Another Argent.

Raving.

Melanie's POV

Uncle Chris took Allie and I to the Morgue at the hospital. He walks over to one of the bodies that were covered by the white sheets. He stands at one of them, reading a tag. "This one. Sean." He walks away from the two of us. "Sean was killed by this thing Gerard says is kind of a shapeshifter. It hasn't been around for centuries."

"The thing you shot outside the club the other night." Allison says.

Uncle Chris nods. "South American legend we know of calls it the Kanima." I nod as he points to a woman's body. "This one. Jessica."

"The police think it was done by someone else." He tells us. "We think it's a person who's controlling this other shapeshifter. That means two killers, girls." He says to us. I look down. "One human, one not. You know, the question I had after Gerard first told me about our family, 'Why us?' and he quoted Winston Churchill. 'The price of greatness is responsibility.'" He says to us. I sigh. "Personally I think it's more about knowledge. But we know the truth. We know about the world. That makes us responsible. For a young couple, their newborn daughter. Anyone that doesn't have the power to defend themselves. Are you both starting to get it?"

"I get that this isn't a lecture." Allison says to him.

"It's an interrogation." I say to them.

"That depends on what you know." Chris says to us. "Gerard showed me the library. Cameras didn't catch anything, but do you really think a little high school fight can explain the amount of damage? We know you're both trying to protect your friends, but people are dying." He tells us. I look down. "A child was orphaned. What you both know makes you both responsible." He says and pulls the sheet off Jessica's dead body. "It makes you responsible for this."

Allison and I both look away, only looking at Uncle Chris. "What do you want us to tell you?" Allison asks, her voice shaking.

He walks closer to us. "Anything you know. Anything that can lead us to answering the one question that might mean everything. Who controls the Kanima?" He says. Allison and I both look at each other.

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The next morning Scott, Stiles and I were in Stiles' jeep, as Stiles pulled into a parking space. The three of us getting out of the jeep. I hold onto Stiles hand as we walked towards the bike rack and school.

"There's gotta be some other way to get tickets, right?" Scott asks.

"It's a secret show." Stiles tells him. "There's only one way, and it's a secret."

Matt walks up to us, "Hey." We look at him. "Either one of you know why no one's getting suspended after what happened the other day at school?" He asks us.

"Just forget about it, nobody got hurt." Stiles tells Matt.

"I--I had a concussion." Matt says.

"Well, nobody got seriously hurt." Stiles says.

I roll my eyes. Matt just really creeped me out.

"I was in the ER for six hours." Matt tells us.

"Hey, do you want to know the truth Matt?" Stiles asks him. He bends to the ground, holding his hand a few inches off the ground. "Your little bump on the head is about this high on our list of problems." Stiles tells him. Stiles fixes his bag on his shoulder.

"Are you okay?" Scott asks him.

"I'm fine now." Matt tells him. "You didn't get any tickets last night either?" He asks Scott.

"Are they still selling?" Scott asks him.

"Uh, no but I managed to find two online." Matt says. "You should keep trying. Sounds like everybody's gonna be there." Matt says then leaves.