After explaining everything to Derek, he, Isaac and Sam met up with Scott at the Beacon Hills Animal Clinic.
"What's he doing here?", Scott sneered, looking at Isaac entering with Derek and Sam.
"I need him.", Derek said.
"I don't trust him.", Scott replied.
"Yeah, well, he doesn't trust you either.", Isaac returned.
"And Derek really doesn't care!", Derek said, shutting them down.
"How about all three of you stop?", Sam asked, rolling her eyes. "Where's Deaton? Is he going to help us or not?"
"That depends.", she heard and turned around to see Deaton leaning against the doorway leading into the back. "Your friend Jackson; are we planning to kill him or save him?"
"Save him.", Scott and Sam simultaneously said while Derek disagreed. Sam crossed her arms, giving Derek a knowing look.
"Save him.", Scott corrected the Alpha. Derek huffed with an eye roll, looking at Deaton in defeat.
"We're saving him.", Sam told the vet. Deaton smiled and led them back to the room. As they looked around, Deaton took out a rack filled with spice containers and placed it on the cold, metal table top.
"So," Isaac leaned down on his elbows onto the table as Deaton shuffled his spices and herbs, "are you some kind of witch?"
Sam looked at Isaac in confusion. "Wouldn't he be a wizard?"
"No. I'm a veterinarian.", Deaton said, shutting them up. "Unfortunately I don't see anything here that's going to be an effective defense against a paralytic toxin.", Deaton sighed, putting down a bottle of dark brown powder.
"We're open for suggestions.", Derek said.
"Anything would be good at this point.", Sam says.
"What about an effective offense?"
"I nearly ripped its head off. Argent emptied an entire clip into it. The thing just gets back up.", Derek told Deaton who looked confused as well as Sam.
"Has it shown any weaknesses?", Deaton asked.
"Water, as far as we know. It can't swim.", Sam shrugged.
"Does that go for Jackson as well?"
"Unfortunately he's the captain of the swim team and almost everything at school, so no.", Sam sighed with an eye roll.
"Essentially, you're trying to catch two people." Deaton turned around and rummaged for something in a drawer and came back. "A puppet."
He held up an antique object symbolizing something supernatural. "And a puppeteer." He put the object onto the table. "One killed the husband but one had to take care of the wife. Do we know why?"
They shook their heads, confused.
"I don't think Jackson could do it. His mother died pregnant so she was maybe murdered."
"That would explain the Kanima myth.", Sam muttered.
"He couldn't let the same thing happen to someone else."
"How do you know it's not part of the rules? The Kanima kills murderers. If Jackson kills the wife then the baby dies too."
"Does that mean your father was a murderer?",
Scott bluntly asked Isaac. Sam widened her eyes at Scott's insensitivity.
"Wouldn't surprise me if he was.", Isaac replied, looking down. His dad was an asshole and that was an understatement.
"The book says they're bonded, right?", Deaton asked. Derek nodded. It would explain why the Kanima didn't like the water... That sparked an idea for Sam.
"What if the Kanima's water fear is coming from whoever's controlling him?", Sam asked. Deaton nodded quickly.
"What if something that affects the Kanima," he unscrewed a bottle of black powdery herbs, and began pouring it in a circle around the silver antique object, "also affects its master?"
"Meaning what?", Isaac wondered.
"Meaning we can catch them both.", Sam says, smiling.
"There's got to be another way to get tickets, right?" Scott asked as he, Sam and Stiles piled out of Stiles' Jeep the next morning. Sam sighed. "Technically, I was close to getting said tickets until you and Jackson fought, but I see why now."
"Hey!" A voice called. The trio turned to see Matt heading their way.
"Hey.", Sam smiled. He was okay. Good.
"Any of you guys know why no one's getting suspended after what happened the other day at school?", he asked them. They shrugged, feigning innocence.
"Just forget about it, okay? No one got hurt.", Stiles told him. Matt didn't seem to agree. "I had a concussion!"
"Well nobody got seriously hurt!", Stiles exclaimed.
"I was in the ER for six hours!", Matt complained. Sam sighed.
"Hey, do you want to know the truth, Matt? Your little bump on the head," Stiles crouched down and put his hand right above the sidewalk, "is about this high on our list of problems now!"
"Enough!", Sam scolded Stiles and turned to Matt.
"Are you okay anyways?"
"Yeah. I'm fine now.", he smiles before turning to Scott. "So Scott, you didn't get any tickets last night either?"
Scott shook his head. "Are they still selling?"
"Nah but I managed to get three online. You should keep trying.", Matt said and walked away.
After the long, boring day at school, Scott, Stiles and Sam went back to Deaton's.
Derek was off at his lair preparing his Betas for the rave. Scott and Stiles had gotten three tickets thanks to Isaac.
"Ketamine.", Sam read, looking at the small vile Deaton held in one hand. In the other, he held an empty syringe.
"Get close enough to Jackson, it should slow him down enough to buy you sometime.", Deaton picked up a bottle of that same ashy black stuff Sam saw yesterday night. "This is what you'll use to create the barrier. This part is for you, Stiles. Only you."
"Uhhh, that sounds like a lot of pressure. Can we find a maybe slightly less pressure filled task for me? Maybe give this one to Sam?" Sam chuckled, reaching for the bottle but she felt that same pressure on her back again.
"Don't touch it.", she heard Peter's voice. "I mean, you could if you really wanted to. You won't like it very much, though."
Sam hesitated and Deaton noticed. "Sam was bit by a werewolf, she isn't allowed to touch any of that. It could react…badly."
"What is it?", Sam asked, pulling her hand away.
"It's from the mountain ash tree which is believed by many cultures to protect against the supernatural. This office is lined with ashwood, making it difficult for someone like Scott to cause me any trouble." Deaton smiled.
Scott's eyes widened at Deaton's confession.
"Okay so then what? I spread this around the whole building and either Jackson or whoever's controlling him can't cross it?"
"They'll be trapped." Deaton nodded.
"Not too hard, yeah?", Sam says to Stiles.
"Think of it like gunpowder. It's just powder until a spark ignites it."
"You mean like I've got to light myself on fire?", Stiles asked with widened eyes. "I don't think I'm up for that."
Sam facepalmed. "Stiles…"
"Let me try a different analogy, I used to golf. I learned that the best golfers never swing until first imagining where they want the ball to go. They see it in their mind and the mind takes over. It can be pretty extraordinary what the force of your own will can accomplish.", we looked at Deaton in astonishment.
"Force of will.", Stiles gave a sigh.
"Stiles!", Sam scolded.
"This isn't some Disney movie, Deaton. This is reality and believing in crap like that, isn't going to work.", Stiles said. "We're literally dealing with werewolves.", Sam said, pointing at Scott.
Deaton chuckled.
Sam climbed out of Stiles' jeep, sighing.
"You okay?", she asked Stiles as he grabbed a garbage bag full of mountain ash from his trunk.
Usually Stiles was talkative and now he's unusually quiet.
"Yeah.", he says and sets down one bag. "Help me with the other bag?", Stiles quietly asked Scott.
"I can't, Deaton said you had to do it alone.", Scott says.
"Okay this plan is really starting to suck.", Stiles sighed.
"No, not here! Not now!", Scott whispered and ran off. "Plan officially sucks!", Stiles cried and turned back to me.
"Help me with the other bag.", he begged.
"Okay, okay.", Sam chuckled and reached into his car. As she grabbed the top and bottom of the garbage bag, she immediately dropped it as her hands burned. "Fuck!"
"What? What happened?"
"It burned me.", Sam winced, looking at her red hands.
"You didn't bother listening to me. That will get you killed.", she heard Peter say. "Shut up.", she growled at him.
"I didn't say anything.", Stiles said, offended.
"Not you. Peter.", Sam frowned. Stiles' eyes widened. "He's here? Right now?"
"Of course, Stiles.", Peter chuckled and appeared, leaning against Stiles' jeep.
Sam shook her head, blinking a few times as Peter disappeared.
"I had a feeling you could see him. I figured it out after we got attacked.", Stiles said, taking the bag from her.
"Yeah. Also what's up with you?", Sam asked. He frowned and shook his head. "Nothing."
"Stiles."
"Look. I'll tell you after I figure it out myself, okay?", he fussed. Sam frowned sadly, her shoulders instantly dropping.
He took note of that and hugged her. "We'll talk about it later." He checked the watch on his wrist, "you need to go to Derek."
Sam backed away from him and ran off. She finally found Derek and his betas, slowing down as she walked up to them.
"Finally, let's go, we've been waiting.", Erica fussed. Sam looked at her in disbelief. "Weren't you just down for the count a couple of hours ago?"
She placed her hands on her hips. "And now I'm better, no thanks to you."
This bitch. What was up with the hot and cold attitude of freshly bitten betas?
Sam stormed up to her. "Look, I don't know the hell your problem is or what happened to you, but this nitpicking shit is gonna stop. I could've left you to die. I didn't. So be grateful you're still walking."
Erica growled in Sam's face and the girls paused as they heard a louder, warning growl, and saw Derek looking at Erica with red eyes.
"Go.", Derek ordered. With an annoyed 'fine', her and Isaac left for the entrance, leaving Sam with Boyd and Derek.
Derek turned to Sam. "You need to stay out of the way. I don't know what Peter's planning, but this isn't the time."
"I can help.", she argued. He shook his head. "You can't change my mind. We can't risk anything."
"Derek. Please.", Sam begs. "I'm not standing here while you all go fight and find Jackson. I'm helping."
Before Derek could say anything, his attention was taken away from her as he looked around then looked at Boyd.
"Argent.", Derek whispered. Sam moved around them and walked ahead. "Sam!", Derek exclaimed, calling after her. "You gonna follow me or what?", Sam asked.
He huffed and followed as they came straight onto the oncoming group of hunters. Sam frowned at the men walking towards them and scanned each and every one of them. Chris Argent came from the mob of hunters.
"Samantha. I should have known.", Argent says, disappointedly.
"We knew you were gonna be here to kill Jackson.", Sam said, shrugging.
"You're not hiding his identity?", he asked, raising an eyebrow. "I'm sure you already knew.", Sam says, rolling her eyes.
Derek and Boyd came by her side. Chris didn't like that. "Derek, back off.", Chris warned.
"Back off? That's really all you got? I've got to be honest, Chris. I was really expecting more from the big bad veteran werewolf hunter.", Derek said, smugly smiling. Chris just smirked.
"Okay then. How about didn't anybody ever tell you not to bring claws to a gun fight?" All his hunters pulled out and aimed their guns at them.
"T-That one sounded pretty good.", Boyd stuttered. Sam frowned at Derek. "You just had to have a big mouth." Derek growled lowly at her before she turned her glare at Chris. "Are you really going to shoot two innocent werewolves and a human? If I recall," She repeated the words he told Kate. "You don't kill who don't hunt you, right?"
"Yeah well, that was before you were bit by an Alpha.", he said, making her eyes widen.
He thought she was a wolf. Shit.
They all started shooting at them. They tried fighting them back, at a disadvantage.
Running at one hunter, Sam took his arm and bent it backwards, hearing his bone crack. She lifted the hand that held the gun, while also keeping a hold on the hunter's hair as she aimed at the other hunters.
Derek grabbed her arm and tore her away, pushing her toward the club.
"Go, we've got this handled.", Derek ordered. "I'll tell you when we get Jackson.", he promised.
Sam nodded and ran off to find Erica and Isaac. The two Betas were still standing outside the club entrance.
"Do you realize how long you take?", Erica asked, annoyed.
"We literally just had a little run in with the Argents.", Sam says, panting.
"Fair enough.", Isaac said, bringing the girls inside.
Flashing strobes and colorful lights greeted them with loud music.
Girls were dressed in skimpy clothing while boys were covered in glowing necklaces or glasses. The smog made it a little difficult to see, much less give any awareness in case Jackson was around.
They spotted Scott and discussed the plan.
Scott pulled Isaac aside and explained how to use the Ketamine syringe. Erica and Sam came up with a plan to distract Jackson, which unfortunately involved touching and grinding on him.
Sam shuddered at the thought and sucked it up as Erica and Sam made their way over to Jackson, giving him sultry smiles.
As they danced on him, Sam caressed his face, and Erica ran his hands up and down his body.
Jackson's head tilted into her neck and Sam's eyes widened. Was he gonna bite her??
She could feel his lips ghost over her neck and felt his tongue slick from the bottom of her neck all the way up to the shell of her ear. She whimpered at the feeling.
It was slimy and weird! Isaac, thankfully joined in but triggered Jackson as his claws out and scratched Isaac and Erica as they dragged Sam down with them. As they landed on the floor, Sam realized Isaac's hands were empty.
"Where the hell is the syringe?", Sam asked Isaac.
She spotted it, only for it to be kicked away. Fuck.
She went after it as quickly as possible and finally her fingers wrapped around it and snatched it before someone could step on it.
She rushed over to where Jackson was slowly walking. She quickly wrapped an arm around him and stabbed him in the neck.
He tried to struggle but she shushed him as they went down.
His eyes rolled back just as Isaac came. Sam passed Jackson over to him. "I'm gonna find Scott."
Sam looked around for Scott and saw him leaving. "Scott, wait.", Sam called after him, ducking under the large warehouse doors.
Scott was in the middle of the street, and looked at Sam in shock. She rushed over to him, and he tried rushing over to her but before either of them could meet up, Sam felt a strong force ram her body, tossing her across the pavement.
Her hearing felt like she was underwater as she heard Scott's muffled yell before blacking out.
Sam groaned, waking up to the sound footsteps. I opened her eyes to see a blurred figure.
She winced and groaned as she felt her side, tense and sore. Her chest even hurt.
Her vision cleared enough to see Scott lying on his stomach on a short, wooden table. She was only a few feet away from him, sitting against a wall.
"Scott?", Sam called, hoarsely. Scott couldn't answer, he was still passed out.
"Good, you're up.", she heard and saw Victoria Argent's evil smile.
Mrs. Argent walked over and crouched down beside her.
"Mrs. Argent?", Sam coughed.
"Hello, Samantha."
"What," Sam coughed, wincing. "what happened?"
Her head hurt as she started remembering. "I-I got hit by a car.", Sam rasped. Why wasn't she in the hospital by now? How was she still even alive?
"Yes, my car.", she says, nonchalantly. Sam's eyes widened in shock. "You hit me with your car?", she asked in disbelief.
"Of course."
"Why–why me?"
"Don't play the innocent card. You know, for a wolf I thought you'd be a bit smarter.", she said, standing.
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm not dumb, Samantha. This silly little fight involving you, Scott, Jackson, and somehow Allison. I saw you when you left that club. You're involved and now I know why.", she said, shaking her head.
"I don't know why anyone would want to turn you into an alpha. It sounded insane hearing from Chris that you hadn't turned, but we'll see. Or maybe we wont.", she said, walking away.
"Mrs. Argent," Sam tried getting up, "you don't understand."
"Oh, I understand completely.", she shoved her heel into Sam's side, making her scream in pain. She heard something crack as Victoria dug her heel into Sam's ribs.
"Those bites heal pretty fast, don't they?", she giggled but stopped when she realized that Scott was waking up. "Someone's finally awake," she smiled.
"Sam?", Scott murmured looking over at his friend. His voice was just as hoarse as hers.
"You both probably recognize this device. Pot used to be smoked in a rolled up piece of paper. These days it seems that all you kids are given a free vaporizer with your medicinal marijuana card.", Victoria lifted a vial to her nose and smelled it with a smile, sighing in content.
"This type of wolfsbane is one of my favorites." She smelled it again. "Lovely smell. You both probably won't think so." She plugged the vile into the vaporizer and turned it on.
"What are you doing?", Scott asked.
"Isn't it obvious? Killing you. It's going to look like an accident, like you had an asthma attack and couldn't get to your inhaler in time while you," she turned to Sam, "overdosed. Wolfsbane can be turned into a drug. A very dangerous drug.", she said, giving a smile.
Sam started coughing as her lungs started to burn. "Stop.", she hear Scott order as his fangs and golden eyes came out.
"Too late, looks like it's working.", Victoria viciously smiled as she sat and watched them. Scott looked as if he was choking, struggling to get oxygen.
His nails scratched against the wood table as he tried to get up. Victoria stood up from the chair she was on.
"Eh, eh, eh." She lifted her heel up to Scott's side and kicked him off the table.
"Stop it…", Sam rasped, coughing.
"Alpha, beta, but what are you Scott? Omega. Don't you know the lone wolf never survives without a pack? I've heard the cry of an Omega, it's a miserable sound. Howl of a lone wolf.", Victoria says, glaring at him.
Scott mumbled and she leaned a little closer to hear him. "Hm? What? What is it?", Victoria asked teasingly.
Scott tried to muster up his voice. "I'm– I'm not alone." Suddenly, Scott let out a loud howl, ending it in a painful scream.
Sam could see Peter on his knees as if he was choking too. He looked at her with pained eyes.
"You have to get out! Get out and leave!", he yelled.
He did say they had a link… she had almost forgotten. "If I'm going down, you're coming with me…", Sam rasped, her eyes fluttering.
Sam watched the door to the room they were held in slam open, as Derek barged through.
"Derek.", Sam weakly whimpered, barely lifting a hand to reach him. Her eyes fluttered shut as she heard Derek's yell in pain.
"Samantha…"
Sam's eyes opened to the sound of a woman's voice. She looked around as she was in the woods again. A clearing this time.
She looked around, getting up. "Where are you!", she yelled.
She spun around trying to find the voice until she finally saw a woman behind her. The woman didn't look happy. If anything, she looked… disappointed.
It was the woman from before. "You again. What happened? You told me you'd never let Peter get to me and he did. Twice!", Sam yelled.
The ghostly woman glared at her and Sam felt myself submitting and avoiding her gaze.
"I didn't let that man get to you. You did. I said I wouldn't let him get his way which also meant you needed to put in the power to stop him. You let him overcome you one too many times.", she says.
Sam frowned. "I don't know how to make him go away. I don't wanna hurt anyone. I don't want him to hurt anyone.", Sam says, defeated.
The woman lifted Sam's head and Sam could get a better look at her. Her pale eyes sparkled like stars, though they had a hint of sadness in them. Her hair, jet black and silky looking.
Her skin was pale with a tint of purple and the black gown and veil she wore made her skin pop out. The thing Sam noticed most was the crescent moon on her forehead, hers more bigger than the one she had.
The girl's eyes widened. "You–! I had a moon on my forehead too! That was you?", she asked. A small smile played on the woman's lips.
"Yes. That was me trying to get into contact with you outside of your sleeping state. I've been trying to grant you some of my powers as well as others.", she says. Sam's eyebrows furrowed. "Others?"
She looked around. Only they were here, under the moonlight. "Who else has been trying to help me…?"
The woman sighed. "The one who knows all of chaos and discord. Your pain fuels her."
Her? Who's her?
Her head snapped up to the sky as she gave a smile before looking down at Sam. "It's time for you to go."
Sam woke up abruptly, barely taking in her surroundings as she fell out of where she was being held.
She groaned, holding her side as she felt someone holding her and sitting her up.
She looked around and saw Derek looking down at her. She stared at him in realization as he looked concerned. "You okay? You hurt anywhere?", he asked.
She wasn't dead. Seeing Derek's face immediately set her heart in relief, and practically sent her to tears.
She hurried and wrapped my arms around him, stifling a cry. "I-- Victoria– Scott was dying and I couldn't get up–!"
He wrapped his arms around her. "I know. He's okay. He's alive.", he reassured her. She shook in his arms and looked around. She was at his place. He took them from the rave party… away from Victoria Argent...
Her eyes widened as she pulled away. "She'll be hunting for us! She tried to kill us and she's gonna tell Chris that I turned!", Sam warned Derek, stumbling to get up.
Derek sat her back on the seat. "You don't have to worry about it. And you can't tell Scott," he whispered.
"You killed her?", Sam asked. "I didn't kill her. I bit her.", he said, bluntly. Her eyes widened. "That's not good."
"She stabbed me, took both of you and poisoned you with wolfsbane! I think it's well deserved.", he said, crossing his arms.
"She knew we were at the club. Chris saw us.", Sam says. His eyebrows furrowed in irritation.
"Great. Everything's going great.", he frowned, glaring at no one.
Sam glanced over at Scott who was lying on the floor. "Why hasn't he gotten up yet?"
"He's healed, so he's sleeping.", Derek informed.
She went over to her fallen friend and gently shook him awake.
"Scott. Scott. Scott. Get up. Scott.", she poked. Scott groaned, lightly pushing her away and Sam smiled. He's okay.
Derek helped her back home after dropping Scott off and Sam immediately fell back to sleep after hitting her pillows.
After an hour after three, she woke up to the sense of someone watching her. She looked around her dim lit room and saw nothing.
She closed her eyes, not pleased. "Are you always aware?", Sam heard Peter's voice. Her eyes snapped open to see him sitting at her desk.
She sighed, tired and annoyed. "I thought I got rid of you."
He smiled. "Not quite. We need to talk."
She propped herself up on her elbow. "About you taking over my body without my permission, which is an invasion of privacy if I might add, or your torment?"
"Neither.", he chuckled.
"Then what the hell do you want Peter?"
"Lydia and you, my two immune beautiful pawns." Her eyes widened. He was tormenting Lydia too? How long was that going on…?
"Lydia was my original way to come back, I wanted to add you to my pack as well. Unfortunately you were immune also. What are the chances? Then, after both of you were bitten and my dear nephew killed me, I had a new plan formed. I wanted to use both of you, Lydia for her popularity and you for already being involved in the Beacon Hills werewolf club.", he grinned.
"I'm not doing shit. You already did too much.", Sam said, shaking her head with furrowed eyebrows.
He frowned. "You may not want to, but you will. You don't have much of a choice here."
Sam glared at him. "You seriously have no hobby other than being a weirdo, do you?"
"I do, but right now you're cutting into that time. I'll be done with the Lydia girl but you… I'll have some time with you.", he said before disappearing.
The next morning was dragging her. This was going too well for Peter as Lydia's birthday was coming up and on a full moon no less.
Sam was sitting in the Argent household, specifically in Allison's room, while her mother, who tried to kill her, was outside the room somewhere.
She couldn't focus. If she had left this room by herself, who knew what would happen.
"You're coming to my party tonight, right Sam?", Lydia looked at Sam with hopeful eyes. Sam looked at her, a bit in shock that she'd even ask her. It was a genuine invitation…
"Yeah.", Sam agreed with a smile, and turned back to her phone, letting the boys know about the party.
Sam tuned out Lydia and Allison's discussion until they heard another woman enter the room with a knock.
"Mrs. Argent!" Lydia cheerily greeted. Sam's head shot up and looked at the mom with wide eyes. She looked sad, Sam could tell. And somehow she felt a tiny bit of guilt deep inside her. Derek caused that. "What do you think of this one?" Lydia held up a blue dress to her small frame.
"It's lovely," her eyes glanced over at Sam before focusing on Allison, "Allison, can I grab you for a moment to, uh, talk? Just the, uh, two of us?"
"Can we do it later?", her daughter replied.
"Uh, to be honest sooner would be, would be better.", Victoria said, rubbing at her shoulder. Sam's eyes widened a bit. That must've been where Derek bit her…
"Parties at ten.", Lydia added.
"You'll be around before then?"
"Uh, I think so.", Allison rushed, frustrated.
"You think so?", her mom asked.
"I don't know.", Allison shrugged and left for Sam and Lydia.
Arriving at the Martin house, the girls cheered. "Happy birthday!", Allison smiled.
"Yeah, happy birthday Lydia.", Sam grinned, giving her a hug.
Lydia smiled at both of them. Despite the full moon, she had high hopes that she'd enjoy her party regardless.
Lydia was usually Beacon Hills' party planner but it kinda seemed like a bust. They didn't see anyone's cars around.
Scott and Stiles were here but that was about it. They told Sam about the Kanima's master, who hated the swim team, apparently. Made sense as to why the Kanima didn't drown them.
Lydia wanted them to do something about her empty party since nobody was coming to her party. It made Sam feel bad.
It was on a full moon… she had a feeling it was gonna go left, party guests or not.
"She's completely ignored Stiles' the past ten years.", Scott argued against Allison's argument of how they ignored Lydia the past two weeks.
"I prefer to think of it as me not being on her radar yet…", Stiles corrected.
"Sure.", Sam patted him on the back.
"We don't owe her a party.", Scott disagreed.
"What about the chance to get back to normal? She wouldn't be the town wackjob if it wasn't for us.", Allison said.
The trio all sighed. All of them decided that we'd text as many people as they could to get this party going. Sam really felt bad watching Lydia hold a plate full of drinks in her hand with no one to take.
"Lydia's so cute.", Stiles mumbled dazedly, staring at the redhead catering to every guest. Tons of people were here, and she was more than happy.
"Okay, Casanova.", Sam retorted. She looked over at Scott, whose eyes flickered as he looked at Allison. He was sad after fighting with Allison and wouldn't apologize.
Sam sighed and rolled her eyes. "Scott-"
"I'm not apologizing.", he cut me off and Sam frowned. No use in fighting with him on a full moon.
Him and Stiles fussed at each other and Sam tuned it out.
"...like Matt I'm going to stab myself in the face!", Stiles cried.
"Don't stab yourself in the face."
"Why not?"
"Because Jackson's here.", Scott suddenly stood up. Their eyes grew wide as they watched Jackson slowly walk in and Lydia handed him a glass of punch.
He stared directly at them, like he wanted to murder them.
Sam moved over between crowds and found Matt.
"Hey.", Sam smiled, catching his attention. "Hey.", he replied, nodding his head.
"I didn't think you'd come.", Sam says, surprised.
"Well, me neither. I wasn't planning on it until you texted me.", he confesses. "I'm glad you did.", Sam patted his back. "Hey, thanks again for the rave tickets. It was awesome."
"I barely saw you.", he said, his eyebrows furrowed.
"Yeah I know. There were tons of people in there so I popped in and out.", Sam says. She noticed his face had turned into a frown.
"We'll catch up later, yeah?", he said and walked away. What the hell was up with him?
She moved back to see Scott glaring up the long flight of stairs angrily. His eyes were focused on the empty window seat. "Dude, what're you looking at?", Sam asked.
"I'm fine. I need to find Stiles.", he mumbled and rushed away without another word. Speaking of Stiles, he and Lydia weren't anywhere to be found.
Sam shook her head. Those two were always in some trouble. She noticed a flash and saw Scott's phone on a table with their stuff and she picked it up to see a voicemail from Derek.
The hell happened? Sam pressed on the voicemail, cupping the phone to her ear. "Scott, can you call me back? I'm probably gonna need some help."
He sounded like he was in trouble. Sam's eyes widened as she tried looking for Scott but she felt that same stupid headache again.
Not again…
She had to fight him… she had to find Derek…
The more she tried to fight, the more the pain increased and she once again blacked out.
Sam walked up to see Lydia dragging Derek to a hole in the Hale house and smiled widely.
"Lydia.", he rasps tiredly. Inside the hole was Peter Hale's scorched and dead body. She dropped his arm on the ground and got down on my knees.
"Lydia, stop.", he ordered weakly.
Taking Derek's arm, Lydia placed it in the hole and wrapped Peter's burnt hand around Derek's forearm.
"You don't know what you're doing.", Derek gasped.
Sam walked closer, tilting the mirror to bounce the moonlight off of others to reflect onto Peter's burnt face.
The Alpha screamed out in pain as Peter dug his claws into Derek's flesh. Derek's eyes flashed from their blood red color to their usual green.
Sam and Lydia let out a loud gasp as Sam's eyes flickered from yellow to her natural brown once more before panting and scooting away from the hole.
Derek crawled away from Peter's slowly rising, dusty body.
"I heard there was a party.", Peter said, smiling at Sam and Derek. "Don't worry, I invited myself."
Peter Hale was back.