Allison's Bedroom

For the first time since Scott went missing, I felt like someone understood me, besides Scott's mom and Stiles, and it surprised me that it was the grandfather I barely knew and would rather avoid being alone with.

If he wasn't a hunter, I wouldn't have minded welcoming his support, but he was a hunter and a ruthless old one who even my parents were afraid of.

A quiet knock on the door drew my attention, and I looked at it longingly because I wanted my family's support, but as Gerard said, I couldn't share my grief with or trust it.

"Allison, I know that you want to be alone, but I need to tell you something important," My father said in a whisper filled with urgency after some time, to my confusion, but I wasn't about to unlock the door.

"More important than my grief?" I questioned, bitterness clear in my voice.

"No," He answered, it seemed Gerard's words got to him. "But maybe just as important."

"The last time you told me something 'important', you took me to a morgue and manipulated me," I reminded him. "And then you shot at Scott's best friend to get to Jackson and killed him."

"I didn't know Stiles was with Derek's pack," He tried to defend himself, fueling my anger towards him.

"So, what?! It's OK to shoot Derek's pack because they're werewolves?!" I questioned angrily, getting off the bed. "You're forgetting that Scott is a werewolf too!"

In the silence that followed, I realized that I said 'is', not 'was'. I also heard a car drive away from the house, by the sound of it, Gerard's.

"I'm sorry, Allison," He apologized, perhaps for the first time since we arrived in Beacon Hills. "It may sound like Gerard understands you better than I, better your mother and I, do, but that's only because he wants to gain your trust, and he knows exactly what to say."

"Like you knew what to say and do to get me to tell you who the kanima was," I retorted.

"Yes," He acknowledged, surprising me, probably realizing that he didn't know the right words to use anymore. "I learned that from him, that's why I know that although there's some truth to what he said, he only said it to gain your trust while you're vulnerable. He did the same thing to Kate and me after our mother died.

You may be mad at your mother and me, Allison, but please don't fall for Gerard's tricks like Kate and I did. He'll turn you into a monster, and you won't realize it until it's too late. There's a reason why we kept him out of your life.

He has this ability to bring out the worst in people, and it's hard to do the right thing with him around."

I finally understood why I had an uneasy feeling around Gerard, aside from Scott telling me that he saw Gerard cut an Omega in half with a sword in the woods.

[From the other side of the door, and a few feet from it, Victoria motioned for Chris to say more and mouthed Jackson and kanima.]

"I didn't kill Jackson because I wanted to," My father started up again after a few moments of silence. "I killed him because Gerard wanted the kanima for himself. He taught me that the best way to eliminate a threat is to get someone else to do it for you, and I realized that the kanima was the perfect weapon for him.

He declared war on all werewolves in town when he killed a relatively innocent Omega the night he arrived here in revenge for Kate's death, and if he gained control of the kanima..."

He left that hanging.

"I am sorry, Allison."

"So am I, dad," I replied, because he just sealed my fate with death.

Romeo's and Juliet's deaths brought about peace between their rival families, I hoped my death would give my parents, at least my father, the courage to stop whispering behind his father's back and actually stand up to him and stop him from killing Scott's kin and bring the war to an end.

But then there was Derek.

Looking at the envelope with Scott's last words, I got an idea, and I was glad that I spend most of the week in my bedroom, 'asleep' (silently crying).

I grabbed two blank pages and a pen, and sat down to write my last words to my dad and mom, and Derek.

My very last words belonged to one person and one person alone, Scott McCall, and I was going to see him and die by his side after I was done here.

If we couldn't be together in life, we would be together in death.

TRANSITION

Abandoned Beacon Hills Rail Depot

Peter's POV

A moment after Derek left, Isaac left too, probably to cry or something. Oh, the boy tried to act unaffected by Scott's death, but he could use acting classes.

"Aren't you going to join Isaac?" I asked Boyd, a while after Isaac left, sitting in my cage. "He probably needs someone to cry with."

I didn't know where Derek found him, but Boyd made me wish I had bitten him instead of Scott.

He had the attitude of a young soldier, inexperienced, but disciplined, and a body I wish I had.

I was sure that he was at human peak performance before Derek bit him, but now, his talents and potential were being wasted.

If he was my Beta, I would be training and pushing him to reach his full potential, and then some, and when all was said and done, he would be the most powerful, not just strongest, Beta of the century, and definitely my closest and trusted Beta, and the heir of the pack.

He had so much promise it was frustrating how Derek was holding him back by focusing his efforts solely on the lacking duo.

"I'm waiting to see how Scott's death affected you," Boyd replied, to my surprise because I expected him to ignore me.

He was a soldier with personality, then.

"Why would Scott's death affect me?" I inquired.

"Why wouldn't it?" He asked back, standing up and approaching the cage. "Wasn't he your 'Beta?' You called him your Beta."

I went quiet for a moment, just looking at him look at me, studying me.

"He was my Beta," I answered, and then shrugged. "But he rejected me and my teachings. I don't blame him for rejecting me, I was - not in the right frame of mind, and I didn't ask if he wanted the Bite.

But he could have at least allowed me to teach him survival skills. It's an Alpha's duty to arm his Beta, especially when he's the one who gave him the Bite."

"You didn't ask if he wanted the Bite?" Erica joined in. "No wonder he doesn't see it as a gift."

"Do you see it as a gift?" I inquired curiously

"I don't have epilepsy and no one is making fun of me, so, yeah, I see the Bite as a gift," She replied, but then added. "For the most part."

"What about you, Boyd?"

"The Bite isn't a gift for me," Boyd responded, and I was interested why he didn't think so. "They are. (He directed to Erica with his head.) Why did you kill Derek's sister?"

"That's a little personal, don't you think?"

"You just asked us personal questions," Erica pointed out.

"Not this personal," I replied.

"Maybe to you," Boyd said. "Derek said that you lured her here and killed her to become an Alpha."

Ah, the boy was smart by putting me in a situation where I had to defend myself.

I wondered if he noticed Derek at the entrance.

"I killed Laura because of the same reason I bit Scott," I responded, then paused, and they waited with interest. "Pure primal instinct. The monstrous shape I took as an Alpha reflected my state of mind, the broken mind of a burned and broken man, abandoned by his family, his pack, to spent six long years reliving his worst memory all alone.

Do you have any idea what it was like reliving being burned alive, with your family and extended family screaming, burning with you, and knowing you are all going to burn to death?!"

I frowned, realizing something.

"The only person who knows my pain is now dead," I said, my frown deepening.

"Who?" Erica asked.

"Scott," Derek answered for me as he entered, startling Erica, and giving me the answer to whether Boyd knew Derek was at the entrance or not.