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"Alright, aim this one…there," Allison directed, pointing at a tree to our far left. I pulled up the Genesis Compound Bow, leaning up the arrow to the position I wanted and pulling back until my finger brushed against my lip. Holding it for a split second, I let the arrow fly, spearing the tree exactly where I wanted. "Ooh! You're really improving, Bri!" Allison excitedly complimented me. I walked over to the tree, pulling my arrow out inspecting the hole it left in the trunk.

"I killed someone, Allison," I announced, not giving myself time to convince myself not to say anything. I heard also ask "what" behind me, but couldn't make myself turn to face her. The sting of tears was already starting to overwhelm my eyes. "I shot a man. That night at the hospital during the storm. I shot the ambulance driver. I murdered him," I repeated, whispering the last part. Suddenly, I felt Allison's arms wrap around me. I turned around to face her, burying my head in her shoulder before the tears started streaming down my face. "He could've had a family. Kids! And I just took his life. In a matter of a few seconds, he was dead and I was a killer."

"Oh, Brielle. I had no idea any of this happened. I'm so sorry," Allison sympathetically whispered into my ear as she soothingly ran her hand over my hair, letting me sob as much as I needed. She started lowering down to the leafy ground, pulling my body with her as she sat down and pulled me next to her. After a few more minutes of crying, the tears stopped coming, although my guilt was still undeniably there. "Brielle, can you listen to me for a minute?" Allison softly asked. I nodded my head, but didn't look up at her. "You were in a bad place, okay? I've been there. Believe me, I have. It might've felt okay at the time…" she said, but I quickly cut her off.

"No. No, it didn't feel right. I didn't want to do it…but I had to," I sadly admitted. She nodded her head, taking in what I was saying.

"Well then that's probably even better. After my mom died, I was out to get revenge. On anyone who was even remotely related to Derek, who at the time, I was convinced caused her death for vengeful reasons. I cornered Erica and Boyd one night in the woods, shooting Boyd with arrow after arrow after arrow. He was on the verge of death, and I didn't care. I would've shot that last arrow if my dad didn't stop me. He pulled me back from the edge. But thanks to us being a bunch of stupid teenagers trying to keep a secret from you that would've eventually come out anyway, you didn't have anyone to pull you back from that edge. You did what you felt you had to do. It doesn't excuse killing an innocent, but I'm in no place to punish you for that either. And neither are you. So you have to stop punishing yourself. It's over now. Let karma heal itself," Allison coaxed into my ear, holding my hand and rubbing gentle circles into it as she talked to me.

"What if my mom was watching down on me while it happened, Allison? God, she'd be so disappointed…" I solemnly said. Out of everyone in my life, I had always just wanted to impress her. To have her approve of me and think of me as her shining star. But now…if she knows what I did…I don't even know if she'd claim me as her daughter anymore…

"Brielle, I have to tell you something about your mom…" Allison quietly told me. I looked up at her for the first time since we'd sat down. I nodded my head, waiting for her to begin. "Your mom wouldn't think anything less of you even if she did know. I can't say that she'd be proud…especially since you sided with a bunch of "worthless mutts" as she'd call them. But her slate wasn't too clean either, Bri…She, um, she didn't exactly have a problem pulling the trigger when aimed at someone…"

"You're lying…No, she wouldn't kill someone," I said, starting to tear up at the shattering memory of my mother.

"Brielle, she did what she thought was right, but it wasn't…It wasn't moral…She would've killed anything or anyone that got in her way…" Allison quietly admitted, knowing how badly this information was hurting me.

"How did she die, Allison? It wasn't really an animal attack was it?"

Allison let out a nervous chuckle before answering. "I guess it could be somewhat considered an animal attack—although not really the kind Beacon Hills thought. Um, Derek's uncle, Peter," she said, waiting to see if I knew who she was talking about. I nodded in understanding, waiting for her to continue. "He wanted revenge on her."

"Why?" I quickly asked, wanting to fully understand this.

"Kate killed a lot of people in a short amount of time…the Hale family to be specific. She, uh. Well their family was trapped in the basement of their house and she lit the building on fire…Almost all of them were incinerated. Werewolves, humans, killers, innocents. Everyone except Peter, Laura, and Cora. I'm sorry, Brielle. I never wanted to shatter your memory of her…"

"So Peter wanted revenge for her killing his family…" I said, putting the pieces together myself as I tried to block out the emotional wreckage this was taking on me. Allison slowly nodded her head before continuing.

"Last year, Peter was the alpha in town. He was killing people, who we later found out were all hired by Kate to assist in the arson. Scott and Derek tried to take him down, but they didn't get to him in time. One night, Kate and I went to the burned Hale house. She was teaching me to be ruthless like her. She said I had to take control. That control was supposed to come that night. We got to the house and Scott and Derek were already there. She instructed me to shoot Derek. I did, but only in the shoulder. Just enough to take him down because we still had to get Peter there. Next, she told me to shoot a flash bow at the tree behind Scott to temporarily blind him."

"Wait, did you do it? I thought you and Scott dated?" I cut in to question.

"We were broken up at the time. I didn't feel safe around him. He hid his world from me, and when I found out, just like you, I felt I couldn't trust him. Kate took advantage of that situation and used it to get in my mind. After the flash bow went off, Scott was too disoriented to see straight. Derek managed to pull him halfway up the lawn, but couldn't get any farther. That's when Kate told me to shoot him and Derek. At the time, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The entire time I had been so naïve, believing her when she said we were "only catching them." She never told me her full plan was to kill them until the moment that she shot Derek and started walking towards Scott. When I wouldn't do it, she was …disappointed. But even that didn't stop her. She just said that she'd have to do it herself. I started to panic when she aimed her gun at Scott's head, but she just pushed me to the ground. That's when my dad showed up…" she said, joy entering her now watery brown eyes.

"Leave it to Uncle Chris to save the day…" I murmured. She smiled and agreed with me before continuing the story.

"My dad tried to talk her out of it. Bringing up her past mistakes of burning the Hale house. The only problem was that she didn't exactly view that as a mistake. She hated the code. She didn't want to abide by it, and she wasn't going to until my dad pointed his gun at her. He shot one bullet, aiming it for the tree behind her. I guess she finally understood he meant business and lowered her gun. Just as soon as she lowered it though, the Hale house front door opened and Peter flew out in full alpha form. He had us all down in a matter of seconds, all but Kate. He isolated her, and grabbed her, holding by the wrist and shooting off every bullet her gun held. Then like lightning, he disappeared back into the house, bringing Kate with him. I ran after them, and he was still holding her by the throat, taunting her, asking for an apology. She did. She apologized. But he killed her anyway. It happened too fast for me to do anything to stop it. One second she was alive, the next her blood was spilling out on the floor as the life left her body."

By this point, we were both in tears, recalling memories of my mother and her aunt. She may have been a royal bitch at times, but she didn't deserve to die like that. No one does.

"So, as much as it sucked to have to tell you all that, I hope it thoroughly explains that Kate wouldn't be disappointed in you. In fact, she may be proud at how strong and independent you've become," Allison concluded. I nodded my head, knowing she was right. She wouldn't be disappointed in me for killing that man, even if it definitely wasn't moral, but now I couldn't help but wonder if she'd be disappointed in me if I didn't try to avenge her wrongful death now that I knew all the secrets of what happened?

I hugged Allison tightly to me for a good thirty seconds before letting go and wiping underneath my eyes because I could only imagine how much mascara had run down. Allison giggled and wiped off the spots that I was missing before we stood up to walk to her car. "Thanks, Allison. I really appreciate you telling me that. It really helped me put things in perspective," I said, squeezing her hand that I was holding.

"Anything for my favorite cousin," Allison said, playfully bumping into me. After her family moved away last year, these were definitely the moments I missed the most. Allison and I always connected and we were always there to help each other when we needed it. Without her, as cliché as it sounds, I felt lost. My friends' company just wasn't ever quite the same as Allison's.

"So here's a major change of subject, what's going on with you, Scott, and Isaac? Got a little love triangle going on?" I asked, raising my eyebrows accusingly at her. She awkwardly laughed, but I think she knew she couldn't avoid the question. Or I hoped she knew anyway, because I definitely wouldn't let her go without getting an answer—especially since I was in a quite similar situation to her now, Stiles being my Scott with the deep connection and Aiden being my Isaac with the surface attraction.

"Well, I mean, Scott and I broke up last year. We may have loved each other, but there were too many secrets being kept between us," she began.

"Yeah, but the secrets are all out now, so we can't you two just get back together?" I curiously asked, matching the situation yet again to my own with Stiles. I knew that there weren't any more secrets being kept from me, but I still couldn't fully commit to trusting him all the way again after the initial dishonesty and deceit.

"I mean, I trust him. I do. But…there's just something there. I don't know how to explain it. Just a divide that wasn't there in the beginning. Obviously, I still care about him and we still have …moments that feel like the times we had when we were together, but there's just too many bad feelings that we both associate with our old relationship that stop us from starting a new one. With Isaac though, there's just this unspoken attraction. It happened really suddenly too. I mean, less than a year ago, I was stabbing him in the sides with Chinese ring daggers and now I'm dreaming about kissing him," she admitted, subconsciously smiling to herself, before she let out a soft sigh. "I don't know if it's going to go anywhere though. Even if neither of us have said anything, I think we both feel too close to Scott to do anything that could possibly hurt him. We both owe him way too much to commit any form of betrayal."

I guess that's the point where we differed. Scott has without a doubt been there for both Allison and Isaac as a huge support system over their past insane year. They do owe him something. But I don't owe Stiles anything, and Aiden certainly doesn't either. So was our moment in the elevator really that wrong, aside from him cheating on Lydia?

"What if you didn't owe Scott anything? You or Isaac. Do you think you'd be together now?" I questioned.

"Maybe. I don't think anything would really be stopping us but ourselves if that were the case. Maybe that'd be even worse though. At least in this situation, we have a reason for denying our attraction. If we didn't, our denial would be all on our shoulders, weighing us down. Are we still talking about me though?" she asked. I looked over at her after a couple seconds, still pondering what she said, but she was already looking at me with a knowing smile. I laughed as I felt my cheeks heat up with a blush and shoved her shoulder playfully.

"Oh, shut up Argent," I exclaimed, sticking my tongue out at her.

"You know, it doesn't really work to use someone's last name when you have the exact same name," she said with a chuckle. "But seriously, my family trained me to interpret people's facial expressions and I noticed that you were seriously analyzing everything I was saying, and I highly doubt my love life is that critical to you. So, if you were indirectly asking for advice, I'd say to follow whatever your heart wants in the moment. I think you, of all people, know how short life can be cut, so if you want something now, go for it. If you really want it, it will never be the wrong decision," Allison wisely asserted. She was right. I had to go for what my heart wants right now. If I don't, I'll regret the missed opportunity later.


"Dad, I just don't understand why you two never told me any of this…Don't you think I could've handled it?" I asked, rubbing my face as I laid in bed talking to my dad on the phone. I hadn't called him since he dropped me off with Uncle Chris months ago. He called, I just never answered or returned the call. Eventually he stopped trying, giving me the space I was asking for.

"Bri, you're my little girl. I could see your mother changing. She wasn't following the code anymore, she was going out on missions that hadn't yet been approved by the group. I knew that if I involved you in that world, she would be the one to train you. She'd influence you, and I just wouldn't be able to bare it if you became corrupted like her," he honestly responded. I never even knew they had problems in their marriage, and just now I'm finding out how much he truly resented her deep down. Obviously he still loved her, but he loved the "daytime mother" version of her, not the "under the cloak of dark hunter" version.

"What about after she died? Why couldn't you tell me then? Train me yourself?" I curiously questioned. Basically, I just wanted to know why he left me.

I heard him sigh on the other end of the phone. "They wanted you to take over your mother's position as a leader of our group. But baby, you're only sixteen. You have so much love and soul in you, so much expression. I didn't want to put you in a place that would force you to become hardened and cold. I didn't want to take away your liveliness. That's all this world would've done to you. I couldn't let that happen. Trust me, if there was any other way, I would've kept you close to me. Leaving you with your uncle was a last resort. It was the hardest decision I've ever had to make, Brielle."

"I wish you would've just been honest with me before, Dad…I thought you just didn't care enough about me anymore to bother taking care of me," I admitted, wiping a stray tear that rolled down.

"Oh, Bri…I could never stop loving or caring about you. I never wanted you to think that…Tell you what, I can come home next week. The old house is still up on the market, we can still get it back. It'll be just like old times."

"Dad…I can't just move back…I like my life here…I don't want to move again. I'm sorry. I just…I want to stay here," I admitted, hoping I wouldn't hurt his feelings. He was silent for a little bit, probably taken aback by my answer. But finally he accepted it and told me how proud of me he is. How much I've grown as a person over the past few months.

"Alright, I promise we'll talk again soon. I'll keep you updated and you keep me updated, okay kiddo?" he promised.

"Sounds good, Dad. I love you," I said, yawning afterward. It was getting late and I was starting to drift off.

"Love you too, Bri. Good night."


"Aiden!" I yelled as I saw him walking down the hall at school the next day. It was right after our third period class and right before lunch so I didn't have to worry about being late to a main class. He stopped walking and turned to look at who called after him. I took one last deep, reassuring breath and ran to him, jumping in his arms—never mind, don't damn the werewolf reflexes or I'd be on my flat on my ass right now.

"What are you..." he began to say, but I quickly cut him off by pressing a finger to his lips.

"I made a mistake yesterday. I'm so young and I need to do what I want right now, not what I think is the right thing for me to do," I said, looking into his eyes the whole time.

"Are you saying I'm not the right thing?" he asked with a smirk. I laughed and shook my head before pressing my lips to his.

"I'm saying you're what I want," I pulled back to say before we looked at each other for another second and immediately connected our lips in a messy, hungry, passionate kiss again. I felt him backing up and before I knew it, I was seated on top of a desk in an empty classroom as we devoured each other's senses in our fiery kiss. I moved my kisses down to his neck while rubbing his rock hard abdomen through his shirt—man, this boy works out. I quickly bit and sucked on his neck, pulling away for a second to see the hickey that immediately formed, only being disappointed to see that it went away in a matter of seconds from his healing speed. I guess he saw the disappointed look on my face because he laughed and tilted my chin up, pressing his lips to my collarbone. I moaned out as I felt a pleasurable sharp twinge. "That what you were trying to do?" he pulled away to ask with a grin. I rubbed the spot where his lips just left. Bastard, he just marked me. At least I can cover it up.

I pulled the collar of my shirt back in place before stretching my back and locking our lips in another make out. My body was on the very edge of the desk and his body was pressed up right against mine. I slowly ground my body against his, eliciting a groan from him. After a couple more minutes, I reluctantly pulled my lips away from his and began to smooth out his now wrinkled shirt for him. "What are you doing?" he questioned as I swung my leg over the side of the desk and proceeded to stand up and smooth out my own clothes.

"Going to lunch," I replied as if it were obvious. He looked at me with the most ridiculously confused expression on his face. "You still have a girlfriend—which I may add, I'm not too happy about. But anyway, they'll get suspicious if we both miss lunch. Besides, I'm hungry," I said, shrugging my shoulders. His mouth was hanging open in shock at how nonchalant I was being about stopping our intense make out/groping session, and I couldn't help the little laughs that escaped as I watched his expression. "See ya later! Oh, and wait like …five-ish minutes before coming to lunch, kay? Kay," I said, with a wave of my hand as I exited the classroom and skipped to the cafeteria to finally fill my grumbling belly.


"Hey, what'd I miss?" I asked as I sat down at the table, popping a French fry in my mouth.

"Not much. The boys were just talking about lacrosse season starting up again soon. It's totally the big sport around here. You're going to love it, Bri," Allison happily explained to me. "But you'll definitely want to dress warmer than that," she added, pointing to my shorts. I laughed, knowing she was right. During the day, it may have been warm or cool at the least, but at night, it could feel like Alaska. "So where were you? I was starting to think you were skipping the easiest period of the day," she joked.

I pondered it for a second, realizing I hadn't even thought about a cover-up story. "Oh, I just had to ask the teacher about the question I got wrong on the last test. No biggie," I answered with a casual smile. Allison nodded her head, believing my lie. I felt bad about lying to her after we just came so clean with the truth yesterday, but there wasn't much I could do right now. Lydia was her best friend, so I couldn't exactly tell her I was busy making out with her boyfriend.

"So how'd your little training go yesterday?" Stiles asked, sticking out his tongue at us.

"It was…freeing," I said, looking to Allison with a smile that she mirrored as we both recalled how relieving yesterday had felt. Now that everything was out in the open, we felt more connected than ever.

"Well that was unbelievably vague and un-informing," Stiles said, looking back and forth between Allison and I's smiling expressions. I picked up a fry and tossed it at Stiles, fake throwing it first to make sure he wouldn't catch it in his mouth this time.

I started laughing at his pouty expression, then looked over at Scott whose eyebrows were furrowed and he looked as if he were in deep thought. "What's up over there, Scotty?" I questioned. He shook out of his daze and looked at me with his mouth agape and his big brown us open wide.

"Uh, nothing, just thinking about something," he absentmindedly stammered out. Hm, weird. I guess we were all weird sometimes though, so there was really no reason for me to question it.

"Hey, babe," I heard a guy say to my left and turned to see Aiden bending down and kissing Lydia on the cheek. She didn't really respond to his kiss, just pursed her own red, glossy lips and waited for him to walk around the table and sit down.

"So where were you?" she asked him right when he sat down. He still had yet to make any eye contact with me. I guess he was pretty used to this whole set up from other girls maybe.

"Teacher wanted to talk to me about my grade on the last test. Some of us can't be as smart as you," Aiden effortlessly replied. Oh, he's good, complimenting her at the end to ease any possible hostility. What a genius.

"Oh, hey, Brielle didn't you just say you're struggling in that class too? Why don't you two work together? Two heads are better than one right?" Allison enthusiastically offered, much to Lydia's apparent distaste since she glared over at Allison at the same time I did. Allison looked at us both with a bewildered expression, clearly not knowing she did/said anything wrong.

"Well I mean I've never been much of a tutor, so I don't know how much help I'd even be," I casually said. Lydia made a sound of agreement next to me, which almost caused me to laugh. I don't understand how she could have been so popular at one point with all the guys jumping at the chance to date her, yet she's still so insecure over her relationship with Aiden when she has no clear reason to be—not one that she knows about anyway. "Lydia would probably be much more help to him anyway," I offered, trying to throw in a little compliment like Aiden did.

"Yeah, if she had time. She's too busy preparing that genius brain of hers for that important test thing," Aiden sarcastically said to her, raising an eyebrow. Lydia huffed, but seemed to give up her side of the argument.

"I guess if you can help him for now, at least until after I take the SATs, I'd appreciate it considering I don't want my boyfriend to fail his junior year like a dumbass," she said. Ugh. Great. It's not that I minded spending time with Aiden, the exact opposite actually, but now I have to actually make sure his grade improves or Lydia may get suspicious, and I highly doubt we'll actually spend much time studying. Add to that, that Lydia thinks I'm doing her a favor, and that just adds a bit of a shitty feeling to the whole thing. I was totally not cut out for this cheating thing, and it wasn't even my relationship!

"So after school then? We'll meet at the apartment building?" Aiden asked, grinning over at me.

"Yep, after school," I replied, shooting him a mischievous look. Oh man, that boy brings out the bad in me.

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