Blake had spent the last twenty minutes staring out her living room window. After deciding that the best place to protect Lydia was at her and Scott's house, they convinced the red head that they were having a study group and she should come along. Lydia was hesitant at first, but once she heard Jackson was coming she was more than happy to come along too. The two had been talking upstairs ever since they arrived, Blake would be lying if she said she wasn't wondering what their conversation was about.

Blake looked out the window at the four werewolves stood outside her house. "What are they waiting for?"

"I don't know but it's making me nervous," Stiles declared, pulling the curtain over so he could look out at them.

Allison joined them before taking out her phone. "I'm calling Scott."

Blake's eyes caught Erica's who sent her an evil smirk. Blake quickly looked away, feeling uncomfortable. She couldn't help but notice how good Erica and Derek looked standing next to each other. If she wasn't worried about Lydia, she'd definitely think that the werewolves could be a power couple. And if she wasn't so worried about the kanima, she'd definitely think about why Derek would want her when he could have Erica; a sexy, powerful werewolf.

Blake was just Blake. There was nothing special about her.

"It's me," Allison announced once Scott answered his phone. "You need to get here, now."

Stiles eyed Allison as she hung up the phone and then clicked on her dad's name.

"Oh, jeez. What are you doing?"

"I think - I think I have to call my dad," Allison stuttered. Blake could tell she was scared by the way her voice quivered. Hell, Blake was scared too. And she didn't have any werewolf hunting experience.

"No, but if he finds you here," Stiles argued. "You and Scott - "

"I know. But what are we supposed to do?" She exclaimed. "They're not here to scare us, okay? They're here to kill Lydia."

"Just wait for Scott to get here, okay? And if you still want to call your dad then we'll call him."

Allison nodded whilst Blake left the living room and joined the two teenagers that were now guarding the door. "What if one of us goes to talk to them?" She suggested. "They're not gonna kill us, right?"

No one replied which only caused more worry for Blake. "Right?"

"They might not kill us but they will seriously hurt us," Stiles replied.

"What else are we supposed to do?" Allison cried.

Stiles' eyes widened in realization. "I got an idea. Just shoot one of them!"

"Are you serious?" Allison scoffed.

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

"Okay."

"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 them."

Allison prepared to shoot her crossbow before looking out the window to find her target. "Which one?"

"Derek," Blake answered bitterly. Both Stiles and Allison gave her weird looks but decided not to question it.

"Yeah, okay. Shoot him, preferably in the head," Stiles ordered.

"If Scott was able to catch an arrow, Derek definitely can," Allison informed.

"Okay, uh, just shoot one of the other three then," Stiles shrugged.

"You mean two."

"No, I mean three."

Blake and Stiles scrambled to the window to see that Isaac was missing. "Where the hell is Isaac?"

Allison shakily raises her crossbow, prepared to shoot one of the two remaining werewolves.

Before Blake could comprehend anything, she was thrown to the ground landing next to Stiles. Blake struggled to get her breath back due to the shock. Her mind was racing wondering what the hell just happened. And then she heard a low growl. Isaac Lahey towered over Stiles, his eyes glowing a golden yellow.

At the bottom of the stairs lay Allison, however, she was quick to stand up. She caught Blake's gaze before rushing up the stairs to protect Lydia.

Letting out a groan, Blake tried to stand up. Her main concern was Stiles. Isaac was glaring at him, his claws at his side.

Stiles shrieked as Isaac grabbed him forcefully. Blake wasn't sure what approach would be the best, but she didn't have time to think and just tried pulling the large werewolf away from the scrawny teenager. Blake wasn't accomplishing anything, although she liked to think differently. Isaac effortlessly shook her off.

It all clicked in Blake's head then.

She rushed to the window and cursed as Erica had disappeared. Isaac was simply a distraction.

Just then, a blonde head rushed past her and up the stairs to find and kill Lydia. Blake wastes no time in following her, but didn't even make it out of the room. Isaac reaches out and gripped her wrist. She tried ripping her wrist from his grip but it only resulted in him holding tighter.

"Isaac! Let me go!" Blake yelled, thinking she was talking to her friend from school, but she wasn't. She was talking to a werewolf determined to kill a young girl.

Stiles went to punch Isaac in the jaw. Blake could've predicted what would happen. Stiles held his hand as he cried out in pain. Isaac simply smirked.

Isaac forced her to the ground again and hovered over the two teens. Blake was beyond scared. She was so scared that she couldn't even feel how scared she was. There was too much adrenaline running through her and her mind had just completely stopped working.

Standing up once again, Blake was determined to make sure Isaac knew her and Stiles weren't giving up on Lydia. Isaac continued to step closer to the two, taunting them. Stiles placed a protective arm in front of the girl, prepared to take on the werewolf.

Isaac whipped round, catching an arrow in his hand. All hope Blake had left in her had left her body. There was no way they were going to win this fight. What damage could three naive teenagers possibly do to a group of werewolves? Blake has accepted that they'd lost, and Derek was on his way to kill Lydia. It pained her to even think about it, but she couldn't do much more.

Isaac frowned, losing all feeling in his limbs. He dropped to the ground with a loud thud, revealing Allison stood at the doorway with her crossbow.

Stiles laughed. "You thought you had us there, Isaac!" He grinned down at Isaac who only narrowed his eyes.

"Is everyone okay?"

A worried Scott came rushing into the room. Blake let out a sigh of relief, maybe everything would be okay. She noticed her brother staring at her so she nodded at him. Knowing that his friends were okay, he ran upstairs to where a paralysed Erica was thanks to Allison.

"You good?" Stiles asked her, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"I'm fine, you?"

Stiles nodded and turned to Allison before pumpin his fists in the air. "We're so badass!"

"Does that mean the kanima's here?" Blake wondered hesitantly, gesturing to the goo-like substance covering the arrow in Isaac's hand.

"Yeah." Allison frowned. "I don't know where Lydia is though."

The three teenagers shared the same thought: Lydia was the kanima. None of them dared say it out loud though for fear it would make it true. So they remained silent and let the following events occur.

Scott appeared with Erica. He grabbed Isaac before throwing them out of the house at Derek and Boyd's feet. Stepping out onto the porch with Stiles and Allison, Blake tried to avoid the gaze of the other two werewolves. She wasn't going to lie, she was scared of them. They were willing to kill an innocent girl.

"I think I'm finally getting why you keep refusing me, Scott," Derek began. "You're not an omega, you're already an Alpha of your own pack." Derek grinned confidently. "But you know you can't beat me."

"I can hold you off until the cops get here."

Derek's head turned in the direction of the sirens before he snapped his gaze to the sound of footsteps on the roof above. Blake followed her brother down into the grass where she could get a look at what was on the roof. The kanima looked towards the group of teenagers and let out a defeating scream before disappearing into the woods behind Scott and Blake's house.

Derek glanced down at his two betas. "Get them out of here," he ordered Boyd.

Another set of footsteps brought every pair of eyes to the front door where the red-headed Lydia came stumbling out of. Fear was written all over her. "Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on?"

Blake could feel her chest caving in. Lydia wasn't the kanima and Blake felt guilty for even believing it.

"It's Jackson."

I'm so sorry this took so long to update but I've just lost the interest in writing this and all you're comments motivated me to finish this chapter so here ya go. I had so much planned for Blake and this story and I'm probably never gonna get around to writing it but it is what it is