chapter twenty
❝ in my mind we're somewhere in my car ❞
raving

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Stiles and Kennedy sat in the Jeep on their way to the Sheriffs office. "I can't believe you and Lydia have been friends for for eleven years." Stiles said.

"What can I say? Lydia and I are soulmates." Kennedy hummed, leaning back with a sigh. She wore a pair of jeans and a white tank, along with one of Stiles's many flannels.

Stiles chuckled. "Soulmates, you believe in that crap?" He said as he drove.

Kennedy looked over, her hair up in a bun. "Don't you?" She asked. Stiles shook his head, smiling. Kennedy looks back at the road. "I think we have a lot of soulmates. Different ones that teach us different things. Lydia's my companion soulmate. It's like she was destined to be in my life so we can give each other love and encouragement. We're like, made to be best friends." She turned to look at Stiles as she grinned. "I think Scott and I are soul partners." Stiles glanced at her in confusion. She laughed, "Not romantically." She teased. Kennedy shrugged, "Soul partners can be friends, family, a co worker. I think Scott will always be my partner in crime. Wherever he goes, I'm sure I won't be too far behind."

Stiles shrugged, looking at his hands as he drove. Slowly pulling over, Stiles brought the Jeep to a stop. Kennedy frowned in confusion. He turned to look at her. "What about me?" He asked with a teasing smile.

"Shouldn't you be driving?"

"I can't drive and look at you at the same time." Stiles added with a shrug. Kennedy laughed, "So, what about me?"

Kennedy looked up at Stiles. His brown eyes. The birthmark on the left side of his face, that was her right. She looked at every feature of the teenage boy she had known for six years. Kennedy smiled softly, "I think you're my soulmate." She nodded slowly.

Stiles shrugged, "So Lydia gets companion soulmate, Scott gets soulmate partner, and I get nothing?" Kennedy just kept smiling at Stiles. "What!?" He asked, confused.

The Stallard girl shook her head slowly. "Just, know that you're special, Stiles."

Later, the two finally reach the Sheriff's. Noah Stilinski reached into a bag, groaning. "Oh, what the hell is this?"

"Veggie burger." Answered Stiles, him and Kennedy sitting next to each other.

Noah frowned. "Stiles, I asked for a hamburger." He informed.

"Well, veggie is healthier. We're being healthy." Stiles explained, gesturing to his salad that Kennedy was eating from.

"Oh, hell, why are you trying to ruin my life?"

Stiles shook his head. "I'm trying to extend your life, okay? Could you just eat it, please? And tell me what you found." Kennedy smiled as she looked over at the Sheriff. She looked at the pages all over the board behind Noah.

"No, I'm not sharing confidential police work with a teenager."

Kennedy spoke up. "Is that it on the board behind you?" She asked innocently. Stiles looked at it, Noah turning to them both.

"Don't look at that." Both Stiles and Kennedy look around. "Avert your eyes."

Stiles stutters as his dad continues to scold them. "I see arrows pointing at pictures."

"Okay, okay, stop." Both teens look at Noah. "Fine. I found something." Kennedy smiled as she and Stiles listened in. "Mechanic and the couple who were murdered. They all had something in common."

"All three?" Kennedy asks in surprise.

Sheriff Stilinski nods. "Yeah. You know what I always say. One's an incident. Two's coincidence."

"Three's a pattern." Stiles finished.

Sheriff nodded, "The mechanic, the husband, the wife - all the same age. All 24."

Kennedy shrugged. "What about Isaac's dad? He's not 24, not even close." She said in confusion.

"Which made me think that either A, Lahey's murder wasn't connected or B, the ages were a coincidence, until I found this, which would be C." Noah hands Stiles a folder, which Kennedy looks over. "Did you know that Isaac Lahey had an older brother named Camden?"

Stiles reads the folder. "Died in combat?" He reads, looking over at his dad.

Sheriff Stilinski nods. "But if he were alive today, take one guess as to how old he'd be." He said, looking between Kennedy and Stiles. Stiles sighed, sinking in his chair.

"24."

Kennedy stood up, studying the board. "They're all the same age, meaning they probably were all in the same class, right?" She asks, looking at Noah. "Did you think of that?"

Sheriff shrugged, "Yeah, yeah. Well, I would've. I mean," He scoffs. "Look, I just got Lahey's file two hours ago."

"Two hours? Dad, people could be dying." Stiles scolded.

"Yeah, I'm aware of that. Thank you."

Stiles looked at the board, "Same class." He mumbled. He looked at his dad. Quickly the two Stilinski's gathered yearbooks from previous years at Beacon Hills, as well as files.. "Okay, this is it. Class of 2006." Stiles looked at the blue file. "They all went to Beacon Hills."

Sheriff nodded. "Including Isaac's brother."

"All right, but so what if they all knew each other, you know?" Stiles asked.

Kennedy shrugged. "I mean, two of them were married, so maybe they all just hung out."

Sheriff looked at the two. "Well, they could have had the same classes together. They could've," He pauses, looking down at the file on his desk.

"What?"

"Same teacher."

Noah points to the page, Stiles and Kennedy looking down. "Harris. They were all in his class?" Stiles asked in surprise.

"All four." Said Stiles's dad. "And I don't know how Mr. Lahey fits in, but this, kids, this is definitely a pattern."

"All right, give me the 2006 yearbook." Kennedy hands Stiles the textbook as he quickly runs through the pages. "These names, we need faces."

Stiles looks up. "Which ones?"

"Everyone in that chemistry class." Noah said, picking up the phone. "If the killer's not done killing,"

Kennedy speaks up. "One of them's next." Noah begins to talk on the phone, and Kennedy's phone lights up. "It's Derek, he's here."

Stiles follows Kennedy as she walks out the door. "I can't believe you're just, following Derek now." He said. "I thought you hated him."

"I do." Kennedy stops, turning to Stiles. The boy furrows a brow. "Derek killed my dad, who I just remembered after six years. I hate him more than anybody." She shrugs her shoulders, "But this? This isn't about me and Derek, or us, or even Jackson and I. It's about saving Jackson from whoever is doing this to him!" Stiles looks at the werewolf girl with a sad look. "I'll text you if anything happens with Scott."

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At the vet clinic, Scott opens the door to see Kennedy, Derek, and Isaac. "What's he doing here?" Scott asks, looking at the Lahey.

"I need him." Derek said as he walked in.

Scott narrows his eyes. "I don't trust him."

"Yeah, well, he doesn't trust you either." Isaac retorted. Kennedy scoffed, rolling her eyes as she walks past Derek.

Derek grabs Kennedy's arm, pulling her to his side. "You know what? And Derek really doesn't care." He said, annoyed. "Now where's the vet? Is he gonna help us or not?"

"That depends." Everyone turns to look at Deaton, leaning against a door frame. "Your friend, Jackson. Are we planning to kill him or save him?"

"Kill him."

"Save him."

Scott and Derek say this at the same time. They both glare at eachother, until Kennedy squeezes herself in between them. "As Jackson's ex girlfriend, Derek's cousin he owes a whole lot to, and Scott's former crush and best friend, I say this with total ruling." She links her arms with both boys. "We're saving him."

Deaton chuckles. "You're a clever one, Miss Stallard." Derek clenched his jaw at the name. Kennedy looks down for a moment, not sure if the name fit her anymore. The veterinarian leads the group into the next room. Deaton pulls out a tray of different supernatural herbs. Isaac reaches for one, when Kennedy and Derek slap his hand away at the same time.

"Watch what you touch." Derek scolded.

Isaac turned to Kennedy, who shrugged in agreement. Isaac glanced at Deaton. "So, what are you? Some kind of witch?" He asked. Isaac leaned on the table, watching him glance at a bottle.

Deaton glanced up, "No, I'm a veterinarian." He bluntly stated. Isaac furrowed a brow, but said nothing. "Unfortunately, I don't see anything here that's going to be an effective defense against a paralytic toxin."

"We're open to suggestions." Said Derek.

Isaac spoke up, "What about an effective offense?"

Derek shook his head. "We already tried. I nearly took its head off. And Argent emptied an entire clip into it. The thing just gets back up."

"Has it shown any weaknesses?"

"Well, one, it can't swim." Derek explained.

Deaton looked at Kennedy, knowing all about hers and Jackson's history. "Does that go for Jackson as well?" He asked her. Everyone looked at the brunette girl.

Kennedy shook her head. "Not at all. Jackson's the captain of the swim team." She explained. Derek frowned, wondering how his cousin went from someone so pathetic like Jackson, to someone more pathetic like Stiles. Jackson was at least athletic, rich, and the two of them made sense, especially now that they're both supernatural. But Kennedy and Stiles? A werewolf and a teenage boy? That sounded like hell waiting to happen.

Deaton spoke up, "Essentially, you're trying to catch two people." He explained. Deaton walked away, grabbing something from the drawer. He held up a small coin with intricate symbols "A puppet, and a puppeteer." Kennedy watched him place down the coin, confused. "One killed the husband, but the other had to take care of the wife. Do we know why?"

Scott shook his head slowly. "I don't think Jackson could do it." He said. He looked at Kennedy to help him out.

"Jackson's mom died pregnant too, and there's a possibility she was murdered." Kennedy explained, leaning on the table. " He couldn't, at least willingly, let the same thing happen to someone else."

"How do you know it's not part of the rules?" Isaac blurted. Kennedy glanced at Isaac in curiosity. "The kanima kills murderers. If Jackson kills the wife, then the baby dies too."

Scott quirked a brow. "Does that mean your father was a murderer?" He inquired. Kennedy looked down in thought.

"Wouldn't surprise me if he was." Isaac mumbled.

Deaton spoke up. "Hold on. The book says they're bonded, right?" Derek and Kennedy nod, both of them having read Sloanes book on the supernatural at young ages. "What if the fear of water isn't coming from Jackson, but from the person controlling him?" Deaton looks down, picking up a bottle with black dust. "What if something that affects the kanima also affects its master?" Deaton circles the coin in the black dust, and Kennedy realizes its mountain ash.

"Meaning what?" Asks Isaac.

"Meaning we can catch them." Says Scott, looking up in optimism. "Both of them."

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Kennedy stands outside of Derek's car in the parking lot of the Vet Clinic. "Why wouldn't you let me go with Scott?" She asked her cousin, looking over at him in confusion.

"Because I needed to talk to you. About our family."

Kennedy clicked her tongue. "Oh! You mean our family that was burned alive by your werewolf hunting girlfriend? Or are you talking about Laura, who my dad murdered? Or even better, my dad who I'm pretty sure you murdered." She said with a sarcastic smile.

Derek scoffs. "Do you realize I did you a favor?" He snapped. "What do you think would have happened if I didn't kill him? You would have had to, Kennedy!" The teenage girl narrows her eyes. "Peter would have had you kill him, and you would have to live with the fact you killed your dad!" Kennedy crossed her arms, letting the fact sit in. "If me saving you from that trauma means you hate me, then hate me, Kennedy."

The brunette girl looks down at her feet, tears rolling down her cheeks as she's flooded with memories again. Memories she had been forced to forget, memories that still seemed to be fogged. Every little moment she had with Peter, now over casted by the vivid sight of her father's throat slashed. Derek stared at the young girl as she looked up at him. At the end of the day, as much as Kennedy hated it, Derek was the only family she had left. Was shunning him really worth it? Choking on a sob, Kennedy breaks down in tears. Everything the brunette had suppressed, was now coming out. Derek quickly stepped forward, wrapping the young girl in his arms. Kennedy clenched onto him, crying into his green shirt.

She was broken, just like every other Hale.

༺❀༻

Kennedy climbed out of the Jeep with Scott and Stiles. "There's got to be some other way to get tickets, right?" Scott asked. The two boys were trying to find tickets so they could easily get into the rave to trap Jackson, and likely, the person controlling him.

"It's a secret show. There's only one way, and it's a secret." Stiles explained.

Matt jogged over. "Hey, Kennedy!" He said with a smile. Stiles narrowed his eyes in distaste as Kennedy turned to look back at him. "Either of you guys know why no one's getting suspended after what happened the other day at school?"

Stiles waved the boy off. "Just forget about it. Nobody got hurt." He said. Matt frowned.

"I had a concussion."

Kennedy turned to look at Stiles, who shrugged sheepishly. "Well, nobody got seriously hurt." He defended.

"I was in the E.R. for six hours." Matt argued.

Stiles shook his head. "Hey, do you want to know the truth, Matt? Your little bump on the head is about this high on our list of problems right now." Stiles throws his hand to the ground, glaring at Matt.

Kennedy rolled her eyes playfully. Scott turned to Matt. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine now." Matt said, sending Stiles a weird look as the Stilinski grabbed onto Kennedy's backpack. "So you didn't get any tickets last night either"

Scott shook his head. "Are they still selling?"

Matt adjusted his bag. "No, but I managed to find two online for Ken & I."

Stiles paused, moving Kennedy to the side to look at Matt closer. "What? What do you mean Ken and I?" He asked. Kennedy's eyes were wide as she looked at Matt.

"Kennedy and I are going to the rave," Matt said with a smile. He looked at Kennedy, grabbing her hand as he tugged the brunette to his side, and away from Stiles. "Together." Stiles's jaw hung open in horror and shock as Kennedy smiled awkwardly.

"As friends." Kennedy followed.

Matt seemed to ignore this. "You two should keep trying. Sounds like everyone's gonna be there." Matt patted the girls shoulder, "I'll see you later, Ken."

The three friends watched as he walked away. Stiles spun towards the brunette. "You're going with him!?" He hissed.

Kennedy rose her hands. "In my defense, I accidentally said yes while Allison and I were trying to find Jackson." She said. Stiles opens his mouth to say something, but Scott stops.

"This is a good thing!" He said finally. Stiles looked at Scott in confusion. "It means Kennedy already has a way in, now we just need to get tickets." The teen wolf explained. Stiles slouched, knowing Scott was technically right, as much as he didn't like it.

"I don't like him." Stiles muttered. "Hey, are you sure about this?"

Scott looked over. "Last time, whoever's controlling Jackson had to kill somebody because he didn't finish the job, so what do you think he's going to do this time?" He asked the human boy.

Stiles shrugged, "Be there to make sure it happens." He answered. The three of them begin to walk, and Stiles looks at the girl to his side. "Are you sure you want to go? You could cancel, tell him you have chicken pox." He rambled.

Kennedy sighed, linking arms with Stiles. "Are you jealous, Stilinski?" She asked with a smile. Stiles's eyes widen like saucers. Scott chuckles, covering his mouth with his hand. Kennedy brought Stiles's arm up to her shoulder, letting it hang around her. However, she kept her fingers linked with his.

"No," Stiles stuttered out. Scott smiled cheekily as he looked between the two.

Kennedy smiled at Stiles, "Good." She hummed, the trio walking again.

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"Danny, tell Jackson no missing practice this close to the championships, okay?"

Danny looks up at Coach Finstock. "Sure, Coach."

"That goes for all of you." Coach said. The door swung open, and Kennedy Stallard came prancing in. "Stallard! What the hell are you doing here?"

Kennedy rose a brow, smiling. "You told me that if I wanted to be the team manager I had to come in here to speak to you." She answered shortly. Coach looked down in thought, remembering the conversation. He opens his mouth to say more, but Kennedy stops him. "I haven't seen Jackson."

As Coach walks into his office, Kennedy walks over to Scott, Stiles, and Danny. Kennedy weaves behind Stiles, looking at Isaac.

Isaac kneeled down, "You know, I could go to that Matt kid, steal his tickets, and you could go with me instead." The Lahey said in her ear. Kennedy's cheeks turn pink as she realizes Isaac was flirting.

"You do realize I'm the one that kicked your ass at Scott's house, right?" Kennedy asked, turning around to look at him. The werewolf boy towered over her. And now, the both of them in the same pack, with werewolf hormones, sexual tension was inevitable.

Even if she was completely in love with Stiles.

The Lahey smirked, causing Kennedy to gulp. "I remember." He said, leaning on the locker by her head. "And like I told you during the lab, you're hot when you're angry."

Kennedy gives him a devilish look, but before she can say anything, Scott grabs her by her shoulders, dragging her back to him and Stiles. "Sorry, but I only got two myself." Danny said, talking about the tickets for the rave.

"What, do you even have a date, yet?" Stiles asked Danny.

Danny looked up in defeat, "I'm working on it." He shrugged sheepishly.

Stiles shook his head, kneeling down. "Hear me out. You give us the tickets, and you devote your life to abstinence and just-" Stiles is cut off when Isaac grabs him and Scott, almost lifting them off the ground. Kennedy turns around as Danny scurries off.

"How do you two losers even survive?" Isaac asked in annoyance.

Stiles scoffs in offense. Scott shrugged, "What are we supposed to do? No one's even selling." Isaac looks up, seeing another player hand someone a ticket. Isaac winks at Kennedy, "Wait here, boys." He said. Kennedy stood in between Scott and Stiles.

"What is he gonna-?" Scott stops when Isaac begins to agressively beat up the boy. The two jump, wincing in sympathy.

"Ow. Oh, my-" Stiles jumps, the sound of lockers loud. "That's excessive." Kennedy smiles innocently as Isaac throws the boy into the locker. " That'll bruise."

Kennedy sighs, "Would Derek be mad if I went out with Isaac instead of Matt?" She said softly.

Stiles opened his mouth to protest, but stops when Isaac comes over with two tickets. "Enjoy the show." Isaac looks at Kennedy, "So, taking me up on my offer?" He asks the brunette. Stiles looks between the two. Kennedy going to the rave with Isaac, or Matt.

"No, no she isn't." Stiles blurted.

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"I didn't agree to this."

Derek stood in Kennedy's room at Scott's house after sneaking in through the window. He glared at his cousin as she finished her makeup for the evening. She was going on a date with the human boy. Kennedy turns her head. "It's one date, and at least its Matt and not someone like, I don't know, a hunter."

"How I ban you from dating entirely?" Derek asked with a glare.

Kennedy sighed, standing up. "Derek, you know that I don't actually like Matt, right?" She asked with a sarcastic grin.

"What about Stiles?" Kennedy paused, looking at Derek after his question. She pressed her lips into a line. "Exactly." He argued. "And if Matt tries anything, Isaac has full permission to kill him."

"Can he kill me instead?" She asked with a fake smile. "Does Isaac really need to give me a ride? I thought he was going with Erica."

Derek shook his head. "Erica's with me and Boyd. Isaac is watching you the entire night, and you are watching for Jackson." He told his cousin. Kennedy sighed, "Bye, Kenny."

"Bye, sour wolf."

Later, Isaac and Kennedy walk into the party together. "So, where's Matt?" Isaac asked her. Kennedy shrugged, the two of them looking around the crowd. Isaac grabbed her hand, tugging Kennedy into the people. Kennedy squealed as Isaac spun her around. "If you're gonna find him in the middle of a rave, let's rave."

Scott watched from a far as his best friend danced with the Lahey. As much as he hated Isaac, he was thankful Isaac was willing to help her. However, Scott quickly became angry as he saw Allison, walking down the dance floor with Matt. Kennedy sees this, slowing their dancing in surprise. Kennedy knew Allison was coming, but what Kennedy didn't know was how Matt fit in with this. Isaac saw this, narrowing his eyes.

"I'll eat him." Isaac offered.

Kennedy shook her head, upset Matt replaced her with her best friend. "I don't want to look at him." She narrowed her eyes in annoyance. Matt looked at her, his eyes widening when he realized she saw him. Allison excused herself to go find Scott, leaving him alone. Isaac kept dancing with Kennedy, his mind going quickly. Matt started walking over, and Isaac grabbed Kennedy by her shoulders, spinning her face towards his. Matt stops in his tracks as Isaac smashes his lips on the Stallards. Kennedy pauses, shocked. Isaac grabs her hips, signaling her to play along. Kennedy quickly obliges, her eyes fluttering shut as she looped her arms around Isaac's neck. The duo danced in sync as Isaac's lips trailed down her jaw. She gasped in surprise, her blue eyes connecting with Matt's. The human boy snarled, spinning away in anger.

Isaac kissed behind her ear. "Is he gone?" He asked, his voice husky. Kennedy shuddered, not having a moment this intense since, well, Stiles.

"Yeah," She said softly. "He's gone." She looked over the crowd to see Scott waving her and Isaac over, seemingly not noticing how intimate they were.

The three werewolves unite at a pillar in the back of the crowd. Scott wanted Isaac to be the one to inject Jackson. "Why me?"

Scott looked at him, "Because I got to make sure that Argent doesn't completely ruin the plan." He explained. Kennedy was angry, Allison had told her family everything, not warning Scott. "Okay, look, you better do it intravenously which means in the vein. When you find him, you pull back on this plunger right here. In the neck probably is going to be the easiest." Scott instructed, "So you find a vein, you jam it in there, and pull back on the trigger. Be careful."

Isaac chuckled. "Oh, I doubt it'll even slightly hurt him." He waved him off.

"No, I mean you." Scott said. Kennedy and Isaac look over at Scott. "I don't want you to get hurt."

༺❀༻

Jackson, or rather, possessed Jackson, narrowed his eyes as he walked down the crowd. Kennedy and Isaac saw him, the two springing into action. "Jackson!" Kennedy called, causing him to look over. She swung in front of him, blocking his view of the woman he was after. "Dance with us." She said with a seductive smile. Jackson's eyes trailed all over her as Isaac came up behind her. Kennedy leaned in, kissing along Jackson's neck. He groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly, before lowering downwards. She leaned her head back, letting her head rest on Isaac's chest. The three of them danced together. Jackson's hands roughly all over Kennedy as she kept him distracted. Isaac slowly pulled out the injection, while Kennedy leaned her forehead on Jacksons.

Suddenly, Jacksons claws reach into Isaac and Kennedy, the two shouting in pain. Kennedy gasps as she looks down. "He belongs to me." Jackson growls, his voice not really sounding like his own. Kennedy realizes then, that it wasn't Jackson talking, but whoever was controlling him. Isaac and Kennedy fall to the ground, gasping in pain as Isaac drops the injection.

Kennedy breathes heavily as she looks around, trying to piece her own brain together. "Isaac," She grimaced, grabbing his arm. Isaac stumbles to his feet, grabbing the injection off the floor. Isaac stabs Jackson's neck. causing him to fall backwards. Kennedy looks up, her vision blurring once again. Isaac rushes over, helping her up. "Hey, Erica's on her way. Come on,"

Minutes later, Stiles walks into a cold metal room, seeing Erica, Isaac, and Kennedy. "He okay?" He asked as he looked at Jackson who was tied up in a chair. Kennedy had healed, looking better than minutes earlier.

Isaac shrugged. "Well, let's find out." He whipped out his arm, his claws retracting from his fingertips. He raises his arm, going to slash Jackson. Suddenly, Jackson grabs Isaac, twisting his arm slowly. Kennedy, who leans on the wall, grimaces at the sound of crunching. Jackson releases Isaac, who comes back to her side groaning.

"Okay, no one does anything like that again, okay?" Said Stiles. Kennedy looked at Isaac's arm in worry.

Isaac looked up, "I thought the ketamine was supposed to put him out."

"Yeah, well, apparently this is all we're going to get." Stiles snapped.

Kennedy stood up, "Isaac, give me your hand." She said. Isaac frowned, but walked towards her. She softly placed her palms on his arm. Like with Erica, Stiles watched as black vein like shapes came up her arms. Kennedy leaned her head back, eyes screwing shut.

"Let's just hope that whoever's controlling him just decided to show up tonight." Stiles said, looking back at Erica.

Suddenly, Jackson spoke. "I'm here. I'm right here with you." He growled out.

Kennedy let go of Isaac, looking over. "This is promising." She said sarcastically. She looked over, "Jackson, is that you?"

"Us." Jackson said lowly. "We're all here."

Stiles looked at Kennedy. He kneeled down. "Are you the one killing people?"

"We are the ones killing murderers."

Kennedy looked down, "So all the people you've killed so far-"

"Deserved it." Snapped Jackson.

Kennedy scoffed, "Sloane Valet's bestiary says otherwise." She said, "It says you only go after murderers." The girl snapped

Jackson spoke again. "Anything can break if enough pressure's applied." He pointed out.

Stiles quirked a brow. "All right, so the people you're killing are all murderers then?"

"All." Jackson began. Kennedy glanced at Stiles, then Isaac and Erica. "Each. Every one."

Kennedy shook her head, "Who did they murder?" She asked.

Jackson was silent for a moment. Kennedy stood up, walking towards the back of the room. "Me."

The Stallard turned back slowly, frowning. "What do you mean?"

"They murdered me." He answered. Isaac slowly stood, him and Erica watching as Stiles looked back at them. Stiles glanced at Kennedy, but her eyes were on Jackson. Stiles snapped his head back, seeing Jackson slowly turn towards him, his eyes, like the kanimas. "They murdered me."

Stiles backed up nervously. "Okay, all right. More ketamine. The man needs ketamine."

Isaac spoke up. "We don't have any more."

Stiles looked over, seeing the empty bottle in Isaac's hand. "You used the whole bottle?" He asked. Erica grabbed Stiles's shoulder, all of them looking at Jackson. His face was slowly scaling, and then he let out a loud roar. "Um," Jackson's head shook rapidly. "Okay, out, everybody out."

"Don't need to tell me twice." Kennedy said before pushing open the door. The four teens run out, pushing themselves against it. "Okay, find something to move in front of the door." Suddenly, a kanima'd out Jackson comes running out of the metal wall. Kennedy's mouth hangs open in shock. "Never mind."

༺❀༻

Derek walks along the line of Mountain Ash as Stiles comes out. "Hey, um, so we kind of lost Jackson inside, but it's-" He stops when Erica and Isaac come outside, Kennedy close behind. The Stallard girl looks down, Isaac and Erica looking at each other in worry. "Oh, my God. It's working. Oh, this is," Stiles fist pumps the air, looking at Derek. "I did something."

Kennedy looks at Stiles with a smile, proud of him. However, she stops when a howl fills her ears. Her and Derek look in the same direction. "Scott," She says, walking towards the door.

Isaac grabs her. "Ken, no, Jackson's still in there."

"And so is Scott! I have to help him!" Kennedy argues.

She goes to walk away, but Isaac grabs her wrist. "Is McCall really worth dying for?" He asked.

Kennedy looked at the Lahey. "Yeah, yeah he is." She says lowly. Pushing Isaac away, she walked closer to Derek and Stiles. "It's Scott, isn't it?" She asked her cousin and alpha.

"What?" Stiles asks in confusion, looking between them both. Derek nods, looking at the ash.

"Break it." Says Derek.

"What? No way." Stiles argues.

Kennedy shakes her head, "Stiles, let him in, Scott's dying!" She pleads.

Stiles pauses, looking at Kennedy. "Okay, what? How do you know that?"

"Oh, my God, Stiles, we just know!" Derek snaps, impatient. "Break it!" The human boy curses under his breath, kneeling down to wipe away the ash. Derek walks over, him and Kennedy going back inside. Stiles watches the girl he love disappear from sight.

Kennedy follows Derek closely. "What direction was it from?" She asked.

Derek turned his head. "This way. Come on." He said. The two go walking down another hall. "So, everyones still calling you Kennedy Stallard." He points out.

"Is this really the time? We should really be more focussed on saving Scott." The girl argued. They stopped at a door, and Derek paused. "What?"

"I'm going in first." Derek told her.

Kennedy scoffed. "Derek, I need to get my friend." She argued.

The alpha Hale nods. "Which is why I'm going in and fighting whoever's inside, you get Scott." He explained. Kennedy sighed, nodding slowly. Derek swung open the door, walking in. Kennedy gasps as Victoria Argent comes from behind, stabbing Kennedy's cousin in the back. The two begin to fight and Kennedy rushes to Scott.

"Scotty, hey, I'm here." Kennedy said, the scent of wolfsbane hitting her quickly.

Scott McCall turned his head, "Kenny," He groaned. Kennedy grabbed him, pulling him up as best as she could. She hear's Derek growl, him and Victoria struggling. She looks over to him bite Victoria. The Argent shoves him backwards. Kennedy's eyes widen as Derek falls back, landing next to her. Kennedy looks at her cousin, who gets up with ease. However, when they look back, Victoria's already gone.

Kennedy looks at her cousin. "We have to get him out of here." She said shortly, not really worried about Victoria in this moment. Derek nodded slowly, grabbing onto Scott.

Kennedy knew that things were changing. Just how much? She didn't know. What she did know, is that she'd do anything to protect Stiles, to protect Scott, to protect Derek, even to protect Isaac and Erica. Even if it meant hurting someone she loved.