"Allison!" I shout throughout the house as I scan every crack, every space, every possible place she could be. But the more I looked, the more it seemed she got farther away from me. I've looked everywhere, and I couldn't find her at all.

I groan as I run into her bedroom, scanning everything to get an idea where she could be. I had noticed downstairs that a couple of the guns and her bow was missing, but I had no clue where they could have gone at this hour of the night. It wasn't super late, but if they were out looking for Jackson, I knew they wouldn't go to the lacrosse field. They wouldn't make a scene that big.

But who were they after?

I thought of Derek just then, but I knew they were smarter than that. They knew that they wouldn't find Derek unless one of his pack members gave him up...which is something they'd never do; I knew that much for sure.

"Allison!" I scream again, this time anger behind my words. The more I looked around her room, the more memories it brought back. It reminded me of the first time we had met, the long conversations we had, and most importantly the time she let me believe that she actually cared for me. The night she asked me to stay with her in her room, I thought that was going to lead to something more between us, but I was wrong.

Suddenly, I felt the same as when my ex girlfriend had cheated on me.

I knew that it wasn't the same situation; Allison didn't cheat on me, and we weren't even together, but I felt as if I wasn't good enough. I was never enough for Caitlin, and now I wasn't enough to bring Allison back. I was never good enough for anyone.

I scream as I let all of my rage out, turning to the closest object next to me. The next thing I know, I'm grabbing one of Allison's picture frames, throwing it across the room without even thinking. The object shatters into pieces that spread out across the floor, but I didn't care. For the first time, I actually wished I had never met Allison.

As if my rage actually summoned Allison, I heard the door open downstairs, followed by the sounds of struggle and people talking. I furrow my eyebrows before I teleport myself down there, standing at a distance to see two unknown people carry a struggling Erica and Boyd, who appeared to have gotten beaten up pretty bad. But that was when I noticed it:

They had been hit with arrows.

My breathing quickens as my jaw drops slightly, not being able to fathom that Allison had actually done something like this. I knew very well that she was capable of doing it, but never would I ever guess that she would do it voluntarily unless it threatened her life or someone else she cared about.

I guess that's what revenge does to people.

I watch the two other hunters drag Erica and Boyd downstairs, doing what with them, I didn't know. I was about to follow after them before I saw Allison and her father step through the door, a hateful look on her face. She doesn't notice me as she messes with the gloves on her hand, her father talking to her, but she appeared that she didn't care.

"You owe me a new bow," Allison says coldly as her father shakes his head.

"You owe me an explanation," he snaps back at her, causing her to look up at him, myself still going un-noticed.

Allison's eyes narrow. "I caught them. Not you, me. I thought you'd be proud of me."

"What's there to be proud of?" Chris practically yells. "You almost killed them!"

My heart sinks as Allison's expression stays cold. "They came at me."

"That's not what I saw," he says with a little less emotion behind his words.

Allison shakes her head. "Doesn't matter what you saw. I caught them, we have them now, and that brings us one step closer to Derek."

"I'm starting to think you're taking this a little too far," Chris says, his eyes narrowed.

Allison's face turns into pure rage. "Too far? Are you kidding me, dad? My mother died! Your wife! Derek deserves what he's going to get, and I know damn sure that this is the only way to get back at him. So don't play that father card on me."

Chris shakes his head, looking as if he knew he was losing his daughter. Something on his face also told me that he felt broken inside, reminding himself what has happened in the past few days. He doesn't know what to say, which gives Allison enough time to walk away. I still go un-noticed as she turns and walks up the stairs, leaving her father speechless.

I grit my teeth before I follow Allison up the stairs, making sure to get an earshot distance away from the others. "Allison!"

She glances over her shoulder as she turns to walk in her room, not seeming phased to see me standing there. "What are you doing here?"

My jaw falls open. "Seriously? That's all I get? Not a 'How did you get out of Stiles' body, Corey? I'm sorry I didn't bother helping?'"

"That would require me actually caring," Allison spits back at me as my stomach knots, not being able to fathom seeing her like this.

My voice softens slightly. "Allison, I understand that your mother died and you're hurt, but this is going too far-"

"Too far? You haven't even seen too far yet," she says as she finally turns around and looks me dead in the eyes, no sign of emotion behind hers. The only thing there was hatred. "Erica and Boyd are just for leverage. It's not like we're going to kill them."

"That's not what I heard," I say, referring to her father's words. "It doesn't matter; you're on the wrong side, Allison. You do know your grandfather is in control of the Kanima now, right?"

She rolls her eyes at me. "Of course I know. We're using him to get to Derek."

"No he's not," I fire back at her, only knowing all of this because Scott had told Stiles when I was still in his body. "He threatened Scott's mother, Allison. He would have killed her too if Scott wouldn't have listened to him."

"You're lying," she says as she throws her gloves onto her desk. "Gerard wouldn't do that; and if he did, it was for a good reason."

I shake my head as I scream. "You're so blinded by your own rage you can't even see what's right in front of you! Your grandpa has something up his sleeve, and you're on his side."

Allison looks like she's about to fire back another reply, but she stops herself short. I narrow my eyes before I turn and see Gerard standing there in the doorway, a mysterious look on his face. Never in my life have I hated a man that much before. He did this to Allison; not the death of her mother.

"Good job, sweetheart," he says as he walks forwards slowly, a smile on his face. "I knew you had it in you."

"It was no problem," Allison says as she glances back over at me. I shake my head at her as my jaw tightens, my eyes burning into the back of Gerard's skull. "They put up a little fight, but they weren't hard to take down."

The lights flicker above us as I furrow my eyebrows, knowing something was going on. "Must be one of our guests getting a little comfortable downstairs."

As soon as he said this, I knew I had to figure out what was going on down there. I didn't care about any more lies Gerard was going to feed Allison; she wasn't going to believe me anyways. That's why I teleported myself downstairs, only to be met with darkness.

My eyes squint as I tried to look around the room, hearing various grunts and groans. It sounded like someone was crying as well, but I couldn't tell exactly. I was trying to peer through the blanket of black before all of a sudden, the lights flash on, almost blinding me. But as soon as I recovered, I was surprised to see Stiles standing down there as well.

"Stiles?" I mutter to myself in confusion, not understanding why he was down here. I look over then, seeing Erica and Boyd hanging by their hands, electricity coursing through the wires bound to them. They had duct tape on their mouths, and that was when I noticed that Erica was the one crying.

Stiles takes a step forwards as he shakes his head. "What in the hell is going on?"

Erica shakes her head as another tear falls down her cheek, wanting desperately to explain everything, but she couldn't. I myself wanted to hear her side of the story, since Allison was clearly lying about the whole thing. I found right then that I couldn't trust Allison, something I thought I would never come to.

Stiles walks forwards then, reaching up the wires that were bound around their wrists. Erica and Boyd both try and mumble something, more than likely to tell him to stop messing with it, since it was bound in electricity.

"Shh!" Stiles whispers before he touches the wire, it shocking him as a spark flew. He yelps quietly as he jumps back, staring down at his hands.

"They were trying to tell you it's bound in electricity."

I look up the stairs, seeing Gerard standing at the top of it. He narrows his eyes as he walks down the steps slowly, staring at Erica and Boyd.

"What are you doing with them?"

"At the moment, just trying to keep them comfortable," Gerard says with a little smile on his face. "There's no point in torturing them; their instinct to protect their alpha is too strong."

Stiles shakes his head as his eyes go dull. "Okay, so what are you doing with me? Because Scott can find me, alright? He knows my scent; it's pungent, you know? It's more of like a stench. He could find me even if I was buried at the bottom of a sewer covered in urine and-"

"You have an act in creating a vivd picture, Stilinski," Gerard says before walking closer to him. "Let me paint you a picture of my own. Scott McCall finds his best friend covered in blood beaten to a pulp. How does that sound now?"

Stiles' eyes are wide. "I think I might prefer more of still life--landscape, you know?"

Gerard's face is numb as his jaw clenches.

"What are you, huh? Like 90?" Stiles says, growing a little too cocky. "I could probably kick your ass up and down this-"

Stiles gets cut off as Gerard flings his hand across his face, knocking Stiles to the floor. My eyes widen as I watch Gerard get on top of him, grabbing the collar of his shirt before throwing punches left and right. A bruise starts to form on Stiles' face before I find myself running forwards, more than angry to see him beating someone up, furthermore it being Stiles.

I scream as I push Gerard off of Stiles, causing him to fall on his side. He groans slightly, confused as to what just happened, but it appeared to me he didn't care. He looks around before looking back down at Stiles, who was lying still on the floor, moaning. Gerard stands quickly before straightening up his jacket and walking back upstairs, leaving the three of them alone...for now.

I wanted desperately to ask Stiles if he was okay; to get him out of here, but I couldn't. Even if I could get Stiles out of here, he'd never make it past the other hunters upstairs, let alone Allison. No way in hell would I let him near her; she'd beat him just as bad as Gerard just did, if not worse.

I guess they'll just have to wait it out.

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When the two hunters from earlier had finally let them go, Allison and Gerard were gone, along with her father.

Everyone had left the house, along with the two hunters. The only one left was me, and I wasn't sure what to go do. I wanted to help Scott and the rest of them stop Jackson and stop Allison and her family, but that's just the thing. I didn't want to fight against Allison.

So that's why I sat there; staring at the wall in the living room. I debated what to do in my mind, coming to the conclusion that I should go help many times, but I always managed to talk myself out of it. I couldn't bare to watch Allison tear Scott and his pack apart. I still couldn't process what all has happened in the past few days, and how fast I had lost Allison.

I was just thinking back to all of our good memories before I hear the door open behind me, but I didn't turn to see who it was. Only when I heard crying and sniffles was when I turned, seeing Lydia standing there with a book in her hands.

"Allison?" she sobs, mascara running down her face. I wondered what had happened, but I didn't necessarily want to ask. I had made her a promise, and I intended on keeping it. "Are you here?"

She looks around the house real quickly before her eyes trail up the stairs, thinking that maybe she was up there doing something and she didn't hear her. She slips her shoes off before walking up there herself, causing me to follow off after her. I wondered what she wanted Allison for, and more importantly, I wanted to know why she was crying.

I follow her into Allison's room as she confirms to herself that Allison wasn't home, but she didn't turn around and walk out. Instead, she walked over to her desk and set the book down, a few papers inside of it sticking out slightly. I wondered what it was, but I was more focused on the note she started to write to leave for Allison.

Allison, I translated the rest of this book for you, in case you still needed it. Please call me when you get home. I really need to talk to someone right now. -Lydia

My heart sinks when I read the note, knowing that something happened and that's why Lydia needed to talk to someone about it; her best friend. Only she didn't know that her friend was out tracking a man down so she could kill him herself.

A tear falls onto the slip of paper before Lydia turns and marches out of the room, not bothering to look back once. I watch her leave before I turn back to the book, curious as to what all she got translated. I quickly walk over to it as I flip the book open, seeing pages spread out everywhere.

The first thing I saw made my stomach clench.

The Kanima, like werewolves, has many different forms. When they're first created, it's like their beta shape; the lowest they could possibly be. However, when the right measures are taken, they can evolve into something much more. Things like this including wings, a better tail-

The list goes on as my jaw drops, only one thing running through my mind at that moment. If this is in the Bestiary, something that Gerard has, then he knows about it. He knows that Jackson can become bigger and better, and I damn as well know that he would do anything to accomplish that. That's why I needed to go warn the others one way or another.

Just as I was about to leave however, something else at the bottom of the page caught my attention as well; something that I've dreamed about seeing since the day I died.

How to Bring Back the Dead.

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*devilish smirk*

My baby Corey might come back to the living! Honestly though, if I were Corey, I'd stay where he was now. He ain't gotta worry about school, stress, a job...

Dedicated to my thunderbuddy @boywonders because he's hella amazing and deserves more dedications tbh. And if any of you guys know a good nickname for the name David, PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!!

But Merry Christmas you guys! If you don't celebrate it, then have a happy holiday! You guys are so amazing and I'm so thankful that each and every one of you support me and read this for that matter. You guys are the best present I can get.

Love you all to the moon and back <3