The Abomination' rammed into Boyd, like he had done with all the other players. But instead of Boyd getting knocked down, he was instead. Just by the sheer impact of Boyd.

The whole crowd went crazy, cheering. And Coach yelled, "The bigger they are, the bigger… they… are!"

It made zero sense, but everyone cheered louder.

Teen Wolf

The score was nine to nine, when I finally got Rae's text: "Nothing here."

I showed Allison, who frowned, and we went back to watching the game.

Scott and Boyd started arguing on the field, then the whistle blew and they started throwing the ball around.

"Get it to McCall! Get it to McCall!" Coach shouted.

Scott caught the ball and threw it into the goal resulting in everyone cheering some more. But then 'The Abomination' rammed into Scott from the side and he fell to the ground with a loud crunch!

Allison and I ran to him.

"I'm fine, I'm healing, it's okay," Scott said. "The book?"

"It's not in his office, it's gotta be at the house," Allison answered. "Scott, your leg."

"Oh, my God, your leg is broken," I said.

"Not for long," Scott groaned.

Coach ran up from behind us as Scott struggled up into a sitting position. "Don't move," he told Scott.

"Scott!" Melissa exclaimed, with a worried Adeline next to her.

"It's okay. It's okay. I'm fine. I'm fine," he wobbily stood up, leaning on me and Allison for support.

Melissa's eyes were huge. "I could have sworn I literally heard bone breaking from where I sat."

"Heard it? I felt it," Coach exclaimed.

"Seriously, guys, I'm - I'm fine," Scott assured as Gerard frowned at him.

"We should go," Allison said.

We made to move, when Gerard halted us. "Hold on. I want to ask him one more thing."

RAEGAN MCCALL

"Run!" Derek yelled and pushed us away.

The kanima went for Erica first and threw her against the wall, knocking her out.

"Derek, your neck!" Stiles yelled.

Derek touched the back of his neck and brought it up to his face. It was red with blood. Suddenly, Derek was going down. Stiles and I jumped to catch him and started running away, with one of Derek's arms tossed around my neck and the other around Stiles'.

"Hey, come on. Where is it?" Stiles asked him. "Can you see it?

"I can smell it," Derek answered. "Please hurry. Call Scott!" Stiles started fumbling with his phone, which caused Derek to lose his balance and fall in the pool. "Stiles, you son of a-" his voice became muffled from the water.

Stiles jumped in after him and I was about to jump in too, when a dark shape whooshed by me.

Stiles pulled Derek back up to the surface of the water and looked at me. "Rae, your arm!"

I looked down, and saw that my arm did in fact have a long red cut on it. I fell to my knees. "Going down," I mumbled. And then my whole body lay limp on the edge of the pool, one hand had fallen into the water.

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

"Oh, good. You're back," Victoria called from the kitchen. "Dinner's almost ready."

"How was the game?" Chris asked.

Gerard smiled at Scott, "Why don't you ask the star player?"

Chris and Victoria came out of the kitchen and froze at the sight of Scott for obvious reasons. First being that they made their daughter cut off all ties with Scott when they found out he was a werewolf. Second being that he was a werewolf and Gerard would have their asses.

"Hi," Scott smiled, uncomfortably.

Teen Wolf

"All right," Gerard said after five straight minutes of everyone eating their food in awkward silence. "Why is everyone so quiet? Is it that uncomfortable that they dated?"

"Did you ask them if they'd be uncomfortable?" Chris questioned.

"Okay, I know it's been a few centuries since I was a teenager, but even back then, we dated and broke up all the time!"

"We're fine. Right, Scott?" Allison smiled.

"Totally fine," Scott agreed.

"Then why did you break up?" Gerard interrogated.

Scott was dumbfounded by the question. "She - dumped me?"

Chris coughed. "No offense, Scott. But I think maybe Allison felt the two of you were just growing apart?"

"As if the father's opinion isn't biased," Gerard grumbled. "How do you know they weren't as passionate as Romeo and Juliet? Samantha, what would you say?"

I had just forked some salad into my mouth, so everyone watched as I slowly chewed and swallowed. Then I squeaked out, "Yeah, just like Romeo and Juliet."

"Romeo and Juliet committed ritual suicide," Chris commented. "We could use a little less passion."

"Can we please talk about something else?" Allison smiled.

"Brilliant idea," Victoria agreed.

"Scott," Chris said, and Scott looked up from his food. "How about you help me grab dessert from the kitchen?"

Yeah, sure "dessert".

Scott got up, and the two of them went to the kitchen.

We heard a thump, and I knew Chris was probably threatening Scott.

Gerard looked up, frowning. And I smiled, "They probably just dropped something."

Then they came back out holding cakes and cookies with phony smiles on their faces.

Teen Wolf

A piece of cake and two cookies later (Rae would've had a field day and eaten everything on the tray if she were here), Allison asked, "Do you mind if we're excused, there's actually some notes from English I need to go over with Sammy and Scott."

Chris eyed Scott. "I'm not sure it's appropriate."

"Okay, I'm the one that's supposed to be old-fashioned here. Besides, what are they gonna do with Sammy there anyway? The three of you, go!" Gerard smiled.

The three of us got up and went up the stairs. We were about to turn for Allison's room, when she dragged us in the opposite direction, into Gerard's room.

We started searching the room, when Allison went, "There goes that plan."

We turned to see that she had just uncovered a safe.

"Wait. Actually-let me try something." Scott rushed to the safe and put his ear to it. He twisted the knob three times, listening for the click, and it opened!

"That was awesome, Scott!" I exclaimed.

Allison joked, "You wanna do a few banks later?"

Scott smiled at us and took out the book that was in the safe and started flipping through the pages. He frowned, "Salmon, tarte, crème fraiche, what is this?"

Allison sighed, "A recipe. It's a cookbook."

Scott's phone suddenly started ringing, really loud. He took it out and it read "Stiles" on the top.

"Bad timing, Stiles. Bad timing," I rolled my eyes.

"Shut it off!" Allison whispered-yelled.

"I know, I'm sorry!"

He picked up the call and Stiles yelled, "Scott!"

"I can't talk right now," Scott told him. Without waiting for a reply he hung up and turned off his phone.

"Without the book, we have no idea what this thing is," I mumbled, disappointed.

"Where else do we look?" Allison asked.

"Well, what haven't we thought of?"

"Maybe it's not a book. Maybe it's something else he keeps close to him," Allison thought for a second. "Oh my god, I know where it is!"

She relayed the information to us, and we all ran downstairs.

"Principal Argent, Gerard. Mr. and Mrs. Argent, thank you for dinner," Scott rushed. "Um, I just realized that I have to pick up my mom from work."

Scott and I rushed out of the house, got in his mom's car, and started racing to school.

On the way, Scott called Stiles but it went to voicemail. Scott left him a voicemail, "Stiles, where are you? I need Gerard's keys, there's a USB drive on it. That's the bestiary!"

RAEGAN MCCALL

"Where did it go? Do you see it?" Stiles asked.

"No," Derek answered.

"Okay, maybe it took off," Stiles said, hopefully.

The monster screeched.

"Maybe not," Derek said.

"Guys, my hand's going to be so pruney by the time we get out of here," I groaned.

"Rae?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah?"

"Shut up!"

"I wish my middle finger wasn't paralyzed right about now," I grumbled.

"Just get me out of here before I drown," Derek said.

"You're worried about drowning? Did you notice the thing out there with multiple rows of razor sharp teeth?!"

"Did you notice I'm paralyzed from the neck down in eight feet of water?" Derek yelled.

"Okay. I don't see it," Stiles started swimming towards the edge of the pool.

"Wait, wait, wait, stop, stop," Derek halted him.

They were looking at something behind me. But I couldn't see since I was on my side, facing the pool.

"What's it waiting for?" Stiles asked.

The monster walked forward and dipped his hand into the pool. It screeched and ran away.

"Wait, did you see that?" Stiles asked. "I don't think it can swim."

"Well, that's a relief," I muttered. "Sucks for the people on land."

"No," Stiles said. "It doesn't seem that interested in you."

"I'm offended!" I mocked. "I'm the most interesting person I know!"

I heard the monster's claws ticking on the tiles as it paced the side of the pool.

"Okay. Okay, I don't think I can do this much longer," Stiles panted.

Stiles eyed his cell phone that was about a foot away from my head and Derek yelled, "No, no, no. Don't even think about it."

"Would you just trust me this once?"

"No."

"I'm the one keeping you alive, okay, have you noticed that?"

"Yeah. And when the paralysis wears off, who is gonna be able to fight that thing, you or me?" Derek asked, rhetorically. "You don't trust me, I don't trust you. You need me to survive, which is why you are not letting me go."

Stiles let him go.

"Stiles!" Derek yelled, before sinking to the bottom of the pool.

Stiles quickly swam towards me but then paused when the monster hissed from behind me. He quickly swam and got the phone before the monster could, which resulted in the monster getting closer to me, and then he swam back to the middle of the pool.

The monster was so close to me that I could see the detail in it's slimy, green scales. I blanched, "Dude, you fugly." It's head snapped towards me as if it understood and I laughed nervously, "Just kidding, green lizard-monster thing. You're very beautiful."

The monster turned and walked away and I looked back at the pool to see Stiles had pulled Derek back up to the surface.

"Tell me you got him," Derek said.

It was obvious from the disappointment on his face that he hadn't been able to reach Scott.

Teen Wolf

Twenty minutes later, Stiles became exhausted, "I can't stay up any longer, I need something to hold on to."

Stiles began swimming to the diving board and grabbed on, only to slip. Stiles and Derek began sinking until Scott ran into the pool room and pulled them out of the water. He then got onto the diving board and roared. The monster ran out of the shadows and knocked him down from the board. They fought for a little bit, then it threw Scott into the mirror behind him and it shattered. The monster slowing started creeping towards Scott, and Scott grabbed a shard of mirror to defend himself.

The monster froze and started tilting it's head, looking into the mirror. It suddenly climbed to the ceiling and jumped out of the window.

Teen Wolf

"Is that even a language?" Stiles had plugged in the USB that was on Grandpa Argent's keys and was flipping through the ancient-looking pages on Sammy's laptop. We had met up with her in the school parking lot.

"How are we supposed to figure out what this thing is?" Scott questioned. I was half-leaning on him, since the paralysis hadn't quite worn off yet.

"It's called a kanima," we turned to see Derek and Erica walking towards us.

"You knew the whole time?!" Stiles yelled.

"No," he answered. "Only when it was confused by its own reflection."

"It doesn't know what it is," Sammy mumbled.

"Or who," Derek nodded.

"What else do you know?" Stiles asked him.

"Just stories, rumors."

"But it's like us?" Scott asked.

"A shape-shifter, yes, but it's-it's not right. It's like a-" Stiles interrupted Derek.

"An abomination."

"Derek?" Scott asked. "We need to work together on this. Maybe even tell the Argents."

"You trust them!?"

"Nobody trusts anyone!" Scott yelled. "That's the problem. While we're here, arguing about who's on what side, there's something scarier, stronger and faster than any of us, and it's killing people and we still don't even know anything about it."

Derek turned to leave. "I know one thing, when I find it, I'm gonna kill it."