"GERARD HAS TWISTED HIS WAY INTO Allison's head in the same way he did with Kate. And I'm losing her, and I know you're losing her too," Chris explained to the trio of teenagers, staring at Scott at the last part.

"You're right. So can you trust me to fix this?" the McCall boy questioned, and when the man in front of him nodded, he continued, "Then can you let us go?"

The hunter shook his head, confusing all of them. "No. My car's faster."

So, they threw Jackson's body in the trunk before piling into the car. Scott rode shotgun, and Wren was with Isaac in the back seat. The drive was quiet except for some questions asked by either Scott or Chris.

When they finally arrived, they all climbed out. The blonde girl examined the area around them to see that they were near what looked like an abandoned warehouse.

"I think he stopped moving," the blue-eyed boy informed them, and Wren turned to see that he was looking at the bag that Jackson was in. He was right — it was completely still.

Looking around their empty surroundings, Argent questioned, "Where's Derek?"

Just after that, said man came bounding down the street on all fours, looking absolutely ridiculous, and it took everything in the Carter girl to not burst out laughing. He then did a front flip and landed in front of them, his head whipping up to reveal his red, glowing eyes.

"I'm here for Jackson. Not you," Chris assured the Hale man as he climbed to his feet, and Scott rolled his eyes at Derek's dramatics.

"Somehow, I don't find that very comforting," he replied before looking to the two werewolves behind the hunter and nodding to them as he ordered, "Get him inside."

So, they hauled the bag inside the warehouse, and Scott looked to Derek. "So, where are they?"

"Who?" the Hale quizzed, confused with furrowed eyebrows.

"Peter and Lydia," the McCall responded, but Derek didn't reply. He just walked over and put one leg on either side of the body bag and began to unzip it. "Whoa. Hold on a second — you said you knew how to save him."

The Alpha didn't look up from what he was doing and just continued to open the black bag to reveal Jackson. "We're past that."

"What about—"

"Think about it, Scott," Derek yelled, finally whipping his head in the boy's direction. "All right, Gerard controls him now. He's turned Jackson into his own personal guard dog, and he set all of this in motion so that Jackson could get even bigger and more powerful."

"No. No, he wouldn't do that. If Jackson's a dog, he's turning rabid, and my father wouldn't let a rabid dog live," the Argent man informed them with a shake of his head.

Wren sighed, "No disrespect, Mr. Argent, but, uh, I think you're gonna have to accept that your father isn't who you think he is. We can't really rely on him doing anything you'd expect him to."

"Of course, I am," came a cold from the entrance to the warehouse. Gerard Argent was standing there with a smug smile on his face. "Anything that dangerous, that out of control is better off dead."

In reply to that, Derek whipped out his claws and swung them at the not-so-dead Whittemore boy below him. The Kanima stopped him, however, by plunging its claws into his chest. It growled and stood up before throwing the werewolf across the room.

"Well done to the last, Scott. Like the concerned friend you are, you brought Jackson to Derek to save him. You just didn't realize that you were also bringing Derek to me," the old man explained.

An arrow whistled through the air from behind him, and Scott was able to duck in time. Unfortunately, Isaac was standing right behind them, and it plunged into his chest and he tipped back. Wren lunged to catch him, but she wasn't strong enough to stop him completely. So, she just lowered him to the ground slowly and kneeled next to him.

Scott stared at the archer in disbelief while the Lahey boy groaned. "Allison?"

He ran to Isaac and helped the Carter girl carry him over to the side while Chris fired gunshots into Jackson's chest, but they did nothing. It used its tail to fling the gun away, so the hunter just ran into another room before drawing his knife.

Meanwhile, the McCall boy pulled the arrow out of his friend's chest, and the wound healed quickly since it wasn't very deep. He looked to his best friend. "Stay here."

"You don't have to tell me twice.," she replied with a shake of her head, and she dove for Argent's discarded gun as the two werewolves ran toward the fight. Once she stood up with the weapon, her eyes widened when she saw that Gerard was right in front of her, a smirk on his face. She aimed the gun at him, took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger.

It just clicked

"Damn it," she muttered, pulling the trigger again, multiple times, but nothing came out. So, she just swung the weapon at the man in hopes that she could knock him out or something, but he just grabbed her wrist.

He twisted her arm, and she groaned when she heard cracking noises coming and pain shot through her body. He then grabbed a knife from his pocket and swung her around so that her back was against his chest. He pressed the cold steel of the blade against her throat as she struggled against his surprisingly strong arms.

He pushed her into the other room where the rest of them were fighting, and she saw Isaac bleeding on the ground. Allison was standing above him, but she was about to move toward her ex-boyfriend when he yelled, "No, Allison!"

Her arms raised with her daggers in her hand, ready to strike, but the Kanima knocked the blades to the ground and wrapped its scaly hand around her throat.

"Not yet, sweetheart," Gerard told her, him and the blonde girl coming into the light, and Scott's eyes widened in fear when he saw the knife against her neck.

The brunette girl gaped at him, partly because of the Kanima holding her and partly because of the girl in his arms. "What are you doing?"

"He's doing what he came here to do," Scott answered for her, his eyes moving between his Wren and the man who could kill her any second. "Just let her go. She has nothing to do with this, please."

"Then you know," the old man said, ignoring the last part as his grip on Wren's shoulder tightened. Her leg was already weak from getting shot, so she could barely stand by that point. She saw both Scott and Isaac flinch at her cries.

Allison whispered in wonder, "What's he talking about?"

"It was that night outside the hospital, wasn't it? When I threatened your mother," questioned the oldest Argent. "I knew I saw something in you eyes. You could just smell it, couldn't you?"

"He's dying," Isaac realized, thinking back to the aroma he smelt at the animal clinic that day with the sick dog.

"I am. I have been for a while now, Unfortunately, science doesn't have a curse for cancer yet..." Gerard trailed off before looking to Derek who was also on the ground after a blow from the Kanima. "But the supernatural does."

Chris glared at him. "You monster."

"Not yet," his father corrected him, and Wren gasped when she felt blood trickle down her neck. It kind of reminded her of the time Derek had his claws in her neck at the pool.

Allison shouted with a betrayed voice, the hand still around her neck as the tail wrapped around her waist, "What are you doing?"

"You'll kill her too?" Chris asked, appalled that his own parent would kill his daughter.

"When it comes to survival, I'd kill my own son!" the eldest hunter shouted before turning to Scott who was staring at the girl with the knife pressing into her neck. Tears rolled down her face as she begged for him to do something or not do something with her eyes. "Scott, if you do this for me, I'll let her go."

Scott seemed conflicted, but his human face reappeared as he walked over to Derek. He lifted him to his feet by the back of his neck, and the Hale man breathed out, "Scott, don't. You know that he's gonna kill me right after. He'll be an Alpha."

"That's true. But I think he already knows that, don't you Scott? He knows that the ultimate prize is Allison. Do this small task for me, and not only will I let your blonde friend live, but you can be with my granddaughter. You are the only piece that doesn't fit, Derek," the man explained. "And in case you haven't learned yet, there is just no competing with young love."

"Scott, don't do it," Wren begged, staring at her best friend with pleading eyes. She let out a whimper when Gerard's grip tightened even more to shut her up.

He glanced between her and Derek with a sorry expression. "I'm sorry, but I have to."

The McCall boy lifted the Alpha's head so that it was straight up and gripped him so that his mouth was forced to open. Gerard held out one of his arms, the other still wrapped tightly around the Carter girl and put it in between the Hale's teeth.

As soon as the bite was administered, Wren was thrown to the side next to Isaac as the oldest Argents screamed before staring at the bite on his arm. The Lahey boy whipped his already bloody sweatshirt over his head and held at the his friend's neck to stop the bleeding. While he was doing this, the two watched the scene play out in front of them.

Gerard laughed triumphantly before holding up his arm as if to show them all that he had actually been bitten. What made them furrow their eyebrows was when the blood dripping from it turned black.

"What? What is this?" the man asked when he saw all of their faces. He examined the bite marks before glaring at Scott angrily. "What did you do?"

"Everyone said Gerard always had a plan. I had a plan too," the McCall boy shrugged, looking from Derek back to the old man who reached into his pocket and pulled out a container.

He frantically dumped the contents of the metal container out, and Wren could tell that they were pills. When he crushed them in his hand, black powder poured from them. He furiously exclaimed, "Mountain ash!"

The black liquid began to pour from his eyes and his nose when he fell to his knees. His head tilted back, and after a moment, it began spewing from his mouth like a fountain. Then, he collapsed onto the ground, unconscious.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Derek quizzed, looking up at Scott.

Scott sighed, turning back to the man. "Because you might be an Alpha, but you're not mine."

All of their heads whipped around when they heard a noise, and they saw Gerard had woken up and was now crawling on his hands and knees. He looked up with fury in his eyes as he gave an order to the Kanima.

"Kill them! Kill them all!"

The monster released his hand from Allison's neck as his master fell limp again. Taking the opportunity, the youngest Argent tried to elbow it, but it just knocked her onto the ground. All of a sudden, a car flew through the wall and ran right into the Kanima. When it stopped, they could see that Stiles was driving with Lydia in the passenger seat.

"Did I get him?" the Stilinski asked, and Scott laughed in amazement. All of their faces dropped when they saw Jackson just get right back up again and jump on the car. The two inside climbed out, and Stiles ran behind Scott.

"Jackson!" Lydia yelled at the monster as it climbed down from the vehicle and stared at her. She held up a key and repeated, "Jackson."

Stiles lunged toward her, but Scott grabbed his chest, stopping him. "Lydia!"

The Kanima was about to swipe at her, but it paused when it saw the key like it was remembering something. Wren reached down to help Isaac up as they watched. The monster was slowly beginning to turn back into Jackson, and he grabbed the before backing up.

Derek jumped up, and Peter appeared out of nowhere. They both plunged their claws into him from either side, and Lydia gasped as Jackson choked. The two werewolves backed away, their claws leaving him as he fell to the floor and Lydia caught him.

"Do you—" he whispered between gasps. "Do you still..."

"I do. I do still love you. I do-I do still love you. I do. I do. I do still love you. I do," the Martin girl replied tearfully.

Then, he fell limp in her arms. She laid him down as the last of his Kanima skin faded away. Allison looked around, giving them their privacy. "Where's Gerard?"

"He can't be far," her father answered.

They turned back to Lydia who was standing up and looking away. However she froze when a breath came from behind her. By the time she spun around, Jackson's eyes were opened and glowing blue. He slowly stood up, his face shifting into that of a werewolf.

And he roared.

The ex-couple embraced, and Isaac grimaced, leaning over to the blonde girl to mutter, "Naked Jackson was something I didn't need to see."

"Nothing I haven't seen before," she shrugged in response as if the locker room encounter wasn't one of the most traumatizing moments of her life.

That caused most of them to whip their heads in her direction with confused and concerned faces, and if it weren't for the situation, she would have laughed. Ignoring her previous sentence, the Lahey boy looked down at her neck as she cradled her wrist. "That looks like it might leave a scar."

"Well, at least it was a badass bitch way to get it," she sighed.

He furrowed his eyebrows at her before smiling. "You mean getting beat in a fight by an old man. Sure, that's a really badass bitch way to get a scar."

"Shut up."

《❀》

"SO YOU REALLY THINK SHE'S GONNA COME BACK TO YOU?" Stiles asked Scott as the trio climbed out of the jeep and onto the lacrosse field. Scott was gonna help him get ready for tryouts next year. Though Wren would never admit it, she was glad that Scott and Allison had broken up for some unknown reason that she was not prepared to admit.

"Yeah, I know she is," the McCall answered, and the two boys made their way to the trunk to get out the supplies. Wren, on the other hand, just sat down on one of the benches. She was going to be referee since she had a fractured wrist. She had a pink cast that all of her friends had signed — even Derek — and it made her realize how very little friends she had. "What about you and Lydia?"

The Stilinski shrugged, "Ah. Well, the 10-year plan for making Lydia fall in love with me may have to stretch to fifteen, but the plan is definitely still in motion."

"Why don't you just ask her out?" Scott questioned curiously as if it were the most easiest thing in the world.

"Yeah, okay," Stiles laughed out when they walked onto the field. "Why don't you just get in the goal and help me make team captain like you promised there, big guy."

He set his stuff down while the werewolf walked to the goal and said, "Hey, you know what I just realized? I'm right back where I started."

"What do you mean?" the sheriff's son questioned, getting ready to play.

"I mean no lacrosse," he explained, looking down at his stick kind of sadly. "No popularity. No girlfriend. Nothing."

The Carter girl, grinning from the bench, added, "And you had all right grades at the beginning, so you're kind of just slowly declining."

"Thanks, Wren," the boy responded sarcastically.

She nodded at him before sending finger guns his way as he rolled his eyes. "Anytime, babe."

"And dude, you still got me and Wren," Stiles pointed out, gesturing to the blonde girl who had just been talking as if that was the first time Scott had noticed they were there.

The McCall shrugged. "I had you guys before."

"And you still got us," the Stilinski boy continued, and the other two-thirds of the trio laughed at him. "Okay, so life fulfilled."

"Yeah, I wouldn't call being friends with Stiles a good accomplishment," Wren winced. "But me, of course."

Scott nodded with a grin, glancing between his two very best friends in the world for as long as he could remember. "Very."

"Now remember, no wolf powers," Stiles reminded the lacrosse team captain as he picked up the ball in his stick. No super fast reflexes, no super eyesight, no hearing — none of that crap, okay? You promise."

"Would you just take the shot already?" the McCall boy groaned exasperatedly.

Finally, Stiles lifted the stick over his head and swung it at the next. The ball flew across the field, about to go in, but Scott sped and caught it anyway. The short-haired boy stared at him in disbelief. "I said no wolf powers!"

"You guys are idiots."