Fire and Ice


Calla was running the Beacon Preserve trails under moonlight, headphones blasting Avril Lavigne. Unbeknownst to her, someone was following her, keeping a decent distance between them. However, once a twig snapped, Calla skidded to a halt and paused her music, taking out her headphones.

"Hello?" she called, looking around. "Who's there?"

A rustling behind her made her spin on her heels, pulling out her glock. She held it down, but safety off. Calla slowly made her way towards the rustling, steadying her breathing. As she approached the tree, she inhaled then exhaled, jumped around the trunk and held her glock ready to fire. Nothing but the steady flowing stream was in front of her.

Calla sighed. "Derek, if that's you." she muttered, under her breath. She turned around and saw someone a few feet away from her.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." he apologized, stepping into the moonlight. "It's Calla, right?"

"Yeah." she replied, clicking the safety back on. "And you're Bennett."

The older hunter smiled, approaching her. "Yeah, you remembered." he noted, chuckling. "You know, you shouldn't be out here this late, alone. Not with Derek Hale running around."

Calla scoffed. "Derek's too smart to attack a hunter this early in the game." she noted, not meeting Bennett's eyes. "Besides, I can take care of myself."

"Oh, I don't doubt that." Bennett agreed, placing his hand on her shoulder.

In a quick movement, he struck the pressure point in her neck, and Calla collapsed cold in his arms. Bennett scooped her up and carried her up the trails towards the charred remains of the Hale House, where a blue Mazda was parked.


When Calla came to, a cloth was tied around her mouth, her hands were bound behind her and she was sitting in the middle of the Hale House living room. Allison was next to her, bound and gagged like her.

"Ever wonder what happens if a hunter gets bitten?" a deep, booming voice echoed. "Ever wonder what happens if you get bitten?"

The girls were freaked enough, but when they noticed their fathers in front of them, struggling against their own restraints, their heart-rate skyrocketed.

"What do you think your fathers would do?" the voice continued. "What do you think they'd have to do? When all it would take to change everything is one bite..."

Chris and Gabriel broke free and yanked the gags from their mouths. Bennett walked up to them, holding an iPhone with a recorded message still playing. That was the source of the booming voice.

"One bite." Gabriel repeated, stopping the recording.

"Everything changes." Chris added, removing the cloth gag from his daughter's mouth, then his niece's/

"Is this how we're gonna do father/daughter talks from now on?" Allison yelled, glaring at her father.

Calla nodded in agreement, glaring at her own father.

"No, this is how we're gonna train the two of you." Gabriel answered.

"Do you know why we use arrows?" Chris asked.

"They can't heal until it's taken out." Calla answered, fidgeting in the wooden chair.

Gabriel held up an arrow. "Look familiar girls?" he questioned.

"You were going to kill him." Allison noted, her eyes set in a glare.

"And if we find Isaac on another full moon, we will kill him." Chris informed. "That's the hard choice we make."

"You see, our family has a surprisingly progressive tradition. Knowing wars and violence are typically started by men, we place the final decisions, the hard ones, with the women." Gabriel added, pulling out a silver blade.

"Our sons are trained to be soldiers." Chris continued, standing in between Allison and Calla. "Our daughters, to be leaders." he slid an arrow into her hand.

"Your training starts now." Gabriel finished, sliding the silver blade into his daughter's hand. He kissed her forehead. "Time 'em."

Bennett nodded and started the timer on the phone as the two older hunters left the charred house. He followed shortly after them. Calla and Allison glanced at one another and began cutting at the ropes around their wrists.


Two and a half hours later, the two girls walked out of the house, rubbing their wrists.

"Congrats." Bennett greeted, stopping the timer.

"For what?" Allison asked.

"It took us two and a half hours." Calla added, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Took me three when I first did it." Bennett informed, tossing Allison the keys to her car. "Goodnight girls."

Calla shook her head, walking past him to get to the passenger side. "Night." she replied.

"Hey Calla." Bennett halted, grabbing her arm. "Listen, maybe we could grab some dinner sometime?"

The blonde raised an eyebrow. "Wow, you're forward." she chuckled.

Bennett shrugged. "Just didn't wanna let the opportunity pass me." he replied.

"Sounds good, I'll have to check my planner though." she informed. "I'll call ya." She slid into the passenger seat and Allison just rolled her eyes.


The following day, Beacon Hills High was bustling with the student body. The eight hours came and went, and the school day was over. Calla had left school right as the bell rang so she could get to work on time. Her first patient to check on was Erica Reyes, a sophomore with epilepsy who was admitted after having a seizure during gym class.

"According to your charts, it's been a while since you've been here, Erica." Calla noted, going over the young girl's chart. "You were being so good about taking your medication."

"Are you gonna tell my mom?" Erica asked.

Calla smiled. "Well, I don't want to, but we'll see what the doctor says." she closed the folder. "He'll be in in a minute, okay?"

"Okay." Erica replied, nodding.

Calla slipped out of the room and placed the folder in the bin on the door, before walking up front. Up on the front desk, was a single Calla-Lilly with a silver ribbon tied around the stem.

"Sandra, where did that come from?" Calla asked, holding the flower.

"Oh, someone dropped that by for you." the receptionist, Sandra, answered, smiling.

"Who?" the young Medical Assistant prided.

Sandra shrugged. "Tall, mid-twenties, dark hair, some stubble, ruggedly handsome and he wore a leather jacket." she informed, her smile getting bigger. "Know anyone like that sweetie?"

Calla chuckled and sniffed the flower. "Yeah, in fact I do." she smiled and set the Lilly by her purse.

"He's a keeper hon." Sandra noted, handing Calla a small stack of chart files. "Don't let him go."

"Don't plan to." Calla replied, winking.


The next day at school, particularly at lunch, Erica turned heads when she strutted into the cafeteria.

"What the holy hell is that?" Lydia asked, watching Erica as she flirted with a couple of boys on the basketball team.

"Erica." Scott answered, as he shot up from the table to follow said girl as she walked out of the cafeteria.

Brittney sniffed the air and let out a sigh. "He's found another one." she muttered.

Calla rolled her eyes, "Damn." she sighed. She reached up to tighten the silver ribbon around her ponytail. "I think I know when."

Stiles gaped. "You mean-she's..." he started. Calla and Brittney nodded, confirming his suspicion.

Erica was now a werewolf, and the second member of Derek's growing pack.


"I know how it looked, but she came up to me." Scott defended the following day at lunch, after Erica came onto him to convince him to join the pack.

"I'm not jealous." Allison replied, her back to Scott. Calla rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"She's with Derek now, isn't she?" she questioned, changing the subject. "Like Isaac."

"You can't get caught in the middle of this." Allison warned, glancing at Scott over her shoulder.

"What am I supposed to do?" Scott asked, looking at the two Huntresses.

"Don't you feel what's happening?" Calla asked him, meeting his eyes. "Our grandfather coming here, Derek turning Erica and Isaac. Battle lines are being drawn, and Gerard is busy perfecting his strategy."

"I can't just stand by." Scott reminded. "I can't pretend to be normal."

"I don't want you to be normal." Allison admitted. "I want you to be alive" she pushed her chair back and went to dump her tray.

"Just, be careful, whatever you decide." Calla warned, following her cousin out of the cafeteria.

As she made her way to her locker, Gerard halted her.

"Yeah, gramps?" the senior questioned.

"I just want to tell you to head straight to the Hale House after school." Gerard told her. "There's something you need to hear and see."

"Oh, okay." Calla agreed, slowly stepping back. "I'll head straight there." As she turned her back, her mind began to spin with questions, half of which she was scared of the answers.


As Calla pulled her Mustang up to the Hale House, her father was on the porch, his arms folded over his chest.

"Dad, what's going on?" she asked, running up to him.

Gabriel motioned for his daughter to follow, and she did, right inside the charred remains of the house where she witnessed her own aunt's death.

"Calla." Chris greeted. "Tell me, when was the last time you saw Bennett?" he asked.

"A couple nights ago." she answered, walking up to her uncle. "Why?" she got her answer when she saw his body laying on the wooden table, deep claw marks on his chest. "Oh my-" she gasped, covering her mouth with her hands. "What did that?"

"We're not entirely sure yet." Gabriel answered. "Some of us were gonna take the body to a someone who might."

"Who?" Calla asked, looking at her father, uncle, and grandfather.

"You'll find out soon." Gerard answered.

Another older hunter zipped up the body bag and he and another carried out of the house.

"You'll continue your training as scheduled, Gabriel will oversee it." Gerard informed. "Usual warm-up workout then focus on your hand to hand."

Calla nodded. "Yes sir." she agreed.

Gerard, Chris, and two other hunters walked out and loaded up two SUVs and drove away from the house.


As Calla sparred with a large, muscular hunter who was at least in his mid thirties, she fared well. She ducked under his arm and punched him in the side, right over his kidney. That move brought him to his knees where she held him in a choke-hold.

"What the hell!" someone called.

Calla dropped her opponent and spun around, and was face to face with a very shocked Jackson. He stared back, noticing her clothing; a navy blue training bra, grey Sofie shorts and dark colored tennis shoes. Her skin had a light sheen of sweat, making loose strands of her hair stick to her face.

"Jackson, what the hell are you doing here?" Calla asked, relaxing her stance.

"I was looking for Derek." he answered. "You haven't seen him, have you?"

Calla shook her head, her ponytail landing on her shoulder. "No, not since that night with Peter." she replied.

"What are you doing here, Jackson?" Gabriel asked, walking out back, staring at the young teen.

"Um..." Jackson stuttered, glancing at Calla, who shook her head slightly. "nothing, I was just...nothing." he lied, poorly.

Gabriel sighed and walked up to him, patting his shoulder. "Jackson, I hope you're not still pursuing something that you shouldn't be." he said in a friendly tone that made his own daughter raise an eyebrow. "Because I don't want to be forced to pursue you."

"Stay out of this." Calla advised, crossing her arms over her chest. "Trust me, it's nothing for a rich, pampered boy like yourself to be getting mixed up in."

"You've got so much good in your life." Gabriel added. "You're smart, good-looking, you're captain of the lacrosse team."

"Co-captain." Jackson corrected.

Calla ran up to him and wrapped her arm around his shoulder. "Let me walk you to your car." she volunteered, already leading him to the front.

"What the hell were you doing to that guy?" Jackson asked in a whisper, once the two were away from Gabriel.

"Training." Calla answered, standing by the front of Jackson's Porcshe. "Gerard, my grandfather, he's-" she sighed. "he's training me so I can take on Derek."

"Why?" Jackson prided.

"So I can kill him." she replied, bluntly. Her tone was serious, but her eyes conveyed uncertainty.

"I thought you and Derek were..." he trailed off.

"Yes, and no." Calla clarified. "If you ask my dad, I broke up with Derek. Thugh really, we're trying to make us work. It's tough but..."

"It's like Romeo and Juliet." Jackson compared, shaking his head.

"If Romeo were an Alpha Werewolf and Juliet was a Huntress." Calla scoffed. "Look Jackson, I meant what I said; this is something you shouldn't get involved in. Get in your car and drive away. If my grandfather thinks you're somehow linked to Derek, you're a dead man walking." she opened the driver's side door. "Go back to your normal life; forget about Derek, werewolves, and hunters."

"What about you?" Jackson asked, meeting the senior's hazel eyes.

Calla sighed. "This is my birthright, I don't have a choice." she answered. "The only reason I'm going along with this willingly, is so I can make sure Derek stays safe."

Jackson opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it. He just nodded and slid into his car, and Calla shut the door. The silver-blue car pulled away from the house and soon disappeared down the road.

"Ready to get back to training?" Gabriel called.

Calla took a deep breath and exhaled, turning to face her father. "Coming."


That night, Scott had tried to convince the school's loner, Boyd, to not join Derek's pack, but was too late. A fight had gone down between the young Beta and older Alpha, with the latter winning. With a slow healing injury, Scott retreated to one place where he could be safe; Beacon Hills Animal Clinic.

"Why aren't you healing?" Scott muttered, looking at the deep gash on his lower-left side.

"Because it's from an Alpha." a woman answered.

Scott gasped as he looked up, and saw a slender silhouette standing by the exam room entrance; the only thing clearly visible was a pair of glowing red eyes with silver ring around the pupil.

"Who are you?" Scott questioned, tensing up.

Dr. Deaton walked past the woman, flipping on the light switch, illuminating the room and revealing a corpse with deep claw marks on his chest.

"I think maybe we better have that talk now." Deaton told Scott.

The woman stepped into the light, her mahogany brown hair flowing over her shoulders. She wore a pair of peach colored scrubs and a white nurse's coat; her name tag had 'Rose' printed in black, bold letters. She tilted her head and picked up the sound of vehicles approaching.

"Alan, they're coming." Rose informed.