A/N: Thank you Jeff Davis for creating Teen Wolf. And to Zedd for inspiring me with a title.
"Goodbyes"
If you're brave enough to say "good bye" life will reward you with a new "hello" -Paul Coelho
The warm summer air softly blew against the dark blue sky as the petite brunette made her way from her car to the ridge that overlooked her city, Beacon Hills. It's twinkling lights shone faintly through the hazy mist from the recent rainfall. Usually she could see the small town without any difficulty, but tonight the view mimicked her mood: unsure and unclear. She listened closely to the whispering trees behind her that made up the black woods, waiting for an all too familiar sound. A sound that would occasionally preoccupy her thoughts.
Soon enough, it came into her range of hearing. It was the sound of an animal racing, bounding through dead leaves and over fallen timber. She closed her eyes and began to count backwards from ten.
Ten, nine, eight, she began. Focus Allison, she heard her mother say. Focus on it's movements- when it will strike. Seven, six, five. Good, now concentrate. Slowly bring back your bow. Four, three, two. Remember, never let your heart get the better of you. One. Now, fire.
Her eyes flew open as the noise suddenly came to a halt directly behind her. She spun around and locked eyes with the thing that she had been waiting the arrival of.
However, he was not a thing. He was a human, a man. He was Scott McCall.
The two stared at each other for what felt like hours before she broke the uneasy silence.
"Why did you tell me to meet you here Scott?" she asked, her voice cutting through the thick haze.
They did not do this any more. Meet at look out mountain and exchange words. In fact, the last time they had met here had been months ago, long before any tension had arisen. Back when they smiled and laughed and kissed. Back when they had still been a couple.
Now they were friends, or at least that was what she considered her relationship title with him. Most days she could hold a fairly normal conversation without any kind of awkwardness and sometimes she could even smile. Tonight brought back the painful memories and feelings she had worked so hard to bury deep inside of her. She had forced herself to come after getting his text earlier in the day.
"To tell you that I'm leaving," Scott stated bluntly, cautiously awaiting her reaction. "I mean we are," he added quickly to his previous statement. "Derek and I. Tonight."
Allison pressed her lips together, forming a straight line, and remained expressionless for the most part. He was leaving. As in going away. He had never left Beacon Hills for anything other than school-related activities.
"Why? Where are you going? Why aren't Boyd and Isaac going with you?" All came tumbling out of her mouth before she could stop herself. Damn it. She mentally kicked herself for her lack of composure.
"I have no idea. You know Derek," Scott reminded her, shifting his stance slightly so that he was a few inches closer to where she stood. "And he wouldn't tell what it's all about, but I know that I need to trust him." A half grin appeared on his face as he looked away from her and right over her shoulder instead. "Sounds kind of ridiculous, huh, trusting Derek."
He had a point, yet how many times had Derek actually been right in his reasoning? Enough, she decided, sort of hating herself for giving the werewolf credit he didn't completely deserve. She still hadn't fully forgiven him for everything he had done.
"And about Boyd and Isaac," he continued, interrupting her train of thought, "Boyd's down in Texas visting family and Isaac-" he paused, considering for a moment, "He doesn't need to know. This doesn't concern him."
So Scott was lying then? He did know more then he was letting on. Or had Scott asked the same question and he was just echoing Derek's answer? She hoped it was the latter.
"How long will you be gone?"
"A few weeks, possibly the whole summer," he replied with an indifferent shrug. He then turned his head to glance behind him, toward the darkness, and nodded once.
The whole summer? Allison began to feel the mask she had put on drop as she tried to wrap her head around his words. He would be leaving Beacon Hills vulnerable for the whole freaking summer. God only knows what might penetrate the city that always seems to be the most prone to danger. And they wouldn't be here if something did. She swallowed the thick lump that was forming in her throat.
"Listen, I have to go," he said gently, placing a hand on each of her shoulders. When had he moved? She could finally get a good look at his face and all she saw was worry. Her stomach began to twist in knots. Scott was not telling the entire truth. He couldn't be. "Promise me you'll stay out of trouble?" he pleaded, searching her eyes for a hopeful sign.
"I promise," Allison whispered, taking in all of his features, fearing this could very well be the last time she ever saw his face again. Time was running out. She was aware of how much he believed she could protect herself if she was faced with a threat. He trusted her.
And then he hugged her and was gone in what felt like mere seconds. Now she was all alone, quite literally. Lydia was off in London visiting Jackson for the next two weeks, while Stiles was on a much needed vacation in Hawaii with his dad. She was the only one left to protect this city. Turning around slowly to face the fuzzy lights, she wrapped her arms around herself. A single tear found its way down her cheek and she made no effort to wipe the drop as it reached her chin.
Why was she even crying? She didn't feel particularly sad. To be honest, she wasn't sure what she was feeling. The mask found its way back on and she dropped her arms, straightening herself.
She could do this. This news would not get the best of her and would certainly not ruin her summer. She would not allow it. She was going to be strong and brave and would risk her life if worse came to worse.
After all, she was a huntress.
She was Allison Argent.
A/N: More to come. Isaac will soon be making his appearance. (=