No one's POV

Stiles runs down the hallway looking for Sara scared she's hurt from fighting the alpha he knows she can heal but he needs to know that she's alright. He stops his heart slamming against his rib cage he knows it's not his best idea ever to have his heart beat this high cause the alpha can probably easily hear it. But he cares too much about his best friend to care. Stiles stops opening his mouth to yell her name but he stops rethinking that idea in a school with werewolves in it. He makes a noise between the sound of a dying animal and a groan of frustration before starting to run again down random hallways. Desperate to find her in a classroom or walking about the school safe. Stiles stops when he sees blood on the floor of the hallway he looks about the hallway for a sign of someone.

"Sara?" his voice is shaking scared she's hurt bad. Stiles sticks his head in a classroom door his eyes grow wide when he sees the door of the classroom on the floor, chairs broken into pieces. And lying on the ground slightly hidden by a desk is the one thing he didn't want to see tonight.

"Sara!" Stiles yells running over to her limp body scrabbling on the floor beside her rolling her over gagging when he sees the blood soaking through her top. Stiles stops running his hands over his face and through the small amount of hair he has trying to think of what to do. He knows he doesn't have enough upper body strength to pick her up but he needs to do something. Stiles breathes deep rolling her gently till she's completely on her back he closes his eyes holding back the urge to throw up right there on her. Slowly Stiles pulls her top up over her stomach and waist he stops just before her bra knowing she'd kill him if he saw her in her bra. Again. He stares wide-eyed and scared at the rather large claw marks that go deep into the skin just above the waistband of her jeans. His eyes slowly travel up to the three large gashes travelling across her upper chest, Stiles takes another deep breath in before he pulls her top all the way up to her shoulders. The blush creeps up his neck over his face all the way to the tips of his ears as he looks at Sara's bra that has been slashed through slightly. He brushes his finger across the gash lightly watching it very slowly start to patch itself together he wants to pick her up and be the hero. And hates himself that he can't. Stiles jumps back when Sara's eyes open suddenly glowing bright in the dim light he scrabbles back watching her mouth open gasping for air as her back arches inhumanly high of the ground.

"Sara," Stiles can swear his voice echoes around the classroom as Sara slowly pulls herself up off the floor turning her head to look at Stiles her face emotionless. Stiles gulps staring at her move her body like it's the first time she's ever used it he holds his breath when she turns her gaze back to him. A slow evil grin appearing on her face as she crawls towards him like he's prey she's caught for herself. Sara grins pulling herself in between his legs running a hand lightly over his neck looking at him smiling like a temptress. She leans into him her lips grazing his ear sending a very nice shiver down Stiles spine causing him too become slightly stiff in his pants. Sara notices the sudden shift in his smell she leans inhaling his scent deeply the hint of arousal makes her grin grow more and her lips graze his neck teasing him.

"Poor little Stiles never getting the girl he really wants," she whispers in his ear one of her hands slowly trailing down his chest and down over the front of his jeans grazing the front of them. Stiles body freezes when he feels her touch going over his slightly tented jeans.

"Sara this isn't you stop," he says trying to keep his voice from becoming a moan when she runs a hand over the front of his jeans again laughing as she does.

"How do you know Stiles? You don't know the dirty things I've done," she whispers the last part in his ear before leaning back looking at him. Stiles looks at his best friend who smirks at him standing up slowly making sure to bend over letting him get a good look at her body. But her confidence fades when it hits her what's she's done and what's happened to her. Sara looks down at her wounded body that is healing slower than normal because the wounds are from an alpha she pulls her top back down ripping the stained bottom off the fabric landing on the floor in a wed red lump. She looks at Stiles her eyes slowly turning back to her normal shade of pale blue/grey she forces a smile before turning on her heel wanting to get away from the awkward tension.

"I'm sorry Stiles," she says to him tears beginning to run down her face as she looks at him sitting confused and turned on watching her leave. Sara wipes her tears away beginning to run down the hallway away from Stiles who yells her name. She pushes herself running at full speed down the hallway bursting through a door at the end of the hallway turning away towards the lacrosse field needing to get outside. She breathes in the cold night air; the feeling of it against her skin calms her down, drying the tears on her face. Sara leans against the wall breathing deep trying to think of a plan she needs to go home and get out of here. Away from this for a while and find out what the hell that alpha was talking about. She breaths deep causing her wounds to open slightly and bleed a little just adding more to the dried blood on her skin. Sara sighs just wanting to go home and forget al of this. She walks towards her bike pulling the keys out her pocket she forces herself to keep her gaze straight ahead and not dare look at Derek's empty car or at the limp body of his corpse. Sara tears roll down her face without her even realising it; she lets out a whimper as she tries to keep her breathing calm.

No Sara come on you have to keep it together. Cry when you get home Sara

Sara keeps repeating that phrase in her head over and over again. She swings her leg over the body of the bike pulling her hair up into a scruffy ponytail before stuffing it up into her helmet. Sara forces herself to look over at where Derek's body lies a tear runs down her cheek as the pain of losing her mate slowly begins to wash over her again. She closes her eyes revving her engine pulling her bike away from the school keeping her back to Derek's car not wanting to see it in her mirrors. Sara knows she needs to get out of Beacon Hills for a while take a break from all of this.

Jonathan checks his watch again then looks back at the clock beginning to get worried about Sara even though he knows she's safe out there by herself. But it's nearly two in the morning, which is late even for her. He stands up slowly deciding it's time he should go to bed and stop worrying because she is probably stating over night at Scott or Stiles.

"You worry too much John," he says chuckling to himself as he stands up groaning when he leaves the comfort of his old armchair, he looks round the room looking at the photos of his family through out the years. Jonathan smiles at the picture of his late wife sitting with both his children in her arms laughing happily.

"I shouldn't worry so much should I?" he says to the picture of his wife smiling. He would give anything to hear her voice again and hold her in his arms again but he knows he can't do that and he had to accept that quickly for the sake of his kids. Jonathan turns the lights off not wanting to look at the happy pictures anymore; he knows he can't wallow in his own misery Sara needs him and even though he doesn't speak with his son Caleb much he is still there for him. Despite the fact that they argue the two of them have agreed to stop arguing for Sara. Jonathan yawns walking through the house making sure everything is secure, he double checks to make sure with this other alpha running loose. It's better to be safe than sorry, he thinks. He walks towards the front door ready to lock it when it bursts open Sara stumbling into the house she falls onto the ground holding her stomach tightly. Jonathan looks at his daughter lying in front of him covered in blood, sweat and dirt looking at him with blood-shot eyes.

"Dad can we leave?" Sara asks him tears beginning to roll down her cheeks again after only just stopping crying. Jonathan bends down looking at the scabby wounds and dried blood on her body, he pulls her up off the floor too look at her properly. He stares at her wounds Sara tries not to kick her legs about and complain he's babying her too much and that she's a grown up.

"Sara what happened?" he asks anger and pain in his voice as he looks at her.

"I picked a fight with the alpha bastard kicked my ass and," she stops tears suddenly beginning to pour out her eyes when she thinks of Derek dying again.

"And he killed Derek dad," she says covering her eyes with her hands sobbing loudly.

"I lost my mate dad I'm seventeen I-i," she stops holding her arms out wanting a hug from her dad badly. Jonathan pulls her in tightly holding his daughter as she cries into his shoulder. He can't believe this. Jonathan doesn't know what to say or do right now his little girl has lost her mate after only having him for two months.

"Sara sweetheart go have a shower then pack a bag enough for a few days and we're going up to DC too stay with your Aunt Lily," he says to Sara wiping her tears away smiling at her trying to cheer her up. Sara sniffs wiping her eyes nodding her head wanting to get away from here she doesn't want to stay here.

"Yes dad," she says nodding her head slowly.

"There's my girl I'll get the car ready," he says to her smiling.

Sara's POV

I sigh as the hot water runs over my body washing away the blood and dirt not wanting it on me any longer. I hate this right now my whole life seems to be a big mess. First this alpha appears, then Scott gets bitten and now I lose my mate. I close my eyes tightly gasping when the pain of the water getting into my wounds stings like crazy.

"Fuck," I hiss pushing my hands against the walls of my shower tightening my muscles, my toes curling up automatically as I brace myself against the pain. I close my eyes again lifting my head holding my breath as the water hits against my face and every memory from tonight flashes in front of my eyes. I shake my head wrapping my arms round my body tears slowly beginning to run down my face no matter how hard I try too stop them. I scream punching the wall in front of me the tiles shattering on impact I look down at my closed fist and the bleeding wounds that disappear within a matter of seconds. I want him back. I want his arms around me again. I fall to my knees holding my stomach as sobs turn into desperate gasps for air, I drop my head knowing no matter how much I wish I won't come true.

Pull yourself together Sara; this is no time to cry. You need to get it together. You can mourn later but right now you can't slip into that place again.
I breathe in deep pulling myself up off the shower floor turning the water off coming out the shower I wipe my eyes one last time looking at my reflection in the mirror. I scowl at my blood shot eyes and the bags slowly appearing under them, guess pale-faced scary girl is my new look now. I scoff at my thoughts more like widowed teenage werewolf. I dry myself quickly brushing my teeth throwing toiletries into a bag as I do. I pull my favourite black underwear set on combing my hair as I walk into my room to finish packing my two large duffle bags. I pull on my comfy dark grey sweatpants the waistband sitting just on my hips to avoid rubbing on the wounds. I look round for the one thing I really want a smile appears on my lips without my even realising I pull Derek's top over my head breathing in deep the smell of his scent. It sends warmth through me as I shove clothes into one of the bags I pull my laptop, the photo album out my memory box and school stuff into the other. I pull my worn out leather jacket on picking my bags up walking out my room I turns my lights out checking I have my phone just in case. Even though I won't pick it up if anyone calls, my favourite picture of me and Derek is on it I want it near me.

"Sara?" I look at my dad as he stands at the bottom of the stairs waiting for me; I smile coming down the stairs quickly he smiles backing taking one of my bags kissing my forehead gently. My smile fades with his gentle gesture why am I such a horrible daughter? I should have never let Derek claim me then we wouldn't be leaving for DC right now, he wouldn't be worrying about me. He thinks I can't see the sadness in his eyes or the worry lines that appear around his eyes every now and then. I can. And I feel so bad because I know he worries about me enough and now this has too happen. I turn my head opening my mouth to say something but he's already out the front door waiting for me to join him, I close my mouth swallowing my comments.

"Come on!" he yells at me, I nod my head speed walking over to him locking the door behind me. I throw my bag over my shoulder moving for the back of the car but I stop when I see he's putting bags in between something. I come up behind him too see my bike packed into the back of the car the seat and wheel taken off propped up beside it.

"Dad?" I turn to look at him as he just smiles at me holding a hand up to stop any more questions.

"Don't ask I know you'll want it to get about and also your uncle wants to do another paint job," he says to me smiling. I smile hugging him tightly happy to have my bike because he knows I'll want to go visit mum's grave while I'm here. And I can't really constantly take the car to use constantly. He laughs rubbing his hand on my back I breathe in deep trying to hold back the tears building up in my eyes.

"Thank you dad," I say stepping back wiping my eyes with the sleeves of Derek's top smiling taking my bag with me into the front of the car deciding to use it as a pillow.

"No problem sweetie," he says slamming the back door shut making sure it's locked and isn't going to open half way to DC and my bike flies out. I pull my knees up under my chin leaning on my arm burying my face into the crock of my elbow breathing in Derek's scent. I close my eyes falling asleep curled up happily listening to the sound of the car engine and my dad humming. The sounds make me smile bring a much needed peaceful sleep filled with nightmares instead it's filled with just peaceful emptiness.

I yawn burying my face into my elbow more groaning as I slowly wake up to the sounds of people talking and cars driving past, I open my eyes slowly not wanting to wake up but knowing I have too. The sun beats down on the top of my head through the window, come need to move I say to myself.

"Sara," the voice rings in my ears like a fire alarm going off in my head. I wince covering my ears with my hands quickly shit what is going on? I lift my head turning to look at my dad as he stands in the open door looking at me. I close my eyes tightly when the suns catch's in my eyes, shit that's bright.

"Sara are you okay?" I open my eyes slowly looking at my dad.

"Yeah I am it's just bright," I stop to laugh a little.

"Different from the constant cloud and rain in Beacon Hills," I say smiling at him. He laughs at my joke sitting down beside me in the car as I look outside at the small diner we've pulled into, ah yet another burger and fried food to add to the list. I turn my head looking at him with raised eyebrows knowing he knows perfectly fine that I want him to eat healthy. Even though he is a werewolf with extremely good health I don't want him getting any complications. I've lost one parent I don't want to lose another.

"I know what your thinking but I was hungry and we aren't near your aunt's house to get something healthy," he says to me laughing a little.

"Well did you get me anything?" I ask him holding my hand out wanting my take out bag. He laughs swinging his legs into the car dropping a brown paper bag into my lap my stomach starts to make dying whale noises when I get a smell of the bacon cheese burger and curly fries in the bag. God I am hungry. I prop my feet up against the dash board opening the bag digging the burger out wanting to eat my favourite guilt food in the world. My dad laughs as he watches me scarf down the burger in record time pulling the car away from the diner beginning to drive towards DC again.

"Well someone's hungry," he says watching my slowly start to eat the fries looking out the window at the passing houses and people.

"Yeah I am. Wait how long have I been asleep for?" I ask him before shoving a handful of fries in my mouth like Stiles.

"Um about ten hours or so," he stops to glance at me quickly as I chew fries watching people as we pass them in the car.

"You seemed very peaceful given what you saw last night Sara," he says as we turn off the main road away from all the medium suburb house into the area where large mansions sit side by side. I swallow my last mouthful of fries suddenly losing my appetite for the rest of them, my mind drifts back to Derek. To the alpha's hand plunging through his chest taking the best thing in my life away just as fast as I got it back.

"His scent helped me sleep," I say quietly watching as we pull up to the large iron gates that my uncle built and designed himself just for the house. My dad sighs deciding not to press any further into the matters involving last night and how I feel about it. I smile when I see the huge house coming into view as we pull up the driveway to the house; my smile grows more when I see Caleb's favourite Harley parked outside the house. I glance at dad quickly knowing he must have been the one to call Caleb I know that must have been hard for him since the two hate talking to each other. Normally they only talk when it involves pack stuff or me. And of course this incident is me. It's all me. I jump out the car before it even stops running to the open garage door looking round desperately for Caleb needing him right now. God I want one of his hugs so bad right now. I open my mouth to yell for him but someone opening the inside door of the garage catches my attention.

"Well hey," I cut Caleb short running at him wrapping my arms round him tightly, he laughs but stops when I begin to sob clinging to him like a four year old. Caleb pulls me in closer to him holding me tightly as I begin to sob loudly the sound echoing through the garage he and I both know this is just the start of my crying. I'm probably going to cry all through the night and then not leave my room for a few days.

"Come on Sara let's get you inside," he says pulling away from me putting a protective arm round my shoulder pulling me in to his chest I nod my head as tears continue to roll down my cheeks. Caleb leads me into the cool house walking me towards the noise coming from the kitchen, I stop when I feel a twinge in my stomach. No. Please for the love of god not again. I shove Caleb off me full force watching him fall to the ground the air knocking out his lungs; I turn running towards the bathroom throwing the door open. I retch tears streaming down my face I close my eyes sobbing as the vomit doesn't come up and just sits in my stomach.

"Sara?" Caleb says my name just as the vomit decides too appear out of me. I gag trying to bring the rest of it up out my stomach hoping that if I get it all out my stomach it'll all be out my system. I wince when my hearing suddenly picks up the noise of everyone's feet slamming on the wooden floors running to see what's wrong. This is the problem with having a family full of werewolves; they can hear anything your doing. That's probably the reason Caleb never brought girls home. Well never brought them home when I was in. I turn my head to look at my brother, dad and now also nearly one whole side of my family looking at me as I lie on the floor draped over the toilet.

"Hello family nice to see you too," I say to them leaning back from the toilet bowl pushing my hair out my face. I grab a towel from beside me wiping my face and neck clean of sweat, shit now I need to take another shower.

"Alright everyone that isn't a female away now!" I smile to myself when my Aunt Lily pushes everyone out the way her mass of unruly brown curly hair framing her extremely pretty face.

"There is my beautiful niece," she says pulling me up off the floor of the bathroom into a huge hug I smile wrapping my arms round her happy that she's here to make me feel better.

"My poor baby girl your dad told me what happened now I'm going to get you a tub of ice-cream and every sad movie I can get my hands on," she says holding me tightly carrying me out of the bathroom and down the hall towards the spare room that she has for me. I love her so much she's so amazing; she always knows how to cheer me up when I'm sad. I grip hold of her top tightly starting to cry again burying my face in her shoulder. She pulls me close as she slows sits down on the bed holding me into her chest rocking gently trying to calm me down.

"It'll be alright sweetie," she whispers softly in my ear rubbing her hand up and down my arm gently continuing to rock me back and forth.

"How? I'm seventeen and I've already lost my mate," I say my voice shaking with sobs.

"I-i let him c-claim m-me," my voice becoming high pitched and breaking from the hard sobs that shake my entire chest. I wrap my arms round my core trying to hold my ribs in place as they begin to ache from the sobs that escape me. I never wanted this. I wanted a normal life, spending time with Scott and Stiles, going out with Derek and just be normal. Well as normal as being a teenage werewolf can be. Not running round at night trying to catch an alpha that wants to kill me and training my best friend to be a werewolf. Lily hushes me stroking my hair pulling me in so close a breath couldn't separate us I curl up in her chest like a child. After some time I push against her chest my tears dry now just wanting to be alone and sleep through some of this pain. I know that in a couple of days I'm going to wake up at four in the morning and end up training for hours. I always think after a few days if I try to sweat it'll help but it never does. But I still do it. She holds my face in her hands looking at me brushing some of my hair behind my ear kissing my forehead gently.

"Sleep well I'm just upstairs if you need me," she says to me standing up as I roll off her lap onto the soft covers of the bed. I force a smile at her curling up in a ball burying my face into the crock of my elbow again breathing in Derek. This time it doesn't bring a peaceful empty sleep instead tears well up in my eyes and my throat closes from a sob.

No One's POV

Lily closes the door a look of sadness and concern all over her normally smiley cheerful face, she sighs running her hands down her face trying not to listen to her niece as she cries. Lily just wants to go back in and hold her tightly but she knows this is something she cannot help her deal with. It breaks her heart even more so that Sara looks so much like her late sister Alice.

"She's her double," Lily lifts her head to see Jonathan leaning against the large open doorway to the kitchen holding a glass of whiskey staring down at it.

"She really is," Lily says glancing back at the door wondering how long it'll be before it opens again. She walks past Jonathan heading straight for the whiskey bottle that sits open on the breakfast bar a glass already out for her. Jonathan watches her pouring a large glass drinking it quickly he can feel how stressed she is. He knows this is just as stressful for her as it is for him.

"What the hell is going on Jonathan? She's nearly eighteen and she already has a mate," Lily stops before she says the final part of her sentence unable to believe it herself. Her only niece, her sister's little girl claimed by some boy.

"Claimed Jonathan!" she says her voice rising filled with shock and a little bit of anger. Jonathan sighs walking over to her pouring himself another glass needing to drink after all of this.

"Yes I know Lily but as my daughter has pointed out to me I did the exact same thing when I was her age," he pausing sipping from his glass watching her chuckle pointing a finger at him nodding her head in agreement.

"Ah she is true about that the two of you never stopped. You two were the lucky ones finding each other so young," she says laughing at the memory of finding the two of them making out or in her sister's bed multiple times.

"Sara has done the same with Derek Hale," he says watching Lily's reaction when she hears the name.

"Oh sweet Jesus," she says resting her forehead against the cool glass of her cup, Lily knows how much Derek meant to Sara and now he's dead no wonder she's in the state she is.

"Fuck John how did this happen?" she asks.

"An alpha is in Beacon Hills and from what Sara has told me it doesn't have a pack and is trying to build one," Jonathan stops his eyes suddenly turning red as he thinks of what the monster did to his daughter.

"Last night it attacked Sara and killed Derek," he says crushing the glass in his hand his anger getting the best of him. Lily jumps a little at his sudden out burst she doesn't move looking at the alpha of her pack as he stands in front of her.

"I can't do anything Lily I have to let her do this herself and it kills me that I do," he says running a hand through his hair wary about the choice he has made for his daughter. It pains him but he knows it is the right choice to let her handle this herself.

"Jonathan I don't think you should let her go back," Lily says the words knowing she stepping on thin glass with this. She knows that Jonathan uses the exact same tough love parenting on his kids as his father did with him. Lily knows that both Caleb and Sara are the perfect werewolves, trained since they were little in combat, how to control their shifts and how to run a pack. They are Jonathan's pride and joy.

"Lily she will go back no matter what I say to her," he says his gaze falling on the closed door sobs have been replaced by soft breathing of sleep. A small lopsided grin appears on his face as he looks at the door.

"She is just like her mother. Won't listen to anyone when she's supposed too," he says beginning to walk away from Lily leaving her alone in the kitchen. She sighs sitting down in one of bar chairs looking at the door sipping her drink thinking about what she has just been told. Lily knows that Sara has pined after Derek Hale since she was a child and worked extra hard to look good for when she finally saw him again. And by doing so she slowly became her mother, Lily laughs softly to herself sipping her whiskey. Sometimes she'll see Sara and think it's her sister and then she remembers the horrible truth that her sister is gone, closing her eyes she pictures her sisters smile the thought calming her.

Derek groans lying on the worn dirty mattress on the floor of what once was his bedroom, he can smell Sara faintly on his sheets. The images of her lying beside him fill his mind, he let's out another groan not wanting them in his head. She thinks he's dead and the sheriffs thinks he's the reason behind the attack at the school. Either way this is not going the way his way at all. He rolls over burying his face in the pillow breathing in Sara's scent giving into his mind as it fills with images of her smiling at him. But then the image of her screaming and crying watching him die comes into his mind. Derek opens his eyes staring into the shadows around him; she's probably mourning me he thinks. He curses himself for not shouting out too her when he saw her getting on her bike leaving, covered in blood from fighting the alpha. She was so alone and he fucked it up again with her, she's going to kill me he thinks with a sigh.

Four days later

Caleb lifts his head from the newspaper when the door to Sara's room opens slowly his breathing almost stops when he looks at his mother standing in front of him. Reality hits when she starts to walk towards him pulling her hair into a ponytail high on her head, Caleb looks at Sara as she stands in her training clothes. And the next stage of her mourning starts, he thinks to himself watching her push open the door to the training area in the basement not making a sound. Caleb doesn't bother to say anything as he watches her he knows better than to mess with her right now, he smirks she's going to break the punch bag again. He jumps surprised even for a werewolf when rock music suddenly starts to blast through the house.

"Caleb?" he lifts his gaze looking at his aunt as she stands still in her pyjamas even though it's nearly one in the afternoon yawning as she looks at him.

"The wolf's left her hole," he says jerking his thumb towards the basement door where he can hear Sara beating the crap out the punch bag.

Sara's breathing is heavy and laboured as she throws punches at the bag, sweat covers her skin in a thin layer from her work out. She stops for a minute letting her breathing even out again before she starts her next assault on the punch bag. Totally unaware her family are watching her from the doorway concern on their faces when she spins round landing a strong roundhouse kick into the bag sending it flying off the chain. Jonathan looks at her as she wipes her forehead with the back of her hand bringing her breathing back to normal quickly.

"Sara," Jonathan is the first to say something to her after the four days she's been locked in her room. She lifts her head slowly violet eyes burning into his as they slowly changing back to her normal shade of pale blue that continue to burn into Jonathan's eyes.

"I'm sorry did I wake you?" she asks him.

"Sweetie do you know what time it is?" Lily asks her stepping towards Sara her hand out stretch touching her cheek gently concern in her beautiful green eyes.

"Um about four in the afternoon or something?" she says unsure if her answer to the question is correct or not. She shrugs her shoulders turning round and moving to the other punch bag she set up for when she broke the other one. Jonathan watches her mostly concerned about her health but a slight look of admiration is hidden in his eyes as she watches her begin to punch the bag. Her heartbeat is strong echoing in his ears as he walks down the stairs before he's standing behind her. Sara stops her ears twitching when she hears the soft almost silent sound of fabric moving, she duck's down just avoiding her dad's fist crashing into her shoulder. She moves fast planning her next moves trying to calculate what her dad is going to do. Jonathan smirks catching his daughter's fist before it collides with his ribs but the move only makes Sara grin at him lifting her leg and driving her knee behind his leg.

"A cheap move," Jonathan says grabbing her leg pulling it out from under her, Sara groans when her head smacks against the concrete. She growls putting her hands palm down on the ground arching her back off the ground lifting her legs up flipping herself up.

"Shut up," she growls glaring at him.

"What's so wrong Sara? Is it because you let your mate die," Jonathan says watching as his words make her anger grow. Sara growls running at him full speed Jonathan moves out the way tripping her grabbing her arms pinning them behind her back. He keeps her on the ground with one hand she struggles but eventually gives up when a sob escapes her.

"I didn't let him die!" she screams her eyes flaring up bright violet as her shift suddenly comes over her, Sara screams as her wolf basically rips out of her skin. Jonathan moves his other hand keeping her pinned down on the floor knowing her anger is controlling her.

i"Calm down Sara," he says to her jumping slightly when she bears her teeth at him trying to bite a chunk out of his arm.

"Now Sara!" he yells at her pushing her head down on to the floor.

"I couldn't protect him," she says at him her eyes beginning to fill with tears her body shaking with sobs as her shift begins to recede slowly. Jonathan slowly takes his weight off her allowing her a little bit of freedom to move but she doesn't move that far, he watches as Sara pulls her knees up under her chin crouching on the floor. Sara digs her claws straight into the concrete her eyes intensely focused on the ground as she scraps bits out of the concrete.

"I was so weak I-i couldn't protect my mate," she says shutting her eyes tightly her mind going back to that night seeing Derek's heart being ripped into pieces by that monster. She was weak, no matter how much training she does she couldn't protect him.

"All that training, all this working for what!" she yells at her dad not lifting her gaze off the ground.

"He died! I should I have sensed that monster was near us! You told me I could be the best alpha to lead our pack but now look at me!" she screams raising her head to glare at her dad, he steps back as she glares him down.

"I'm no more than a weak teenage girl!" she screams clenching her fists screaming as she lifts her fists slamming them with all her strength into the concrete. Sara cries continuing to pound her fists into the concrete breaking it more and more creating twin craters in the ground her tears dripping from her eyes.

"I am weak," she says her voice quiet and filled with sadness. Jonathan bends down reaching out to take hold of his daughter but stops when she slowly begins to raise her head. Sara stops a sob dying in her throat she snaps her head round looking past Caleb and her aunt as they stand in the door way.

"Sara?" her aunt's voice is like the echo of a memory in her mind as she focuses on the sounds outside. Sara's ears twitch as she stands up slowly trying to focus on the sounds outside and not on her family as they try to catch her attention. She starts to walk out the room her pace picking up the closer she gets towards the back doors out to the large back garden. Caleb runs after her following her to try and make sure she isn't going to do something stupid and get herself hurt again.

"Sara!" he yells running after her watching as she grabs hold of the top of the wooden fence lifting herself up over it in a perfect volley.

Sara's POV

I run as soon as soon as my feet hit the ground, I turn my head looking over my shoulder at the fence I can hear my dad and brother yelling at each other about losing sight of me. I trip over a root of a tree hitting the ground on the freshly healed skin of my chest; I cover my face with my arms falling into the mud and leaves.

"Fuck," I say under my breath peeling myself up off the ground beginning to run again following the sound I heard back in the house. I stop breathing heavily my heart pounding in my chest I can feel it basically hitting against my rib cage. I turn my head round moving round in circles my fists clenched ready for whatever appears near me, I breath deep closing my eyes focusing on the sound around me in the woods. Where are you? Come on you bastard I know your here. I stop when I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up on ends the sound of feet hitting on the ground hard catches my attention. I take a deep breath in raising my head to the sky opening my eyes to look at the moon as it hangs low and full above me. I gasp as my shift takes over me I grin looking at my claws ready for whatever is coming closer to the house. I growl bearing my teeth when the figure bursts through the trees I grab hold of them throwing them over my shoulder adrenalin pumping through me. I yelp when their claws cut down my bare back, I snap my head back growling at them. Bastard. I dig my claws into their stomach grabbing hold of their neck pinning them down onto the ground, I straddle them my hair beginning to fall from the ponytail I had it in.

"Stay away from m-my," my voice dies in my throat as a pair of brilliant blue eyes stare into my eyes. I loosen my grip from around their neck staring unable to find my voice when a hand brushes hair from my face.

"Hey beautiful don't kill me," the voice makes my knees buckle and my heart melt.