After returning to the school and discovering that Peter Hale had removed the engine from Blake's car, Stiles and Blake ran to the hospital.

"Is she going to be okay?" Stiles questioned, anxious to find out if the girl he had a crush on since forever was alright.

"They don't know," Stiles' father sighed.

"Did you see anything?" The sheriff asked. "I mean, do you have any idea who or what attacked her?"

Stiles glanced at Blake before shaking his head. "No. No, I have no idea."

If Stiles told his father that Lydia was attacked by Peter Hale, he would have to explain everything about the supernatural to make his answer less crazy.

"What about Scott?"

"What do you mean? What about him?"

"Did he see anything?"

"What do you - is he not here?"

Blake and Stiles both thought that Scott would be here at the hospital checking on Lydia.

"What are you talking about? I've been calling him on his cell phone. I've gotten no response," Sheriff Stilinski explained.

"Yeah, you're not gonna get one," Stiles mumbled.

Sheriff Stilinski was now currently rambling to Stiles about an old arson case, or, the Hale house fire.

"All we know is that she had a very distinctive - what do you call it?" Sheriff Stilinski began, describing a woman who was a key witness to the arson. "A pendant!"

Stiles scoffed. "What the hell's a pendant?"

"Stiles, do you go to school?" Sheriff Stilinski exclaimed, questioning his son's stupidity. "A pendant! A pendant! It's a necklace. Now, can I answer the phone?"

"Yes," Stiles nodded.

"Thank you."
_

The two continued on their way out of the hospital before they were stopped by Jackson Whittemore.

"Hey, where are you guys going?"

"To find Scott," Stiles answered.

"You don't have a car," Jackson stated.

"I'm aware of that. Thank you," Stiles mumbled.

"Here, I'll drive," Jackson offered. "Come on."

"Look, just because you feel guilty all of a sudden doesn't make it okay, all right? Half of this is still your fault."

"Stiles, come on," Blake sighed. "He just wants to help."

Jackson glanced at the girl, silently thanking her.
"Look, I have a car. You don't. Do you want my help or not?"

Stiles looked at Blake for an answer who nodded.

"All right," Stiles groaned. "Did you bring the Porsche?"

Jackson nodded. "Yeah."

"Good. I'll drive."

"I'm glad we're all friends here," Blake smiled sarcastically. "But can we leave now?"

The two boys nodded and turned to leave.

However, they were once again stopped in their tracks.

"Are we ever going to get out of here?" Blake groaned to herself.

"I was wondering if you can tell me where Scott McCall is," Chris Argent smirked.

Blake crossed her arms over her chest, growing protective of her brother. "Why do you want to know?"

Two hunters standing behind Chris took a step forward, however, Blake wasn't fazed by them in the slightest.
Okay, maybe a little. Or a lot.

"I'm trying to help him," Chris replied but Blake could tell that it wasn't the help Scott wanted.

"You can help us-" Blake pointed at her, Stiles and Jackson. "By letting us leave."

"All I want is to know where Scott McCall is," Chris explained.

"And I would like to leave," Blake retorted.

"We'll let you leave when you tell us where Scott is."

Stiles shrugged. "I haven't seen him since the dance. Jackson, you?"

"I-" he stuttered.

Blake pinched the bridge of her nose. She thought bringing Jackson would be a good idea but she was beginning to think she was wrong.

"Oh, for the love of God," Stiles mumbled.

Blake winced as the two hunters and Chris grabbed the three teenagers and threw them into an empty room before locking the door.

"Let's try this again." Chris cocked his head to the side. "Where is Scott McCall?"

After getting no reply, Chris grabbed Stiles by the collar and pinned him up against the door. The two hunters had a tight grip on Blake and Jackson.

"Let me ask you a question, Stiles. Have you ever seen a rabid dog?"

"No. I could put it on my to-do list, if you just let me go," Stiles answered.

"Well, I have," Chris announced, loosening his grip on Stiles' shirt. "And the only thing I've ever been able to compare it to is seeing a friend of mine turn on a full moon. Do you wanna know what happened?"

"Not really. No offense to your storytelling skills."

"He tried to kill me, and I was forced to put a bullet in his head.," Chris explained, smacking Stiles on the forehead. "The whole while that he lay there dying, he was still trying to claw his way toward me, still trying to kill me, like it was the most important thing he could do with his last breath. Can you imagine that?"

"No. And it sounds like you need to be a little bit more select-"

"Did Scott try to kill you on the full moon?" Chris asked, interrupting the sarcastic teen. "Did you have to lock him up?"

"Yeah, I did. I had to handcuff him to a radiator. Why? Would you prefer I locked him in the basement and burned the whole house down around him?"

"I hate to dispel a popular rumor, Stiles, but we never did that," Chris denied.

"Oh, right," Stiles nodded. "Derek said you guys had a code. I guess no one ever breaks it."

"Never."

"What if someone does?"

"Someone like who?"

"Your sister."
_

Blake stared at the Molotov cocktail in her hand. They were approaching Derek's house in Jackson's Porsche.

"Are you sure this is going to work?" Blake questioned, hesitantly.

Stiles nodded. "It worked before."

"I mean, it didn't really, but sure," Blake muttered before facing Stiles. "Peter's survived a burning house. There is no way a few Molotov cocktails are going to do much harm."

"It'll do enough," Stiles declared.

"I don't know how I feel about this," Jackson announced.

"All you have to do is throw it!" Stiles groaned.

"And if it doesn't work, Peter is going to throw me a hundred yards into the woods!"

"Relax," Blake assured. "It would only be about ten."

Jackson's eyes widened at her statement. "Was that supposed to make me feel better?"

"No, but if you want, we can all go out for ice-cream afterwards," Blake exclaimed sarcastically. "Does that make you feel better?"

"Okay, okay, okay!" Stiles yelled. "We're here. Just stay quiet until I give you the signal."

"What's the signal?"

Stiles thought for a second. "A bird call?"

Blake groaned. This was going to be a complete disaster.

"Stiles?" Blake called.

"Yeah?"

"There are three werewolves here and one of them is an alpha. Don't you think they can already sense we are here?" Blake yelled frustratedly.

"Oh," Stiles mouthed. "Okay! New plan!"

"Which is?" Jackson questioned.

"Just throw it and hope for the best!"

Stiles rushed out of the car after beeping the horn and threw the glass bottle in his hand at the alpha.

Unfortunately, the alpha caught it with ease.

"Oh damn," Stiles grumbled.

"We are so screwed," Blake stated, joining Stiles and Jackson outside. Allison, Chris, Peter, Derek and Scott were all scattered outside the Hale house,

"Allison!" Scott shouted, throwing Allison her bow.

Allison caught it and fired an arrow at the Molotov cocktail in the alpha's hand. The alpha's left arm went up in flames.

Blake shielded her eyes from the explosion but shortly after she threw her Molotov cocktail at the alpha along with Jackson.

The alpha stumbled backwards, flames erupted from all over its body. The alpha shifted back to its human state as it hit the ground. Peter Hale lay on the cold ground, struggling to move.

For a moment, Blake felt sorry for him. He already suffered like this when the Hale house was set on fire six years ago.

Derek stood up and walked gingerly to his uncle.

"Wait!" Scott yelled. "You said the cure comes from the one who bit you. Derek. If you do this, I'm dead. Her father, her family. What am I supposed to do?"

Blake didn't need werewolf abilities to know that Derek was lying.

"You've. Already. Decided," Peter stuttered. His breathing was ragged. "I can smell it on you!"

"Wait! No, no!"

Derek raised his arm, his claws out.

"Don't!"

Derek brought his arm down across Peter's neck as Peter let out his final breath.

Relief flooded Blake. Peter was officially dead. However, she felt helpless towards her brother. He had to live with these strange abilities for the rest of his live. He had to live with being a werewolf.

Derek stood up, his eyes burning red. His face glowing under the light of the full moon.

"I'm the Alpha now."

And that is it ! The final episode of Season 1 ! I have no idea about what I'm going to do in the sequel or if I'll even do one.

I know you were all hoping for some kind of Derek and Blake reunion (and so was I) but I just didn't feel that it fitted in with what was happening.

I have been working on an epilogue but I don't know whether to publish it or just leave the story here. If I do decide to post it, it will be posted on Valentine's Day because I have nothing better to be doing that day :(

But, for now, goodbye ! X