"Mom...Dad...say something...please." Haven looked at her parents pleadingly after she told them what happened between her and Derek – That he had bitten her. Hell, she'd even take something from the silent Allison at this point. Haven knew that telling them was going to be a bad idea but she couldn't keep it from them, she just couldn't.

Scott wanted to go with her when she told them, but she refused. The last thing she wanted was for him to get caught in the crossfire. Haven knew that she'd likely lose her family over this but she had a sliver of hope that gave her the strength to tell them.

After a long bout of silence, Victoria broke it by shouting, "How could you have been so stupid! I knew you should have never been a part of this! You were never capable of dealing with this world!"

Chris was trying to keep himself calm as well his wife. "Victoria, please..."

Victoria answered by going into the kitchen and coming back with a knife. "You know what has to be done."

Haven gasped and sprang to her feet as Allison moved in front of her.

"Mom! You can't be serious! This is Haven we're talking about!" Allison knew what her mother wanted them to do but she couldn't allow it.

Haven looked at her mother with tear filled eyes spoke with a breaking voice, "Mom?"

Chris went over to Victoria and took the knife away as he calmly said, "I will deal with this."

Victoria looked at Haven in a way that made it clear she wasn't her daughter anymore before storming out of the room.

"Dad, I'm not going to let you kill her," Allison was very firm about this. Yes, she knew that Haven was meant to take her own life but with how her mother was reacting, Allison was going to cover all the bases.

"Kill me?! Are you being serious right now! You and Mom want to kill me?!" Haven knew that telling her parents what happened was going to be hell but she never thought they'd try to send her to it.

"You're supposed to take your own own life. It's the Code," Chris regrettably replied but set the knife down. "I'm not going to kill you Haven. And I'm not going to make you do it yourself, but you can't be a part of this family anymore."

"Dad, please," Allison pleaded. "There has to be more of an exception here. Come on!" She knew that her father was already doing a lot by sparing her, but there had to be more they could do.

Chris looked right at Haven and made his words very clear, "You are no longer welcome in this home – in this family. You are to leave here and never come back."

"Dad..." Haven tried to talk to him but he wouldn't have any of it.

Chris shouted at her to make his now werewolf daughter to make her understand. "Get out, Haven, before I have to do something I will regret!"

Haven couldn't believe this was happening but it had and there was nothing she could do about it. She should have known better.

After Haven left the house with a slamming door in her wake, Allison tried to follow but Chris stopped her.

"You can't have anything to do with her anymore, Allison." Chris couldn't make this any clearer.

"She's my sister, my twin. You expect me to just forget about her? I don't care what she is now." Allison made that as clear as she could herself.

"Haven is safer outside of this family now, and you know it." Chris didn't want to any harm to come to Haven but there was the Code and he was already breaking it by letting Haven live.

Allison didn't want that to be true...but he was right. If they tried to keep Haven's Bite a secret from the family, she would be killed the they would be severely punished. Even so...there was no way she could keep Haven out of her life. Werewolf or not, they were sisters. Always.

The events of that night went through each of the girls' minds as Haven practically leaped through the window in Allison's room. "How long are they going to be gone?" Haven asked once she made entry.

"An hour," Allison replied then hugged her sister as tight as she could. "I'm so sorry."

Haven hugged her back and tried to keep her tears at bay. "Me too, Alli. Me too."

Allison pulled back and smiled at her sister. "You find a place okay? I mean, you're safe, right?"

"Stiles has been letting me crash at his house," Haven replied as she sat on Allison's bed. "So, yeah, I'm safe...for now."

"Derek won't come for you if he knows what's good for him." Allison had her kill voice on, something Haven noticed right off the bat.

"Don't make the same mistake I did, Alli." Haven looked to the floor and sighed. "I thought I could take him too."

Allison sat next to her sister and wrapped her arm around her. "Is Scott teaching you? He is going to teach you, right?"

Haven looked at her sister in a 'you really asking me that' way before standing up and pointing towards the window. "I got here, didn't I?"

Allison laughed and stood up as well. "Touche." She moved away from her bed a little and waved her hands towards herself in a 'come and get me' way. "Let's see what kicks in, shall we?"

"You sure you want to do this? Scott warned me that I could...wolf out," Haven replied, not wanting to do that with Allison around.

"I think I can handle myself," Allison answered with a smirk. "Let's do this."

The girls took their boxing positions and were about to practice sparring when suddenly Haven's hearing kicked in. She made an 'ow!' face as she brought her hands to her ears. "Has Dad gotten the brakes fixed on the car yet or do they still squeak?"

"Still squeak," Allison replied as she lowered her hands. "Why?"

Haven gulped a bit. "Because they're home early." Before another word could be said, Haven darted out the window.

Haven made it out just in time because moments later, Victoria came into the room. Allison looked up from her book on the bed and said, "If you don't trust me enough to let me have a lock on my door, the least you could do was knock."

"Am I interrupting something?" Victoria asked in reply.

"Just my studying, my happiness, my life with my sister." Allison didn't hold back with her comments.

"Haven is not your sister," Victoria answered firmly, "Not anymore." To change the subject, she lifted a garment bag and said, "I picked up your dress for the funeral tomorrow."

Allison kept sticking up for her sister. "Are you at least going to let Haven go? She deserves at least that much."

"Haven has gotten more than she deserved already," Victoria shot back. "She made her choices and if she has gotten any smarter since the last time she was here, then she'll stay away. This family won't be so lenient on her next time. Understood?"

Allison didn't answer that one way or the other. "We done now?"

Victoria answered that by setting the dress in the bed, checking Allison's closet and the roof outside her window. Not seeing anyone or anything in either place, she closed the window and turned to her daughter. "Now we're done."

Before Victoria checked the roof right outside the window, Haven had been standing just out of sight and she had heard every word her mother said. Suffice to say...it broke her already broken heart.

Her thoughts about this didn't last too long when her hearing kicked in once more and she heard a distant scream. Haven firmly pressed her hands against her ears because to her the sound was so loud she thought her eardrums were going to burst.

When Haven's hearing returned to normal, she turned the way the scream had come from and thought aloud the first things that came to her mind as she made her way across the rooftop, "I really got to get my hearing under control. That was so loud it sounded like a freaking banshee."

Allison heard what happened to Lydia – that she had disappeared out of her hospital room and was nowhere to be found – and she wasn't the only Argent who had heard the news. Her father and others were going out on a hunting party – one that Allison was not privy to attend. Even so, she wasn't going to let anyone hurt her friend so she met up with Stiles and put together a plan.

"We can't let them find her," Allison said as they walked down the hall of the hospital together.

"We'll find her first, don't worry," Stiles replied as he held up Lydia's hospital gown.

Allison looked at him with a raised brow. "What do you intend to do with that? Give it to the hounds?"

"Something like that," Stiles replied as they walked through the hospital's exit to the parking lot. "I called in reinforcements."

Allison knew exactly what Stiles meant when she saw Haven and Scott inside Stiles' Jeep. "I should have known," she said with a smile and followed Stiles to his car.

"What are you doing here?" Haven asked her sister as she leaned forward into the front seat so she could talk to her. "Someone is going to see us together."

"I don't care," Allison replied. "Lydia is my friend and I'm not going to let Dad's hunting party get to her. Just as I would never let them get to you."

Haven shared a look with Scott and Stiles before she said, "Get in."

Scott moved so Allison could get in the back with Haven and they were soon on their way. As soon as Scott got Lydia's scent, he stuck his head out the window to track her.

As Stiles drove he said, "He really wouldn't kill her right? Even if she is turning?"

"The hunters would kill Haven the first legitimate chance they get," Allison mildly shot back, "So you tell me."

Stiles sighed heavily and rubbed his forehead. "Your family is messed up."

"Still want to go on that date?" Allison asked with a 'you knew what you were getting yourself into' smile present on her face.

"Wait, you asking me to the movies was a date?" Stiles sounded very surprised to hear it. "How did I miss that?"

Haven looked between Stiles and Allison and almost couldn't believe her ears. "You...her...what?"

Allison completely changed the subject when she looked at her sister. "You can't come to the funeral, Haven. If they see you there they'll do worse than simply excommunicate you."

"Sorry to interrupt," Scott called out with his head still stuck out the window, "but take the next right."

Scott followed Lydia's scent and that brought them to the Hale House. Stiles and Allison took the lead while Scott hung back with Haven to make sure she was alright. "You okay?"

Haven clenched her fists and shook her head. "No, I am not okay. Nothing about this is okay!" Her anger was taking over, making her eyes turn ice blue before she punched a tree with her clawed fist and shattered some of the tree's bark.

Scott was a little surprised to see her eyes turn blue where his were golden, but Derek had blue eyes so it just must be a random werewolf thing. At least that's what he thought in the moment because it wasn't really important – Getting Haven under control was.

"Haven...Haven," Scott turned her to face him. "Breathe, okay? Just breathe. Focus on the sound of my voice, my heartbeat, and breathe."

Haven did as he told her and soon her claws retracted and her eyes returned to normal. A bit breathlessly she asked, "Have I mentioned how much I already hate this werewolf thing?"

"Only about a million times," he replied with a smile before kissing her forehead softly. "But you'll survive it."

Haven believed his words and with a steadying breath, she went with him to follow the others.

"Are you okay?" Allison asked her sister when she and Scott joined them.

Haven looked at Scott with a little smile before answering, "I will be." She took the topic off herself and looked towards Derek's house, "If Lydia is here...she came on instinct, right?" Haven looked at Scott to answer, but Allison was the one who did.

"A wolf looking for its pack – it's Alpha." Allison crossed her arms a little. "Makes sense."

Haven looked to Scott because there was something she didn't understand. "But I don't feel that way."

"Could be because we're together," Scott answered, though he wasn't sure. "Two wolves close together might wave that instinct?"

"Hey guys," Stiles called out, "Look at this."

Allison went over to see what Stiles was investigating and saw the tripwire. "Stiles, don't touch that..." she warned, but it was too late – he tripped it.

Haven yelped a bit as the trap not only caught herself but Scott, each of them hanging upside down now.

"Hey, Stiles," Scott said as he looked over to them, "next time you see a tripwire...don't trip it."

Stiles and Allison turned around and saw Scott and Haven just hanging there. They couldn't help but chuckle a bit before going over to try and help them. They barely made it a few steps before Scott exclaimed, "Wait, wait, wait, wait," in rapid repetition. "Someone's coming."

Haven was in tune to that as well and waved her arms to shoo them away. "Go!"

Allison pulled Stiles along with her as they hurried up to hide. Not too long after they made it to their hiding place, Chris and a couple others approached.

Chris crouched down in front of the strung up pair. "Scott...Haven." He had to force his voice to keep from breaking when he said his daughter's name. It killed him seeing here there and it killed him even more knowing that she had become.

"Mr Argent," Scott greeted to which Haven added, "Father."

Chris forced himself to shoot Haven a 'you can't call me that' look before turning his attention back to Scott. "How are you doing?"

"Good," Scott replied, trying to keep as far away from any potential problems as possible. "You know, just hanging out." After a slight pause, he asked, "Are these yours? They're a nice design. Very constricting."

Chris ignored the levity and asked, "What are you doing out here?"

"We're looking for our friend," Haven answered while trying to keep herself calm but it was starting to become a losing battle.

Chris sighed. "Ah, that's right. Lydia's in your group now, isn't she? Part of the clique? Is that the word you use? Or is there another way to put it? Part of your pack?"

"Actually clique sounds about right to me," Scott retorted.

"I hope so," Chris replied. "Because I know she's a friend of Allison's, and I've already gone beyond my allotment for special circumstances with you and Haven. I will not allow another." He let that sink in before asking, "Scott, do you know what a hemicorporectomy is?"

Scott looked at Haven to see if she knew, but when she didn't react, he said with emphasis, "I have a feeling I don't want to."

Chris went on to explain, "It's a medical term for amputating somebody at the waist. Cutting them in half. It's takes a tremendous amount of strength to cut through tissue and bone like that." He went on to demonstrate on Scott where the amputation would take place on Scott's own body.

When Haven saw this, she had to close her eyes and clench her fists to try and keep herself calm, but when her father said, "Let's hope a real demonstration never becomes necessary," and walked away...she lost it. Haven completely wolfed out and without even knowing how she did it, she sliced through the wire and charged towards Chris.

The hunters, as well as Chris, drew their weapons but Haven didn't get very far before Scott got free and wrapped his arms around her, holding her back. "She didn't mean it," Scott told them, "She's still learning."

"Argent?" The hunters wanted a cue of what to do next.

Chris looked at the blue-eyed, snarling wolf in front of him and missed who she used to be; his little girl. "We're leaving," he told the others as he lowered his weapon, then pointed firmly in Scott. "You get her under control, Scott. We won't be so lenient next time." On that note, he and the others left.

Haven was still growling and trying to get from Scott's grip, but finally he was able to get through to her and she returned to normal.

"Oh god..." Haven exhaled in worry, "What did I do?"

"Nothing," Scott assured her as he loosened his grip. "I got to you before you could."

Haven looked at Scott in appreciation then turned to the others when they came over to them.

"Are you alright?" Allison asked in direction to her sister.

Haven replied to that question as best she could, "I'm working on it."

Scott placed his hand at the small of her back and guided her towards the Hale House because they had to see if she was there. Looking back to Stiles and Allison, he asked, "You coming?"

Allison and Stiles kicked into gear and went ahead with them.

Unfortunately, Lydia was nowhere to be found.

Stiles' dad had the night shift that night so Haven crashed on the Stilinski's couch. Haven tried to sleep but she kept tossing and turning in frustration. Finally she threw off the covers and went outside to get some air.

As soon as she stepped out onto the front porch, she ran a hand through her blonde hair and looked up at the sky with a sigh. Haven couldn't explain it, but she felt an odd feeling inside her – almost as if she felt complete. It was like deep down she knew there was always supposed to be more to herself and now there was. Haven was a werewolf – a freaking werewolf. That was certainly more than being human.

Haven took a seat on the porch step and leaned her head against the siding. Within seconds she was asleep and when she awoke, it was early morning she found herself in the graveyard and had no idea how she got there. She looked around and slowly got to her feet as she leaned against the large angel statue headstone for support.

Haven was just about to try and make a getaway but she froze in place when a teenage boy she recognized from school stopped about ten feet away from her. "You the girl the cops are looking for?" he asked.

She just stared at him blankly for a moment before shaking her head 'no'.

He walked closer to her and placed his hand on his chest as he introduced himself. "I'm Isaac. Are you alright?"

Haven gulped a bit as she said, "I'll let you know," and without word nor warning, she took off running. She skidded to a stop when she came to the graveyard's entrance because Stiles' Jeep pulled up. (When Stiles woke up that morning and realized Haven was gone he called Scott and then they tracked her)

Scott quickly jumped out of the passenger side and went right over to her. He pulled off his jacket and wrapped it around her. "Come on, let's get out of here."

Haven slipped her arms through as she said, "No argument here." When she climbed into the Jeep beside Stiles, she kinda glared at him a bit. Yeah, she knew it wasn't his fault that she blacked out and did god knows what during that time, but she kinda blamed him a little for not realizing she was gone sooner.

"Have I said I'm sorry, yet?" Stiles asked as he put the car into gear. He was trying to get at least an amused look but didn't see one. "Sorry," he sincerely told her before driving off.

After Haven showered and changed, the three of them headed off to school. Stiles was telling them what he heard from his dad about what happened at the graveyard last night – That someone stole a body's liver.

When eyes turned to her she said with conviction, "That was not me."

"How do you know?" Stiles asked then when he received a glare from Haven and a look from Scott he quickly added in, "It's not like Scott remembered what he ate when he blacked out."

"I know it wasn't me because I didn't have anything under my nails," Haven raised them in emphasis even though they'd been washed since then. "If I dug up someone's grave, I think I'd have at least gotten some dirt under them." To slightly change subjects she said, "It could have been Lydia. Ever think of that? Maybe Lydia's presence is what drew me there in the first place."

Scott thought it over and figured it was plausible enough. "Makes sense."

Stiles stopped before they walked into the school's doors and said, "Okay, well, Scott, what were you drawn to when you were turning?"

Scott didn't even need a second to answer. "Haven."

Haven looked at him in slight surprise. "Seriously?"

He looked at her with a smile. "Well, yeah. Nothing else mattered."

Haven had to look away because she actually thought she was blushing then said, "Who would Lydia be drawn to?"

That question's answer pulled into an open parking spot and got out of their Porsche. At almost the exact same time, the three of them said, "Jackson."

Haven let Scott and Stiles handle the whole Jackson thing while she did her best to keep in control during her classes. At one point though she just felt like she had to get out of there. Haven got a bathroom pass for a legitimate excuse and went that way.

As she walked down the hall, Jackson almost ran right into her. "Watch it," she snapped then saw something that looked black streaming down from his nose. "Holy crap, are you okay?"

Jackson didn't take the time to answer and ran to the bathroom, but Haven followed him right into the large stall. "Here," she said as she handed him a bunch of toilet paper but it just kept coming.

"I don't know what's happening," Jackson told her, sounding terrified.

"We'll get you checked out as soon as we get this under control, okay?" Haven kept handing him toilet paper but the black liquid was filling them up faster than she could hand them to him.

Suddenly there was a knock on the stall door. "I'm fine, Danny," Jackson called out. "Just go back to class." The knocking didn't stop so he shouted, "Just give me a freaking second!"

The flow finally slowed down and stopped so Jackson wiped himself up and flushed the toilet and all the blackness with it. Just as that happened, the door swung open and Derek reached in to pull Jackson out.

"You," Haven seethed as she followed. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Derek didn't answer and turned to Jackson. "You're looking a little pale there, you feeling alright?"

"Never better," Jackson lied.

Derek stepped closer to him. "If there's something wrong, I need to know about it. You're with me, now."

Haven looked at Jackson with wide eyes. "You didn't."

"I did," Jackson answered proudly then addressed Derek, "Just because you gave me 'the Bite' doesn't mean I'm a part of your little wolf pack now."

"Oh, really?" Derek asked, sounding a bit amused.

"I have my own agenda," Jackson continued, "And that doesn't including spending nights in the woods with you and McCall howling at the moon."

"You forgot someone," Derek said with a smirk. "Haven got the Bite too."

Jackson turned to look at her and suddenly his head was being turned by Derek towards the mirror because the black liquid was now coming from his ears.

"What is this?" Haven asked as she grabbed some paper towels.

Derek spoke to Jackson when he said, "Your body is fighting the Bite."

"Why?" Jackson asked desperately.

"I don't know," Derek replied, backing away. "I don't know."

"You don't get to walk away, Hale!" Haven shouted at him. "You did this, now fix it!" But Derek didn't stick around. Haven scoffed and went back to help Jackson.

Jackson looked at her as she wiped the black liquid away, asking, "He bit you too?"

"Yeah," Haven answered as she threw the sheet away and grabbed another, "difference is, I didn't want it."

Haven wanted to at least get a glimpse of Allison at school before they left for the day since they didn't have any classes together anymore. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out how that happened.

Haven walked down the hall to Allison's locker and heard some girl's talking about Kate and Allison, and could practically feel how Allison was reacting to it. That definitely hit a nerve with Haven so she walked over to the girls. "Hey!" she shouted at them and forcibly turned one around to face her. "You want to talk smack about my family, fine. Go right ahead. But the next time you do it around my sister you'll find out exactly why my psycho aunt used to call me her Mini-Me."

The girls looked terrified and hurried off before anything else could happen. Haven leaned against the lockers and dropped her face in her hands. She took a deep breath before looking up and finding Allison standing there.

"Don't lose your cool." Allison smiled softly and took her sister's hand. "I wish I could stay but I have to get to the funeral."

"I'm going," Haven suddenly said with conviction. "You won't see me, but I'll be there."

Allison didn't like the sound of that because it worried her to no end. "Haven, if anyone finds you there..."

"They won't," Haven assured as she gave Allison's hand a squeeze. "Later, Alli." Before another word could be exchanged, Haven headed down the hall. Yeah, Haven knew she should tell Scott about Jackson's Bite and how his body seemed to be fighting it but at that moment...she just had to get the hell out of there.

Haven hid behind a large angel statue in the cemetery as she watched the arrival of the funeral attendees. Among them were many photographers that weren't about to miss out on documenting this event. She noticed one of them went through the police barrier and started taking pictures then saw some old guy preventing them from doing so. Not just that, she saw the old guy break the camera's memory card in half.

"Who the hell is that?" she whispered to herself, not recognizing the man but her family seemed to. Her father called the man Gerard when they embraced, and Allison called him 'Grandpa' when they did. "Grandpa?" Haven couldn't recall ever seeing the man before in her life but there he was with the standing title.

Haven jumped about fifty feet when Stiles skidded over to her with the greeting of, "Yo." She glared at him, asking "What are you doing here?"

"Moral support," Stiles replied then waved his hand in the ceremony's direction, "Allison called me and asked me to keep an eye on you. I figured Scott would be here. Where is he?"

"I didn't ask him to come. Too risky," Haven answered truthfully then turned back to her apparent grandfather.

"Who's that?" Stiles asked and leaned closer but they both had to duck out of sight when Gerard looked over.

"Apparently we're related. According to Alli, he's 'Grandpa'." Haven scoffed and turned back to keep observing.

"Maybe they're part of the non-hunting side of the Argent family," Stiles was trying to be optimistic about it.

Haven looked at Stiles with a 'yeah, right' expression. "Based off my understanding, I was the only non-hunter in the family. If nothing else...they're reinforcements."

Before Stiles could say another word, he was suddenly being pulled up to his feet by the back of his shirt.

"Unbelievable," the Sheriff practically seethed when he looked at his son then turned his attention to Haven. "Shouldn't you be with your family?"

Haven rose to her feet and brushed off her knees. "Yes, but I'm not."

The Sheriff looked at her peculiarly. "If you're not going to join your family then I'm afraid you have to leave. Right along with my son." He proceeded to pull a stammering Stiles away.

Haven took the cue to leave. She pulled the hood of her jacket over her head in hopes that no one would notice her and left.

After the cemetery, Haven went to Scott's house because he was going to chain her up for her first full moon. This wasn't something she was looking forward to but knew it had to be done.

Haven sat on Scott's bed and was quiet the whole time he got the chains ready for her. Scott noticed this and asked, "Haven, are you alright?"

She was pulled from her thoughts and looked at him. A part of her wanted to tell him what was going on with Jackson but a bigger part of her told her not to – that it wasn't the right time. So instead she told him what else was bothering her. "I went to Kate's funeral. More like I hid at Kate's funeral. There were a lot of hunters there, Scott. The reinforcements are here."

Scott set the chains down and sat beside Haven, wrapping an arm around her. "It's going to be okay."

"How can you be so sure?" she asked, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Because I'm not going to let anything happen to you." Scott vowed this before lovingly kissing her lips. "I love you."

"I love you too," she whispered before hugging him tightly.

Just then Scott's phone rang and they pulled apart so Scott could see who it was. "It's Stiles," he stated before answering.

While Scott was talking to Stiles, Haven went over to radiator and took a seat. Thankfully Scott's mom had the night shift so she wouldn't be coming home to see this.

At the end of the call, Scott told Haven what happened. "An ambulance was attacked. A dead body was ripped apart."

"You think it's Lydia?" Haven had a gut feeling that it wasn't, but had no proof to back that up.

"Don't know who else it could be." Scott sighed and picked up the chains. "I really don't want to leave you alone your first full moon."

Haven smiled like it was no big deal. "Just double up. I'll be fine."

Scott looked doubtful for a moment but wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt. "Okay."

Haven held her hands out in front of her and let out a breath. "Let's get this over with."

The sun had set and the moon was rising. Haven didn't want to go through this alone but she finally convinced Scott to go and find Lydia. He was resistant even after he got her all chained up but she finally got him to go. Haven had Scott to help her through this where Lydia had no one. It didn't matter that Haven felt alone in that moment because she knew she truly wasn't.

Haven could feel the change coming over her. It felt different than when she wolfed out before. It felt far more forced and it wasn't pleasant. Haven cried out when it moved through her and finally it turned into a howl.

Having the chains around herself infuriated her to no end. Her anger seemed to give her an extra boost of strength because she snapped through the chains around her wrists then snapped the ones around her body. The binds around her legs and ankles weren't any more of a challenge and she soon made it through all those.

Haven got to her feet and snarled as she shook the loose chains off her body. With no other instinct or instruction in her mind she jumped out of the window and ran. That was all she wanted to do – run.

There was no destination in her mind as Haven's wolfed-out self ran through the forest. Even so, she seemed to know exactly where she was going. It was the strangest feeling – Haven felt like she knew where she had to be so that's where she ran.

Haven stopped running when she found Scott fighting with an unknown wolf in the forest. Her instinct to protect him kicked in so she attacked.

Haven lunged at the unknown wolf and pinned him to the ground before growling loudly in his face. Her ice blue eyes seemed to glow all the more as she did this.

The unknown wolf threw Haven off him then took off running. Haven was about to take off after him but she stopped when she heard Scott's voice.

"Haven!" Scott called out to her and that caught her attention. "How?"

Haven took in the sight of Scott and suddenly she felt in complete control as she returned to normal. Scott had...or maybe it was the love she felt for him had such an effect on her – kept her in control. Either way, Haven was completely herself now. "Stronger chains next time." Haven replied then took off running after the unknown wolf with Scott right behind her.

"Why are we chasing down this guy?" Haven asked as they ran, quickly closing in on the other wolf's location.

"He was the one who attacked the ambulance, not Lydia," Scott answered before flipping over some rocks.

"I knew it," she said to herself and just when they were about to catch up to the other wolf, he hit one of the Argent's trip wires and got strung up by his hands. "Holy – ..." Haven caught her tongue and moved back a bit before she and Scott both tried to help the wolf.

They didn't get very far before Derek seemed to come out of nowhere, grabbed hold of both Haven and Scott, and dragged them away out of sight but within view of what was going on.

"What are you doing?!" Haven seethed as she tried to get out of Derek's grip.

"We can help him!" Scott added, trying to do the same.

"They're already here," Derek firmly told them. "And Haven, if you don't want me to find you next time, don't howl. Now both of you, keep quiet."

Haven's blue eyes glowed a bit as she glared at Derek and while he didn't show it – he sure as hell did not expect her eyes to be that color and it made him wonder what the hell did she do.

Before any more words could be exchanged, Chris, Gerard, and a group of other hunters seemed to have come out of the woodwork to go over to the unknown wolf. The wolf snarled and kicked as Chris walked around to inspect it. Finally, he pulled out a stun baton and electrically shocked the wolf back into human form.

Both Haven and Scott tried to break free of Derek's grasp when the wolf started to scream but they both failed.

Now that the wolf was in human form, Chris could question him. "Who are you?" When the question was answered with silence, he asked another. "What are you doing here?"

"Nothing," the wolf almost whimpered. "Nothing, I swear."

Chris didn't recognize the human side of the wolf, so he suspected, "You're not from here, are you?" He didn't appreciate being answered with silence another time, so he shouted, "Are you!"

"N – No.." the wolf stammered. "No, I came – I came looking for the Alpha. I heard he was here. That's all." Now he was trying to plead for his life. "Look, I didn't do anything. I didn't hurt anyone. No one living. He wasn't alive in the ambulance. He wasn't, I swear."

Gerard turned away from the wolf and addressed those present. "Gentlemen! Take a look at a rare sight." Looking to his son, he asked "Want to tell them what we've caught?"

"An Omega," he answered.

"The lone wolf!" Gerard called out. "Possibly kicked out of his own pack. Or the survivor of a pack that was hunted down. Maybe even murdered. And possibly alone by his own choice." A chuckle laced his words as he spoke, "Certainly not a wise choice." Gerard went over to a nearby boulder and unsheathed a large broadsword. When he returned to the wolf, he finished his thought, "Because, as I am about to demonstrate...An Omega rarely survives on his own." With one swift, strong swing Gerad cut the werewolf in half.

Haven gasped at the sight and had to look away – Scott too. Derek wasn't about to let them though. "Look, look at them!" he demanded of the betas. "You see what they do? This is why you two need me. Why we need each other. The only way to fight them is together."

Haven couldn't even speak after what she had just witnessed but Scott asked what they were both thinking, "What are they doing?"

Anger filled Derek's tone as he answered, "Declaring war."

Meanwhile, Chris went over to his father saying, "We have a Code."

"Not when they murder my daughter and turn my granddaughter." Gerard drove the sword into the ground and turned to face Chris and the others. "No Code. Not anymore. From now on, these things are just bodies waiting to be cut in half. Are you listening? Because I don't care if they're wounded and weak, or seemingly harmless...begging for their life with the promise that they will never, ever hurt anyone. Or some desperate, lost soul with no idea what they're getting into. Or if they were once our family. We find them. We kill them. We kill them all!"

End Season 2 Episode 1

A/N: Hey readers! Sorry for the wait for the start of Season 2. I hope it doesn't disappoint and y'all continue to read and enjoy what's in store. Thanks for reading!