I apologize for the incredibly short chapter.

I couldn't feel my body, but I knew my heart sank.

He's dead. Oh my fucking god he's dead. Matt just shot Scott. Or maybe he shot Melissa.

I turned my head to look at Stiles, eyes glued to the ceiling in fear as a tear trickled down his cheek. I tried to move my hand, to hold his, waiting to feel that twinge of comfort he seemed to always radiate.

But Stiles only shared the same horrified look as I did, and in that moment, I knew that all I had to do was protect him and Scott.

If Scott was even okay.

𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎

Matt was becoming the Kanima.

It made sense now more than ever. He was killing people that didn't deserve death. He was becoming the weapon he used.

I still couldn't move. Still couldn't feel anything but that fear in my heart and my head.

"Where is Derek?"

I looked at the door Jackson had been guarding, furrowing my brows in confusion as I heard Allison's voice.

"Shit." I muttered, grabbing both Derek and Stiles' attention.

"What? What's wrong?" Stiles asked as I continued to hear Allison's frantic tone, but she sounded angry.

"Allison is here. She's looking for you." I looked at Derek, whose eyes widened. "What did you do?"

"I um— I—" he was at a loss for words. I couldn't remember him being at a loss for words before.

"Derek. What did you do?"

"... I may be the reason her mom is dead."