SAMANTHA STILINSKI

Since Peter bent Stiles' keys, we had to run all the way to the hospital.

When we got there, Stiles and I saw Lydia and rushed towards her.

We didn't get far though, we were halted by Dad.

"You know what? It's a good thing we're in a hospital, because I'm going to kill you. Both of you," he hissed.

Stiles was breathless from running. "I'm - I'm sorry. I lost the keys to my jeep. We had to run all the way here."

"Stiles, I don't care!"

I nudged my head towards Lydia, "Is she gonna be okay?"

He sighed. "They don't know, partially because they don't know what happened. She lost a lot of blood, but there's something else going on with her."

"What do you mean?" Stiles panicked.

"The doctors say it's like she's having an allergic reaction. Her body keeps going into shock," Dad informed.

Allergic reaction to the bite?

"Did you two see anything? I mean, do you have any idea who or what attacked her?"

"No. No, we have no idea." Stiles said.

"What about Scott?" Dad questioned.

"What do you mean? What about him?" I asked.

"Did he see anything?"

"What do you - is he not here?" Stiles asked, alarmed.

We assumed that he would be here.

I was worried about him. The last time we saw him was like an hour ago at the dance and for all I know, something bad could've happen to him. Why was everybody getting hurt? First Lydia gets bit. Then Peter knocked Rae out. And now Scott? Today was just too much for me. I just want today to be over so I can go home and cry.

"What are you talking about? I've been calling him on his cell phone. I've gotten no response," Dad replied to Stiles.

Stiles looked over to Jackson.

Jackson had his hands in his pockets, in front of Lydia's room. He shrugged at our questioning stare.

"Yeah, you're not gonna get one," Stiles told Dad.

After a sigh, he starting walking down the hall, "Stiles. Sammy. Listen, just go wait with your friends, alright?"

But, of course, we just followed after him.

"Dad, tell me. Look, you know it has something to do with Derek," Stiles told him.

"What? I thought that you two said that you barely know him?" Dad asked, confused.

"Alright, we may know him a little better than that," I admitted.

"You do realize I'm elected to do this job, right?" Dad was pissed.

"And if we help you figure this out, you'll be re - elected. Am I right? Dad, come on," I reasoned.

I felt terrible lying to him. Stiles and I weren't even telling half of what's going on in our lives recently. I know this is a common trope for teenagers to do, but it kills me when I lie to him. He's all Stiles and I have left and he sacrificed everything for us. He put on a brave face when my mom died and all I want to do is be a perfect daughter to make him proud and happy. It's the least I could do. I obviously have been failing miserably at this job and it makes me feel like crap.

"You know what? That girl in there has got nothing to do with a six-year-old arson case," Dad let out.

The Hale house…

Not missing a beat, Stiles questioned, "When did you decide it was definitely arson?"

"When we got a key witness." Seeing the look on his curious children's faces, he added, "And, no, I'm not telling you who it is, but yeah, yeah, we know it's arson. And it was probably organized by a young woman."

"What young woman?" I asked.

"If I knew that, she'd be in jail," Dad answered.

"Was she young then, or is she young now?" I questioned.

"She's probably in her late twenties."

"You don't know her name?" Stiles asked.

"No, I don't - What is this? Twenty questions? All we know is that she had a very distinctive - What do you call it - a pendant."

"What the hell's a pendant?" Stiles asked.

I rolled my eyes. How could my know-it-all brother not know what a pendant was. Especially when he has a sister who made him watch What Not to Wear and Project Runway with her. He was lucky that I was nice enough to explain it to him because I'm pretty sure that I lost brain cells because of his stupid question.

"Stiles, do you even go to school? A pendant! A pendant! It's a necklace!" I yelled.

"Stop being a drama queen!" Stiles yelled.

"I am not being dramatic!" I snapped.

Even when when we were busy saving people, we still managed to find time to have brother-sister fights.

"You two! Calm down!" Dad told us, sternly. "I have to take a call."

Stiles realized the same time I did.

Young woman.

Late twenties.

Pendent.

Kate Argent.

Kate Argent was the one who burned down the Hale house.

And now Peter was going to kill her.

Practically running away, Stiles and I headed for the exit of the hospital, when Jackson appeared.

"Where are you guys going?" Jackson questioned.

"To find Scott," Stiles answered.

"You guys don't have a car," Jackson pointed out.

"We're aware of that. Thank you," I snapped.

I was in a snappy mood lately.

"Here, I'll drive. Come on-" he reached for my hand but Stiles swatted it away.

"Look, just because you feel guilty all of a sudden doesn't make it okay, all right? Half of this is still your fault. The hunters after Scott, Lydia getting bitten, Rae getting kidnapped-"

Crap! I had said too much.

"Rae was kidnapped? By who?!"

I shook my head and grabbed Stiles' arm, resuming walking to the exit.

Jackson's voice stopped me. "Look, I know that you hate me but I was your friend at one point, okay? And I have a car and you don't. Do you want my help or not?"

He did have a point. I still didn't forgive him for all of the things he's done. Especially for the things he did to Lydia. He broke her heart and the worst part is that he didn't feel any remorse about it.

I signed, "All right."

"Thank god. I did not want to walk," Stiles laughed. "Did you bring the Porsche?"

"Yeah," Jackson answered, holding up the keys.

"Good. I'll drive."

"You didn't let me drive when we were dating, but you let him drive?" I scoffed.

He was about to answer but was interrupted by Allison's dad.

"Hello. I was wondering if any of you can tell me where Scott McCall is."

We were screwed.

"Scott McCall?" Stiles said, shakily. "I haven't seen him since the dance."

"Hmm."

He obviously didn't believe us.

"Nope," I confirmed, more believably. "Jackson, you?"

Chris looked at him expectantly.

"I… Uh…" Jackson hesitated.

Stiles sighed. "Oh, for the love of God-"

Suddenly, one of the hunters held my arms behind me and the other hunter threw Stiles and Jackson into one of the hospital rooms.

Chris followed, and the first hunter pushed me in after.

Chris locked the door, intimidatingly. "Let's try this again. Where's Scott McCall?"

The three of us looked at each other then back at Argent.

"Hell if we know," Stiles spit out.

Chris suddenly pushed Stiles against the door, hard.

I made a sound of protest, but couldn't do anything with the hunter holding my hands behind my back.

"Let me ask you a question, Stiles. Have you ever seen a rabid dog?"

"No. I could put it on my to-do-list, if you just let me go."

Chris continued on as if he hadn't spoken. "Well, I have. And the only thing I've ever been able to compare it to is seeing a friend of mine turn on a full moon. Do you wanna know what happened?"

"Not really. No offense to your storytelling skills."

I would snort, but I was too afraid to.

Chris went on, "He tried to kill me, and I was forced to put a bullet in his head. The whole while that he lay there dying, he was still trying to claw his way toward me, still trying to kill me, like it was the most important thing he could do with his last breath. Can you imagine that?"

"No. And it sounds like you need to be a little bit more select-"

Chris slammed on the wall behind Stiles, causing a yelp to sound from me.

"Did Scott try to kill you on the full moon? Did you have to lock him up?"

"Yeah, I did. I had to handcuff him to a radiator. Why? Would you prefer I locked him in the basement and burned the whole house down around him?"

Stiles, ever the smartass.

Chris backed up. "I hate to dispel a popular rumor, Stiles, but we never did that."

Yeah, right.

"Oh, right. Derek said you guys had a code. I guess no one ever breaks it."

"Never."

"What if someone does?"

Chris stared at him. "Someone like who?"

"Your sister."

RAEGAN MCCALL

When I come to, I'm in a dark room.

I sit up too fast and there's a sharp pain on the right side of my head. Wincing, I grab my head only to discover a wetness there. I bring my hand to my face. I smell the metallic scent before I see the red on my hands.

Blood.

"Dick," I groan.

A chuckle erupts from the darkness.

"And sleeping beauty awakes," he said, condescendingly.

Turning my head, I finally noticed I was lying on a table. The room was dark, so I could barely make out the figure leaning against the wall. I watched as he slowly, almost teasingly, made his way closer.

Peter stood there with a calm look on his face. "Good timing, too. You would've missed the show."

I'll admit I was curious about what show he was talking about. I mean he doesn't look like a TV show series kind of guy. Peter watching Supernatural… Ew, shudder. I'm getting off topic, okay back on track.

Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of my curiosity, I ignored his statement and sat up slowly. Glancing around the room while still trying to keep my eye on Peter, I asked in a hoarse voice, "Where are we?"

"What? You don't recognize it?" he asked.

Oh, I do. That's why I was asking to make sure you know. No bitch, I don't!

He continued and I swear his eyes gleamed dangerously, "I thought you might have, considering all the times you've come here to check up on my nephew."

We were at the Hale house.

Everything came rushing back.

Why weren't we looking for Derek? Peter had said he knew where they were keeping him, so why were we just sitting here in the house? Hadn't he said something about him being under the house? What was he up to?

"Why the hell did you hit me?!" I picked out of my million questions.

"It's all part of my plan. I need you as my bargaining chip, just in case things go bad. I don't kill you, they hand over Derek."

"Oh, wow. How did you come up with such a great plan?!" I asked, sarcastically.

I hopped off the table and almost fell to my knees, but steadied myself at the last second.

He ignored me and began to walk around leisurely. "It's a bit ironic, wouldn't you say? How you follow him around like a little lost puppy," he said with a mocking tone. He shrugged casually and continued, "I guess all McCalls are good at that. Scott with Allison. You with Derek. Your mother with me."

"Shut up," I snapped.

He smiled, obviously amused at my reaction. "There's that feistiness."

I opened my mouth, but stopped short as he held a finger to his lips and tilted his head to the door. With a clap, he practically sang, "Show time."

Eagerness was basically rolling off him as he made his way to me. I had no time to step away as his hand wrapped around my arm. He pulled me along with him until we reached the door. That's when he pushed me away, so I was on the right side of the door.

"What are you-," I stopped abruptly and ducked reflexively when a loud pop sounded from outside the house. It sounded like a gunshot. I didn't think you could have a drive by in the middle of the woods, but then again it is the Hale house, where werewolf hunters like to stop by.

I contemplated whether or not I should ask Peter what was happening outside the house. He had super wolf hearing, so he would know. I was about to ask him, but the words died on my tongue as I saw his expression. It was intensely frightening. He looked so livid, so ready to attack. I could see his fangs peeking out and his eyes flashed red several times.

I held my breath as he muttered something under his breath that I wasn't supposed to hear. What he said didn't make me shit my pants, oh no. It was the tone he used. It was a complete contradiction to his expression before. He spoke calmly, too calm, and that showed just how enraged he truly was. It made it all the more terrifying the way he spoke those words.

"It will all end tonight."

Suddenly, I heard Derek yell from outside, "Scott, go!"

Oh no, Scott!

Before Peter could grab my arm, I ran out the door.

I was shocked at the scene before me.

Scott was on the ground with Allison hovering over him with a cold look on her face. A look I'd never seen on sweet, little Allie before.

And Derek was lying on the ground a few meters behind them, with Allison's aunt approaching.

Nevertheless, I ran and crouched in front of Scott in a protective manner.

"Rae?" Scott squinted.

"Allison, what are you doing?!" I demanded.

She ignored me and kept looking at Scott.

"Allison, I can explain," Scott said from behind me.

"Stop lying," she told him. "For once, stop lying."

"I was gonna tell you the truth at the formal. I was gonna tell you everything."

Oh shit, the cat's out of the bag. Or the wolf, I mean.

Scott continued, "Because everything that I said, everything that I did-"

"Was to protect me," Allison finished, practically scoffing.

"Yes."

"I don't believe you."

"It's true. This guy's so in love with you, it's not even funny," I cut in.

Allison ignored me once again.

"Allison, just shoot him before I have to shoot myself," Kate said.

Bitch said what?

"Over my dead body," I hissed.

"You - you said we were just gonna catch them," Allison stuttered.

Good to know she's not completely evil.

"We did that. Now we're gonna kill them," pulling a gun out, she shot Derek, who then slumped to the ground. "See? Not that hard."

Seeing Allison's remorse, she said, "Oh, no - I know that look. That's the "you're gonna have to do it yourself" look."

She pointed the gun to Scott's face but I got in the way.

"Sweetie, move or I'll kill you, too," she said. And I could tell she meant it.

Allison shook her arm, "Kate, Kate, what are you doing?"

Kate just pushed Allison to the ground.

"I love those brown eyes," Kate tisked, looking at Scott.

"Kate!" someone yelled.

We all turned to the right to see Chris Argent.

I'd never been happier to see him in my life.

"I know what you did. Put the gun down," he told her.

She didn't oblige. "I did what I was told to do."

"No one asked you to murder innocent people. There were children in that house, ones who were human. Look what you're doing now. You're holding a gun at a sixteen-year-old boy with no proof he spilled human blood and his human sister. We go by the code - Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent."

Allison translated, thoughtfully, "We hunt those who hunt us."

Chris pointed his gun at Kate, "Put the gun down."

He shot at her, purposely missing.

"Before I put you down," he finished.

She lowered the gun.

Damn. Argent is so badass.

Suddenly the door to the Hale house slowly opened, causing an eerie creak to sound.

Peter.

I had forgotten about him.

"Allison, get back," Chris instructed.

Scott and I stood up, and Kate and Chris pointed their guns towards the door.

"What is it?" Allison asked.

Scott's eyes flashed yellow, "It's the Alpha."

The alpha ran out with a growl.

First he knocked Chris to the ground.

Then Allison.

Then me and Scott.

Kate was the only one left standing. He was toying with her.

Anxiously pointing the gun around her, she yelled, "Come on! Come on!"

Peter appeared out of nowhere, in human form, and took Kate's gun, throwing it to the ground. Grabbing her

by the throat, he threw her onto the porch of the Hale house and dragged her inside.

"No!" Allison yelled, going after them.

I followed her.

When Allison and I ran in, Peter had Kate facing us, with his claws to her throat.

"She is beautiful, Kate," he said, looking at Allison. "She looks like you. Probably not as damaged."

As he spoke to Kate, his words sounded like he was a second from crying. "So I'm going to give you a chance to save her." He paused before he said his demand, "Apologize."

His grip on her neck tightened and Allison let out a shaky breath, tears prickling her eyes. I gulped at the scene before me and watched fearfully as Peter began to talk again.

"Say that you're sorry for decimating my family, for leaving me burned and broken for six years," be said sorely, through gritted teeth. "Say it and I'll let her live."

Allison continued to watch on with a scared, disbelievingly look on her face.

Kate looked at Allison, almost sadly, and said in a raspy voice, "I'm sorry."

I held my breath as it got quiet. I watched Peter sort of shrug as if to say 'oh well' before I squeezed my eyes shut. I knew what was coming. Allison's cries and the thud of Kate's body hitting the floor confirmed it. When I reopened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the blood splattered on the windows. I avoided looking at Kate.

My eyes found Allison and I noticed she had moved forward from where she had originally been. I quickly turned my head toward Peter, who looked like a great weight had been taken off his chest. With ease, he explained, "I don't know about you two, but that apology… didn't sound very sincere."

This fucker was truly sick.

With that, he made his way to Allison. I stepped forward to grab her, but stopped when something grabbed me. I looked at the person and was filled with relief.

Scott.

He pushed me towards Allison before telling us to run. We could only oblige so quickly. Allison and I hightailed out of there, away from an annoyed Alpha and two pissed off werewolves.

Yes, that's right.

Two.

Derek's alive!

… again!

We ran to the front of the house, where I noticed someone lying on the ground. As we got closer, I realized it was Argent and he was unconscious. Allison tried to wake him, but it didn't work. He was out cold.

"We've got to get him out of here," I said to her softly.

She nodded and went to kneel on one side to pick him up. I went to the other and right when we were about to try and lift him, someone was thrown out of the window.

If the hoodie didn't give him away, the floppy hair did. It was Scott.

I gasped and went to move towards him when Allison stopped me. I looked at her and she motioned behind me. I slowly turned around only to see Peter, in wolf form, jump out from the same window.

I fell onto my knees as I watched the terrifying scene unfold in front of me.

I looked around for the green-eyed werewolf, but he was nowhere in sight.

I cried out when the Alpha lunged for Scott and picked him up. He roared in his face, but Scott wasn't having it. With a kick to the chest, he sent the Alpha onto the ground. Scott did a backflip and landed in a crouch.

The kick was hard enough to push the Alpha back and onto the ground, but not enough to keep him down fully. Rising on all fours, the Alpha stood straight and let out a terrifying growl to Scott. But before anything could happen, a honk captured all of our attention.

I turned my head to see…

Jackson's Porsche? What?

Stiles, Sammy, and Jackson all got out of the car in a rush.

Huh?

And to add even more to the fuckery, Stiles seemed to be the one driving.

What the fuck, man.

Stiles held some sort of bottle/flask thing (I obviously don't pay attention in chemistry) in his hand as he ran forward. With baited breath, we all watched as Stiles threw the flask with all his might towards the Alpha.

"Really?" I deadpanned.

"Stiles!" Sammy exclaimed.

The Alpha hadn't even blinked as he caught it. Though something told me he was not impressed whatsoever as he growled angrily at the peach fuzz haired boy.

"Oh, damn," Stiles remarked as I face palmed.

Jumping at Scott yelling to Allison, I turned to face him and saw him reaching for a bow and arrow.

He threw it to Allison and she caught it swiftly and surely. She immediately got into position to shoot and aimed the arrow towards the Alpha. The Alpha picked up on what was happening and made to throw the bottle at her, but he was far too slow.

The arrow hit its target and as the bottle broke, it was engulfed in flames along with its keeper's arm.

I'm sorry, are you reading this right? Did you understand what just went down? Yes, yes, I know the emotions are too much to handle, but dude. The motherfucking Alpha is on fire.

The Alpha growled wildly and swung his arm around frantically, trying to stop the flames but no avail. I guess this bitch never heard of stop, drop, and roll before.

Seeing something move from the corner of my eye, I turned and watched as Jackson ran forward and threw his bottle at the Alpha, hitting him dead on. The Alpha's whole body was engulfed in orange flames. His growls only increased in volume and quantity.

I could only stare in shock at the sight. I suddenly lost all my breath as the Alpha fell forward and turned his sights to Allison.

Backing up, Allison stumbled to the ground. Her bow and arrows were useless and she seemed to be in shock over the flame-engulfed, pissed off Alpha. Gee, I wonder why.

"No!" I heard Scott shout as soon as the Alpha turned to her. And just as the Alpha was going to lunge in her direction, Scott sent a roundhouse kick to his body, luckily without catching the flames on his body. The Alpha practically flew back, away from Allison, and stumbled to the floor.

The forest floor caught fire as the Alpha slowly and clumsily tried to walk. Seemingly defeated, the Alpha fell to his knees with a loud thud. I heard a choked gasp and wondered who it was until I realized that it came from me. The reason behind this?

Well, the Alpha was no longer red eyes and fangs. No, it was Peter again and saying he looked gruesome was a definite understatement.

I saw Sammy turn towards Stiles a few yards to the left of me, but I kept watching. I couldn't help it.

Peter's flesh was black and the smell was unbearable, nauseating even. His hair was now gone and his body was almost unrecognizable. The only part that didn't seem to be affected was his blue eyes. They suddenly looked brighter and more noticeable.

As he fell onto his back, I couldn't help but think how terrible it must be for him. To be burned again after surviving the Hale fire and being in a coma for six years. To recover only to face the same excruciating pain once again. To have to feel flames eat at your skin. I almost felt bad for him.

Almost.

I turned away from him and stared at my brother, who was crouched still. I looked at Allison, who was now standing and making her way to Scott. I glanced at Sammy, who clung onto her brother. And to Jackson and Stiles, who both stared in shock and almost relief that it was over.

I really couldn't blame them. With the shit that just went down, how could I?

I went to look at Scott again only to turn my head quickly as if I saw something bad. Well, I guess I did. I mean it was sweet and all, but there will never be a day where I want to see my brother kissing. Yuck.

But I'm happy for them.

Hearing movement from my left, I saw that Argent was finally up. Scoff. And he calls himself a hunter. This bitch was knocked out from the very beginning and took a nice nap until the very end, where there is no more action. Besides the lip lock action from Allie and Scottie, which he didn't seem like he exactly enjoyed. And I am so with him on that one.

Following Argent's wandering eyes, I stopped on a figure making its way towards the scorched Peter. My heart stopped. Derek. And he did not look happy.

He slowly put both legs on either side of Peter and stood above him.

Derek knelt down and this seemed to wake Scott up from his love daze. He shot up quickly and shouted to Derek, "Wait! You said the cure comes from the one who bit you."

I couldn't see his face, but I could tell he was hesitating.

"Derek…If you do this, I'm dead." There was a pause and I'm sure we all held our breath. "Her father, her family… What am I supposed to do?"

The silence dragged on.

Cautiously, I approached Scott. He glanced at me before quickly turning back to Derek, who hadn't moved from his place.

From where I stood next to Scott, I could hear a wheezy, raspy voice begin to mumble. I looked around and my stomach dropped when I realized it was Peter talking, or at least trying to talk. So to say I was a little stunned when Peter suddenly shouted (it was a guttural sound and it did not sound pretty whatsoever) would be putting it lightly. I didn't know what was more creepy… the words or his voice?

"I can smell it on you!"

And now, we're smelling things. Great.

But a second after Peter's voice quieted, Derek's clawed hand rose up in the air. I was suddenly breathless as I stared and heard Scott protest loudly, "Wait! No, no! Don't!"

Without hesitation, Derek's hand slashed Peter's throat.

Derek slowly stood up. Once he stood, he turned his head painfully slow towards Scott. He glanced at me and we made eye contact. He had no emotion on his face, but it wasn't his usual expression. No. He seemed different.

Then as quickly as he made eye contact, he looked away. He turned back to Scott and his green eyes turned red. Then in a low, deep voice, he said, "I'm the Alpha now."

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

Finally, after everything that has happened, Stiles and I went home. This crap of a day was finally over and I was feeling bittersweet. The bright side is the whole Peter thing was finally over and we never had to see his ugly face ever again.

But out of everything that had happened, there was only one thing on my mind. Isaac.

Not in the way that you're thinking!

I don't want to get back together with Isaac. I think it's best to stay friends.

I just realized something.

I realized that maybe romance wasn't for me. Not yet, at least. How could a person love me if I didn't even love me?

I need to learn to love myself.

That means that I can't hide behind my girl-next-door persona anymore. I actually have to face myself now and I'm absolutely terrified. Nobody knows the real me. Hell, I don't even know the real me.

But I'm willing to find out now. I don't care about popularity, or boys, or friends, or being invited to all the cool parties anymore.

Not when I had my brother and my amazing best friends to have my back.

Author's Note:

Fuck yeah! One season down, five more to go! We got this!

Mod R

OH MY GOD WE ARE ACTUALLY DONE WITH SEASON 1!! I didn't even think that we would get to this point when we first started. Thank you guys so much for all of the comments and likes because they really do help us work faster. I am super duper excited about season 2 because we have a lot of exciting things in store. Once again, thank you guys so much.

Mod S

I'm more excited cause Addie finally gets to play a bigger role (or at least appears more)!

Mod A