Chapter 8 is here! I know I said it in one of the first chapters but I'm updating this daily! This is a shorter chapter than normal but I have my reasons. I hope you like it and remember to review!
Everything was like it was underwater, moving slowly. He heard steps and saw a blur running towards him. "Scott!" He thought he heard the person say but he wasn't sure. Scott opened her mouth to speak but all that came out was a gurgling sound. 'Oh yeah,' He thought idly, 'My throat just got slashed.' The face came into focus and Scott's eyes widened. Kira. She looked panicked. The world been black soon after. The next time he woke up the pain in his neck was gone. "You're awake." Deaton said as Scott sat up. Kira threw herself into his arms and kissed him. Scott was surprised at how much it unaffected him. Before kissing Kira had been nice and distracting but now it felt wrong. Scott pushed her off and she let out a cry of confusion. "Kira were not together anymore." Scott said gently. "Because I had to leave. I'm back now." She said happily. Scott smiled despite himself. Even if he didn't have feelings for Kira anymore she was still one of his best friends. "Kira things are different now. I have someone else." Kira frowned. "It's Malia right?" Scott laughed. "No it's-" He was cut off by the door slamming open. Isaac stood in the doorway, panting heavily. "Scott." He breathed before pulling Scott into a searing kiss.
Sunlight flittered through living room window of the Stilinski-McCall household. Scott blinked awake and smiled fondly. After they all finished crying it was easy enough to decide to go to Stiles and Scott's parents' house. They had a big living room that the whole pack could sleep in. Scott scanned the room. Isaac was curled up to his left while Allison was to his right. Stiles was half way off the couch sprawled out. Lydia was leaned up against him, head on his chest. Danny was on the love seat, curled up into himself. Malia was on the ground, on her stomach and her limbs spread out. Interestingly Avery was sprawled next to her, snoring loudly. Scott would've been content to stay like that but fate had never been kind to him because at that moment his mother walked into the house, having just finished up the night shift. She scanned the room and smiled. This wasn't the first time she had found her son's friends passed out in her living room. Her eyes finally landed on Allison and widened. "Mom…" Scott began but not before Melissa let out a terrible scream. The pack jerked awake in shock, each reaching for their nearby weapon. John ran in, gun pulled. When he saw Allison he groaned and lowered the gun. "Ah crap. Don't tell me zombies are a thing now." He moaned. The group looked at each other and shrugged.
After explaining the previous night's events to the pack parents and watching them have very understandable nervous breakdowns the group departed. Stiles and Lydia headed to her hotel room to help her pack. She had to return to LA for a couple of days to make arrangements before coming back to Beacon Hills. Danny and Avery were heading to Danny's apartment to studying the book. Since coming in contact with it, she had refused to let it go and refused to offer any explanation as to how she knew what it was called to anyone but Danny. Malia took off to her father's farm. She worked there with him, raising horses. He still didn't know about werewolves but everyone felt that that was for the best. Isaac and Scott decided to take Allison to their apartment, having nowhere else to go. Allison hadn't talked much since the night before, staring into space most of the time. She smelled of confusion and Scott couldn't blame her. They entered the apartment and Allison wondered around, staring. "Do you need anything Allison?" Isaac asked, breaking the silence. "A shower." She said quietly. Scott smiled sadly and guided her into their room. Her eyes fell on the ruffled bedsheets for a moment before she entered the bathroom. Scott stared at the door for a moment before sighing and walking into living room. Isaac was sitting at the kitchen table, on the phone. "You need to come home to Beacon Hills." There was a pause. "I-I can't tell you over the phone." There was a longer pause and Isaac sighed. "Please Chris. I wouldn't ask you back if it wasn't important." He said in a small voice. He hung the phone up and put his head in his hands. Scott walked over and sat down across from him, taking his hand. Isaac looked up, tears in his eyes. "I love you." Scott said as he rubbed the back of Isaac's hand with his thumb. Isaac let out a watery laugh. "I love you two." They sat like that, just content with each other for what seemed like forever. Scott heard the water turn off. "I'm going to get Allison some cloths. Some of Avery's stuff got sent here I think." He walked over to one of the boxes and pulled out a shirt and shorts. Avery was a couple sizes bigger than Allison but they would due till they could figure out what to do about declaring Allison not dead. Well until Chris got there and told them what to do. He was better at that kind of stuff. There was a crash and both men rushed into the bedroom. Scott tore the door open. Allison was huddled in the corner, sobbing. The bathroom mirror was shattered. "I waited on you!" She cried. Scott knelt beside her and pulled her to him. Isaac knelt on the other side of her, wrapping an arm around her. "I waited in the room! I waited for you to come and you didn't! I waited forever!" Scott caught Isaac's eye. She was getting hysterical. "Aiden came and went! A boy and then a girl! But never you!" She stopped crying suddenly. "And… And then Derek was there. He… He was dead wasn't he? Those people were dead?" Isaac bite his lip. "Yeah." Scott said softly. Allison let out a strangled cry. "Derek knew. When he saw me he knew why I was there and it made him… happy. Like he knew I was waiting on you. Like he knew it would be ok." She whispered, the glassy look returning to her face. She began crying again, sobs racking her body. The two werewolves held her on the floor of the bathroom until she fell asleep.