Chapter 27

Casually, I stood near the back entrance of the hospital glancing around every so often checking for people. It was pretty late and visiting hours ended about twenty minutes ago, so there wasn't too many people I had to worry about. I had gone a minute or so ahead of Isaac and Scott to scope out anyone with potential of seeing us. It would have been very hard to explain the reason why we were sneaking a body bag out of the hospital. The fact that I was so willing to help steal a body was almost scary. I never would have imagined myself doing this in my lifetime—or even in the next. Then again, I never would have imagined half the stuff I know now to ever be real—in both lifetimes.

I had made it across the street, and hid behind a car when I turned around and saw both of them hiding behind the back of the hospital with the body bag. Again, I popped up and scanned the area for any sign of anyone. When the coast was clear I wildly waved my hands and barked quietly, "Okay, go. Go, go, go, go, go!" Quickly and unseen, the two dashed across the street holding Jackson's body to the best of their abilities. When we got to the other side I made my move and jogged beside them. "So now that we're out where are we taking him to?"

Scott open his mouth to answer but accidentally misplaced his footing and dropped Jackson's body onto the concrete.

"Oh my god! Do you think he's okay?" I asked leaning down towards him. There was still hissing and wriggling from inside the bag so I guess he was okay. We were all looking at the body bag, when suddenly a big SUV pulled in the parking lot and stopped right in front of us. The headlights beam laid heavily on us before they quickly shutting off and the vehicle stopping. The drivers side door flung open and my heart began racing furiously. As the driver walked closer to us, I let out the air I was holding in the see Chris Argent, Allison's dad. He stood in silence glancing at what he had just seen.

Accordingly, Scott spoke. "You're alone."

"More than you know," he glowered lowly.

"What do you want?" Scott asked.

"We don't have much in common, Scott," he started firmly. "But at the moment, we have a common enemy." He eyed each of us up quizzically.

Scott nodded. "That's why I'm trying to get him out of here."

"I didn't mean Jackson," he said looking a the body bag pathetically on the concrete. "Gerard has twisted his way into Allison's head, the same way he did with Kate. And I'm losing her. And I know you're losing her too. " He said looking directly at Scott. We were all losing Allison. She hasn't been to school, she hasn't replied to any text message I send, and doesn't accept any of my calls. I almost contemplated going over to her house, but I though that might tick her off more. I was worried for my friend though, and if her father was saying she has changed, then who else was I supposed to believe.

Scott nodded, "You're right," Scott answered. "So can you trust me to fix this? Then can you let us go?"

"No. My car is faster," Mr. Argent said. He helped lifted the trunk so Scott and Isaac could put Jackson in the back. Luckily, no one saw the exchange and we where in his SUV.

We had been driving for the past few minutes and Scott has been instructing Mr. Argent, or Chris, directions. Isaac and I kept glancing over the back of the seat to see the bag emitting a low hissing sound and twitching. When I wasn't freaking out about Jackson in the back I looked out the window and began to noticed much older and complex, yet empty buildings and lots. It was instantly recognizable as the warehouse district. I remembered dropping off Isaac back in here multiple times over the past few months. "Are we taking him to Derek's?"

"Yeah," he answered.

"And what are we gonna do with Jackson when we get there?"

He hesitated, "I have no idea."

I was another quiet minute go by until I felt a hand stretch onto mine. "Jamie?"

I glanced over at Isaac in the dark of the car. "Yeah?" I asked quietly.

"I want you to promise me something. If whatever happens happens to night, I want you to promise me you'll run," he said sternly looking directly into my eyes.

"What?" I asked. It's not that I didn't hear it, more like I didn't want to hear it.

"Come on Jamie," he urged. "Just promise me you'll run if Jackson wakes up or if Gerard comes or anything really."

"You can't just expect me to run away, Isaac. What if something happens to you? Or Scott? Or anyone else for that matter? Stiles already got hurt tonight, and he doesn't have super healing like you do," I proposed sliding his hand off of mine in a small form of protest.

"And neither do you Jamie!" He snapped.

"I don't know if I could live with myself if any of you got hurt and I knew I could have done something, anything to prevent it!" I retaliated.

"How do you think I would feel if something hurt you Jamie?" Isaac inclined angrily. He chest rose and fell quickly and his fists were clenched together extremely tight.

Frowning, I shook my head. "I don't care. I can help you all. There's gotta be at least one thing--"

"See, that's the problem!" Isaac jabbed, his voice growing louder. "You... You don't care about getting hurt! But you know how I'll feel? I'll be devastated. And if you die, I will literally go out of my freakin' mind! You see, death doesn't happen to you, Jamie. It happens to everyone around you, okay? To all the people left standing at your funeral, trying to figure out how they're gonna live the rest of their lives now without you in it? Huh?"

Suddenly his eyes began flickering a light golden color. A shot of fear ran though me as my heart started racing in my chest. I knew Isaac wouldn't hurt me, but it such a enclosed space, it made me slightly nervous. "Isaac," Scott said sternly.

Isaac kept his breathing heavy and his eyes continued to glow. I watch as Isaac clenched is eyes shut. Mr. Argent looked bad in the rear view mirror at Isaac and scowled. "Calm him down, Scott!" he fumed angrily.

"Isaac calm down," I risked my voice getting louder.

"Isaac control it!" Scott hollered.

A low, threatening growl escaped hims lips, but as I watched him he kept the transformation under some control by not shifting. I watch his lips move and words come out, but I couldn't hear any of it. It was all mumbled and sounded more animalistic than human.

"Wait what!" I ask seriously. He repeated it again, but this time it sounded worse than before. "What? I can't understand you!" I shouted ticked off. Slowly, I saw his features begin shift and the hair begin to grow. His eyes flashed open and his irises were a vivid gold. Drops of blood leaked from his squeezed fists onto his jeans and his breathing became jagged. His nose began to scrunch up, but not fully transform.

"Stop it Isaac!" Chris swore.

"Calm down Isaac. Look what your doing to her!" Scott shouted.

I didn't even realize I was shaking in my seat and tears brimmed in my eyes. It all came flooding back to me, as I watched frozen in fear. I could handle them in werewolf form, but sometimes, in a time like this where there was no other place to go, it was terrifying. The feeling made you feel as if you where put into an arena and a feral animal was let loose on you. Werewolves were ticking time bombs. I had been a first hand witnessed to that, and angering them only made it worse. That night months ago back in my bedroom with Isaac. The night I remembered what happened back at the Sheriff's station. Anything could have happened, but it didn't because he left. He couldn't leave right now.

"Just promise me Jamie!" he ragged. "Just promise me! I can't!"

I nodded furiously, "Okay, okay! I promise!"

Everything about him changed in seconds. His eye flickered back to normal, and his claws detracted, his nose unscrunched and the little hair that did grow on his cheeks disappeared. His breathing returned to normal and his shoulders lumped forward slightly in his seat. His lips frowned and he looked up at me, but I didn't want to look at him and kept my eyes focused out the window. "Jamie," he whispered, his voice back to normal. "I'm so sorry," he breathed. I couldn't answer him right now and instead pushed my lips together in silence and pulled my hands into my lap for the remainder of the ride.

It was an unwanted, but needed silence the last few minutes in the car. Finally Mr. Argent parked the SUV in the middle of a abandoned side street. The second he pulled the keys, I opened the door and stepped out of the car shutting the door quickly behind me. Scott and Mr. Argent followed behind me, but not as rushed while Isaac stayed inside and looked over the backseat. "I think he stopped moving," he observed, talking about Jackson. He had been growling and restless, but he was soon forgot due to other circumstances.

It was only the four off us here and Chris noted that. "Where's Derek?" He asked sternly.

We all walked around to the front of the car and looked down the street, at the sight of a body running down the lone street. The closer the creature got the more features I began to recognize. When it was about ten feet away, it suddenly flipped into the air and landed dramatically in front of us. As he lifted his head, Derek's piercing red eyes bore into us and stood up.

"I'm here for Jackson. Not you," Chris clarified.

"Somehow, I don't find that very comforting," he said to Chris. Then Derek turned to Scott, "Get him inside." In the next few minutes, we all worked to get inside and settle Jackson's body. Isaac came to stand next to me when we were done, but I simply moved to stand on the other side of Scott, not in the mood right now. As I looked around, I noticed the odd layout and realized we weren't in a factory or just a warehouse, in fact, it was on old looking train station.

"Where are they?" Scott asked glancing around the practically empty area.

"Who?" Derek snapped at Scott leaning over Jackson's body bag as he began unzipping

"Peter and Lydia. Whoa, hold on a second. You said you knew how to save him,"

"We're past that," Derek said simply. I gasped, but didn't say anything as the two continued to argue.

"What about..." Scott argued but was cut off by Derek.

"Think about it, Scott!" Derek fumed. "Gerard controls him now. He's turned Jackson into his own personal guard dog. And he set all of this in motion so that Jackson could get even bigger and more powerful!"

"Wait, is that what you found out!" I blurted out looking at Jackson's sack fearfully.

"Apparently Jackson is just only in a beta kanima's shape," Derek claimed.

"What does that mean?" Isaac asked. "Can he turn into something bigger?"

Derek nodded, "Bigger. Badder. Has wings."

"Wings!" I shout taking a few steps away from the bag, but for now Jackson seemed still.

"No. No, he wouldn't do that," Chris denied the accusations. "If Jackson's a dog, he's turning rabid, and my father wouldn't let a rabid dog live."

"Of course not," a distant voice answered. Quickly, I turned around and quipped my lip at the sight of Gerard. "Anything that dangerous, that out of control... Is better off dead."

Derek's eyes widened. Instantly he extended his claw and went for Jackson's throat and I closed my eyes and cringed away, but instead on the sound of claws through flesh, there was a hissing and groans of pain. When I opened my eyes, I still cringed at the sight of Jackson's extended arm dug into Derek's stomach. The claws didn't look that deep in, but it must have been painful enough to leave Derek grunting.

Jackson raised himself up and out of the body bag raising a still impaled Derek with him. He rose to his feet and still held Derek several feet above his head, before hissing and hurling Derek at least twenty feet in front of him.

I was left gawping at the half transformed Jackson less than ten feet away from me. He looked like himself, yes, but at the same time didn't. He had green patches of scales running all along his shoulder blades, back, and torso. His entire body looked covered in a plasma mucusy texture and color, and he definitely wasn't looking too hot.

"Well done to the last, Scott," Gerard sneered like the con-artist he was. He began walking towards Scott who stayed frozen in his place, while I backed away from him. When I bummed into something, I stopped and turned around. His arm steadied my shoulders, and I smile graciously at him. I was glad to have him, even if it meant going through everything, supernatural or not, with him. He pulled me behind him as Jackson and Gerard lurked closer.

Gerard continued on with his evil. "Like the concerned friend you are, you brought Jackson to Derek to save him. You just didn't realize that you were also bringing Derek to me" he smirked dubiously.

Suddenly, there was a swooshing sound in the air and Scott duck below whatever came hurtling at him, he missed, but someone else wasn't as lucky. "Issac," I said scarred, as I now steadied his body as he started shuffling backwards. Slowly I looked around his body and gasped at the silver arrow lodged into the right and side of his chest.

"Oh my god," I muttered as I tried to pull his body up, but couldn't. He fumbled to the ground grunting in pain, but I caught his upper body and gently laid it down on the cold warehouse floor. Tears brewed in my eyes and a few fell onto his chest.

"Allison?" I heard the name ringing in my eyes. My teary eyes looked up from Isaac and watched as my friend stood supportingly behind her grandfather. I glared at her. That arrow was aimed at Scott's head. Why the hell would she try to shot Scott? How could she try and shoot any of us, or anyone in general? What the hell had we done to tick her off so much she'd try to kill us?

My hands shook horribly as I pulled his body back up, and tried to direct him away from the scene. Scott scrambled up and ran over to us and held onto Isaac's other shoulder and we walked him into another room. We set him down on the ground while gun shots rang in the other room. He was still breathing shallowly and had a line of sweat on his brow. "Pull... it out.... Jamie," I heard him say between his wheezing.

"What!"

His eyes flash gold in pain as his body tried to heal around the arrow in his body. "Just do it!" he shouted.

With my hands shaking like crazy, I wrapped them around the end of the arrow and pulled it out. "Oh my god," I kept uttering under my breath. My eyes widened as I watch the hole in his chest immediately heal over. All the was left was a little dried blood on his skin and the hole in his hoodie. I helped him stand up, and although he was slightly off balance he was okay. "I just pulled an arrow out of your chest," I whispered slightly dazing at what I just did.

"I know and I'm so sorry," he apologized pulling me tightly to him.

"For what?" I asked quickly.

He sighed. "Everything. I can't stand the idea of you getting hurt. If you hadn't have tripped, then that would have been you that Allison hit."

"I'm sorry too. I just--"

I was cut off when Chris came running into the room. He was out of breath and he dropped his gun, which I assumed ran out of bullets. "It's coming," he panted slightly out of breath.

Isaac's eyes flashed in fear. "Jamie you need to go, like right now!"

"But--"

"No," he cut me off sternly. "You promised."

I nodded and shakily said, "I know, I know. I just... I... Please be safe." I stuttered over my words.

"You know I will," he said quickly before pulling me into his chest and flushed his lips with my for a split second, before he pulled away. Even though it barely last a few seconds, it was pure bliss. "Run Jamie," he said before snapping his head to the left as he shifted. Jackson, now in full kanima form, slithered into the room hissing and growling in rage. Scott shifted in his place and growled loudly at him.

"Go now!" he shouted.

Instantly, I turned on my heels and ran for the exit as the commotion went on behind me. I wanted to turn back so badly, but I couldn't. I promised. There was so much left I wanted to say, or do, and now I regret it. Who knows how the heck this would end? I mean if Jackson grew wings, then I think we're all screw!

Only after running for about twenty seconds, I felt my arm get pulled and have my mouth covered as I was dragged off behind some crates. I began screaming and kicking, but it was useless. With whoever's hand over my mouth and their other arm strongly gripping my body, they just had to be supernatural.

Nothing worked as I struggled against my captor. This absolutely sucked! I finally felt the grip lighten and I twisted, but they hushed lowly in my ear and I finally caught a glance of there face—Peter Hale. "Shut up kid, and just watch," he groaned in my ear turning my head to watch between some crates piled high.

There was so much happening I could barely focus on one person before the kanima picked them up and hurled them away. I couldn't find Isaac until it was too late. The kanima threw Derek off seconds, and seconds later Isaac jumped in. Furiously, the kanima picked up Isaac and threw him into a pile of flat crates. I gasped with his hand still over my mouth, so it came out more of a muffle, but it was still shocking. Then Derek came back in and my view of Isaac was blurred as the kanima and Derek had it out for each other. I could see Scott in the midst of I, but my eyes didn't wander for to long until I spotted him for a split second. That was until the kanima threw him into a wall with a bang.

The little hope I had left for them flickered, when none of them made a move to stand up. After watching him struggle for a split second, Isaac finally made it to his wobbling feet. He took two steps forward and stopped when Allison stepped in front of him. It was as if the girl I knew was gone, because instinctively she took both the daggers in her hand and swiped Isaac left and right with them repeatedly. My body began to shake and tears dripped from my eyes as I watched one of my closest girl friends stab my boyfriend with knifes. She finally got Isaac hunched over and I watched in pure horror and disgust as she plunged both daggers into his back, and Isaac fell over defeated.

I was furious. I was way beyond furious! First the arrow at they're heads, now stabbing them with knives! Allison had completely lost her sanity, and I was so not cool with that. I know sometimes it's hard to deal with your secret werewolf boyfriend and his pack, that's the story of my life lately, but to go on a killing spree with your grandpa wasn't the right alternation you needed. How could Allison be our friend? Was she ever to begin with? Your friends to try to kill your other friends just because their grandpa's convinced them. That's your own choice, and if that was her choice then I didn't want to be friends her. I had nothing, but anger boiling through my body.

"Somebody smells of pure anger," Peter teased in my ear and chuckled lowly. He still had his hand over my mouth and his arm restricting my body, so I was stuck. I grumbled into his hand as I eyed Scott yelling at Allison to stop trying to kill people, this time specifically Derek. "No, no, no," Peter whispered again. "You're reeking hate," he smirked against my ear. "I wouldn't picture you the one to hate."

It's not like I could even respond, so I didn't even try anymore. I just ignored him, and watch through my peek hole in the crates. My eyes wandered to Isaac first who laid helplessly on the ground. His body seemed to be recovering since he was able to rest on his forearms and sit up, but Derek on the other hand laid perfectly still. Derek's eyes burned red so I know he wasn't too seriously injured. Maybe Jackson got him, and now he's paralyzed. If that is what happened, then I must have miss it, because now Jackson as the kanima had his claws enclosed around Allison's neck and held her in the air.

"It was the night outside the hospital, wasn't it," Gerard ask Scott curiously. I had no idea what had happened since Peter kept distracting me. Hopefully it was nothing too important. "When I threatened your mother. I knew I saw something in your eyes. You could just smell it, couldn't you?"

"He's dying," Isaac guessed and Gerard flashed in his direction.

"I am. I have been for a while now. Unfortunately, science doesn't have a cure for cancer yet. But the supernatural does," he smirked

"You monster," Chris flared at his own father, as he watched his daughter struggle for breath as the kanima slowly crushed her windpipes.

"Not yet," he drawled.

"What are you doing?" Allison shouted desperately at her grandfather.

Chris took a step forward and the kanima, by Gerard's command, tightened its grip around her throat. "You'll kill her too?

"When it comes to survival, I'd kill my own son!" he snarled at Chris who look appalled. "Scott," he said glaring at him.

Scott looked hesitant, but picked a paralyzed Derek up by his shirt and dragged him over to Gerard who waited the bite. He looked victorious as she glanced around at all the chaos his kanima created and stood proudly in the center of it. Derek must have said something but it was too quiet to hear from my distance."That's true," Gerard vouched. "But I think he already knows that, don't you, Scott? He knows that the ultimate prize is Allison. Do this small task for me, and they can be together. You are the only piece that doesn't fit, Derek. And in case you haven't learned yet, there is just no competing with young love," he finished as he began to take off his formal jacket and rolled up his sleeves.

Gerard continued to move closer as Scott did the most shocking thing and prepared Derek to bite Gerard's forearm. This wasn't the Scott I've come to know, this was what I think darkness like Gerard and Allison do to desperate people.

Derek's head was tilted back and his mouth was stretched open enough for Gerard to stick his arm in. No one tried to stop either of them as Scott forced Derek to bite into Gerard's arm. And he yelled in victory at the fresh bite wound on his skin.

He grunted multiple times in victory and raised his arm for all to see the bite. I was pretty far away, but there was something about the bite that didn't look right. Maybe everyone bleeds black blood after being bitten.

"What the--" Peter trailed off shocked sounding utterly shocked. His grip eased up slightly and instantly I ran out of his grasp. I took this as my chance and darted away from him out into the open. I stopped running halfway there and stood frozen in my place at what I saw. From the floor, I notice Isaac look up at me curiously for a second before glancing back at Gerard. Nobody else noticed me, but it was expected because of the sight of all the black blood oozing from Gerard's wound was enough to distracted them. Not even the kanima had his eyes off of Gerard.

"What?" Gerard jeered glaring at everyone, me included. "What is this? What did you do?" He seethed at Scott turning his arm around and watching the blood pour from the bite marks.

Scott stood confidently in from of Gerard. "Everyone said Gerard always had a plan. I had a plan too."

The old man looked shocked, but hastily dug into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a small circular case. He flipped it open pour tons of little blue and white pills into his hand, enough that several fell onto the musty floor. "No, no," he recited as he glared upon the little pills in his hand. The silver tin clattered to the ground as his left and crush the little pills and an ominous black smoke emitted from his palm. Gerard ground his teeth together and furiously shouted aloud. "Mountain Ash!!!"

He fell onto his knee as the ominous black blood began to run from his nostrils and eyes. Gerard's head began twitching and shaking as his head jerked around rapidly. His body moved as if he had been possessed by the devil and more dark blood left his body. My mouth was gaping open, even at my distance it was looking pretty sickly.

He began choking out breaths as his head tilted back to try and open up his windpipes. When he stopped for a split second, I thought it was over, but instead it got much much worse. Thick black blood shot out of his mouth like a giant wave of vomit and it just kept coming. I clutched my stomach and covered my mouth as I felt need to vomit. Quickly, I ran over towards the wall just in case anything did come up. I could shut my eyes and try to clear my head, but my ears captured the vomiting sound and it's echo crystal clear in the silence of the warehouse. When it finally stopped, I dared to peak my eyes open and watched as Gerard collapsed into his own black vomit.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Derek asked looking up at Scott in disbelief.

"Because," Scott said proudly, "you might be an Alpha, but you're not mine."

I was so proud of Scott, and for a moment there I almost doubted him. I didn't even notice Gerard moving in the background still spitting blood out until it was too late. "Kill them! Kill them all!" he raged before finally falling to the ground. Dead.

The kanima let go of Allison as it watched it's master died. Allison then aggressively elbowed him in the face. Suddenly, I looked up and heard a loud crashing and something large and cold came flying into me. Whatever it was quickly knocked me off of my feet and everything began to move in what felt like slow motion and the next thing I know I'm falling backwards, being propelled by what felt like some sort of metal. I stuck my arms backwards to catch myself for when I finally hit the ground. When my right hand touched the concrete flooring first, I felt a sharp pain go up my arm, and I scream as the giant piece of metal landed on top of me proficiently smacking my head into the ground with a lot of force.

The loud sound of tires screeching and an engine stopping and the sound of Stiles yelling "did I get him?", signified to me that he just drove through this wall. Why? I don't know. The only thing I do know is that my body hurt like crazy, and I didn't really feel like moving anything.

Suddenly, the chilly giant metal piece was ripped off of me. My heart fluttered at the sight of my hero. "Jamie, oh my god. Are you okay?" he asked gently lifting me into his lap. I nodded slightly, but I don't form any words after what just happened. Isaac smiled that little goofy grin of him and I smile back at how adorable he was, but it was quickly wiped off of my face when I looked over his shoulder. Isaac noticed and also turned his head to watch as the kanima jumped onto the hood of Stiles' jeep with him and Lydia inside. Stiles' door was ripped open by Lydia as she quickly climbed out followed by a screaming Stiles who ran over behind Scott.

"Jackson!" Lydia shouted at the kanima as it climbed off of the jeep and crept in front of her. "Jackson," she yelled again as it stood up on its hind legs just a foot away from her, but Lydia didn't back away in fear, she instead stood her ground. It was shocking to watch as she stood they're boldly in her cardigan and flats. It wasn't a Lydia you saw very often, and even though you could visibly see her shaking, she didn't flinch away from Jackson, even if he wasn't himself. I couldn't help but feel sorry at how tragic their love story really was.

"Lydia," Stiles shouted as he tried to run over to her, but Scott held him back.

"Wait," he said eyeing the kanima suspiciously. It was oddly calm, and everything but itself.

The kanima got really close to her face and lifted a claw up to strike, but suddenly stopped when Lydia pulled something from her pocket. She held in near her face, but I couldn't tell what it was. Time stood still as the kanima eyed it, and precariously plucked it from between Lydia's fingers. Slowly but surely, the hideous scales began to fade away and the lizard that once stood there looked a little bit more Jackson than monster. It was beautiful, truly it was, watching Lydia and Jackson together. I wanted a relationship that strong. One that if Isaac turned into a homicide lizard, I would be able to bring him back.

Slowly, the slightly less kanima Jackson began to back away from Lydia, the key firmly held in his grasp. It was too late when I noticed both Derek and Peter lunging themselves at Jackson tearing into him with their claws from the front and the back. I gasp silently, too hurt to actually say anything, as the two werewolves lifted Jackson into the air by their claws. From all the way over here, I could hear Jackson gasping and struggling for air and it wasn't sounding hopeful.

When they finally tore their claws out Jackson began to stumbled down onto the ground. Lydia quickly ran over to capture him before he completely hit the floor and pulled him into her chest. I saw them speaking, but it wasn't clear enough to hear. My head was still throbbing and every limb on my body felt numb, almost motionless.

I watched tears forming in my eyes as Lydia laid a still Jackson onto the floor. Lydia's sobs only activated mine and I was crying to. He wasn't moving, he's chest didn't rise or fall, he was just clawed in the stomach, and his master did die, so what was left of Jackson now? I wasn't a big fan of Jackson, but I've know him since childhood. He came over to our house with Danny, we celebrated birthday's, we swam in his pool, even went of vacation a couple of times together. Even though Jackson was an ass, he was my friend to, even if I didn't want to really admit it. So I cried for him.

Isaac pulled me closer into his body and gently rocked me back and forth still sitting on the ground with me. I laid my head in his chest and let my silent tears stain his already holey and bloody hoodie, but it didn't really matter after all. I just wanted to be close to him. I didn't want what had happened between Jackson and Lydia to happen between Isaac and I. I looked up at Isaac between my wet eyelashes and saw him looking down at me sadly, but I noticed his ear perk up.

I lifted my pounding head up slightly and look over towards everyone else. In the headlights of Stiles' jeep, Jackson's body slowly began to rise. In awe, we all watched as Jackson rose from his finally resting place and stood up strongly. I tried to wipes the tears from my eyes, but my hand was numb, and I couldn't really feel my fingers. It must have been the adrenaline of tonight, but it was almost too much to handle.

Jackson raised his head into the air. My eyes widened when I caught sight his chest ripple slightly, the familiar claws extending, rough side burns, the distinct scrunch of his nose. There were no more green scales, or paralytic tails poison; there was no more hissing or wings, thank god for that; all of his reptilian like qualities were gone; there was no master left to control him; Jackson was finally free. He tilted his head to the sky and and growled. There was no more kanima in him, he was finally a werewolf. When he was done, Jackson instantly transformed back to himself and Lydia tackled him in a hug. I couldn't help but smile for them. Everything was starting to look better, for all of us.

Slowly, Isaac began to stand up. He offered me his hand and I tried to take it, but couldn't. I began to panic as I grabbed my right arm with the left and began to examine it. "Jamie? Are you okay?" Isaac asked squatting next to me examining me arm. He tried to touch it, but as his fingers grazed my hand, I couldn't feel him.

Shock course through me and I began to panic. I gently tried to shake my right with my left arm and pain shot through my body and I yelped. "Oh my god," I spoke shakily.

Isaac's eyes widened. "Jamie, what's wrong?"

I tried talking, but I just kept stumbling over my own words. This could not be happening. This can't be happening. Not here, not now. Everyone began to walk over in our direction asking the same questions over and over, but I just shook my head.

"Jamie?" Isaac asked flipping over my arm to reveal the odd curve of my arm.

"You guys," I spoke shakily. "I can't feel my arm."