The air feels colder in the graveyard today. Scott takes his usual path to Allison's final resting place, taking note of the names on each tombstone on his way. There are so many unfamiliar names and he wonders if they all have regular visitors too. Wilting flowers sit on marble stone graves, signalling the beginning of those who have found a way to move on. The flowers resting above Allison are still fresh from Scott's visit last week. He places another fresh bunch next to them, kneeling down until his knees touch the grass, letting his body get as close to her as he can.

"Hey."

He is silent for a while, unsure of what to say now.

"It's weird, you know. It's weird because we're about to start our senior year and I keep thinking about that night in the car. With Jackson. Well, no. Technically it was Kanima-Jackson. Do you remember?"

He pauses, collecting his thoughts. He raises a hand to rest on the cold stone, his fingers tracing over Allison's name as the memories flood back.

"I remember sitting in the car with you, and we were talking. We talked about spending our whole lives together. That was the first moment we talked about it. We talked about getting through high school, and making to college together. You told me you weren't just talking about until college. I knew what you meant. I knew I wanted to be with you forever. And now you won't even get to finish senior year. It's just…it's not fair. It's not right."

Scott feels the anger flaring up again as he thinks back to that night and the unspoken promises that were forever broken now.

"I remember wanting to be normal again, back when that was even a possibility. I remember when all I wanted was to be normal so that we could be together without any supernatural obstacles. Now I just want you alive. I want you to be able to stand beside me, your bow slung over your shoulder as you fight by my side, like you always did. I just want you back."

Scott feels his throat closing up and he pauses again.

"Anyway, we did Senior Scribe last night. I wrote your initials for you. Right under mine. It felt right. I hope that's okay. Even if you don't get to graduate, at least your name is with ours. I know you would have been there if you could. Lydia said you still are. I like to think so too."

A soft breeze passes over Scott. He straightens up, eyes prickling with sore memories and impossible futures. The air stills itself again, the source of the breeze undetermined but irrelevant to Scott as he composes himself.

"I guess I don't have much more to update today. I can still feel that darkness tugging at me, like something is going to go wrong soon. But maybe that's just the dread of senior year. Malia is still dealing with the omega wolf but she hasn't told me much yet. Just that it might take a while for the girl to stop being a danger. Liam asked if she's joining the pack. He sounded kind of jealous, like she might take his spot as my beta which is ridiculous. Anyway I don't know if I want a rogue wolf in my pack until I know she's trustworthy. So I'm going to wait until Malia gives me some good news. Thank goodness for Lydia's lake house."

Scott's eyes linger over the quote on the tombstone, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Nous protégeons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger eux-mêmes." His mouth stumbles over the Latin pronunciation but he does his best to remember the way Allison's lips moved to form the code she fought to create.

"I'll do my best, Allison. I can't promise we'll take her in but Malia is doing her best to get through to her, and I'm doing my best to guide her through it. I'll protect her as much as I can. I have to. I have to protect as many people as I can. Maybe if I do that then I can make sure your legacy keeps going."

The sun is beginning to set already, a sign that Scott should head back home, back to where his pack waits for their alpha. He stands up, letting out a heavy sigh.

"I'll be back for you. I always will. I love you, Allison Argent," he whispers, closing his eyes. If he focuses hard enough he can imagine she's just standing opposite him, giving him that glorious sunny smile.

He lets his eyes open slowly, too slowly, as he turns away. If he'd opened his eyes any quicker maybe he would have noticed the person walking directly in his path, their eyes also diverted.

Instead, they collide, bouncing off each other. Scott stumbles back, catching himself before he knocks into Allison's grave. He straightens up, mouth already full of apologies, and notices the guy sprawled out on the ground, flowers clutched in one hand.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" Scott reaches out a hand and helps the other guy to his feet. Standing straight, the guy is about his height, with light brown hair and oddly familiar features.

"No, it's all good. My bad. I was too busy with my own thoughts. I really should pay attention to where I'm walking." The guy brushes himself off, giving Scott a half grin.

"No, I get it. Easy to get lost in your thoughts here." Scott shrugs. "Are you visiting family? Or a friend?" He wonders if he's just asked an inappropriate question but the guy doesn't seem fazed.

"Family. My little sister."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Scott seems to be apologising a lot right now.

"No, it's okay. She died when we were younger and I've been out of town for a while so I feel like I owe her a visit after so long." The guy glances down the graveyard isles, his eyes flickering as if searching for the right tombstone.

"It's a bit of a maze here though. I can't even remember where she is now." He looks back at Scott with slightly glazed eyes. Scott recognises that look. He recognises the helplessness and the grief hiding beyond the guy's eyes.

As they look at each other, Scott tries to place the familiar features. Before he can speak, the guy's eyes suddenly light up with their own recognition.

"Wait, You're Scott McCall, right?"

Scott's eyes narrow slightly. "Yeah. Do I know you?

The guy holds out his free hand with a smile, the grief in his eyes temporarily disappearing.

"Yeah, we went to primary school together! I'm Theo Raeken."