(KIT'S POV)

A couple hours later, Emma and I met with Scott, Allison, Lydia, Ethan, and Aiden at Allison's place. The text was sent out to Emma. But I knew I couldn't sit by. I've been doing enough of that. I need to help them stop the Nogitsune inside of Stiles, so we can all move on with our lives.

But, in order to do that we first have to break into an armored police car. Very bad idea. Emma filled me in as best she could. I guess I missed a few developments. Apparently there's a scroll that says how to exercise a Nogitsune. Allison thinks it's in the prosthetic finger of the man Chris says has it.

That man's name is Katashi, and he's the guy Chris and Derek are being framed for killing. So that finger is in lock up. Chris told Allison that they're moving all their evidence, including the finger, tonight. Meaning, if we want that finger, now might be our last chance to get it.

"This is a really bad plan," Scott said.

"It's not that bad." I could tell Lydia was trying to be reassuring, as it was her and Allison's plan, but it wasn't working.

"It's not that good," Ethan said.

"None of us knows the route they're going to take." Lydia moved on, ignoring him. "If Allison can get one of her dad's GPS trackers on the armored car, then we can follow it."

Allison nodded. "So, when it gets here-" she pointed to a spot on a map they had laid out on the table.

But Aiden cut her off. "We attack them."

Lydia faced him. "No. You're bikes will be in the middle of the road looking like you guys got into an accident. And, when the driver gets out to help-"

"We attack him."

"No!" both Lydia and Allison spoke at the same time.

"You'll distract him," Lydia said. "And Scott will break open the back door."

Scott looked unsure for a moment. "I hope."

Lydia sighed and looked at Ethan. "And you will get Katashi's finger."

"It's not his actual finger, is it?" he asked.

Lydia sighed again. "You are so out of our league."

Ethan looked at Scott. "Why aren't we just going to Stilinski for help?"

"Because if he gets caught, then it's the Sheriff tampering with federal evidence," Scott said.

"Guys, this is gonna work," Allison said. "We can do this. We're losing Stiles. My dad is in jail for murder. We need to do this."

"So, where do we come in?" Emma asked. That was a good question. It seemed we'd shown up late to the party, but their plan didn't include us.

Lydia looked at us. "You guys can come with us, and be back up. Maybe one of you can help Scott get the door open."

"Okay," Emma sighed. "Well, I'm out." She turned and started for the door.

"What?" I followed her enough to grab her arm and stop her. "Em."

She sighed. "You guys get into some pretty crazy stuff with these plans of yours. I just can't risk it. I'll be home with Charlie." She turned and left. That seemed very abrupt. I guess she just came to see what they wanted, not to actually help. I think she's nervous.

"What was that about?" Lydia asked.

"I think what the Nogitsune did to me scared her," I replied. "Now more than ever she's worried for her child."

Everyone looked confused. "What child?" Scott asked.

"She didn't tell you?" I asked, knowing darn well what the answer was. They shook their heads. "Emma's pregnant."

"She's what?!" Aiden said.

I sighed, looking at him. "Don't make me spell it out for you."

"Wait," Scott said. "For how long?"

"I believe she said she's five months along. Why?"

"So she's been pregnant this whole time."

"Yeah, so?"

"Why didn't she tell us?" Allison asked.

"I don't know." Had I known there'd be so many questions I probably would've just kept my mouth shut.

"Who's the father?" Lydia asked.

And I repeated, "I don't know."

"It doesn't concern you that you don't know who the baby's father is?" Allison asked.

"No." I crossed my arms. "She won't tell me until she's ready."

"I thought you were her best friend," Lydia said.

I looked at her. "I am."

She shrugged. "Then why keep that from you? After all, you guys were apart for fourteen years, and having a baby isn't generally something you keep a secret."

"Look, you don't understand her like I do. She just needs some more time. So can we drop it, now?" I asked. Everyone was quiet so I thought the conversation was over. I was wrong.

"Did you see the way Derek looked at Emma at the black light party?" Aiden said.

"Yeah," Ethan joined in. "Maybe Derek's the father."

I sighed, not for one second considering what they were saying. "What are you guys trying to do? Get under my skin? Or are you just trying to prove that you're idiots?" They scowled at me. "Needless to say, we all have our pasts. Some we're proud of and some we're not. But even with this, I still trust her more than I do you two."

We met up at the Sheriff's station just after dark. Not only had Scott brought Kira, but somehow Aaron found out we were doing this and came along. I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. The armored car sat next to the building's back entrance.

A deputy walked out of the station and to the driver's door of the police vehicle. Right now, the goal is to just put the tracker on it. And then later, we'll get the finger. That doesn't sound right. I'm just glad it's a fake finger. A real one, I don't think I could do. I would have left with Emma.

Kira, with the tracker in hand, ran to the armored car and put the tracker under the bumper. Great. Tracker planted. Just one problem. At that very second, another deputy, one I recognized as Deputy Parrish, walked out of the station and to the truck. He went to the passenger side and opened the door. But I knew something was wrong when he drew his gun.

"We have to do something." Scott was getting nervous that Parrish would find Kira. Parrish walked to the end of the truck, and then it's back doors flew open. A large, dark skinned man jumped out of the back of the armored car. He grabbed Parrish, bouncing his head off the bumper, and then pushing him to the side. "Who the Hell is that?"

"More like, what is that?" Aaron said.

"Kincaid," Allison said. Right. The werewolf who worked for Katashi. Only fitting he'd be here, I guess.

"So, what do we do?" Aaron asked.

"He must be after the finger," Allison said, ignoring Aaron, as we watched Kincaid turn his focus back to the truck.

"I think this is one of those problems you have to just suck it up and face head on," I said. Scott looked at me and I shrugged. He sighed and then stood. We followed suit. We walked up to Kincaid and the armored car, stopping about five feet away. Kincaid had just found the evidence bag that held the finger.

"We need that finger," Scott said. Aaron and I stood next to Scott, ready for this to not go well. Allison stood on the other side of Scott, with a crossbow aimed at Kincaid.

He looked at us and smiled. "Why should I give it to you?"

"There's a brief case in there with a hundred and fifty thousand in it," Allison said.

Kincaid held up the finger. "The scroll inside this prosthetic finger is worth three million." Aaron let out a low whistle.

"Give me the finger," Scott said, with all seriousness. Then he added, "You know what I mean." Kira jumped off the top of the armored car and landed on Kincaid's back. He easily flicked her off and she tumbled to the side. Kincaid got down in a crouched position, his eyes glowing blue and his teeth longer than they were a minute ago.

"I guess negotiations are over," he said.

Aaron audibly sighed next to me. "Oh, good. They're blue. I was really hoping they wouldn't be red." Oh. My. Goodness. How is this kid still alive? Kincaid growled loudly at us, a split second before he charged. Scott and Aaron rushed forward, both boys fully shifted.

They slammed into his chest and began pushing him back. Kincaid only took one step back before he swung, knocking Aaron into the air. His next victim was Scott. Kincaid grabbed him, head butting him and then throwing him to the side. Allison shot him in the shoulder with an arrow.

But he just pulled it out. Allison reloaded as Kira attempted to step in and help. So far she's just been a liability, but that's just me. He grabbed her by the throat and then tossed her into Aaron, the two slamming into a brick wall. Kincaid stepped forward, about to backhand Allison.

I pulled her back, catching his wrist with my left hand. My green eyes glared into his blue as I growled. The action caught him off guard. I used that as my chance. I spun and jammed my right elbow into his gut. He stumbled back. I ran at him, jumping and planting my feet into his chest.

When I pushed off of him, he flew back. I back flipped, landing on my feet. Kincaid didn't hit the floor, but he almost did. Ethan and Aiden jumped down from somewhere on the sheriff's station, landing around Kincaid. The three instantly became locked in a fight. And the twins were winning.

"How did you do that?" Scott asked me.

"I'm guessing…" I looked around, seeing Kira and Aaron getting to their feet and Lydia with Allison. "…I never told you that tigers were stronger than wolves."

"Nope. Kind of left that part out." His offence was quickly replaced with concern when he saw that the twins were taking it a light too far. "Stop!" But the twins continued their pursuit. "Ethan, Aiden…"

"Stop!" Lydia stepped forward. Kincaid was on his knees, clearly beaten.

Aiden pointed at him, looking at Lydia. "You want him to come after us?"

"Scott," Ethan said, "we've seen guys like this. Trust us. He's dangerous."

"I…have to agree with them," Aaron said. My face contorted in confusion. Aaron was the last person I'd worry about wanting to kill someone. "I hate to say it, but it's true. I've learned firsthand that guys like this are just too dangerous to leave alive."

"Yeah, well, so are we," Scott said. "And he looks smart enough to remember that." He took the finger out of Kincaid's pocket. He tapped the end of it on his hand, the scroll falling out the bottom of it, as small as it was. Allison was right. Scott looked back up at the twins. "We're here to save a life. Not end one."

Our little group then broke up, everyone going their separate ways, leaving Kincaid behind. He looked more shocked that we were leaving him alive than the twins did. Of course, the twins should expect this by now. After all, they want into Scott's pack. That means doing things his way. I decided to go with Scott to the vet clinic to give the scroll to Deaton. It took Deaton a little longer to look at it. And he didn't seem to sure. His face has some pretty weird expressions.

"There isn't much here, unfortunately," he said.

"Does it say anything?" Scott asked.

"My Japanese isn't great. But it appears to say that one method of expelling a Nogitsune is to change the body of the host."

"Change the body?"

"Which begs the question…how do we change Stiles' body?" Deaton asked, but clearly already knew the answer. And there was only one way I could think of. One Scott said a second later.

"By turning him into a werewolf."