AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hope you enjoy this story, my first online submission. I do not own Teen Wolf or any of its wonderful characters. Updates may be infrequent as I am a college student but I will try to update as much as possible.

Prologue - A Gentle Reminder

As Scott was about to walk out of the rave, an unusual sound rang in his ears. The sound was familiar and electronic, but irreconcilable with his surroundings and it filled his body with terror. The sound was that of a pencil being sharpened. He bolted out of the building, down the stairs, immediately stopping, almost falling with the inertia. Stopping wasn't Scott's smartest move. Then again, it seemed like he hardly made any smart moves since that cold January night on the preserve. In that moment, the noises of inebriated people and electronica music completely dissipated. A black SUV raced up to Scott's position slamming down onto the pavement. The driver's side door opened and Victoria Argent sauntered out of the vehicle clutching a bayonet, the tip of which was coated in an abundance of minuscule blue specs.

"Hello Scott," she said with an evasive smile across her face. "I'm sorry if you were enjoying your evening, but that enjoyment will have to be cut short."

Scott rolled on the ground grimacing. Victoria took the bayonet and, with one fell swoop, shoved the blade into his left foot. The metatarsals could be heard cracking and blood spattered onto the ground, while Scott wailed in agony. Victoria twisted the bayonet around inducing more scowls from Scott.

"Wait, did I say enjoying your evening? I meant enjoying my daughter. Either way…"

Victoria lifted the blade out of Scott's foot and then shoved it into his right thigh. Scott held back a scream as the lines on his face mangled into knots. Victoria once again twisted the blade expecting a scream, but instead Scott closed his eyes and visibly began to focus on something, on what she could not tell. She ripped the bayonet out of his flesh again, as he opened his eyes. Scott's eyes gleamed not of the expected topaz but rather a regal shade of red, bewildering Victoria and causing her to stand still with her own eyes agape. Despite the damage she inflicted, Scott shot up to his feet: his face hairier, his whole body trembling with aggression.

"You bitch," he growled in disgust.

She was about to stab him through the heart with the bayonet, but before she could attack, Scott hurled her to the ground. Hands turned to claws, like razors, shredding through Victoria's carotid arteries.

In his bed, Scott awoke grasping at his chest, nearly hyperventilating, clothes drenched in sweat. For a second he thought he was an asthmatic human again. Remembering that Allison was in a deep slumber right next to him, he tried focusing on his breaths to avoid waking her. He absconded over to the bathroom, removing his t-shirt, pyjamas, and boxers in the process casually tossing them onto the floor. He sprawled his warm sweaty body into the cool, soothing porcelain of the tub. There he was better able to calm down, lying there for several minutes almost falling back to sleep until he heard a dour voice.

"When are you going to admit it? Your eyes should be blue. I would never have expected you to be the true alpha."

Scott rose to his feet, reached over and flicked the light switch, gasping at the sight before him in the mirror. With a sullen demeanor, he replied to the apparition.

"The Hell do you want, Victoria?"

"I? I'm just here to remind you of your guilt."

"What? Wait… what?" His face tensed in bafflement.

"You knew your action during our last encounter would likely lead to my death, if not severe injury."

Scott's timbre surged as he paced towards the mirror. "What? I could not possibly have known…"

"…Oh but you did."

"Bullshit! You intimidated and terrified me! You tried to kill me! This is just bullshit!"

The phantom of Victoria merely clicked her tongue a couple of times with arms crossed. "Shouting profanities at the dead; that's the type of person my daughter hangs around with these days. To think she died and came back for you and your little pack."

"This is stupid!" Scott exclaimed marching towards the door.

"What was it you said to me before Derek bit me, before he arrived to save you, before you howled?"

Scott froze in his tracks. The anger in his face shifted to despair.

"What was it again that you said, Scott? What was it?"

He leaned against the door with a downward slope being pulled down by the gravity of remorse, remembering what he had said a year earlier: "Tell Allison I'm sorry." He looked back to the mirror and found himself alone.

Scott tried to swallow the lump in his throat but to no avail. He rolled his eyes exhaling a large puff and flicked off the light, before shuffling back into the bedroom, over to the dresser to put on dry boxers and a dry t-shirt. As he was pulling the t-shirt down onto his torso, he heard a gentle murmur coming from the bed. "This is perfect."

Scott stood perplexed for a second but thought maybe Allison's statement had to do with her enjoying staying with him after her resurrection. A slight smile spread along his lips as the occurrence in the bathroom quickly faded from his mind.

"I'll always love you." Allison gurgled.

Scott's smile expanded while he crept down onto the bed beside her, curled around to sit up, and replied "I'll always love you too."

"I want to stay here…" Allison continued evoking a slight chuckle from Scott. "…Mom."

Oh.

"I hope we get to stay. You know I'd like to stay in one place for once: You, me, and dad. I just want us to have a normal life."

"I know you do." Scott whispered as a single tear rolled down his cheek. "I know you do… Just get some sleep."

He lowered his head to her cheek placing a kiss, lied down, and wrapped his arm around her body. The lump in his throat returned; tears secreted from his eyes; his heart sank. While he couldn't bring himself to speak in that moment there was nothing but two words which permeated his mind: I'm sorry.