Thwack. Yell. Thwack. Cry. Thwack. Scream.

The noises that filled my ears also rang through the woods. Just me, my katana and this poor tree that was getting shredded little by little. I know I've had some sobering moments… but this one?

A gasp of pain ripped through me as I thought about it. My mom. The woman who birthed me, raised me, turned me into who I am today- Gone. I roared out another yell and swung even harder, this time connecting with the tree so hard that the blade dug itself deep into the bark.

I yanked on the handle as hard as I could, tugging and tugging to no avail. The fact that I couldn't even get the stupid thing out of the treee literally sent me over the edge. I let my knees go weak, and fell onto the hard, cold ground. My shoulders were shaking violently as sobs ripped through me. My mother.

The scene of my dad waiting in the hospital for Allison and I, him speaking to the cop, Allison losing her shit, the body bag… it was all too vivid and fresh for me to even process anything else. What the fuck.

Losing your mother is hard but losing your mother when you dont even have a great relationship? When she tried to talk to me- no doubt about what was about to come…. It hit way too fucking real and different. This was the most sobering moment of my entire life. Laying on the floor outside, screaming at the top of my lungs, feeling nothing but pain.

"Jocelyn."

I didn't know whether to find comfort or anger in that voice. All this loss because of his species. He's an abomination.

"Get. Away. From. Me." The words were gargled and sobs drowned out the anger I was trying to convey. As long as he got the picture.

"What's wrong?" Okay, I guess he didn't get the picture.

I turned to Isaac, the full moon behind him illuminating his light curls and green eyes. He looked beautiful. I sniffled, and remembered how much of a mess I must be looking right now. I just had to turn away as fast as I could, trying to gain some kind of composure while the boy I was talking to was just watching me act a fool.

"How- How do you know where I am?"

"I was looking for Derek, he like disappeared after we knocked out Boyd and Erica. I heard you screaming," He paused. "I was the only one who could control themselves tonight."

I swung my head around to look at him when he said that. I almost forgot about what tonight was, and what it meant for Isaac. "How?"

He sighed, looking up at my sword lodged into that poor tree. Back down at me. I couldnt read his face when he said, "We can talk about that later. What happened?"

Memories flooding back into my head. My dad, Allison, my mom. All of it at once. I tried to bite my lip to suppress any sob trying to make its way out, but all that helped do was create a weird dying cat sound that sounded from my throat. I gave up, and started hyperventilating again. I felt barely conscious.

Isaac lifted my head, putting it right in the crook of his elbow and then did the same with my knees. In one easy motion, he stood up and adjusted me in his arms. I had never been lifted like this- probably because I am almost 6 ft tall- and in another time I wouldve fought for him to let go of me. Instead, I felt comfortable enough to turn into him, pressing my face against his cotton shirt and letting it loose. He didn't say anything else, and I let my cries consume me.

I woke up in my bed, an open window letting in a nasty cold breeze. My lights were on, and burning my eyes. Did he let me rest and then leave the lights on? That is so damn rude. I turned towards the light switch, eyes halfway open, until I saw the figure of my twin standing in my doorway. She looked a wreck too, but at least showered and in pajamas.

I sat up in bed and matched her blank stare. We had yet to speak. I literally went straight home to wreck my training room, and then straight to the woods to fuck up that tree.

Without a word, she raised her hand, a white sealed envelope in between her fingers. "This is for you. We both got our own. From mom."

Her last words gave me the energy I needed to pick myself up out of bed and get to the letter as fast as possible. My name was written in cursive overr the backside of the envelope. I couldnt help but to trace my fingers over my mom's neat handwriting. I fought back tears as the mental image of her pale hands and manicured nails writing it flooded my mind.

"You have to burn it after," Allison said. I felt her eyes burning holes in the side of my face but I didn't look up at her as she continued, "I want revenge."

'Jocelyn. I didn't know what I was doing with you. When I held you in my arms, the first ever baby I would be able to call mine, I didn't know anything about parenting, or how to balance that out with the true business of the Argent family. But when you would come up with all those schemes, and were so enthralled in your father and his work, when you grew up and buried yourself deep into the art of weaponry and self defense, I knew. It was in your blood to be this strong, protective, intense, and beautiful leading woman. You took after your father and I in all the right ways. And now, you are the oldest. You are the woman of this family. The woman that will make all the decisions. It's crazy to me to say that with how young you are, but know I would never force you to be in this position while you're going through the hurt you're going through without good reason. But, if it was to be anyone, I'm glad it was you. Your sister, she's too enthralled in this boy. She's too broken and unfocused. The reason I had to kill myself is because of Scott taking over the life of my daughter. I was forced to take matters into my own hands once I found out she had not stopped seeing him. Him and Derek ambushed me. They bit me. I would never allow myself to turn into one of those things, I had to take my own life. It's against the code. Allison needs to see the destruction that Scott is causing; his loyalty to Derek Hale. As the leader, you have to break Allison's loyalty. She might as well be a part of their pack. Think of how many lives would have been saved. Including mine. You will have to force her to open her eyes, because this could easily be you, faking a suicide because you trying to do what was best for your family and your own sister couldn't see who the enemy was. I love you. I trust you'

Of course it was Scott. Allison was so blind and in love that she didn't even see how her relationship continued to make us lose people. She didn't even care that Kate died, she contintued to go against my dad and see that dumb ass boy who never did shit but fuck up her life. I couldn't even control the sneer that was growing on my face. I slowly looked up at her, my whole face burned with rage. "Revenge?"

"On Derek. And his pack," She specified, looking at me with her eyes wide, dropping her neck as if what she was saying was the most obvious thing in the world.

"So you mean Scott?"

Immediately she got defensive, folding her arms across her chest. "What does Scott have to do with it?"

"He is a part of Derek's pack. He's the reason our mother and aunt are dead." I could barely hear myself over my heart beat pounding in my ear drums.

"No he isn't. Scott didn't have anything to do with either of that. It's all Derek."

"No." I stood up now, literally seething. It had been a while since we fought physically. "Scott kept all his little secrets from you from the very beginning. He knew who the alpha was and never told you. He knew we could've died in that school and still tried to keep his fucking secret! He let you get in that car with Derek, not to mention that night there was a full moon and he couldnt hurt you right then and there. Should I go on? He probably knows exactly who is controlling the kanima but he is too busy trying to save everyone- and you follow right behind him- that's what has gotten everyone killed."

Allison shuffled her feet, but it was out of her own anger at my words. She barely backed down and especially not to me. "Yeah, sure. And you've been so helpful! What do you even do? Don't go to school, you don't figure anything out, can't even kill a werewolf right in front of you."

"Oh yeah, I'm the problem! You think you can kill Derek?"

"I mean I came close before," She said matter-of-factly, giving this dumbass scoff that matched her dumbass face.

"But did you? No. And you only had balls because of our aunt, and now you only had balls because of our mother. And let me guess? You'll be right back under Scott after your crybaby vigilante mission."

"You are the biggest bitch I have ever met."

"So get the fuck out of my room!" I shouted, moving to the door so I could force her out. This shit was so unbelievable. The things I'd had to deal with being in this town, and my sister being such a goddamn idiot didn't help .all

From against the wall I started hearing a bunch of crashing, like my sister was having a temper tantrum. Good. I hope I hurt her feelings. And it's going to hurt even worse, because I am going to find Scott and find out exactly what happened to my mother. If that means I would have to kill him and Derek, then I would, but I didn't need Allison slowing me down any.

I marched to the bathroom and took a long cold shower; I wanted the stinging of the icey water to wake up every sense in me- mentall and physically. I was so over feeling numb to this shit. I got out, put my hair in a tight bun and dressed in some flexible spandex. Allison stormed right past me to our bathroom as soon as I was done. Her jaw was clenched and she refused to make eye contact. I truthfully couldn't give a fuck about how she felt at the moment.

I was curious about all the shit I heard in her room, though, and literlly couldn't help myself and waltzed right in. It made my skin crawl - she made such a mess! Her pictures and cute girly things were in a big pile like she was going to throw them out. Even some of her cuter dressy clothes were all over the floor. Maybe my harsh words did get to her… hmmm.

There was a buzzing noise from her desk, and my eyes traveled there. Her phone was going off. It better not be who I think it was. Well I was definitely going to find out! I snatched up her phone quickly, typing in her passsword and opening up her messages as fast as possible. It was Scott. Asking for her help. How could he be so fucking clueless?

It was so hard not to scroll up and read their whole message thread, but all I needed to see was right there in her most recent text. Him asking for the beastiery, 'I'm here at the police station with Derek, I really need your help bringing me the beastiery. He says he can help with the Kanima.'

I dropped the phone back onto her desk. She exepcts me to think she doesn't work with them? Help them with their little bullshit plans? Yeah, fuck all the way off. Thank God the idiot left her phone out, and I got the details first. Straight to my dad I go.

He was in the garage, leaning over and gripping the table that was in there. His knuckles were turning white. I felt so bad for him at that moment, but I knew what would make us all feel better. "Dad," I announced my presence, "Scott just texted Allison asking for the beastiery. He said he's at the police station with Derek."

The way he turned to face me, the hatred in his eyes…I knew he was ready for whatever I would tell him. He wanted real revenge. I continued, "I want them dead. Derek, the kanima, and any one who gets in my way."

"That's the spirit," Gerard sauntered down the stairs, a smirk dancing on his thin lips. He made sure to hold eye contact with me as he came to stand beside my father and I. "Well what's the plan? You are the leader now, afterall."

We were halfway through planning out how we would take the police station when Allison finally found us in the basement. She looked confused as all hell, but that was totally okay with me. I felt so at place; looking at the maps of the station, finding our vantage point, and strategizing how we would kill every there that posed a threat. I could care less if Scott was there too, to be honest. The way my dad watched me- the way he listened and respected what I had to say, even with his own suggestions. It felt so right. Allison would just ruin the sauce.

"What's going on?" She asked, not moving from the bottom of the staircase.

"Scott texted you, he mentioned your friend Derek.. The beastiery." I answered, not giving her a second glance afterwards.

"Scott would never do that. It's probably a set up just like the school."

"Good." A smile grew on my face as I remembered that night. "I'll be ready this time."

"We'll be ready," my father corrected, forcing me to look in his all too serious eyes. Yeah, Yeah.

"I'm coming, especially if Derek's there," Allison stated, finally joining us at the conference table. She folded her arms and planted her feet in the way that she does.

"What if Scott's there?" I asked, mimicking her same defensive move.

"So what?"

"I don't need your baby love affair getting in our way."

"Isn't the priotrity Derek? He forced our mother to kill herself."

"The priority," I cleared my throat after I started my sentence, trying to sound as stone cold and serious as possible, "is whoever is in there that stands in my way from Jackson and Derek. They die. Tonight."

Not even a few hours later and I was at a side door of the police station, waiting alone and patiently. Allison would cut the power, stopping all cameras, and I would let myself in at the expense of a bullet to a doorknob. No sword, but still Tomb Raidere'd the fuck out with tomahawks on my backs, throwing knived on my thigh, a gun, and a dagger for close measures. I had dipped the dagger in wolfsbane and was specifically saving it for the throat of a big bad wolf named Derek. I wanted Jackson dead, too, but I didn't know if he'd be there…. The priority, though, was definitely Derek….

An alarm began to blare from inside the police station, pulling me from the mental image I had of killing Derek, and I sprung right into action- five shots into the door and it clicked as the lock broke. I kicked the door and reloaed all in one fluid motion. I could barely hear, because of the alarms going, but that meant the wolves couldn't either.

Through the dark back halls I snuck around, shooting any cameras I saw until the sound of assault rifles and glass breaking overpowered the blaring of the alarms. guess being discreet wasn't in the familys code or something.

Gripping her crossbow, Allison walks up to my side, looking confident but I knew enough about her to be able to tell she was everything but that. With her at my flank, we begin to trech through the halls. The gunfire had stopped, and the station was beginning to get smokey from the smoke bombs that were thrown by my family outside. There was all kinds of banging and yelling going on from multiple different places. I wonder who else could be here?

We reach a split hall and do down each separate hall without a word, almost like we were made to be a team. Maybe if she wasn't so damn stupid…

Farther down my corrider I hear my dad's voice shouting, "Move! Move!" He sounded panicked and frantic enough for me to break into a sprint into his direction. I round a dark corner just as Jackson finishes slashing his claws across the neck of one of our hunters. My dad was cornered between the monster and his victim. I had to do something. As quickly as I can, I draw my weapon and begin to fire into his chest.

The Kanima eats bullet after bullet, screaching as they pierce his chest but not letting it slow him down enough that he wasn't advancing on me at all. My heart pounded in my ears, all I could do was back up and keep firing until my father was able to position himself better. He reloaded and started firing his own shots, enough for the half transformed Jackson to turn his attention away from me and back to dad.

I only looked down for a second, doing my own reload, but by the time I looked back up, Jackson was full on Kanima- crawling on a wall and using it as a vantage point to leap down onto my father who had been knocked out. The cry that erupted from my mouth was insane. Not. Him.

In one swift, tactical movement, I removed the tomahawks from my back and used a desk to jump onto the Kanima. With as much force as I could, I planted the axes into his shoulder blades, earning a demonic screech in return. Jackson threw himself backwards in pain, making me all off his back. Once he turned to me, those ugly reptilian eyes piercing mine, I accepted the fate that I had chosen. But I would not lose someone else.

I pulled out my dagger as a last ditch effort, but a beautiful sound filled my ears. An arrow flying. And then? The arrow landed directly into the Kanima's forehead. We both looked to the source. Allison. She put her crossbow down, keeping eye contact with me. Again, Jackson had his attention on someone else and I shot up to my feet. One stab in the back, turn, one stab in the stomach. Over his screeches of pain I yelled, "Allison, run!"

She booked it and so did I, running in a completely different direction. I didn't know if the thing was following me but I didn't give a fuck! I was out of there. We were definitely not strong enough to fight the Kanima. I don't know what it would take, but if anything I neeed to get into that beastiery myself.

I could only relish in one thing, and that was that my family and I worked together to save each other. As we should! I definitely couldn't lost anyone else tonight, that's for fucking sure. And I hadn't even seen Derek this whole time. What a waste. Whatever, I have to find them and make sure they made it.

I rounded a corner, seeing a figure in a teal shirt ahead of me. Could that be Derek? My first instinct was to get sneaky, so I did. I slitherd behind the man, keeping enough distance so that he couldn't notice me. He ran out the front of the building and right into-Gerard!? It was Scott. Gerard didn't get defensive or anything, but he had that devilish smirk he wore.

"What are you doing here? It wasn't supposed to happen like this!" Scott's tone was frantic, and he grabbed at his hair in a stressful way. What?

Cooly, Gerard responded, "Trust me, I'm aware of that."

"I did everything you asked me to. I'm part of Derek's pack. I've given you all the information you wanted. I told you it was Matt controlling Jackson-"

I couldn't even process the bullshit coming out of Scott's mouth. What the fuck was going on?! Gerard interrupted Scott, still cool as cucumber, "And leave him to us. Go back. Help your friends. Leave Matt and Jackson to me. Deal with your mother. Go."

Scott nodded, turning to run off, but picked something up off the ground and stopped my grandfather. I couldn't pull my eyes from the scene but I had completely zoned out as they exchanged something. What in the actually actual fuckity fuck was going on?