"H-How do you know my name? How can you even speak?" Allison's normally calm voice now trembled with the slightest hint of fear. Before Scott could explain, Stiles butt in and tried to scoot Allison inside.
"Allison, I don't think this is such a good idea…" She shoved Stiles aside and went back to Scott. Her eyes knew everything, even though her mind hadn't caught up quite yet. Scott tried his best to smile at her for not being afraid. His white fangs gleamed in the moonlight and stunned Allison. She gasped and almost fell over. A fire burned within Scott's heart, a fire that had released the wolf within him, a fire that had now told him to confess everything; she had to know now, before he could lose her again. He grasped onto the hand that had recently fallen from his face and held it to his heart. Allison looked at their hands, her soft pale skin against his rough darker complexion, then back at Scott's face. Realization flooded into her face as she remembered her dream of Scott; the golden eyes, the pearly white teeth. Her face lit up with acknowledgment and understanding. Everything finally made sense. What had happened at the school, the secrets, the hiding; Scott had been trying to keep her safe from what he had become.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered into his ear, "So this is what you are. We need to talk, Wolf Man. You've got a lot of explaining to do." She bit his pointed ear and revisited his face to plant a kiss on his lips. He returned the kiss and wrapped his arms around her. The embrace slowly made Scott's wolf retreat, letting Scott's human side come back to the surface. Overjoyed, Scott lifted Allison up and carried her to her car.
Meanwhile, Stiles was standing in the background, jaw dropped and wishing he had popcorn. He sighed and thought, Comes with being the best friend of a werewolf, I guess. I don't get any of the action. I get to watch the action happen without me. Leaving Scott and Allison alone to have their little teen-wolf-to-teen-girl make out session; Stiles went inside his house, ran up the stairs, jumped in bed and went to sleep.
Scott decided to drive Allison home, seeing as this discovery had taken a lot out of her. She looked tired and fell asleep five minutes into the drive. Scott's mind raced with what would happen from then on. Allison figuring out what he was could only put her in more danger from the Alpha and possibly from her own family. He didn't let those matters bother him too much because should Allison be in any danger, he would be there to protect her. Always.
Avoiding her parents and aunt, Scott decided to carry Allison on his back and go through her bedroom window. This would be fairly difficult to the average human, but Scott the werewolf did this easily. He slid Allison into her bed and under the covers, all with only the light of the moon illuminating the pitch-black room. He kissed her forehead and lips before whispering a loving 'Goodnight'. Scott was about to leave when his acute hearing picked up on a racing heartbeat along with a mixture of fear and anger that got picked up by his extremely sensitive sense of smell. He turned slightly and caught the figure of a woman standing in the doorway to Allison's room. The woman was armed with a shotgun aimed right at Scott's chest.
"Step away from my daughter, you murderous bastard." Her tone was blunt and furious, yet filled with the protective instinct any mother would have for her child. Mrs. Argent glared at Scott as he followed her directions. "You thought you could just sneak up here and just kill my daughter like you did with the others, didn't you Derek?"
Scott stopped dead in his tracks, Derek? She thinks I'm Derek? She must be freaking crazy! He took a deep breath and continued to walk toward Mrs. Argent. She continued thrashing him with insults until he walked into the light of the hallway right outside Allison's room. She recognized him immediately and lowered the shotgun that was pointed so close to his nose that the smell of wolf's bane started to overwhelm him. His eyes had become a mix of dark brown flecked with gold, almost giving himself away. She sighed and looked at him with her apologetic eyes.
"Scott. What are you doing here?" She struggled to keep her voice down so she wouldn't wake her sleeping daughter. Scott stood there, unable to speak. How close he had been to being shot in the face with a deadly amount of wolf's bane. She raised an eyebrow and repeated the question. "Scott, are you listening to me? What are you doing here?"
He shook his head to clear it before responding, "I was hanging out with Stiles at his house when Allison came over wanting to talk. We sat in his living room and talked for a bit. She said that she was tired, so I drove her home. Before we got here, she had fallen asleep and I carried her up to her room and lay her in bed." He stared directly into Mrs. Argent's eyes and hoped that his own hadn't revealed anything that could give her reason to still shoot him with the loaded shotgun.
