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I woke up in the middle of the night one night with a painful feeling in my gut. The feeling of extreme danger. Something that I hadn't felt since... Since Isaac was about to be killed. I gasped as I came to that realization, and sat upright quickly in my bed. Suddenly, my phone began to ring and I grabbed it eagerly.

"Allison?" I asked, slightly surprised.

There was a short pause before Allison spoke. "Lucy, I think I'm gonna need your help."

Allison's car pulled up next to my apartment complex and I hopped in. "Okay, now will you tell me what's going on?" I questioned. "Something's happening tonight. They are going to fight." She said, eyes staying on the road. I frowned.

"What do you mean?"

She breathed deeply. "We don't have much time." She said urgently. "Scott and Isaac, along with the others, I'm sure." She added. I shook my head. "No, Derek wouldn't be that stupid." I told her. She simply rolled her eyes, showing her distaste for the alpha.

"I'm positive, Lucy. Are you going to help me?" She looked at me and our eyes met for a few seconds. I breathed deeply. "I'm going to help you." I confirmed.

"This is a flashbolt. You're not exactly supposed to hit them with it. You're just supposed to set it off near them so it interferes with their eyesight, momentarily blinding them. But a moment is all we need." Allison explained to me. I nodded as she handed me the bow, along with a dozen flashbolt arrows.

"Just try to only hit the alphas." She told me with a smile. I nodded. "Except for Derek." I added with obviousness. Allison jokingly bit her lip. "Well..." I rolled my eyes and smiled, pushing her shoulder slightly. "Kidding!" She exclaimed with a tight smile. I nodded curtly.

"Let's go momentarily blind some werewolf ass." I said to her as we walked up to the deserted bank. She smirked and began climbing up the wall. I followed her, unsure of myself. We reached the roof and I watched in wonder as Allison lowered herself carefully into a perfectly drilled hole. I had no idea how it came to be, but I was thankful for it.

As soon as we were in the building, I heard fighting below. Deucalion was standing on an escalator, watching the scene unfold. My eyes were automatically searching for the boy that mattered most at that moment. The boy who I was sure hated me, but who I was still utterly in love with. He was off to the side, clearly injured.

"Now." Allison whispered. Using all my rage, I fired arrow after arrow along with Allison. I obviously avoided getting them too close to any of our werewolves. Disobeying Allison's orders, I tried my best to hit each and every alpha, other than Derek, of course. I hit the larger alpha, Ennis, I believed, in the stomach. The arrow lit up in his skin, making him cry in pain. Allison hit the large alpha, making him separate into the two twins.

"Cease." Allison whispered. I pulled my bow back immediately, watching how it would play out, now. There was a pause before Scott jumped at Ennis. Scott flew backwards after Ennis sent a bone-breaking punch in his side. Allison gasped as Scott looked up. His eyes were red. Alpha red. Before the large alpha could do anything else, Derek jumped at him. He and Ennis brawled heatedly. Scott, who was flat on the ground, used his claws to scratch Ennis' ankle. I saw where this was going. Derek and the brutal alpha moved closer and closer to the edge.

"Derek!" I screamed in warning from the top, gaining everyone's attention except for Derek and Ennis. Just then, he and Ennis fell. He looked at Scott one last time before landing on the floor below with a sickening thud. My heart stopped. I hadn't noticed I was running until I felt a pair of arms wrap around me.

"Lucy!" Isaac yelled. "Lucy stop!"

"Help him!" I screamed. Isaac held me down and did his best to still me. "Come on, we've got to get you out of here." He growled. Tears were pouring down my face. "Derek!" I screamed again. The flashbacks got to me. They were all too much for me to handle, and I passed out.

I was only 12. I couldn't completely comprehend what it meant when the police came to my house, picking me and my brother up. He was home for the holiday, visiting from college. I hadn't seen him in a year, so we were spending some quality time together, playing scrabble, and doing puzzles.

The police told my brother what had happened first. He came out of the room, tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Lucy." He murmured as he bent down next to me. "I'm so sorry." I frowned. "Why are you sorry? What happened?" I questioned him. I think that somehow, deep down inside, I had already known it was my parents. That that was why I was there.

"Lucy, it's mom and dad. T-they're dead."

That's when my whole life changed. I was lucky that I at least had Darren. He helped me through anything and everything as he raised me by himself. I still missed my father. He was pure, and wonderful, and the most influential person I'm ever had in my life. He was the best person, father, and husband that anyone would ever see. My mother didn't deserve him. Then again, I didn't think anyone would. He treasured me and my brother everyday, always telling us that he loved us.

After everything that would happen with my mother, my father loved her still. She came home drunk every night, and he would cradle her in his arms, making sure she was okay before gently rocking her to sleep. My mom would scare me when she came in the house, drunk and loud every night Some nights, my father would give Darren a wad of cash, telling him to drive me to the nearest hotel and stay there with me until morning. He didn't want me to witness my mother like that.

I should have done something that night. I should have asked my father to stay home. I should have said, 'who cares if mom wants to be picked up?' 'Who cares that she's drunk? Stay with us.'

I should have done something to help my father. I should have done something to save Derek's life.

"No! No, please, I'm sorry!" I screamed. A pair of warm arms secured my body. My eyes opened wide to see that I was in my apartment, in my bed. Isaac held me carefully in his arms, stroking my hair to calm me down.

"Shhh, Lucy. You're fine." He whispered in my ear. My body convulsed as more tears poured out. "Isaac, he's dead!" I cried into his shoulder. I wasn't sure if I was talking about Derek, or my father. Both, probably.

He hugged me to his chest. "I'm sorry, Lucy." He rubbed my arm up and down. I wrapped my arms around his waist tightly, just enjoying the comfort his body was giving me. We stayed wrapped in each other's arms until I finally fell asleep once again. But even after I fell asleep, he never let go.