Devoted ║ Liam Dunbar

║Chapter 37║

''Hey Deaton, how the hell did she get through the mountain ash?!'' Stiles panicked out. ''I dunno.'' Deaton quickly responded. ''It's a barrier no supernatural creature should be able to cross.''

''Scott did it!'' Stiles spoke. ''Once!'' Scott was quick to jump to his defense. But it almost killed me.''

''We should have killed her!'' Malia seethed through her teeth. ''I agree.'' I panicked, ''meanwhile, she's probably on her way to kill someone else.''

''Listen! Everyone, we need to concentrate.''

''Scott, Malia and Jenna you'll probably be able to move long before Stiles and I can, but you need to focus.'' Deaton spoke as I gritted my teeth together, trying to move at least one of my fingers.

I put all my effort into focusing on healing, squeezing my eyes shut as I was fustratingly imagining my nails turning into claws. I pictured it so much that I felt the tip of my fingers moving.

''Guys!'' I gasped out, moving them more clearly before ever so slowly easing movement up to the rest of my body. I was fully transformed in werewolf form, a bubble of anger emerging from me I didn't know I had. ''Jenna- keep going.'' Scott spoke out as I gasped out, breathing heavily as it was slightly painful at first as I eased onto my feat, taking a couple seconds to breath.

''I'm going after her.'' I snarled out. ''What- Jenna no, don't do this- wait for us!'' Stiles yelled out, the other's trying to protest but I just turned to face Stiles before rushing through the broken mountain ash, ''Jenna!!'' He yelled out again, ''there's no time!'' I panted out, taking a hint of Tracy's scent, ''Just wait!'' My brother spluttered out. ''She's not a werewolf!''
''But she has a scent! I can trace it.'' I regained balance, my claws scraping on the metal of the bed.

''Jenna-'' Scott breathed out as I turned to see his head facing away from me, for a minute I thought he was going to protest against me going.

''Go save her.'' He then instructed as I nodded breathing out, realising that was stupid because he couldn't actually see me. Hopping over Stiles's body I wobbly rushed out of the broken mountain ash, feeling a slight wave of dizinness hit me before it faded, my skin coming in contact with the cold air of outside.

Her scent was very strong, my pace picked up as it set me off in the right direction, following it down the streets, beginning to run faster and faster by each second. Approaching where it was the strongest, I came outside the Sheriff's department, my stomach dropping as I panted out, my eyes landed on deputies slumped over their desks, ''dad.'' I gasped out seeing him laid on the floor.

''I-i'm alright.'' He panted out as I placed a hand on his back. ''Your friends.. Be careful'' He managed to speak as I turned over to see Kira supporting a bleeding out Lydia. ''Go.'' Dad managed to speak as I stumbled over in shock, bending down next to her. Somebody burst through the door, scaring me causing me to growl but when I saw it was only Malia I breathed out in relief.

''Over here.'' I called out as she rushed over her eyes widening. ''Jenna.. Malia?'' Lydia squeaked out as I kneeled down next to her, placing my hand on hers. ''Lydia?'' Malia panicked as she heard me gasp, my other hand shaking over her bloody wound.

''It's fine- it's okay.'' She weakly spoke. Remembering something that Scott did, he took away mine and other peoples pain. Closing my eyes I tried to focus harder than ever, nothing seeming to work. ''I-i'm sorry.'' I stammered out. ''It's fine..'' Lydia gently responded. ''Don't get upset..'' Her voice was extremely frail making me even more determine. Trying again, I closed my eyes, inhaling before I felt a weird sensation, pain, coming through me. It seemed to make Lydia a little more calm, until I let go, Lydia looking at me looking extremely tired.

''Tracy-'' Lydia gasped out, ''she thinks she's still asleep- she-she thinks she's still dreaming.'' She strawberry-blonde told us as I turned over to Malia. ''But it's not it's a night terror.'' The wounded girl spoke out.

''I don't know what that-'' Malia began but was cut off by Lydia. ''She's not dreaming, she's still asleep, get her to understand.'' There was a second of silence between us as I turned up to an anxious looking Kira, then back to an equally as worried Malia, nodding gently and backing up.

''Jenna, Malia-'' My dad's voice made my heart shatter as I stood back up, walking over. ''Basement.'' He struggled out as my face dropped, ''they're in the basement.''

''They?'' Malia questioned. ''Tracy- and my mother..''

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Appearing in the basement, Malia's arm pressed against my shoulder as we came face to face with the Kanima, dragging a bleeding and limp Natalie Martin by the leg. 'Tracy' let out a growl, Malia and I edging forwards as my heart raced, adrenaline pumping through me.

Flashing her orange eyes towards us and dropping Natalie's leg, Malia and I both instinctively changed to our werewolf form. Deep, intimidating growls rolling from the back of our throats.

Before I knew it we were face to face, Tracy snatching my arm as it took me a second to respond, Malia ripping her off me as I pounced straight forwards again, pin locking Tracy's arms behind her back. She managed to spin around, kicking off the wall and landing a kick straight into Malia's stomach who grunted before rushing forwards, scraping her nails forwards, Tracy breaking free of my grip, throwing me backwards as I smacked my head against a wall, this only making me more angry as I flung forwards, Malia being attacked as I snatched Tracy's head, pulling it backwards and holding onto her back, Tracy stumbling backwards as I threw a punch across her head, she let out an odd sound, her body twitching as her arms flung around me, Malia jumping up and snatching Tracy by the neck.

Pulling her back onto the floor, my arm wrapped around her neck, Malia soon replacing it with her leg, pushing down harshly as I breathed out tiredly, feeling my nails return to normal and fangs to become blunt again.

Malia was still ontop of Tracy, her skin slowly turning to normal skin again, she struggled under her grip as I grabbed Malia's arm pulling her up to her feet. ''Malia- she's back..'' I gasped, Malia breathing harshly through her teeth and staring down to a petrified looking Tracy who began choking for air.

Slowly, the girl turned up to us, Malia pulling me away from the spluttering girl. ''Tracy? Tracy!'' I spoke, holding my hand out.

''No, no, no- look at me!'' I panicked walking forwards, ''you're not dreaming, alright Tracy.'' Malia also seemed to mimick my panic and nerves.

''This is real- all of this is real.'' I attempted to comfort the girl who was climbing back up to her feet, still frightened.

''What?'' Tracy quietly choked out. ''What's happening to me?'' She turned up to face us, guilt and horror filling her eyes.

Something odd caught my attention as a huge monster, which looked to be made of metal stuck a needle into her neck. ''Don-'' Malia attempted to move forwards put she was pinned against the wall, another of this creatures coming for her, then slamming my body into a wall.

I panted and gasped harshly, trying to fight this creature but it was impossible.

''Her condition is terminal.''

The metal monster was squeezing my head so tightly it was making me scream, Tracy was dropped to the floor, more silver liquid pouring out of her mouth before I fell down myself, completely exhausted and terrified at whatever I just witnessed. My head rested against the floor, the vibrations of the heavy metal men stomping away through the basement making my head shake in more pain, I just laid there waiting for myself to pass out or for somebody to come. But nothing happened.