Ares's Pov

The guys and I were now alone in the Sheriff's office.

We're crowded around Scott's phone to listen to Allison speak as she was on speaker.

Allison called us to tell us that she found out that someone is controlling Jackson when he's the Kanima.

That opens new doors for us, meaning we need to get more answers.

"If Jackson doesn't know what he's doing then he probably doesn't know someone's controlling him" Allison said.

"Or he doesn't remember" I added.

"What if it's the same kind of thing that happened with Lydia when she took off from the hospital?" Stiles asked.

"A fugue state?" Allison asked.

"He'd have to forget everything. The murder" Scott said.

"Getting rid of the blood" Allison added.

"Yeah, he had help with one thing though. The video" Stiles said.

"And someone else helped him forget that" I added.

"Whoever's controlling him" Scott finished.

"Are you sure Jackson has no clue about any of this?" Allison asked.

"He thinks he's still becoming a werewolf and that being with Lydia somehow delayed the whole thing" I rolled my eyes.

The jackass still thinks that it's Lydia's fault when it's really not.

"So do we try and convince him he's not?" Allison asked.

"If it helps us find out who's controlling him, then yeah" Scott nodded. 

"Do you think he'll talk to us after what we did?" Allison asked.

"Yeah, it's us. He'll talk to us" Stiles nodded.

He looks at us with worry in his eyes.

"Right?" Stiles asked.

A Few Minutes Later

We were moved into an interrogation room once Mr. Stilinski was done talking to Mr. Whittemore.

He called Ms. McCall and Emerson over.

The two of them came, along with Mr. Blackwell.

Right now Scott and Stiles were sitting together at the table with Mr. Stilinski standing across from them and Mr. Whittemore standing near them.

Ms. McCall was standing nearby, her back pressed against the wall and a hand covering her mouth.

Emerson and I were standing near her with Mr. Blackwell standing behind us.

"You will not go within 50 feet of Jackson Whittemore. You will not speak to him. You will not approach him. You will not assault or harass him physically or psychologically" Mr. Stilinski said.

He was reading off everything that was said on the restraining order.

So, Mr. Whittemore talked to Jackson and they have agreed not to press charges.

However, it's clear that Mr. Whittemore doesn't want us near his son.

So this is what they came up with.

I'm just confused as to why Mr. Stilinski is reading it off to Scott and Stiles and not me.

It makes me worry that I'm going to get a different punishment.

"What about school?" Stiles asked.

"You can attend classes while attempting to maintain a 50 foot distance" Mr. Stilinski told him.

"Bu...ok, what if we both have to use the bathroom at the same time and there's only two stalls available and they're only right next to each other?" Stiles asked.

I gave my boyfriend a deadpan look while Mr. Stilinski glared at his son.

I love my boy, I do, but he really needs to learn when to be quiet.

"Stiles, babe, please shut up" I sighed.

"Listen to your boyfriend, son" Mr. Whittemore sternly said.

Stiles cleared his throat and said, "I'll just hold it".

Mr. Stilinski sighed before looking at me.

This made my heart drop, wondering if my punishment is worse than theirs.

"Ares, you're off the hook" Mr. Stilinski said.

"What?" I asked, my eyes wide in shock.

Scott and Stiles look shocked as well.

"How?" I asked.

"You can thank Mr. Blackwell. He and I were good friends, we still are, and he convinced me not to press any charges or have a restraining order against you" Mr. Whittemore explained.

I looked at Em and saw her nodding her head, confirming that it was true.

I looked at Mr. Blackwell and saw him smiling at me while sending me a wink.

I smiled back at him and nodded, thanking him for what he's done.

Em smiled and nodded at Mr. Blackwell before leading me out of the room.

Ms. McCall grabbed Scott by his arm and dragged him out the room.

Mr. Stilinski grabbed Stiles by his arm and dragged him out the room too.

Em and I stopped in the middle of the hallway and she turned to me.

"Listen, I get that you and the others wanted to stop Jackson from killing anyone but maybe kidnapping him and keeping him locked in a van wasn't the best way to go" Em sighed.

"I know but we didn't know what else to do" I told her.

"Next time just try and think of something else. Alright?" Em asked.

I sighed but nodded my head in understanding.

I opened my mouth to ask her about the Eric situation when Mr. Blackwell called out to my sister.

"Wait here, I'll be back" Em told me.

I nodded and watched her walk to Mr. Blackwell so they could talk.

I hear talking nearby, it sounded like Ms. McCall and Scott.

I turned around and walked into the direction I heard the voices in and saw the mother and son duo talking.

Stiles was nearby, listening to them.

I walked closer and stood behind my boyfriend to hear what Ms. McCall was saying.

Ms. McCall looked back and when she saw us an idea popped into her head.

She turned back to Scott while saying, "no Stiles".

I raised an eyebrow at that while Scott looked shocked.

I looked at my boyfriend and saw that he looked shocked as well.

"No Stiles?" Stiles asked, stepping forward.

"No Stiles!" Ms. McCall yelled, indicating how serious she was.

Stiles nodded and stepped back.

I chuckled and shook my head before patting my boyfriend on the back for comfort.

"And no more car privileges. Give me your keys" Ms. McCall said, holding her hands out. 

Scott hesitated and it looked like he wanted to say something for her to reconsider.

"Give 'em to me!" Ms McCall demanded.

Scott nodded and dug into his pocket for his keys.

He took out his keys and placed them into his moms waiting hand.

"Oh, for the love of god" Ms. McCall sighed, struggling to get the keys off.

"Mom, you want me to-" Scott started but was cut off.

"No" Ms. McCall shook her head.

"Mom, come on, let me just..." Scott trailed off.

Ms. McCall ignored him and continued to struggle getting the keys off.

"Mom" Scott softly said, wrapping his hand around hers.

Ms. McCall still held a grip on the keys and looked into her sons concerned eyes.

"What is going on with you? Is this about Allison?" Scott asked.

Scott glanced at us and we shook our heads at him.

"Do you really wanna know?" Scott asked.

"Yeah" Ms. McCall nodded.

Scott glanced at us, again, but we kept shaking our heads at him.

There's no way he's going to tell his mom. It's not happening.

We didn't tell Mr. Stilinski we sure as hell aren't telling his mother.

"Is this about your father? It is, isn't it?" Ms. McCall asked.

Well, if she wants to believe that then alright.

But trust me this has nothing to do with Scott's deadbeat father. 

Scott barely mentions his father and when he does nothing but anger and resentment is shown in his tone.

"Ok, you know what, um...we'll talk about this at home. I'm gonna go get the car" Ms. McCall told him.

She pats his shoulder before walking away.

Scott sighed and walked over to us, clear sadness and guilt in his eyes.

"I'm the worst son ever" Scott told us.

"Well, I'm not exactly winning any prizes either" Stiles sighed.

The three of us look into the interrogation room we were in to see Mr. Whittemore yelling at Mr. Stilinski, his face red with anger and him pointing a finger at Mr. Stilinski.

I sighed and rested my head on Stiles's shoulder.

Stiles said nothing, just wrapped an arm around my waist.

The Next Day
Emerson's Pov

It was the next day and, fortunately, I didn't have work today from either of my jobs.

Which is good because I need today to just get drunk.

Which is what I'm currently doing right now.

I'm sitting on the couch chugging down my third bottle of beer.

I'm not drunk but I'm slowly getting there, maybe I need to drink one or two more.

I'm already dealing with enough shit.

With helping Derek train Isaac, Erica and Boyd and Jackson being the Kanima it's alot of work.

We also have the hunters to worry about, the Argents.

While I don't have a problem with Chris, because I know he's different than his family and other hunters, I can't say the same for his wife and his father.

Gerard Argent.

My parents always talked about how he was bad news and the worst out of every hunter.

Even the Hales talked about how he was bad news and how it was best to stay away from him.

And now that he's here, mainly to mourn his daughter and take avenge her, it's got me on edge.

It has Derek and the kids on edge too.

Oh, what else am I forgetting?

Oh, right.

Eric Ridley popping out of nowhere to sue us so he can take our house and our money.

And apparently his birth name is Eric Archer, the oldest son of my parents.

Meaning mine and Ares's older brother.

A brother we never even knew we had.

God, luck isn't on my side.

The only good thing is that Mr. Whittemore, Jackson's adoptive father, didn't file a restraining order against Ares.

Or worse, press charges.

That might be the only good thing that has happened so far.

I have Mr. Blackwell to thank after all.

A sigh escaped my lips and as I was about to take a sip of my beer I heard a knock at my door.

A frown appeared on my face, confusion coursing through my body.

Who the hell is here at this hour?

It's not Ares, he has his own key and he's at school.

It's not Derek because I called him and asked if we could hang out but he said he was busy with something.

And it's definitely not Eric and his lawyer.

They said they would come tomorrow, unfortunately.

So, who the hell could it be?

I set my beer on top of the table that was in the living room before getting up from the couch.

I made my way to the front door and opened the door to see who was on the other side.

Oh how I wish I just ignored whoever had knocked.

Because it was Gerard Argent.

"Hello, Ms. Archer. How are you?" Gerard asked, a fake smile plastered on his face.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, scowling.

My hand immediately went inside my sweater pocket.

The pocket that held my switchblade.

I'm not afraid to take it out and use it against this old man if he decides to try anything.

"I just came here to see you, say hi and see how things are going. Especially with your parents being gone" Gerard said.

"Yeah, you can thank your daughter for that" I scowled.

This man has alot of nerve showing up here.

He has alot of nerve mentioning my parents when his fucking daughter is the reason they are dead.

She's the reason Derek's family are dead.

"Yes, I'm aware of what Kate did" Gerard nodded.

And he sure as hell ain't sorry for what she did.

I know he feels that way.

"But you have to understand that maybe it was deserved" Gerard said.

This made me glare at him, taking out the switchblade that was in my pocket.

I didn't let the knife out.

Not yet at least.

"Excuse me?" I asked, trying my best to keep my anger in.

"Your parents were hunters, just like my family are, and they were friends with werewolves. The Hale family to be exact. They betrayed their own kind for animals like them. If anything, they're bad people" Gerard shrugged.

Is it worth going to jail if I kill this old man?

Nobody will miss him.

Trust me.

I doubt Chris would even notice he's missing.

"Our parents were great people. Don't talk about them like you knew them. If you ever insult either of them in front of me again I will beat your ass to a pulp" I scowled.

Gerard laughed, raising an eyebrow at me, nothing but amusement in his eyes.

"Threatening an old man? Weren't you taught better than that, Ms. Archer?" Gerard asked.

"I was taught to never give respect to someone that doesn't deserve it" I told him.

Which is true.

That's something my parents always taught me as I grew up.

Gerard's amusement vanished at my words and was now replaced with anger.

He was about to say something but I stopped him.

"Get the hell out of here and don't show up here again, old man" I warned.

He better take my warning seriously.

Because if he shows up here again I will not hesitate to kill him.

I didn't wait for him to say anything and shut the door in his face.

After making sure it was locked I walked into the living room and sat down on the couch.

I sighed before grabbing my phone to call Derek and tell him what happened.

Lets just hope he doesn't go crazy and attack Gerard.

Ares's Pov

Stiles and I were currently trying to find Lydia to ask her something.

Apparently, Allison had her translate the Latin reading that has all the information about the Kanima.

So now we know that Stiles was right about the murders with the Kanima being involved in it.

That much was obvious.

Apparently the Kanima is a weapon of vengeance. 

Allison told us a story about this South American priest who uses the kanima to execute murderers in his village

And when the bond grew stronger the Kanima killed whoever he wanted to.

The reason we're trying to find Lydia is so she can tell us if she knows anything about Jackson's real parents.

We think that all of this has something to do with his real parents.

We don't know what's happened to them but maybe Lydia does.

After all, her and Jackson dated for a while.

She has to know something.

We managed to find her and we didn't beat around the bush and asked her straight away.

We needed answers and we needed them now.

"I'm not supposed to tell anyone" Lydia told us.

And we should've known that this was going to be a challenge.

"Come on, anyone who ever says 'I'm not supposed to tell anyone' is always dying to tell someone, so tell us" Stiles demanded. 

"Why do you guys wanna know?" Lydia asked.

"I can't tell you that" Stiles shook his head. 

"Then I'm not telling either of you" Lydia shrugged.

"But you are telling us that you could tell us something if you wanted to tell us?" Stiles asked.

I looked at him weirdly causing Lydia to stop walking and look at him weirdly too.

"Was that a question?" Lydia and I asked in unison.

"It felt like a question" Stiles shrugged. 

"Well, tell me if this feels like an answer. No" Lydia tightly smiled at him.

She patted my shoulder and walked away.

Stiles and I sighed before going after her.

We can't just leave this alone, we need answers.

If she knows what happened to his parents we have to find out.

We're not letting this go until we can convince her to tell us.

However, before we could catch up with her someone shoved the two of us against a nearby wall.

"What the hell?" I asked, confused.

I looked up to see Erica walking towards us with a smirk on her face.

"Oh, hey, Erica" Stiles greeted her.

Erica ignored his greeting and placed her hand on his chest, her claws coming out.

I tensed, Stiles did too, and scooted closer to my boyfriend.

"Why are you asking Lydia about Jackson's real parents?" Erica asked.

"Why are you bringing out the claws on camera?" Stiles asked.

Erica frowned before looking around and her eyes widened when she saw the camera.

She quickly retracted her hand from my boyfriend's chest and her claws disappeared.

"Yeah, that's right" I nodded with a faint smirk.

"You wanna play catwoman? I'll be your batman" Stiles added.

Stiles grabbed my arm and dragged me with him, wanting to get away from Erica.

But we were stopped by said girl herself.

"If you're wondering about Jackson's real parents, they're about half a mile from here" Erica told us.

Stiles and I glanced at each other before turning around to look at Erica.

"In Beacon Hills cemetery" Erica finished.

Our eyes widened at that revelation.

"I'm sure you're familiar with that, Ares. Given your parents are there too" Erica smiled.

This little...

I glared at her and stomped forward but Stiles quickly held me back.

Erica turned around and walked away but the two of us quickly followed her.

If she knew about them being dead she must know about how they died.

"Do you know how they died?" Stiles asked once we caught up to her.

"Maybe. If you tell me why you're both so interested" Erica said.

"Um..." Stiles trailed off.

"Well..." I trailed off.

Neither of us knew what to say.

We sure as hell can't tell her it's because we know the Kanima is Jackson.

Unfortunately, luck is never on our side.

Because Erica stopped walking, causing us to stop as well, and looked at us with wide eyes.

"It's him, isn't it?" Erica asked.

"What?" I asked, trying to act confused.

"Who? Him who?" Stiles asked, playing along with me.

"The test didn't work, but it's still him. It's Jackson" Erica smirked.

We said nothing and that seemed to be enough for her.

She walked away causing Stiles and I to look at each other, clearly panicking.

Now that Erica knew Jackson is the Kanima she's going to tell Derek and he's going to kill him.

Stiles and I quickly followed after Erica and luckily she hadn't gone too far.

"You can't tell Derek, ok? There's a lot more to this that you don't know about" I told her.

"And just because you got the Alpha bite makeover doesn't give you a license to go around destroying people" Stiles added.

Erica stopped walking and turned to look at us.

"Why not? That's all anybody ever used to do to me. Only person that stood up for me was Ares" Erica said.

I sighed and opened my mouth to say something when Erica looked at Stiles.

"I used to have the worst crush in the world on you" Erica revealed.

My eyes widened at that, I couldn't believe what she was saying.

I looked at Stiles and saw him staring at her with wide eyes too.

"Yeah, you, Stiles. And you never once even noticed me. Which makes more sense now considering you're gay and only had eyes for Ares" Erica rolled her eyes. 

But Stiles didn't seem to be listening to her.

I frowned when I saw that his eyes were on something else.

I looked at what he was looking at and my eyebrows furrowed together when I saw a puddle of water coming out of the boys locker room.

"Exactly how you're not noticing me right now" Erica huffed.

Erica frowned when she realized that neither of us were looking at her.

She turned around and her eyebrows furrowed together when she saw the puddle of water.

All of the sudden Scott came crashing out the door and fell to the ground. 

Then Jackson walked out of the locker room and went to grab Scott.

"Scott, Scott, Scott! Guys!" Stiles yelled.

The three of us rushed towards them and pulled them off of each other.

Stiles and I grabbed onto Scott while Erica grabbed onto Jackson.

Allison ran out of the locker room, looking worried as she glanced between Scott and Jackson.

"What the hell's going on? Hey! Enough! Enough!" Mr. Harris yelled.

The guys finally stopped when Mr. Harris walked over to us.

"What do you idiots think you're doing? Jackson! Calm down! Mr. McCall, you wanna explain yourself?" Mr. Harris asked.

Jackson and Scott remained silent.

"Stilinski? Archer?" Mr. Harris asked.

Stiles and I looked at each other and shrugged.

We heard someone clear their throat and turned around to see Matt.

"You dropped this" Matt said, holding out Allison's tablet.

Mr. Harris snatched it from him causing Matt to glare at him slightly.

"You and you" Mr. Harris said, pointing at Scott and Jackson.

But then he stopped, seemingly having a debate inside his head.

"Actually, all of you. Detention. Three o'clock" Mr. Harris said, pointing at all of us.

"Hold the fuck up, how is that fair?" I asked, confused and annoyed.

"Yeah, those two were fighting and we just tried to stop them" Stiles added.

"I don't care. All of you, detention" Mr. Harris sternly said.

"At least let Matt off the hook, he didn't do anything" I sighed.

No way was I about to let Matt get detention because of us.

"All of you, detention. Three o'clock" Mr. Harris said before walking away.

I glared at him before looking at Matt apologetically.

Matt sighed and waved me off, smiling to reassure me that it was alright.

At The Library

When it reached three o'clock all of us went straight to the library like Mr. Harris said.

When we got there Mr. Harris was waiting for us, go figure.

Allison, Jackson and Matt went to go sit at a table together.

Erica, Stiles, Scott and I sat at a table together.

"Oh, uh, we can't be in detention together. I have a restraining order against these tools" Jackson said as he sat down.

"All of these tools?" Mr. Harris asked.

"No, just us tools" Stiles rolled his eyes, pointing at himself and Scott.

"Fine. You two, over there" Mr. Harris said.

Stiles and Scott grabbed their things and went to go sit at another table nearby.

I sighed and leaned back against my seat with my arms crossed over my chest.

Mr. Harris sat down at the desk and begins to type on the computer.

I could see Scott and Stiles talking, no doubt about Jackson and him being the Kanima.

I look over at Erica and see her writing in her book.

Either she's doing homework or she's just writing in a journal.

A bit of time has passed with all of us sitting in silence, doing nothing or do something to busy ourselves.

All of a sudden we hear Jackson groaning causing all of us to look at him.

I frown slightly when I see the pain he's in.

"You ok?" Matt asked, worried.

Jackson shook his head before grabbing his bag and getting up.

"I have to go to the bathroom" Jackson said.

"Are you alright? Hey, you don't look so good" Mr. Harris frowned.

No shit sherlock.

"I just need to get some water" Jackson told him.

He left the library and Mr. Harris got up and walked to the door.

But before he could leave he looked at all of us.

"No one leave their seats" Mr. Harris sternly said.

He turned around and walked out of the library.

Once he was gone Stiles and Scott got out of their seats and rushed over to the table Erica and I were sat at.

Stiles pulled his chair closer to mine so he could be close to me.

While Scott sat across from us.

"Stiles and Ares say you know how Jackson's parents died" Scott said.

"Maybe" Erica shrugged.

"Talk" Scott demanded.

Erica sighed before closing her book and setting it down along with her pen.

"It was a car accident. My dad was the insurance investigator, and every time he sees Jackson drive by in his Porsche, he makes some comment about the huge settlement he'll be getting when he's 18" Erica explained.

"So not only is Jackson rich now, but he's getting even richer at 18?" Stiles asked in disbelief.

"Yep" Erica nodded.

"There's something so deeply wrong with that" Stiles rolled his eyes.

"Tell me about it. When my parents died they left us money but Em made it clear that the money is going to pay for me to go to college. Meaning it won't be touched until then" I sighed.

I wish they had left us more money.

Not for me, but for Em.

She works two jobs just to make sure that we still have our house, food at the table and beds for us to sleep in.

Not only that but she's considering looking for another job now that Isaac is living with us.

And that's the last thing I want for her.

Erica grabbed her laptop and opened it up.

"You know what? I could try to find the insurance report on my dad's inbox. He keeps everything" Erica said.

That's good.

Maybe we can find more information off of it.

"Scott McCall, please report to the principal's office" Ms. Argent announced.

Oh, did I forget that Allison's mom is now teaching here?

Scott looked confused, so were the rest of us.

Stiles and I shrugged at him and watched as he got up and left the library.

A minute passed and Jackson and Mr. Harris returned.

Mr. Harris sat back down at the desk while Jackson sat back down at his seat.

I tore my eyes away from both of them and looked at Erica's computer as she pulled up the report.

"Whoa, look the dates" Stiles said.

"Passengers arrived at the hospital DOA. The estimated time of death, 9:26 P.M June 14, 1995" Erica read off what was said.

"Jackson's birthday is June 15th" I frowned.

Stiles nodded which made the three of us look at each other.

Did Jackson's father die first but his mother was still alive?

Did Jackson's mother die after giving birth to him?

It would make sense since his birthday is on the 15th of June.

All of a sudden we hear Mr. Harris packing up his things which means that detention is over.

All of us get up and began to pack our things, ready to leave and go home.

Only for Mr. Harris to stop us.

"Oh, no, I'm sorry. Uh, yes, I'm leaving. But none of you are" Mr. Harris said.

Are you freaking kidding me?

"You may go when you're done with the re-shelving" Mr. Harris said, gesturing to the books that were on the cart.

Everyone groaned while I was trying my best not to attack that freaking asshole.

"Enjoy the rest of your evening" Mr. Harris smirked.

"You know what, you can go fuck yourself" I scowled.

Everyone's head snapped in my direction, their eyes widening at my words.

"Excuse me?" Mr. Harris asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"In case you're deaf, which I'm sure you are given you didn't hear me, I said go fuck yourself. Have fun being home alone since you have no wife to return to" I scoffed.

Stiles and Erica both burst out laughing.

Jackson and Matt snorted in amusement. 

Allison covered her mouth to stifle her laughter. 

Mr. Harris fumed, his face turning red with a mixture of anger and embarrassment.

He tried to say something but no words came out of his mouth.

He just turned around and stormed out of the library.

"Piece of shit" I muttered.

"My love, have I told you how amazing you are?" Stiles asked.

"Only everyday" I shrugged, grinning.

Stiles laughed before pulling me into a kiss causing me to hum and kiss him back.

An Hour Later.

When Scott came back from the office he met up with Allison, Stiles and I.

Right now the four of us were standing around a book cart in an aisle as we talked about what happened the night of Jackson's birth.

"It means he was born after his mom died by c-section. They had to pull him out of her dead body" Stiles explained.

I mean, at least they saved Jackson.

Even if his mom, along with his dad, weren't so lucky.

"So was it an accident or not?" Allison asked.

"The word all over the report is inconclusive" I said.

"Then his parents could have been murdered?" Scott asked.

If they were murdered, I have to say I feel bad for him.

Because I know what it feels like to have your parents taken away from you.

But it sucks more for Jackson because he never got to meet his, he was just a baby when they died.

"If they were, then it falls in line with the kanima myth. You know? It seeks out and kills murderers" Stiles said.

"But for Jackson? Or the person controlling him?" Allison asked. 

"We have to talk to him. We have to tell him" Scott said.

"He's not gonna l-" Allison started but Scott ignored her.

We watched as he left to go find Jackson and tell him about his biological parents.

I don't know what he's going to tell him when I'm sure he's aware of how they died.

Suddenly there was a burst of glass and sparks and a light above went out.

Allison, Stiles and I screamed completely confused and scared as to what was going on.

"Erica!" Scott yelled.

Allison and I go to find Erica but Stiles quickly grabs us and pulls us to the ground with him.

Stiles covers my body with his while Allison protects herself by using her arms to cover herself.

We heard a crash and we look up to see Scott crashing into a book cart, groans of pain escaping his lips.

The library goes quiet which makes Stiles, Allison and I look around for any sort of threat. 

Scott peers up from the pile of books, blinking as he looks around to find Jackson.

We gesture for him to come to us and he quickly does.

He moves to stand in front of us and crouches down while holding an arm out.

Allison moves closer to him and grips his arm while I grip onto Stiles's arm.

And we do find him.

He's standing at an easel chalkboard and his head lolls to the side and his eyes hold a  distant look as his slowly lifts up his arm.

Chalk in his clawed hand, Jackson begins writing on the board and his head never turns so we could see what he's doing.

But it looks like someone is controlling him, that much we know and is obvious.

The chalk in his hand now falls to the floor and his head moves to look at us with a glowing-eyed stare.

I yelped when Jackson suddenly darts forward. 

His hands hit the carpet as he drops to all fours, he leaps up and smashes through the window of the library.

When we're certain that he's gone and not coming back we all get up from the ground and walk out of our hiding place.

We look over at the chalkboard to see words written on it.

Stay out of my way. Or I'll kill you all.

Well that's not threatening at all.

Notice my sarcasm?

I walked away from the chalkboard and go to find Erica.

My eyes widen when I find her lying on the ground, paralyzed.

Not only that but she was moving around weirdly.

"Erica!" I yelled.

I rush over to her and crouch down, bringing her body into my arms.

Stiles rushes over and crouches down at her other side.

Allison runs over to check on Matt, hopefully he's alright.

Erica starts thrashing in my arms and I struggle to make her stay still.

"Whoa, hey, hey, hey, hey! I think she's having a seizure" Stiles yelled.

"He's alive!" Allison yelled.

Thank god.

The last thing we need is another dead body.

"Hey, we need to get Erica and Matt to a hospital" I said.

"Derek, only to Derek" Erica said.

"When we get her to the hospital-" Scott started but was cut off.

"To Derek. To Derek" Erica said.

It's clear that she isn't going anywhere but to Derek.

Which makes sense considering he's basically her alpha since he bit her.

"Go" Allison said.

Scott looked at her and shook his head and rushed over to her.

"Scott!" Stiles and I yelled.

I can hear Scott and Allison talking but I just tone them out since I really don't want to listen.

Right now Erica is our priority with the way she's thrashing and clearly in pain.

I catch a glimpse of Scott kissing Allison on her forehead before rushing back over to us.

Scott grabs Erica from me and carries her bridal style and walks out of the library.

Stiles and I hold hands and immediately follow behind him.

An Hour Later

It took us a while but we finally made it to where Erica said Derek would be.

We arrive at the railway depot with Erica, who's still being carried by Scott, but she's barely moving. 

Nothing but strained breaths are escaping from her lips. 

"Derek!" Scott yelled, running down the stairs.

Stiles and I were following right behind him.

"Em!" I yelled.

With her and Derek dating, them being mates, she definitely has to be here.

And I was right.

Derek and Em appeared and, as I should've expected, they were half naked and their hairs were messy. 

They were confused, and annoyed, but the second they saw the state Erica was in they gestured for us to follow them.

We obeyed and watched as Em grabbed Derek's shirt and tossed it to him. 

Em grabbed her sweater and quickly put it on.

We walk into some dusted train and Scott lies Erica down on the ground before moving away.

"Hold her up" Em ordered.

Stiles, being the one close to where Erica is, holds her in his arms and holds her up.

"Is she dying?" Stiles asked, worried.

"She might. Which is why this is gonna hurt" Derek sighed.

I was confused but my eyes widen when Derek grabs Erica's arm and presses down on it, breaking it.

Erica's eyes snap open and a loud scream escapes from her lips.

"You broke her arm!" I yelled.

"Ares, it'll trigger the healing process" Em told me.

Man, I still have more to learn about what werewolves can do.

"I still gotta get the venom out. This is where it's really gonna hurt" Derek gritted his teeth.

He gripped his hands around her broken arm, digging his claws into her arm.

Erica screams, blood infused with the viscous Kanima venom spills across the floor, and small tears stream down her cheeks.

I wince and look away causing Em to wrap her arms around me, comforting me.

Scott winced as well and tried his best to block out the screams of pain.

Finally, Derek finished and Erica slowly calmed down.

I sighed in relief, Em did the same, while Scott leaned back against the wall.

Erica panted heavily before looking up at Stiles causing him to look at her. 

"Stiles, you make a good batman" Erica told him.

"Thanks" Stiles told her with a small smile.

Erica nods and looks over at me.

"I can see why you love him so much" Erica softly said.

I say nothing, just offer her a small smile while nodding my head at her.

Erica sighs before falling limp in Stiles's arm, clearly exhausted by what happened.

Not that I blame her.