Derek and Accalia heard it all the way from the preserve, Lydia's scream. Accalia felt her brow furrow in confusion and anger. Anger because she knew she couldn't just leave it alone she'd have to go check it out Peter had after all bitten the red-head.
Since that night at the Hale house Accalia hadn't had any contact with anyone but Derek. She couldn't explain the sinking feeling that washed over her when she woke up the morning after and realized that everyone- that Stiles had seen how much of a monster she truly was. She couldn't remember anything after she turned back only pain. Derek told her that he carried her home, washed the blood off her and then had to practically rock her to sleep.
She heard Stiles had been at the hospital with Lydia since that night and decided that if he didn't want to see her she wouldn't make him, Lydia was obviously more important.
She would have found a way to deal – really she would have, and then this happened.
She rolled her eyes heavily letting out a sigh that was more growl than anything else and rolled her head back to look at her brother, "I'll handle it."
He regarded her with a careful calculating look, before giving her a stiff nod of acceptance and letting her go.
He didn't tell her that he was headed toward the cemetery and her best friend
Stiles drove his jeep, hazardously while Scott hung out the passenger seat trying to track Lydia by scent and Allison sat in the back.
"Wait, if she is really turning would they actually kill her?" Stiles questioned, and Allison leaned forward.
"I have no idea. I keep getting 'We'll talk after Kate's funeral, when the others get here.' They won't tell me anything until then."
"What Others?" Stiles asked and Allison shook her head. "They won't tell me that either."
Stiles sighed in annoyance, "Has anyway ever told you that your family has some serious communication issues?" He hit Scott on the arm. "Are we going the right way?"
"Take the next right!"
Stiles heart sunk in his chest when they pulled up in front of the Hale house, he hadn't seen Accalia since the last time he was there – no one has. He gave her space like Derek told him too, but he was a little surprised and a little hurt that she hadn't tried to talk to him at all.
"Are you sure she came here?" He asked Scott.
"This is where the scent leads."
"The scent is also old." The three of them startle at the sudden appearance of the youngest Hale. She was leaning casually against a tree trunk and had obviously been out running, she had on a pair of black athletic pants and black sports bra with a white band around the bottom. Her hair was in boxer braids and she had her arms crossed over her chest. Scott noticed her regard Allison with a cold look and shifted toward her on instinct.
"What are you doing here?" Scott asked since Stiles seemed to have his voice caught in his throat.
She raised a brow and let out a chuckle, "That's the exact same thing you said to me the first day I met you."
Scott let out a small smile relaxing just a bit he asked again less aggressively, "Accalia seriously what are you doing out here?"
"Well besides that fact that this if my house….I would assume I'm doing the same thing you're doing."
"You're looking for Lydia?" Allison scoffed in disbelief.
"you seem shocked." Accalia noted flatly.
"Why?" Stiles said quietly speaking for the first time since she had shown up. Accalia's green eyes locked on his honey brown ones and she had to swallow a lump in her throat before responding.
"Because, thanks to dear Aunt Kate these woods are gonna be crawling with hunters, and if she's turning we need to make sure she doesn't hurt herself or anyone else."
"I'm just a little surprised, I mean you don't even like Lydia." Allison quipped.
"No, but they do." Accalia snapped obviously talking about Scott and Stiles though her eyes were still locked on the latter, "Beside would you rather, me find her or your father?"
Allison flinched slightly at the venom in her voice and Stiles decided it was best for him to step in, "Okay but has Lydia ever been here before?"
"Not with me." Allison answered, "Maybe she came here on instinct, you know probably looking for an Alpha."
"You mean Derek." Scott stated with distain, and Accalia rolled her eyes.
"It would make sense," Allison shrugged, "Wolves need a pack right?"
"Not all of them," Scott said bitterly only to have Accalia interrupt.
"Yes, all of them omegas are the weakest members of the pack, they get targeted by the hunters, omegas on their own don't make it." She said laying out the truth a little harshly.
"Hey guys I think I found a tripwire." Stiles told them, and Allison walked over to his side as he pulled it.
"Stiles-" Scott called, both Allison and Stiles turned around to see that Scott was caught in the trap and was upside down while Accalia had skillfully avoided it.
"Oops." Stiles said barely concealing his laugh.
"How about next time we see a tripwire we don't trip it." Scott suggested, while Accalia snickered next to him.
"Noted." Stiles replied walking over to try and let him down. Accalia's highly tuned ears picked up on the sound of foot -steps close by and grabbed Stiles arm causing all three of them to stop talking and look at her. "Someone's coming."
"What?!" Allison asked.
"Shh!" Accalia hushed pushing them both back toward the house, "Hide!"
She stood tall next to Scott with her chin held high when Chris Argent and one of his lackeys showed up.
"Scott?"
"Mr. Argent." He replied. While Accalia choose to egg him on as usual, "you sound kinda disappointed Chris, were you hopping it was me?" she said with a fake pout.
Chris gave her a bitter smirk, "Accalia, I'm surprised to see you out, I thought you'd still be hiding away and licking your wounds."
"Well you know what they say," She drawled letting her eyes glow smirking at the way the hunter next to him startled, "You can't keep a good wolf down."
He glared at her tightening his hold on his gun, "What are you doing out here, Scott?" He questioned.
"Looking for my friend."
Chris nodded in agreement. "Ah, that's right. Lydia's in your group now. Part of the clique? am I right? Or do you use the word pack?"
"Actually, clique sounds goods."
"I hope so. Because she's Allison's friend, and while I can handle one special circumstance, I can't handle two."
"What are you gonna do Chris?" Accalia taunted, "Kill an innocent teenage girl? I thought you had a code…we hunt those who hunt us wasn't it?"
"And what about you?" Chris asked motioning to the latin script on her ribcage, "The strength of the pack is the wolf but the strength of the wolf is the pack." Right now it seems to me that you and Derek aren't in any position to antagonize us."
Accalia smiled, "try me."
Scott kicked her, and Chris turned his attention back to him, "Scott do you know what a hemicorporetctomy is?"
"I don't think I want to," He replied.
"It's the medical term for amputating somebody at the waist. Cutting them in half " Accalia snarled.
"It takes an enormous amount of strength to cut through tissue and bone like that," Chris smirked drawing a line along Scott's waist with his finger only to have Accalia reach out a snatch his wrist in her hand. Her claws lengthened into long black points and the ends cut through his skin like butter, "Nonsense." She smirked at his wince, "It just takes something sharp."
With that she tossed his arm away from Scott and he used one of his hands to apply pressure to the wounds in his arm, he glared at them, "Let's hope that a demonstration never becomes necessary."
"Yeah, lets hope." Accalia called as they were walking away. When they were out of sight, Allison and Stiles appeared.
"What was that all about?" Allison asked.
"Just another life threating conversation with your dad," Scott chirped, before nodded at Accalia, "Thanks by the way."
She nodded at him, ignoring the look Stiles way aiming at here, she didn't want to see that grateful look on his face when she knew he would only ever want Lydia.
The next morning, the police had the cemetery surrounded. The Sheriff was questioning Isaac about what happened the night before. His father stood beside Isaac during the interrogation.
"You work for your father, Isaac?" The Sheriff asked.
"When he's not in school. Which is where he needs to be in twenty minutes." Mr. Lahey responded with a snip.
"Yes, I understand that, but there's a missing teenage girl and she's not wearing any clothes. The dogs picked up a scent here and I would really like to find her before it hits below freezing tonight."
"I think he would remember if he saw someone naked outside a computer screen." Mr. Lahey replied with a laugh. Isaac shifted in embarrassment and then jumped when a thin arm slid through one of his. "You ready to go Isaac?" Accalia asked glaring at his father.
The Sheriff was a little surprised to see her there but noticed the look she sent the boys father immediately.
"How'd you get that black eye, Isaac?" He asked him.
"School. I play lacrosse." Isaac responded, and Accalia grinded her teeth when she heard the blip in his heartbeat that told her he was lying.
"You play for beacon hills?"
"Yeah," Isaac said becoming distracted when he noticed Derek behind a tree, Accalia only caught his scent and regarded Isaac with a curious look.
"Ah, my son's on the team. Well he doesn't actually play much," The Sheriff noticed the worried look on Isaac's face and trailed off. "Everything, okay?"
"Yeah, I just remembered we have a morning practice." Isaac replied lamely, so Accalia stepped in, "Oh right, I remember Stiles mentioned that the other day. We should probably get going."
"Sorry, didn't mean to hold you up. Just one more question though. Do you get grave robberies often?"
"Sometimes," Isaac replied, "Usually they just take jewelry and stuff."
"What'd this one take?" The Sheriff questioned confused.
"Her liver."
"Dude, she ate the liver?" Scott asked appalled as him and Stiles walked into School that morning.
"I didn't say it was eaten, I said it was missing." Stiles argued, "And besides even if she did eat it, so what, it's the most nutritious part of the body."
Scott squinted up his face in disgust, "I never ate anyone's liver." He pointed out.
"Right, because you're a real model of self- control," Stiles scoffed, "Actually, you're the test case for this, we should be going over what happened to you."
Scott gave him a confused look. "What do you mean?"
"Like what was going through your mind when you turned."
"Allison." Scott said simply. Stiles rolled his eyes, of course.
"Okay, nothing else? Seriously?"
"Nothing else mattered. But isn't that a good thing though? I mean Lydia was with you that night." Scott asked, he didn't know that, that night Stiles was more concerned about where Accalia was than excited that Lydia had gone with him. Maybe that's why he stayed at the hospital so long, if had paid more attention to her maybe she wouldn't have been attacked.
"Yeah, but she was looking for Jackson."
They managed to corner Jackson in the locker room and question him about Lydia's disappearance.
"Look if Lydia wants to take a naked hike in the woods why should I care?" He asked them.
"Because we think she maybe, you know turning." Scott told him.
"Turning?" Jackson asked unimpressed.
"Yeah. Turning."
"Into?"
Stiles gave him a look and folded his arms, "A unicorn," He replied heavy on the sarcasm, "What do you think dumbass?"
Jackson gave him a bitch face, "I think, that if she really is turning she's not the one that's gonna need help."
"What do you mean?" Scott asked.
"You've got it all backwards McCall. When I was with Lydia you should've seen the marks she left on me, what do you think she's gonna do with a set of real claws?" Jackson said with a smirk.
Stiles glared at him, not being able to stop his eyes was wondering over to where Accalia had somehow managed to sneak in across the room. She was with Isaac, prodding at a bruise on his face and glaring at him whenever he tried to swat her hands away.
He suddenly got the image of her nails on his back, and flushed a bright red. Almost like she could sense him looking at her, she turned her head and they locked eyes. His eyes widened like a deer in headlights and he tripped over himself following Scott out of the room.
Isaac snorted above her and she shook her head trying to focus on subtly taking Isaac's pain and not on the way the flush colored Stiles skin.
"What was that about?" Isaac asked in amusement.
Accalia shook her head, with a sigh.
"I'm sure it was nothing."
There were a lot of reporters at Kate's funeral. All of them trying to question the Argents as the police force held them back. Allison sat uncomfortably in the front row with her parents while Scott and Stiles hid behind a headstone. Accalia was also there camped out in a shady spot in between a few trees' where she knew she wouldn't be spotted by the human eye and watched. She wanted to know who had shown up for the hunter's burial.
They had been watching for a while when Allison's grandfather showed up, Scott was intently listening in when his ears picked up on the sound of a rapid heartbeat instead. He frowned in confusion following the sound with his eyes till they landed on Accalia, they then widened dramatically, he couldn't think of a time he'd seen her look scared let alone the look of sheer terror she had on her face when she caught sight of Gerard Argent.
"Who the hell is that?" Stiles asked.
"Allison's grandfather" Scott informed him his voice filled with dread, "He's definitely an Argent."
"Hey, you know, maybe they're just here for the funeral. I mean, there's a chance that's there's a non-hunter side of the family right?" Stiles said trying to be optimistic.
Scott shook his head, he had seen the look on Accalia's face and had watched her literally run at the sight of them.
"They're reinforcements."
Later that night while looking for Lydia, Scott chased another werewolf down a creek, where he got caught in a trip wire. Scott attempted to help him, until Derek appeared out of nowhere. He pulled Scott away from the wolf and hid them behind a tree.
"Wait! Stop! What are you doing? I can help him." Scott protested.
Accalia who Scott had only just noticed was there too, grabbed his other arm in a vice grip, "No you can't. They're already here."
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Chris questioned.
"Nothing. Nothing, I swear." The wolf responded now back in his human form.
"You're not from here, are you?"
"No, I came looking for the Alpha. I heard he was here. That's all. Look, I didn't do anything. He wasn't alive in the ambulance. He wasn't I swear." He pleaded.
It was then that Gerard made his appearance, wielding a broad sword. "The lone wolf! An Omega. Possibly kicked out of it's pack or maybe it chose to be alone. A stupid choice really, because as im about to demonstrate, an Omega rarely survives – on its own." He explained as he brought the sword down slicing the Omega in half.
Scott tried to look away from the scene, but Derek forced him to watch. "Look at them! You see that they do? This is why you need me. Why we all need each other. The only way to fight them is together."
"What are they doing?" Scott asked noticing the grip Accalia had on her brothers jacket.
"Declaring war."
Once Chris and Gerard were alone Chris broke the silence
"We have a code." He reminded him but Gerard looked at him with fire in his eyes.
"Not when they murder my daughter. No code. Not anymore. From now on, these things are just bodies waiting to be cut in half." Gerard told him.
"I don't care if they're wounded and weak. Or seemingly harmless – begging for their life with the promise that they'll never, ever hurt anyone. Or just some desperate, lost soul with no idea what they're getting into. We even go after their loved ones. Doesn't matter anymore. They already chose a side."
"We find them." He said motioning toward the woods, "We kill them. We kill them all."
"We kill the Delta."
