Scott stepped out of the dorms and soon as his feet left the steps, leading to the parking lot, his right calf was hit by a bullet.

He groaned loudly and limped quickly to his car. He hid on the opposing side of the car to the shooter, blocking his body with his car's tire, and dug out the bullet from his leg with his claws.

When the bullet hit the ground, another went into his stomach.

Scott knew these were nothing more than warning shots. He punched his tire, got into his car, locked it, and proceeded to remove the other bullet.

A hunter shattered Scott's driver-side window with a night stick and pulled him out of the car through the new opening. With Scott on the ground, the hunter started beating him with his weapon.

"Beating him good?" The second hunter asked as he came up to join in.

Before the first could answer, the second cried out in pain, dropping to his knees.

Gabriel had punched him in the kidneys and then proceeded to tackle the one attacking Scott. He hastily got up from the ground and kicked the hunter in the stomach. "Go home, Eddy!"

Eddy go up, clutching his stomach. "If you keep interfering like this, Gabe, we'll tell your abuela."

The second, behind Gabriel, stood and said, "And she won't be happy."

Gabriel turned so he could more easily look between them. "What makes you think she will believe you two?" He smirked, knowing he was right.

The two hunters ran off.

Eddy yelled back to Gabriel, "Burro!"

"Al menos mi madre no es una puta!" Gabriel retorted. He then knelt down to Scott and helped him sit up against his car. "Has your healing kicked in?"

Scott was shocked, the thought of Gabriel knowing would put him on the floor if he wasn't already sitting. "You know?"

"Of course," Gabriel answered nonchalantly and sat next to Scott. "How could I not know? My family are hunters and," he paused to look at Scott, "you growl when you have nightmares."

Scott sat up straighter, since all his wounds had healed. "Why didn't you say anything?"

Gabriel shrugged. "I figured, you would tell me when you were ready."

"You're grandma thinks you don't know and what about those guys? One of them said," Scott squinted and shook his head at the baffling words he was about to repeat, "'you keep interfering'."

"I've made sure my abuela doesn't know that I know of our family's 'business'; and the reason I've done that is so I can save innocent people without any form of punishment from her."

Scott furrowed his brows, a bit more confused now. "But, the rules of supernatural hunting is that an Alpha who turns someone into a Werewolf is NOT innocent."

"I've come to learn that's not always true." Gabriel smiled at Scott.

"How did this start?"

"The moment you told me your first girlfriend was Allison Argent, I knew your story. A boy who was a werewolf dating the daughter of a family who, unbeknownst to her, were hunters of the supernatural."

"How did you know that?"

"Well, I pieced together who the Argents were after I found out about my family, but," Gabriel gripped Scott's knee, "I knew your story because I lived it."

Scott's eyes widened in curiosity, he stayed silent, anticipating the rest of what Gabriel had to say.

Gabriel chuckled and released his hand. "In my story, I was Allison and I was dating a girl like you. A werewolf that was being unjustly hunted by my family…at first."

"'At first'?" Scott questioned.

Gabriel sighed, clearly still injured by his past. "She was impulsive and quick to mob mentality. She was convinced that an innocent man had committed a crime, so, when he was found not guilty…she took justice into her own hands and killed him."

Scott swallowed his judgement of the girl and asked, "How did you find out she was a werewolf?"

"How did Allison?"

"I accidentally transformed in front of her when her dad tried to run me over."

Gabriel was mildly bewildered and gave Scott a sardonically surprised look. "I need to know the full context behind that story."

The two shared a small laugh.

"I, uh, I found out by helping her with a wolf's bane bullet wound. After I helped her, she showed me her gold eyes and told me everything." Gabriel stared at the ground, stoically.

Scott smelled the sad emotion coming from Gabriel and gripped Gabriel's knee, giving him a small reassuring smile.

Gabriel chuckled and the two sat there, swapping stories of their first loves; who were dangerous in their own rights.

That night, Emma knocked on a hotel room door, the same hotel where Emily had died, and TJ answered.

TJ greeted Emma and stepped outside with her.

"I can't come inside?" Emma asked.

"I'd rather not chance our reputations," TJ said with a knowing smirk.

Emma agreed.

"So, what did you want from me?"

"I just need someone to talk to about everything that is happening." Emma sighed.

"You mean with Noah being falsely accused?"

Emma nodded.

"You could speak to your mother about this," TJ put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

Emma giggled and looked to him. "You're right. I-I don't know why I didn't think about that."

"Well," TJ shrugged, "we have spoken quite a few times. We have a pretty good rapport, don't you think?"

"Yeah," Emma replied, and playfully bumped her shoulder against TJ's.

TJ bumped back and faced his door, leaning against the railing. "Go home and talk to your mother. She would love it and I love to speak to mine again as well."

"I-Is she gone?"

TJ nodded. "She died here recently."

Emma grabbed TJ's arm with both her hands. "I'm so sorry."

TJ swallowed a sob, putting his hand on one of hers. "I came to terms with her death long before she had passed…"

"Would you like a hug?" Emma kindly asked.

TJ turned to her and his body quaked before an odd chuckle.

His phone dinged.

TJ pulled out his phone and Emma let go of his arm.

"It's work," he said, stoically. He went to his room, but turned back to Emma before he closed the door. "Go home and hug your mother, sweet Emma." He flashed her a smile and shut the door.

Emma smiled to herself and went home as advised.

With Noah:

Noah petted his ferret as he lay on his uncomfortable bed.

He sighed and said, "I wish you could grant wishes, Randy."

Randy scurried off of Noah and started having a running fit across the floor.

Noah chuckled as he watched his new little friend.