TWELVE

As we search, and when I mean by we, I mean by Stiles, Scott, and Kira. They searched all the lacrosse sticks as we are in Coach's office, locked doors. They had taken all the caps off to try and find the dagger in the lacrosse stick.

"This... this is pointless," Scott told us, as he dropped the last lacrosse stick on the table. "Most of the team's plays with their own gear."

"Maybe instead of trying to find a lacrosse stick with a hidden dagger in it, we should be trying to get the game canceled?" I asked my brother, looking over at him, as I stand next to Stiles.

My brother turned his head to me. "The game is our best way to catch him red-handed," Scott informed me.

"But what if he's red-handed 'cause his hands are covered in the blood of the person that he stabbed to death?" Stiles argued, at least someone has my back. "Which, by the way, could be either of you guys."

"Or Liam." Scott softly added. More reason to cancel the game. "Well, we don't have the whole list and he could be on it."

"We don't know anything about that list." Stiles pointed out and I nodded in agreement. "How it's made, how it's updated. I mean, who's been out taking a supernatural census anyway?"

"How do they even know about me?" Kira asked.

"They know about everyone." Scott said.

Stiles sighed. "I think Stacey's right, I think we should stop the game." Stiles agreed.

"I'm not afraid," Scott told us, turning to us. My eyes widen, well, I am!

"Neither am I." Kira softly said, agreeing with Scott.

"Well, I'm terrified. And I'm not even on the list!" Stiles exclaimed. "Guys, these are professional killers. It's their profession. One of them's got a thermo-cut wire that cuts off heads. Who knows what else they have?"

✢

"Stiles, I don't feel good about this game," I told him as we walk outside. "No, it's not my Banshee feeling. It's my, we should get this game canceled before someone gets killed, feeling."

"Yeah, I've been getting that feeling, too." Stiles mumbled slightly. "Stacey, promise me, whatever you do you stay with someone. Stay with Malia or Lydia. Please, promise me that."

"I can take care of myself." I told him, looking at him.

"Stacey, I didn't mean it like that, I know you can... but remember, these guys are professional killers, Stac. I don't want you to end up like Allison." I stopped walking when he said those words, I notice a crowd around the bus stop, looks like Devenford Prep's here. I looked up at Stiles, who had regret in his eyes. "I'm sorry, it just came out."

"Allison died protecting us, Stiles." I told him. "I'm willing to die for you, Scott, Malia, Kira, Derek, Liam, and Lydia if that meant protecting you guys. I just want you guys to be safe, and if that meant me being killed, so be it."

"If you die, I don't think I can live with myself." Stiles softly said, as he wipes a tear that had slipped from his eyes. I smiled softly and stepped closer to him. "I-I mean it, I want you alive with we get out of this mess, okay?"

"I can't make that promise, Stiles. After all, professional killers are after me." I reminded him. He nodded slowly, clearly not happy about where this conversation had lead to. I then connect our lips, it was a nice and sweet kiss. He kissed back, but I broke the kiss when I heard yelling. I turned around, and saw Liam confronting his old school. "This can't be good."

"Guys," Scott quickly and stopped running, standing in front of us. From a distance, you can see Liam was going to wolf out on everyone. "Oh, no." Scott had run forward, and Stiles had ran after his best friend.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey," Stiles greeted the excited circle that had formed around Liam and the tall guy. He had a sly smirk on, looking down at me. Stiles took a step forward, shielding me from him. Scott took Liam away from the ground, and they ran off. "Hey, what's going on, prep students? Welcome to our little public high school. How you doing?" Stiles went to do a handshake, holding out his hand, but the tall guy didn't take it. "Stiles. That's a firm handshake you've got there. Uh, we're very excited for the scrimmage tonight. Uh, but let's keep it clean, all right? No rough stuff out there. All right, see you on the field."

Stiles took my hand, and pulled me out of the crowd. "I didn't know you were on the welcoming committee." I teased him, and he rolled his eyes.

"Sorry, I forgot to mention that." Stiles played along, making me giggle a little and I got out my phone and stopped, seeing the text message from Scott. "What is it?"

"He's in the boy's locker room, come on," I dragged Stiles along, who didn't seem to happy about going.

✢

The boys pin Liam on the wall, who was growling, and the water was running on him. He's completely wolfed out and stand there, with my arms crossed.

"Okay, are you calm yet?" Stiles asked the young beta. He then lets out one big roar, looking straight at me. The boys had firmly pushed him back onto the wall.

"Okay! Okay!" Liam pants, as he turned into a human again. The boys let go of him, and Scott turned off the shower. Liam throws himself on the wall and slides down. Stiles stepped back and leaned against the wall.

"That car you smashed, I thought you said it was your teacher's." Scott told Liam. Okay, what? Liam looked up at us.

"He's also my Coach." Liam spoke softly. "He benched me for the entire season."

"What did you do?" Scott asked, wanting more information.

"I got a couple red cards." Liam mumbled.

"Just a couple?" Stiles asked. Scott bends down to his beta, and I walked over to Stiles and leaned on the wall next to him.

"You gotta be honest with us." Scott told his beta. "What else happened?"

"Nothing!" Liam sighed. He sighed. "I got kicked out of school. They sent me to a psychologist for evaluation."

"What do they call it?"

"Intermittent Explosive Disorder." Liam looked up at me and Stiles.

"I.E.D?" Stiles asked. "You're literally an I.E.D? That's great. That's great. You gave superpowers to walking time bomb." And he gave Scott the thumbs up.

I pinch Stiles' arm, and he glared down at me. "Be nice." I hissed. He rubbed his arm that I pinched.

"Did they give you anything for it?" Scott asked softly.

"Risperdal," Liam answered. "It's an antipsychotic."

"Oh, this just keeps getting better." Stiles sarcastically said.

"Do you want me to pinch you again?" I asked, cocking my head up to him. He shakes his head and pressed his lips together. "That's what I thought."

"But I don't take it." Liam said.

"Obviously- ow!" Stiles cried out, I just pinched him harder on the arm. He rubbed his arm.

"I can't play lacrosse on it. It makes me too tired." Liam explained.

Stiles sighed, not having a comment making me smirk. "Okay," Scott softly said. "I think you should bail out of this game. Tell Coach your leg is still hurting."

"No, no!" Liam protested and stands up. Scott stood up as well. "I can do this. Especially if you're there."

Stiles sighed and covered his hands with his face. "But, Liam, it's not just about the game. We think whoever killed Demarco might be on our team." Or Carrie.

"Who's Demarco?"

"The one who brought the beer to the party," I answered trying to steady my heart rate so it won't jump. I have a theory.

Okay, here's my theory. I think that the killer who every's on the team, isn't working alone, but it also works with that girl. It makes sense. The girl has a thermo-cut wire, and the boy has a lacrosse stick dagger.

"Yeah, you know, the guy who was beheaded," Stiles added. "Remember?"

"We think the person who ordered the keg killed Demarco." You're probably wondering why I haven't told these boys yet. Well, A) I don't want to be questioned, B) I don't want them to think that I've lied to them and C) because I want to solve the mystery for once. By myself. "Liam?" I snap out of the gaze that I was in, and Liam looked at Scott. "What, you know something?"

"I don't know who ordered the keg. But I know who paid for it." Liam told us.

"What? I thought Lydia paid for it." I mumbled. "Who? Who paid for it?"

"Garrett."

✢

I watch as the Devenford Prep players warm up on the field. Kira, Scott, and Stiles all sat down on one bench. I smiled when I saw Stiles in his uniform for lacrosse, damn he looked hot in it. He turned around, and locked eyes with mine. Picking up my bag; I walked down the where Kira, Scott, and Stiles were.

"Lets go, team!" I cheer them on and stood next to Stiles. I grin at them. They didn't seem too excited about this game, can't blame them; if there was an assassin on the team I wouldn't be so excited either. "Don't worry, guys. Scott, who was the one left standing when a whole pack of alphas came after him, huh? You were. And Stiles, who was the one left standing when you were taken over by an evil spirit? You were. So don't tell me you can't do this because I know damn well you can."

It stayed silent, and Stiles spoke up. "She's right, we can do this, guys," Stiles told us.

"That's right, I'm right!" I cheer, pumping a fist in the air. "There's the spirit, Stiles! Come on, show us a little more. You know what this school needs? A freaking cheerleading squad. Get into the spirit, everyone!"

"Loving the spirit, mini McCall!" I heard Coach yell, and I turned around and gave him a grin, giving him a thumbs up. "Let's go!" Coach yelled. "Let's go, come on! Hey, McCall," I ignored Coach and turned to Stiles.

I wrap him into a warm hug, and he hugged back and he sighed. "Don't get yourself killed out there, all right?" I mumbled, and he laughed sarcastically, making me chuckle. "Sorry, too soon." I then gave him a good luck kiss, it was short and sweet but that's all we had time for. "I love you, make me proud."

"Hey, Liam, think fast!" Brett, the Devenport Prep captain spoke, and through the ball towards Liam who caught it instantly. Liam shoved his helmet on. Stiles then pulled out of the hug, and kissed my forehead before he went out to the field with Kira, Scott, and the rest of the team.

✢

I watch as Devenford Prep's player had picked up the ball, and threw the ball into the goal. I stand next to Coach, he said he didn't mind my company. Devenford Prep fans scream in delight. What a kick in the ass for us.

Devenford Prep looked like they were mocking our team, who seemed pissed. The tension between the lacrosse players had grown unbelievably high. I didn't need to be a werewolf to sense it.

The referee had set down the ball for the two lacrosse players who faced each other. Scott and Brett. The referee blows the whistle, Brett had gotten the ball and Scott had gotten up off the ground. Liam, however, ran towards Brett. But a Devenport Prep player had pushed Liam back down and I cringe beside Coach who was also cringing.

However, Brett scored another goal. Oh, man, we're dying out there. Two Devenford Prep players had towered over Liam, who jumped up and threw off his helmet in anger and his gloves.

I wasted no time and sprinted over there, and Liam was ready to pounce before Scott and Stiles held him back. I stepped in front of Liam, placing my hands on his shoulders, pushing him back. "Liam." I hiss, we pushed Liam away and the Devenford Prep players walked back to their side. The whistle blows.

"Stacey, back over here!" Coach yelled my name, and I looked at the boys.

"Be safe." I told them, and they nodded and I jogged back over to Coach. "Sorry, Coach, I had to do what I had to do." The coach rolled his eyes and I crossed my arms.

Stiles and another Devenford Prep player were back on the ground, in their position. When the whistle blew, Stiles had snatched the ball, and I jumped and down in excitement as he threw the ball to Kira who seemed stunned.

I smiled in excitement, my hands together, brought up to my face. Stiles was doing better than Scott. Kira had dodged all the Devenford prep players. "Pass it!" Coach yelled at Kira. "Kira, pass that ball!" But instead, Kira turned around and scored us a point. Everyone cheered, I grinned. Kira jumps up and down in celebration. "Yukimura! Get over here!" Kira sprints over, grinning as she takes off her helmet. "Take a seat your benched for the rest of the game."

"What? Why?" Kira and I both asked as I approached Coach.

"You didn't pass." Coach simply said.

"I had an open shot." Kira defended.

"The play was for you to pass." Coach said. "This is a scrimmage, it's all about teamwork, Yukimura. So, you're benched."

Kira sighed and walked over to the bench, I followed. We sat on the bench together. "I really hope nothing goes wrong tonight." I mutter to Kira, who agreed.

I watch in horror as three lacrosse players all collide into each other, one being Liam, who being another one of our lacrosse players, and a Devenford Prep. I jumped up with the rest of the team and I was ahead of everyone, sprinting to Liam.

I slide down next to Liam, panicking because he might've been stabbed. Liam screams in pain. "Okay, back off!" Coach snapped at everyone. Scott had Stiles had helped Liam up.

"How hard did you hit him?" Scott asked Liam.

"I didn't." Liam said through his teeth and he pants. "He hit me." I cringe when I saw a bone popping out of Liam's skin... that's not normal.

"Ow." Stiles cringed beside me, looking away. Scott then takes off his gloves, throwing them to the ground. I picked them up for him, and held them. Scott had put his hands on the bone, and breath deeply.

"Close your eyes." Scott told Liam, who closed his eyes. Liam cries out in pain when Scott snapped the bone back into it's place and I cringe extremely hard, jumping back a little. I look a the now normal bone.

Brett, however, was screaming in pain. "All right, Brett, we're gonna pick you up now." Someone informed Brett. They helped him back to the bench.

"Are you cut?" I asked Liam. "Did Garrett cut you?"

"No, no, I'm okay." Liam reassured me. I looked over at Garrett, who was already looking at us with a smirk on his face.

"Then he missed."

"What do you mean?" Liam asked.

"It's you, Liam. You're the one he's after."

"I talked to Coach." Liam said, approaching me, Kira, and Scott as we were at the benches. "I'm out for the rest of the game."

"What are you going to do?" Kira asked, turning to Scott.

"I don't know." Scott said. "Something still not right. We're missing something."

"Guys." Stiles called us over, and we turned around and he approached us. "Lydia just broke another third of the list."

"Am I on it?" Liam asked.

"No. But someone else is." Stiles said.

✢

I walked quickly down the hall as I spot a person on the ground that had been dropped outside the boys' locker room. I bit my lip as I start to sprint towards the locker room, bending down to the person who was already dead.

I looked in the boys locker room and I had quickly stood up, and walked over to the other body who belonged to Brett. My face dropped, please, don't be dead. Scaring me, Brett opened his eyes, his eyes were a bright yellow. He's a beta.

My eyes widen when someone had shoved me onto the ground, knocking some air out of me. I looked up and saw that it was the girl who I had saw kill Demarco. I became in sudden panic. I had shuffled back as she stepped forward dangerously, my eyes widening when I hit the wall.

"I was kind of hoping for you brother, Stacey," the girl smirked, holding the thermo-cut wire in her hands. "But, considering you're worth more than he is, it's kind of a win-win, don't you think?" My eyes stayed locked on her's, and she turned her head around. My eyes widen I saw my brother standing over Brett. The girl had took her chance and wrapped the thermo-cut wire around his neck and he had quickly grabbed onto the thermo cut wire and tried pulling it away from his neck. It glows. "He said we shouldn't try. But, I have two of you now. But now I've got you, the Alpha, and the banshee's in my hands."

Scott growled lowly, as I stand up, he had pulled the thermo cut wire out, away from his neck. The girl started to panic. Scott glowed his red eyes and the wire snaps, and puts his hand around her neck. I slowly walked over to them.

The girl was being lifted off her feet and shoved against the wall, and he leaned in close to her. "No one messes with my family," he growled before he dropped her onto the ground, and she was knocked out cold.

Stiles had come running in, and I kind of stared in shock. Stiles' eyes widen as he stepped into the boy's locker room. I looked at Stiles. "I think you better call your dad."