"Everyone on the Deadpool is here, except her."

They all frown.

"You did find her, didn't you?" Derek asks.

"Yeah, we found her," Scott glances at Brett. "We told her about everything, but she knew it all already."

"Did you at least find out what she was?" Kira comes to stand next to them.

"No," Brett sighs. "All she said was, she was something like a Banshee."

"But $105 million for a Banshee can't be right," Scott shakes his head, confused.

It was too stuffy in this place for Scott. The atmosphere was tense, everyone was just waiting. Waiting for them to come. They were all silently preparing for what was to come, hoping it would come soon and then it could finally be over. So many had already died, they were all determined not to lose anyone else. That is why, when the alarms went off signalling someone was coming closer to the building, they all got ready for the fight of their lives. They did whatever they had to. Picked up their gun or crossbow, or snarled as their teeth became ones of werewolves. They were all ready as they witnessed a single figure come closer and closer until she peeled back a piece of plastic that was hanging from the one of the beams.

"WOAH!" She shouted as Mr Argent pointed his crossbow at her face, her duffle bag lands on the floor with a loud thud.

"Hey, hey, hey," she held her hands up in surrender.

It looks as if she had just left training. In one hand she held a shining bow. She wore clean trainers, a black skort that showed her long legs and a collared sports top. It all matched. The top was dark green and bore the emblem of Devenford prep. Her skort had a single thick dark green strip down the right side. She also had a protective piece of leather strapped to her left forearm and a support on her right elbow and shoulder. Her face looked the same as it did this morning, her eyes as bright as ever in this dim room. The only difference was her hair was up in a ponytail now. As her hair swayed to the side, the word captain in bold white writing is visible on the back of her polo shirt. Scott had to look away for a moment, the memory of Allison shooting through his mind.

"Can you please not point that thing at my face," her voice was flat, she peered around her hands at Mr Argent.

"Who are you?"

"Theraculisia?" Scott stepped out of the shadows.

"Hey there," she lowered her hands and held her bow in both of them.

"What are you doing here?"

"I am here to help," she smiles, her accent making her words sound bold.

"Help?" Scott's eyebrows furrow. "You're here to help us fight?"

"That is correct," she nods. "Apologies for my tardiness, I had training," she motions toward her clothing and her bow. "Oh," she gives everyone a smooth smile. "You can all call me Culee, Theraculisia's a bit of a mouthful."

Scott and Brett stand in confusion for a moment. She's very different to when they had last seen her, and it caught them off guard.

"Where are your arrows?" Brett asks her.

"I was hoping I could borrow some," Culee turns to Mr Argent with a wide smile.

"How did you-" Her smile only got bigger.

"What are you?" He asks her, still gripping his crossbow tightly. "Banshee, werewolf?"

"Neither," she smiles again.

"Then what?"

"You're a hunter aren't you, Mr Argent," it wasn't a question, she already knew. "You can identify supernatural creatures, can't you? Let's see if you can figure out what I am."

Argent was sceptical. He held his crossbow higher, ready to fire when needed. Culee dropped her smile and closed her eyes. Scott and Brett shared a look, both thinking the same thing. They took a step forward, hoping the same thing wouldn't happen now like it did this morning. Everyone was quiet, waiting again. Wondering what would happen. She did nothing. She didn't move a finger.

Culee slowly opened her eyes, she was looking directly at Argent. Where Brett and Scott were expecting to find her inhumanly green eyes, they found eyes as red as fire. They were so red, it felt like her gaze was burning you. She swiftly closed her eyes again, opening them a second later. This time, her eyes are a cloudy blue, like the sky. She open and closed her eyes, showing everyone seven different colours and feelings. Each one gave her a different aura.

Her eyes are her normal green again, the smile creeps back on to her face.

"Did you figure it out yet, Mr Argent?"

"You're an Aither."

It isn't Argent that answers, it's Satomi. She steps out of the shadows and comes to stand next to him, Culee smiles at her.

"You are correct."

"That can't be," Argent protests. "Aither's are only myths, they aren't real." His crossbow is down, his gaze goes from Satomi to Culee. Back and forth.

"Look around you," Culee gestures to everyone. "You're surrounded by assassins, werewolves and a kitsune," she turns, glances at Kira. "Nice to meet you, by the way."

Kira was in shock, her eyes wide. "Hi," she says awkwardly, it sounded more like a question.

"Aither's aren't a myth," she tells Argent. "There's one standing right in front of you," she whispers with a smile.

"Oh my God," he breathes.

"Can someone tell me what's going on?" Scott interjects, confused and slightly annoyed.

"No time," Culee glances behind her, the smile wiped from her face. "They're here."

Argent shifted into motion and suddenly threw a long black tube at Culee, which she caught gracefully. She opened it quickly, revealing arrows. She placed it on her back and extend her bow, ready to fight. Scott and the wolves, Culee, Derek and Kira were ready to fight.

Within seconds the room filled with smoke. Culee shot her first arrow and a dark figure hit the floor. Another two ran toward her, she kicked one in the chest sending him backwards and hit the other across the face with her bow and shortly fired another arrow. Scott watched, stunned, shocked, and silently thankful she could fight. It wasn't long before Scott was distracted. Dark and armed figures ran toward him from every direction. He growled and sprinted at them with all he had.

Theraculisia was running out of arrows within a couple of minutes. She'd hit the floor so many times, she lost count. Culee was so determined not to use her abilities, she didn't care if she'd get stabbed or shot. It didn't matter anyways, she'd heal eventually anyways.

Culee fired her last arrow, hitting the dark figure in the shoulder. Disarm, never kill. It was something her Aunt had taught her long ago.

She turned and caught a glimpse of a tall, dirty haired boy struggling, one of the assassins around his neck. Culee ran and caught the armed assassin by the shoulder and threw him to the floor. Brett grabbed her arm and turned her, she gazed strongly up into his beautiful hooded eyes. Blood was speckled on his face. Blood oozed out of hers. Brett's eyes travelled to her stomach, his eyes growing wider.

"Culee," was all he had to stay.

She started to feel it then, the pain in her side. The assassin had stabbed her. Fucking great, she thought and pulled it out quickly. She bit her tongue so hard, she was sure it had started to bleed. The heavy knife hit the floor with a noise no one could hear over the shouts and screams. Within seconds Brett and herself had moved on to the next person trying to kill them.

The message hit every phone in unison. It didn't take long before all the shadows retreated. Crawling, being dragged or if they were lucky enough, they walked.

Everyone turned and surveyed the group. Two of Satomi's pack were dead, laying motionless on the ground. Culee couldn't look, she couldn't do anything for them anymore.

"Everyone okay?" She asked the room, it felt like a stupid question to her.

Everyone was injured in some shape or form. Culee wiped the blood from her face using her forearm. The cuts had already heeled, but she knew she had only smudged the blood across her face. She looked down at her deeply coloured polo shirt. It had been ripped by someone, she was suddenly annoyed.

"Oh, shit," she said aloud. She was upset about something so little, she felt selfish. Two people had just lost their lives.

Culee became very aware of the stab wound, she was finding it harder to breath. She dropped her bow on the floor, ignoring the sound it made. She propped her knees up while she lay her back on the floor, closing her eyes and extending her arms outwards.

"Don't think about the pain," she said in her head. She thought she had said it in her head.

"Are you okay?" Someone asked in the distance.

"I'm just smashing," she said, the saying surprisingly unfamiliar to her. "I'll heal eventually, don't worry."

"You heal, like us?" Scott had asked.

Culee got to her feet slowly, "Werewolves heal faster then I do, but yes."

Scott was looking worriedly at his arm. It wasn't long before Culee understood why. "Scott," she said slowly.

A moan escaped him, he grabbed his arm in pain. "Scott," Culee said again.

"Why aren't I healing?" It was a simple gash, it was deep enough to case anyone else damage, but he should have healed by now. Dark looking veins escaped the bleeding wound, Culee's face hardened. She could recognise it from anywhere.

Everyone started to panic as Scott shouted in pain, again.

"I.. I don't understand," Scott babbled. "Wait, I have-"

"Scott," Culee had to cut him off. "That isn't a normal wound. Whatever they used to cut your skin, it was laced with Forsake." She read Scott's blank eyes. "It's Wolfsbane. It's poisonous," she clarified. The dark veins were rising up his arm. A worried expression crossed her face.

"We need to get him to the Doc," Brett stepped to his side, urgently. Argent appeared then, Kira close behind.

"There's no time," Culee said quickly. "Look at the veins. Scott, let me help you," she held out her hand. She took a step forward, Scott looked sceptical. She dropped her hand.

"Scott," she said, "sooner or later you're going to have to trust me. I'm trying to help. You don't have long, you're going to die if you don't let me help." She pleaded. It isn't his time to go, yet. Scott fell to his knees, doubling over. After a moment, he offered Culee his arm.

She rushed forward, gently taking his arm. Culee gulped, looking at the worsening wound. She closed her eyes, thinking about the sacrifices she's going have to make to save the True Alpha. I have to save him, he can't die, she thought.

"Hold him down," she motioned toward Argent, Brett and Derek. "This is going to be really painful, okay Scott? Scott, can you here me?" He was barely conscious. It was now or never.

She placed her right hand over the dark gash, closing her eyes. Her hand became very warm, her eyes glazed over and became another uncommon colour. Her entire body radiated heat and strength and power. The three struggled to clamp Scott down as he screamed and thrashed. It felt like someone was crushing his bone. The dark veins started to lighten, eventually disappearing. It took Brett a long moment to notice the veins appear on Culee's arms.

By the time Scott calmed down, the gash had gone. Healed. Scott fell unconscious, he'd be like that for a while. Culee slowly got to her feet, breathless and dizzy. Her body collided with the concrete floor, she couldn't keep herself up.

"Hey," Brett was at her side. "Are you okay?"

He helped her to her feet, her head still spinning. Blood ran from her nose, dripping onto the cold floor. She wiped her nose with the back of her hand quickly, not wanting anyone to see.

"Are you okay? I mean, did that do that-"

"It's normal," she says quickly. "It... It just.." Culee found it hard to find an excuse. "It just drains me, I'll be fine."

Everyone was watching her. Brett didn't believe her, he knew there was more to it then that. Culee crouched in front of Scott, frowning. "Take him home. He's going to be out for hours, but he will be fine. Don't worry," she smiled reassuringly to a very worried Kira.

Culee suddenly felt the need to leave. She was worried she'd say something wrong, something that gave too much away. She picked up her duffle bag and bow, throwing them both over her shoulder.

"I have to get home," she said. Feeling really bad about leaving everyone in shock and injured. But a feeling of fear overwhelmed her.

"Hey," Brett called. "Thank you."

She glanced back. His eyes were burning into her, something about him was captivating to her.

Kira was nodding, "Thank you."

"It's alright," Culee's voice was soft and sincere. She gave everyone a small smile before leaving.

Don't get too close to any of them, she thought. You don't have a long time left anyways. You'll be dead soon.

The single thought stayed in her mind all night, giving her nightmares she'd never be able to forget.