A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the very long updates, I'm currently having examinations and projects… And honestly, all I wanna do is continue with writing but it's all bits and pieces for now so the updates will be crazy late :") So sorry again to keep you all waiting!

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This chapter is… well, you can read and find out for yourself. I hope you'll liked it!

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Side note: I may be using '* * *' to signify a new scene/point of view since the line doesn't work.

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"HOW'S MY DAUGHTER?"

I heard chattering and shouting of familiar voices. Dad's voice was one of them, I'm sure. The rest of the voices are a blur to me. I couldn't catch it while trying to fight for the end. My surrounding is the least of my worries as I continue to squirm on the stretcher of the hospital. Even with a blurred vision, I manage to recognize the place I've been brought to quite easily.

There are lights, faces and then I see dad as I look up to the ceiling. My body is reacting to the condition which I've been tossed into earlier tonight.

I remembered turning back, taking my last look at the house which I have been residing in since the start of the school year. I've been through a lot here, from learning to be a friend to Liam and a sibling to Scott. I wouldn't trade anything for these just as soon as I realized I will die. Unlike everyone else, I am looking forward to close my eyes and leave this world once and for all. All of it was falling into pieces from working with the Benefactor, saving my friendship with Liam, reconciling with Scott and Melissa, being diagnosed with Lymphoma and finally the end. By being in a car accident on the night when I've agreed to go for a therapy just so it could make dad happy.

I did it for him and only him.

"I'm going to need you to call Melissa McCall." The doctor stated.

"Doctor, how is she?!"

Dad raised his voice. Never have I heard him exclaimed as loud as he just did outside of work. He cares so much for me that he wouldn't want to let go of my hand until the doctor tells him exactly what he needs to know. Dad was supposed to send me off tonight but he didn't get to because of work and for once, I'm thankful for that. I'm the one who gets to die, bruised and battered but not my dad.

I love him too much to see him get hurt.

"We will try our best to keep her alive Mr McCall." He reassured dad.

"She's all I have, please, save her."

It was the last thing I heard before I blacked out. Even dad's plead couldn't change my mind to stay alive. What I've done is too much for me to face for the rest of my life. I'm not as strong as people thought I'd be. I've been scarred with the memory of being involved in an assassination before and it's obviously something which I'll never be proud of.

* Start of flashback *

He ran as though he can never stop because if he ever did – even for a millisecond – he'll lose her. That's the thing, he don't want to lose her or anyone that he cares for anymore. He has had enough of grieving.

While his twin can't see how her presence has changed people, Scott is dying for her to see how much they care for her too. Before, she was just a stranger then known to be an accomplice of an assassination. Until Scott realizes, she have been saving lives.

Firstly, she only cares for Liam which led her to save him from the well. Then Stiles, the one person whom Scott knows she ultimately dislike – but maybe her reason to dislike him isn't as strong as she thought. She also saved his life and Lydia's. One time while he tried to lure the Benefactor and the other while everyone else was stuck in Mexico and Lydia was prevent to leave the school premises by a Berserker.

Once he step aside to see all the deeds she have committed, it gives Scott a stronger reason to run faster. As if his life depends on how fast he could get to his twin. That night, he has a very distinct feeling. An unusual feeling which makes Scott refers to it as an omen as he was making his way back home from work.

Leaving his bike behind, Scott had chased the scent of blood and it wasn't Al's. It was the driver's blood which had filled his sense of smell. Initially, he wanted to save just the driver until Al was found bleeding and stuck in the backseat of the car. His priority switched instantly as he couldn't risk losing her, the only sibling and twin he'll ever have.

Just so he could get to Al to safety in time, Scott overlook the fact that he was wearing his favourite shirt and get into the incident of crash with Al's blood staining his shirt. He managed to pull her out before witnessing the explosion of the car.

Staring down at Al who was unconscious, with her head on his lap, Scott stiffened. He is lost for words with a lump in his throat. She has a cut on her forehead and cuts on her hand. Her head is bleeding profusely and it got him thinking, she might even suffer an internal bleeding. It scares him to his wit that he might just lose her and without thinking more, his canines elongated and he resorted to the one thing he shouldn't do.

Scott bit her left arm.

* End of flashback *

Scott was forced to do what he did. He became a True Alpha for a reason and it's not by killing or even taking anyone's power. Yet if he were to not do anything that he could to save Al's life as she lays in his arms, isn't it similar as killing her too?

He doesn't regret giving Al the bite before calling the ambulance and running home to change into fresh new clothes. He could pretend for the night. No one has to know what he did just so he could extend Al's life span – or not. Once he realizes the various consequences of the bite, Scott cringes and bit on his bottom lip in distress.

With the bloodied shirt in his grip, he knew it have to be done. He loves her so much and so does mum and dad. What he did was to make everyone happy to see Al healthy, well and alive. That was all he wanted to make sure of when he sink his canines into her pale white skin.


* * * With both fists clenched, Scott remains in his seat. He arrived a while after his dad's arrival. Apparently he had missed seeing Al being pushed into the operating theatre. From what he heard from dad, he was so anxious and afraid that she couldn't make it. Although he tried to convince himself otherwise. Al sure does look terrible, Scott agreed silently as he recalled the incident half an hour ago.

As soon as she arrived at the hospital, Al was confirmed to be in need of immediate surgery and the doctor wasted no time to get started with it. While their dad filled Scott in with more details, he remains frozen in his seat with fingers crossed. He don't want to see or knows what will happen if Al were to be gone.

If she were to die tonight, it's not going to be because of the disastrous car accident or someone murdered her. It's Scott. Scott's bite will be the one to kill her and it will make him the murderer. Even though that's what he have seen his twin as and called her with the term before.

"Al will be fine, dad. She's pretty strong."

Despite his anxiety, he attempted to sooth Agent McCall in the current situation. Scott knows his bond with his dad will never be as strong as Al's bond and him. Out of everyone, he must be the one to be affected greatly after hearing the news about Al. Although honestly, while his dad have him to sooth him, Scott have no one else.

No one is going to tell him that Al will live. It leaves Scott with a sole option which is to pray for her to survive the bite and be alive. That's all Scott is asking for, that's all he needs to see his family whole and happy after a very very long time.


* * * Melissa looks at her daughter, horrified. She heard about Al's arrival just minutes ago and now she's in the surgery room with the rest of the team. All she have to do was hand over the doctor the right tools for him to perform the surgery but Melissa can't bear the sight of Al. She looks almost too bruised to survive, with cuts on her hands and on the right side of her head, the blood have dried up. While the nurses are wiping clean the wounds, she takes a step back to watch it all but look away at some point of time.

"Melissa?" The doctor turned to her, expecting her to step forward.


* * * It felt as though I was being consumed. I was hallucinating from one nightmare to another but I know at the moment that my mind and body was fighting the venom which is trying to mix with the blood in my veins. It continued for a while till I literally fell unconscious.

Then I woke up, looking up to the ceiling. The same one but this time the place is much cooler. As soon as I open my eyes wide, one of the nurses called out for the doctor.

My body still feels weak as though all my energy have been sucked out of me. It's worse than having fever on consecutive nights. Ignoring the fact that I'm almost helpless, I get up only to be catch in the hold of Melissa.

"Honey, you need to stay down." She whispered.

"I'm fine."

Pulling my hand away from her hold, I try to raise my body once again. The feeling of being awake, it wasn't supposed to feel like this. Am I still dying? Taking a look down at my hands, the car crash I was in was quite a horror. I'm pretty lucky to survive, some would say, but I'd rather die. Now that's another idea which would startle people.

"How do you feel Al Lyssa?" The doctor step forward, beside Melissa.

"I need to get out of here."

Blurting it out in a whisper, I make an attempt to get off the operating table when I feel a sharp pain inside my head. It causes me to lose balance as I let go of my hold on the table and almost fell before the doctor catch me. The pain is affecting me more than it ever had, I realized. I'm aware that I'm having Lymphoma but I'm sure this doesn't link back to anything that I was diagnosed with.

It's the telepathy abilities that I have been gifted with on my arrival to Beacon Hills.

"You're not going anywhere until we find out that you're going to be fine, Al. Nurse, please."

The next second I know, before I could say another word, one of the nurses in the room injected me. I have no idea what it was but I fell asleep within the next minute and remain in a deep sleep on the operating table for God knows how long.


* * * "Are you joking? Is this a joke?" Rafe blurted out in disbelief. "You must be kidding me right now. What happened to my daughter in there?"

Scott tried to calm his dad down to hear more from the doctor. It has been 5 hours since they have waited for Al. The last sight of Al is still etched to his mind, all the blood and scars she suffered from the accident. Shaking off the horror trickling down his spine, Scott begins to process what have been said by the doctor.

While his dad is in disbelief, Scott is relief. Al is going to be fine, she's alive but it's unsure as to whether she has fully turned into a werewolf or not. His dad however is unaware of the supernatural creatures existing in Beacon Hills which explains precisely of his shock to hear about Al's miraculous healing from Lymphoma. She is no longer dying from it but what if,

"This is very, very rare Mr McCall and my advice is you should be thankful that the accident happened because it has miraculously cured your daughter, one way or another."

Scott nods at the doctor before he walks away. He dare not say anything because all he wants is for his dad to shift his attention to what the doctor have said. Instead of being shocked to hear the news, dad should be gratified of Al's healing.

Together, both of the McCall's walk over to see Al being brought out of the operating theatre. She's still unconscious from the tests which have been done as the doctor has informed them. Scott could at least be relief to know that there's a chance that she would, that she will, survive the bite.

Rafe hold onto his son's hand, squeezing it tightly to see a sight of his daughter unconscious but very much alive. She has been cured, very miraculously, from the Lymphoma which she has been suffering from years ago yet he as a dad has not noticed it once until she's in the final stage of the disease. To hear that the disease have been removed from her body entirely, Rafe doubts it initially but smiles to see Al being brought into one of the wards in the hospital.

"My darling's fine."

He whispered with a tear shed, out of happiness.


* * * Walking out of the operating theatre, Melissa knows it isn't just a miraculous incident. Al couldn't have just been cured out of the sudden from a disease which have been killing day by day, agonizingly since the past year. Although it only became apparent quite recently, Melissa knows there's not a chance that a car accident can cure something so life threatening.

"You come with me."

Without saying more, she pulls Scott away from Rafe. She knows by the minute when Al woke up in that room, something's odd. Just when she was checking on her daughter earlier, she also noticed the bite mark on her left arm. Thankfully it was covered by her long sleeves shirt or it would have raised more questions in regards to the accident. She checked for the bite once again later when she caught Al before she falls, the bite mark was gone. The scars on her hands however have yet to fully heal which leaves her dumbfounded.

"You want to tell me what happened?" She demanded.

"I bit her mum. I need to save her life; I don't know what else to do."

He answered with all honesty. Melissa couldn't possibly scold him for his intention which is to save someone whom they care about but she doesn't know what else to do. She's unsure if Al will even take the news with an open heart.

That's the only thing which worries her. What if Al doesn't want to be a werewolf and it would only drive her further away from both her and Scott?

"I don't think it's what best for her Scott, and I know you know it too."

"I just can't let her die mum." Scott pleaded. "We are doing better."

"Keep hoping that it'll stay the same once she wakes up."

Melissa pats his shoulder before proceeding to continue with her work. Her son is right. Even Melissa herself couldn't bear to see Al die just when they have been progressing since her arrival to the town. They talked and she was starting to open up to people – including Scott and herself. The fact that it will have to come down with two options, to let Al die or let Al hate them for what Scott have done, Melissa would still choose the 2nd option.

She just loves Al too much to see her die young.


* * * White. It was all I see when I open my eyes and discover that I'm all alone. The room is colder than it usual is and I'm sure, this isn't my house or am I out of Beacon Hills just yet. Looking around, I find the room a little too familiar from my previous encounters. The only difference from my first encounter from the current and second one was I wasn't the one in bed, injured but it's dad.

Right now, as much as I try to hear any minds, I can't. My head hurts from my attempts instead.

"I need to try again."

Convincing myself, I remain in bed with my hands clutching on the bed sheets. I need to do this again just so I could prove to myself that I'm still strong as long as I'm still breathing. I could have died in the car accident – gone – due to the explosion but I'm not.

All because Scott wants to play hero and pulls me out to keep me alive.

Thanks to him, I lose my chance of dying. He never wants to give me a break doesn't he? Scott just loves seeing me live miserably. I've wanted to quit life just so I could run away, erase all the mistakes I've committed to these people. As if on a loop, I keep on wanting to kill Scott over and over again and I'll only be satisfied once I've seen him fall.

I continue to pant, faster by each second with the precise deathly thought. Out of fury, both of my fists clenched and I feel the urge to scream. The more I try to resist, the harder it seems to keep my composure. Just when blood begins to drip in between my fingers and staining the bed sheets, I give in and howl as loudly as possible.

There's no more denying of who I am anymore.

After that night, Scott's bite has turned me into a creature that I'm undeserving to ever be. With my bones cracked due to my arched back, as my body rise from the bed, I could feel how my eyes are glowing. It's glowing as bright as ever in yellow to prove my newly transformation – as a she-wolf.