Without answering Stiles she stood up and started to walk away. "Abby, answer my fricking question!" he barked grabbing her wrist.

"Hey, be careful, that's a pretty bad cut," a paramedic snapped at him.

"I don't want to talk about it," she seethed as he looked in her eyes.

"You lied to my dad; I want to know. Did the alpha scratch you?"

"No," she sighed as he brushed her soft autumn hair back. She pulled her arm free and began to walk away. Stiles ran over and stood in front of her.

"Fine, Abby, you don't have to tell me," he sighed placing his hand on the back of her head slowly moving closer to her.

"I have to go," she whispered as she saw Mr. Argent's car pull up. She backed away from Stiles who looked a little insulted and she ran off. She got in the car and sat in the back, she noticed Allison was on the verge of crying, but didn't bother getting involved. As they drove back to the house she could see Chris looking her down seeing the bandage on her shoulder.

"So what happened to you?" he finally spoke up.

"Oh, that I just got in a bit of an accident."

"What?"

"Yeah, what happened Abby?" Allison turned to her friend sitting in the back.

"Fine, I was running through the halls with Scott and we came to a window with the glass broken I looked out to see for any escape and as I came in I cut my shoulder," she answered as Allison nodded and turned around, Chris on the other hand looked at her with total disappointment. The rest of the ride home the car carried the silence and Abby leaned against the window her forehead on the icy glass as she her breath began to fog up the window.

They pulled into the driveway and they all went in different directions no one saying a word to each other the house filling with the only sound of doors closing. Abby walked to her window and opened it and quickly took a seat on her bed and laid down. Her silent thoughts had been broken by the sound of someone knocking on the door. "Come in," she answered as the door creaked open and Chris smiled at her. "Yes?"

"I want the truth right now, Abigail."

"Please, Chris, I don't want to talk about it."

"Abby, you're like my daughter you can tell me anything," he said kneeling next to her treating her like a small child.

"I was attacked."

"By an alpha or Beta."

"I don't know. I was looking for a way out when something clawed my shoulder and when I turned around after firing my gun it was gone."

"Stop lying Abigail," he barked getting frustrated.

"You think I'm lying, open my clip and count the bullets," she snapped pointing to the desk were the gun rested. He did what she said and pulled the gun out, followed by the clip. He removed the bullets and began counting seeing she had fired the gun four times.

"Ok, I'm sorry for accusing you, but it gets me worried thinking about your protection all the time."

"I'm fine Chris," she sighed hugging him. He soon walked out closing the door behind him and Abby refilled her gun and placed it away as she closed the drawer she heard a rather loud thud and pulled her dagger from the drawer and grabbed the intruder by the back of his head and placed the knife to his throat. "Stiles, what the hell are you doing here?" she barked pulling the knife away.

"I came to check on you," he smiled as she sat on her bed. He joined her and placed his hand on her thy. "Well…looks like school will be out for a few days," he said breaking the silence trying to lighten the events of earlier listening to her giggle.

"Well, I'm sure you're right," she smiled leaning in for a kiss. Stiles backed up her face showed pain of rejection but she laughed and kissed him. She pulled back and found Stiles smiling like a child. She stood up and walked to the bathroom and leaned against the door staring at him. "You're so cute," she giggled placing her fingers on the top button. Her finger traced over the button as Stiles stared at her with lust and pleasure. She had popped the top button and walked over to him and sat on his lap. Stiles began kissing her exposed skin from where she unbuttoned.

Abby pushed Stiles flat on the bed, her autumn hair all hung down covering her face Stiles grin expanded from cheek to cheek. Goosebumps rose to the surface of his skin as she stuck her hands under his shirt. She slowly shoved the shirt off of him as he held onto her hips. As she moved her face close to his he placed his finger on her lips. "Are you sure about this?" he asked calmly as she stared in his eyes. She leaned down and kissed him for a long time and when she pulled back she looked at him.

"I'm positive," she chirped kissing him again until he rolled on top of her slowly unbuttoning her shirt as they kissed intensely. Both their breathing became heavily intense as Stiles began to kiss her neck. She began nibbling on his ear as he held her in his arms. And soon enough their rhythmic breathing sounded like one person as they slowly got under the covers Stiles wrapping his arms around her, and the two had happily drifted off to sleep.

The next morning Abby woke up still filled with sleep. She opened her eyes and blinked at the bright rays of the sun seeping through the blinds. She turned her head and saw Stiles a pool of droll next to his head as she tried to keep her laughter in. She gently and slowly pulled his arms off her and she climbed out of bed finding both her skirt and shirt were laying on the floor and his jeans and shirt were on her bed. She smiled again with joy at the sight of him and she wandered down the stairs thinking of when they will marry how happy she will be every day. Abby found her phone sitting on the kitchen counter and noticed she had a voicemail.

"You have one unheard message…first unheard message," the voicemail speaker announced as Abby rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, Abby, it's your mother, I think we need to have a very important discussion over lunch tomorrow, please don't miss it, I will meet you at the Palm Olive at noon sharp," her mom sighed seriously before the voicemail ended. Abby looked at the clock and saw she had four hours before she had to be anywhere, so she heated some toast and placed both pieces on a plate and ran upstairs to her room. She placed the plate on the end table before climbing back into bed as softly as she could and wrapped his hands back around her.

"Good Morning," she whispered kissing his head. A loud snort came from him as he woke up causing her to release her laughter. She started kissing his chest when he finally started moving. "I got breakfast," she added as he slowly opened his eyes. She sat up and grabbed the plate and handed it to him.

"I love you," he said truthfully as she hugged him.

"And I love you too," she rejoiced. She climbed out of bed and handed him the remote to her TV. "Don't blast it, everyone's still asleep," she whispered walking into the bathroom. Turning the water on she walked to the sink and slowly pulled the bandage off her shoulder and she looked at the crusty scab that was starting to form over the scratch marks. "Thank God," she whispered knowing the possibility of becoming a wolf depending how deep the scratch went. After removing her underwear she stepped into the shower gently rubbing the soap on her cut.

After letting the warm water take the pain away she closed her eyes as flashbacks of the night before bed danced in her mind, but she was quickly brought back to reality by the embrace of someone. She gasped as Stiles began to chuckle at her fright. "Did I scare you, hunter?" he whispered in her ear as he kissed the side of her neck.

"Only a little," she whispered as the warm water brushed upon them both.

"Why don't we go to Palm Olive for lunch today?" he asked as her eyes opened. She turned to him and looked at him with a bit of sorrow in her eyes. "What's wrong?" he laughed pulling her wet hair off her face as lines of water ran down and fell from her nose.

"We can't go to lunch," she sighed as he looked at her a bit shocked.

"What you have sex with me and decide to run out on me," he became serious as she looked a bit frightened and upset.

"Well, I'm sorry, but my mother wants to have lunch with me to discuss things," she said as he could see she was getting upset.

"No, Abby, don't cry, please, I was just playing with you," he begged picking her wet body up and kissed her.

"I am going to try and make her except you," she caressed his cheek as he smiled.