Everyone lies. Allison's learned that many times over. Even the people you care about the most -- sometimes especially then. Even now she doesn't know the full truth of the night her mother died, of why Derek had bit her in the first place -- maybe it's better that way.

Needless to say though, it's easy to sneak out, to train when she's not supposed to, when she promised her father she wouldn't anymore. She doesn't really expect anyone else to be out her -- which is why she turns around sharply at the tired voice.

She vaguely recognizes him from the halls of the school. She slowly lowers her bow, hoping she didn't come off as too hostile.

"Thanks."