chapter thirteen
❝ one look in your eyes & god, there's something ❞
omega

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Dear Diary,

If you had told me 2 months ago that I'd be a werewolf with a werewolf best friend, and that my best friend since I was 5 would get attacked by an alpha, who's my dad by the way, would run away from a hospital, I would've laughed in your face.

I might still laugh in your face.

Stiles slides into his car, handing Scott the bloody hospital gown. Lydia Martin, was missing. It was as if right after Kennedy Stallard and Scott McCall finally saved everyone, a new problem spawned in Beacon Hills. Stiles hands over the gown to his best friend. "This is the one she was just wearing?" Stiles nods, looking over. "I'm not gonna let anyone hurt her. Not again."

Kennedy sits up from laying in the back seat. "Easy for you to say, my dad literally tried to eat my best friend." She retorts, still feeling weird about the fact Peter Hale was her dad. "And now she might be a serial killer werewolf running around naked trying to eat people!" She hissses. "We should really make a support group for this stuff."

"All right, just shove the thing in your face and let's find her." Stiles says to Scott, shoving the gown back at him. Stiles starts the engine, jumping in shock when he sees Allison Argent.

Allison circles around to the passenger side, "What are you doing here? Someone's gonna see us." Scott hisses.

"I don't care," Allison snaps. "She is my best friend, and we need to find her before they do." She explains, looking over at Kennedy.

"I can find her before the cops can, and Kennedy's learning how to, too." Scott explains, pointing to the blue eyed girl.

Allison sighs, "How about before my father does?" She urged.

Stiles leans over, "He knows?" Kennedy groans, running a hand through her messy brown hair.

"Yeah. I just saw him and three other guys leave my house in two SUVs." Allison explains.

Scott looks over at Kennedy and Stiles. "Search party."

"More like a hunting party." Kennedy whispers. She leans over, opening Scott's door. "Get in." Allison obliges, crawling into the back with the blue eyed girl. Stiles quickly starts the engine, speeding out of the parking lot.

Stiles shrugs, "All right, but if she's turning, would they actually kill her?" He asks Allison,

"I don't know. They won't tell me anything. " Allison explains, "Okay, all they say is, We'll talk after Kate's funeral, when the others get here."

Kennedy frowns, "What others?" She asks her best friend.

Allison shrugs, "I don't know, they won't tell me that yet."

Stiles sighs, looking back at the road. "Okay, your family's got some serious communication issues to work on. Scott, are we going the right way?" The three look over at Scott, who was sticking his head out the window like a dog.

"Take the next right!" He shouts. Kennedy leans back, looking outside as Stiles drives them down the road.

Eventually, the group of four are approaching the Hale house. "She came here? You sure?"

"Yeah, this is where the scent leads." Scott explains.

Kennedy nods, "Yeah, I think I smell it too," She admits. She feels wrong, having all these heightened abilities. However, it also feels right. "Has Lydia ever been here?" She asks, turning towards the group.

"Not with me." Allison says, "Maybe she came here on instinct, like she was looking for Derek."

"You mean looking for an Alpha." Scott deadpanned.

"Wolves need a pack, right?"

Kennedy stands by Stiles, looking around. The Stilinski looks over at her. "Are you okay?" He asks, now knowing the pain this house must have brought her, especially now. The girl didn't answer him, she just continued to stare up at it with shaky breaths. Licking his lips, Stiles grabs the girls hand. She looks over in surprise, her big blue eyes glancing up at him. The teenage boy gives her a smile, and she returns it. Stiles looks behind the group, "Do you see that?"

The girl looks down, seeing the thin wire. "Yeah, I do," She whispers, walking over to it.

Allison and Scott look over as the pair kneel down. "I think its a trip wire," Stiles mumbles, pulling on it slowly. Kennedy looks up, not seeing anything happen.

"Stiles?"

"Yeah, buddy- oh." The three turn around, seeing Scott hanging by his ankle.

Allison bites on her glove to keep her from laughing, "Next time you see a tripwire," Scott breathes, "Don't trip it."

"Yeah, noted." Stiles mutters.

The three begin to move forwards, "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait." Scott stammers.

Kennedy pauses, still learning how to use her new senses. She hears the sounds of leaves crunching. "Someone's coming." She whispers. "You guys have to hide." She says, wide eyed.

Stiles and Allison look around, trying to find a spot. "Go!" Scott hisses, the two running off. Kennedy sighs, looking over at Scott. "What about you?" He says to her.

"I got claws and fangs now. I could handle myself before I had them, you can imagine what I can do now," She smirks.

Scott rolls his eyes, "Then, I don't know, climb the tree!" He hisses. Kennedy looks up, seeing the branch Scott is hung from. She smiles wide, jumping into the air, swinging on top of it, and then hopping to a higher branch.

She watches as Chris Argent and a group of his men come walking over. Chris sighs, kneeling down in front of the McCall. "Scott?"

"Mr. Argent." Scott says nervously.

Chris looks up at the tree, and Kennedy moves, just out of his sight. He looks back at the teen wolf, "How are you doing?" He asks. Kennedy looks over, seeing Stiles and Allison and their not so good hiding spots.

Scott shrugs as best as one could while hanging upside down. "Good. You know, just hangin' out." He half heartedly jokes. "Is this one of yours? It's, uh, good. Nice design. Very constricting." He rambles. Kennedy looks up, studying Chris's pals. She tries to think of how fast she could take them down, but she isn't sure.

"What are you doing out here, Scott?" Chris asks. Kennedy narrows her eyes at him, knowing just as well as Scott knows, that Chris knows.

Scott purses his lips, "Looking for my friend." He admits.

Chris clicks his tongue in thought. "That's right. Lydia's in your group now, isn't she? Just like Kenny?" The Stallard girl frowns, kneeling on the branch. "Part of the clique? Is that the word you use? Or is there another way to put it? Part of your pack?"

"Actually, clique sounds about right to me." Scott answers. Kennedy slowly stands, moving along the tree branch.

"I hope so. 'Cause I know she's a friend of Allison's, and one special circumstance, such as yourself, or even Kennedy, the nice young girl who's werewolf side was hidden for 6 years." Kennedy frowns, "Two, I can handle. Not three."

Kennedy slowly moves to the edge of her branch, a hissing noise in her ears. She looks over, Stiles shaking his head rapidly at her. "No." Scott whispers to Chris.

"Scott, do you know what a hemicorporectomy is?"

"I have a feeling I don't want to."

Chris looks up at the McCall, "A medical term for amputating somebody at the waist. Cutting them in half." Kennedy scrunches her face in disgust, really not wanting to know now. However, she thinks about Laura, her own cousin she had forgotten about for years. "Takes a tremendous amount of strength to cut through tissue and bone like that. Let's hope a demonstration never becomes necessary."

Kennedy hops out of the tree, landing on the ground in one swift movement. She looks up, her brown hair flying around her. "Hi, Mr. Argent," She says, a smile on her face.

Chris slowly stands, meeting Kennedy's eyes. "Kenny, didn't know you were here, too," He says shortly. Kennedy watches as Chris's men tense up, adjusting their grips on their guns. "Don't worry about her, she won't hurt anyone," He waves them off, but he never takes his eyes off of her.

"Not unless you're coming after my friends," She retorts, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. Chris stares at her for another moment, nodding at the two teens before walking away, his friends following close behind.

The two humans come jogging over, "You okay?" Asks Allison.  Stiles looks at Kennedy with an incredulous look. Usually, Kennedy would have never done something like that. But, Kennedy was different, she was changing, just like everything else. She lost ten years of memories that were replaced with fake ones, and now they've began rushing back. Stiles didn't know what that meant for the girl, especially now with her new abilities.

Scott shrugs mindlessly at his girlfriend. "It's just another life-threatening conversation with your dad." She sighs, moving to where the contraption is set up on the other tree.

"Stiles, help me with this." Allison pleads, causing the teenage boy to walk over. Kennedy looks over at Scott, who flicks out his claws from his hand. He slowly sits up, cutting the rope quickly

The two humans look over at him just as he lands on his feet. "Thanks. But I think I got it."

"Yeah." Stiles shrugs, looking at his best friends.

Allison chuckles, looking at Stiles for a moment before watching her boyfriend start walking towards Hale house. He looks back at the group of three, "Comin'?" Stiles looks at Kennedy, who gives a grateful smile, before following the McCall.

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"Well, since Ben is now being charged by the state with Adoption Fraud, he's going to be in jail for at least a year," Sheriff Stilinski explains to Kennedy as she sits at his kitchen table. "Now that both of your birth parents are deceased, and we're keeping your birth parents off school records, your closest relative is-"

"Derek Hale," She whispers, looking up at him. Sheriff Stilinski nods slowly, and Kennedy leans back, "But, does he even have a proper living situation? Does he have a house?"

Sheriff sighs, placing a hand on his hip, "Well, when we spoke to Derek, he said he wouldn't be able to take you in for another two months," Kennedy nods, eating her pancakes. "So, I did some snooping, and Melissa McCall said she is happy to let you stay with her and Scott until your family is ready,"

Kenndey smiles wide, excited that Melissa agreed. "Awesome!" She chirps. The sound of thumps from the hall causes Sheriff and Kennedy to look over. In comes Stiles, stumbling with his bag as he tries to put on his flannel. "Sorry, roomie, I'm movin out!" Stiles looks up, eyes wide.

"What?" He asks, looking between Kennedy and his dad.

She nods. "Scotty Boy is gonna be getting his own live-in annoying best friend." She explains with a smile.

Stiles looks at her with a confused look, "But I'm the annoying best friend," He whines. Kennedy laughs, patting his shoulder while grabbing her bag, walking out the door to his Jeep.

The two drive to school, Kennedy deciding to avoid all conversation by blasting All Time Low. Not that Stiles minded, as All Time Low had been one of his favorite bands. Hence, the poster on his wall above his bed. Stiles was worried about Kennedy, but he also knew all too well that she was just having a hard time accepting the fact she lost her entire family in what feels like one night. And though Stiles didn't know what that was like, he knew what it was like to lose someone important to you, like a mom. So, instead of trying to push her to talk, he sang along to every song they played.

Stiles and Kennedy walk over to Scott, Stiles explaining what he had heard from the police radio this morning. "She ate the liver?" Scott asks, disgusted. Kennedy groaned, wishing she hadn't heard the Sheriff Stilinski saying that over her music.

"No, I didn't say she ate it. I just said it was missing." Stiles explains. "And you know what? Even if she did, so what? It's the most nutritious part of the body."

"I never ate anyone's liver." Scott says, holding onto his backpack straps.

Stiles scoffs, "Yeah, right, 'cause when it comes to werewolves, you're a real model of self - control." He says sarcastically.

Kennedy looks over, "I haven't ate anyones liver yet," She replies. Scott nods, pointing at her as they walk.

Stiles pauses, a lightbulb going off in his head. "Actually, wait, hold on. You're both the test cases for this, so we should be going over what happened to you."

"What do you mean?" Scott asks, confused. Kennedy quirks an eyebrow, now intrigued.

Stiles shrugs, "I mean like what was going through your mind when you were turning, you know? What were you drawn to?"

"Allison." Scott says bluntly. Kennedy rolls her eyes, looking over at him.

Stiles raises an annoyed brow. "Okay, nothing else? Seriously?" He asks. Scott shakes his head, and Stiles shifts his gaze to the girl. "What about you?"

Kennedy looks down, "I mean, when Scott was about to get hit by Chris and the other guy, I jumped in to stop them," She recalls, causing Scott to nod slowly. "And when Peter was about to torch you, I finally shifted, at least kind of," Stiles gives a half smile, looking at the girl, "So, I was thinking about protecting my friends." She said. She knew, though, what really triggered the monster inside of her.

She wanted to protect Stiles.

Stiles nods, "Okay, so, thats it? Thats all you guys thought about?" He asks, knowing neither of those applied to Lydia.

"Nothing else mattered." Scott shrugs, Kennedy nodding in agreement. "But, no, that's good, though, right? 'Cause the night that Lydia was bit, she was with you."

Stiles sughs, "Yeah, but she was looking for Jackson." The three look to see the Whittemore climbing out of his Porsche. Kennedy sighs, turning her back away from him.

"Are you okay?" Scott asks, confused.

Kennedy nods, "Yeah. Jackson just reminds me of the lies I've been fed by my adopted father the past 6 years." She retorts, pushing past her friends.

Stiles and Scott watch the girl walk away, "Wow," Scott sighs, "She's really not doing well," He mutters. Stiles purses his lips into a line. "Stiles, you have to talk to her." The Stilinski looks over, confused.

"Wait, what?"

"Stiles, every wolf has an anchor. I have Allison, Peter had Kennedy," Scott pauses, unsure if Peter really applies, "And Derek has anger. Kennedy has to have one, too." The human boy shrugs, not catching on. "What triggered her werewolf side to kick in?"

Stiles shrugs, "You when you almost turned into a wolfy sandwich." He says, pointing towards him.

Scott rolls his eyes, "She jumped on a car, she didn't grow glowing eyes, and fangs and claws to protect me." Stiles purses his lips, looking away. "It was you, Stiles. You're the one that triggered a side of her none of us knew existed. You were the one that calmed her down. You're her anchor!" Scott explains with a crazy look. He felt happy for his best friends. Kennedy was going to be staying with him for the time being, and Stiles was probably the only one who could help her with what she's going through emotionally. And, Stiles is hopelessly in love with her, and Scott could see that twinkle in Kennedy's eyes when she looked at the human. Stiles doesn't reply, but continues to look in the direction Kennedy had disappeared off to.

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The school day slowly passed, and the three friends finally got to Chemistry. Kennedy sat in the seat next to Scott, while Stiles was behind them. Mr. Harris handed out the papers for the pop quiz, Kennedy quickly pulling out her mechanical pencil to write her name. Stiles sighs in frustration, leaning over. "All right, it's causing me severe mental anguish to say this, but he's right." He says, talking about Jackson and what he said to him and Scott before practice.

"I know." Scott mumbles.

"What if the next body part she steals is from someone who's still alive?" The Stilinski whispers. Kennedy turns to look at him, sending him a Seriously? look.

"This is a pop quiz, Mr. Stilinski. If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career." Mr Harris sneers.

Kennedy looks up at her teacher, feeling a sudden urge of anger. "Can you do that?" Stiles asks, unsure thats even legal.

Mr. Harris scoffs, "Well, there it is again. Your voice. Triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently." Classmates snicker, but Kennedy tightens her grip on her pencil. "I'll see you at 3:00 for detention." Scott looks back at Stiles, who has a surprised look on his face. "You too, Mr. McCall?" Scott looks back at the teacher.

"No, sir." He mumbles. Mr. Harris finally sits down, ignoring the rest of the class. Kennedy continues to stare at where he once stood, her grip on her pencil freakishly tight. Scott watched as blood trickled down her palm, dripping onto the table. "Kenny," He whispers, trying to get her to stop. Stiles glances up, seeing the blood puddle starting to form under Kennedy's hand. "Ken, stop," Scott pleads, trying not to distract the teacher.

Stiles bites his lip, unsure if what he's going to do will even work. Leaning over, Stiles looks at his friend, "Kennedy,"

His voice echoed in her ears, and Kennedy suddenly dropped the pencil, letting it land in the bloody puddle. She looked away from the board, turning to look at Stiles. Her blue eyes searched his, and he sent her a comforting smile. Her chest felt warm as she smiles back, looking back at her hand and her bloody pencil. She looks at her claws that had revealed themselves, and she quickly hides her hand. Scott turns to Stiles, giving him a knowing look.

Stiles just stopped Kennedy from eating Mr. Harris.

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Kennedy stood at her locker, shoving things in her bag when she hears the sound of footsteps approaching her. "Nice dress." She turns her head, seeing a brunette boy with pretty eyes standing in front of her.

She looks at his hand, "Nice camera." She says, gesturing to the object in his hand.

He looks down at it, "Do you do photography?" He asks, leaning against the lockers. Kennedy shuts her own, adjusting her bag on her shoulders.

"Uh, no. My mom used to, though." She chirps, thinking about Sloane, her birth mom that she had forgotten for so long. She shakes her head, snapping out of that thought. "Your name is,"

"Matt," He finishes. "We had math together freshman year," He explains.

Kennedy grins, "I remember that!" She hums, giggling, "God, I was so annoying," She groans.

Matt shakes his head, "Nah, I didn't think that," Kennedy sends him a look, quirking her brow as if she was saying really? "I thought you were pretty cute." A blush creeps up Kennedy's cheeks, the girl definitely not expecting that response. He sends a small smile, walking past her. She watches him, wondering how she never noticed him before.

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While Stiles and Scott went to spy on Allison and Kates funeral, Kennedy went to the Hale House. There would be no funeral for Peter. Not for someone as awful as him. Leaves crunched under her feet as she walked to the house, the silence oddly loud. Her breath clouded up as she stepped up the stairs, her fingers tracing the banister.

At the end of the hall, stood a door Kennedy now remembered. She glanced at the sign on the floor. PRINCESS KENNEDY'S ROOM it read, though Kennedy's name was hard to read. The room looked the same as it did before, except now her chest felt heavy as she sat on the large canopy bed.

"I don't believe in this stuff. Not really, anyway," Kennedy begins, rubbing her hands together. "But, if you told me I'd be a werewolf with a serial killer dad, I wouldn't have believed in that either," The breeze outside caused the girl to shiver, her bare legs shaking slightly. "My dad was a great man. A great Dad, at least. I remember him teaching me how to ride a bike. He taught me how to tie my shoes, my colors, how to read, and he even taught me how to braid my hair," Her eyes watered as she looked around, "I missed 6 years with him. 6 freaking years. How much could have changed if I had been there? Could I have stopped him? Could I have saved him?" She choked on a sob, trying to hold back. "I don't know if this is crazy, but I miss you, Dad. Even after the horrible things you did, I miss you. I miss the old you, from before our lives got destroyed." She whispers, looking up at the charred ceiling. "I miss you so much."

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Scott stands by a tree, looking around anxiously as he listens for a sign of life. When he hears the sound of leaves crunching, he looks up to see Kennedy running over. She comes to a slow stop, her long brown hair swirling around her. "Do you still have the scent?" She asks. Scott had called her, telling her he found the familiar strawberry blondes scent, and the two quickly met up in the woods. Scott nods, the two sprinting away. Scott chased the scent, Kennedy not far behind. She felt safe, oddly enough. Like this was what she should be doing. Suddenly, Scott is on his hands and feet like a dog, and Kennedy prays she never does something like that. Her eyes grow gold as she sees a figure running, and running fast. She smirks, watching Scott tackle it to the ground. She rushes over, seeing the werewolf growl, and Scott growling back.

The pair of friends stop. "You're not Lydia." Scott retorts. The unknown werewolf growls, and Kennedy jumps in front of Scott. "Ken, no!" She growls as she deflects its punches, throwing him to the ground. The man snarls, tackling her. The two wrestle around, Kennedy throwing him into the tree. The man growls at her again, before running off. Kennedy and Scott share worried looks, and Kennedy's gold eyes shift back to blue. "Are you crazy?"

"What? He was going to hurt you." Kennedy deadpanned.

"I can handle myself!" Scott snaps, catching Kennedy off guard. "I may not be much more experienced than you, but you're not able to control yourself, Ken." The girl looks away, not wanting to admit that she had been struggling. "Stop trying to fight, there will be a time when we need that energy." The brunette is quiet as she looks around the woods, nodding slowly. Scott sighs, patting her back. "Lets go find him."

The two begin to run again, chasing after the unknown werewolf. The two skid to a stop, watching as the man is swept off his feet, hanging in the air. "It's another trap," Kennedy whispers, looking up at him. Before either of them could do anything else, they are grabbed by their jackets, thrown to the side. Kennedy lands on her stomach, "Give a girl a warning, will ya?" She huffs, looking up as Derek Hale begins to drag Scott away. Huffing, Kennedy pushes herself up, jogging after him. Kennedy hides by a tree near Scott and Derek, watching as a group of hunters approach the snarling creature.

Chris Argent circles the creature, preparing a tazer like baton. He prsses it to the creatures chest, causing it to scream in pain, turning human "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Nothing. Nothing, I swear." Stutters the man. Kennedy looks past them, seeing an older man Kennedy didn't recognize.

"You're not from here, are you?" Kennedy looked back at Scott and Derek. Derek presses a finger to his lips. "Are you?!"

The man shakes his head. "No. No, I came, I came looking for the Alpha. I heard he was here. That's all." His voice wavers through the air, "Look, I didn't do anything. I didn't hurt anyone. No one living. He wasn't alive in the ambulance. He wasn't, I swear."

"Gentlemen!" The old mans voice catches Kennedy off guard. "Take a look at a rare sight." The man glances at Chris. "You wanna tell them what we've caught?"

Chris smirks, looking up at the werewolf. "An Omega."

"The lone wolf! Possibly kicked out of his own pack. Or the survivor of a pack that was hunted down. Maybe even murdered. And possibly alone by his own choice. Certainly not a wise choice." Derek pulls Scott back more, Kennedy gripping the tree as she hides They watch as the hunter walks over, a sword in his hands. "Because, as I am about to demonstrate an Omega rarely survives on his own." Kennedy gasps, watching as this man cuts the werewolf in half. She breathes heavily, her stomach churning at the sight.

"You see what they do?" Kennedy heard Derek say to Scott. "This is why you need me. Why we need each other. The only way to fight them is together."

"What are they doing?"

Kennedy turns, looking over at her cousin. His green eyes focus on the scene in front of them "Declaring war." He mutters. The girl looks down, her heart feeling like it was being pulled out of her chest.

Derek leans down, "Run," He says just so Kennedy and Scott can hear. The three break out into sprints, Kennedy making sure to not be seen by anyone other than them as she sprints through the trees. Her brown hair waved behind her, her dirty dress riding up her legs as the wind around her picked up. The three eventually found themselves at the Hale House, where Kennedy's car was parked. She looks down in thought, processing the fact that she just watched a innocent man die.

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Isaac Lahey ran down the streets of Beacon Hills, hiding from his father. His eyes wildly search for someone, something. His eyes land on a red car, and a girl in the passenger seat. He sighs in relief, sprinting towards it.

Kennedy sits in her parked car, texting Allison to see if she was okay, when a loud bang is on her passenger side window. She looks up, seeing the frantic teenage boy. She turns down her music, rolling the window down. "Isaac?" She asks, confused.

"Kenny, please help me," Kennedy could hear his heartbeat, it was fast. Really fast. He was soaking wet from the rain, and his eyes were wide and moving rapidly. She unlocks the passenger side door, letting him climb in.

"Okay, do you want to tell me what the hell is going on?" She asks, looking around. Isaac opens his mouth to talk, when the sound of a man screaming catches them off guard. Kennedy looks ahead, unsure what that was.

She reaches for her door handle, when Isaac grabs her wrist. "Don't go out there," He whispers, his eyes full of concern. Kennedy quirks a brow in confusion. "It's my dad,"

The brunette purses her lips, knowing fully well Isaac's dad was never the nicest man. She's known Coach Lahey since she was little, of course she knew things about him. She just prayed the anger never reached Isaac. But, from the way he looked at her, his eyes filled with fear, and his heartbeat beating faster than fast, she knew it had. There was a second scream, causing Kennedy and Isaac to jump. The two looked in the direction of the horrible sounds, and it was clear to them that something was out there. Something neither of them wanted to find.

Isaac breathes heavily, getting out of the car. "Wait, where are you going?" Kennedy asks, leaning over so she could look out the passenger side.

"I have to find Derek," He says, running off.

"Find Derek? Why would you-" The brunette stops, groaning. "Are you kidding me!?