A/N :: Okay guys, so I finally got done with the struggle that is college! I now have the rest of the month along with December and partially a bit of January to get out hopefully several more chapters. With my absence, I have had time to think on where I want this story to go, and I must say that I'm excited! I'm also thinking about trying a Twilight fanfic… so there is that if anyone is interested. Before we jump into this long belated chapter, I would like to thank Child-of-Strength for the reviews! They gave me inspiration to push through my finals and get to writing!

"What the hell is this?" Liam all but snarled, his arm pulling out of Nokomis' grasp so that he could wrap it around her shoulders. Noko tried hard not to wince and jerk away from him, his grip threatening to leave bruises behind where his fingers dug into the leather of her jacket. Maybe I should have rethought this whole, 'play innocent card'.

Hoping Scott would hurry the heck up with whatever it was he planned on saying, she widened her eyes to express her pleading thoughts. He caught her gaze, but only held contact for a moment before stepping forward to address Liam. Finding that his attempt of reassurance (or whatever one might call that) lacked in effect, Nokomis fought to maintain her composure. Surely they wouldn't have thrown her into this mess if there was an actual threat of real danger…

"Think of it as an intervention. You have a problem, Liam." I am so dead. "And we're the only ones that can help." So very, very dead.

There was a terribly awkward pause that passed after Stiles and Scott had said what Nokomis thought to be their 'opener'. With her heart hitching in her chest as the silence dragged on, she began to think that this 'opener' wasn't just an opener, but in fact the whole entire attempt at explaining things. It was more than a little difficult to refrain from showing relief when Scott finally jumped into all the details. If he hadn't eventually, Nokomis was sure that Liam would probably explode from all of the tension that had generated since they'd first set foot in the house. The pain that shot through her arm providing as evidence to such worrisome thoughts.

All things considering, Liam had taken what Scott had said to him rather well and in just about the same way that Noko had. He even conducted his own sort of roll call as she had done, the only difference being that everyone was here to claim their supernatural differences.

"Werewolf." Liam stated, his free arm (that wasn't cutting off circulation to Nokomis' left) raised to point at Scott who only nodded in response. "Werecoyote." He said as he turned to Malia who also gave a little nod. "Banshee." Liam continued moving down the line, naming off Kira and questioning Stiles about what he was and what he now currently is.

There was no doubt that at any moment something bad could happen and everything would simultaneously blow up in flames, but for right Nokomis was content on thinking that everything would be just find. She even went as far as to sing that little Jamaican song in her head by Bob Marley. She tried to block out numbness in her arm, as she did so, but the pain could not be masked – no matter how hard she bit into her lower lip and tightened her hands into balled up fist. She knew Liam meant no harm, he was only trying to protect her (at least she hoped that was what he was doing)… even so there was a part of her that not only feared the wolf that was fighting to come out within him, but the blue eyed boy himself.

"Well, now that that's taken care of," Stiles and his big grinning self said as he stepped away from the others and strode towards Nokomis and Liam. "Allow me to introduce someone to you." Noko wanted to bury her face in her hands. Or slam my head into a wall, at least then I'd be unconscious. "Nokomis here is actually one of us too." Tentatively, he grabbed hold of Nokomis by her numb arm and attempted to remove her from Liam's hold. A growl vibrated from the newly turned werewolf's chest, but he released her without much of a fight. His face and eyes most prominently showing confusion as Nokomis fell into Stiles, thankful that her arm was fully intact.

For now she didn't care that Stiles had abandoned their original plan to reveal that she was a kitsune in the same way that they'd informed Liam that he was a werewolf so as not to put a strain on her and Liam's 'budding' relationship, instead she was fully satisfied with the fact that feeling was coming back to her fingers. She have to both thank Stiles, and give him a good smack to the back of his head later.

"What is she?" Liam asked, his voice stained. Nokomis would no doubt have some gravelling to do later.

Deciding it'd be better if the words came from her instead of Stiles, Noko cleared her throat – trying to push back the panged tears that threated to fall from the corners of her eyes. Now that blood was flowing in her arm again, the place she suspected to be blue and black when she looked at it in the mirror after while was hurting something awful. "I'm a kitsune. K-k-kind of like Kira, only I'm undefined and she's more electricity based."

"How long have you known?" His words were gowned out, slow and harsh. They stung, but Nokomis had to buck up and put on a brave face. She was no weakling, mind or body. Okay, maybe body… but that's only because he was a werewolf with super wolf strength.

"Since the day after we were attacked at the hospital."

Unlike she had expected of him, Liam just simply stared. His eyes expressing how hurt and betrayed he was now surely feeling. No matter how much she wished she could take the words back, Nokomis could not change what had happened and what he now knew. They had both been shoved into a world that neither wanted to be a part of, but unfortunately there was nothing that could be done to alter the course of fate. You know, if you believe in that sort of thing.

When finally the feeling of guilt had dug it's greedy claws into her heart deep enough, Nokomis forced herself to look away from Liam. There wasn't anything for her to feel guilty about, they were all just trying to help him… he just needed to hurry up and figure that out before he caused more damage than necessary.

"Are those for me?" Noko could still feel his eyes boring into her, but she knew what he was referring to. There were some restraints over on the table, though they weren't for him exactly, Nokomis wonder just how Scott planned to keep Liam at bay tonight.

"No," Malia said (speaking for the first time tonight) as she stepped forward, "They're for me."

There was a commotion, but Nokomis didn't want to chance another look at Liam. She couldn't handle his disappointment with her.

"How'd you do that?" He barked out in question, but the nervousness in his voice prevented him from sounding demanding.

"You'll learn." Bout time Scott said something. "But first we have to get you through the first full moon."

"The moon's already out." Liam retorted, Nokomis could almost feel the venom in his words. He was obviously no longer worried about her and the way she'd caused him to feel, but instead angry and full of resentment.

"And your starting to feel something, aren't you?" Scott responded, not in the least bit deterred by the way that Liam had snapped at him.

"I feel like I'm surrounded by a bunch of psychotic nut jobs." Oh great, I'm a psychotic nut job. "You guys are out of your freaking minds." He was yelling now, loudly and without restraint. "I don't know how you did that eye thing and I don't care! I'm walking out that door right now! If any of you try to stop me, I swear to God, I'm going to–" He was suddenly halted in his ranting, his hands shooting up to his ears.

Nokomis, who had forced herself to move her down casted eyes back up so that she could figure out what had caused him to stop all his shouting, had to refrain from rushing to his side in order to comfort him. There was a part of her that wanted to be mad at him for over reacting in such a way, but at the same time another part of her earned to hear his voice again – even if that meant his words were enrage, and right now that part of her was fighting to get over to him so that she could sooth whatever was making him jerk around as if he were being prodded and jabbed at from every angle.

"What's wrong," Scott asked while he moved even closer, his brow furrowed in concern, "Liam?"

"You don't hear that?" Liam groaned, frustrated and panged.

Nokomis watched as Scott closed his eyes while he listened, but his attempts where wasted when light suddenly flooded through the windows. The source, several cars and trucks.

"Did you tell anyone about this?" Lydia was pointing an accusing finger back and forth between Noko and Liam, but Nokomis couldn't even begin to bring herself to answer.

"Mason, he was standing there when she asked me." Liam had to strain in order to get all the words out, once he had he just simply collapsed onto the floor – no longer able to keep himself upright.

Nokomis' stomach dropped, and there was no longer an opposing side to her argue that she should stay right where she was… so, like an idiot so rushed to his side.

"Wh-who did Mason invite?" Nokomis could barely hear Stiles stammer out, her mind focusing on Liam as he scratched at the wooden floors beneath him with extended nails that now looked much more like claws than anything else.

"Everyone." She wasn't exactly sure who'd said that, but it had served its purpose in proving the worst possible thing that could happen tonight… had most certainly happened.