Nothing had ever been so clear before in Allison's life.

Every moment she could remember in her past was wondering what she was good at. Trying every possible thing. Only succeeding at archery. Who the hell does archery anyway? And when everything finally came to light, it was just made so much more muddled. So her family hunted werewolves. But what if they were harmless, like Scott? How could it be acceptable to kill them? But how could she resist the tradition that was her heritage? Who did she owe her loyalty to?

Background noise. That's all it was now. And the answer was so obvious. She didn't owe anyone. She was going to make her own decisions, and she was going to avenge her mother. My mom is dead. Mom, how could you go. Why couldn't you stay. Mommy, please. Not in the wishy-washy way that daddy was so fond of, though. She wasn't daddy's little girl now. She didn't like her 'grandpa' any more than she had before, but he was the only one who wasn't so foolishly blinded by moral complications.

Derek took from me. I need you, mom. I don't know that I understand.

I will take from him. They're just teenagers, how can they be such monsters? No. Shut up, they are.

And then, I will take him.

So simple.

Take no prisoners.

Clear. As. Crystal.