"ARE YOU GOING TO TELL ME WHERE YOU GOT THOSE CUTS?" Lilian Carter asked her daughter while she passed her a coffee. The remnants of Derek's nail marks were on Wren's neck, and she had kind of completely forgotten about them with everything that had happened.

Wren shrugged, playing it off. "I was just scratching a bug bite too hard and ended up breaking skin." Lilian looked like she didn't quite believe her, but she just nodded.

"Scott's here," she informed her once there was a knock at the door.

"Thanks, Mom. I couldn't figure that out myself," Wren replied sarcastically, and her mother rolled her eyes at her. She grabbed her bag and her coffee and headed out the door to see Scott waiting for her. "Hey."

He smiled. He had offered to walk her to school since he didn't really like the idea of her being alone after everything that went down in the pool when he couldn't get to her. "Shall we?"

"We shall," she answered, and they walked while he explained everything that had happened on his side of things recently.

Finally, they reached the school and their classroom. Once they walked in the door, Wren was all caught up, but shocking for both of them was waiting for them in the seat next to the blonde's.

Isaac Lahey.

"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" she asked Scott to confirm that she wasn't going crazy and that he was actually there — in the classroom.

"Are you seeing Isaac in our class?" he countered, still frozen in surprise as they stared at the blonde boy seated in front of them, and when she nodded, so did he. "Then yes, I am."

Seeming to have sensed their staring or heard their conversation, Isaac turned in his chair to smirk at the pair who had just realized that they were blocking the door and moved to take their seats.

Not a minute after they sat down, Stiles came frantically running into the room and sat in the seat behind Scott so that they were all in a line. He announced, "Guys, I just talked to my dad, who just talked to Jackson, and I've got really terrible, horrible, very, very bad news."

"We think we already know."

They all turned to the Lahey boy whose face held a smug smile. The trio stared at him with worried expressions, knowing that him being there could be anything but good.

《❀》

"I ONLY FOUND ONCE THING ONLINE CALLED THE KANIMA," Stiles informed Scott and Wren as they walked out of class. He had been up all night doing research, and yet, he was still the most energetic out of both of them. "It's a were-jaguar from South America that goes after murderers."

"That thing was not a jaguar," Scott told him, as if it weren't already obvious. Both of his two best friends had gotten a very close glimpse at the thing less than twelve hours before.

Wren nodded along with him. "It was more lizard-like than anything else."

"Yeah, and we're not exactly murderers," Stiles pointed out what was probably the most important part of the story.

"No," the blonde said after a moment of thinking, trying to come up with an explanation as to why the Kanima was at the pool that night. "But Derek is. Maybe it was coming after him, and we simply got in the way."

Scott shot her an impressed look before adding, "And you did see it kill somebody, which might be why it tried to kill you. And it's still trying to kill you, and it probably won't stop until you're dead."

"Well, that was dark," Wren muttered as her and Stiles paused a moment, allowing the McCall boy to walk ahead as they stared at him in disbelief.

Stiles sighed before following after him, the Carter girl trailing behind. "You know, I'm really starting to question this 'friendship.'"

As they sat down for their next class — they had a surprising amount together — Jackson, who seemed pretty angry, took the seat behind them and whispered "Hey, testicle left and right. And Wren."

"Alway a pleasure, Whittemore," the blonde muttered as Stiles and Scott looked up in annoyance.

Before any of them could say anything, however, the asshole had asked a question that shocked all of them. "What the hell is a Kanima?" How did he know what they had been talking about?

"Alright, listen up," Coach announced, throwing a book down on his desk and interrupting their conversation, but the three friends turned in their seats to stare at Jackson in disbelief. "A quick warning before we begin our review. Some of you, like McCall, might want to start their own study groups because tomorrow's midterm is so profoundly difficult...I'm not even too sure I could pass it. Okay, I need a volunteer at the board to answer the first question. Who's got it? Come on, let's go, buddy."

"Paralyzed from the neck down. Do you have any idea what that feels like?" Jackson finished telling them how he had been kidnapped by Derek's betas and forced to consume the Kanima venom.

Stiles glanced at Wren and Scott, for he had experienced the feeling at the Auto Shop. "I'm familiar with the sensation."

"Wait," Scott paused with a confused look as the Whittemore shot the Stilinski a look. "Why would Derek test you? Why would he think that it's you?"

"How should I know?" Jackson quizzed.

Wren, who saw Coach approaching, leaned back in her seat and pretended to be paying attention to the people at the board, but Stiles, on the other hand, had stuck his head into the isle to ask, "Wait, do they think it's Lydia?"

"I don't know," the rich boy explained, and the blonde girl had to stop herself from laughing as the teacher stared back at him. "All I heard was her name and something about chemistry."

"Jackson! Do you have something you wanna share with the rest of the class?" Coach yelled, grabbing the attention of all of the student and causing the three boys' heads to whip toward him.

Hesitating, Jackson replied, "Um...Just an undying admiration for my coach."

"Smooth," Wren muttered from her seat which resulted in the Whittemore shooting her a glare.

"That's really kind of you," Finstock mused with a small, fake smile as Jackson nodded smugly. "Now shut up! Shut it! Anybody else?"

When several people shook their heads, he turned back and walked to the board to check on the people answering the questions. Scott grabbed Stiles' collar pulled him closer while motioning for Wren to lean in. "How do we know it's not her?"

"Because I looked into the eyes of that thing, okay? And what I saw was pure evil. And when I look into Lydia's eyes, I only see 50% evil." He looked back down at his textbook before changing his mind. "Alright, maybe 60. You know, but no more than 40 on a good day."

"Stiles, that's not a very good argument," the McCall boy told him, and the blonde shook her head at the Stilinski.

The sheriff's son sighed, banging his head on the desk. "I'm aware of that, but I swear it's not her. It can't be, alright? Lydia's fine."

"Lydia," Coach called just as they finished talking. Their heads shot up to see Lydia, frozen at the board with tears in her eyes and a piece of chalk in her hand. She gasped, looking back and forth. "Okay, then. Anybody else wanna try answering? This time in English?"

The students laughed, and Wren's eyes flickered to the board where the strawberry blonde had written 'Someone help me' backwards all over it. Scott turned to Stiles. "What is that, Greek?" The Carter girl looked at him in disbelief. It was obviously backwards.

"No, actually, I think it is English," the Stilinski told them, holding his phone out and flipping the photo so that the words were written clearly.

"How could you idiots not tell that it was backwards?"

《❀》

"DEREK IS NOT GOING TO KILL HER WITHOUT PROOF," Scott pointed out to them as they walked into chemistry. Lydia was sitting at a table in the front of the room.

"Alright, so he tests her like he did with Jackson, right?" Stiles pointed out, and Wren nodded. That was the best way to test if she was the Kanima. "But when and where?"

Scott sighed but paused when he saw Isaac and Erica step into the room with smirks on their faces. "I think here and now."

When the pair at the back tried to make advances toward Lydia, Wren quickly sat down next to the girl, and Scott and Stiles took the table next to it, leaving the betas to the one behind the girls.

When Allison came in, she looked questioningly at Wren, seeing that she was really tense. The blonde gestured to the two people behind her, and the hunter nodded.

"Einstein once said, 'Two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the universe.' I myself have encountered infinite stupidity," said Mr. Harris, and when he said the last sentence, he pat Stiles' shoulder, causing Wren to snicker silently. "So to combat the plague of ignorance in my class, you're going to combine efforts through a round of group experiments. Let's see if two heads are better than one. Or, in Mr. Stilinski's case, less than one. Erica, you take the first station. You'll start with..."

When every single boy — and some girls — in the room except for Scott, Stiles, Isaac, and Danny raised their hands, the teacher rolled his eyes. "I didn't ask for volunteers. Put your hormonal little hands down. Start with Mr. McCall. Alright, next two."

As luck would have it, Wren was placed with Isaac. She began on the assignment as he sat down in the seat next to her. He greeted, "We meet again."

"Why are you doing this?" Wren questioned, getting past the pleasantries but not turning her head to look at him. She simply continued to work on the experiment.

"Well, your table was pretty close," he replied with a small smirk, "And I was feeling kind of lazy."

She rolled her eyes. "You know, I thought we were friends." She glanced up, and her eyes landed on Erica clearly flirting with Scott, trying to get a rise out of Allison, and the blonde girl's blood started to boil. She turned her attention back to the conversation she was in to stop herself from freaking out.

"We are," he answered, and he seemed almost surprised that she thought otherwise, as if he hadn't tried to kill Scott and lead her to her death.

"Then why don't you give a crap about me?" She sounded pathetic, and she knew that. But she had trusted him and thought they were friends, and then, he had gone and sided with Derek. Sparing him a glance, she clarified, "And why are you trying to hurt Lydia?"

"It's just an experiment,"Isaac told her with a shrug, completely ignoring the first question before gesturing around the room. "We are in science after all."

"And may I ask you what you guys are planning to do when she keels over in the middle of class?" she asked, finally turning her attention to him.

He shrugged. "That's not exactly my problem, is it?" Then, he got up and left, moving onto the next table. She pursed her lips frustratedly and just looked down at her lap until he was replaced by Danny.

"So, what's new with you, Danny?" she asked, getting her mind off Isaac.

He glanced around to see if anyone was listening before leaning. "I'm not supposed to be telling you this, but Jackson's been filming himself in bed."

"Ew," she exclaimed in disgust, covering her ears so that she didn't have to hear anymore. That was not what she wanted to know when she asked that.

"No, no, no. Not like that," he assured her with wide eyes and a laugh. "The other day, he took a video of himself while he was sleeping, and when he looked at the footage, nothing had happened. So, we got the guy who lent him the camera to take a look at it, and he found this point where the video looped. There was two hours of footage missing. Jackson was so mad, which makes me wonder what happened during those two hours that he expecting to see. I found a way to recover it, though. I'm doing it next period."

Wren's eyes widened at that news. Why would Jackson be filming himself sleep, especially on a full moon? That was a little suspicious. She raised her eyebrows at her friend. "Really?"

"Yep," he nodded as Harris rung the bell and informed them that their time was up and they had one more rotation left. The Mahealani boy finished what he was doing on their station before standing up and moving on to the next one.

Her next partner was some random girl, and she smiled at her until she noticed that both Scott and Stiles were sitting at a table near them. Her head whipped to where Lydia was to see Isaac climbing into the seat next to her.

Stiles tried to get up, but their teacher swung a yardstick at him that barely missed his hand. "If you're trying to test my patience, Mr. Stilinski, I guarantee it'll be a failing grade."

"Time," called Harris. Wren and her partner had been working silently, but the blonde's mind was somewhere else. She kept glancing to Lydia and Isaac to make sure that he wasn't trying to pull anything. Her gaze sometimes wandered to Allison and Erica who were sitting together, and it looked like something that the blonde was saying was really bothering Allison. "If you've catalyzed the reaction correctly, you should now be looking at a crystal. Now, for the last part of the experiment — I'm sure you'll all enjoy — you can eat it."

The Carter girl looked to Stiles and Scott who had a yellow blob in their beaker before turning back to her partner. The girl had split the crystal and was now offering half to Wren. She smiled in gratitude, taking the piece and sticking it in her mouth. It was sweet. Her smile fell when she noticed the thick liquid dripping from the crystal that Lydia was about to put in her mouth.

"Lydia," Scott yelled, standing up in an attempt to stop her, and she paused.

At the outburst, the whole class stared at him in confusion as he sat down, and Lydia raised her eyebrows at him. "What?"

"Nothing," he muttered, and they all watched as she bit off a chunk of the crystal. Nothing happened. They waited for about thirty seconds silently, but nothing happened. Wren's jaw dropped in shock.

It was Lydia.