Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, or any of the characters, plot-lines, dialogue from the shows or books.

However, I do own Clara Dunbar, her backstory, the storyline, and any additional characters that do not belong to Teen Wolf. Characters in this story may not have the same opinion as you. These characters are all fictional.

OC - Elizabeth Olsen

"Alright! Enough moping. Get up," The girl with the shoulder-length hair said, keeping a hand on her waist.

"I am sick," a muffled voice answered, from under the covers.

"Really...with what?" the girl asked, not believing the statement one bit.

"I think it's Flu...or, maybe, it's Pneumonia," the voice said, this time.

"I don't think werewolves can get sick, Liam," Clara said, rolling her eyes.

"Well, I can," was her brother's reply.

"Come on, Liam. You can't just stay under the covers all day," Clara Dunbar stated, shaking her brother a little who was covered in his sheets, making him look like an Egyptian mummy.

"I don't think I should be going to school when I have a 3 million bounty on my head," Liam explained to his twin, for the nth time.

"What are you planning to do then? What are you going to answer to dad and mom? 'Hey, mom, dad. I recently turned into a werewolf, and now have a bounty of 3 million on my head. Few assassins are looking for me. So, I decided to skip school for eternity, and stay inside the house,'" Clara asked sarcastically.

"That should work, right?" Liam asked, peaking through his comforter.

"Yeah. They will think you are having some major issues and will send you to the Eichen house," His sister said, with her stoic face, "Or, maybe they will send you to another therapy, in hopes of diminishing the works of your highly imaginative brain."

"But...I don't want to die just yet," Liam groaned.

"And you think, staying home will extend your time? Did you forget the assassin by the name of 'The Mute' attacked the whole wendigo family while they were inside their home?" Clara questioned, with a hand on her waist.

"You are not helping," Liam vocalized.

"I am," his older twin, by 15 minutes, said, "I am trying to make you understand how stupid your idea is. You are more protected when you are with your pack, or in a crowded place, like our school."

With that, Liam finally sat up in his bed, discarding the sheets that were covering his face.

"Fine. But if I die, then that's on you," the newly turned werewolf huffed.

"I know. Which is why I am taking the nunchucks with me," his twin explained, a smile plastered on her face. And yes, it was condescending.

Liam narrowed his eyes at his sister, "Weapons are not allowed inside the school."

"Firearms are not allowed in school," Clara corrected him. "And, lucky for us, nunchucks are not one. Besides, I heard Kira carries her katana every day to school, disguising it as a fancy belt."

"The whole school is crazy," Liam said, getting out of the bed. He went straight for his closet and took a pair of clothes. "Do you really trust them with our lives?"

To this, the honey-blonde girl released a sigh. She took a moment and said, "Remember when I went out with Scott yesterday? To our old school?"

"Yeah," her brother answered.

Neither of the siblings went to school the other day. In fact, the whole pack didn't go. Kira stayed home, as she was afraid to leave her mum alone after seeing her name in the Deadpool. No one heard from Malia after she stormed out of the lakehouse. Stiles and Lydia were going around the town explaining everything to the Deputy, Jordan Parrish, and the banshee, Meredith Walker, whose current residence is in Eichen House.

Liam just didn't want to leave the house, and his parents gave him a free pass for the day as it was not a daily occurrence. They believed he would come to them if he needs help. But what shocked the Beta more was when his sister truanted from school, saying she will stay home, as well, to look after him. However, as soon as their parents left for work, Clara decided to leave the house with his Alpha giving a very vague explanation. Liam really didn't enquire much about it when she came back home, as he was too absorbed in self-pity.

"I realized then that they help people even if they don't know them. And they also go to great lengths to do it if they think or know when some innocent is about to die," Clara said. "I mean, all the people on the Deadpool we met yesterday...Scott doesn't know anyone of them, but he still took a day off from his already crazy life and went to inform them and asked them to be careful. They didn't have to do that, but they still did it."

Liam nodded his head with a sigh. "Where did you guys go, anyway?"

"We went to Devenford Prep first. Because Brett Talbot's name was on the list, along with his whole pack. His Alpha values 10 million, and Brett's a million," Clara explained.

"What?...How?...Why?" Liam asked unintelligently. It was not every day you hear that your fricking enemy was a werewolf.

"Apparently, Brett is a born werewolf. Like, Derek. His parents also died in a fire accident. From then onwards, Brett and his sister stayed with the local Alpha, Satomi Ito. I was told Satomi was a bitten wolf like you.
Derek and Brett talked about her with high respect," The green-eyed girl recounted.

"Does he know? Brett! Does he know I am a werewolf?" Liam asked hurriedly.

"Yes. How was I going to ask him about his pack without proper explanation?" Clara spoke. "And I am sorry I told him about you, without your permission. But, I decided it was the right thing to do as there were so many lives on the line."

"Why didn't you tell me about this a bit early?" Liam questioned. "Maybe, I would've come with you."

"Would you have agreed to come with me if you knew it was Brett?" his sister shot back. Liam stayed silent at this. Of course, he wouldn't have. The Beta, literally, would give anything not to see the Captain of the Devenford Prep lacrosse team. Also, he was busy the whole weekend, whining and bitching on about everything that's happened to him.

"Anyway, as I was saying before you interrupted me, Derek's mother was a friend to Satomi before she died. We didn't know she was Brett's Alpha before that. Which is why Derek went on his own to search for her before that based on a guess. But once Scott showed to Brett, that he was a True Alpha, which is a huge thing in the werewolf community...Brett agreed to take us to his Alpha. So, we called Derek, and explained to him, who then decided to tag along with us. Once we reached there, he explained the seriousness of the situation to Satomi. And, their Alpha believed as the dead, Demarco guy, and Carrie Hudson were members of her pack," Clara said.

"Anyhow, I talked with the Alpha about you and your IED problem, and she gave me a piece of advice. Apparently, Satomi had the same problem. She dedicated her whole life learning control so that she would never take an innocent life. After years of traveling with people and gaining knowledge, she found an answer to her problem. It's now their pack Mantra. About two dozen people of Satomi's pack use it to control their lycanthropy. A Buddist quote, 'Three things that cannot long be hidden: The Sun, The Moon, The truth.' The Mantra usually helps them gain control over their transformation. Derek's pack also has one like that. It's called Alpha, Beta, and Omega. They use that to teach young werewolves to gain some control over their transformations. Derek was thaught that during his childhood, along with his siblings. It's training wheels. I thought maybe it will help you as well."

"How does a saying help?" Liam asked confused.

"It's not the mantra that helps, per se, it's the intent. Werewolves normally control their transformation by channeling their anger, hatred, or even pain. They find their anchor in something. It doesn't always work for everyone. Sometimes you can't find a stable anchor. This is when the Buddist quote comes into play. When a wolf gets angry, their heartbeat increases, so the trick is to control one's heartbeat. By repeating the mantra, one should imagine themselves becoming calmer, and they stay more in control with each repetition. The mantra can be anything. I guess a mantra that has a meaning will have more effect," Clara explained, everything she understood calmly. "Wanna try it?"

"I don't know," Liam said nervously.

"It's just a try. I am not asking you to transform. Just repeat it 5 times and see if it works," Clara suggested. And when her brother nodded after a long thought, she smiled. "Alright. Repeat after me. What are the three things that cannot long be hidden?"

"The sun, the moon, the truth," the twins said simultaneously, and they did it 5 more times, their voice a little louder with each repetition.

"How do you feel," the older twin asked, tilting her head to the side.

"Calm?" the boy said, more like questioned.

"That's good. Still feel the itch to burst out like yesterday?" The green-eyed girl questioned again.

"Not really," he said, thinking a bit.

"Great. That's wonderful," The girl said with a smile. "Ready for school, then?"

"Yupp."

The school was boring for Clara. She mostly knew everything they were going to say. But though she wouldn't say it out loud, she likes to brush up her facts every few times. She saw the whole pack there. She also met up with Mason as he went on about his jacket and his friend Garrett. Throughout the day, the only thought in her mind was her brother. She felt guilty for not being able to help him. The perspective is important in some things. The Dunbar girl, even though, gives the best pep talks, wasn't satisfied with her work as she doesn't know how her brother actually feels. Knowing and enduring are two different things. She knows for a fact she can trust Scott, but she also knows it's a fictional show where the protagonist has more importance. The Protagonist won't die, but the same thing can't be said to the side characters. The directors may even write to kill off side characters just for the character development of the hero.

"Hey, Clara. Are you alright?" Stiles asked the green-eyed girl in front of him, that's staring into space.

"Yeah. Tell me," Clara said, shaking her head, aware of the surroundings around her.

"I am talking about the murders," The hyperactive spaz said. "What do you think?" he said, pushing the photos towards her. They were sitting at the cafeteria for lunch.

"Stiles, where did you find the crime scene photos," the Dunbar girl said, wide-eyed. "Did you steal them from the sheriff's office?"

"I didn't steal them," the Stilinski kid scoffed, as if it was a dumb question, "I borrowed it from my dad...without his permission."

The honey-blonde rolled her eyes at that. It was such a Stiles-answer.

"Anyway, do you notice those marks near the stab wounds?" Stiles asked, "Don't you think they are familiar?"

"I guess. It's an octagon, pretty common symbol," Clara said, not thinking much.

"Yeah, but it's small, and the weapon they used to kill Carrie Hudson must be inside whatever tool they are carrying. So, think, you are probably the only intelligent person to figure it out," Stiles said, "Next to Lydia and I, of course. But she is busy, trying to reach Malia, who still hasn't called me or come back to school."

Clara decided to not comment on it, and help him to keep his mind off things."When you mean, hiding a weapon in something...are talking about those fancy canes in spy movies?"

"Yeah. Something like that. Something a teenager could carry with them, and not feel out of place," Stiles said.

"Why do you think it's a teenager?" The green-eyed girl asked, confused.

"Remember the Demarco guy?" Stiles said and continued when the girl nodded her head, "We think the assassin who killed him would've known Demarco would come to the party to deliver kegs. And since it's a student who ordered it, I am going with the teenagers as my prime suspect."

"Okay. So, what would you guys carry that no one would give a second glance towards?" Clara said aloud.

"Condoms, maybe," Stiles said.

"Condoms that can kill people, and are in the shape of an octagon," Clara asked with a raised eyebrow. "I am talking about the lacrosse stick, Stiles. It's like a cane, and can carry a hidden dagger if they want at the other end of it."

Stiles immediately scrambled to his feet and grabbed a lacrosse stick from the guy sitting at another table. He inspected the bottom closely, and exclaimed, "Yes, it's the lacrosse player."

He immediately grabbed the younger girl's hand and dragged her to the empty boy's locker room to search for the murder weapon.

"You do know that everyone has their own gear, right?" The girl said, not interested in indulging the older boy.

"Then, what should we do?" Stiles asked frustrated, "Scott, Liam, and Kira are on the team, and there's a scrimmage tomorrow with Devenford Prep, for which Brett is the captain. The killer could go after anyone."

"Fine. First, let's talk with Scott. Then we will figure out if there is a way to cancel the game. We will also inform Brett and ask him to drop out," The girl suggested calmly, "And, we will then hope no one dies."

"Great plan, I guess."