The air in Beacon Hills felt thick with anticipation. The lunar eclipse loomed closer, and with it, the pressure to stop the Alphas' ritual. Camila stood in the backyard of the Argent house, her bow in hand, her arms trembling slightly as she aimed at the target Chris had set up for her.
"Steady," Chris called from behind her, his voice calm but firm. "Breathe before you release."
Camila exhaled slowly, her fingers releasing the string. The arrow shot forward, landing just shy of the bullseye. She let out a frustrated sigh, lowering her bow.
"You're improving," Chris said, walking over to her. "But you're too tense. You need to trust yourself."
"It's hard to trust myself when I feel like I'm falling apart," Camila admitted, her voice soft.
Chris placed a hand on her shoulder, his expression uncharacteristically gentle. "You're stronger than you think, Camila. And you're not doing this alone."
She nodded, though the weight in her chest didn't feel any lighter. The pressure of the upcoming battle, of knowing the Alphas needed her to complete their ritual, was suffocating.
Later that afternoon, the group gathered at the Stilinski house, the living room packed with maps, notes, and equipment. Derek leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, while Scott paced near the coffee table. Stiles sat beside Camila on the couch, his knee bouncing anxiously.
"So, let's go over this one more time," Derek said, his voice steady. "The Alphas will be at the ritual site during the eclipse. We need to hit them hard and fast."
"We split into two groups," Scott said, pointing to the map spread out on the table. "One group distracts the Alphas, keeps them busy. The other destroys the site."
"And I'm in the second group," Camila said, her voice firm. "If they need me for the ritual, then I need to be there to stop it."
"Which is exactly why you shouldn't be there," Stiles said, his tone sharp. "It's too dangerous."
"I don't have a choice," Camila replied, meeting his gaze. "This is my fight, Stiles. I have to do this."
Stiles clenched his jaw, his hands tightening into fists. "I just don't want to lose you."
"You won't," she said softly, placing a hand on his. "But I need to see this through."
The room fell silent, the gravity of the situation weighing on everyone.
"All right," Derek said finally. "We move tomorrow night. Be ready."
That evening, Camila sat on the roof of the Argent house, the cool breeze brushing against her skin as she stared up at the stars. Her thoughts were a tangled mess, the fear and uncertainty threatening to overwhelm her. She didn't hear the footsteps behind her until Stiles sat down beside her, his usual nervous energy replaced by a quiet stillness.
"Figured I'd find you up here," he said, leaning back on his hands.
"It's peaceful," she said softly. "Helps me think."
Stiles nodded, his gaze fixed on the sky. "You've been thinking a lot lately."
Camila smiled faintly. "Kind of hard not to when the fate of the world is at stake."
He chuckled, though it lacked his usual humor. "Yeah, no pressure or anything."
They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of their unspoken fears hanging between them.
"Stiles," Camila said, her voice trembling slightly. "If something happens tomorrow—"
"Don't," he interrupted, turning to face her. "Don't even go there."
She looked at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I just… I need you to know how much you mean to me. You've been my rock through all of this, and I don't think I would've made it this far without you."
His breath hitched, and he reached out, brushing a tear from her cheek. "Cami, you're not going anywhere. Do you hear me? We're going to get through this. Together."
She nodded, though her heart still ached with the fear of what was to come. Stiles leaned closer, his forehead resting against hers.
"I'm not losing you," he whispered, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "Not now, not ever."
Camila closed her eyes, letting his words wash over her. In that moment, she felt a flicker of hope—fragile but real—and she held onto it as tightly as she could.
The night before the battle passed in restless anticipation. As dawn broke over Beacon Hills, the pack prepared for the fight ahead, their determination outweighing their fear. And as Camila stood with her friends, her family, she knew one thing for certain: no matter what happened, they would face it together.
The clearing was eerily quiet, the heavy tension in the air broken only by the distant rustle of leaves in the breeze. The ritual site loomed ahead, its stone circle glowing faintly as the lunar eclipse began. Camila's chest tightened as she stepped into the clearing, flanked by Scott and Allison. Stiles, Derek, and Lydia remained hidden in the trees, their eyes scanning the shadows for movement.
"This is it," Scott said, his voice low. "We stop them here."
The glow from the stones intensified as the pack spread out, and before anyone could speak, the Alphas emerged from the darkness. Their leader, towering and menacing, stepped forward, his red eyes locking onto Camila.
"You're brave to come here," the Alpha said, his voice a low growl. "But bravery won't save you."
"We're not afraid of you," Scott replied, stepping in front of Camila.
The Alpha smirked. "You should be."
With a deafening roar, the fight erupted.
The clearing turned into chaos. Scott shifted into his wolf form, launching himself at the Alpha leader, their snarls and growls filling the air. Derek joined the fray, taking on two other Alphas with ruthless precision. Lydia stayed back, her hands pressed to her temples as she tried to focus on the voices that only she could hear.
Camila and Allison fought side by side, their movements synchronized as they held off another Alpha. Allison's crossbow fired with deadly accuracy, while Camila used her hunter training to keep them both alive.
"Watch your left!" Allison shouted, and Camila ducked just in time to avoid a swipe from the Alpha's claws.
"Thanks!" Camila called, slashing at the Alpha's leg with her knife.
But even as they fought, the ritual site pulsed with energy. The faint glow grew brighter, and Camila felt a pull deep in her chest, as if the site itself was calling to her.
"They're activating it," she said, her voice trembling. "We have to stop them!"
Scott and the Alpha leader collided again, their growls echoing through the clearing. But as the eclipse reached its peak, Scott faltered, his strength draining from him. The Alpha took advantage, slamming him to the ground.
"You're nothing without your power," the Alpha snarled, his claws poised to strike.
"Scott!" Camila screamed, her legs carrying her toward him without thinking.
But before she could reach him, Allison stepped in, her crossbow raised.
"Get away from him!" she shouted, firing a bolt that struck the Alpha in the shoulder.
The Alpha turned, his red eyes narrowing as he lunged toward her. Camila froze, her heart dropping as the scene unfolded in slow motion.
"Allison, no!"
The Alpha's claws slashed through the air, and Allison cried out as she fell to the ground.
"No!" Scott roared, his strength returning in a surge of rage. He tackled the Alpha, his claws sinking into the creature's chest as he let out a guttural snarl.
Camila ran to Allison's side, dropping to her knees. Blood stained her sister's shirt, spreading rapidly as her breathing grew shallow.
"Allison," Camila whispered, tears streaming down her face. "You're going to be okay. Just hold on."
Allison's eyes fluttered open, and she managed a small, pained smile. "Cami…"
"Don't talk," Camila said, her voice breaking. "You're going to be fine. We'll get you help."
"It's okay," Allison said softly, her hand reaching up to touch Camila's cheek. "You're strong… just like Mom always said."
Camila's sobs shook her body as she held Allison's hand. "Please don't leave me."
"I'm proud of you," Allison whispered, her voice fading. "Always."
Her eyes closed, and her hand went limp.
"No!" Camila cried, clutching her sister's lifeless body.
The battle ended moments later, the remaining Alphas retreating as Scott and Derek overwhelmed their leader. The pack regrouped, their faces pale and stricken as they gathered around Camila and Allison.
Scott dropped to his knees beside Camila, his shoulders shaking as tears streamed down his face. "Allison… no…"
Stiles stood frozen, his hands trembling as he stared at the scene before him. Lydia let out a heart-wrenching scream, collapsing to the ground as Derek tried to steady her.
"She saved me," Scott choked out, his voice barely audible. "She saved all of us."
Camila looked up, her tear-streaked face filled with anguish. "She shouldn't have had to. It should've been me."
"No," Stiles said, kneeling beside her. "Don't you dare say that, Cami. Allison made her choice, and she wouldn't want you to blame yourself."
Camila shook her head, her heart breaking under the weight of her grief. "I can't do this without her."
"Yes, you can," Stiles said, his voice trembling but firm. "Because that's what she'd want. And you're not alone. You have us. You have me."
Scott placed a hand on Camila's shoulder, his own tears falling freely. "We'll get through this, together. For Allison."
The pack stood in silence, their grief heavy in the air as the eclipse faded and the first rays of dawn broke through the trees.
Beacon Hills would never be the same, but they knew one thing: they would honor Allison's sacrifice by fighting for the future she believed in.