YOU COULDN'T WRITE IT.

Peter Hale — the man who had saved my life had turned into a revenge-seeking Alpha werewolf. He'd killed his niece 'by accident', however you did that, because he couldn't control himself one night of the full moon. He'd acquired the power from her that he so desperately seeked in order to heal his body completely from the burns that scarred his skin. His taking over in the Alpha title didn't bring him the control he thought it would though. Peter had been comatose for over six years and because of that the full moon had no effect on him. Once his body had slowly started to rejuvenate and heal itself he had no control under the overpowering effects the full moon had on werewolves.

However, even though Peter had killed Laura without an intention he still killed the rest of those men knowing exactly what he was doing. He admitted it to me — that he killed them to avenge the family because all of them had somehow been tied to the fire. It didn't make Peter a good man because what he had done was murder but there was a part of me that understood what he had done. I didn't condone it — not by any means, but I understood.

I felt like the main character in a movie, one that everyone was shouting at for trusting the bad guy. You could call me stupid but I trusted Derek to not let anything happen to me and for some weird and twisted reason I trusted that Peter wouldn't hurt me. He'd saved me from the fire and he also helped me at the video store when I got trapped under the cabinet.

I got willingly into Derek's car and when I saw we'd arrived at the what was once the Hale house I stumbled back into the black Camaro. It was the first time I'd seen the house since the fire and half of it had burnt to the ground. It was once a house that stood proudly in all it's glory but now it was just a sobering reminder of what had happened six years ago. I wasn't surprised when I was ambushed by another memory either but like every one I've had so far it didn't make a lick of sense to me.

Peter had explained to me why he'd done what he'd done and while there was still a part of me that sympathised with him he was still a psychopath who had terrorised me on two occasions. He'd killed all those people — besides Laura — for revenge knowing they were all somehow involved in the fire. I didn't think he knew who had orchestrated it though until I saw the way his face turned when I asked. I decided for a minute that I didn't actually want to know and that knowing would be harder than not knowing. I contemplated stopping him as he opened his mouth to give me the answer I dreaded to hear but as Derek saw my apprehension he shook his head and said to me,

"You might want to hear this."

Peter hesitated, his eyes flickering to Derek momentarily before he looked to me awaiting my confirmation. The only thing that had caused me to agree was the anticipation I felt and so when I nodded I realised there was no backing out.

Sometimes — or in this particular case — ignorance was bliss.

"Kate Argent." He had said and how he'd discovered that was completely unbeknownst to me but for a short while I didn't believe him. I thought he was using her name as a way to pull me further on to his side but when Derek informed me he was telling the truth I was consumed by a combination of immense anger and total disbelief.

I didn't hang around for much longer after that and Derek gave me a ride back into town. I decided to walk to my fathers house, a desperate need to see him residing within me and when I arrived I slammed the door shut so forcefully the house shook.

"Hello?" My dad yelled out, "Chris is that you?"

"Try again." I snapped, my tone harsh as I stormed furiously into the kitchen. I knew my dad would be there, for whatever reason it was where he always was.

When I entered the room I saw him already looking towards the direction of the doorway and he appeared pleasantly surprised, "Ah, there she is." Were his words, "My darling daughter. I was beginning to think you'd ran away or something."

I nodded sarcastically, "Lovely of you to give two shits about me."

His face hardened, "Don't take that tone—"

"—So it's okay for you to talk to me like crap but when I do it it's wrong, huh?" I snapped angrily, narrowing my eyes at him.

He didn't say anything for a few seconds until he decided to change the subject, "I told you not to leave the house."

I scoffed then, "Like I'd actually listen to you."

"You should. I'm your father."

I sucked a harsh breath in and shook my head from side to side in mock contemplation, "I'd say you were more like my guardian than my father at this point. You haven't really took the role well since mom died."

He shook his head as anger flashed across his eyes, "You don't get to talk to me like that."

"And you don't get to lie to me!" I yelled, hitting my hands on the table so hard that they tingled.

I was definitely one for dramatic flare..

"I'm not lying to you. I have no idea what you're talking about Alex."

I rose a brow, "Oh, really? So you don't know that Kate Argent was the one who set the Hale house on fire? The person who was behind mom's death."

My dad's jaw dropped, his face slackening immediately as he heard and digested what I had said. He was consumed by disbelief and he shook his head while trying to force a sentence out only he couldn't. He was at a loss for words.

"You seem so shocked." I noted. I had to admit seeing the look of bewilderment on my dad's face rattled me a somewhat. I was prepared for him to deny it until his was blue in the face — confirming that he already knew of Kate's treacherous actions — but he didn't. Although the more I thought about it the more I realised my dad wouldn't know.. because why would he? There was no way he'd trust and associate with the Argents knowing one of them was responsible for my mother's death.

"I—" He stuttered while he shook his head, "I didn't know— where did you find this out? The fire started because of an electrical fault."

"Did you honestly believe that though?" I asked my dad as I narrowed my eyes somewhat.

He looked deeply concerned as he stood at a loss for words. I don't think I'd ever seen my dad look so rattled before and it convinced me that he didn't actually know that Kate Argent was responsible for the fire.

"I—I had no idea." He said, collapsing into the chair he'd been sitting in previously, "How.. where did you find this out?"

"There are others besides Derek and I who survived the fire." I told my dad, "Laura was on to it but she died before she could figure it out."

My dad met my eyes and his narrowed, "You've been around him again?"

I didn't back down from his angry stare, "Yes. I have."

"You know who the second beta is, don't you?"

"Why would I tell you?" I asked him curiously, "So you can cut them in half like you did Laura?"

"It's the only way to stop them from healing, Alex." My dad told me sternly, "They are dangerous creatures."

"Derek isn't dangerous." I told him nonchalantly, "He hasn't done anything to harm me and neither has the Alpha."

My dad scoffed in bitter amusement, "You're so naive. The Alpha tried to kill you."

I shook my head, "He's never tried to kill me, not once."

"So you know who he is too?"

"I do." I nodded.

"Why won't you tell me?" He asked me, "Who the Alpha or the Beta is?"

"So you can kill them?" I retaliated.

I knew if I told my dad that Peter was the Alpha and Scott was the Beta he'd go out and tell Chris and then they'd kill them both. I didn't agree with Peter killing Laura, nor did I forgive him for driving Scott into trying to kill me and my friends but still. He saved my life once upon a time and for some strange reason I felt a connection to him — I had a connection with him, that was clear now.

And Scott? Why would I tell my dad that my childhood friend was a werewolf. Scott didn't want what he got and all he was doing was trying his very hardest to keep himself safe from the interest of the hunters.

My dad gave me a warning look, "Alex—"

"—No, stop looking at me like that!" I argued, "I don't understand why you want to kill them, dad? Why are you doing this?"

"I'm doing this for the greater good. I'm doing this to make the world a better place." He told me firmly.

"Oh bullshit." I rolled my eyes, "You don't care about the greater good. I know you're only in it because you've got some weird vendetta against the Hale family."

"I've told you before." My dad told me, "That family tore mine apart."

I shook my head in response, wondering just how we'd gone from finding out Kate was behind the reason for mom's death to this.. my dad justifying the actions of the Argent family.

"Are you saying that you agree with what Kate did?" I questioned as I narrowed my eyes.

"Wha— no, of course I'm not." He told me.

"She killed mom." I forced out, my voice low, "And you're acting like you don't even care. You're more bothered in finding out about who the Alpha and the second Beta is."

"I do care Alex, of course a care." He told me firmly.

I nodded then although it was to myself, "It's just.. other things are more important, right?"

His words faltered, lodged in his throat, because he knew that what I had said was right. He couldn't reply to me because he knew I knew anything he had to say would be a lie. It hurt. It hurt a lot that he showed more interest in finding out who the Alpha was than finding out who was responsible for the death of his wife — my mom. I lost all hope in my dad then. I'd truly lost him, hadn't I? He was too consumed in this hunt to kill the wolves in this town and for what? Why was he going after them when the real monster was Kate Argent.

"Why do you hunt werewolves, dad?" I found myself asking, my voice low as tears stung my eyes.

"Because they are the reason my family fell apart." He told me then.

A thought popped into my head and I exhaled shakily, "What if I turned into a werewolf? If I was bitten.. would you kill me?"

He hesitated.

It was all I needed. I knew the truth.

I stepped back as an indescribable feeling tore through my gut. It was painful though, I knew that. My dad.. my own blood.

He must've seen the way my face twisted because he hurried to stand up, reaching his hand out to me, "Alex, no." He shook his head quickly, "I wouldn't-I could never—"

"—Then why did you hesitate?" I asked him tearfully, my voice shattering.

I took a step back, away from my dad while I shook my head. But he only stepped forwards after me, "I wouldn't ever do anything to hurt you, Alex—"

"—Stop lying to me!" I snapped. I was shocked by how high my voice rose as I screamed at my dad but couldn't help it. The anger was pouring through me. I had reached my boiling point by now, sick of my dad feeding me all of these lies. I was hurting though, seeing him hesitate like that was my worst fear.

After my sharp outburst my hands trembled and my breathing was quick, ragged, and I could hear my heart pumping loudly in my chest. I never broke the eye contact between my dad and I and I watched as his eyes widened entirely. He was suddenly speechless and his jaw had dropped somewhat but for what reason I was unsure of.

"You—" He swallowed, "—We need to go."

I narrowed my eyes in confusion and shook my head, "What? I'm not going anywhere with you."

"You are." He told me firmly and he walked towards me, "Now."

When he reached out to grab my wrist I pushed him away from me, already knowing what was coming. We were going to have a repeat of what happened that night at the school after Peter had trapped us and I wasn't willing to go through that again. This time I was going to stand up for myself.

I didn't expect my dad to stumble several steps back though and I watched as he fell back into the kitchen counter with a shocked expression on his face. I was upset though and I didn't really take much notice of how hard I had pushed him.

"You don't get to boss me around anymore, dad." I told him, my voice shaky, "I'm done with it."

"Alex, please." He said to me then, "You need to come with me."

I shook my head, "I don't have to go anywhere with you."

"But your ey—" He cut himself off and instead pleaded me with his eyes.

"My what?" I asked him and lifted and dropped my arms.

"It doesn't matter." He said after that, leaving me still non the wiser as to what he had to say.

I sighed heavily and shook my head, "I'm leaving." I told him before turning and heading for the door. He protested though, yelled my name after me but I didn't listen. Instead, I walked out of the front door and slammed it behind me, getting into my car and reversing out of the driveway as he followed me outside and just before he had the chance to jump in front of me I sped off down the street. I didn't look back, I just headed down the road and towards Stiles' house, ready for the earful I was probably about to get from him for leaving with Peter and Derek after the game.

I didn't get very far though. I was almost half way to Stiles' when my car started to chug violently, a warning sound beeping wildly at me. I swore out of frustration and pulled over, my engine management light blinking rapidly and just as I rolled the car to a stop it cut out completely. I sat back in my chair in frustration, closing my eyes and taking deep breaths as I thought about how inhumanly unlucky I was.

When I opened my eyes again after however long I grabbed my phone to send a text to Stiles asking for his help. I sent him my location just as my phone died and I tossed my phone back on to the passenger seat. I couldn't help but laugh but it wasn't out of humour. It was a laugh of complete disbelief and almost sarcastic. How I'd managed this tonight was beyond me but I wasn't at all surprised.

After all, everything came in threes.

I took my belt off and opened my door before pulling the lever to pop the hood of my trunk and getting out. I shivered under the cold and bitter chill that had settled in the air tonight but remained thankful for the thick coat I was still wearing. With a sigh I pulled the hood of my car up and set the bar up to keep it there while I looked around to see what was wrong with my car.

The truth was I had no idea what I was looking for. I guess I was hoping that the problem would be flashing at me or would present itself but why would it do that? That would be making things easy for me and luck didn't allow things to be 'made easy' for me. Looking for whatever was wrong was futile really because I'd never figure it out and I leaned on the hood, dropping my head and sighing in despair.

I heard the sound of a car rolling to a stop behind mine, their breaks squeaking slightly and their lights illuminated my car. When I looked around my car to see who had pulled up I found myself shrinking away, the lights exceptionally bright. They almost blinded me but I knew it wouldn't be Stiles. Yeah, he drove fast but I had to have only texted him two or three minutes ago. Unless he was already out and near me there was no way he'd of gotten here this quickly.

I faintly saw the car door opening and I heard it close, a figure walking towards me but I still couldn't make them out. They drew closer to me though and it was then that I could see them properly.

My heart almost burst in anger and for a minute I didn't know what to do with myself. It took me a short while to compose myself and when I had I had to remind myself to calm down and act natural despite how I felt about the person standing in front of me.

There was no way it was coincidental though, she had to have been following me.

"Hi, you look like you need some help." She smiled at me and though she displayed a good grin I saw straight through it. It was too nice, "I'm Kate."

I nodded as curtly as I could, "Alex." I replied although I already knew she most likely knew of my name.

"Alex?" She replied shocked as she pointed at me, "As in Alex my nieces best friend?"

No, Alex as in the girl you almost murdered six years ago.

"Yeah." I forced myself to nod, "That's me."

She chuckled then, "You know Allison talks about you all the time." She told me.

I nodded. I knew that she didn't just know me through Allison though. She would know me through my dad, without a doubt, and if that were the case she'd know that I associated myself with Derek and then with not only the second Beta but the Alpha too.

"So what's up?" She asked me, nodding to my car, "I happen to know a thing or two about cars, do you mind?"

I took a small step back and shook my head, "Feel free."

She walked the remainder of the way over then and got out a flashlight, turning it on and shining it over the inner workings of my hood. I remained silent as she looked, whether she was genuinely looking it over or just pretending I wasn't sure but I didn't say anything.

"Do you know what's wrong with it?" She asked me.

"No." I replied flatly as I crossed my arms over my chest and looked around. I was begging for Stiles to arrive now and rescue me. The longer I stood here the more infuriated I became. It was beyond me how she could act so innocently, as if she had no idea that she'd killed my mom and with every passing second the temptation to hit her head off my car's battery grew.

"Damn." She muttered, "I can't see anything, was it playing up before?"

"I haven't used it in a while." I told her.

She hummed, "That might be it." She said then before turning to glance up at me, "How did you get to the game if you haven't used it in a while?"

I arched my brow questioningly at her before replying, "Stiles' dad."

"The Sheriff?" She asked me before nodding, "You didn't go home with him though did you? I only know because Scott asked Allison if she'd seen you after the game had finished."

"No, I got a ride." I replied shortly.

"And you didn't tell him?" She asked me.

I narrowed my eyes somewhat as she grilled me. I couldn't say I appreciated all her questions and when she saw I wasn't going to give her an answer she sighed shortly and stood upright in front of me. She gestured down to my car, "I think you'll have to call a tow truck in the morning, I can't find the problem."

"Yeah, I will." I nodded flatly.

"I can give you a ride if you need one?" She offered, "I'm heading home, don't mind dropping you off wherever you need to be."

"I'm all right thanks." I said while shaking my head, "I called Stiles before, let him know I had some trouble. He said he was on his way."

"Are you sure?" She insisted, "It's just I'm here now and it could—"

I was saved by a third car pulling up but this time it drove by Kate and I and parked in front of me. I recognised it at Stiles' Jeep and I exhaled somewhat in relief as it parked up and both Scott and Stiles got out.

"Hey, Alex." Scott said to me and I could see he was putting on a smile, "We're here to rescue you."

"Yeah, did someone say car trouble?" Stiles remarked after that although his tone seemed a tiny bit forced.

I looked away from them both and turned to Kate, giving her a forced smile as I closed the hood of my car, "Thanks for stopping to check on me but I'm going to get going."

She nodded and her once fake smile had been wiped completely off of her face. Instead she seemed annoyed as she looked to my two saviours, "It's no problem." She said, "Just trying to help a girl out."

I pressed my lips together and walked over to Scott and Stiles, locking my car as I walked away. I met Stiles' eyes as I headed to climb into the Jeep through his side and saw how annoyed he appeared. I leaned up on my tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his cheek while grabbing his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. Scott was watching us as we interacted and I moved to climb into the Jeep saying to them both, "Get in, we need to talk."

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I'd learned that Kate and Chris suspected Jackson to be the second Beta as they'd spotted the scabs in the shape of claw marks on the back of his neck at the game. They were already on to him too, surveying him closely in an attempt to catch him out. We knew it would only be a matter of time before they moved in to try and kill him as well. I guess you could say I was feeling a tad stressed out and still reeling over the fact that my own dad would kill me if he discovered I was a werewolf.

Like I'd expected I got quite an earful from Stiles but I only gave him one in return. He'd not shown up to the game and asked me to lie to his dad about it too so I guess we both had bones to pick with each other. We weren't angry with one another though, both just anxious the other was all right and save for the small lump in between Stiles' eyes from where Derek had hit his head off his steering wheel we were both okay.

We were just trying to figure out a game plan now before things got to the point where they would be out of our hands. We needed to find a way to stop Peter and get the Argents off of Jackson's back but that was looking slim after Chris had arrived to Jackson's aid earlier on today and he all but shit himself.

The one thing that we didn't think we'd have to figure out was stopping Melissa McCall from going out on a date with Peter Hale though. I didn't think we'd have to face that one and when Scott called Stiles to ask for our help I fell off the bed in shock as he told us what was going on. Peter was now using Melissa to get to Scott, blackmailing him with her notion of turning her to get Scott to join the pack and it did not sit well with me. In fact I was furious among other things. Stiles and I ran down the stairs to his Jeep so quickly the both of us nearly tripped and toppled down them.

Stiles, as always, sped around town trying to look for the car Scott had told us Peter was driving. The both of us had our eyes peeled as we drove down almost every street in Beacon Hills. We were nearing the outskirts of town almost when I saw the parked Ford and hurried to point it out to Stiles.

He shook his head before glancing over to me, "Are you wearing your seatbelt?" He asked me.

I furrowed my brows as I met his eyes fleetingly, "Why?"

"You are." He noted before he sighed, "Oh god I'm going to regret this."

"Stiles, what—" Although as I turned to look back out towards the stationary car I noticed we were approaching it and not slowing down. I caught on to Stiles idea and I reached up to grab on to the handle on the roof of the Jeep while cringing back into my seat.

We weren't going moderately fast, in fact we were only travelling at around ten miles per hour but as the front of Stiles' Jeep collided with the back of Peter's Ford I jolted forwards on impact. Stiles and I sat back in our seats after the collision and we both turned to look at each other at the same time.

"Your dad is going to kill you." I told him.

He nodded once at me as the passenger door to the Ford opened, "Not if Melissa doesn't kill us first."

"Good point."

"Oh are you kidding me? Stiles!" I heard her yell in frustration.

The both of us undid our seatbelts, climbing out of the car and I noticed the line of cars that had piled up behind us.

"Ms. McCall?" Stiles questioned as he feigned surprise.

"Yes." She sighed in annoyance.

Stiles closed the door to his Jeep, "Wow, this is.. this is just crazy. What a coincidence, huh?"

I noticed Peter climbing out of the car then and he glared somewhat heatedly at Stiles. He turned his back to him and Melissa then and it started to rain lightly as I made my decision to walk round his car to approach him.

I arched my brow in annoyance as he met my gaze and in a quiet tone I snapped, "Are you out of your mind?"

Peter — however — didn't seem phased and he shook his head with an amused chuckle, "Far from it actually."

"That woman is like a mother to me and god forbid I need one after what happened to mine!" I snapped at him lowly, "What is going on in that thick head of yours to make you think about doing this to Scott.. to me."

Peter didn't flinch, he didn't show any ounce of remorse and nonplussed he shrugged, "I'm simply trying to convince Scott to join my pack."

I slapped Peter's shoulder, completely unaware of my actions, "Well then find a different way to do it — one that doesn't involve his mom you asshole!"

He frowned but he wasn't hurt by the insult, "Oh come on now Alex." He tutted, "I thought we were on good terms."

My eyes grew so wide I was sure they nearly fell out of my head, "Good terms?!" I exasperated, "What in the world makes you think we're on good terms? You terrorised me twice! Not once, but twice!"

"Yes, yes. I get it." Peter nodded, "But I thought—"

"—You think just because you told me who started the fire makes me think I'm going to be on your side?" I questioned him, "You're very wrong, Peter."

"I mean, I do not know what happened." I heard Stiles say over Peter and I's silence, "You guys came out of nowhere."

"Came out of nowhere?" Melissa gaped incredulously, "We were parked on the side of the road, Stiles!"

"He holds a very close place in Scott's heart doesn't he?" Peter blurted then. I frowned in confusion and turned to see him looking over to Stiles. It didn't take me long to understand what he was insinuating and a flaming hot anger seeped through my veins quickly.

"Don't even think about it." I seethed quietly.

Peter didn't seem to be listening to me as he continued, "I can imagine if Stiles were apart of the pack Scott would have no choice but to join."

"And what makes you think Stiles would join the pack, huh?" I asked in a duh tone, "There's no way on this earth—"

"—If you were in it." Peter told me simply, his cold eyes meeting mine.

I froze quickly, straightening and I shook my head, "Derek wouldn't—"

"—Derek wouldn't be able to do anything about it."

I couldn't think of a response. My mind was too busy swirling with the notion of actually being a werewolf and how my dad would hunt me down. It was like a nightmare — my own personal nightmare — and it was sick and twisted. I slowly took a step back away from Peter, my body rigid and not from the cold. I didn't even dare turn my back to him. I knew he wouldn't bite me here in front of all of these people but I was suddenly so terrified of him.

I forced my legs over to Stiles as Melissa continued to yell at him angrily and I grasped his hand, threading my fingers through his and squeezing tightly. I curled my other arm around his and hugged into him, my gaze on the floor as Peter followed me over. I noticed Stiles as he halted in his fast paced words, feeling him looking down at me and he squeezed my hand in return before he hurried to carry on talking to try and stall this date some more.

"We should probably call the cops, do like an accident report thing." He suggested.

"I don't think that's necessary." Peter interrupted him.

"Are you sure?" Stiles pressed, "I think I'm feeling a little whiplash."

"Whiplash!?" Melissa exasperated, "You hit us!"

With his free hand, Stiles reached up and rubbed the back of his neck, "I don't know, there's definitely something wrong with my neck."

"We're really sorry Melissa." I choked out then, finding my voice again, "We were arguing — it was my fault, I started it. Stiles turned to look at me and then we crashed. It was an accident."

I spilled out the lie before I could even think to process how believable it was. I held Melissa's gaze the entire time I spoke to her, seeing both frustration and what I thought to be disappointment in her eyes. She thought that Peter was genuinely interested in her and that she was going on a real date. I felt horrible that we'd ruined this for her but we had to otherwise Peter would have turned her into a werewolf.

Melissa sighed heavily and she swayed side to side, transferring her weight before she happened to glance down at Stiles and I's hands. I watched as her brows furrowed lightly in what seemed to be confusion before she lifted her gaze back to us. She gave us both a pressed smile, "It's all right, don't worry about it."

Stiles nodded and he pointed back to the Jeep, "Do you.. uh, do you need a ride home?"

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A/N; I finished season 1 the other day and while I'd love to post the three remaining chapters I need back up chapters. The thing with me is that I won't post the chapter previous to the one I'm working on if it's the only one left in my drafts. I need chapter in my drafts — they're like my safety blanket. But anyways, season 1 is done and I am very happy with the outcome of it too! I can't wait for you all to read it.