After the events at the school, I had talked a bit with Scott and Stiles, seeing if we could find out more about the creature. But got nowhere with them.

After that, I had gotten myself home, still soaking wet. My mind went back to the pool, the creature was like a shape-shifter but it wasn't normal. The word I gave to Derek to describe the creature was heartbreaking, the word was like a bomb to me, with the right context it could make me angry or cry.

I had reached the street with my house on, as I was deep in thought on the way home. Maybe we could find out more about the Kanima. Maybe I had some old books that could be mentioned in. But there were a lot of books that I collected over the centuries, so it will take some time. I arrived outside my house moments later, to be greeted with none other than Mr Hale, standing at the front door, his back lent against the material of the door. I rolled my eyes, and let out a sigh, not really wanting to deal with him right now.

"What do you want?" My voice carried through the night air, my tone dry and effortless. I stood in front of him, inches away, as he lent up from leaning.

"Took me awhile, but I know what you are," Derek replied, as he took a long stare at me, waiting for me to break and tell him.

"Took you long enough," I replied sarcastically, folding my arms over my chest, my clothes still wet.

"But Witches were always stories my Mother told me and I thought they were a myth," Derek sounded so sure that Witches were just a myth.

"I feel very much real," I gave him a smirk, with a slight chuckle, my arms still folded. "All myths have a foundation Derek," I had now unfolded my arms, as they dangled freely at the side. "If that's all," I walked forward, moving Derek out of the way. "Goodnight," I placed my hand on the door knob, but Derek's hand grabbed my shoulder making me spin around to face him. His face was inches from mine, his warm breath tingle down my neck, making a few hairs stand on point.

His green eyes stared into mine, checking them over, my heart began to race ever so slightly with his intent gaze. His beard was stubble as it looked like he trimmed it. "How did you survive?" He finally asked, and I knew what he meant straight away. My eyes never left his, as they looked desperate for me to answer.

"A resurrection spell," I replied automatically, like I was compelled to answer his question. Maybe it was just his intent gazing that did it, or deep down, I didn't want to lie to him anymore. Derek didn't say a word as he was processing what I just gave him. His grip on my arm became loose, his gaze never broke, as he let go of my arm.

Without another word, Derek turned and left, leaving me to ponder what the hell just happened. I watched him go, there was something different about him when he's around me. I don't know how to describe it. I shook my head, getting the thought out, before turning on my heels and entering the house.

Hopefully, I could learn something about the Kanima...

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Book after book, I could only find small amounts about the Kanima, that I didn't even think were real. A were-jaguar from South America. That creature is defo not a were-jaguar, more of a reptilian.

I walk the halls of the high school, busy as usual with horny teens. Sometimes you could just smell it. I walk with my notepad, pen and economic book in my hands, pressed against my chest as I walk. I see Scott and Stiles exit a classroom together, in perfect timing for me to walk next to Stiles.

"All right, I only found one thing online called the Kanima," Stiles states as he walks down the hall with Scott and I.

"Is it a were-jaguar? From South America?" I asked, as they both turned to look at me, Scott had no clue and Stiles was slightly shocked. And by his expression, I was right.

"It also goes after murders," Stiles added for me, as he took his gaze over to Scott.

"That thing was not a jaguar," Scott replied, knowing the difference between a jaguar and a lizard.

"Yeah, and I'm not exactly a murder," Stiles retorted to Scott, making me giggle at his comment. He has a way with words.

"Yeah, but you did see it kill somebody, which is probably why it tried to kill you," Scott states, not looking at Stiles or I, as he was deep in thought, as we continued to walk down the hall. "And it's still trying to kill you, and it probably won't stop until you're dead," Scott rambled on, making Stiles stop in his tracks, taking his time to process it.

"You know, sometimes I really begin to question this 'friendship'," Stiles used the air, as I saw him out of the corner of my eye.

"I'll keep looking. I've brought a few books from home, they are in my locker," I said to the boys as they gave me a nod of their heads. We walked quietly to our next class which was Economics with the coach.

After a few moments of walking, we entered the classroom to see it was already being filled with students. Stiles and Scott took their seats next to the windows, at the third to last back.

There was a free seat to the left of Lydia, so I took it. I didn't have to always be with Bill and Ben the flower pot men. I needed girl time too. I placed my notepad and econ book down onto the desk, waiting for the lesson to start. I peer over my eyelashes to see Jackson waltz's on in, taking his place near Scott and Stiles.

I turned my gaze to look at Lydia who gave me a big warm smile as she noticed I was looking at her. "Hey," she replied, holding a pen in-between her fingers. I was about to reply to her when I heard a book smashed onto the desk at the front, making my head shoot round to look at the coach.

"All right, listen up," he began, taking his eyes to the class. "A quick warning before we begin our review. Some of you, like McCall, might want to start their own study groups, because tomorrow's midterm is so profoundly difficult..." The coach took a moment to think of his words. "I'm not even too sure I could pass it... Okay, I need a volunteer at the board to answer the first question," the coach took a few steps backwards to face the board, before facing us. "Who's got it, huh?" Students put up their hands in the air, wanting to answer the question. Not me though, I'm keeping mine down. "Come on, let's go, buddy," the coach had selected someone from the class.

I looked down to my notepad and opened it, as well as my econ book that was at the side, barely fitting on the desk. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Scott turning away from the front to look at Jackson. "Wait... Why would Derek test you? Why would he think that it's you?" I had overheard Scott with my hearing.

"How should I know?" Jackson replied bitterly in his tone.

"Wait, do they think it's Lydia?" Stiles asked, worried for Lydia, who he has a crush on.

"I don't know, all I heard was her name and something about chemistry," Jackson replied, making my face frown with worry. If they think that the Kanima is Lydia and testing her for the toxin, this could end badly.

"Jackson!" The coach shouted at him, making him stop talking and look at the coach. "Do you have something you want to share with the rest of the class?" The coach tried to put him to the rest of the class, as they do.

"Um..." Jackson began as he looked around the classroom, before locking his eyes with the coach. "Just an undying admiration for my... My coach,"

"That's really kind of you," the coach replied, soft. "Now shut up!" His voice changed dramatically. "Shut it!" I couldn't help but chuckle at Jackson being shouted at.

"How do we know it's not her," I heard Scott say to Stiles, not truly knowing it's not her.

"Because I looked into the eyes of that thing, okay? And what I saw was pure evil. And when I look into Lydia's eyes, I only see 50% evil," Stiles replied, not really helping the case for Lydia. "All right, maybe 60... You know, but no more than 40 on a good day," Now he was just rambling his argument, and it wasn't a good one.

"Stiles, that's not a very good argument," Scott took the words right from my mind.

I hear Stiles sigh deeply, before speaking. "I'm aware of that, but I swear it's not her. It can't be, all right? Lydia's fine," Stiles had finished off his strong argument for Lydia, but none of us were really sure what Lydia could be. She was bitten by an Alpha and if the bite doesn't turn you it kills you, and she's very much alive.

I was too busy listening to them two, that I didn't notice that Lydia had gotten up to answer the question on the board. I looked at the board to see what she was writing but she was writing words, and they didn't make sense.

After a few moments, Lydia turned around crying and her eyes forced shut. "Lydia..." The coach states, trying to bring her too. She suddenly gasps, as her eyes shoot open.

"Okay then, anybody else want to try answering? This time in English?" The coach replied, turning to face the class as they erupt in laughter. Making my eyebrows knit together, as Lydia spun on her heels to look at the board to see what she had written.

I titled my head slightly, reading the words over, rearranging them in correct order. "Someone help me," I whispered to myself. There was definitely something wrong with Lydia.

And that scared me. She wasn't ready to learn about the supernatural world yet...