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JACKSON catches up to Stiles as he heads back down the hospital corridor, "Where are you going?"

"To find Scott."

"You don't have a car..." Jackson frowns.

Stiles nods shrugging, "I'm aware of that, thank you."

"I'll drive."

Stiles stops and turns towards Jackson glaring, "Just because you feel guilty all of a sudden doesn't make it okay. Half of this is your fault."

Jackson sighs, "I have a car. You don't. Do you want my help or not?"

Stiles finally stops and looks at him, hating that he does in fact need Jackson's help.

"Did you bring the Porsche?"

"Yeah."

Stiles smiles, "Good. I'm driving."

They turn to start down the hall again. But three men come around the corner to stop them; Argent with two hunters.

"Boys."

The tall black man looks on them with a friendly smile.

Stiles nods firmly, "You must be the famous Emerson..."

Emerson squints at Stiles in confusion then realizes this was Luna's friend and neighbor, "And you must be Stiles."

Chris Argent takes a step forward distracting the two, "Boys... We were wondering if either of you could tell us where Scott McCall is."

"Scott? Haven't seen him since the dance. Jackson? You?"

Jackson looks at Argent, mouth gaping open. Stiles watches him desperately trying to choke out a response.

Stiles slaps his forehead sighing, "Oh, for the love of-"

...

Scott pulls Derek out of the mine shaft entrance with Luna at his tail. Derek still weakened, moves slowly, breathing hard. His hand goes to the marks in his side where the electrode pins were placed.

Luna shivers wearing his leather jacket that Derek had placed on her as soon as they left the basement. She grips his hand tightly as a shiver runs down her spine.

"Oh no, not right now..." She whispers inaudibly.

Derek pulls her to a halt catching his breath, "Hold on. Something doesn't feel right."

Luna slaps the back of his head, "Dude, you just jinxed it."

Scott frowns at the two, "What do you mean?"

"I mean something doesn't feel right. Getting out of there was... I don't know. Kind of like it was-"

Scott flips, "Don't say too easy. People say too easy and then bad things happen."

But Derek keeps throwing nervous glances to the strangely quiet woods.

"You think finding you was easy? Getting away from Allison's Dad? None of this has been easy. So if for two seconds something is going right, can we not question it? Can we just shut up and thank God we have the tiniest bit of luck for once?"

"Yeah, okay. You're right."

They start forward again when they hear the sudden sound of something soaring through the air. Derek snaps his head up with a pained gasp. An arrow sticks through his shirt under his collar bone as Luna shrieks in surprise.

Time seems to slow down as he shoves Luna away from him, trying to push her out of the line of fire.

Scott's eyes focus with incredible speed and accuracy to a ridge just up the hill where a dark silhouette  pulls back the drawstring on a black compound bow.

"Now the leg." Kate orders.

One eye shut as she aims, Allison nocks the arrow, pulls it back and lets it fly. Derek cries out when the second arrow goes through his leg and sends him crashing to the ground.

A stunned Scott flinches as if the arrow had hit him instead.

"The flash bolt. Now."

In a mere second, Allison has the new arrow with a conical-shaped flash bolt attached to the end nocked in the center of the drawstring.

"Your eyes--Scott!"

Derek and Luna warn him, but the boy only stares in shock as the girl he loves aims the next arrow. He doesn't even raise his hands to protect himself as the flash bolt explodes into the tree next to him. The white hot flare blinds him sending him staggering back. Hitting the leaves and dirt, the world around him burns with iridescent flares.

Luna curses as she snaps the arrow on Derek's leg. He lets out a roar of pain then snaps the one in his collarbone. Luna helps Derek to his feet and together they grab Scott, dragging him toward the house.

Allison follows Kate down the ridge toward the two retreating young men and girl.

Kate smirks looking down at her niece, "See? Natural talent."

The bow at her side, Allison's eyes are locked on Scott as he, Derek, and Luna reach the yard just in front of the house. Derek collapses, broken arrow shafts still jutting out of him. Luna drops hold of Scott and grips Derek's shoulder lightly.

"Derek come on... please... get up..."

"Luna, go!"

Scott's eyes flutter, still unable to see anything. Just a silhouetted figure coming toward him.

"Allison, I can explain."

Allison glares, "Stop lying. For once, stop lying."

"I was trying to tell you the truth at the formal. I was going to tell you everything. Because everything I said, everything I did-"

"Was to protect me?"

"Yes."

Allison scoffs, "I don't believe you."

"Thank God. Now shoot him before I have to shoot myself."

Allison throws her a look of surprise, "You said we were going to catch them."

Kate shrugs, "And we did that. Now we're going to
kill them."

Kate withdraws a Glock from her jacket and chambers a round. She approaches Derek and with a casualness that is utterly terrifying, fires a round right into him. Luna screams as Allison gasps as Derek's body drops back to the ground.

"See? It's not that hard."

Luna sobs mourning over Derek not even noticing that Kate reloads her gun chamber then aims the gun at her. Shooting once Luna shrieks out in pain falling back to the ground. She groans feeling the silver bullet lodged in her abdomen under her rib cage.

Allison's eyes widen as she gapes at the scene. She breathes hardly as she watches Luna choke on blood. Kate grins realizing she was right about Luna being a fae, then looks up at Allison. And the teenage girl seems to now finally see her favorite aunt for who she really is. A pure and unrepentant sociopath.

"Okay, I know that look. That's the you're going to have do this yourself look."

She turns the gun on Scott, aiming at his head.

"What are you doing? Kate?"

Vision returned, Scott peers down the barrel of the gun. But Allison tries to grab her Aunt's arm to stop her. However Kate just shoves her off and onto the ground.

"Love those brown eyes." Kate begins to pull back on the trigger.

"Put the gun down now."

Kate glances to her left to see her brother and Emerson stepping out of the shadows. Emerson glances over at Derek and sees Luna laying on the ground holding a bullet wound.

Without hesitation he pulls out his gun and aims it towards Kate. Kate smirks before giving her brother an innocent stare.

"Aren't you going to stop him Chris?"

Instead Chris shakes his head making her stare at him in shock.

"I know what you did. Put the gun down."

Kate's eyes slip momentarily to the house. Allison notices it.

"I did what I was asked to do." Kate responds with a blank stare.

"No one asked you to murder innocent people. There were children in that house. Ones who were human. Look at what you're doing now. You're pointing a gun at a sixteen year old boy with no proof he's spilled human blood. You shot an innocent young girl. We go by the code: Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent."

"We hunt the ones who hunt us." Allison murmurs to herself.

"Now put the gun down..." He raises his own weapon, "Before I put you down."

Seething, but unable to do anything else, Kate finally begins to lower the gun. And as she lowers it, Argent notices something behind her. The door to the Hale house creaking open.

The wind whistles around them. Scott looks up, his  eyes begin glowing. A response to the presence of their pack leader.

Chris Argent holds his hand out warily, "Allison, get back."

"What is it?" Allison whispers.

Scott peers into the darkness beyond the door, "It's the Alpha..."

A shadow runs out the house near Kate which makes her clatter to the ground. Hitting Emerson and Argent the two are knocked unconscious.

"Get out of here. Run."

Scott looks to Allison as something blurs past him. Allison screams but then is knocked backward. A blur hurtling in front of her, knocking her compound bow right out of her hands and across the yard.

Scott darts forward, but his feet lift off the ground. In a flash, he's tumbling to the leaves with a pained cry. Kate stands and whips her gun around, eyes searching.

"Come on..."

She fires into the shadows, "Come on!"

She spins as Peter appears right next to her, grabbing her wrist. Gun firing round after round, he simply twists her arm up with his superior strength.

Kate screams as Peter breaks her arm. Pulling the weapon out of her hand he lifts her off her feet and drags her back toward the house.

"No--" Allison runs forward, charging up the steps and into the house after them.

She stops short inside, glancing about in the darkness. Breath held, she steps past the stairwell to find Peter holding Kate in front of him by the fireplace in the charred living room. His fingers press to her throat, right at her larynx.

"She's beautiful, Kate. She looks like you. Probably not as damaged. So I'm going to give you a chance to save her. Apologize. Say your sorry for decimating my family. For leaving me burned and broken for six years. Say it and I'll let her live."

Allison and Kate connect eyes.

"I'm... I'm sorry."

Peter nods. Then presses his fingers tighter throat. And with the sound of tearing flesh, protract, sticking right into Kate's neck. Allison shrieks as Peter pulls his hand away blood. Kate's body falls.

And as she falls, images flash into her mind, given to her the same way Peter gave pieces of his life to Scott and how Jackson culled bits of Derek's experiences.

And every image she sees is a face screaming out through black smoke and fire.

Kate falls dead to the floor as Allison stands gaping.

Peter lets out a sigh of relief, "I don't know about you, Allison. But that apology? It just didn't sound very sincere."

Claws out, he starts toward her. Fabric tearing under his expanding body, the black coat falls away. Pants ripping at the seams as the skin darkens underneath.

Until finally, Allison stares up in horror at a seven foot creature standing in front of her. But the Alpha pauses when he hears a growl. Turning, he finds Scott slowly rising from the darkness, lifting his head to reveal he's transformed.

Another growl sends the red eyes turning to Derek who, stepping into the light, is also shifted and ready to attack.

The two werewolves circle the Alpha, crouching low, moving in synchronicity. And for the first time, Derek and Scott seem like part of the same pack.

They launch into the air, attacking in the same instant. But Peter is prepared. He sends Derek hurtling into one wall and Scott into the next.

As Peter goes to swipe Allison she is tackled to the ground. Allison looks over at Luna who groans in pain.

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it... really like ever."

Allison helps Luna up before the two move for the door, crawling outside of the house.

Derek and Scott both land back on their feet in an instant. They attack again and again, but Peter pounds them back each time until Derek falls, blood spitting from his lips while Peter grabs Scott by the back of his neck, pulling him up like a puppy and then throwing him off his feet.

Smashing through the window of the house, Scott tumbles back across the yard. When he rolls to a stop, he gazes up to see the Alpha coming out of the side of the house. He spots Allison trying to wake her father and Luna doing the same to Emerson, to get them back to consciousness.

Just then lights blaze over the Alpha. The two headlights on Jackson's Porsche as Stiles beeps the horn from the driver's seat. The creature whips its head around just in time to see Stiles rear back and with all of his strength he hurls something right at the Alpha. But the creature catches it, the object landing perfectly in its palm. And that object is a glass beaker filled with liquid; a Molotov cocktail, resting harmlessly in its hand.

"Oh damn."

But a shout rises from Scott, "Allison!"

She looks up to see Scott throwing her compound bow toward her. She catches it. The Alpha glances from the beaker in confusion to Allison who quickly and expertly nocks an arrow.

Realizing what's happening, the Alpha turns to throw the Molotov Cocktail just as the arrow flies.

But Allison's aim is perfect.

The beaker shatters in the Alpha's hand, arrow smashing right through the glass. The chemicals splash over its claws and fingers, mixing together in a dangerous interaction flames ignite across its hand.

Taking his cue, Jackson steps forward and throws a second beaker. This one explodes across the Alpha's torso, bursting instantly into flames.

The creature lets loose a horrifying shriek, writhing and twisting as fire engulfs its body. Scott pushes himself back on the ground, watching the figure burn in front of the very house where he survived the first fire.

Until finally, the shrieking subsides and Peter drops to the wet leaves underneath him, rolling to a stop as the fire dissipates to black smoke.

Luna watches as Allison and Scott have their moment then frowns as Derek swaggers out the house. Leaving Emerson's side as he slowly gained consciousness, Luna limps over to where Derek stood over Peter.

"Derek..."

Derek peeks over his shoulder at her with pained eyes then looks back at Peter in fury. This was all his fault. Everything. Not only did he kill his sister but he hurt his girlfriend.

Scott looks away from Allison noticing Derek standing over Peter's still smoking body... still alive.

Scott pulls away and stands suddenly realizing what's about to happen, "Wait. You said the cure comes from the one who bit you."

Derek hesitates. Staring down at Peter, knowing what he's about to do to Scott.

"You do this and I'm dead. Her father, her family... What am I supposed to do?"

Derek glances back at Scott then at Luna. Peter chuckles painfully as he gazes at his nephew.

"You've already made up your mind... haven't you? For her... for power... do it... Do it!"

Derek's clawed hand rises up, framed perfectly by the moon in the sky.

"Don't!" Scott yells out but it's too late.

Derek slashes down, severing Peter's throat and sealing his own fate. He slowly turns back to Scott to reveal his eyes are glowing red.

"I'm the Alpha now."

Luna can't help but find that incredibly attractive as she stares at her new alpha boyfriend. But before she can even speak darkness fills her vision.

Derek moves his view from Scott to Luna. Her eyes flutter closed as her olive skin pales slightly. He goes to take a step towards her but quickly runs forward as he sees her fall unconscious. He catches her before she hits the ground and peels his leather jacket from her body.

Staring down at the bullet lodged in her rib cage he can't help but be worried as black veins surround it looking almost as bad as when he was shot with a wolfs and bullet.

"What the hell is going on?" Stiles questions as he kneels beside Derek looking at Luna.

Scott and Emerson make their way over with Jackson, Allison, and Argent on their tails. Emerson squeezes through Stiles and Derek grabbing Luna's head. He holds her pale, sweating face then feels for her pulse. It was slowing down which wasn't good.

"What kind of bullet was in Kate's gun?" Emerson looks to Chris.

Chris grabs Kate's gun from the ground and cocks it unloading the bullets. He looks to Emerson with a regretful stare before answering, "Silver."

"Shit we've got to get it out now..."

"Or what?" Derek asks worried.

"She dies."