Several months had passed since the events of the nogitsune. Besides the occasional supernatural mishaps, Beacon Hills had returned to its version of normal. But this is Beacon Hills, and this town doesn't stay quiet for very long…
"Why couldn't break be any longer?" Stiles said to Scott as they walked into the halls of Beacon Hills High School. They had just come back to school for their final year, and it was looking pretty good. No big bad guys had come, and they finally felt that they could relax.
"It's just one more year. Stop complaining Stiles!" Scott said. They stopped in front of Scott's locker so he could put his helmet away. "Besides, don't you miss Coach?" he sarcastically asked as he fumbled with the locker combo.
Stiles just rolled his eyes at his best friend. "Sure, I miss Coach so much. I just can't wait to see him again first period for the entire semester."
"Careful Stilinski. I might start to think that Coach is going to take my place."
Scott and Stiles turned to see Lydia and Kira had just come up. Lydia playfully gave a slap on Stiles' shoulder before giving a quick peck on the cheek.
"Oh sure. If it was between a middle-aged guy and a beautiful red head, I would have such a hard time deciding."
This time, Lydia didn't joke around when she slapped Stiles.
"OUCH. That actually kind of hurt."
Kira and Scott couldn't help but laugh at the two. Lydia and Stiles were an odd pair, but they were solid as a rock. Scott put his arm around Kira and led her away to let the other two hash out their "argument".
"So…I was thinking of a movie later tonight at my place," Kira suggested.
"Sure. I just have work at Deaton's until 5 and then I'll he-" Scott abruptly stopped. A scent began to overwhelm his senses. Why does this feel…familiar? He looked around to see if there was anything out of the ordinary, but there was nothing. Kira looked on with worry.
"Scott?" She put her arm on his shoulder and started to shake him. "Hey, Scott!" He snapped back into reality for a moment.
"Something is here. I can smell it." Scott's face grew concerned. "I'm not exactly sure what it is, but it's not new." Could it be that an enemy has returned?
"We'll keep our eyes peeled for now since we're not exactly sure what this is. For now, let's go to first period before Coach yells." She grabbed his hand, and they both made their way into the classroom. They both took their seats, and Scott felt a tap on the back of his shoulder. He turned around and saw Isaac looking back with a serious expression.
"Do you smell something…off?"
"Yeah, man. It just hit before Kira and I came into class. Did it smell kind of…?"
"Familiar? Like we should know it, but we can't place it? Yeah." Isaac sat back on his chair.
The two wolves sat up immediately. The scent that they were in the middle of discussing was getting stronger. They looked at the classroom door, wondering who or what exactly was coming closer.
"Scott, what's the plan?"
"Nothing…yet. If anything happens, get everyone safely out first. Then, we'll deal with whatever this is."
Scott could feel his heart beating faster. Who would return to Beacon Hills for revenge? Why now? The boys saw the knob slowly turn and the door opened. Their mouths and their hearts dropped when they realized why the scent was so familiar.
A girl with long brown hair walked in. She wore a light blue sundress and a brown leather jacket. The girl kept her head down as she walked up and gave her note to Coach. He read the note for a minute and then stood up.
"Class, it appears that we have a new student this year. Please welcome Allison Argent. You can take whatever seat's open, but do it fast. I'm about to start."
"Sure, thanks!" she said sweetly. She turned to look for an open seat, and Scott and Isaac got a good look at her face. She was the same Allison they had known. All except for her brown eyes being replaced with blue, and that her hair was as long as it was when she and Scott first met.
Kira, Scott, and Isaac all looked at each other, just to confirm that they weren't the only ones bewildered. Allison picked the empty seat right in front of Scott and took out a notebook. She began shuffling inside her bag as the three of them continued to watch her every move. Shock still was settling into Scott's mind. It can't be. There's no way.
His thoughts were interrupted when she turned around and looked directly at him. She flashed a small smile, "I'm sorry for asking, but do you have a spare pen? I can't believe I forgot one!"
"Ummm…." Scott was at a loss for words. Here, right in front of him, was Allison. She had died in his arms months before, but now she was here. And she had the same tone, demeanor, and scent. How is this possible?
"Here, take mine," Kira interjected. She could tell that it was getting awkward really fast. She handed her the pen, "And I'm Kira by the way."
"Thanks Kira! You are a lifesaver!" Allison turned back and began to focus on Coach's lesson.
Scott mouthed a "thank you" to Kira and she nodded to acknowledge. He then pulled out his phone and sent a group text to the entire pack: We have a problem.
