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"The word is guardian, Allison. More than anyone, you know that's a role I haven't exactly lived up to lately."

Allison and I stood in her father's office while he doubled over his desk. His eyes focused solely on the twisted image carved into the wood. Stiles was slumped in one of the arm chairs. Defeated and downcast. The boy looked ready to give up when he had arrived at the argent's home without Scott. He hadn't explained in detail what had happened. Just told us that Melissa was gone and Scott had joined the Alphas.

Allison didn't look pleased with her dad's answer, "But she took Scott's mother and Stiles' father. That's not a coincidence."

"Then perhaps we should think about protecting Emma and Lydia's parents," he shot back as he finally straightened up.

I crossed my arms and slid my phone across his desk. The image Stiles had sent us when he left the hospital pulled up for everyone to see. "Considering someone put your name up in large block letters on the elevator doors. I don't think it's our parents that need to be worried. I mean that kind of felt like a pretty specific warning."

Allison nodded in agreement as she plucked the phone from the desk and studied the image for what felt like the 100th time. Her lips press together tightly in thought. "I think it might be Morrell. She knows a lot more than she lets on, and she might even be trying to help us."

"Well, she needs to get on that a lot faster, okay? Seeing as how the lunar eclipse is less than two freaking nights away," Stiles added morbidly from his spot in the corner. His shoulders slumped further down with each word as if the weight of the entire situation was resting solely on them.

Chris glanced at the teen and tried to comfort him, "Stiles, don't give up hope."

"They could already be dead."

The hunter shook his head in disagreement, "I don't think so. There's something about Jennifer's tactics. It's like she's still positioning, still moving pieces into place."

"And you're one of them," Allison reminded him.

"Then let's not wait around to see the next move. Everything she's done has been on a telluric current, so Melissa and the sheriff have to be somewhere on one of those currents, right? Stiles, if we're gonna find them, we need your help."

Stiles stared up at the hunter in disbelief, "You seriously want to go after her? I mean, what if she just takes you like the others, huh? No offense, but what's the difference between you and them?"

"I'm carrying a .45. Maybe she can heal from a shot to the leg and a few slashes to the face, but personally, I'd like to see how she holds up with half her skull blown off,"

I scoffed at his words. Though he didn't seem to notice or maybe he just chose to ignore me. Sure he was a good hunter but he was still human. Surely he realised that. His plan had to involve something more than just shooting her in the head. I didn't air my thoughts though as if I had I might have revealed my unease with the idea of killing Ms Blake. I knew she was a murderer. I wasn't defending her but, and that was where I knew I'd lose everyone, but she was angry. Rightfully so, from what we knew about the alphas Kali wouldn't have just hurt Julia she would have had to massacre her entire pack. Weren't we doing the same? Going after the alphas for killing Erica and Boyd.

He continued unaware of my inner turmoil. "We've got one priority right now, and that is to find Melissa and your dad. We've got a map and every clue we need to figure this out. The only thing we don't have is time, which is why I need all of you."

Stiles finally stood from his wallowing. Keen to actually get things moving he approached the map Mr Argent had placed on the desk. "Where do we start?"

"The place where the sacrifices have been committed have usually been different from where the bodies have been found. I think the placement has to do with the strength of the current, so there's the school, the animal clinic, the bank."

I frowned, "she wouldn't use the same place twice, would she?"

Chris seemed to think it over before replying, "Only if she didn't succeed the first time."

"Scott's boss."

He nodded back at me in agreement, "Deaton. It was her only failure. That could mean something. However, that is just one place so far. We're gonna need a lot more help.

"What about Lydia?" I asked.

Chris glanced around at us, "Lydia? What can she do?"

"Uh, Lydia's got sort of a talent. She somehow ended up finding a couple of the bodies, um, without actually looking for them," Stiles tried to explain. When said out loud it did sound a little strange even for beacon hills.

"Ms Blake called her a Banshee," I added. The hunter's eyes widened at my words. Clearly Banshees were not a common thing if both he and Ms Blake had been so surprised by Lydia's skills.

While the hunters and Stiles talked through plans I phoned Isaac for an update on Cora. Things didn't sound positive but he was keen to join in the hunt for Julia. It hadn't taken him long to get the Argent's. I waited at the front door to let him in. Something about not wanted to be thrown to the floor again for sneaking in. The comment had made me snort loudly. I had warned him that Allison was a fully trained hunter.

Once he had arrived we returned to the office to find every gun, blade and explosive on display. Isaac eyed the weaponry with caution before finally speaking, "I can't shoot a gun or use a crossbow, but... Well, I'm... I'm getting pretty good with these."

He revealed his claws, something that still made me grimace every time. Though he didn't seem to notice. The others happily accepted his help. Allison, Isaac and her dad were planning to raid the bank again. While Stiles went to Lydia. As Stiles left the room I decided I would probably be more helpful to him than the guns blazing attack team.

As i was leaving I glanced back at Issac, "Don't die and don't let her do anything stupid."

Luckily I managed to catch up with Stiles before he left. I'd rushed down the stairs, I hadn't fancied using the lift, and barely reached him as he approached his car. Keeping my pace I jogged past him with the intention of getting into the passenger seat before he could protest. It didn't work.

"What are you doing?" He questioned sharply his hand pressed into the car door preventing me from opening it.

"I don't have my car and I doubt I'll be much use to them." He tried to form some sort of come back but I cut him off before the words left his mouth. "I'm trying to help Stiles, just shut up and accept it."

He glared at me. The beaming smile he had sent me earlier from inside the ambulance was forgotten and his frosty distrust was back. I'd be lying if I told you it didn't sting a little. I mean he had even greeted Isaac with a somewhat tolerant nod earlier.

I sighed. Maybe snapping back wasn't the best thing to do. So taking a deep breath I stopped trying to yank the door open from behind him. I took a step back from his beloved car and asked, "Did Scott really join them?"

"You think I'm lying? You think I'd waste everyone's time and lie about my best friend joining a group of psycho power hungry werewolves?"

"No I just, I can't believe it. Scott can't really be with them. He can't be."

"You didn't see the look on his face, though. It was…"

I frowned, unable to comprehend what he was telling me. "but he's Scott. He has to have a reason. He's just, so good you know. He's the good guy."

Stiles paused. He's eyebrows furrowed and a strange light seemed to pass over his eyes as he mulled over my words. He clearly hadn't expected me to think so highly of his best friend. To my surprise he didn't argue back or try to question me, instead he nodded firmly as if I'd utter some server password before opening the jeep door for me.

We didn't talk on the ride to Lydia's. I don't think either of us knew what to say or maybe we just didn't want to risk breaking the tentative truce we seemed to have found.

Mrs Martin was out when we arrived and Lydia was different. After Peter's attack she had dolled herself up and covered any evidence of it. Now she bore the growing bruise like a badge of honour. She caught my eyes looking at her neck as I passed her. I hadn't wanted to make her uncomfortable so I went to look away but she smiled. She reached out and took my hand.

"It shows I survived, you told me that." She squeezes my hand before letting go and ushering is into the lounge. A smile curled at the corners of my lips. I had said that to her, I had lied last year at her birthday party in an attempt to make her feel better about any scars she had gotten. And she listened. She had survived and she was proud of that.

I almost skipped into the room with that knowledge. When I entered I could see the pair perched on opposite sofas. Decided not to push my luck I settled into the spot next to Lydia.

She seemed confused by our appearance and I couldn't blame her. The supernatural was still relatively new to her. "What can I do? I mean, I get that I'm some kind of, like, human geiger counter for death, but... I don't know how to turn it on and off yet. All I know is that she tried to kill me because of…"

I elbowed her gently in the side as she paused, "because of what? Hey, Lydia, what?"

"Remember when she called me a banshee," I nodded. I could remember that evening very clearly, not that I wanted to. "she was surprised by it. What if that's not why she tried to kill me?"

Stiles lent forward at the sudden revelation. " Then why did she?"

"That's what we need to find out." She gasped. Without waiting for either of us Lydia stood up. An idea forming inside that genius brain of hers. Knowing she was onto something we scurried after her and happily followed her orders to head back towards the school.

We followed Lydia as she retraced her steps around the school. She had stumbled upon something that Julia hadn't wanted anyone to know. So now we had the almost impossible task of figuring out what that thing was. Plus we had the added pressure of a time limit.

As if to add to the building pressure my phone pinged. It was Isaac. My hands trembled as I read his message and I stopped walking. Stiles hadn't noticed my sudden stillness and slammed into my back sending my phone to the floor. The noise caught Lydia's attention and she looked up from her own device to watch us. Stiles' mouth twisted to scold me but stopped. I imagine he must of seen the tears that had started to form in the corner of my eyes.

Leaning down he scooped my phone and read the message that was still on the screen for everyone to see. He's demeanor changed the moment he started reading the text.

Lydia frowned and moved closer to us, "What is it now?"

"It's from t... she has Allison's father. She took him. She's got all three now," Stiles could barely get the words out.

"There's still time," Lydia tried to remain positive but as she looked between us her expression soured. "We still have time, right?"

Shallow gasps pulled my attention from my own bubble of worry. Glancing to my side I eyed Stiles carefully. His skin had turned pale and his mouth was opening and closing trying desperately to suck air in but his chest wasn't moving at all. He was panicking.

Lydia had noticed it too, "Stiles?." His eyes darted around the hall as if he was trying to find the source of a noise or an escape. "Are you okay? What is it? What's wrong? Stiles."

He flinched when I grabbed his sleeve but I knew being in a busy hall when the bell was about to go was not a good idea. I gestured first Lydia to follow as I explained to her he was having a panic attack and we needed somewhere quiet.

Lydia opened the doors to the changing rooms while I pulled Stiles through in time to miss the manic midday changeover. Lydia started to pace as I eased the gasping boy to the school. She words frantic and ultimately unhelpful, "Just try and think about something else, anything else."

"Like what?" Stiles asked. The words barley forming as he trying to fill his lungs with air.

His questioned stumped the usually unflappable girl. "Uh, happy things. Good things. Uh, friends, family,"

"Maybe not family," I chimed in once Stiles was completely on the floor and out of risk of collapsing. He was struggling so badly he couldn't even retort to my comment.

His eyes were unfocused and his hands clenched the front of his top. Clawing at the material as if it were choking him.

"Okay, uh, just... ," Lydia tried again. "Try and slow your breathing."

Her words weren't having any effect on him. He continued to gape and gasp. The faint mutter of 'can't' echoed with every breath. Lydia stopped beside me. Her eyes wide with worry. She didn't know what to do. Sighing heavily I sank to the floor until I was level with the hyperventilating teen.

"Stiles, look at me. Look at me," I tried to coax him into lifting his head back up but it wasn't working.

Lydia started pacing again, "he's getting worse."

"Not helping," I bit out through clenched teeth. Lifting a hand I grabbed his face and pulled it until he was looking directly at me with his unfocused glazed eyes. "Look at me. Name 5 things beginning with L."

"I can't, can't"

"Stiles," I said it harsher this time. Not leaving any room for argument. "Look at me. Good. name 5 things I'll start. Lollipops,"

"Lydia, lacrosse," his words were muffled but at least he had listened.

"Two more."

Stiles forced out more words, "lake, lycanthropy."

I couldn't stop myself from chuckling at the last one, "nice one, say them again."

And he did. Each word coming out clearer and each breath in between became steadier. We repeated them 4 times through before he had settled back completely. I ordered him to do it once more just to be sure and he did without any protest.

I glanced up at Lydia who had taken a seat on the bench behind us with a loud exhale. We all stayed in our spots for a beat or two. Letting the silence wash over us and enjoying the moment of calm.

Stiles was the first one to get up. He shifted uncomfortably as he stood. Stretching one hand in front of him, I assumed to help me up, while the over weaved its way behind his head. " I, well, Thanks?"

"You're welcome," I let out a bark like laugh as the pressure eased and I bumped shoulders with him as I moved past him to get to Lydia. "Maybe you should think about getting some sessions with the guidance counselor."

Lydia sprang to her feet, "Ms Morrell."

Racing through the halls we all but collided with the counsellors door. Without knocking we rushed through barging in on some girls' sessions. Or perhaps what would have been her counselling session had the councillor been present.

"Do you know where Ms Morrell is?"

The girl,who Stiles had successfully identified as Danielle, rolled her eyes and shot back, "If I did, I wouldn't be waiting here for 20 minutes. So how about you get back out the door and wait your turn?"

Lydia paused. Her thought process becoming clear once she spoke, "Hold on, did you say Ms. Morrell's 20 minutes late?"

"She's always on time," I nodded along with her.

I had been seeing Ms Morrell on and off for years. Our most recent bout of sessions had been just after Matt and she had never once been late. If I thought back to it she was punctual to the point of obsessive. She knew exactly how long she had for each session and never over ran.

Stiles seemed to have caught up with us as he let out a light groan, "Then she's not late. She's missing."

"What if we're not the only ones who think she knows something? What are you doing?" Lydia snapped as she spotted Stiles rummaging through the large filing cabinet.

"Trying to find her," Stiles replied as if that solved everything.

The other girls protested slightly as Stiles continued to search through the files. His fingers hovered over one file in particular and when he glanced back at me I knew he'd found mine. I could tell from the curious glimmer in his eyes he was debating what to do with it. I imagine part of him wanted to take it home and scrutinise every note until he found solid proof to justify his distrust. However he didn't squirrel it away. Maybe my actions today had tipped the scales fractional and instead of hiding the file lifted it up and made a big play about the size of it.

"Seriously? How often are you here?"

I smirked back and snatched the hefty wedge of paper from him, "jealous? Oh look he's already got yours Lydia."

The shorter girl snatched the second folder out of Stiles hands. I raised an eyebrow at his sheepish expression. Sure he didn't like getting caught out by Lydia but rifling through my personal documents wasn't an issue. We continued to search through the paperwork until Lydia came across a doodle.

Stiles practically jumped from his perch against the desk to snatch the paper from her file. "Wait, Lydia, that's your drawing."

"Yeah, I know. It's a tree."

"No. But that's the same one, though."

He had peaked my interest now. Moving closer I peered over his shoulder to examine the drawing. It looked eerily familiar "Same as what?" I asked, not sure I really wanted the answer.

"The same one I always see Lydia drawing in class," he replied frantically. His gestures became larger as his frustration with us grew.

Lydia like me just couldn't see the significance, "It's a tree. I like drawing trees."

"No, but it's the exact same one. Don't you see? Give me your bag." He plucked a notebook from her bag and began to flip through the pages the same image covered each one. Stopping near the centre he placed the book next to the paper and waved his hands in triumph. "here, see?"

It was at that point that Danielle chose to excuse herself. Using the free space she had made I swung my bag onto the table and began to search for the map I had burnt in an attempt to find Deaton earlier in the week. The others watched as I smoothed the map out and placed Lydia's draws next to it. The burn lines matched up perfectly. Every pencil stroke could be seen in the charred map.

I knew where they were. She had told me where they would be. She had truly thought I was going to follow her, had she thought I would help her? I proceeded to inform them of my realisation, "it's the Nemeton. That's where she's keeping them. It has to be…"

A short wrap at the door pulled our attention from the table and towards a tall dark haired man. He was definitely not faculty and with the way his suit fell it was easy to see his badge.

"Stilinski," his tone was full of displeasure and it was clear from the way Stiles' body had shifted at the sight of him that there were no fond feelings between the pair. Which made me wonder. How did they know each other? Sure Stiles wasn't the best at respecting authority but this seemed to run deeper. There was a sharpness in Stiles eyes that I'd never seen before, even when he threatened or chastised me.

"Agh. All right," Pushing the papers back towards us he whispered, "look, go to Derek, okay? He and Peter, they've been there before, so they'll know where it is. Tell them it's the root cellar, all right? They'll know." We barely heard his instructions as he manuvovent his way in front of us and out the door.

After an awkward reunion between Peter and Lydia we had settled inside Derek's flat. We had explained the problem but instead of giving us a solution the two wolves merely added to the issue.

"You don't know where it is? But Stiles said you'd been there," Lydia demanded. This was meant to be the moment all the pieces slotted together.

Peter sighed heavily and tried to explain the issue in the simplest of terms. Treating us like the children we were. "We have. But after a few memorable experiences there, Talia... Derek's mother and my older sister... decided that she didn't ever want us going back. She knew how dangerous it was and took the memory of its location from us."

I turned to Lydia. My own defeat mirrored in her eyes as I questioned out loud, "But then how are we supposed to find it?" No one seemed to have an answer for me.

Or at least no one in that room had an answer. As it turns out Deaton had an ace up his sleeve. A dangerous alternative that would either end in the untimely deaths of everyone involved or save the day. We would just have to hope for the later.

From what I could gather his plan was to suspend Allison, Scott and Stiles in a near dead state long enough to trick the nemeton into believing the guardian sacrifice had been completed successfully. And in turn they would see the ancient trees whereabouts. It seemed a bit far fetched but the vet hadn't been wrong yet.

Deaton led us into the back room upon arrival and Stop behind three ominous tin bath tubs. "All right," he started breaking the tense silence that had settled over us. "What did you bring?"

Stiles stepped forward first. It always baffled me that someone with little to no physical ability to protect himself and no healing powers could be so quick to jump long into dangerous situations. Sure I understand that everything he did was fuelled by a need to protect his family or friends but surely letting the werewolf with a supernatural healing ability or the professional trained monster hunter go first would make more sense. Perhaps that was just my inner coward speaking.

Lifting a crooked piece of metal up for Deaton to see Stiles spoke, "Um, I got my dad's badge. Jennifer kind of crushed it in her hand, so I tried hammering it out a bit. Still doesn't look great."

"Well, it doesn't need to look good if it has meaning," Deaton replies before turning to Allison, "Is that an actual silver bullet?"

"My dad made it. It's kind of a ceremonial thing. When one of us finishes learning all the skills to be a hunter, we forge a silver bullet as a testament to the code."

Lastly he turned to his assistant, "Scott?"

"My dad got my mom this watch when she first got hired at the hospital. She used to say it was the only thing in their marriage that ever worked."

Deaton nodded at the three teenagers before moving around the tubs to explain how this class sacrifice would work. The three sacrifices followed each on stopping beside an ice filled tub. Allison was the first to step in. Her entire body trembled as it adjusted to the icy water. Scott and Stiles followed suit.

"Okay, the three of you will get in. Someone will hold you down until you're essentially... Well, dead. But it's not just someone to hold you under. It needs to be someone who can pull you back, someone that has a strong connection to you, a kind of emotional tether." Deaton paused. He had clearly expected some sort of movement from us but nothing happened.

None of us moved. We just looked between each other trying to understand what was being asked of us. An Emotional tether seemed like a big ask. I'd looked between Allison and Lydia trying to mental assess our friendship and who would have a stronger 'tether' to the girl. While Allison and Scott shared a confused look. Isaac shifted from one foot to the other while Stiles merely stared in hope at Lydia.

The vet signed and lifted his finger to instruct us further. "Emma, You go with Stiles. Isaac with Scott, Lydia with Allison."

"Her?" Stiles was not pleased. "You said it has to be a strong connection."

"He didn't say anything about it having to be a positive connection," I shrugged back at the boy as I moved around behind him. Placing my hands firmly on his shoulders I forced him down a little harder than necessary before adding, "Besides I practically saved your life earlier."

"If I die I'm so going to haunt you." I laughed back and I could have sworn the corners of his mouth twitched as he plunged under the surface of the water.

We settled into shifts after the first hour. We were now at least ten hours in and I was thankful for the years of insomnia. At least I knew I could stay awake if this continued to drag through the night. Isaac settled on the floor beside me. It must have meant my watch was almost up. My eyes lingered on the tin tubs in front me.

"So"

"So," I parroted back.

He let a view beats pass before trying again. "Are you hungry?" He asked as he pulled a bag of crisps into view. Lydia must have returned from her run to the shops.

I didn't answer right away. I honestly wasn't sure what to say. Our friends were currently half dead in tubs of ice. Surely this wasn't the best time to have a heart to heart. Pulling my eyes away from the metal baths I finally looked at Isaac. Scott has clearly been teaching him now to exploit the puppy dog eyes.

"look Isaac I don't think.."

"I get it."

"You do?" I pulled a face. He got it? What did he get because I definitely didn't get it. Whatever it was.

Part of me wondered if we were finally going to talk about the kiss at the motel or maybe he wanted advice on, well I drew a blank on what I could possibly advise him on. I had enjoyed our little back and forth but I'd never really imagined us going anywhere. I'd wanted to help him, I wasn't completely heartless but surely he knew we weren't a thing. Right? Oh god he had turned fully to face me and he had that expression. The one people use when they are about to confess.

"You like him, right. That's why you don't want to talk about the,"

I laughed a little louder than necessary. That hadn't been the statement I was expecting. "like who? Stiles? No, no that isn't a thing, at least not anymore. Honestly that isn't it. I just don't think this would end well." I placed a light kiss on his cheek. "You're sweet. You deserve so much more than, well."

Isaac looked confused by what I'd said but didn't question it. Honestly I didn't give him a chance to really, I did what I was best at and ran away from the situation. I found Lydia lining up cans of pop on the front counter, clearly trying to amuse herself. Pulling the business cards Deaton kept neatly piled on the desk I joined her and started to construct a less than perfect tower.

At about 16 hours the others finally woke up. They had been keen to get started until we informed them just how long they had been out. As we did I couldn't help but wonder what the potential side effects would be. I mean surely being suspended in a near dead state for 16 hours was going to come at a price.

With the full moon rising in less than four hour we set to work planning. Though none of us agreed with Scott's suiside mission. He was adamant that we needed the alpha packs help and would not back down from the idea of returning to them. His plan sucked. More so than any other plans we had tried to execute in the past and that was saying something.

Before we could leave to start acting out this horrendous plan another problem arose. Ethan hurtled through the doors blocking our path.

"What do you want?" Lydia snapped.

Ethan straighten up and looked directly at the girl who had just berrated him, "I need your help."

"With what?"

"Stopping my brother and Kali... from killing Derek." Why couldn't the world just deal us one problem at a time?

While the others continued with our original, idiotic, plan I followed Lydia to the loft.

The moment we arrived Ethan sprung into an explanation, "We know about the lunar eclipse, So don't think kali's gonna sit around waiting for it to level the playing field. She's coming, and my brother's coming with her."

The eclipse had been the only positive about Scott's plan! With that element gone we didn't stand a chance. I started the pace while Peter and Cora tried to convince Derek to flee. How anyone could think staying was a good idea was beyond me. It wasn't like he was invincible. How could you not be terrified of the idea of two homicidal werewolves coming for you?

Derek folded his arms defensively, "How do you know I'm gonna lose?"

"We don't, but I'll bet she has an idea." Peter replied and gestured towards Lydia. "Don't you, Lydia?"

"I don't know anything."

"But you feel something, don't you?"

Lydia eyed each of us carefully before finally confessing, "I feel like... I'm standing in a graveyard." Lovely. That was a cheerful sentiment that just filled me with optimism. Derek seemed to falter slightly at her words too and Cora managed to coerce him out of the loft.

Stupidly I let Ethan and Lydia talk me into staying. While the Hales had all hightailed it we stalled. Toying with the idea of waiting for Aiden and asking for his help. Neither of them thought we were in any sort of danger and I didn't feel like explaining why Kali terrified me. So instead I bit back my fear and put on a brave face when the leather clad she-wolf arrived.

The lofts alarm blared as they arrived. It's excessive volume cutting through the otherwise silent room like a blade. The noise was soon followed by another. Claws against metal. Then silence. Nimble hands made quick work of the door and soon Kali entered the room.

But I wasn't as scared as I thought I'd be. Maybe Lydia's endless confidence was influencing me. Now don't get me wrong I was scared. My hands felt clammy and my heart was pounding against my rib cage. I just wasn't spiraling any further. Maybe now the monster in my nightmares had a face it was just the same as every monster we encountered Or maybe it was just that Ethan had placed himself squarely between us and the approaching predator.

"Where is he?"

"You just missed him," I spat out trying my hardest to keep my voice steady.

Lydia didn't seem to have that issue. "I think he said he was heading out to do some shopping, run a few errands, The usual werewolf afternoon."

"Who do you think you're talking to?"

"Someone in desperate need of a pedicure. I'd be happy to give you a referral." By this point I'd reach across to her. Trying to get her to shut up. Sure I might not be spirally into a panicked frenzy but antagonising a murderous monster was not a great plan.

Kali didn't seem to approve of Lydia's snarky comments either. She took a step towards the redhead, who I had successfully pulled further behind Ethan, but stopped when a low growl rumbled from the other new arrival. She lifted an eyebrow at Aiden And her lips pulled back into a sneer, " Did someone take their little assignment too seriously?"

"She is not the problem," Aiden snarled back as he moved to join his brother. I was thankful for the add body as Kali's eyes glowed fiercely.

"Maybe the problem is where your loyalties lie."

Finally understanding the gravity of the situation Lydia shuffled backwards putting space between us and our werewolf blockade, "Oh, god. Is this about to get violent?"

"You're only just worrying about that?" I questioned as I gripped her arm tightly. I imagine she would end up with a bruise from my vice like grip but honestly it served her right for winding the wolf up.

But the attack never came, or at least Kali's attack never came. Rolls of thunder washed over the roof and heavy rain lashed at the windows. As one particularly bright fork of thunder lit up the skyline the windows above us shattered,

Ms Blake, Jennifer, Julia made her entrance.

Landing with the skill and ease of a supernatural creature she paused in a crouch momentarily before straightening up. Her eyes shifted between Kali and the Twins. "So who wants to go first?"

Kali growled and readied herself for battle. She clearly wasn't going to be bested by her old pack mate again. As the women circled each other I nudged Lydia towards the door. My gaze never leaving the fight. Julia was moving just as fast, if not faster than any werewolf we'd fought against. Their bodies twisted in a harsh back and forth. They were almost equally matched, almost.

Another bolt of lightning eliminated the loft. As it did Julia's mask dropped for all to see. Even Kali paused at the sight. "That's right, kali. Look at me. Look at my face. Do you know what it takes to be able to look like this, To be able to look normal?"

"I don't care."

Julia smiles back in response. "It takes power. Power like this."

The glass that littered the floor began to tremble and shake. Coming to a standstill I watched in awe as the tiny shards rose up into the air. A buzz of energy circling around the room as Julia lifted the deadly weapons upward. With one quick jerk of her hand the glass shot forward. I gagged at the result and Lydia whimpered begin me. Several larger pieces protruded from Kali's body. Very inch of her had been hit by Julia's attack.

She tried to step forward. Blood flowed down her face as one of the larger pieces jutted out from her temple. "I- I should've" her words were slurred and she could barely take another step. " I should've ripped her head off!" Kali let out one last roar as her body slumped forward, she wasn't getting up. My monster was finally going to be gone but I didn't have the time to celebrate.

Every curse word that I knew filled my head as I watched this slim, unimposing women brutally rip the twins apart. They had even managed to land a single hit. She discarded their unconscious bodies as if it were nothing and turned to face us.

"Don't come any closer," I couldn't help but cringe at how pathetic I sounded. Any courage I had mustered up earlier in front of Kali had fizzled and now I was a trembling mess. Again.

She didn't listen. She continued to approach. Her tone contradicted the bloodbath behind her. "I don't want to hurt you Emma, but I will if you don't move."

It was then that I realised she wasn't moving towards us to hurt us, no she was trying to get to Lydia. I was just in the way. I sunk my feet into the ground and steadied my stance. I wasn't going to move. I could see the frustration growing in her as gridded her teeth at my defiance.

With one final look of annoyance she flung her arms forward and sent broken shards of glass hurtling through the air towards us. We were going to end up like Kali and neither of us would be able to recover from these wounds. I pulled my arms up into a cross trying to shield my face and chest from the worst of it but the pain never came.

Prying one eye open I peered through my arms to find thousands of sharp projectiles frozen in midair. Lydia gasped and the glass fell to the floor with a deafening clatter. I glanced back at Lydia to see if perhaps she had seen what had happened but she merely stared back with wide eyes.

"So you can use its power, I knew you would be able to. I mean it was you that got me to the Nemiton all those years ago. We're connected." She looked far too happy for someone who had killed three people within the last hour. Her boots kicked aside the fallen glass until she was directly in front of me. My body felt heavy. And my limbs hung uselessly by my side as if I'd finished a gruelling workout. Her hand came up to cup the side of cheek in familiar motion. Her thumb dressing a loose strand of hair from my eyes. "You can feel it, I know you can. Now move aside Emma."

I didn't move.

She looked so disappointed in me. Her grip on the side of my face tightened and with little more than a flick of her wrist she sent me across the room like a rag doll. Lydia's scream was the last thing I heard before my head slammed into the bricked wall of Derek's loft.

When I came to I was surprise to find myself in the back room of the animal clinic. The harsh lighting forced me to squint as I surveyed the room. Deaton and Cora were hunched over a pair of metal tables, which seemed to be acting as medical beds for the limb bodies of the twins. How we have gotten here remained a mystery and one I wasn't overly concerned with at first.

My first real worry as I regained control of my sore body was where Lydia was. My head spun as I bolted upright. Cora turned to face me and before I could demand to know what was going on a pair of hands grasped my arm stopping me from stumbling clumsily to my feet.

"Easy, it's okay," Lydia eases me back down into the chair. I sighed heavily in relief at the sight of her. She looked untouched.

She took the time to explain exactly what had happened after I was knocked out. From them getting help for the twins who were miraculously still breathing to Scott's positive confirmation that everything was over. I couldn't help but scoff in disbelief at her cheery recount. This was definitely not over. There was no way it would have been that easy but she didn't share my pessimism.

Once the twins were stable and Deaton was happy to watch over them alone we went our separate whys. Cora running off in the distance to wherever the other Hales had decided to hole up and Lydia drove me home. I pulled my hair forward to hide the developing bruise on my temple as I let myself into the house. No one was up as I crept up the stairs and slid into my room.

I fell into a restless sleep as the event of the last few weeks played out in bizarre half true dreams. That was until a sudden searing pain jolted my entire body upward. I scrambled to my feet, twisting around frantically trying to find the source of the pain but my room was empty. My notebooks and print out littered the floor and my desk chair had been knocked on the side as if a whirl wind had crashed through the room. I stared in confusion at the mess. If I had taken a moment to look up I would have seen my reflection. I would have seen the eerie blue glow of my pupiless eyes.

thanks lawrence3830 for the favourite!

akagami hime chan: oh yeah I would totally suspect the hell out of Emma if she had been in the show! I would have been shout at the screen telling them not to trust her.

3A is all done!

Also in case you are like me and love getting fic suggestions, Ive just read the most amazing derek/oc called The Skeptic by alvfr. Go check it out! give them some love and enjoy!