We live in cities you'll never see on screen

Not very pretty, but we sure know how to run things

Living in ruins of a palace within my dreams

And you know, we're on each other's team

~O~

I answered my ringing phone, Sheriff Stillinski's caller ID flashing on the screen. "Hello?"

"Callie? Where are you?" He asked.

"Uh, home," I replied, blinking when I realised I'd called it home. I pushed the twinge of betrayal I felt away because it didn't make sense. This wasn't my home and I knew that. "What's up?"

"There was…an incident at the mechanic. Stiles was there," Sheriff said.

"Is he ok?" I demanded.

"Yes he's fine. But…there was a murder," Sheriff admitted. My eyes widened. It was the kanima, it had to be. "I have to go but I just thought you should know. I might be home late so if you could make something for dinner that'd be great."

"Yeah of course. Cya," I said before he hung up. I pushed a hand through my hair before calling Scott.

"Did you hear about Stiles?" I asked the moment he picked up.

"Yeah I'm on my way to pick you up now."

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Rain pattered down onto the windshield of Scott's car steadily. I slid into the backseat as Stiles jogged toward us, getting into the front seat I previously occupied.

"You ok?" Scott asked.

"Yeah," Stiles mumbled, giving a small nod. "You were right," Stiles said, glancing back at me. "It's not like Scott, or you. It's eyes were almost like…reptilian. But there was something about him.."

"What do you mean?" I questioned.

''You know when you like see a friend in a halloween mask but all you can actually see are its eyes, and you feel like you know 'em but you just can't figure out who it is," Stiles said.

"Are you saying you know who it is?" Scott asked.

"No," Stiles said. "But I think it knew me."

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I walked Stiles up to his room where he sighed, turning to look at me. "I'm fine Callie. You don't have to follow me around like a dog," he said. I rolled my eyes at the wolf pun.

"Haha," I said sarcastically. "Seriously Stiles, are you sure you're ok?"

"I'm fine!" He said, throwing his hands up. I sighed.

"I'm going to go talk to Derek. I made spaghetti bolognese, it's in the fridge," i gave him a small smile and went to turn away when he caught my wrist.

"Why are you going to talk to Derek?" He asked me.

"Kane did some digging on his family. Turns out they were a highly respected pack before the fire. His mother, Talia Hale, had shapeshifter blood in her allowing her the ability to actually fully shift into a wolf. Anyway, his family may have some type of..records that might have something about the kanima. We barely know anything about it, it's ability, nothing. I'm going to see if I can find out more," I explained.

"Be careful," Stiles warned. I smiled at his concern.

"I can take that pup," I assured him, gave him a wink and left.

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I followed Derek's scent to the abandoned train depot I'd been the first night I'd met him. I slunk around the back and walked in in time to see Erica launch herself at Derek, their lips crashing together. My eyebrows shot up. After a few moments he threw her back and she landed heavily on the ground. I burst out laughing making their eyes snap to me.

"Sorry I didn't mean to interrupt," I said.

"What are you doing here Callie?" Derek asked, sighing.

"I need to talk to you," I replied. "Someone was killed tonight."

Derek's eyes darkened.

"Good, because I have about a hundred bones that need healing," Isaac said. Derek gave him a fake sympathetic look and crouched down beside him, putting his hand out. Isaac placed his arm in it and I wasn't fast enough to stop Derek from snapping it. Isaac cried out in pain as Derek broke his arm. I growled, my hand going around Derek's throat and picking him up, smashing him into the wall.

"Never do that again!" I snarled. He growled back at me, his eyes flashing red, but his alpha power didn't have the desired affect over me. Only if I was in wolf form would I submit to his power.

"You don't intentionally hurt your own pack you idiot," I spat. I dropped my hand away from his throat and walked over to Isaac, crouching beside the boy.

"You alright?" I asked, touching his shoulder gently. All three of the beta's eyes were wide.

"Uh y-yeah," he replied, unsure whether to be grateful or angry that I challenged his alpha.

"Good," I said, standing back up. I whirled around to face a very angry Derek. I ignored his rage and grasped his hand, pulling him away from them.

"Go," he shouted back at them. They scampered away. He pulled out of my grip and crossed his arms over his chest. In just a white singlet I had to admit that he was really hot. He glared at me. "This is my pack and you-"

"Yeah whatever," I interrupted him. "We have more important issues. For example the kanima going around killing people. Do you know if your family had any records of supernatural creatures? Like a bestiary?"

Derek looked thoroughly pissed but his gaze turned guarded the moment I brought up his family. "If we did it was burnt in the fire," he said stiffly. I sighed, biting my lip.

"You've heard of a kanima before right?" I asked.

"Only in…stories, fairytales. I didn't know they were actually real," Derek said. "Apparently they don't…know who or what they are when they turn into the kanima."

"Like a split personality," I murmured. He nodded. "Also…Did you know your mother had shapeshifter blood in her?" I asked. He stiffened even more, his hands curling into fists.

"How did you know that?" He questioned.

I shrugged. "I have ways. But that means you do to," i said. I reached out and put my hand on his arm, my eyebrows furrowing when he flinched away.

I closed my eyes and yes. There it was. How I hadn't noticed it before confused me. It was that familiarity that came along with being close to any of my kind, that feeling of comfort because you're with people that are like you. But swirling with it was the werewolf gene, the one that made the wolf in me howl and whimper, the one that had me cowering away yet slinking closer. The feeling of our hearts pumping in time, our skin touching was intoxicating.

My eyes flickered open. "That's so strange," I murmured. Derek's own eyes were wide, like he could feel it as well. "I've never met a werewolf with shifter blood before."

He pulled his arm away, backing up a few steps. I sighed.

"I have to go," I said. "I'll talk to you later."

I turned and left when he didn't reply, simply glaring at me.

It baffled him how I acted around him, as if he were my friend. Yet, how I could go from nice and friendly to mean and angry in a second. He realised that I was very protective over those that were weaker than me. He didn't admit that he admired that.

-O-

"….I know because I love you. I love you so much-" Stiles was saying.

"You two are the cutest couple," I pouted, coming up behind Scott and Stiles who were sitting on the stairs. I sat on the step above and ruffled their hair before laughing. "But seriously what are you talking about?"

Stiles looked annoyed. "Delivering messages from Allison to Scott," he replied. "There. Message complete. Now tell me about your boss."

"He thinks Allison's family keeps some kind of record of all the things they've hunted," Scott said.

"Like a bestiary," Stiles and I said at the same time.

Scott chuckled. "I think you mean beastiality."

"Nope, pretty sure we don't. It's like an encyclopaedia of mythical creatures," Stiles said.

"I thought Derek's family might have one but I asked him and he said no," I added. Scott's mouth was hanging open slightly and he looked a little annoyed.

"How am I the only one that doesn't seem to know anything about this stuff?" Scott questioned. I pouted for him and ran my fingers through his hair soothingly.

"You're our best friend, you're a creature of the night, it's kinda like a priority of ours," Stiles explained.

"Ok so if we find it and it can tell us more about the kanima," Scott said.

"And who," I added.

We sighed. "We need that book," we all said simultaneously before standing and walking away.

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"Allison thinks she knows where the book is," Stiles said as we walked toward the jeep. "She thinks it'll be in his office. She's going to try and get the keys tonight."

"Tonight?" I questioned.

"Lacrosse game," he supplied.

"Oh, do you play?" I asked, lighting up.

"Uh not really. Scott does. I just warm the bench," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. I chuckled and looped my arm through his.

"Well I'm sure you're very good at it. Besides, Scott cheats," I smirked. He rolled his eyes and opened the jeep door for me.

-O-

I winced as another of our players was barrelled into the ground. Our team were getting smashed, literally, by the other team. i looked over to see Stiles, as subtly as he could, grabbing the keys off Allison.

It was a few minutes later when coach pointed at someone in the crowd, asking them if they play lacrosse. My eyes widened when Boyd stood up. I watched worriedly as he got geared up. What if he lost control?

I glanced over to see Erica had disappeared as well. My eyes narrowed and I stood, getting down from the stands and following her scent. It went the same way as Stiles and a growl escaped my throat. I used my speed to get to the building quicker and followed their scents to the pool.

I looked in in time to see Derek puncture a basketball with his claws.

"Holy god," Stiles said.

"Hey," I chirped, walking closer. Derek sighed in annoyance, Erica scowled and Stiles looked relieved. "What's happening? You wouldn't be…oh I don't know…threatening Stiles would you, Derek? Because I really, really don't think that would be a good idea on your part." I smiled innocently at him.

"Oh I'd never threaten Stiles," Derek assured me. "You on the other hand?"

Suddenly I was pinned up against the wall, Derek's hand around my throat, his claws pricking my skin.

"Derek!" Stiles shouted but Erica restrained him. I grabbed Derek's wrist, pushing it away from my throat with some difficulty and dropping back to the ground. He growled at me but I caught his hands, stilling him.

"Derek," I said. "Stop!"

"You come in here, trying to control my pack-"

"Derek when will you start to understand that I'm not the enemy here? I'm trying to help and no offence but at least we're doing something. You're doing nothing. What, threatening my human friends? We're on the same team here," I said. "And…" I trailed off, my eyes fixated on something behind us, above our heads. There was a hissing sound and I pushed Derek behind me as Erica did the same to Stiles.

The kanima immediately swiped Erica to the side, knocking her out. I lunged for it as Stiles was now unprotected. I landed on it, tackling it but it was surprisingly strong, stronger than me and it smashed me to the ground. I scrambled to my feet, stumbling back to Derek's side.

"Run!" He commanded Stiles and I but the kanima swiped its claws at him, making a precise cut along the back of his neck. I assumed that was how it injected the paralytic poison.

"Derek your neck!" Stiles pointed out as Derek stumbled. Stiles wrapped an arm around him.

"Go! I'll hold it off," I commanded, turning back to face the thing. It lunged for me and I pushed it back. It landed on its feet and I glanced over my shoulder when there was a splash, in time to see Derek fall into the pool, Stiles jump in after him.

Suddenly the kanima smashed the back of my head with one of it's clawed hands. I fell forward, hitting my head on the ground. The kanima snarled at me and I pushed myself backwards, half slipping half diving into the water. I quickly broke the surface, my head spinning. My vision was blurry only for a few moments as I quickly healed. The water seeped into my clothes and I shivered before quickly swimming over to Stiles who was holding Derek up. I wrapped my arm around Derek to help Stiles support him.

"Are you ok?" Stiles asked me. I nodded.

"Fine," I confirmed.

"Do you see it?" Stiles questioned. I looked around.

"No, but it's still here. I can hear its heartbeat," I replied. I turned us around and spotted it, prowling along the edge of the pool.

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

"I don't know," I murmured. It crawled forward and put a hand in the water only to pull it back hissing.

"Did you see that?" Stiles demanded.

"I don't think it can swim," I said.

We held Derek up for a while longer, treading the water and I felt Stiles grow tired.

"Ok we gotta get out of here," I said. "Stiles if you can get Derek out I'll distract it. Try and get a hold of Scott."

"What? Callie it'll kill you," Stiles protested.

"I'll be fine," I brushed off his fears and ignored the dread coiling in my stomach. That thing, the kanima, was a whole lot stronger than me. "Ready?"

"No. Stiles is right. It'll kill you," Derek said.

"Yeah well either that or it's going to kill all of us," I said. "Go!"

I began swimming away from them and to the edge. I jumped out the kanima immediately began running toward me but when Stiles got Derek over to the edge it skidded to a halt and turned back, racing toward them and letting out a shriek. I chased after it, jumping and tackling it to the floor. It tried to swipe at me but I caught its arm, the slick scale-like skin feeling weird under my hand. I could feel the blood rushing through its veins. There was something about the way I read the creature, something that made me want to right a wrong, like the whole existence of the thing was wrong. It was like it wasn't what it was supposed to be, like it was halfway there.

I shivered and pushed the thing away from me, having to use all my strength. It dived at me and I leaped out of the way. It slid back and lunged at me, smashing me into a mirror which broke, scattering around me. A few pieces pierced my skin and pain shot through me but I ignored it and picked up a piece of the shatter glass, preparing to cut the kanima. But it froze, staring at its reflection. It let out a shriek and took off.

I gasped in air, falling back to the ground. I ran my fingers through my drenched hair, pulling at the knotted strands before standing limping over to where Derek was leaning against one of the diving blocks, Stiles laying beside him, both gasping for breath. I winced and felt warm blood trickle down my leg. I looked to see a large shard of glass embedded in my leg.

"Callie are you-"

"I'm fine," I cut Stiles off, limping over and sitting beside them.

"Here," Derek murmured before placing his hand on my leg, the other on the shard of glass and swiftly pulling it out. I winced but my leg immediately began healing up, the skin smooth and unscarred in moments. I pulled out a smaller piece in my shoulder and stood, shaking it off. I turned, hearing a fast approaching and familiar heartbeat. Scott rushed in, Gerard's keys in his hands.

"I found the- What happened?" He asked, seeing the mess and us, saturated.

I sighed.

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"Is that even a language?" Stiles questioned as we scrolled through the pages and pages not he computer. Turned out the bestiary was on a USB on Gerard's keys.

"It's archaic latin," I said. "But I don't actually know archaic latin. Which means we basically know nothing more about it."

"Yeah but you saw it. It was like it was confused by its own reflection," Stiles said.

"It doesn't know what it is," a voice said behind us and we turned as Erica and Derek walked toward us. "Or who."

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

"It's not a shapeshifter," I confirmed. "It's…It's like its not right, it's like a…"

"An abomination," Stiles offered. I nodded and exchanged a look with Derek, who looked to agree. Derek turned to walk away but I called him back.

"Derek we need to work together on this," I said.

"Maybe even tell the Argents," Scott agreed.

"You trust them?" Derek demanded.

"Nobody trusts anybody!" I shouted, annoyed. "That's the problem! While we're here arguing about who's on what side, there's something scarier, stronger and faster than all of us and it's killing people! And we still know next to nothing about it!"

"I know one thing," Derek said, turning away. "When I find it, I'm going to kill it."

~O~

A/N: Hey! I hope you guys liked it! PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! PLEASE! Tell me if I should continue or not!

Also I got a question from somebody asking about Callie's maturity level for her age, seeing as she may look like she's seventeen but she's actually 34. So because shape shifters actually age slower they actually mature slower as well. They also have to learn to control all their shifter forms and develop the ability to be able to shift so that when they're older they are able to easily shift. Because of this they mature slower, so Callie would in fact have the maturity of a 17/18 year old.

Sorry I didn't explain that better! Hope this helps! Please give me more feedback! Love you all xx until next time.