Teen Wolf: All Grown Up

14. Time to Dance

I had to tell them. A mass-murdering lizard, would you not call in trained hunters?

Derek could be left to his own devices. However, he couldn't train his betas, so leaving him to hunt Jackson is not a good idea. We had to step in, but not before we let Derek try.

When Derek failed, Chris stepped in. It made the most tactical sense, the best combination of experience and ability in combat. Striding towards the monster and emptying a magazine clip into its torso. I was severely shocked when it dropped. I had seen it before, it seemed stronger than that.

My uncle's gaze shifted. He was looking for Derek. Trust me, I wanted Derek dead. Yet, we could kill werewolves easily. It is what we did. Kanima's? We were less experienced. His lapse in judgement was a severe error, as the beast threw Chris into a concrete pillar.

Me and Gerard were outside the car. Grasping onto a wolfsbane pistol, I aimed it towards the Kanima.

"Don't" Gerard ordered. I stood down and lowered my gun.

Is this some kind of training? Surely Gerard doesn't want to see me killed.

What happened next is what altered the entire way I saw my place in this situation.

The Kanima didn't attack.

It looked at us. Observed us. Thought something over.

Mr McCall interrupted my thoughts by pushing the Kanima away.

Whilst I appreciated the gesture, I needed more time. A lot more time. I needed to know why it didn't attack. It had every opportunity to attack and kill us because of Gerards actions, why didn't it?

Gerard had to know something I don't. Why else would he tell me not to defend myself? Unlike Chris, I wouldn't have lost focus. I could have got the job done.

I darted away after Scott but bumped into Stiles along the way. Normally I would greet the frail pasty boy but this was hunter business, he cant cloud my judgement. Jackson had to be put down. He guided me towards where Scott was.

Both Scott and Stiles spoke among themselves. However, I noticed the sign on the wall and knew it rang a bell. I heard about this earlier, but only just realised.

"Armani" Scott announced.

"Danny" I said in unison. This was the club Danny wanted me to meet him at. Guess he's getting his wish.

Scott proceeded to rip the door off with his supernatural strength. I went in first and went off to protect my friend and attempt to fit in.

Rushing past sweaty club goers, having a sticky back brush my against my forearm, I see Danny alone at the bar. His sulking face and defeated face made his mood apparent.

I adjust my denim jacket as I approached Danny. I needed to not look like I've just been chasing down a mass murdering lizard. I chose to keep with my serious face, even though Danny needed the consolation.

"Cheer up, who shot your puppy? Want me to kill them for you?" I said throwing my arm around my friend. He jumped at the sudden contact followed by a faint smile.

Before responding, his drink was finished before I could blink. "Ex seems to be enjoying himself." His eyes suddenly brightened. "Dance with me but take your jacket and T-shirt off." Danny pleaded already taking off my favourite denim.

He really needed to get out of here. Jackson was coming to kill him, for some apparent reason. But his eyes were of a puppy dog and my topless torso was the treats.

"You have one dance." I bargained. I can keep an eye on Jackson for three minutes. "After that you are getting your upset ass out of this club and I'm driving your car home. Deal?"

Danny rolled his eyes and looked towards my stomach. Fine, top is coming off. I've worn less on a mission, this is a fair bit. Just like that the top came off and was tucked into my jeans and Danny stole my jacket.

Some music, which really wasn't my thing, was blasting through the speakers as Danny and I dirty danced. Only difference between the two of us, his eyes were glue onto his ex and mine were searching for the Kanima.

Drop. Drop. Drop.

Bodies started to drop in front of us. Just before the tail reached Danny completely I dropped to the floor holding him. However he still got paralysed by the graze of venom.

"Don't move." I told Danny. It worked earlier for Gerard and I. If we didn't move at least it could at least think we were dead.

Danny looked at me, still wrapped up in my denim jacket. At least he will be kept warm until the Kanima leaves.