The alpha who had killed several in Beacon Hills had been identified and Allison was the hunter who finally tracked him down. He was surprisingly enough, a werewolf named Peter Hale. According to her father, when the Hale family perished in a fire, Peter had been the sole survivor. He had been left with a body so broken that not even werewolf healing could bring him out of his coma. He had been in a comatose state for years, well, until he had surprisingly risen.

She had him in the middle of the woods. Her father wasn't close enough and she had to go for him. She saw the wolf tracks near a tree and drew out her bow and arrow. She was extremely eager to end him, to spare more innocent blood from being shed. It didn't take long for her to find him, in full alpha form. He growled, but then to her surprise, turned back into a handsome yet disfigured man.

"Allison Argent," he said with a slight smile. "I believe that you're here to kill me."

"I believe that I am," she said as she pointed the arrow at his throat. He was definitely unhinged. There was no secret about that. Allison definitely had a hard time killing him, especially as he was in human form, but she had to do what she had to do. Her father had told her that with this life came sacrifices and that not every kill would feel good, even if it was justified. She drew back the crossbow.

Out of nowhere, Lydia appeared, launching herself in front of the man. "Allison, no!" she yelled.

"Lyds," Allison said, her arrow never wavering in its point at Peter Hale. He was the alpha werewolf who had been causing all of the terror in Beacon Hills. He had to die. What the hel was Lydia doing in the middle of the forest at night? The girl wasn't stupid. "Lydia, you don't know what he is."

"I do," Lydia said, looking at her with big, imploring eyes. "He's my alpha."

Her heart stopped beating for a minute. When it started beating again, the beat was painful. "You're a werewolf?" she asked.

"Indeed she is," Peter answered for Lydia. "She's a werewolf and a damned good one at that."

"I'm sorry Allison…" Lydia said.

Allison couldn't help the devastation that washed over her. She shook her head, tears filling her eyes. Lydia was her best friend and Allison was absolutely in love with her. Allison felt a pain in her heart so deep that she did the stupidest possible thing that she could do. She ran.

She ran as hard and fast as she possibly could. She was going to go home, but the moment she got there decided that she couldn't face her family, knowing she'd nearly killed the alpha but hadn't. Instead she just got into her car and drove as far as she could, up onto one of the local hills. She couldn't stop crying as she drove, so she eventually stopped at a roadside rest stop.

She had fallen so hard for Lydia over the past couple of months. It had been four months since she'd come to Beacon Hills and she and Lydia had been good friends since her first day. Lydia was strong, confident and had broken up with her boyfriend Jackson because she was fed up with him treating her like crap. There was a lot of tension between the two of them and Allison was certain that Lydia was just as attracted to Allison as Allison was attracted to Lydia. She had always hoped that the two of them would end up dating one another.

She eventually drove home. She debated telling her father or her aunt about Lydia, but decided that he couldn't. They would both want to kill her too – shouldn't Allison want to kill her? Allison swallowed at the dark thoughts in her head. She got out of the car and walked inside of the house, taking a deep breath.

"Allison, where were you?" demanded her father harshly. "We were trying to call for you. You took off into the woods and then we came back and your car was gone. How were we to know that he didn't…"

Allison brushed past her father. "I missed my chance dad," she said softly. "I had him and I missed him. I was ashamed so I went for a drive. I am so sorry. Can I just please go to my room and blow off some steam? I'm really…really upset." Before her father could say anything she went right past him. She headed upstairs to her room and locked the door behind her, closing her eyes. She sat down on her bed.

It wasn't that long until there was a knock on the door, a harsh knock. It wasn't her dad, however. "Allison, open up or I'm gonna break the door down." She sighed at her aunt's voice. She loved Kate with all of her heart, but she didn't want to talk about this right now. Knowing that her aunt meant the threat, she opened the door.

"What happened tonight, kiddo?" the woman asked, walking into the room and making herself absolutely comfortable. Allison was pretty sure that Kate had never heard of personal space.

"I'm sure that dad told you," Allison said softly.

"He did," Kate said sincerely. "I have a strange feeling, however, that this isn't the whole story. Am I right sweetie?"

"Not really," Allison lied. "It's just something I've been thinking about lately that really bothers me. Aunt Kate, do you think that werewolves can be good people? I mean, I know that there's a code and we don't do anything to them unless they kill…but…you and dad, everyone seems to think that they can't."

"I used to think they could be," Kate said, looking up at Allison with a sincere expression. "I thought that I was in love with one of them once upon a time. I think, though, that as human as they are, the animal inside of them always wins."

"I see."

Kate got up then and wrapped both arms around Allison, giving her a tight hug. "Don't worry about missing out on the alpha, sweetpea," she said. "We're not going to let another person die at the hands of that monster. Get some sleep and everything will be okay in the morning, I promise."
"Thanks Aunt Kate."

With that her aunt walked out of the room. She left Allison lost and confused as she'd ever been in her life.