I groaned as we trudged through the woods, "Allison, when you said you needed to stop for an errand before shopping, a five-mile hike through the woods - not what I was expecting." Lydia said as we stepped over tree roots, trying our hardest not to fall or trip. Allison didn't reply as she walked ahead of us, a black duffel bag slung over her shoulder.

"Yeah, I would much rather be shopping than this." I grumbled under my breath, "I thought we were going shopping for dresses; the winter formal is coming up pretty soon."

"We'll be really quick, promise." Allison told us, "Oh, Lydia, before I forget, I wanted to ask if you're okay with something." This caught our interest, "Jackson asked me to the winter formal."

I sucked in a breath. Jackson was a touchy subject for Lydia, a fresh wound, "Did he?" Lydia asked, voice growing in pitch.

"Mhm, just as friends." Allison replied, "I just wanted to make sure you're okay with it first."

Lydia pursed her lips, "As long as it's just as friends." I glanced at her, knowing that she really didn't even mean that. Awkward...

"Well, yeah," Allison laughed, "it's not like I'm going to take him into the Coach's office during lacrosse practice to make out with him or anything."

My eyes widened. How did Allison know about Lydia and Scott's little... 'talk'? Lydia swallowed, "Uh... About that-"

"Just quit while you're ahead." I told her as we quickened our pace to keep up with Allison. We walked for a little while more before Allison stopped, "Okay, so we're in the middle of the forest, why?"

"I wanted to try something out." Allison said as she unzipped her bag and pulled out several metal pieces before fitting them all together.

"What does that do?" Lydia asked as we watched our friend take out a bow as well

"We're about to find out." Allison smirked before aiming her bow and drawing back the arrow. The arrow flew through the air with such precision before hitting the tree in the centre, making a flurry of sparks fly from it. I cocked my head, why would she be in possession of a weapon like this? My eyes widened slightly as I realised that she'd taken it from her father; it was a weapon to kill the supernatural with.

"What the hell was that?" Lydia mumbled.

"I don't know." Allison replied.

"Well, that was fun!" Lydia said, clapping her hands together, "Any more lethal weapons you want to try out?"

I was about to say something when a twig snapped not far from where we were standing. I closed my eyes for a brief moment, wishing that I'd gone with Scott and Stiles this morning, "What was that?" Lydia asked quietly. Peter wouldn't come out in broad daylight, would he? No, of course he wouldn't. That would be too risky to have two new people know of his plans.

"Hold this." Allison said, thrusting her bow into Lydia's hands.

"What? Why?"

"Because I thought I heard something."

"Well, maybe you did, but we should probably just leave... Go shopping." I offered.

"I want to find out what that something is."

"Ally, I love you and all, but we're in the woods. There are hundreds of animals in here as it is, maybe it was just one of them." I told her.

She handed me her gloves, "Well then, we have nothing to be scared of then if it's just an animal. I'll be back in a minute."

"What is that nothing is something and that something is something dangerous?" Allison stopped walking at Lydia's question.

"Shoot it." She replied before walking deeper into the forest.

Lydia sighed, "So, to take our minds off whatever the hell is out there, who are going with to the winter formal?"

"What do you mean?"

She smirked, "Come on, there must be someone you like!"

"I... I was just going to go alone." I shrugged, "I hadn't given it much thought."

"Well, start thinking." She scoffed, "I'm going to be going with someone much better than him." She pursed her lips, him being Jackson, "A hotter, fitter lacrosse player. Is there anyone you like?"

I thought for a moment, "Well... kind of."

"Who?" She grinned.

"Isaac Lahey."

"The quiet boy? Curly hair?" I nodded, "Hm, not who I'd personally pick but, hey, if you like him, you're going with him."

"Lyd, we've barely spoken to each other!"

She shrugged, "Then the dance is a perfect time to get to know him. Think about it; a dress that makes you look even hotter, heels to match, lipstick and him on your arm. It'll be great!"

I sighed, "If you say so."

Allison came back a moment later, "Find anything?" I asked her. She raised her head and she looked so utterly sad, "What's wrong?"

She shook her head, "Nothing, it's nothing."

"Allis-"

"It's nothing." She said, voice stronger.

I nodded, dropping the subject, "So, are we going shopping or?" Lydia asked us.

Allison shook her head, "Later, I'm not in the mood now." She walked past us and I noticed that she was wearing her necklace - the one Scott had taken - and I realised what just went on. She'd met Scott in the woods, he must've followed us... Will you two just get back together already?!

Afterwards, Lydia took Allison and I shopping to help try and ease the confusion of this morning. It was fun, shopping with the girls was usually fun, but there was a constant feeling of dread in my stomach. All day, I felt paranoid, like someone was watching us.

My mind was on Peter all day. He knew what I was; how did he know?! I didn't even know! All I knew was that I was going crazy; visions and voices and my eyes. How could he possibly know what I was?

"You home?"

I snapped out of my trance, realising my dad was home, "Living room!"

He walked in a few moments later, shrugging off his jacket, "You okay, Mil?" He asked me, "We've not spoken in a couple of days."

I nodded, "I'm fine."

He rolled his eyes, "Millie, give me more credit than that." He scoffed, sitting across from me, "I know something's going on in that incredibly complex mind of yours. What is it? Boy things? Stiles?"

I pulled a face, "Ew, no."

"Then what?"

A question came to mind then. A question that I'd thought a lot about over the years, "Dad, what happened to mom?"

He was taken aback by it, I hadn't asked it in a long time though I'd thought it. He gave a half shrugged, "She was attacked by something." It was the same answer he always gave me, "They-"

"They weren't sure if it was a mountain lion or a bear, I know." I grumbled, "I mean... don't you think it was something worse than a mountain lion? Don't you feel like with all the attacks going on in Beacon Hills, that there's something bigger; something stronger going around?"

"Millie-"

"No, dad, I'm serious. Like, what if mom wasn't killed by something but rather by someone?"

"Camilla!"

I jumped, staring at him with wide eyes. I'd gone too far; said too much. I'd practically just confessed to him that I didn't believe any of it anymore. I'd just brought up the horrific memories for both him and me.

His face was angry but his eyes were sad, "Dad, I'm-"

He sighed, "You have a right to wonder, she was your mom, but... if we think about it too much, it breaks us. Camilla, don't look into it. Leave it; leave her in peace." He stood up and walked away, leaving me to replay his words over and over.

It sounded like he was trying to protect me from something; from information of some sort that would ruin everything. It was like he was covering up the truth and I'd be damned if I didn't find out what.

"Scott, whoa, hey, slow down!" I said into the phone, cutting the boy's rambling off.

"Peter!" Scott yelled down the phone, "Peter has my mom!"

"He what?!"

"He's taking her on a date! He's taking my mom out for dinner." It was an innocent gesture but with Peter, nothing was ever innocent. Everything was planned and precise and I sure as hell didn't want Melissa getting dragged into this mess too.

I pulled a disgusted face, "What's his plan?"

"I-I-I don't know," Scott panicked, "What do I do?"

"Call Stiles, get him to pick me up; we'll follow him."

"But what about me? I have Allison in my room; she wanted to talk. Millie, what am I supposed to do?"

I sighed, "You get her out of there or you tell her to wait or something. Just keep her out of this."

"Right, I'll get Stiles to get you."

"We'll figure it out, Scott, don't worry."

In true Stiles fashion, he came, tyres screeching and engine roaring within minutes. I quickly scrambled into the car, "Okay, it's a silver car, I'm sure, I don't think it had California plates either."

"How do you even know that?"

"When he took Derek and I on that weird drive." I explained quickly, "Hurry up, we need to find them!"

After a few minutes of driving, I pointed Stiles down a random street, "That one."

"Why this one?" He asked, turning into it.

I shrugged, "Call it a gut feeling."

Stiles gave me a half smile, "You're rarely wrong so... what's the harm in trying?"

Sure enough, parked at the end of the street was the silver Ford with Peter and Melissa sitting in it, "What do we do now?"

I shrugged, "We need to get her out of here. So... crash into them."

"Crash into them?" Stiles repeated.

"Well, do you have a better idea?"

He sighed, "I'm doing a slow crash. Even a scratch on my Jeep and you're paying."

Slowly, he began to accelerate. The car wasn't even doing 15 miles per hour when he ploughed into it, "And now we face the wrath of Melissa..."

"Are you kidding me?!" Exclaimed one angry Melissa McCall as she quickly got out of Peter's car, "Stiles?! Millie?!"

Both Stiles and I got out, "Melissa?" I asked innocently, "Wow, that's crazy."

"Yeah, what a coincidence." Stiles agreed with me.

From the corner of my eye, I watched Peter mumble something. I knew who that something was to; Scott.

"I don't know what happened; you guys just came out of nowhere." Stiles said.

"Came out of nowhere? We were parked on the side of the road!"

"Shouldn't we call the cops?" I offered up, "Like an accident report form?"

"Oh, I don't think that's necessary." Peter said, turning to me with dark eyes.

"You sure?" Stiles asked, "I think I'm feeling a little whiplash."

"Whiplash?!" Melissa yelled, "You hit us!"

I shrugged, "You know, I kinda have a bit of a sore back."

"For the love of god..." Melissa muttered, clearly annoyed that we'd obviously sabotaged her date.

I watched Peter again as he spoke to the air. I only caught a few words, as Stiles' loud protests drowned the rest out. The only word I heard was 'Jackson'.

My eyes found Scott's, he was crouched behind a car not far from where we were standing, and realisation crossed his face. They were going to turn Jackson. It only took a second before Scott took off.

We sorted out whole ordeal out with Melissa and Peter. Peter had brushed it off, telling us that kids would be kids and that they could rearrange for a better date. Let's just say that Melissa was less than thrilled with us.

Stiles drove me back home, like he usually did, as he told me what he'd done that day, "You got your dad drunk so he'd tell you a bit more about the Derek Hale case?" I laughed, "Stiles you are a truly awful person."

Stiles grinned, as though I'd given him the best compliment, "I know."

I laughed again, looking out of the window when my eyes burned. The pain made my ears ring and my body feel weak. I heard Stiles asking me if I was okay but I couldn't answer... All I could do was see.

Scott was running, well, staggering, through the woods. He fell into trees, gasping for air, as he clutched at his side. Something was wrong. Something was horribly wrong.

It changed. Barely allowing me a second to process what was happening before I was plunged into another vision.

"What is this place?" A girl asked; Allison.

"Let's start with the basics." That was... Kate Argent, "You know how every family has its secrets? Our is a little different." She flicked on the lights and immediately, a loud roar echoed through the building.

Derek Hale was chained to a metal fence, in his wolf form, growling and struggling against the bonds, "Isn't he beautiful?" Kate grinned at Allison's horror.

My hand shot out, grasping Stiles' shirt in my fist, as I gasped for air, "Millie? Hey, hey, look at me!" He exclaimed, "It's over. You're okay." He had stopped driving, parked on the side of the street, to make sure I was okay, "What did you see?"

I sucked in a shaky breath, "Scott's hurt and..."

"And?"

"And the hunters have Derek."