The Kanima had already wounded and killed too many innocent souls, to the point where the McCall pack had to do everything to prevent another from being taken.

They worked out a plan to try and figure out who the Kanima master is; deprive it of its source, its meaning. And especially after finding out that Jackson is in fact the creature itself, you and the others got to work putting together something he couldn't ignore - a rave.

After all, by day (and almost by night), he was still a teenager that loved a crowd; and apparently, so did the Kanima. There was no doubt that the pulsing lights, and thump of bass, and the smell of dozens of hot bodies would draw in both the boy and the creature in him.

You stood pressed to a wall, feeling every kick of music in your chest, as though the speaker played from inside it. Faces and bodies glowed with off-blue greens and oranges and blues. The way they moved, the ravers, was like they were trying to become the lights above. It almost made you forget that you were supposed to be on the lookout for anything that remotely resembled either a reptilian, or Jackson.

And the way the strobe bounced off the dark glazed surface of Stiles' eyes. That was mainly what made you almost forget about everything.