I pick myself off the ground, looking at Liam, who hasn't completely gained full control of his body. Without looking back, all three of us sprint to the door we entered in, hearts racing and thrashing through our chests.

The door swings open and we bust down the corridors of the hospital, ignoring the cuts and bruises impaled on our skin.

I push back all the pain on my body and focus on Liam, I look back at him briefly as I run. He hasn't gained full control of his werewolf self. He doesn't even have an anchor. Either way- this could be bad.

Without thinking, I run closer to his side. Slipping my palm in his. His golden eyes look at me, slightly confused.

As we meet the room that Stiles was in, Kira bursts inside and Liam stops, letting out a small cry as he tries to calm himself down.
"Argh!" He grunts, holding his palms out in front of him and attempting to calm himself down. This was important for him, he needed to learn how to calm himself.

"Liam..." I steady my voice, staring into his eyes. His eyes stare back at mine.
"Liam look in my eyes." I whisper, brushing my fingers against his cheek, as the werewolf hair slowly disappears.
Liam's lips part and he exhales, unclasping his hands and looking at his nails.

"Wow." Is all I manage to say under my breath. I knew it was hard for a new wolf to control his powers but Liam was doing it.
"You okay?" I ask, looking at his clothes which have small dots of blood. His wounds may have healed on his body...but in his head?

Liam nods as he searches his arms and hands.
"That berserker hurt me a lot but," he searches his other arm. "But it healed. Every single cut."

I laugh slightly. It didn't for me, so from now until my way home, I'm going to have to cover my injuries as best as possible. I didn't need people worrying about me. After all, I could take care of myself. We had much bigger things to worry about.

I stand up from my crouching position and help Liam up, attempting to enter the room that we last saw Stiles in. Except Liam grabs my arm, tugging me closer to him.
My lips part as I try to say something but Liam's lips are on mine just as soon as I could blink.
He kisses me slowly, yet passionately. I wrap my arms around his waist and smile. Okay, despite all the cuts and bruises on the surface of my skin, I was still the luckiest woman alive. Of course, I was lucky to have the best boyfriend in the world, right beside me.

When he pulls away I look up at him, smiling.
"What was that for?" I ask, his eyes trailing over my face and arms.
"For being the strongest person alive. I know you could be studying tonight or partying but you're here. You're helping save your friends life."

He smiles, and it's not one of those smirks- it's a legit smile.
"I don't know if I could do what you're doing. You risk your life for us. You're selfless. You're better than everybody."

I smile. It genuinely makes everything matter a hundred percent more- just to know that Liam admired me for what I did.

We walk into the room that Stiles was in, I grab my bag, hoisting it over my shoulders.
Kira stands straighter.
"We have fifteen minutes. Guys, let's go back to the morgue."

Liam and I nod, following Kira down the halls.

Inside the room is just as cold as I remember. Liam nudges me slowly, I draw my attention to him.
"I'm going to the bathroom okay?" He says. I smile, turning my attention back to Scott. Still lifeless on the bed.
Stiles walks in with Ronnie. Ronnie doesn't look good.
Stiles grabs her over the shoulders, leading her into another room.
He walks out and faces me.
"Jo. A word please?" He says, creasing his brows and frowning slightly. I nod, following him into the room he led Ronnie into.
Stiles straightens his back, leaning against the walls. Ronnie's face is in her palms.
"Don't look at me! Get out!" She yells, her voice is deeper than I remembered.

I kneel down beside Ronnie, placing my hand on her back.
"Ronnie, it's okay..."

I look back to Stiles, a giant look of confusion on my face.
"What's happening?" I mouth to him. His face is concerned.
He kneels down beside Ronnie.
"Ronnie, I need you to take a deep breath. It's okay." Stiles says, grabbing her hand. "I'm not gonna leave you until you're okay. Okay?"

Ronnie looks up, her face completely transformed. It's like she wears a mask. My heartbeat fastens and she growls slightly. "NO. You guys need to leave! I don't know how to control it. If I hurt you guys..." She begins. I clutch her hand, ignoring the long sharp nails and staring into her green eyes.
"Ronnie, are you... Look, I'll explain everything after we get Scott back. First- just please take deep breaths." I say.

Ronnie nods, clasping and unclasping my hand. Almost like a cat does.
Her growls now become a sob as her face returns back to normal. Tears stream down her face.
"What's happening?!" She sobs.

I check my watch, looking up at Stiles.
"We have five minutes. Kira needs to bring Scott back. We can deal with her later." I whisper.

Veronica's head snaps forward and her eyes glow green once more.
"No! I need answers! Now!" She cries.

"Stiles! Go!" I yell out. I can feel Veronica's nails growing against my hand. Breaking the surface of the skin and digging in.

Stiles opens the door and leaves. That leaves Ronnie and I.
"Ronnie, I need you to find something. Find something that brings you to peace. That helps you control it."

Veronica sobs.
"I can't.."

I shake my head.
"No. Veronica. You can. Think of something. Someone."

She stiffens up and takes a deep breath, the nails retracting from my skin. Leaving a raw sting on the palm of my hand. I can feel the blood trickling down, making me shiver. It hurts but I take a deep breath.

"You want answers?" I ask, tucking her hair behind her ears. She nods.
"Tell me, tonight, what happened? What made you angry?"

"There was this girl. She met your uncle, Stiles and I and took me by the arm. She didn't do much. She looked at me, she sighed and yanked me forward."

I nod, piecing it all together. The berserkers... It was Kate. She was here. Of course.

"Then this beast guy... He took my by the arms and held me suspended. Stiles tried to get me back but your uncle held him back. Then, the girls eyes glowed green. She told me things. She said weird stuff. Things that were insane. With every word she said I remembered. I remembered everything..."

I squeeze her shoulders slightly, creasing my brows.
"What?" I say, my face going red with anger and my voice getting slightly louder. "What do you remember?!"

Her eyes look like they are staring into oblivion. Pools of tears collecting underneath.
"The crash. The bite. Everything."

Veronica's eyes join mine, both collecting and staring into each other.
"Kate Argent. She told me we were the same. Joined by a beast inside."

I shake my head.
"No- that's not true Ronnie. You're not a beast."

Ronnie shakes her head and the tears fall.
"No- but I am. I saw myself in a way I'd never seen myself before. Stiles saw me, your uncle saw me. All I could think about was Kate. When she said we were the same."

I shake my head and she blinks the tears away.
"I'm just the same as Kate." She begins.
I interrupt. "No, listen to me, you're not even remotely like her Ron. Come on, listen."

Ronnie shakes her head.
"No. We are the same.
Just the same."

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