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RAEGAN MCCALL

Scott and I followed Jackson to a secret alleyway where they were selling tickets to the rave tomorrow night. We were watching from behind a corner as Jackson walked up to Matt, said some things, then cut in front of him.

Scott ran up to Matt and I followed.

"Matt," Scott called and Matt turned around.

"What?"

"How much are tickets?"

"Seventy-five," Matt answered.

"Can I borrow some money?"

"Yeah, how much?"

"Seventy-five."

"Make that one-hundred fifty," I grinned.

That's right. I can math, bitches.

Matt looked at us as if we were deranged and turned around.

Scott and I moved to the back of the line and watched as it was Jackson's turn to buy a ticket. The lady took the money from him, looking freaked out. Which was weird because it didn't seem like he was saying anything.

She quickly gave him the ticket and shut the door.

Weird, indeed.

"We gotta find some way to get tickets to that rave tomorrow if Jackson's going. We need to find out who the master is," Scott murmured and I nodded.

We watched as Jackson then turned around and walked straight past us. Looks like he had gone kanima-mode because he had a scary, blank look on his face.

We followed him back to his house. And when we were sure he wasn't going to get himself into any trouble, we headed to Deaton's.

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

"Stiles. Sammy. What the hell is this?" Dad asked, after biting into his burger.

"It's a veggie burger," Stiles shrugged.

"I asked for a hamburger," Dad groaned.

"Well, veggie is healthier. We're being healthy," I said, taking a sip from my kale juice. I tried my best to hide my sour face because it was the nastiest thing on earth. "See? Eating healthy is so tasty. Yum."

Let me tell you one thing about us Stilinskis, eating healthy is not in our vocabulary. In fact, the only reason why we put fruit on the table during dinner is to convince ourselves that we were healthy human beings. I'd much rather eat chicken nuggets.

"Oh, hell, why are you trying to ruin my life?"

"We're trying to extend your life, okay?" I said. "Just eat it."

"Yeah, and tell us what you found," Stiles said. Dad stopped eating and looked at us.

"I'm not sharing confidential police work with teenagers," Dad proclaimed. We just looked at him.

"Is that it on the board behind you?" I asked, pointing to the board.

"You know what, Sammy?" Stiles gave me his mischievous grin. "I think that's exactly it."

"You two!" Dad scolded. "Don't look at that."

"I see arrows pointing at pictures," Stiles said, trying to get a better look of the board.

"You guys are never going to stop, are you?"

Stiles and I just smiled at him.

"Fine," Dad groaned. "I found something. The mechanic and the couple all had something in common."

"All three?" Stiles asked.

"You know what I always say. One's an incident. Two's coincidence-" Dad said.

"And three's a pattern," I finished for him

"The mechanic, the husband, the wife - all the same age. All twenty-four."

"What about Mr. Lahey? I mean Isaac and Addie's dad is nowhere near twenty-four."

"Which made me think that either "A", Lahey's murder wasn't connected or "B", the ages were a coincidence. Until I found this, which would be "C." Did you know that Isaac Lahey had an older brother named Camden?"

Both of them turned to me, expecting an answer.

"Yeah, Isaac's told me about him," I said. "He died in combat." I finally put the pieces together. "And if he were alive today, he'd be the same age as the people up on that board. He'd be twenty-four."

"Same age means-" Stiles said.

"Same class," I finished. "Did you ever think that?"

"Yeah. Well, I would have. I just got the Lahey file two hours ago," Dad grumbled, defending himself.

"Two hours!" I yelled. "Dad, people could be dying!"

"She's right!" Stiles piped up.

"I know that! I'm aware, thank you," Dad yelled back.

Stiles and I basically read eachother's minds. We both bolted to the bookshelf the looked through all of the yearbooks. When we found the one we were looking for, we started flipping through the pages.

"Class of 2006. Maybe they all hung out together. I mean two of them got married," Stiles noted.

"Or maybe they were all in the same class," I realized, pointing to the picture in the book.

"They were all in his class?" Stiles asked, looking at Harris.

"All four," I nodded.

"Now I don't know how Mr. Lahey fits in, but this is a pattern," Dad said.

"If the killer isn't done killing…" I started.

"Then one of them is next," Stiles finished, looking at the chemistry page.

Stiles and I were one hell of a duo.

RAEGAN MCCALL

"What's he doing here?" Scott asked Derek as the four of us, including Isaac, walked into Deaton's.

"I need him," Derek replied.

"I don't trust him," Scott said, as if Isaac wasn't only a few feet away from him.

"Yeah, well, he doesn't trust you either," Isaac said in third person.

"You know what? And Derek really doesn't care," Derek said, erupting a laugh from me. "Now where's the vet? Is he gonna help us or not?"

"That depends," Deaton said, appearing from around the corner. "Your friend, Jackson. Are we planning to kill him or save him?"

"Kill him," Derek said, the same time Scott said, "Save him."

"Save him," Scott repeated, getting in Derek's face. "Save him," he told Deaton.

We walked to the operating table and Deaton took out a bunch of potion-looking glasses with strange symbols on the lids.

Isaac was reaching for one when Derek slapped his hand away. "Watch what you touch."

Isaac leaned onto the table. "So, what are you? Some kind of witch?"

"No, I'm a veterinarian," Deaton deadpanned.

"Haha! Up top, Doctor D!" I exclaimed, raising my hand in the air.

He gave me a blank look before finally sighing and high-fiving me.

"Irritating," Derek rolled his eyes while Isaac grinned at me.

"Unfortunately, I don't see anything here that's going to be an effective defense against a paralytic toxin," Deaton said, looking at all of his "potions".

"We're open to suggestions," Derek said.

"What about an effective offense?" Isaac suggested.

"We already tried," Derek said, crossing his arms. "I nearly took its head off. And Argent emptied an entire clip into it. The thing just gets back up."

"Has it shown any weaknesses?" Deaton asked.

"Well, one," Derek replied. "It can't swim."

"Does that go for Jackson as well?"

"No," Scott said. "He's the captain of the swim team."

"Doesn't make any sense," I frowned.

"Essentially, you're trying to catch two people. A puppet," Deaton held up a weird coin then put it on the table, "and a puppeteer. One killed the husband, but the other had to take care of the wife. Do we know why?"

"I don't think Jackson could do it. His mother died pregnant too, and she was maybe murdered. I think he couldn't let the same thing happen to someone else," Scott explained.

"How do you know it's not part of the rules?" Isaac asked. "The kanima kills murderers. If Jackson kills the wife, then the baby dies too."

"Does that mean your father was a murderer?" I asked him.

"Wouldn't surprise me if he was," he said, looking down at the table.

I was suddenly reminded of his past and felt bad for what I had said.

"Hold on," Deaton said. "The book says they're bonded, right? What if the fear of water isn't coming from Jackson, but from the person controlling him? What if something that affects the kanima-" Deaton poured the black powder that was in one of the "potion" bottles around the weird coin, "-also affects its master?"

"Meaning what?" Isaac asked.

"Meaning we can catch them. Both of them," I said.

ADELINE LAHEY

"There's got to be some other way to get tickets, right?" Scott asked when we climbed out out of Jeep the next morning.

"It's a secret show," Sammy told him. "There's only one way, and it's a secret."

"Hey," Matt called and we all turned, on the sidewalk, to face him. "Any of you guys know why no one's getting suspended after what happened the other day at school?"

"Just forget about it. Nobody got hurt," Stiles shrugged.

Matt was astounded. "I had a concussion."

"Well, nobody got seriously hurt," Rae said.

"I was in the E.R. for six hours," Matt frowned.

"Hey, do you want to know the truth, Matt?" Stiles exclaimed. "Your little bump on the head is about this-" he put his hand to the ground and I giggled, "-high on our list of problems right now."

Scott rolled his eyes at his best friend. "Are you okay?" he asked Matt.

"Yeah, I'm fine now," he responded. "So you didn't get any tickets last night either?"

Scott shook his head.

"Are they still selling?" Sammy asked.

"Uh, no, but I managed to find two online. You should keep trying. Sounds like everyone's gonna be there," Matt said, then walked off.

"I don't like him," Stiles stated, staring at the back of Matt's head as he went. "Are you sure about this?" he asked Scott.

"Last time, whoever's controlling Jackson had to kill somebody because he didn't finish the job, so what do you think he's going to do this time?" Scott questioned.

Stiles sighed. "Be there to make sure it happens."

RAEGAN MCCALL

I was at my locker, putting my books away when Isaac approached me, his hands in his jean pockets.

"Hey Isaac, what's up?" I asked, shutting my locker and leaning against it.

"Scott told me you were all looking for tickets to that rave tonight. I gave them theirs, here's yours," he said, handing me a yellow ticket.

"How'd you score these?!" I beamed.

He scratched the back of his neck, laughing, "I had to beat some guys up in the locker room."

I laughed. "You are awesome, thanks Isaac!"

"Ready to kick some ass tonight?" he grinned.

"Always," I smiled. "Are you going to Lydia's birthday party next week?"

"Wasn't invited," he rolled his eyes. "Besides, it's our first full moon and we're still learning how to control the shift. Derek said the way to do it is to find an anchor."

"Oh, yeah," I said. "That's how Scott learned to control it, too. His anchor is Allison."

"Don't tell him I said this," Isaac warned. "But they're pretty cute."

"Really? All I see when I look at them are two sex-crazed monkeys. It's pretty gross."

He laughed. "You're one to talk."

"Was that an insult?" I frowned.

"No!" His blue eyes grew. "I-"

"I'm just joking," I lied, putting on a fake smile. "Anyways, see you later, Isaac."

It wasn't until I turned around that I dropped the phoney smile.

ADELINE LAHEY

"Ketamine?" Scott asked, looking at the needle plunger his boss, Dr. Deaton, had just given him.

"It's the same stuff we use on the dogs, just a higher dosage. If you can get close enough to Jackson, it should slow him down enough to buy you some time. Rae will help you with that. This-" Deaton pulled out a glass filled with black powder, "-is some of what you'll use to create the barrier. This part is for Stiles and Sammy."

"Uh," Stiles said, taking the glass. "That sounds like a lot of pressure. Can we maybe have a slightly less pressure-filled task?"

"It's from the Mountain ash tree, which is believed by many cultures to protect against the supernatural. This office is lined with ashwood, making it difficult for someone like Scott to cause me any trouble."

"Okay, so then what?" Sammy asked. "We just spread this around the whole building and then either Jackson or whoever's controlling him can't cross it?"

"They'll be trapped," Deaton nodded.

"Doesn't sound too hard," Rae said.

"Not all there is. Think of it like gunpowder. It's just powder until a spark ignites it. You need to be that spark, Stiles and Sammy."

"If you mean light myself on fire, I don't think I'm up for that," Stiles told him.

"Let me try a different analogy," Deaton started. "I used to golf. I learned that the best golfers never swing before first imagining where they want the ball to go. They see it in their mind and their mind takes over. It can be pretty extraordinary what the force of your own will can accomplish."

"Force of will," Sammy repeated, nodding.

"If this is going to work, you two have to believe it."

"Mm-hmm," Stiles gave a laughing smile.

"Can I come?" I begged.

"Sorry Addie, but you can't come. It's way too dangerous for you," Sammy said.

Stiles scoffed and patted my head, "Besides, there's no way they would let a seven-year-old in. Even if you had a ticket."

I frowned, "But I'm not seven, I'm fourteen."

"Funny, Addie," Rae laughed.

What?

"You guys didn't know she was fourteen?" Scott asked.

"Seriously?!" Rae shouted. "Does Mom know?"

Scott nodded.

"Everyone knows except us, apparently," Stiles told Rae.

"But, how? She looks like a seven-year-old!" Rae exclaimed.

"Excuse you, but I'll have you know that I am 4'11" which is about an entire foot taller than the average height of a seven-year-old," I sassed.

And tell them you have boobs, Teddy told me.

"And I have boobs," I said without thinking. I heard Scott let out a cough-covered laugh. When I realized what I had just said I turned bright red.

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