Olivia's POV:

"So Derek was the werewolf who bit Scott which also turned him into a werewolf?" I ask once Allison finishes telling me the whole deal and history with the werewolves and hunters situation. "And your family basically has hunting in their blood?"

"No, that was Peter, Derek's uncle." She corrected, never taking her eyes off the road. "And yes, it goes on for centuries."

"I thought you said Derek was the alpha?"

"He became the alpha by killing Peter."

"And is that good? Is he on our side?"

She gives an uneasy expression. "I mean before he somewhat worked together with Scott to stop his uncle from continuing the killing sprees on innocent people. Now that he's the alpha, Scott found out that Derek bit Isaac the other night since he's trying to form his own pack."

"So he was the guy in the mustang?" I say and she nods again. "And his uncle was the one who ki--excuse me, took your aunt's life away? All for revenge?" I say and she tightens her grip on the steering wheel.

"Yeah." She mutters, slowing her car down once we got to a red light. "A couple of years ago, she burned down the Hale house that was filled with werewolves and humans, killing almost all of them."

"Peter."

"He and Derek survived but still, Kate broke our code. 'We hunt those who hunt us.' Those innocent people didn't deserve their lives to be lost, because that led to Peter go into this frenzy a-and she--" Her voice began to shake as tears started to form in her eyes.

I place my hand on her knee so it would stop shaking. She gives a weak smile then wipes her tears. "I watched Peter slice her throat. Kate died in front of my eyes while I just stood there helplessly. I felt useless, Olivia."

My eyes soften. "So it didn't help when your family found out Scott was a werewolf last year," I say and she nods sadly. "But from what I saw tonight, are you in this forbidden romance with him? How are you two hiding it so well?"

"It's been hard but we're kind of managing to sneak around. Now it's getting harder since both of my parents practically took away my privacy. I just don't understand why they can't see that he's different."

I fiddle with my fingers. "Do you agree with the code?"

She immediately shakes her head. "Of course not. Scott is my..." She stops mid-sentence and takes a breath, trying to calm herself down. "he's my boyfriend. I can't exactly hunt him down with my family. I mean, I like the feeling of shooting with a bow and arrow but at the same time, I feel like I'm betraying him. I don't want to do that to him. Also at the same time, I don't want to end up like Kate and be known as a killer." She says.

The light turns green and she presses on the gas, continuing to drive down the road again.

I move my hand away, not wanting to make things uncomfortable since she mentioned Scott being her boyfriend.

I lean against the car door, trying to sit comfortably as I fully faced her. "Even if I barely just met you today and you almost killed me with that knife," I start off and she lightly chuckles, mumbling a sorry. "I can see you mean well so I doubt you'll end up like your aunt. You'll be known as something else."

She turned to me with an amused look. "Oh yeah, and what's that?" She faced the road again.

"Your legacy would be known as someone who would do anything for the people she cares about the most." I shrug. "You have a good heart after all."

She turns to me again and even if it was dark out, I can see the blush rising on her cheeks. She wipes her eyes again but then scoffs. "Sorry, I know I'm breaking down in front of you like a baby about this when I'm supposed to feel strong. It feels good to vent to someone once in a while."

I shake my head. "Look, everyone has their moments, that's what makes us human. Being strong doesn't mean never breaking down, it means being able to overcome it and I'm pretty damn sure you can." I say and point to the back of the car, not even bothering to look. "If we were to encounter another freaking supernatural being that wants to hurt us, I'm one hundred percent sure you have some kind of hidden weapon in this car I don't know about that would be able to kill it. Like I said before, you would protect someone no matter the cost."

She sniffles again before giving a small smile. "Thanks, Olivia."

I nod, smiling as well. "Anytime. Just know that you have people in your corner too, including me. I'll always be here to listen if you need me."

"Like a therapist?" She teases and I roll my eyes.

"I'm trying to have a moment with you and now you ruined it. Do you feel proud?" I scoff, causing her to laugh.

A ping sound goes off from her car, making her frown. "I knew I was forgetting something. Do you mind if we make a small detour to the gas station?"

"It's not like I have a choice." I sigh dramatically.

She punched my shoulder. "You're so annoying."

Allison pulls into the gas station that luckily wasn't too far from us but once she parked her car, I take notice of how weirdly secluded it was.

The only thing that was there was a black motorcycle next to the gas pump.

"I don't like this," I say as she starts to get out of the car. "It's too quiet."

"It's late so what did you expect?" She laughs and pulls her cash out from her glove compartment.

I glare. "You know what I mean, Argent."

"You're in the car so you're perfectly fine." She says as I peek my head out the window to look inside the gas station.

"You're being paranoid, Olivia," Allison whispers as she puts her money inside the machine. She puts the pump inside her gas cap, holding it into place.

I look up to see a guy and he was already staring at Allison with an unreadable expression.

"Can I help you?" I rudely ask, causing the man to look away apologetically. Allison turns to look up as well with suspicion.

The man slides on his helmet, nodding to us as he starts his bike again before driving away, turning the opposite direction from where we came from. His engine echoed through the streets until it was quiet once more

"Weird." I mumble, causing Allison to chuckle.

"You pretty much scared him off. I thought you were about to kill him."

"Can you blame me? Ever since that thing attacked us earlier, now I'm even more aware of my surroundings." I cross my arms. "Didn't your family start teaching you this stuff?"

"Well, my dad said he was gonna start training me soon. I just don't know whe--"

The lights around us immediately shut off, the moon being the only thing that made it possible for me to barely see Allison's worried expression.

"Can we go now?" I whisper and she nods, quickly pulling out the nozzle from the car and placing it back on the hook. I quickly run to the other side, back in the passenger's seat as she gets in the car.

She reaches to turn the key but then her eyes widen. "My keys are gone."

My heart drops. "W-What do you mean gone?"

"Gone as in they disappeared. What other definition could gone mean?" She raises her voice as she stepped out of the car. "Help me look."

I got out of the car and squatted down, looking under for any type of form of a key. However, all I saw was just small pebbles and concrete.

"Allison, are you sure you didn't just drop them in the car?" I ask, pushing myself off the ground. "Or did you forget that you had them in your pocket?"

"That's ridiculous. I swear I left them in the ignition before I put gas in." She says, pushing herself up from the ground as well.

I was about to respond but next thing I knew, a bag is placed over my head, harshly dragging me away.

"Allison!" I attempt to shout but it only muffles through. He places something over my mouth and instantly felt dizzy as I tried to catch my breath.

My eyes were beginning to feel heavy and for some reason, I felt extremely sleepy.

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"Ever wonder what happens if a hunter gets bitten, Allison?"

I flash open my eyes, frantically looking around my surroundings. I see Allison, her face wet with tears as she locked her eyes with mine as well as a man, most likely her father, tied down to a chair as he attempted to free himself.

Both of their screams were muffled with shirts tied around their mouths.

"Ever wonder what happens if the people you care about get bitten?"

I recognize the voice to be Derek's which caused me to furrow my eyebrows. I thought Derek was supposed to be on our side? Even if Allison did say it was neutral, would he really stoop to this level?

"Ever wonder what happens when you get bitten?"

I attempt to lurch forward but instantly feel the rope that was wrapped around my wrists behind my back. I try to pull with all of my strength but it was pretty much useless.

"What do you think your father would do?" Allison's father shakes in his chair, trying to lean forward with all his might. "What do you think he'd have to do?"

His wooden chair begins to snap and instantly breaks off the back of where his hands were tied. He slides his hands off from his bounds, causing me to smile in relief since he could free the both of us.

He slides down the shirt that blocked his mouth but stayed in the chair, causing my expression to drop.

The man from the gas station stepped out of the shadows, holding a phone in his hand and gave the phone to Allison's father.

"When all it would take to change everything is one bite. One bite--"

He presses the pause button, instantly cutting the audio off that echoed throughout the house. I turn to Allison and see she was practically fuming.

Her father finally stands up from his chair, handing the phone back to the guy. "and everything changes."

He walks over to Allison and pulls off the cloth from her mouth. The guy does the same for me and gives a small smile.

"Is this how we're going to do father-daughter talks from now on?" Allison asks, her voice slightly shaky.

He shakes his head. "No, this is how we're going to train you."

I glare. "Then why the hell was I tied up? The least you could've done was drive me home!"

"Because she needs to face potential situations where her normal friends could be in danger." He pointed to his daughter, glaring at me as well.

Not gonna lie, her father scared me a bit so I didn't want to bother arguing with him. For god's sake, he could probably kill me and nobody would even notice.

"Do you know why we use arrows?" He asks, turning away from her to grab the arrow on the table.

"Because you're a family full of psychopaths?" I mumble under my breath.

"They can't heal until it's taken out." She responds, seeing her father held up the arrow.

"Look familiar?" He asks and Allison glares.

"You were going to kill him--"

"That's right. If we find Isaac on another full moon, we will kill him. That's the hard choice we make, but it wasn't my choice." He says, his voice rising with each sentence.

"Gerard?" Allison asks but her dad shakes his head. He walks behind her, leaning to her ear against her chair.

Is she talking about Principal...oh my god.

"Our family has a surprisingly progressive tradition. Knowing wars and violence are typically started by men, we place the final decisions, the hard ones, with the women." He whispers and stood up straight once more but places a hand on her shoulder. "Our sons are trained to be soldiers, our daughters are the leaders. A leader should be able to think on the spot and conquer their fears instead of crying about what they should do."

"That's not what--"

He cuts me off by walking over to me and placing the shirt back over my mouth. My eyes widen at his action but Allison sadly looks down.

He hands her the arrow before placing a kiss on her head. "Your training starts now." He says as he walks out of the room. "Time her."

The guy presses start on his timer, walking away as well with a smile.

I push my tongue against the cloth and since it wasn't as tight as before, I successfully moved it away from my mouth.

"Allison if I somehow move my chair behind you, maybe I can--"

She clears her throat. "No." I see she grips the arrow tighter and starts to move it back and forth against the rope. "He's right. I have to do this by myself and stop being afraid."

"Are you serious?" I say as she nods weakly. "Fine."

I try to pull my hands out, similar to what her father did but it was like the more I tugged, the more tighter it would be.

"You're gonna hurt yourself, Olivia." She says but I continued to tug on the rope.

"I don't care. My mom is probably pissed that I haven't come home yet so if I mess up my wrists, so be it." I say and tug on my wrists harder.

She lightly chuckles at my determination and continued to cut with the arrow.