"Pick up, pick up, pick up." Stiles chanted as he listened to the ringing beeps. There was no answer and it went straight to voice-mail. With a huff, he decided to leave a voice-mail. Again.

"Hey Vio, it's Stiles again. Look, Derek, Isaac, Erica and Boyd are all outside Scott's house trying to get to Lydia who we have. I know she failed the test but I swear to you she's not the... the bad thing everything says she is. Look, we could really use your help. I texted you his address but here it is. It's-" the message cut off and Stiles swore under his breath, cursing whoever decided the amount of seconds you were allowed to leave voice messages.

"I think I'm gonna have to call my dad." Allison said.

"No, no, no." Stiles said. "If you do then you and Scott—"

"I know." Allison replied. "But they're not here to scare us, they're here to kill Lydia."

Stiles ran a hand over his head. He glanced down to where her crossbow lay. "Do you think you could then maybe shoot one of them?"

"What?"

"Shoot one of them." Stiles repeated, thinking about the plan that was formulating in his head. "If one of them gets hurt then they might flee." Allison stared at him, the panic clear on her face. "Look, we said we could fight back so let's fight back."

"Okay, okay." Allison said, convinced. She looked back out the window. "Which one?"

Stiles immediately went to the tall leader stood in the middle. "Uh, Derek. Yeah, shoot Derek. Preferably in the head." He added.

"If Scott can catch an arrow then Derek definitely can."

"Then shoot one of the other three."

"You mean two?"

"What?" Stiles said, going back to the window. "Wait, where's Isaac?" As he asked the question, the werewolf came stalking up from the back. The werewolf in question immediately went for Allison first, knowing she was the one who had a higher chance of causing him harm. When he threw her down, Isaac immediately rounded on the scrawny human. Seeing Stiles down on the floor, he allowed his eyes to flash, savouring the fear in the human boy's eyes. He took a step forward but found himself walking into a barrier. He frowned and tried again but found that he couldn't past some invisible force. Stiles sat up and a smile came on his face, realising what was happening.

"What is this?" Isaac seethed.

Stiles let out a peal of shocked laughter, feeling smug. It was beyond that. He felt proud. Proud sounded better because rather than it be him who one-upped Isaac, it was Violeta.

The very same girl who came up behind Isaac with a baseball bat. With a swift thwack, Isaac was knocked to the the side. She then dropped the bat and Stiles saw how she spun her wrist and the way the bat started rolling in his direction. Sure, it wasn't much considering everything but he held onto it tight. It was better than nothing.

"You really wanna do this?" She asked the werewolf. Stiles stared at her back. She was dressed in typical 90s hip-hop rapper wear and Stiles' eyes flickered to the black and white Converse that matched the ones covering his own feet.

"Why?" Isaac asked, standing up. "Because you're you? Violeta Rodriguez?"

She tilted her neck to one side, cracking it. The emphasis on her name was clear and Stiles gulped, sensing that Isaac was now privy to just what she was. Violeta, however, paid no attention to that. "Yes, I'm motherfucker who's about to beat some sense back into you."

Isaac lunged. Violeta, unphased and prepared, delivered a quick punch to his throat which made him step back, grabbing it. She then reached for his shoulders and kneed him in the balls. Hard. So hard that even Stiles grabbed his own, wincing for Isaac. Kneeling in pain on the floor, Violeta finished it with a resounding slap across his face.

"Hurt another human and I will kill you."

Stiles exhaled, hearing how simply she said it, like it was a general fact, like she was saying if it rains, I will get wet. There was no malice, no snarling, nothing. And the indifference of it all is what made it even more truthful and terrifying.

She turned and saw where he was still on the floor. She held out a hand for him. He let one hand let go of gripping the bat and let her help him out. Her eyes scanned his face, looking for any wounds.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"Uh, y-yeah."

"Sorry I was late." She said. "Lola had my phone and was watching YouTube and kept declining your calls."

"Oh." Stiles blinked, not expecting such an... innocent answer as to why she wasn't here earlier. He had thought she was caught up in something else supernatural. Or maybe at the shop with everyone else from that side of town. Or maybe even just ignoring him. He didn't imagine that a small child who wanted to watch YouTube could be the reason.

"Lydia isn't the kanima." Stiles said.

"I know." Violeta said, surprising him with how she immediately agreed with him. Stiles didn't ask how she knew or if she know who the kanima was. He knew not to push now. Even if he had realised that Violeta Rodriguez didn't shut off when the conversation turned to supernatural - unlike when it was matters concerning her, personally - Stiles was still picking up on the boundaries that he couldn't (and probably shouldn't) cross.

It also didn't help that at that moment, Isaac groaned and started helping himself up. His eyes flashed yellow but this time, Stiles didn't feel as afraid. Violeta was here. Sure, she was here and yawning, and looking like she didn't see how serious the situation at hand was... but she was here.

However, Scott had arrived just in time to lunge at the pissed off Isaac Lahey.

With both werewolves going at it, Violeta pulled Stiles out of any potential harms way, tugging him by the sleeve. She pulled him into the kitchen and closed the door. He came and sat on the chair as he watched as she walked across the room, hands outstretched. The knives stuck in their wood holder slid across the kitchen island, following her hand. She then grabbed them and Stiles silently watched how she dropped them all into the rubbish bin.

Telekinesis. He had read that in a few of the myths. Seeing it happen in front of him, though, that was something else entirely. Another thing was heightened empathetic abilities.

"Stiles, you need to calm down." She said, turning around and coming back to him.

"That's easy to say." Stiles found himself sassing. "There's a small pack of werewolves trying to kill us."

"They won't. Derek knows better than that." She said. "Because if you die, he'll have me to deal with."

As she said that, it felt like Stiles' heart stopped... then started beating even faster than before.

Even Violeta herself was surprised by her own words. Since when did she become so possessive of Stiles Stilinski? And she didn't just delicately promise this either, no, the words were said with vehemence. Stiles' breathing was still erratic when she said that, but now she had every bit of his attention. "I promise you on my life that I will never allow any harm to come to you."

"You can't protect me from everything." Stiles said. "There's four werewolves out there a-and I—"

"Wow, I'm a little hurt." She said, trying to joke. "But if it will make you feel better..." She moved away from him and opened the door. She marched out. Stiles scrambled after her.

Scott and Isaac were still fighting. Violeta marched up to where Isaac was and grabbed his forehead. When she did so, he fell limp. She then grabbed him by the shirt collar and opened the front door. She threw him out, the werewolf unconscious and landing in a pile at Derek's feet.

"No!"

Violeta didn't turn around as Erica jumped from the top of the stairs, aiming to jump on the other girl. Instead, she threw out her hand and Erica was halted in mid air.

"You bitch! What have you done?!" Erica seethed. Violeta finally turned to look at the werewolf. As her gaze settled on on the blonde werewolf, Erica began screaming.

"You really need to learn to respect others and stop with the arrogance." She let her hand down. Erica landed and howled. Her face morphed, eyes flashing. Violeta, once again, was indifferent to the hysterical werewolf who ran and lunged at her. Before Scott could interfere - or Stiles could ever scream out a 'NO!' Violeta used two fingers to seemingly draw a large circle in mid-air and pushed it forward with a flick. As Erica lunged forward, she lunged into the space where Violeta had drawn... and disappeared.

"W-Where'd she go?" Scott asked.

Violeta gave him a meaningful look and stalked around to walk outside. There, she met Derek standing with Boyd. As she walked down the porch steps, Stiles trailing behind her, one blonde werewolf fell out from open air into a heap beside the Alpha.

"Nice jackets." Violeta spoke as Erica finally regained her senses. "Group discount?"

"You're protecting a killer." Was all Derek said. "And interfering."

"I do no such thing. I only arrived after your wolf attacked." She said. "Speaking of which, your wolves attacked me and innocent humans."

"The kanima needs to be stopped."

"Please, inform me as to when you started playing God and making such decisions." Violeta spoke, crossing her arms. Even though she was a head shorter than Derek and was wearing Adidas track pants and a Fresh Prince of Bel-Air shirt, in that moment, Violeta looked far more intimidating than anyone had ever seen her. Her eyes blazed and the way she stood, the way she spoke, the authority was clear.

"You see," she began, "if you claim to be the alpha you preach to these teenagers, you would have done your research and know that kanimas are one step of completing their transition into become a full werewolf. You said it yourself, they are an abomination for they take the shape of what's reflected in. They have something dark in them that needs to be reconciled for them to find peace and move on."

"Peace?" Derek said. "You keep talking about it but people are still dying. And aren't you supposed to be protecting humans?"

The diss was quite clear and it angered Stiles. No, it pissed him off. How dare Derek blame this on her? Sure, Stiles didn't really fully understand Violeta's role in all of this because he wasn't supernatural and therefore just wouldn't understand it.

Even Scott had mentioned it once; that whenever he was more intune with his werewolf side, there was this unexplainable pull towards Violeta. It was a need to listen and obey that run deeper than any Alpha authority. It was like he wanted to do whatever she wanted, it was willing. To help and to protect her and aid her and do whatever it took to do whatever she wanted.

"I can't very well do watch on the general human population since I have to deal with werewolves making specific targets." Violeta responded.

"Lydia is the kanima!" Derek said.

Violeta, however, smirked for she felt the shift and knew what was coming. Derek felt it too. She closed her eyes and felt for a human presence. She immediately became attuned to Stiles. He was nervous, worried— for her, he was scared and shocked and pissed off? She frowned but forced herself to not dwell on it. She needed to find Lydia. Lydia. Lydia.

It took her more than usual to detach herself from Stiles and find the scared girl who was also annoyed? She smirked and opened her eyes.

"I'll say it in six seconds."

"What?"

There was a screech and everyone who could turned their defences up as the scaly creature crawled out from the shadows out of a window and onto the roof. It stared at Violeta and bared its teeth at her. She flicked her hand and it screamed once more and jumped away.

Violeta turned back to Derek when she heard it. Footsteps. "Three... two... one..." She said and then Lydia Martin burst out the front door and demanded that someone tell her what the hell is going on.

"I told you so." Violeta said with a very, very, very smug grin.

"It's... That's impossible." Derek said. "Lydia failed the test." He said looking at her.

"There are creatures that are inviolable." She said. "You can either do your research or you can trust someone who has the knowledge you can seek."

Violeta then surprisingly turned to Boyd and addressed him. "You've seen what's happened. Judge for yourself what you believe is right. Don't forget who I am, what I can do and what I have done for you. I'm sure your mother hasn't had as many bad days at work as of late. I'm not blackmailing you but I'm reminding you why I'm here." She then pointed at Isaac and Erica on the floor. "Do what they did and I'll do worse."