Derek finally found his young wolf brother lying on the forest floor, unconscious and bleeding with an arrow lodged in his side. Immediately, Derek grabbed the arrow and yanked on it until it came out. Scott, feeling the sharp pain leave his side, woke up with wide golden eyes that quickly turned back into brown. While unconscious, he had shifted back to normal.
Derek quickly helped Scott up off of the ground once he saw that the wound had already healed. He looked over at an unconscious Allison and snarled at the girl. He hadn't expected anything less from an Argent. Though Scott didn't know it, Derek knew how deadly the Argent girls could be. Once Scott was on his feet, he turned around and saw Allison on the ground. He loved her and didn't want to leave her, but his urge to kill was on the verge of boiling over. The wolf wanted revenge from the shot that could have killed Scott if it had been left in any longer. It also wanted to finish what it started; his lust for blood was overwhelming.
He could feel the wolf beginning to take over when his eyes glazed over in a bright gold and his vision went blood red. Scott tried his best to suppress the wolf, but with no dice. His nails became claws and his teeth became fangs. Before his ears became pointed, Scott turned heel and ran. Following closely behind, Derek made sure that Scott didn't change his mind and go back to Allison. As much as Derek hated the Argents, he didn't want Scott to make a huge mistake and spill human blood, which would give the Argents every right to bring him down.
Allison awoke, blinking her eyes at the bright sunlight, and all alone. She sat up quickly and looked around. She was disoriented and utterly confused. The only thing she recognized was her bow that lay a few feet away. Racking her brain for an explanation, she discovered that the night before, Scott had attacked her and intended to kill her. He would have too, had her aunt not come and rescued her. After that, she vaguely remembered Scott attacking her aunt, then she shooting him with a lucky arrow. When she attempted to help her aunt up, somebody had swatted her from behind.
She furrowed her eyebrows and leapt to her feet. She grabbed the bow and the arrows that had been scattered around, then began heading toward the Hale House in the distance.
Scott sat in a corner; legs curled up to his chest and sobbed. He had attacked Allison and almost killed her. He knew that it had been the Alpha's bidding that he shifted and attacked her, but it was like a repeat of what happened at the school. When he shifted, he wanted to do it. He wanted to attack her, to rip her soft fair skin to pieces, to taste her flesh and blood in his jaws. He wanted to kill her. The feeling made him sick to his stomach. Scott hated himself for it. He had hurt her last night. Had Kate not arrived when she did, Allison would probably be dead and Scott would have been chowing down on her corpse. He hung his head in shame and anger. He didn't even notice Derek walking in with his usual angry scowl upon his face. When Derek looked down at Scott, his face lightened and he kneeled down in front of the miserable teen.
"Scott?" Derek placed his hand on Scott's shoulder. In response, Scott growled at him and pushed his hand off. He sighed and stared directly into the teen's dark brown eyes that were filled with tears. "Scott, I'm no good at comforting people, but I gotta say this: You didn't kill her. She's still alive and breathing, just a bit banged up." He chuckled lightly at the last part of his speech.
Scott looked back at Derek's green eyes and punched him square in the middle of them. He stood up angrily and stormed out of the crumbling house. His eyes were now a dull gold color and his blood was still boiling with hatred of himself and what he was. He stomped over to a nearby tree and punched it with full force, leaving a large indent on the tree and a bloodied fist on Scott. He collapsed to the floor and stared at his bloodied knuckles as they already began to heal. After only a moment, Scott's fist was back to normal, as if he never socked one at the tree. His anger was still boiling and it was not going down, so he proceeded to pound the forest floor with his fists. Soon, his anger drowned out any noise or smell that happened to brush past his heightened senses. He jumped back onto his feet and continued to punch the tree until the tree looked like it was on its last limbs.
Scott slowly backed away from the tree to observe his work. He looked at his severely bloodied fists and noticed that his claws had come out to play. He then moved on to a boulder that also lay near the Hale house and proceeded to beat that to a pile of pebbles. Once the boulder was nothing more than dust, a fully shifted Scott roared with frustration and ran off into the forest to find something else to release his anger on.