Chapter 4: It Had to be Yellow Wolfsbane

After we found out about the dead pool, Kira got a text from Scott, he told her Liam was okay, but they found something. Another dead body, and whoever it was, was a werewolf. With that concerning news, Lydia, Kira, and I made our way downstairs. Malia and Stiles emerged from the basement. It seemed Malia had finally gained control of her wolf. After we told them what was happening, they helped us kick everyone out of the lake house. It was late anyway, so getting everyone out wasn't too hard. As the last person was leaving, Scott and Liam returned. Scott told us that Chris was back and that he was taking care of the body that they had found.

Once Scott got Liam settled, Lydia began to tell everyone about the dead pool, but I wasn't really listening. I was too busy watching Liam, who was sitting in the corner while everyone talked. "You okay," I asked, walking over to him, and he just nodded. I sat down next to him as everyone kept talking.

I watched as the others started to argue about something; I knew they were all stressed about the dead pool, and so was I. My name was on a list of people being killed. I started to think about it; my head began to spin. I didn't even realize what was happening until I felt Liam's hand on my arm; I looked down and saw my hands glowing and the glasses on the table floating.

"Sorry," I stuttered as I turned off my powers, and all the glasses dropped back onto the table. The noise caused everyone to turn and look at me.

I let out a sigh before standing up. "We're not going to figure this out tonight," I said. "We know this is only part of the list, and we need to know who's on the rest of the list. Kira and Malia can stay with Lydia and keep trying to find the other keys. Stiles and Scott, someone needs to fill in the Sheriff tomorrow. But right now. Right now, we need to sleep," I said. Everyone looked at me for a moment, "She's right; we need to rest," Scott said, and everyone nodded.

After my speech, everyone separated, going to try to get some sleep. Malia and Stiles disappeared into one of the guest rooms. Kira and Lydia crashed in another bedroom, and Scott and Liam ended up on the couch downstairs. And I slept on the couch upstairs.

When I woke up in the morning, I discovered that Scott and Stiles were already gone, and Lydia was already trying to find the other key, with Malia and Kira watching over her.

I wandered through the empty house, making my way to the kitchen. I peeked into the refrigerator only to find it empty. "Well, that's disappointing," I muttered to myself. "What?" I heard a voice behind me, and I whipped around, my hands glowing silver for a moment before I realized it was Liam. "Sorry," he said, realizing he had startled me. "It's okay," I replied.

"Wait, what are you doing here? I thought Scott would have taken you home," I asked; he shook his head. "I think I was asleep when he left. He wrote me a note, though," Liam responded, holding up a piece of paper.

"Does it say anything about him bringing back food?" I asked jokingly, and Liam rolled his eyes and me. I smirked as I returned to the living room, I heard someone come down the stairs, and I looked up to see Kira. "Hey, how's Lydia doing?" I asked, and Kira shrugged, "She's okay. I think," Kira replied. "You and Malia are keeping an eye on her this weekend while she tries to figure this out?" I asked, and Kira nodded. "Okay, well, I'll see you on Monday. And keep me updated?" I asked, and Kira nodded again before disappearing into the kitchen.

"You want a ride home?" I asked, turning to Liam as I walked towards the door. "Umm. Yeah," he said with a nod. "Come on then," I said, walking out the door and towards my bike. Liam just watched me as I put on my helmet and hopped on.

"What?" I asked, flipping open my helmet. "Shouldn't I get one of those?" he asked, pointing to the helmet. "Trust me; if I reck this bike, you'll be fine. I, on the other hand, will be dead. Perks of being a werewolf," I said with a grin, and he just nodded before getting on the bike. As I started my engine, I felt him awkwardly place his hands on my shoulders. "Liam, I know you're trying to be polite, and I appreciate that. But if you hold on like that, you're going to fall off," I said. "Sorry," he muttered before wrapping his arms around my waist.

As I followed Liam's directions to his house, I realized his house was only a block from mine. "Wow, you live down the road from me," I said with a laugh as I pulled up to his house. "Really?" Liam asked, hopping off my bike. "Yeah, my house is the blue one down the block," I explained. "Oh," Liam said, surprised. "Hey. Thanks for the ride!" he said softly. "Of course," I replied with a smile. I made sure that Liam got inside before I started down the road.

The rest of my weekend was spent bouncing between my house and Stiles's house. I helped Stiles set up what I called his murder board and go over the reports from the recent murders. Scott and Liam stopped by several times, and Liam and I hung out while Scott and Stiles talked. During that time, I learned just how much Liam and I had in common; even though we were completely different in a lot of ways, we actually liked a lot of the same things.

Once Monday rolled around, I was officially sleep-deprived; knowing that you are on a list of people being hunted by assassins tends to hinder sleep. Thankfully, school was quiet, that was until I got a text from Stiles telling me that the person who killed the werewolf the night of the party was on the lacrosse team. After that, the rest of the day felt like a whirlwind. During Econ, Scott informed me that they had a lacrosse scrimmage against the school Liam transferred from. Obviously, I was roped into going.

Scott told me to keep an eye out for anyone on the team who looked suspicious, and everything seemed to be going okay. But then something happened, Liam collided with one of the players from the other team, it looked like he was okay, but the other guy wasn't.

I watched them drag the boy off the field, I focused, flashing my eyes, and that's when I saw it; he was a werewolf. I quickly stood up and followed them. Scott must have caught on, too, because as I reached the school, he came running up next to me.

As we made our way to the locker room, I saw a body lying in the hallway; I stopped to check if he was still alive; as I did, Scott went in to check on the others. I went after Scott, but when I walked into the locker room, I saw a girl with a wire wrapped around Scott's neck.

"He said we shouldn't try. But now I got you. I got an Alpha." I heard the girl say to him, and then she turned to look at me. A deadly mistake, Scott grabbed the wire and pulled it away from his neck and over his head. Then he grabbed her by the neck and rammed her against the wall, knocking her out.

Scott and I just stood there staring at her for a moment until Stiles's voice grabbed our attention, "Scott, Amaya," he panted, standing in the doorway. "I think you better call your dad," Scott said; Stiles nodded and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

I made my way over to the boy lying on the floor. "You, okay?" I asked, rolling him over. "Not really," he said, but it was barely a whisper. "Where did he cut you?" I asked, looking over the boy's body till I found a cut on his leg. I looked at the boy's face, "What's your name?" I asked him. "Brett," he answered. "Okay, Brett. This is going to hurt, but it will help you heal," I said, and he just looked at me.

My hand began to glow silver as it hovered over the cut. I focused on the wolfsbane in his blood, drawing it back through the wound. The boy let out a howl as yellow fluid came out of his wound.

"Yellow wolfsbane. It had to be yellow wolfsbane," I muttered as I looked at the liquid floating mid-air. "What does that mean?" Stiles asked as covering the speaker on his phone. "We need to get him to Deaton, like now. Some of this stuff has already been absorbed into his body. And it's much worse than normal wolfsbane," I said, and he nodded.

"You two take him to the clinic; I'll stay here and take care of this," Scott instructed. "And call Derek. He might be able to help," he added as Stiles, and I helped Brett up. We got Brett to Stiles Jeep and quickly drove to the clinic. Stiles called Derek, yelling at him to get to the clinic before hanging up and turning to me.

"How do you know about Deaton?" he asked. "I heard Scott talk about Deaton a long time ago, so I went to him for help with my powers. He was the one who told me what I was," I replied as we pulled up to the clinic. "Wait, Deaton knows about you?" Stiles asked, surprised. "Yes, Stiles," I said, rolling my eyes.

We got Brett out of the Jeep, and Stiles banged on the clinic's back door. "What's going on," Deaton said, opening the door. "He was cut by a blade covered in yellow wolfsbane, I got some of it out but not all of it," I explained as we walked in. "Lay him on the table," Deaton instructed. "And go let Derek in," he added as the bell rang. And I nodded. "Oh, and Amaya!" he said, calling after me; I stopped at turned to look at him. "It's good to see you again," I smiled and went to let Derek in.

I watched as Brett began to convulse; Derek and Stiles tried to hold him down, but he managed to rip away; my hands began to glow, but then I felt a hand on my shoulder, and someone pushed me behind them before knocking Brett to the ground, it was Peter. Deaton quickly made an incision in his chest, and a puff of yellow gas escaped.

"Is he going to be, okay?" Stiles asked as the boys began to breathe normally again. "I think he'll be fine but probably will be out for a while," Deaton replied. "Guys, can you hear that? I think he's saying something," Stiles said as Brett began to mutter in his sleep. "Three things cannot long be hidden," Deaton said as I stepped forward. "The sun, the moon, and the truth," I replied, and Deaton nodded. "it's Buddhist," he added, looking at Derek. "I think I know who's pack he belongs to," Derek said, looking over at Peter.

After a while, Peter left, and Stiles went back to the school to meet up with Scott. "You two should go home," Deaton said, looking at Derek and me. "Are you sure I can't do anything?" I asked, looking at the boy. "You already saved his life. If you hadn't extracted the poison when you did, he would be dead right now," Deaton replied, looking at me. "Okay," I nodded.

"You need a ride? Again." Derek asked with a smile, and I nodded. "Come on, I'll take you home," he said as we walked out of the clinic. "So, are you going to tell me what's up with your powers?" I asked as I got into his car. He looked at me in surprise before starting up his car and pulling out of the parking lot.

He stayed quiet for a while; I figured I touched a nerve, so I didn't say anything. "I'm losing my powers," he answered finally. "Are you?" I asked; it was less of a question; I knew he was; I could see it.

"Well, my eyes changed from blue to gold. I lost my sense of smell, and my healing is disappearing. So, yeah!" Derek barked. "Sorry," he said, taking a breath. "It's okay," I responded. "Listen, I can see your aura getting weaker. But for some reason, I feel like there's something else going on." I muttered, and he looked at me again. "Well, whatever it is, I don't like it," he muttered.

"Welcome to being human. We're weak. It sucks," I said with a smirk. "You are definitely not weak, even if you are human," Derek said, shaking his head. "Yeah, I know," I said with a sigh as my eyes wandered to look out the window. "But I'm terrified," I whispered as Derek pulled in front of my house. "What?" he asked, looking more serious. "I'm on a dead pool; I mean, we all are. But trained assassins know who I am," I said, looking at him. "I've been hunted before, Derek. And the last time, it didn't go well for anyone," I said softly. Derek looked at me in honest concern, and I knew that I had said too much. I didn't need people worrying about me, not right now, I was strong enough to take care of myself, and I didn't need anyone asking me about my past. "It's fine, though. I'm fine," I said as I got out of the car, trying to cover up what I had said. "Are you sure?" Derek asked, rolling down the window, and I nodded. "Thanks for the ride, Derek," I said as I walked to my door and stepped inside.

When I reached my room, I flopped down on my bed. I heard footsteps and then a knock on my door. "Hey, mom," I muttered as I sat up and saw my mother in the doorway. "Was that Derek Hale I saw dropping you off?" she asked with a concerned look on her face. I nodded, "Yeah, he drove me home from the game," I replied, not wanting to tell her the truth. I watched as she shook her head. "I heard about what happened," she said, looking at me sternly. "What's going on, Amaya?" she asked more sternly.

"It's a long story, mom," I whined. "I can sit here as long as I need to," she replied. I sighed, knowing my mom wouldn't give up until I told her the truth. Finally, I spoke, "Remember how I told you that some of the kids at my school were supernatural?" I asked, and she nodded. "Well, a few weeks ago, they found out about my powers. And I've been helping them." I explained. "Scott and his friends, right?" she said softly, and I nodded. "You know I don't care if some people know about your powers, Amaya. As long as you trust them," my mom added. "I know. But that's not all. Something big is happening. Lydia found a list with the names of every supernatural creature in Beacon Hills. And all those murders that have happened in the past few weeks, all the victims were supernatural. Mom. Someone made a hit list, a dead pool, of every supernatural creature in Beacon Hills, and now we're all being hunted," I said.

My mom stayed silent for a moment before letting out a sigh. "Are you on the list?" she asked. "Yes. But so are my friends," I replied. "Listen, Amaya, I know your father didn't want you involved with the supernatural, but that was because he just wanted you to stay safe," she said. "I know, mom, and I'm staying safe. But bad things are happening to other people. And I might be able to help," I replied.

My mom nodded her head. "Just be careful," she said softly. "I will, but you don't have to worry about me," I said, and she shook her head. "It's my job to worry about you," She laughed, and I smiled.

"You should make sure that the protection spell around the house stays intact. If anyone does come after you, at least you'll be safe here," My mom suggested before standing up. "Yes, mom," I replied. "Love you," my mom said, kissing me on the forehead before walking out of my room.

She disappeared down the hall, and I let out a sigh, flopping back down on my bed. I was glad I had finally told her what was happening, but I couldn't help but feel bad; now she was going to be worried constantly. However, I didn't regret getting involved, especially now. And although I didn't know exactly what the future would hold, I had a general idea of what was coming, and I knew there were people who had my back.