"So…if Allison's whole family are hunters, do you think they hunt shape shifters?" I asked, sprawled out on Stiles bed. He glanced at me from behind his computer.
"I don't know," he admitted. "Do you go crazy on a full moon?" He asked.
I gave him a weird look. "No. But we did have to learn to control ourselves when we're in animal forms."
"What do you mean?"
"I turn into a wolf. Literally. I could've ripped someone apart," I pointed out.
"Wait so, when you first turned into a wolf you were just…like a wolf. Like you thought like a wolf and everything?" He asked, now putting his full attention on me. I nodded.
"Our other animals ..they're like little voices in our head, almost like completely different people. But they're still animals and we have to learn to control them. That's why we age slower," I explained. "We have more time to mature, get our animals under control before they become stronger."
"That's so cool," Stiles said, his eyes wide in bewilderment. I rolled my eyes and threw a screwed up piece of paper at his head.
"Keep going on your homework," I commanded.
"Why don't you have to do yours?" He complained.
"I already finished high school dumb ass," I pointed out. "I did my homework in like two minutes." I smirked. "Perks of having super speed."
Stiles narrowed his eyes. "Hate you," he muttered. I blew him a kiss.
-O-
"I just talked to my dad, who talked to Jackson and I've got really terrible, horrible, very very bad news," Stiles said, hurriedly sitting in the seat beside Scott and I the next day at school.
"We know!" I hissed, pointing to Isaac who was sitting in front of us.
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"I only found one thing online about the kanima," Stiles explained. "It's a were jaguar from south America that goes after murderers."
"That thing was not a jaguar," Scott pointed out.
"And we're not exactly murderers," Stiles added.
"Yeah but you did see it kill somebody," i said.
"Which is probably why it tried to kill you," Scott said to Stiles. "And it's still trying to kill you and it probably won't stop until you're dead," Scott rambled.
"You know sometimes I really begin to question this 'friendship," Stiles said angrily. I laughed and we split up to go into different classes.
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"Woah, woah, start from the beginning," I commanded Scott and Stiles.
"Ok, ok. One; Jackson knows about the kanima and Derek tested him for it, paralysed him with the kanima's venom," Stiles rushed.
"Two; Jackson told us he thinks Derek wants to kill Lydia because he thinks the kanima is her," Scott said.
"And three; Lydia had a total meltdown in class, crying and screaming and all," Stiles finished.
I took in a deep breath, processing all the new found information. "Ok..But Derek wouldn't do anything without proof, right?" I asked as we walked not chemistry.
"Ok so he tests her like he did with Jackson," Stiles said. "But when and where?"
I looked over to Lydia who was absent mindedly drawing on a piece of paper at one of the lab desks.
Erica and Isaac caught me gaze as they stalked over toward us.
"I think here and now," I said. Scott rushed over to sit beside Lydia before the other two werewolves. Stiles and I sat at the table beside them and Allison on the table on the other side of Scott and Lydia. She shot Scott a questioning look who nudged his head back in the direction of Erica and Isaac, who had sat behind them.
"Einstein once said; two things are infinite; the universe and human stupidity and I'm not so sure about the universe," Mr Harris said, walking up toward the front. "I myself have encountered infinite stupidity," he patted Stiles shoulder and I glared up at him, wanting no more than to bash his head in. "So to combat the plague of ignorance in my class you're going to combine efforts through a round of group experiments. Let's see if two heads are indeed better than one, or in Mr Stillinski's case, less than one," he said.
"Or in yours, none at all," I shot back, smiling sweetly up at him. He glared back at me.
"Oh I'm sorry Miss Daniels, did you want an afternoon detention? Because you just earned yourself one," he said. I barely contained a growl, narrowing my eyes at him but refraining from commenting and getting myself into trouble further. "Erica start with the first station, you can go with-" Mr Harris cut himself off as the majority of the boys in the class raised their hands. "I didn't ask for volunteers. Put your hormonal little hands down. Start with Mr McCall."
I was paired with Isaac and I sat calmly beside him before shooting him a smirk, bumping my shoulder with his.
"Hey there," I said, pouring different chemicals into different tubes. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Hey," he said, trying to keep up the smug act he and Erica had on but failing.
"Fun fact: Did you know that just 20 - 40 mL of tincture, which is a rare type of wolfsbane, injected into a human can kill you in less than two hours?" I said, smiling. "And that it takes half that time and dosage to kill a werewolf?" I smirked over at Isaac, who'd turned pale.
"Time!" Mr Harris called and dinged the bell. The next rotation I was with a random guy and the last I was with Stiles. I looked over to see Lydia next to Isaac and gulped in worry.
The bell dinged again after a few minutes. "If you've catalysed the reaction correctly you should be looking at a crystal," Mr Harris said. I raised an eyebrow at the goo in front of Stiles and I. "Now for the part of the experiment I'm sure you'll all enjoy; you can eat it."
I smirked and shoved it toward Stiles who made a face.
My gaze caught on Lydia who picked up the crystal. My eyes widened at the clear goo that dripped off the crystal.
"Lydia!" Scott shouted, standing up abruptly.
"What?" She questioned. He looked around for a moment before hesitantly sitting down.
"Nothing," he said. She let out a breath and bit into the crystal but nothing happened. I glanced out the window and saw Derek, leaning back against his car.
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"Derek's outside waiting for Lydia," Scott said.
"To kill her?" Allison questioned.
"If he thinks she's the kanima then yes," Scott confirmed. "Especially what happened at the pool."
"It's not her," Stiles insisted.
"Stiles she didn't pass the test man, nothing happened," Scott said sympathetically.
"No Scott," I said. He looked at me in confusion. "Shape shifters can read people, that's how I knew you were a werewolf. Lydia…she's something but she doesn't feel…."
"Evil?" Stiles suggested. I nodded.
''It doesn't matter because Derek thinks it's her," Allison said.
"I can protect her," I insisted. "But I have detention."
Scott let out a breath, pushing a distressed hand through his hair.
"Well I really don't think he's going to do something here, not at school," Scott said.
"What about after school?" Allison pointed out. "Well…what if we can prove that Derek's wrong?"
"Yeah, by three o'clock?" Stiles questioned.
"There could be something in the bestiary," I offered.
"Oh you mean the nine hundred page book written in archaic latin that none of us can read? Good luck with that," Stiles snapped and I would have scolded him had the situation not been so urgent.
"Actually I think I might know someone who might be able to translate it," Allison said.
"Uh..I can..talk to Derek," Scott offered. "Maybe convince him to give us a chance to prove it's not her."
"But if anything happens you guys let us handle it," I added.
"What does that mean?" Allison asked.
"You can't heal like we can," I said.
"We just don't want you getting hurt," Scott said. Allison rummaged through her bag and pulled out a crossbow.
"I can protect myself," she said. Scott and I sighed.
"What?" She asked.
"I just don't want you getting hurt," Scott said. "Seriously if anything goes wrong you call me or Callie. Ok? Cause I don't care if your dad finds out, you call, text, scream, yell, whatever. I'll find you as fast as I can. We have until three," Scott said. Allison nodded. Scott and I turned around to walk away when a whizzing sound reached my ears. I spun around and reached out, catching an arrow millimetres away from Scott's head. Stiles was gaping at us, the crossbow in his hands. A giggle escaped my lips and i bit down hard to keep my laughs in. Allison rolled her eyes and Stiles handed her the crossbow.
"S-sorry," he said. "Sorry. Sensitive trigger, on that."
I snorted in amusement.
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I chewed a nail nervously, my leg bouncing up and down. I glanced at the clock for what had to be the millionth time. Mr Harris sat calmly at his desk.
"Somewhere more important to be Miss Daniels?" He asked, not even glancing up.
"You have no idea," I muttered.
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"Alright, you can-"
I was rushing out of the room before Mr Harris even finished his sentence. I sprinted through the corridors, no more than a blur and out into the open. I didn't stop my fast pace, racing toward Scott's house but not allowing myself to shift. I pushed myself faster, beyond my normal capacity in human form. By the time I reached the house my legs burnt and I could barely breathe. Derek was out the front, Boyd by his side but Erica and Isaac were no where to be seen.
"Derek..what the hell…" I panted desperately and leant down, putting my hands on my knees. "One sec," I said, trying to regain my breath. Derek was standing, smirking at me. After a few moments I caught my breath and straightened back up. "If you hurt any of my friends, I'm going to rip you apart," I stated.
"That would have been a lot more intimidating if you hadn't have had to catch your breath," Derek pointed me. I hummed in agreement before going to make a break for the house. Derek was suddenly standing in front of me. He growled but one kick to his stomach sent him sprawling back. I ran past him and into the house in time to see Isaac growling at Stiles who lay on the ground, looking scared. I stepped in front of Stiles, glaring at Isaac.
"Don't even think about it," I warned him, my voice low and menacing.
"Stiles! It's here!" Allison called from upstairs. I swore under my breath when suddenly Isaac was tackled to the ground by Scott. They scuffled around for a few moments and Isaac punched Scott in the face.
"Oh hell no," I said, grabbing Isaac by his neck and picking him up, his feet not touching the floor. I looked him over and clicked my tongue. "And to think I defended you," I said. I smashed his head against the nearest wall knocking him out and grimacing when I put a dint in the wall. "Sorry," I said to Scott, who smiled in relief. I dropped Isaac to the ground and looked up when Allison called my name from the top of the stairs. I hurried up to see Erica, lying on the floor, paralysed.
"Good idea," I praised Allison, who shrugged, but was smiling. I grabbed Erica's hands and easily began sliding her along the floor. I 'accidentally' bumped her into the wall.
"Sorry," I said, sarcasm dripping from my tone. Allison smirked. Erica glared at me, or as much as she could without moving her entire body.
When we got her downstairs I picked Isaac and Erica up and Scott opened the door. I literally threw them out onto the front lawn, to Derek's feet. Scott, Allison, Stiles and I stepped out onto the front porch.
"I think I'm finally getting why you keep refusing me Scott," Derek said. "You're not an omega, you'e already an alpha. Of your own pack."
"That's right," I said, jogging down the steps. "You have your pack, we'll have ours, yeah? But the thing with packs, clans, cliques, whatever, is that you threaten one person? You threaten the entire group. Tonight you threatened my friend; you threatened me. I don't like to be threatened." I took a step closer to him. "You've threatened me one time to many and if you dare do it again, I will kill you. Do you understand?"
Derek glared at me and my gaze levelled his, but before he was forced into answering his eyes widened, looking behind me. I spun around at a hissing sound as Scott, Allison and Stiles jogged down the steps and we looked up onto the roof. The kanima was scrambling along the roof and it roared at us before taking off. I looked over to the doorway as Lydia ran out.
"Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on?" Lydia demanded.
My breath caught in my throat. It's Jackson.
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I raced after the kanima, glancing over my shoulder at Derek who was behind me. A fence blocked my way and I jumped onto the dumpster closest to me before jumping over the fence, hitting the ground running.
I raced after the kanima but soon lost sight of it, slowing down to a halt.
"Where'd it go?" Derek questioned. I turned around, looking for the creature.
"I don't know," I breathed. There was a hiss behind me and I spun around to face the kanima. It lunged at me and I stepped out of the way before tackling it as it passed me. It pushed me off and I hit the ground hard. Derek slashed at it and it slashed straight back, both dodging each others attacks. I leaped up and kicked the thing into a wall. It roared at me and dived for me, smashing me into the ground. Derek tackled it off of me but it simply threw him onto the ground. It ran up the wall and jumped back off at me. I pushed it as it impacted on me when a car pulled up with a flash of lights and Chris Argent, Allison's father, got out, shooting at the thing.
"Go," I commanded Derek and he took off. After Chris had emptied an entire round into the thing it simply got back up and kicked him into a wall. It went to attack him again but I tackled it to the ground. It simply kicked me off and I watched as it went up to Gerard, who had also gotten out of the car. But he didn't look afraid, or even ready to attack. He simply stood there until Scott appeared and tackled it away from him. I quickly got up and chased after it, Scott hot on my heels.
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Scott and I let out a yelp when Stiles appeared behind us. We were hiding at a corner, looking at the line into a night club.
"Sorry," Stiles apologised. "Did you find him?"
"Lost him," I sighed.
"What? You couldn't find a scent?" Stiles questioned.
"I don't think kanimas have one," I responded.
"Alright..any clue where he's going?" Stiles asked.
"To kill someone," Scott said like it was obvious.
"Oh, that explains the claws and the fangs and all that. Makes perfect sense now," Stiles said sarcastically. I snickered while Scott rolled his eyes in exasperation.
"What? Come on, I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, sarcasm is my only defence," Stiles said and I smirked, swinging my arm around his shoulder, squeezing.
"Just help us find it," Scott said.
"Not it, Jackson," Stiles corrected.
"I-I know," Scott said.
"Did anybody else see him back at your house?" Stiles asked.
"I-I don't think so but he already passed Derek's test anyway," Scott pointed out.
"Yeah but that's just the thing, how did he pass the test?" Stiles questioned.
"I don't know," Scott admitted.
"Maybe it's like…well Derek said that a snake can't be poisoned by its own venom right?" I said. "When's the kanima not the kanima?"
"When it's Jackson," Scott said. Suddenly Stiles eyes widened, looking upward and he began backing up. I backed up with him, pulling Scott along and looked up. I spotted the kanima up in the roof, sliding in between the gaps into the building.
"He's inside," Scott stated.
"What's he going to do in there?" Stiles questioned. I shot him a look.
"Party and dance. What do you think?" I said sarcastically.
"I know who he's after," Scott abruptly said.
"What how?" Stiles asked but now I could scent Danny too. I looked over to see him in the line to get inside. "Did you smell something?" Stiles asked.
Scott nodded. "Armani."
We hurried over to the back door and Stiles pulled on it but it was locked.
"Damn," he muttered, taking a few steps away. "Ok maybe there's like a window we could climb through or-"
I easily snapped off the door handle and pushed open the door. Stiles looked back at me.
"Or a door handle we could break with supernatural strength. How did I not think of that one?" He asked before scurrying after Scott and I who had walked inside. Music pounded around us, loud in my sensitive ear drums. Sweaty bodies grinder against each other and oh god the lights. They flashed everywhere, making the room black one second and as bright as the sun the next.
"I'm about to have a seizure," I muttered to them. Stiles shot me a grin.
"Dude everyone in here's a dude. I think we're in a gay night club," Scott said, raising his voice to be heard over the music.
"Man, nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses huh Scott?" Stiles said from where he was being stroked and prodded by a group of girls. I growled at them and grabbed his arm, pulling him away from them and into my side.
"Easy there tiger," Stiles winked at me. I sent him a sour look.
"Over here," Scott said, grabbing my arm and leading us to the bar.
"Three beers," Stiles ordered, grinning.
"Three cokes," i corrected, shooting Stiles a death stare. The guy shot me a grateful look and went to get a drink. Another shirtless guy came up to us.
"This ones payed for," he said, handing Scott a drink and looking to a guy across the bar. I snorted in amusement, covering my mouth with my hand to keep from bursting out laughing. Scott grinned.
"Oh shut up," Stiles said, grabbing his coke.
"I didn't say anything," Scott protested, but he was still grinning ear to ear.
"Yeah well your face did," Stiles retorted. I looked through the crowds of dancing people.
"Hey I found Danny," Stiles said, looking at Danny's dancing figure.
"I found Jackson," I said, looking up at the roof where the kanima was prowling along, upside down.
"Get Danny," Scott commanded.
"What are you going to do?" Stiles asked. Scott pulled out his claws. "Works for me."
Scott and I slid through the crowd, eyes trained on the kanima. Suddenly the mist went off, concealing him from sight. I cursed under my breath in frustration. When the mist finally cleared off the kanima was gone. Scott and I began pushing through the people, trying to find it when people started dropping to the floor. With a start, i realised they were being paralysed. Through the mist I saw the shape of the kanima.
"Jackson!" Scott shouted. But then I also saw two red glowing eyes.
"Derek no!" I shouted but he didn't listen, advancing toward the kanima. He slashed its throat and it let out a scream. As people realised there were others laying on the ground paralysed they began screaming, backing off. Danny lay amongst the paralysed. Scott and I escaped out the back.
"Look," I said, pointing out a trail of black blood. We followed it and spotted Jackson, now in his human form laying beside a car. He was covered in blood and naked. Brilliant.
I rushed toward him, dropping to my knees beside him. Scott crouched beside me. Stiles ran up to us.
"What do we do with him now?" Scott asked.
"We gotta get him to your car," I said. I slipped my arms around him and easily lifted him up. I had a great view of his abs from there and honestly I didn't really mind, even if he was covered in blood.
"I'm going to go talk to Danny," Scott said, rushing off. Stiles led the way to his car and I slipped Jackson in the back, throwing a blanket over him and laying his head on my lap. Stiles sat in the drivers seat. A few minutes later Scott jumped in.
"Couldn't get anything out of Danny," Scott said.
"Ok can we just get the hell out of here now before my dads deputy sees me," Stiles said. Scott nodded and Stiles went to turn on the car when the Sheriff's car pulled up.
"Oh my god. Oh my god could this get any worse?" Stiles demanding. Just to prove him wrong Jackson began groaning. "That was rhetorical!" Stiles shouted at him.
"Get rid of him," Scott commanded.
"Get rid of him? We're at a crime scene and he's the sheriff!" Stiles protested. Scott waved his hands around and I rolled my eyes.
"Do something!" Scott insisted. Stiles jumped out of the car, heading toward his dad who look to me and held up a hand, beckoning me to come out as well. I eased Jackson off my lap, who groaned some more and climbed over the front seat, jumping out of the car.
"What are you doing here?" Sheriff demanded Stiles and I who exchanged quick looks.
"What do you mean what am I doing here?" Stiles asked. "It's a club. We were clubbing you know? At the club."
I bite my lip to keep from bursting out laughing.
"Not exactly either of your types of clubs," Sheriff pointed out.
"Uh…well dad there's a conversation that we-"
"You're not gay," Sheriff interrupted.
"Wha-? I could be!" Stiles protested.
"Not dressed like that," Sheriff shot back. That time I couldn't help bursting out into laughter. I slapped a hand over my mouth and tried desperately to stop my chuckles. Sheriff went to take a step toward the jeep but Stiles grabbed him, pushing him back.
"Uhh-…" Stiles stumbled.
"This is the second crime scene that you've just happened to have shown up on," Sheriff said. I raised an eyebrow at Stiles. "And at this point I've been fed so many lies i'm not sure I know the kid standing in front of me. And Callie if I find out you in someway have been influencing them to do something they shouldn't, I won't hesitate to send you back to Kane and he can just sort out whatever misguided issues you have! Now what the hell is going on?"
I bit my lip, my eyes falling to the ground.
"Dad I-I-"
"The truth Stiles," Sheriff commanded.
"Uh the truth? Alright.."
"The truth is we were here with Danny," I interjected. "Because he just broke up with his boyfriend so we were just trying to take him out and get his mind off things. That's- That's it."
Sheriff was silent for a few moments before nodding. "Well that's really good of you guys. You're good friends."
I could help the way the lie tasted bitter on my tongue and the way my heart was jolting in my chest. I hated lying.
Stiles grinned and patted his dad on the arm before pointing at him. Sheriff and I rolled our eyes and I grabbed his arm, dragging him back to the jeep.
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"Uhh what about your house?" Stiles suggested.
"Not with my mum there! We need to take him somewhere where we can hold him long enough to figure out what to do with him," Scott said. "Or long enough to convince him he's dangerous."
"I still say we just kill him," Stiles said.
"We're not killing him," I growled.
"Since when did you care?" Stiles asked. I stroked Jackson's hair and pursed my lips.
"I told you. I can read people. And although I can tell Jackson seems kind of douchey, he doesn't feel….bad. Not like the kanima does. It's not his fault," I said.
"Ok," Stiles sighed. "I got an idea."
"Does it involve breaking the law?" Scott asked.
"By now don't you think that's a given?"
"Just dying to be optimistic."
"Yeah well don't bother."
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Stiles, Scott and I glanced over at the police van Jackson was locked in when he started shouting.
"STILES! MCCALL! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"
I gulped.
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