The Huntress {Stiles Stilinski}

Venomous - It's Jackson

  Raelynn's P.O.V.

I pick up my flannel shirt from the floor as Stiles pulls up his jeans, giving me a smirk as I flick my hair over my shoulders. "What?" It's a laugh more than anything. 

He shakes his head and puts his hands on my waist, pulling me into him again. I put my hands on his chest, looking up into his eyes. "Raelynn Argent. When did you become this wreckless?"

A smirk tugs at the corners of my lips, and I reach up to kiss him quickly, then whisper in his ear, "Since now." Then I grab my bag and race out to find Allison, leaving Stiles stood in the middle of Coach's office. I meet Allison at her locker, where she's pulling out papers from the bestiary. "Hey."

"Hey," she smiles, and I look oddly at her.

"What?" I ask, raising an eyebrow and then looking down at myself to make sure I put every piece of clothing back on.

"Oh, nothing," she says, closing her locker and tucking the pages into her bag as we start walking. "Just that you seem to have a certain glow around you."

"A glow?" I snort.

"Yep." Allison pops the 'p', and I look up at her with a weird look, and she shoves my shoulder and bursts into laughter. "Rae, honestly." I don't say anything else, I just keep walking and laughing. It's good to laugh with Allison, like we used to before all of this started.

Allison knocks on the guidance counselor's office door, waiting for it to be opened. "Ms. Morrell." Allison smiles warmly as Ms. Morrell looks at us.

"We were wondering if you could help us with something," I say, shifting my bag on my shoulder.

"Of course," Ms. Morrell says, opening her door wider so we can walk inside. Allison hands her the pages as we stand in front of her desk, Allison clutching her file awkwardly. I watch as Ms Morrell's eyes skim over the pages, and it's obvious she's confused when she looks up at us. "Do you mind me asking where you got this? A book?"

"Um, a family heirloom," Allison says smoothly.

"Interesting family," Ms. Morrell chuckles.

I snort and say under my breath, "You don't know the half of it." Allison nudges my shoulder gently to tell me to shut up, so I do.

"I'm pretty familiar with most romance languages, but this is a little out of my reach," Ms Morrell says, shaking her head.

"Can you give it a shot?" Allison asks.

"All right," Ms Morrell sighs. "Um - 'Kan -im - a' . . . Do I have that right?" Allison and I nod our heads yes. "'Like the wolf, it's power is greatest at the moon's peak.'" She speaks slowly, trying to translate it as best she can. "Huh. Sounds like a werewolf." She laughs, and I do an awkward laugh while Allison manages to do a normal one. "Oh, there's some words here I don't recognize."

"Just try," Allison says gently. "Please."

"Could I hold onto it for a bit?" Ms Morrell asks.

"Now is better," I say immediately, and when Allison gives me a look, I smile. "Please."

"All right," she sighs. "Um - 'Like the wolf, the kanima is a social creature, but where the wolf seeks a pack, the kanima seeks a friend.'"

"'A friend', what does that mean?" asks Allison.

"Maybe it's lonely," Mrs Morrell suggests, and something clicks in my head.

"Like a teenager," I say quietly, and Allison looks over to me, her eyebrows slightly raised.


"Why are we coming out here again?" I ask Scott as we walk over to where Boyd is standing by the lacrosse benches.

"We need to stop Derek from killing Lydia," Scott says, determination clear on his face. "Also, if something goes wrong, you'll heal. Stiles won't."

"Fair point," I say. I'm happy that I stuffed my bag into my locker before I came out here, but now I have nothing to nervously pull on, so instead I pull on my flannel shirt. "We want to talk to Derek," I say, knowing Boyd will hear me before we've even got close.

"Talk to me," he says simply, staying still and letting us come to him.

"We don't want to fight," Scott says.

"Good," Boyd answers, walking slowly over to us now that we're closer. "'Cause I'm twice the size of both of you."

I snort, but my eyes widen when we're stood in front of him. "True. Really true, actually."

"But wanna know what I think?" Scott asks, and I turn my head to look at him. "I'm twice as fast." He moves suddenly, gripping Boyd's legs and throwing him onto the ground on his back. I jump at the speed, not expecting it, and then I jump again when Derek appears beside Boyd after he stands up.

"Derek, man, you trying to give someone a heart attack?" I ask, scrunching a part of my hair into my fist and turning around in a circle. "God-"

"She didn't pass the test," Derek says, staring at Scott after glancing at me.

"Yeah, which doesn't prove anything," I say quickly.

"Lydia's different," Scott says.

"I know," Derek nods. "At night she turns into a homicidal walking snake."

"I'm not gonna let you kill her," I growl, and Derek smiles.

"Oh," he chuckles. "Who said I was gonna do it?" I glance back to Scott, who turns his head to look back at the school, which is when I realize Erica and Isaac are in there. Dammit. Scott makes to run, but Boyd seemed to have sensed it, because he throws his arm out, stopping Scott from running, instead throwing him to the ground. I wince as I watch, then look back to Derek. "I don't know why you two think you have to protect everyone now, but even so, Lydia has killed people and she's gonna do it again, and next time, it's gonna be one of us."

"What if you're wrong?" Scott asks from the floor.

"She was bitten by an Alpha," Derek states. "It's her."

"You saw that thing up close," I argue. "You know it's not like us."

"But it is!" Derek says. "We're all shapeshifters. You don't know what you're dealing with. It happens rarely and it happens for a reason."

"What reason?" Scott asks, propping himself up on his elbows.

"Sometimes the shape you take reflects the person that you are." He reaches down and holds his hand out for Scott, and I prepare myself to see Scott be thrown back on the floor, but Derek just helps him up. Scott stands back to be stood directly beside me. "Even Stiles calls her cold-blooded." I shouldn't feel the pang of jealousy that suddenly spreads throughout my chest, but I do, and I can't help it. It's the way Derek said Stiles, almost like he couldn't believe it himself.

"Well, what if she's immune?" Scott suggests. "What if she's got something inside of her that makes her immune to the bite, which is why she didn't get paralyzed?"

"No one's immune!" Derek says like it's the most idiotic thing anyone has ever said. "I've never seen it or heard of it. It's n - it's never happened."

"Scott, I'm with Derek on this whole 'immune' thing," I say, squinting at Scott who looks at me incredulously. "Hey, look, I've been hunting my entire life and there's been nothing said about people who are immune to werewolf bites. Ever." We stand in silence for a moment, and then I look up. "What about Jackson?"

"What about him?" Derek asks.

"That's why you tested him, isn't it?" I say. "Because you gave him what he wanted, didn't you?"

"Rae -" Derek tries, but Scott interrupts.

"Peter said the bite either kills you or turns you," he says loudly. "You were probably hoping that he would die. But nothing happened, right? And you have no idea why, do you?"

"No," Derek answers flatly.

"Well, I have a theory," Scott continues. "Lydia's immune, and somehow she passed it onto Jackson. You know I'm right."

"No!" Derek shouts.

"You cannot do this!" I shout, getting a little bit into Derek's face.

"Look, I can't let her live!" he retorts, shouting back at me. "You should have known that. You both should have known that!"

I growl, getting really close to him now, but he stays where he is. "I saved your life. Do you remember that? When Kate told me to kill you, I let you go! I saved your goddamn life, so -" I shove Derek, getting angry, " -if it weren't for me, you wouldn't be stood here today, all badass Alpha."

"Rae, stop," Scott says, pulling me back. I calm myself down, worried that my eyes might flash, and Scott keeps his hand on my arm as he looks back at Derek. "I was hoping I would convince you to let her live, but then - I wasn't counting on it." Derek looks back, his face registering pure confusion.


Scott and I are racing down the hallways, trying to get back to the Jeep before Stiles, Allison and Jackson take Lydia back to Scott's house.

"McCall!" I hear Coach yell, and Scott and I come to a halt in the corridor.

"Go," Scott hisses to me. I look back at him, and he waves his hand. "Go, I'll meet you there."

I nod and take off running, making it to the parking lot as the Jeep turns out of the school parking lot. "Dammit." I hiss. Clutching my bag, I take off in the direction of Scott's house. I don't know how long it takes me, but the Jeep is parked outside when I get there.

I race up the porch, trying to open the front door, but it's locked. "Hey!" I shout. "Stiles?"

"Rae?" Stiles asks, and I hear several locks being opened before the door reveals Stiles. He grabs me in his arms and pulls me inside, and I groan as I'm stood awkwardly in his arms. He kisses me once, but it's long and hard, and I hear several complaints.

"Ew, really with the PDA?" Jackson snaps.

"With my sister?" Allison says. "Okay, would you just stop." She grasps my shoulders and pulls us apart, and my lips are swollen from his kiss, just like his are. "Where's Scott?"

"Uh - he, uh, he got stopped by Coach in the hall," I say. "He told me not to wait for him, that he'll meet us here." Stiles quickly puts all the locks back on the door, and Lydia looks at him with a very confused/concerned expression.

"Uh, there's been a few break-ins around the neighborhood," Stiles says quickly, answering her looks. Her eyes then land on me, and I nod while touching my lips gently, and Jackson and Allison nod, too. He grabs a chair by the door, shoving it under the handle so it can't be turned. She looks at him, her eyes demanding an answer for that, too. "And a murder." My eyes widen as I look at him. "Yeah, it was bad."

Allison makes a face at Jackson, her eyes flicking from him and then to the side, and he rolls his eyes as he takes a deep breath.

"Lydia, follow me," he says with a clenched jaw. "I need to talk to you for a minute."

She sighs, throwing her arms out to the sides. "Seriously? What is going on with everyone?" They walk off down the hall, and I look to Stiles who grins at me, and I shake my head while keeping my fingers on my lips.


As the sun starts to go down, and Stiles stays by the window looking out for Derek and his little pack, they turn up, standing opposite Scott's house. My eyes widen as I step back from the window, and Allison grabs Stiles's phone, dialing Scott's number.

"It's me," she says. "You need to get here now. Right now." She hangs up after Scott says something, and Stiles steps back from the window so he's not in sight of Derek and his pack but he can still see them. Then he and Allison step by each of the windows on either side of the door, looking out at the pack, before they let the net curtains fall back over the windows.

"Oh, jeez," Stiles murmurs, clasping my hand in his after he runs his hand over his hair.

I look over to Allison and see her doing something on her phone, and I narrow my eyes. "What are you doing?"

"I think - I think I have to call my dad," she says, glancing up and looking slightly panicked.

"Are you crazy?" I whisper-hiss. "First of all, hello, hi - I'm here. He will kill me on sight if he so much as finds me being anywhere near Derek. Second, you and Scott-"

"I know," Allison sighs, rubbing her forehead. "But what are we supposed to do? They're not here to scare us, they're here to kill Lydia." She doesn't put her phone down, but she doesn't dial Dad either.

"This can't be happening," I sigh, leaning against the wall beside Stiles. He lets go of my hand to start pacing, and then he comes back to the windows, standing beside me.

"I got an idea," he says, and I notice he's looking down at the crossbow in Allison's hand; when did she pick up her crossbow? Allison turns to look at him, and I move away from the wall so I'm stood a little further away from them but in the way of the door. "Just shoot one of 'em."

"Are you serious?" Allison whispers.

"We told Scott we could protect ourselves, so let's do it," Stiles says. "Or at least give it a shot, right?"

"Okay," she says.

"Look, they don't think we're gonna fight, so if one of them gets hit, I guarantee they'll take off. So just shoot one of 'em."

"Which one?" she asks.

"Uh - Derek," Stiles says, without much time to think. "Yeah, shoot him, preferably in the head."

I chuckle. "As much as I would love that, if Scott was able to catch an arrow, Derek definitely can." Allison nods in agreement.

"Okay, uh, just shoot one of the other three instead," Stiles says.

"You mean two," Allison corrects.

"No, I mean three," Stiles says, leaping to the window to see. "Where the hell is Isaac?"

Allison's breathing starts to increase, and so does mine, until I think about this like a normal hunt, except my weapons are now claws and fangs. Suddenly, Allison is disarmed and is thrown to the floor, and then Stiles is thrown to the side. Isaac walks over to him, but I leap onto his back, sending him to the ground. I growl in frustration as I throw him out of the way.

Isaac gets back up and throws me to the wall, my head connecting with it, sending me to the ground. I start to see double, and then I see him dragging Stiles down the hall. I growl, feeling my claws come out, and chase Isaac down the hall, kicking him off of Stiles. Suddenly, Isaac falls to the floor, and Scott is stood there, a smirk on his lips.

"Well, someone knows how to make an entrance," I chuckle, my fangs and claws retracting as I reach down to help Stiles up. I press my hand to his cheek. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good," he says, although he sounds a little pained. Allison comes downstairs, her crossbow on her shoulder, a triumphant look on her face. Scott quickly heads upstairs, before then signalling me to grab Isaac, which I do, and Scott and I throw them out onto the lawn by Derek and Boyd's feet.

Scott, Allison, Stiles and I step out onto the porch, staring at Derek, who is smirking at us.

"I think I'm finally getting why you keep refusing me, Scott," he says. "You're not an omega; you're already an Alpha of your own pack." Scott looks back to us briefly, and I stand with my chin in the air. "But you know you can't beat me."

"We can hold you off until the cops get here," I hiss. The sirens distract Derek, and he looks down the road to where they're coming from, and then he looks up.

The four of us jump down off of the porch and look up to Scott's roof, seeing the kanima crawl across it slowly. It turns to look at us, hissing loudly. Stiles wraps his arm around me, and I press my hand into his chest, over his heart, while Scott puts his arm around Allison. It jumps down off of the roof and into the night.

Derek looks down to a paralyzed Erica and a knocked out Isaac, and then to Boyd. "Get them out of here."

Footsteps from Scott's house make us look up, and Lydia comes marching out onto the porch, determination clearly showing on her face. My eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"Would somebody please tell me what the hell is going on?" she demands, and Derek looks over to us as it all falls into place.

"It's Jackson," Scott says, saying what I was thinking. I look to Stiles, who then glances back at Lydia, and then to Scott, as we realize Lydia was never the creature. Jackson's true form is a snake.