Hunted
Chapter 1
Allison looked up from her glass of water to stare out the window of her second-story bedroom. The clock on her nightstand read 8:54, and the moon was beginning to rise over the trees on the horizon. When Allison had first moved to Beacon Hills with her parents, that moon had meant nothing to her. But ever since her father had told her their family's secret, she realized the moon was more powerful than anything else that existed in Beacon Hills, or all of California for that matter.
She shivered and pulled her blanket up higher around her. Tomorrow was the full moon, and she had to prepare for it. Derek Hale, the alpha werewolf of the pack there in her town, may not be the biggest threat - but the new wolves he was determined to make might be a problem. They couldn't control themselves once the moon rose, unlike their alpha, Scott, or Isaac.
Scott. Allison sighed and leaned her head against the wall, still staring out the window, taking slow sips of her water. She still had feelings for Scott and she was ninety percent sure he felt the same, but she knew it would never work. With him at the center of every supernatural disaster that had happened so far, her father didn't trust him and she wasn't sure she did either. She would always feel something for him, but she knew it would never work out because he took the responsibilities of Derek and the rest of his pack and made them his problems, and if she stayed with him, she was afraid he would die for her one day.
Isaac was a whole other story. In the beginning, she had seen him as another rabid animal that needed to be put down. But things had changed, and now she looked at him as... as... she wasn't even sure what. She wasn't even sure if he reciprocated the feeling either. She just knew it was there, and it wasn't going away any time soon.
Allison turned and set the empty glass on her desk, tossing the blanket off of her shoulders and stripping down until she was in nothing but her underwear. When she was done redressing in her most comfortable pajamas, she climbed into bed, grabbing a book from the shelf nearby. She tried to read, but her mind wandered. What were Scott and Derek and Isaac doing right now? How was Lydia, ever since she realized she was something more than human? What was going through her father's head, now that she had told him she didn't want to give up hunting, she wanted to keep training?
Eventually the book collapsed onto the nightstand, and she turned off her lamp, curling over onto her side and drifting off into a deep sleep.
The chirping of morning birds woke Allison up, and she groggily turned over and read the time on her clock: 6:02. Time to get up and be social. She groaned and collapsed back onto her pillows, not quite ready to face a long day of school and a long night of danger.
A knock came on her door. "Allison?" her father called hesitantly. When she grunted, he stuck his head in the doorway and leaned around the corner so that he could see her. "Time for school. Breakfast is on the table but I won't be eating. I'm starting my day early and getting some errands done. If you need anything, call me; otherwise, I'll see you when we both get home later." And with that, he closed the door behind him, and Allison threw off the covers, climbing out of bed to get ready.
Once she had eaten breakfast, dressed, and prepared for school, she took one last look in the mirror. Some last-minute concealer covered up the giant purple spots under her eyes, and with that, she strode out of the door, grabbing her keys on the way.
She blasted Lana Del Rey and drove slightly over the speed limit, opening all the windows and letting the crisp autumn air brush against her face. She felt good surprisingly, and she held onto the feeling all the way to school.
Even after she'd arrived, visited her locker, and was on her way to her first class, she still felt relatively happy. That quickly changed when she walked into chem, of course, because her teacher hated everyone, but she still managed to keep a smile on her face as she sat down next to her smaller lab partner and said good morning.
The whole day basically flew by until lunch. When she walked into the cafeteria, the first thing she noticed was Scott and Stiles, sitting close together, Stiles speaking urgently and quickly to Scott with the occasional sarcastic roll of his eyes. Probably discussing the full moon, if she had to take a guess. She snuck a glance at Boyd and Erica, who became friends after Derek turned them both. Allison still wasn't sure if she trusted them, but she couldn't do anything to them without proof, nor did she want to do anything to them. So she settled with averting her eyes and taking a seat next to Lydia.
"Hey, Allison, what's up?" Lydia asked, her usual ditsy, perky self.
Allison shrugged. "Nothing, just kind of worried about the full moon tonight. Stiles and Scott seem like they're freaking out a bit, and Erica and Boyd look calm as ever, and I don't know which scares me more." She looked up at the other tables. Scott and Stiles were still talking, Boyd was still eating, but Erica was looking straight at her. Upon seeing her, Erica raised her eyebrows as if to say "I heard that."
Lydia noticed too, because she said, "We don't care if you hear us. It's not a big secret, is it? You can stop eavesdropping now and get back to your wolfy conversations with your buddy there."
A dark look crossed Erica's face, but her attention was quickly turned to Boyd, who was shaking his shoulders as if he was chuckling.
"I don't trust her," Allison admitted, turning back to Lydia. "And no, I don't care if you can hear this, Erica."
Lydia grinned. "Some days I wish I had super hearing. Then maybe I could hear what Stiles is always freaking out to Scott about." She paused. Grinned again. "Maybe we can just go ask..."
And with that, Lydia stood, grabbing her tray and strutting straight over to where Stiles was, his back to her as he continued to speak to Scott, whose gaze was dropped to his own tray. Allison quickly did the same, following Lydia's steps.
Lydia leaned down close next to Stiles and said, "What are we talking about here, boys?"
Scott glanced up quietly, but Stiles almost fell off of his chair, swearing. "OH MY GOD LYDIA YOU ALMOST GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK! And if you really must know we were talking about how Isaac never comes to school on the full moon because he's probably freaking out somewhere while he remembers to try to stop turning into a dog and killing people because that kinda comes with the whole werewolf thing, and if you haven't noticed Allison is a hunter which means she may have to kill like three people sitting in this room some day so he's probably hoping to avoid that too. And now we are talking about how you scared the absolute crap out of me by sneaking up on me like that," Stiles blurted out in under a minute.
Lydia pursed her lips. "Interesting," she said, plopping her tray down next to Stiles' arm and taking the available seat next to him. Allison walked around and sat across from all three of them. Jackson walked into the room at the same time, looking around a bit before exiting again after he didn't see Lydia in her usual spot.
Erica must have walked over too quietly for Allison to hear, because the next thing she knew, there was a blonde werewolf leaning right down next to her. She jumped slightly and Erica smirked for a bit at her, eventually turning back to Scott. "If you really want to know what's up with Isaac, he misses school once a month because he still doesn't have the whole 'control-on-the-night-of-the-full-moon' thing down. Boyd and I learned a tad faster than him, but he's almost got it, and I'm sure he'll be an expert by the end of the night. He's with Derek by now. I'm sure you can go find them in our little hideout if you really want to," she said sweetly, her voice trailing off as she stood again, flipping her curly hair right in Allison's face and casually twitching away.
Once the scent of floral shampoo faded from her nose, Allison looked back at the table. Scott looked worried, Lydia looked sassy, and Stiles' jaw was practically on the floor. "I've gotta go," Allison blurted, rising and walking away, leaving her tray of food sitting there.