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INHERITANCE , teen wolf

By voidnovaa

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SLOWLY BEING REWRITTEN! People say we're products of our parents. that all of their good traits are passed on... More

inheritance
𝐒. wolf moon
𝐒𝐒. second chance at first line
𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 , pack mentality
𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 , magic bullet
π’‡π’Šπ’—π’† , the tell
π’”π’Šπ’™ , heart monitor
𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 , night school
π’†π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• , lunatic
π’π’Šπ’π’† , wolf's bane
𝒕𝒆𝒏 , co-captain
𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 , formality
π’•π’˜π’†π’π’—π’† , code breaker
π’•π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’†π’†π’ , omega
𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏 , shape shifted
π’‡π’Šπ’‡π’•π’†π’†π’ , ice pick
π’”π’Šπ’™π’•π’†π’†π’ , abomination
𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏 , venomous
π’†π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•π’†π’†π’ , frenemy
π’π’Šπ’π’†π’•π’†π’†π’ , restraint
π’•π’˜π’†π’π’•π’š , raving
π’•π’˜π’†π’π’•π’š 𝒐𝒏𝒆 , party guessed
π’•π’˜π’†π’π’•π’š π’•π’˜π’ , fury
π’•π’˜π’†π’π’•π’š 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 , battlefield
π’•π’˜π’†π’π’•π’š 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 , master plan
𝒂𝒄𝒕 π’•π’˜π’
π’•π’˜π’†π’π’•π’š π’‡π’Šπ’—π’† , tattoo
π’•π’˜π’†π’π’•π’š π’”π’Šπ’™ , chaos rising
π’•π’˜π’†π’π’•π’š 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 , fireflies
π’•π’˜π’†π’π’•π’š π’†π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• , unleashed
π’•π’˜π’†π’π’•π’š π’π’Šπ’π’† , frayed
π’•π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’š , motel california
π’•π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’š 𝒐𝒏𝒆 , currents
π’•π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’š π’•π’˜π’ , visionary
π’•π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’š 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 , the girl who knew too much
π’•π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’š 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 , the overlooked
π’•π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’š π’‡π’Šπ’—π’† , alpha pact
π’•π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’š π’”π’Šπ’™ , lunar ellipse
π’•π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’š 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 , anchors
π’•π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’š π’†π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• , more bad than good
π’•π’‰π’Šπ’“π’•π’š π’π’Šπ’π’† , galvanize
π’‡π’π’“π’•π’š , illuminated
π’‡π’π’“π’•π’š 𝒐𝒏𝒆 , silverfinger
π’‡π’π’“π’•π’š π’•π’˜π’ , riddled
π’‡π’π’“π’•π’š 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 , letharia vulpina
π’‡π’π’“π’•π’š 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 , echo house
π’‡π’π’“π’•π’š π’‡π’Šπ’—π’† , the fox and the wolf
π’‡π’π’“π’•π’š π’”π’Šπ’™ , de-void
π’‡π’π’“π’•π’š 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 , insatiable
π’‡π’π’“π’•π’š π’†π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• , divine move
𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆
π’‡π’π’“π’•π’š π’π’Šπ’π’† , dark moon
π’‡π’Šπ’‡π’•π’š , 117
π’‡π’Šπ’‡π’•π’š 𝒐𝒏𝒆 , muted
π’‡π’Šπ’‡π’•π’š π’•π’˜π’ , the benefactor
π’‡π’Šπ’‡π’•π’š 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 , i.e.d
π’‡π’Šπ’‡π’•π’š 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 , orphaned
π’‡π’Šπ’‡π’•π’š π’‡π’Šπ’—π’† , weaponized
π’‡π’Šπ’‡π’•π’š π’”π’Šπ’™ , time of death
π’‡π’Šπ’‡π’•π’š 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 , perishable
π’‡π’Šπ’‡π’•π’š π’†π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•, monstrous
π’‡π’Šπ’‡π’•π’š π’π’Šπ’π’† , a promise to the dead
π’”π’Šπ’™π’•π’š , smoke and mirrors
𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 , reincarnation
π’”π’Šπ’™π’•π’š 𝒐𝒏𝒆 , creatures of the night
π’”π’Šπ’™π’•π’š π’•π’˜π’ , parasomnia
π’”π’Šπ’™π’•π’š 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 , dreamcatchers
π’”π’Šπ’™π’•π’š 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 , condition terminal
π’”π’Šπ’™π’•π’š π’‡π’Šπ’—π’† , a novel approach
π’”π’Šπ’™π’•π’š π’”π’Šπ’™ , required reading
π’”π’Šπ’™π’•π’š 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 , strange frequencies
π’”π’Šπ’™π’•π’š π’†π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• , ouroboros
π’”π’Šπ’™π’•π’š π’π’Šπ’π’† , lies of omission
π’”π’†π’—π’†π’π’•π’š , status asthmaticus
π’”π’†π’—π’†π’π’•π’š 𝒐𝒏𝒆 , the last chimera
π’”π’†π’—π’†π’π’•π’š π’•π’˜π’ , damnatio memoriae
π’”π’†π’—π’†π’π’•π’š 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 , codominance
π’”π’†π’—π’†π’π’•π’š 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 , the sword and the spirit
π’”π’†π’—π’†π’π’•π’š π’‡π’Šπ’—π’† , amplification
π’”π’†π’—π’†π’π’•π’š π’”π’Šπ’™ , lie ability
π₯𝐱𝐱𝐯𝐒𝐒. a credible threat
π₯𝐱𝐱𝐯𝐒𝐒𝐒. maid of gevaudan
π₯𝐱𝐱𝐒𝐱. the beast of beacon hills
π₯𝐱𝐱𝐱. apotheosis
━━ 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐒𝐯.
π₯𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐒. memory lost
π₯𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐒𝐒. superposition
π₯𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐒𝐒𝐒. sundowning
π₯𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐒𝐯. relics

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INHERITANCE , teen wolf

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SLOWLY BEING REWRITTEN! People say we're products of our parents. that all of their good traits are passed onto us, that we pick up the bad traits al...

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π’”π’Šπ’™π’•π’†π’†π’ , abomination

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By voidnovaa


abomination

"I didn't leave you, I was kidnapped. Big difference, Stiles." Kinsey deadpanned as the two of them sat on the curb outside of Boyd's house waiting for the tow truck to arrive for the Jeep, it turned out that not even duct tape could fix the damage Erica had done, he'd tried that already. When the brunette girl had made it back to the house Stiles was attempting to lift himself out of the dumpster that he'd been dumped in, she did wonder where exactly the wolves who chose to kidnap her had put him. She didn't think that they were going to leave him unconscious outside of a random house, but now it made sense as to why Isaac had disappeared for a few minutes after she had been shoved in the back of Derek's Camaro. At first, she thought that he couldn't wait to get to the ice rink to use the bathroom but now she knew what he was doing.

"Was throwing me in a dumpster necessary?"

"You can't blame me for that, I wasn't the one who threw you in there. Isaac was." The girl shrugged as if that little comment was nothing. She would have much rather taken being knocked out and thrown in the dumpster than being temporarily kidnapped by four wolves hell-bent on gaining themselves more power when the only purpose she had served there was to anger Scott more. It seemed as though kidnapping Stiles would have provided them with a lot more benefit than she had provided them. They were a lot closer than her and Scott. Why not Allison? Surely kidnapping his girlfriend would be much more threatening than kidnapping her?

It was beginning to get dark and the two truck was well over the "thirty minutes" that they claimed it would take to get to them, now it was edging on two and a half hours of sitting in front of Boyd's house who not so surprisingly hadn't come home after taking the bite from a werewolf, the two of them certainly weren't helping their reputation by sitting down on this curb for as long as they had. People stared at them with furrowed brows as they drove past, the occasional few stopping to ask if they were lost or if they needed some spare change. Neither was sure of the condition Scott was in after the fight with Derek, every call had immediately gone to his answering machine meaning either he was just as incapable of charging his phone as Kinsey or he had turned it off to make sure that nobody would contact him. They hoped it was the first.

Just before it had hit the three-hour mark of the two sitting on the curb the tow truck had finally shown up much to their relief, Kinsey had been contemplating walking home but she knew she couldn't leave Stiles and he would have rather died than leave his beloved broken car behind. After he had explained why he was so attached to it she had understood why he was always so desperate to keep it intact, even if his definition of that was duct taping it a thousand times, the Jeep held sentimentality to him and if he wouldn't leave it behind, then neither would she.

"Hey. Hey!" Stiles shouted across the garage through the sound of machines whirring making it almost impossible for Kinsey to hear him let alone the mechanic who he was trying to get the attention of. As soon as he realized that the boy began storming across the garage while Kinsey followed behind confused as to what was going out. Stiles had jumped up out of nowhere from the small office area that the mechanic had told them to sit in while they waited for the Jeep to be fixed, he hadn't explained why he'd jumped up so abruptly but based on his shouting she assumed it wasn't for a good reason. Her first assumption was that the mechanic wasn't treating his beloved car how he would- as if it was his firstborn child. "What do you think you're doing?"

Kinsey looked between the mechanic who seemed to be ignoring him and Stiles trying to figure out what she had missed. Cars had been one thing, Chris, Victoria, and Kate hadn't got her and Allison into when they were younger, apparently, it didn't provide as much benefit as learning how to shoot arrows, learn self-defense and how to use Chinese ring daggers. It wasn't like they planned to know how to drive for the entirety of their lives.

"All I needed was a starter," Stiles complained, although she wasn't entirely sure what a starter other than in terms of meals was she assumed it was the car part that Erica had pulled out and hit him over the head with.

"Yeah, but it looks like your whole exhaust system has gotta be replaced, too."

Kinsey may not have been the most clued-up about cars but she knew what an exhaust system was and what the word "whole" meant, and it sounded like whatever the mechanic was doing was going to cost Stiles a whole lot of money. When her own car had been crushed by the Alpha at the school her insurance had been able to cover the damage so she could get a new car, but this was no Alpha's doing. This was the doing of a sixteen-year-old boy who often drove speedily through the town and occasionally went off-road in his many trips to the preserve and the Hale house. If he didn't hold so much sentiment to the Jeep she would have suggested scrapping it completely and getting a new car as soon as possible, his beloved Roscoe was on its last legs.

"Why do I get the feeling you're slightly overestimating the damage?"

"It's probably gonna run you around, like, 1,200, parts and labor."

Both of the teenagers looked at each other with wide eyes and a slack jaw at that number, it was a whole lot steeper than Stiles had imagined and Kinsey just thought that it sounded like too big of a number for anything that wasn't a house. Fortunately, money wasn't something her family had ever seemed to worry about with the successful business of Argent arms, her uncle had managed to move them into a freaking mansion so she imagined that they were fine in that department. And with the hefty inheritance from Kate that she had heard Chris talking about was sure to set her up for life when she received it at the age of eighteen, she didn't know her mother had anything to leave her until she'd overheard that conversation after the funeral.

"Are you kidding? This thing doesn't even have a catalytic convertor. And, yes, I know what a catalytic converter is." Stiles sarcastically added to the end of his sentence.

"I don't." Kinsey retorted honestly with a shrug.

"You know what a limited slip differential is?" The mechanic asked as he looked between them, both of them looked at one another to see if either of them knew the answer, Stiles wasn't sure why he'd looked at Kinsey for help when she nearly every time he'd been in the car with her she had forgotten what her seatbelt was. Kinsey turned back to the mechanic and shook her head while Stiles mumbled an embarrassed "no." knowing he'd been shut up. "Yeah, could run you more like 1,500." The man added before continuing to mess with the Jeep knowing that the buzzcut-haired boy wouldn't have much to say after that.

"Okay, just finish." Stiles sighed before he began walking back to the office that they had been left in while Kinsey walked beside him. "We'll be back here seething with impotent rage." The boy complained quietly as he placed his hand on the door handle to open it but he had snatched his hand back before he'd even been able to open it. He held his hand up to the brunette to show her the clear slime-like consistency on his hand while he tried to refrain from gagging.

"Hygenic." Kinsey nodded with a curled-up lip, disgusted by the sight.

"Quality establishment you're running here!" Stiles shouted back over to the mechanic who still ignored him, but the girl couldn't really blame the man, Stiles had been like a backseat driver the entire time they were here. Constantly shouting requests to the man or warnings about what to do with his child. The boy opened the door with another sigh before wiping the slime on Kinsey's arm as she walked through the door causing her to release a gag of her own as she pulled off the flannel from around her waist to wipe it off. She didn't even trust using the tissues that were on the desk if they were from this place, everything about it screamed a health code violation.

While Kinsey tried to scrub the disgusting feeling from her arm Stiles had pulled out his phone to call Scott once again, he hoped now they had left it long enough that by now the wolf would have turned on his phone. As the boy looked down at his phone his hands began shaking until he could no longer hold his phone, with the sound of the thud on the floor Kinsey looked up at the boy with a furrowed brow when she saw him stood looking down at his hands. The brunette bent down to pick up his phone for him before her arm began feeling numb, she could feel as that numb feeling spread through her. From the tips of her fingers, then stretching across her shoulders before it felt as if it was taking over her whole body.

"Stiles." Kinsey weakly mumbled. "I can't feel anything. I can't feel anything. Why can't I feel anything?" The brunette rambled in a fluster of panic as she looked up at him but his eyes were still on his hands that shook profusely despite the paralysis slowing settling into his system.

The thing that could only be described as the feeling of her whole body being paralyzed had spread much quicker than it had on Stiles, while she collapsed to the ground unable to hold her own weight he was still stood frozen looking out of the small office window with wide eyes. He began yelling for the mechanic, attempting to get his attention but soon he was lying down next to her. With what movement he had left in his body Stiles slid across the floor trying to get to the phone that he had dropped as it lay beside Kinsey's head while she was left only able to move her eyes though it didn't stop her from trying to move any of her limbs. The weak shouting of "help" coming from the mechanic had filled her with dread, she was barely able to hear it through the sound of metal. Stiles was able to see straight past her, he was able to see the mechanic and whatever he was going through behind her, based on his nauseous expression and the sweat building across his forehead she assumed that what was behind her wasn't something she would want to see. There was a small sound of whimpering when Stiles tightly closed his eyes followed by the sound of a loud thud, after that she couldn't hear the man pleading for help or his soft whimpering. It had turned completely silent in the garage for a moment. Kinsey's eyes darted around the room, it was the only thing she was able to do as the paralysis ate away at her body leaving her helpless, until now she hadn't even seen the perfectly placed mirror stood opposite the door. But then after meeting the mechanic it wasn't much of a surprise that he had a mirror in his office, especially not when he had a photo of himself as the captain of the lacrosse team hanging on the wall too. That had been her and Stiles's only source of entertainment in the time they had been waiting for the man to fix the car.

In the mirror she was able to see behind her, she was able to see what Stiles had seen. Only it wasn't in motion now, all that was left was a bloody arm trapped beneath the hydraulic lift, it had killed him. The brunette couldn't even gag at the sight, her body wouldn't allow her to. As she looked back in the mirror a dark, reptilian-like figure appeared at the door staring straight at Stiles, its eyes then darting to the mirror that she looked at it through. If they had been able to move the two of them would have screamed, jumped, or done anything as a reaction, but they couldn't form as much as a sharp gasp as it hissed at them before disappearing.

As soon as the figure had disappeared the sound of a dial tone sounded in the brunette's ear shortly followed by an emergency services operator speaking to them, before he had become completely paralyzed Stiles must have been able to dial 911.

Explaining what had happened in their state hadn't been easy, but mentioning that a man had been killed seemed to get their point across particularly well. Once they were told that the cops were on the way all the two were hoping for was that the paralysis wore off, it would be hard enough explaining how they had found themselves at a crime scene let alone how they'd come to be paralyzed too. The two weren't quite sure about how it had happened themselves, but they were confident that what they had seen tonight was the thing that had shaken Allison to her core at Isaac's house. It had certainly shaken them to their core.

The two had managed to shake off most of their paralysis just five minutes before the entire garage was flooded with cops and EMTs, both could still feel the tingling in their fingers when Sheriff Stilinski had guided them to the back of the ambulance, a good distance away from the dead body that they had "walked in on". That was their story. In the small amount of time they had to create a story that was the best they'd gotten- coming here to collect the Jeep and finding the mechanic dead beneath his own hydraulic lift. It wasn't too out of the ordinary for this town. But Sheriff Stilinski had still asked them to go through it all again when it was just the three of them alone in case the two felt as if they couldn't tell the truth with other deputies around, particularly the brunette girl who'd been falsely accused of murder by them.

"I told you. We just... We walked in and saw the Jeep on top of the guy." Stiles deadpanned as he shook around his hand trying to remove the tingling feeling, Kinsey sat on the opposite side of the man trying to wiggle her toes in her shoes which seemed to have more movement than her fingers. She'd never felt a feeling like the one she had when she'd been on that floor, and the thought of something running around town paralyzing people wasn't settling well.

"What's wrong with your hand?"

"Nothing. Can we just get out of here now?"

Sheriff Stilinski sighed as he placed a hand on both of their shoulders drawing Kinsey from the feeling, or lack thereof, in her toes to the man who tried to sound as serious yet sincere as he could while trying to do his job. It was difficult being the Sheriff to his own son, and it was even harder attempting to act sound like a father to a girl who, for one, had never had one, and two, he'd never had a daughter to practice on. So he knew anything that come out of his mouth would be a long shot, but he wanted both of them to know they could trust him whether they were his child or just his child's new friend. At least he thought that they were just friends.

"Look, if there's something the two of you don't think you can tell me..."

"You think I'm lying?" Stiles interrupted taking away the tone Noah was trying to establish.

"No, of course not. I'm just worried about you. Both of you." He added as he looked at the brunette who returned a weak smile. Though she was touched that the man cared for her it only made her feel guilty that she was lying to him when she herself hated being lied to. "Now, if you saw someone do this, and you're afraid that maybe they're gonna come back and make sure you don't say anything about it..."

"We didn't see anything, Sheriff. At all." Kinsey reassured the man, lying through her teeth as she smiled at him. Lying came naturally to her sometimes, it was quite frightening. But then with a mother as narcissistic as Kate she was bound to be able to lie as if it was second nature.

"Can we go now? Stiles asked again. "Please."

With another sigh the man agreed, it was clear he wasn't going to get through to either of them no matter how much he tried. "Sure. But not in your Jeep. We're gonna have to impound it. Sorry, kid, evidence. See you at home." The man said as he quickly walked away to the sound of Stiles groaning loudly before telling his dad that they need to at least wash his baby if they were going to keep it in impound for the unforeseeable future. After a small fifteen minutes of waiting the only transport, the two had left pulled up anxious to see what had happened when he'd seen and smelt blood everywhere as if the sight of all the ambulances and cruisers hadn't been concerning enough. Stiles really did need to stop being so vague in his explanations whether it was over a phone call or a text message, a warning of what he was about to pull up to would have been nice from his two best friends after the day he'd had. As soon as the two had noticed Scott waiting they hadn't hesitated to jog through the rain to the car, the gory sight of blood, as well as its stench, was enough to keep them up tonight. So was whatever that thing they'd seen.

"You two okay?" Scott asked as he looked between Stiles who sat in the front seat and Kinsey who sat in the back, neither of them looked like their typical selves, both seemed to like the way Allison had on the night of her run-in with Beacon Hills's latest monstrosity.

"Yeah." They both agreed in a mumble. "You're right. It's not like you." Kinsey added.

"I mean, its eyes were almost, like, reptilian. But there was something about them."

"What do you mean?" Scott asked and Kinsey was just as curious.

"You know when you see, like, a friend in a Halloween mask, but all you can actually see are their eyes, and you feel like you know them, but you just can't figure out who it is?"

"Are you saying you know who it is?"

"No." Stiles shook his head. "But I think it knew us."

Kinsey shuddered as she sat back in her seat, she'd moved to pull her flannel off of her waist and around her body but after remembering that was what she'd wiped the paralytic slime on she couldn't have moved any quicker away from it. "Tonight's certainly going to be a fun topic for therapy tomorrow." The girl groaned as she ran her hands through her hair.

Both of the boys turned around sharply to look at Kinsey as if she'd said something despicable as they shared a similar expression of raised eyebrows and a slack jaw. This had been the first time they heard about her going to therapy, out of everyone they knew she was the last one she would have pegged to go to therapy. Talking about emotions. Confrontation. Showing emotion. None of those things had been Kinsey's forte lately, if ever.

"Therapy?" The two boys asked simultaneously.

"Yeah. Lydia's mom spoke to my aunt about putting me into therapy because Lydia was doing it and of course she thought it was the best thing since sliced bread. So tomorrow I will be living my worst nightmare sharing my feelings with the woman who's also my French teacher."

"You? In therapy?" Scott asked again, still in disbelief.

"But you're like a therapist's wet dream," Stiles added.

The brunette nodded in agreement. "That's exactly what I said."

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Kinsey sat across from Miss Morrell with folded arms and a straight face. Her legs crossed and her back straight. In the fifteen minutes, she'd spent in the room so far Kinsey hadn't cracked. She hadn't spoken a word. Her expression hadn't changed. And it was how she planned the rest of the hour that remained of their session. Morrell had made a few failed attempts of starting a conversation with the girl, saying things to try and strip up her emotions. It seemed she was quite the informed woman. Minus the large detail of werewolves existing Morrell seemed to know everything that had happened in the brunette's life lately. First, she'd begun with the events of last night, mentioning what Kinsey might have seen, how she felt about what she had seen. But of course, Kinsey had kept her straight face and posture refusing to let anything that the women mentioned affect her. Just like she refused to show her friends and family her life was affecting her, she refused to show some guidance counselor that Victoria and Natalie had referred her and Lydia to. Even the redhead had agreed that she wouldn't be telling Morrell anything. After failing to receive even a flinch from Kinsey after mentioning last night's murder she had moved to another murder, the guy at the video store, failing again, then it had turned to talk about the night of the formal. Once again failing to get anything out of the girl. She could tell Morrell was trying to avoid mentioning her mother during their first session but with the act, Kinsey had been putting on from the second that she entered the room she had no other topics left to try and get her to open up. Her tone had changed as she mentioned Kate, it was delicate, the woman was trying to tread carefully knowing that it would be a hard subject for anyone who had lost a parent let alone a girl who had lost one less than a month ago.

"If you open up, Kinsey, time will go a lot faster." Miss Morrell spoke up again after leaving the girl in silence for another half an hour. Leaving Kinsey with fifteen minutes to waste by avoiding answering the questions that Morrell really wanted her to answer. She could do that in her sleep.

"There's nothing to open up about."

"If that's true then why are you here?"

"Because my aunt and best friend's mother made me."

"Have you talked to your aunt about how you feel?"

"That I didn't want to do this? Yes. A thousand times. I actually called and text her right before you called me in here to explain to her once more how much I despised the idea of coming to a counseling session that I don't need."

"And why don't you need this session?"

"Because I'm fine. Life sucks, so what. I'm a teenager. Every teenager's life sucks."

Miss Morrell sighed as she sat back in her seat, copying the girl's posture of folded arms as she stared into the girl's soul almost enough to get her to crack. Almost.

"You suffered a great loss, Kinsey. There is no need to downplay your emotions. It's okay to grieve. Even if it's only in here for the last ten minutes of the session."

Kinsey stood up, on the verge of cracking as she smiled at the woman, taking a deep breath before she spoke. "With all the information you've clearly gathered on me I thought you would have known what a sociopathic person my mother was, I don't need to grieve. I need people to stop mentioning it so I can continue moving on with my life. Forgive me but I've got somewhere else to be." The girl deadpanned before walking out of the room with her eyes closed taking a deep breath as she tried to compose herself.

She had been too close to cracking for her own liking. On her first session, which she had now declared as her last because she refused to have a mental breakdown in front of someone who was professionally qualified to judge her flaws and pick out the bad pieces of her mind which for a girl who was surrounded by werewolves, has a hunter family and watched the slaughtering of her own mother was plenty. There were barely any good parts left. As soon as Kinsey opened her eyes she was met with the sight of Allison who stood just mere inches from her face with the dreaded look that Kinsey knew to be either of two options. The first option, "I need something" and the other, "something happened and now you are being dragged into it too". She didn't bother to ask which one it was as she held out her hand with a sigh leaving Allison to drag her to whatever thing needed her presence now, for once she just hoped it was something normal and not werewolf related. But she was kidding herself with hopes that high.

It turned out what Allison had dragged her into wasn't too out of the ordinary. Only in the fact that they would be manipulating their grandfather during a lacrosse game in hopes to retrieve the keys to his office. Apparently, in the time she'd been sat opposite Miss Morrell, it had come to light that their family hold a big book of things that they've hunted in the past, a bestiary, she and Stiles seemed to know what that word meant but Allison and Scott had some other things in mind when that word had been mentioned to them. But their filthy minds weren't the point. Getting the keys to Gerard's office and searching through it for the bestiary was, it was a task that Allison believed she couldn't do on her own, and with the little time, Kinsey had spent with the man she knew as her grandfather it was the perfect excuse to invite him to the lacrosse game tonight. If they had it their way he wouldn't suspect a thing. He'd just think it was his estranged granddaughters' attempt to get to know him better after getting off to a somewhat cold start.

Allison had come to retrieve Kinsey from her counseling session hoping to begin their plans for tonight immediately, it wouldn't have been as sincere if it was just her asking the man to attend but with the two of them, they hoped it would seem so. The two speed-walked through the halls hoping to catch Gerard in his office since he was now the new principal of the school, that was a detail neither of the girls had gotten used to yet and so far, neither had seen him in action. The change had happened during Kinsey's time in the holding cell meaning she didn't know until she had run into her grandfather in the halls of the school. Not only had Gerard been claimed as the new principal but Victoria too had been given a position in the school, the job in the office which meant she'd be replacing the woman who Kinsey had claimed as her double. Kinsey and Allison chose not to question how both their grandmother and mother/aunt had gotten a job in the high school, they knew it wasn't a coincidence but they'd rather spare the detail.

"I need to warn you both, by the way," Gerard spoke up as he locked his office. Those words didn't fill the girls with much confidence after he had just agreed to come to the game tonight, for once a plan that was made by Stiles was starting well, they didn't need it turning sour so soon. Not like his plans usually did. "You might need to be a little patient with me."

"How come?" Kinsey asked with a furrowed brow, both her and Allison's hearts pounding in their chest dreading all the things that he could possibly say.

"I'll probably have a lot of questions, seeing as I've never actually seen a lacrosse game before."

The two let out a nervous chuckle as a small sense of relief washed over them before they took either of their grandfather's arms. Now all they had to do was figure out an excuse to get his keys from him. While the man had a conversation with one of his staff that they passed in the halls Kinsey had pulled Allison aside hoping to get a bit more knowledge on what the plan was before it was too late. At that moment Allison had volunteered herself to get the keys leaving the other brunette a choice to sit with their grandfather and watch the game with them after she'd passed them to Stiles who'd been waiting intently or to help Stiles find the bestiary in the man's office. Both knew which they would rather her do. And surprisingly it was that same option of helping Stiles. Kinsey was a lot sneakier when it came to those kinds of things and she was a lot better of a liar than she was an actor, there was no way she could act so enthusiastic about lacrosse for the entirety of the game. Not when she had sold her enthusiasm so well to Gerard.

Kinsey spent as long as she possibly could on the bench beside Stiles before she joined Allison and their grandfather, with the risks that they were taking by breaking into the office of not only their principal but the man who seemed to be the leader of the hunters around town she needed to make sure this plan was flawless. That Stiles wasn't going to run off on some kind of tangent creating another plan without consulting them, the last thing they needed tonight was for him to get himself thrown in another dumpster again. Kinsey couldn't have been clearer and more thorough in her step-by-step explanation of what was happening tonight. It was simple really, at least she thought so. Get the key. Pass it to Stiles. Stiles goes to the office. Kinsey says she has to use the bathroom. The two of them find the bestiary. Steal the bestiary. Find out what the hell the lizard-looking thing that paralyzed them is. Go back to the game as if nothing happened. To Kinsey, it seemed like a flawless, well-constructed plan. Other than not knowing how they were going to get the key from Gerard everything else seemed laid out. Gerard would be too busy watching the game to see when Allison would sneak the key to Stiles, Kinsey had the bladder of a squirrel so needing to go to the bathroom so soon in the game wouldn't be suspicious and in the time they were searching for the bestiary Allison was sat right beside the man to distract him from what was really going on. From what she could tell, nothing could go wrong.

The game had already begun when Kinsey was still sat on the bench going through the plan with Stiles, in the midst of sneaking around Gerard they still had the duty of supporting Scott in the game. It was his only task for tonight. To win. It had already got off to a poor start when an obscenely large player from the other team was throwing their own players across the field like it was nothing. He was undoubtedly the largest player Kinsey and Stiles had ever seen if not the biggest human they'd ever seen, he even gave the largely built Boyd competition with his height and build. Maybe Scott's task of winning would be the hardest task of them all.

"Come on!" Coach yelled as he stood on the sidelines. "Is that thing even a teenager? I wanna see a birth certificate!" The man continued before turning around and sitting beside Kinsey and Stiles on the bench. He'd given up with telling the girl to get off of the bench that was there for his players, she never listened but frankly, he rathered her being there than some of the players on his own team. She was less annoying and nowhere near as much of a kiss-ass. "Who or what is that genetic experiment gone wrong?" Coach asked as he looked over at the large player.

"Eddie Obomowitz, Coach. They call him "The Abomination."."

"Oh, that's cute."

"Charming." Coach and Kinsey muttered under their breaths with dread, the man's dread was more so for the status of his team if they lost this game, it was the semi-finals after all, and Kinsey's was for how well Scott would be able to survive against the large player without having to use some of his werewolf strength. It wasn't a safe move considering Gerard's presence at the game. "I better go and sit with Allison and Gerard. Remember the plan, Stiles." She reiterated again with a stern tone before jogging over to where her grandfather and cousin sat with a smile on her face as if she wasn't about to betray the man. But betraying each other seemed to be one of their family traditions minus herself and Allison, the closest they got to betraying one another was lying about stealing each other's clothes but it always came to light eventually.

Thankfully Gerard didn't question who the boy his granddaughter was talking to was or what they had been talking about for so long, after returning her smile his eyes had been straight back on the field like she and Allison could have only wished for. Every so often the two would look at each other in the corner of their eyes, straight past the man who sat in between them waiting for the moment where Allison would figure out how to get the key before it was too late and the game was over. It was taking a while for the older brunette to think of an excuse to take his keys from him, she had to be logical about it all. Clearly, he was a smart man, he was the one who'd owned Argent Arms and ran it before handing it down to Chris, he was a hunter too with many skills and now he was a high-school principal. Whatever she said had to be well-thought-out.

When the older brunette began shivering and wrapping her arms around herself even going as far to chatter her teeth Kinsey knew that she'd figured out her excuse, and it was a good one.

"I knew I should have brought a warmer jacket." She chuckled lightly.

"You're cold. Here, take my coat." Gerard quickly offered as he stood up to pull his large jacket off of his body to hand it to his eldest granddaughter.

"Are you sure?" Allison asked with her eyes looking past the man and straight to Kinsey who nodded in approval, she knew Allison was the smart one for a reason. Both of them seemed to have that same cunning blood running through their veins that their parents had.

"Oh, yeah." The man nodded. "You're not cold are you, Kinsley? I have another jacket in my office. I can go and get it if you'd like?" Gerard suggested as he pointed back in the direction of the school. Kinsey and Allison looked at one another for a moment considering his offer, it would give them a better excuse to go into the office if Kinsey offered to get it herself but it would also limit the amount of time she and Stiles had to find the bestiary and read through it before the man would wonder what was taking her so long.

Kinsey shook her head thoroughly, declining his offer of getting her a jacket. It wasn't until the man had sat back down to resume watching the game that she realized what he had called her. Kinsley. Surely he knew his mistake, she knew she looked like her grandmother, but not enough for her to be mistaken for the woman. Gerard's deceased wife. Clearly, he saw the resemblance between them too. Enough to even call her by the same name he probably called her. The game continued for a little while longer. Kinsey and Allison waited for Stiles to turn around ready for either of them to give him the go-ahead, it had taken longer than either was expecting but they knew he'd look back eventually. Too soon would have been too obvious. When Stiles finally turned around Kinsey and Allison had nodded together making it clear that now was the time, he stood up casually, walking past the side of the benches where Allison held out the keys as discreetly as possible for him to grab. Luckily for the three of them "The Abomination" had just sent yet another player flying violently which had kept the attention of Gerard who asked his younger granddaughter if the game was always this violent since she had now declared herself as lacrosse and all other sports enthusiast to him.

The brunette let five minutes pass before she stood up proposing that she needed to go to the bathroom and excusing herself. She had never moved through the rows of the benches as fast as she had at that moment, almost tripping over everyone who she squeezed past in the process until she was stumbling off of the end of the benches. As she passed the last person legs she had tripped like the blonde she was supposed to be, and like all her other clumsy accidents she was lucky enough that someone had caught her when she almost fell on her face in front of most of the high school, the other team's high school and everyone here to support them.

"Watch your step." He warned as he secured the brunette on her feet.

"Thank you." Kinsey smiled as she looked up at him, then realizing it was him again. And again he'd had his camera in his hand as he had at her mother's funeral. But when giving it a long thought she couldn't blame him, the pictures that everyone was after that day was bound to bring in a lot of money. Enough money to buy himself more camera equipment. So she chose not to hold a grudge with the boy who she still didn't know the name. "Sorry, I don't know-"

"Matt." He held out his free hand. "Matt Daehler."

"Kinsey." She smiled as she shook his hand. "New camera, I see."

"Yeah." He nodded as he held it up. "Actually, could I get a photo of you?"

The brunette looked at him with a furrowed brow wondering why he would need a photo of her.

"For the yearbook."

Kinsey looked around to see Gerard was still well distracted with Allison as they talked and kept their eyes on the game that was happening behind her before turning back to Matt to agree, it was only a small second of her time. She would have been lying if she said she hadn't agreed just so she didn't look as bad of a person as she'd made herself seem when using him for her own benefit against Stiles. Kinsey hoped that maybe if she took the photo for him then like she wasn't holding a grudge for trying to get a photo of her mother's funeral he wouldn't hold a grudge against her for what she had done.

"Uh, do you want one together? I mean, you're the one wearing a jersey after all. I don't really look like I'm showing much team spirit wearing this." She laughed as she gestured to the sweater she'd thrown over a warm dress, black tights, and a jacket.

Matt had frozen for a moment, his jaw slack, clearly shocked at the suggestion she'd made before he quickly fumbled trying to agree with what she had said while juggling the camera in his hands. Kinsey stood beside him as he took the quick shot, before even looking at the shot he had taken she quickly excused herself from him too knowing she needed to get to Stiles as soon as possible but he didn't seem to mind as he stared down at his camera. She hadn't looked back again as she jogged towards the school as best as she could in Allison's boots but the girl hadn't even made it across the parking lot before hearing a familiar cry that she'd been able to pinpoint to a silver car that she had almost walked past. If hearing that cry wasn't enough for her to realize who it had come from then the car definitely had. Kinsey shook her head and sighed as she walked to the driver's side knowing that was where she would find Lydia crying, there was no debate about whether she should choose between staying with Lydia for even a few seconds or ignoring that she'd even heard her and carrying on into the school. Her best friend was sat on the parking lot of their school crying, she needed her a lot more than Stiles did right now.

Kinsey lightly knocked on the car window grabbing the attention of the redhead who quickly tried to act as if she hadn't been crying or that Kinsey had ever seen her cry before, which she had. She'd been there when the redhead cried on her shoulder over the breakup with the blonde jackass which she assumed was the very reason that she was now sat crying in her car rather than sitting on the benches watching the game that he was playing in.

"Lyds?" She spoke softly. "What's wrong?"

"I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm coming."

The brunette sighed as she walked round to the other side of the car getting in the passenger side and refusing to leave until she got a viable explanation from her best friend because that little two-word phrase wasn't convincing anyone. She knew that better than anyone.

"I'm not leaving until you tell me what's going on and you know how stubborn I am, so come on, what's going on? Is it him again because I've told you before and I'll tell you a million times more than he is not worth a single one of your tears. Or anyone's for that matter. It's his loss, Lydia."

"It's not that simple." Lydia shook her head as she let the tears flow again.

"Of course it's not. You love him. Loved him. I don't know where you're quite at on that whole thing yet but I know that it's not that simple. I know I'm not exactly the poster person for emotions right now but I still know a thing or two about them." Kinsey sighed as she shifted to get comfortable in her seat. "Lydia, you are one of the most amazing, smart people I know and you deserve better than to be sat in the parking lot crying over the likes of Jackson Whittemore. You are worth so, so much more than that. And breaking up with Jackson only means that one day you will find someone who actually appreciates the fact you are some kind of freaking genius and how beautiful you are. Even when you cry. Because when I cry I do not look this good." Kinsey smiled as she gestured to the redhead who couldn't even hide the smile growing across her face as she dabbed her makeup with the tissue in her hand.

"You're a lot better at this than Stiles." Lydia laughed lightly.

"Of course I am. It's Stiles. As good as he is at a pep talk he doesn't know how to handle things like this. But you know why I am? Because I'm not just your slightly emotionally-deprived best friend who has no real experience in relationships but I'm your second sister."

"I don't have a sister, Kinsey." The redhead muttered in confusion.

"Yes, you do. You have two. Allison's the first because she's the oldest. And I'm the second because I'm the youngest. I thought that was obvious."

"You think of me as a sister?" Lydia asked as she began crying again but based on the smile on her face this seemed more like a happy cry rather than an emotionally distraught cry like the one she was doing when Kinsey had caught her. Which was what Kinsey was hoping for. When she referred to the redhead as her sister it wasn't to uplift her mood when she was obviously having a really shitty time, it was because that was how she really felt. Allison had always felt like her sister but that was the exact same feeling Kinsey had had when she met Lydia too, pretty much from the moment they met at the locker when Lydia just seemed like another high-school bitch that she had been waiting for. But that was almost two months ago. It felt like years.

"Of course, I do. Do you think I'd sit there talking about feelings for anyone else?"

Lydia shook her head as the two of them laughed for a moment, the redhead was certainly a lot more cheery than she had been five minutes ago. Even with slightly smudged mascara and red puffy eyes, she was still the strong, fierce redhead who put on a brave face for everyone. Just like she had been trying to do. Clearly, both of them weren't as good at the whole facade as they'd like to have been. From breaking down in closets with a now Alpha werewolf, then breaking down in front of Stiles which both of them seemed to have done to now sitting in a car trying not to break down in front of each other whether it was breaking down in happy or sad tears.

"Why you were in the parking lot anyway?" Lydia asked abruptly with a furrowed brow.

"Shit. Stiles." Kinsey mumbled.

"Go on."

"No, no. It's fine. I can stay here with you."

"Kinsey. Go. I'm fine now. I promise." Lydia reassured the brunette as she gave her a stern look in the eye that was frankly intimidating for someone who had smudged mascara and tearful eyes. When Kinsey still sat frozen waiting to see if the redhead was being serious Lydia nodded to reassure her again before the brunette hesitantly climbed out of the car asking another four times if the redhead was okay before she actually left for good to find Stiles in Gerard's office.

Once she reached the school the brunette began running through the school to get to her grandfather's office as quick as she could, this plan was a lot more delayed than she'd expected and she dreaded to think of the kinds of messes that Stiles could get himself into if he was left alone for too long, it was bad enough when he was with her or Scott. But at least there weren't any dumpsters inside of the school that he could get dumped into by Erica. When she reached the office the door was wide open but as she stood in the doorway scanning the room Stiles was nowhere to be seen, the place had been completely trashed and the keys were still in the door. She could tell that he'd been here but now she just had the question of where the hell he was now. With an exasperated sigh, Kinsey began storming through the halls of the school to find Stiles and whatever mess he'd gotten himself into now, for some reason she had a feeling that it was something to do with the same people it had been last time. She had seen Erica and Boyd on the benches when she had sat with her grandfather and Allison so it wasn't completely impossible for the pack of beta's to have attacked Stiles again and shoved him where ever they were able to find. Kinsey continued to walk speedily through the halls searching every empty classroom that she passed, the locker rooms until she was stood in the middle of the corridors at a loss of where else to search.

At least until the smell of chlorine had lingered under her nose and gave her another place for her to search as she looked to the large doors that stood to her right leading to the pools.

Her feet had slowed to a halt as she walked into the swimming pools to see both Derek and Stiles floating in the pool as if they were two apples in a Halloween apple bobbing competition which she couldn't help but furrow her eyes at. Searching for the bestiary seemed a lot more important than taking a late-night swim with an Alpha. And then her eyes had moved to the unconscious Erica at the side of the pool. Then she realized something else was going on.

"What the hell is going on?" Kinsey asked as she rushed to the side of the pool.

"It's here. That thing. It's here." Stiles warned, taking in some of the water as he spoke.

The brunette looked around to see that the coast was clear. There was no reptilian, disgusting creature that had the ability to paralyze people in sight, it was just the three of them and the unconscious blonde who frankly deserved to lay unconscious. It was just payback for what she had done to Stiles. Kinsey began pulling off her jacket and shoes ready to help Stiles and the man that she'd assumed was feeling that sensation of paralysis, there was no other reason for them both to be in the pool with Derek's arm thrown around Stiles's arm. The only other option would be that Derek couldn't swim which she saw as highly unlikely. Kinsey had just pulled off her shoes when both of them had begun repeatedly shouting "run" but rather than do as she was told the brunette turned to find out where the lizard creature was only to have a tail sweep her off her feet landing her in the pool also. When she had managed to kick her way back up to the surface she met the reptilian eyes of the creature once again as he hissed at her before it disappeared to whatever shadow it had quickly emerged from just to shove her in the pool.

"Whatever that thing is, it's really starting to piss me off." Kinsey complained as she spat out some of the water that had made its way into her mouth during her way into the pool. The only good thing had been that she was able to take off Allison's shoes before she'd been pushed in, Allison would have killed her if she got her favorite boots ruined by the chlorine.

Between the three floating in the pool, none were sure how long they had been keeping their heads above the water, but what there was was a mutual awareness that it had been long enough for them to all to grow tired. After kicking their legs for the unmeasurable amount of time it was no surprise Kinsey and Stiles were beginning to grow tired, they didn't have the stamina that Derek would have if he weren't paralyzed. The chlorine had begun stinging their eyes until they were a pale shade of red along with their raw lungs from the fair amount of water the two had choked down, that was one thing Derek could also relate to. If Kinsey and Stiles hadn't noticed his coughing after every mouthful his complaining after each one had been enough to keep the two updated. He didn't seem to understand that the two were trying their best to keep themselves up with his weight pushing them down. Maybe it was the fact that their bodies were growing more tired and weaker but the wolf seemed to be getting heavier than he was in the first few minutes of them keeping him afloat, and he was without a doubt becoming more and more miserable with the time that he spent in the pool.

And frankly, he smelt like a wet dog.

Stiles would occasionally look past the wolf to check up on the brunette who was visibly getting sleepy from the chlorine, of course, he still thought she looked as beautiful as she did at her best but he was growing more concerned for both of them. His phone still sat at the side of the pool, it was the only thing that would allow them to call for help but getting there was a different story to tell. Kinsey wasn't strong enough to hold Derek up on her own while he swam to the phone and he wasn't either, neither had the strength in their body to swim over to it with Derek still on their shoulders and although it was an option, he knew Kinsey wouldn't go along with the idea of ditching Derek, potentially letting him drown, while they grab the phone and get help. And of course, that reptilian creature still lingered, watching them from some unknown corner of the room waiting for the moment that they tried to get out and escape from his grasp.

"Will you get me out of here before I drown?" Derek complained yet again as if the situation had changed from the time between this complaint and his last one.

"You're worried about drowning?" Stiles retorted as he continued to kick. "Did you notice the thing out there with multiple rows of razor-sharp teeth?"

"Did you notice I'm paralyzed from the neck down in eight feet of water?" Derek said with much more annoyance than his original question, paralysis wasn't a good look on him.

Kinsey ignore the two's bickering as she looked around the room trying to find where the thing was hiding, it clearly had some hidden place they didn't know about if he was able to slither his way out so quickly to knock her into the pool. But even through the shadows she couldn't see its bright yellow reptilian eyes not the reflection of the water on its scales which gave her the hope that the coast was clear, at least for the meantime.

"I don't see it." Kinsey deadpanned, spitting out the water that had slid its way into her mouth the second she had opened it. Swimming in an eight-foot-deep pool wasn't as fun at the height of five foot three with a wolf on your back. She looked across to Stiles who nodded in agreement that they would try to swim towards the phone with the little energy that remained.

Within a few kicks, the two had stopped again with Derek yelling in their ear to stop because it had come out into the light once again, crawling along the side of the pool with its eyes tightly on the three of them as they followed it with their own eyes. It hissed slightly at the three of them as they looked between one another questioning their next move.

"What's it waiting for?" Stiles asked in a slight panic but neither the wolf nor the brunette girl was able to answer that question, their first assumption had been to answer that it was waiting for them, but it had had the chance to kill all of them, if not tonight then at the garage when it had killed the mechanic. But it hadn't which had convinced them that it wasn't them that it was waiting for, and it wasn't them that it wanted to kill. At least not in this instance. It would have done so by now. The creature slowly edged closer to the water as it hissed lowly before it had curiously placed its scaly palm into the water, snatching it back immediately with a sharper hiss as it backed away from the water. "Wait, do you see that? I don't think it can swim."

The creature continued to scale the pool as the three watched it carefully, examining it to see if they noticed any other strange details like the one that it had trapped them in the pool when it wasn't able to swim itself. Derek had resorted to completely lying his head back in the water, he was unable to hold his own head up any longer so he could only imagine how the other two felt carrying the weight of their own bodies as well as his, for once he felt an ounce of sympathy for them. Though he was sure it wouldn't last any longer than tonight- if they lasted that long. Kinsey could feel her eyes slowly closing as she became drowsier, she had tried to fight the temptation to close them and fall asleep right here in the pool but it was a temptation almost too hard to fight after spending so long in here. However long it had been. The school really needed to make an investment in a clock for the pool, maybe that was a suggestion she could make to Gerard if she didn't drown tonight. Which didn't seem unlikely with how she felt right now.

"Okay, okay." Stiles panted as he kicked weakly. "Okay, I don't think I can do this much longer." He added only to receive no reply from either the wolf who was breathing heavily down his ear or the brunette who he couldn't see with Derek's new position. "Kins, are you still there?"

"Mm-hmm." She mumbled softly.

Stiles could tell from that weak mumble that she was barely holding on any longer, she was in a much worse state than the one he felt he was in. He looked across the pool again to the phone that sat on its edge, right beside Kinsey's shoes that she had managed to take off, unlike the jacket that added to the weight on her which contained her own phone.

"No, no, no! Don't even think about it." Derek scolded as soon as he realized what the boy was considering, his shout had woken up Kinsey slightly as she began kicking harder again but it was only a matter of time before her strength faded again.

"Could you just trust me this once?" Stiles yelled at the wolf.

"No!" Derek deadpanned.

"We're the ones keeping you alive, okay? Have you noticed that?"

"Yeah. But if you let go I'm not the only one you'll be letting drown." The wolf argued back, he knew that adding Kinsey to his point would make it much more worthwhile to Stiles than if he had only mentioned himself. Stiles didn't care enough about him to care if he let go but with the girl it was a much different case, the mere fact that she was left barely able to talk should have been enough of a sign for both of them that she couldn't hold on much longer. Usually, she never drew breath. "Plus, when this paralysis wears off, who's going to be able to fight that thing, the two of you or me?" He added to his argument.

"That's why we've been holding you up for the past who knows how long?"

"Yup. You don't trust me. I don't trust you. But the two of you need me to survive, which is why you're not going to let me go. Because you know that I'll be the one getting her out of here."

"Do it," Kinsey mumbled again. Stiles looked at the girl with wide eyes as she looked at him with her pale red ones, they were barely open any longer as she nodded at him with a faint smile. She knew the best chance she had of getting out of here was him reaching that phone, even if it left the possibility of her going underwater or maybe even drowning. At least one of them would still be able to make it out of here alive. "Just do it."

Stiles looked between the wolf who clearly wasn't pleased about her suggestion before he looked back at the brunette as her eyes slowly drifted away, with a rush of adrenaline in his system he let go of the wolf who shouted his name loudly before his head went under the water. His weight dragging Kinsey down with him as the water consumed both of them. With Derek's dead weight it wasn't long until both of them had hit the bottom of the pool, even without being paralyzed Kinsey's weight wasn't able to fight against Dereks.

And unlike them by the time she reached the bottom her eyes were already closed and water had begun collecting in her lungs, commencing the clicking tock that was her life.

With the adrenaline pumping through his system Stiles kicked harshly until he reached the edge of the pool where the creature continued to crawl, its reptilian eyes locked onto him as he paused for a moment knowing he was risking being paralyzed by reaching out of the water to where the creature was able to grab him. He glanced back for a second to see the reality of the two of them being underwater, the reality that he had actually let go of Derek allowing not only him but Kinsey to drown so that he could retrieve the phone. With that thought in his mind he lunged towards the phone as the creature lunged towards him, he was just able to snatch it from the edge before it reached the very edge growing loudly at him as he pushed himself back away with the phone held up away from the watery depths. He fought to keep his head held above water as he hovered over where Kinsey and Derek lay beneath the water, quickly dialing Scott's number only for the wolf to answer, give him a short "I can't talk right now" and hanging up.

Kinsey's clock continued to tick. So did Derek's.

Stiles looked down beneath him to see the girl and the wolf beneath him, neither of them had the small bubbles escaping their mouth indicating that they were still able to breathe. Now it was a choice between taking the time to call Scott again or diving deep to retrieve them. With Kinsey in the equation, there was no real choice. He kicked his legs and arms harshly against the water to reach the bottom, immediately pulling Derek up by his shirt while his arm wrapped around the girl's waist pulling them both up to the surface with him.

All three took a sharp gasp, taking in as much water as they could before coughing out the water that they had consumed. Now Stiles was left carrying both of their weights as Kinsey tried to kick her legs but ultimately her efforts were left practically useless while her head rested on Stiles's shoulder as all three of them panting heavily.

"Tell me you got him!" Derek tried to talk through his panting.

Stiles chuckled nervously which was enough to tell the two of them that the plan hadn't worked as well as he and Kinsey had hoped, but they chose not to put that into words, it would only give Derek another reason to complain tonight. After all, they put his life on the line to get to the phone too, and it hadn't been the turnout they had anticipated. With bleary eyes Kinsey looked across the swimming pool to see that the creature was still guarding it, as soon as it had met her eyes it released a shriek loud enough it could make their ears bleed as they all cringed.

"I can't stay up any longer." Stiles spluttered through the water as his head continued to slip beneath the water under the weight of Derek and Kinsey who wasn't as heavy as he thought a sixteen-year-old girl would be but in this instance a feather was heavier than he could handle. "I need something to hold onto."

Kinsey looked around through the blurry film that had covered her eyes until she saw the diving board across the pool, it was further than she would have liked but it was the only option they had for Stiles to hold onto something, and with both of the bars she may just be able to hold her own weight until someone came to find them. However long that would be. All that she needed was Stiles to be able to swim all three of them over to it, which she knew was asking a lot from the boy but when she had muttered the suggestion he seemed determined to try. He hadn't even given it a moment to think about it before he was kicking towards it while gasping for breath. Derek had become awfully silent in the time from the middle of the pool to the diving board, but Stiles wasn't willing to waste even a millisecond looking back on the wolf when he could see Kinsey slipping away again as she tried her best to support Derek's weight again.

When they reached the bars Stiles grabbed onto it, but both the wetness of his hands and the bar from his splashing meant that it was almost impossible to grip onto it. As his fingers slipped from the metal he looked at Kinsey for a split second before both of them, along with Derek, had plunged beneath the surface again barely having enough time to take a deep breath before it had consumed them again.

Though this time the clock hadn't had much time to begin ticking closer to their time of death, Scott had made it just in time to pull the three of them out and throw them onto the edge of the pool as he crouched on the diving board releasing a large roar that caught the attention of the creature that had trapped and plagued the three of them for hours on end.

With a swift movement of its tail, the reptilian creature wrapped its tail around Scott's ankle before throwing the wolf against the mirror, smashing the pieces over his head as it all dropped to the floor. Scott had picked up a shard as his defense mechanism against the creature that crawled closer to him with the transparent claws that had the ability to paralyze. As it stared until the shard of glass at its own reflection all four of them shared a furrowed brow, Scott who looked between the reptilian creature and the shard and the three that lay weakly on the floor behind the lizard-like specimen. It hissed at its own reflection before fleeing the scene via the skylight that looked over the pool leaving all of them lost for words.

Derek had been able to pull himself slightly off of the floor with the diving board as his paralysis began to wear off while Stiles had his arms wrapped around Kinsey as all of them looked at Scott questioning if they had really witnessed what they just had. Not only was it scared of water but it was scared of its own reflection. None of them could even find it within themselves to argue with Scott about taking so long to come and find them, Stiles had refrained from telling the Alpha and Kinsey that the beta had hung up on his call. They didn't have the energy to fully process what had happened tonight, the fact that they had almost died once again, this time in a pool which was a change from the usual scenes they usually found themselves almost dying.

Scott had provided a quick explanation of how he had come to find the bestiary that wasn't in fact a book but more so an electronic copy on a flash drive that had been in their palms from the beginning of the plan, making almost losing their lives completely avoidable. While Derek attended to his beta Scott made his way back to his car to plug the flash drive into the laptop he had borrowed from Allison before he'd left her house, him ending up at the home of the Argents was a story that Kinsey knew she would have to get from Allison when she got home. But while the other two were consumed in waking up a passed out blonde and searching the bestiary Stiles had taken Kinsey to the locker room to get her a change of clothes from his locker, explaining where she had been tonight would have been a lot harder when she walked in completely drenched. Kinsey configured a small plan of how she would explain herself and the wet hair she was bound to walk in with, it would open a world of questions, but at the same time, she was confident that Chris and Victoria wouldn't want to ask too many. They wouldn't want to know the details of what story she was going to give them.

Stiles had pulled out an old t-shirt and a pair of joggers from his locker, passing them to the girl who stood dithering with her arms wrapped around her, surprised that Stiles didn't seem to be phased by his wet clothes to the point he didn't even care about changing his own clothes.

"I feel like I'm having deja-vu." Kinsey laughed lightly as she looked down at the pieces of fabric in her hands, a t-shirt, and joggers just like what he had given her when she had turned up at his house soaked from head to toe like she was tonight. Stiles laughed at the brunette's comment as he turned to look at her, completely gob-smacked as he turned to see her pulling off her dress right in front of him rather than moving out of his line of sight like she would have expected.

"Woah, Woah, Woah," Stiles repeated in a panic as he tried to refrain from looking in her direction until his eyes ended up looking at her again. "Woah."

Kinsey pulled the shirt over her head. "Stiles, I think if we almost just drowned we're close enough to see each other in our underwear." Kinsey joked before sitting down to pull on the bottoms too while Stiles still stood practically star-struck as he awkwardly rubbed the nape of his neck not knowing what to say to that. What was he supposed to say when he'd just seen the girl he liked in her underwear or when she made it sound like it wouldn't be the last time it would happen? "By the way, I think I should give you a bit of a heads up." She spoke before she began explaining what her plan to tell her aunt, uncle, and granddaughter was when she got home, only leaving the boy struggling for words more than he already was. But ultimately he had agreed to go along with what she had said, even if he did have some concerns.

In her new attire, Kinsey walked out of the school with Stiles over to the wolf who stood with the laptop placed on the trunk of his car scrolling through the pages of the bestiary, as soon as they had gotten close enough to see what was on the screen a confused expression passed over their faces, matching the same one that Scott had on his as he turned to the girl he assumed would know the most about this. One, because she had known what a bestiary was too, and no, not the thing with the animals and the humans, second, it was her family's creation.

"Is it French?" He asked as they all looked at the unfamiliar language on the screen.

"Is it even a language?" Stiles asked.

"Not any language I know, and definitely not French." Kinsey shook her head.

"Then how are we supposed to figure out what this thing is?"

"It's called the Kanima." Derek's voice answered the wolf's question as he approached them still dripping with water with a now conscious Erica strutting beside him as if nothing had ever happened to her, but compared to what the rest of them had been through tonight, it was nothing. Even Scott who hadn't been there most of the night had seen more traumatic scenes tonight than the blonde who was there the entire time, she was just asleep.

"You knew the whole time." Stiles assumed, in a pretty pissed tone.

Derek shook his head. "No. Only when it was confused by its own reflection."

"It doesn't know what it is." Scott retorted, beginning to piece together the puzzle.

"Or who."

"Well, what else do you know?" Kinsey asked curiously.

"Just stories. Rumors."

"But it's like us?" Scott asked as he gestured between himself and the two wolves.

"A shapeshifter, yes. But it's not right. It's like a..."

"An abomination," Stiles spoke up, to which Derek nodded in agreement before walking away, prepared to leave the conversation at that. There was nothing else to be said about the Kanima, it was simply an abomination who was killing people and had almost killed them, indirectly. J

Just as the Alpha took a few steps Scott shouted him again, turning the older wolf's head back to him as he suggested working together to overcome the Kanima. As well as involving the Argents as he nodded to the one that stood right beside him as she nodded in agreement, even with how dangerous she knew it was to get her family involved it seemed like a logical answer. They were trained to hunt those who hunt us, which was the perfect explanation as to what the Kanima was, and with the added fact that the Kanima had tried to kill her tonight, it wouldn't be hard to convince Gerard and Chris of the danger that this creature threatened. Of course, even with these points, it wouldn't be as easy convincing Derek to trust the very people who murdered his entire family, which Kinsey could understand, but if he seemed to trust her as an Argent she was unable to see why he couldn't trust the rest of her family, even Allison, just until they had found a way to kill the Kanima who was killing a string of people around town.

"You trust them?" Derek snarled, looking straight past the youngest Argent who couldn't deny that she was offended that he still spoke of them as if they were some kind of vermin, even he who shall not be named was named more than them.

"Nobody trusts anyone." Scott deadpanned. "That's the problem. While we're here arguing about who's on what side, there's something scarier, stronger, and faster than any of us, and it's killing people! And we still don't even know anything about it!" Scott yelled at the wolf at the top of his lungs taking all of them back, he'd never yelled about anything with so much passion.

But even his passion couldn't shake a stubborn Hale.

"I know one thing." Derek deadpanned. "When I find it, I'm gonna kill it."

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Kinsey walked into the Argent home, her hair still wet and thrown into a messy ponytail, the small amount of makeup she had on smudged beneath her eyes as she made an attempt to sneak into the house. Though she had her plan for what she would tell her grandfather, aunt and uncle she would have preferred if she didn't have to tell them at all, that would work out better for all of them. But of course, those chances were very slim with an aunt like Victoria who had some kid of inclined maternal hearing that meant any time her child or her niece walked into the house she knew about it. And when one of them had missed dinner with the family she wanted to know why. A sense of dread filled the brunette as she heard the sound of heels clicking across the marble floor getting closer to the foyer where she stood confirming that she hadn't escaped.

Victoria came into light with a scowl across her face, behind her walked Chris with folded arms, as both of them noticed the girls wet hair and how her attire had changed since she'd left the house this morning. Especially how this new attire definitely belonged to a male. Both of their looks of disapproval had quickly turned to a look of confusion and slight digust as they looked her up and down trying to figure out the two questions they were left with. Where had she been and what had she been doing?

As if matters couldn't be made any worse Allison appeared from upstairs, practically skipping down the stairs until she'd stopped sharply at the sight of her parents and Kinsey stood in the foyer in complete, awkward silence.

"You missed dinner." Victoria spoke up, clearing her throat. "Where have you been?"

"With Stiles." Kinsey deadpanned wondering if her aunt would be willing to leave the conversation there or if she would be her usual self and begin to push and push until she got a more detailed answer, one that she'd regret hearing.

"With Stiles?" Chris asked.

"With Stiles." She repeated again.

"With Stiles?" Victoria asked.

"With Stiles."

Allison stood on the stairs with a slight grin across her face that she attempted to cover with her hand but nothing would be able to disguise how humorous she found what Kinsey was doing, she could see exactly where this was going and she knew it wouldn't end well.

"Doing what... with Stiles?" Chris asked again, awkwardly.

Kinsey answered with a simple head tilt to reference what they all knew she was talking about but the two adults hadn't wanted to admit that to themselves, both still in denial about Allison let alone their niece too. But one thing had come to slight relief- at least Stiles wasn't a werewolf he just so happened to be the best friend to the one they'd banned Allison from dating. At just the right time the front door had opened beside them revealing Gerard in his large coat that he had lent to Allison during the game and his hat, none of them had known where the man had disappeared to after dinner but after their experience of asking Kinsey they weren't so willing to question the man. The last thing they needed was to know that he was up to no good too.

Gerard paused in front of his youngest granddaughter looking her up and down with a raised brow and concerned look, Victoria and Chris dreading he'd ask the same question as they did.

"You really shouldn't go out with wet hair, Ley, you'll catch a cold." The man said simply before walking into the living room where Chris and Victoria followed leaving Kinsey to breathe a deep sigh of relief as she looked to Allison who still stood on the stairs with a grin across her face.

"We have some catching up to do," Kinsey said as she pointed her index finger at the older brunette before pushing her upstairs and back to her bedroom so they could discuss tonight, as well as showing Allison the bestiary on the flash drive.

Bleary-eyed with her knees pulled up to her chest and her chin resting on them Kinsey stared at the bestiary on the laptop that sat on the desk in front of her, she'd been sat in the same position for at least four hours now. It was coming close to three in the morning and she hadn't slept a wink despite how tired she felt after almost drowning tonight, she couldn't sleep without knowing what a Kanima really was and what it meant for this town. What it meant for her. But that was only one of her concerns. The other was that somewhere within this book that she couldn't even understand was an answer as to how she had been able to feel when Erica was in danger and about to fall from the climbing wall and how she'd felt when Lydia was in distress like she was at the ice rink. It couldn't be shrugged off as intuition, in a town like Beacon Hills it couldn't be something as simple as intuition. Maybe if it had just been Lydia she could've shrugged it off as just knowing when something was wrong with her best friend but with Erica too, a girl that she had only known as the person she shared a desk within math class who she had happened to help during a terrifying seizure, it couldn't be given the same excuse.

In the time she'd spent staring at the screen letting it burn her eyes she'd been trying to figure out what language it was all written in, both she and Allison had come to the assumption that it was some type of Latin but it was language neither them or google translate knew of.

As a soft knock sounded on her bedroom door Kinsey quickly shut her computer before she jumped up to find out who was at her door at almost three o'clock in the morning and why they were awake too, she knew she had been quiet enough not to wake anyone up. It was hard not to be quiet when you'd been sat in the same position staring blankly at a screen for hours.

"Gerard," Kinsey said softly, taking away from her surprise as she tried not to wake anyone up.

"I saw your bedroom light was still on. It's quite late."

"Yeah." Kinsey nodded. "I'm just, uh, doing some homework." She muttered as she rubbed the nape of her neck hoping he didn't ask too much detail about said homework, his intimidation made it especially hard to lie to him. Harder than it was to lie to someone else.

"Do you mind?" Gerard asked as he gestured into the girl's bedroom as his way of asking permission to come in, despite the ungodly hour and how nervous her own grandfather made her feel Kinsey nodded as she stepped aside allowing him in. While he took a seat on the edge of her bed the brunette sat back down at her desk dreading anything that would come from his mouth as she wrapped her arms around herself, pulling the baggy t-shirt of Stiles closer to her body. Before talking Gerard pulled out his small container, popping a few of his pills as she'd often seen him do, but she didn't have the confidence to question. "We haven't spoken as much as I would have liked since my arrival. I know you young ones don't like to be seen by old people like me. But I want to ask, and I want you to trust me enough you can give me an honest answer." The man continued as Kinsey grew more nervous.

"Okay." She mumbled nervously.

"Trust is a commodity our family holds very high, you know" Gerard continued as the brunette bowed her head unable to properly meet his eyes as he talked so highly about trust, maybe she had gotten her lying ability from her mother but one thing she hadn't gotten was her mother's ability of manipulation. "And my daughter... Well, your mother died doing what she thought was right. Her intentions may have been a bit misguided."

"That's an understatement." Kinsey retorted under her breath.

Gerard chuckled. "I like that. Oh. You remind me of her. She challenged me, too. And she got that from her own mother. You're a lot like Kinsley too. Strong-minded, passionate, cunning."

"Is that what you want me to do? Challenge you?"

"I want you to trust me." Gerard corrected the brunette as she swallowed the lump in her throat, wishing this conversation would end sooner rather than later. "You're gonna find yourself put in a position where you question the trust of people close to you, even your closest friends. And when that happens, you have to know the trust you never question is family."

Kinsey nodded though she disagreed with his statement. But then she couldn't understand why she felt the need to agree with him, she didn't need to. Nor did she want to. "You know, that's a very hard opinion to share when my family spent sixteen years lying to me. And not just about the whole werewolves and hunter thing but Kate lied to me about much more than that, almost everything. You know she could never give me a straight answer about my father? Who he was, where she met him, why he isn't in my life? So I'm sorry but I don't agree."

"Your father is a man I can't tell you about, dear. That was a secret that she kept from almost everyone."

"Almost?"

"Yes. She told your grandmother, but even she had sworn herself to secrecy. For your own good, that's what the two of them would always say." Gerard nodded, clearly he was still curious as to who her father was just as much as she was but the man shook off the thought. "Now, we're straying a little off-topic. What I wanted to ask you was can I trust you, Kinsey?"

Kinsey paused for a moment before nodding with a quiet. "Yeah."

"Not, "yeah"!" Gerard yelled, not caring about waking anyone up at three o'clock in the morning. "Speak with conviction! Yes or no?"

"Yes." She deadpanned. "You can trust me."

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as i write this inheritance has just hit 6k reads. to some bigger writers it may not seem like a lot but i honestly nearly cried when i saw it. little old me. lately, I've been losing motivation on writing, especially with this book, because frankly I just want to get to season 3. but seeing those views and votes go up every day is what powers me through. so thank you <3

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