𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚-𝒕𝒘𝒐 | 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝔂'𝓼 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻

𝘍𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘛𝘰 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘍𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴

"STILES, YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" Charlotte shrieks at the boy. She rubs her temple in pain and scowls. "You'll only get better at lacrosse if you actually practise lacrosse." She chucks the ball back at him and he yelps as he dodges it. "You can't just give up and throw it at me normally!"

"You just did the exact same thing!" Stiles yells back.

"Because I'm not practising lacrosse!"

"He stabbed me."

Charlotte's eyebrows furrow as she forgets entirely about lacrosse. Stiles throws his hands up in the air in frustration when the ball he had thrown her way sails past her. "I'm sorry, did you just say you were stabbed?" she asks Scott incredulously.

The werewolf stares into space with wide eyes. "Allison's grandfather..." he says slowly.

Stiles stares at Scott and chucks his stick onto the grass. "Gerard stabbed you?"

Charlotte shakes her head. "Allison's grandfather stabbed you?"

"Yes, he stabbed me!" Scott sighs. "He knows I'm a werewolf! And if he knows I'm still wit- bitch!"

She rolls her eyes. "Scott, stop moving. The whole point of the exercise is to stay still." She scoops up another ball and squints her eyes as she aims her throw. Stiles grins.

"Yeah, I remember this very thing happening a few months ago," the McCall murmurs to himself.

Stiles nods and glances down at his phone. "Yup, and this time there was no need to steal anything from Coach. We are fully prepared!"

"Bullseye!" the girl calls out proudly. Scott collapses onto the grass, groaning out in pain. She beams. "That's my third in a row!"

"Can you please find another target that isn't my head?"

"No," she retorts quickly.

Scott groans again. "Of course you can't. How ab- Stiles, what the fuck?"

Charlotte turns to her other best friend beside her who stands with his lacrosse stick by his side. The boy innocently shrugs. "She makes it look fun!" he protests.

The heart monitor app beeps and she raises a brow. She shares a smile with Stiles when a few seconds later it decreases back to what the average human heartrate should be at. "You've improved heaps," she compliments. Scott rips the tape holding his hands together and jogs over to the pair who are packing up the lacrosse gear.

"We should plan these in monthly," Stiles deadpans. There's a glint of amusement in his eyes.

"What? What, no fucking way."

Charlotte holds a finger up and purses her lips. "No no. Hang on, I like that idea."

"I'm the one getting hit!"

"Two against one, Scott. You lose."

»»———-　　———-««

Charlotte bites the end of her pen as she waits for class to begin. Looking up at Scott who is sitting in front of her, she leans forward to whack his shoulder in order to get his attention. The boy spins around with a scowl. "What?" he asks impatiently.

Her brows raise. "Wow, someone pissed in your cereal this morning... Anyways, hi. Could I please borrow the magic-dictionary-book thingy? I'll take a look at-"

"Guys!" Stiles interrupts, slipping into the empty seat beside the blonde-haired girl. "I just talked to my dad, who just talked to Jackson, and I've got really, terrible, horrible very, very bad news."

Scott nods. "I think I already know," he answers grimly.

Glancing to Stiles, Charlotte's eyes narrow. "What could be more important than my discussion about the lizard?" She turns back to Scott. "And what do you already know?" Following their eyesight, she grins and calls out to the boy with curly hair sitting a few rows in front of them. "Isaac! Hey! I didn't realise they took your fugitive status away."

Stiles facepalms. "Dude!" he hisses in irritation. "Stop fraternising with the enemies!"

»»———-　　———-««

Walking out of class, Stiles uses the time to delve into what he had recently learnt about the creature terrorising Beacon Hills. "All right, I only found one thing online about the Kanima," he tells his friends. "It's a werejaguar from South America that goes after murderers."

Charlotte snorts. "Yeah, no. What we saw was no fucking jaguar."

"And I'm not exactly a murderer," Stiles counters.

The girl frowns. "Okay, good point."

"But both of you saw it kill somebody," Scott says, referencing to the night at the mechanic's garage. "Which is probably why it tried to kill you and Derek in the pool. And it hasn't tried to kill Charles yet, so it probably won't stop until both of you are dead."

Charlotte fully stops walking and scoffs at the werewolf in disbelief. Scott also doesn't notice Stiles slow down. "How are we friends?" she questions him.

"Second that!" the Stilinski exclaims. "Every day I've found myself beginning to question this relationship."

Once her eyes land on a familiar blonde at her locker, Charlotte bids her friends goodbye and hurries over to the girl. "Kiki," she greets with a warm smile. "Hey!"

Erica glances to her friend briefly then returns to gathering her books. "Oh, Charlotte... hey."

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion. Erica rarely ever used Charlotte, it was always a nickname. There's something about her tone of voice that makes Charlotte feel like the girl doesn't want to be around her. "Everything okay?" she asks hesitantly.

"Yeah, all good," Erica dismisses. She swallows and her eyes shine with something akin to guilt. "I'll see you later."

When the girl walks off without another word, the Martin sighs to herself, readjusts the backpack on her shoulder and makes her way into economics. Thankfully, the classroom isn't too long a walk, so she doesn't have much time to overthink about things with Erica. She dumps her bag onto the floor and takes her usual desk next to Lydia in the back row. "Hey, Dee."

Lydia smiles at her. "Hey! Everything okay so far?"

She nods and takes out the single textbook. "Yeah, I guess," she replies. "No supernatural stuff yet..."

The strawberry blonde's brows knit together at the lack of supplies on Charlotte's desk. "Uh, where's all your paper? Do you wanna borrow some of mine?"

After realising that the sketches weren't a one-time occurrence, Charlotte Martin had tried absolutely everything over the last few days to prevent them from happening again. That included removing all notebooks, diaries, and pretty much everything with paper out of her room. Of course, it didn't make a difference. It's actually a lot more terrifying than it sounds; doing something that you can't remember, something that you don't even know you're doing in the moment.

Quick to shake her head, she declines. "No. No, I'm okay. Just going to read today." Charlotte gives her sister a small smile. "Oh, Alli and I are having our Harry Potter movie night this afternoon, do you want to come?"

"Are you sure you're okay with me crashing?" Lydia questions with a frown.

Her smile widens and her eyes roll. "Hey, it's not a party without you, okay?" Lydia's lips upturn.

"All right! Listen up!" Coach yells, quickly grabbing the attention of his class. "Quick warning before we begin our review. Some of you, like McCall, might want to start their own study groups." The man points to the pair of siblings at the back. "But if you're either one of the Martins, you'll do absolutely fine. Because tomorrow's midterm is so profoundly difficult, I-I'm not even too sure I could pass it. Okay, a few volunteers at the board to answer the first question. Screw it, blondie, come up here and show these idiots how it's done."

Charlotte jumps up and heads toward the blackboard, but her eager smile falters when she notices Jackson conversing with her best friends. "You guys okay?" she murmurs when brushing past Scott. She glances back to see him hesitantly nod. So she brushes the interaction aside and grabs the chalk from Coach's outstretched hand to begin writing out the formula to find Y.

"Jackson!" Bobby Finstock calls out. Charlotte abruptly stops her writing and turns around to watch the rare sight of her arch nemesis being yelled at. "Do you have something you want to share with the rest of the class?"

"Just... um...  an undying admiration for m-my coach."

"That's really kind of you." Jackson smugly smiles. Coach's own slips off his face as he snaps, "Now shut up! Shut it! Anybody else?" Finishing the equation, she puts the chalk back down and goes back to her desk. "Now, that is how you pass this damn midterm!" he praises.

Heading past the boys again, Charlotte catches some of their conversation. "How do we know it's not them?" Scott quietly asks the boy with the buzzcut.

"Because I looked into its eyes, okay? And it was pure evil. Not to mention she was literally with me when we saw it, plus she was at the pools with Derek- Charlie!" Stiles plasters on a smile as soon as he notices her presence. "Hey!"

Her eyes narrow at the boy who fidgets in his seat, and Scott who awkwardly waves at her. "Are you sure everything's okay?"

"Yep!" Stiles responds swiftly. "All good."

And as Charlotte walks back to her desk, she mutters, "What the fuck is wrong with everyone today?" Then Lydia is called up and the blonde-haired girl opens her textbook to actually try and study for this assessment. One of her coping strategies for anxiety is school. It's one of the main reasons why herself and her sister are doing so well. Studying and work help to distract her, and right now with what they have going on, she needs as many distractions as possible.

A few minutes later, the girl's head snaps up from the book when she hears Lydia fearfully yell out, "Charlotte, move!"

With a concerned frown, her blue eyes dart around the classroom, and she finally jumps out of her chair when she doesn't notice anything other than people turning around to stare at the twins. Entirely ignoring Scott and Stiles, Charlotte pushes past students, specifically glaring at the teenage boy she had seen outside of the Morrell's office with her sister the other day. Lydia's eyes have tears threatening to fall and her hands tremble as the chalk clatters onto the floor. "Coach, I'm gonna take her out for a bit," she tells their teacher softly.

"Y-yeah! Good idea." Bobby Finstock looks to the board with confusion, then back to the class. "Does anyone want to try answering in English?"

Not bothering to take a glance at what he was talking about, Charlotte guides the girl out of the classroom and into the bathroom across the hall. Once the doors shut, Lydia bursts into tears and she tightly clutches onto the back of her sister's shirt when pulled into a hug. Charlotte's brows draw together with worry. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"He was there," Lydia stammers out.

"Who? Dee, no one was-" Charlotte closes her eyes in realisation. "Oh, God. You saw him again."

The strawberry blonde's lip wobbles. "He was going to hurt you!"

Pulling back, Charlotte brushes Lydia's hair out of her eyes and rubs the sides of her arms. "Hey, I'm okay. Yeah?" She motions down her body with her hands, "See? I'm fine." Her sister takes a minute of silence, then finally nods. Charlotte sighs. "Okay, enough is enough. Deaton, Scott's boss, he's meant to know heaps about all this supernatural stuff. Do you want to go over this afternoon and talk to him about what's going on? 'Cause to be honest, I really don't know what to do."

Lydia brushes the few last tears from under her eyes. "Am I crazy?" she asks quietly.

"No, I don't think either of us are," she replies honestly. "But I think something's going on here, and I don't think it's just trauma."

"Can Deaton help us?"

Charlotte weakly smiles. "I really fuckin' hope so, because I don't know who else to go to. Do you want to skip chemistry and go now?"

"No, it's okay," Lydia dismisses. "We can go after school. You've probably missed too many classes already this week."

"I'm surprised Mom hasn't said anything."

"I think she's given up on parenting you."

"Oh, she definitely has."

»»———-　　———-««

Her eyes widen with excitement. "Oh, my God, look!" Charlotte grins enthusiastically. "We get to make crystals!"

Lydia chuckles and rolls her eyes. "You're only excited 'cause you read sugar," she points out.

The blonde-haired girl arches a brow. "So?" The twins pause their conversation and look up when Scott and Stiles quickly pull chairs over to sit on either side of them. Charlotte shifts her stare between them. "What the fuck is going on with you guys today? No, what the fuck is going on with everybody today?"

"Is it the lizard thing?" Lydia queries. Stiles opens his mouth to answer, however, he promptly closes it at the glare Scott gives him. Charlotte's eyes narrow sceptically.

"Einstein once said, 'Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the universe.' I myself have encountered infinite stupidity." Adrian Harris stops just behind Stiles and pats the boy's shoulder. Charlotte grins. "So! To combat the plague of ignorance in my class, you're going to combine efforts through a round of group experiments. Let's see if two heads are indeed better than one. Or in Mr Stilinski's case, less than one." The girl giggles and quickly places a hand over her mouth. "Miss Martin! Should I schedule another detention for this afternoon?"

Her face falls blank. "Do you want to have another detention with me?" Laughter spreads through the classroom and Harris scowls at her. She nods in defeat. "No, I'm okay."

"Great. Erica, you take the first station with... I didn't ask for volunteers. Put your hormonal little hands down. Start with Mr McCall. Next! Mr Lahey and..." His eyes fall onto his favourite student who innocently smiles at him. "You."

"Not even on a last name basis anymore," Charlotte mutters in disappointment. But when multiple hands push her back down into her chair, she spins around and glares at her best friends. "Honestly, what the fuck is wrong with you two today?" She glances to her sister. "We should've skipped class." She tears both her wrists out of Scott and Stiles' grips and heads over to Isaac who is already at their assigned desk. "Hey, dude. How's Derek's secret bat cave?"

Isaac smiles as he picks up the instructions for the experiment. "Very bat cavey." He looks over to the girl and raises his eyebrows. "How are you doing? You know, with all the Kanima stuff?"

Charlotte hands him a test tube filled with a chemical and sighs. "Weird. I still think it's Jackson." Her eyes squint as she remembers the other day. "Although apparently it doesn't like to swim. So maybe I'll have to cross him off the list..."

The boy nervously plays with his fingers. "Um, Scott and Stiles haven't talked to you about anything?"

She frowns in confusion. "Talked to me about what?"

Isaac's eyes widen with surprise at her response, but before he can say anything more, a bell is rung. "Switch!" Harris calls out.

Charlotte looks back at Isaac and her frown deepens at his anxious demeanour. She returns to Lydia and drops down into the chair with a heavy sigh. "Is it just me or is everyone being really weird today?"

"No, not just you," Lydia confirms quietly. "Allison told me not to talk to Erica or Isaac." The blonde's eyes squint. "Is something supernatural going on?"

"No idea," she says. "And I've already talked to Isaac and I'm still alive, so..." Her lips purse. "Maybe they're all finally taking drugs..."

The girls fall silent and pass each other different chemicals. Gently stirring the rod in the beaker, the bell dings once more and the strawberry blonde turns to her twin. "Do you want me to go with Erica?" she offers.

"No, it's okay," Charlotte reassures with a small smile. "I want to talk to her anyways." Sliding onto the seat next to the werewolf, she gives the girl a hesitant smile, unsure of how she might react. "Hey, about earlier, if I've said or done anything to upset you, I'm really, really sorry."

Erica shakes her head and softly sighs as she sets her beaker down. "No, God no. You haven't done anything, it's me," she confesses quietly.

She frowns. "Okay, well, if you want to talk about it, you know I'm here if you want." Her lips upturn when her eyes flick to Erica's beaker. The solution has formed into a crystal. "So you did follow the instructions."

Erica scoffs. "What! Of course I followed them."

The girls share a smile and Charlotte's only widens when she hears, "Time! If you've catalysed the reaction correctly, you should now be looking at a crystal. Now, for the part of that last experiment that I'm sure you'll all enjoy. You can eat it."

As Erica notices the girl's eagerness to grab onto the beaker, she gnaws on her lip. "Are you sure you want it?" she asks, her voice filled with nervousness. But when Charlotte holds out her hands, the werewolf closes her eyes for a few seconds. As she breaks off a piece of the sugar crystal with a pair of tongs and holds it towards her friend, Erica has to acknowledge the pit of regret and guilt in her stomach.

Without any further hesitation, Charlotte grins and quickly places the piece of crystal in her mouth. She happily sighs as her sweet tooth is satisfied (maybe) for the day. But she freezes when two alarmed voices call out,

"Wait! Charlotte, don't!"

"Lydia, stop!"

The younger Martin turns around to Scott and Stiles in confusion and she impatiently raises her eyebrows as she swallows her crystal. "What?"

Charlotte stares blankly at her friends. At this point, she's extremely annoyed at them. "Yeah," she adds dryly. "What?"

"Nothing..."

»»———-　　———-««

"Screw the rest of the day," Charlotte mutters. "Let's get the fuck outta here."

Lydia hastily nods in agreement. "Please."

Walking side by side with her sister, Charlotte dials the number for the animal clinic. "Hang on, let me check with Deaton that he's free."

"Hello, this is the Beacon Hills Veterinary Clinic, how ma-"

"Stiles! What the hell?"

As the boy drags Charlotte's arm, forcing her to end the call, Allison grabs onto Lydia's and they lead the siblings out of the library. "We need to get out of here," the Stilinski states firmly.

Charlotte digs her heels into the ground, compelling Stiles to stop with her. "No," she snaps. "Someone needs to tell us what the fuck is going on, because it is painfully obvious that you both know something we don't."

Stiles and Allison glance at each other and sigh. "Fine," he agrees. "But can we get to the car first? Life or death matter."

Lydia's eyes widen in worry. "Life or death?"

Then, Charlotte's already not so good, horribly bad day is made even worse. Jackson Whittemore grips onto the strawberry blonde's upper arm tightly. "Lydia, shut up and walk," he hisses.

Charlotte blinks at him. "Why the fuck is he here?" She's sworn so much already, she's wondering whether it could be a new record.

Allison frowns. "I'm not actually sure..."

"Everyone just go!" Stiles exclaims irritably. The group of five run out of the school and split up to go to various cars.

The ride to Scott's house is agonisingly long. Allison drives in complete silence, refusing to talk to either of the twins seated inside her car. The guilt for not telling them is eating her up inside. When they finally arrive at the McCall residence, without Scott, Charlotte jumps out the vehicle and storms up to the front door. Stiles stops beside her. "Where's your key?" she asks him impatiently.

He grimaces. "Yeah, I forgot it..."

She rolls her eyes and takes her own out of her bag. "What's the point of having a key if you don't even carry it?"

Stiles purses his lips. "I keep forgetting to put it back in the Jeep," he replies. Charlotte respectfully lets the boy, Allison, and Lydia through before her, but when it comes to Jackson she quickly darts inside and slams the door shut in his face. Stiles drags a hand down his face. "Charles, let him in."

"No!" she exclaims. "You said it's life or death and I prefer him to die over me! Much prefer him to die over me!"

They can just about hear the steam rushing out of Jackson's ears. "You bitch!" he seethes.

Charlotte grins. However, at the stern looks from both Allison and Stiles, she huffs a sigh and reluctantly opens the door. "Fine," she mutters. Then she asks the all important question. "So where's Scott?"

Following Allison to the dining table, Lydia sits down beside the brunette, whilst Stiles remains by the front windows as he overlooks the yard. "Okay, so today..." He groans.

"Yes," Charlotte states. "Please explain." She grabs the tray of Melissa's homemade cookies out of the fridge and bites into one as she carries it over to the table. When Jackson reaches for one, she smacks his hand away with a scowl. He glowers at her.

"Derek wants to kill the both of you."

Allison places her head in her hands at Stiles' blunt words.

Charlotte shakes her head in anger and disappointment. "Asshole," she grumbles. "So much for being friends."

Stiles' eyes widen at her words. "Wait, what?"

Handing the tray over to her sister, Charlotte narrows her eyes at Allison, then she looks to Stiles and points to the empty chair. "You. Sit," she orders. He nods and quickly strides over to where she is pointing to. "Explain. Now."

Stiles crosses his arms on the table. "You know how Derek was paralysed in the pool yesterday? It was the same as at the garage."

Charlotte's eyebrows furrow. "But it didn't touch you at the garage," she points out confusedly. "It didn't even get near us!"

"But we touched its venom," he explains. "We just didn't know it. Remember the door handle?"

She nods in understanding. "But how come it only happened to you?"

Allison's eyes close. "And that's where we are now," she says. "Derek took Jackson and tested him to see if he's the Kanima."

The blonde-haired girl snickers. "I knew it was you!"

Jackson shakes his head in disbelief. "What?"

"No. Jackson was paralysed by it," Stiles tells the siblings. "Derek seems to think that if the venom doesn't affect you..."

Lydia sighs as she glances over to her sister and finally speaks up. "He thinks one of us is the Kanima," she concludes.

"But we can't both be the Kanima," Charlotte counters. "That's fucking ridiculous. I was with you at the garage when we saw it, and Derek literally saw me walk into the pools while the fucking thing was there. And how does this ridiculously stupid theory even make sense if neither of us were paralysed? Last time I checked, there's only one lizard." She points between herself and Lydia. "There's two of us."

"Yeah..." Stiles rubs the back of his neck. "Those are actually all really good points."

"Everyone knows a snake can't be poisoned by its own venom." When the group turns to Jackson, he shrugs. "It's what Derek said."

"When did he test us?" Charlotte questions.

Lydia's eyes light up in realisation. "Chemistry." She turns to Allison. "It's why you were saying not to talk to Isaac or Erica."

The brunette nods. "Yeah, but it didn't matter though. Somehow they managed to put the poison in the crystal without either of you seeing."

Charlotte's heart drops to her feet as her brain finally registers the information she's just been given. "Wait, they tested us?" Stiles watches with concern as his best friend quickly unravels. "Do they want to kill us? Derek wants us dead, so that means they must do too." Her eyes widen. "Oh, my God, are they going to kill us?"

Allison hesitantly nods. "We think so," she says quietly.

Charlotte pushes her chair back and walks away from the group wanting silence to process that three of her friends want to kill her. Erica wants to kill her. The rational side of her is nonexistent, and she doesn't even consider that there might be a world where her friends actually don't want to do it at all.

At the sound of footsteps approaching the stairwell, Charlotte looks up to see her friend. "Are you okay?" Allison gently asks. "Sorry, obviously you aren't okay."

"I... I don't know," she answers. "I think I just need some space, Allison."

The girl bites onto her lip and nods. "Yeah, okay. Let me know if you need something."

"Lydia, follow me. I need to talk to you for a minute."

Charlotte glares at the back of Jackson's head as he and Lydia walk past her on the stairs and up to Scott's room. "Yell if you need me, Lyds," she calls out. After a few further minutes of peace and quiet to herself, Stiles joins her. They sit in silence for a few seconds. "Why didn't you tell me?" She looks to him, feeling betrayed. "Why didn't you tell us?"

The boy squeezes his eyes shut. "I don't know," he whispers. "I was so sure that both of you would be fine."

"That's a shit excuse." He nods in agreement. Charlotte looks to him with tears shining in her eyes. "You don't think it's actually one of us, do you?"

"I don't know, Charles. I mean, there's pretty much concrete proof that you aren't it, but... I'm not certain about Lydia," he confesses. "I just- I really don't know."

Then Allison yells out from the living room. "Guys! They're here."

The pair on the staircase rush over to join her. Charlotte Martin glares out the glass at the Alpha with white hot anger. "Derek, I know you can hear me. My five step plan to become friends? No longer happening." She swears she sees the man roll his eyes, although it's pretty hard to tell from the distance.

Allison sighs and grabs onto her hand. Charlotte tenses then relaxes. Physical contact had always been a coping method for her anxiety. As frustrated and disappointed as she is with her friends, right now the focus is on how to get out of the next few hours alive.

Using her other free hand, Allison takes her phone out of her pocket and dials a number that Charlotte can't quite see. "What are you doing?" she asks.

"I think... I think I have to call my dad," the Argent declares.

She nods. "For once, I agree with you on that."

Stiles looks reluctant. "But if he finds you here, you and Scott-"

"Stiles!" His lips snap shut at Charlotte's interjection. "Right now, I couldn't give a damn shit about Allison and Scott's relationship. Got it? I just want my sister to not be murdered. Preferably me as well."

"Sorry," he murmurs.

Allison moves the curtain aside to look out at Derek and his pack. "But what are we supposed to do instead? They aren't here to scare us, okay?" She glances to the pair on either side of her. "They're here to kill you and Lydia."

Charlotte swallows the lump in her throat and watches Derek, Erica, Isaac, and Boyd stand together on the opposite side of the road, staring at the McCall house. She narrows her eyes and Allison squeezes her fingers. "You know what? Change of plans. I'm unfriending every single one of you." She sees the three teenagers suddenly begin talking all at once to their Alpha, and she wishes she could hear what they're saying.

"I got an idea," Stiles suddenly pipes up. "Just shoot one of them!"

The blonde shakes her head. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah! We told Scott we could protect ourselves, so let's do it! Or at least give it a shot, right? Get it... shot..."

Charlotte rolls her eyes. "I'm sorry, you told Scott what? Allison maybe, but you and me?" She vigorously shakes her head. "Nuh uh. And secondly, are you forgetting that there are four werewolves across the road from us? They can hear every single fucking thing we are saying now. I hate you, Derek!"

Stiles looks to Allison. "But in the case where you do end up shooting one, choose Derek." He smiles. "Yeah. Yeah! Shoot Derek."

Charlotte grins and she nods towards the crossbow in the brunette's hands. "I like that idea. Shoot him in the head." As she looks out the window again, they see Derek's scowl somehow deepen. "Yeah, shoot him right in the fucking head."

Allison's eyes flick between her friends. "But if Scott was able to catch an arrow, Derek definitely can," she points out.

"You're ruining my imagery!" Charlotte exclaims, blocking her ears with her hands.

"Uh, okay, then you'll have to shoot one of the other three."

She frowns and turns back to Allison. "Hang on, not Boyd. Save Boyd as the very, very last resort. He hasn't done anything to make me pissed yet."

"You mean two," the girl corrects.

"No, Allison, I mean three. Do you need glasses?"

Allison's eyebrows raise in amusement. "Lottie, I think you do."

"Excuse me?" She spins back around to the window, and what she sees makes her eyes widen. "Where the fucking fuck is Isaac?"

"Right here." Knocking the cross bow out of her hands, Isaac easily throws Allison to the side as she is caught off guard by his arrival. When he turns to Stiles, Charlotte locks eyes with Allison and she jerks her head upstairs to where Lydia and Jackson are. Nodding, the Argent swiftly makes her escape out the room whilst Isaac is still focused on Stiles. "I really don't want to do this," he confesses, guilt dripping off every word.

Stiles scoffs. "Uh huh. I'm sure."

As Isaac's fangs bare and his eyes reluctantly glow golden, Charlotte realises that he would probably take out her friends before herself, making sure nothing would be in his way. So she darts into the kitchen and grabs hold of one of the frying pans lying on the bench.

"Stiles! It's here!"

She glances over to the stairs at Allison's voice and she frowns. Gripping onto the handle of the utensil, Charlotte cautiously steps around the island bench and back into the dining room. Glass shatters and she catches sight of Stiles struggling against the werewolf. Despite trying his best to hold back as much as he can, Isaac still easily overpowers the boy.

Catching his attention of her best friend, she gives him a firm nod and quickly runs forward to slam the pan against the back of Isaac's head. He groans and slumps to the floor unconscious. Stiles' eyes narrow. "Aren't they meant to have super hearing or something?"

With a wide grin, the pan is long forgotten as it's dropped onto the floor and Charlotte giggles. "Oh, my God! Did you see that? I totally just knocked him out!"

"Yes, you did," Stiles smiles.

"Shit, do you think I killed him? No, I shouldn't care. He was going to kill me. At least, I think he wanted to kill me. Oh, shit, he looked really guilty. But no, he still tried to hurt us."

Nodding proudly, he holds his fist up to bump it against hers. "That's my girl."

The second Charlotte remembers who else is in danger, she races up the stairs and crashes into her sister who seems to be making her way down in the direction the blonde had just come from. "You're okay," she realises.

The siblings hug each other tightly, tears of relief streaming down Lydia's cheeks. "I thought y-"

Charlotte nods and squeezes her body tighter. "Me too."

The moment is interrupted by Allison dragging out Erica, who has been paralysed by Kanima venom. "Wow, how did you manage to do that?" Lydia asks in surprise.

The Argent smiles. "The Kanima left some venom on the window sill. She caught my arrow without realising I put some on it."

They turn to Charlotte whose smile has disappeared. Letting go of her sister, she walks over to Erica and crouches down beside her friend. "I don't want to believe that you were actually going to kill us." With wide eyes and not being able to move, all Erica can do is listen. "So I'm gonna let you explain after all this is done. But just to let you know, I never would've done something like this to you."

The attention falls onto Scott and Stiles who have run up the stairs, the former sighing in relief upon laying eyes both Martin sisters who are both very much alive. "Thank God," he says. "Are you guys okay?"

"Physically, yeah. Psychologically, absolutely not."

"What she said," Charlotte agrees with Lydia. Her eyes narrow on Scott. "I'm still extremely pissed with you by the way." He grimaces. She looks around to each person standing with her. "Where did lizard bitch disappear to? Wait, no, where's Jackson? Dee, I thought he was with you?"

"I don't know," Lydia answers with confusion. "He just... left me."

"Is it just me, or does this look like my suspicion is actually coming true?"

After carrying Erica down the stairs, Scott drops her onto the grass outside the house, Isaac following shortly after. Derek stands before them with Boyd by his side. "I think I'm finally getting why you keep refusing me, Scott," the man calls out. "You're not an Omega. You're already an Alpha of your own pack. But you know you can't beat me." His smirk drops when sirens are ring through the air.

"No," Scott agrees. "But I can hold you off until the cops get here."

Eyes blazing with anger, Charlotte runs outside after breaking out of Allison's hold. "You fucking asshole!" she shrieks. "I can't fucking believe it, Derek! You really thought that one of us was the fucking Kanima? No, I can't believe you were actually going to kill us! Go fuck yourself, you fucking idiot!"

Every single one of her friends smile.

Derek's eyes widen when the Martin sisters come out onto the front porch, both looking at him with anger, although one considerably more than the other. It's at this moment that he realises he's royally screwed up.

And when they all hear a loud hiss, all of their heads look up to find the source of the sound. Running over to stand onto the grass, Charlotte stills as she spots the Kanima on the roof. The creature pauses to stare at the group below before running off.

"...It's Jackson," Scott realises in shock.

"I fucking knew it!"

𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘐𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘤 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘌𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢'𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 '𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴' 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘞𝘈𝘠 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵. 𝘚𝘰... 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘨𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢/𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘋𝘦𝘳 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘳...