When they walked out of the school and arrived at the parking lot, an irate Derek was there waiting for them. "I'm going to kill both of you!" he shouted at the boys. "What are you trying to do, attract the entire state to the school?" Before Derek could do any more scolding he grimaced. "Which one of you smells?"

Haven raised her hand with no shame. "Laundry duty," she informed then Scott said "Sorry. I didn't know the howl would be that loud."

"Yeah," Stiles said chuckling, "it was loud and it was awesome!" He went way high pitched when he said 'awesome'.

"Shut up," Derek said to him.

Stiles laughed, "Don't be such a sour wolf."

Even Haven thought she heard something and repeated Derek's "Shut up."

Scott looked at Derek's car and saw the backseat door open. "What did you do with Deaton?"

Derek turned around. "I didn't do anything to him."

"Guys...do you hear that?" Haven asked, swearing she could hear something but before anyone could answer...the Alpha appeared.

The Alpha drove its claws into Derek's back and lifted him up into the air as blood poured out of Derek's mouth.

Haven didn't even realized she had screamed until Scott and Stiles grabbed hold of her and pulled her along with them to get into the school. When they made it inside, they closed the door, ducked down and held then tight.

"Big..." Haven said through deep breaths. "Very...big."

Stiles couldn't help but say, "That's what she said." But as soon as those words came out of his mouth, he instantly regretted it. The next words that came out of his mouth were not just due to the huge Alpha outside, but the glares he received from Scott and Haven because of his comment. "Yep," he said, "I'm gonna die."

"If we had something to lock the door then the odds of dying would be even less!" Haven shouted back. She was really freaking and was completely unarmed. This was not how she thought her first meeting with the Alpha would go. And yet she couldn't shake the feeling that she knew everything was going to be okay. Haven ignored this nagging feeling inside her and focused on the matter at hand when she was pulled out of her thoughts by Stiles asking, "Do you I look like I have a key?!"

"There's got to be something we can use to close this up. Anything!" Even Scott was freaking the hell out.

"The bolt cutters," Stiles suggested and stood up to look out the window and there they were lying on the ground outside.

"Stiles, no." The last thing Haven wanted was Scott's best friend to get mauled to death by the Alpha. Okay maybe that wasn't the last thing she wanted, but still. She didn't want it to happen.

Stiles didn't think they had much of an option so he replied with, "Stiles, yes," and opened the door to go outside and retrieve the only item that they could possibly use to keep the doors together.

Scott and Haven rose to their feet to watch Stiles sneak outside to get the cutters. "He's going to die," Haven said pessimistically.

"He's not going to die," Scott retorted, trying to keep a little faith.

They both saw the Alpha move out from behind Stiles' Jeep, making Haven ask "You sure about that?" before they both shouted for Stiles to get the hell back inside the school. Stiles must have heard them because he moved like a bat out of hell and ran back in. Thankfully he managed to get the cutters and shoved them in the door handles as a makeshift lock.

Once it was in place, the three of them looked outside to see where the big ass Alpha was but it was nowhere in sight. "Oh...that's not good," Haven stated as Stiles took the flashlight from Scott to shine it outside as he asked, "Where the hell is it?"

"That thing was huge, it couldn't have just disappeared!" Haven exclaimed, fearfully. When Stiles looked as if he was about to make a joke triggered by their shared fear, she said "If you even try to say that's what she said, I will kill you myself."

Stiles gulped and nodded in understanding. "Noted, but seriously...where did it go?"

They Alpha was nowhere in sight outside so the trio retreated away from the door a bit as Scott asked, "That won't hold him, will it?"

"Probably not," Stiles replied.

"Should I call my..." Haven didn't get the chance to finish her question due to the distant sound of howling that had reached their ears. So instead, she asked another "Is that coming from inside?"

A verbal answer was never received but a physical one sure was. Stiles took off running and Scott took Haven's hand before taking off after him. The trio ran into one of the classrooms and the boys started moving the teacher's desk as a form of barricade.

"Guys!" Haven exclaimed. "That door is not going to keep that thing out. Even with that."

"She's right," Stiles sighed and stopped moving. "Scott, I hate your boss. Your psycho, murdering, Alpha of a boss."

"It's not Deaton," Haven interjected even though she really had no idea where that had come from. Thanks again for the input, Haven Parker from Haven, Maine with all your Troubles and...and there's no time now for that digression.

"How do you know?" Stiles asked, almost accusingly.

"I...I don't know. I just don't think it's Deaton." Haven really didn't have a better explanation than that.

"I agree with her," Scott added in. "It's not Deaton."

Stiles couldn't believe they were saying this. "Oh come on, Deaton disappears and ten seconds later that thing shows up to throw Derek twenty feet into the air! You don't think that's convenient timing?"

Scott still couldn't believe that his boss was the Alpha. "It can't be."

"Maybe the Alpha was trying to throw us off his trail or something? I mean, that's possible, right?" Haven asked, feeling as if she was on the right track.

"He killed Derek," Stiles shot back.

"Derek's not dead," Haven retorted, also feeling as if she knew this for a fact.

"Derek can't be dead," Scott added in desperately.

"Dudes! Blood spurted out of his mouth, okay? That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury." Stiles was putting great emphasis on his words. "He's dead and we're next."

"Instead of thinking we're going to die, how about we come up with a plan?" Haven held her hands out to her sides in a 'well' manner. "What are we going to do?"

Stiles thought for a moment. "Call you family? Wasn't that what you were going to suggest earlier?"

Haven looked at him like he was nuts. "Yeah, okay, I did think that for a split second but they'd probably kill Scott without a second thought. So yeah, bad idea."

Stiles was looking quite exasperated at this point. "Fine, you got a better idea?"

Haven thought for a moment then suggested, "Get out to your Jeep and drive like hell?"

Stiles pondered this. "Fine, but only if Scott agrees to think about quitting his job?"

Scott couldn't believe that was Stiles focus but he quickly answered with, "Fine, whatever. Let's just get out of here."

The boys headed straight for the windows so she said, "Those aren't going to open – climate controlled."

"Then we break it," Scott countered.

"Which would make a lot of noise," Stiles retorted.

Haven joined them at the window and looked outside. "Then we run really really fast."

They were about to embark on this when something caught Scott's eye. "Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your Jeep?" He saw that it was completely dented.

"What are you talking about? Nothing's wrong," Stiles replied and shone the light outside to get a better look. "What the hell...it's bent...how the hell did that..." Stiles didn't get a chance to finish his sentence thanks to the flying projectile that crashed through the window over their heads. The impact made the teens drop to the floor and saw the Jeep's battery slide across the floor – covered in claw marks.

"That...that's my battery," Stiles said in shock making Haven say, "No shit, Sherlock," before trying to stand.

Scott reached out to stop her as he said, "What are you doing? He could be right outside!"

"He is right outside," Haven answered as she crouched back down next to him. "We have to move. We're just sitting ducks here."

Scott wouldn't be able to forgive himself if anything happened to Haven so he said, "Let me look." When he was sure she'd stay put for the moment, Scott slowly stood and peeked out the window.

"Anything?" Stiles asked, hoping there wasn't.

"Nothing," Scott replied as he looked. "Nothing that I can see, anyway."

"Move now?" Haven asked and Scott concurred, "Move now."

They went out into the hall and Stiles said, "We have to go somewhere without windows."

Scott thought that was nuts. "Every room in his building has windows!" he exclaimed, worried.

Stiles sighed. "Fine, somewhere with less windows."

Haven knew exactly where that was. "Locker room."

The boys seems to agreed. "Let's go."

Haven stopped for a moment. "You go. I'll meet you there." She took off running down the hall as Scott called out in a hushed tone, "Where are you going?!" Haven turned around long enough to say, "I remembered something!" and turned the corner to get down to her locker.

Haven had been reading that book about the Beast of Gevudan and other stories and since the image in the book looked almost exactly like what they were dealing with now, she hoped there was something in there to help them.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she made her way down to her locker and with shaky hands she managed to do the combination and get the books. For the sake of looking, she looked around in case there was a stray something in there that could be useful but all she found was a really long chain that her grandfather had given her for her birthday. She was about to just leave it there then thought 'why the hell not' and took it – not realizing what exactly it was, but took it anyway.

With her items in her bag, she took off to the locker room and arrived just as they boys were being pushed out by the night janitor. "Shit," Haven said to herself as she picked up the pace because she completely forget that he was still there. A gasp soon left her lips as she saw the janitor get pulled back into the locker room then pushed against the closed door with blood spraying the clouded glass.

The teens didn't stick around long after that and took off down the hall. While Stiles and Haven ran ahead, Scott pulled out his cell phone. It was official – they needed backup. As he ran, fast enough to keep up but slow enough in hopes they wouldn't hear him, he spoke into the phone "Allison, the Alpha is at the school. Haven's here and we need some help. But please don't bring your dad."

"Scott," Allison replied as she, Jackson, and Lydia pulled into the parking lot, "I'm on my way and...I'm not alone."

Scott could hear Jackson and Lydia in the background and groaned. This groan made Haven stop to see what was going on.

"Scott? Who are you talking to?" Haven asked and Scott ended the call right at that moment.

"No one," he answered and went back to running.

They made it to one of the exits but upon pushing the door, they realized it was blocked. "Are you kidding me?!" Stiles exclaimed and tried to push some more. "That thing pushed it in front of the doors to block us in. What does it want!"

"Me," Scott answered as they moved away to find another way out. "Derek says it's stronger with a pack."

"Psychopathic werewolf who loves teamwork. Gotta love it," Haven joked sarcastically then suddenly stopped because Scott and Stiles did. She looked outside and saw what they saw – the Alpha. It was on the roof across the way and saw them as well because soon enough it was crashing through the windows.

The trio once more took off running and went down the stairs. "I'm not dying in school!" Stiles didn't even pause to take a breath and kept on running.

"I thought we were here to get your sister, what does Scott have to do with this?" Jackson asked as he pulled up in front of the school.

"Just wait here," Allison said firmly. Part of her was thinking she should call in the cavalry but didn't. Why she didn't exactly, she wasn't sure, but there she was pretty much unarmed with two ignorant teens along for the ride.

"I'm coming with you," Jackson countered as he too got out of the car. "If Haven's in there..."

Allison sighed in annoyance. "I got this, Jackson. Just stay here."

Jackson sighed as well and handed her the flashlight from his keychain. "Will you at least take this?"

Allison accepted it as she said, "Haven's fine. I got this." Without another word, she headed into the school hoping to hell she actually did have this.

Once she walked through the propped open doors, she looked back to make sure they couldn't see her and reached into the back of her belt to pull out her gun. It was a small caliber and she didn't have any extra ammo on her, but it'd do in a pinch if it had to. With a deep breath, she rolled her shoulders and ventured further into the school.

Meanwhile Haven and the guys were running like hell away from the Alpha and ended up in the freaking cellar with the Alpha right behind them. They could hear its growls as it turned the corner and stalked towards them. When it turned into another area of the cellar instead of coming straight for them, Scott mouthed 'go' to them and once more they took off running.

When they reached yet another dead end, Stiles had enough. "We have to do something. Kill it, maim it, unleash mental anguish on it, something!"

"Shh!" Haven practically hissed at him because he was being very loud.

"Allison," Scott said almost breathlessly. "I called Allison."

Haven looked at him like he was next on her hit list. "You did what?!" Haven practically screamed – forgetting for a moment of the situation they were in but it was too late for that. The Alpha was now coming their way.

Stiles thankfully came up with an idea and pulled his keys from his pocket to throw into the other room. The Alpha took the bait and ran into there. Stiles quickly closed the door and pressed against it. "The desk. Come on!" he shouted as she wildly gestured to the nearby broken down desk.

Scott and Haven quickly reacted and pushed it in front of the door the long way so if the Alpha tried to get the door open it would just push the desk into the metal case against the wall. In other words, the door couldn't open. At least...it shouldn't be able to open.

"Dude, you did good," Haven said pleased as she placed her hands on her hips with a smile.

Stiles looked pretty pleased with himself as well. "Alright then."

Scott and Haven scrambled over the desk so they'd all be on the same side. When Stiles tried to get a look through the grate in the door, Haven pulled him back, exclaiming "What are you doing?!"

"I just want to get a look at it," Stiles answered like it was no big deal.

Haven crossed her arms and pointed at him in a scolding manner. "This is the part of the movie were people scream 'don't do that!' to the screen, Stiles. Do you really want to be the first idiot to die in the movie?"

"It's trapped, okay? It's not going to get out." Stiles still didn't think it was going to be a problem.

As Stiles climbed on the desk to get a look at the trapped Alpha, Scott looked at him like he was insane. He also couldn't believe it when Stiles started baiting the thing. "What are you doing?!"

"It's fine, Scott. I'm not scared of this thing," Stiles replied like a big shot, but as soon as the Alpha's claw slammed against the grate, Stiles jumped fifty feet and fell back into his friends. Once he got he footing, he composed himself and said "Yeah, that's right, I'm not scared of you because you're locked in there and we're out here and you're not going anywh..." His sentence was cut off by the crashing sound coming from within the locker room.

"He just went all Mission Impossible and escaped through the ceiling, didn't he?" Haven asked, figuring that's what happened and not caring one bit if she had the wrong movie reference.

Her question was answered by the metal in the ceiling creaking and sinking from the weight of the Alpha above them. After looking at this for a moment, the trio took off running...again.

They stopped long enough for Scott to answer his cell phone. "Where are you?!" he all but shouted into the phone.

"I'm near the swimming pools looking for you," Allison replied from her location. "Where are you and where is my sister?"

"Meet us at the lobby. Go now," Scott answered then ended the call.

"You should have let me talk to her," Haven seethed as they made their way to the lobby now.

"And have her find out that you know everything and didn't tell her? You really think that's the best idea?" Stile interjected. "Allison still thinks you're the ignorant one, remember?"

"Okay, well, how am I going to explain...this?" Haven asked as she waved her hands out in front of her in reference to all the crap that was going on.

"Feign ignorance," Stiles answered as the trio kept going.

When they burst into the lobby, Allison quickly returned her gun to the back of her belt and pulled her shirt down to cover it. "Haven? Are you okay? And oh my god, you stink."

"Someone killed the night janitor!" That was the truth only it was more of a something than a someone. Even so, Haven was feigning ignorance...she had to. "And I was on laundry duty, what do you expect?!"

"Did you drive here?" Scott asked her, hoping she did.

"Jackson did, we were on our way to pick Haven up," Allison replied. "They better have stayed at the car."

"We didn't," Lydia answered as she and Jackson walked through another set of doors. "Can we go now? And what on earth is that smell?"

"Yeah, and it's Haven," Allison answered and was about to lead the way but froze when they heard loud thuds coming from the ceiling over head. She grabbed onto her sister's hand and shouted, "Run!"

The entire group started running up the nearby set of stairs just as the Alpha fell through the ceiling and took off after them, but none got a clear view.

The group ran into the cafeteria and latched the double doors before starting to pile everything in front of the doors. Stiles and Haven saw the ridiculousness of this because of the wall of windows behind them, but everyone else was freaking and more focused on blocking the doors.

Since Stiles was having zero luck in getting their attention, Haven shouted "Scott, Alli!" When they stopped to look at her, she and Stiles both gestured to the 'wall of glass' behind them. "What about the twenty foot all of windows?" Now the others realized their error in thinking.

"Will someone please tell us what is going on!" Lydia cried out because she was feeling scared to death about this whole ordeal.

Allison took the lead on this. "Someone killed the night janitor."

Jackson stammered, "Wh – what? There was no mountain lion was there? Was this town being attacked by a psycho serial killer or something?!" Whether he wanted to or not, he was also freaking out.

"Who was it? Who killed the janitor?" Lydia asked, looking at the three who had previously been there.

Allison was trying to come up with an answer to this, but Scott beat her to it. Out of desperation, and since he believed him to be dead, he said "It was Derek."

Haven and Stiles both looked at him with a 'what the hell was that' look on their face.

Jackson didn't seem to believe it. "Derek killed the janitor?"

"I saw it," Scott replied to affirm his words. "Derek killed them – all of them. Starting with his own sister."

Allison knew that Derek wasn't the Alpha but damn, she had to give Scott props for coming up with this so quickly.

"He's in here with us and if we don't get out of here now, he's going to kill us too." Scott couldn't make that any more clearer and throughout all of this all Haven could think of was that he was so going to regret that accusation later.

"Call the cops," Jackson suggested, thinking that was the most obvious solution.

"No," Stiles, Haven, and Allison all said in almost perfect unison.

Jackson scoffed heavily. "Wh – what do you mean 'no'?"

"We mean no. You wanna hear it in Spanish?" With a horrible Spanish accent, Stiles said "No."

Haven interjected in this moment, and while she didn't like it...she said it. "Look, Derek killed at least three people, alright? Who knows what he could be armed with."

"Stiles' dad is armed with an entire Sheriff's department!" Jackson retorted. "Call him."

"I'm calling," Lydia informed them, not caring that they didn't want to. She tried to tell the woman what was going on but she didn't get very far before the call ended. "She...she hung up on me."

"The police hung up on you?" Jackson couldn't believe that.

Lydia was terrified. "She...she said they got a tip about prank calls of a break in at the high school. She said if I called again that they were going to trace it and have me arrested."

Scott looked at Allison in question, but she shook her head to let him know it wasn't her.

"Then call again!" Jackson urged her.

"They won't trace a cell," Stiles explained. "And they'll send a car to your house before they even bother sending one here.

"Why does Derek want to kill us?!" Lydia cried out because it didn't make any sense.

"It doesn't matter," Allison chimed in. "We just need to calm down and figure out a way to get out of this." On that note, Allison went over to Haven and pulled her aside as Stiles did the same to Scott. "Did you see Derek kill anyone?" she asked her sister in hushed tones.

Haven shook her head. "No, but Scott says he did and I trust Scott."

Allison crossed her arms and nodded in an 'okay' manner before going over to Scott. "What's the plan here, Scott?"

"Are you going to call your dad?" Stiles asked Allison, wondering if that's where her mind was going.

Allison let out a breath. "I have half a mind too. Unless you have another plan?" Both she and Stiles looked at Scott in question.

"I don't know!" Scott exclaimed, thought it was hushed. "I'm still trying to figure out why we're still alive. It's like the thing is cornering us or something. Derek said the Alpha wants revenge."

"For what?" Stiles asked since he was not really sure.

Scott looked from Haven who was standing with Jackson and Lydia, to Allison who was standing with them. "Your family."

Allison wasn't expecting that. "If that's the case we are so not calling my dad, but why..." She wasn't able to say anything further thanks to Jackson.

"Okay, how about this plan! Stiles calls his useless dad and tells him to send someone down here with a gun and decent aim." Jackson was definitely in jackass mode and he didn't care. "Everyone all right with that?"

Stiles was really reluctant to do this.

Allison turned Stiles to face her and said, "Call him Stiles. I don't care if you have to tell him the truth, just call him...please." She looked at him pleadingly. Yeah, she knew she shouldn't ask him to send his father in the line of fire when she wasn't about to risk her own, but she did it anyway. "Stiles..please."

Stiles shook his head in a 'no way' manner. "You're not willing to risk your dad getting eaten – well neither am I."

When it was evident that Stiles wasn't going to make the call, Jackson acted. "Then give me the damn phone." He was about to take it away from Stiles, but Stiles wasn't going to give it up and punched Jackson in the jaw so hard that he dropped.

"Everyone needs to cool the hell down!" Haven shouted and went to check on Jackson because that was one hell of a punch.

Allison looked at Stiles with pleading eyes once again and he finally gave in. He pulled his phone from his pocket and called his father. "Hey dad, it's me...and it's your voicemail. Look I need you to call be back now. Like right now..."

There were more interruptions that night mid sentences than any other night in existence, Haven would swear because before Stiles could finish his, there was a loud pounding at the barricaded door. That didn't stop him from finishing though. "We're at the school, dad. We're at the school."

The group started to back away from the doors as much as possible as the doors were literally being busted off their hinges.

"The kitchen. The door through the kitchen leads to the stairwell," Stiles informed them but Scott countered with "Those stairs only go up!"

"Up is better than here," Haven stated and after another loud bang from the doors everyone else seemed to agree which led to even more running. This time they ran through the kitchen, out the door, and up the stairs. Once they made it to the hallway they checked the doors they passed in case any were unlocked and thankfully one was – the chemistry classroom.

When they were all inside, Scott closed the door and jammed a stool under the door handle to jam it. (Like that would actually do anything but at least it was something. The Argent girls gave him a bit of credit for that)

They all kept quiet as they heard something approaching and thankfully it passed them. Once it was gone, Scott asked, "Jackson, how many people can fit in your car."

"Five if someone squeezes on someone's lap," Jackson instantly answered.

"Five?" Allison said to him like he was nuts. "I barely fit in the back!"

Stiles mildly scoffed. "It doesn't matter. No one's getting out without drawing attention."

"What about this?" Scott asked as he led Stiles over to the roof exit. "This leads to the roof. We can get up and climb down the fire escape in seconds."

Haven, who heard this as she approached, pointed to the lock. "That's a deadbolt."

Scott sighed and thought for a moment. "The janitor has a key."

"You mean his body has it," Stiles corrected.

"Has what?" Allison asked as she joined them because she was not about to be out of the loop anymore. Especially not where Haven was concerned.

"The key. I can get it from the janitor," Scott replied, thinking that it was the best chance they had. "I can find him."

"Scott, that is an incredibly terrible idea!" Haven exclaimed in hushed tones. "Please tell me there's a Plan B."

Scott shook his head. "No Plan B. I'm getting the key." He started to walk away from them and Allison followed, asking "And how do you intend to do that?"

"I can find him by scent – by blood," Scott replied and Allison didn't inquire any further.

Haven couldn't do this anymore, act like she knew nothing. She went over to Scott and said, "That thing is way bigger and stronger than you, Scott. You cannot take him on your own, you know this."

Allison looked at Haven in shock and was trying to get the words out but Haven said, "Don't look so surprised Alli, I've known for awhile."

"What is going on over here?" Lydia asked as she and Jackson joined the little group.

"This nutter butter wants to go out there to find the key to the roof – unarmed," Haven informed them.

Allison did have her gun on her, but she wasn't about to give that to Scott. Giving him a firearm was probably just as dangerous as running into the Alpha.

"He doesn't have to be," Lydia answered and cocked her head towards the chemical cabinet.

Stiles looked over to it then asked indignantly, "What is he going to do? Throw acid at it?"

Haven had no idea what those chemicals actually did, but she said "Everything we need to make self igniting Molotov Cocktails are in there." She turned to Lydia and asked, "Right?"

Lydia nodded a bit with pride. "Exactly."

The others looked at Lydia in surprise which made her say, "What? I read it somewhere."

"More like you're a genius and refuse to admit," Haven retorted with yet another one of her feelings.

Stiles sighed and gestured to the cabinet. "We don't have a key for that either."

Haven shrugged and went over to it, prepared to break the glass, but Jackson stopped her and said "Allow me." He bent his elbow and broke through the glass with one shot. Now they were ready to get cooking.

After retrieving everything she needed, Lydia went right away with mixing. She looked like a pro and it just affirmed Haven's feeling that Lydia was a hell of a lot smarter than she let on. Lydia poured some powder into the beaker then said, "Jackson, hand me the sulfuric acid."

Jackson looked at the two bottles in front of him but had no idea which was which, but handed her one anyway. Lydia accepted it, finished measuring and mixing, then placed a cork on top. As she handed it out to Scott, she said, "Here you go."

Scott took it as Haven started to object. "No, no, no. I don't like this, not one bit. I'm going with you."

Allison was about to tell her 'hell no' but Scott beat her to it by saying, "No, you're not. I got this, Haven. Okay? I'm going to be okay and you're going to be okay. You can handle this."

Haven really wanted to believe him but she wasn't so sure. Suddenly words popped into her head and she came right out with them, "We're just a bunch of teenagers, we can't handle this!" Somehow she felt like she heard Allison say those words before but couldn't place where or when.

Scott looked at her, almost regrettably, and headed for the door. Haven grabbed onto his arm and pleaded, "Scott, please, there has to be another way. Please don't go out there...please don't leave me behind."

Scott eyes were filled with apologies as he looked into hers. Finally he had to pull himself away and said to Stiles, "Lock it behind me," before heading out the door.

Haven tried to follow but Allison held her back as Scott left and Stiles relocked the door. Haven pulled herself from her sister's grasp and practically seethed at her, "You should have gone with him. You should have done something!" When Allison reached out for her, she recoiled from the touch and walked as far away from her twin as possible.

Allison wasn't going to stand for this. She went after her sister and pulled her into a corner. "I should do something? What? Call dad and have him eradicate the thing and Scott? Go along with him with only a small caliber weapon in my belt? What, Haven? What exactly would you like me to do?"

Haven wasn't sure and she crossed her arms to emphasize this.

Allison sighed and asked the question that was nagging at her. "How long have you known?"

"Before Aunt Kate showed up," Haven replied then added with snark, "Thanks for the heads up."

Allison let Haven walk away this time because this wasn't the time or the place to get into this. Now that she knew Haven knew...Allison had no idea what she was going to do about it and how the hell she was going to make up for keeping her in the dark.

Stiles went over to Allison to check in. "Doing alright?"

A mixture of a scoff and a sigh escaped Allison's lips as she gestured towards Haven. "I don't think she's gonna forgive me for this. She feels betrayed, I can tell."

Stiles looked over at Haven for a moment before saying, "I meant – are you doing alright?"

Allison leaned back against the table and gripped it with her hands. "This is what my family does, Stiles. I've been trained in this since I was fourteen and what am I? Unprepared among so many other things, so no, Stiles. I'm not doing alright. I'm a failure." Allison didn't want to talk about anything anymore so she walked away to emphasize this.

Stiles took the hint and just let her go.

Scott had been gone for a little while now and Haven was biting her nails as she paced back and forth. Jackson seemed worried about her and said, "Everything's going to be okay, Haven. It's going to be okay."

"I know that," Haven replied as she stopped pacing for a moment. "I have to stop watching horror movies because I'm having so much dejavu it's not even funny." Something clicked inside her at that moment as her eyes looked over to the counter where the chemicals were. "Jackson...you gave Lydia sulfuric acid, right?"

Jackson had no idea where they question came from and he answered defensively, "I gave her what she asked for."

Haven, once again, just knew. "No...no you didn't." Without word or warning Haven darted for the door and managed to get the stool away and door unlocked before anyone even realized what she was doing.

"Haven!" Allison called out and started off after her sister. She stopped for a moment to look at Stiles and said firmly, "You all stay here," before catching up with Haven. "What are you doing?!" Allison shouted at her when she grabbed hold of Haven's arm.

Haven yanked her arm back and said, "I'm going to help him! Please trust me, Allison. I know it's not going to ignite. Okay? I know!"

"This is crazy, Haven! Jackson gave her the sulfuric acid. It's going to be fine." Allison really wanted her sister to get her ass back into that classroom.

"It may be fine eventually, but not yet." Haven started off down the hall again and froze when a very loud growling howl echoed through the school. This sound made her look back at Allison with an 'I told you so' look on her face.

Allison grumbled and pulled the gun from the back of her belt. "I'm coming with you but we tell no one in our family that you know. I am not getting my head ripped off for this."

Haven gave her sis a a sarcastic two thumbs up and was about to keep going when Allison asked her, "You got a weapon or anything on you?" Haven looked in her bag once more and listed, "Just a couple books and a weird jewelry chain Grandpa sent me as a birthday present."

That caught Allison attention. "Let me see the chain." When Haven handed it to her, Allison laughed. "It's a chain whip, Haven – not jewelry. Seems like Dad, Aunt Kate, and I aren't the only ones wanting you in on the family secret" She then handed it back to her sister.

"Not so much of a secret anymore," Haven replied then looked at the chain in her hand – really looked at it for the first time, and it clicked. "So much for being unarmed then," she commented as they continued down the hall.

"It's not much of a weapon, Haven. Especially against an Alpha," Allison countered and received a scoff from Haven along with her saying, "You haven't seen what I can do with a whip."

Allison thought she knew what Haven was talking about and guessed, "Ribbon dancing?"

Haven nodded. "Ribbon dancing."

The twins rounded the corner and found Scott standing there, completely wolfed out, with a look to kill on his face. Allison instantly raised her gun and Haven just as quickly stepped in the line of fire. "No!" Haven shouted. "Alli...no." Haven turned around to face Scott and slowly walked towards him. "Scott...it's me. It's Haven...Scott?"

Scott looked at her and growled. When she was close enough, he raised his claw to attack but stopped when she whispered, "Pen Boy?" Those words resonated within him and he saw her. Images of their relationship so far flashed in his mind, making him retreat and run in the opposite direction.

Haven was about to run after him but Allison once more stopped her. "Haven, don't," she practically ordered. Haven wanted to go after Scott but maybe Allison was right this time. That pang of something inside her – perhaps it was mistrust – made her turn around and go back to the classroom with Allison as the faint sound of sirens reached their ears.

When they were finally able to leave, Allison walked with her arm around Haven as they waited in the parking lot for their father. They agreed to not let their family in on what had happened there, along with not letting them know that Haven knew everything. Allison also swore that she'd do her best to keep their dad off Scott's trail. The last thing Allison wanted to do was that, but she could see how much Haven cared about him and she did not want to cause her sister pain.

The girls turned around when they heard Scott call out for Haven. Haven looked at her sister and said, "It's okay, I'll just be a minute."

Allison sighed but walked away a bit to give them some space.

Haven took a deep breath and crossed her arms when Scott came over and asked, "Are you alright?" She let a moment pass before answering, "My dad is on his way. Don't worry, we're not going to tell him anything."

"Is there anything I can do, Haven? Want me to come with you? Anything?" Scott needed to make up for what almost happened in there.

"No there isn't and no, I don't," Haven replied, looking to the ground as opposed to him. When she finally gathered up the courage, she looked at him and asked, "If it didn't click or whatever happened, that I was me...would you have killed me?" She scoffed and crossed her arms tighter when he kept on stammering without really saying anything. "Nevermind." Haven wanted an answer, not whatever the hell he was doing.

"Haven, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you, I promise. After I make sure my mom's okay I'll give you a call and..." The trend continued and his sentence was cut short by Haven.

"Don't," she said with tears in her eyes and her voice almost breaking. "Don't call. I...I can't do this, Scott. Not right now. I thought I could but...I need to figure things out first. I care about you so much but...but I can't go through another night like this one. I'm sorry." Haven kissed Scott's cheek and tightly closed her eyes before moving away and going back over to Allison.

Scott stood there frozen because of what just happened and all he could do was let her walk away...

End Episode 7

A/N: I honestly wasn't sure when I was going to update this fic but after receiving quite a few messages inquiring about an update, I buckled down and got it done. Hope you like it!