"Uh, okay, yeah, sure, I'll be there in a few." "Great." Not only am I surrounded by werewolves, I have to walk right into one of their dens. Allison reluctantly pulled on her jacket and headed to her car. As she headed towards the Hales' home, she checked to make sure she still had the Chinese throwing knives in her purse. I sort of trust Lydia, but not any of the rest of them. I don't know why she's there or why I have to come get her, but I'm not going unarmed. For a split second, she even considered calling her dad.
As Allison drove along the trail that lead to the Hale home, she couldn't help but notice the beauty in the surrounding area. "Wow." If there weren't homicidal werewolves roaming the forest, I'd probably spend a lot of time in here. Allison was approaching the house and as she came to a stop, she positioned her weapons in an easily accessible position within her bag and went to knock on the door.
Just as Allison raised her hand to the wood, the door flung open and two small children, no older than 11, came rushing by. "You must be Allison." A woman with long brown her and dark brown eyes walked towards her. Allison gripped the knives and readied for battle, but just as the woman got to the door, she spoke again. "I'm Talia, please, come in. I'll get Lydia." The woman waved Allison in, shouted something to the kids that ran outside to play, and closed the door. "You can wait in the den if you like?" She motioned towards a large, open room with a wooden floor and beautiful wooden furniture.
"Your home is lovely," Allison said timidly as she walked into the room and stood by the sofa. "Thank you," the woman smiled kindly and turned to leave but paused and faced Allison again. "Allison," the woman approached her and Allison's heart began racing. "I know you're an Argent. I know what you do, and I know how uncomfortable you are right now in a house full of werewolves." Allison could feel her palms sweating as she clutched the knife in her purse. "I just want you to know something. Hunter or not, you're a friend to someone important to my family. No one will bother you while you're here, I promise that." Allison's grip on the knife loosened a bit, "Except maybe Tyler and Seth." Talia spoke in a stern voice and her face was expressionless. I knew it, I knew that was too good to be true. Allison began to think of all the faces she has seen as she walked through the house, trying to figure out which ones were Tyler and Seth so she would know who to fight off. "I heard them talking out in the yard," The yard? The yard only had two little kids in it. "They seem to think you're pretty," Talia said with a light laugh. "You know how little boys are.. If I hadn't sent them outside they would probably be in here bothering you right now." Allison's heartbeat finally slowed to a normal rate as she laughed to herself about the two little boys playing football in the front yard. "I'll go see if I can find Lydia." Talia gave Allison another smile just before walking away and up the stairs.
"Hey, Talia, who was-" Scott walked into the living room wearing only shorts and carrying a bowl of cereal. "Oh, Allison, hey! What are you doing here?" Scott sat the bowl down and quickly put on a shirt that was laying in the floor. I'm almost disappointed he put that on.. Allison gave him a small nod before sitting on the sofa. "I'm here to get Lydia. Uh, who's Talia?" Scott laughed as he joined her on the couch and switched on the tv. "Talia Hale. She's Derek's mom." "Is she a wolf too?" "Yep! And an alpha at that. She's actually really cool, when we shift, we just grow fangs and claws and there's a few alterations to our facial structure, but Talia can shift into an actual wolf. It's awesome." Scott picked up the bowl of cereal again and started shoveling it into his mouth. "She seemed nice." Allison said. As she sat next to Scott, she couldn't help but notice how comfortable he made her feel. This is so weird. She knew she should be alert and ready to fight, but something about being around Scott just made her feel at peace. "Allison?" "Huh?" "I said, was that sarcastic?" Scott asked as he poured the milk from the bowl into his mouth. "No, actually. She really was kind." "She's one of the nicest people you'll encounter. And definitely one of the nicest wolves. She's the Hales' mom, but she's kinda like a mom to all of us." Allison heard screaming and a low growl come from another part of the house.
"What was that?" Allison jumped to her feet and pulled out her knife. "Whoa, whoa, hold on Rambo, they're just resetting Boyd's bones in the back." "Stiles?" Stiles entered the living room and began looking through a duffel bag on the floor. "How's it goin' for ya in the wolf den, Ms. Argent?" Stiles stood up holding some clothes and a water bottle and walked over to where Allison and Scott were. "Well, no one's tried to kill me yet, so-" "Well, generally it's your kind that kills everyone." Another girl walked into the room and took the water bottle from Stiles. "We need you in the back Stilinski. Stop gabbing with the hunter." The girl left, but not before shooting a small glare Allison's way. "That would be Laura. She takes..a lot of getting used to. Lydia should be down soon. She's in the shower. Later slayer." Stiles walked away, leaving only Scott in the room again.
"It's kind of hectic over here right now." "What happened to Boyd?" "Derek gave his pack the order to follow Deucalion's alpha pack around. Boyd and Isaac ended up getting into a fight with the twins and got hurt pretty badly." Scott sat back down on the sofa and Allison soon followed. "Derek ordered his pack? Doesn't that include you?" Allison laid her bag on the floor and slid her feet up on the couch to face Scott. "Me? In Derek's pack?" Allison nodded. "No, I'm not his. I wasn't even bitten by him." "So are you an alpha then?" Scott laughed and flashed his bright yellow eyes. "I'm a beta. Peter bit me, he's kinda my alpha." "What do you mean by kinda?" "What's with the sudden interest in me?" Scott smiled. "Know thy enemy," Allison smiled back. Scott gave a small chuckle before answering. "I follow Peter's orders, but only when it's something we agree on. I guess I'm kind of more of an omega." "And what causes you and Peter to disagree?" "Someone dying."
Scott looked down at his hands and started tugging on his shirt. "That really does bother you, doesn't it?" Allison studied Scott's face and leaned forward just a bit to hear a now almost whispering Scott. "I never do anything to hurt anyone. Derek..Peter..Deucalion.. All they ever do is settle on the first homicidal plan they come up with. I can't do that. Usually I have to follow along just to keep people from getting hurt." "Why do you do that? Why do you protect everyone?" Allison genuinely wanted to know. She'd never heard of a werewolf with such compassion for life as Scott had. "I have to, they're my responsibility." Scott looked up and for a moment the two sat in silence, Allison just looking into his eyes and both studying each other's face.
Allison snapped out of her daze when one of the little boys from earlier went running by the living room and up the stairs. Your responsibility? It's not like you turned them. That doesn't make any sense Scott. "I know it sounds crazy..and probably stupid too, but it's the way I feel." "But why?" "I was bitten..and yeah, at first it was really cool, then it was terrifying. Being tortured for days by an Argent is no fun," What? "but after it stopped being mostly scary or cool, it became something else. You know that line, the one from Spider-Man, where it's like, 'With great power, comes great responsibility'?" Allison nodded. "Well, it's true. I have all of these abilities now; super strength, super speed, enhanced senses.. I can use these for personal gain like some werewolves do," Scott paused and looked around the room to make sure they were still alone. "Or I can try to do some good out of this. If I have the ability to save someone, human or not, I need to. No one deserves to die."
Allison sat silent for a moment, thinking about what Scott had just said to her. He was right. If you have the ability to save someone you should. That's what her father once told her when she asked why her family were hunters. Knowing the things about the world that they do, that makes them responsible. Or at least that's what Chris thought. At the time, Allison didn't quite understand, but hearing Scott talk about the same thing, she understood perfectly. Scott was sitting with his head down, his usually cheery demeanor now quiet and, in Allison's opinion, kind of sad. I'm just trying to comfort him.
Allison reached forward and held Scott's hand. "You and I have a lot more in common than I thought, Scott." Allison gave him a gentile squeeze and smiled. Scott's eyes seemed to light up. Not in the way they do when he shifts, but just seemed to become brighter. "You know, for a hunter, you're pretty awesome," Scott smiled. Allison blushed only for a second before leaning in, "Keep your friends close," Scott leaned in until their lips were almost touching, "And your enemies closer. Just as their lips touched, Lydia came bursting through the door way carrying an arm full of clothes.
"I don't know what to wear Allison, can-" Lydia looked between the two sitting on the couch who quickly separated and started grinning. "Did I interrupt something?" "Just my life..my happiness, everything I was doing before you ordered me to come to this house of wolves." Lydia raised an eyebrow, "Oh, I interrupted your happiness all right.." she ridiculed. "Shut up. We're leaving now." Allison stood up and grabbed her bag. "So feisty.." Lydia gave Allison a wink and Scott laughed. Allison shot him a glare, "Goodbye Scott." She grabbed Lydia by the wrist and pulled her out the door and into the car. "I'm gonna kill you."
"Okay, okay, I'm ready. Do it." Laura Hale counted to 3 then hit Isaac's ribcage with crushing force. "Agh!" Isaac winced and growled at the pain he felt shooting through his body. "I know, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. But I have to set these before they heal or you will have a permanent hill in the middle of your torso." "It's fine, it just hurts." Ugh, I think I'm going to throw up. I hope I don't do it in front of her. "Do you know how Boyd is doing?" Isaac asked as he raised up just enough to be in a slight sitting position. "I'm not sure. I know he's got a lot of broken bones..and Peter had to stitch up his side." "He couldn't just heal?" "Not for a cut like that. It was really deep and from an alpha." Laura looked down to the floor and shook her head. "Honestly..there was really good chance Vernon may have bled out if Peter hadn't sewn it closed."
Isaac clutched the blanket underneath him tightly in his hand, "This is all Derek's fault." "Derek? I blame my brother for everything too, but I don't see how this is his fault-" "He ordered us to follow them. That's how it's his fault." Isaac relaxed again and stared up at the ceiling. "He ordered it? Why?" "He wanted to keep an eye on the alpha pack now that the twins are in school too. He's worried they're going to try and get more for their pack."
Laura was now visibly angered, her eyes flashing between their normal brown and alpha red. "So Derek sent you two after them? He's the reason you were following the twins?" Before Isaac could answer she spoke again. "He's the reason you're laying here with broken ribs and why Boyd is laying in there, almost dead." Laura stood, her hands balled into fists so tightly, Isaac thought she may cut herself with her claws. As Laura turned to leave, he grabbed her hand, "Wait," he slowly sat up as she tried to pull away, "Stay with me?" Laura stopped trying to leave, "Why?" Isaac rubbed his thumb across the top of her hand, "I just don't like being alone."
Laura sat back down beside him with a heavy sigh. "Why did you let my brother do this to you?" "He's my alpha, I-" "No, why did you let him turn you?"
