Don't Let Me Go

The moon shone through the window and illuminated Allison's face. Scott climbed into bed next to her and she rolled into his arms.

"Mmmm."

"What?" Scott asked.

"You're warm." she giggled. "As always."

The air was humid. He didn't want her to be too hot.

"I could move over if you-"

"No." Allison's words cut through the room like a shout. Scott worried she would wake his mother.

Mrs. McCall had been working double overtime and Scott didn't want to wake her after half-heartedly agreed to allow Allison to stay with Scott as long as the door remained open at all times. No exceptions. There was plenty of time to fool around when they were alone, so they had no problems with this rule.

Allison curled further into Scott's arms.

"Don't let me go."

"Mmmm," Scott was at a loss for words so he made the only sound he could.

He never wanted to let her go.

He was perfectly happy with holding her in his arms forever.

The next morning, it was a Pack outing.

Scott hated them because he always had to deal with Jackson. Whether he liked it or not Jackson was now part of the Pack and they had to get along. If it weren't for Stiles coming along Scott would have gone nuts with only Derek to talk to. Allison had Lydia to keep her company so all they did was girl talk which annoyed the Alpha.

The entire pack was now gathered outside the Hale house.

"What are we doing here?" asked Jackson.

Derek gave him a grave look.

"There's some hunters looking for us."

"And by us, you mean…" Lydia never received such a dangerous look that she couldn't return for fear of having her throat ripped out. "Us. Okay." she finished.

"I don't know who they are," Derek continued. "But they're looking for werewolves. And someone tipped them off that I'm the Alpha."

Jackson was confused.

"Then why are we here? Isn't the Hale house werewolf HQ?"

Derek felt safe in his home. It was the most familiar territory he had and enabled him to hold the upper hand at all times. He knew the house like the back of his hand. He knew the terrain of the Hale property just as well. He ignored Jackson and continued.

"We need to make sure that each of us is safe. These hunters aren't known for the code and that's why we need to stick together for the time being. Especially the humans."

Stiles, Allison and Lydia looked at each other.

"Why us?" Stiles hadn't spoken the entire time. His words rang through the hall and reverberated back to him and then he understood. They'd use the humans as bait to get to the rest of the pack.

"So it's agreed. We're all staying here until this matter is resolved."

Derek took Allison aside because she came from a family of Hunters and they could attempt to reason with them better than the Pack could. He had her contact her father and warn him about the hunters coming into their territory and explained their current situation.

Mr. Argent, Allison's father, was the current leader of the Hunters of Beacon Hills. They followed a strict code. Hunt those who hunt us. And for the past few months, the wolves and the hunters remained at peace. The new hunters could force the hand of the Pack if not dealt with using extreme caution.

Snap.

The werewolves of the Pack all perked up.

"Wha-?"

Lydia's words were cut off by the sound of a gun shot ringing through the forest.

Allison screamed, which prompted Lydia to do the same. All of the Pack was now alert and waiting for something to happen.

And something did.

Derek looked at Allison and quickly grabbed her before she fell to the ground.

The smell brought the other wolves to the room, quickly followed by Stiles and Lydia.

Allison had been shot.

"Call an ambulance!" Scott shouted.

Blood was now flowing from her wound.

The bullet entered through her back and barely exited her stomach.

Scott threw Derek from Allison and applied pressure to her wounds the best he could.

"Scott…" her voice was faint.

"Allison!" Scott yelled. "Hang on, help is coming."

"I'm cold." said Allison.

Scott looked to Derek and Derek shook his head.

There was too much blood loss. The Bite would kill her.

"No!" Scott's eyes filled with tears. He pulled her in close and held her tight.

"Please, Scott." Allison pleaded. "Don't let me go. I'm not ready."

Her words were now dry and very weak.

"Please. Don't let me…" Allison's voice trailed as her eyes closed.

She was dead.