We sat next to each other, my head resting on his shoulder as we stared at the view before us. Time went by fast, and I knew that school was finishing soon, meaning we'd have to leave, but I wasn't sure I was ready to stop being just us.

We'd had a fun day though. After the movie, we started a competition of who could catch the most food in our mouths. Isaac had brought multiple packets of popcorn so we used those to throw at each other, the other needing to catch the flying piece of popcorn.

I won, unsurprisingly, managing to catch two more popcorn pieces than Isaac. Werewolf reflexes are important, sure, but so is natural talent, something I had that Isaac lacked. I grinned at him when the timer ended, crowning me as the winner.

Isaac was outraged, staring at me to the timer in disbelief, until he decided to get his revenge and grabbed my arm, tugging me forward and pressing his mouth against mine.

There was a lot of that as well. Kissing, quiet whispers and laughter, tangled limbs under the blankets together as we tried to get as close as possible. It was nice, acting like a normal couple. I wasn't even sure if we were a couple, and I was too afraid to ask, fearing the answer would be no. I wanted to be with him, even when we were on opposite sides.

I also forced Isaac to watch Mean Girls, as it was an important movie for everyone's film education, and if you didn't watch it you were an uneducated swine that no one wanted to be around. So I remedied that for Isaac, making him sit through two hours' worth of pure bitchiness between girls, enjoying the horror on his face when they went face to face.

"She got hit by a bus!" Isaac screeched, turning to me. "A bus! Regina George got hit by a bus!"

I laughed, urging him to continue watching the movie. By the end of it Isaac had a whole new perspective of high school girls and may or may not have been a little terrified if Erica, because she reminded him of Regina George.

At one point Isaac begged me to show him some magic, claiming he wanted to 'see me do my witchy-woo thing'. I scoffed, but relented nonetheless, watching as Isaac rocked in the floor eagerly, his eyes set firmly upon me.

I decided to do some illusions, my magic forming into a flower, the picture floating above us. Isaac let out a breathless laugh and I grinned, changing it into a wolf running after the moon. I listened as Isaac threw out suggestions for the illusion and obeyed him, forming it into whatever he wished. The illusions didn't take much energy, so I wasn't even tired after we finished; in fact I felt refreshed after using my powers.

Now we sat there, under all the blankets, side by side, staring quietly at the view. We could see trees, buildings, and the faint outline of Beacon Hills High School, where we were supposed to be right now.

I turned to the side, staring at Isaac, the boy oblivious to my gaze. I stared at him, and my heart warmed, looking at this boy who was so kind, who had been through so much and yet managed to survive.

"Why didn't you tell me about your dad?" My voice came out quiet, soft, and I risked a glance at Isaac. He stiffened, eyes darting away from mine. "Or anyone really. They could have helped you."

Isaac stared at the view, his eyes distant as he answered. "Because he was my dad. I know he was horrible, but he was all I had. Without him I was alone, and that was scarier than anything my dad did to me. I didn't want to be alone, even if that meant being abused by him, but I ended up alone anyway so..."

I grabbed his hand. "You're not alone. You've got your pack. Derek, Erica, and Boyd.... And you've got me."

Isaac smiled at my words, leaning forward to gently press his lips against mine. This kiss was different from the others. It was slow, soft, it meant something, and as Isaac moved his hand to rest on my cheek, gently caressing it, I knew he knew it meant something too.

When we broke apart Isaac pulled me in for a hug, wrapping his arms around my shoulders as we just enjoyed the present, knowing we wouldn't be able to do this again for a while. Not with the Kanima on the loose and our two packs racing to get to it first.

We pulled back and Isaac checked his watch, sighing dejectedly when he looked at the time. He turned to me, his gaze saying everything, and I frowned, not wanting today to end. Nevertheless, when Isaac got up and offered me a hand I took it, because everything good never lasts forever.

"We should go back now," he murmured to me.

I gave him a tight smile as I tried to hide my disappointment. "Yeah, I know."

Isaac packed up everything, putting it into a bag that he hid in the corner, informing me that he'd come back for it later. After that we had to face the dangerous trek down the building, one I was even more scared of because we were going down.

We made it though, eventually, and intertwined our hands without a word, starting the walk back to the school. We took it slow, sometimes talking, sometimes just walking in comfortable silence. As we got closer and closer to school the dread inside my gut increased. I didn't want this to end. I didn't want to have to go back to real life, where Isaac and I were on opposite sides. I didn't even know when we'd next see each other; for all I knew it could be on separate sides of a battlefield.

We got to the school, at least an hour after it had ended, entering the empty building and looking around, finding it strange to be in here when no one else was. Detention would be going on, but other than that we were one of the very few people still in school.

The hallways were quiet, lacking the usual raucous laughter and conversation that filled it during the day. The lockers were all closed, no students hanging by them, talking with one another or getting their books. It was utterly still, an eerie sight.

I opened mouth, about to bid Isaac goodbye when he grabbed my arm, startling me. I looked up at him to find him looking upset, brows furrowed as he stared at me.

"Come to the party with me," he said.

I blinked, confused. "What?"

"There's a party happening Friday," Isaac explained. "Come with me- as Y/n, not the scary witch-" I snorted, and Isaac smiled slightly, his sever expression relaxing a bit. "-We can be just us again."

Isaac watched me hopefully, waiting for my answer. I sighed, knowing I shouldn't agree, but knowing that I was going to anyway.

"Okay," I said quietly.

Isaac grinned and leaned in, pecking me quickly on the lips before strolling away, sending me a wink over his shoulder. I snorted, shaking my head, but there was a smile on my face as I started walking the opposite way, needing to get my bag before I left.

I walked past the library, craning my head to glance inside when the doors burst open and Jackson hurried out, clutching his nose as dark liquid spilled from it. It looked like blood and I grimaced, knowing I'd have to go after him in case his nosebleed had something to do with the Kanima.

Before I could follow him though, a set of footsteps followed Jackson and Mr Harris exited the library, his cruel gaze going right to me.

"Miss Argent," he said, his lips curling into a sneer. "Decided class wasn't good enough for you today?"

I opened my mouth, going through all the excuses I could think of, but Mr Harris threw his hand up, silencing me as he looked down on me in disdain.

"I don't want to hear it. You can join the others in the library for detention. Now."

I scowled, turning around to trudge into the library, all the while muttering under my breath. "If you didn't want to hear it then why did you ask?"

I looked in the room, surprised to see most of my friends there, sitting at various tables. We had Stiles and Scott sitting on a table with Erica, and Allison sitting on a table with Matt, the boy I'd met during the science class when we'd all thought Lydia was the Kanima.

I opted to sit with the former table, taking a seat next to Scott and across from Stiles. Both boys, along with Erica, looked surprised to see me, the latter careful to quickly wipe her face void of all emotions.

"What are you doing here?" Stiles asked.

I raised an eyebrow. "I could ask the same about you."

Getting detention certainly hadn't been in any of the plans I'd heard about. Erica stayed quiet throughout all of this, content to watch and wait.

"Scott and Jackson got into a fight," Stiles explained. "Everyone around got detention. You?"

I tried acting casual, shrugging my shoulders. "Got caught skipping class."

Stiles sent me a pointed look that I ignored, and I turned to Erica, who was smirking at what I said, a cruel glint in her eye. I frowned, wondering why. Scott and Stiles listened to my answer before turning to Erica, no doubt the real reason they were sitting on this table with her.

"Stiles says you know how Jackson's parents died," Scott said.

Erica shrugged, still smirking. "Maybe.

"Talk."

Erica looked at the book in front of her, stroking the edge of it with a finger before focusing on Scott. "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 turns 18."

I stared at her in outrage. "So, not only is Jackson filthy rich now, but he'll be getting even richer at 18?"

Erica smiled at me; the action filled with the same displeasure I felt about Jackson's unfair wealth. "Yep."

"There's something so deeply wrong with that," Stiles muttered, shaking his head.

Erica thought for a second before opening her laptop. "You know what? I could try to find the insurance report on my dad's in-box. He keeps everything."

"Thanks," I said and Erica looked up, an unreadable expression on her face before she forced a shrug and went back to her laptop.

We waited in silence for Erica to find it, looking around the library and each other. I checked my phone, only to be filled with disappointment when I found Isaac hadn't texted me. It's not like he said he would but- I just assumed he might have wanted to.

I put my phone away just as an announcement went through the speakers, grabbing all of our attention. "Scott McCall, please report to the principal's office."

All of the few people in the library turned to look at Scott, the boy staring around in fear before quickly getting to his feet, walking out the room. I shared a look with Allison across the room, the two of us knowing nothing good could come of that meeting.

"Have you found it yet?" I asked Erica, restless from nerves for Scott, wondering if he would be okay.

"Nearly." Erica answered.

Mere moments later, Jackson and Mr Harris re-entered the library, the former silent as he walked to the table with Matt and Allison while the latter stood at the front of the room and watched the students before him suffering.

"Found it," Erica whispered.

I moved my seat over to her side, peering at her laptop eagerly.

"The estimated time of death, 9:12pm, June 14th 1995," Erica recited.

Stiles cursed as he came to a realisation. "Jackson's birthday is June 15th."

Mr Harris, who had been packing up his stuff, decided this was the perfect opportunity to talk to the remaining students in the library. "So, I'm leaving, as I know some of you have noticed-" he sent a pointed look Jackson's way, where his bag was already slung over his shoulder. "-but none of you are. You may go when you're done with the re-shelving." He patted two trays filled to the brim with books, his grin pure evil. "Have fun with the rest of your evening."

Everyone groaned but reluctantly got up, going to a tray and starting to shelf the books. Scott came back just as Stiles started explaining what we'd learnt to Allison, and I was relieved to find that he was in one piece.

Stiles explained Jackson's parents' death, finishing it off with the lovely information that, "it means he was born after his mother died by c-section. They had to pull him out of a dead body."

We all took a minute to digest the information, shuddering at the thought of what Stiles had told us.

"So was it an accident or not?" Allison inquired.

I shrugged. "We don't know. The word all over the report was inconclusive."

"Then his parents could have been murdered?" Scott asked, careful to keep his voice down.

Stiles sighed. "If they were it falls in line with the Kanima myth. It seeks out and kills the murders."

"But for Jackson, or for whoever is controlling him?" Allison asked.

Scott was already moving. "We have to talk to him. We have to tell him."

Allison tried to grab him but he avoided her reach. "He's not going to listen-"

Scott was already gone before Allison could finish her sentence, and we both rolled our eyes at him. Sometimes his morals really got in the way of his brain.

I picked up a book, intending to shelve it, when all hell broke loose. Something jumped from the ceiling, breaking lights and causing plaster and books to rain down on us. I gasped, and before I knew what I was doing I'd made a shield around Allison, Stiles and I, protecting us from the rubble.

I saw a scaly tale turn a corner and cursed, realising Jackson had transformed into the Kanima. Stuff was still falling, so the shield needed to be up, but I couldn't waste all my magic on this when I'd need it to fight the Kanima off.

We all heard a shriek, one that belonged to Erica, and knew that it had gotton to her. I knew I needed to go, knew that I couldn't hold this shield up for much longer without my energy depleting, but I couldn't leave Allison and Stiles vulnerable.

Scott was suddenly in our line of vision as he was thrown against a cart, the thing toppling over as he groaned, clutching his side. I looked up, finding the last of the debris gone and lowered the shield as Allison and Stiles ran to Scott to see if he was okay.

We all looked to Jackson, who was standing in the middle of the room half transformed, still relatively human, as his head lolled back, his arm moving up as if controlled by another being, a chalk in hand. The chalk hit the whiteboard behind him and he started writing something, the sound of scraping chalk the only noise in the library.

He finished writing, his arm falling limply to his side, and we all craned out necks to see what he'd written on the board.

STAY OUT OF MY WAY OR I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU

By the time we'd finished reading, Jackson had fully transformed, and we watched as his reptile eyes landed on us for a second before he jumped out of the window, shattered glass raining down on the floor.

We carefully made our way to the board to get a closer look at the message when Stiles called out to us, "guys, I think Erica's having a seizure!"

We turned around and indeed it did look as if she was seizing, her body jerking on the floor as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

I ran to Erica, my hands hovering over her as I thought of what to do. Surely there was some sort of healing spell, something to stop the seizure. Yet I couldn't think of anything, and from my small amount of knowledge of healing spells I knew they were incredibly hard and took an immense amount of energy.

"We need to get her to the hospital," I said.

Erica seemed to be somewhat conscious because she managed to get out, "Derek. Only to Derek."

"Go," Allison urged. "Go to Derek and help her."

Scott shook his head. "I'm staying with you."

"Stiles can't take her alone," Allison said, "not like that, and Matt - Y/n call the ambulance for him- Just go. I'll be fine."

I obeyed Allison's orders, getting my phone out and dialling 911, pacing impatiently for them to pick up. It was a quick conversation before they informed the paramedics were on their way and I hung up, just as Scott picked up Erica.

"Y/n, you gotta go with them," Allison ordered. "Just in case they need a witch."

I nodded my head, dutifully following Scott, hoping that Erica would be okay. I wanted her to be okay, because I didn't hate her. She was powerless her whole life until now, so it's no surprise that she might abuse that power, or at least use it to her advantage regardless of who got hurt in the process. Sure, I didn't like her for that, but I didn't hate her, and maybe, in another life, we could have been friends.

We made it to Derek's base, an abandoned underground train station. I waited outside the train as Scott and Stiles entered with Erica, knowing Derek was inside there. Instead I looked around, wondering where Isaac was, and praying Erica would be fine.

It seemed she was, because both Derek and Scott stepped out a while later looking dishevelled but reasonably calm. Stiles must have stayed on the train with her.

Derek's eyes roved over me, a shallow nod the only acknowledgment I got. I returned it and walked to Scott's side, who murmured quietly to me that Erica was safe and Stiles was looking after her for the time being. He then turned to Derek, his stubborn face on.

"You know who the Kanima is," he said.

Derek looked around, his eyes stilling on me for a second before they left and he sighed, leaning against the wall. "Jackson."

"You just wanted your pack to confirm it, didn't you?" Scott demanded.

Derek's gaze flicked to me again. "Among other things."

Scott was quiet for a beat, glaring at Derek. "I'm gonna help you stop him. As a part of your pack."

I blinked, surprised. He certainly hadn't told me any of this. Hope blossomed inside me anyway, because this would mean...

"On one condition," Scott continued. "We're going to catch him, not kill him."

Derek raised his eyebrows, knowing there was more. "And?"

"And we do it my way."

There was a small smile on my face as I took my phone out of my pocket, opening up my messages with Isaac.

I texted him, feeling giddy as I wrote the message, because it was finally happening.

Guess whose on the same side?