The sound from the ATVs climbs through the woods. They can hear them coming and no matter how fast they run, those vehicles are still closing in on them. They had chosen to run. To leave Derek and find a new pack. To have someone that might keep them safe, that didn't have so many other things to be concerned with.

They haven't made it that far, though. They're being chased by hunters. The clearing seems to be their chance, but instead the arrow finds her and forces her to the ground. Her body slams hard, hands stinging from the impact of the cold hard ground. She looks up to Boyd, screaming for him to run, to get out of there.

Erica turns, her body twisting her body as the hunter approaches her. She's seen Allison countless times before. In the halls since she arrived. In gym class. Now, she's someone else. Approaching her with a hard edge and intent to harm.

Her breathing is heavy, labored as her fist curls around the shaft of the arrow and she snaps it off. The tip still lodged deep in her thigh. Allison draws down on her, and she knows this is it. She knows that her days of running are gone.

The arrow flies loose and she ducks, trying to avoid it, but it never hits. It's halted by Boyd who returned to save her. It doesn't matter. Allison lets another arrow fly and it lands to Boyd.

Another. Another. Another.

Four arrows stuck into her best friend. She pleas with Allison. Begs her to stop. "Please, Allison -- stop!"

Erica sees Allison smirk and another is let loose. Another.

Another.