Allison was halfway through the woods when she heard a scream of pain followed by a loud, low-pitched howl that vibrated the trees around her. She stopped for a moment to load her bow, and then began to run at full speed, looking for any signs of Scott.


Derek backed away from Scott and turned to run, only to find the Alpha standing right in front of him. He growled menacingly at the Alpha, but the larger wolf took no notice, simply swatted Derek out of the way and into a fallen tree. Peter padded over to Scott and let out a gentle growl into his ear, telling him to follow. Together, the two wolves, Alpha and Beta, ran off, leaving Derek lying unconscious on the forest floor.


Allison stopped in her tracks upon reaching a strange shack-like building and drew her bow, prepared to shoot. Her sinking feeling became worse and pounded hard in the pit of her stomach and drove her heartbeat crazy. She knew that she'd be easy prey for any large predator in these woods with her hurried breath as well as her obvious fear. She couldn't even see anything, the moonlight was very dim in these parts of the woods and her eyesight was not used to such darkness. The crunching of leaves behind her was the only clue that some large animal was there ready to pounce.


Peter stood about twenty feet away from Scott as he snuck up behind his unsuspecting prey that had wandered into the forest armed only with a primitive bow and arrow. He had returned to his human form and murmured instructions to Scott, as his young beta would soon be permanently his by killing the one Scott holds most dear, Allison Argent. Scott continued to approach Allison's frightened body with bloodthirsty hungry eyes, ready to taste her blood, as it would flow into his jaws from her tender flesh.

Just as he was about to throw himself at her, he paused, wondering why he thought about Allison like she was just a piece of meat. What the hell is wrong with me? She's my girlfriend who I just got back, and now I want to rip… His thoughts got cut off as the wolf rushed forward and tackled Allison to the ground, ready to shred her fair skin like tissue paper.

Allison screamed shrilly as the wolf dragged her to the ground, making her lose her grip on the bow and breaking the arrow that had been drawn. It continued to drag her across the floor and then throw her against a tree. Bloodied and very frightened, Allison began to beg the wolf to let her go. It gave out a small evil chuckle before grabbing her throat.

Suddenly, a bullet ripped through the wolf's midsection, sending it to the ground, holding the wound and groaning. The moon's light shone through the dense trees and revealed Scott's shifted form. Allison slid down the tree in complete shock as her aunt calmly walked up to Scott, holding the gun so that the barrel was directly in his face. Her sly smirk was plastered on her face as if to say, "I got you now, you pathetic piece of shit." He looked up at the gun and growled loudly at it and the woman behind the gun, furious that she was daring to point a gun at him.

"Scott. Tsktsktsk. So you were the second beta all this time? And I actually let you near my darling niece?" Kate shook her head and chuckled darkly as Scott still lay on the floor, gripping his bullet wound. "Now I have to kill you. Pity, I loved those cute brown eyes…"

Scott cut her off and tripped her with his replenishing energy. He managed to pin her down with his free hand wedged upon the back of her neck, shoving her face into the ground. He bent over, breathing slowly into her face to make sure that she was scared. He wanted her to be afraid of him, the sixteen-year-old werewolf who had two months experience in the supernatural department. His claws slowly began to dig into her neck, causing her to release a very strong scent of fear. Her fear drove the wolf crazy with pleasure and power. He dug his claws deeper and deeper until his bullet wound completely healed. He then released his grip on her neck and scored her back with both clawed hands.

Allison watched, frozen stiff at the base of the tree, as Scott was torturing her aunt. She tried to scream for help, but stopped before she realized what lay only feet from her. Quickly, Allison forced her muscles to move and allow her to pick up her bow and drew a new arrow into it. She pulled the arrow back, aiming for the werewolf harming her aunt.

"I'm sorry, Scott." She whispered and let the arrow fly.

An alarmed howl of pain and frustration told Allison that the arrow had made its mark, into the wolf's abdomen. Scott doubled over in pain as his human conscious came up for air. His screams echoed off of the trees while he rolled around on the floor, clutching his wound. Allison, meanwhile, ran over to Kate and tried to pick her up off of the floor. Peter, rushed over and swatted Allison onto the ground, knocking her unconscious. He then lifted Kate off the ground and took her away from the scene. Scott could see their shapes going away, leaving him there like he was useless, before the darkness enveloped him.