Authors Note: Hey everyone! I'm so sorry for taking so long to post this, it was the end of the school year, and I got super busy with finals. Then I had vacation! So anyway, I'm back. I tried to make this chapter longer (it didn't work too well) but I will continue to try. As always, please review! I love constructive criticism. But please, no flames.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf or the characters (I just wish I did!).

Chapter 3

1st POV

The night was dark, lit only by the light of the full moon, but even that had clouds covering it. The water was dark and murky, the tree branches like claws reaching to grasp the wind. All of it lending to the creepy atmosphere. Shivering, I pulled my coat tighter around myself, and, not for the first time, wondered why I was out here. Feeling the dock creak beneath my feet, I was reminded yet again how unstable the old wood was. -too late to get it right- Crouching down by the end of the dock I leaned down, pushing my hair out of my face. There was something beneath the surface, watching me. I was sure of it. Leaning farther over I slowly dipped my hand into the water. -too late to get it right- It was stupid, I knew that. Finally realizing that nothing was there, I withdrew my hand, and began to walk away. I should have looked back. If I had, I would have seen a grotesque face peering out of the water, smiling its too wide and too pointy smile.

-when all I find are villains and zeros where are the heroes- Rolling over I hit the alarm clock going off. Pulling myself up and out of bed, I shuffled over to the mirror in my vanity. It had been broken before, but Jackson had repaired it. Smiling I began to get ready.

3rd POV

"Lydia. Lydia!"

"Hm?! Sorry, I wasn't paying attention. What is it you want?" Lydia turned to look at Cyra.

"I wanted to know if you would like to study with me again." Cyra asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, sure. I already had a session planned with Stiles and Allison, so do you just want to come over to my house?"

"That sounds great, so, see you at 5 o' clock? Oh, and, what's your address?" Upon hearing the address, Cyra wrote it down on her hand and walked away. As she did so, Stiles came up.

"By the way, Cyra is coming over to study."

"Sweet, we can ask her questions. You know, 'bout her ridiculously sized fish tank." Lydia looked at him and rolled her eyes. "That was the plan when I agreed, you know."

Stiles opened his mouth then closed it; sighing, he walked with Lydia to class. An hour and a half later the bell rang, signaling that it was time for lunch. When Stiles and Lydia got to their table, they were surprised to see that only Boyd and Erica were there.

"Where did everyone else go?" Stiles asked, surprised.

"Well," Boyd stared. "Cyra got here then got a text, and said she had to leave, Allison and Scott needed some, quote un-quote "alone time," Isaac was bit and he has a fever, and Jackson just hasn't appeared."

"Wait, did you say fever? He's a werewolf, I thought they couldn't get sick." Stiles said, looking perplexed.

"Normally we can't, but apparently he was swimming and some sorta special water snake got him. I don't know the details, really." Boyd replied.

"I guess it's just us then." Lydia said, sitting down.

It was 5 o'clock and Cyra had just pulled up to Lydia's driveway. Parking next to Stiles's jeep, Cyra put the kickstand down and grabbed her backpack from the basket. Walking up to the door, she rang the doorbell. Lydia opened the door and pulled her inside. Up they went to her room, and entering it, Cyra found that both Stiles and Allison were already there.

"Hey everyone." Cyra smiled and sat on the floor, setting her backpack down and pulling out her books.

"We were working on our world history assignment. The one about the myths." Lydia said, sitting back down.

"Oh, I still have to choose my myth. What are yours?" Cyra looked around the room.

"I'm doing mine on *Icarus and Daedalus." Stiles said.

"Mine isn't really on a specific myth, but on **Grindylows." Allison said.

Shivering, Cyra asked "Why would you ever want to do a project on those nasty little critters?"

"What do you mean?" Allison asked, just as Lydia said "You sound as if you know them personally."

"Really?" Cyra said. "I just know of them from things like Harry Potter, that's all. So what is your myth on, Lydia?"

"***Yggdrasil." When Cyra raised an eyebrow, she elaborated. "You know, the Norse Tree of Life?"

"Oh, ok. I understand."

The studying and project making went smoothly, the only interruption being when Lydia's mother brought them snacks. It was about an hour and a half in when the questions began. First it started out innocent, such as things like "what do you like to eat?" (prompted by Lydia's mother bringing in food), but they gradually increased, until . . .

"So when I was looking for the bathroom, I couldn't help but notice that you have a gigantic tank with no fish in sight? What's that about?" Allison asked, edging closer to Cyra.

"Oh, that's left over from the last owner of the house. I was going to get fish, but the water is salt, and salt water fish are pretty expensive, unfortunately."

Allison nodded in understanding.

"Wait so did you guys hear about the "suicide"?" Stiles made quotation marks with his fingers.

"Yep." Everyone chorused.

"Nasty business." Cyra shuddered.

"What, don't you have murder where you come from?" Stiles cocked his head to the side.

"Um, no, not really. We're a pretty small Kin- community." Cyra finished quickly.

"I really hope it doesn't turn out like last year. That was just awful."

Lydia looked at Allison.

"What happened last year?"

"Just lots of bad things . . . you really don't want to know." Just as Allison finished, Stiles's phone beeped.

"Just got a text from Derek . . . shit, this doesn't sound good." Stiles looked up from his phone. "Isaac's condition grew worse, he's in the hospital. Derek wants us at the house." As they got up, Cyra stood too.

"Can I come? I hear you talk about Derek all the time." Cyra asked, starting to pick up her bag.

"No, sorry, this is pack business-"

"Pack? What do you mean pack?" Cyra questioned. Stiles, Lydia and Allison looked at each other.

"It's really none of your business, sorry." Allison looked apologetic, and began walking out the door. Everyone filed after her, and headed to their respective vehicles. As they pulled out Cyra got on her bike. Seeing as they were going in the opposite direction as her, she began to peddle away. As she did so, an idea struck her. Smiling to herself, she turned her bike around, and began to follow Stiles's jeep.

AN: Thanks for reading! Please review if you have time, I would love it.

*Icarus and Daedalus: In this Greek myth, the architect Daedalus was commissioned by the king of Crete to create a labyrinth to hold the Minotaur. The king found out that Daedalus had told his daughter how to beat the labyrinth, so in punishment he locked both Daedalus and Icarus (Daedalus' son) in it. Daedalus and Icarus escaped on wax wings built by Daedalus. He (Icarus) was warned not to fly to close to the sun. But he did, and his wings melted and he fall to the earth.

**Grindylows: A fictional character that dwells in bodies of water, and are said to pull small children under. They were commonly used to frighten kids away from water. They also appear in Harry Potter.

***Yggdrasil: In the middle of Asgard, where the gods lived, was Yggdrasil. Yggdrasil was the tree of life. It was an eternal green Ash tree; its branches stretched out over all of the nine worlds, and extended up and above the heavens. Yggdrasil was carried by three enormous roots.