<Stiles' POV>

Lydia is fast asleep in a chair next to Kira. Her legs are draped into Kira's lap and her hand is grasped in my grip. Isaac fell asleep in the window sill. His head presses against the window where he was looking out into the desert. Allison is still sleeping beside me. I feel guilty that I couldn't do anything about her getting hurt. Scott is in a chair on Lydia's other side with her head on a pillow in his lap.

The only reason I woke up is my abdomen is beginning to hurt again. I contort my face and ball my empty hand into a tight, white knuckled fist. A single tear streams down my cheek but I don't let anymore fall. "Can't sleep?" At the sound of Scott's voice I nearly fall out of the bed. I look and see him with squinted tired eyes.

"I've got a reason to be awake, why did you wake up?" I ask smirking. Scott raises his eyebrows.

"Never fell asleep," he says. I cock an eyebrow.

"Why?" I ask. He shrugs his shoulders gently enough as to not wake Lydia who is snoring quietly in is lap.

"Wanted to watch over you guys," he says. Typical Scott.

"Quite the true alpha aren't you?" I ask smiling a bit. He smirks and looks down.

"This is ironic, it's seems as if we've switched girls for the night," Scott says. I shake my head.

"Nah we always had both, besides there is enough room on the bed for Lydia too, I could have both of them at once," I say laughing a bit. Scott laughs a bit.

"I'm sure she would be more comfortable than she is now," he says.

"Oh I would," her high pitched voice says. Scott and I both jump. Lydia spoke the words with her eyes closed.

"Jesus Lydia, don't scare me like that," Scott says holding his chest. She smirks with her eyes still closed.

"Aren't you going to offer me a spot on the bed?" Lydia asks. I smile.

"Come on you," I say. She opens her eyes and carefully lays down on my other side. Now with Allison and Lydia on both sides of me the bed is crowded but I don't mind.

"Oh sure leave the werewolf to suffer," Scott whispers, trying not to wake Kira, Isaac, and Allison.

"Suck it up big guy, you're not sleeping in a windowsill," Isaac says from the window.

"Hey you chose that spot," Scott protests. Isaac rolls his eyes carelessly.

"Whatever," he says hopping off the windowsill, "I'm going to go steal some food." Before we can say anything he is out the door.

"Damn it, I wanted some chips," Scott growls.

"Alright bud just go back to sleep."

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All I know is that we all fall asleep in no time. But it can't be more than fifteen minutes when I feel someone shaking my shoulder violently. I open my eyes slowly and see Issac's face drained to a snowy white. He puts his fingers up to his lips and whispers, "we've gotta go." I look around and watch as he wakes Scott and Kira up. Turning around a bit I wake Lydia.

"Lyds, we've gotta go," I whisper. Her eyes flutter open and she quickly notices the tense air. She gets up out of bed and helps me up. I throw my arm around her shoulder. A quiet grunt escapes my mouth because of the pain and I sit back down on the bed. Realization hits me and if what I think is going on is going on then this is going to be hard.

<Scott's POV>

I walk over to Allison with quiet steps and shake her shoulder. "Allison wake up babe, we gotta go." Her body is still affected by the medicine. Drowsy she tries to get up but fails. I pick her up bridal style and look around. Lydia and Kira and struggling to get Stiles to stand without hurting him as Isaac watches the door.

I walk in front of Stiles with Allison draped in my arms. "Can you get him?" I ask. Lydia shakes her head wordily.

"Not without tearing open the wound again," she says disdainfully. Stiles shakes his head.

"I told you, you've gotta leave me," he insists.

"Not an option Stilinski, I saw the Desert Wolf entering the hospital only minutes ago, you stay... and you die," Isaac explains. Stiles just continues shaking his head.

"I'm already dying, just go," Stiles demands. Lydia begins to cry. Kira looks around nervously.

"Stiles no," Lydia begins, "you are coming and that's final." Kira's eyes widen.

"Stiles, your gown," she whispers. We all glance towards Stiles' gown and see blood.

"The wound is reopened, good, now you know you can leave, I'm going to die anyways go!" Stiles demands.

"Keep your voice down," Isaac protests.

"Stiles come on!" I plead.

"Guys just go!" Stiles whispers angrily.

"Stiles please!" Lydia insists. Stiles shakes his head with his face contorted in pain.

"Guys we gotta go now or we all die!" Isaac warns. I think fast.

"They won't kill you, I know they won't, they will wait till our days are up," I explain. Lydia shakes her head violently.

"Scott we are not leaving him!" Lydia exclaims.

"Lydia go!" Stiles yells, "Isaac take her!" Lydia has a mere second to say anything before Isaac sweeps Lydia off the floor and into his arms, just like I did to Allison moments ago. Kira walks to the door.

"We will come back for you Stiles," I promise. Stiles nods as he holds his bleeding chest then widens his eyes in realization.

"Wait Scott," Stiles says standing up a bit, "use me as bait, if we can't make it then give me to them, if we all can then great," Stiles suggest. Isaac lets Lydia down from his arms and she runs to Stiles' aid. The pair follow us back to the door and Kira looks at us for approval.

"Ready?" She asks. We all nod and she opens the door. We move like shadows. Fast and quiet with the exception of Stiles who is breathing heavily and holding Lydia back a bit. For a second I think we can do it as we reach the last empty hallway before the exit. Then I see them. The Desert Wolf and her two goons as they may be named standing readily behind her. Not only that, but also a bottle blonde with glowing eyes. Malia is a werewolf?

"You didn't think it'd be that easy did you?" The Desert Wolf. I hear a thump. Looking back I see Stiles on the ground holding his chest as Lydia tries desperately to do something. Allison is heavy in my arms as I realize we may not make it out of here. "Look at your pack Scott, the huntress is asleep in your arms and your best friend is bleeding out on the floor. Not to mention the kitsune that doesn't even know half her powers," she says coldly.

"You said we had a few days," I snarl. She smirks.

"You do, a few days until I kill Lydia, but I want to even out the teams before then, I've got a team of four and you've got a team of six, two of yours have gotta go, one of them is already on their way out," the desert wolf explains motioning to Stiles who is bleeding onto the tiled floor.

"Please just let us go, we haven't done anything to you," Lydia pleads. The face of our enemy angers.

"That fact that you don't know worsens your mistake!" She screams. "I was always the desert wolf, crazy Marianna, the one who slept around! Only once did I fail to keep myself from being impregnated! It was Peter's child and he left! People began to see me as soft because I kept the baby, something I could not have, so I was going to kill the baby when Miss Natalie Martin entered my house asking for church money! She saw my glowing eyes and claws but she knew what I was, so she took the baby and brought it to an orphanage after she threw a concoction of missile toe, Kanima venom, and mountain ash at me! I made it my mission to kill Peter and the child and you killed Peter for me until Lydia and Derek brought Peter back! I had to start all over! Now you must die to feel pain as I have!" Marianna screams. Lydia looks shocked by the information about her mother. We all stand waiting for something to happen. "Go ahead hand two of your own over." I hear a grunt from behind me and see Stiles attempting to sit up.

"Take me! Take me!" He screams in vein. Lydia shakes her head.

"Stiles stop!" She yells.

"No let him," Marianna yells. I look at her angrily and place Allison by Isaac's feet.

"Come at me were coyote," I say in a deep growl. I let my teeth point and claws emerge. My eyes flash red causing Marianna to smirk.

"You may be an alpha, but I'm the queen of torture little one," she starts, "you should ask your buddy Derek, oh wait he's not here." I loose it. Any control I had over my anger fades away. Escaping her first attempt to scratch my face I lean down and then push her to the ground. The two men that assist her run after the rest of my pack.

"Isaac protect them!" I scream as I deflect the coyote's claws. Isaac attempts to take on both the men only to realize they are also supernatural. One of them a Kanima and one another werewolf. My friend is thrown to the wall and the men move to the rest of my pack. I kick the desert wolf in the gut and then run to my pack. Kira helps me take out the Beta with a few swift kicks. I slash his chest but then an pushed down by another person.

I turn around on my back to see Malia with white eyes coming at me with claws ready to slit my throat. Everyone stops at the sound of a loud scream. I recognize the voice without looking at who is screaming. It's Allison.

They've killed her, I've lost her again. I don't want to look the other way and see, but I know I must. With a hesitant movement I turn to my side and see Allison screaming but she doesn't seem to be physically hurt. She is standing finally, the medication must of warn off, and holding her mouth closed. I follow her gaze and see what she is looking at.

Strawberry blonde hair sprawled across the ground. The fair skin of her face contorted in pain as she lay on the white tiled floor. Her delicate hands holding a spot above her hip bone that is drenched in a liquid thick with viscosity. The white of her shirt a completely new shade of crimson.

Lydia Martin is lying on the floor impaled by the tale of a Kanima.

A/N why does everyone in my stories get stabbed? It's like a ritual. You ain't a real story by Megan Elizabeth until your characters have been stabbed. I don't get myself.

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