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I do not own Teen Wolf or any characters from the show. Though, I sincerely wish I did.
A/N: I've decided to edit the existing chapters before I upload any new ones so anyone who has read my story already can decide to reread if you wish. The content will not be completely different, but overall, there will be changes. Thanks for sticking by me.
Scott smiled warmly when he heard Allison's heartbeat escalate as he climbed through her window. He stood and smiled, "How much time do we have?"
Allison smirked and grabbed his coat, "They'll be gone an hour." That was all Scott needed to hear. He captured her lips in a fiery kiss. Allison threw them both onto her bed as they started giving in to their desires.
They started undressing each other, not stopping until they were only half-naked. Scott kissed Allison, from her rosy lips to her belly, and then back again. Allison looked at him through half-lidded eyes, before grabbing him and kissing him, more frantic than before. They flipped over and Scott hit her glass lamp, causing it to fall over and shatter.
"Sorry," Scott murmured.
"That's okay," she giggled, and Scott laughed with her.
"I'll fix it," he replied between kisses.
They turned back over as they kissed hungrily, hands leaving a blazing trail as they explored each other's bodies, soft moans leaving their mouths. They flipped over again and they both tumbled to the floor. Scott and Allison shared a laugh, content to be close.
"Okay, that was your fault," Scott jokingly accused.
Allison chuckled, "Sorry."
And then, Scott heard a faint squeak; he quickly sat up in alarm.
"Do the right side brakes of your dad's SUV squeak a little bit?" Scott asked.
Allison frowned and sat up beside Scott, "Yeah."
"Then we're dead."
Allison's eyes widened, "Oh my god! Hurry, hurry!"
Allison quickly stood, pulling the young werewolf up with her. Scott hastily collected his clothes and went out the window, onto the roof. In a panic, Allison grabbed a random textbook and jumped onto her bed, opening the book to a random page. Just then, Allison's mom barged into her room, looking for Scott, but only finding Allison reading on the bed.
Allison rolled her eyes and frowned from her bed, "If you don't trust me enough to have a lock on my door, the least you could do is knock."
Victoria looked accusingly at her, "Did I interrupt something?"
Allison tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, effectively avoiding her mother's gaze.
"Just my studying, my life, my…happiness…my will to live," she replied while sneaking a glance out the window.
Victoria held up a bag, "I picked up your dress for the funeral tomorrow."
Allison made a dismissive gesture, "You can leave it on my desk."
Victoria glared at nothing in particular, wondering what could be in the closet for Allison to want her to 'leave it on her desk.' Victoria dropped the bag on the bed and made her way to Allison's closet. She pulled the doors open; she pushed the clothes out of the way, only to see nothing. Allison scowled at her mom; did it look like she got a sign that says 'brunette bimbo' on her forehead?
"Can I get back to studying now?" Allison asked as her mom stormed across the room. "Or would you like to do a full body cavity search?"
Victoria chose to ignore her daughter as she went to the window. "Mom!" Allison exclaimed in a panic, not wanting Scott to be discovered.
Victoria stuck her head out the window just as Scott pulled his head back, as he sat quietly on the wall of the roof, hidden from her view.
"Mom!" Allison exclaimed again, trying to gain her attention.
Victoria pulled her head back in and slammed the window shut, the glass shaking from the force.
Stiles made his quick escape out of that suffocating hospital, letting out a breath when he exited out the front doors. When Stiles got in his jeep, Scott took the bloody hospital gown out of Stiles' hands.
"This is the one she was just wearing?" He asked.
Stiles nodded lightly, not trusting himself to speak. He feared what could happen to her, alone and naked and probably freaking the hell out. Stiles wouldn't be able to take it if she got hurt. Again.
Scott looked at him, "I'm not gonna let anyone hurt her…not again."
Stiles sighed, "Alright, just shove the thing in your face and let's find her."
Stiles twisted around to face forward and he turned on the engine; his headlights came on to reveal Allison.
Stiles jumped in fear, "…Wow!"
Allison ran over to the passenger's side of the jeep, where Scott was with the window rolled down.
"What are you doing here?" Scott whispered to the hunter. "Someone's gonna see us."
Allison frowned, "I don't care—she was my best friend, and we need to find her before they do."
"I can find her before the cops can," Scott tried to reassure her.
"How about before my dad does?" Allison questioned with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
Stiles looked up at heron alarm, "He knows?"
"Yeah," Allison said. "I just saw him and three guys leave my house in two SUVs."
Scott looked at Stiles, "Search party."
"It's more like a hunting party," Allison corrected.
Scott frowned, "Get in."
Allison got into the back; Stiles reversed out of the spot, and with his tires screeching, drove out of the hospital's parking lot and onto the road. "Alright, if she's turning, would they actually kill her?" Stiles asked Allison.
"I don't know," Allison confessed. "They won't tell me anything, okay? All they say is, 'We'll talk after Kate's funeral, when the others get here.'"
Stiles looked at her through the rearview mirror, "What others?"
"I don't know. They won't tell me that, either."
Stiles nodded, "Okay, your family's got some serious communication issues to work on. Scott, are we going the right away?"
Stiles glanced at Scott, who had his head and upper body out of the window, inhaling deeply.
"Take the next right," Scott called over the wind. Stiles turned on the road, heading to the right.
It was dark and unsurprisingly gloomy in the graveyard as Isaac worked. The only thing he could hear was the sound of backhoe as Isaac dug a hole in front of a gravestone that said 'Kate Argent.' Isaac stopped momentarily to inspect his black eye, wincing from the pain. He looked up and noticed movement in the dark, a faint shift in the shadows.
He squinted and turned the backhoe to look around. He leaned forward and saw nothing, but something didn't feel right. He kept turning the machine, freezing when he noticed a clawed hand curling around a tombstone.
"What the hell?!" Isaac murmured.
The hand disappeared, and Isaac looked around warily. Suddenly, the backhoe began to tilt over, causing Isaac to fall into the freshly dug grave. The glass of the backhoe shattered and landed on the ground, along with the backhoe. Isaac scrambled around to sit up and he saw a figure jump over the backhoe, hearing snarls and growls. He held his breath in fear as he heard a faint rustling.
He decided to stand up; he peered over the edge of the grave to see a flurry of hands and feet, desperately clawing into a grave that's not very far away. He ducked back inside as he heard approaching footsteps. Isaac heard a deep snarl and a series of high-pitched whimpers. He heard creaking, and then, out of nowhere, the backhoe was being lifted off the grave.
The backhoe was pulled right-side-up, and Isaac looked up. He leaned into the shadow in the corner when he heard the rustling of leaves, indicating that someone or something approached. The footsteps stopped and Isaac felt like he's being watched. He looked up to see a handsome man in a leather jacket, with an amused look on his face.
"Need a hand?"
Scott chased after the lone wolf, trying to talk to him.
"Wait!" Scott called and he jumped over a tree stump. "Stop!"
The wolf jumped and tripped a trip wire, the rope catching his hands and pulling them high up in the air, his feet dangling off the ground. Scott stopped in front of the man and stared at him, trying to figure out what to do. Before he could help the wolf, though, Scott was thrown to the ground. Scott looked up to see Derek for the first time in a while and a shiver ran down his spine, which confused him. Derek started dragging him away from the gangly werewolf, Scott struggling to get free. Derek stopped and hid them from view, behind a tree not too far away.
"What are you doing? I can help him!" Scott implored.
"They're already here," Derek told him.
"No, I can help him!" Scott snapped, continuously trying to be released from Derek's vice grip.
"Quiet!" Derek growled, not letting go of the younger wolf, dominance laced in his command. Scott felt his wolf submit, and he stopped talking.
Chris, Gerard, and the others approached the captured wolf. The wolf growled and snapped his jaws threateningly at Chris, as the hunter circled him. Chris stopped in front of the werewolf and flicked his wrist, his weapon buzzing with electricity. Chris struck the wolf, causing it to howl in pain as his body convulsed from the nine hundred thousand volts coursing through his body. Scott and Derek watched quietly as the hunters questioned the doomed werewolf.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Chris asked the man, who transformed into his human form when he was electrocuted.
"Nothing," the grungy man gulped nervously. "N-nothing, I swear."
Chris scrutinized him, "You're not from here, are you…ARE YOU?!"
The wolf flinched, "No, no! I came—I came looking the Alpha. I heard he was here, that's all. Look, I didn't do anything. I didn't hurt anyone, no one living. He wasn't alive in the ambulance; he wasn't, I swear."
Gerard grinned, "Gentlemen, take a look at a rare sight. You wanna tell 'em what we caught?"
"An omega," Chris announced.
Gerard nodded, "The lone wolf. Possibly kicked out of his own pack or the survivor of a pack that has been hunted down, maybe even murdered…and possibly alone by his own choice. Certainly, not a wise choice."
Gerard walked up to a hunter and grabbed his personal sword from the cloth the man was holding, "Because as I'm about to demonstrate…" Gerard gripped the handle with both hands. "An omega rarely survives on its own."
Gerard swung his sword with great force, effectively cutting the omega in half, at the waist. Scott struggled against Derek once more, trying to turn his head away from the scene. Derek forced him to face the direction of the dead wolf, "Look, look. Look at them! You see what they do? This is why you need me, why we need each other. The only way to fight them is together."
Scott stopped struggling a long time ago, instead, taking in the surprising comfort that Derek's arms brought. He looked at the Argent men with a new spark of fear in his heart, "What are they doing?"
Derek followed his gaze, "Declaring war."
Chris looked at Gerard, "We have a code."
Gerard shook his head, "Not when they kill my daughter."
He stabbed the sword into the ground, leaving it to stand like a testimony to a new hunting era. The blood dripped off the tip, an unspoken oath for vengeance and a supernatural massacre. "No code," he said turning to face his soldiers. "Not anymore. From now on, these things are just bodies waiting to be cut in half…are you listening? Because I don't care if they're wounded or weak. Or seemingly harmless, begging for their life with the promise that they will never, ever hurt anyone. Or some desperate lost soul with no idea what they're getting into. We find them, we kill them."
Gerard turned to face the woods, "We kill them all!"