"This just keeps getting better and better," June grumbled and rubbed her eyes. "If there's been supernatural killings, why haven't we heard about it? I thought that was our thing." Everyone in the locker room grew silent, and Emmy studied each of the faces surrounding her. Scott's most prominent feature were his dark but kind eyes, it was a pair of eyes that would make anyone feel safe, and they were trustworthy but underneath the kindness there was something that seemed like a warning – that if he was pushed hard enough, he could turn vicious but never intentionally. Scott's strong jawline was slightly crooked on one side, it made him look a bit like a lost puppy, though a very adorable one when he smiled. The way Lydia carried herself ebbed intelligence, and Emmy didn't doubt a good set of brains hid behind the lush red hair, and beautiful green eyes. Trying to outsmart Lydia would be nearly impossible, Emmy reckoned, and she would rather not try but she was the person, Emmy would go to if she ever needed help with a riddle, maths homework, or just general life advice – she seemed to have been through hell but somehow still managed to come out on top. The outline of muscles on June's arms told Emmy that she worked out, probably boxing or something along those lines. Everything about June seemed to say that she did not care what people thought of her and that she was not to be messed with because she would fight back, and her opponent would regret it. Where Lydia's appearance ebbed elegance and intelligence, June ebbed intelligence and arrogance but Emmy didn't doubt that she was loyal to her friends and fiercely protective of those she held close. Stiles was harder to read. He was closed off, and undoubtedly used sarcasm to mask his fear and other feelings that he'd rather not have. His eyes had a hint of darkness to them that Emmy found off-putting – it made whatever that lived inside her wake up, and it yearned to tear him apart.

"Nothing pointed towards the supernatural," Stiles said interrupting Emmy's chain of thought. "There's been five murders over the last month but they didn't have any supernatural elements so my dad and I agreed that it was probably animal attacks. The victims have nothing in common." Emmy's head started spinning again but not like the panic attack she'd had less than five minutes ago, this was a different kind of spinning. She put her head between her legs to help her breathing, and to keep her from imminent projectile vomiting. A phone pinged, and Emmy could practically feel Scott tense up despite the fact that he was standing at least a foot away from her.

"Devenford arrived," he said with a slight uneasiness to his voice. "Liam is talking to them." Emmy lifted her head and caught the look that Scott and Stiles shared – whoever Liam was, the fact that he was talking to the prep school students wasn't a good thing and before Emmy knew it, Stiles and Scott ran out of locker room with June tagging Emmy along. Lydia was left behind. They stopped outside near the school parking lot where Devenford Prep students were filing out of a big bus that clearly screamed better funding than their public school.

"This is not good," June mumbled only loud enough for Emmy to hear. A boy with sandy brown hair was talking to Devenford boy who was at least a foot taller than him and impossibly attractive, almost as if someone had crafted him on a computer and made him into a real boy in complete Pinocchio style – Emmy wondered if his nose would grow if he told a lie. She couldn't hear their conversation but from the tension in the shorter boy's shoulders, his clenched fists, and the way Pinocchio's grin was laced with bitter taunt, let Emmy know that the situation could very quickly go awry. When she noticed the blood drip from the boy she assumed was Liam's fists, Scott and Stiles stumbled through the crowd that had gathered to get him out of there Stiles talked to the prep students while Scott tried to calm Liam down. June slapped her palm on her forehead in what Emmy could only interpret as exasperation.

"What's going on?" Emmy asked carefully. Before June could answer, Stiles, Scott, and Liam swept passed them in a swift motion towards the boys' locker room. The crowd dispersed and Emmy was left with June in the quad next to the school parking lot, June linked their arms together and headed inside for their first classes.

"Wolf boy has anger issues," June said as they approached her locker. Emmy must've looked perplexed because June elaborated. "Liam has anger issues, and when he was bitten and then turned into a werewolf, that anger was enhanced. His first full moon was a fucking nightmare."

"So it's all true?" June furrowed her brows at her.

"What?"

"The legends, and myths, and ancient folklore. It's all true?" June shrugged.

"Werewolves, kitsunes, banshees, werecoyotes, wendigoes, kanimas, and apparently also Berserkers whatever that is. I don't know about vampires though, haven't met one yet but in this town? Anything's possible." Emmy nodded. She knew that she was taking the news of the existence of supernatural creatures a bit too calmly, but nothing about June's words set off her lie detector alarms so Emmy believed her.

"Do you have a copy of the dead pool?" June reached into the pocket of her jeans, and handed Emmy a folded piece of paper. She unfolded it and saw that June had crossed out some of the names on the list – Emmy got the chilling sensation that those names were people who had already been killed. June sighed.

"Look," she began. "We'll find who's responsible but until then, try not to worry about it too much. Do normal things." It took everything in Emmy's power not to yell at her but she kept her breathing even, and forced her urge to scream to stay at bay.

"I'm going to the lacrosse game tonight," she stated. June's hand went still on the locker door, and the color left her face, leaving her pale. A short couple of second later, she breathed out and slammed her locker shut.

"I was supposed to help Lydia figure out the next cipher key but I'm sure Malia can do that," she said clearly a bit on edge. "I'll go with you." Emmy smiled. If her father could see his daughter now, he would be proud of the effort she was making to be friendly, and that didn't turn down an invitation to spend time with people her own age.

There were more people at the lacrosse game than Emmy had expected considering it was only a scrimmage. June had gotten there a bit early and managed to find them fairly decent seats, and seemed happy enough when she spotted Emmy at the bottom of the bleachers, and waved for her to come on up. She remembered the look on her father's face when she'd told him that she wasn't going by herself, and that she knew a few people on the team. His expression had been a mixture of genuine happiness and overwhelming relief – he'd wanted to go but since he didn't know the rules, he'd decided against and settled with dropping his daughter off. Emmy had tried to explain that it was similar to hockey but the sticks had nets, to which Grant Walsh had huffed Americans, accompanied with an eye roll in expert teenage style.

"Hey," June greeted as Emmy sat down next to her. "How many layers are you wearing?" Emmy looked down herself, and only then realized that she was sweating in her three jumpers, thick gloves, and knitted hat.

"I'm from Scotland," she explained. "It gets cold." June laughed but encouraged her to at least take off her coat, but just as she was about to, she realized that her outermost jumper was the one her grandmother had knitted with the enormous E on the front. She settled for unzipping her coat halfway, and then asked June to run through the players for her. Scott was captain, Stiles was a pathetic excuse for a player and was only on the field by association, Kira was new to the team and the only girl but her reflexes were sharp, Garrett was cocky but good.

"And that's Liam, right?" Emmy asked pointing to the boy with the sandy brown hair who was talking another boy. June nodded.

"He's a good kid but it's hard not to wonder if Scott made a mistake biting him," she said. Emmy was acutely aware that they probably should not be discussing the supernatural within hearing distance of anyone but June didn't seem to care.

"His anger makes him dangerous," Emmy noted. June nodded again. Rage and superpowers was never a good combination, and unless Liam could find something to keep him balanced, his adjustment period would be long and hard. Emmy scanned the players on the field in front of he. Devenford Prep in green and Beacon Hills High in red, were either chatting to each other or warming up but something was off. Emmy got the distinct feeling that something was going to happen and whatever it was, it wouldn't be good. A coldness froze her chest, and the blood in her veins sent chills through her entire body – flashes of someone being stabbed, someone struggling to breathe, barely alive. Before she could make sense of the flashes, she was running down the steps of the bleachers towards Liam Dunbar – they'd never spoken but in that moment, she didn't care. He turned around just in time to see her charging at him.

"Don't do it," she breathed, grasping his lacrosse jersey. "There's a murderer on that field and people could die. You could die." For a few painful seconds, he didn't say anything. His sharp blue eyes had widened, his expression laced with pure shock and confusion but despite it, Emmy could tell that his breathing had slowed. He hesitated a moment as he gained his composure back.

"I have to play," he said. He hesitated again but then raised his hand and stroked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. His touch set her whole body on fire making it impossible to breathe. Her heartbeat was more miles per hour than she'd ever experienced before. His hand fell back to his side, and Emmy finally let go of his jersey. For two people who had only met mere seconds ago, this interaction was too intimate but once the dread had settled in her lungs, she'd had no choice but to warn him. It would have made more sense to talk to Scott but the pull she felt to Liam was something else - impossible to resist. Inexplicable.

"Just…" she halted, unsure if she should say what was on her mind. "I can't tell you how I know but there's a killer on one of the teams, so just look out for yourself." She squeezed Liam's arm, and turned around to head to the packed bleachers before he could answer. As she found her way back to June, her heartbeat set back into a normal rhythm. She sat down with a loud thump, and a sigh to match it.

"You okay?" June asked. Emmy nodded.

"Yeah," she mumbled, and then turned to June after a minute or so. "I don't know. Someone's going to get hurt, I can feel it." June furrowed her brows at Emmy; concern laced in her deep brown eyes but she didn't say anything. June took out her phone, and opened up a new message to text Scott. Emmy didn't mean to read it but she couldn't help herself. June typed out words that would pain Emmy in the next weeks to come.

"Could Emmy be a banshee," it'd said. The game began before Emmy could ask any questions.

"What the hell happened out there?" June asked as she dragged Emmy down to the field where Scott, Kira, and Liam were talking, all of them seemed on edge. A student from the Devenford team had just been carried off the field because of an injury.

"Garrett missed," Scott said. "He went for Liam but he's okay."

"But what are you going to do?" Kira asked, looking at Scott.

"I don't know," he said. "Something's not right, we're missing something."

"Aren't we always?" June asked, sarcasm evident in her voice. She rolled her eyes so far back, Emmy wondered if she was in pain.

"Guys!" Stiles yelled, and came up to them from behind. He explained that Lydia had broken another third of the list, and had assured Liam that he wasn't on it but Emmy could tell that there was a silent yet at the end of that sentence.

"Scott, wait!" Stiles yelled before his best friend disappeared entirely as he ran off to save Brett Talbot. "Brett wasn't the only name on the list that stood out." Emmy could practically feel the anxiety seeping out of him.

"Who else?" Scott's tone was urgent and impatient – Emmy could only imagine how hard it was to stay behind when every instinct in the alphas body told him to save as many lives as possible, and all this conversation did, was slow him down. Stiles' eyes lingered on June for a moment before he looked back at Scott, his phone being fidgeted with to keep his hands busy.

"June Delaney." Emmy felt June's body going stiff beside her. "And she's worth three million."

"We'll talk about it later," Scott yelled before he ran off to help Brett, and Emmy desperately hoped that he was still alive. June came alive again, and raced forward only to grab the phone out of Stiles' hand to look at the picture of the list Lydia had sent him.

"I'm human," she mumbled. "Why the fuck am I on this list when I'm human?"

A/N: Not my favorite chapter but alas, we can't always love what we write, right? Either way, I hope you enjoy it! Please feel free to leave reviews so I know what you think of it. Do you have any theories as to why June is on the list? And do you think Emmy is a banshee or something else? Let me know! Remember you can find me on tumblr ( stydiaokaybye) where I post about my OCs and their stories (including sneak peeks).