[2x05; Venomous]

Olivia tapped her foot anxiously, the leather soles of her shoes making a short slapping noise against the cheap linoleum tiles that made up the school floor. Her eyes were on the large windows in front of her, trying to spot her cousin's red hair through Miss Morrell's door.

Lydia was making another appointment with the guidance counselor on Natalie's request. She felt that the talk Lydia had with Miss Morrell really helped her, and Lydia didn't argue when she was given another ultimatum. Olivia was just there for support but she didn't exactly want to go into the guidance counselor's office, even if it was just to make an appointment.

After the fire and the death of her mom, Olivia spent a lot of time in therapy and special sessions during school hours. She hated it and she never got anything out of it, though that could have been her fault since she hardly spoke up during her sessions. She didn't like to speak about her emotions before the fire, so afterward, it was even worse.

It wasn't that she didn't believe in therapy, because she knew that it helped a lot of people. She just wasn't one of those people who benefited from talking to a stranger with a doctorate in psychology.

"Hey," Olivia turned to see Stiles walking up to her, a pleasant smile on his face. "I've been looking for you."

"Here I am," she gave him a small smile back. "What's up?"

"Well, I did some research on the kanima last night and—oh, by the way, you were right about the archaic Latin!" Olivia gave him an amused smile as he shook his head to focus. "Anyway, I was researching the kanima and then I got distracted and did some research on you."

Olivia raised an eyebrow at him. "Me?"

"Yep!" Stiles nodded proudly. "You said that your eyes turned purple, right?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, I found that there are only four mythical creatures that have eyes that turn purple," he told her. "Fairies, pixies, anchorams, and—oddly enough—dragons."

"Dragons?" Olivia repeated in disbelief.

"Yeah, well, I haven't seen you breathe fire or grow wings, though that would be totally awesome," Stiles chuckled. "So, I narrowed it down to the other three."

"What's an anchoram?" Olivia asked him, never having heard of a creature like that before.

"I don't exactly know," Stiles rubbed the back of his neck. "The website I found said that they're very rare and have powers that no one really understands."

"Thanks for looking, Stiles," Olivia sighed. "but maybe I'm not meant to know what I'm supposed to be."

Stiles gave her a pointed look. "Livvy, we've been friends for a few months now, okay?" his lips quirked at the exasperated look she gave him at his nickname for her. "And I know that you hate not knowing things. I mean, you almost threw a fit when you found out that Jim and Pam from The Office weren't married in real life."

"That's a bit of a stretch..." Olivia lied, recalling the urgent text messages she sent Stiles about John Krasinski and Jenna Fischer which happened to be in all capital letters. "Besides, John Krasinski is married to Emily Blunt and she's super cool."

"That's not the point—"

"What was your point, then?"

"Well, stop interrupting me and I'll tell you," Stiles' annoyed look softened when Olivia laughed and made a cute zipper motion with her lips. "My point is, is that I'll keep looking until we know exactly what you are."

Olivia's smile slowly fell as she stared up at Stiles. She could have sworn that her heart grew three sizes from his heartfelt statement. It meant so much to her that he was willing to do all that research just so they would know what was going on with her. Stiles really cared about her and it warmed her heart to know that.

When she first started talking to Stiles after Scott was bitten by Peter, she was almost always annoyed by him. She thought he was cute, sure, but his personality left more to be desired. However, the more she spent time with Stiles and she got to know more about him, she really grew to care for him. He had a temper sometimes and he loved making sarcastic comments, but he really cared for the people around him and made an effort to take care of them. Stiles was reckless and hyper and annoying and irritating but he cared about things, he was smart, he was attractive, and he liked her and stuck around despite all her faults.

A wave of realization hit her all at once as she stared into his whiskey-brown eyes. She liked Stiles. And not just in a you're-my-friend way—in a I-wanna-sleep-in-your-shirts-and-hold-your-hand way.

"Oh, my God."

"What?"

Olivia's eyes widened when she realized that she had actually said that out loud. Her face flushed as Stiles looked at her in confusion.

"What? Uh, nothing," she said hurriedly. "Um, I have to get to English class."

Olivia hurried away from Stiles before he could offer to walk with her—they had the same class—leaving him staring after her in bewilderment.

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Stiles glared at Isaac as he walked down the hallway with Olivia, watching as they laughed together. He couldn't believe his dad when he told him about Jackson taking back his statement about Isaac's dad but when he walked into his English class, there the blonde werewolf was, talking with Olivia a few seats ahead of him.

"You know, you're gonna give yourself a headache," Scott told him as they walked down the hall together.

"It's worth it," Stiles muttered angrily. "Look at them laughing together. They must be best friends."

Scott rolled his eyes at his dramatic best friend. "They're in the same pack. It's not a big deal."

"It is a big deal, all right?" Stiles scowled. "I've had a crush on her since I was eight fucking years old and just when we become friends curly over there waltzes right in and I'm chopped liver again."

Scott knew a different story than Stiles, though. He knew that Olivia's heart skipped a beat whenever she looked at Stiles or whenever he walked into the same room as her. Her heart definitely didn't skip like that when she was with Isaac.

"Trust me when I say she doesn't like Isaac like that," Scott tried to assure Stiles. "So, did you do any research?"

Stiles sighed and focused on Scott's change of subject. "All right, I only found one thing online called a kanima," he told Scott. "It's a werejaguar from South America that goes after murderers."

Scott furrowed his eyebrows. "That thing was not a jaguar."

"Yeah and I'm not exactly a murderer," Stiles said pointedly.

"Yeah but you did see it kill somebody, which is probably why it tried to kill you," Scott pointed out. "And it's still trying to kill you and it probably won't stop until you're dead."

Stiles stopped in his tracks as Scott went on, giving his best friend a horrified look. Was Scott trying to scare him to death?

"You know, sometimes I really begin to question this friendship," Stiles muttered, following Scott again.

Scott chuckled at Stiles' comment and they walked into Coach's classroom, where people were already gathering for economics class. One glimpse around the classroom told Stiles that Olivia was already there, seated next to Lydia in the back, chatting quietly.

She looked up as he happened to look at her and her cheeks went red when he sent her a small wave. Lydia smirked at him as Olivia ducked her head, leaving Stiles confused.

What's going on with her today? Usually I'm the awkward one.

Stiles took his seat next to Scott by the windows and opened his textbook as the bell rang. He was flipping to the chapter they were currently going through when Jackson sat in the seat behind Scott.

"Hey, testicle left and right," he hissed at Stiles and Scott, causing both of them to roll their eyes. "what the fuck is a kanima?"

Stiles and Scott turned around to gape at Jackson—because he was definitely not supposed to know anything about the kanima—when Coach slammed his book on his desk, grabbing everyone's attention.

"All right, listen up!" Coach said loudly. "A quick warning before we begin our review. Some of you, like McCall," he gave Scott a pointed look. "might want to start their own study groups because tomorrow's midterm is so profoundly difficult, I'm not even too sure I could pass it."

The students were quiet, most of them giving Coach unimpressed looks.

Coach didn't notice their disdain. "Okay, I need a volunteer at the board to answer the first question. Who's got it, huh?" he waited as a few hands flew into the air. "Olivia, come on up, buddy."

As Olivia made her way up to the chalkboard, Stiles and Scott turned back to Jackson.

"How do you know about the kanima?" Scott asked him.

"Derek practically kidnapped me last night," Jackson scowled. "He shoved some clear shit down my throat. I was paralyzed from the neck down. Do you have any idea what that feels like?"

Stiles pursed his lips, knowing exactly what Jackson was talking about. "I'm familiar with the sensation."

Jackson glared at him, as if he thought Stiles was just messing with him.

"Wait," Scott spoke up, giving Jackson a confused look. "why would Derek test you? Why would he think that it's you?"

"How should I know?" Jackson asked through clenched teeth. "They mentioned Lydia and I—"

"Wait, they think it's Lydia?" Stiles asked, quickly looking at the oblivious redhead.

"I don't know exactly," Jackson replied. "All I heard was her name and something about chemistry."

"Jackson!"

Stiles and Scott jumped in shock and whipped around, seeing that Coach had snuck up behind them as they were talking to Jackson. Their lacrosse coach didn't seem too pleased that they were talking while Olivia was up at the board answering review questions.

"Do you have something you want to share with the rest of the class?"

"Uh..." Jackson floundered. "Just an undying admiration for my coach."

Coach grinned. "That's really kind of you!" his smile fell and he added sharply, "Now shut up! Shut it!"

As Coach turned around and called someone else up to the board, Scott pulled on Stiles' sweatshirt, quietly asking, "How do we know it's not her?"

"Because I looked into the eyes of that thing, okay? And what I saw was pure evil," Stiles defended Lydia. "When I look into Lydia's eyes, I only see fifty percent evil," he hesitated and corrected himself, "All right, maybe sixty. But no more than a forty-five on a good day."

"Stiles, that's not a very good argument."

"I'm aware of that, okay, but I swear that it's not her," Stiles insisted. "It can't be, all right? Lydia's fine."

As soon as Stiles said that, he noticed that it was Lydia who had volunteered earlier to answer a question. She had half the board covered already, frantically writing down the same phrase over and over again as if she was in a trance.

The words looked like gibberish to Stiles but there was something familiar about the way the phrase was written. 

As the class snickered and whispered back and forth with each other, making fun of Lydia, Stiles heard a loud gasp. He turned in Olivia's direction and was amazed to see that her eyes were purple—just like the night of the last full moon. No one else seemed to notice Olivia's predicament, too distracted by Lydia's weird behavior.

"Lydia," Coach drawled Lydia's name, trying to get her attention. "Lydia!"

Lydia gasped and turned around to face the class, tears falling down her cheeks. As the class chuckled at her, Olivia stood up and quickly made her way to the front, grabbing Lydia's hand and pulling her out of the classroom.

"Okay then," Coach turned to the class. "Anybody else want to try answering? This time in English?"

"What is that, Greek?" Scott asked, peering at the words on the board.

Stiles shook his head and pulled out his phone, snapping a quick picture of the board. "No, actually," he flipped the picture around and showed Scott. "I think it is English."

SOMEONE HELP ME.

Scott observed the picture and looked at Stiles. "Lydia's fine, huh?"

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"I don't understand," Olivia looked between Stiles and Scott, bewildered. "Derek wouldn't hurt Lydia."

As soon as Economics class was over, Stiles and Scott had found her in the hallway, carrying the stuff she left in Coach's classroom. As she put her things away in her locker and grabbed her chemistry book, they quickly explained to her what went down with Jackson the night before.

She had no clue that Derek was going to test Jackson to see if he was the kanima or she would have definitely put a stop to it. Even though they hadn't spoken much lately, she still considered Jackson one of her closest friends and she didn't want him to get hurt. However, Jackson was paralyzed by the kanima's venom, which meant that he was fine and that they still didn't know who the kanima actually was.

Olivia just knew that it couldn't be Lydia. She was with her the night of the lacrosse game when the kanima had trapped Stiles and Derek in the pool.

"He won't hurt her if she's not the kanima," Stiles corrected her.

"Yeah, Derek's not gonna kill her without proof," Scott added as they started walking toward the chemistry lab.

Derek wouldn't kill Lydia without proof but he would definitely test her. Olivia knew Derek—she was probably the one who knew him best—so she didn't doubt that if he thought Lydia had the potential to be the kanima, he would make sure to test his theory.

She just wished Derek talked to her first so she could tell him that she was with Lydia that night and it was impossible for her to be the kanima. She couldn't be in two places at once.

"Okay, then he's gonna test her like he did with Jackson," Olivia pointed out. "And may I point out that if she suddenly collapses out of nowhere, it's gonna be hard to explain?"

"Good point," Stiles conceded as they walked into the chemistry lab. "So when and where are they gonna test her?"

Scott clicked his tongue as Isaac and Erica walked into the room, eyeing the seat next to Lydia at the front. "I think here and now."

At once, Olivia moved toward the seat next to Lydia, glaring at her packmates as they rushed toward it, too. Luckily, Olivia got there first, sliding onto the stool and giving her cousin an innocent look.

Scott pulled up another stool on the other side of Lydia and when she gave him a curious look, he gave her a cheeky smile. As the bell rang, Allison walked into the classroom and sat at the lab table next to them, taking the empty stool next to Stiles. She gave Olivia and Scott a questioning look but Scott just nodded at Stiles so he could explain to her what was going on.

"Einstein once said, 'Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity. And I'm not sure about the universe.'" Mr. Harris stated as he walked into the classroom. "I, myself, have encountered infinite stupidity," he looked pointedly at Stiles, causing the class to laugh. "So, to combat the plague of ignorance in my class, you're going to combine efforts through a round of group experiments."

Olivia bit the inside of her cheek, knowing that it was going to be harder to keep Isaac and Erica away from Lydia if they were going to be partnered up with random people.

"Let's see if two heads are indeed better than one. Or, in Mr. Stilinski's case, less than one," Mr. Harris continued, giving Stiles another nasty look. "Erica, you take the first station. You'll start with..."

Around the lab, many hands flew into the air, all volunteering to be partnered with the blonde werewolf. Erica smirked in satisfaction at her popularity.

"I didn't ask for volunteers," Mr. Harris scolded them. "Put your hormonal little hands down. Erica, start with Mr. McCall. All right, next two..."

Because of the odd number of students in class and the fact that Olivia was one of Mr. Harris' favorite students, Olivia, Lydia, and Allison were grouped together. Olivia and Lydia switched tables with Erica and Allison joined them before starting on their experiment.

While there was a serious situation going on with Lydia, it didn't stop Olivia from being a control freak when it came to their experiment. She took chemistry very seriously and she didn't want her perfect grade messed up because Allison wasn't paying careful attention to the amount of chemicals she put in their beaker.

"No, that's too much," she told Allison as the taller brunette poured too much chloride into the beaker. Allison let her correct the mistake without a fuss, focusing too much on Erica and Scott at the table in front of them.

Lydia tipped a teaspoon of powder into the beaker, knowing that it was the right measurement, and followed Allison's gaze. Erica's hand was on Scott's thigh and she was leaned in a little too close.

"Never?" she asked Allison doubtfully. "You never get jealous?"

"Why would I?" Allison asked casually.

"Because of that thing happening over there," Lydia pointed out, causing Olivia to look at Scott and Erica too. "That requires some jealousy."

Mr. Harris took the time to ring the bell on his desk. "Switch!"

"Listen to me, Lyd," Olivia spoke up as she grabbed the beaker so she could move tables. "Don't talk to Erica or Isaac."

"Why?" Lydia asked. "I thought you were friends..."

"We are. Just don't talk to them, okay?" she requested. "Trust me, all right?"

"Let's go, girls," Mr. Harris urged Allison and Olivia as he walked by their table.

Olivia gave Lydia a pointed look and Lydia nodded.

She left the table, her grip firm around her beaker, and went to the table where Erica was sitting. She needed to have a little chat with her packmate and it seemed like the perfect opportunity.

"Hi, Liv," Erica grinned at her as she set to work, adding more ingredients to her experiment. "Switching sides now?"

"There's no sides, Erica," Olivia muttered. "but if you're intending on killing my cousin, then yeah, I guess I'm on Scott's side."

"Hmm," Erica hummed. "Does Derek know that?"

"Derek knows that I'll protect my family until my last breath," Olivia retorted, not liking the fact that Erica felt like she knew Derek more than she did. "He would know that more than anyone."

"Mmhm."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "If you guys waited until I talked to Derek, we wouldn't be having this little stand-off," she told Erica. "I have proof that Lydia's not the kanima."

"And how do we know you're not lying to protect her?"

"Because I know how important this is."

"Look, Liv, I don't particularly want to do this but what Derek says, goes," Erica admitted. Olivia was conflicted; her packmates were very important to her but this was Lydia—she couldn't let anything happen to her. "Ooh, Isaac and Stiles are talking about you."

Olivia whipped her head around to look at Stiles and Isaac, who were paired up at the table next to them. They both looked irritated to be sitting next to each other and Olivia was more than sure they were arguing.

Was Erica right? Were they talking about me?

Now's not the time, Olivia, she scolded herself. Focus!

Mr. Harris pressed on the bell again. "And switch."

Olivia grabbed her beaker and didn't spare Erica another look as she ended up at a table with Stiles and Scott. When she saw that Isaac had taken the empty spot next to Lydia, she went to get up to intervene.

Mr. Harris blocked her path. "Take a seat, Miss Martin."

Olivia grimaced and sat back down, exchanging nervous looks with Stiles and Scott. She focused on her experiment, looking between the beaker and Lydia and Isaac every so often. As her reaction started forming into a crystal like the lab report instructed, she could feel her pulse start to quicken.

Mr. Harris tapped the bell one last time. "Time," he declared. "If you've catalyzed the reaction correctly, you should now be looking at a crystal."

Despite the circumstances, Olivia was happy that she aced the experiment. Unfortunately for Stiles and Scott, their beaker was filled with what looked like brown goo.

"Now, for the part of the experiment I'm sure you'll all enjoy," Mr. Harris continued. "You can eat it."

Olivia was swatting Stiles' hand away from her beaker where he was trying to take the crystal when Scott jumped up from his stool and shouted, "Lydia!"

All eyes in the classroom went to him, including Lydia. Olivia looked from Scott to her cousin, grimacing when she realized that something was dripping off the crystal in her hand.

Kanima venom.

"What?" Lydia snapped at Scott.

Scott looked around awkwardly and sheepishly sat back down. "Nothing."

Olivia, Stiles, and Scott watched carefully as Lydia took a bite out of her venom-covered crystal. She chewed thoroughly and swallowed yet she didn't fall to the floor, paralyzed from the neck down.

Olivia's eyes widened in confusion.

The kanima venom didn't work on Lydia.

-

"Derek's outside waiting for Lydia," Scott declared as he, Stiles, Olivia, and Allison walked into Coach's office for privacy.

Olivia looked lost as she settled herself by Coach's desk; Stiles stood next to her, there to comfort her if she needed it.

"Waiting to kill her?" Allison asked Scott.

"If he thinks she's the kanima, then yes," Scott confirmed. "especially after what happened at the pool."

Olivia shook her head. "It's not her."

Scott gave her a sympathetic look. "Liv, she didn't pass the test," he pointed out. "Nothing happened."

"I was with her while the kanima was at the pool with Stiles and Derek," she said firmly. She couldn't have been at two places at once. It can't be her."

"It doesn't matter, though, because Derek thinks it's her," Stiles stated, wrapping a comforting arm around Olivia's shoulders; to his surprise, she reached up and grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly.

"So, either we can convince him that he's wrong, or we've got to figure out a way to protect her," Allison said thoughtfully.

"Well, I really don't think he's gonna do anything here. Not at the school," Scott spoke up.

Allison gave him a pointed look. "What about after school?"

"What if we could prove that Derek's wrong?" Olivia rubbed her forehead with her free hand.

"By three o'clock?" Stiles scoffed.

"There could be something in the bestiary."

"Oh, you mean the nine-hundred-page book written in archaic Latin that none of us can read?" Stiles reminded Olivia sarcastically, making her roll her eyes. "Good luck with that."

"Actually," Allison hummed. "I think I know someone who might be able to translate it."

"I can talk to Derek and maybe convince him to give us a chance to prove that it's not her," Scott volunteered.

Olivia nodded. "I'll go with you. Derek will listen to me."

"Actually, I think you and Stiles should be with Lydia," Scott countered thoughtfully. "She's more likely to go with you than anyone else and if you're there, I don't think Erica and Isaac will do anything."

Olivia didn't think Scott was right, considering the fact that Erica and Isaac didn't listen to her during Chemistry when they tested Lydia. Besides, if anyone was going to get through to Derek, it would be her. But she didn't want to argue if Lydia's life was on the line and she would feel better if she was with Lydia.

"Fine," she reluctantly agreed.

"Okay," Scott nodded. "and if anything else happens, you guys let me handle it, okay?"

Allison looked at him, confused. "What does that mean?"

"That you can't heal like I do. I just don't want you getting hurt."

Allison pressed her lips together and grabbed her bag, pulling a small bow out of it. She turned back to Scott and declared, "I can protect myself," when she saw Scott's hesitant look, she set the bow down. "What? Did something else happen?"

"I just don't want you getting hurt," Scott insisted softly. "Seriously, if anything goes wrong, you call me, okay? I-I don't care if your dad finds out. Call, text, scream, yell, whatever. I'll hear you and I'll find you as fast as I can."

Olivia watched as Scott and Allison had their moment, not noticing when Stiles slipped his arm away from her and grabbed Allison's bow. Allison nodded and gave Scott a small smile.

"We have until three," Scott reminded them as he turned to walk out of Coach's office.

There was a thwack noise from behind Olivia and Scott instantly turned around, his eyes wide as he caught the arrow that was headed straight to his forehead. Olivia and Allison turned to Stiles, seeing the bow in his hands, and gave him annoyed looks.

"Sorry, sorry," Stiles apologized sheepishly as he handed Allison the bow. "Sensitive trigger on that."

-

Lydia. Lydia. Lydia. Lydia.

Olivia whimpered and rubbed her temple as her cousin's name was repeated over and over in her head. Knowing that her eyes were probably turning purple, she closed them tightly so no one could see them—the last thing they needed at the moment was someone spotting unnatural purple eyes and having questions about them.

Lydia's name in her head concerned her; she knew Derek wanted to kill Lydia but, for some reason, the warnings in her head made this feel urgent, like she needed to get Lydia to safety right away or she'd be seriously hurt or even killed. There had been plenty of times Olivia had voices in her head, calling the names of her friends, but now they were louder than ever. She didn't know how she knew, but it was clear to her that Lydia was going to die if they didn't stop Derek and his pack.

"What's wrong?" Stiles whispered to her as he and Olivia walked behind Allison, Jackson, and Lydia through the hallway so they could leave school.

"We need to get Lydia out of here right now," Olivia said urgently. "Right now."

Stiles saw how serious Olivia was; he nodded and quickened his pace, ending up next to Lydia. He grabbed her elbow to help speed her along but the redhead ripped herself from his grasp.

"If we're doing a study group, why didn't we just stay in the library?" she asked, annoyed.

"Because we're meeting up with somebody else," Stiles swiftly answered her, once again trying to hurry her along.

"Well, why don't they just meet us in the library?"

"Oh, that would have been a great idea," Stiles lamented fakely, his eyes darting back and forth across the hallway. "Too late."

Lydia narrowed her eyes at him and stopped walking. "Okay, hold on—"

Jackson abruptly grabbed Lydia's arm and pushed her to start walking again. "Lydia, just shut up and walk."

Stiles, Olivia, and Allison exchanged worried looks as they followed Lydia and Jackson out of the school. The five of them got into Stiles' Jeep and he peeled out of the parking lot, going almost twenty miles over the speed limit.

They arrived at Scott's house in no time; Olivia made sure to keep close to Lydia as they got out of the vehicle, ignoring the whispers in her head that were growing more frantic.

"If we're studying at Scott's house then where's Scott?" Lydia asked curiously as they walked up the porch steps.

"Meeting us here," Stiles replied as he unlocked the door with his key. "I think. I hope."

Stiles quickly ushered everyone inside the house. As soon as Allison stepped through the threshold, Stiles slammed the door shut and started locking the deadbolt, chain, and the knob. He turned back to them and noticed the questioning look that Lydia was giving him.

"Uh, there's been a few break-ins around the neighborhood," Stiles lied.

He spotted a chair sitting by the stairs and grabbed it, wedging it under the doorknob just in case Isaac, Erica, or Boyd got any ideas about breaking the locks. Lydia pointed at the chair, narrowing her eyes.

"And a murder," Stiles added awkwardly. "Yeah, it was bad."

Jackson sighed and when Allison gestured toward upstairs, he spoke up, "Lydia, follow me. I need to talk to you for a minute."

Lydia looked to Olivia, silently asking her if she should go with Jackson, and Olivia nodded.

She'd be safe upstairs, she convinced herself.

Lydia sighed heavily and started toward the stairs. "Seriously?" she asked harshly. "What is going on with everyone?"

-

Olivia paced back and forth in Scott's foyer as Allison spoke to Scott using Stiles' phone, informing him of their current situation. She urged him to come home as Stiles glanced away from the window and nodded at her.

Derek, Erica, Isaac, and Boyd had showed up at the McCall residence twenty minutes before and had yet to make a move. They were just staring at the house as the sky darkened, waiting for something to happen.

Olivia had no idea what to do. She had called Derek three times to try to explain what was going on with Lydia but he wasn't answering her. It frustrated her that her cousin wouldn't trust her enough to just wait and hear her out. Derek was going to kill Lydia without a second thought and it made Olivia's heart ache with grief and betrayal.

"What are you doing?" Stiles asked Allison, getting Olivia's attention.

Allison sniffed as she pulled her phone out of her pocket and tapped on the screen. "I think—" she pressed her hand against her mouth. "I think I have to call my dad."

Stiles' eyes widened. "But if he finds you here, you and Scott—"

"I know," Allison nodded. "but what are we supposed to do? They're not here to scare us. They're here to kill Lydia."

Olivia bit the inside of her cheek thoughtfully. "Okay, I'm going out there," she declared, ceasing her pacing to march toward the door. "I'm talking to Derek and if he—"

Stiles grabbed her around the waist and swung her away from the door. "Oh, no you don't," he said firmly. "You're staying in here where it's safe."

"Derek wouldn't hurt me."

"Well, he's currently trying to kill your cousin, so I'm not so sure of that," Stefan retorted, ignoring Olivia's annoyed glare as he turned back to the window. "Okay...I got an idea," he told Allison. "Just shoot one of them."

Allison raised her eyebrows. "Are you serious?"

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

"It might work," Olivia spoke up, moving to Allison's side to look out at her pack mates. "They don't think we'll fight so if one of them gets hit, they might take off."

"Exactly," Stiles nodded jerkily. "So just shoot one of them."

Allison nodded. "Which one?"

"Uh—Derek," Stiles said firmly. "Yeah, shoot him. Preferably in the head."

"Don't shoot Derek," Olivia objected; he was still her cousin and she loved him, even if he was trying to murder Lydia at the moment. "If Scott was able to catch an arrow, Derek will definitely be able to."

"Ugh, fine," Stiles groaned. "Just shoot one of the other three, then."

"You mean two," Allison corrected him, looking out the window again.

"What? No, I mean three," Stiles swiped the curtain aside to look at Derek and the others; Isaac was mysteriously missing. "Where the hell is Isaac?"

Olivia furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as the whispers of her friends' names started up in her head again. Lydia's was the most prominent one, but Allison and Stiles' names were getting louder, too.

"Guys..." Olivia spoke up, her eyes flashing as she turned around and saw Isaac stalking toward her. "Isaac—"

Stiles and Allison turned around just as Isaac pushed Olivia out of the way, her body hitting the floor with a thump. Isaac easily grabbed the bow in Allison's hands and threw it, pushing her to the floor next to Olivia as he moved on to Stiles.

"Go get Lydia and Jackson," Olivia told Allison as she helped her up, trying to focus on anything other than the voices screaming at her. She winced as she heard the sound of Stiles and Isaac fighting in the kitchen. "Hurry."

Allison nodded and scrambled up the stairs to warn Jackson and Lydia about Isaac. Olivia rushed toward the kitchen, vaguely hearing Allison call down to them about the kanima appearing.

Shit, she cursed mentally, where the hell was Scott?

Olivia entered the kitchen just as Isaac threw Stiles onto the kitchen table, knocking down the bowl of fruit settled in the middle. Anger flared in her stomach but she tried to keep a cool head as she rushed toward the brawling boys.

"Isaac!" she shouted, reaching for one of his arms as he went to punch Stiles. "Isaac!"

Isaac turned back and growled at her, his eyes flashing gold, but faltered when she was able to grab his right arm. His wolf features disappeared—much to her confusion—and he was left defenseless as he calmed down.

While Isaac was distracted, Stiles grabbed the wooden fruit bowl and whacked Isaac on the head with it; the blonde werewolf fell to the floor, unconscious. Olivia and Stiles stared at each other with wide eyes, wondering what had just happened.

"I came to help but I can see you didn't need it," Scott said as he entered the kitchen with Allison on his heels.

"We're competent, thank you," Stiles rolled his eyes at him.

Scott grabbed Isaac by the shirt and carried him out of the kitchen, stopping to grab a paralyzed Erica on the way. He threw them both out of the front door and into his yard at Derek's feet. Olivia and the others ambled out onto the porch to stare the alpha down.

Derek huffed at his betas and looked up at Scott. "I think I'm finally getting why you keep refusing me, Scott," he commented, his eyes trailing over to Olivia. "You're not an omega. You're already an alpha of your own pack but you know you can't beat me."

Olivia scowled at her cousin, not liking the way his eyes flashed with betrayal. He was the one who wanted to kill Lydia. He was the one who betrayed her first.

"I can hold you off until the cops get here," Scott declared.

Derek's face fell as he looked to the side, hearing the sirens coming closer to Scott's house. He was easily distracted, as were all the others, when a hiss came from Scott's roof. They all looked up and flinched away when the kanima crawled across the shingles and screeched at them.

Derek glowered at the kanima as it scurried away and turned to Boyd. "Get them out of here."

It was then that Lydia stormed out of the house, an annoyed and frightened look on her face as she stared them all down.

"Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?" she asked loudly.

"Oh, my God," Olivia breathed in realization...and slight relief. "It's Jackson."