Sorry for the huge gap before updating! :( I had a really bad case of writer's block. _ Anyways, here's the newest chapter, please enjoy! ;)
Scott crept closer to the house, suddenly ignoring Stiles and his racing heartbeat completely. A look of longing appeared on his fully shifted face as Scott stared at the window, knowing Allison was inside and sitting on the couch in Stiles' living room. Creeping closer, keeping low ground, Scott whimpered as if he was physically wounded. Stiles began to calm down and felt pity for his friend. He couldn't imagine how Scott felt; hearing Allison's heartbeat so acutely, smelling her perfume as if that was the only scent in the world and seeing her with Jackson must be killing him. Forgetting that Scott was in wolf-form, Stiles walked up to him and put his hand on Scott's shoulder to comfort him. Scott flinched, but did not move otherwise. Despite being the wolf physically, Scott was still Scott mentally.
His heart was broken into a million and one pieces. Broken so easily by the girl who had recently moved to Beacon Hills and whose family had tried to kill him. Although her family was composed of legendary werewolf hunters, he hadn't cared. He was in love with her and nothing in the world would be able to say otherwise. He thought she had felt the same for him, but he guessed that that was not the case. Still, he wanted to see her and talk to her like they used to, before the Alpha ruined everything. He lay his head back and let a forlorn howl rip from his lungs and into the moonlit sky.
Allison immediately jumped up from the couch and ran to the window. She had thought she heard a wolf howling. But wolves hadn't been seen in California in decades! Now she was hearing howls that not only came from a wolf, but from a wolf that was seemingly right outside the window. She peaked outside and stared out at the darkness.
"Stiles, what happe…" She began, but trailed off. Her eyes widened when she spotted Stiles, who held his hand on the shoulder of some strange animal that was partially hidden in the shadows. The animal's head was temporarily laid back, but when it faced forward, Allison noticed that its eyes were a strange gold color. She walked to the door, opened it and took a few steps outside.
"Allison!" Stiles jumped, stepping away from Scott. He ran towards her and began signaling for her to go back inside. "What are you doing out here? It's cold and there's obviously nothing out here to worry about!"
Almost immediately, Allison slapped Stiles' hands and moved him off to the side. She squinted to get her eyes to adjust to the darkness better, but with no luck. Cautiously, she took a few more steps towards the animal and stared into its golden eyes. It stared right back into her dark brown ones. She saw that the animal was a wolf, but only partially. She kept her eyes locked on the wolf. She moved closer to him with an odd look of recognition on her face. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came from her throat.
Suddenly, Scott approached her, head down and walking on all fours. He finally reached her after what felt like hours to only walk a few feet. He too was unable to speak, but the whimpers and gentle murmurs from his wolf let Allison know that he would not harm her.
Slowly, Allison reached out to touch him. He moved closer to her, eyes locked, and stood up. This allowed her hand to hold onto his shoulder as they faced each other, eye to eye. His golden eyes burned into hers, revealing all the emotions his face was unable to say. Although Allison knew she should be frightened, she didn't feel scared in the slightest at the sight of the wolf man.
Scott, forgetting for a moment that he was still the wolf, attempted to speak, except low pitched growls come from his throat. Allison, startled, took half a step backward, but never took her hand down from his shoulder. As the minutes flew by in silence, Scott could feel his heart beat slowly return to normal. However, Scott remained as the wolf, unable to shift back. Panicked, Scott looked at the floor, avoiding Allison's dark chocolate brown eyes. Allison, curious as she was, tilted his head back up with her other hand and observed his golden irides.
"Your eyes. Where have I seen them before?" She whispered, barely audible to her, perfectly audible to Scott. Stiles was almost having a panic attack behind them, flailing his arms to think of what to do before Allison discovered Scott's secret. Scott on the other hand, allowed Allison to examine him, not really caring anymore whether or not she discovered what he was. He wanted to say something to her, anything, to tell her.
"A-Allison…" Half spoken, half growled, Scott had managed to at least say her name. Her jaw dropped. Scott could see her eyes well up with tears that were ready to flow down her beautiful pale cheeks.