"If we are doing a study group, why not in the library?" Lydia asked as Stiles, her and I walked around the school. My head was turning all over the place frantically as I hoped Erica and Boyd weren't following the Jeep, Stiles reeking of anxiety as we got closer to Scott's house.

"Because, Lydia. We are meeting someone." Stiles answered, Lydia frowning as she sat in the back seat, crossing her arms.

"Well then why don't we just meet them at the library?" She suggested as I scoffed to myself.

"Ooh, that would've been a great idea... too late." Stiles said as he parked by Scott's driveway, Jackson waiting for all of us. We all got out of the car, my hand grabbing Lydia's to help her out as her heel clipped against the door, causing her to stumble slightly.

"You alright?" I asked lowly as she hummed in confirmation, standing up straight again and walking towards Jackson, who, by the wayX did not look pleased to be at Scott's. Or by us.

"Okay, now hold on—" Lydia started before the boy cut her off.

"Lydia. Shut up." He demanded before turning to Stiles and I. "And walk." He ordered as I glared at him.

"She's not your play toy anymore, Jackson. You should learn to be respectful and ask her nicely. Instead of being a prick." I popped the 'p' at the end, earning a deathly look from Jackson.

"I need to talk to her. Alone." He said coldly as I smiled, raising my hands defensively.

"Fine. But if you hurt her? I'm running you over with your Porsche." I clicked my tongue as Stiles and I started walking up to Scott's house, the two of us very frequently turning back to the ex couple.

"What do you think he wants?" Stiles asked as we peered through the blinds. I hushed him quickly, listening to the conversation.

"out of my mind walking around the woods naked, all of my friends are acting like total nutcases, and you expect me to be worried about some stupid key?" Lydia yelled as I sucked in a breath.

"She's yelling at him for wanting a key to his house back." I explained as Stiles hummed and nodded.

"So do you have the key. Or not?" Jackson asked as Lydia clenched her jaw.

"Not." She lied, which only seemed to make me nervous, and Jackson angry.

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I was sure that my mind had been clinging to the clouds because the next thing I knew, Allison was with us and Lydia and Jackson were talking in Scott's bedroom..

"If Scott was able to catch an arrow, then you and Derek definitely can." Allison said as she fixed her bow string. My eyes widened as I nodded.

"I— I mean yeah but don't you think we are over exaggerating this?" I asked as Allison shrugged.

"They're going to kill my friend, maybe with or without proof that she might be a Kanima." Allison said as I shared a nervous look with Stiles.

"Right." I whispered, pausing when I smelled someone too familiar.

"Okay. Just shoot one of the other three." Stiles said as Allison frowned.

"You mean two." She corrected as my eyes widened.

"No... I means three— where the hell is Isaac?" Stiles asked as I quickly ran up the stairs and burst through Scott's room.

"Someone's trying to break in!" Allison yelled from downstairs as I looked around for Jackson.

"Where is he?" I asked. "Where is Jackson?!" I yelled before grabbing Lydia and taking her out of Scott's bedroom. "Go!"

Lydia grabbed her phone, quickly dialing the police as I searched for Jackson. "Here ya little lizard. Come on out." I demanded, hearing a loud hiss and spinning around towards Scott's bathroom to see the Kanima.

"Hey, Jackson... How ya doing?" I asked as he hissed again, lunging for me. "GUYS IT'S HERE!" I yelled, dodging every attack I could.

Stiles slammed his body into the door frame from running so hard, getting Jackson's attention. I used the opportunity to jump onto his back and pin him to the ground, digging my claws into his shoulder blades.

"Get outta here, Stiles!" I ordered as he nodded and ran back down. I pressed one of Jackson's arms down with my knee, my foot holding down his tail and pressing his other arm to his body as tight as I could as he writhed in anger.

"C'mon Jackson! Let's just be friends? You don't want to hurt a friend now, do you?" I asked, staring down at his slitted eyes. "You're not so bad, right? Don't want people thinking you're a murderer."

Jackson had stopped moving. And I was dumb enough to believe he'd be nice. But instead, he threw me off and jumped out the window.

It took me a moment to realize what had happened, and I finally had let out an angry yell. "Dammit!"

I ran down the stairs and stopped, seeing Erica a few paces away from Allison, Lydia and Stiles. "Oh. Hey Dean. What were you doing up there?"

"Not that it's any of your concern, but I was taking a painfully hot shower." I lied as she hummed, looking at my hair.

"You look pretty dry."

"I dry fast. Get the hell out." I gripped my hand around her arm and dragged her out of Scott's house. "It's not Lydia so leave her the hell alone, or I'm turning you into a god damned rug." I threatened as she 'ooed' in amusement.

"You seem very protective of this girl. What does she have that I don't?" Erica chuckled as I scoffed.

"Dignity. Self-respect. A brain. Good future. Friends that are actually there for her and not just because she's hot— do you want me to go on?" I asked as Erica glared at me.

"You've become a dick." She frowned.

"And you've become a bitch with daddy issues."

"At least mine hasn't killed hi—" I grabbed Erica's throat hard, slamming her into the tree, my claws slowly digging into her throat as she struggled to breathe. I clenched my jaw hard, staring at her with a cold looks

"You don't talk about that." I whispered in a low voice as she tried to suck in a breath. "You don't get to talk about who I'm friends with, and how I have changed. And you definitely don't get to threaten my friends. I don't care if it turns me into some sort of hypocrite. I will kill you, Erica. I don't care if we were friends at one point."

"Any—anything to... to protect a killer... right?" She breathed out as I let go of her throat, letting her fall to the ground and cough hard.

"It's Jackson. And he doesn't even have a damn clue about it so why should you or Derek chose if he gets to live or die?" I asked, slowly squatting down to look at her. Her eyes met mine, not daring to look away as I continued to talk. "We are trying to help the Kanima from killing. We are trying to stop you guys from killing whoever the Kanima is."

"You've really changed, Dean." She croaked out as I shrugged with a forced smile.

"I really haven't. It all just depends on who I'm around. Like the real me is a... Silhouette hiding behind my new personality."