Lone Wolf: Teen Wolf (Book 2 Season 2) Sequel to Unexpected Nature

"I think I already know."

Mia's Perspective

I got out of bed and brushed out my hair. I ran my hands from my head to my toes I looked in the full mirror and saw I was wearing a black tank top, Vintage Denim Jacket, Royal Bones By Tripp Blood Red And Black Split Leg Skinny Jeans, and Charlotte Russe Black Lace-Up Combat Boots. I tapped my head and a Kingfansion 1PC Fashion Cool Adjustable Snapback that said 'DOPE', in gold on it, on backwards. I tapped my eyelid and lips and looked at my makeup. I took the case off my phone and put my Harry Potter Deathly Hallows Galaxy Case on my phone. I grabbed my backpack and keys, running downstairs and out to my car. I got in and turned it on. 

I drove to school and parked. I grabbed my backpack and walked in. I found Cameron and kissed his cheek, him smirking. 

"Ready for class?" I asked.

"Yeah. What about you?" He asked closing his locker and putting the lock on it. 

"Yep, I'm good to go." I said and we walked towards the classroom. I sat down next to Scott and Cameron sat behind me. Stiles ran in sat behind Scott.

"I just talked to my dad, who just talked to Jackson, and I've got really terrible, horrible very very bad news." He said.

"I think I already know." Scott said and pointed to Isaac sitting in front of me. I leaned forward and grabbed the collar of his leather jacket. I leaned into his ear and whispered.

"Don't think I don't know what you did. I know what you, Erica, and Derek did. Anything else to try and kill someone. The next dead person in Beacon Hills will be you." I said and let go. He turned around to me. I just slapped his forehead and turned his head back to the front of the class.

~Time Skip~ 

Cameron and I walked out of class following Stiles and Scott.

"I only found one thing online called the Kanima. It's a werejaguar from South America that goes after murderers. 

"That thing was not a jaguar." I cut in.

"Yeah and I'm not exactly a murderer." Stiles said. 

"Well you did see it kill somebody." Cameron started.

"Which is probably why it tried to kill you." I added.

"And it's still trying to kill you and it probably won't stop until you're dead." Scott said and walked away.

"Just to be clear, that's not where I was headed with that." I said. 

"You know sometimes I really begin to question this "friendship"." Stiles said and made quotations with his fingers. We followed them and towards our next class, which was with Coach Finstock. Stiles was next to Scott, I was behind Stiles -going through the textbook-,and Cameron was behind me. Jackson walked in and sat behind Scott. 

"Hey, testical left, right, side and diagonal," I rolled my eyes," What the hell is a Kanima?"  

We all looked at Jackson. Coach slammed his book on the desk.

"Alright listen up, quick warning before our review, some of you-like McCall and Smith- might wanna start your own study group." I looked at Coach and then back at Jackson.

"Because, tomorrow's midterm is so profoundly difficult, I'm not even to sure I could pass it. Okay I need a volunteer at the board to answer the first question. 

"Paralyzed from the neck down, do you have any idea what that feels like?" Jackson asked.

"Mia and I familiar with the sensation." Stiles said.

"Wait, why would Derek test you? Why would he think it's you?" I asked.

"How should I know?" Jackson said, mouth clenched.

"Do they think it's Lydia?" Cameron asked.

"I don't know, all I heard was her name and chemistry." Jackson said and Cameron and I faced forward. 

"Jackson! Do you have something you wanna share with the rest of the class?" Coach asked.

"Ummm. Just an undying admiration for my Coach." Jackson said.

"That's really kind of you." Coach smiled.

"Now shut up! Shut it! Anyone else" Coach yelled and walked to the front of the class. Scott pulled Stiles to him and they whispered.

"How do we know it's not her?" 

"Because I looked into the eyes of that thing, okay? And what I saw was pure evil, and when I look into Lydia's eyes I only see fifty percent evil. Alright, maybe sixty. But not other forty on a good day.

"Stiles, it's not a very good argument." Scott shook his head. 

"I'm aware of that, but I swear it's not her. It can't be. Lydia's fine." Stiles protested. They got back to working. Coach called Lydia to the board and she walked up. She started writing something and started screaming and crying. I looked at Cameron and he was just as confused as I was. Lydia turned around and Coach started calling her name. She came out her trance and looked around. 

"Okay then. Anyone else wanna try answering, this time in English?" Coach asked and everybody started laughing. 

"Get her out of here. I'll tell em' off." I said to Cameron. He nodded and walked up to Lydia, leading her out of the room. I got up and stepped onto Coach's desk. 

"Hey!" I got their attention. 

"Shut the hell up!" I said again. Some guys in the back laughed again. I jumped from his desk and walked into his office, grabbing a lacrosse stick. I swung it as if it were a Katana. I kept on swinging it as I walked to the group of boys. They stopped laughing as I reached them.

"Now if you wouldn't of laughed again this wouldn't be happening would it?" I asked. They just stared at me and I hit all of them in the head with the end of the Lacrosse stick. 

"Ah, damn." They all groaned and clutched their heads. I threw the stick to Coach and he caught it. I grabbed my backpack right as the bell rung. I put my textbook in my bag and Scott and Stiles followed me to Chemistry. 

"Derek is not gonna kill her without proof." Scott said.

"Alright, so he tests her like he did with Jackson right? But when and where?" Stiles asked. I looked up and saw Erica and Isaac walk in. I saw Lydia flipping through her textbook.

"I think right now." I said.