Hey! Thank you all for the wonderful responses! Really appreciate all of them. Yesterday's episode was actually incredible, but a tad confusing as it was non-linear. This episode, I had to keep re-watching and I decided to follow the episode in chronological order. So I won't exactly follow the way the episode was shown last night. I read the full summary from Teen Wolf Wiki and it made much more sense, so you can go there if you're still confused about the episode. The first two parts of this story begins before the episode. Just only the first two parts then it goes in order…Enjoy this chapter :D!

Disclaimer: I own nothing, but my OCs…

"I'm not good with archery like you, Allison," Lucy hesitated as she held the crossbow weapon in her hands. Her brown eyes stared directly at the huntress as a frown crept across on her face. "What if I get hurt? Or I accidentally hurt you?"

"You won't get hurt," she comfort her nervous friend. Allison soon stood beside Lucy with arms crossed over her chest. "And you won't hurt me."

Lucy rolled her eyes. "You sound so confident about that."

"I've seen you handle yourself with a gun," Allison brushed a strand of hair away from her face. The breeze made its way through the thick trees of the Beacon Hills forest. Lucy continued to send a helpless look her way and Allison sighed. "You'll be fine. It's all about patience and concentration. Something that you taught yourself with gymnastics and some martial arts training right?"

"I guess so…"

"You know so," Allison quipped to her as she helped Lucy be in the correct position. "Now, you want to become relaxed and comfortable. Don't be stressed out or nervous as it will throw off your target."

The target that Allison was indicating was the one that was twenty yards away. It was an ordinary target board with a large red dot and was bright enough for a person's eye to see. Allison then continued her teaching, lifting Lucy's arms slightly up and fixing her shoulders.

"Now since you're right-handed: place your left arm underneath the crossbow to hold it steady."

"Like this?"

Allison nodded. "Exactly. Now use your right hand to grasp the trigger area," she ordered Lucy and the brunette followed every step. She didn't want to mess up, or worse, injure the two of them. "Good. For now keep the crossbow close to you. You won't get the most accurate shot, but it's a start. With more practice, you'll be able to use this weapon easily."

"Okay," Lucy mumbled, her gloved index finger resting lightly against the trigger. "Do I use the sight that's mounted on the crossbow?"

"Yeah," Allison moved slightly as her head stared over Lucy's left shoulder. "It will give you more accuracy. Make sure you can see the target through the sight."

"I can see it."

"Good," Allison murmured behind the girl. "Good. Now this part is crucial. You must hold the crossbow solid and steady. Any sudden movements could knock off the direction of the arrow, so take a long and deep breath in."

Lucy did as told, inhaling the breath through her mouth and nostrils. She closed her eyes for more concentration and it soon reminded Lucy how she would be before performing a gymnastic move. Her muscles became relaxed and her heartbeat slowed down.

"When you exhale: squeeze the trigger. Remember to keep your body sturdy."

Her eyes snapped opened and the determine brown eye pierced into the sight. She soon exhaled and her index finger pulled the trigger. Lucy flexed her body as soon as the arrow shot out, and the sudden jolt surprised her momentarily, but she didn't jump. Lucy lowers the crossbow slightly, the wind blowing passed her curly hair. Allison's boots caused the leaves from underneath to crunch loudly as the seventeen year old went towards the target. Her fingers pulled the arrow that sat on the out part of the circle.

"It's not so bad," Allison yelled from where she stood. She soon walked back to where Lucy stood, the crossbow now on her side instead. Allison twirled the arrow between her fingers, offering Lucy a soft smile. "It takes practice before you shoot directly in the middle, but you still hit the target."

A grin appeared on Lucy's face as she held up the crossbow. "So another?"

"Yup," Allison chuckled.

"Mom? Scott? Isaac?" Lucy yelled into her house as she closed the door. She hung the coat on one of the hangers and kicked off her shoes she wore. Her toes wiggled in freedom inside her green socks and Lucy quietly walked into her home. She made her way into the living room and caught a glimpse of the clock that sat on the wall. It was only six-thirty five, but the sun began to set down as the day was finishing.

She threw her bag on the couch and headed into the kitchen to grab something to eat. That was the idea in her mind, but she jumped in surprised to see Isaac place a plate on the counter. Her heart pounded loud as she settled a hand over her heart.

"Why do want to scare me?" She growled at him playfully. Isaac merely laughed at her, but slowly made his way towards her. He wrapped his arms around him, his lips making their way to give her a kiss, but she moved her head to the side.

"Oh come on," he whined at her. "You can't be mad at me for that."

"What if I am?" She quirked an eyebrow at the werewolf and Isaac smirked.

"You actually can't be mad at me," he purred while cocking his head, his pearly white teeth flashed at her as his nose took in her scent. "You love me too much."

Lucy rolled her eyes, but a smile settled on her face. "You're right," she kissed her boyfriend before she pulled her head back. "Why didn't you answer when I came home?"

"I just wanted to surprise you," he shrugged as his arms left her waist. "Besides," he snatched the plate off the counter, "I made you a sandwich."

"Well aren't you so sweet," she cooed at him, giving a peck on his cheek before heading off to the living room. Isaac followed behind and took a seat beside his girlfriend and handed her the plate. Lucy gratefully took it and ate a large bite from the sandwich. She glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, placing the food down.

"Stop staring!" She wiped her mouth with a napkin. "I'm eating."

Isaac laughed and Lucy slapped his chest lightly, but continued eating. She turned on the television, but made sure the volume was low.

"Do you know where Scott is?"

"He said he wanted to talk to Allison," Isaac leaned back into the couch. His blue eyes glanced at his girlfriend as his finger played in her hair. "I'm not sure what about, but he was serious about it."

An expression of wonder was written across her face. Lucy knew that her brother and Allison had history and lots of it. Although they only dated for a few months, it seemed like forever in Lucy's eyes for her brother's relationship to Allison. The two had been through so much, such as death and killings, it wouldn't surprise Lucy too much if they got back together again.

"Your mom is still working at the hospital, though," Isaac spoke and Lucy blinked out of her deep thought. She turned her head at him and Isaac stared at her with a shrug. "I think she mentioned it would be a late shift."

"Again?"

"Yup."

Lucy puts the plate on the coffee table and huddled closer to Isaac. Her head rested just below his shoulder, her curls brushing along his dark shirt. His arm that was spread on the couch had now moved in closer to the girl, hugging her body closer to his. Lucy bit the inside of her cheek as she thought about her mom.

Lucy remembered when she and Scott would lie to their mother about her brother being a werewolf. It wasn't that they didn't want to tell her, but they just couldn't. Scott was completely afraid about losing control around their mom. Afraid that she would think of him as a monster and never talk to him ever again.

But he was mostly afraid for her safety.

With their mom working ridiculous hours at the hospital, from the crack of the morning to late at night, the two didn't want to add another burden on the poor woman's shoulders.

Their secrecy was going so well, but there were times when Scott's secret was almost revealed. Then their mom found out in the most unpleasant way possible. Lucy could still remember that night clearly, her nose dripping with blood and her brother transformed into a werewolf as he had no other choice since the kanima, or now known as Jackson, was near their mother.

From that day forward, everything had changed in their family. It wasn't smooth sailing as the terrified nurse completely denied the fact that her son, her baby boy, was a monster that was told in fairy tales or shown in movies. She thought that everything was a dream, or a nightmare, and she would wake up any minute now with everything returning normal.

Now Lucy's mom fully accepted Scott for who he is. For what he is, and it actually became much easier for the three of them. They didn't have to lie to their mom anymore and now supported Scott like the mother hen she was.

"You don't think it's dangerous for my mom to be working late?" Lucy asked aloud as it caused Isaac's eyes to peel away from the television screen. She gazed into the crystal blue eyes of his, as she brushed aside a curl from his forehead. "What if one of the alphas gets to her?"

"Then I'll kill him or her," Isaac firmly answered as his eyes went cold. "If they go near your mom I'll kill them. She's not part of this."

Lucy didn't say a word, but rested her head on his chest.

"Scott?" Allison was stunned to see him standing on the other side of the door. The young werewolf sent a quick wave at her. She moved to the side as she allowed him to come into her apartment, closing the door as soon as he was in. Allison gestured him to follow into her room and soon closed that door as well.

"You're lucky that my dad went out to buy more groceries," she mentioned in a light hearted tone. Allison then sat on her bed, bringing both her legs close to her as Scott stood a few feet away from her. Things were still awkward between the two of them, but they were learning how to cope with that for the sake of murders happening in Beacon Hills.

"Yeah," he dipped his head down with both hands dug into his pockets. "I already realized that when coming up the elevator."

"So why did you come?"

Scott's hands left his pockets and reached inside the light coat he wore. The werewolf pulled out a long bow, with the point sharp and hard. He flashed it at her and Allison remained quiet, knowing she had been caught.

Or did she…

"I found it outside of the school," he explained to her. "Right where Isaac got Boyd and Cora to turn back."

"How do you know it's not from the archery team?"

Scott lets out a soft snort. "We don't have an archery team."

"Oh," Allison said, feeling quite stupid right now. She forgot there wasn't no such thing as an archery team. Something that disappointed her when she first moved here from San Francisco. Scott managed not to laugh, but that smile of his was still visible on his face.

"And even if we did, they probably wouldn't be using military grade, armor-piercing, titanium arrowheads," he flicked the arrowhead with his fingers, causing a small 'ding' sound to echo. "I looked it up."

"Maybe it's one of my father's," Allison shrugged as she tried to play innocent with Scott, but there was no use. She had already been caught by him.

"I thought you guys had some kind of agreement where you both stay out of all this?"

Allison snapped her head into place, her eyes narrowing at his direction. Was he trying to tell her not to get involved in this mess? Was that the reason why he had come all this way. And for her to hear this from his mouth?

"Is that why you came here?" She sassed at him. "To tell me to stay out of this?"

"No," Scott's heart didn't skip a beat.

"Okay," Allison reached for coat that sat on the bed. She then jumped off from her spot and continued to talk. "Well, I can take care of myself."

Scott resisted to roll his eyes at that statement. She would always say that to him now, and he felt proud that she could be independent. It meant not having to worry about her much, but he still did. Like he did just now.

"I know," he sighed and turned his body around. "But these guys, Allison, if you didn't notice: they're pretty terrifying. Plus: they have some serious advantages like superhuman strength."

Allison sent him a soft grin. "You're pretty strong and I can handle you," she challenged him cockily. Scott rose his eyebrows while a quick chuckle escaped his mouth.

"Me?"

"You don't think I'd have a chance against you?" Allison crossed her arms while sending him a look. Scott rubbed his mouth, stepping forward.

"I didn't say that," he defended himself to his ex-girlfriend.

"Maybe you didn't notice, but I'm pretty good with a bow and arrow," she boasted about herself, with a gleam of mischief making their way into her eyes. Scott cocked his head, laughing at her confidence. It was something that he loved about her. It was a quality that he had admire about her.

"Okay, well: what if you didn't have it?" He bursted her bubble. "I still have super strength."

"I have skills in training."

She stepped forward.

"I have claws."

He stepped forward.

"I'm smarter."

She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Well, I'm faster."

"Prove it," Allison told him with a smile. Scott was surprised at the bold statement, but he didn't do anything. Allison waited however, leaning her head slightly forward as she wanted Scott to attack her, but he remained still. That was when the girl made her move on punching him, but Scott easily caught her arm in a flash. She went for the other side, but he caught that one too as their eyes never looked away from the intensity.

Scott turned her around in a swift motion, her hair bouncing around until it went back into place. Her eyes gazed heavily on his lips. They were taunting her in every way for Allison and out of habit: she moved her head forward. This caused her nose to brush up against his, the personal space now completely dissolved in the room.

Allison quickly pulled away, holding her arm in defeat. Scott was confused as to that was it for him proving that he was faster. He thought she would test him further, but she didn't and her eyes looked down on her floor.

Kick.

Block.

Hit.

Block.

Another hit.

Another block.

It was like the two were doing a dance. A special dance that was reserved for them only as their beats were one. There was a rhythm in the air and Scott could hear both their blood pumping in the same motion.

The same speed.

Another hit.

And another block.

Scott decided to end the dance by him grabbing her arm and lightly pushing her against the door. His head hovered behind Allison, a victory smile on his face. Allison, on the other hand, was uncomfortable with the current position and decided to end it.

"Okay I get it," she huffed quietly. "You can let go now."

The weight soon came off from behind her and Allison turned around while gripping her arm. It was the same arm that Isaac scratched her in the janitor's closet and the pain was very much still alive. Scott felt guilty as he should have remembered about the wound on that particular arm and he quickly apologized.

"Don't," she interrupted him, not trying to sound rude, but failed to do so. "Don't apologize. You're right," she soon walked back to her bed, sitting down on the floor instead.

"I was just trying-"

"I got it," she shrunk down and Allison felt small for the first time in a while. "You made your point."

Scott made the decision to leave, knowing if he stayed longer it would become worse. The tension in the air was enough to choke him to death. That and he wanted to give Allison some space for her to recover. As he opened the door to make his way out her room, Scott froze in his steps and spun around to face her one last time.

"Allison," he called out for her and she lifted her head to see him. "The twins were just messing with us. I've seen the others. I'm not telling you this because I don't think you couldn't easily kick my ass if you wanted to. I'm telling this because they scare the hell out of me," he admitted to her, his hand gripping on the doorknob. "And they should scare you too."

With that, Scott shuts the door close and leaves her apartment.

It was getting dark outside.

The sun had finally set and the moon was blocked behind a few clouds. Lucy was in her room as she finished the last homework of today. It wasn't too much, but Ms. Blake had of course assigned the most out of all subjects. She placed her pencil down and closed her textbook as she took in a deep breath while leaning against her chair.

A knock was heard from behind.

Lucy whipped her head, staring over her shoulder to see Isaac standing near the doorway. She rose a curious eyebrow his way, the girl left her seat as she approached him with her arms crossed. Lucy took note of what he was wearing, the leather jacket helped bring his eyes out in a beautiful way.

"Why all dressed up for?" She asked him. "Have a date that I don't know of?"

"Trust me," he reached for her hips. "This is just reserved for you, but you brother and I are just going to go out to eat. We'll be back in like half an hour or so."

"What are you getting?"

Isaac shrugged. "Mexican food."

Lucy nodded. "Okay, just don't get any onions."

"Why not?"

Lucy sent him a mischief grin. "Because I won't kiss you. I don't want to smell onions from your mouth," she teased him and laughed as a growl rumbled through his throat. She then gave him a quick kiss before pushing him away from her.

"Just don't come late. Both of you, okay?"

"Isaac, let's go," Scott hollered from down the hall. Isaac glanced out for a moment and returned his gaze at Lucy. The girl nodded as she waved him permission.

"No use on keeping him waiting," she chuckled and Isaac smile before going away. Lucy stood outside her room as she heard their footsteps stomp down the stairs. The door was swished opened and after a minute, was slammed closed.

There was a rumbled from outside, Lucy already knew it was Scott's bike, and it roared into the night. Silence soon took over the house and neighborhood and Lucy sighed as she entered back into her room. She hopped on her bed, pushing aside the pillows and made herself comfortable. Grabbing her laptop, Lucy turned it on as she wanted to use this time to watch a couple of movies.

A few minutes had passed by and Lucy still hadn't found anything good to watch. She flickered through the selection and nothing had caught her eye in particular. Her lips pursed together as her fingernails tapped the keyboard lightly.

A ding was heard from her phone.

Lucy reached for it as it was on top of her bedside table. Her thumb slid across the screen and noticed she had a message. Lucy opened it to see it was Allison and a simple text was sent her way.

Get ready. Alpha battle happening soon. Meeting at your house in 10 mins.

Lucy didn't hesitate on leaving her bed and rushing into her closet. She reached for a pair of black pants and red v-neck shirt. Quickly changing, she fixed her hair into a simple half-bun while letting the other half down. Marching towards her large drawer, Lucy pulled out a large box and opened the lid. She quickly loaded her gun with special bullets that Allison had provided for her as well as the sharp knife that she hid up her sleeve.

Lucy puts the box away, and she crouches down her bed to pull out another box. Inside held the crossbow with some arrows. She held the crossbow in her hands and Lucy fought with herself if she should or should not bring the weapon with her. Allison did tell her that it was an alpha battle, so a few gun wounds won't help her.

But she didn't know how to use it too well. Sure a couple of shots here and there, but not a pro like Allison was.

Lucy then made her decision.

She decided to take it with her.

Oh yeah! So this chapter was like, before the battle. Next chapter will be the battle along with the aftermath. Thank you all for the wonderful feedback! Anything is appreciated ^_^ Here's the question of today:

If you had 1 million dollars, what would you do with it?

I would probably invest it. That way it would grow and I will buy myself the rights to Teen Wolf! Nah…too far of a stretch, but I can dream :/ Until next time…

-WhatTheCensoredXD