I sat on the edge of the table in Derek's new loft while he sat in a chair beside me, skimming through a book. Isaac was pacing along the wall with the ten by fifteen foot window that overlooked the city.
"You're supposed to be grounded, Lily." Derek murmured, not looking up from the book.
"My father knows that a lecture is all I really need. Besides, I'm seventeen years old, he can't keep telling me what to do. I'm not a child anymore." I said. "And wasn't it you that wanted me to skip school the other day so I could hang out with you?" Derek looked up at me without an answer and I smiled at him before he looked back down at his book.
"You know, I'm starting not to like this idea." Isaac whined behind us. "Sounds kinda dangerous." He paused as he turned around to walk back across the floor. "You know what? I definitely don't like this idea, and I definitely don't like him."
"You'll be fine." Derek reassured him.
"Ugh, the only thing I don't like about this alpha thing is the feeling of wanting to protect my packmates. It sickens me. Ugh." I whined.
"Its a natural instinct to want to protect your packmate. It comes with being an alpha."
"Does it have to be him?" Isaac questioned Derek.
"He knows how to do it. I don't. Be more dangerous if I tried doing it myself."
"You know Scott doesn't trust him, right? You know, personally, I'd-well, I'd trust Scott." Derek looked up from his book at Isaac who stopped pacing to play with a book that was laying on the table.
"Do you trust me?"
"Yeah." Derek gave one short nod before looked back down at his book. "I still don't like him."
"Nobody likes him." I sighed. The metal door to the loft slid open and Derek's uncle, Peter, stood in the doorway.
"Boys and lady," Peter greeted us as he walked down the steps to stop in front of Derek and me. "FYI, yes, coming back from the dead has left my abilities somewhat impaired, but the hearing still works. So I hope you're comfortable saying whatever it is that you're feeling straight to my face."
"We don't like you." Derek said without hesitation as he slammed his book shut to toss it on the table and standing up. "Now shut up and help us."
"Fair enough." Isaac sat down in a chair and started tapping his foot nervously against the concrete floor. "Relax." Peter ordered Isaac as Derek and I made our way to sit on the coffee table in front of the couch. "I'll get more out of you if you're calm."
"How do you know how to do this, again?" Isaac questioned Peter, obviously trying to stall.
"It's an ancient ritual used mostly by alphas, since it's a skill that requires quite a bit of practice. One slip, and you could paralyze someone. Or kill them." Derek and I now looked at Peter with concern.
"You-you've had a lot of practice, though, right?"
"Well, I never paralyzed anyone."
"Wait, does that mean that you-" Isaac was cut off as Peter dug his nails deep into the back of Isaac neck. Isaac let out of grunt as he convulsed but Peter held him still. Isaac tried to reach back to pry Peter away from him but Peter had a firm grip on him. I instantly stood up, not wanting to fight my instinct of protecting Isaac anymore. Derek stood up with me.
"Wait, I see them." Peter quickly pulled away from Isaac as he drooped forward, holding still like a statue. Peter walked away, gasping for air.
"What'd you see?" Derek questioned him as I walked over to Isaac to make sure he was alright.
"Uh, it was confusing." Peter panted. "Um, im-images. Vague shapes."
"But you saw something."
"Isaac found them."
"Erica and Boyd?"
"I barely saw them. I mean, glimpses."
"But you did see them."
"Worse." Derek's jaw tightened as he realized what Peter meant.
"Deucalion."
"He was talking to them. Something about time running out."
"What does it mean?" I asked as Derek sat back down on the coffee table and I looked over at Derek for an answer.
"He's gonna kill them." Derek said.
"No, no, no, no, no, he didn't say that." Peter insisted. "He did make them a promise that by the full moon that they'd both be dead."
"The next full moon?"
"Tomorrow night."
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"I don't see anything." Derek snapped as he looked away from Lydia and Allison's arms who held them out in front of Derek to show the bruise that formed on both their arms.
"Look again." Scott sighed impatiently. Derek looked back down at the arms only to look back up and growl in frustration, crossing his arms over his chest.
"How is a bruise gonna tell me where Erica and Boyd are?" Derek and Allison locked glares, never blinking or looking away from each other. It was then that I remembered a couple months, Derek had to bite Allison's mother to save himself and Scott but by biting her, it caused her to turn into a werewolf and being part of a family that hunts werewolves for a living, she had to "commit sucide." So things weren't really good between Allison and Derek ever since and it made me really uncomfortable for them to be in the same room together. I'm always afraid that they'll get into a fight. To the death.
"It's the same on both sides. Exactly the same."
"It's nothing."
"Pareidolia." Lydia said. "Seeing patterns that aren't there." Derek finally broke eye contact with Allison to look at Scott and me questioningly. "It's a subset of apophenia."
"They're trying to help." Scott told Derek.
"These two." Derek scoffed. "This one," He pointed at Lydia. "Who used me to resurrect my psychotic uncle. Thank you. And this one," He pointed to Allison. "Who shot about thirty arrows into me and my pack.
"Ok, alright, now, come on." Stiles said, who was sitting on a desk on the sidelines. "No one died, all right? Ok, look, there may have been a little maiming, okay, a little mangling, but not death." Allison and Derek continued to death stare between them. "That's what I call an important distinction." Derek looked over at Stiles, wanting to kill him at that moment.
"Stiles, please, just shut up." I moaned as I could practically feel the violent anger rolling off of Derek in heat waves.
"My mother died." Allison reminded Derek in a low whisper.
"Your family's little honor code killed your mother." Derek snapped at her. "Not me."
"That girl is here looking for Scott. I'm here to help, not you."
"You wanna help? Find something real."
"Ok, can we like wrap this up?" I asked. "Cause, Scott, if these two are in the same room any longer, they're going to end up in a fight. To the death." I placed my hand gently on Derek's bicep and he turned to head out of the classroom. Scott chased after us.
"Derek...Give her a chance." Scott pleaded. "Okay, they're on our side now."
"Well, then maybe you should tell her what her mother was actually trying to do that night." With that, Derek turned and walked out of the room.
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"Okay, what would a pack of alphas want with Erica and Boyd?" Stiles murmured his question out loud as Scott, Stiles and I walked under the concret bridge of the school to get to our next class.
"I'm not sure it's them they want." Scott said.
"Okay, what, like Derek?" I looked over at him at the sound of Derek's name. "Like they're recruiting?" I got an uneasy feeling in my gut and felt the hairs on my arm stand up. Scott must have had the same feeling because we both stopped at the same time. "Or not. Sorry I brought it up, Calla." I ignored him and slowly turned around to face the direction that we were just walking. "Hey, Scott. Calla? You coming?" My eyes focused on the back of the new twins that just transferred here. "Calla!" My head snapped back around to look at Stiles in confusion. "You coming?" I slapped Scott's arm who was still staring at the twins.
"Come on." I mumbled and began to walk to class with Scott and Stiles behind me. We walked into economics and sat down with Scott and Stiles side by side and me behind Stiles. Coach slammed a textbook on his desk as the bell rung.
"The stock market is based on two principles." Coach declared. "What are they?" Scott's hand shot in the air. "Yes, McCall, you can go to the bathroom. Anybody else?" Scott's hand dropped as he looked a little bit hurt.
"Uh, no, Coach, I know the answer." Scott said and Coach bursted out laughing but immediately stopped when he saw that Scott wasn't laughing either.
"Oh, you're serious."
"Yes. Risk and reward."
"Wow. Who are you? And what have you done to McCall?" Scott opened his mouth to answer but Coach stopped him. "Don't answer that. I like you better. I like you better. Does anybody have a quarter? A quarter."
"I do." Stiles said as he reached into his front pocket and pulled out a quarter but something else came out too and landed on the floor. It was a small square blue package with the words that I wish I hadn't read but you know what they say, curiousity killed the cat. I leaned forward to read XXL Condom. I leaned back in my seat and shook my head.
"Wow, Sty, you must be desperate to be carrying that around school with you." I said. Stiles just sat there petrified. Coach walked down the asile and bent to pick the condom up.
"Stilinkski, I think you, uh...you dropped this." He handed it back to Stiles who handed Coach the quarter. "And congratulations." Coach walked back to the front of the classroom as Stiles stuffed the condom back into his pocket. I leaned forward to whisper something in Stiles ear but he cut me off.
"I swear to God, Callana, you say another word, I will murder you in your sleep." Stiles threatened me. I just laughed and leaned back in my seat.
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"So you think they kidnapped Heather to turn her?" Scott questioned Stiles as we strolled through the halls of the school after class. Apparently, an old childhood friend of Stiles had gone missing.
"Derek says it's easier to turn teenagers." I reminded them.
"But what would a pack of alphas need with a beta?"
"Scott, I don't know." Stiles said. "I don't care. All right? This girl...Our moms were best friends before mine died, all right? We used to take freakin' bubble baths together when we were three. I gotta find her."
"Then we need Isaac to remember."
"How?" I questioned him. "Peter, Derek and I couldn't do it. You know any other werewolf with a better trick?"
"Maybe not a werewolf. But someone who knows a lot about them."
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I nibbled my fingernails as Derek and Scott tossed two bags of ice cubes into a tub of cold water. Another one of Deaton's fabulous ideas. Another idea that has my protecting alpha instinct going crazy.
"Obviously, it's not going to be particulary...comfortable." Deaton told Isaac. "But if we can slow your heart rate down enough, you'll slip into a trance-like state."
"Like being hypnotized." Isaac said as Stiles joined in to dump more ice cubes into the tub. By the time they were done, twenty or more bags of ice cubes were laying around the floor of the vet.
"Exactly. You'll be half transformed. It'll let us access your subconscious mind." Isaac knelt down beside the tub of ice and stared into it.
"How slow does his heart rate need to be?" Scott asked the question that was burning a hole in my mind.
"Very slow."
"How slow is very slow?" I asked anxiously.
"Nearly dead." I whined like a little puppy hating the feeling of protection over someone else. It made me feel weak and dependable. Isaac slowly touched the water but quickly pulled away from the temperature.
"It's safe, though, right?" Isaac asked Deaton.
"Do you want me to answer honestly?"
"No. No, not really." A rubber glove snapped behind us and we turned to see Stiles pulling on a long rubber glove that went up to his elbow.
"What?" He questioned our looks.
"Stiles, stop being an idiot." I snapped at him and he sighed and took off the glove before we turned our attention back to Isaac who stood back up and exhaled slowly. "Look, if it feels too risky, you don't have to do this." Isaac gave a short nod idicating that he understood me but he took off his shirt anyways. He climbed into the tub and gasped at the coldness.
"It should be the two alphas of his pack to hold him down." Deaton said. "Gives him something to hold onto so he doesn't die compeletly."
"Oh, no, I'm feeling way to protective to want to drown one of my packmates." I said, holding my hands up to my defense.
"The alpha female does have a more sensitive instinct to protect. A motherly nature to the pack. What about your other two packmates? You want to protect them? Get them home safe and soundly?" I shuffled my feet in defeat and sighed. Isaac gripped the edge of the tub as Derek took one shoulder and I took the other. After Isaac gave a nod, Derek and I pushed down on Isaac's shoulders and he disappeared under the water.
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Isaac pushed against our strength as his head broke the surface of the water, canines sharpen and eyes glowing a dandalion neon yellow. He roared in anger as Derek and I struggled to keep him in the water.
"Get him back under." Deaton ordered. We pushed Isaac back under the water with massive force as Scott and Stiles took care of his legs. Isaac groaned as he lifted through the water again, legs flailing, trying to get away from our grip. "Hold him."
"We're trying!" Derek snapped at him. I growled as I dug my nails into Isaac's shoulder and pushed him down to the bottom of the tub. His body twitched underneath our grip bubbles forming out of his mouth and floating to the raging surface. His convulsions slowly died down until they came to a stop. Derek and I let go of him and he floated to the surface and inhaled slowly but deeply.
"Now, remember, only I talk to him. Too many voices will confuse him and draw him out. Isaac? Can you hear me?"
"Yes." Isaac's eyes remained closed and his lips shivered as he spoke. "I can hear you."
"This is Dr. Deaton. I'd like to ask you a few questions. Is that all right?"
"Yes."
"I want to ask you about the night you found Erica and Boyd. I would like you to remember it in as vivid detail as possible, like you're actually there again."
"I-I don't want to do that. I don't-I don't wanna do that. I don't wanna do that." The thunder outside rumbled loudly causing the lights to flicker within the clinic. Isaac began to kick again and Derek and I gripped his shoulders again to hold him still.
"Isaac, it's all right. Just relax. They're just memories. You can't be hurt by a memory."
"I don't wanna do that."
"It's all right."
"I don't wanna do that."
"Relax." Isaac became still again and we let go of him once more. "Good. Now let's go back to that night. To the place you found Erica and Boyd. Can you tell me what you see? Is there some kind of building? A house?"
"It's not-it's not a house. It's stone. I think marble."
"That's perfect. Can you give me any other descriptors?"
"It's dusty, so empty."
"Like an abandoned building?" The thuder rumbled again as Isaac remained silent. "Isaac? Isaac?"
"Someone's here." He gripped my arm in fear as he convulsed again.
"Isaac, relax." I placed a hand on his shoulder just in case things got out of hand again.
"No, no, no, they see me, they see me!" He screamed as his grip on my arm tightened.
"Just memories. You won't be hurt by your memories. Just relax. Relax." He calmed down to Deaton's order again and slowly let go of my arm. "Good. Now tell us what you see. Tell us everything." Isaac's eyes slowly opened but instead of them being neon yellow, they were a pale slate gray.
"I hear him. He's talking about the full moon, about being out of control when the moon rises."
"Is he talking to Erica?"
"I think so, I can't-I can't see her, I ca-I can't see either of them."
"Can you hear anything else?"
"They're worried. They're worried about what they'll do during the full moon. They're...worried that they're gonna hurt each other." The thunder rumbled again.
"If they're locked together on the full moon, they're gonna tear each other apart." Derek whispered.
"Isaac, we need to find them right now." Deaton insisted. "Can you see them?"
"No."
"Do you know what kind of room it is? Is there any kind of a marker? A number on a door? A sign?" Isaac's gray eyes expanded and contracted to flickering light that hung above him. He suddenly gasped and sat straight up, flicking water at us. Isaac spoke in a low whisper.
"They're here. They-they-" He slowly sat back in the water and his breath became ragged as if he was close to having a panic attack. "They're here."
"It's all right."
"No. They're here."
"Just tell us-"
"They see me. They found us. They're here!"
"This isn't working!" Derek declared. "Isaac, where are you?"
"I can't see them, it's too dark."
"Just tell me where you are!"
"I can't see!"
"Isaac, where are you? Just tell me where you are."
"His heart rate-he could go into shock." Deaton said.
"Derek, let him go!" I snapped at him.
"Isaac, where are you?" Derek interegated Isaac. "What did you see?"
"They found me! They found me! They got me! A room! They're dragging me to a room. There's a-there's a body! A body! It's Erica! It's Erica's body!"
"Where are you?"
"A vault!" Isaac yelled. "It's a bank vault." I pulled Derek away from Isaac and Isaac sat straight up. "I saw it! I saw the name." He climbed to his feet and Derek and I helped him out as Deaton wrapped him in a towel. I took a stance beside Derek who crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at the ground. I faced him and looked just past him, Isaac's rambling about the body running through my mind like a herd of mustangs. "It's uh-B-Beacon Hills First National Bank. It's, um-it's an abandoned bank, and they're keeping them locked inside, inside the vault." We were all silent as Isaac rambled on about what he saw. He stopped and looked from one of us to the next and back again. "What?"
"You don't remember what you said just before you came out of it, do you?" Stiles asked.
"No."
"You said when they captured you that they dragged you into a room and that there was a body in it."
"What body?"
"Erica. You said it was Erica."
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"She's not dead." Derek insisted, pacing the floor of the examination room of the clinic.
"Derek, he said, 'There's a dead body. It's Erica.'" Stiles reminded him. "Doesn't exactly leave us much room for interpretation."
"Then who was in the vault with Boyd?"
"Someone else, obviously."
"Obviously." I scoffed.
"And maybe it was the girl on the motorcycle." Scott suggested. "Okay, the one who saved you?" Isaac shook his head.
"No, she wasn't like us." Isaac said. "And whoever was in the vault with Boyd was."
"What if that's how Erica died?" Stiles threw his thoughts into the air. "They, like, pit them against each other during the full moon and see which one survives. It's like werewolf thunderdome."
"Then we get them out tonight." I snapped.
"Be smart about this, Calla." Deaton said. "You can't just go storming in."
"If Isaac got in, then so can we." Derek said.
"But he didn't get through a vault door, did he?"
"We need a plan." Scott said.
"How are we going to come up with a plan to break into a bank vault in less than twenty four hours?" Derek growled.
"Uh, I think someone already did." Stiles said, his eyes skimming the screen of his phone. "Beacon Hills First National Bank closed its doors three months after vault robbery. Doesn't say here how it was robbed, but it probably won't take long to find out."
"How long?" I clicked my tongue and gave Derek a disconcerting look, slapping him playfully on the arm.
"It's the internet, babe." I laughed and he just raised his eyebrows at me. I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Mintues, Derek, minutes."
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"Okay. You see this?" Stiles questioned us as he laid out a blueprint of the abandoned bank on the table in front of us. "This is how they got in. It's a rooftop air conditioning vent. Leads down inside into the wall. Of the vault, which is here. Okay? One of the robbers was lowered into this shaft. Now, that space is so small, it took him about 12 hours to drill into that wall, which is stone, by the way. Then throughout the rest of the night, they siphoned the cash up to the guys back on the roof through that one little shaft in the wall. Boom."
"Can we fit in there?" Scott asked.
"Yes, we can, but very, very barely. And they also patched the wall, obviously, so we're gonna need a drill of some kind. I'm thinking maybe a diamond bit-"
"Look, forget the drill." Derek said.
"Sorry?"
"If I go in first, how much space do I have?"
"What do you-What do you think you're gonna do, Derek? You gonnan punch through the wall?" Derek straightened up from the table and crossed his arms over his chest and smirked at Stiles.
"Yes, Stiles, I'm gonna punch through the wall."
"Okay, okay, big guy. Let's see it. Let's see that fist. Big, old fist. Make it, come on. Get it out there. Don't be scared. Big, bad wolf." Derek held up his fist and looked to his right at me with a look saying that he really wanted to punch Stiles in the face right now. I just smiled and shooked my head at him. "Yeah, look at that. Okay, see this?" Stiles held his palm in front of Derek's fist about three inches away from it. "That's maybe three inches of room to gather enough force to punch through solid co-" Stiles was cut off by Derek's fist slamming into Stiles palm causing him to retract him arm and cry out in pain.
"Derek!" I scolded him with a smile and he looked at me with an apolegetic look.
"Ah!" Stiles walked away from us to nurse his now bruised palm and pride. "He could do it."
"No, he couldn't." Derek, Scott and Stiles looked at me as Stiles whimpered in pain again. "One, I'm skinnier than him. I'll fit more easily in the shaft. Two, Alpha Females are stronger than Alpha Males on full moons. It's the full moon tonight just in case you forgot."
"I'm not going to argue with that."
"You really shouldn't. I'll get through the wall trust me. Derek will follow me down. Who's following him down?" Derek looked past Scott at Peter who was sitting on the spiral staircase observing the meeting.
"Don't look at me." Peter snapped. "I'm not up to fighting speed yet, and honestly, with Isaac out of comission, you're not looking at very good odds for yourself."
"So I'm supposed to just let them die?" Derek demanded.
"One of them is already dead."
"We don't know that."
"Do I have to remind you what we're up against here? A pack of alphas. All of them, killers. And if that's not enough to scare your testicles back into your stomach, try to remember that two of them combine bodies to form one giant alpha. I'm sure Erica and Boyd were sweet kids. They're gonna be missed."
"Could someone kill him again, please?" Stiles asked.
"I'll be happy to." I growled, glaring at Peter as my nails grew longer, clicking against the table.
"Derek, seriously?" Peter said.
"Lily." Derek's angelic voice was soft enough for me to allow my nails to grow shorter and I sighed in disappointment.
"Not worth the risk."
"What about you?"
"Yeah, I'll come if you want me to come-" Stiles was cut off but Derek's snap.
"Not you."
"Got it."
"I don't know about Erica." Scott said. "But if Boyd's still alive, we have to do something. We have to try."
"But?" Derek pressed on.
"Who's the other girl? The one locked in there with Boyd?"
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Derek, Scott and I circled around to the back of the bank, looking for the best way to climb to the top of the roof. Scott stopped and I looked over at him to see a look on his face saying that he didn't have faith in this mission.
"What?" I questioned him.
"There's just something I can't get out of my head." Scott said.
"The moon's rising, Scott." Derek snapped. "What is it?"
"Risk and reward." I groaned.
"Come on, Scott, it's bad enough I had to listen to Coach lecture about it. I really don't want to hear it from you either." I whined.
"Which means?" Derek pressed Scott for more information.
"We're not measuring the risk with enough information." Scott informed him. "We don't know enough."
"We know time's running out."
"Yeah, but think about it. They put the triskele on your door four months ago. What have they been doing all this time? Why wait until now?"
"We don't have the time to figure out every little detail."
"Okay, but what if this detail, the reason why they waited-what if it's the most important one?"
"Then we do nothing. And Boyd and Erica are dead. I know what I'm risking. My life for theirs." Derek got a running start before jumping on top of a dumpster and grabbing onto a bar grid on a window before leaping to cling onto a broken ladder from a fire escape. He stopped to look back down at Scott. "And I won't blame you if you don't follow me." Derek continued to climb up the side of the building the way a spider would. I involuntarily smiled as I watched him climb with ease and grace.
"My wolf spider." I sighed, my voice dripping with honey. I followed Derek's path with Scott right behind me. We joined Derek on the roof and walked over to the air shaft. Derek tore the grate off and I peered down the dark shaft. "It's kind of dark down there."
"You don't have to go down there first, Lily. I'll go." I let out a growl as I felt the moon beat down on my back. The energy from it just felt so real and it made me feel powerful.
"She's not going to go out of control is she?" Scott questioned Derek.
"I'm able to control myself. It's just the power from the moon is overwhelming. If I let myself go too far, then yes, I will lose control." I looked up at Derek and cupped his cheek in my right hand. "I got this, Dare." I placed my legs in first and pushed myself off sliding down the metal wall until my legs hit sudden ground. I felt for the wall in front of me and found it actually three inches in front of me, just like Stiles said. I clenched my fists and closed my eyes, my heart rate racing, feeling the moon's energy mixing with my own. I felt my muscles grow with blood coursing through them, feeling the strength growing inside. I clenched my fist tighter and let out a low growl as I slammed my fist into the wall in front of me. I let out another growl as I punched the wall again, my canines sharpening. I broke my fist through the stone wall and tumbled out through the hole and onto the stone floor of the bank next to the vaul door. Rocks tumbled after me as Derek fell down behind me and Scott after him.
"Boyd?" A growl sounded in the darkness from the far left corner. A dark figure began to walk towards, his claws gleaming in what little light there was in the vault. "Boyd?" He growled again, continuing his walk towards us. "It's me. It's Derek. And Calla." I heard Scott's phone vibrate in his pocket and he pulled it out to answer it.
"Stiles, now is really not the best time." Scott snapped and he was quiet for a second as he listened to Stiles. "What does that mean?"
"We're here to get you out." I said softly, my red eyes glowing in the darkness. "Okay?"
"Derek, Calla, we got a problem. A really big problem." Boyd growled louder as he took an attacking stance. A female figure appeared to the left of Boyd. Derek's face grew blank and pale as he looked more closely at the girl.
"Cora?" He breathed. I looked at him questioningly as his eyes never left the girl's face.
"Who?" I asked.
"Cora?"
"Derek, get out." The female said, her tone sounding like she was fighting back a growl. "Get out now!" The door to the vault opened and another female figure appeared. It was Ms. Morrell, the guidance counselor from our school. She bent down and sprinkled black powder on the ground and that's when I notice the line of powder around the entire room. Mountain Ash.
"No!" Scott yelled. "No! Wait!" Scott ran towards the exit but Cora and Boyd roared, neon yellow eyes glowing, canines gleaming in the moonlight. Cora leapt at me and I sidestepped her and raked my claws across her face, feeling the satisfcation of flesh tearing beneath my nails. I let out an angry roar as she quickly turned with agility and punched me in the face. The force from this omega was stronger than I anticipated which what made me angry. I wasn't expecting it. She grabbed me by the throat and tossed me across the room, my back slamming against a wall. I coughed and gasped as I fell to the floor but I scrambled to my feet and charged back at her, kicking my leg up, kicking her in the chest and slamming her back against the back wall. She ran back at me, arms flailing around to rake her claws against my skin but I dodged each strike with ease. I kicked her back again.
"You know her?" I questioned Derek, panting for breath.
"She's my sister, my younger sister." Derek answered hastily, almost like he couldn't believe it himself.
"What the hell is she doing here?"
"Like I have a clue. I thought she was dead!" I opened my mouth to speak but the air left my lungs as Cora headbutted me in the side and Boyd charged at Derek and Scott. I roared in rage and grabbed Cora by the hair to slam my free fist up under her jaw, knocking her back. She kicked my legs making me fall to the ground and she was on me in an instant. Both of her hands wrapped around my throat and I had my hands on her shoulders trying to push her off of me. Derek wrapped his arms around her waist to try to pull her off of me but she fought back, determined to kill me. "No!" I looked towards to the door to see Allison bending down to the Mountain Ash about to break the seal. "Don't break the seal!" She looked to the other side of the room and I looked too to see Boyd's claws in Scott's stomach, holding him in the air. Allison gave Derek one last glare before focusing her attention back to Boyd.
"Boyd!" She yelled. Boyd dropped Scott and turned his attention to Allison just as she broke the seal. As soon as Cora saw the seal broken, she pushed Derek off of her and got off of me to race out of the vault with Boyd behind her. Derek growled and stalked towards Allison, grabbing her by the arm.
"Don't touch her!" Scott ordered, stumbling out of the vault. I got out of the vault before him and I pryed Allison and Derek away from each other.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Derek roared.
"That I had to do something." Allison retorted.
"She saved our lives." Scott reminded him.
"Yeah, and what do you think they're gonna do out there?" Derek guilt tripped him. "Do you have any idea what we just set free?"
"You want to blame me?" Allison questioned him. "Well, I am not the one turning teenagers into killers."
"No. No, that's just the rest of your family."
"I made mistakes. Gerard is not my fault."
"And what about your mother?"
"What do you mean?"
"Tell her, Scott."
"What does he mean, Scott?" Scott looked down at his feet, not wanting to answer her. "What does he mean?
