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Stiles threw the vase, thinking that Isaac was distracted. He wasn't. He dodged it easily, walking up to Stiles and shoving him against the wall. The boy sunk to the floor, gripping a hand to the back of his head.

Isaac then focused in on me, stalking over and putting a hand on my arm. "You don't have to be with them. You don't have to be on the losing side."

Reaching my hand behind me, I grabbed onto the first things I could get my hands on.

"I can assure you, I'm not." Swinging my arm around, I threw what I had grabbed and smacked Isaac in the side if the head, with what ended up being a photo frame.

Sorry Melissa.

Isaac's smirk turned to a frown. But before he could do anything, Scott finally decided to show up.

He grabbed Isaac, who let go of me to try and defend himself. However, Isaac was yet to become as good as Scott at controlling his strength and such.

Scott managed to take him down within a minute. He then went and got Erica, who Allison had managed to paralyze.

He lifted and threw Derek's Betas out the door, their bodies thumping onto the grass. Scott, Stiles, Allison and I walked out and stood on the patio.

"I think I'm finally getting why you keep refusing me, Scott," Derek claimed, a smug look on his face.
"You're not an Omega. You're already an Alpha of your own pack."

I couldn't help but smile a little. We were like his pack; werewolves or not.

Derek smirked, lolling his head to the side. "But you know you can't beat me."

"I can hold you off until the cops get here," Scott said bluntly.

We could hear the sirens wailing in the distance, and the smirk was immediately wiped off of Derek's face.

Just when we thought the night was over, we heard a scattering sound on the roof. The four of us stepped out onto the grass and looked onto the roof.

The Kanima screeched before disappearing into the night.

"Allison, I thought you were watching her?" I asked the girl who was still holding the cross bow.

Allison huffed, "I got a little preoccupied with stopping Erica from killing her."

"Well, now she's gonna-"

"Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on?" Someone demanded.

We all turned around to see Lydia standing on the porch, looking pretty pissed off.

"Wait," I mumbled. "So if Lydia is here, that means . . ."

"It's Jackson," Scott finished.

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We all sat in complete silence as Allison drove us home. She pulled up out the front of Lydia's house and turned the car off, sighing.

Lydia would be expecting an explanation, and we didn't exactly take the time to come up with one. After all, we thought that she was the Kanima.

Allison turned to her, her mouth gaping like a fish as she tried to gather her words. "I need you to promise that you won't say anything about what just happened."

"I'll promise not to say anything about what just happened," Lydia replied quickly, "If you can tell me what the hell just happened."

She threw her hands up in frustration, looking repeatedly from Allison to me and then back again.

"Look, Lydia, this isn't something that's easy to explain," I sighed.

Allison nodded quickly, "It's kind of complicated."

Lydia shook her head slowly, "Well, how about you start with why Derek was there? Or where Jackson went, or what is wrong with Erica?"

Derek was there to kill you; Jackson turned into a Teenage Mutant Killer Lizard; and Erica is a egotistical, psycho werewolf.

That's what I would have said. If I wasn't afraid Lydia would petition to have me admitted to Eichen.

When neither Allison or I answered, Lydia spoke again. "Oh, do you need a minute to come up with a plausible lie?"

"Part of the reason why I'm asking is because Scott and I aren't supposed to be seeing each other, okay?" Allison spat out, desperation in her eyes.

It was true that they weren't supposed to be seeing each other. Hell, I was impressed they managed to keep it a secret as long as they did.

"So it's better if you just keep what you know to yourself," she finished, praying that Lydia would understand.

"Fine," Lydia almost growled. "I'll keep what I know about you and your boyfriend, which is nothing, to myself."

I decided to keep quiet, knowing that right now this wasn't about me.

"Hey," Allison called, grabbing the girl's arm. "He's not just my boyfriend. You get that, right?"

"Let me go," Lydia asked quietly, her face blank.

"Just for one second, please, try and remember . . ."

Lydia tried to pull her arm away, "Remember what?" She shouted.

"Remember what it feels like."

I watched Lydia, and her face remained blank, but her eyes looked sad.

Allison obviously didn't pick up on this, because when Lydia didn't answer she decided to elaborate.
"All of those times in school when you see him standing down the hall, and you cannot breathe until you're with him."

My mind immediately pictured Stiles - without my consent I must add. I saw him waiting for me after class, standing by my locker, smiling at me

"Or those times in class when you . . ." Allison continued, "You can't stop looking at the clock because you know that he's standing out there waiting for you. Don't you remember what that's like?"

The strawberry blonde shook her head sadly, gulping, "No."

"What do you mean, 'no'? You've had boyfriends."

"None like that."

The look on Lydia's face crushed me. I felt like if she didn't feel like she had to be so strong in front of everyone, she would be crying.

She got out of the car and went straight into her house without looking back. Allison dropped her head, biting her lip as she turned the key and restarted the car.

I quickly opened the back passenger door, climbed out of the car and shut it behind me, before climbing into the front seat. Allison drove away from Lydia's in the direction of her house, where we were planning to stay together.

"Well," Allison groaned. "That couldn't have gone any worse."

I looked over to her and gave her a sincere look. "Do you want my honest opinion?"

"I guess."

I bit my cheek, and then sighed, before speaking my mind. "I think you definitely could've handled that way better. For someone who's in a relationship, you'd think you would be able to pick up on emotions easier than that. Even I could tell how sad everything you were saying was making her."

Allison's jaw clenched as her hands tightened on the steering wheel. "You know what, Riley? I may not be able to pick up on emotions, but at least I can express and admit them," she snapped. "So until you do something about Stiles, don't you dare lecture me."

The car fell into a deafening silence, and the air around felt like it was growing heavier. I needed to get out of there.
"Stop the car," I ground out through gritted teeth.

Allison shook her head, "We're no where near your place or mine."

Clenching my fists, I raised my voice, "Stop the damn car, Allison."

She turned off to the side of the road, pulling over. Her breathing sounded labored as she turned to me. "Riley-"

"No," I cut her off, opening the door and getting out. Allison took a deep breath, color blooming in her cheeks once more. "Have a good night."

I leaned in and grabbed my bag, before slamming the door shut and beginning to walk along the side of the road. Allison waited a moment, probably to see if I would change my mind, I stood my ground and carried on.

She asked for my honest opinion and she got it; there was no need for any of what she said. The way I deal with my emotions for Stiles is my problem, and I'll deal with it. Maybe.

As I was walking, I received a text from Scott, saying that they were going after the Kanima. I replied, asking for an address so that I could meet with them.

As I waited, I called a cab, which was there quite faster than I thought it would. I gave the driver the address and we were off.

Considering I had no idea where we were going, you could only imagine how confused both the driver and I were when we pulled up out the front of Jungle, a local night club.

The driver looked me up and down, he knew I wasn't old enough to be here. Rolling my eyes, I paid him and got out.

Searching for a way in that wasn't the front door, I heard a clinking sound. Running around to the side alley, I saw a side door being pulled shut. I ran over to it, yanking it back open.

The person on the other side stared with wide eyes, and I did the same.
"Riley?" Stiles exclaimed.

"Stiles."
He was the last person I wanted to speak to after my talk with Allison. Although, what did I expect? Where there's Scott, there's Stiles.

We just stood there, until Scott told us both to get inside before someone saw us breaking in. The music boomed as we stepped into the room. My eyes traveled around the room, and all I could see, were guys. Not one female.

"Hey, everyone in here's a dude," Scott pointed out.

I gave him a pat on the back, "What a good observation, Scottie."

"I think we're in a gay club," he concluded with a nod.

I rolled my eyes, turning to see what Stiles was doing. To my amusement, he was surrounded by drag queens, who were stroking his face.
"Man, nothing gets past those keen werewolf sense, huh, Scott?"

I wanted to laugh, but I wasn't feeling very humorous.

After Danny left the bar, we walked up to grab a drink. The bartender gave me a strange look and I just shrugged. So I was in a gay bar, big deal. I considered ordering alcohol, but it didn't seem to work too well at the formal, so there was no point in wasting the money.

"I'll just have a Coke, thanks," I announced loudly over the music.

"Two beers," Stiles said with a smile, dropping his fist on the bar.

The bartender shifted his weight, "IDs?"

The boys both whipped their fakes out of their wallets, passing them to the bartender.
After his eyes scanned the cards, he looked up at the boys in disbelief with a grin. "How about two Cokes?"

"Rum and Coke?" Stiles elaborated. "Sure."

I smacked his arm, shaking my head.
The bartender didn't look too pleased either, the grin sliding off of his face.

"Coke's fine, actually. I'm driving anyway," Stiles said bobbing along to the music.

The bartender walked off, and a shirtless waiter took his place, taking our drinks off of a serving tray and handing them to us.
"That one's paid for," he smiled as he gave Scott his drink.

We all followed the bartender line of sight to a man sitting on the other side of the bar, raising his drink to say 'you're welcome'.

I gave Scott a congratulatory pat on the back, "Well, there's a first time for everything, even if it is at a gay bar."

He didn't say anything, just sort of giggled.
Stiles told him to shut up, picking his drink up and turning around to lean against the bar.

"I didn't say anything," Scott said, a stupid grin plastered on his face.

"Yeah, well, your face did."

We all searched the room, peering through the smoke from the smoke machines to find either hunter or prey.

"Hey, I found Danny," Stiles announced.

Scott was staring up at the roof, as he said in a low voice, "And I found Jackson."

To our luck, we spotted both.

"Shit," I mumbled.

We stood there watching Jackson, trying to decided how to proceed.

"Get Danny," Scott ordered, his eyes not leaving the Kanima.

I went to do what he said, but Stiles hung back for a moment. "What're you going to do?"

Scott uncurled his fist, his claws ripping free with a clicking sound.

"Works for me," he said, before walking ahead of me.

I followed close behind, trying not to get lost in the sea of people.

"Danny!" Stiles shouted, pushing his way through the crowd.

I got stuck behind some people, and I felt my throat begin to constrict, panic seeping in. The last thing I wanted was to get left behind in here.

Turning in a small circle, I tried to spot any of the boys, but to no avail. I could hear my heart beating over the music, drumming loudly in my ears. I didn't like being alone; not somewhere unfamiliar.

Especially with the Kanima on the loose.

The room seemed to get even more crowded as it quickly filled with smoke. I looked up, trying to figure out where it was all coming from, when I heard someone shout.

Peering over a few people, I noticed the dancing had ceased, and some people were dropping to the ground. It wasn't apart of their routine or anything, either; they were hitting the ground hard.
Jackson was coming for Danny.

"Stiles!" I shouted "Scott!"

Attempting to move again, I ended up being thrown to the ground, people kicking me as they rushed to escape.

My mind flashed back to the night of the full moon. The night Scott and I were trampled by multiple deer.

I felt something on the back of my neck, as I heard the Kanima screech. I reached one of my hands to the back of my neck as my legs crumpled beneath me.

I used one last breath to call out to the boys as I hit the floor. Unable to move, I lay there, eyes traveling the room. No sign of them.

I could hear sirens in the distance and people began to rush out of the room. Feet were traveling everywhere, and all I could do was follow them with my eyes.

One particular pair of feet stopped in front of me, and before I knew it, Stiles was kneeling in front of me.
"Not fun, is it?"

"This wasn't just a bit on the hand, Stiles. It cut my neck," I mumbled out. Even my mouth felt numb.

He leaned forward, moving my hair away from the back of my neck with his hand. The cool air caressed my skin as Stiles examined the cut.
"Yep, that's definitely a cut."

"No shit, Sherlock."

He pushed back so that I could see his face again, "Does that make you Watson?"

"Stiles," I said slowly. "I'm paralyzed, on the floor of a gay club, and I'm grounded. If you could find a way to get me home before my mother realizes I'm missing, that'd be great."

"Sure thing, Watson."

"I am not your side-kick."

He just shrugged, before putting his hands under my arms and pulling me to my feet. I couldn't walk, so he threw one of my arms behind his neck, and slowly dragged me out of the club.

Thankfully, I didn't seem to be too heavy for him, because he didn't drop me.

We went to the car park, where Scott was leaning beside Jackson.
"What do we do with him now?"

I tried to shrug, but couldn't, obviously.

Scott's eyebrows furrowed, "What happened?"

"Him," I muttered, annoyed that I couldn't give Jackson the finger. It wouldn't have done anything anyway, considering that he's unconscious, but it's the little things in life.

Stiles walked me over to the Jeep and sat me in the front seat. That's right, the front seat. For once, I didn't have to fight Scott for it. And I couldn't even enjoy it properly.

He took one more look at my neck, before whispering, "It's already starting to heal. Stay away from Scott if you don't want him to know still."

His finger trailed across the back of my neck, sending a slight shiver down my paralyzed spine, before he pulled my hair across to cover it. His hand stopped for a moment under my chin as he looked at me, before he rushed off to help Scott.

What was going on with him lately? He was acting weirder than me.

The boys laid Jackson down on the backseat and then Scott went to go and check on Danny, while Stiles got into the driver's seat and turned on the engine.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

I felt my face give a small smile. Stiles was right, I was healing already. And fast too.
"I've been better. But I've definitely been worse, so can't complain."

He nodded, "You scared me back in there. I turned around and you were gone. I thought something bad had happened."

His sentiment made my heart ache, his eyes focused on me.

We sat in silence, until the door opened and Scott got in.
"Couldn't get anything out of Danny."

"Okay," Stiles said, turning away from me. "Can we just get the hell out of here now before one of my dad's deputies sees me?"

"Or my mum realizes I'm not in my room where I'm supposed to be grounded," I added.

Stiles gave me a look, "Which is worse?"

"You've seen my mom angry. You don't wanna take that on, trust me. At least you could escape in your car last time."
His eyes widened at the mention of the night in his Jeep. When we almost kissed.

Scott sat there listening, silent and confused. "Right," he said slowly.

Stiles sighed, starting the engine of his car. He was about to drive, when the Sheriff himself pulled up in front of us.

"Too late," I announced in a sing-song voice. "We're so screwed."

"Oh, my God. Oh, my God," Stiles exclaimed. "Could this get any worse?" Jacked groaned loudly next to Scott, who almost jumped off of his seat.
"That was rhetorical!" Stiles shouted.

Scott slid over on the seat so that he was in front of Stiles, blocking the boy's view of Jackson. "Get rid of him."

"Get rid of him?" Stiles scoffed. "We're at a crime scene and he's the Sheriff."

Scott threw his hands up in the air, beginning to panic. "Do something."

Stiles copied Scott's erratic motions, before swinging the door open and climbing out.

Once he walked away, Scott looked to me. "Are you okay?"

"Well," I sighed. "I can't move any of my limbs, and that's not normal for me. But, I'm not dead; so, I'd say in between a yes and no on that one."

He pursed his lips, leaning between the seats, "What was that there with you and Stiles?"

"Nothing you need to worry about, Scottie," I replied bluntly.

He seemed taken aback, but didn't fight me any further on the matter.
Jackson had been on and off moaning while we had been talking, and Scott finally addressed the issue. "Jackson, be quiet."

The unconscious boy didn't seem to care, slowly sitting up. "What's happening?" He asked groggily.

"Jackson, I'm sorry," Scott assured him sincerely. "But . . ."

He then proceeded to punch the jock in the face, instantly knocking him unconscious again.

"Scott, the Sheriff," I said quickly.

Scott turned just in time for when the two Stilinskis glanced at the car. Scott waved and I smiled.

Sheriff Stilinski didn't look to happy.
Scott and I watched closely. Stiles started speaking, and the Sheriff's face began to soften. A moment later, and they were walking away from each other.

"Well, aren't you a good little liar?" I said as he got back in the car.

He didn't smile, unhappy about having to lie to his father again. He turned the key, started the engine and drove away from Jungle, silence blanketing the Jeep.