Just a heads up, school is starting for me so updates probably won't be as frequent as I'd like them to be. I appreciate all of the reviews and am going to try my best to continue with the story. I don't own Teen Wolf.
Allison Argent was sitting casually at her desk, preparing herself for the nightly routine that her father had started since the incident at the Hale house. The questions were always the same. "How are you doing? How's Lydia doing? Is there anything you want to talk about?" Allison had perfected her answers at this point, finding a perfect balance of teenage sarcasm and reluctant honesty. After realizing that the brief monotone answers he was receiving was all he would get, Chris Argent would pat his daughter on the leg and walk towards the door. Before closing the door, without fail, he would look over his shoulder and ask, "How about Scott?"
Rolling her eyes now at how predictably blunt her father was when alluding to the deal made with Scott McCall, Allison thought about her boyfriend. It had been days since she had seen him in a setting outside of school. The secrecy that now surrounded their relationship made it difficult to spend time together without anyone finding out. Scott's lacrosse responsibilities, combined with Allison's studious habits, left little time in the day for the two teenagers to have a lengthy conversation. The longing glances across classrooms, accidental bumps in the hallways, and mischievous grins exchanged throughout the day were the only indication that their relationship was in tact.
Smiling to herself, Allison quickly glanced towards the door. Her father had yet to enter which was unusual for the generally punctual Chris Argent. Remembering that the phone had rung just a few moments ago, Allison realized that her father was probably immersed in an in depth conversation with the new hunters that had arrived shortly after the deaths of Kate Argent and Peter Hale. Thinking of the newest additions to the town of Beacon Hills caused a shiver to go down Allison's spine. Peter Hale had been terrifying and her aunt was sadistic, but these new hunters were a frightening combination of the two.
One of the only reasons Allison had agreed to the secrecy of her relationship with Scott was that she didn't want her boyfriend anywhere near the hunters that frequented the Argent home. Based on her limited interactions with the wolves of Beacon Hills, Allison knew that Scott was someone who would be an easy target for the intense new hunters. If Allison had to spend less time with Scott in order to keep him safe, she would. The thought of something bad happening to Scott as a direct result of her family's occupation was one that haunted Allison daily.
After discovering that Scott was a werewolf, Allison had grilled her boyfriend on everything that had happened since his initial transformation. Now privy to all things "wolf," Allison realizes that the majority of Scott's odd behavior was the result of him trying to keep his friends and family safe. Learning of what he did for Jackson in the Hale house gave Allison nightmares for days. Images of Scott being shot while she waited, unaware, in his own house floated through her mind constantly.
Reaching haphazardly for her phone while waiting idly for her father, Allison thought back to a conversation she had with Stiles concerning their favorite werewolf.
Flashback
Allison had been walking through the halls towards her final class of the day when the books she had been carrying were knocked from her arms. Crouching down to remove her French literature from the disgusting high school floor, Allison glanced up into the deepest brown eyes she had ever seen. All coherent thought was wiped from her mind when the brown eyes crinkled as a crooked smile emerged on the face of the klutz who had bumped into her.
"Sorry about that, I guess I just wasn't paying attention to where I was going." Scott McCall scooped up Allison's books from the floor while simultaneously helping his girlfriend up from the ground. Allison felt her cheeks flush as her hand grazed her boyfriend's. "I uh… I guess I'll see you later." The wink that Scott far from subtly added to the statement made Allison chuckle as she watched her boyfriend turn and briskly make his way through the overcrowded hallway.
Allison grinned as he walked away, counting down in the back of her head. "3..2..1…" There. Scott looked over his shoulder as an enormous smile broke out across his face. Tucking a strand of loosely fallen hair behind her ear, Allison glanced down at her books, only to find a folded up piece of paper lying innocently across the front cover. Opening the scrap of paper Allison felt her smile re-emerge. Scribbled in the her boyfriend's messy handwriting was, "You look beautiful today. Have lacrosse after school but I want to see you again. Come to practice! You can entertain Stiles since Coach'll probably have him sitting out during the scrimmage. Love you."
Brought out of her reverie by the second bell ringing, Allison hurried her way to class, preparing to count down the minutes until her next encounter with Scott. The class flew by and Allison made her way outside to sit on the bleachers and watch the lacrosse team practice. Noticing Stiles sitting dejectedly on the first row of bleachers, Allison gracefully seated herself next to him. Turning to see who had interrupted his wallowing, Stiles was pleased to see that it was the newest addition to the, "TAoW Club." Those Aware of Werewolves was a less than subtle title, however, Stiles felt that the bluntness was appropriate for something as seemingly ludicrous as lycanthropy.
"Allison! How is my favorite werewolf hunter doing on this fine day?" The remark was loud enough to turn a few nearby heads as Allison quickly shushed an oblivious Stiles. Finally catching on to the look of warning on Allison's face, Stiles chose to change the topic to something a little more neutral. "Hey look, Scott passed the ball to Danny again. Sheesh, we get it, he's sorry for hitting him a few weeks ago." Stiles muttered loud enough for only Allion to hear. Standing up and cupping his hands around his mouth Stiles yelled, "COME ON SCOTT, TRY ACTUALLY SCORING YOURSELF!" After seeing the glare sent to him by his best friend, Stile plopped back down on the bench next to a quizzical Allison.
"Stiles…?" The curious girl attempted to get the boy's attention. "Hmm?" Focusing more on the game in front of him than the girl next to him, Stiles answered with a neutral response. "Stiles, why did Scott hit Danny? I mean, he usually says that Danny's the only one on the team who doesn't try to make his life miserable." Stiles, still not fully listening responded with a shrug. "Yeah well it was a full moon so Scott was going a little berserk." With that response, Allison quickly looked up from her hands. "Oh. Stiles… what exactly happens to him on the full moon. I mean does he really act that different? I'm only asking because we were broken up last time so I didn't really interact with him." Bingo, she thought. This was the question she should have asked all along. The normally fidgety Stiles immediately stilled as his brows furrowed.
"Uh, yeah. Yeah he's different." The suddenly melancholy Stiles did nothing to quell Allison's curiosity, if anything her intrigue was heightened. "Ok Stiles, I'm still feeling in the dark with the whole wolf topic so please, please, can you just give me more. Anything! How is he different?" The desperation in the girl's voice worked. "Well lets see," Stiles began animatedly ticking off his fingers as he recounted his friend's behavior during the full moon. "He wigged out in class and started imagining test questions that didn't exist, he made out with Lydia when he was supposed to be finding out if she liked me, he gave Danny a bloody nose, and acted like a total douche when I handcuffed him to the radiator. Then, all of a sudden, he just started screaming in agony and then disappeared." All of this was said in a rush that left Stiles breathless.
A silent Allison looked across the field at her boyfriend before turning back to Stiles. Choosing to ignore most of Stiles' rant Allison chose to focus on only one of the details that was mentioned. "It hurts him?" The question itself would have slowed Stiles down, but coming from Allison, it stopped him completely. Delivered with so much sadness and fear, Allison's question triggered Stiles' own worry for his best friend. Looking down, he replied just as softly, "Yeah. It hurts him."
End Flashback
Knowing that it wasn't only the hunters that hurt Scott made it increasingly difficult for Allison not to worry about the young werewolf. He had gone through more in a semester than most would experience in multiple lifetimes. In the past few weeks Allison had redoubled her efforts to become more skilled with the armory found in her family garage. Determined to do anything to help Scott avoid the paths of the town's newest occupants.
Allison was torn from her thoughts by the loudest combination of noises she had heard in a while. A harsh pounding on the door was accompanied by the repeated ringing of the doorbell. Running out to the top of the stairwell, Allison glanced down from the banister to see her father approach the door. Whoever was at the other side was not someone that he wanted to see based on the immediate clenching of his fists. Allison heard a muffled voice laced with panic mention something about help before, whoever it was, collapsed across the threshold of the Argent family home.