Derek waited nervously. His uncle wanted them to meet privately so it was no doubt about the plan for the Argent twins during the full moon. One he still wishes he'd reconsider.

Peter showed up.

''You wanted to talk to me?'' Derek opened with.

Peter had thought long and hard about this. He definitely wanted Stiles in the pack. Allison had lost his interest. She had slightly impressed him with her growling match with Derek the other day but it wasn't enough. It only happened because of her concern for Stiles and if she could only do that when her brother was hurt then she would never be able to defend herself or the rest of the pack. The pack she had yet to show loyalty to.

''About the plan tonight... Stiles isn't going to be involved''

Peter watched as Derek's face being distorted with bemusement. He found it rather annoying actually.

''I- I don't understand''

Peter sighed, ''After careful consideration I realised that Stiles would be a valuable member of the pack. It would be stupid to get rid of the boy''

Derek had his suspicions, ''And this isn't because of what we told you yesterday?''

In all truthfulness it was. It made Peter view Stiles entirely differently. The boy had spirit and defiance but he never thought he would be capable of disobeying his parents, especially for the sake of werewolves. He had it in him to do the right thing regardless of the consequences. Although Peter questioned whether that meant he would be obedient or a handful.

''The Argent girl is still part of the plan'' he diverted.

Derek nodded. ''Is that it?''

''That is all'' and he dismissed his nephew with a simple hand gesture. Something he did not appreciate whatsoever but it was such a minor thing it didn't seem worth challenging.

As the evening dragged on, Allison could feel something. Something inside of her twisting and changing. She was only somewhat aware of what was happening to her. The shift. Her first one. She had no idea what to expect. At times like this she wished that she'd paid attention to when Stiles would babble on about the wonders of werewolf nature.

She had stayed in her room all day waiting for it to happen. Now that it was the evening and nearly nightfall, she grew more and more panicked. But she still wouldn't leave her room. Just in case she did something she regretted. She'd never forgive herself.

She came out of her room, sitting at the top of the stairs and cried.

She felt her brother's arm wrap around her shoulder and she cried into his chest.

''I know. I know'' he hushed

But wait... This wasn't her brother's voice... it was-

''PETER!'' She shouted, jumping back from him. She wiped her tears away roughly with the back of her hand, ''What in the hell do you think you're doing?''

''Comforting one of my beta's, of course''

''Well don't. I don't want you anywhere near me!'' she paused, ''You're the cause of all this''

''Then why are you still here?''

Allison wasn't really sure. ''I thought freedom wasn't an option''

Peter stood up and guided her to the door with his hand. She hated the contact but she let it happen. It seemed like he was doing something important.

They stood at the front door.

''I'm going to make you a deal this one time. If you don't choose it then you'll never get another like it. Understanding me so far?''

She nodded.

''You can leave''

His words shocked her but she knew there had to be more.

''But?'' she asked

''You have to leave your brother behind. No goodbyes, no explanations. You just go''

Allison froze. She wanted her freedom. Desperately. Here it was offered to her on a plate, if she could leave her brother alone with them. She didn't trust them but not as much as she didn't trust herself. All she wanted was to go home. Go to her parents and have them tell her they could fix her. Make her better. Or even just kill her painlessly if there was no other option.

''Would you hurt him?''

Peter shook his head, ''No. He'd be one of us. I think he's close but...'' he paused, ''...you being here is the only thing that's stopping him. If you left he could fit in. Lead a somewhat normal life. We would never hurt him''

Allison thought he sounded sincere, although Peter for the most part was sarcastic and distant. Something was telling her she could trust him with her brother and that they would look after him. But would it be right to leave him? Especially without explanation. Peter would probably make it seem like she'd abandoned him. Make him hate her. Yet if it meant he was safe, she could probably live with the fact that her own brother couldn't stand her anymore.

''Can't I say goodbye?''

''No. This is the way you have to go'' and he opened the door.

Allison looked out feeling the need to flee. To run. But the thought of Stiles anchored her to the spot. She looked at Peter and as if he was reading her mind, he reassured her.

''He'd be safe with us. Happy even... if you only let him''

The guilty feeling ran over her with Peter's words echoing in her head.

If you only let him.

She was more than aware she was a liability to Stiles now. That he had to take care of her. A role reversal she'd never expected. Growing up, she was the one who defended Stiles. From bullies, from other hunters even her own parents wore him down at times. But she fought in his corner for him. Every single time. Now here he was keeping her head above water. She didn't like being dependent but being dependent on her brother was even worse. The one person she always had to protect was now her only source of comfort.

She hadn't failed to notice that Stiles had relented over the past few weeks. Even falling into a weird friendship with Scott. Playing make-believe with Talia as Erica watched and laughed. He really was starting to become a member of the pack. It hurt her when she realised that he was closer to their captors than he ever was their own family. The other werewolves had taken to Stiles so quickly it could have made Allison jealous, if she didn't hate these horrific things for what they were.

In High school, Stiles often tagged along with Allison and her friends. They always labelled him the ''tag-a-long'' but she refused to let him be alone. He wasn't a horrible boy but he was painfully shy that it was difficult for him to make friends. So he put an act. The class clown and people started to like him. But she knew it was all a cover to hide how he really felt: alone.

Since Scott was so persistent, Stiles didn't really have much of an option to not be friends. But he grew on him and it no longer was about being polite as he actually learnt he enjoy his company. Allison just wished Scott wasn't a werewolf. Their kinds were neve supposed to mix yet Stiles soon became attached to this little group of misfits.

He would miss her undoubtedly but for how long? She couldn't imagine him never moving on from it. He would be welcome here in a way she never would. Mainly because she wouldn't allow herself.

She gave in.

She ran out of the door and forced herself to keep going forward. To not look back because if she did she only imagined seeing the hurt and confusion in her brother's eyes as he saw her running away.

After she was deep into the forest she leaned her head against a tree.

''I'm sorry Stiles'' She whispered.

The sound of a stick broken under someone's foot awakened her from her pitiful daze. She saw red eyes glowing in the dark across from her. Retracted claws illuminated by the moonlight. She could feel herself turn.

''Let's get this over with!'' and she leapt on the dark figure, preparing for the fight.