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Sorry about the delayed update. The Server seemed to be down. Also this one is a bit shorter due to the Holidays and things. Enjoy!

The next day at school after all the parent-teacher conference craziness, Stiles was refusing to speak to either Scott or Kinley. He said if they wanted to talk to him, they should have answered one of his many concerned phone calls yesterday. In world history both Scott and Kinley tried to get him to talk to them. However, he was being stubborn and giving them nothing. The boy could really hold a grudge, apparently.

"C'mon, Stiles I said I was sorry. Please say something." Kinley pleaded with the boy.

He still said nothing and just sat slumped in his seat with his arms crossed. It was at that point Scott walked. He gave Stiles a head nod that Stiles did not reciprocate. It looked like Scott was doing as well as Kinley. Scott looked at her for help, but she shrugged, not knowing how to get Stiles to talk to them.

"Still not talking to me?" Scott asked. Stiles didn't even move.

"Can you at least tell us if you Dad is okay?" Kinley asked. Stiles slightly shifted but still said nothing.

"It was just a bruise right? Some soft tissue damage? Nothing that big" Scott added. "You know I feel really bad about it, right?"

Kinley could hear the guilt in his voice. Kinley felt guilty too. They each should have not done what they did yesterday. But it was too late to dwell on that, and now they had to deal with the consequences.

"What if I told you that I'm trying to figure this whole thing out, and that I went to Derek for help?" Scott told him. This at least got Stiles to give some kind of reaction. He was now really pissed at Scott and not just indifferent. Stiles face contorted, trying to fight showing any anger.

"You asked Derek for help?" Kinley asked. "Why!?"

"And where were you yesterday?" Scott inquired and Kinley could tell he knew the answer.

"How do you-?" Kinley began to say, but then cut herself off. She knew Derek told him. "Fine. So you went to Derek..." She started. "And?"

Before Scott could respond Stiles spoke. "If I was talking to you, either of you, I'd say that you're an idiot for trusting him." He told Scott and then turned to Kinley. "And I would ask where the hell were you, Kinley. It seems like Scott gets to know, but why would I get to know?" He paused. "But obviously I'm not talking to either of you." Stiles then turned back around in his chair and went back to his ignoring them posture.

Scott and Kinley looked at each other for other ideas to get Stiles to talk. At first, it seemed like neither of them had anything else to try and coax Stiles out of his silence. Scott however got a look in his eye and then asked Kinley a question. "So did you have fun with Kate yesterday?" Scott whispered.

"You were with-" Stiles started, but stopped and continued ignoring them.

Kinley picked up on what Scott was trying to do. Stiles couldn't fight his inquisitive nature forever and Scott was trying to dangle enough information in front of Stiles to make him have to talk to them about it. Kinley had to admit it was a good plan and really showed how well Scott knew Stiles.

"Look whatever Derek said, that's not what it was. I know it looked bad, but I wasn't going to let her hurt Derek." She told him.

"He said you just stood there when she pulled the gun." Scott replied.

"What was I supposed to? Besides, Derek has been lying too. He has no idea who the alpha is." Kinley argued.

"I know that, and if you didn't go running off to your little hunter friends every time something happened, maybe you would have known that too." Scott retorted.

Kiney let out a frustrated sigh. "Well, if you would've just been in school yesterday, I could have talked to you instead of having to run all over town looking for you and ending up at the Argents with Kate. I still need them to trust me. I mean what would you have wanted me to do? Dive in front of Derek and then have her discover I was the one who saved him before with your help? We' all be dead then." Kinley replied.

"Fine, whatever. Explain it to Derek. Truthfully, I'm not sure who to trust, but Derek said he plans to help me control everything so we can find and kill the alpha ourselves. I at least know he's not planning to kill me any time soon. I can't say the same about Kate Argent."

"True." Kinley agreed.

Stile then turned around and looked at both of them. "Okay, both of you are explaining everything now."

Scott and Kinley both smiled. Their planned worked even though it kind of made them a little bit more angry with each other in the process. However, Kinley didn't care about that and she guessed Scott didn't either. Stiles was talking to them and that mattered more.

Luckily that day in class, they were assigned a group project to work on. The three of them teamed up and used the time to fill Stiles in on what had happened yesterday and last night. Kinley told him all about Kate and how she ended up at Derek's. Scott even lightened up toward her after she explained. Scott then told Stiles all about his night and Derek's planned training. The bell rang, signally class was over, and they continued their discussion in the hall.

"He wants you to tap into your animal side and get angry?" Stiles asked. Scott nodded. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but every time you do that, you try to kill someone, and that someone's usually me."

"I know." Scott replied sounding frustrated. "That's what he means when he says he doesn't know if he can teach me. I have to be able to control it."

"How does he plan on teaching you to do that?" Kinley inquired.

"I don't know. I don't think he does either." Scott replied. "You have any ideas?" He asked her.

"I've never trained anyone before. The wolves I've met were always too far out of control to fix. I wouldn't even know where to begin." Kinley replied.

"Okay. When are you seeing him again?" Stiles asked.

"He just told me not to talk about it. Just act normal and get through the day." Scott replied.

"When?" Stiles pressed and lightly hit Scott in the chest.

"He's picking me up at the animal clinic after work." Scott responded.

"After work. All right, well, that gives me to the end of the school day then."

"To do what?" Kinley asked and Scott looked just as confused as she did.

"To teach you myself." Stiles stated and then walked into his next class.

Scott and Kinley just stared at each other with concerned looks as Stiles walked away. How did Stiles, the human who only just discovered werewolves existed, going to teach Scott how to control his ability when a person born as a werewolf had no idea? Kinley feared this was going to be a bad day for Scott. She decided it might be best to let the boys handle this. She had some work of her own to do anyway.

It was her free period, so she headed off to the library to try and dig up some dirt on the Argent family. She had the picture of Allison's pendant in her head. It was a place to start. She didn't really have much to go on. Kinley opened up google and began searching for a crest, painting, anything with a similar wolf on it. The search was proving difficult since there were a lot of wolf stories. After a little while, she finally stumbled upon an old french folktale or what most people would think was a folk tale. The reason this story piqued her interest was because the photo that was attached to it looked eerily similar to Allison's new pendant.

The folk tale was La Bete de Gavaudan or The Beast of Gevaudan. The beast in the story was described as a large quadra-ped that stalked the Auvergne and South Dordogne areas of France during the late 1700s. The beast killed over 100 people and Church deemed it as a monster sent from the depths of hell. Some believed it was a kind of rare large wolf, but others believed it to be a powerful sorcerer that could turn itself into the horrifying creature. It even became so infamous that the King Louis the XV sent one of his best hunters to try and kill the creature. Eventually, the beast was slain by a renown hunter who claimed that his wife and four children were the first to be killed by the monster. The hunter's name was Argent.

This information was great, but she already knew they were a line of hunters and had killed many big wolves. She didn't realized the line went back that far, but this still didn't help her that much. She was really hoping to possibly find a connection to her family somehow. She knew the two families had connected at some point and she wanted to know when. She guessed the pendant wasn't going to give her the information she needed. She would have to dig further.

The Pendant did give her some new information thought and that was that Allison might be getting in on the family secret sooner than she thought. Kate must be giving her clues to their hunter past. So she can discover the secret on her own. Kinley was not sure if Allison knowing was a good or a bad thing. She was also worried about what lies or misinformation Kate might tell Allison to have her turn on Scott. However, either way Allison would find out about her family soon enough. Kinley just hoped that Allison and Scott would have a strong connection before Allison discovered this new world, or the consequences could be horrific.

Her free period was almost over and she would have to continue this research later. This place had sparked the need to know what happened to her parents and she wasn't sure if that spark would ever fade. It would probably only get worse. She hoped that something here would lead her to what she needed to know. She just hoped she found it before her family moved on once again.

The bell sounded and she headed off to lunch where Stiles grabbed her arm and pulled her down to the new table they were sitting at. Scott was hiding behind a book staring at Allison.

"We're avoiding Allison." Stiles told Kinley.

Kinley nodded but was still confused. "And we're avoiding her why?" Kinley asked.

"Derek said he had to stay away from her in order to train; so he's hiding." Stiles told her.

"Well, you look really conspicuous." She told Scott. "Besides she looks really busy reading to me." Kinley then turned to Stiles. "So Stiles, you come up with a plan for Scott yet?"

"I think so." Stiles replied.

Scott looked a little afraid at his statement. "Does that mean you don't hate now?" Scott asked in a slightly hopeful and slightly scared voice.

"No. But your crap has infiltrated my life, so now I have to do something about it. Don't think that is not the same thing for you either, Kin. Both of you and you supernatural weirdness." He said to them. "Plus, I'm definitely a better Yoda than Derek."

"Okay, yeah, teach me." Scott said.

"Yeah, I'll be your Yoda." Stiles agreed.

"Yeah, you be my Yoda." Scott echoed.

"Your, Yoda I will be." Stiles mimicked Yoda from Star Wars. Kinley laughed and it made him smile. Scott just stared at him. "I said it backwards." He explained to Scott who did not seem amused.

"Yeah, I know." Scott replied.

"Yeah, you know what, I definitely still hate you. Oh yeah." He said and then got up from the table, pulling Kinley with him and taking his book back from Scott.

"Hey, I haven't even gotten..." Kinley started to say, but Stiles forced her out of her seat.

Scott was now wide-open for Allison to see, and Stiles did not seem care at all that he just left his friend to fend for himself. He actually seemed fairy pleased with himself.

Kinley could hear Scott leap up, and Allison call after him as Stiles dragged her out of the cafeteria.

"Need something?" She asked and tried to pull her arm free as they entered the hallway. Stiles however kept a hold of it and continued pulling her down the hallway.

"Yes, but first I wanna talk." He told her.

"Okay about what?" She replied as they walked to wherever Stiles was leading her.

"Why didn't you tell me about Derek and Kate? I left you a dozen messages that you never returned."

"I was kind of busy dealing with the whole thing at the time to call and fill you in." She replied.

"Obviously." He stated a little over-dramatically. "I meant when you got home or a moment free. I was worried sick about you. You tell me you're off looking for answers about Derek and then I never hear from you even after you said you would check in. Then I get a call about my father being in the hospital after he pushed you out of the way of a moving car."

"I told you I didn't-"

"-Have time" He finished and Kinley nodded to confirm he correctly finished her sentence. They stopped walking and he let go of her arm and then turned to face her. "How much sleep did you get last night?" He asked.

Kinley wasn't sure what this was about now. "I don't know a few hours, maybe. Why?"

"Wandering the city again?" He asked. Kinley nodded. He knew she did that. That was nothing new. "So you couldn't call me then? Stop by? Anything?"

"I-I didn't want to wake you. You had just been at the hospital with your dad. I knew I would see you today. And..." She responded.

"Fine, you have an excuse for everything. Forget it."

"Stiles, are you mad?" She asked.

"No, I'm fine." Stiles said completely unconvincingly, but Kinley didn't know what to do. "Let's just skip to me asking you for a favor." He said. Kinley looked around and saw they were now standing in front of Coach's office.

"What's the favor?" She asked hesitantly.

"Has your years of hunting given you the ability to possibly pick locks?" Stiles asked.

"It has." Kinley answered and was a little more wary about what he was going to ask her even though she had a good idea of what it was.

"Can you break into Coach's office and help me steal his phone?" Stiles asked.

"What? Stiles, I'm supposed to be keeping a low profile here. Remember my father, and the if he finds out what I'm doing he'll ship the family elsewhere." Kinley responded.

"I know, but this will help Scott. I swear. If I didn't think it was important I wouldn't ask."

Kinley sighed. "Okay, fine but you're going to tell me your plan before I break about a million school rules." She answered.

"I want to monitor Scott's heart rate during his changes. I've been researching, and I think that heart rate is connected to wolfing out. So if I take Coach's phone and one of the heart rate monitors from gym class, I can see if I'm right. I would put the monitor on Scott and then use Coach's phone to see how elevated his heart gets when I make him angry. If turning works like I think it will, once he hits a certain point he will wolf out. You know like 88 miles per hour sends you back in time but instead it's heart rate gets so high that you turn into a man beast. If I'm right and he can learn to control his heart rate and calm himself down then he can control his wolf powers." Stiles explained.

Kinley had to admit that was pretty brilliant and a much better plan than Derek could definitely ever think of. "Alright, let's do this." She replied.

"Yes!" Stiles replied in triumph.

Kinley fiddled with the lock for a few minutes until she finally got it open. "I'm in. You stand watch and I'm get the phone."

Stiles nodded and then turned around to watch the hallway. Kinley crept into the office and search the Coach's desk.

"Where does he keep his phone?" Kinley whispered.

"Top left drawer." He told her. The drawer was also locked. She picked that one too and pulled the drawer open. Just then Stiles slammed the door and pulled her down behind the desk. "He's coming back." He whispered urgently.

She instantly pulled them both underneath coach's desk. The two ended up jammed so uncomfortably beneath the desk that Kinley was practically on Stiles' lap. The space barely fit one person let alone two. They heard the door creak open and coach walk in. She prayed that the coach didn't look under the desk or sit at it. The footsteps neared the two of them and both of them stopped breathing and just looked at each other. Kinley could hear her heart beating in her ears. It sounded like it got louder with each step coach took. She then heard coach grab something off the top of his desk and leave the room. The two exhaled at the same time and scrambled out from underneath the desk.

"That...was... awesome!" Stiles said and then shook his entire body to rid himself of the nerves.

"That was too close. Let's get out of here." She grabbed Stiles' arm and pulled him out of the classroom.

Kinley left Stiles to the plan he devised to anger Scott. Apparently, it involved hitting him with lots of lacrosse balls. In the end, Kinley wasn't really sure if it was a plan to help Scott or punish him. She wasn't going to question Stiles now though. He still didn't seem very happy with her and she hated the thought of him being upset, and it being her fault. However, there was nothing she could really do now. So she left it alone.

Kinley headed to her next few classes bored out of her mind. School was always difficult for her to focus on, but now it was getting worse. All she wanted to do was go to the library and to try to find connections between her parents and the Argents. Being a normal teenager was harder than she thought it would be.

She caught up with Penn for a little while in a class the French class they shared. Penn told her that she was hanging out with some kids that weekend and was loving not having to worry about patrol or demon duties getting in the way. Kinley had never seen her so happy before. She was bubbling with excitement and seemed far less stressed out. At least this normal life was working for someone. Kinley decided to definitely keep Penn out of everything that she was doing from here on. Her obsession with her past was not going to affect Penn's new, happy life.

Luckily after the class with Penn, she was heading to one with Scott, Allison and Stiles. She was dying to know how the training went. The class was one with coach. Kinley was lucky enough to have two classes taught by coach. He scared most people, but she just found him highly amusing. It was probably because he never picked on her. The class he taught now was economics. She was also in his advanced business class. She was good with numbers and needed an extracurricular.

She walked in and saw a very awkward altercation between Scott, Allison and Stiles. It looked like Stiles was trying to take Allison's usual seat behind Scott, but Allison was not about to let that happen. Stiles backed down and sat next to Scott instead. Kinley grabbed the seat behind Stiles.

"How did training go?" She leaned forward and asked him.

"Not bad. I think my aim is improving." Stiles replied and smirked.

She laughed. "I wonder why." She replied sarcastically. Stiles laughed.

However, they were then distracted by Scott and Allison's annoyingly couple-y conversation. There was no amount of sarcastic eye rolls in the world to get Kinley through their conversation. They just went back and forth about not wanting to hurt the others grade, and how they could help each other. Apparently, Allison had switched lab partners to spend more time Scott, which they all knew was the opposite of what Scott needed. Allison was now was trying to convince him to study with her tonight and Scott was trying his hardest to say no but still be nice. He was failing miserably. He could never say 'no' to Allison, but he needed to stay away from her for the time being. But of course when she asked him to be at her house at 8:30, he couldn't say no. And he didn't say, no. Both Kinley and Stiles wanted to hit him. He was such an idiot when it came to her. He just couldn't control himself.

Coach thankfully started class. "Let's settle down. Let's start with a quick summary of last night's reading." One kid raised his hand. "Greenberg put your hand down. Everybody knows you did the reading." Coach said and then scanned the room for his latest victim. "How about uh... McCall. The reading."

"Last night's reading?" Scott questioned.

"How about uh, the reading of the Gettysburg's address?"

"What?" Scott asked confused.

"That's sarcasm. You familiar with the term 'sarcasm McCall?" Coach asked.

Scott looked over at Stiles and said. "Very." Stiles smiled proudly at his friend. Stiles taught Scott all he knew about the subject of sarcasm.

"Did you do the reading or not?" Coach asked.

"I think I forgot." Scott lied horribly.

"Nice work, McCall." Coached insulted him. "It's not like you're averaging a D in this class. You know, I can't keep you on the team if you have a D. How about you summarize, uh, the previous nights reading?" He asked. Scott shook his head no. He couldn't do that either.

Kinley looked over Stiles shoulder and saw the heart monitor in his hand. It was going up at a faster rate than it should have been.

"How about the night before that?" Coach pushed. Scott just looked down, trying not to get upset, but the his heart rate kept going up. "How about you summarize anything you've ever read in your entire life?" Scott began to squirm in his seat.

The monitor in Stiles hand was still steadily going up. Kinley saw Scott's hand ball into a fist. If he didn't calm down, something bad was going to happen, and there was nothing they could do to stop it. Scott had to do it.

"No? A blog? How about, uh, how about, uh, the back of a cereal box? No?" Coach continued.

Stiles was beginning to show signs of nerves now. He fidgeted in his seat and ran his hand over his forehead. He knew what was coming but just had to wait and watch. Each beep of the monitor heightened all their nerves. Even Allison who had no idea what was going on noticed Scott's poor state and was looking agitated over coach picking on Scott so intensely. Still, Scott kept getting angrier.

"How about the adults only warning from your favorite website you visit every night. Anything" Coach said. "Thank McCall, thank you, McCall, thank you McCall!" He yelled and hit a first row desk. "Thank you for extinguishing any last flicker of hope I have for your generation. You just blew it for everybody" He yelled. "Thanks. Next practice you can start with suicide runs. Unless that's too much reading."

Kinley was bracing herself for Scott to either flee the classroom or wolf out and trash it, but suddenly, the beeping decreased at an insane rate. It just dropped. Stiles looked as confused as she did. They both looked over and saw that Allison was leaning down on her books and her hand was now holding Scott's. Maybe she wasn't someone to avoid afterall.

They made it through that class and ran out. They didn't need anymore close calls. As they walked out the door, Stiles said. "It's her."

"What do you mean?" Scott asked.

"It's Allison." Kinley replied, but Scott still didn't get it.

"Remember what you told me about the night of the full moon?" Stiles asked. Scott nodded to confirm. "You were thinking about her, right? About protecting her?" Scott nodded again. "Remember the night of the first lacrosse game? You said you could hear her voice out on the field."

"Yeah, I did." Scott replied starting to understand where Stiles was going with this and began to smile because of it.

"Well, that's what brought you back, so you could score. And then after the game in the locker room, you didn't kill her. At least not like how you were trying to kill me. She brings you back is what I'm saying." Stiles told him.

"No, no, no, but it's not always true." Scott argued. "Because literally every time I'm kissing her or touching her..."

Kinley jumped in for this part. "No, that's not the same." Scott looked at her and waited for more explanation. "When you're doing that, you're just another hormonal teenager thinking about sex, you know?" Kinley explained further.

Both boys then had goofy smiles spread across their faces. "You're both thinking about sex right now aren't you?" Kinley accused. Both boys laughed and nodded. Kinley just rolled her eyes. Boys, she thought. "Are we back on point?" She asked the two juveniles. They nodded and wiped the giggly faces away. "Look back in the classroom when she was holding your hand that was different okay?" Kinley finished.

"She doesn't make him weak, she gives him control." Stiles finished for her. "She's kind of like an anchor."

"You mean because I love her." Scott stated, and then only after the words were out of his mouth, did he realize what he said. "Did I just say that?" He asked and stopped dead in the middle of the hallway and looked at her and Stiles. Kinley and Stiles just looked at each other and rolled their eyes.

"Yes, you just said that." Stiles told him flatly.

"I love her." Scott said again, realizing the full weight of it and began to grin uncontrollably.

"That's great, now moving on..." Stiles started.

"No, no, no. really, I think I'm totally in love with her." Scott could just not get passed the concept. Of course realizing you're in love for the first time is a big deal, but they really didn't have time to dwell on it.

Luckily Stiles felt the same way and said sarcastically, "That's beautiful. Now before you go off and write a sonnet, can we figure this out please? Because you obviously can't be around her all time. "

Scott just could not stop smiling. Stiles and Kinley just groaned out loud at the lovesick puppy.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sorry." Scott told them. "So what do I do?" He asked them.

"I don't know. Yet." He replied. Stiles sighed and looked at Kinley.

"You came up with the first good plan." She told Stiles and threw her hands in the air like this was not her issue.

"Yeah, that means someone else should come up with new one. I did one already." Stiles fake whined. But as he said that, his face changed and became serious.

Scott saw the change as well. "Oh no, you're getting an idea aren't you?" Scott asked.

"Yeah," Stiles replied still looking like he was working it out in his head.

"Is this idea gonna get me in trouble?" Scott asked.

"Maybe."

"Is this idea gonna cause me physical pain?"

"Yeah, definitely. Come on." Stiles told Scott and then led him to who knows where.

Both boys were gone before Kinley even knew what to do. She really didn't have the energy to deal with them right now anyway. Instead, she went to her last class to finish out that already really long day. She hoped whatever the boys were doing was not that bad for either of them.

After that class, she saw Stiles and Scott briefly. Apparently, Stiles got Scott beat up by a bunch of guys, but Scott was able to keep his cool. However, it put both boys in detention so after school instead of working with them Kinley decided to do some other re-con she had been meaning to do.

She left school and hopped in her car to go and see a contact that she hadn't yet used. She wasn't planning on contacting him. It was kind of risky. This person was good friends with her uncle from years back. She had never actually met him, but she had overheard conversations between him and her uncle. Any time they ran into a werewolf issue, her uncle would give this guy a call and ask if he had come across them before. He worked locally, and it wouldn't take too much time to get over there and ask him a few things. So Kinley headed to the local animal clinic.

As she drove up, she saw there was one car outside. That was good, she thought. It probably meant he was alone. She walked up to the entrance and opened the door. "Hello?" She asked as she walked into the clinic. "Anyone here?"

She entered the reception area. The room was small and cut in half by a long counter and a gate. One one side there were chairs for patrons to wait and on the other was the hallway that must lead to the exam room and kennals. The room was mostly white. Even the wooden gate was painted white, and the waiting room chairs were a white vinyl looking material. It made the whole place seem very clean. However, it was also quite dark because not one light was on. The clinic looked almost like it was closed, but the hours on the door said they were still open.

She looked around and saw no sign of anyone. She slowly approached the counter. As she got closer to gate, she felt hot, like there was something close by that could burn her, but it was internal heat. It didn't quite make sense. Then she heard something fall, making a loud clanging sound as it hit the floor, and then a scream. The gate was open so she went through to investigate the sound. She ran to where it came from and found Derek there, holding her contact, Deaton, up in the air while he was tied to a chair.

This was her first time ever seeing Deaton in person, but she knew it had to be him. Kinley had seen an old photo of him in her Uncle's journals. He was a bald dark skinned man. In the photo, he had more facial hair than he did now, and he left his 80s style for a more classic look. He was currently wearing khaki pants and a blood stained blue button up dress shirt. His face was bleeding and he had a few cuts along his cheek.

"I want to know who you are or who you're protecting!" Derek growled.

"What are you doing!?" Kinley shouted at Derek.

Startled, Derek dropped Deaton back onto the floor. He still kept his tight grip on the chair.

"Stay out of this hunter girl!" Derek seethed.

"Get out of here, Kinley!" Deaton yelled. He knew her name, but she had never met him in person. How could he know her name?

Kinley ran into the room and went to grab Derek's arm to pull him away from Deaton, but she wasn't quick enough. Derek literally beat her to the punch and knocked Deaton out. Deaton's head just slowly swayed back and forth from the blow. She grabbed Derek's shoulders anyanked him away from the unconscious Deaton.

"Look, when he's conscious, he can keep himself from healing but unconscious he can't." Derek explained.

"Are you out of you mind!" Kinley replied. "What are you talking about?"

"You've noticed them haven't you? The spirals?" Derek asked. "If you're a good hunter, you would have to."

Kinley remembered the night on the roof with Stiles and the giant spiral that was there. And then she remember the news article she saw in Sheriff Stilinski's office with the dead deer with the spiral on it. Derek then held up the same news article. The picture was dated a few weeks before the murders had began. What did the picture have to do with this besides the spiral? It was just a deer.

"Do you want to know what the spiral means? It's our sign for a vendetta, for revenge. It means he won't stop killing until he's satisfied." Derek explained.

"Whoa, you think he's the alpha? Are you crazy? He's not-" Kinley started.

Derek cut her off. "We're about to find out." He stated

Derek then pulled his hand back which now had claws to hit Deacon again but with even more strength this time. But before he made it down to strike the veterinarian, he was thrown backwards into the wall. He slammed so hard into that he left a dent and a slight crack.

Kinley stared at her hands which were now facing toward Derek and the way he flew across the room. She didn't know what she did. She acted out of instinct and threw her arms up to stop Derek. She pulled her hands closer and examined them. What did she do? How did she do it? What was happening? Her mind couldn't handle this.

Derek got up and just stared at her. He looked like he was about to hit back.

"Hit him again and you'll really see what I can do." She lied, having no idea what she could do.