Derek Hale, you just
purchased a brand new pair of red-colored contacts became the new Alpha. What are you going to do now?
DEREK: “I’m going to have crazy, mindblowing, sex with a TV Recapper!”
Greetings Werebangers! Well, the finale of Teen Wolf has come and gone. And the world, as we know it, will never be the same. We’ve seen things we can’t unsee: people with their throats ripped out; corpses tucked in the trunks of cars; skin irreparably burned by twin Molotov Cocktails; a body spewing blood across a hospital bed, like a geyser . . .
. . . and, the most shocking image of all . . . DEREK HALE SMILING!
So, reload that crossbow, toss me a Molotov, and show me your teeth, because it’s time for the FINAL Teen Wolf Recap of the Year . . .
Man, I’m going to miss using this GIF!
(As always, special thanks to the spectacularly brilliant and talented screencapper Andre, for the images you see here. Were it not for all his help, this season, these recaps would probably be filled with nothing more than my LAME words, and a few random promotional stills that I nabbed off MTV.com. 🙂 )
“So . . . ummmmm, Allison. About my New Face . . .”
When we last left those two crazy kids, Allison and Scott, they were contemplating a little quickie in the old school bus . . .
. . . until, of course, that mean ole’ cock block, Papa Argent came, and TRIED TO RUN SCOTT OVER WITH HIS CAR . . .
Damn you, Papa Argent! It’s YOUR fault that this show is only rated “T” for teen!
Once Scott realizes what has happened, he runs off to LITERALLY go howl in the woods . . .
OK, Scott. I know your “devastated,” and all. But is it really necessary to go rolling around in dirt, in your WHITE DRESS SHIRT? What is this . . . the beginning of a Tide detergent commercial?
Having been effectively neutered by his girlfriend’s dad, Scott goes to the vet’s office, so he can “sort out his feelings” along with the other K-9’s . . .
*sniffle, sniffle* “I wish I could just roll over, and play dead.”
As for Allison, she’s more in shock than anything else. Wouldn’t you be, if you found out you were screwing a dog?
Papa Argent hugs his frightened daughter to his chest, and drives her home. Given the state she’s in, he will probably have to wait until tomorrow to get her a rabies shot.
Meanwhile, out on the football field . . .
Road Trippin’ with Uncle Alpha
Stiles is freaking out now, huddled, as he is, over a definitely unconscious Lydia’s limp body.
“Uhh . . . Lydia? I really hope you don’t let this reflect poorly on your opinion of our first date.”
But Uncle Alpha doesn’t seem all that concerned. He has bigger fish to fry than prospectively dead redheads. He wants to find Derek Hale, and he needs Stiles to help him do it. “Why don’t you just kill me, already?” Stiles shouts.
Oh, come on, Stiles! Let’s not be so overdramatic! I mean, Lydia’s a nice girl and all (
Well . . . not really). But she’s not technically your girlfriend yet, is she? So, there’s really no need to go all Romeo and Juliet on us, now. Is there?
After Uncle Alpha assures Stiles that he doesn’t want to immediately kill him, Stiles reluctantly agrees to help him find Derek. However, being the chivalrous gentleman he is, Stiles absolutely refuses to leave Lydia three-quarters dead, in the middle of the football field. (What a guy!) So, Uncle Alpha, ever the resourceful Super Villain, suggests that Stiles call Jackson, and tell him where he could go to pick up his ex-girlfriend, and possibly ex-human.
“Lord, when I asked you for a ready and waiting woman, to fall into my arms, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.”
Chilling out in Stiles’ jeep together, en route to Uncle Alpha’s car (which is located in the parking lot of the mall / grocery store) “sensitive” Uncle Alpha tells Stiles not to worry about Lydia, since there’s a good chance she could come back to life, as a big hairy werewolf. What a refreshing thought, Uncle Alpha! Stiles, of course notes that this would also mean that Lydia
will start sprouting hair in weird, unattractive places, undoubtedly causing Stiles to cough up many a hairball, if and when he sleeps with her will eventually lose control, and try to EAT STILES, at some point, all because she’s having a bad day.
Yeah . . . that wasn’t what I meant.
Uncle Alpha can’t really argue with that assessment, so he starts humming to the tunes on the radio, instead . . .
“My mouth is alive, with juices like wine. And I’m Hungry Like the Wolffffff.”
Over in the parking lot, Uncle Alpha lets Stiles get a peek underneath his hood . . . oops, I mean, in the trunk of his car . . . which is actually the red-headed nurse’s car. “But . . . she’s dead,” exclaims Captain Obvious Stiles, in horror.
Check out the hand. It looks kind of wolfy to me. I guess “getting the bite” doesn’t necessarily promise a long life, now, does it?
“I got better,” remarks Uncle Alpha emotionlessly. (Haha! I like THIS GUY! He’s funny!)
From the stinky corpse-filled trunk, Uncle Alpha extracts a iMac laptop, causing Stiles to wonder whether ALL werewolves are MAC people. (Gee, I wonder how much Apple paid for THAT little advertisement?)
Buy iMac . . . for all your wolfy, human flesh-eating needs.
Now, all they have to do, is type Scott’s iPhone username and password into the computer, and they can figure out where Derek (who has been hanging on to the phone for precisely this purpose), is being held captive. After making a few growled threats, and promising to keep Scott safe, Uncle Alpha eventually gets Stiles to admit that he knows both Scott’s username AND password by heart.
Stiles types both in, and Uncle Alpha hilariously rolls his eyes. “His username is ‘Allison.’ And his password is also ‘Allison‘?” He snorts derisively.
“Apparently, I’ve just let the human equivalent of a tampon into my wolf pack.”
(OK, so, I immediately guessed Scott’s password.
He’s not particularly intelligent, or creative, after all. But that username threw me. I mean, what kind of guy chooses “Allison” for their username? The kind of guy who gets weepy, while watching The Notebook, that’s who!)
“Are you sure you still want him in your pack?” Stiles quips.
Uncle Alpha doesn’t look sure at all. In fact, he’s probably wishing he took Stiles, instead, or Stiles’ dad, or THIS GUY . . .
. . . anybody aside from Schmoopy Scott and his oh-so-creative cell phone passwords!
Within moments, Derek Sexy Pants’ location is revealed. Apparently, Auntie Kate has been keeping him in a dungeon, underneath the guy’s OWN HOUSE, this WHOLE TIME.
I suspect the warehouse was used back in the day, by the family, to prevent themselves from eating their neighbors, during the Full Moon. (How thoughtful!)
Having gotten what he wanted out of Stiles, Uncle Alpha takes the keys to the poor kid’s jeep and smashes them in his hands, so he can’t follow him. He then prepares to strand the poor guy in the parking lot.
Wait . . . how did he get them all to bend in different directions? That’s pretty impressive!
“Oh, so your not going to kill me?” Stiles asks, seeming slightly disappointed, if you ask me.
Uncle Alpha, honestly, seems hurt by the notion that he would kill the most popular character on this show. “When are you going to realize that I’m not the bad guy here?”
“You turn into a giant monster, with red eyes and fangs, and YOU’RE not the bad guy?” Stiles quips. (LOVE HIM!)
“I’m just misunderstood.”
Though clearly played up for humor, this conversation actually brings up a good point about Uncle Alpha. I mean, of course, he’s the Bad Guy! How could a guy morph into something that looks that hideous and not be? And yet, Uncle Alpha is far from the one-note maniac with his heart set on World Domination that we so often see on these types of shows.
Much like the Argents (well, at least Papa Argent . . . there’s no accounting for Auntie Kate the Psychotic Werewolf Slayer), Uncle Alpha has a code to live by, and that code is Vengeance. All his actions throughout the season were geared toward attaining that goal. And while this doesn’t make his actions justifiable, it certainly gives him a valid, and somewhat relateable, motive for his crimes.
So, while WE view Uncle Alpha as a Bad Guy for what he did to Laura Hale . . .
You just don’t come back from something like this . . .
. . . and what he’s TRYING to do to Derek, Scott, and his friends, as viewers, we can definitely see why Uncle Alpha HIMSELF doesn’t see himself as a Bad Guy, but more as a victim, of sorts, turned renegade anti-hero.
In fact, to prove he’s “not a Bad Guy,” Uncle Alpha offers to repay Stiles for all his heart work and support, by BITING HIS ARM OFF!
“Does anybody have any butter?”
That’s right, boys and girls! Realizing that one of his packmembers is this uber sappy emo kid, who’s unhealthily obsessed with his girlfriend, Uncle Alpha has decided that it might not be such a bad idea to do a little additional pack recruiting. And he wants Stiles on his man-eating team.
Just as Derek did with Scott, during the Pilot episode, Uncle Alpha begins to sell Stiles on the joys of being a werewolf. Believe it or not, the “DO YOU WANT THE BITE?” scene was by far my favorite of the episode, and, considering this episode contained within it a heaping helping of Shirtless Derek, that’s saying A LOT!
“Whatchu talkin’ about, Recapper?”
“You know, I bit Scott that night, because I needed a pack, but it could just as easily have been you . . . ” Uncle Alpha begins. (Well, that’s a new piece of information!) “If it doesn’t kill you, which it might . . . you will become like us . . . no more standing on the sidelines watching Scott grow stronger, and more popular . . . watching him get the girl. You two will be equals . . . maybe you’ll even more than that.”
This naughty little puppy is about to get a spanking.
One of the things that makes Uncle Alpha such an intriguing character, is that he is capable of SO much empathy, especially for a villain. (A quality which the female Auntie Kate, ironically seems to almost completely lack.) The reason why Uncle Alpha is so great at manipulating the other characters on this show, is that he has such a deep understanding of them.
He knows that Derek is primarily driven by his guilt over the pain of losing his family. He KNOWS that Scott would pretty much sell out his own mother to protect Allison. And he knows that Stiles, while being predominately driven by loyalty toward his friends, also deep down, must be feeling some resentment toward being forced to the sidelines, as the less intelligent, and less generous Scott is given the opportunity to shine with his newfound abilities, and new hot girlfriend.
You gotta admit, for a socially awkward high school kid, who’s best friend is already a werewolf, accepting Uncle Alpha’s offer sounds like a pretty good idea, don’t you think? (Just ask Jackson.)
“Please bite me
in the ass. I’ll be your best friend!”
Stiles doesn’t say anything at first. He just sort of stands their gawking at Uncle Alpha, like he wants to make out with him, or something. Not one to stand on ceremony, Uncle Alpha grabs Stiles’ arm, and slowly lifts it toward his mouth. But Stiles snatches it back at the last second. “I don’t want to be like you,” Stiles hisses.
(I know it’s random, but I just couldn’t resist.)
Uncle Alpha doesn’t believe Stiles, because apparently his heart was beating faster, when he said the words, “I don’t want,” thereby signifying a lie.
I guess lie detection is another cool party trick werewolves can do! I don’t know, Stiles. It sounds like you are missing out.
Having had his “gift” denied, Uncle Alpha bids Stiles adieu, and heads off in Stiles’ jeep toward La Casa de Old and Decrepit, a.k.a. Derk Hales House . . .
Don’t Mess with Mama Argent!
Back at the Walmart of Guns, Papa Argent is reading Auntie Kate the riot act, for letting the cat out of the bag to Allison about the whole “werewolves exist, and we kill them” thing. (So, I guess this means Papa Argent didn’t expose Scott as a werewolf to Allison, on purpose?)
He’s beginning to question Auntie Kate’s real reasons behind returning to town, and whether she’s adhering to the code, considering she seemed so willing to put a teenager like Scott’s life at risk, even though he’s never spilled any blood, while in wolf form. (Well . . . except maybe Danny’s.)
How soon we forget!
You can tell that Papa Argent is already starting to piece things together, when he notes that Uncle Alpha only seems to be killing those individuals with some connection to the Hale fire. “Well, everyone always blamed us for that,” Kate argues. (UHH HUH! With good reason! Because YOU did it, B*tch!)
Why do I get this weird incestual vibe, everytime I watch these two interact on screen with one another?
Ultimately, Papa Argent punishes Auntie Kate for her insubordination, by benching her from the Game of Kill Alpha, and forcing her to take Allison out of town to ensure that she is safe from any possible retaliatory Alpha acts that might be made against her person, within the next couple of days. Auntie Kate reluctantly agrees, but she does so with a mishievous gleam in her eyes, that seems to suggest that she has other plans for her and Allison, ones that involve a bit less road tripping, and a bit more ass-kicking . . .
I would wipe that smirk off your face, if I were you. In about 15 minutes, you aren’t going to have a throat . . . or a working neck, for that matter.
Upstairs in Allison’s room, her mom is helping her to pack for her little “Please don’t kill me, Mean Werewolf,” excursion.
We’ve really only met mom once or twice this season. But we already know she’s a total WACKJOB, one that makes Auntie Kate look like a pussycat by comparison. (Who would have thought that scary Papa Argent, would end up being the most docile and relatable adult in this family?)
“Who you callin’ DOCILE?”
In addition to her severe haircut, and super frightening alien eyes, Allison’s mom is like a cross between a Stepford Wife, Mommy Dearest, the Wicked Queen in Snow White, and a rabid pitbull. During her scene with Allison she alternates from faux smiling and discussing the weather up north, and what Allison should wear, to screaming at her to keep quiet about all the family secret’s she’s recently learned. Mommy Dearest, indeed . . .
Gross Anatomy (No, really . . . that sh*t’s nasty.)
Just as Uncle Alpha had envisioned, Jackson retrieves Lifeless Lydia from the football field, and carries her back to school to get some help. She is promptly brought to the hospital where, according to the doctors, she seems to be having an allergic reaction of sorts to the bite she received.
“Don’t I look all pretty and angelic, in my hospital bed?”
Outside in the waiting area, Deputy Daddy gives Jackson a good ole’ TVD style wall slam, demanding to know exactly what happened to this teen, who was suppposedly Jackson’s girlfriend.
I suspect Jackson has a pretty good idea of precisely what happened to Lydia. But, of course, he passes the buck, telling Deputy Daddy that maybe he should ask HIS SON, since HE was Lydia’s actual date to the dance, not Jackson.
Now it’s Deputy Daddy’s turn to be near tears. “Somebody better find my song,” he whispers frantically, before finally letting Stiles go.
Entering the hospital with a creepy detached look in her eye is Allison, who’s walking through the hospital halls, like she’s a dude with a hard-on.
I didn’t know there were zombies on this show . . .
She immediately finds Lydia’s bed. And when she places her hand on the glass, Allison envisions Lydia, seizing violently, and shooting blood all across the room.
That was neat, Allison! I want to learn to do that!
Of course, when she removes her hand, Lydia goes back to normal, her bed just as white and pristine, as when the bedsheets were first washed. But hey, just because it was a hallucination on Allison’s part, didn’t make it any less nasty.
When Allison returns to the car, “supportive” Auntie Kate is right there waiting to give her a little snide, “I told you so.”
Why does this picture remind me of a poster for the direct-to-video sequel of Thelma and Louise?
According to Auntie Kate, this is what ALL werewolves do. “They just can’t help themselves . . . yes, even Scott.”
Oh, Auntie Kate, you Shameless Murderer of Young Love, you!
“DIE, ROMANCE, DIE!”
When Stiles finally arrives at the hospital, his father is clearly relieved to see him alive. But still . . . he has some SERIOUS explaining to do, about the whole, “leave your date in the middle of a field to die, after she was bit by . . . SOMETHING” thing. Nevertheless, Deputy Daddy has some important information to share with Stiles. Specifically, he tells him that the person who orchestrated the Hale fire was a woman, currently in her late 20’s wearing a very distinct necklace.
And that’s how Stiles FINALLY fingered Kate . . .
. . . wait . . . that didn’t come out right.
Of course, now that Stiles has returned, everyone seems to be looking for Scott. Deputy Daddy inquires as to his wereabouts, but both Stiles and Jackson remain mum. However, when Papa ARGENT, asks the same question, Jackson, who I will hereinafter refer to as the Little Weiner tha Couldn’t, or Little Weiner for short, cracks under the pressure. (SURPRISE!)
It’s time for more idle threats and wall slams! Yay!
“Pucker up, cutie pie!”
Papa Argent takes this captive audience opportunity to tell Stiles his furry little bedtime story, about the time he had to shoot his rabid werewolf, former best friend in the head. Stiles snarks that Papa should use better judgment selecting friends. Papa fires back, by forcing Stiles to recall the time he was forced to chain Scott to the radiator, during the whole Bad Scott Full Moon episode.
“Memories . . . like the corners of my mind. Misty water colored memmoriesssss, of the way we werreeee.”
In response, Stiles FINALLY lets Papa in on what we’ve known all along, that Auntie Kate was the one who broke the Hunter Bro Code to burn down the Hale House, all those years ago.
Annnnd the plot thickens . . .
Once Papa Argent is done man-handling the kiddies, Stiles and Jackson decide to head off in Stiles’ Porsche to go find Scott themselves, since they are both pretty sure, under the circumstances, that he is hanging out at La Casa de Old and Decrepit with Wolfman Derek.
Scott McCall to the Rescue (I guess there’s a first time for everything!)
We return to the dungeons to find Sexy Wolfman Derek still shirtless . . .
. . . and still being beaten by the Argent Enforcer, Mr. Clean . . . this time, with a bat.
I’ve never been so jealous of a bat before in my life . . .
Scott finds Derek by howling at the moon.
(Because that’s not cheesy at all.)
By the time Scott arrives, Derek has managed to remove enough of his chains to knock out the enforcer. Derek is pretty happy to see his fellow pack member.
“So, this one time . . . at band camp . . .”
But the pair seem to be at a bit of a standstill. You see, Derek wants Scott to help him out of his last restaints, but Scott wants Derek to promise to help Scott rescue Allison first. Having had his own . . . negative experiences with Argents during his teen years . . .
. . . Derek wants Scott to buck up and behave like a wolf. “You are 16-years old . . . you are not in love. You are a CHILD,” Derek growls, even though he can’t really be more than five years older than the “child,” himself.
But then Scott conveniently shows Derek the paper indicating that the Alpha, with the nurse’s help had lured Laura Hale into town to kill her, so that he could become the Alpha. And suddenly a vengeful Derek is right back on the “Help Scott, Save Allison, Kill Alpha Team.” He breaks out of the restraints himself, and the two betas make a run for it . . .
Nice Knowing Ya, Auntie Kate (Well . . . not really . . . but, you know . . .)
Derek and Scott are running around La Casa de Old and Decrepit, when Derek suddenly has the strangest feeling that they are being stalked. Scott suddenly decides to get all META, and tell Derek that by SAYING seems to easy, he’s pretty much GUARANTEEING that bad sh*t will go down.
“NOW, you tell me!”
Cue the entrance of Allison and Kate, and their weird weapons arsenal. Using her archery bow, Allison expertly hits Derek with two silver tipped arrows at Kate’s command.
“WOAH! How did THAT get there?”
She then blows up a tree near Scott to blind and incapacitate him.
Cue the Bad Ass Female Music, as the two women walk in slow mo toward their prey. A whiny squinty Scott continues to proclaim to an angry Allison that despite pretty much lying to her for 11 episodes straight, he really does love her, and has only been trying to protect her this entire time. Kate interrupts this sweet heartfelt moment to tell Allison that it’s time to kill the Betas. Naive Allison is SHOCKED at this suggestion. “I thought you just wanted to catch them,” she exclaims.
Really Allison? Have you met Kate the WEREWOLF SLAYER? Have you been watching the same show we have? Then Kate shoots Derek in the stomach WITH A GUN to prove she’s serious . . .
Then, before Allison can scream “SCOOOOOOOOOT,” she pushes her own niece out of the way, and prepares to put a bullet in our heroes brain.
It’s PAPA ARGENT to the rescue? He reminds Kate that shooting teens is not acceptable. She has gone against the code for the last time. “Put the gun down, or I will put you down,” he threatens, holding a gun in his sister’s face.
(Now don’t you wish you could put THAT sentiment on a Hallmark card for YOUR sister’s birthday?)
This little Fun Family Moment, is interrupted by the ominous opening of the door to La Casa de Old and Decrepit. Scott’s eyes begin to glow. “It’s the Alpha,” he snarls.
Suddenly, the Alpha is circling the Argents at top speed, knocking them to the ground, one by one. It’s pretty darn hilarious, I have to say, particularly when he does it to Allison. (Yes, I’m a total b*tch, I know.) Saving the best for last, he grabs Auntie Kate, and breaks her arm, causing her to drop her only weapon. He then throws her into the Hale House.
Oh, it’s ON!
Allison runs into the house, frantic to save her Aunt, who the Alpha now has by the neck.
Cutest Couple EVER!
For the first time, Auntie Kate looks scared, and vulnerable. She’s no dummy, and knows the end is near for her. Uncle Alpha remarks that Allison and Kate look a lot alike, only Allison is less damaged. (Something tells me, she won’t be “less damaged” for much longer, after witnessing this!) Uncle Alpha then tearfully asks Kate to apologize for killing his entire family. Kate rasps out a sorry. But Uncle Alpha breaks her neck, and rips out her throat, anyway, as Allison looks on in horror.
“I don’t know about you, but that apology didn’t sound very sincere to me,” Uncle Alpha snarls. (You have to admit, he has a point.)
Then the Alpha lunges for Allison. But ta-da! It’s a wolfy Scott and Derek to the rescue. Scott growls for Allison to run. It’s GO TIME!
Werewolf Showdown (Cue the bad CGI Graphics!)
As Uncle Alpha’s face gets all stretchy, weird and Alpha like . . .
This gives the term facelift a whole new meaning . . .
However, Scott and Derek dominate the human transformer, by kicking him, punching him, and doing back flips and karate chops on him. But when Uncle Alpha morphs into his full Alpha mode. All bets are off, and the playing field is no longer even. Uncle Alpha then easily incapacitates Derek for like the 80th time this episode, and stalks out toward the humans, who are waiting for him outside
Rock on, Scooby Gang!
Stiles and Jackson arrive on the scene, just as Uncle Alpha is running through the door.
Though I’m not sure when they had time to make them, each is carrying a Molotov Cocktail. Stiles throws his first. And, in an echo to the “Night School” episode, the Alpha catches it . . .
Chug a Lug, Alpha!
. . . except THAT time the Cocktail was made wrong. This time, it was made CORRECTLY. Thinking fast, Scott throws Allison her crossbow, and she shoots an arrow through the Cocktail, causing it and Uncle Alpha to burst into flames.
“Stop, drop and ROLL, Alpha!”
Jackson then throws HIS Molotov Cocktail to fuel the fire, and Scott needlessly . . . but I guess the writers needed him to do SOMETHING finishes Uncle Alpha off, by kicking him into a nearby tree (Honestly, I’m not sure how he managed to not get burned doing that, but OK.)
The Alpha falls to the ground, looking pretty darn dead. But shockingly he’s not. Cue Derek’s triumphant exit from La Casa de Rich and Decrepit. He walks toward the prone Alpha like a man on a mission.
Scott warns Derek, that if HE kills the Alpha, Scott’s final chance at a cure for his werewolfism is pretty much shot. But Derek isn’t exactly in the mood to listen to reason. He leans over the Alpha, with vengeance in his eyes. “You’ve already made your decision,” rasps the dying, groteque-looking Uncle Alpha. “I can smell it on you,” he concludes, his eyes glowing red for the last time.
And the Derek does it. Using his nails, he takes a big swipe out of Uncle Alpha’s neck, ripping his throat out, just as the Alpha had done to Auntie Kate, moments ago.
His eyes immediately glow red, and his voice starts to get that creepy echo to it. “I’m the Alpha now,” he says triumphantly.
YEAH, YOU ARE!
Amidst all this (Because seeing people with their throats ripped out is SUCH a turn on!), Allison crawls over to Scott, and starts making out with his wolf face. The effect of Allison’s saliva, de-wolf’s Scott. “What did you do that for?” He inquires.
“Because I love you
and I really don’t give a sh*t that my favorite Aunt just died, or that I killed someone, and will, therefore, probably be traumatized for the rest of my life,” Allison replies.
Allison, you DOG F*CKER, YOU!
Cue the schmoopy music. OK, I’m officially gagging now . . .
Lydia’s a WHAT??!
After all is said and done, Scott and Stiles sneak back into the hospital to look in on a resting Lydia. After shutting the creakiest door on the planet behind them . . .
“I really shouldn’t have eaten those beans, before killing the Alpha. WOW!”
. . . the besties examine her wounds, and find, to their shock and awe, that they did not heal, as Scott’s did. This means that Lydia is NOT a werewolf, but . . . wait for it . . . SOMETHING ELSE.”
“Seriously! Her hair is perfect! How did she do that? She must be an ALIEN from Planet Good Hair.”
The Aftermath . . .
The episode ends with the Argents announcing that they have rallied the hunter troops to avenge Auntie Kate’s death, and deal with whatever werewolfy problem is on the horizon for them.
Apparently, having one of their own publicly admonished for KILLING AN ENTIRE FAMILY, including a bunch of innocent kids, is going to make the Argents unpopular in town. WHO KNEW?
Allison doesn’t care though, she’s cuddling on the roof with Scott.
PUSH THEM OFF! SOMEONE PLEASE PUSH THEM OFF! Looking out at the stars . . . and the Full Moon.
QUICK! STRANGLE HER! NO ONE WILL KNOW!
Wait, what? How is Scott human, during a full moon? Is it because Allison is KEEPING him that way WITH HER LOVE (blech!), or does it have something to do with Scott’s “maker’s” death. Only time will tell . . .
In the final scene of the episode, MORON Jackson returns to La Casa de Old and Decrepit to ONCE AGAIN beg NEW ALPHA DEREK to make him into a wolf . . .
And based on the Big Ole Once in a Lifetime Grin, Derek gets on his face, as he comes down the steps, he may just decide to oblige . . .
Bon Appetite, Derek! Now you may EAT!
And there you have it folks, an admittedly predictable, but definitely game-changing end to a surprisingly well-written and acted show’s freshman first season. So, now it’s your turn, Werebangers! What did you think of the finale? Was it all you hoped it would be?
Did you correctly guess: Which two characters would die? Who would turn into a wolf? Who would make out under the stars, while nauseatingly cheesy music blasted in the background?
Drop me a line in the comment section, and let me know!
(P.S. In closing, I just want to say that I’ve had such a great time talking Teen Wolf with all of you, this season! So, to all you brilliant commenters, and loyal lurkers, thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for sharing this surprisingly fun and entertaining show with me. I look forward to doing it all over again with you guys, next summer!)