it's one on one, two for life
thought that you were on my side
lonesome is a state of mind

[fury: season 2, episode 10]
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        "Is she okay?" Sheriff Stilinski asked, looking over at Tara. Currently, Tara was stood at the window. She had pushed the curtains to the side as she stared out into the night sky. Tara wasn't looking at the moon, at least that's what she was telling herself. But she could still feel it, she felt it during the entire duration Lydia's party but Tara tried to hard to ignore it. The scratching seemed to work there, it gave Tara something to focus on. But that wasn't the case anymore, all she could do is stare and hope that she was able to keep herself under control.

Stiles sighed as he gave the girl a sideways glance. "That's a loaded question," he answered with a small shrug.

Sheriff Stilinski blinked. "Uh- okay," he responded, mentally deciding not to ask anymore questions about the girl who was suddenly tagging along with his son and his son's bestfriend. Stiles then pointed to the yearbook that was laying on the desk, drawing his father's attention back to the 'problem at hand'. There was a large red circle around Matt's yearbook photo. Sheriff Stilinski sighed. "So, this kid's the real killer?" he asked.

Stiles nodded. "Yes," he answered confidently.

"No," Stilinski responded, shaking his head.

"Yes!" Stiles repeated in an exasperatedly.

"No."

Stiles sighed once more, throwing his arms up in desperation. "Dad, come on! Everybody knows that the police look for ways to connect victims in a murder, okay? So, all he had to do is, like, look through their transcripts and figure out which class they all had in common," he reasoned.

Honestly, if Tara hadn't already known that Matt was behind most of the murders, she wouldn't have believed Stiles either. And it seemed like his father was thinking the same thing Tara was.

"Yeah, except for the fact that the rave promoter, Kara, wasn't in Harris' class," Stilinski pointed out.

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Alright. Okay, you're right. Sorry. Then I guess they dropped the charges against him?" he asked in a sarcastic manner.

Stilinski blinked. "No, you know what? They're not dropping the charges," he said irritably. "But, that doesn't prove anything!"

"H-" Stiles started, but his dad interrupted him.

"Scott, do you believe this?" he asked his son's friend.

An offended look spread across Stiles' face as Scott answered: "It's really hard to explain how we know this, but you gotta trust us. We know it's Matt," Scott insisted.

"Plus, he's a freak," Tara added, harshly closing the curtains in Stiles' room as she strolled over to the desk where the rest of the group was standing. "Freaks are always behind this shit, aren't they?" she asked, looking directly at Sheriff Stilinski.

A horrified look spread across both Stiles and Scott. "Uh, ignore her dad, she's going through things," Stiles said hurriedly, getting a well-earned glare from the girl. "Point is, he took Harris' car, okay? Look, he knew that if a cop found the tire tracks at one of the murders, and if enough of the victims were in Harris, class, that they'd arrest him!"

Sheriff Stilinski sighed. "Alright, fine. I'll allow the remote possibility," he said giving into his son's antics. "But give me a motive. I mean, why would this kid want most of the 2006 swim team and its coach dead?" he asked.

"Isn't it obvious? Our swim team sucks!" Stiles said. Tara wasn't sure if he was trying to tell a joke or not. "They haven't won in, like, six years!" Clearly, his dad wasn't in the mood for his jokes. Stiles sighed. "Okay, we don't have a motive yet. I mean, come on, does Harris?" he questioned.

Stilinski looked defeated. "What do you want me to do?" he asked.

Stiles and Scott exchanged quick glances. "We need to look at the evidence," Scott insisted.

The sheriff scoffed. "Yeah, that would be in the station, where I no longer work," he said sarcastically.

"Trust me, they'll let you in," Stiles said with a small nod.

"Trust you?" Stilinski asked, shaking his head slowly.

Stiles blinked. "Trust- trust Scott?" he suggested, a little unsure of his own solution.

Stilinski paused for a second before nodding. "Scott, I trust," he answered before looking over at Tara. "What about her? Is she- is she coming with?" he asked as if Tara wasn't in the room with the three of them.

Stiles looked over at Tara, who was tapping her foot impatiently. "Yeah, she kinda has to come with," he admitted. "Like I said, she's had a rough, rough day," he said, looking over at Tara expectantly. Tara furrowed her brows as Scott nudged her in the shoulder, gesturing for her to say something.

"Yeah, my dog died," she said in the most monotone voice she could muster. "It's very sad."

"Right, okay," Stilinski said, not entirely sure how to respond to her. "Let's just, get going shall we?"

Tara didn't love the ride down to the police station. She especially didn't like the fact that she could clearly see the moon out of the car's window. Tara tried not to stare at it, but she couldn't help it. The moon was high in it's path by now, and she could feel it drowning her in it's light. Tara blinked a few times. Maybe if she shut her eyes, Tara wouldn't be able to feel it anymore.

Tara opened her eyes and looked back up. But the moon was still as bright as ever.

Shit.

The girl practically dragged herself forward as she followed Scott, Stiles, and the sheriff into the police station. The deputy who was working the front desk looked extremely tired as the four of them came up to her. "It's 2:00 in the morning," she stated.

"Believe me, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't extremely important," Stilinski said apologetically.

"We look at the hospital stuff first, okay?" Stiles whispered to the both of them.

Scott looked confused. "Why?" he asked quietly.

"Because all the murders were committed by Jackson, except for one. You remember?" Stiles questioned.

Scott nodded. "The pregnant girl, Jessica," he responded.

"Yeah, since Matt had to kill her himself, somebody from the hospital could've seen him," Stiles reasoned.

Tara rubbed the temples on her head. "Oh my god, if you two don't stop talking I swear to god I will get Matt to murder both of you. Seriously, the sound of your voices makes me want to drop dead," she hissed.

Scott and Stiles exchanged another set of quick glances. "Full moon," they said at the same time.

"Guys," Sheriff Stilinski said, nodding to the hallway. Scott and Stiles nodded at the night deputy as they all passed by her, following Stilinski to the sheriff's office.

Tara would rather bang her head against the desk than watch hours of blurry hospital footage. But here she was, staring at the small computer screen, trying to distinguish Matt out of a billion different people that crossed the security camera.

"I don't know, guys, I mean, look at this-" Sheriff Stilinski said, pointing to the footage of the crowded hospital hallway. "There was a six-car pile-up that night. The hospital was jammed," he explained.

Stiles shook his head. "Alright, just keep going," he said as his dad began to fast forward through the footage from that night. "Look, he had to have passed one of the cameras on that floor to get to Jessica, okay. He's gotta be on the footage somewhere."

"Oh, hold on! Stop!" Scott said, pointing to some blob on the camera footage. "Did you see that? Scroll back." Stilinski did as Scott suggested and rewound the footage about three minutes.

"That's him! That's Matt!" Stiles said, pointing to the same indescribable blob that Scott saw.

Tara frowned. "I don't see anything," she said blankly.

"Yeah, all I can see is the back of someone's head," Stilinski said.

"Matt's head!" Stiles insisted. "Yeah! I sit behind him in history. He's got a very distinct cranium! It's weird."

Tara furrowed her brows. "Yeah, no, that's just a blob," she decided.

"It's Matt, get your eyes checked!" Stiles said sassily.

"Are you crazy?" Sheriff Stilinski asked his son.

The boy sighed. "Alright, fine. Then look at his jacket, huh?" he said, pointing at the same blob as before. "How many people do you know who wear black leather jackets?" he asked.

Stilinski blinked. "Millions! Literally!"

"Okay, can we scroll forward?" Scott requested. "There's gotta be a shot of him coming at one of the cameras."

Tara squinted at the screen trying to make out whatever they were seeing. All Tara saw was black and white blobs moving around the screen. There was no way the boys were able to pick Matt out in a line of these neutral, amoeba-looking shapes. Clearly they were seeing something that she wasn't, and if she brought it up to them, they would probably tell her to get glasses or some stupid shit like that. The girl sighed, placing her hands on the edge of the desk.

"Relax," Scott whispered to her.

Tara blinked, looking up at him. "Huh?" she asked.

Scott's eyes flicked down to her hands on the desk. "Relax," he repeated.

Tara looked down at her hands, scratch that, her claws that were digging into the wooden table. "Oh, right," she said slowly, dragging her claws off the surface, secretly hoping that Sheriff Stilinski didn't notice the new scratch marks that were on his desk. "Thanks," she said as she curled her hands into fists once more. Tara had to do something to hide the claws.

"Right there!" Stiles exclaimed, causing Tara to look back up at the computer screen. "Stop, stop! See, there he is again," he said, pointing to another colorless blob on the screen.

His father sighed. "You mean there's the back of his head again," Stilinski said glumly.

"Okay, but look- he's talking to someone," Stiles said, wildly gesturing to the screen once more.

Scott frowned, squinting his eyes as he leaned forward. Tara heard the boy take a sharp inhale. "He's talking to my mom."

Stiles immediately told Scott to pull out his phone and call her, which he obliged to do. Tara waited for a few minutes while Scott talked to his mom, trying to see if she remembered seeing Matt that night.

'Scott, do you know how many people I deal with in a day?' Melissa asked her son.

Scott sighed once more. "This one's sixteen, he's got dark hair, looks like a normal teenager," he started to explain.

"Yeah, he looks evil!" Stiles butted in.

"And he's got an ugly personality. Don't forget that part!" Tara added loudly, earning her a small head shake from Scott.

Tara heard Melissa sigh through the speaker phone. 'Scott, I already talked to the police about this,' she said slowly.

Scott paused for a second before pulling the yearbook toward himself. "Okay, mom. I'm gonna take a picture and send it to you," he decided, taking a quick picture of Matt and quickly sending it to his mom. "Did you get it?" he asked almost instantly.

Melissa took a few seconds to respond before saying, 'Yeah.'

"Do you recognize him? Do you remember him?" Scott asked in quick succession.

'Yeah, I did. I mean, I remember I stopped him because he was tracking mud in the hall,' Melissa stated. 'Scott, what's going on?' she asked.

Scott shook his head. "It's- it's nothing, mom. I'll explain later, I gotta go," he said before hanging up the phone and sticking it back in his pocket.

Sheriff Stilinski instantly grabbed some papers off his desk and stared flipping through them. "We've got shoe prints alongside the tire tracks at the trailer site," he explained, pointing to a scanned image on one of the sheets of paper.

"And, if they match, that puts Matt at the scene of three murders," Stiles continued. "The trailer, the hospital, and the rave."

"Actually, four," Stilinski corrected his son. "A credit card receipt for an oil change was signed by Matt at the garage where the mechanic was killed."

Stiles' eyes widened. "When?"

"A couple hours before you got there," Stilinski said quickly.

"Alright, dad," Stiles started. "If one's an incident, two's a coincidence, and three's a pattern, what's four?" he asked.

"Four's enough for a warrant," Stilinski said firmly. Stiles did a 'yes' motion with his arms as Scott nodded, and Tara was just happy that she wouldn't have to see Matt's face again. "Scott, call your mom back. See how quick she can get here. If I can get an official ID, I can get a search warrant," he explained. "Stiles, T-Tara?" Stilinski continued, a little unsure of the girl's name. "You two go to the front desk. Tell them to let Scott's mom in when she gets here."

Stiles nodded vigorously. "We're on it!" he said instantly, grabbing Tara wrist and dragging the girl out of the room with him before she got a chance to respond to Sheriff Stilinski.

"Okay, let go of me," Tara said, easily wiggling out of the boy's grasp as they got into the hallway. "What the hell are you doing?" She brushed her wrist off as if he had gotten dirt on it or something.

"Dude, your eyes are going crazy right now!" Stiles hissed, completely ignoring Tara's question.

Tara grumbled. "In case you haven't noticed, I don't know how to stop that. Full moon, dipshit, do you remember? And if you didn't want to deal with my problems, you should've let me roam free in the woods killing people," she responded harshly.

"Okay, wolfie, we weren't going to let that happen," Stiles replied. "Now pull yourself together or you're gonna have to answer some tough questions from my dad about your golden, glowing eyes."

Tara blinked, trying not to murder the boy on the spot. "Oh my god relax, you asshole. What the fuck do you want me to do? Huh!? Close my fucking eyes!"

"You know what, that can't hurt!" Stiles snapped as they rounded the corner.

"Fuck you!" Tara spat. "I should've stayed in the room with Scott, not come out here with you!"

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and wolf out on my dad, I don't think so! Okay, maybe you think you have this whole thing under contro,l but from your eyes and your claws," he said, gesturing to the girls hands, which she instantly hid behind her dress. "It's clear to me that you don't, and you might snap. I don't want my dad to be around for that."

Tara grimaced as they reached the entrance to the police station. "I'm not gonna snap, but thank you for your vote of confiden-" she started but her voice cut off as soon as she caught sight of the front desk. The sight before her was frankly horrific. The woman who was at the front desk was now laying down it behind it, several puncture in her chest and lower stomach. Tara's hand immediately shot to her mouth as she took a few steps back. The woman's eyes were glossed over. Tara had no idea how long she had been dead for but it had to have happened sometime after they went into the sheriff's office.

Stiles let out a small, "Oh god," as he laid eyes on the sight in front of the pair.

Tara felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up and whipped around, coming face to face with the man of the hour, Matt.

Tara snarled as she lunged forward toward Matt but he stepped out of the way of her attack, causing the girl to tumble into the wall. She quickly got back up, ready to sink her claws into Matt's flesh but stopped for a split second, nociting the small pistol in his hand. "Not so fast," he taunted. "Do something like that again and a bullet goes straight into his chest." Tara eyes settled on the gun, which was level with Stiles' ribcage. Tara felt her breathing get heavier as she looked over at Stiles, who shook his head slowly. "Get to walking," he said, grabbing Tara's arm and pushing her forward. Tara grunted as he did the same thing to Stiles, forcing him to walk next to her.

"You know, pointing a gun at my back isn't going to help you when I turn around and slit your throat," Tara threated as Matt shoved the pair through the hallway.

"Aw, your actually gonna kill someone, Tara?" Matt said in a mocking tone. "That's cute but we both know you don't have it in you. And if you even lift a finger towards me, a bullet goes in the back of Stiles head, and you don't want his blood on your hands, do you?" Tara snuck a glance toward Stiles, who gulped. He looked about as terrified as Tara felt. Tara didn't say anything more to Matt, but she knew he was right. She didn't want to be responsible for Matt shooting anyone... even if that person was Stiles. "That's what I thought," he said as Tara felt her claws dig deeper into the skin of her palms. "Keep walking," Matt said harshly as Tara felt the cold metal barrel press against her back.

Tara inhaled as she and Stiles continued down the semi-lit hallway. She didn't know if a 'normal' bullet would do anything to her. She hadn't had the pleasure of being shot yet, but Tara didn't want to take any chances. So she played along with whatever Matt had planned and kept walking, keeping her hand behind her back as she did so.

They had reached the office in a matter of seconds. "Go," Matt said as he pushed Tara and Stiles through the door, keeping his gun aimed at both of them. Tara and Stiles trudged into the office, stumbling as Matt pushed them forward once more, moving them toward Scott and Sheriff Stilinski.

"Matt? It's Matt, right?" Stilinski asked, immediately noticing the weapon in the boy's hand. "Matt, whatever's going on, I guarantee you there's a solution that doesn't involve a gun," he said, trying to reason with him.

Matt almost laughed. "You know, it's funn that you say that, because you don't know how right you are," he told Stiles' father.

"I know you don't want to hurt people," Stilinski continued but Matt shook his head.

"Actually, I want to hurt a lot of people," Matt corrected him. "You four weren't on my list, but I could be persuaded," he said, his eyes glancing down to Scott's pocket. "And, one way is to try dialing somebody on your cell phone, like McCall is doing. That?" he said as Scott gulped. "That could definitely get someone hurt. Everyone, now!" he shouted. The boys begruidingly pulled their cell phones out of their pockets and placed them on the table. Tara just stood there. "You too, Tara," Matt said, narrowing his eyes at the girl.

Tara blinked. "It's in my purse. On the chair," she said nodding towards her bag in the chair across from the desk. "You can check if you want, but it's not on me," she insisted. Matt mumbled something under his breath as he lifted up the purse and rummaged through it, tossing Tara's phone on the desk with the rest of the devices. "Told you," she said coldly.

Matt shook his head and tutted. "That attitude is what's gonna get you shot," he told Tara, scoffing as he dropped his bag onto the ground.

Matt then proceeded to make Stiles handcuff his father to one of the jail cells in the other room away from the office. When he got back, he made Tara, Scott, and Stiles delete any evidence of his crimes, the gun still pointed at all three of them. Tara was ripping the papers in half before handing them to Scott, who ran the rest of it through the paper shredder while Stiles took care of all of the online files, wiping all of the files.

"Deleted," Stiles said in an irritable tone. "And we're done. Alright? So, Matt, since all the people you brutally murdered deserved it because they killed you first. Whatever that means. I think we're good here, right? So I'll just get my dad, and we'll go, you know? You can continue on the whole vengeance thing. Enjoy the Kanima."

Tara grimaced as Matt smiled, noticing two headlights pass the sheriff's office window. "Sounds like your mom's here, McCall," the boy said, turning to Scott.

Scott's jaw twitched. "Matt, don't do this," he pleaded. "When she comes to the door. I'll just tell her to leave. I'll tell her we didn't find anything. Please, Matt-"

Matt shook his head slowly. "If you don't move, now. I'm gonna kill Stiles first, then Tara, and then your mom," he stated. Scott gulped once more as he walked over to the door. "Open it," Matt instructed, waiting for the door to open.

"Please," Scott said in a panicked voice.

"Open. The. Door," Matt repeated slowly.

Tara rolled her eyes. "What you have working arms, you can't do it yourself?" she asked sassily.

Matt glared at her girl. "Do you want me to shoot you first?" he asked her seriously.

Tara shrugged. "With the trail of dead body's you've left tonight, I don't think it really matters at this point," she argued.

"Tara, don't," Scott warned the girl but Matt's could respond to her. "I'm opening it," he told Matt as he reached for the door handle. He turned the handle slowly and pull the door towards him, and much to his surprise. It wasn't Melissa McCall standing at the door- it was Derek Hale. "Oh, thank god," Scott breathed out, and for the first time in Tara's life, she was actually grateful to see Derek's presence.

But before the older man could take a step forward, his body slumped over falling to the floor with a dull thud, revealing the half-turned Kanima standing behind him. Tara frowned. "Well, that was underwhelming," she commented, glancing down at the paralyzed Derek.

Matt bent down, also glancing down at Derek, who grumbled. "This is the one controlling him?" he asked in a patronizing manner. "This kid?"

"Well, Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf," Matt said sarcastically. "Oh yeah! That's right. I've learned a few things lately. Werewolves, hunters, Kanimas- it's like a frickin' Halloween party every full moon."

"Oh, I guess that explains your whole get-up, doesn't it?" Tara commented, looking the boy up and down with disgust. Matt turned to the girl, his eyes ablaze. But she could do anything, she felt a small cut form on the back of her neck. "God fucking dammit," the girl hissed as she lost all feeling in her body. Tara folded over, collapsing onto the ground. She could feel anger swell up in her. How the fuck could she let this happen, it was supposed to be the full moon. She was supposed to feel different, more powerful, but now she was trapped on the ground, helpless. The girl grumbled, feeling her teeth grow into fangs, but what the hell was she supposed to do with those now? Bite the fucking ground?

Matt tilted his head at her. "You're not so mouthy when you're on the ground, now are you?" he asked.

"Hey, leave them alone, man!" Stiles said from the corner of the room. Matt's eyes instantly shot up to Stiles. Matt nodded at Jackson, who quickly cut the back of Stiles' neck as well.

Scott lunged forward. "Hey!" he protested but the Kanima wagged his finger, silently telling Scott he would be next if he tried anything.

"You bitch," Stiles said weakily as he fell on top of Derek.

Derek looked less than pleased at this situation. "Get him off me," he growled.

Matt scoffed. "Oh, I don't know, Derek. I think you two make a pretty good pair," he said gleefully. "It must kind of suck, though, to have all the power taken away from you with just a little cut to the back of your neck," he taunted, looking from Derek to Tara. "I bet you're not used to feeling this helpless. Well, maybe she is," he said, glancing back at Tara.

"I swear to fucking god, Matt, when I get out of this. You're a dead man!" Tara said, but a lot of her words came out as a low growl instead of functional syllables.

"Aww, the little wolf's angry, cute," Matt taunted. Tara snarled once more, unable to get any words out of her mouth.

Tara heard another vehicle approaching, drawing closer to the police station. "Is that her?" Matt asked, a wicked smile stretched across his face. He instantly stood up, staring directly at Scott. "Do what I tell you to, and I won't hurt her. I won't even let Jackson near her," Matt told Scott.

"Scott, don't trust him!" Stiles chimed in. Matt huffed, grabbing Stiles by the back of his shirt and flipping him over. Matt looked back at Scott as he lowered his foot onto Stiles' neck, cutting off his airway.

"This work better for ya?" Matt asked Scott as Stiles struggled to breathe against the weight of Matt's sneaker.

Scott's eyes widened. "Okay, just stop! Stop!" he yelled.

"Then do what I tell you to!" Matt barked.

"Okay, alright, stop!" Scott said over the sound of Stiles' choking. Matt looked down at the boy below him before he took his foot off of Stiles' neck.

"You take them in there," Matt told the Kanima, nodding toward the back of the office before he turned back to Scott. "You, with me."

Tara growled as she felt Jackson pulled her body further back into the Sheriff's office. If she could she would've just swiped at the Kanima, causing the monster to retreat. But she was stuck, barely able to feel her claws growing in and out of her nails. The girl groaned as her neck him the wooden ground, her arms feel to her side as she was forced to stare up at the ceiling.

Tara huffed as she blinked trying to ignore the fact that she wasn't able to do anything. For the whole night she's done absolutely nothing. She scratched at her hands, she locked herself in the bathroom, she started at some blobs on a screen, and now she's being held hostage by a murderer and he's freaky lizard pet. And worst of all she was stuck with Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski. Tara couldn't wait until she was able to get out of there.

Then she would be able to rip Matt's head clean off.

Tara blinked once more, trying to focus on the ceiling. But it was starting to get blurry. "What the fuck?" Tara whispered as she blinked vigorously, trying to get rid of the hazy film that covered her eyes. 'Oh god,' she thought to herself. 'Is this what I forgot about last time. This- this temporary blindness? Surely she would've remembered that. And surely Derek would've mentioned that to her. Wouldn't he?' Tara let out a shaky breath. "Fuck."

"Are you okay? Is she okay?" Stiles asked quickly.

"I-- I'm fine, Stilinski, just don't fucking say anything," Tara heaved.

Tara took another deep breath, her vision going in and out of focus. "I don't know, man, she doesn't sound okay," Stiles told Derek.

"Stiles, don't worry about it," Derek said calmly.

Tara let out a small groan as Scott and Matt entered the room once more, although the girl couldn't see them clearly. "The evidence is gone," Scott told Matt. "Why don't you just go?" he asked.

Matt scoffed. "You- you think the evidence mattered that much, huh? No. No. I want the book," he stated.

Tara let out another small let but tried to stay as quiet as possible when Scott began to speak once more. "What- what book?" he asked.

"The Bestiary!" Matt exclaimed. "And not just a few pages– I want the entire thing."

Scott blinked. "I don't have it. It's Gerard's," Scott told him. "What do you want it for, anyway?"

"I need answers," Matt stated.

"Answers to what?"

Matt groaned. "To this!" he said as he lifted up the side of his shirt. Tara shifted her eyesight down to try and see what Matt was talking about, but she couldn't see it very well. All the girl saw was a dark spot of skin along his side. But based on the silence in the room, it was obviously something very serious.

Tara didn't really care what was wrong with Matt. Or why he needed to get the bestiary. But clearly Derek and Stiles did as that was all they could talk about.

"Hey, do you know what's happening to Matt?" Stiles whispered to Derek.

"I know the book's not gonna help him," Derek responded. "You can't just break the rules, not like this."

Stiles paused for a second. "What do you mean?" he asked.

Tara let out a pained groan. "Nobody cares, shut up!" she said quietly as she closed her eyes.

Derek didn't listen to Tara as he kept whispering. "Universe balances things out. Always does," he said simply.

"Is it because he's using Jackson to kill people who don't deserve it?" Stiles asked.

"And killing people himself," Derek added.

The sound of their voices began to drown out the rest of Tara's senses. All she could hear was the two of them talking. She winced as Stiles spoke once more. "So, if Matt breaks the rules of the Kanima, he becomes the Kanima?" he asked.

"Please, please, stop talking," Tara whispered under the breath, glancing over at the pair. But they didn't seem like they were listening. Either that or they didn't care about what she was saying to them.

"Balance," Derek whispered.

Stiles pursed his lips. "Will he believe us if we tell him that?" he asked.

"Not likely," Derek said grimly.

Tara winced, feeling her claws dig into the outside of her thigh. "sHIT," she cursed, trying to ignore the stinging pain that was pouring from her leg. She tried to bring her nails back into her hand but it wasn't working.

"Dude, are you good?" Stiles asked Tara.

"I'm fine, shut up," the girl said dismissively.

"Okay, well, Matt is probably gonna kill us when he gets that book and you already sound like your dying," Stiles pointed out.

Tara groaned, loudly this time. "I'm not dying, I don't think," she stated.

"Wow, that's convincing," Stiles commented.

"Stop- stop talking," Tara said slowly, her eyes shooting back to the ceiling.

Stiles opened his mouth to say something, but Derek chimed in. "You should probably listen to her," he advised.

Stiles furrowed his brows. "What, is this a full moon thing?" he asked.

Derek sighed. "Something along those lines," he answered.

Stiles shot a sideways glance at Tara before looking back at Derek. "And that means?" he asked, waiting for Derek to finish his sentence.

"That means it's none of your business," Derek hissed. "You have bigger problems to worry about."

"Shut. Up. Both of you," Tara barked. "I can't focus with the two of you whispering like that," she hissed, feeling her claws dig in and out of the fabric on her dress. "I need to get out of here and I need to be able to see properly again."

Stiles exchanged looks with Derek. "Okay, there is something seriously wrong with her," he told the older man.

"It's not your problem, Stiles, don't think about that," Derek repeated.

"I- it sounds serious though," Stiles stuttered.

"And I'm seriously gonna murder you both if you don't stop talking," Tara snarled. "I will- I will, I- I-" but the girl's voice trailed off. Tara felt her throat close up as she began to fade in and out of consciousness. She opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn't get any words to come out. Her brain was fuzzy... everything was fuzzy. She took one last look over at Stiles and Derek. "H- h- help," she managed to breathe out before everything went black.

hey, tell me what you want me to say, you know I'm stupid for you <3

Grace talks ig: I'm so sorry you guys but I hate, and I mean HATE writing full moon scenes so I usually cut them short. But this time there's an actual reason why it's cut short and tara passes out so I am proud of myself for building a loophole for now. YAY. Anyways, another lore-ish chapter for you guys and I hope you liked it because I liked writing it. And after this is published that means there's only two more chapter left in season 2 AHHHHH IM SO SO SO EXCITED because I love season 3 (both a and b) and I can't wait to get there in this fic! Okay like/comment if you want to and I will update soon! BYEEEEEEE <3

Also this is me when Matt is mean to Tara: 🥊🥊🥊🥊 bc that's my girl and he needs to stop being a freak, okay BYE FR NOW