"Don't make this difficult for me, Kalel." Deucalion was pacing in front of me. "I really don't want to have to hurt you. After all it seems like such a wasted effort; going through all of this just to have me end you on the spot."

I stood glued in place. There was nothing I could do. I had only turned, what? Three months ago? How was a three month old werewolf going to face against the demon wolf? Not very well.

My shoulders slumped. My heart was heavy with the weight of knowing that he was right, I didn't have a choice. And then there was a loud banging noise far off in the house. Deucalion, who I was now slowly realizing had grown a bit of fur and redness to his eyes, snapped his head and snarled in that direction. I looked up too, my eyebrows raising.

When it happened the second time, it was far more dramatic. It was louder, and it sounded like snapping wood. There was a bellowing growl.

In an instant, I saw a flash of someone who I couldn't tell was Aiden or Ethan, fly backwards past the doorframe and then there was a thud of them hitting floor. Scott appeared in the doorway, shoulders hunched and wolfed out. I stood there, completely struck with surprise.

He let out a growl at Deucalion, who only started progressing in his wolf transformation… And then there was the flash of Isaac as he bounded down the hall behind Scott, obviously going after whoever had been thrown down the hall.

I couldn't believe they found me. But before I could blink, Scott and Deucalion were going at one another, making their way across the room. Deucalion made a strike at Scott, throwing him against the bookshelf. I cringed, panicked as to what I could do, before I heard a voice yell my name.

"Kalel!"

I looked back at the door. There was Stiles.

Using both his hands he threw them out in front of him and then over his head, ushering me over. I darted across the room, right before Deucalion and Scott tumbled in their fight to the opposite side of the carpet.

"You alright?" he asked, giving me a quick look up and down.

"Fine." I said, breathing heavily.

"Come on, let's get out of here-"

It was like as if on cue, right as the both of us turned, there was Ethan, fully wolfed out at the end of the hall that we needed to go down in order to leave.

"Oh. And then that happened." Stiles muttered under his breath.

"Ethan, don't." I pleaded. "Don't make me fight you." I could hear what sounded like more furniture breaking and bodies being thrown against the wall from behind me.

Ethan snarled before letting out a growl in response. That told me all I needed to know.

Stepping out in front of Stiles, I let myself turn, feeling the golden glow in my eyes and my teeth sharpening. Stiles didn't hesitate to put his back to the wall.

I ran towards Ethan and, anticipating that he would make a swipe for me, ducked and ran full force into his legs, which although mine were long for a girl, were significantly longer than mine regardless of werewolf or not.

He stumbled but as I made my way past him, I felt his hands grip my shoulder hard and he spun me, throwing me to the floor. When he had me pinned, he snarled from where he was above me. My eyebrows knotted together and I put both my feet on his chest and put all my strength into getting him off me. He released the grip on my shoulder enough for me to backwards tumble myself free. With one knee on the ground and one bent, I looked back at him, fully expecting him to make another lunge at me.

Instead, Ethan stood there, breathing slightly heavier than normal and eyes searching around my face. It took me until now to realize that I was no longer in my wolf form. Sure, the twins both lied to me. But they were only doing the same thing that I was doing, which was whatever Deucalion wanted. And yeah, unlike me they knew what they were doing and they were still lying to me. But whether I could deny it or not, they had watched out for me. Aiden was right, I knew they did care about me and after you lose everyone who does care about you, it's not like you can just forget something like that.

"Ethan." I pleaded one last time. "Please. Just let me go."

He didn't say anything. He made a small growling noise at the back of his throat before turning and darting down the hall in the direction of his brother.

I finally looked back to Stiles, who still looked mildly stunned, and said, "We have to get Isaac and Scott."

"They said they could handle it." Stiles shouted back to me just as another loud noise filled the house.

"Well I'm not leaving without them." And with that, I ran past the boy, back in the direction of everyone else. It seemed like he was having an argument with himself and he grumbled something under his breath before he darted down the hall behind me.

I didn't immediately see Isaac and Aiden, but something about the huge gaping hole in the wall lead me to believe that one of those noises we heard was one or the other being shoved through it.

I jumped through it and it seemed like I had gotten there just after Ethan had. He was next to Aiden, and I could see them across the room, starting to do whatever it was that made them become one single wolf.

Isaac's back was to me, standing there crouched like he was about to try and take them both.

"Isaac!" I yelled although he was close.

He spun around, gold eyes gleaming back at me. His expression immediately fell from being angry. His eyes flicked over to Stiles who threw his hands up and yelled, "She wouldn't leave, what do you want me to do!"

"Come on!" I yelled anyways, knowing that there was only seconds before I knew the twins would turn. Isaac spun back to look at them, and then turned back and bolted out of there to where we were.

I stopped when we reached the door to Deucalion's room, sending Stiles practically crashing into my back. I knew what I was about to do before I did it, and I reached my hand inside the doorframe and around, far enough to grab at the spot where I knew Deucalion's walking stick would be. Isaac, now human again, watched as I pulled the cap from it, exposing the sharp pointed end. In a hurried motion, I looked up and using what limited time I had to aim at the brawl going on before me, I hurled it like a spear into the room.

I think that was the first time I've ever been lucky in my life. It hit Deucalion directly in-between the shoulder blades. He stopped what he was doing and stood up straighter. Slowly, he turned around to the three of us, glaring in his wolf form. It was obvious that you didn't need to be anyone special to tell he was no ordinary wolf. I hadn't seen him like this before now.

It was like I breathed and Scott was shoving me backwards, throwing the door shut behind him. What I had done had given him just enough time to get up and make his exit. We were all sprinting down the hallway and out the open door, my heart feeling the entire time like it was about to burst out of my ribs.

When all of us jumped into the Jeep I recognized from my first day at Beacon Hills the boys had driven over, my mind was racing with a million and one things.

"There's no way that door is holding Deucalion back." Stiles said, pealing out way above the speed limit.

"It's not," Scott replied from the passenger seat. "He's only letting us go because he wants to."

"Why would he do that?" Stiles asked all too-quickly.

"Because you know." I interrupted in-between my heavy breathing. "Because now you know everything and he knows it's going to be worse for me if I go with you than if I stay."

"We don't know everything," Scott said in a voice I would expect an adult to use if they were scolding a child. "Not yet. But you're going to tell us."

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Yeah." I said. "I know."

Beside me, Isaac was sitting on the complete opposite side of the backseat. I looked over to him, only seeing the back of his head. He was staring out the window, completely ignoring the fact that I was in the car at all. He didn't say one word. My stomach plummeted.

It's not like I hadn't expected him to be pissed at me, I was pissed at me; but seeing him sit there and grit his jaw like any second he would explode on the girl who had lied to him this entire time, who he had told his past to, and who he had still ended up going back for, that only made it hurt that much worse. I knew right now there was nothing I could say to help my case, but I did let myself say one thing.

"Thank you." I uttered as the car bumped along the road. No one said anything.

Stiles had driven us to Derek's. When everyone else got out of the car and slammed the doors, I stayed sitting there, fearing that if I moved I would burst out into tears and turn into the ocean. My door clicked and instead of Scott or Isaac, Stiles was there, holding it open with an outstretched arm. I turned back and looked out the windshield. The other two were silently making their way to the front door. I looked back at Stiles and I knew I had tears in my eyes.

He avoided looking me directly in the eyes and sniffed for no real reason other than to break the silence, running his fingers through his hair.

"Come on." He said, eyes on the ground.

"Stiles, I can't." I said pathetically.

"You have to." He said. "Just tell them what happened."

"They're not going to forgive me." I choked out.

He finally looked back up at me and spinning his head around in a tiny circle, he reached out a hand up towards me and said, "Yeah well you can try, right?"

I took his hand and jumped down from the jeep.

"I didn't mean to hurt anyone." I said before I started following him towards the loft.

"Don't tell me that." He said. "Tell Isaac that."