restraint

It fell dark. Allison and Scott sat in the brunette's car on lookout point, the transport van sitting a few feet behind them as they looked over the town of Beacon Hills, a beautiful town at night, if it weren't for all of the secrets it held, it would still be a beautiful town. But the two who sat looking over the cliff as the lights of houses, apartments, and the community building sparkled knew that it wasn't beautiful because they knew of all its secrets. They were some of its secrets. Scott had just checked on Jackson who sat silently in the back of the van, not even looking at the wolf who tried to reason with him, explaining that there was a good reason for what they'd done to him. That it was in the best interests of him and everyone else in this town. Once it was clear he wasn't getting anywhere with the Kanima he retreated back to the car where Allison waited, one good thing about their Jackson-duty was that they were doing it together, alone, for once they were alone and didn't have to worry about being caught. The girl's parents and Gerard wouldn't think to come up here, especially not when Kinsey had told them that they were going to the movies tonight. To spend some much-needed time with one another.

"Stiles went to check on Lydia. She still hasn't forgiven him for promising to talk to her and then ditching her at her car." Scott said as he jumped back in the car, laughing slightly. "Kinsey said she had to run some kind of errand, she said she'll be back later to take over with Jackson."

"An errand?" Allison questioned, unsure of what errand her cousin could have possibly had to run, especially at this time of night.

The car fell silent for a few minutes as the two embraced the silence, finally, they had time to think and be at one with their thoughts after spending the entire day in confusion, struggling to make sense of the world around them.

Scott cleared his throat. "How did your dad know where to be last night?" He asked softly. "He was there in the alley. Him and Gerard."

"They have people." Allison shrugged in admittance. She and Kinsey had quickly learned that. From the hunter that helped Chris to kidnap them, who had now died at the hands of the Kanima, to the regular group of hunters that would sit in their house, at their dining table, who would look them straight in the eyes as they followed their grandfather into the office. Closing the door behind them, keeping them out of what secrets were buried within the truth of the Argent family business. The real one. Not the cover Chris and Kate had created. "Guys who monitor every camera in town. ATMs, traffic cameras. Have you seen the ones they put up in school?" She asked, to which the wolf nodded. "You thought we told him," Allison added.

"No." Scott shook his head. "I don't know, I just..." He stammered, but his girlfriend nodded, she knew that was exactly what it was. Part of him still struggled to trust the daughters of two skilled hunters who purposely hunted his kind, and she couldn't blame him for that, and she knew that Kinsey wouldn't blame him for that either. "I don't know, I just..." He repeated again.

"We're on your side, Scott. I'm on your side. I'm always on your side."

Stiles sat on the purple armchair in Lydia's room. The redhead sat at her vanity. For the past half an hour he had tried to defend himself for his behavior that night at the pool, for abandoning her rather than staying and talking to her. It wasn't easy to explain given he couldn't tell her that Jackson had been running around trying to kill people and they'd been trying to figure out what exactly he was. Explaining without mentioning those things made it near impossible.

Though the redhead hadn't forgiven him and had barely spoken to him since tonight she didn't seem so bothered. As if something else, more important were on her mind as she stared into her own reflection, combing her soft curled locks with her fingers as she listened to him. After he had run out of things to defend himself and sorry just didn't seem to cut it Stiles did something rare, he sat in silence, for a few moments as he waited for the redhead to finally speak. Argue. Or maybe if he were lucky, forgive him for being a crappy friend to her and not giving her the time of day that she deserved from a friend.

"Stiles. Why are you here?" Lydia finally spoke up, looking at him through the mirror.

"What?" Stiles mumbled. "To apologize for-"

"No, not that." She shook her head. "I mean why are you here when you could be with Kinsey. I thought I told you to man up and tell her how you feel, so why haven't you done it yet?"

"I took her on a date. You know, the ice rink."

"Big woop. She went on a group date with us all. Again." Lydia followed blankly. "That's where you should be tonight. Not here whining and apologizing to me." A taken aback Stiles sat in silence, his mouth gaped as he looked at the redhead, rather than earlier when he'd simply ran out of words, now he was just plain and simply speechless. "Well, go on then. Go and find her."

Stiles stood up with a nod, agreeing to follow her plan. As he was about to step out of the door Lydia stopped him again, this time she turned her body to look at him rather than looking at him through the reflection of her mirror. "Thank you. For coming to apologize." She said softly with a smile. "I hope that things work for you and Kinsey. She deserves someone like you."

With crossed legs Kinsey sat with the darkness surrounding her, she fiddled with her fingers, slowly chipping away at the black nail polish on her dainty fingers as she looked down at her lap. In all the time she'd been sitting here she'd been fighting for something to say but nothing seemed right. With a deep breath, she looked up at the gravestone in front of her. Since the death of her mother, she'd only been here once, and it wasn't intentional, it was when she'd been looking for Lydia when she had disappeared from the hospital. Not because she was a daughter who missed her deceased mother, like tonight.

After her small outburst about saving Jackson as she wished someone could have done for her mother she decided that she at least owed the woman a visit, it had been the first time she had truly allowed herself to think about her mother since watching Peter's claws rip through her. It wasn't that the thought was too painful, it was the fact that she had still been too disgusted by what her mother had done six years ago. That she had killed an entire family, even if they were related to Peter, they didn't deserve what her mother did to them.

But now, that disgust had passed. And all she was left with was what a girl was supposed to feel for her deceased mother. Grief. An emptiness that was supposed to contain the love of a mother, or at least be soothed by a father, she was left without both of those things.

Kinsey opened her mouth hoping that the words would spill out, that her subconscious would say the words for her when she felt unable to. Nothing came out. Her lip quivered as tears began to build in her eyes until they had begun uncontrollably rolling down her cheeks. Kinsey pulled her knees up to her chest, burying her head in her crossed arms as she sobbed. There were no words for a girl who'd lost her mother, not for a girl who'd watched her mother be murdered in front of her, and not for a girl who wished that her mother wasn't a monster who killed an entire innocent family, just because of who they were. What they were.

Stiles wondered through the steel gates of the cemetery, pulling his flashlight out of his pocket. When he'd turned up at lookout point once again hoping to find Kinsey there on Jackson-duty with Allison and Scott he hadn't been met with what he had hoped for. Instead of finding the girl, he found the transport van, empty, and the couple in the back of Allison's car, asleep. Kinsey wasn't in the equation, she wasn't at lookout point and she hadn't been seen since just after he had left. Like Scott had told Allison, he told Stiles that she needed to run an errand. The older Argent had been right to question what kind of errand her cousin had to complete because Stiles had questioned it also. Only he'd figure it out a lot quicker than Allison.

"Kins?" Stiles shouted as he walked through the cemetery, struggling to find his way through the darkness, hoping not to anger any spirits by stepping on their grave. "Kinsey? You out here?"

The boy continued wandering through the darkness until he caught a glimpse of glossy brown curled hair sitting in front of a gravestone, the owner of it just so happening to be wearing the same black jacket that he had last seen Kinsey in. He didn't speak another word as he approached her, but from the crunching of the leaves she'd known he was approaching her, she didn't even have to turn to know it was Stiles. Nobody else knew her enough to know she'd come here, she didn't even think Allison would assume she would come here, not after all of the things she had said about her mother since her death. Before today, even Kinsey herself didn't think that she would come to this gravestone with a purpose, she never thought she would feel like she did tonight. She never thought she'd grieve for a murderer.

With a sigh, looking at the grave in front of them Stiles took a seat beside the weeping Kinsey, he knew this feeling all too well. Sitting before a grave that read the name of a mother, his mother, her mother. Maybe they'd lost their mothers in many different circumstances but that grieving feeling still felt the same. Stiles looked at the girl questioning how he could comfort her, that had been one thing he didn't quite get when his mother had died, he was alone, and he was determined to make sure she didn't have to do that too. Wearily, he placed a comforting arm around the girl, hoping that mere touch would bring her some comfort. He was taken aback when Kinsey had turned completely, turning it into a full hug as she sobbed into his chest while she clutched a handful of his shirt.

"I miss her, Stiles. I miss my mom." Her voice broke through her sobs.

"I know, Kins. I know."

When Kinsey was finally ready to leave Stiles took her straight home, taking the journey as his chance to fill her in on the latest update, the fact that Jackson was gone and that Allison had agreed to tell Chris about Jackson, Scott, everything that was deemed necessary. Frankly, it couldn't have come at a worse time for the girl who'd spent the past two hours sitting at her mother's grave but Beacon Hills didn't wait for anybody, and it especially didn't let them grieve before the next bad thing was happening. So that Kinsey didn't have to go through the torture of explaining where she had been Stiles took it upon himself to text Allison what Kinsey had told him, at least then tonight wouldn't be so torturous.

As soon as Kinsey had walked into the house Allison was sitting on the stairs waiting for her to come home, everyone else seemingly already tucked into bed. By the sorrowful look on Allison's face Kinsey could tell that Stiles must have told her, but rather than speaking about it the older girl stood up, opening her arms to her younger cousin, she didn't need a conversation, she needed a hug and comfort, from everyone she loved.

Allison walked the younger brunette upstairs before dispersing, while she headed to her own room to try and translate more of the bestiary hoping to get more information on Jackson and his Kanima form she instructed Kinsey to head to bed, encouraging her to at least try to get some sleep before school tomorrow. Telling Chris could at least wait until then.

Kinsey stumbled into her dark bedroom with a sigh, running her hands through her curled hair until she stopped at her vanity, placing her jacket on the chair before switching on the lamp. As soon as the room was illuminated she was able to see a reflection in her mirror. A particular redhead sat on the edge of her bed. Kinsey took a sharp gasp as she turned to look at Lydia who sat innocently, not thinking to announce herself.

"Oh, my God, Lyds. You scared the crap out of me." Kinsey mumbled with a hand on her chest.

"I've been sitting here waiting an hour for you."

"Is everything okay?" The brunette asked as she sat down beside the redhead.

"I need someone to talk to."

"Yeah. Sure. Go ahead." Kinsey nodded reassuringly, using her sleeve to wipe off any remnants of the tears she had shed tonight."

"Wait." Lydia stopped before she began spilling on her own problems. "You've been crying. Where exactly did Stiles find you tonight?"

Confused, Kinsey turned to look at the redhead with a furrowed brow wondering how exactly she knew that Stiles had come and found her tonight rather than anyone else. After that multiple questions began to pop up in her head, one being how Lydia had actually gotten in the house and whether Allison knew because the redhead sitting in her bedroom seemed like something that Allison would have announced upon her entering the house. But Lydia was more than willing to answer all of her questions, at least after she had explained where Stiles had found her, the boy didn't think to text Lydia explaining to her too, he didn't exactly expect her to be waiting for Kinsey in her dark bedroom either. In the midst of Kinsey's rant that she made sure not to mention Jackson or a Kanima in she blurted out how she and Allison needed to translate the impossible language of Archaic Latin. Then came one of the most unexpected things of tonight. More unexpected than Jackson escaping. Or Scott being willing to reveal himself to Sheriff Stilinski. Or Allison having to tell her parents about her relationship with the wolf. No, this beat them all. Lydia knew and could translate Archaic Latin, therefore, the bestiary.

Kinsey, Lydia, and Allison had been sat in the room of the older Argent trying to work through translating the bestiary section by section. Lydia didn't quite understand the things that she was reading and translating but she didn't ask, frankly, she was glad to finally be sat spending a night with her two best friends again after it had felt so long since they had last had the chance too. The two Argent's had realized this, and as much as they wanted to fix it, sometimes it felt necessary to keep the redhead at arm's length to keep her safe, to keep her unbeknownst to the cruel, supernatural world that she was already somewhat a part of. The three had heard when the landline ringing echoed through the quiet Argent home, none of them thinking to bat an eyelid as they continued to ignore it, focusing on the true task at hand. It was until there was a knock at the door that the three girls raised their heads from Kinsey's tablet that they had been using to translate the bestiary. In the doorway stood Chris with a look that neither Kinsey or Allison often saw on his face, but when they did, they dreaded it.

"Kinsey. Get your jacket." Chris instructed. The fact he had used "Kinsey" instead of "Kinny" was her first sign that something bad had happened, it was only when he was being as serious as possible that he ever called her that. Though confused, Kinsey grabbed her jacket from her desk chair as she looked wearily at Allison.

"Where are you going?" His daughter asked innocently.

"To the Sheriff's Department. Sheriff Stilinski called. You have a lot of explaining to do."

Kinsey, Scott, and Stiles sat at the table before Sheriff Stilinski who held a clipboard in his hand ready to read the restraining order that Jackson and his father were filing against them. Also in the room stood Melissa and Chris who'd had heat radiating from him since the minute he had gotten the phone call, only worsened when he found out he had to stand in a room with Scott after finding out all of the things his niece had done tonight. Part of him was just thankful that Allison didn't seem to play a part in any of the tomfooleries, then his anger might have just popped a blood vessel. If not his own, then maybe his wife's.

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

After listing all of the restrictions Sheriff Stilinsk threw the clipboard on the table that sat before the three teenagers, all with a variation of the same expression. Stiles was sat fiddling with his fingers as he looked guiltily at his father, Scott was looking down trying to ignore the anger he could smell coming from his mother and Kinsey, honestly, she just wanted to get out of this room because of the feeling of Mr. Whittemore staring into her soul was more uncomfortable than knowing she was having a restraining order filed against her at the age of sixteen.

There was an uncomfortable silence after Sheriff Stilinski had finished listening. Then, and only then the three teenagers feel comfortable with speaking, more so Stiles than the other two who were thinking of how they could use their words to their advantage, not make things worse than they already were. Stiles, on the other hand, didn't use that logic.

"What about school?" He asked, seemingly innocent.

"You can attend classes while attempting to maintain a 50-foot distance."

"Okay, what if we have to use the bathroom at the same time-" Stiles began, a shared sigh coming from the adults in the room who knew where this was going. "And there's only two stalls available and they're both right next to each other?" He continued to ask as he looked at his dad who stood with folded arms and a straight face, a severely unimpressed face. "I'll just hold it."

Once satisfied, or as satisfied as a pissed father could be, Sheriff Stilinski dismissed everyone in the room. Argent had been the first to exit the room after telling his niece he would meet her in the car, he couldn't stand to be in the Sheriff's department a moment longer, and he had an incline that she would want a conversation with her "boyfriend" before they left for the night, a thought that still frankly sickened him. Kinsey and Stiles followed Sheriff Stilinski out of the room, it seemed that she would be receiving two lectures tonight, being beside Stiles had guaranteed her in receiving one, or at least hearing Stiles's lecture from his father. She didn't need Scott's ability to sense emotions to know that every single adult that had been in that room was furious with the three of them. But Kinsey was still in disbelief that Jackson had actually had the nerve to file a restraining order against her, especially after she had been the one to defend keeping him alive, a lot more than Scott had argued against killing him.

As they walked out of the room Stiles attempted to lighten the mood with a slight joke, clearly, he hadn't read the room as well as Kinsey had, because now was the worst possible time for a joke. His father was seething, she'd never seen the man so mad in his life. After his poorly timed joke, Sheriff Stilinski pulled the boy aside, instinctively Kinsey stepped aside too as she stood beside Stiles, she should have just taken the opportunity to run, but she needed to speak to the two boys before her uncle came back to pull her out of the Sheriff's department himself.

"Do I need to remind you how lucky we are that they're not pressing charges?"

"Oh, come on, it was just a joke." Stiles defended himself. About both his joke and the fact that the three of them had kidnapped Jackson. He must be in a humorous mood tonight.

"It was a joke?"

"Yes, I didn't think it would be taken that seriously. Dad, humor's very subjective, okay? I mean, we're talking about multiple levels of interpretation here."

"Uh-huh." Sheriff Stilinski nodded.

"Uh-huh." Stiles agreed, then nudging the girl beside him so she too agreed.

"Okay, well, how exactly am I supposed to interpret the stolen transport van, huh? And not only did you steal a transport van and kidnap your classmate, but you dragged poor Kinsey into all of this too." Sheriff Stilinski said as he gestured towards the girl, just as Scott and his mother passed them, before the three could share a look through the lecture that the Sheriff was giving Melissa had already warned her son to move before she got angrier too. The two receiving the lecture decided not to mention that Kinsey hadn't been dragged into all of this, at least not really, she'd been the one to drive the transport van out to lookout point, she could be claimed just as guilty as the boys. But they decided to keep Sheriff Stilinski's pristine impression of the girl in front of him intact, the poor man had been through enough tonight.

So, Stiles completely ignored the point his dad made about dragging Kinsey into it.

"We filled the tank!" He defended them. Not well.

Sheriff Stilinski sighed, choosing not to acknowledge that comment. He'd run out of words to say to his son, after all of the conversations they'd had lately about lying he thought that he wouldn't be in the situation they were in tonight. After asking Kinsey if she needed a ride home from himself rather than his son the man turned to have a conversation with Mr. Whittemore who had been stood waiting with folded arms, listening to the lecture being given to the teenagers, and as usual, judging. It was clear where Jackson got it from.

"I'm so screwed," Stiles complained as the two of them walked in the direction of the exit.

"You're screwed? Stiles, have you met my uncle. You know, the hunter. Or, I don't know my aunt. My grandfather. Literally anyone in my family. I am the definition of screwed right now."

"Surprisingly, I think I'd be more scared of your aunt right now."

"It's the eyes, right?" Kinsey asked, cringing at the thought of her aunt's blue eyes piercing into her soul when she got home because it was inevitable that she and Gerard would be sitting waiting to hear what had happened tonight. And it was guaranteed that she would be grounded. Maybe for the rest of her teenage life. Or longer, depending on just how pissed Victoria was.

As the two were about to walk around the corner they were met with the sight of the two McCall's stood blocking the way as Scott received his lecture from his mother, but hers was much different to the one they had just received, and probably the one that Kinsey would get from her guardians. Her tone was less filled with anger but almost guilt, as if she felt somewhat responsible for the trouble that her son had gotten into. The two had begun eavesdropping just as Melissa insisted her son would be grounding, laying out his conditions which were simple, only being allowed out for work and no TV. At least that's what it was before Scott pointed out that their TV was broken. Then Melissa changed it to no computer. Until Scott told her he needed it for school work as if he had done any since the semester had started, all of them had been a little preoccupied to focus on schoolwork too much, it was a miracle it was only him failing.

Melissa had begun struggling to think of what she could deprive her son of while he was grounded, she couldn't say Allison now that the two were broken up, and just like that, she turned to see Stiles and Kinsey behind them, not even attempting to hide the fact they were listening to the conversation. The three came as a package, she'd quickly learned that.

"No Stiles." Melissa deadpanned, dropping the faces of the three teenagers. She had really gone there. She had really just banned her son from seeing Stiles. His best friend.

"What... No Stiles?" The boy asked in disbelief, almost yelling as he stepped forward to defend himself against the woman, a big mistake. Had he forgotten the night they crashed her date?

"No Stiles!" Melissa yelled, causing the boy to quickly take a step back so he was back beside Kinsey, now he remembered that night. "And while we're at it, no Kinsey either. And no more car privileges. Give me your keys." She insisted, holding her hand out ready. "Give 'em to me!"

Scott quickly dug into his pockets for the car keys, just as petrified of his mother as the two stood behind her, he didn't see this side to her often, and honestly, he hated it. He hated knowing that he'd made his mother angry, and he hated having everything taken off of him, he felt like he was fourteen again and had punched another wall in anger, at least if he did that now he wouldn't come out of it with a broken hand as he had back then. When the keys were finally in her hand Melissa began fumbling with them attempting to release them for the tangled state that Scott's pocket had put them in, only frustrating her more when she couldn't do it.

"Mom, do you want me to..."

"No." Melissa cut him off as she continued fumbling with them.

"Mom, come on, let me just... Mom." Scott said softly, trying to stop her from growing more stressed than she already was but the woman was persistently trying. "Mom." He insisted, cupping her hands so she couldn't continue fiddling with the keys.

Melissa sighed loudly before looking at her son. "What is going on with you? Is this about Allison?" She asked, causing the two behind her to shake their heads rapidly, especially the girl related to Allison.

Not knowing what to say Scott stared at his mother blankly before sighing himself. Kinsey and Stiles were anxiously waiting to see what he replied, hoping he'd find something better to blame his behavior on rather than Allison, or the truth. As he asked his mother if she really wanted to know his two friends began shaking their heads once again while Melissa nodded. Kinsey had eventually stopped shaking her head, but Stiles continued until the room was spinning and it looked like he was going to physically decapitate himself from shaking it that hard. Even then Scott looked at them, ignoring them, trying to think of an excuse.

"Is this about your father?"

After that question from the boy's mom, Stiles nodded frantically in agreement, that was the best excuse ever in his eyes but Kinsey disagreed as she shook her head. That was possibly one of the worst things he could blame it on, in her eyes he shouldn't be using his father's abandonment as an excuse for what had been going on, there had to be something better to say than that. Maybe it was because of sitting in front of her mothers grave just a few hours ago wishing that the woman was here that she felt so inclined to disagree, or maybe it was because she wished that she had the opportunity to use her dad leaving her as an excuse, but something about it didn't resonate with her. Even if it could get Scott out of trouble.

"It is, isn't it?" Melissa asked again, Stiles still nodding, Kinsey still shaking her head as Scott looked straight at them for guidance. "Okay, you know what... Um... We'll talk about this at home. I'm gonna go get the car." She said calmly, walking away from them.

All three teenagers looked at one another taking a large sigh, Stiles and Kinsey leaned against the doorframe as Scott walked towards them insisting he was the worst son ever, his comment had caused Stiles to suggest he wasn't winning any prizes in that department either as he looked at his father who stood with Mr. Whittemore, receiving a lecture of his own. Because of the comment, he had made about the toilet situation while they were in the interrogation room Mr. Whittemore felt the need to point out how immature his son was, how he had mocked him while receiving a restraining order. His yells were loud enough to be heard through the entire department, he wasn't holding back, he wanted everyone to know his disappointment in the town Sheriff, and with a reputation like his, people were sure to believe him.

"Kinsey." A voice came from down the hall. Chris stood at the end of it with folded arms, she had forgotten for a moment that he had been waiting for her. "It's time to go. Say goodbye."

Derek walked through the abandoned subway carriage that he had claimed at his current place of hiding since the Hale house was no longer safe, Issac and Erica following him as he explained his latest plan to kill the Kanima, better known now as Jackson, neither of them arguing against the thought of killing him like Scott and Kinsey had when they had discussed their plan with their own pack. Derek's plan, however, wasn't to go alone in this, in fact, it couldn't have been further from it, he intended on using the knowledge of Scott and his pack to kill Jackson, to help him reach his goal of ridding Beacon Hills from the monster he had created. And in his eyes there was only one way to do that, befriending someone from the pack. It seemed necessary, not only did the pack have Scott but it had two Argents, both of which with access to the bestiary and weapons that might just be able to kill the Kanima. With the entire pack keeping their distance from him after he had turned three people he didn't quite know where the other pack stood in their knowledge of the Kanima, they could be just as clueless as him, or like he hoped, they could know enough to know how to stop him, control him, or best case scenario, kill him.

"I need one of you to get on their good side." Derek insisted.

"Hmm, Scott or Stiles?" Erica smiled, swiping her tongue across her teeth, a delicious thought. Especially when it was paired with revenge on the two Argent girls.

"Either." Derek deadpanned. But he had a better idea. While he still intended on the flirtatious blonde going for one of the males to attempt getting some information from them he knew where efforts would be much better placed. After all, he was there the night that Isaac and Kinsey formally introduced themselves, he'd seen the spark and everything that had followed it. And the way his beta talked about the brunette hadn't gone unnoticed. "Isaac. I think this is an opportunity for you." He smiled cunningly as he looked at the tall beta.

"Isaac?" Erica scoffed, offended that she wasn't the first choice, for a split second, then she began seeing what Derek had seen. An opportunity. A fantastic one at that. "Oh." She grinned, Isaac seemed to be the only one not catching onto their wavelength. "Kinsey."

Peering over their shoulder, Allison and Kinsey walked into the school library peering over their shoulder, watching their backs seemed to be something they were doing a lot lately, and after last night's events they were certain it was something they'd be doing even more.

Kinsey followed her uncle through the front door of their home, a door that had nearly been taken off of its hinges after the way he had thrown it open. She watched as the man stormed ahead into the living room, barely able to look at his niece, the vein popping out of his forehead hadn't gone unnoticed, it was all she'd been able to think about during the ride home. Kinsey considered rushing up the stairs as she softly shut the front door behind her, hoping that maybe if she were quick enough she wouldn't be called into the living room by either her furious uncle or the two adults that lived under this roof who were bounded to be just as mad at her. But before she'd even reached the bottom step she heard her grandfather call her name, stopping her from placing her foot on that step. With her head down she walked into the room where her uncle stood, her aunt and grandfather sat on the couch waiting intently. Based on the lack of wine in their glasses she assumed they'd been waiting for them to get home for a while.

Victoria's expression seemed to match that of her uncles, a scowl and a vein popping out of her head, only hers had been infused by the finest wine from France. She hadn't even heard the tale of what had happened tonight, the mere fact of her niece being called to the station was enough to fuel her anger, she dreaded the reputation the family would get once news spread that Kinsey had been involved in whatever had taken them to the Sheriff's Department. And that dread only strengthened when she'd actually been given the explanation from her husband, this had been the exact kind of thing she'd been hoping to avoid from the second they drove over the border of Beacon Hills. It was the very thing she should have expected from her niece, for her to mess up the perfect image she'd set up in her mind for them.

Gerard, however, seemed to be the only one who wasn't mad at the girl who stood before them ashamed of what she had done. Mostly ashamed, anyway. Instead, the man seemed proud of what his granddaughter had done as if her kidnapping someone had shown promise. Maybe her getting caught wasn't something to be proud of, but that was something they could work on, the point was she'd shown initiative. If tonight had proven anything it was that she was well on her way to becoming a good gunter, that her training was being put to good use, and that with more, she and Allison would have the chance of becoming great hunters, maybe even greater than their parents were at that age.

Of course, he kept his opinion to himself, for once. His chance to show his pride would come in due time. But right now she was busy receiving a lecture from her aunt and uncle, trying her best to aver her eyes in the hopes of avoiding more shame. She looked over to her grandfather for a split second, which he took as his opportunity to nod proudly, a slight smirk across his face, that had been enough for her to know that he was the only one in the room who wasn't going to hold a grudge against her after tonight's events.

The lecture she received from them was a blur, after hearing the same sentence of "What were you thinking?" from both of them multiple times, it had all become a little tedious and repetitive for her liking. All she wanted was to get upstairs and see how much of the bestiary Lydia had managed to translate, for once in her life she wasn't opposed to some late-night reading. Most of the lecture she had ignored as she wondered about the bestiary, but when she had heard a single sentence come from her uncle's mouth she couldn't ignore it anymore. It was the only part she wished she hadn't heard, and one of the only ones she had.

"You are just like your mother." Chris snarled in anger.

"What?" Kinsey mumbled, looking up at her uncle, the hurt in her voice was clear.

She could tell by the look on his face that the comment had slipped out, he'd been thinking it, maybe for a while, but he hadn't intended on it coming out anytime soon, if ever. As soon as it had he'd been reminded what his own daughter had said to him just a short half an hour ago. While sitting on the parking lot outside of the Sheriff's Department Allison had called him with the hopes to check up on him and Kinsey after they'd been gone for a while. Her words seemed to echo in his head now. 𝐃𝐚𝐝, 𝐠𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. She'd warned him, and he had done the exact opposite, instead, he'd brought up his sister, shoved the name in her face rather than avoid the topic completely for the sake of his grieving niece. And within an instant of the words coming out, her eyes had swelled with tears.

"Kinny-"

"I need to be excused," Kinsey mumbled, already walking out of the living room.

"Kinsey, wait." Chris looked at his wife who urged him to follow her, which he quickly did. He knew he couldn't leave it at that, the girl looked heartbroken. For more reasons than having her dead mother's name mentioned. "Kinsey." He repeated again as he reached the foyer, the girl already halfway up the stairs as she whipped her head around to look at him.

"Save it. I don't wanna hear it." She shook her head as a tear rolled down her cheek, a sight that broke his heart just as much as his words had broken hers. "You know, Uncle Chris, I've had a lot of things said to me since she died, but that. That was the worst thing anyone's ever said to me. And it came from my own uncle."

There wasn't another word spoken between the two of them as Kinsey stormed up the stairs, making a point of slamming her bedroom door when she reached it. And Chris, well, he was too ashamed to chase after her, and even if he hadn't felt so ashamed, Victoria had advised him to leave her alone for a while. That seemed like the best option for now, if there was anyone she was going to want to talk to it was Allison, not either of them nor Gerard.

Allison looked straight into the lens of the camera while Kinsey looked down the aisle to their left where Scott and Stiles had told her they'd be waiting, it seemed ironic that it would be the fictional aisle considering their life was full of things she used to think was fictional. The two girls looked at one another before heading to the following aisle, the fantasy aisle, also ironic.

The four had scoured the entire school for blind spots until they had found what seemed to be the only one, here, in the aisles of the library, hiding behind bookshelves. Hiding Allison and Scott's secret relationship was becoming harder by the day and with extra eyes on Kinsey came extra eyes on Allison. Not that either of them could blame their family for the extra surveillance after she'd had a restraining order filed against her. Not to mention that it was with Scott and Stiles, which was a problem within itself. Also, Chris thought she'd run away from home after the comment he'd made about her. Frankly, there were a million reasons why the two girls needed extra surveillance. The only benefit that had come with last night's events was the slight delay it had caused in Allison confessing her relationship and what they knew about Jackson.

Other than that single advantage, their lives were a mess.

As the two approached the opposite side of the bookshelf Kinsey pulled her tablet out of her bag ready to pass it through to the two boys so they could read all of Lydia's translations. Even after Kinsey had spent almost two hours out of the house the redhead had still been sat in her room with Allison annotating the relevant pages of the bestiary. It had taken so long that the three had ended up having a sleepover, which after Kinsey's interaction with her uncle, she needed. All of them needed it, they'd felt distant from each other lately, and distance was the last thing three girls who were struggling to cope with their lives needed.

"It's everything Lydia could translate. And trust me, she was very confused." Allison muttered quietly, both her and Kinsey turning their backs slightly on the shelves hoping to try and play off their conversation. They didn't know who in this town was watching them as their family's personal spies. Like Allison had told Scott last night, they had people everywhere, watching everything they did. Maybe even here in the bookcases of the library.

"Yeah, what did you tell her?" Scott asked as he lifted his head from the tablet for a second.

Kinsey and Allison laughed slightly, remembering the excuse that Kinsey had given the girl last night when she had returned from the Sheriff's department, until then Lydia hadn't asked what she was reading or why they needed it.

"That we were part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures," Kinsey said with another little laugh escaping from her and Allison's mouth, even Scott was smirking at the excuse, but Stiles looked through the shelf at the girl with a gaped mouth.

"I am part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures." He deadpanned.

All three of their heads raised to look at the boy who stood innocently looking back at them, not seeing how that might be weird at all. It wasn't as if battling mythical creatures wasn't their day job or anything. Clearly, the fear of not knowing if you'd make it to the next day wasn't enough for him, he needed it in a game too. At least in a game, he could make himself the strong one.

"Oh," Allison mumbled, at a loss for words. "Great."

"Of course you do," Kinsey whispered, shaking her head slightly as she looked down at the book she had been idly flicking through, she knew better than to question him about it further.

Changing the subject Scott asked if somewhere within Lydia's translations if it told them how to find out who was controlling Jackson, which unfortunately for all of them, it didn't. But what it did tell them was that the little information Stiles had found on Kanima's wasn't wrong, which considering the circumstances, he cheered, even pumped his fist in the air, another thing the three chose to ignore.

A south American priest had been using the Kanima to execute all of the murderers in his village, which at first seemed like a good deed, and as Stiles said, it wasn't that bad. But Kinsey hadn't finished her explanation. As the bond grew stronger between the Kanima and the priest it began to kill whoever he wanted.

"All bad, all very, very bad." Stiles shook his head, quickly taking back his celebrations.

The two girls continued to explain how that wasn't all about the Kanima, it was supposed to be a werewolf. After that short sentence, the two girls had had to pause thanks to a teacher walking into the aisle, quickly encouraging them to play off their conversation once again as they began laughing hysterically at one another as if they were two comedians. As soon as she'd left again their laughter fizzled out quickly and the two turned back to Scott and Stiles who looked at them with a raised brow, both silent questioning what they'd just witnessed come from the two girls. But that was just another thing the four chose not to discuss further. Allison opened her mouth to continue explaining why a Kanima couldn't become a werewolf until Scott finished the sentence for her as he read the annotation. 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭.

"Okay, if that means Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy, I could've told you that myself." Stiles followed in a whisper as he looked between his three friends, none of whom could disagree that the boy needed some therapy, and he wasn't the only one.

At least with Kinsey, she was in some kind of therapy. Though she spent every session with Miss Morell sitting in almost complete silence, she was there, and who knew, maybe one day she would actually feel comfortable enough to talk to the woman freely. Whether it was comfortable with her past, or with Morrell herself, maybe eventually Morrell would get something out of her through an actual conversation and not just in an irritated outburst like she usually had. It was thinking of her own therapy that brought a thought to her mind, something that she and Morrell often discussed, or at least Morrell tried to discuss, was her parents. Of course, Kinsey only knew one of them, but Jackson, Jackson didn't not either. At least not his biological parents.

Allison recognized that look on her cousin's face, the look of realization. So when she'd asked what Kinsey had thought of all heads had turned to the girl as she questioned whether "that in Jackson's past" was his birth parents.

"Yeah, does anyone know what actually happened to them?" Scott questioned.

"Lydia might." Stiles shrugged.

"What if she doesn't know anything?"

"Well, he doesn't have a restraining order against me, so I'll talk to him myself," Allison suggested as she placed the book she'd been fiddling with back in its rightful place. It was safe to say none of the other three were happy with her suggestion, they couldn't have been wearier about Allison being alone with the Kanima if they tried, but it was all they had.

"I'll come too. I'll just... Keep my distance."

Now Stiles was even less fond of the idea than before. Two Argents and a Kanima was a recipe for disaster, and he and Scott couldn't do anything about it, they were just as restrained as Kinsey was, but Jackson may be less inclined to report her for getting too close to him if it were himself or Scott they'd be behind bars in the blink of an eyelid. Scott, though opposed, didn't try and fight against either of the girls in their decision, instead, he asked what he could do in the meantime, which was simple for Allison to answer. Somehow the wolf had managed to score himself another make-up exam with Harris, and after the argument, he and his mother had in the Sheriff's Department last night it wasn't one he could afford to miss. Even if he was worried about the safety of his girlfriend and best friend. He hoped that him going to his exam would be where Stiles drew the line and finally argued against the idea, but as the wolf turned to him Stiles nodded in agreement that Scott needed to go to his make-up exam.

Scott reached through the bookcase to caress Scott's hand as she reassured him that they'd be fine, that they could take care of themselves, both girls seemed to be confident in the fact, this time they refrained from proving it by pulling out their weapons, the two boys knew to take their word by now.

But even if they were confident, Scott wasn't. He made sure to express that through his warning.

"If either of you gets hurt while I'm busy with some stupid test, someone's going to need to take care of me." Scott urged as he looked between them, making sure the message was clear. "If he does something..."

"Like?" Allison raised a brow.

"Anything weird or bizarre... Anything."

"Anything evil!" Stiles added as he shoved his head through the bookcase until it poked out on the girl's side, which ought to make their message clear. Kinsey looked at the boy in the eyes as she pierced her own before shoving his head back over to the other side, he knew more than anyone that she could handle this, frankly, she felt as if she should have taken offense that neither he nor Scott seemed to have faith in them. "Ow!" The boy mumbled, almost dropping his book to the floor. When the two boys looked through the bookshelf again the two Argent's were gone, smiling as they walked out of the library doors ready to find Jackson.

Kinsey and Allison walked through the halls following Jackson, watching him from afar. Every time he would turn to look behind him the two would find a small space to squeeze themselves into or a wall to hide behind, it was as if the boy knew someone was following him, but couldn't manage to catch them every time he turned around. That was because he underestimated the stealth of two training hunters. First, Jackson headed into one of the empty classrooms on the west side of the school, but rather than watching him through the small window the two girls kept back, taking this as their opportunity to discuss their plan. Of course, Kinsey's first question was how Allison was going to bring up the boys biological parents out of nowhere, which Allison hadn't actually thought about when volunteering herself, that didn't fill Kinsey with confidence.

By the time the two had finished their hushed argument about how unprepared they actually were to handle this a few minutes had passed, and frankly, it was too long for someone to have spent inside of an empty classroom. Before they hadn't felt the need to peek through the door and see what he was doing, but now they were growing curious. Kinsey had raised her foot ready to step towards the classroom to take that peek before the door to the classroom opened again. Allison quickly pulled Kinsey back into the small nook in the wall that they'd been hiding in, watching as Jackson began walking towards the boy's locker room, once again turning to make sure he wasn't being followed, it was obvious he was up to something.

The two had managed to walk behind Jackson stealthily, after coming out of the classroom he hadn't looked back again, confident that the coast was clear. It wasn't until Kinsey and Allison reached the halls leading to the boy's locker room that they noticed that their steps weren't so quiet on the new flooring beneath their feet. Before walking any further and risking being caught both girls stopped taking a look at the shoes on their feet, sharing a nod with each other before beginning to take off their shoes. Kinsey her brown knee high boots, Allison her grey heeled ankle boots, holding them in their arms as they peered around the corner again hoping that they hadn't lost Jackson in the few seconds it had taken them to get their shoes off.

Luckily, the two had caught a glimpse of the blonde just as he walked into the locker room, this time without looking behind him.

Kinsey stepped out from the wall, ready to walk towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Allison asked in a hushed whisper, she reached to pull her back but Kinsey had already walked out of her reach, and just as she was about to step forward and grab her the door to the locker room opened causing the brunette to jump back into her hiding spot behind the wall leaving her cousin out in the open.

"You just scared the hell out of me." Matt laughed as he looked at the girl stood frozen at the door gripping onto her brown boots, her heart pounding in her chest. That was too close.

"Sorry, I... I was just, um, I was..." Kinsey stammered as she tried to think of an excuse while trying to lower her blood pressure again considering he'd almost given her a heart attack.

"Huh." The boy chuckled nervously, analysing her up and down, she hadn't quite played off her weird behaviour, nor had she given him a reason for why she was lingering by the boys locker room when the girls locker room was in a complete different hallway. "That's a... Nice boots."

"Oh." Kinsey mumbled, looking at the boots in her hand. "Uh, my feet were hurting." She laughed, pulling them back on, there was no point to her sneaking around now when Matt had already caught her, and for all she knew Jackson could have heard her talking to him, potentially blowing her cover. If that were the case she and Allison would be following Jackson for the rest of the day until they found him alone once again.

"Same reason I never wear mine."

"What?" The girl asked with a furrowed brow, she'd been too busy thinking about whether she had accidentally foiled her and Allison's chance at catching Jackson alone in the locker room where Allison could have interrogated him on his birth parents. The usual Monday morning errands of two teenage huntresses in Beacon Hills.

"Uh, forget it." Matt shook the comment off. "Um, hey, did you hear about the underground show? Apparently they've got some big name spinning."

"You mean like a rave?"

"Well, is it still a rave if you don't roll? I just call it a party." Matt blabbered only, slowing losing the girls attention as she looked at the door beside her knowing that Allison's window at catching Jackson in the locker room was slowly withering away. "But hey, I got a friend who can hook us up with tickets if you're down? Want me to get you one?"

"Yeah." Kinsey nodded, not aware of what she was agreeing to. "Yeah, sure."

"Yeah?" He asked in disbelief. "It's Friday, so... Looking forward to it." The boy smiled as he began walking back down the corridor leaving Kinsey stood outside of the locker room door alone, it was only as he walked away that she'd realised what she had done. Agreed to a date with him. To a rave. On Friday night.

Allison came out from her hiding spot again with her own shoes back on her feet looking at her cousin with a raised brow and a smile, laughing at the girl for not realising she'd unintentionally agreed to going on a date with the boy she'd used as her loophole in a bet with Stiles. Stiles, the person she was pretending to date for the sake of sneaking around her aunt and uncle when she was actually participating in werewolf-related extra curricular activities. Before Allison was able to spit out a joke the sound of Jackson groaning from inside of the locker room caught their attention, taking the focus off of Kinsey and her upcoming date, for the meantime.

The older brunette didn't hesitate to walk into the locker room after hearing that leaving Kinsey to stand in the hallway alone once again knowing she wasn't allowed to enter, at least not until she knew Allison was in trouble, barging in too soon could cost them dire information and that was something they couldn't afford to do.

While waiting for Allison the girl began pacing up and down the hallway as she fiddled with her hands, chipping the navy nail polish off her fingers as she grew more and more nervous with every second that passed. She had to remind herself that Allison could protect herself, that she probably had her compound bow in her bag that was strapped across her chest, that if there was trouble Allison would know to shout for her help if she couldn't already hear the commotion.

She had to remember that while she felt the need to protect Allison like a sister, sometimes she didn't need it, she was capable of handling herself sometimes, she didn't always need a lookout like she intended to believe, as well as Scott. Allison had had the exact same training as her, she was just as capable of fighting against Jackson as she was, she tried to remember it. Repeating it over and over in her head until her heart rate didn't feel so high.

But she should have known that her paranoia would get the best of her. In a life like hers there was no such thing as being calm and feeling like you didn't have to have eyes in the back of your head, or that you always had to be ready to fight, it was unrealistic to think that way. Kinsey ran her hands through her hair as she continued to pace mumbling to herself as she looked at her feet, focusing on the sound of her boots clacking against the floor rather than all of the intrusive thoughts in her head. If she listened to them for too long she'd end up barging into the locker room and potentially causing a fight that didn't need to be started.

For a girl who'd barged into someone before because of walking while staring at their feet it would have been believed that the girl would have begun to look where she was going, but that was a lesson she was yet to learn. It was while pacing that she barged into someones chest with enough power that she almost fell on her ass until two hands caught her, gripped tightly around her waist before she had the chance to fall.

Until she'd felt those hands she had suspected that maybe it had been Matt Daehler returning to give her more details on the date she'd accidentally agreed to, or some random jock heading to the lockers after spending their free period out on the tracks. Either of those options would have been much better than what she was met with. A smirk on a handsome face.

"Do you just spend your entire day following me?" Kinsey asked in a snarl as she pushed the hands off of her waist, straining her neck to look up at the tall brunette wolf.

"You know, normal people would say thank you." Isaac said through his grin.

"Well, thank you." She followed, taking the wolf back for a moment, shocked that she had actually said it rather than throwing some kind of insult at him. "And I hate you." There it was.

"Any reason why you're pacing around outside the boy's locker room?"

"Not for any reason that concerns you."

"Hmm." Isaac nodded as he stood tall with folded arms, relishing in the fact he could tell how the girl felt around him, with or without the abilities that came with the bite, the way she acted around him was enough for him to know. The little act she put on every time he was around, how she pretended that she wasn't imitated by him, how she would try and stand taller so that she didn't feel so small while he towered over her. "That's where your wrong, Argent. Anything that concerns you does concern me."

"And why's that?" Kinsey asked with a raised brow.

"That doesn't concern you."

Kinsey rolled her eyes as she turned her back to the wolf, returning to her pacing up and down the hallway as she waited for something from Allison. Whether it was a scream, shout, or simply her walking out of the locker room with the information they required. Hopefully the latter, but if she knew her life well enough, they weren't that fortunate. Every time she turned to pace in the other direction she caught a glimpse of Isaac who still watched her with folded arms, waiting for her to give in and tell him what she was doing down here. Isaac believed he had a slight idea, but he needed confirmation, and as Derek had instructed him, he needed to get closer to the girl somehow. Which apparently was going to be harder than either of them had originally thought.

Isaac tried to make conversation, which to Kinsey, seemed more like a desperate attempt to irritate her as he repeatedly asked questions about her and her family, whether they were hunter-related or simply normal questions that most people asked when she moved here. But either way, she wasn't in the mood for small talk with the wolf right now, or any time for that matter, it was clear he was only talking to her because he wanted to find out what she was doing, not because he wanted to actually have a normal conversation with someone like, you know, a human being. Because apparently, Beacon Hills stripped away everyone's normality.

Once the wolf had significantly irritated the pacing girl she stopped in the middle of the hallway ready to snap, ready to unleash all of her stress on him, which maybe he didn't deserve, but he was in the closest vicinity to her. Isaac had even peeled himself off of the wall with that same smirk across his face ready to hear it, he could see it coming. When she opened her mouth ready to begin the two heard a crash from inside the locker room, immediately taking their attention from the bickering they were about to do to what Kinsey had been here for, to protect Allison.

Kinsey had burst through the door, Isaac stood behind her ready to protect her like she was ready to do for Allison, but neither could have predicted what was on the other side of the door. The older Argent lay on the ground with wide eyes, Jackson on top of her, naked. Isaac hadn't been too sure on how he was supposed to react to what he was seeing, Kinsey on the other hand hadn't hesitated to react as she rushed towards Jackson as he scrambled to pull himself off of Allison. He'd barely stood up before Kinsey's hand was around his throat shoving him against the wall, her actions had taken the two watching her by surprise, it was as if she were a different person. Neither of them had ever seen so much anger in her. Or strength. She'd pushed Jackson against the wall as if he weighed the same as a feather.

"Kinsey!" Isaac yelled, pulling the girl off of Jackson while Allison moved across the floor, pushing herself against the wall, far away from the Kanima. And her cousin. Kinsey fought to get Isaac's hands off of her, ready to kill the boy in front of her who was acting as if he didn't know what he was doing which only infuriated her more.

And time couldn't have been worse.

Scott had burst into the locker room to see his girlfriend cowering against a wall, though she reassured him she was fine, that was hard to believe when Kinsey was attempting to launch at Jackson who was pressed against the wall and Isaac was having to lift the small brunette up to try and keep her away from Jackson. And Jackson being naked during all of this hadn't gone unnoted, he may not have known the details, but he clued together what he could see, and the outcome wasn't great. He had become even more infuriated than Kinsey.

Isaac may have managed to pull Kinsey across the room and away from the Kanima, using his arms as a straight jacket for the girl as she continued to fight, but there was nobody to stop Scott from attacking the Kanima after walking in at such an unfortunate time.

"Scott..." Allison warned as the wolf began walking towards Jackson with a scowl across his face. "Scott, I'm fine. Scott, I'm fine!" It didn't matter how many times Allison pleaded, Scott grew angrier with every second until he was pushing Jackson into the lockers until they'd all knocked over and Jackson was left seething as he looked around the room, particularly to Scott.

"I have a restraining order!" Jackson screamed.

"Trust me, I restrained myself." Scott deadpanned.

The Kanima pulled himself off of the ground to launch at Scott the same way the wolf had done to him, both ragging each other around the locker room, throwing each other against every surface possible. Allison remained on the ground pressed against the wall, only moving when the two got too close for comfort while Isaac continued to stand acting as a straight jacket to Kinsey who hadn't given up on trying to fight her way out of his grasp. Eventually, the two had thrown each other back and forth until they were in the small portion of the locker room that contained the showers, blocking the other three teenagers' view of the fight. All they could hear was the sound of bodies clashing against either the wall or the floor, the cracking sound of tiles as they smashed beneath the weight of the boys.

Between Kinsey, Allison, and Isaac none of them moved to see who was winning the fight that continued behind the wall, they all assumed it was Scott. Isaac didn't want to risk moving an inch while he had his grasp on Kinsey, the slightest movement and he knew she'd try to slip out of his arms and join in the fight herself.

After the sound of an entire wall cracking and a body dropping to the floor Jackson walked out of the showers angrier than before, but he was stood tall, claiming it as his victory. His smug face of victory only made Kinsey angrier as she looked at him more prepared to pounce than ever.

Out of nowhere, Scott had jumped over the wall that divided the locker room to the showers, kicking Jackson straight in his back until he'd glided across the floor, landing at a pile of weights that had been knocked over during their fight. Jackson picked up one of the weights effortlessly, throwing it at Scott like a frisbee that he managed to catch, though he hadn't been able to throw it as flawlessly as the Kanima, he hadn't been given the chance. The Kanima had launched towards him, kicking the weight until it was practically in Scott's chest.

Watching that had caused Isaac to flinch, almost as if he could feel that pain. His grip on Kinsey had loosened, and she hadn't hesitated to take her opportunity to rush towards the fight when he'd moved. While Jackson had thrown Scott against a wall Kinsey grabbed onto the Kanima by the bare skin on the nape of his neck, throwing him into the sinks that broke under his weight causing water to begin spraying across the room. But that hadn't stopped the fight between the now three of them. Jackson stood over Scott punching him while he was down while Kinsey tried to pull him away, when it was obvious her efforts were failing Isaac knew he had to step in once again. He lifted the girl as he had before, pulling her away from the fight, he too got soaked by the spraying water in the process as a pool of water began forming on the floor.

This time, Kinsey had managed to shrug the wolf off, for a split second.

Isaac swore he'd only blinked and the girl was out of his grasps. In that small second where he had blinked Kinsey had made her way back to Jackson who threw Scott through the door of the locker room, landing him in the hallway before he reached to the girl trying to pull him off of Scott, then throwing her to the floor beside Scott.

Erica and Stiles stood in the hallway looking down at the wolf and the girl who'd just been thrown at their feet, not quite sure on how to react, and frankly, they hadn't had enough time to react before Jackson was trying to fight Scott again while he was on the floor and Isaac was trying to pull the Kanima off of the wolf.

Isaac swore he'd only blinked and the girl was out of his grasps when his eyes had opened again Kinsey, Jackson and Scott were all fighting their way towards the door which Jackson had

Unfortunate timing seemed to be a recurring theme this afternoon. Erica and Stiles quickly dropped their bags to break apart the fight. Erica grabbed onto Jackson, assisting Isaac in pulling him from Scott while Stiles grabbed Kinsey, wrapping his arms around her as Isaac had inside of the locker room. Allison took this as her opportunity to finally stand as she pulled Scott off of the floor.

"What the hell's going on?" Harris yelled as he walked around the corner, pushing through the growing crowd of students, more unfortunate timing. Even as the man's yell echoed through the halls neither Jackson, Scott or Kinsey stopped trying to fight, each one of them struggling to be set free, hoping to claw each other's eyes out if they could. "Hey! Enough! Enough."

As Harris approached the circle of fighting teenagers those who had been fighting were finally released by the person that had been holding onto them, they assumed the man's presence would stop them from lunging at one another again. And they had been right. Four of the seven teenagers stood with water dripping from their hair as each of them seethed, Scott and Kinsey piercing their eyes at the Kanima, to them, the fight was only just beginning.

"What do you idiots think you're doing?" Harris asked as he looked between the group. "Jackson! Calm down! Mr. McCall, would you like to explain yourself? Miss Argent? Stilinski?" Every teenager he looked at stayed silent as they looked between one another, still not quite sure where it had all gone so wrong.

From the silence, the voice of Matt Daehler stretched out as he held Kinsey's tablet in his hand telling her she had dropped it, but before she'd been able to reach out for it Harris snatched it from the boy for her, using it to point at the three teenagers who'd been fighting.

"You and you two... Actually, all of you..." Harris corrected himself, pointing at each and every one of them, Matt included though he'd been innocent. "Detention. 3:00."

After the events in the locker room, the group had spent hours apart in their classes, sitting in their wet clothes as water dripped from their hair. Once the news had traveled around school about the fight that had happened it was made sure that none of the seven would be together in class at the risk another attack about Jackson Whittemore would be planned, which seemed a fair reason to Kinsey, she would have most definitely planned another attack against the Kanima had she been given the chance to. In their time apart the seven were encouraged to think of a way to resolve their grievances, but that wasn't what any of them did, the four who had created the plan began thinking about where it had gone wrong and how to fix it. The two werewolves who had found themselves in the midst of the fight thanks to Derek's instructions wondered how they would complete the tasks that their Alpha had set them. Mat had found interest in the tablet he'd managed to get back from Harris, convincing the man it was his own, not Kinsey's. Jackson had been left alone, given time to cool off out of classes unlike the rest, he was even able to change his clothes and dry his hair before he was sentenced back to classes, even when he hadn't participated in lacrosse as much he reigned as one of the favorites to all teachers.

When the clock hit 3:00 p.m. the seven teenagers found themselves at the library where their detention was being held rather than in the usual setting of a classroom. One by one the seven teenagers walked into the detention, none prepared to sit and suffer for however long it lasted, it was no secret that Harris didn't stick to the one-hour detention that most abided by. Kinsey had learned that from the time she and Isaac shared a jail cell waiting to be broken out, during that time Stiles had been in one of these detentions from Harris, kept in it until it was dark out. The man stood with folded arms, smiling as they all walked in with bowed heads, he obviously took pride in stealing multiple afternoons away from teenagers by giving out detentions, most of which were to Stiles, occasionally Scott and Kinsey too. Maybe it was the only thing that filled up all of his spare time, he had to have a lot of it. He wasn't exactly a catch.

Conscious of the cameras watching them Allison made sure to put plenty of distance between herself and Scott as she took the furthest table where she was joined by Matt and Jackson. She'd hoped to sit with Kinsey where she could take the opportunity to ask what had been going through her mind when she decided it would be a good idea to attack Jackson, as well as get in between a fight with Jackson and Scott. But since the Kanima himself had sat at her table, it was something that would have to wait until later. Now that Harris was watching over them Kinsey had to abide by the restraining order against her, though she still wanted to kill Jackson for what she had walked in on a few hours ago. She made that clear with the piercing looks she gave him.

Scott and Stiles took a seat on the same table as Erica, but before either of the boys had gotten comfy in their seats Jackson had spoken up about his restraining order against the two boys, insisting that he couldn't be in detention with them. Though he didn't mention the restraining order he had against Kinsey. He thought that mentioning it would get him out of the detention, but instead, Harris removed the boys from the seats they'd chosen and placed them on a table alone. With the empty space on Erica's table, Isaac took a seat opposite the blonde girl.

Kinsey moved to sit beside Stiles but before she even entered the vicinity of the table Harris cleared his throat when she looked up at the man he was shaking his head, pointing her back to the table where Erica and Isaac sat with grins across their faces. Erica even threw in a little wave for her brunette enemy, knowing that this was about to be a treat.

"Do all Argent's have a bad side, or is it just you and your mom?" Erica asked teasingly as she leaned over the table to talk to the brunette slouched in her seat with folded arms, wishing she was on any other of these tables, even sitting beside Jackson would have been more to her taste. The brunette squared her eyes at Erica, refusing to justify her question with an answer, even Isaac had given her a look of warning, perhaps for mentioning the girl's mother. "What, I'm only playing with her. She likes playing games, isn't that right, Kinsey?"

"Is she always this annoying?" Kinsey said as she turned to Isaac who nodded, ignoring the blonde who scowled at her comment. "Derek sure knows how to pick them." The girl mumbled under her breath turning back to look at Stiles and Scott who were having a quiet conversation.

Unable to hear anything they were saying Kinsey turned back to her own table, looking down at her hand that was clenched in her fist, her knuckles red and raw from hitting Jackson, a stain of blood that hadn't quite washed off spread across them. She licked the tip of her thumb before attempting to rub off the dried blood as gently as possible, trying not to make them sorer than they already were from hitting Jackson with them. The Kanima definitely had the strength of a supernatural creature, it didn't hurt to hit other people this much.

"You okay?" Isaac asked in a whisper, Erica didn't seem to notice, she was too busy eavesdropping on Scott and Stiles's conversation, something that Kinsey wished she was able to do right now. The two were bound to be talking about the Kanima, and she needed to know what they were talking about. It was hard keeping track when they were barely able to catch up without being involved in some kind of trouble.

"I'm fine," Kinsey muttered, not looking at the wolf.

"Then why are you wincing?"

Kinsey quickly stopped trying to wipe the blood from her raw knuckles, dropping her hands into her lap as she sat with her head still down. That was undoubtedly the thing she hated most about being surrounded by werewolves, to them everyone was just as transparent as glass, no matter how much someone would try and hide their feelings, werewolves were always there to prove them wrong. To annoy the truth out of people like her. Hoping to avoid another question from Isaac, or at least delay one, Kinsey turned in her seat to look across the room at Allison who sat with her chin resting on her hand. Clearly, she wasn't thrilled with the people she was sharing a table with either, but still, she smiled at Kinsey faintly to reassure her that she was fine after what had happened earlier. The two were yet to talk about how exactly she'd ended up underneath a naked Jackson in the first place.

It was while she was looking at Allison that the girl sharply turned her head towards Matt as if he had said something to catch her attention. Kinsey tried to look around Jackson's head to see what he was doing, and when she'd gotten past that oversized head of the Kanima she saw a tablet in Matt's hand that he was reading from. In a panic Kinsey pulled her bag from the floor beside her chair, placing it on the table as she dug through it for her tablet.

"What are you looking for?" Erica asked curiously.

Kinsey didn't answer the question as she continued to dig in search for her tablet until it was clear that she didn't have it, but Matt did. And she had left open the translated pages of the bestiary. On her tablet. That didn't have a password. The brunette whipped her head around to look at Matt again, then to Allison whose eyes were wide with concern as she looked back up at Kinsey knowing too that Matt shouldn't have the tablet in his possession. Neither was quite sure how he'd managed to get it in his possession in the first place.

"You know, finding out more about the Kanima would be a lot easier if you told us stuff. We're on the same team." Isaac tried to reason with the Argent girl whose main concern was her tablet.

"They don't need to team up with us." Erica deadpanned. "They know more than you think."

Kinsey looked up at the blonde before turning to Isaac who was trying to see through her like glass once again, trying to figure out if that was true, and if so, how much did she know? What did she know? And how was he going to do what Derek had instructed him and get it out of her? He didn't ask any of those questions, and Erica didn't try to do any more digging before all of them had turned at the sound of chair legs scratching against the carpet behind them. Jackson had stood up from his chair groaning softly as he pressed his fingers into his temple, already starting to walk out of the room with his bag thrown over his shoulder. He didn't look well, his skin was pasty and had a shine, Harris didn't hesitate to tell him how awful he looked after he'd asked the boy if he was feeling okay. But Jackson didn't stop to chat, instead, he reassured the man he just needed some water and walked out of the room, Harris following behind him. Not before giving the other six teenagers a warning to stay in their seats of course.

The door had hardly closed behind Harris before Scott and Stiles were jumping from their seats, Stiles had rushed to sit in the free seat beside Erica while the wolf brought over his chair to sit beside Kinsey, both of them leaning on the table ready to get some information out of Erica who seemed to have more than them. At least in the department of Jackson's biological parents. Of course, Kinsey didn't know this yet, with all the fighting she hadn't caught up with them either.

"Stiles says you know how Jackson's parents died." Scott deadpanned turning the heads of Isaac and Kinsey to the girl the wolf had just accused, even Isaac hadn't known she knew that.

"Maybe." Erica shrugged.

"Talk." Kinsey insisted, leaning forward. Now she was interested in speaking to the blonde.

With a smile across her face, Erica sat back in her chair, closing the notepad she'd been scribbling in, placing it on the table in front of her prepared to tell them everything she knew about Jackson and his parents. Honestly, the two boys thought it would have taken a little more convincing to get her to talk, and so had Kinsey. After paralyzing the girl and ignoring all of the questions she'd asked since the beginning of this detention she wouldn't have thought that she would be prepared to ask so quickly.

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

"So not only is Jackson rich now, but he's getting even richer at eighteen?" Stiles asked to which Erica confirmed with a nod. "There's something deeply wrong about that." For five teenagers who never seemed to agree with each other, that was one thing they could certainly agree over.

The blonde wolf opened her laptop lid as she told them she may be able to find the insurance report in her father's inbox, while she typed away Stiles stared at the computer screen wishing that she would speed up the process, but he knew pushing her would only make her attempts at finding the report slower, just to annoy him. Scott tapped his fingers on the table anxiously as he looked over the room to Allison who was sitting beside Matt, the same Matt that Stiles had claimed as a suspect for the Kanima master just a few minutes ago. Though he didn't believe Matt was capable of being the master of a creature like Jackson, he still didn't like the two sitting together. He hadn't even noticed Kinsey's tablet in his hand. While waiting for Erica to find the report in her dad's inbox Kinsey had turned back to her blood-stained hand, still trying to gently get rid of it while Isaac watched her attempts, choosing not to comment on it this time.

All heads raised at the sound of announcement sounded through the speakers. The familiar voice of the new receptionist, better known as Victoria Argent. 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐌𝐜𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞. Kinsey looked at the wolf beside her with a weary look before turning to look across the room at Allison, all of them wondering what the woman wanted with Scott, or what Gerard wanted with Scott. It couldn't be about the fight, all of them knew better than to think it was just about that. If it were all of them would have been called in together, Gerard seemed to like it when multiple teenagers were crumbling apart in front of him.

Scott reassured his two best friends on his table that he would be fine as he grabbed his bag and began heading out of the library, ready for what was bound to be an uncomfortable encounter with an Argent. Apart from Kins and Allison, all interactions with an Argent were uncomfortable. Soon after Scott had left Jackson and Harris had returned, the Kanima still looked unwell, if not worse than when he'd left the room. A shine on his skin had turned into full-blown sweat that even made everyone else who looked at him feel unwell.

"Look at the dates," Stiles said as he pointed to the screen on Erica's laptop.

Isaac and Kinsey leaned over to look at the report that the wolf had finally found examining it though they didn't quite understand what it meant for them, or for Jackson.

"Passengers arrived at the hospital DOA. The estimated time of death 9:26 p.m, June 14, 1995." Erica read out, though Isaac still didn't seem to understand the connection, Kinsey however, was slowly starting to see where this came in. She knew Jackson's birthday. In the times where she found herself a lot closer to him, he often talked about his summer birthday and how he planned to spend it this year. An extravagant party like he had the past sixteen years of his life.

"Jackson's birthday is June 15th." Kinsey deadpanned, the three teenagers all looked at her with a slack jaw, now they had clued up what that meant for Jackson too. "He was born out of his mothers' dead body." She muttered under her breath. Now it was slowly making sense why he was the insensitive jackass that he was, maybe it wasn't a perfect reason to do all of the things that he had done but it made it slightly more understandable than before.

After that revelation, Harris began packing up his bag encouraging the six teenagers who were left to pack up their own bags and stand up from their chairs, relieved that they were finally able to go home after being sitting in the library for what felt like hours. It had only been one, but with the people, in here it was no surprise it felt so long. Frankly, Kinsey was still surprised that the man was letting them go already.

"Oh." Harris chuckled. "No, I'm sorry. Uh, yes, I'm leaving. But none of you are. You may go when you're done with the re-shelving." He announced as he patted an oversized pile of books on two of the many trolleys scattered around the library, an immediate groan coming from the entire group. "Enjoy your evening." He grinned before leaving them.

Considering the number of delinquents in the room it was a surprise that they actually all decided to follow Harris's instructions and grab one of the trolleys to put the books away. Kinsey and Allison were finally able to talk to one another as they shared one of the trolleys, placing themselves in the same aisle with Stiles joining them. It would give them the chance to tell Allison what they had just found out about Jackson. And for Allison and Stiles, it would give them the chance to question what the hell had gotten into the younger girl a few hours ago and what had possessed her to think picking a fight with a freaking Kanima was acceptable. Even for a trained hunter, it was stupid, she'd done better than either of them had expected, but neither was willing to let go of the subject without questioning her sanity first.

Jackson and Matt took the furthest aisle, abiding by the 50-foot rule that Jackson's restraining order had put in place while Erica and Isaac took the aisle in between. While Stiles and Allison lectured Kinsey on her stupidity this morning Derek's two beta's discussed their next move, assured by the loud lecture happening in the next aisle that neither the two huntresses nor Stiles would be able to eavesdrop on their plans.

When Derek had told them that they needed to get closer to either Scott and Stiles or Kinsey the two wolves had thought it would be a lot easier than this. Erica had thought that playing on Stiles's tendency to fall for girls who weren't paying attention to him in that way would help, that telling him she had once had feelings for him would help him trust her. She hadn't been lying in her confession of feelings, but it hadn't done what she had hoped it to. The boy was too infatuated by his best friend, and honestly, Erica couldn't tell how Kinsey felt about Stiles, she couldn't even catch a scent on her when the two were with one another. It was as if the girl didn't know how she felt about him, so she simply couldn't release any pheromones. Both she and Isaac thought Kinsey would have been the weakest link, she had shown her vulnerabilities multiple times, though she shrugged it off, she'd shown interest in Isaac too, whether she was supposed to or not. But even getting closer to her was a struggle, they were all untouchable.

"Look, can we save the lecture until later. I just really wanna get out of here." Kinsey pleaded as she looked between her cousin and Stiles who had a guilty look across their face. Maybe they hadn't chosen the best time to lecture her about her stupidity, she wasn't having the best week, but they needed her to know that what she did was dangerous. "This books in the wrong pile, I'll be back in a minute." The girl mumbled as she began walking out of the aisle leaving them.

"I'm worried about her," Allison admitted to the boy.

"Yeah, me too."

"No, Stiles. You didn't see her in there." The brunette girl shook her head, worrying the boy even more as he raised a confused brow. "It was like... Like she wasn't herself. The look in her eye, I've never seen her that angry before. I mean, she grabbed Jackson by the throat as if it was nothing. As if she had all the strength in the world. We've had a lot of training, but that... That wasn't like anything I've ever seen from her before." Allison explained.

Now it was safe to say Stiles's worry was solidified, he hadn't been able to see Kinsey when she had launched at the Kanima but he had caught a snippet of what she was like when the fight made its way out to the hall, and as he thought back to that he had to admit there was something different about her. Stiles was about to mention how she had written the same message in her notebook that Lydia had written on the board in English, wondering if there was a connection. A lot of weird things had been happening with Kinsey lately but there was no logical explanation as to why. Unlike the redhead, she hadn't been bitten. Nothing had happened that could have inflicted the change in her personality lately. None of it made sense, to him or to Allison. Before he could bring it up to the older Argent Kinsey had strolled back into the aisle with more books than before that she had obviously had dumped on her by one of the other teenagers in another aisle. Not a word was spoken between them as they continued returning the books to their rightful places.

Eventually, Scott had returned, but rather than focusing on the strange interaction he had just had with his girlfriend's mother he asked Stiles and Kinsey what they had managed to find out from Erica, which in the midst of lecturing Kinsey, hadn't been discussed yet.

Stiles took the liberty of explaining what he had read on the insurance report from Erica's dad, explaining what Kinsey had pointed out about the Kanima's birthday and the date of the accident. But that wasn't the part that stood out to them the most, it was how the entire report had the word "Inconclusive" written all of it in bright, bold red letters.

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

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

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

"I think we should tell him," Kinsey spoke up.

"What?" Allison and Stiles asked simultaneously, in disbelief that a girl who'd been trying to strangle the boy they were talking about was suggesting that they now go and talk to him and tell him that he may be murdering people because his parents may have been murdered too.

"Me too." Scott agreed.

"Okay. What? Are you two being serious right now?" Stiles asked once again, now in more disbelief than ever. "A few hours ago the two of you were ready to commit a murder of your own. And now you're suggesting that we go and tell him that his biological parents may or may not have been murdered? How hard did he hit the two of you?"

Scott and Kinsey looked at one another before shrugging and heading out of the aisle, barely stepping out of it before the brunette girl had collided with the wolf's back after he'd stopped abruptly in front of her. Kinsey peered around the wolf to see a book lay flat, open a few aisles over where she knew Jackson and Matt had been. The wolf stretched an arm out across Kinsey as he began walking closer to the book, suddenly, Kinsey felt as though she was having deja vu, last time she had walked towards something suspicious a few aisles over she had nearly been killed by an Alpha, and Jackson nearly had too. Luckily, then she'd only come out with a slight concussion but this time she couldn't guarantee that she would be so lucky. Scott stopped at the edge of the aisle, both him and Kinsey leaning forward to peer around the corner to see a passed-out Matt on the floor with a small thin slit across the back of his neck, Jackson had paralyzed him and fled the scene, again. Scott dropped down to help Matt while Kinsey stood in her place frozen with more deja vu than ever. Having to walk carefully behind someone, seeing something a few aisles down, finding a body whether it had been dead or not. This was too familiar for her. Too terrifying for her to handle.

When the wolf had dropped down to examine Matt Jackson had leaped over the bookshelves above their heads knocking both the light fixtures and the shelves until books were falling from the tallest shelves, another thing all too familiar to Kinsey. Last time it had been movies, this time books. It was all happening again. Scott had managed to cover his head with his arms to block what was falling on his head but he hadn't managed to reach Kinsey too as she dropped to the ground screaming, trying to protect her own head but someone else had covered it for her.

"Erica! Isaac!" Scott yelled for help, as a warning. The Kanima was out and ready for bloodshed.

Kinsey heard Erica snarl back to Scott from afar, presumably still in the aisle where she'd been putting books back on the shelf but Isaac's snarl back had been much closer than the blonde girls. It was right above her head, right in her ear. He'd been the one to shield her from all of the things falling when she had screamed. He was the one who still had his arms tightly wrapped around her as she finally raised her head to look at all of the mess around her.

As Jackson continued knocking light fixtures and shelves he reached closer to the aisle that Scott and Kinsey had left Allison and Stiles in, them too almost being hit with all of the things that fell from above them. Stiles quickly tackled Allison, covering her head as they both hit the ground, looking up at everything that fell around them. The library falling apart around them. Tables were being flipped and sparks were flying from all of the electrical wires now hanging from the ceiling. Erica yelled again, but this time it didn't sound like she was ready to fight, more like she had already been taken down already. Scott stood up, racing out of the aisle to find Isaac and Kinsey trying to pull themselves off of the floor in the midst of all the damage, hoping to find Erica in all of the rubble. Scott turned around with the feeling that someone was beyond him, his suspicion confirmed as Jackson in a half-human, half-Kanima state stood behind him, shoving the boy across the room before he was able to react to it.

"Scott!" Kinsey yelled as she turned to look at the wolf who'd been shoved into one of the trolleys piled with books, clearly in pain as he struggled to get up, but when he had he rushed into the aisle where Stiles and Allison knelt, hiding from the Kanima.

Isaac took that at his cue to hide too, he pulled Kinsey back into the aisle where he and Erica had been, the blonde girl on the floor behind them. But before they turned their attention to her they watched as the half-human, half-Kanima figure stood at the chalkboard writing a message for them, it was as if Jackson didn't even have control over his body. He was a like zombie as he wrote the message messily, not even looking in the direction of his hand as he wrote. When the chalk dropped to the floor the teenagers all read the message he'd left for them.

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

Once it was clear that the message had been read the Kanima jumped out of the tall windows that surrounded the building, leaving them in the mess that it had made, leaving them all to deal with the aftermath that he had left. With his warning.

Scott, Allison, and Stiles stepped out of the aisle, walking closer to the warning that had been left for them, fear pounding inside of them as they read the words "I'll kill all of you" again. But Isaac and Kinsey had finally been able to turn their attention to Erica who was having a seizure in the arms of the brunette huntress as she yelled for assistance from Stiles.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey!" Stiles yelled in a panic as she dropped down beside Kinsey, catching the attention of the couple who stood at the board. While the wolf rushed to help the three teens with Erica, Allison rushed to the aisle that still contained an unconscious and paralyzed Matt.

"He's alive!" The older Argent shouted from the other aisle.

"We need to get her to the hospital." Isaac insisted as he looked down at Erica, concerned for his blonde friend. In the time since the two of them had grown closer he hadn't had to witness her having a seizure, both of them were under the impression that she wouldn't have them now that she was a werewolf but apparently, both of them had been wrong.

"D-Derek. Only to Derek." Erica stammered through her seizure.

"When we get her to the hospital..." Scott began telling Allison.

"To Derek." Erica corrected, turning the wolf back to her. "To Derek."

"Go." Allison deadpanned.

In disbelief that Allison had told him to leave her the wolf rushed to the aisle that she was in, he didn't care about the cameras right now, it wasn't as if the cameras hadn't just witnessed them get attacked by a Kanima and the whole library be ripped apart. Right now it didn't matter to him if they were meant to stay away from one another. Kinsey kept the blonde girl on her lap, rocking her back and forth as she reassured her that they would get her to Derek. Both Isaac and Stiles were shocked to see how she was with Erica after the way the two had been lately. Maybe the brunette wasn't the biggest fan of the wolf lately, but behind this werewolf facade she had created for herself she remembered the girl she used to sit beside in class, the one that she had helped when she seized after sharing just two classes with her. The nice girl. Not the bitch that Erica convinced herself that she was. Right now, she was the vulnerable girl Kinsey had met once, not the wolf who craved more power and strength.

The couple in the next aisle shared a moment with one another as they reassured each other that him leaving her didn't mean anything, that they both had their duties right now. Scott had a duty to help the other three take Erica to Derek while she had a duty to call an ambulance for Matt, maybe they didn't care about the cameras, but Allison still had rules to abide by if she wanted him to survive. She still had a deal with her father to uphold.

As Isaac, Scott and Stiles rushed out of the aisle, the two wolves holding Erica up ready to race to Derek's hideout in the boy's Jeep Kinsey paused as she stepped out of the aisle behind them. She had her duty. She cared about Erica in these desperate moments when the girl needed help but this wasn't her duty. Staying with Allison and keeping her safe was.