RAEGAN MCCALL

After the final bell rung, Sammy, Stiles, and I led Lydia to the library. She was really confused as to why we were following her around, but we didn't answer any of her questions. We found a table in the back and sat down, then Allison came.

"Hey Rae, Sammy could I talk to you two real quick?"

We nodded and left Stiles to watch Lydia as we followed Allison to the back of the library. The nonfiction section. Hah! Good place to hide, no one comes back here.

"So, I showed Ms. Morrell, the school counselor, the book and she translated some of it for me. She said the kanima is like a werewolf, it's power is greatest at the moon's peak. She also said that like the wolf, the kanima is a social creature, but where the wolf seeks a pack, the kanima seeks a friend. I asked what it meant by "a friend" and she said maybe it's lonely. Like a-"

"Teenager," Sammy finished.

"So the kanima is a lonely teenager?" I clarified. "Maybe I'm wrong, but I don't think Lydia's lonely. I mean, she's got you two."

"Either way, we still need to protect her," Allison looked behind us, across the library. "And we need Jackson's help. He knows what's going on. And the more people protecting Lydia, the better."

I turned to see Jackson sitting at a table with Danny and that photographer guy from Kate's funeral. They were looking at something on a laptop.

"All right," Sammy put her hands on her hips. "But I'm not talking to him. I hate him."

"Okay, fine. Let's go, Rae," she pulls my arm and takes me to their table. I notice that the photographer guy is now gone. As we approach, I hear Jackson ask, "So you can't tell me who did the editing?"

"Is there anyone else you know who can get into your house?" Danny asked Jackson.

"Yeah. Actually, I do," he looked over at Lydia, then up at us as we finally got to his table.

I put my hands on the table, hoping to look threatening.

"Jackson, we need your help," Allison said.

It obviously didn't work because he just smirked up at us, "Help with what?"

I punched him in the shoulder, "Not like that, you perv. We need help… with Lydia."

"What do you mean?" he frowned.

I pulled him to his feet, "Just come with us."

When we were out of Danny's earshot, Allison explained everything to him.

"Alright, I'll help," he agreed. "I need to talk to her anyway." I'm guessing he needed to talk to her about whatever him and Danny were just talking about before we interrupted.

"Okay, well we should get a move-on. We can go to my house," I said, then beckoned the others over.

"If we're doing a study group, why don't we just stay in the library?" Lydia asked. That must've been the lie Sammy and Stiles told her.

"Because we're meeting up with somebody else," Stiles answered, dragging her into the hall.

"Hmm, well, why don't they just meet us in the library?" She crossed her arms.

"Oh, that would've been a great idea. Too late."

"Okay, hold on -" Lydia paused but then Jackson grabbed her arm and led her in front of us.

"Lydia, shut up and walk."

|| Teen Wolf ||

When we got into my house, Stiles locked the door behind us. Like, extra locked it. The deadbolt, chain lock, everything. Then he looked out the window, cautiously.

Lydia eyed him, questioningly.

"Uh, there's been a few break-ins around the neighborhood," Stiles explained.

He perched a chair under the doorknob. At everyone's exasperated looks, he said, "And a murder. Yeah, it was bad."

Allison eyed Jackson and he rolled his eyes, "Lydia, follow me. I need to talk to you for a minute."

"No, I'm not going with you anywhere. Especially not after you slept with Rae!" she exclaimed, crossing her arms.

Everyone looked at me and I gave a tight-lipped smile, not knowing what to do in the awkward situation.

Jackson wasn't having any of her bullshit, "Let's go!" He grabbed her arm and dragged her upstairs, despite her protests.

"Still can't believe you slept with him," Stiles shook his head at me.

"I'm sorry!" I groaned.

Stiles went to go look out the window again and frowned. "Uh, guys?

The four of us went to go look at what he was looking at.

Derek and his pack were in a line in front of my house, watching us.

"Well, that's not creepy at all," I muttered as Allison pulled her phone out and put it on speaker.

"It's me," Allison said.

"What's wrong?" Scott asked through the phone.

"You need to get here now. Right now."

"Yeah, Scottie. There's some murderous werewolves shitting on our lawn!" I called out. Hopefully, said werewolves heard me.

"Okay, I'm leaving now. On my way," he said, and hung up the phone.

ADELINE LAHEY

When the final bell rang, Scott came and picked me up from class.

"Where're the others?" I asked, holding the straps of my pastel pink and blue backpack tight.

"They all went to our house. We're trying to keep Lydia safe," he answered, rushing down the hall. I had to run for my short legs to keep pace with his long ones.

"Safe from who?"

"Derek and his pack."

"My brother?" I asked and he nodded. "Why are we in a hurry?" I asked, getting out of breath.

He showed me what he was holding in his hands. They were lacrosse pads that were ripped. "Coach just gave me Danny's pads. I think he's the kanima, but I need to make sure."

Oh, no. Not Danny! He was always really nice to me.

As we were running, we past a big group of kids leaving the school and someone yelled, "Hey, McCall!" Scott turned around and some guy with a camera took a picture of him. "Thanks."

That was weird. But Scott was in too much of a hurry, so we kept running.

We finally stopped running when we got to the library. We saw Danny sitting at a desk all by himself with a laptop in front of him. When he saw us coming, he smiled at me, "Hey, Adeline!" He looked up at Scott, "What's up, Scott?"

Scott showed him what was in his hand, and Danny said, "Dude, what did you do to my pads?"

"Me?" Scott asked. "You're the one who was wearing them."

"No, I wasn't," Danny shook his head.

"What?"

"I was in goal, remember? Different pads."

"Then who was wearing these?"

Danny shrugged, "Someone who owes me a new set of pads."

At that moment, Scott's phone started ringing and he picked up. "What's wrong?" he said into the phone. "Okay, I'm leaving now. On my way."

And then we started running again.

RAEGAN MCCALL

"Oh, jeez," Stiles sighed as he looked outside for the hundredth time.

"What are you doing?" Sammy asked Allison, who was fidgeting with her phone.

"I think-I think I have to call my dad."

"No, but if he finds you here - you and Scott-"

"I know," Allison replied. "But what are we supposed to do? They're not here to scare us, okay? They're here to kill Lydia."

"No, I got an idea," Stiles eyed the crossbow that was in her hand. "Just shoot one of 'em."

"Are you serious?"

"We told Scott we could protect ourselves, so let's do it. Or at least give it a shot, right?"

"Okay."

"Look, they don't think we're gonna fight, so if one of them gets hit, I guarantee they'll take off. So just shoot one of 'em."

"Which one?" Allison asked him.

Stiles thought for a second, "Uh-Derek. Yeah, shoot him, preferably in the head."

"If Scott was able to catch an arrow, Derek definitely can," I remarked.

"Okay, uh, just shoot one of the other three then," Stiles told her.

"You mean two," Sammy said, glancing out the window.

"No, I mean three," Stiles looked outside. "Where the hell is Isaac?!"

Allison was knocked down from beside me and I turned to see the devil himself. He then threw Stiles at the stairs.

"I'm sorry about this," Isaac said as he threw me against the door. My head hit with a loud thud and I collapsed to the ground, feeling dizzy.

"I'm not sorry about this," he was about to attack Sammy when an arrow whizzed at his face. He predictably caught it.

"You really think that you can defeat me, Sammy?" he sneered.

"I just did," she smiled.

He frowned down at his hand and saw that the bolt was coated in kanima venom. He glared at her as he tumbled down.

"Criticize and insult me all you want, but if you hurt my friends, there'll be consequences," she said. "I think you severely underestimated me."

Holy shit, go Sammy!

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

I run up the stairs and almost crash into Lydia, who was on her way down the stairs. I quickly grab her by the arm and drag her into Scott's room.

"What was that? What's happening?" Lydia panicked.

"Someone's trying to break in," I lied. It's been coming to me easily these days. "Where's Jackson?"

Lydia looked around the room in confusion. "He was just here…"

What? How could Jackson have just disappeared? Where'd he go? I turned and saw that the window was open. Why would he just…? Unless…

Lydia's voice interrupted my thoughts. "Hi, I-I need the police," she said through the phone.

ADELINE LAHEY

I watched from the other side of the street, where Scott had told me to stay, as Scott opened the front door and threw Isaac and Erica outside, towards the feet of their alpha.

Behind him, Stiles, Allison, and Rae joined him on the porch. They looked fierce and powerful. Like the Greek gods from the book I was reading. Stiles would be Hermes, Allison would be Artemis, Rae would be Ares, and Scott would be Zeus. And although they weren't there, Lydia would be Aphrodite and Sammy would be Athena.

"I think I'm finally getting why you keep refusing me, Scott," Derek smiled at them. "You're not an omega, you're already an Alpha of your own pack. But you know you can't beat me."

"I can hold you off until the cops get here," Scott told him.

Something suddenly started walking on Scott's roof. As I squinted, I saw that it was the kanima.

"Get them out of here," Derek told Boyd, pointing at Erica and Isaac. And I realized that they weren't moving because they were probably paralyzed by the kanima.

Lydia suddenly ran out of the house with Sammy on her tail, "Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on?"

Scott looked from her to the kanima. "It's Jackson."

Now who the heck was Jackson?