The door creaked shut behind Isaac as he left on Klarke's orders, leaving me alone in the barn with Thomas. There was a crackle in my ear, followed by Klarke's voice again.

"We've got the place surrounded. If you need backup, we're here. For your sake, I hope you don't need it."

For some reason, I didn't think he meant for my well being, but for my standing within The Torch. It was like Klarke was trying to train me to be The Torch's personal attack dog. No, that's exactly what he was doing. Making me do the dirty work for him; keeping his own hands clean. 

I looked back to Thomas who was standing perfectly still. This was a situation I'd never been in. I had never faced down a werewolf alone. I'd never been placed in a closed space where we both knew what was supposed to happen next. I didn't have the upper hand here.

This was a werewolf who was backed into a corner. One who had just had the rug pulled from under him. He was unpredictable. I knew he'd had every intention of taking us straight to the pack. He hoped we'd take them out so he could live free. He knew the pack's absence meant they knew we'd been coming, and they most likely knew he was the person who'd led us there. Chances were, he was a goner. It was just a matter of who put him down. 

I didn't want it to be me, but then again he most likely preferred it. I'd do it quickly. Bullet to the head, dagger straight into the heart. Whatever I'd do would be worlds better than anything that pack would do to him, and we both knew it. 

Self preservation was a strong thing though. 

"Are we sure this is what needs to be done? What if he knows where they may have gone?" I asked. 

"Loose ends, and too many ifs, now get it done."

My hands clenched into fists as I wracked my brain to think of something. There had to be a way to get him out of here. I wouldn't be able to go back to Jared and look him in the eyes if I didn't at least try. 

"Just get it over with," Thomas growled. 

I couldn't move. It was like I didn't know how. All the energy I had, I was using to go over every possible option. They were listening in on the earpiece I had. I could take it out and disable it, but it would most likely make a sound. Even if it didn't, it would only take a few seconds of silence before they rushed the place. We were completely surrounded, and I didn't doubt for one second it was The Torch's best men and women that were waiting. 

We could try to make a run for it. If Thomas shifted, there was a chance he could make it past the operatives waiting. It all depended on how many were in here. We wouldn't both make it though. I could pretend he got the best of me, that he was able to jump me, but there would need to be proof, and there wouldn't be enough time. 

Another growl ripped through the space, and Thomas' body slammed into mine. My breath left my lungs in one quick exhale from the impact of slamming into the ground. My hand went immediately to the dagger.

Amber eyes looked down at me, and every curse word went through my mind. He wasn't just a werewolf, he was an Alpha. Amber eyes weren't common, not just any wolf had them. Unpledged werewolves didn't have amber eyes unless they had the power within them to be Alphas. At least that's what I'd learned from my training with The Organization. 

Fangs flashed and Thomas did everything he could to sink them into me. The heel of my hand slammed up into his nose and a growl gurgled in his throat as blood trickled down. 

"Not yet," I heard Klarke say through the earpiece. 

Not yet, what? 

Thomas went for my arm and I took the blade across his cheek. His hand grabbed my arm tighter and I could feel the claws through my jacket. I tried to think where we were in the lunar cycle, but the only thing my mind could focus on were my vulnerabilities, especially when he had me practically pinned down. It would be best to not let him break any skin. 

"If you don't have what it takes, hunter, then I'll end you."

I pulled my knee up and connected with his groin. Thomas groaned and his hand went for my head, grabbing a fist full of hair. He slammed my head down onto the ground and black spots covered my vision. 

When Thomas' hand pulled away, the earpiece went along with it. Pieces of plastic hit me and I knew he smashed it. 

"I don't want to kill you," I gasped out. I hoped I didn't have another concussion. 

"Then it will be your demise. One way or another, I will die today. If I have to take a hunter or two out before that happens, then all the better for the rest of my world."

I forced myself to move back, out from under him. I knew it wouldn't have happened if he hadn't allowed it. If he weren't a werewolf, I would say he was a cat playing with a mouse. 

"They're coming. I guess I better finish the job."

Thomas lunged at me again, amber eyes blazing, fangs at the ready. My hand reacted, the blade going straight into his stomach. Thomas' eyes went wide as it sank into him. The cold washed over me and I wanted nothing but to make sure the werewolf was eliminated. 

I jerked my hand up sharply. Thankfully the blade was sharp enough that it cut relatively easily. I loved the feel of the hot blood spilling out from Thomas and onto me, the way each drop meant another bit of his life-force leaving. His life was literally spilling onto me. 

I looked from his mouth, stained red from the blood dripping into his eyes. I could see my reflection in his pupils, the flaming red hair and green eyes that had become me. The look of joy as that mirror dulled with the life leaving him. 

He was dead, Thomas was dead. 

After the joy Eliza felt died down, the guilt Electra had come to know set in. I'd killed another man, a werewolf, but a man Jared had sworn was good. He'd attacked first, but I couldn't really have blamed him. He'd wanted to die, and I wanted to get him out. That hadn't been in his plans. He'd been desperate. 

Thomas hadn't seen any other way out of his situation. If an entire pack were after me, I don't think I could say for certain I wouldn't have instigated someone so they would kill me. 

The doors slammed open and Isaac rushed in followed by other Torch members. 

"Jacobson, are you okay?"

I pushed Thomas' body off me.

"Depends on your definition of okay."

Isaac held his hand out and I took it. He pulled me up onto my feet and the world spun around me. 

"Oh not again." 

"What's wrong?" Isaac steadied me, looking me over.

"Pretty sure it's a concussion. Just hope I don't puke in the car again."

"Get her out and back. We'll clean up here," Klarke said surveying the scene. "Good job, Jacobson."

I nodded once, regretting the choice instantly. 

Isaac helped me into the vehicle. As he walked around to his side, I noticed his earpiece was gone too. Apparently we were done with them now that the mission was over. He got in and started the car, making our way back. 

"I wanted to go in sooner. Klarke wouldn't let us."

That must have been the 'not yet' I'd heard over the earpiece. 

"Are you okay though?"

"I just killed someone. I wanted to get him out, he just had something else in mind." I leaned back and closed my eyes, trying to stop the pounding and spinning in my head. "I liked it though."

"No you didn't," Isaac said. He gave me that knowing look, that 'sensitive' look.

"Not now, but in the moment, I did. I wanted nothing more than for him to be dead. I feel like the more I try to move past that part of me, the harder it comes back." I touched my forehead. "Why do I keep telling you everything?"

"We are family, and you can probably tell you can trust me."

"Is there something dark inside me?" My heart started pounding at the thought. 

I knew Isaac wanted to look me full on. He wanted to fully asses me. Driving made that a bit difficult though. 

"I don't know. You're human. You act on your emotions, and from what I can tell, you've been through a lot. You were turned into a weapon, a pretty lethal one at that. You can't expect the turn around to be instantaneous."

"Not instantaneous, but I'd at least think I would be getting better. Not worse." My hand moved to my mouth. 

"You're not going to throw up, are you?" 

"Nope. I'm still good."

We fell into a comfortable silence, and a couple minutes later, the van came to a stop, and the engine turned off. I uncovered my eyes and found us in the sheltered enclave of The Torch's parking. 

"Back here again."

"Yeah, we need to get you checked out. See if that's really a concussion you have, and if that's the only thing you have."

"He was an Alpha, Isaac. Or he at least had as much power as an Alpha."

"He wasn't part of a pack though. We've had eyes on him for a while now. Did he bite you or mark you in any way?"

"Not that I know of." My mouth was dry and I found it hard to swallow. They'd been watching him for some time. If that were true, and their people did as good a job as they were supposed to, they would have seen Jared talking to him. They would have seen me with Jared. They would know we somehow knew or were connected to Thomas. It wouldn't matter if it was just a few interactions, it could be enough to set off flags. 

"I just wanted to escape everything. I wanted to find people who believed in giving supernaturals a chance to prove they weren't bad. I wanted to find a way to overthrow The Organization, to change the way they go after anything nonhuman."

"Then why in the world did you seek us out?" Isaac asked. 

"I used the excuse of getting weapons, but I really don't know. Maybe it's because this is the only thing I know how to do well, and I can't just sit around. I'm not good at anything else. I know how to beat supernaturals. I just...I need a place where I belong."

"And yet your problems seem to stem from the fact that you do that job too well and you don't like it."

"I'm a teenage girl. Please don't pretend that I'm supposed to make sense."

Isaac snorted and got out, going around to my side to help me out and in to the infirmary. I just wanted to close my eyes and go to sleep, but he wasn't letting me. More crap about sleeping with a concussion wasn't good, and that I needed to wait until after I got my checkup. 

All I knew was my eyelids were increasingly getting heavier.