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Remington smiled at the two teens, relishing the look of horror on their faces as her teeth began to lengthen. Grimm had upheld his part of the bargain, and now she had a job to do. Flexing her fingers, she turned to the hazel eyed boy that she was tasked to protect.

"I don't suppose you'd be okay with me killing them?" Her dark eyes traced over his face, watching as a sort of disappointed resignation settled over his features. Stiles sighed.

"No killing." She frowned but a flicker of mischief glimmered in his eyes. "But i'm not opposed to a little maiming." He had barely finished his sentence before she was racing to meet Isaac, who had crept around the back.

The blonde boy barely had time to react as she crashed into him with growl, her eyes shining with blood lust. The two tumbled through the house as they grappled, knocking over tables and pictures, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. Stiles watched on as she towered over the beta, her mouth a mess of needle-like fangs as she released a sharp, shrill cry.

It was a strange sound, one that dug its fingers into Stiles' mind and clawed along his skin like a physical thing. Not far away, at the Whittemore estate, Anne lifted her head, her ears ringing with the familiar battle cry and Scott McCall hurried his pace, realizing exactly where the noise was coming from.

Seizing the teen by his neck, Remington whispered something in his ear, causing the teen to stiffen before she tossed him at the feet of a very dissatisfied Derek Hale. Erica wasn't far behind.

Taking her place among the McCall pack, Remington glowered at the green eyed Hale. Much like his uncle, Derek was already becoming a thorn in her side, but she grinned at the man nonetheless. She knew he'd pose no threat to her plans because, sooner or later, he'd be just as dead as the rest of his family.

As Derek argued with the future true alpha and even as the kanima made it's appearance, Isaac Lahey didn't move from his position on the ground. Even as the sound of sirens and screeching tires filled the air, he couldn't bring his limbs to even twitch. He was terrified, paralyzed by the words the beast of a woman had whispered in his ear.

I know what you did, little wolf. Her eyes had shone with the satisfaction of his horror- of his grief and pain. She knew what he had done, but the only question that plagued him was: How?

Anne tightened her grip on the wheel of her brother's Porsche. The scream that had colored the air had been so hauntingly familiar, she felt that for a moment, she had been back there, back to the place she had fought tooth and nail to escape. She had wasted no time in racing to find her brother and prayed that he would be safe from the creature which the cry belonged to.

She felt her body fall back into a familiar pattern as she ran red lights and screeched around sharp turns. Her heart beat slowed, her breathing evened out, and her limbs tensed with the promise of a fight. She was a killer forged by war and if anyone had hurt her brother, there would be hell to pay.

Skidding to a stop in front of the McCall house, she jumped out, crystal eyes blazing in anger. Marching up to the shocked Scott, she wrapped the fabric of his shirt in her fist, pulling him down to her height.

" Where the hell is my brother?" He froze beneath her stare, but it was the voice she heard next that made her whole body tremble

"Anne?" She turned slowly around, her stomach dropping as she came face to face to someone she had once loved so deeply, that when she heard he was dead, her world had split in two. It seemed though, that in this world, the dead never really stayed dead.

"Derek?"